“But how am I to explain myself to your Granny?” Henry asked.
“She’s very short-sighted,” Maizie said, “and deaf. Here, throw my red cloak over your shoulders, and speak in a high-pitched voice. She’ll never know the difference.”
Henry shrugged and hefted the heavy pack of food onto his back, and picked up the basket. Maizie threw the cloak over him, and watched as he trudged into the forest.
Of Henry’s trip through the dark forest, the less said the better. The cloak hung in tatters from the claws of a bear (whether the same or another, Henry didn’t stop to investigate), his right leg was black and blue from a wild boar and the spider bites on his head itched terribly. But what else could you really expect from a dark and forbidding forest?
Henry limped into the clearing. The small cottage where Maizie’s granny lived had a thin stream of smoke coming from the chimney. Taking off his pack and putting down the basket, Henry draped the remnants of the red cloak over his shoulders. “Here goes nothing,” he muttered, and carried the heavy pack and basket to the door and knocked.
“Come in,” called out a raspy voice. Henry pushed open the door and ducked into a dark, somewhat smoky and very warm room. He peered through the dusky light, and as his eyes adjusted, they landed on the woman in the bed. “Who is there?” she asked.
“It’s Maizie,” stammered Henry in a falsetto voice, flustered by the unexpected sight in front of him, “um, Granny.”
“Where is your father, my dear girl?” the woman answered.
“Oh, he couldn’t come,” said Henry.
“Never had that problem with me,” chuckled the woman. “Come closer and give your Granny a hug.”
Henry walked over to the bed. “My, what big, um, hands you have,” he squeaked as Granny wrapped her arms around him and grabbed his butt cheeks hard with both hands.
“The better to squeeze you with my dear,” Granny chortled. Henry broke away and stared at her. She laughed, and in one fluid motion, pulled off her nightgown.
“Holy mother of god, what big breasts you have,” gasped Henry.
“The better for you to squeeze, my dear,” cackled the old woman, pulling down the covers to reveal her very hairy womanly parts.
“Christ on a stick, what a big…”
“Hush, child,” remonstrated the woman. “Don’t you know it is impolite to comment on a woman’s twat? Now, open that basket of yours. If your father isn’t here, you’re going to have to do.” With that, she rolled over, got up on her knees and positioned her large, but luscious ass in the air. “C’mon, honey, Nursie’s been waiting for you.”
Henry stared at her. Though he’d never have believed it possible, he realized that this was a genuine G.I.L.F. He scrabbled with the catch to the basket, and opened it to find a large, black stiff object that looked dreadfully like the large, red stiff object he was currently sporting in his trousers. It had straps, and he realized with awe that it must be something a woman put on so she could simulate being a man.
He dropped it, and looked over at the G.I.L.F. “I don’t need that,” he muttered, and dropped his drawers on the floor. Climbing up on the bed, he aimed his raging, throbbing erection at Nursie’s cunt, though that is like saying you are aimed at the side of a barn. “I… I’ve got a confession to make,” he said, reaching forward and grasping at her sides. “I’m not really Maizie, and this…” he paused to thrust deep inside her, “is not whatever that thing is that was in the basket.”
“Oh, god,” Nursie cried. “Harder, boy, harder. You didn’t hurt my little Maizie, did you?” she said, stopping her backward thrusts for a moment.
“No, I’m here as a favor to her,” Henry grunted, thrusting forward.
“Damn good favor. I hope you gave her some of this first,” Nursie growled, pushing back so that his balls smacked against her rear.
“You bet I did,” Henry said, reaching around her and grabbing great handfuls of her massive breasts.
“Good,” moaned Nursie, “now shut up and fuck me.”
Henry complied. And complied. And after they both came up for air and a brief meal, he complied again, though this time he skipped the large barn door and took the rear entrance. Nursie moaned and writhed and came explosively. “Damn, boy,” she said as she flopped on the bed afterwards, letting Henry suckle on her while she recovered, “you need to do Maizie favors more often.”
Before Henry could answer (not that he would have, because he was quite busy sucking on her breasts), a loud knock came at the door. Both Henry and Nursie stared at the door, but were too startled to answer it. In a moment, it swung open, and in came a jolly man with a white beard. Halfway through the door, he was already slipping his red suit coat off, but when he saw the two of them he stopped.
“Nursie?” he said in a hurt voice. “Who the fuck is that?”
“Santa!” gasped Nursie.
“Santa?” gasped Henry.
“Damn straight, kid, and you’re lying in my place,” answered Santa. “God damn it, I go around giving gifts all over the world to you ungrateful little shits, and when I’m done and need a little naughty time, I find you fucking my G.I.L.F.”
Nursie looked confused. “Wait, what’s a G.I.L.F.?” she asked.
“A Granny I’d Like to Fuck”, answered both Henry and Santa simultaneously.
“Well, then,” Nursie said with a gleam in her eyes, “there’s plenty of Granny to share. But Santa, hurry, as it’s almost dark.”
Santa looked out to see the moon just starting to peek over the edge of the dark forest. “C’mon, kid, hurry.” He rushed out the door, and returned a moment later carrying straps and ropes, several of which he threw toward Henry. “Hang on, kid, you’re not going to believe what happens next. Start tying.”
Henry stared at Santa, and then looked back toward Granny, but what he saw caused him to drop the tangle of ropes. Before his eyes, Granny was growing hair, lots of hair. After a second, Henry grabbed the ropes, bounded over and followed Santa’s lead, frantically tying down Granny while she transformed into a wild wolf-woman with bared teeth and claws, but a body so fascinating and erotic that his erection grew even as he sweated and pulled on the ropes trying to tie her securely.
When the wolf-Granny-Nursie was tied to the bed, Santa stepped back. The beast roared and growled, but the look in its eyes was one of burning lust rather than rage.
“What happened to her?” Henry asked Santa.
Santa laughed, though it was a wilder laugh than he ever gave for the little kiddies. “She does this every month, and if she isn’t tied down, she’d probably kill us, but what she wants, she wants badly, and we’re going to give her.”
“But who, what is she?”
Santa looked at him and smirked. Pushing his suspenders off his shoulders, he stepped out of the rest of his suit. Henry stared at his massive, growing joystick, and made a mental note to make sure that Maizie never got onto Santa’s naughty list.
“You’re in for the ride of your life, kid. Now, get yourself ready, because this here is the Big Bad W.I.L.F., and she’s ready for her presents!”
Christmas Eve by Leanna Harrow
I have news for you, boys: there are horny women out there. There are women walking the streets, in bookstore aisles, riding trains, who are practically crying inside because they want it so bad. Either that, or I’m the only one. But I would put money on the fact that I am not the only one. Especially given what Jason has told me. It’s because of Jason that I don’t have to prowl those aisles, those trains, anymore.
“Eve, are you ready to go?” Christian asked his girlfriend of two years.
“Almost” she replied from the bathroom. Christian walked in and looked at her. Her five feet eleven inch tall,
