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Subject: {ASSM} What I Really Want for Christmas
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What I really want for Christmas


    I awoke this morning at eleven o'clock. Christmas jingles played
on the  radio as I stretched my tired arms.  Tomorrow would be
Christmas morning.  I hated Christmas.  I never received anything I
ever wanted.  Would I get the present I always dreamed of tomorrow?
Probably not I thought to myself.  Slowly slipping out of bed, I
wandered to my window.  Pulling open the curtains I could not see my
present yet.  I hoped it was coming.  I begged my parents night and
day for one.  They told me to ask Santa for it and maybe he might
bring me it.

    Bouncing down the stairs, I went into the closet to get my coat.
My mother was busy giving the mailman his Christmas tip.  My mother
and I had the same taste in clothes.  She also liked to wear short
dresses.  The semi-cute mail carrier sat while she tried to find
his envelope on the top shelf in the kitchen.  Her ass popped right
out of the dress for the whole world to see.  What a flirt she was.
My mother had the roundest, smoothest ass I knew (Not that I ever felt
my mother*s ass or anything like that).  She had her breasts reduced
but still she had a big bosom.  If I looked half as good as my mother,
I would not mind growing old.  Knowing what kind of tip she had in
mind I told her to have fun.  I was going to eat breakfast at the
mall, though I would rather watch the mail carrier eat her breakfast
here.  My mother ignored me.  She kept on pretending she could not
find his tip so she bent over to look down in the bottom cabinets.
Her  legs spread and her pussy opened for business.  I saw the mail
clerk had a hard on so I left those two alone.  Without an audience,
my mother could complete her tip easier.

    The mall was only a couple of blocks away.  I had already bought
my family their Christmas presents.  Today I planned to ask Santa
Claus for what I wanted most in the world.  The time was 12:20.  The
mall would close at one do to the holidays. 

    When I arrived, there was a long line to see old Saint Nick so I
went to get some lunch instead.  Though the line was long, the cashier
was cute.  When it was my turn to order, I told him I wanted his Big
Mac unwrapped to go.  He shyly smiled.  Leaning to read the menu on
the counter, my nipples slipped out to eye the menu also.  I knew
where his eyes where when I looked up to order.  He took my order
promptly and handed me my tray personally.  On the tray, he gave me
some free fries and his phone number.  I think I might have found my
next partner.  Sitting at a table near the counter, I faced my new
prospect.  I could tell he watched me out of the corner of his eye.
Spreading my knees, I let him see what he was in for if we would go
out on a date.  While eating, I let one hand slip under the table
occasionally just to make sure he was still watching.  When I
heard him drop a large cola on the ground, I knew I had him hooked.
When dumping my tray into the garbage, I saw him drool over my half
exposed moon.  I liked a man who would drool on command.

    The time was now 12.55.  I had five minutes to run to Santa and
ask him for what I wanted most in life.  There was still a small line
waiting.  A fat, blubbering boy had just jumped onto Santa*s lap.  By
his expression, I could tell that hurt.  All that boy wanted was a
lollipop.  Once that kid left, I was the only one in line.

    "Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  Aren't you too old to sit on Santa's lap."

    "No, I am just the right age to sit on Santa's lap.  Besides, I
need your help in getting the present I always wanted."

    "And what is that my dear?"

    "I just turned eighteen a few weeks ago so I need to get myself a
set of wheels.  I tried to drop hints with my parents but they say
they can't afford it.  I was hoping you could give me one
for Christmas so I won't have to wait until my birthday to get one."

    "Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  So you want a new car.  That is a little big to
fit in Santa sled.  Wouldn't you settle for something else like
jewelry or something."

    "No.  I need a car and I will do anything in my power to get one.
You are my last hope."

    "I don't know.  I'm closing up now.  I don't think..."

    "Come on Santa.  At least let me sit in your lap.  You have to
grant me at least that."

    "OK my dear.  I will let you sit in my lap, but you should think
of something easier for Santa to deliver."

    Walking over to Santa, I dropped my coat, and spread my legs to
straddle his.  Leaning over with my hands on his knees, I told him
that I only wanted a car.  He just looked down and said nothing until
his red hat slipped off his head.  I could feel the material touch my
bare ass and a wave of pleasure shot through me.  His big hands
knicked my buttocks as he slowly grabbed his hat
and put it back on his head.  Leaning back against his big stomach, I
began to finger his beard.  The beard was actually real.  Looking at
the roots, I could not tell if he  dyed it or not.  Could he be?
No.  He could not be.  His chubby face could not hide his blush.
Wrapping my arms around his  neck, I lowered his head until his eyes
met mine.

    "So can I have that car for Christmas or not?"

    "How do I know if you deserve it?  Have you been naughty or nice?"

    "Oh Santa," I said in a sexy voice, "I definitely have been
naughty.  Oh what can I do to make up for my naughtiness?"

    "I'm not sure you can.  Maybe you should forget about a new car
for now. Maybe next year if you have been good I will get you your
car."

    "But I need it this year.  All my friends will be driving around
in their new cars.  They will all leave me in the dust if I don't get
one too.  Can't you do what my daddy always does when I'm naughty?"

    "And what is that my child."

    Rolling my dress up even further I replied, "can't you just spank
me?" 

    Upon saying that, I rolled onto my stomach.  Reaching for his
pudgy hand, I placed it on my behind.  He at first laughed at my
suggestion.  His belly shook like jelly. 

    "Go on.  I deserve what I get.  I have been naughty and I am
letting you spank me because of it.  Don't be afraid.  I tell you I
deserve it.  I will do anything to become a good girl if that
means I can get my car."

    With his rough hand firmly pressed against my ass, I could feel
him slide his hand to my crevice.  Then he let his fingers do the
feeling.

    "You really want that car don't you.  Well if spankings are what
you want, spankings are what you get."

    With that said, he began to make my ass red.  It had been a long
time since someone had properly punished me.  SMACK on my left cheek!
WHACK on my right cheek!  Each shot sent me forward an inch.  SMACK!
SMACK!  WHACK!  I could tell he enjoyed it.  I kind of did too.
After each smack he rubbed my sore ass.  SMACK!  WHACK!  As he rubbed
my ass this time, I could feel his finger hover over my hungry
asshole.

    "Yes Santa yes!"  I screamed wanting him to press his finger into
my ass. 

    He just teased me in between each spanking.  WHACK!  SMACK!
WHACK!  I began to sweat profusely from the excitement.  He did too.
Quickly letting his jacket fall to the ground, he continued his
assault on my guilty ass.  SMACK!  WHACK!  SMACK!  I was
enjoying every moment until he finally slipped his finger up my
asshole.

    "OH YEAH!!!"

    That was more than I could take.  With nothing I could do, I let
my orgasmic fluids drench his red pants.  Slipping his finger out of
my ass, he let me stand up.  Seeing his pants all soaked he
stood up too and tried to shake his legs dry.  He could not.

    "You've been a REALLY bad girl.  Santa now has to teach you a real
lesson.  You are to go into the elves' little house without a question
if you still want that car.

    Forcing me into the little elf play room, he barely squeezed in
after me. Quickly ridding himself of his pants, he had the thickest,
milky white thighs I have ever seen.  What drew my attention first was
the fact that they were hairless.  I wondered if  Mrs. Claus knew he
shaved his legs.  He threw his pants at me.

    "Since you sullied my only working pants, I want you to clean them
with your mouth. That's right.  I want you to suck your own jism out
of the pants."

    I loved the taste of my cum, but not the taste of his pants.
Wanting my car, I sat down and did as he told me.  Once I could taste
no more cum, I wiped my mouth clean with my arm and put down his
pants.  He sat in his white cotton briefs on a stool.  He had watched
me suck my own cum from his pants and his prick saluted my effort;
however, it only stood at half mast.   Since he did not look
completely satisfied, I spread my legs so he could see the weapon I
used to destroy his pants.  He just smiled.  With my finger, I began
to play with my clit. 

    "Now you're acting like a good girl.  Keep it up and I might just
get you that car."

    I could not believe I was jerking off in front of Santa Claus.  I
never knew Santa was such a kinky bastard.  If I knew this when I was
younger, I would have left something better than milk and
cookies for him every year.  Looking up at old Saint Nick, I could
tell he was enjoying my Christmas show to him.  His prick stood at
full attention now.  He had just begun to rub up and
down when I stopped him.

    "Why are you stopping me?  Did I tell you to stop me?"

    "I can't let you play with yourself.  A man of your stature
deserves better attention."

    "But I'm married?"

    "So.  You think I never did a married person before.  Just ask my
boss." 

    Standing in front of him, I let him lift my dress over my head and
onto the floor.  Standing naked in front of the person I grew to love
when I was a kid, I could feel my heart begin to pace.

    "All right.  If you don't mind.  I don't mind.  You do have sweet,
perky breasts.  May I?"

    "Of course Santa."

    With his hands, he began to feel my breasts.  I could feel my
precum drip down my legs as he began to suck on my melons.  His white
beard felt so smooth against my skin as if it was cotton. Boy could
this man eat breasts.  My nipples yearned for his tongue to lash out
at them. 

    Since my legs were getting weak from all this pleasure, he pulled
me onto his lap.  My lips caressed his.  His tongue met mine in a
loving embrace that lasted forever. Becoming flustered
from the heat of our passion, he let me take off his shirt.  It
shocked me to see that he did not have a pillow under his shirt.
Generally, I never liked fat men because they had too much hair on
their bodies.  I like my men sweatless and hairless;  however, his
fleshy exterior somehow drove me wild.  He shaved his chest as well as
his stomach.  Running my fingertips over his skin, I never felt
a softer body in my life.  Not even my teddy bears could compare.
This was a body I would not mind sleeping on top of every night for
the rest of my life.  Mrs. Claus was one lucky woman.  My
tongue slid over his breast as if it was ice-cream.  His breasts were
almost as big as mine.  After nibbling on his nipples, I slid down and
nestled my face in his stomach roll. I could have fallen
asleep on his stomach.  I loved the smooth, soft feeling of his
paunch.  My boss was the only overweight person I had ever slept with
before.  Only out of shape,  his stomach did not compare to
this one.  Feeling his flesh made him laugh.

    "You like my fat.   Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  It's OK.  You are slowly
becoming a good girl in my eyes.  Tickle me again."

    I like the way his stomach rolled when he laughed.  His whole body
shook. Putting my ear to his soft belly, I tickled him again.  I loved
the way my face melted into his flesh when he laughed.  I could have
fallen in love with that laugh if he was single.

    Slipping even farther down, I wanted to see the big package for
myself. Reaching under his belly roll for his underwear, I pulled them
off as he lifted his behind off the stool.  I could not believe the
size of it.  His dick must have been 10 inches long and 3 inches
thick.  My dildo could not even compare to this monstrosity.  I did
not know if my body could handle that mass.  I could barely wrap my
hand around its shaft.  Using both hands, I began to jerk him 
off.  He leaned back against the wall with a pleasurable sigh.

    "You sure know how to handle my cock sweet thing."

    "Well Santa, I had much practice."

    His thick skin went up and down to the movement of my hands.  Not
circumcised, his prick was very sensitive.  Even though I enjoyed
jerking his long cock up and down, the one thing I really wanted to
see now was his ass.  I wanted to see how round and smooth an ass of
his proportion could be.  That was my favorite body part.  I usually
liked them lean and tight, but I was curious to see his.  Grabbing his
thighs, I gave the stool a turn and his back swung around to me.
At first surprised, he did not know what to expect until I began to
kiss the back of his neck as I worked my way downward.

    "So you're trying to kiss my ass.  Ass kissing works for me.  I
now see you as neither bad nor good.  The farther you go, the better
in my eyes you become."

    He had no hair on his body except for his beard and head.  His
back was completely bare and smooth like his front.  I began to
massage his heavy skin.  The round orb like butt cheeks hung off the
stool his ass was so big and beautiful.

    "Santa, why do you have no hair on your body?"

    "Ms. Claus does not like me hairy.  She prefers me smooth like a
baby. Since we have no children, I have to be her baby.  She likes to
breast feed and diaper me."

    "Ms. Claus is one kinky bitch!"

    "That's right.  And that is the way I like it.  We have not had
normal sex in twenty years. So be gentle with me."

    "I will.  Now I want you to roll onto your stomach.  Make sure
your dick is reachable."

    "Why?"

    "Trust me."

    I began to feel his butt crack up and down.  I liked the feeling
of his fat cheeks against my hand.  It felt as if they ran between two
clouds.  Now I knew why men liked to feel my breasts all 
the time.  As he jerked himself off, I nestled my face in his ass.
And I thought his stomach made a good pillow.  His ass was smoother
than a baby's.  His asshole was even bigger than mine.

    One of my partners told me to do this to him once while on a
camping trip.  He told me the surprise of this action would make men
go wild.  Believing him, I pulled one of his six inch walls of flesh
to one side and slipped one finger completely up Santa's big ass.
His asshole was so huge, he did not notice.  I then tried to slip him
a double whammy.  His whole fat body shuttered.

    "Oh my God!  What was that?.  Oh yes!  What was that?"

    "Don't worry Santa.  Just lie back down and enjoy."

    I could tell he had never experienced anything like that before.
I slipped three fingers up his ass now.

    "Oh YEAH!  More.  More.  Please."

    Slipping a fourth finger up his ass, I watched him lean forward in
joyful pain.

    "Oh yes!  The pain and the pleasure.  If I knew this felt so good,
I would have tried this years ago.  More.  More.  I want more."

    My boyfriend who taught me this could only take three fingers.  I
know stuck my whole hand up his ass.  His butt cheeks enveloped my
whole hand.  Though it was a tight fit, his smooth, warm skin felt
heavenly around my wrist.  I took my hand out slowly so he would not
waste his cum too early.

    Santa turned his head toward me with a tear of joy in his eye and
exclaimed, "Mrs. Claus always called me anal.  I guess she was right.
Finger me some more please."

     "Sure."

    Sticking three fingers in his plump ass, he began to ride my
fingers. Pushing his ass up my fingers, his butt cheeks ate my hand
again.  I could not even take  three up my ass.  When he rolled
forward, a wave of flesh jetted from the base of his butt up his back
and finished finally at the rolls in his neck.  I loved to see flesh
roll.

    When his body finally fell back down to the stool without moving,
I could tell he could not take anymore.  I slipped my three fingers
out of his ass. I then wrapped my arms around his corpulent sides to
his waiting prick.  I could just barely touch it with my fingers.
Smushing my face in his ass, I finally fixed my grip and began to jerk
him off again.  I wish I could have stayed in this position forever
his skin was so soft.  I nestled his ass as I jerked him off.  His ass
was smoother than tissue paper.  I was curious to taste his ass.  I
had never done this before, though I read about it on my computer.
With my face smushed in his ass, this was a good of time as any to do
it.  Slipping out my tongue, I began to lick his sweaty but sweet ass
crack.

    "You tongue is better than toilet paper."

    "Thanks Santa."

    For a fat man, he sure kept his body clean.  It felt as if I was
licking my own breasts. Deciding I had him in a good position, I
wanted to experiment more.  I have heard about this but
never did I attempt to try it before.  If Santa liked when I fingered
him, he would not say anything now.  With my tongue, I began to eat
his asshole.  I could not believe what a horny devil I was.
Experimentation drove me wild.  I could feel my hot juices drip down
my legs again.  I had to slow down my jerking while I tasted his ass
for his dick was pulsing in my hand ready to blow at any moment.  His
ass tasted like chocolate.  I never knew ass could taste that way.
Was chocolate made of shit?  Or was that where Santa hid his sweets
from Mrs. Claus? 

    "That's it.  You are now turning into a good girl.  Oh yeah!
More.  More.  More."

    Since my hand loosened his asshole immensely, it was easy to slip
my tongue in and out his ass.  I licked deeply, then around and around
making sure I licked up all the chocolate melted inside.  With his
massive butt cheeks caressing my face cheeks,  I never wanted to touch
velvet again.

    Eating his ass was great, but sucking his hard cock sounded even
better. I spun him around so that his hand hit my pussy.  He wanted to
eat me then but I wanted to eat him more. 

    "You will get your dessert soon.  But first though Santa, I want
to get my just desert.  You know, ladies first they always say."

    "Fine with me."

    He sat back up on the stool and lifted his stomach roll off his
penis for me.  His dick pulsed against his big soft paunch.  With my
mouth, I began to play with his smooth balls.  I had not eaten
smooth balls since I was twelve.  He had very ticklish balls to my
delight. (HoHoHo)  While I sucked on him, his stomach bounced up and
down.  (HoHoHo)  He had very ticklish balls.  I tortured him more by
licking his nuts as I sucked them.  (HOHOHO) When I pulled them
downward, he could not take it any longer.  I then let his balls flop
back down to his thick thighs. He still could not stop giggling.  His
stomach bounced up and down like a yo-yo.

    With my tongue, I began to lick up and down his long thick shaft.
That made him happy. Moving to his head, I noticed all the precum that
he kept waiting for me.  I licked the precum into my mouth.  A string
of it stretched from his prick to my lips.  Then it broke and left a
strip of precum down my face.  I licked his prick as if it was a
lollipop.  How many licks would it take to get to the tootsie roll
inside.  I did not want to find out.  Instead, I let his dickhead part
my lips as I enveloped its whole head in my mouth.  With my tongue, I
drank what remained of his sweat nectar.  It tasted just like salty
snow.

    "You like the taste of my precum.  Keep sucking the way you are
and you should taste more soon.  You are turning into a very good
girl."

    I said nothing as he put his hand on my head and his fingers in my
hair. Slipping my mouth farther down, I could not believe how sweet
his prick tasted.  It was like a huge candy cane. Could this be the
real Santa?  No.  It just could not be.  I did not care at
this moment.  I just wanted to suck his big cock dry.

    While I slid my mouth up and down his shaft, I slid my hands
around his waist and fingered his smooth buttocks.  He surprised me
when he slowly lowered me farther down on his massive
cock.  I was not sure if I could take all of it in.  He must have
known what he was doing for he pushed me all the way down until I
swallowed the whole thing.  I could feel his manhood deep
inside my throat.  I almost gasped for breath.  Once all the way down,
I began to lick his whole shaft with my tongue.  Around and around I
let my tongue roll.  I felt a splash of warm liquid shoot into the
back of my throat.  I became disheartened.  I did not want it to end
now.

    "Don't worry my dear.  That was only precum.  I don't precum that
often, but when I do it feels like a shot of cum."

    Upon saying that, he began to face fuck me.  My mouth felt like it
would explode.  In and out he shoved his fat piece of meat.  I had no
choice but to follow.  His huge dick slammed into the back of my
throat repeatedly making me almost gag.  I loved it.  Once it began to
pulse, he slowed up.  I was glad Santa Claus did not want to come that
easily either.  He pulled his dick out of my mouth.  Boy did I have
lockjaw after that.

    "Now it is my turn for dessert.  Boy am I hungry."

    Grabbing me by my shoulders, he slowly led me down to the floor.
Spreading my legs, I let him taste my juicy snatch.  Already wet, he
enjoyed the taste.  I could tell by the way his big fat ass wiggled in
the air as he kneeled that his favorite snack was a young, juicy
pussy.  The one thing fat people know how to do well is eat.  Boy did
he eat me out.  His tongue licked my labia clean. Then it tantalized
my clitoris until I came again.  He began to feel guilty about eating
and not offering me a bite so he turned around and kneeled over my
face.  At first I thought he wanted me to eat his ass out again.  I
was willing to do it.  Then he slowly and carefully leaned forward
into a 69 position.  His thunderous thighs warmed my ears as his flesh
covered my view as he began to eat me out again.  I followed suit.
With not much choice, I had to swallow him to the base.  I wrapped my
arms around his thick waist for support.  For a middle-aged man, he
kept very good care of his skin.  My boss did not.  Santa had the face
of an old man but a body of a big, huggable baby.  I wished I could
work for Santa for the rest of my life.

    With his tongue whipping around my loins, I began to hunger for
more.  He flicked his tongue in and out of me like a cat does her
milk.  I had to lie there and enjoy it.  I wanted to moan loudly but
his cock gagged me.  I preferred a cock as a gag compared to a sock
or underwear.  It tastes a whole lot better.  Another precum shot hit
the back of my throat to my delight.

    Once he finished cleaning me out again, he rolled off me and laid
on his back.

    "You know what I want next.  Come over here and sit on Santa's lap
again. Now ask me what you want for Christmas."

    Straddling his waist, I lined his thick prick with my pussy and
sat down slowly.

    "I want your big cock inside me."

    "I thought so.  Now sit down like a good girl and I will give you
your present."

    I could feel his manhood completely fill my cunt and I was not
even half way down. Slowly but surely, I let gravity stretch my vagina
to accommodate his hugeness.  With my hands sinking into his soft
belly, I began to bounce up and down.  His body was so elastic that I
did not have to put much effort into bouncing once I started.  Leaning
forward occasionally, I let my tits press up against his while our
lips locked.  When I was a little girl, I used to lie on my big soft
teddy bear with my dildo between its legs.  Now it was for real.  I
could not believe my delight.

   Santa was steadily turning me into a chubby chaser.  On every up
motion, his stomach rolled forward into his breasts that rolled to his
shoulders.  Then when I came back down, his soft stomach molded
perfectly back around my thighs keeping them as warm as could be.
Gripping his nipple in my teeth, I pulled his plump breast about six
inches off his body and let it go in a snap. By the look on his face,
I could tell he was about to explode inside me.  I did not want this
to end now.  Gone tomorrow,  I would not see him probably ever again.
This moment had to last.  I wanted it to be worth his time so he would
come back to me around the same time next year.

    Letting his pleasure subside Santa watched me as I shook my ass
for him.

    "Come on Santa.  Ride me like you ride your reindeer."
    "Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  Just want Santa wanted for Christmas."

    I wanted to feel his big prick up my ass more than anything else
now.  Plopping his stomach on top of my back, he began to rub his
bulbous head against my asshole.  I backed up to show it was all
right.  Sticking his dick back up my soaked pussy first, he slicked up
his prick in my own cum.

    "Oh Yes!" I moaned.  That surprise made me cum again soaking his
prick in some fresh juice.

    He then slid his massive pride out of my juicy pussy and into my
tight and waiting ass. Pain followed ecstasy as he slowly opened me up
like a screw in a board.  With one hand feeling my pussy from behind,
the other one gripped my breasts and pulled me upward to his awaiting
lips. I loved the dominate way he moved me.  I felt like putty in his
massive arms. Letting go of my wet snatch he cuffed both of my
breasts.  I sank into his soft mass of flesh.  In and out ripped his
prick. I was never a very big fan of anal sex before.  Now I never
wanted him to stop.  Every time his fat stomach bounced into my ass,
my body tried to split apart to accommodate him. A gusher of my
own cum dripped down my leg.  Between his sweaty body and my wet legs,
we were slipping and sliding all over the place.  In, out, in, out, I
never wanted it to end.  I had already cum four times today if you do
not include the shower power.  I did not think I could take
this all pleasure in one day.  I held his weight up as best as
possible.  He tried to help by holding onto my thighs.  With
each thrust, he almost sent me flying on my face.  Soon my asshole
became loose enough to let his body bounce off my ass with little
effort.

    After five minutes of anal ecstasy, he stopped suddenly.  The
lights in the mall had just gone out.  They must have been closing up
for Christmas.  There was not much time before they would discover our
private hideaway.  We had been going at it for over an hour
now.  Exhausted, I laid dead on the floor.  I could not believe he out
lasted me.

    "Hey!  I'm not done yet.  If you still want your car, you're still
going to have to be my love slave."

    I said nothing to Santa.  He rolled me over onto my back.  The
fifth time had to be the charmer.

    "I am ready for the final take if you are.  Let me see what you
have left big boy." 

    Gravity pulled his fat to my body as he crawled on top of me.  I
felt like a helpless victim and he was a horny bear ready to take
advantage of me (I felt like I was camping in the woods
again.).  Slowly he lowered his stomach until I could no longer see
his glorious prick.  Boy could I feel it though.  First he rubbed his
precum into my pussy juices.  Then he slowly sank his massive
prick into my loins.  Deeper and deeper it sank into me.  When he
stopped for a second, I thought he was fully inside me.  I was wrong.
He was just catching his breath. Holding his four hundred pounds off
me took a lot more effort than I imagined.  Then he went even
deeper.  I tried not to let out a moan but I could not help myself.
It felt SSSSoooooo good!  Nobody had ever filled me like this before.
I could feel his prick touch the back of my pussy.  His weight
intensified the pressure. 

    I guessed Santa never heard the rumor that fat men cum quickly.
He fucked me none stop. His fat ass kept the pressure going and going.
I was cumming and cumming again.  I had never had multi-orgasms like
this.  Boy Christmas was turning into my favorite holiday.

    As he humped me, his flab rolled up his torso.  Gravity pulled his
stomach about a foot from his body.  His fat tits dangled in front of
my lips.  Reaching up, I began to play with his nipples.  I have never
had sex with a woman before but now I might  change my mind.  I loved
the feel of his breasts as they slammed forward and back against his
body.  All that gyrating flesh sent me over the edge.

    "YES!  YES!  YES!  I'm CUMMING!"  I yelled, not caring if the
guard outside found us or not.

    I could feel him pushing inside me deeper.  He was about to blow
his wad. Leaning all his weight on my thin body, he made a final leap
inside me.  Squeezing my nipple as he completely immersed his prick
inside me, I came with him.  I had never felt anyone cum inside of me
like that before.  With his head touching the wall of my vagina, his
warm sperm jetted off my cunt wall and back out of me.

    Because he filled my pussy to the brink, there was hardly any room
for his cum.  His cum slowly dripped down the shaft of his prick and
down my legs also.  He laid with his prick completely inside me.
Exhausted, we stayed this way for a couple of minutes. Though he laid
on top of me, he did not crush me.  I loved the feeling of his flesh
oozing down on top of me.  As we laid, I could feel his prick shrink
inside me.  We would have stayed like this all night if we did not
hear the night guard's keys jingle outside.

    "He's close.  We better get dressed," Santa said.

    "Fuck no!  I am not letting your cum drenched prick out of my
sight.  Now keep your pants down until I'm done.  The guard will have
to wait."

    I really did not care if the guard caught us or not.  I just
wanted one more taste of his candy cane.  With confidence, I took his
whole cock in my mouth.  Our cum added a salty pizzazz to his
sweet dick but I did not care.  So much cum, so little time I thought
to myself.  When I saw the flashlight, I stopped.  I did not want to
get Santa Claus fired.  He quickly found his shirt and put it
on while I quickly slipped into my dress.  We could tell the security
guard was close to discovering us.   We could hear his every footstep.
Once the  flashlight peered into our little fun hut, we knew he caught
us.  Santa's fat prick still swung in the air.  Before the guard
lowered his head to look inside, I slowly crawled my way out.  Seeing
his boots, I knew he was a man.  I felt better now.  Knowing that my
wet ass hung slightly out of my dress, I knew I would have no
problem getting out of the mall that night.  Upon looking up, I
followed the man's huge thighs to his bulging belly.  He was fatter
than Santa if that was believable.  When I finally saw his big,
chubby, black face, I noticed his eyes glared at my exposed breasts.
He must have been eighteen years old at the most.  I could have sworn
he was a member of the Fat Boys rap  group. Helping me to my
feet, I slowly tucked in my breasts.

    "What the hell are you doing hiding in there?  Did you think I
wouldn't notice?"

    Actually yes.  He looked way too fat to fit into the elves little
house. "I was asking Santa for a special Christmas present."

    Just then, Saint Nick crawled out of the elves' house.  The stain
still remained on his pants from my first orgasm during the spankings.
I think the guard understood what I meant now by present.

    "All right Santa!"  he exclaimed in surprise.

    "Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  It is good to be the Santa."

    "So is that what I have to do to get what I want from you Santa.
Now I know for next time. I always wondered why my sisters always
received better presents than me. Next year I'll get what I want.  He!
He!  He!"

    As Santa gathered up his goods, I flirted with this huge guard.  I
had never had a black man before let alone a big fat one.  Once
everything was in order, the cute guard escorted us to the door.  With
one arm around Santa Claus and the other around the guard, we stopped
at the double doors.  I knew what I wanted next year: double the
pleasure.  I let both men grip my wet ass as we exited the store.
Having the guard give me his number, I knew I would be trying his
Hershey bar soon.  I did not want to let my Santa go though.  He gave
me pleasures beyond my wildest fantasies.  He gave me a whole new
prospective on Christmas cheer..  Before he walked out of my
life, he handed me a present.  He told me to open it on Christmas
morning.  It would be a reminder of the one amazing night we had
together.  Then he parted my lips with his tongue one last time.

    Walking northward, I followed him with my eyes until his hulking
mass faded over the horizon.  I walked home alone.  When I got home, I
did not see my dad's car in the driveway.  He must be sleeping over
his secretary's house again.  My mother was asleep with the mailman so
I had to quietly sneak into my room.  Slipping out of my dress, I
looked at the present Santa gave me. I had to open it early.  Upon
unwrapping it and pulling off the lid, I  found two items and a note.
The note read thus:



To my naughty princess,
    I will always remember the pleasure you gave me.  You made
Santa feel like a horny teddy bear.  Mrs. Claus will be happy to see
my sexual animal released from its cage once again. I Thought I lost
the key to that lock for good. I left you my hat and underwear to
remember me by.  The next time we meet, I want you to wear only both
of them.  Try them on to see if they fit as soon as possible.  I think
you will appreciate them immensely.

                        Making all your wet dreams cum true,

                                            Jollier Saint Nick



    Taking the underwear out of the box, I could not believe the size:
60!!! When I put it on, it almost fell off.  This would always remind
me of his wonderfully plump ass. Grabbing the hat, I attempted to put
that on too but something fell out of it.  Looking down to see what it
could have possibly have been, I could not believe my eyes.  Picking
it up, I read the chain attached to it.  It read:  Thanks for the
memories, Santa.  I could not believe it.  He left me keys.  Keys to
what? Running to the window, I looked outside.  In the driveway was a
new Porsche. I thought I must have been dreaming.  He could not have
been the real Santa Claus.  Or could he?  Then, up in the air across
the moon lit sky, I saw a mighty sleigh being pulled by nine reindeer.
The leading reindeer had a very shiny prick.  Sitting in that sleigh
was my Saint Nick.

    Totally naked, he screamed to me, "Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  Merry Christmas
to all, and to all a wet night!


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