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.

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

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.

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

"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