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{ASSM} "Christmas Creampie" (MFM) by Creampie Eater
(C)2000 Creampie Eater, all rights reserved. No posting without prior
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DISCLAIMER:
This is a story about sex between consenting adults. If you are not an
adult, you cannot consent, even to read this story. Therefore, read
something else. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that are
not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, you know it. Even
so, caveat lector.

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Christmas Creampie
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"So, Gringald, what are the implications of this?"  The fat man in the red
fur suit tapped the letter impatiently.

Gringald pushed his glasses up on his long green nose and scratched his
pointy ears before replying.  "You know, this request is not unprecedented. 
However, since these are very litigious times, I've asked Smarmsworth to
review it as well.  He is chief council for that region."  Gringald picked
up the remote and flipped on the videoconferencing system.  "Smarmsworth,
are you there?"

The picture of Smarmsworth, an elderly and distinguished-looking Elf, came
into sharper focus as the digital set warmed up.  "Yes, I am here.  I have
reviewed the letter in question, and I don't think there is any legal reason
not to give the gift requested."  He peered into the camera, as if trying to
see better.  "What I want to know is why a 23 year old woman would be
sending this kind of letter, anyways.  Most people her age are too cynical
to send a Letter to Santa, let alone expect such a request to be granted."

"Ho, ho, ho," Santa chuckled merrily.  "I checked my list, twice, and I
remembered this woman.  When she was three, she begged me to send her a
daddy.  I helped in a small way," he continued with his normal fake modesty,
"and she has always believed in me since.  She has sent a letter every
year."

Gringald cut off Smarmsworth as he started to followup.  "So, you don't
think it is a trap?"

"No, I don't.  I think the letter is honest, and her request is real."

"How confident are you?" asked Smarmsworth.

"Very," replied Santa.

Smarmsworth looked at Gringald and Santa.  "If you are confident, it is my
opinion that you are in the clear legally.  She sent a letter, signed it,
and the letter is postmarked.  She is of legal age, and I don't think she is
mentally incapacitated."  He let out a long sigh, as lawyers do when they
fear for their clients but the client is too hard-headed to be reasonable. 
"I leave it to you Santa."

"OK, thanks Smarmsworth.  Bye," Gringald said, closing the connection.  "As
your chief advisor, I know it is impossible to dissuade you from something
you feel is in a believer's best interest.  But I also will advise you to
take a careful look around when you arrive and if you smell a trap..."

Santa held up a pudgy hand.  "Thanks, old friend.  I'll take your advice,
like I always do."  That comment earned St. Nick a derisive snort.


** Two weeks later, on Christmas Eve **

Clem groaned as Elena squeezed his cock while licking his balls.  He had
been hard for at least an hour, exquisitely tortured by his new bride.  She
had convinced him to let her tie him spread-eagle on the bed, and then had
used her sexual powers to drive him close to insanity.  Whenever he was
close to orgasm, she denied him the release, even while climbing onto his
face to make him bring her to orgasm.  Clem loved eating pussy, and eating
pussy made him even more excited, which didn't help matters.

"Honey," he moaned, "please be reasonable!"

She stopped touching him, but sucked at his sack.  "I am being reasonable,
you twit.  He does exist, and when you believe it I'll let you cum."

"OK, I believe," Clem said quickly.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"  She smiled, "don't even try to kid me.  You'll do about
anything to cum."  She sucked again, then licked up his quivering shaft,
earning another groan from him.

"Damn, honey," he moaned, "I'll do anything.  I'll even do that creampie
eating thing you want me to try... please?"

Again she laughed.  "Yes, you will eat my creamy pie, but you'll do that
regardless tonite."  She enjoyed torturing him a little.  The past weekend,
he had tied her up.  She had been the one begging, to no avail.  She had
deep throated him and swallowed three huge loads, and in return he had left
a vibrator buzzing just out of reach of her pussy while he watched the end
of the football game.  She had soaked the bed in her need to cum.  True, in
the end she had enjoyed an orgasm that made her scream and black out, but it
was also true that paybacks are hell.

She kissed him deeply, leaving them both breathless.  "Just wait, sweetie,
you'll believe for real soon enough."

Almost on cue, Elena and Clem heard the sound of sleigh bells then a soft
bump on the roof.  The master bedroom had a fireplace, one of the amenities
that had made them decide on the house, and they both turned to stare at it.
With a brief starry shimmer, Santa appeared.

Clem's eyes popped in disbelief.  The guy was standing there, looking just
like the pictures you see in kid books.  He was clad in red fur, but it
appeared his boots were made of some high-tech material, black Gore-Tex
perhaps.  He was fat, and his cheeks were red, probably explained by being a
fat guy in a heavy fur suit.  His nose was red, and his eyes had a glazed
look; he was perhaps a little intoxicated.  But he was Santa alright, no
getting around that.

Santa looked around the room, then pulled his pipe out of his mouth and
looked at a tiny digital display on the stem.  These days, his pipe was
mainly for show but it was also an electronic surveillance detector.  It now
showed no electronic transmissions and none of the telltale signals given
off by unshielded video cameras.  He relaxed then, now sure it wasn't a
trap.

"Ho ho ho!" he laughed merrily, as well he might.  He was about to get his
dick wet.

"Oh, Santa!" Elena squealed, bouncing off the bed and flinging her arms
around the jolly old elf.

"Hello Elena," Santa replied, squeezing her tightly in return, running his
lecherous hands up and down her nude back.  "You have been a very good girl
this year."

She stepped back, smiling delightedly.  "Does that mean I get my gift?"

"Are you sure you want it?"  he asked.  Elena nodded happily.  "And, are you
sure you won't get pregnant?"

"Oh, Santa, I'm wearing my diaphragm," she laughed.

"Then yes, my child, you'll get yours."

Clem kept staring, still unable to believe his own eyes.  Elena had told him
she believed in the fairy tale of Santa Claus, and he had laughed her off. 
He had listened to her story about how she had prayed for a daddy to replace
the one who just walked away from her mom and her.  When prayers didn't
work, she had sent a letter to Santa, full of the faith in him that children
have, and to her mind Santa had given her the man she still called Daddy. 
Her Dad had come to them on Christmas Day, to fix their heater when it broke
down and no one else would come.  He and her mother had fallen in love at
once, and he became the father he didn't have to be.  Later, he explained
that he had that day felt something urging him to go.  Elena believed it was
the power of Santa Claus, and nothing Clem said shook her belief in him. 
Now the joke was on him, because Santa was being kissed passionately by his
bride of three months.

Clem looked over at the clock, trying to find some reality in the moment. 
It was 1:12 in the morning, Christmas morning.  He blinked, shook his head,
and turned to look back at Santa and Elena.  Santa pushed her away a little
bit, and made a vague movement with his hand.  Clem thought the room
shimmered a little bit, but after a blink he decided it was his imagination.

Elena resumed the kiss, feeling herself becoming more aroused.  Santa was a
pretty good kisser, exciting her with his brandy-flavored tongue.  Soon, her
cheeks were as flushed as Santa's.  She stepped a bit back, and unfastened
his belt, letting it hit the floor with a heavy clunk.  She kissed him
again, his beard tickling her, and unbuttoned his red fur jacket.  It was
strange, wonderful, to be undressing him, and she even found the rush of
sweaty hot air that escaped as his coat was removed to be arousing.  Santa
was a man, and he was sweating like a man, and his scent caught in some
sexual receptor and made her feel as hot as he was.

Santa was wearing a thermal undershirt under his coat.  Watching her
reaction, he removed the sweat-soaked apparel.  Elena reached out to stroke
her fingers through his curly gray chest hairs, then spread her palms out to
caress his nipples.  Santa let out a groan as she licked and sucked and
rubbed his nipples between her teeth.  Santa had met a lot of hotties over
the centuries, but this one would be special he thought.  He unbuttoned his
pants, letting his red trousers fall over his $1000 boots (custom made in
California).

Clem thought he would be sick.  He worked out four days a week, keeping his
body toned.  He was rightly proud of the six-pack abs he had.  Seeing his
wife so turned on by the sweaty fat guy was repulsive.  He had dreams, like
other men, of watching his wife getting fucked by another guy.  But this?  A
disgusting slob with a ponderous belly that shook like jelly?  A guy who was
wheezing because he was so overweight, and smoked a pipe?  Ick!  He saw his
wife drop happily to her knees, and pull down Santa's size-60 underwear.  He
now wished Santa was only a fairy tale.

Elena was a bit disappointed in Santa's cock.  It was long but skinny,
shriveled and not at all erect.  She shrugged, thinking that sexual
dysfunction should be expected from a thousand-year-old guy.  She flipped up
his prick, and put it in her mouth.  She didn't really expect the stale
taste of his dick.  Dysfunction was one thing, after all, but lack of
hygiene was another.

"Suck it like a candy-cane," Santa murmured hotly.  He looked down at the
shapely, nubile young thing swallowing his dick.  She was very pretty, he
decided, and she was showing herself capable of helping an old man.  With a
smile that made his mouth curl like a bow, he felt himself begin to stiffen.

"You like that?" she laughed, pleased that he was getting hard in her mouth.
"You want to get it up so you can fuck me?"  She liked talking dirty,
especially as she sucked cock.

"Ho ho ho," he agreed.  He put his hands on his cellulite-bumped ass, and
rocked his dick in and out of her worshipping mouth.  He was surprised she
could take it all when he was fully erect, because most girls he had been
with gagged at about 8 inches.  It had been a long time since his string
bean had become the broomstick it was capable of becoming.  Maybe, he
thought, he'd break down and consort with a few of those elfin ladies who
were always throwing themselves at him.  At a few hundred years old, they
were getting ripe for the pickin'.

Elena couldn't believe the size of his dick.  Initially a pencil, it was now
massive, as big around as her wrist, and probably 10" long.  If it weren't
for Clem making her deepthroat him so much last weekend, she'd have choked
on it.  As it was, she loved the fullness in her throat, and the feeling of
his furry sweaty balls slapping her chin as he sank in deep.  But the
cocksucking was making her hungry for more.  As nice as this big fat dick
was in her mouth, it had to feel fantastic in her soaking wet pussy.

She pulled back, letting his prick fall wetly out of her mouth.  "Santa,
fuck me now.  Fuck me like I asked in my letter, 'K?"

"OK," Santa agreed with a leer.  He was ready to pound this nymph's pussy,
hard and long.  "Get on the bed and spread those sexy legs of yours."

Elena climbed up while Santa popped the fasteners on his boots, removed
them, and kicked out of his pants.  She kissed Clem, whispering that he was
the one who suggested she fuck other guys, "and, oh yeah, Merry Christmas
honey!"  She laid across the bed, her head and shoulders on Clem's strong
stomach.  She spread her legs lewdly, and reached down to pull her pussy
open to Santa's view.

Santa looked at her pussy, which was beautiful. I was positively enflamed,
and dripping her syrup.  Before he fucked her, he wanted just a small taste,
so he knelt and pressed his cherubic face into her crotch.  He felt her
shake in excitement as he tongued her.  His tongue dipped into her flowing
hole, circling it.  She tasted delicious, he decided.

For all his generosity, though, Santa did have a selfish side.  He preferred
to fuck his lovers to eating them, depending on his huge cock to make them
cum.  Most did, but those that didn't Santa left to fend for themselves.  It
was an Old World attitude, but it had served Santa for generations.  He had
wanted to taste the girl he was about to fuck, but he wasn't about to eat
her properly.

He stood, and took his meat in his hand, and pressed the head into her
opening.  He listened to her gasp, which always made St. Nick smile.  He
loved listening to them get used to his prick.  He loved the tightness of a
new pussy, as it gripped him harder than the stretched pussy he'd leave them
with.  He listened to her moan in excitement, dread, and pain as he pushed
deeper into her.  He felt himself bottom out, an inch of his cock left
unsheathed, and held there.

Most guys would have started with small strokes until his lover was able to
enjoy his size, but not Santa.  He loved fucking, and loved nice full
strokes.  Sometimes, he got sick of always being jolly and considerate, and
just needed to be selfish.  This was one of those times, so he pulled his
cock all the way out, then pressed it back in.  He would fuck her slow, but
they would be full strokes to alternately make her feel full and empty.

Elena couldn't believe the sensation.  Yes, it hurt a little, but more than
that it was building in pleasure.  Her entire vagina was being rubbed, and
her clit too.  She was being totally fucked, and fucked totally well, by
Santa!  She could feel Santa's fat dickhead massaging her g-spot, and felt
her orgasm beginning.  All the better that she could feel Clem's buff and
sweaty body as she was rocked by Santa's increasingly hard strokes.  She
turned her head to see Clem's  face, and saw a yearning look mingled with
lust.  She gripped his face and kissed him as Santa picked up steam.

Santa looked down to watch his cock sliding in and out of Elena.  Her
wetness had increased, and now her pussy looked like it was spewing froth. 
He reached down and pressed his thumb on her erect clit, pushing it against
his shaft.  She had a large clit, and she shook with each plunging stroke. 
He saw Elena break the kiss with her boyfriend, tip her head back and cry
out.  At the same time, he felt her pussy begin to convulse as she came on
his cock.

Clem was very conflicted.  On the one hand, he'd dreamt of Elena being
fucked by a guy.  He even thought about her cumming hard on the guy's dick. 
Now that it was happening, he felt jealous, aroused, and nauseous, all at
the same time.  Elena wasn't just orgasming, she was having an extended
orgasm unlike any she'd had with him.  He could not see much, but he saw her
begin to sweat as her body continued to convulse.  She was glorious, with
her cheeks red and her nipples hard, her mouth croaking out sobs of
pleasure.  But dammit, why couldn't it be him making her like this, and not
fucking Santa?  Poor Clem was getting two hard realities this night: Santa
wasn't a myth, and swinging was an emotional test of their relationship and
especially himself.

Santa slowed his pumping to a stop, knowing that Elena might soon collapse
under the stress of continuous orgasms.  He pulled out, seeing the flood of
pent up juices drip out and onto the floor.  Her stretched cunt was wide
open, lewdly showing her bright pink insides.  He helped her roll over, so
that she was face down on the bed with her feet on the floor.  He paused a
moment, letting her gulp enough air to recover somewhat.  Then, the nasty
fat guy put his dick back to her entrance and plowed in.

Clem saw her eyes pop as she was filled up again.  She looked over at him,
and gave him a sexy, contented smile.  "Damn, I love you," she said, even as
another guy was using her pussy.  She moved over so that she could kiss him,
and Clem could feel the love she was feeling for him telegraphed through the
kiss.  He was somewhat cheered by the kiss, even though it was cut short by
Santa.

Santa loved this position, because he could focus on his pleasure.  One way
he did that was by grabbing Elena's shoulder length sandy hair, and pulling
her back as he thrust.  She began making loud grunting noises at the
physical sensation of his forceful full thrusts.  Santa thought about the
nasty comments he couldn't utter because of his role, like "take it bitch,"
or "you are one sweet fuck".  He couldn't say them because he was Santa
Claus, but he sure thought them.

Sexual pleasure is mostly mental, and the unsaid comments contributed to
Santa's rise to orgasm.  He thought about what she was intending to do after
he came (she wrote it in her letter, after all), and that took him over the
top.  He started to pant, and Elena thought she felt him swell.  Then,
squirt after pleasurable squirt of semen poured out of him and into her
canal.  He loved cumming hard, and this was a nice hard orgasm.

After his last weak squirt, Santa staggered back.  He was almost exhausted. 
Christmas Eve was tiring enough without fucking a woman like Elena.  "Merry
Christmas," he managed to mutter.  "I hope you enjoy your present."

Elena smiled. "Oh, I will," she said.

Clem saw that she was smiling at him, not Santa.  He was shocked when she
climbed up on the bed.  She had a very wicked smile as she lowered her
cum-filled gash onto his neglected erection.  He couldn't really feel her,
per se, as much as the gooey liquid of Santa's ejaculation.  "Jesus!" he
exclaimed.

"Merry Christmas, honey," she said.  "Add your cum to Santa's and then
you'll give me my present."

"You don't mean?!"

"MMMMmmmmm, yes.  Getting fucked by Santa was my gift to you.  Now, eating
his cum is your gift to me."

Despite the vague feelings of nausea he felt at the thought of eating a
creampie, and someone else's at that, Clem could only focus on the pleasure
of fucking his wife's sloppy pussy.  It was like fucking pudding, he
thought, right before he came.

Elena had primed Clem all night for this.  He was past ready to orgasm, and
when she let him have "sloppy seconds, " his mind fuck was completed as
well.  She couldn't really feel him cumming... she was too stretched and
filled with cum already.  But she could read his face like a book.  He got a
blank look of utter pleasure, and his mouth made those weird "ungh ungh"
sounds as he added his many shots to the sperm already inside her.

He had just begun to shrink when she pulled off his dick, and turned around
to face his feet.  His glazed over eyes missed the glorious spectacle of her
pussy yawing open, her creampie already beginning to drip out.  She rubbed
her gooey draining cunt all over his face for a minute, smearing it on,
before he even really knew what was happening.  She smiled contentedly and
watched Santa getting dressed as Clem began to eat the mess from her.  Her
marriage had just taken a big step forward, and she knew she'd enjoy having
her creampie eaten for years to cum.

"Well, Elena, I have other presents to deliver," Santa said with a
mischievous twinkle in his eyes. 

"I know... and thanks Santa for my gift."  She paused, listening to her
husband moaning softly as he got into it.  "You know, you can come back
later tonight.  This is a special day, you know."

Santa laughed merrily.  "I might, but it takes time for this old dick to
recover."  He waved his hands again, removing the magic he'd invoked.  He
looked at the clock, which still said 1:12.  Part of Santa's magic, the
important part, is that he could suspend time as needed to complete the
delivery of his presents in a single night.  He'd temporarily included Clem
and Elena in the time warp, so that the entire sexual event had taken almost
no time in the real world.

"Merry Christmas, Santa", Elena sighed as she felt another orgasm rising. 
If Clem kept hitting her clit just right, she'd come all over his face and
drown him in a gush of creampie.  It was a happy thought.

"Merry Christmas, Elena," he replied cheerfully as he saw her reach down and
take Clem's cum-covered cock into her mouth.  He put his finger alongside
his nose, and popped back to his sleigh.  He laughed merrily, knowing he
would return.  He figured that with the time warping he could do, he might
be ready to fuck that sweet girl again by 1:30!

****

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