Message-ID: <27983asstr$977487004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Finsternis Ex" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2000 20:55:30 EST Subject: {ASSM} The Other Claus Part 1 (F-solo, FM, oral) X-Original-Subject: The Other Claus, Part 1 (F-solo, FM, oral) Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2000 07:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, RuiJorge This is my entry into the Solstice thingie of Celeste's. Of course, it is unfortunately incomplete. My girlfriend, T., is somewhat upset at that, since she wants to know how it ends. She,and you, will just have to wait. Three parts going up tonight Happy Yule, Finsternis Ex ================================ The Other Claus or Why Santa is So Jolly Part 1 by Finsternis Ex Jessica Kringle sighed as she sent her husband out, yet again, on the Christmas Trail. The reindeer, with their magical flight renewed, took to the skies, and pulled his burdened sleigh yet again. She sighed again, and turned to the chief elf, Lonnie, and told him, "Straighten things up a bit, and then send all the elves home. I'm going to take a bath, and get some rest, so we can be ready when he gets back." Lonnie nodded, and passed the word on, and a joyous cheer went out amongst the elves, and they began singing that "Holly Jolly" song, yet again. Jessica shook her head, and began to walk back to her chambers. She was tired. Twenty years now they had been together, her and Kris. Twenty years, they'd made this labor of love, and each year it was bigger and more complex. Their whole marriage was based on this, they lived in this frozen wasteland, far from anything worthwhile. Somehow, when she'd been a kid, and then a teacher in the city, she'd thought it would be better than this. Sure, she had the joy of knowing she cheered million's of kids every year, but it just wasn't enough anymore. She had to think about *her* needs. By the time she'd gotten back to the master bedroom, one of the ever-industrious elves had filled her tub with steamy water. Jessica slipped out of her clothes, leaving them lying in a puddle on the floor. She pulled her red hair back. It was even longer than when she and Kris had married -- it reached down to her ass now, but long streaks of grey belied her age. Worry lines had settled into her face, although she had to admit she still looked good. Her breasts had drooped some, but not as much as if she and Kris had ever had kids -- they hadn't. They had tried, but perhaps not as hard as they should have. The Work was all important and took a lot of their energy. Especially Kris' -- he worked late, he came home tired. He kept the pace up even in June and July, which should have been restful months for them both. Jessica tested the hot water with her hand -- it was perfect, of course. It was Christmas, and the magic was thick. She lowered herself into the tub, holding her hair out of the water. She sighed in pleasure as she slid into the steamy, salty water up to her neck. She could feel the tension coming out of her weary muscles, the stress leeching out into the warm water. Feeling relaxed for the first time in weeks, she felt her arousal growing. She and Kris never had sex between Thanksgiving and Christmas -- he, no they, were always too busy and tired. Usually, she had waited for him to come home, early the next morning, but tonight she couldn't wait. Her fingers slid to her sex, and began massaging it, rubbing it. She slid her lips apart, and slid her first two fingers between them. She sighed as she touched her clit, running small circles around it, moving faster and faster, increasing her pleasure, and sloshing the bathwater about. Finally, she came, stiffen ing and clenching tightly, and she felt her juices flow over her fingers and into the bathwater. "Oh, oh oh oh oh..." she exclaimed, the tension and stress completely drained out of her. Afterwards, she lifted her fingers to her lips, smelling her own juices intermingled with the scented salts. She caught herself in the mirror and smiled at how slutty it looked, her fingers at her nose, having just come in the bath. She laughed, and thought, "Not as slutty as I could be!" and slid a finger in her mouth, tasting her cum. Amazed, she watched as the years fell off her face, her lines and wrinkles fading, her sagging breasts, firm and youthful -- and her hair, lustrous and vibrant red. And for the first time in years, full of energy and excitement. "Wait till Kris comes home!" she laughed, "and gets a load of *this* Christmas Miracle!" Jessica got out of the tub, and dried her youthful form off, taking a moment to take the full measure of herself. She looked like she had 20 years ago, but with longer, fuller hair. Her form hadn't reverted -- she had grown young. And now she was aroused. Earlier, she had just been in need of an orgasm, but now she was actively horny. "Must be the youth," she said to herself and went into her bedroom. She slid into her bed, and relaxed in comfort. It wasn't long before she was masturbating again. After she came, she finally slid into sleep. The elves woke her when they saw Santa's sleigh on the way in. She pulled on a red terrycloth robe (with white fur trim) and walked down to the main entrance. Jessica Claus watched as the flying reindeer pulled the sleigh into the main room. Her husband looked exhausted -- his beard was almost white, his hair speckled with grey. He'd picked up quite a paunch in the past few years -- all from working too hard with no play. "Hello, Honey!" she called out to him. He turned and waved to her, and then looked at her again, startled to alertness. "Jessie?" he said, uncertain. "Isn't it wonderful?" she asked, laughing. "Something I plan on repeating for you." He laughed his deep chuckle, and climbed out of the sleigh. "OK, dear, tell me the secret." "Come with me into the bedroom, my love," she said. "Ho ho ho," he chuckled, "How can I refuse that, my love?" She smiled up at her husband, whose crushed red velvet suit was covered in soot and dirt. His face, the only uncovered part of him, was also black and grimy. "But first," she said, "A bath." She led him into the bath, and drew him a hot bath, using the same bath salts that she had used earlier. Then she started to undress him. First his boots, then his gloves. When the gloves came off, Kris slid his calloused hands inside her robe, and began to play with her nipples. "Kris.." she said, scoldingly. "First things first!" He chuckled again, with that deep throated laugh of his, and she smiled. He pulled off his pants, and she helped him out of the large velvet jacket, throwing them on top of the gloves and boots. The elves would take them away to be cleaned -- there was no rush, he wouldn't need them for another year, after all. Then she got him out of his long johns, socks, and he stood before her naked, in all his glory. Jessica ran her fingers through his salt-and-pepper chest, and down over his large belly, tracing the line of hair from his chest to his crotch. Then she slipped her hand down to his cock, and grasped it firmly in her hands. Santa let out sigh then, and smiled at her, showing his dimpled cheeks. "I knew you weren't *too* tired," she said. He laughed again, and lowered himself into the bath. She sat down beside him, and he looked at her, as he relaxed into the bath. "Jessie..." he said, brushing on of her crimson locks back, behind her ear. "What happened? How ... ?" "I'm not sure, " she said. "But here is what happened..." She told him the story of coming in her and taking a bath, then masturbating, and tasting her come. And how, as she had watched, she had lost years of aging. "I think it's something magical," she said, "like the corn the reindeer use to fly, or what the winter wizard did. Somehow a mix of the water, the salt, and my juices, made me lose my age. And I want to try it with you." "I'm for that," Kris said, his eyes twinkling. "Come here my love, straddle the tub, and we'll see if I can't get a taste of you." Jessica giggled to herself, and let her robe drop to the floor. She leaned forward and gave her husband a kiss, sliding her tongue between his lips. His tongue met hers, and his hand slid down to her breasts, caressing them. She sighed, and broke the kiss. "OK, old man, I'll give you what you want." He laughed, "Not old much longer, I hope!" Smiling, she climbed onto the edge of the tub, straddling the sides, as best she could. She leaned back, supporting herself with her hands, and inched forward, until her pussy was pressing up against Kris's beard. Then she lowered herself -- just a bit, into the warm water, so that her cunt was half in, and half out of the water. "Eat me, Kris. You gave all those kids presents, give me mine!" "Were you a good girl this year?" Santa teased. "Oh, very very good. And I'll be better this year, Santa Baby." At that, Santa Clause lowered his lips to his wife's pussy, and began licking. He had no choice but to lick a little under the water, which was Jessica's whole idea. She shuddered as his tongue went from her hole to her clit, and sighed happily. Maybe another side effect of the magic was that she was even more sensitive? "That," she thought to herself, "would be wonderful". She moaned in pleasure, as she felt her husband's gifted tongue slide up and down her pussy lips, until it finally settled on her clit, flicking back and forth. She ground her cunt into his face, feeling the bristles of his beard against her, driving her even higher. "It wouldn't be long now," she thought to herself as she grabbed the sides of the tub, and arched her back. "That's it baby!" she said, feeling the wave come over her, "Get some water, too!" she gasped, as it hit, and she held her breath, as the orgasm rocked through her. Afterwards, she fought to maintain her balance, and glanced down at her husband. "Well?" he asked. "Did it work?" "No," she said. "It didn't." "Hmmm..." he said. "Maybe it's not *your* come after all." "Well then, what? It worked for me." "Maybe it has to be mine." "Ok, then, I can help with that!" she said. She climbed back out of the tub, and leaned over the side. "Lift up a bit, so that it's out of the water," she said. She put one hand around the base of Santa's cock, and lowered her lips over the head, and down. He began to sigh, and she quickened the pace, moving her hand to his balls, and then taking his full shaft into her mouth. Because he wasn't fully out of the water, it meant that her head had to go down into the water for a moment, but that just added to his excitement, it seemed. "Of course," she thought to herself," that might also be required by the magic. It had been a long time since she'd gone down on him. It had been almost as long since he'd had time to do the same for her. If nothing else, this gift of youth seemed to have helped a bit out with the two of them. Because it had been so long, and because -- she had to admit -- she was good at giving head, her husband didn't last too long. He spurted into her mouth, and she took every last drop, squeezing it out of his cock. Then she dipped her mouth into the tub, taking in just a bit of the salty water. "Kiss me," Kris said to her, and she moved to oblige, opening her mouth, sliding her tongue out to meet his and his come, and the water, and her saliva, mixed in between their mouths. The whole thing turned her own, and she groaned into the kiss. He broke it and looked into the mirror. It hadn't worked. "I guess it's a mystery," he said. "Maybe we can figure it out, but right now, I'm going to take you to bed, and make mad passionate love to you." "Oh, yes, Kris. Take me to bed and fuck me!" And he did. ============= You liked this? Man, you are sick, I like that about you. 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