Mary Blows Santa

By the time the formal proceedings actually started at 10 o’clcok, Mary and Kim already were on their knees and away. The Santas had set up a two more chairs on the stage, keeping the one in the middle facing the audience, but adding another chair about five feet away on either side, facing the middle chair. Each chair had a Santa. Mary and Kim were busy blowing the Santas in the two side chairs while whatever Santa in the middle spoke to the audience. Kim took the Santa on the right side of the stage, because she found it more natural to look off to her right side… and Mary took the Santa on the left, because looking leftward seemed more natural to her. This was, of course, so that pictures could be taken and so that the girls’ faces would be visible to the appreciative Santas awaiting their turns. Mary had never given a blowjob before, but all the Santas were fantastic, encouraging her and giving her pointers. 

“Hmm hmm? (Like this?)” she kept asking them, peering up at them with her innocent eyes.

Kim figured she’d have to give the lion’s share of blowjobs, perhaps 130 or so over the two days. If she could average blowing 5 an hour, she could do seventy-five by midnight tonight and only have fifty-five left for tomorrow. Luckily, watching two gorgeous young blondes on their knees in skin-tight jeans and heels giving blowjobs had most of the Santas rock hard and almost ready to pop before they entered either mouth. Kim had swallowed five mouthfuls of Santa cum in the thirty-five minutes before ten, another nine between 10 and 11, and nine more in the hour after that. She and Mary continued to give blowjobs even while tables were brought in and all the chairs positioned around them, so that the Santas all could have lunch. They, of course, weren’t really hungry because of all the cum they were swallowing. By the time the one o’clock speaker had started, Kim was blowing her thirty-fourth Santa. She started to figure she and Mary MIGHT be able to blow all the Santas today, if Mary could work up to averaging five an hour herself. But then that one o’clock speaker announced that the actual conference attendance was three hundred and forty-seven, and Kim resigned herself to giving blowjobs continuously all weekend.

Mary, of course, was ecstatic. She had fantasized about blowing one Santa. Here she’d be blowing well over a hundred. And she would have the pictures to prove it. One designated Santa had a camera and took one picture of each Santa with his girl sitting on his lap smiling… followed by countless others of his girl leaning into his lap feeding. Moreover, on eah side a large stand-up mirror was brought in and positioned so the girls could watch themselves blowing their Santas. Some Santas sat in their chairs. Some stood. Some lowered their pants just a little bit. Some let their pants drop to their feet. Most were fat, but some not so much. Mary loved them all. 

Word had spread about Mary just having turned nineteen… and of her seemingly year-long obsession with blowing Santa… and how this was her first time giving blowjobs. So, when a local T.V. reporter and crew came by to report on the convention, Mary became the focus. A young reporter, herself perhaps only in her late twenties, insisted on interviewing. 

“How do I look?” the brunette asked as she kneeled next to Mary with her microphone, just having brushed the back of her navy blue front-pleated pants to remove any lint.

“Excellent,” the cameraman replied.

Mary tried to answer the reporter’s questions as best she could, while staring directly into the camera.

“How many Santas have you blown so far?” she was asked.

“Hmm hmm hmm?” she answered, guessing. She figured about twenty-eight or twenty-nine.

“Five hundred?” the reporter exclaimed to her audience. “This young girl Mary has obviously been keeping busy.”

The ten minute interview ended ad lib, with the reporter herself suddenly having her mouth filled with a Santa cock to suck.

“Hmm hmm,” Kaitlin said to her audience.

Next, she interviewed Kim. The cameraman made a point of getting real good shots of both girls exceedingly cute asses.

“Are these jeans new?” Kaitlin asked.

“Hmm hmm,” Kim nodded proudly.

“When did you buy them?”

“Hmm hmm hmm hmm,” Kim answered.

“Why don’t we show our audience these nice jeans, Kim,” Kaitlin said. Dutifully, Kim turned her bum towards the camera as the cameraman zoomed in.

Then Kaitlin happily told the audience: “Although this is Mary’s first year blowing the Santa convention, Kim has been blowing Santas like this for several years.”

“Hmm hmm,” Kim shook her head. But the camera was not directed at her. 

Kaitlin continued as the camera rolled on. “Kim has traveled ALL OVER spreading her special brand of Christmas cheer to Santas for hundreds of miles. She has lost count of how many Santas she’s blown, but doing conventions like this from November through December for the last several years, this reporter figures she’s blown at least TEN THOUSAND.”

The camera swung back to Kim, who stared helplessly at the viewing audience.

“Hmm?” was all she could say.

Kaitlin finished this interview by boldly predicting that “With her sister now kneeling beside her, Kim sees no limit to the Christmas cheer they will be able to provide to Santas EVERYWHERE.”

At that, Kaitlin turned and accepted another cock into her mouth.

As Kaitlin left with her crew a half hour later, having interviewed and blown four more Santas herself, she was briefly stopped by a Santa near the back, who whispered in her ear. Kaitlin smiled, nodded and left.

The girls did take an occasional break, but never for more than a few minutes. Kim was enjoying this now as much as Mary and really didn’t want to stop. Moreover, she had figured out that Santas could easily come back for ‘seconds’ without them knowing it, because they all looked alike. She realized that, if she wanted to make sure everyone got their fair suck, she and Mary would have to just keep sucking.

The girls had planned to return to Kim’s apartment to spend the night and then return to the convention hall and hotel early the next morning. But the Santas offered to put them up in a gorgeous suite for the night. 

“What about clothes?” Mary asked. “We AT LEAST need fresh underwear.”

“I’m sure that 347 Santas can take care of that,” they were told. Sure enough, just after eleven when the two girls each had swallowed this day’s last mouthful, they were handed a large, beautifully wrapped gift from All the Santas. Excitedly, they opened it to find over seventy pair of soft satin and nylon panties and thirty matching bras. 

“Thanks, Santa,” they said to the one who’d handed the gift to them.

That night, in their suite, they each tried on several favorites, finally settling on the panties and bra they would wear for the next day. Dressed in their favorite new panties, they slept soundly in each others until their wake-up call at seven-thirty.

By nine, the two girls were up on stage on their knees again. Kim knew she’d blown at least three of the same Santas twice, but she didn’t care. This was a girl’s dream come true. 

Mary also was loving it, but she had started to realize as the afternoon of the second day wore on that HER Santa, her and Kim’s actual Santa might not actually be here. She had not heard his voice… that distinctive voice that she felt she’d known all her life… that she could never forget.

It was a virtual certainty that he was not there as she watched her last Santa come up to claim his blowjob. But then he spoke:

“It seems you have been a VERY good girl this year, Mary,” he said.

“Santa?” she cried excitedly. “I know you.”

“You do?” he asked coyly.

“Yes. You’re my Santa. The one my sister Kim blew last year.”

“So you have been watching, have you?” he asked.

“I’m sorry,” she said sincerely.

“That’s okay, Mary,” he said. “If you give me a REALLY GREAT blowjob, I’ll forgive you.”