“You guys aren’t the least bit nervous changing behind a dumpster?” I asked. Even Blitzen seemed relatively calm as they quickly changed.
“Disappointed, Sir?” My aunt asked. “I was a stripper for seven years, and I’ve performed at biker shows with your mom in front of thousands; if someone else sees my titties, it won’t be the last time, and it won’t break my heart.”
“No one would believe it anyway,” Dasher told me as she pulled up her hose. “What are they going to do? Call the cops and say there are seven naked girls behind the dumpster, Sir?”
I liked being called Sir – and not having to ask the girls to do it. They probably did it because they heard my aunt call me Sir.
“It may be a family out shopping,” I warned.
“Damn, aren’t you a worrywart,” Vixen snickered. “You would think it’s you out here getting frosty butt cheeks. We’ve all been through this except Blitzen, and you are probably making her nervous, Sir.”
I apologized and looked down. The girls were hot, and I enjoyed watching them change. I just didn’t want to seem like I was ogling them like a pervert. There was something very sexy about feeling like I was “backstage” with them while they made themselves presentable.
“Are you going to take pictures of us?” Dancer asked – almost as if she was reminding me. I didn’t think they would want some, but all the girls wanted to pose and preen. They just wanted me to text them the pictures. Every girl gave me her number, even Blitzen.
“You SHOULD have your favorite and ONLY Aunt’s phone number,” Daisy chided me playfully before asking me to text her with the pictures. “Let’s get this one out of the way,” she squatted down before getting fully dressed, back to the metal of the dumpster, and began to pee while laughing hysterically.
“C ... U...” she worked on spelling Cupid. “Damn, I don’t think I have enough Gatorade in my tank to finish the job. “Anyone else wants to finish spelling my name?” Cupid said that Eddie requested it.
“I’ll do it,” Blitzen raised her hand shyly. She looked at me as if that was okay. Cupid encouraged her to come on up and have a go. “Go ahead and just write N and T in the show if you don’t have enough to spell the whole thing. He’ll consider it the same thing.”
Blitzen smiled but cringed when I took a picture of her while she sat on an invisible chair, with her bare back pressed to the cold metal dumpster.
“You don’t want a picture of this?” I asked.
“I do, Master. I’m just a little disgusted, is all,” she smiled sweetly.
I remember my Dad telling me to be strict with the girls. “I want to see CUPID and not CUNT. If you are going to do something, you will do it ALL the way. Every CUNT line up, and if you don’t want to EAT the yellow snow, I suggest you be ready to splash down CUPID legibly.”
The girls looked at me like I was nuts and then shrugged and lined up – still half-dressed. Titties and asses hanging out. The air was crisp; their butts were frosty, and their nipples were chilled and hardened. It was the most fantastic day of my life.
I was outside with seven very horny, very exciting and very enthusiastic naked women – and only two of them were blood relatives.
“Pee!!” I demanded, and like an obedient racehorse, Blitzen squatted and pissed in the snow.
“Sounds like Rice Krispies,” I observed when Blitzen began to let out a light-yellow stream of pee. The heat rising off of her warm piss condensed just like our breath.
She laughed and begged me to stop making her laugh because she accidentally peed all over her thigh and ankle. “Don’t make me slip in the snow! That’s terrible!” she giggled. “I can’t believe I am doing this.”
“You should be required to piss AND shit outside, you dumb beast! Do you think Reindeer at the North Pole use the toilet, Blitzen?” I asked sarcastically.
At that moment, I heard a car in the parking lot’s ignition and watched as an old man pulled away. He could clearly see us, and he probably overheard me. The blondes in the group (including my sister) waved at him as he drove off. They made no attempt to hide their nudity – it wasn’t that they didn’t care. I suspected the women had chosen this spot specifically because it was close to the park, and they felt confident the person in the car wouldn’t see them.
If the driver did see them, they didn’t say anything, and they didn’t honk their horn. I let out a sigh of relief and watched my warm breath carry in the crisp winter air. All of the reindeer had done this before, and I felt like I was along for the ride – all except for Blitzen. She was a newbie, just like me.
Meanwhile, Blitzen managed to write ‘PI’ in the snow by wriggling obscenely and pissing as carefully as she could – it was strangely one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. It was like she was drizzling lemon oil on the snow and writing with her most intimate body part just because I had told her to, and that turned me on.
“Sorry, Master, that’s all I can do,” she said as she ran her finger down her slit and then flicked a little droplet of her pee in the snow.
“So, are you two an item now?” my Dasher asked coyly – like a high school gossip waiting for us to dish. I waited for Blitzen to answer, and she waited for me. I didn’t know this big, tall, sexy blonde, but she acted like we were old friends now.
“We aren’t dating. She’s married and my neighbor,” I said. Blitzen didn’t seem disappointed at all. I was hoping she might have been so I could tell her that I’d love to be an item with her – whatever that meant.
“I know that, silly; none of the girls here are going to let marriage get in the way of a nice cock. I just meant, are you like a Master and slave now?”
“Oh?” I looked at Blitzen to respond to that question. She was the one who started calling me Master.
“I really just met Nick today. I’ve never had a Master before, and I always wanted to do bondage. Is it okay to call my rider that?”
“You can call him a motherfucker for all I care. There are a few of us who are really into bondage and discipline,” Donder winked at me knowingly. I wasn’t sure what to make of that.
“He doesn’t know anything about BDSM,” my sister clarified as she finished changing.
“How do you know that I don’t?” I quipped.
“I am your sister, and I know you haven’t ever had a girlfriend. I am pretty sure you haven’t done anything kinky unless it was online in a chatroom.”
“Wait a minute,” my aunt asked as she finished her outfit as well. “You ARE a virgin, right?” she grinned like she was going to change that for me.
“No way, a real live virgin?” the five remaining reindeer surrounded me like a pack of hungry hyenas – all except my sister and Aunt.
“He’s my rider, I’ll be having his virginity, thank you very much,” Blitzen spoke up for me and put her arm in mine to let the other girls know that I was taken.
“You didn’t finish writing your name in the snow, and you already sucked my dick to completion. I am technically not a virgin anymore,” I reminded her.
Dasher looked disappointed and said that since I had already come once tonight, I wasn’t going to be ready to fuck anyone. “One shot and done; maybe we can do this next year!”
Everyone laughed hysterically, even Blitzen. My sister patted me on the back and told me oral doesn’t count toward losing my virginity. “You’ve never even had an oral, little brother? I am not into incest, but if I had known you were that hard up, I’d have given you a BJ a long time ago; it may have made you a little less uptight,” Harley promised. It sounded like she meant it.
I frowned because the other girls chuckled. “You just called me brother! That puts you on the naughty list!”
“I was offering to give you head!” she reminded me with a bright smile on her face. “There isn’t even a naughty corner out here!”
“True, but you broke a party rule! Get that ice-cold butt plug up your farty little ass and pack your cunt with snow!”
“What?” My sister’s mouth opened in shock. “We aren’t AT that party, Nick. Don’t be like that,” my sister said. “We are just out here taking a little break, having some fun, doing some songs while Mom is inside our house getting the shit fucked out of her. You don’t have to do the whole Master/slave thing with us.”
I felt silly holding on to a riding crop and paddle that I had brought with me. My sister was right – I was NO Master. Subconsciously, I may have had my ego deflated after Blitzen told Dasher that she called Master because she always wanted one – and not because of anything, in particular, I had done to distinguish myself.
My instinct told me to remind them that my father and Eddie SAID I could discipline them and that I should keep an eye on them. They were just getting rid of me so that they could fuck my mom and not make things even weirder than they already were.
As strangely erotic and perverted as this entire party was, I had processed that my mom wasn’t my mom during the party. She was Comet, the slutty, submissive reindeer – a cunt just like the rest of the women.
I wasn’t sure that meant I could fuck her and not feel guilty or weird about it, but I had no problem with her or Donder being at the party. Donder wasn’t Harley – she was just a reindeer twat. Donder was testing my authority.
“Get your tits on that dumpster, face down, ass up, right now! It’s time to spank that bald pussy of yours until you learn that you are a Reindeer ALL night until Santa cums down your chimney holes! Do it, Donder, you fucking bitch!!” I demanded. I wanted my sister to smell the garbage and show her pussy to the world.
My sister smiled playfully as if she was proud of me for standing up to her, but she didn’t budge. “You think I am joking around?” I smacked her across the tits with the riding crop.
“Ouch! What are you going to do? Tell Uncle Eddie I was a bad girl? Stop being a jerk, Nick. You aren’t a Master, and you certainly aren’t my Master.”
“Nicks in charge,” My Aunt came to my rescue to support me. However, I realized that if I let her speak for me, she’d be in charge.
“Shut up, you old cow! I don’t need you to remind these smelly turds who are in charge. I am the only one wearing warm clothes! You cunts are out here nearly naked, and if you don’t want me to lock you the fuck out of the party, Aunt Cupid – you’ll squat right where there and tell me what the fuck you really are!”
Cupid looked at me as if she was sizing me up. I didn’t threaten or hit her with the riding crop. I thought it might make me look petty or vengeful. I waited for her to surrender or push back. If she pushed back, I really wasn’t sure what I’d do.
“I am a losing twat, A dumb little reindeer cum guzzler, Sir...” My aunt squatted down in the snow with an incredulous look on her face. “I was trying to take your side, Nick.”
“It’s SIR OR MASTER, and I do not need you twats on my side. I need you to obey and stop pissing me off. I am giving you a NEW thing to say!”
“Well, your Dad is in my rider, and...”
“My WHAT?” I put my hand to my ear and said, “From now on, when I ask you what you ARE, I want you to say that you are a trailer trash copy of my sister with a worn-out pussy,” I said. Then I told her I wanted her to BEG whoever asked to shove something up her ass because she’s so horny.
My aunt laughed dryly. “Alright, you made my asshole pucker on that one. You got me. That’s what Twatmas is all about. That was downright mean, Sir. I don’t mind the worn-out pussy and begging to have something shoved up my ass. Your mom..., err ... Comet will have a field day if I come back to the house talking about being a trailer trash copy of her. She puts on fancy airs, but she’s just as trailer park as I am!”
“You will be saying it to anyone and everyone that asks, now say it to me! I want to hear it, Twat! What are you?” I stood over my aunt and looked down at her.
She reluctantly said, “I am a trailer trash copy of Comet with a worn-out, sloppy pussy; please stick something up my ass. I am so horny!”
“I didn’t say Comet. Comet is a reindeer getting fucked in every hole while you are out here in the snow with the other snotty losers. I said your SISTER because that’s far more insulting, and if that’s how you beg, then I’m sorry for my Uncle Eddie. Try again and do it better!”
“I can’t say Sister – remember? I’ll get in trouble!”
“You can if I order you to stop arguing and start begging. Stand up, flip that skirt up, and show me that sloppy pussy of yours. Tell me again what you are!”
“A trailer trash copy of my sister, with a sloppy pussy, and would you please ... hey ... oh...” My aunt’s voice trailed off. I had my cock in my hand, and I was hard again. I slipped the tip of my dick into her pussy and pushed inside of my aunt. “What ... are ... okay ... this ... is happening...”
“So, much for one and done, Dasher? You are next. I want all of you to take your skirts BACK off and squat in front of me. I am going to give you each something to say and then fuck you in every hole! There won’t be any virgin out here tonight.”
The girls found my promise naively amusing. Only half of them started to do what I told them to do, which was to remove their skirts.
“You don’t believe me? Does fucking seven reindeer in every hole count, Donder?” I asked.
My sister obeyed my orders. “You aren’t planning to try and fuck me. I am your sister.”
“You are Donder, the reindeer. Sisters aren’t here – strip COMPLETELY, tits face down on the dumpster! ass up! I’ll fuck you last!”
She started to remove her clothes in a skeptical huff.
“Honey, I could make you squirt your juice in about two seconds,” My Aunt assured me while squeezing her pussy walls around my cock. “I think you may have grossly overestimated your ability to hold out...”
I slipped out, spanked her on the ass, and stuck the tip of my cock to her butthole.
“I never said I’d fuck you for long. I am just going to get it out of the way! We’ve fucked, Aunt Daisy. There is no going backward after that,” I pushed my cock into her asshole – hard. She put up no resistance. My aunt was obviously an expert at anal, and she knew how to take it.
“If one of you can make me cum before we finish, I’ll put on your Christmas uniform and go sing the songs myself while you fuck around and take pictures. You can call me Rudolph the red-dicked reindeer.”
The girls found that hilarious, and the ones who hadn’t stripped began to join the ones who were already squatting in the snow.
My aunt bucked, and she squeezed, thrusting up and down on my cock. “How’s that for a tight ass? I am your first taste of pussy and ass! Now cum inside me, please! Warm me up,” she mewled and begged like her life depended on it.
“Now, that’s the kind of begging I want you to do when I ask you what you are!” I slipped out. I have to admit that I was tempted to shoot my load, and she didn’t make it easy to get my cock out of her ass. My aunt knew how to grip it and hold on to it with nothing but her asshole. She did have a pretty little pooper – I’d imagine tons of men were in it before I was and thought the same thing.
“What are you, Aunt Daisy?” I asked.
My aunt pouted like an angry baby that wanted her toy. She started to answer me, and instead of letting her finish, I slipped my cock into her mouth, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head forward down my shaft. I had some practice with Blitzen earlier.
Aunt Daisy was much better than Blitzen at sucking my cock. Blitzen made it sweet and took her time – which made me feel outstanding. She had a homey way about her that made it feel like she cared about. Daisy was like a pro – washing my dick with her tonsils, sucking effortlessly, and swallowing me like a pill.
“I almost bit your cock,” she spat. “That was up my ass!”
“I am sure it wasn’t the first time you sucked a cock that had been up that shit hole of yours, Aunt Daisy.”
“You are supposed to call me Cupid!”
“When you act like a reindeer, I will. You are acting like a sour-faced cunt right now, so I’ll keep calling you Aunt Daisy,” I said dismissively and turned away without telling her if she could stand.
“Dasher, you’ve got some smart-assed things to say, don’t you? Stand up and bend over!”
“Oh boy, my 30 seconds of joy!” Dasher wasn’t entirely impressed, but she stood up and bent over as I instructed.
“Do a better job than my worn-out aunt, and it may last longer! Do you want to see me be a Reindeer?”
“You’d really do that?” she asked while I mounted her from behind. “Ooh, nice dick. That’s good!”
I slapped her ass and told her that she needed to do more than stand there and talk. Dasher smiled and fucked herself backward on my cock.
“I’m a lonely nerd, I masturbate 17 times a day on average, and I got interrupted today, so I only did it six times! You manage to get me off, and I’ll still fuck all seven of you!” I promised. Dasher’s pussy was so wet that I nearly creamed inside her within seconds.
A thought occurred to me – what if I did cum? Was I prepared to pay the piper and do what I promised? What if I got one of them pregnant? Then I realized they were swingers. They probably took birth control. The thought of a crying baby helped me escape that pleasure hole. I rubbed her clit and masturbated after I pulled out.
When I pulled out, Dasher was genuinely surprised and unhappy with me. “You can stick your cock in every cunt on the planet, and you won’t find a better pussy! You sure are stingy with the dick!” she pouted.
“Not at all,” I rammed my cock into her asshole. I wasn’t expecting her to yelp in pain when I entered her. I assumed after the reaming the girls gave themselves earlier that she could take my dick.
“You could have given a girl some warning,” she flashed an angry face as she let me pump her tight asshole.
“I did warn all of you, I am going to fuck each of you in every hole, and then we’ll all be old friends.”
“Fine by me,” but you have to give us a little more than just a knock on the door,” Vixen complained from the squatting position.
“If I try to fuck all of you, you aren’t going to have time to put on your little show,” I pointed out as I reamed out her friend Dasher. I smelled the sweat of this beautiful woman’s ass. I am sure she was a popular girl in high school and college, and she was still quite attractive. I was barely paying attention while I addressed the girls.
“Fuck singing,” Prancer answered lustily. “The guys are in there tearing apart your mom, and she gets focused attention. We are only singing to keep us busy and out of the way. We could start a new tradition. They send the seven of us outside to hump a virgin until he can’t get it up anymore.”
The other girls agreed; even Blitzen liked that idea. I kind of liked it as well.
I was very tempted, and Dasher’s asshole was perfection. It smelled a little of parmesan cheese – but not in a bad way. I pulled out and saw that I had pre-cum slime on my dick. I was almost not going to feed it to her.
She frowned, turned around, and sucked it for me without asking. “I am not going to let you stick your dick in one of my other reindeer’s pussy with my shadoodle on it,” she said while sucking me. “You sure you don’t want to cum in my mouth? We won’t even make you be a reindeer?” she pleased politely.
“When anyone asks what you are, I want you to tell them a good cocksucker with an asshole that smells like parmesan cheese!” I slapped her face. I don’t know why I did it, but it felt right. She smiled as she released my cock and rubbed her cheek. I hadn’t slapped her hard enough to do more than sting.
“What was that for?”
“What do you mean? You like it rough, don’t you?” I asked.
“Yeah, but I don’t think we are doing slaps to the faces at this party, are we?” she mused playfully.
“What are you?”
“Oh geez, a good cocksucker with an asshole that smells like parmesan cheese?” she reached down and fingered her ass, then sniffed it with a disgusted face.
“You smell it, don’t you?” I asked.
“Kind of,” she offered me a goofy face.
“You can masturbate while you squat. You were a good fuck, Dasher,” I rubbed her chin.
“No dinner, no phone calls, no flowers? Just like that, huh? I am not going to get myself all hot and bothered and not be able to cum.”
“You can orgasm,” I answered dismissively. I picked out Vixen next and made her stand up so that I could fuck her from behind.
I was surprised by the mixed reaction. A few of the girls cheered, but others seemed confused. My aunt told me that it was a no-no. “As much as all of us would like some sexual release, the rule is no reindeer orgasm until after the party. Eddie and the guys want us compliant and horny, and if we get our rocks off before they do – we won’t try as hard,” she said.
“What are you again, Aunt Daisy? Please, remind me.”
“I am a trailer trash copy of Comet with a worn-out, sloppy pussy; please stick something up my ass; I am so horny!”
“Get that cold butt plug and fuck your asshole with it; no orgasm for you. The rest of you cunts can masturbate yourself to orgasm or play with each other AFTER I fuck you in every hole. If I cum early, we get caught or run out of time, then you’ll all stop immediately!”
The girls seemed to like that – all except for my aunt. “I thought your mom raised you better than this,” she seemed playfully frustrated. That is until she started to slide that stainless steel plug up her ass that had been sitting in the snow. She tried to suck on it first, and I forbid it. The cold and snow had left it fairly dry, and it was apparent that she was not enjoying it.
“You too, Sis. You don’t want to fuck me, then you can fuck that turd maker like you did the Peppermint dildos.”
“I never said I wouldn’t fuck you, sir,” my sister looked up from the snow-covered dumpster. “I kind of thought it would probably happen organically after the party now that you know I am trying out for DSL,” she smiled, adding, “I’d get myself stuck in the dryer, completely naked, and beg for you to come rescue me – like all the traditional brother-sis porn on the Internet.”
“You watch brother-sister porn?” I asked incredulously as I slid out of an unremarkable Vixen’s pussy. She sighed as I pushed my cock into her asshole and then gripped my thighs and flashed me a pleased smile while looking over her shoulder at me. I almost came inside Vixen just thinking about the myriad reasons my sister may have watched incest porn – and whether she thought of me.
“Everybody has seen that kind of horny step-sister seduces brother porn; it’s about as common as the pizza delivery guy and the girls who want to pay with blowjobs,” my sister explained. I pulled out of Vixen, wiping my drippy dick on her thigh. I grabbed Vixen by the hair and forced her to blow me without even talking to her. “Don’t you watch it? C’mon, I am sure you’ve thought of me when you did.”
Harley wasn’t my stepsister. She was my ACTUAL sister, and the fact that she had seen incest porn and even bragged about it – made her seem so much more deviant than when I found out she came to a sex party with our parents.
Now, I could understand why my sister could be so open about kissing my Mom and Dad. She had probably seen that kind of porn where the mom and daughter have a three-way with the father. I never thought those porn plots had any basis in reality.
I didn’t give Vixen a mantra of what to say if someone asked what she was. I didn’t remember to tell her she could masturbate to orgasm, either.
“Remember when I said I fucked you last?” I asked my sister with a determined tone in my voice.
She lifted her head off of the dumpster and giggled. I don’t think I surprised Harley when I slipped my cock into her pussy.
“Oh wow, so this IS happening,” she let me slide my cock in. I slapped my sister’s ass so hard that she yelled out. If anyone was in the parking lot, they definitely heard her. The other Reindeer, including my Aunt and Blitzen laughed.
“What was that for?”
“Attitude adjustment, Twat! You want to be a Dick Sucking Lady, don’t you?” I said as I fucked my sister’s sweet pussy. I knew it was wrong to fuck my sister, but I didn’t care.
“Dick Sucking Lady doesn’t mean smack my ass whenever you want,” she clarified.
I smacked her ass again, and this time there was a satisfying snicker-snack sound. I saw an immediate orange handprint on her right cheek. “It doesn’t right now!”
“Fair enough,” she said.
“It’s Sir or Master right now, and nothing is fair about this. I am going to fuck you until I decide to pull out, and you are going to let me into that fart blaster of yours and suck my cock like all the other sluts out here, Harley.”
“Please call me Donder while you fuck me, Sir; let’s not make this weirder than it needs to be,” she said as she fucked back on my cock – nice and hard. We got into a synch, and I am sure I was taking longer with her.
I noticed Vixen had started masturbating Dasher, and some of the other girls were playing with themselves as well. I didn’t care – I wasn’t going to worry about it at the moment.
“It’s already weird, Harley. This has happened – I am not going to pretend you and I didn’t fuck.”
“It’s supposed to be whatever happens at the party stays at the party, Sir.”
“We aren’t AT the party; we are outside,” I informed my sister. “You have been teasing me about being a virgin and how you’d give me a pity blowjob if you knew I was hard up. You KNEW I was a virgin. You talk a lot of shit, now you are going to get fucked in the SHITTER!”
I tried to slip out of my sister’s twat and stick it in her ass, but she backed up.
“No, no, little brother. We are doing this. Cum inside me! Let me have that dick,” My sister wouldn’t let me go. She captured my legs with hers and grabbed my hips to hold me in place. “This is happening! I am going to make you nut inside me! You are still a virgin until you cum inside a woman’s pussy. I am going to take your virginity!”
I struggled, but it was pretty obvious as she humped me that I wasn’t resisting because her pussy felt like a glove, and I was so turned on and horny. I didn’t even have to fuck her because my sister ground her pussy on my cock. I was so close to orgasm – and this was going to be a big one.
“Shoot that load in me, Nick! You want to fuck me? Then fuck me like a man! Show me what you’ve got! I want your hot, sticky cum inside of me! I am so horny, Nick! I need it!!” Harley’s sexy voice squeaked. I’ve grown up with my hot older sister’s voice and while I’ve checked her out as she developed physically, I had never once imagined sex with her.
Now, I was slamming my cock in and out of her pussy. I tuned all the other women’s voices out. It was just Harley and me, and the ice cold snow.
This is a lighter story than most of mine- steering clear of some of heavier fetish that I often explore in favor of a fun and exciting Christmas Party.
I simply ask as a Christmas Present that you give me until Chapter Seven before voting, thank you to those who held off before judging. I've been editing a lot and a few mistakes crept into the earlier chapters.
I enjoy making the art - I snuck in a picture of myself at the party. I like writing my alter-ego into stories like this. This Eddie is a little different than me - first his last name isn't Davidson, and second he is Married to a woman that looks like Morgan Fairchild that loves sex. (Lucky bastard!)
I always thought Morgan Fairchild was hot, so what is hotter than Morgan Fairchild? TWO Morgan Fairchilds. This is a story that doesn't take itself TOO seriously. I want to wrap before the end of 2025 - but I could honestly see a "Day after" with this story.