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From: "Finsternis Ex" <finsternisex@hotmail.com>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 21 Dec 2000 20:55:30 EST
Subject: {ASSM} The Other Claus Part 1 (F-solo, FM, oral) 
Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2000 07:10:04 -0500
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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 <finsternisex@hotmail.com>

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.

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You liked this? Man, you are sick, I like that about you.
Write me:  mailto:finsternisex@hotmail.com
Finsternis Ex

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