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Subject: {ASSM} "XMAS Creampie" Pt. 1 (MMF)
Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2001 18:10:08 -0500
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DISCLAIMER:

This is a story about sex between mostly-consenting adults. If you are not an
adult, you cannot consent, even to read this story.


Note too that this story, like all my stories, is Copyright  (C)2001.  All Rights
Reserved. No commercial posting is allowed. No modification whatsoever is
allowed.

XMAS Creampie
------------------


It always worked. This Christmas would be no exception, Santa thought as he
hurried to fill his bag full of sex toys, gizmos, and gadgets. Santa made no
pretense about his mission and his neighbors knew it. Actually, they had come
to expect it.

Everyone knew that Santa arrived Christmas eve, but only those people in the
small town of Castle Rock, Colorado, knew about the twelve days of Christmas
that brought with it an incredible sex fest every winter season.

Santa put on another glove. He preferred leather gloves. It fit as snug as
O.J.'s glove, but this one was smoother and lighter. It was easy to remove and
easier to use when handling the more delicate pieces of hardware he carried in
his SUV sleigh.

Castle Rock, Colorado, was a quaint town filled mostly with businessmen who
were trying the escape the rocketing house prices of downtown and suburban
Denver. It was a place where decent neighborhoods still existed and where
students in local schools still scored high on their scores. But its adult
population lacked the one aspect that every neighborhood desired. That is,
until the Christmas of 1996 and every holiday since then.

It started out as a local education bond election wherein parents, teachers and
community leaders met to discuss the benefits of raising property taxes to
increase teacher salaries, build new schools and renovate older buildings. It
resulted in the largest tax increase in the history of the community and the
largest sex fest in the history of the community.

He put on his other glove. Santa was ready to dispense another round of holiday
cheer.

***

DECEMBER 12 - Cheryl still wasn't sure what to make of her husband's request to
have sex with another man. But she knew everything would become clear as the
evening went on. She sat on the edge of the bed wearing only black stockings
and a garter belt. James was lying on the bed naked.

"So how are we going to do this?" Cheryl asked.

"It's already done," James said without offering any answers. "Your blindfold
is on the dresser. Put it on."

The blindfold was a standard blindfold people use as a sleeping aid to keep
light out. Cheryl put it on and sat back on the bed.

"Get down," James said, except that it sounded like an order. "On all fours on
the bed, Now!"

Cheryl did as she was told.

"Christmas arrives early this year," James said and you're about to receive the
present of your life. So am I."

Cheryl didn't move, eager and frightened with anticipation. Suddenly she heard
the closet door squeak open. She turned her head.

"Don't move," James said. "Just stay in position. It's just Santa Claus paying
us an early visit. He has a bag full of goodies he's going to share with us
tonight. Ready?"

"I, well, yes," Chery answered.

James moved into position under Cheryl as if in a 69 position. He pushed his
pelvis toward his wife's face. "Suck my cock!"

Cheryl grabbed hold of her husband's cock and took it into her mouth. She felt
the warmness of his cock and began bobbing her mouth up and down its full
length.
"That's it, baby, don't stop  -- not even when you feel anything else."

At that prompt Cheryl felt another weight lift itself onto their king-sized
bed. She felt hands grasp her butt cheeks. She felt him position himself behind
her. At first she thought about trying to pull away, but she resigned herself
to the surprise evening of events. She felt two fingers probing her wet pussy.
She had been startled by the contact. Both fingers slipped in. Then a third.
Cheryl could hear her husband squeaming. "Oh baby, looking good baby."

Then Santa entered her. She was wet and slippery and her pussy accommodated
Santa's throbbing cock with no hesitation. 

"That's it," James whispered. "Fuck her, Fuck her hard. Give it to her hard."
With that, Santa's pace picked up as he held her hips and jammed every inch
into her soft, wet pussy. Santa grunted and panted. And he fucked her silly.
"You're just a Ho, Ho, Ho," he yelled out. "Ho, Ho, Ho."

"Drill her, bang her, fuck, fuck, fuck her," James yelled out."

Cheryl couldn't believe it. Her husband who was normally silent during their
sessions of lovemaking was not talking, no yelling, a dirty diatribe. It was
incredible to hear him. But Cheryl was having trouble maintaining her grip on
her husband's cock. Santa was banging too hard and practically pushing her
across the bed. Her husband had pushed himself down twice now, but he didn't
seem to notice that his cock wasn't in her mouth anymore. He was too lost in
the vision of Santa's cock pounding his wife's pussy just inches away from his
face. Cheryl understood that it was James' idea to invite another man into
their relationship, but Santa?

"I'm coming," Santa yelled.

"Go for it!" James said. "Give it all to her. Come in her cunt. Drop it all in
her cunt!"
Cheryl knew the moment. Santa pulled her hips back and held them hard. He had
been riding her like a wild horse. Santa moaned. Cheryl's heart was still
beating from the mystery fuck. Santa grunted and pushed in hard.

"Ready?" Santa asked.

"Ready for what?" Cheryl asked, but before she could finish her question she
felt Santa pull out. He hands reached her under her arms and pushed her up.
"Sit on your husband's face," Santa said. "Sit down hard."

Cheryl didn't resist. She sat up and sat down hard on James' face. James had
been anticipating this treat. He saw Santa's cock pound his wife's pussy for
what seemed like hours, he saw the wetness, the heard the slurpy sounds, he
smelled the aroma of a freshly-fucked pussy and he lacked now was the taste of
the main course. He heard Santa say something to his wife, but he was too busy
staring at her pussy where Santa's semen had immediately come the surface and
begun to mix with her matted pussy hairs. It was dripping. James opened his
mouth to catch the droplets when he felt Cheryl's entire body pound on his
face.

James licked at her freshly fucked opening. Every inch. Every drop. He took in
every smell. So this is what freshly fucked pussy smells like, he told himself.
He knew he would never be the same after tonight. He lapped up every droplet of
love juices he could find.

Cheryl was beginning to enjoy the moment. She stretched back and adjusted
herself over her husband's face, but he felt him immediately pull her down
again. Boy, he was determined to keep her there, she thought. Then she felt a
cock nudge her nose. Santa was standing in front of her pushing his limp cock
into her mouth. She obliged. It was perfect. Her husband was licking her pussy
while she cleaned off Santa's cock. She began cradling Santa's balls in her
hands. His prick began to get hard. Cheryl swallowed Santa's cock in its
entirety.

James pushed Cheryl off and turned her around on her back. He spread her legs
and entered her as Santa knelt down to place his cock next to Cheryl's mouth.
"I have to fuck you, darling, I have to fuck you," said James who was standing
alongside the bed as he rammed Cheryl's pussy, which now rested on the bed's
edge, her legs spread wide apart. He held her ankles in his hands and forced
his cock into her wet, messy pussy. He was fucking her, but he was also getting
off on seeing his own cock enter his wife's pussy. That's what he had always
wanted. A close-up! Just like in the porn movies. Only this was real on two
fronts. James continued his relentless pounding.

Santa smiled and yelled out a hefty "Ho, Ho, Ho. It's almost time for my gift,
my Ho. My gift, indeed."

At that prompt James grunted and came inside of his wife's pussy. "That's it,
That's it," he said. 

Now, it's my turn Cheryl.

"Whatever do you mean?" Cheryl asked.

You can take off your blindfold. At the prompt Cheryl removed her blindfold and
took in the scene. Santa was searching for something in his Nike bag, her
husband was lying next to her catching his breath.

"Don't move Cheryl," Santa said. "I need you just the way you are." Santa was
carrying a digital camera and two pairs of pantyhose. He handed the pantyhose
to Cheryl.

"Yes?," Cheryl asked.

"Put one pair on, now," Santa said. 

Cheryl did as she was told. She removed her stockings revealing her cute
red-polished toes. The unhooked the garter belt and put the pantyhose on.

"Now play with yourself," Santa said. Push that pantyhose crotch deep inside
when you do. Get those juices flowing all over the hose. And I want you to come
in those hose."

Cheryl didn't hesitate. She was too caught up in the moment. Santa continued to
take pictures. Cheryl spread her legs more and rubbed her clitoris harder and
harder. The flash began to spark faster and faster. Cheryl began reliving the
double fuck she had just received and began to get hotter and hotter. She
pinched her clit and threw her head back and screamed.

"Perfect!" Santa said. "Now remove your pantyhose."

Cheryl wanted to do as she was told but she was exhausted. James helped remove
the hose, which were extremely wet at the crotch. He handed them to Santa, who
took a deep sniff of the crotch area of the hose before putting them back into
his Nike bag. "Now the second pair," Santa said. "Take the second pair."

Cheryl did as she was told.

"Insert it into your pussy. All of it."

Cheryl took the unworn pantyhose and began inserting the entire unit into her
wet crotch. She didn't think it possible at first, but the more she tried the
easier it became.

"Perfect!" Santa said as he clicked away. "Now take it out."

Cheryl pulled it out slowly. The pantyhose were caked in semen and Cheryl's
cum. Santa took the hose and placed it in a plastic bag before dropping into
his Nike gym bag.

"Now that we're done with the prologue," Santa said. "Shall we proceed the main
program?"

Cheryl wasn't sure she understood what she had just heard. "What,  -- what do
you mean?" Then she saw the handcuffs in Santa's hands. She didn't protest when
they placed them on her. She didn't protest when their tied her legs to the
bottom bed posts. She didn't protest when they took turns ravishing her body.
She didn't protest when they inserted a live vibrator in her well-fucked pussy
and another in her anal canal and left her alone for two hours enduring the
constant vibrations and orgasms. Cheryl didn't protest when they came on her
face, her tits, and her legs. She didn't protest when her husband fucked her
pussy while Santa fucked her ass. She didn't protest when James continued to
clean up the creamy mess after every performance. Cheryl just let it happen
with heightened anticipation of what would follow. Finally, as the dawn peeked
through the bedroom's blinds, Cheryl looked up to see Santa packing.

"I'm done here," Santa said. "I've filmed everything. And I've taken plenty of
photos. Both will be available at a price to be determined later. I always keep
the originals, but you are welcome to buy as many copies as you wish. That goes
for you too, Miss PTA co-president."

Cheryl laid back and closed her eyes. As she began fading into sleep she heard
a voice in the distance say, "Merry Christmas to all and to all a good
morning."

***THE END OF PART I***

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