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From: "Finsternis Ex" <finsternisex@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} The Other Claus Part 2 (MF oral creampie)
Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2000 07:10:06 -0500
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The Other Claus
or  Why Santa is So Jolly
Part 2
by Finsternis Ex <finsternisex@hotmail.com>

The Next Year

The next year was an exciting and experimental year for both of the
Claus's.  Jessica found that she had a lot more energy than she ever
remembered having -- or perhaps she'd always had this much energy, but
not as much focus as she had that year.  She took over a lot of the
administrative tasks from Kris, keeping an eye on the elves, and
making sure things got done.  That let him focus on some of his newer
ideas.

One of which was how to reproduce the magical thing that had happened
while he'd been out giving gifts. Instead, Jessica had been quick to
note that they'd need lots of different trials -- in order to do it
scientifically.  So, this year, for the first in at least half a
dozen, was full of sex for the two.

She even felt like the experimentation had seeped into their sex lives
-- even when they weren't trying to figure out what combination of
sex, water and salt had made her young again.  One day she tied Kris
to his bed, and gave him a long slow blow job until he begged to come.
Another day, she handed him the rope, and he did the same for her.

Nothing drastic -- just a few games, and a lot more sex.  She seemed
hornier, too.

But still, the whole thing nagged at her, and she couldn't figure it
out.  She loved this man, Kris Kringle, and she'd married him over
twenty years ago, with a commitment to him, and to Christmas.  And now
that she was young again -- she wanted him to be young, for both of
them to be young together.  And, it would let them keep up their
Christmas task for a while longer.  Maybe forever, if she ever figured
out the secret.

That is what drover her out into the Arctic wilderness during the
summer.  It was always light, even if the sun hung low on the horizon
at midnight.  It was the only time to seek out and find the Winter
Warlock.

He'd been their enemy -- just another creature that hated Christmas,
until Kris had befriended him with a single gift.  Kris had kept the
gifts coming, of course -- he was just that sort of man, and the
Winter Warlock had mellowed quite a bit.

He was the one that had given them the magic corn that had enabled the
reindeer's flight.  And he still had all of his magical knowledge and
most of his powers.  So, when Jessica was at her wits end, she decided
to make a visit to the Warlock.  She fed the reindeer some of the
corn, and had some of the elves hitch them to the sleigh, and give her
a map to the Warlock's arctic cabin.  With a kiss on her husband's
cheek, and a long suck somewhere below, she headed out to discuss the
problem with the Winter Warlock.

It wasn't a very long trip -- he was nearby, and these *were* the
reindeer her husband used to deliver gifts every year.  She set them
down in font of the Winter Warlock's cottage, and went up to knock on
the door.  The aged old man, opened the door as she approached, "Hello
there, Jessica! You are looking good! "  He motioned for her to come
inside, and after she stepped in, he gestured with his hand out the
door.  Jessica saw a sparkle of silver and gold, and saw the reindeer
begin to eat the grain that had appeared before them.  "Don't worry,"
he laughed, "It's not the same corn that makes them fly -- just
something I had in stores."

She smiled at him.  'How have you been, my friend?"

"Well enough," he said.  "It's quiet up here, and I've have time to
think and study.  And, you know, I always like the wind and snow.
It's just part of who I am, I guess.  I'm just not angry about it
anymore"

She laughed, understanding.  "And that is a very good thing!"

"So, it's been several years since either of you came to visit me.
Well, I know Kris is in here every Christmas, but I hate to bother him
while he's delivering, you know.  You look wonderful, just like I
remember when we met -- what is 20 years ago?"

"Over that, I think," she said.

"Yes, yes, you're right.  When you live alone like I do, time passes
funny.  Sometimes very fast, sometimes very slowly.  Can I get you
something? Hot chocolate? Coffee? Tea?"

"Coffee would be wonderful."

"Good, good.  Let's sit down in my den.  I spend most of my time here
these days."  He led her into a cozy room, with plush furniture, and a
warm fire.  It was cluttered with books and small magical gadgets, as
well as some of things she recognized as the elves' handiwork.  The
warlock gestured again, and a tea pot, floated in, followed by two
cups and saucers, and milk and honey containers, the whole thing
settling down on the den table. "There, there," he said, smiling. "How
would you like your tea?"

"Honey and a bit of milk," she said.  He made her tea, and poured
himself some.  Then he gestured again, and a plate of pastries floated
in.

"Forgot the scones," he said.  "Can't have a proper tea without
scones!"

She laughed, and sipped her tea.  Finally, he looked at her.  "OK,
Jessica, why did you come here? Are you running out of the corn? Some
other problem, perhaps?"

"No, that's not it.  We've got enough corn for several years yet.
There always seems to be enough."  The warlock nodded at that, and
motioned for her to go on. "The thing is..  I mean.  Hmm, this is hard
to say."

"Well, just start at the beginning, I guess.  Tell me the whole
thing."

She relaxed then.  That was a good idea. "It all started last
Christmas. I went to take a bath, and while I was there..."  They
drank their tea, and she related the story, and some of her
experiments to the old warlock.  He kept smiling, and asked
appropriate questions, but she could see that he was fidgeting in his
seat as she told her story.

Finally, when she was done, he asked, in a serious tone, "So, you're
trying to figure out the magic of it, then?"

"Yes, I love Kris, and I want him with me.  And think of how it could
help with our mission."

"Well," the warlock said, considering, "magic is not an easy thing to
learn or to teach.  Everyone's magic is different.  I would suspect
that your magic is based on your sexuality, and perhaps is tied up in
Christmas as well."

Jessica nodded, understanding this.

"Do you know," the warlock, said, smiling a toothy grin, "Exactly how
lonely it is here? How much I would like company?"

"What are you saying?"

"I would be willing to teach you, Jess, but there is a price.

"My magic is wintry, and cold, and would never grant youth -- but it
does grant knowledge and some power. Your magic, however,  is sexual,
you would need to practice it, somewhere safe, with a trained
practitioner... such as myself.   Magic will warp you, much like it
warped me, unless you use it correctly. And that is why you really do
need training."

"So will you teach me?" she asked earnestly.

He stood up then, to his full height, no longer stooped over. Jess had
a flash of him, from before he gave up his evil ways, standing above
them, menacing.  He began to move towards her, slowly.  "I have needs,
just like any man.  You could help with those needs, would *need* to
help with them, for your training.  Do you understand?"

By the time he finished, he was standing next to her.  She could see
the tent his cock had made in his robe -- and it was a sizeable dent,
at that.  It sent a thrill through her, his presence, his cock, but no
no, she was happily married.  "I.. I can't.  I can't do that to Kris
-- I *love* him."

"How are you going to feel when you put him in his grave, Jess? He's
twenty years older than you now.  You could make him young -- keep you
both young, your magic will do that.  All you have to do is agree, I
can see you want to.  I can smell your arousal, sense your desire."

He parted his robes, and freed his large cock, which was only inches
from her head.  She began to slide away, squirming in the chair to be
as far away as possible.  She could smell him then, too, the scent of
the warlock's cock.

He stroked it, "You want it, don't you?  So simple to reach out and
touch it with your tongue."

"You were are *friend*!  Kris gave you all those gifts!" she cried
out. "How can you betray that trust? I thought you gave up your evil
ways."

He laughed.  "Training you so you can help Kris is evil? How is that,
Jessica Claus?  I want to give you a gift, and you just have to be
nice to me first?  Isn't that the bargain your husband uses with the
children?"

"*That* is not about sex, it's about being good kids.  It has nothing
to do with what my husband does."

He stroked his cock with one hand, and a single pearl of precum
appeared on it's tip.  "Taste it, Jessica.  Just think about it.  And
I will please you, as well."

Jessica felt a powerful desire, but shook her head, trying to clear
the thoughts from her mind.  She wouldn't do this to Kris.  She would
find another way.  She stood up, pushing the Warlock back, away from
her.  He stepped back, and she ran to his door.   "I will never do
that!" she said. "I would never hurt him so badly!"  She walked
outside, and slamming the door behind her.

"You'll be back," the Warlock called out to her.  "You *will* be
back."

Jessica cried the whole way back to the North Pole, from the shock of
the warlock's harassment, and from her own, personal desire to take
him up on it.  But he'd given her some clues: sex and Christmas.  It
hadn't *technically* been Christmas when she had tried it with Kris
the first time.  Now it was just a matter of waiting, and figuring out
the technique.  And she wouldn't *need*  the warlock, not really.

She's just have to make sure that Kris had time on Christmas day.  Now
*that* would require a lot of real magic!  Or maybe not... she thought
about it, and a plan began to form.

Christmas day finally came, and Jessica began to tick off the list of
things that she had to do -- and it looked like most of it was done.
She'd trained one of the brighter elves to take over most of her
last-minute tasks.  Throughout the year, she'd also been taking on
more and more of Kris' jobs, so that he could sit back and relax a bit
more.  But today was his day, and he was busy, checking his lists,
packing his sleigh, and making sure everything was ready.  The elves
could have done it just as easily, but he insisted, every year.

This year, though, he would take a break.

Jessica slipped on one of her favorite outfits: a green lace half-bra
that lifted her breasts, and gave her even more cleavage, and a
matching garter belt.  She slid green-tinted hose on, and snapped it
into the garters.  She pulled on a lacy pair of panties.  "Over the
garter, so they'd be easy to remove," she thought.  And then, she
pulled on green 3" heels.

She admired herself in the mirror, her red hair cascading down her
back, and showing through the panty's red lace. It just needed one
more thing, so she could walk through the compound.  She grabbed her
red terrycloth robe -- and wrapped it around her.  "Red and green and
red," she thought, "what could be more Christmassy than that?"

She summoned a household elf, and asked her where Santa was.  Armed
with that information, Mrs. Claus headed to her husband's workshop.

He was so busy that he didn't see her coming.  He was weighing bags,
and trying to balance them carefully.  It didn't matter that the magic
made it all float -- balancing it made it easer on the reindeer, so he
still did it every year.  She came up behind him, and wrapped her arms
around him, letting the robe part where they touched. "Hi, honey," she
said with a sultry tone.

"Hi, Jess," he said, turning, getting an eyeful of her lingerie-clad
form.  "I don't have time for this right now, hon."

"Don't you want your Christmas present?" she asked.  "And I think it
might be better than you know."

"I'm awfully busy."

"The elves can handle it for a few minutes, can't they honey?"  For
emphasis, she rubbed his cock feeling it harden in her hand.

"I guess so..."  He began to look around for somewhere to go.

Jess, having already planned it all, led him to one of the side rooms
that wasn't packed yet.  Because of that, the red bags that everything
was packed in still lay on the floor, soft and abundant enough for a
bed.  She let the terry cloth robe fall to the side, and lowered the
panties.  Then she lay down on the bags, and lifted her legs in the
air.  "Merry Christmas, Santa Claus!  Come make love to me, your
wife."

Kris shed his clothing quickly, and lowered his mouth to her pussy,
and began to lick. "Not yet, hon. Do that after."

"After?" he asked.

"Yes, so you can use the magic."  She'd reasoned it this way: either
it was her come that was magical, or you needed to taste your own.
Either way, he'd get a taste of it by the time he was done.

He slid up her body then, and clamped his mouth down around her left
tit.  She felt his cock probing at her pussy, and then sliding into
her wet cunt.  He let out a moan around her tit, and began pounding
into her.  "You are so fucking hot, Jessie.  I never realized just how
much, but you are so very hot."

She lifted her legs, and pressed the tips of her heels into his ass,
urging him on.  He sped up, and she felt her orgasm building.
Finally, she came, and the spasms locked down on her husband's cock,
tightening her cunt for him.  He followed her orgasm quickly, spending
his come into her.  "Lick it out!" she commanded.  "Eat me now, my
love!"

Santa lowered his mouth to her cunt now, and began to lick.  She cried
out in joy as his tongue pressed against her clit, and then snaked
into her hole.  He kept it up, flicking her clit, and teasing her
until she came.  "Wow, that was wonderful," she said.

Kris laughed, "I love making you come, hon."

"Let me look at you," she said.  And she did.  And there he was -- in
all his youthful splendor.  Wrinkles gone, his beard was light brown
again.  His paunch gone, muscles rippled on his chest. "Oh, my..." she
said.

"Well?" he asked, impatient.  "Did it work?"

"Oh, boy did it work," she said.  She rolled him over, and rubbed his
cock to hardness, and mounted him.  She began riding him, up and down,
running her hands over his firm, hairy chest.  She'd never seen him
look so good.  He wasn't just young, he was more vital, more amazing
than she'd ever imagined.

She rode him hard, and came several times before he came again.  They
collapsed into each other's arms, basking in the glow of wonderful
sex, before he had to rush off and get his outfit retailored, and the
sleigh packed before it was time to leave.

Jessica put on her robe, and carried her other garments back to their
private room.  Magic had made him better than he'd been before --
*her* magic.  If her magic could do that, what else could it do?
Could it help with all their other tasks?  Or at least keep them
around so they could keep on giving children Christmas gifts?  Could
it make their sex life even better?

Just thinking about it made her lie on the bed and masturbate.  She
*had* to know more.

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

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