A Visit From St Dick

A Visit From Saint Dick

copyright 2001 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009



A Brief History of the Elvish Race

As the human tribes grew more numerous with each passing winter, the
elves were forced to retreat from their homelands settling eventually on Eire. The Emerald island was already settled by an ugly misshapen people known as firbolgs which they easily conquered and enslaved. Known as the
Tuatha de Dannan, the elves were a tall, fair, and amorous race.

Eventually, mankind came to Eire and for a time the elves whose females
were always few in number, enjoyed having human women to play with, but
in time the human males learned to make weapons of iron which gave great
pain to the elves and they fled North.

Even fiercer men with iron weapons inhabited the lands of Scandia and
the proud elves were reduced to living in caves mating with their
firbolg slaves until the proud race was reduced in stature and beauty.
There the North men took to calling the elves, trolls and they were
shunned until the randy nature of the elves forced the humans to hunt
them down to protect their women. Klaus, the last Elven king went before
the North men's god, Wotan and groveled that his people be spared. Wotan
declared that a were guild tribute be paid for eternity to the children
of his warriors killed in battle by the elves and ordered them to leave
only returning yearly with the tribute.    

Klaus enchanted a herd of reindeer to carry his wife and the survivors
of his people far to the North beyond the land of the Laps and they live
there to this day toiling endlessly making gifts for the children of the
North men who became a great seafaring people spreading their seed far
and wide across the Earth.

Wotan was known as Saturn by a Southern people and the tribute fell on
his day Saturnalia. Even when the old god's died the tribute continued
Saturnalia becoming known as Christ's Mass for the son of the new god.
The early Christians were both better and worse then their predecessors.
They condemned followers who didn't obey their commandments and Klaus'
burden fell on only those who were decent so he began keeping a list.
However, the Christians also feared the red cloaked figure calling him a
devil, Satan, ol' Nick, or Satan Nick, but as they began to celebrate
Christ's birthday on Saturnalia, and given the fact that Klaus always
brought gifts to the children, Klaus became a Saint or Santa Claus.

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A black gloved hand with fur trimming reached out and grabbed the
picture over the fireplace. The picture showed the man and woman of the
house on a beach somewhere celebrating their honeymoon. It was the
woman's bikini clad figure that drew Santa's attention. She had a
beautiful innocence about her that stirred the old elf's loins. Long,
straight, black hair framed a face with full lips and bright green eyes.
Her hair fell to the tips of full, up thrust breasts. Her thin waist
tapered past a flat, sexy belly, flaring out at her hips. The picture
was about ten years old and if the woman had kept this body after having
her two brats, Santa decided she would be the one.

Not even a mouse was stirring as Santa moved through the house. The
Elven King possessed the ability to freeze time or more accurately move
his own body and anything he touched outside the normal flow of time,
this was how he and some helpers accomplished delivering the Christmas
tribute in one night.

Though still bitter at the tribute after two thousand years, Santa
Always looked forward to leaving the bitch behind on Christmas night and
getting some young pussy.

He passed the brat's room, groaning at the visions of Harry Potter toys
dancing in their heads. Let the parents buy that crap, if he listened to
all the Harry Potter requests, he'd have to build an entire factory just
for that. Every damn year it was something else, pokemon, beanie
babies....crap.

He arrived in the parents room and pulled back the covers of their bed.
His cock stirred when he saw the woman laying on her side clad in only
blue panties and a white tank top. She had kept her trim figure, but it
had actually gotten better. Having two children had fattened up her
breasts and her ass was a perfect white globe. He ran his gloved hand
across her ass, squeezing it, impressed by it's firmness. Yes, this
human would do nicely.

The male slept nude on his back, he had developed a paunch since the
picture. His penis was a typical human half-cock and it was erect as he
dreamed about his wife. Time frozen dreams were hard to read, but Santa
could sense hers were erotic too and not about her husband.

Santa left them four special presents under the tree as he returned to
his sleigh.

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"Mommy, daddy, Santa's been here," screamed Amy, throwing herself on the
bed.

Sheila and Jim smiled at each other and climbed out of bed, throwing
some robes on. Amy pulled them downstairs where Jimmy was waiting. Their
son was sitting near the bottom of the stairs with his arms wrapped
around his knees staring in awe at the presents under the tree.

Later, Jim aimed his new Polaroid camera at the kids playing with their
Harry Potter figures. "Glad you like it," said Sheila watching the
pictures come into focus.

"I love it," said Jim, "and I'm gonna love seeing you in your present."

"Later dear." Her husband had given her some lingerie so skimpy it had
made her blush. Sheila wondered if the present was for her or for him.

"Mommy, what's this? Can I open it?" Amy had found another present under
the tree. There was more, one for each of them.
   
"Go ahead honey."

The children opened their presents. Both got the same thing, a little
doll around a foot long. There was nothing special about them except
when you laid them flat their eyes closed and they made snoring noises.
Jim opened his gift, it was a new thermos bottle. He sniffed it. "Mmm,
eggnog," he said and took a sip. "Good too. Try it."

Sheila did and she had to agree it was quite good, warm, and she
detected the hint of alcohol. "These must be from your mother. It's just
like her to give Jimmy a doll." The weird thing was, the boy seemed
fascinated with the doll. Sheila opened the last gift, addressed to her.
It was a two foot tall, slightly sinister looking Santa, more the jolly
old elf, then a fat old man in a Santa suit. There was a switch on the
thing's pedestal and she pressed it. Jingle bell rock blared out and the
thing started moving it's hips dancing. The kids laughed and Sheila
placed it back under the tree after turning it off. She found it kind of
creepy.

Sheila got up to go start dinner, while the kids played with their new
toys. Jim turned on the game and sat before the TV sipping his eggnog.

********************

Sheila sobbed as she climbed out of the bath. Dinner with her parents
had been a complete disaster. Jim was drunk off his eggnog, slurring his
words and swaying at the table. He had burped out loud and told a joke
that made her mom blush. The kids hadn't seemed too interested in the
presents their grandparents had bought for them, they seemed to like the
dolls Jim's mom had left for them too much.

After toweling herself off, Sheila didn't know why she was bothering,
Jim wasn't getting any tonight after his behavior, but she began
rolling on the nylons that went with the lingerie he had given her. It
was a very sexy, lacy, white bra and garter ensemble. The bra pushed her
large breasts together giving her cleavage that rivaled Dolly Parton's.
The lace left little to the imagination, her nipples were clearly
visible as was her pubic hair when she pulled on the panties. She hooked
the nylons to the belt, herself amazed at how incredibly sexy she
looked.

Sheila decided, she would put on her robe, stroll up to Jim, hold it
open to show him the lingerie and say, "You can have this if I ever
forgive you, but for now you're sleeping on the couch." That would teach
him to make an ass of himself in front of her parents and the children.

Before she could do it, Amy ran into the bathroom screaming, "Mommy,
mommy, Santa looks funny." Her daughter grabbed her and pulled her
downstairs.

Sheila gasped when she saw what her daughter was talking about. The
children had stripped the dancing Santa and the toy was anatomically
correct in every way. It had a long dangling penis that looked huge on the doll. It was thicker then her husband's and nearly touched the stand it was so long. The rest of the doll, looked like a typical nude Santa, with a fat belly, white chest hair and rosy colored skin. Her mother-in-law couldn't have known what was under the
thing's clothes. "What were you two doing?"

"We were playing doctor," said Jimmy.

"Whatever gave you that idea?"

"They did," said both kids at once pointing at their dolls. They had
stripped their dolls naked also, but they were normal, no sex organs.

"Oh they did, did they. Well run off to bed, I'll check on you in a few
minutes." Sheila watched them run off. She moved the Santa back under
the tree and couldn't help touching the fake penis. Despite being
obscene, the craftsmanship was amazing. The penis had a lifelike detail
that made it look real in every way. It had a big blue vein running the
length, ridges, bumps, and was even warm to the touch. She let go,
feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden.

Sheila walked upstairs to the children’s room. Amy and Jimmy were in
their beds, pretending to sleep, and both were snoring softly. She knew
they were faking because both were in the exact same position as the
sleeping dolls lying beside them in bed and they were both snoring like
the dolls. "Goodnight my sugarplums," she said turning out the lights.
Sheila didn't notice one of the doll's closed eyes open and follow her
from the room.

JINGLE BELL, JINGLE BELL, JINGLE BELL ROCK.

The song blared from downstairs as she was walking to her bedroom. She
ran down the steps to the living room. Somehow, the dancing Santa had
gotten turned on, it's arms moving up and down as it swung it's hips.
The big penis swung back and forth like a big banana, swaying
hypnotically.

Sheila sat in her husband's recliner and stared at the big penis. The
lace on her bra scraped against her nipples and she realized, she was
becoming aroused at the sight before her. A lot of women had a father
figure/ Santa Claus fantasy and Sheila found the sight very erotic, if
obscene. She couldn't help herself as her hand slipped between her robe
and down her belly. Her hand worked it's way under her panties and over
her bush. Her index figure ran down her wet slit, growing wetter by the
second.

Sheila moaned as she pushed one finger inside her vagina. She needed Jim
bad. She suddenly changed her mind about withholding sex, she'd punish
him tomorrow night.

Sheila turned the Santa off and ran back upstairs, skipping them two at
a time. She let the robe fall to the floor as she entered the room and
turned on the light. She felt disgusted as she looked at Jim. He was
passed out on the bed. The thermos cup had spilled on his bare chest
and his chest was sticky with eggnog. The stuff even covered his chin.
He was still dressed. His pants were unbuttoned with the zipper down and
his beer gut bulged out as if he had drank too much. Sheila knew without
trying that she wouldn't be able to wake him.

JINGLE BELL,  JINGLE BELL, JINGLE BELL ROCK.

Sheila jumped when the song came back on. She ran back downstairs clad
only in her new lingerie. The Santa was dancing again. She watched it's
penis swing around and imagined the song said, "around goes the cock"
instead of "jingle around the clock". But it wasn't her imagination,
right when the song hit what sounded like, "It's penis swell time", the
penis began to swell.

The penis plumped up looking for the world like it was getting an
erection and it was. It grew a couple inches until it scraped the floor
and then it began to rise. The penis grew until it was a foot long and
the doll even seemed to grow bigger. As the penis rose upwards, Sheila
could see equally large nuts in the sack between it's legs. The rhythm
changed too. Instead of rotating his hips, Santa began thrusting them
forward like it was fucking something.

Sheila suddenly heard bells, and something clopped across her roof. Cold
air blew in from the chimney and the fire in the fireplace flickered.
The very air seemed magical and Sheila smelled roasting chestnuts as the
air shimmered around the doll and it was gone. An old man stood in it's
place.

The old man wore a Santa hat and old fashioned red pajamas that covered
his body from neck to feet. Button down flaps were at his crotch and
rear for relieving himself. His cheeks and nose were a rosy red and he
had slightly pointy ears. He wasn't very big, probably 5‘4“, she
was two inches taller in her bare feet. His small size, age, and
demeanor didn't make her feel threatened. "Who are you?" she asked.

"I'm Santa Claus," he said. Other then his head, the only thing not
covered by his red PJ’s were his hands. He brought his index figure up to his mouth and whispered, "Sshh Miss Claus thinks I'm sleeping off last nights work."

"Why are you here?"

"To give you your Christmas wish, of course."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"To be dominated by a well-hung man and treated like a slut."

Sheila gasped suddenly not so sure the creature was harmless. "I don't
want that."

"Sure you do." Santa pulled a long piece of paper out of thin air and
handed it to her.

The paper appeared to be parchment and it had everything she had ever
wanted for Christmas, a pony was written by 1977 with the words, “not
Practical” written in beside it. She skimmed down to 1997 and there it
was: wants to be dominated and treated like a slut, wished while
watching a boxing match. "I checked my list twice," he said.

Sheila vaguely remembered that day. Jim had gotten pay per view to watch
Evander Holyfield fight. Though turned off by the brutality of the
fight, Sheila had found herself turned on by the two muscular men
boxing. Earlier Jim had asked her what she wanted for Christmas, 'that's
what I want,' she thought imagining herself naked between Evander and
the equally muscular white guy as they forced her to perform vulgar sex
acts on them.

"So are you ready?" asked Santa. The little man was leering at her and
Sheila suddenly remembered her state of undress. She held an arm across
her breasts and her other down her body, so that her palm covered her
crotch.

Santa undid the buttons on the front of his PJ's and as the flap fell
down, a giant penis burst free. It was as big as the doll's, semi-hard
and bobbing in the air. His penis was surrounded by bushy pubic hair as
white as his beard and the hair even covered what she could see of his
oversized balls making them look bearded. She gasped at the sight. "That can't be real. You’re not real. This can't be happening, it's...it's a dream," she cried unable to take her eyes off his huge cock.

"Then you might as well enjoy it." Santa moved closer and Sheila fell
into the recliner where she had fingered herself watching the toy Santa.
"It's your fantasy after all."

"What do I do?" she asked, her pussy on fire with desire for the big
appendage.

"Tug on it to make it hard. I want you to touch the cock that's gonna
fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before."

Santa's language offended her, but it also sent a shiver of excitement
down her spine. This was a good dream, strange, but good. She reached out and grabbed it, feeling it's warmth and it swelled in her hand. It grew to over a foot long, it's head half the size of her fist. "Stroke that big cock, you slut," ordered Santa. Sheila obeyed running her hand along the shaft, feeling it slide between her fingers. "Now suck it."

"I can't, I've never done that. It's disgusting and besides you’re too
big."

"Suck it bitch," growled Santa. He slapped his cock across her right
cheek with enough force, it stung. Then he slapped her left cheek. Santa
pointed the tip at her mouth and pushed it against her lips. Sheila
relented, figuring this was her dream after all. She parted her lips,
opening wide as Santa pushed the big cock inside her. The head was huge
and firm in her mouth as she swirled her tongue around it. "That's a
good slut. I'm gonna teach you how to treat an elf-sized cock, not that
little human twig you're used too. Lick the shaft, then take it back
into your mouth."
 
Sheila did as she was told. This was turning out to be a helluva good
dream, living out her most secret fantasies. She licked his entire
shaft, even his hairy balls as he held his cock up for her. The head was
oozing pre-cum as she took it back into her mouth. There was something
familiar about the taste of his pre-cum, but she couldn't put her finger
on it and since she had never done this before, she couldn't compare it
to her husband's fluid.

Sheila began giving Santa her first blow job. It was easier then she
thought as she bobbed her head. Either her dream made it easier or
Santa's magic did because she easily took him into her throat without
choking. Soon, she was kissing his pubic hair as she took his entire
foot long cock down her throat. Neither did her neck get sore, nor did
she tire as she bobbed her head over his cock. Santa helped her by
thrusting his hips each time she bobbed forward. He must be liking it,
she thought, his cock seemed even bigger and harder as it slid back and
forth in her throat. He pulled all but the head out just as he exploded.

A flash went off just as Santa shot his load in her mouth. The amount
caught Sheila off guard and her cheeks bulged out, sperm dribbling out
her lips. She swallowed his hot seed as fast as she could. It was good,
tasty even, warmth from all the sperm spread through her body and she
felt herself becoming tipsy on it. It did taste familiar, like... like
eggnog. The image of her husband drunk off the eggnog from the thermous
flashed in her mind, the stuff covering his chin just like it was
running down hers.

Sheila loved it and Santa continued to ejaculate several more wads into
her mouth. When he had finished, she stroked his cock, squeezing out any
remaining drops on her tongue. She froze like that.

Santa moved between time, leaving the beautiful housewife leaning
forward in the chair a drop of his cum frozen on her extended tongue.
The flash had been Jim's Polaroid camera going off. Two of his helper
elves stood there frozen with the camera in their hands until they too
phased between time with him. "What are you two shits doing here?"

"We want a piece of the action, boss," said Oberon.

"Yeah, I want's a piece of that sweet ass," chimed in Puck.

Both elves were between three and a half and four feet tall. They were some of the older elves being about 2500 years old and they aided Santa in paying the tribute as opposed to slaving in the factories. Oberon resembled a miniature Santa, while Puck was more twisted, with a pointy nose and hunchback, evidence of strong firbolg ancestry.  

"How'd you little bastards follow me here?"

"We morphed into the sleeping dolls," smirked Oberon proud of the
deception, "and unless you want Missus Claus to see what you do the day
of Christ's mass, you'll let us have some too." He waved the photo of
Sheila swallowing Santa's cum.

"Alright then, your little pricks can stretch her out for me."

"You call this little," said Puck stripping out of his green and red
uniform. His cock was close to eleven inches and looked even bigger on
his little body. Oberon's was just over ten.

"They're little to me, but someday you'll have one like mine. Elvish
cocks continued to grow throughout their entire lifespan.

"Yeah sure, we all know elves that get up there in age disappear."

"They retire and move to Florida," said Santa. "At least that's what
Missus Claus tells me."

"Sure boss," said Puck playing with the frozen girl's nipples, "and you
believe that manipulative old bitch?"

Of course they were right. Missus Claus liked her position at the north
pole and would do everything to protect it from rivals.

"When can we start?" asked Puck, growing impatient.

"In a minute." Santa stripped off his PJ's and tugged on his cock to
make it hard again. Then he placed the tip back on her tongue and phased
back into normal time.

Sheila came back to life. "I love your cum. Hey, you're still hard and
you're naked!" Then she noticed the two little elves sporting erections so big, they look like they'd tip over. "Who are they?"

"It's your dream," said Santa shrugging and stepping out of the way of
Puck.

"Quit talking and start sucking, bitch," growled Puck climbing up on the
chair and straddling her lap so that his big cock was pointed a her
face. The deformed little man was a far cry from her fantasy of the two
muscular boxers, but this dream was actually turning out better then
that fantasy. She took him into her mouth, her belly growling at the
thought of getting more eggnog cum in it.

The little man fucked her face like that for awhile before she felt a
pair of hands grab her legs and pull them so that her ass slid down the
chair. She continued to suck the cock in her mouth while her pussy
dangled off the seat cushion and the second elf moved her thin panties
aside and positioned his cock between her legs. Her eyes widened in
surprise as a cock bigger then anything she was used to was quickly
pushed into her wet pussy by the impatient elf. I felt wonderful to be
filled so completely.

The big cock in her pussy was awakening nerves she never knew she had.
Her whole body was tingling and it made it difficult to suck the cock in
her mouth. Suddenly, Sheila's body went nuts. She went crazy with lust
for the elves’ cocks and began slamming her hips down into the cock
rapidly thrusting into her pussy while sucking the tip of the one in her
mouth while stroking off the rest with her hand. A series of
mini-orgasms began going off in her womb. She had never been
Multi-orgasmic and each one was better then any Jim had given her which
wasn't much.

Eventually, the one in her mouth began acting like Santa's had, swelling
and hardening, and she knew he was close. She tightened her lips around
his thrusting shaft vowing to swallow every drop of his delicious fluid,
but it was not to be, as her mouth filled with cum and she gulped it
down to make room for the next load, the one in her pussy also exploded.
It felt like a hose in her pussy, the spurting cum triggering a
mind-numbing orgasm that made her lose control. Sheila screamed with
pleasure and lost control of the cock in her mouth. Hot cum covered her
face as the cock left her mouth and she felt more striking her breasts.
 
She was in a daze, absentmindedly, licking the eggnog from around her
lips when the elves jumped out of the way. Santa took her hand and
pulled her to her feet. He led her over to the Christmas tree and
unhooked her bra while one of the little elves yanked down her panties.
Her huge breasts sprang free as the elves left her nude except for her
garter and nylons. Santa pushed her to her knees. Sheila immediately
began licking his cock again, but he pulled it from her reach. Santa
pushed her back so that she fell forward on to her belly. "On all fours
slut, I'm gonna fuck you like the bitch you are."

Sheila was still pushing herself off the floor when Santa entered her
from behind. His cock stretched her out more then the little elves and
she tried to push back to meet his thrusts, but his thrusts were to
strong. They kept pushing her body down until she gave up laying her
head on her arms on the carpet with just her ass thrust up into the air.
She was just a slut being used for his pleasure and Sheila loved every
minute of it.

Sheila was glad she had taken the smaller elf first to make it easier on
her. Even then Santa's was several inches longer, thicker, and he seemed
intent on making her take it all. Just when she thought she couldn't
take another inch, his balls slapped her thighs as he buried it. Then
they slapped her again and again, until they began to sting they were
hitting her so fast. It felt so good, she was thankful this was just a
dream or she'd never be able to feel her husband inside her again.

A huge orgasm burst from her pussy and then another one even more
powerful. They came in waves so fast she lost count of them.

Santa pushed his thumb in her ass-hole startling her, but her ass
clamped around it and it triggered a mega-orgasm. Santa added several
more loads of sperm to the stuff already in her pussy and then he pulled
out.

A long string of cum dangled from Sheila's pussy as Santa froze her in
the position he had just fucked her. "I need time to rejuvinate."

"Sure thing boss," said Oberon, "we'll find something to eat."

Santa relaxed in the comfy chair while the two elves munched on some
Christmas cookies. "Remember how good it was living in the hills and
forests, before the humans drove us out?"  

"Yeah, and we got a lot of pussy back then with them around."

"Not this once a year, shit," sighed Santa.

"Speak for yourself," complained Puck. "This is my first time in two
hundred years. The least you could do is let us fuck some nice Eskimo or
Laplander girl. I'm ready to go again now."

"Me too," said Oberon.

It was Puck's turn to fuck her, so he crawled under the frozen girl and
pointed the head of his cock at her pussy. Oberon rested his on her
lips.

Sheila was feeling empty without Santa's cock in her when suddenly
another was thrust inside her still dripping pussy and an elf appeared
right before her eyes, sticking his cock down her throat. She couldn't
look down while sucking on the penis, so she assumed she was riding the
other elf as he was busy sucking on her large dangling breasts.

Santa let them fuck awhile, turning on the TV. He flipped through the
channels pausing on an adult station. The action was hot and the old elf
wished he had cable at the North pole. It soon had him hard again and he
turned the TV off to rejoin the action.

Sheila was vaguely aware of Santa walking back over sporting another
big, bobbing erection. He walked behind her and she wondered what he had
planned as the little elf was still busy fucking her. Then she felt
his hands on her ass cheeks spreading them open and his cock-head poking
at her sphincter. She tried to protest around the cock thrusting down
her throat, but all she could do was gurgle. She felt her sphincter open
wide and close around the head only to stretch out again for the shaft.
All the eggnog cum had made her drunk, numbing her body to the pain.
There was just a little discomfort which passed quickly as she began to
get into it. She had three huge cocks filling all three of her holes.
Sheila wanted to cry out in joy, but her mouth was full. The orgasms
started cumming again and she had already had more tonight then in her
entire life.

The elf in her pussy came first. He kept his spent cock buried inside
her and continued to suck on her nipples. Not long after, the cock in
her mouth exploded and this time, she swallowed every drop of the tasty
cum, enough to make her head spin with drunkenness. The spent elf fell
back to the floor panting. Santa lasted awhile longer eventually filling
her ass with as much of his seed as he had blown earlier. Sperm poured
out of her ass hole as he pulled his cock out. The elf under her finally
quit sucking her breasts and crawled out from under her.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed your Christmas present young lady," said Santa walking around to where she still remained on all fours. She nodded, it had been the best present ever. Santa winked at her and then he was gone.

"That was fun," said Puck, staring at the frozen women. "Can we fuck her
again next year?"

"No," said Santa. "Her marriage won't exist next year. We've awakened a
need in her that her husband can't satisfy. Besides, she's an adulterer
now and just made the naughty list. That's why I always pick married
women, my little contribution to lightening the tribute burden." Santa
walked up to Sheila and touched her forehead. "Forget," he said. "Take
her upstairs boys." The little elves crawled under her, then lifted up.
They then walked over to the stairs to deposit her in the bedroom. Santa
produced another present out of thin air and left it under the tree. It
was the least he could do to keep her satisfied for awhile. When the two
elves returned, they laid their fingers aside of their noses and with a
nod of their head up the chimney they rose.

Three reindeer were frozen on the roof. It was to conspicuous to take
the sleigh out from under Missus Claus' nose, so he arranged a deer to
be waiting for him. The two elves had wisely thought of a ride back home
also.

********************

Jim woke up to a new experience. His wife was deep throating his dick
for all she was worth. It felt great, but he had the headache to end all
headaches and it lessened the experience. He blew his load in her mouth,
surprised to hear her gulping it down. "Thanks honey, what's gotten into
you?"

"You did last night." Sheila crawled out from under the covers licking a
drop of sperm off her lips. His cum hadn't been much, but she assumed he
was spent. "You fucked the hell out of me last night." She straddled his
rapidly deflating penis and began riding him.

"I did?"

"Many times, my whole body is sore." His penis was shrinking and it
slipped out. "Come on Jim make me cum again." It was no use and Sheila
gave up, plus she found it unsatisfying. "We'll try again tonight."

Sheila was surprised to see herself still in the garter and nylons, but
figured it was the outfit that had gotten her husband so fired up, that
and the eggnog. There was a little bit left in his thermos and she
swallowed it when he wasn't looking. She wished she knew the brand
because she could get used to drinking it every day.

Sheila went downstairs to make breakfast and noticed the lone gift still
under the tree. It was addressed to her so she quickly unwrapped it. It
was a beautiful, life-like twelve inch dildo. She felt an itch deep in
her pussy at the sight of it. She even had a strange desire to shove it
up her ass. The children came downstairs and she quickly hid it behind a
chair so they wouldn't notice.

 She did notice something  much later, and it brought back the memories
of the most amazing night of her life. A picture was sticking out of
Jim's camera. A picture of her being sprayed with cum from a cock as big
as her dildo.

********************

The three elves flew North riding bareback on reindeer. They flew low to
keep under NORAD's radar. "That was great boss," yelled Puck over the
wind. "I can't wait to do it again. Lets find another slut tomorrow."

"Christmas only cums once a year, boys," replied Santa with a grin.

THE END