Luisas Seasonal Surprise

"What the fuh...?"

Brian whirled around to see a half-naked Santa, trouser-less, standing before the dressing room mirror. Despite a fake beard and long cap, the full, curvy thighs and legs did NOT belong to a man! The next moment, a bright red jacket slipped from the figure's shoulders, revealing a short, chubby, topless woman wearing nothing but snug, pale panties. He pulled back, half-hiding behind the door, wondering why it was open in the first place. Then he recognized the woman.

Luisa!

"Oh!" She gasped, eyes wide, staring at him as she clasped short, thick arms over small breasts.

His cover totally blown, a wave of embarrassment briefly passed over Brian but was soon overtaken by intrigue. He maintained his gaze. He could see the outline of her thick, dark bush through gossamer fabric, a wondrous place he had visited only eight months prior. Boldly, he moved in, quickly closing the space between them.

"I...I..." She stuttered, quivering, small feet frozen to the spot as he swiftly removed her cottony, white beard and cap.

"I thought I'd never see you again," Brian whispered against her face, inhaling the scent of her warm, radiant body. Memories flooded back of that time he tasted her juices, reveling in her heady musk, before mounting her glorious bounty.

"You shouldn't be here. I..."

She couldn't finish. Brian's hungry mouth covered hers. She resisted, whimpering, her pudgy hands pressing against his wool jacket as if to push him away, but then she relented, gripping his lapels, surrendering with a sigh as their tongues lashed together.

Fire welled up inside him. He broke the kiss, only to whirl her around, pushing her over the dressing table. Silly little things scattered, hitting the floor noisily as she cried out, ample body covering the tabletop.

"Oh, Brian, nooo. Not..." She yelped as he ripped away the panties, revealing white, delicious flesh, ripe and jiggling, exposed and vulnerable to his sight and touch. Luisa gripped the far edge of the table, relenting as he spread her thighs, revealing a wet, glistening gash covered with thick ladyfur.

"Goddammit, you disappear like that," he growled, pulling out his long, thick shaft. "Eight fucking months and nothing!"

"Honey, I'm sorry, I didn't..." Her round face was a mere inch from the mirror, hot breath fogging the glass.

Quickly, he slid in, his urgent hardness pushing between swollen pussy lips, going in as far as he could go. Her response was immediate.

"Ohhh my fucking god, Brian! Aggghhh!!!" She grunted with lust as he pressed his cum-swollen balls against her ass.

"Ohhh, yeah...YEAH!" his voice quivered as her meaty cunt clamped around his cock repeatedly, excited for sex. Sensations pulsed through his shaft, spreading throughout his loins. The next moment, he slapped against her, the sharp, rapid sound of colliding bodies echoing off the walls.

"Jesus, someone's going to hear us," She whimpered, a thin sliver of drool trickling from the side of her mouth, before letting out another long groan. "Oh, fuck it, Brian, give it to me...GIVE IT TO MEEE!!!"

"You asked for it," He growled, grabbing her black hair and pulling, thrusting violently.

"Oh, shit, yesss..."She clenched her teeth, hissing. Luisa had almost forgotten how good his cock felt pounding her deep. Not much time passed before she felt that familiar, ever-building sensation. "Oh fuck, baby. Already it's coming...coming for you." She quivered. "Goddamn YES! YESSS!!!"

"Fuck, yeah!" His fingers dug into her yielding flesh, his own orgasm spilling out. "Coming inside you, my love...coming...COMING...AHHHGGGG!!!" Brian's onslaught increased in frequency, making her pussy sting as he gave it to her hard. Luisa wept with joy and release as his body shuddered for a moment and the frantic pounding slowed, cock still twitching. "Ohhhh...godDAAAM!!!" He mashed his hips against her big, sweet ass, injecting thick gobs of raw semen deep inside. "Fuck, Luisa, YES!" His mouth fell open as he panted, then smiled.

"Goddamn!" Luisa's pussy kept clenching around his cock, milking out every last drop of cum, drawing it deep inside. Sweat dripping from his brow, he slumped over her body.

Oh, God, I don't want to pull out. She feels so good!

"Oh, my love," She sobbed. "Ohhh...please don't pull out, not yet!"

Brian shook his head, staring at himself in the mirror.

Silence enveloped them for a moment, noise from city traffic outside seeped through the dirty gray windows of the dressing room. Finally, and with much reluctance, he pulled his semi-erect cock from Luisa's gooey, wet pussy. The buxom young woman stood, pulling up her panties. A nearby dressing gown was retrieved and tugged around her shoulders. Post-coitus, the energy in the room changed, cooling a bit, but Brian stayed close.

"Playing Santa?" He asked, nuzzling her hair.

"Uh-huh." She turned to face her lover and they kissed again. Brian looked into her eyes. Just his gaze took her breath away. "The children loved it." She managed a smile. "A fat, pregnant female St. Nick!"

As long as Brian had known her, Luisa was that type of person: gentle, loving, and very giving to everyone. Still, he wanted more answers.

"Are you going to disappear again?" He whispered. "Don't lie to me."

"No, lover. No." She looked down at her small bare feet. "But...you should know this." Luisa pulled the gown open, again revealing her body.

Brian noticed her plump belly was somewhat more ample than the last time they met. Her small tits had also swelled, the once-delicate pink areolas now red with hard nipples protruding. He placed his hand on her stomach as she nodded. His other hand reached up, tugging her nipple brusquely.

"Oh!" Luisa gasped as milk trickled down her belly.

"Oh, my," He smirked before lowering his head to take a nipple in his mouth.

"Brian, oh, fuuuck..." She sighed as he began to suck. Immediately, fluid filled his mouth.

Oh, my love, you know how I like that. God!

He kept drawing on her tit until he had to swallow.

"Take the other one," Luisa whispered, caressing the back of his head. It felt so good! Her sensitive buds tingled, sending sparks straight to her throbbing pussy as Brian fed greedily until he had to swallow again.

"Yes, oh, yes." She whispered, heart swelling with joy as she nursed her lover.

I've dreamed about this, now it's coming true!

Draining both of her swollen breasts, he stood, again looking into her eyes, his nose an inch away from hers.

"Is it?"

Luisa nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Yes, it's yours." A sob forced her to pause a moment, sniffling. "There's no doubt."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It was my responsibility not to get pregnant." Her brow furrowed, making her look like a little girl trying to be serious.

A twinge of anger jabbed at Brian, but he controlled himself.

What the fuck?

"That responsibility was on both of us." Brian embraced her, still trying to understand why she had kept this a secret.

Who does she think I am? Like I wouldn't support my child?

"Having you inside me without a condom felt so very good, love." She rubbed her face against the lapel of his jacket. It smelled of leather and his body. "Nothing more than that."

Brian nodded. "Yes, I didn't want protection either, and coming inside you, giving up my seed for you, was..." He paused. "It felt so goddamn good, no words to describe." He kissed her hair. "When it comes to sex, we're nothing but animals. Not like that's a bad thing."

"Don't worry." Luisa pulled back. "I chose to keep the child, so it's up to me to care for him."

"Him," Brian repeated. Luisa nodded again.

"Have you picked a name?"

"Uh-huh. Bryan...with a 'y'".

He smiled.

Ah, my love.

"You can't do this alone." He could feel her heart beating against his chest. "Don't shut me out."

"Why not?"

"Do you not want me..." Again, Brian paused, correcting himself. "...

us

...in the picture?" He referred to Yvette, his wife of eight years.

"I can't...no." Luisa shook her head. "You and Yvette are such a loving couple, and so open-minded, but this is too much."

"No, honey, no it's not." He lifted her face and, again, gazed deeply into her wet eyes, kissing away the tears. "You don't understand."

"I'm an independent woman, and I can take care of myself." Now Luisa's words sounded rehearsed like she was trying to convince herself beyond all odds.

"Don't you think I know? That's not what this is all about. You know my situation."

"You and Yvette can't have children, I know."

"Correct, but the child is yours, never question that, whether you're with us or not."

"That weekend we all spent together." Luisa shuddered, a little grin escaping as she recalled that extremely feral event. "GodDAMN, that was something I'll never forget."

"Goddamn is right, my love," Brian smiled, too. "Neither will we, but do you think that's what we normally do?"

"I don't know." Luisa sounded like a little girl, her voice confused, submissive.

"You think it was just a hot weekend three-way? Once we're done, Yvette and I prowl for fresh meat?"

"You tell me, Brian."

"We're not exactly swingers, Luisa. It's not like every weekend is a fuckfest with whoever we manage to pick up."

"No?"

"You act like you don't know us." Brian glared at her, trying not to scold. "It's been more than a year since we met at that art exhibit, so it wasn't like we were strangers when we invited you back to the apartment."

Luisa remained silent. She could feel Brian's cock recovering from the orgasm, its moist, cum-sticky tumescence pressing against her belly. He was caught up in the moment and had forgotten to zip his pants. From experience, she knew he couldn't help it, and her smile returned, only bigger, as memories of that weekend flooded her brain.

"Come over tomorrow and let's talk. We even wrapped a gift for you and put it under the Christmas tree in the scant hope somehow you'd come back into our lives." He eyed the pentagram tattooed between her breasts. "Yvette's been thinking about you, missing you, as much as I have."

"Really now?" Luisa's confidence was returning somewhat. "You know I'm a Wiccan and Yule is more my speed, but the tree is quite appropriate." She grasped Brian's now-full erection, squeezing it.

"Shit, girl." Brian couldn't help but respond. "We'll make it whatever you want."

She nodded toward the open door. "Close that and lock it."

Brian obeyed, reaching out to push the door shut, pressing the button in the center of the doorknob as Luisa fell to her knees.

"Ohhh, fuck, Luisa!" Brian groaned, mouth falling open, as she took him between her full, red lips.

Goddamn hungry girl!

One hand gripped the base of his shaft while the other slid up under his flannel shirt to tease his erect nipple.

"Damn it!" He hissed. "You don't forget a thing."

Luisa snorted, mouth full of cock pleased with herself and the effect she was having. With only a few lunges, she took all of him down her throat before fellating him eagerly.

Brian gripped the edge of the dressing table, trying to keep still as slurping noises filled the room. Indeed, Luisa was hungry, and it didn't take long. Yes, she knew what he liked, and the moment she felt his cock start to twitch, a sure indicator that Brian was about to erupt, she pulled back.

"Oh...OHHH...FUUUCK!!!" Brian wailed, body tensing as semen spurted from the tip of his swollen, purple helmet. Thick, pearlescent goo coated Luisa's face, dripping down her chin as she let out a gorgeous smile, eyes aglow.

"Yes, my love...YES! Gods bless us, everyone!" She licked cum from her lips as his eyes finally opened, looking down at his lover, an expression of pure mischief on her face as she announced facetiously.

"This is the very best Christmas of all!"