Principles Of Lust

"That must be the others," he grinned wickedly.

"Others? What others?" I was surprised.

"Other elves who are seeking shelter for tonight, honey," he replied. "They want to wish you a Merry Christmas."

As he lay down my towel-wrapped naked body on the bed, I could hear footsteps coming from the living room towards the bedroom. I could not believe my eyes as I saw 3 more familiar faces enter the room -- Pramod (dressed as Dobby The Elf), Shankar (dressed as Winkie The Elf), and Sundaram (dressed in red as Santa Claus).

"I have brought 100 mg Viagra pills for each one of us," announced Santa Claus. He opened his palm, there were 5 blue pills on it. Each elf picked up 1 pill and put it in his mouth.

"Santa, you are awesome!" gasped Bernard. "This 100 mg Viagra will keep us hard for at least 4 hours. We will be young again."

Santa Claus bent over the bed to take a closer look at me. "This babe is the stuff of every old and middle-aged man's wet dreams. All of us deserve a wild night with her. Let her take rest for an hour. By that time, the effect of the Viagra will kick in. And I will be the 1st to enter this room, you guys owe me that courtesy. Lock the door of the bedroom from outside, and take away her mobile phone. Sweet girl, you may have celebrated dozens of Christmas in your life. But tonight, you will get to celebrate with us -- Santa and his elves -- for the 1st time."

I looked at the clock on my bedside table. It was 5.00 PM. The 5 'uncles' had just left my bedroom after taking away my phone and laptop. They locked the bedroom door from outside. They left me lying on bed wrapped in nothing but a towel. As soon as they locked the door, I got up to change.

I remembered Santa's words, the Viagra would need an hour to take effect. But there was nothing for me to do except wait for the inevitable to happen. There was no backdoor in my bedroom or bathroom, no way to escape. The windows were shut and bolted since air conditioning remains on throughout the day. No way to call for help as those vultures had taken away my phone and laptop. I removed the towel and changed into another set of bra and panties, along with a t-shirt and shorts. And kept waiting.

As soon as the clock struck 6.00 PM, the bedroom door got unlocked from outside. I sat stiff on the bed as Santa Claus walked in. He was wearing his underwear and nothing else.

Chapter 3: Santa Claus (Father Christmas)

Sundaram is Tamil, a highly educated man in his 60s, who had just retired from a teaching job at a prestigious university in Delhi NCR. His daughter is married to an NRI and lives abroad. He and his wife live in a 1st floor apartment in my housing complex. He was the eldest of the gang of 5 vultures who had invaded my home tonight.

"No, honey. Why have you put on clothes?" he said as he locked the door from inside. "Now I have to take them off again. Why do you want to make old Santa work so hard?"

I looked at Santa's bare torso. This was the 1st time I saw him without clothes. A head full of white hair, salt and pepper hair on his chest, arms and legs, long flowing white beard -- he looked old enough to be a grandpa. Except for his underwear -- there was a huge bulge inside it which made his intentions clear to me.

He opened my cupboard and started going through my drawers, looking for something. Within a few minutes, he seemed to have found it. A pair of small scissors.

"Don't be alarmed. I am not going to hurt you." Saying this, he tugged at the front of my t-shirt with his left hand, and started slicing it open with the scissors on his right hand.

He started at the bottom, cutting the t-shirt all the way up to the top. Within seconds, my brand new t-shirt was sliced open at the front, like an unbuttoned shirt. I was too scared to react.

Santa caught hold of my bra straps at the shoulders, and cut them with the scissors. Then he moved towards my back and cut the horizontal straps too.

"There, all done in 15 seconds," he chuckled. I kept sitting on the bed with my t-shirt open at the front, the bra falling off my boobs onto my lap. My 34DD boobs sprung out of captivity, bouncing and jiggling.

"Buddy told me about your milky tits. He said they were divine. He was right," he said as he placed his hand on my left boob and gave it a soft squeeze.

"Its so firm, so perky. I made the right decision in selecting you and planning this operation," he said.

I was stunned. Sundaram had planned this? He hardly knew me!

"Why me, uncle?" I asked. "There are other girls in the neighbourhood too."

"Yes sweetheart, but they don't have what you have. You ooze sex from every curve on your body. The other girls might be pretty -- some are prettier than you -- but they don't make men like me mad with desire. You have that special ability to make ALL men hard and horny, irrespective of their age."

I listened in silence and embarrassment. Was this a compliment? Was something wrong with me? Why do I encounter lusty men wherever I go?

Santa continued showering praises on me, "The bounce of your tits when you walk, the sway of your hips, the way you stand on your balcony wearing a t-shirt and nothing else, flashing your thighs and panties to everyone staring from the floors below -- make you a total knockout."

I said nothing. I realised my mistake. I had no idea the whole world was peeking under my t-shirt when I stood on the balcony every morning and evening.

Santa pulled the elastic waistband of my shorts. It was a loose-fitted short, perfect choice for leisurewear, but turned out to be a wrong choice in this case. He started slicing the waistband elastic with scissors, moving all the way down to my crotch, then cutting sideways through the leg.

In seconds, the shorts were split wide open, from the top to the bottom, revealing my panties underneath.

Satisfied with the result, Santa kept the scissors on the bed, and made me lie down holding my shoulders. He started fondling my breasts, pressing his fingers on the sides, on the bottom, on top of the nipples.

Each time he pressed and withdrew his fingers, my breasts bounced and jiggled. I watched in amazement as the bulge in his underwear kept getting bigger and bigger.

Santa molested my boobs for almost 30 minutes. I know because I kept looking at the clock again and again. He pressed them, squeezed them, pinched my nipples with both hands, licked and sucked them, pulled them with his lips, bit them with his teeth, until my boobs turned red and my nipples became raw and swollen.

I lay on the bed breathing heavily, his unwelcome assault turning me on and making me horny. I forgot that he was 3 times my age, and began to admire his skills in the 'expert treatment' he showered on my breasts. I got wet.

As if he sensed this, he stopped suddenly and looked deep into my eyes. "You want to cum, don't you?" he asked directly.

I closed my eyes in shame. He must have read the expression on my face. I kept mum.

Santa moved his face closer to my thighs, and began to kiss them. First on the outside, and then on the inner thighs. I opened my legs slightly as a reflex action, unable to control my desire anymore. He was soft, gentle and kind, and knew how to pay attention to a woman's body.

That's when he brought his face over my panty. He must have smelled the musky scent of my wetness, as I was leaking continuously. He licked my panty and exclaimed, "This old man made you wet!"

In a flash, he picked up the scissors lying on the bed, and cut off the panty from both sides at the waist. Then he slowly removed it from my crotch, as if he was peeling an orange. My slit was now bare, uncovered and accessible for him to ravish.

He fixated his gaze on my Cleft of Venus, caressed it with his fingers, and licked it hungrily. "This is so beautiful, like a perfect W shape," he exclaimed in joy.

He kept licking my clean shaven, W-shaped cleft for a few minutes, and then touched the lips of my pussy. Moisture was dripping down the slit of my cunt continuously, like a leaking tap. As soon as he touched me there, I went insane with desire. I opened my legs wide.

"You are like a bitch in heat," he said. "Will you accept my old cock inside you?"

"Yes Santa," I replied shamelessly. I was so wet with desire.

Santa removed his underwear. His grey pubic hair caught my attention. I had never seen grey pubic hair before -- it was a combination of black and white hairs. His balls had some white hair too. This man must be really old, I thought.

But the one thing I could not take my eyes off was his massive erection. For a man who had so much white hair on his body, his cock defied all expectations. It certainly did not look like a 60 year old tool -- stiff, strong, and as I was about to find out very soon, very very hard.

"Do you like my old cock, baby girl?" He took my hand and placed it on his gigantic erection. In all 23 years of my life, I have never touched or felt anything so hard, so solid, so invincible as this old man's cock. I melted with desire.

"This is the miracle of 100 mg Viagra," he said with pride, "giving me the biggest erection of my life. For the last 10 years, the doctor had been prescribing me 25 mg. But today, I coaxed him to give me the 100 mg pill -- the nuclear missile of all pills. All for you, baby girl."

He placed himself between my legs, smacked his nuclear missile on my Cleft of Venus, on my clit and on my cunt opening.

"Do you have a tight hole, dear?" he asked gently.

"Yes. You like tight, Santa?" I was desperate to cum.

"Yes honey. Tight and juicy," he replied. "Will you make it tighter for me?"

"Sure, Santa." I spread my pussy lips with my fingers, closed my eyes, and prepared myself for his invasion.

Santa invaded me slowly. His steely hardness penetrated my slippery hole softly and gradually. He stopped for a few seconds, then resumed his journey. His gentle strokes turned into thrusts, which gradually became heavier and wilder.

I wrapped my legs around his back tightly and contracted my pussy. He wanted it tight, I gave him tighter. My pussy walls squeezed his cock again and again, making him thrust with force.

I squealed wildly as his thrusts turned into pounding -- brutal, relentless pounding -- so rough that I lost control of my pussy muscles and could not contract them anymore. I trembled, shivered, wriggled, and then climaxed. I drenched his cock and balls in my cum.

Santa paused his thrusting, kissed my face, looked into my eyes and said, "My baby, Father Christmas's cock is too much for you, isn't it?"

I whimpered in pleasure and exhaustion.

"Now make your old uncle cum. Squeal like a bitch," he resumed his assault. Wave upon wave of intense thrusts lashed on my cunt. His super hard dick plunged in and out like a machine, tearing my soft pussy apart. I squealed like a bitch, moaned like a slut, and cummed like a whore. Again.

Drops of sweat fell on my face from his forehead, while spurts of his warm, creamy semen flooded my insides. As he withdrew his dick, chunks of his white old cum mixed with my young cum started oozing out of my hole, and soiled the bedsheet.

There is no shame in admitting that it was the greatest fuck in my life. And judging by the look on Sundaram's face, probably in his life too. This 60 year old man truly earned my respect and admiration that night.

Was it his experience, or his education, or the Viagra that made him so good, I don't know. All I can say is that he proved to be a great pussy driller, one of a kind.

Chapter 4: Dobby the Elf

Me and Santa lay beside each other on the bed for sometime. We were both exhausted. He wreaked of my cum, and I wreaked of his. His dick was still erect even after that intense lovemaking session, probably due to the effect of the Viagra.

But the old man was tired for sure, he ran out of stamina, probably due to his age.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the bedroom door. Both of us got up. I looked at the clock. It was 7.30 PM.

"Santa, its me, Dobby," said a voice from the other side of the door. "Are you done?"

"Not now, after sometime," replied Santa. Then he whispered in my ear, "Lets go for another round. I am hard again."

The knocking grew louder, almost like banging. "Santa, you have taken up 1 and a half hours. We have kept quiet out of respect. But the Viagra magic will not last forever. Its my turn now," the voice said impatiently.

Sundaram got irritated, "These horny dirt bags have no sense of gratitude. They won't even let me fuck in peace."

He put on his underwear and was about to open the door when I said, "Please uncle, don't let anybody else come in. I won't be able to take it."

Sundaram looked at me with sympathy in his eyes, "I understand honey. But in our club, everybody gets an equal chance."

He opened the door and Dobby barged in, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. "Sorry Santa, I didn't want to push you. But its 7.30 PM already," he said. "I have been staring at my erect cock for the last 1 and a half hours, listening to this slut moaning and squealing. I cant wait any longer."

"Be gentle to her. Treat her with respect," said Santa as he closed the door behind him. Dobby immediately locked it from the inside.

Pramod is from U.P., a divorcee. He is in his late 40s, and lives in a 1st floor flat in this housing society. Its said his ex-wife filed for divorce because he was a monster in bed. Whether its true or just a rumour, nobody knows. But I was scared nevertheless. Very scared.

"Santa seems to have had a lot of fun with you," he chuckled as he saw my torn undies and sliced t-shirt that I was still wearing. "We could hear your loud screams and moans from the living room. It made us harder than the Viagra did."

He quickly pulled down his boxers. Out popped a stiff, black, erect dick that seemed ready to bite like a snake. His crotch was clean shaven, and so were his balls. I trembled in fear as he climbed onto the bed.

"Uncle, please wear a condom. Neither Bernard nor Santa used condoms," I pleaded with him. "Its too risky."

"Cant help you. I don't have any. Its not my fault. Its not theirs either," he responded coldly. "The rain came unannounced, this opportunity suddenly came calling, we grabbed it and made a last-minute plan. Nobody was prepared with condoms."

He removed the torn t-shirt from my body and continued, "I would not use a rubber even if I had it. I like skin-to-skin contact. I like it raw."

Saying this, he pushed me down on the bed, pulled my arms together above my head, and tied them to the frame of the bed with the torn tee. "I am going to tie you up like a bitch and do unspeakable things to you."

He took his rock hard cock in one hand and smacked it on my tits. I shuddered -- partly in fear and partly in pain -- as he kept spanking my body with his tool.

He smacked my belly button, my crotch, my thighs, and my clit hard, again and again. The feeling of pleasure that had overcome my senses during Santa's session was now replaced by hurt and pain. I began to whimper under the torture inflicted by Dobby's thick cock.

"Santa has filled up your pussy completely," he said as he inserted one finger in my cunt and pulled out some of Sundaram's cum. "I need a clean hole. I will take your ass."

He moved upto my head, untied my hands, flipped me over, and tied my hands again. I was now lying face down on the bed, with Dobby spanking my ass cheeks with his dick.

Every time he slapped it hard, I let out a groan and tried to wriggle my way out, only to realise that my hands were tied to the bed and I could not move.

This torture session went on for a long time. By then, my hips and thighs had turned red and were hurting. The more it hurt, the more I groaned, and the harder he got.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Dobby the Elf spread my hips and touched my asshole with his finger. "Untouched, clean and tiny -- just like I imagined," he said lustily.

I had been fucked in the ass before. But I imagined it to get a 100 times worse this time. This man was perversion personified. And he was high on Viagra. A deadly combination.

Dobby got down from the bed, walked over to my dressing table, picked up a jar of Vaseline, and returned to his previous position. He parted my ass cheeks with his left hand, and applied dollops of Vaseline on my asshole with the other. The cream felt cold, but the rubbing made my ass hot. I began to lift up my butt as a reflex action.

"Lets see how tight this hole is," he inserted his Vaseline-covered finger in my Vaseline-coated asshole. I shuddered and threw my legs a little, as his finger started probing deeper and deeper. Before long, he had managed to push his entire finger inside my butthole.

"There, you are ready now. The passage has opened up," he said. Then he lifted up my belly from the bed, and put 2 pillows under it. My face, boobs and hands were on the bed, facing downwards. My waist and butt were raised upwards, supported by my knees and those 2 pillows.

Dobby rubbed a lot of Vaseline on his erect dick. He spread my legs wider, and touched the tip of his cock on my asshole. He pushed once, twice, thrice, and then waited for a few seconds. Then he violently lunged forward with a massive thrust. I screamed in pain as his gigantic cock tore into my tiny ass.

His big heavy balls slapped on my butt as he pushed and rammed with extreme force. The more I screamed, the more pleasure he got. I lost track of time as his brutal pounding continued. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he discharged his semen and flooded my asshole. As he withdrew, globs of his sticky goo started dribbling from my butthole, onto my slit, and the bed below.

Dobby put on his boxer shorts and opened the bedroom door. As he closed it behind him, he hissed, "I wish I could violate your ass for another hour. But Winkie is waiting, he deserves to get his quota."

I collapsed on the bed with my hands still tied. My knees were trembling from the brutality of the last hour. My whole body was aching. And there was at least one more wolf out there waiting for his turn to devour my body. The clock showed 8.30 PM.

Chapter 5: Winkie the Elf

Shankar is a Bengali, fondly known as 'Dada' in the neighbourhood. He is in his early 50s, probably 52 or 53. He has a lovely wife and 3 children, all living on the ground floor. I had a hard time believing that he could be a member of this perverted gang. I hoped against hope that he would turn out to be a gentleman.

At 8.45 PM, the door flung open, and in walked Shankar, dressed in an elf costume with Winkie written on it. A very different sight from his friends who entered my bedroom half naked. I raised my hopes up.

He took one look at my condition, and stepped forward to untie my hands. He stared at the red marks on my skin left behind by Dobby's spanking, and said, "You are in bad shape. I wish I could let you rest. But the effect of the Viagra will be wearing off soon, so I cant wait anymore."

I sighed in despair. My hopes were unfounded. This man will have his share. There was no changing his mind.

"My god, your holes are filthy! Full of cum," he said in disgust as he inspected my body. "I wont touch your filthy holes. You stink of cum, you need a good wash."

He lifted up my naked body in his arms and walked out of the bedroom, down the hall and through the living room, onto the balcony. As we passed the living room, the other sick bastards clapped and whistled seeing my condition.

As soon as he stepped onto the balcony, I heard and noticed the rain again. It was a heavy downpour, so loud and blinding that the streetlights appeared dim, and the housing tower next door was hidden behind the curtain of rain.

For the last 6 hours, I had experienced some of the worst time of my life. Suddenly, the sound of thunder and the lashing of rain on my body felt so good. Winkie lay me down on the floor of the balcony and took off his costume. He removed his underwear, and started stroking his dick while watching my naked body get washed by the rain.