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Best Sinterklaas Ever, Single Mom with Two Daughters
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A St Nicholas Surprise
by Ray Anthony Farmer FV2©
Interracial BBC Fucking - Time: 1:44:59 - http://motherless.com/33204AE
Best Sinterklaas Ever - How did she get her present?
In Holland, children get presents from Saint Nicholas instead of Santa Claus. They place their shoe by the fireplace on the three Saturdays before the Happy Evening, which is on December 5th. When they set their shoe they put in a carrot for the horse of Sinterklaas and they sing a few songs about him and his helper, Black Peter. If they have been good during the year the carrot is replaced with a small gift during the night. In the old days naughty children got a bag of salt or a rod for punishment.
Every year it is the same routine. Half November St. Nicholas arrives by boat in a Dutch harbor and lots of parents take their children to welcome him. And when it is finally 5 December most families happen to find a basket of presents and sweets near their front door, left by Saint Nicholas and Black Peter.
Ramona was determined to stick to tradition this November as well. Ramona took the kids to watch the arrival of St.Nicholas. No matter the cold, she took them to the harbor where, together with hordes of other mothers with children, they waited for the gaily-decorated boat bringing Sinterklaas and his helpers.
This year it would be more difficult to ensure the girls had as much fun as their friends. Both kids were still firm believers in St. Nicholas and she had to come up with nice presents. Not only did she need gifts for December 5th, she had to get small things to put in their shoe every Saturday night from the moment he arrived until the evening of the presents. How she was going to do that, she had no idea. Her husband left her two years ago and recently she had lost her job. It was really hard to make ends meet, but she was sure she could find a way for the girls to enjoy the festivities.
The first two weekends she managed to give the children little presents. They set a shoe near the fireplace, put carrots in for St. Nick's horse and sang a few songs to St.Nick and Black Peter before going to bed. The next morning the kids were up early to see what St.Nick and his helper had left in their shoe. The first time they found colorful mittens. Ramona had found some old sweaters in the attic and re-used the wool. The next Sunday morning both got a drawing book and a box of color-pencils to share. The last weekend they were a little disappointed to find only a mouse of marzipan for each of them.
While the children were in school she had plenty of time to search shops for something nice but not too expensive. The traditional chocolate letters were easy, a 'R' for Rachel and an 'H' for Hannah. And it was fun to bake the pepper-nuts together with the kids. Both the girls had asked St.Nick very urgently to give them a doll. So she hunted till she found a small shop with secondhand toys. Ramona bought two dolls, one with brown hair and the other with blond locks. With plenty of time on her hands, she turned her unemployment into an advantage and managed to sew some beautiful clothes for both dolls. Ramona hid the presents in her closet, wrapped in special Nicholas paper decorated with little Sinterklaasjes and tiny Black Peters climbing through chimneys with presents and sweets.
Finally it was December 4th. The presents and the sweets were waiting for the Happy Evening. Ramona felt really proud that she had managed so well with so little. Ramona had to skip herself with the presents and hoped the children wouldn't notice but she couldn't overcome a touch of December blues.
Slicing carrots, she was humming a Nicholas song. Luckily the girls never connected the carrots on their menu with their gifts for St.Nick's horse. They were five now, next year they would probably start to doubt and maybe the year after that they would know St.Nick wasn't real. The thought made her a little sad. Together with their faith in St.Nick riding on the rooftops on his white horse, they would lose a little magic. Ramona sighed, but then she started humming again and after a while she switched to singing softly.
"Sweet children get cookies, bad children the rod. O dearest Saint Nicholas, please visit with me. Please stop by my house And give presents to me."
Ramona grinned suddenly. After two years of separation she'd welcome a rod. Only not the one Black Peter used for spanking naughty boys and girls. Ramona glanced to the children, but they had their eyes glued to the TV. Swiftly she turned her back to them and slipped one hand inside her Blue jeans. Ramona undid the top button to give her fingers enough room to reach inside. The furtiveness of the situation gave her a nice little extra rush. Ramona turned her head and gazed out into the garden. The leafless trees looked like black ghosts in the grey light of the winter sunset. Just as she was getting really hot, the water started to boil and she turned down the gas. Ramona had to leave her pussy alone and the only thing she had achieved was making herself even hornier than she had been to begin with. Biting her lip she quickly rinsed her hands, finished dinner and called the girls to the table.
After dinner, Rachel and Hannah watched Sesame Street before going to bed. She listened to their excited chattering when they were finally tucked in. They were determined to stay awake so they could catch Black Peter climbing down the chimney. At the bottom of the stairs she listened till they were both fast asleep. As softly as possible she got the presents and put them in a basket. On tiptoes she left the house by the backdoor and stepped through the garden to the house on the other side of the back passage. Their neighbor had agreed to assist by pounding on the door and leaving the presents for the girls to find on the evening of the 5th. Before she knocked on his backdoor, she smoothed her brown hair and straightened the green sweater. Ramona hesitated briefly. He had said she could always walk right in, but she never had. Ramona somehow felt a little intimidated by the tall man. Squaring her shoulders she knocked and waited for him to open the door.
She didn't have to wait very long. He switched on the light in the kitchen and smiled when he saw her standing there with the basket filled with presents. His eyes taking in the slender frame with the long legs and the firm breasts.
"Come in, Ramona . Want some coffee?" He took the basket out of her hands.
Ramona shook her head. "No thank you, I don't want to leave the girls alone."
The well-muscled torso in front of her, only covered by a tight Orange T-shirt, affected her in a very unwelcome way. All of a sudden she was reminded of her never finished masturbation a few hours earlier. Nervously Ramona licked her lips and tried to look away.
"Ramona ? Is something wrong?" The deep voice made her quiver a little. "You look like you have a fever. You're not getting ill, are you?" He tucked the basket under his arm, reached out and gently stroked her hot cheek with his strong, cool fingers.
Ramona almost jumped back and laughed a little breathless. "Stop that, Anthony. I'm not sick. Just flushed from all the last minute arrangements."
Ramona was almost afraid to look him in the face, scared that he might see how much she wanted him to touch her. His black eyes were difficult to read and sometimes made her uncomfortable. She never knew for certain what she saw in them. And this time was no different, she thought he was amused, but was not sure.
"Are you laughing at me? Wait till you have children of your own." Ramona gestured toward the basket he still held under one arm. "That didn't get filled all by itself you know."
"Ramona , Ramona ." Now he definitely was amused. "No need to bite my head off. All I said, was that you looked hot." He tilted his head a little and grinned. "Come to think of it, you look very hot." He let his eyes slide from her unruly brown curls to the green sweater where he could see her firm breasts with a hint of her nipples, touching on her nicely rounded hips and coming to rest on the long legs in the tight blue jeans. He nodded and let his look linger on her breasts. "Definitely, very hot."
She couldn't stop herself from straightening under his appraisal. Too late she realized that in doing so she also kind of presented her breasts to him. Anthony's obvious appreciation started a little flame in her belly. Ramona blushed and almost stammered: "I ah, I really have to go back." Ramona pointed to the basket. "Will you bring it around eight? Just bang on the door and leave it. And, ah, thank you again."
Anthony cursed the basket in his hands as he watched her turn and hurry through their respective gardens. He knew very well that she fancied him, but was too shy to act on it. If he ever wanted some action, he had to be the one to start it and tonight had presented a very nice opening. Damn that basket. Still cursing he waited till she disappeared into her own house before he turned off the light and returned to his study.
Sitting in front of his computer he found it difficult to concentrate. Instead of his screen waiting to be filled with letters, he saw the elfin face of Ramona with the large, golden brown eyes and the shining brown curls. Her skin had felt like silk under his fingers. The green sweater had hugged her breasts and those long legs ... He squirmed in his chair as his cock started to raise its head. Jesus, he really had no time for this. He glanced at the slender clock sitting on his desk and sighed. He had two hours to finish his weekly column in the local newspaper and he hadn't even started yet.
Ramona closed the backdoor and leaned against it with knees like jelly. It had been almost impossible not to run to the safety of her own home. Lord the eyes of that man. This time the look in them had been all too clear. There was no mistake possible. He had wanted her. He had said so, hadn't he? Ramona shivered a bit as she walked from the kitchen to the living room.
Settling herself on the couch she tried to concentrate on the news on TV. The girls were fast asleep upstairs, the important household chores were done and she had the whole evening to herself. Ramona zapped through the TV offerings without much hope of finding something interesting. It was Wednesday night, which meant soccer, soccer and more soccer. The alternative was a film about some real-live family tragedy, yuck, or something called 'The other side of the moon'. That turned out to be a stupid dating show with silly boys and empty-headed girls. Ramona got up to make some coffee and hunted for the TV guide. Not even Discovery Channel was featuring something interesting. Ramona tried reading a book next, but she was too restless to concentrate for long.
Wandering around the house brought her to the big window overlooking the garden. Ramona was standing in the partly illuminated room, looking out at the house across the two gardens. Anthony's house was dark except for a window on the second floor, she knew that was his study.
"Probably writing his piece for tomorrow's paper," she thought and attempted to picture him sitting in front of his computer. Instead of that she found herself imagining something less demure. Anthony's body looked a lot like Michaelangelo. The biggest difference was the face; the living Anthony had tiny crow's feet by his eyes and looked a bit more rugged. Ramona licked her lips and wiggled her ass. Picturing their neighbor without his clothes was definitely turning her on.
Remembering the feel of his fingers on her cheek, she imagined his touch on her neck, travelling down between her breasts and, she cupped her breasts and spread her legs a little. Ramona stared at the single lighted window and pushed her pelvis forward. "I wish you were here, Anthony. Kissing my nipples, sliding those strong fingers up my pussy." Ramona moaned and clenched her thighs. Damn, she was getting terribly hot again. For a brief moment she hesitated. The thought in her mind was wicked, more daring than anything she had ever done before.
"What the heck", Ramona muttered and turned around. In seconds she had switched off the lamps and for a moment she stood listening to the sounds of the house. Apart from a little creaking of the timbers, all she could hear was the wind sighing in the trees and an occasional whine from the dog a few houses down the road. The house felt like a safe screen between her and the world outside. The darkness was warm and reminded her of a velvet wrap. The only light came from the nearly full moon, sailing among the rushing clouds.
Ramona took a deep breath and stepped up to the back window once more, careful to stay out of the patch of moonlight. After all, she had no intention to really show herself. All she wanted to do was pretend that Anthony was looking from his study. That thought was enough to push her beyond her usual boundaries. Her high heels were already lying near the couch and slowly she peeled the tight blue jeans off, revealing long, lightly tanned legs and a Orange satin thong.
Standing in the dark room in only her thong and a sweater, she had to stop for a moment. The feeling was so incredibly sexy; she had to take it very slowly. Ramona was determined to let this last as long as possible. Suddenly she giggled as she imagined St. Nicholas riding the rooftops and stumbling on her little show. One of her favorite songs popped into her head. The one that was about the moon riding the sky and the wind that was howling in the treetops. Ramona grinned and adjusted the words to her mood.
Ramona whispered them to the empty garden: "Hear the wind sigh in the treetops, in this house you hear just me. I'm not sighing, I am moaning because I'm horny as can be. Hope the Saint will come to visit..." Ramona stopped there because the idea of that gentle old man did not combine very well with her lustful fantasy. She'd rather have Anthony come to visit her. With that thought she turned her back to the garden and pulled the sweater up over her head while she moved her hips in a suggestive way. The sweater drifted to the floor as she made a turn with her arms stretched wide. For a moment Ramona just stood there as if she really had an audience and she wanted to give the public time to admire her slim body, clad in the satin thong and a Orange satin and lace bra.
God, she never would have guessed she could get so wet from just taking off her clothes. The thong was already plastered against her pussy and she saw her nipples pushing through the lace of her bra. Ramona closed her eyes and let her hands move over her body, teasing herself by postponing to touch her breasts, skipping the wet thong altogether. Ramona moaned softly when she finally held her nipples between her fingers, pulling and pinching them she felt hot flashes travelling directly to her clit.
Ramona knew better than to touch her pussy right now. She'd come and the fun would be over, and she didn't want that, yet. With her eyes still closed she pushed the bra down and freed her firm breasts, savoring the touch of her fingers to the naked flesh. Ramona rolled the stiff pink nipples between her thumb and forefinger, tugging at them to make them bigger still. Ramona's mouth opened slightly as she licked her lips and she wished there was something at hand to provide friction for her pussy.
Ramona opened her eyes to look for something, but froze in shock. The moon had shifted a bit and right now she was standing in a patch of pale white light and to make matters even worse, she thought she detected movement in Anthony's house. The light in his study was out, but she was sure she saw the thin white curtains stir for a moment.
Ramona's hand flew to her mouth and then she darted out of the room, raced up the stairs and almost slammed her bedroom door shut.
After a while she felt her breathing regain some sort of normalcy and Ramona started to get ready for bed. The sexy mood was pushed to the back of her mind. Fantasies were all very nice, but she really had no intention of acting them out. Ramona blushed furiously at the thought of Anthony seeing her pleasuring herself. God, she could never look him in the face again. Ramona brushed her teeth and slid between the covers of the big empty bed. In a matter of seconds her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.
Ramona found herself walking along endless corridors, passing wide marble covered hallways and beautiful sunny gardens with delicate tinkling fountains. Ramona enjoyed the warm breeze and although she never saw other people, she knew for certain that she was in the palace of St. Nicholas. Some of the walls were covered with ancient tapestries and every now and then she saw antique furniture, fragile statues and colored Venetian glasses on carved wooden side tables.
On an impulse she entered one of the small, secluded gardens, lured there by the music of falling water and the scent of the many flowers. Ramona stepped out in the sunshine and was surprised to feel the warmth of the baked tiles beneath her feet. It was only then that she realized she was walking barefoot, clad in nothing but a red robe just like the one St. Nicholas always wore. Except that her robe was not made of velvet but of the sheerest gauze, clearly showing she wasn't wearing anything else.
Instead of feeling embarrassed, she detected a sense of excitement. There was nobody there to see her and the see-through robe made her feel very, very sexy. Ramona wished she could admire herself in a mirror and turning around she noticed a long slim panel of polished silver, tucked away in the arch opposite the one she came through. The garden was small and with a few steps she stood in the shadowed passage.
A soft 'ooh' escaped her lips when she saw her reflection. Her brown hair tumbled to her shoulders and her face was slightly flushed, enhancing her sparkling, golden brown eyes. But the real surprise was her body. It looked gorgeous in the red gauze that hid nothing but gave every curve a soft edge. Her image showed that her pink nipples were almost poking through the thin material and she became aware of the slowly building fire in her loins. Still looking in the mirror she lifted her hands and saw herself touching her breasts. Watching how she started to pleasure herself was turning her on even more. Pulling and pinching her nipples through the thin gauze made them stand out like little spikes and caused the fire between her legs to leap even higher. Ramona could feel the wetness starting to trickle down her legs and in curiosity she parted the robe and looked down. The short brown curls were damp and, in the mirror, she could see the pearly white liquid glistening on her legs.
Looking up again she saw the reflection of the gilded staff of Saint Nicholas leaning at the fountain in the middle of the garden. Turning her backside to the mirror she stepped out in the garden once more. The red robe fluttered in the light breeze since she had not taken the trouble to close it anew. All her attention was focused on that long wooden pole. Ramona planted the bottom firmly in the rich brown earth, taking care the staff had a nice angle so she could rub against it. Ramona no longer cared if there were people around or not. Ramona straddled the staff and pushed the robe aside. With one hand she held the golden pole in position and, as she started to slide her pussy up and down the smooth firm wood, her other hand found a now-bare nipple.
"Ooh, this feels good." Ramona threw her head back and closed her eyes, concentrating on the wonderful feelings travelling from her nipple to her cunt and back up. Her hips were gyrating in slow semi-circles, letting the staff slide over her clit and down between her lips. "Sooo fffucking gooood."
Ramona wished she had more hands, enough to hold the staff steady, manipulate both nipples and stroke her clit. As if on cue she felt a touch on her other breast and someone took a firm hold of the staff. Ramona opened lust-glazed eyes and smiled into the face of a Black Peter bending over her. Within seconds his face dissolved and became that of Anthony, his black eyes burning with desire.
"Yes", she whispered "ride me like your own white horse." A loud moan escaped her mouth when she felt his fingers touching her clit, softly circling the sensitive pearl and then exploring the moist folds between her legs. Ramona found his biceps, let her hands slide over his shoulders and down his chest, touching his hard nipples. Standing on tiptoe she could just reach his mouth and she started to lick his lips, begging him to fill her mouth with his tongue.
A St. Nicholas Surprise
"You want me, don't you?" Anthony's deep voice reverberated next to her lips. He kissed her, opening her mouth with his tongue, exploring the warm wet cavity and then plunging his tongue deep inside, causing her to thrust her hips against his hand. "My own white thoroughbred." His fingers kept stroking the entrance to her pussy, never entering her, making her squirm and moan ever harder.
Just when Ramona thought she couldn't stand it any longer, Anthony lowered her to her back and spread her legs. Kneeling between them he started kissing her all over. First her neck, then her breasts, giving lots of attention to her sensitive nipples, he sucked and licked till the pink tips felt like bursting. Ramona tried to capture the hard cock resting on her belly, but Anthony grabbed her wrists and held them above her head.
"Patience my beauty. There's no hurry. I want to taste your skin first. Feel the silk and the wetness between your legs." With that he bowed his head and started trailing kisses down her belly, one hand still holding her wrists and the other fondling her breasts.
By now Ramona was nearly sobbing. "Please Anthony, please fuck me. You're driving me crazy. I need to feel your cock. Please fuck me."
Anthony looked up and smiled to her flushed face, but he shook his head and without saying anything he took up kissing her once more. Finally his warm mouth reached her pussy and the soft brush of his tongue on her clit made her cry out again.
"Mmm, yes. Come for me Ramona ." He never stopped licking her as he shifted slightly and inserted first one, then two fingers.
Ramona could feel her muscles starting to contract within seconds. His fingers moving inside her cunt and his tongue bathing her clit made her feel so good. "God Anthony, you're making me so hot." Her hips started bucking and she clenched her cunt around his digits.
"Do it Ramona, explode on my fingers. I want you to come. You make me so fucking hot. Let me see how hot I can make you. Show me Ramona, show me."
Anthony's voice urged her on. His fingers worked in and out of her pussy in a maddening tempo, his dark eyes burning holes in her body.
Suddenly she arched her back, threw her hips up and froze like that for a few moments. The only movement was inside her cunt. Ramona cried his name and lowered her hips, bucking them against his hand, almost sucking his fingers further in.
Ramona opened her eyes and let her breath expel with a loud sigh. She started to say something, but Anthony pulled his fingers out of her still twitching pussy and placed his cock at the slick entrance. The look of that big, black cock at the point of entering her cream and pink flesh was intensely erotic.
"Yes Anthony, fuck me. I'm all open, waiting for you." Ramona opened her legs even wider and pulled her knees up to her chest, showing Anthony a beautiful dark pink entrance, glistening with moisture.
That gesture and the blazing black eyes intensified her feelings. The moment she felt his cock slide into her she sighed and closed her eyes in bliss. Ramona found that Anthony had released her wrists to lean on his arms as he pounded his cock in her. With both hands she grabbed his head and kissed him deeply. Opening her mouth and her pussy for him at the same time. His tempo increased and she could tell he was getting close. Still kissing him she started to move her hips to bring him over the edge. Ramona felt his balls slapping her ass and his pelvis stimulated her clit. They came almost simultaneously.
Exhausted she rolled on her side, looking at the beautiful black body lying next to her. Somehow they were no longer in the sunny garden. It looked more like her own bedroom and she smiled. Ramona rested her head on the broad chest, wrapped her arms around him and closed her eyes. "Thank you, Anthony", she murmured.
Reluctantly, Ramona opened her eyes, she had absolutely no wish to wake up from such a wonderful dream. God, it had been intense, and so real. At some point she could have sworn she even smelled him cumming, a hint of that special peppery scent. Ramona sure as hell had been coming; she was still wet between her legs and the bedcovers looked like there had been a war raging during the night. But reality was waiting for her. The girls had to get dressed, they needed breakfast and she had to walk them to school.
With an intense feeling of satisfaction she stretched and got up to make her way to the bathroom. Ramona stood in the shower with one ear open for the girls when she thought she heard a door slam. Ramona smiled and rinsed her hair. The neighbors were early for a change. My, my, life never ceased to amaze you. Wrapped in a thick soft towel she returned to the bedroom, her mind on the tasks still left to do before the kids could have their Happy Evening. Ramona dropped the towel and turned to get some clean underwear when she noticed the odd color on the small table on her side of the bed. Ramona still thought of her side, even though she had the whole bed to herself now. Frowning she walked over and snapped on the little reading light.
Her legs gave out and she collapsed on the bed. Sitting there on the table was a box, wrapped in black paper that was decorated with tiny white horses. It was a beautiful St. Nicholas gift and she had no idea where it came from. Ramona was almost afraid to touch it but in the end her curiosity won. Ramona picked up the box and unwrapped it carefully, not wanting to damage the peculiar paper. Ramona could not remember ever having seen paper like that before. Ramona knew she was stalling as she straightened the paper and folded it with care.
Ramona took a deep breath and looked at the oblong of wood, feeling the smooth finish with the fine grains barely visible in the white surface. Ramona lifted the lid and looked inside. The blood rushed to her face when she saw what was in it: a lifelike plaster cast of a cock, painted in a purple-black color. The small white card said: "The original is yours as well. Black Peter."
I like to thank my editor for helping me polish this story and thinking along with me. I hope you like our efforts. If you have something to praise or criticize, please send feedback.
by Ray Anthony Farmer FV2©
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Posted on : Dec 5, 2017
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