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Subject: {ASSM} Betty Boots Boinks Santa (MF)
Date: Sat, 18 Jan 2003 21:10:04 -0500
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This is either the latest 2002 Christmas story or the earliest 2003 one...


Betty Boots' Best Christmas

by Tom Thumper



'Twas the night before Christmas when Betty Boots was woken
from her wet dream of big dripping candy canes by a thump
and then a clunk from her apartment's living room.  Her big
blue eyes popped open as she listened to a rustling then
the curse of a man's voice.

Excited, Betty slipped out of bed and crept towards the
living room, the cool night air raising goose bumps all
over her voluptuous body.  The pink frilly teddy she wore
was frightfully thin, but Betty didn't mind the cold.  She
was convinced she was going to catch Santa Claus!

Eight years ago when she was sixteen she had hid behind the
couch as Santa put presents under the Christmas tree.
Since she was in grade one friends had tried to convince
her that Santa wasn't real, but Betty was a special girl.
She just really really loved Santa.  As Santa slipped the last
present under the tree that night, her mother had
come out of the bedroom wearing only a pair of white
stockings and gave Santa a very friendly hug.  In return
Santa gave Betty's mum a very sexy workout that night.
Betty got quite an education.

Unfortunately, the next day when Betty's salesman Dad called
from the road, Betty had told him all about Santa's exciting
visit.  He had gotten very upset and yelled at both Betty
and her mum.  He hung up and they never saw him again.
Betty's mum was angry and had throw Betty out of the house
for good.  From then on Betty had to rely on the kindness
of friendly male strangers, who were always happy to help
the plucky, busty, blonde beauty.

Sneaking towards her apartment living room, Betty was very
excited.  It was Christmas and Santa had come to visit her!
She wasn't angry about her parents split or her
abandonment.  She had never connected the events.  No,
Betty was happy and excited as a particularly naive
schoolgirl.  Santa was in her living room!  She tried not
to skip with glee as she slipped into the unlit room.

Santa was bent over the entertainment center.  Perhaps,
Betty thought, he was leaving a holiday CD in her stereo.
She hoped it was someone sexy and sophisticated like
Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera.

Betty flushed.  Santa had sure slimmed down since the last
time.  He had the firmest butt that showed off very well
indeed in his tight blue jeans.  He must have started going
to the gym because his muscles bulged beneath his black
sweater.  He still wore a red Santa hat, which made sense
since he was Santa.

"Ohhhh...  Santa," she said, half out of happiness to find
him bringing her presents and half because WOW! he was
really built.

Santa started and turned around.  Betty was confused.
Instead of being old with a white beard, he was young, with
chiseled features, short spiky black hair and green
vigorous eyes.  But then again, Betty thought, Santa was a
magical man.  Perhaps this was how he appeared to lonely
young women who were positively bursting out of their
teddies.

"I'm sorry Santa," said Betty in a bashful voice, after
flicking on the lights.  Santa was looking very nervous.
He had dropped his bag of presents with a clank and if she
didn't know better she would have said he was about to make
a break for it.

"I'm sorry Santa," she repeated.  "I know I should be
tucked in bed like a good girl.  But I got so very excited
when I heard you delivering the presents."

Santa's mouth dropped open and it took him a moment to say
anything.

"Santa?" he finally managed to say in a marvelously deep
voice.

"You can't fool me, Santa," Betty said proudly, sticking
out her magnificent chest.  "I'm smart.  You may not look
like Saint Nick, but who else would be bringing me presents
tonight?  The Easter Bunny?"

"I-- I guess you caught me," Santa said, goggling at
Betty's buxom bosom.  The fabric of her teddy was light and
sheer, almost transparent.  She obviously wasn't wearing a
bra and her sizeable jugs jostled together amiably.  Santa
could even catch the hint of her breast's dark areolas.

"Well," he gulped.  "I should go."  He reached to pick up
his sack.  "Lots of boys and girls to visit."

"Oh no, Santa!" Betty exclaimed, clutching him to her
bosom.  "Please don't go yet!  Have some milk and cookies."

Santa got a strange look on his face as the buxom blonde
rubbed up and down him in her small frilly teddy.  Without
her noticing he flipped up the back of her nightie.  He
broke into a grin.  This girl had gone to bed without any
panties!

"Okay," he said.  "I'll stay a bit."  He settled down in a
brown comfy chair and let Betty serve him his milk and
cookies.  "Any beer?"  Betty got Santa a tall cool one,
which he guzzled, in one swig.

"Ah!"  He plopped the bottle down and looked up at Betty,
who was hovering over him expectantly, twirling her blonde
locks in her fingers, and accidentally giving him a preview
of her equally blonde nether locks as well.  He stretched
and then asked with a grin.  "So what do you want for
Christmas little girl?"

"I thought you'd never ask, Santa!" exclaimed Betty.  She
jumped onto Santa's lap, making him go Ooof! and slip his
hand up the back of her teddy -- all the way up to her
shoulder blades.  Betty was so excited she paid no
attention to Santa's paw.

"But you have to ask me the other question first, Santa,"
demanded Betty, bouncing on Santa's lap.

"Holy f--" Santa caught himself just in time as Betty gave
his lap the bouncing of its life.  "What question honey?"

"The naughty or nice question!" Betty said impatiently.
"What's wrong with you, Santa?"

Santa was breathing the sweet yeast of Betty's breasts so
had to shake his head to answer the question.

"Oh, yes!  Naughty or nice.  Sorry, my girlfriend -- I mean
-- Mrs. Claus left me for one of the elves."  He eased his
hand lower till it rested on her full round bottom.  Man,
this chick was all curves!

"That's awful, Santa!" said Betty, wrapping her full round
lips around the 'aw' in awful.

"Yes.  I walked in on them," said Santa.  "Have you ever
seen an elf with a twelve inch dick?"

"Not an elf."  Betty shuddered.  "But twelve inches is a
lot for any gal to take, let me tell you."  She blushed,
realizing that Santa was studying her closely.

"Hmmm...  So you know exactly how she feels," he said,
giving her bottom a squeeze.  Betty giggled and wiggled.
"So Santa has been all alone since June, and what with my
work I don't got to meet cute little scamps like you,
except for around Christmas."

"Poor Santa!" cried Betty.  "So there's been no one to...
relieve all the pressure?"  Betty grinned.  Santa might not
be twelve inches but she was pretty sure he was pushing
nine, judging from what a bumpy lap she was sitting on.

"Yes, it's just been me and the reindeer," said Santa.

"Oh, Santa," Betty said in a shocked voice.  "You haven't
been using Cupid or Comet that way have you?"

"What way is that?" asked Santa, running his finger down
between her soft ass cheeks.

"You know."  Betty squirmed.  "Like when a woman bends over
and a man takes his...candy cane and slides it into her
stocking..."

"Oh, reindeer-style," Santa drawled.  "No, I've never
gotten that desperate."  He locked Betty in his gaze.
"What about you?  Have you been a good girl this year?  I
hope you haven't been getting your stocking stuffed, too
much.  Though you're very, very stuffable."

"Well..."  Betty looked very guilty.  "I've been pretty
good."

"Betty," Santa said sternly.  "Remember who you are talking
to."

Betty tugged at the neck of Santa's sweater.

"I didn't know about my mistletoe print dress until Mr.
Stevenson and Mr. Johnson took me into the coat room and
explained," she said in a defensive dress.  "It was lucky
Mr. Johnson told me to take it off, cause while they were
performing the traditional punishment Mr. Stevenson
splattered all over me with his big dick!

Santa's eyes widened as he imagined the banging of Betty
Boots in the coat closet.  His pants were getting tighter
and tighter, nuzzling Betty's sexy bottom.

"I got pretty tipsy as well," admitted Betty.  "But I did a
good deed!  I gave Tim, the office boy, a hand job cause of
the cock cancer."

"Cock cancer?"

"Yes," said Betty, biting her lip trying to remember.  "He
was afraid he might have cock cancer and the only way to
know was to... you know, try to cum.  But he didn't want to
find out all alone.  So I..."  Betty grinned sheepishly.
"I gave him a hand job."

"And?" asked Santa, shifting with exquisite discomfort.

"Oh, he came really really well!"  Betty giggled.  "I
decided to really make sure he was A-okay, so I sucked on
him till he came again."  Betty licked her full lips.  "He
tasted very healthy!"  She glanced at Santa nervously.  "I
like tasting cocks.  Is that naughty?"

"Ho! Ho! No!"  Santa bounced Betty on his knee watching her
breasts jiggle as her rump pounded his bulge.  "Except
Santa isn't sure if you're not just a little naughty," he
said.  "The last time I looked at you closely was when you
were sixteen."  He wiggled the end of her button nose.
"You were in the shower getting all soapy.  My how you've
sprouted since then!"

"In the shower?"  Betty squeaked.  "Oh gosh, I wasn't using
the shower head was I?  You know, the naughty way."  When
Santa nodded Betty turned bright red.  "But, but I have to,
cause if I don't I just can concentrate on anything.  Even
now..."  Betty was crossing and uncrossing her legs and
nuzzling against Santa's broad chest.

"There, there," said Santa, giving Betty's bottom a
comforting pat.  "I know a vigorous girl like you needs to
let off steam if she's going to try and be nice."  Betty
calmed down and rested her head on Santa's shoulder.

"I decided I should visit you tonight and have a good look
at you, because I know how hard you try to be a good girl,"
he explained.  "Sometimes Santa needs to really exam the
borderline naughty girls."

Betty's eyes widened, and she sat up straight on Santa's
lap.

"You want to see me naked?" she asked, her voice a little
shocked.

"Yes," wheedled Santa.  "That way I can be really sure if
you are naughty or nice.  You want your presents, don't
you?"

"I do!  I do!" exclaimed Betty.  "I guess it's okay --
since it's you Santa."  Betty amiably reached down and took
hold of the hem of her fuzzy pink teddy.

"Now that's the first sign of a good girl!"  Santa helped
Betty slip the teddy over her head, and had her hold her
arms up in the air as he feasted his eyes of Betty's supple
peachy body.  With her perfect complexion and the lotion
she rubbed all over herself by her open window each night,
she was good enough to eat.

Santa groaned as his eyes unsuccessfully tried to get as
big as Betty's firm melons.  Around each nipple was a
large, light-chocolate areola, like the ring around a
particularly high scoring bulls-eye.

"What's the matter, Santa Claus?" asked Betty, putting her
arms around him.  "You seemed bothered."

"Oh, it's nothing," he said, pulling Betty's warm, curvy
body closer.  "It is just that Mrs. Claus has nice firm
tits like yours.  I loved to suck on her nipples.  They
were so tasty."  Santa's voice was heavy with pathos.

After a moment of silent considering, Betty spoke up in a
kindly voice.

"You could suck my nipples, if you'd like.  I mean, I know
it wouldn't be the same as Mrs. Claus, but maybe it would
help."  She squirmed with delight.  She was proud of her
breasts and having her nipples sucked made her all squishy.

"If you're sure you don't mind," said Santa quickly, taking
her knockers in his large hands and gently squeezing them.
How ripe they were!  Betty shook her head, a happy half
grin lighting up her face.

"Thank you very much."  Santa gently took the nearest
nipple into his mouth and began to suck.  Betty's nipples
had hardened at the mere idea of Santa having a go and each
were nearly an inch long.  Santa closed his eyes as he
began to draw on the tasty teat.  Betty moaned and rubbed
herself on his lap, pushing her breasts into his face.
God, she loved to be sucked!  Her pussy was drippy with
delight.

"Oh, Santa!" she gasped.  "You're so big!  What do you have
in your pants?"  Betty swiveled so she straddled Santa and
could better rub up and down his lap.  Her pussy lips had
spread apart easily to nestle on the rise of his jeans.

"I'm sorry, my breasty beauty," said Santa, nosing his way
between Betty's heaving knockers.  "It's been so long since
I felt the touch of a woman.  I've even started letting
young women sit on my lap.  In Switzerland this Inga in a
Heidi skirt hopped up, popped the buttons on my pants and
pulled out my stiff dick.  She was a horny girl who loved
to bounce up and down."  Santa gripped Betty's hips and
grinded her as he spoke.  "Damned if she didn't wrap her
pussy lips right around me!  And this was all in a crowded
mall.  She batted her eyes and waved to her friends.  Her
cunt muscles rippled up and down me as she asked for a
pretty pair of shoes for Christmas.  The she leaned in and
whispered:  "Oh Sinterklaas, I want you to use your big cock
to fill up my belly!"  Then in a louder voice she said, "Oh
yah!  Bounce me on your knee, yah!"  And she rode my dick
surrounded by my elves, mummies and daddies, their children
and her lewd little girlfriends until I erupted into her.
The last time I saw her she indeed did have a big belly and
tits almost as big as these."  He squeezed Betty's boobs
together and sucked each nipple with a long hard pull at
the end.

"What a saucy girl!  And how selfish not to consider your
feelings," said Betty, pulling off Santa's cap and putting
it on.  "I think it is high time someone be your Santa.
Or," she grinned.  "Be your Ms. Santa!"  She stripped off
Santa's sweater and marveled at the sculpted bronze muscles
underneath.  Playfully, she tugged on his nipples.  "What
nice buttons you have Santa!"  Then she whispered naughty
things in his ear.  "You want to ride the boobie train,
Santa?  You want to check out my caboose?  I bet you could
make me blow the whistle, Santa."

"Get some steam going, baby!"  He slapped her ample bottom.
"Run to your bedroom and Santa will follow with the biggest
candy cane you've ever had."

So Betty ran, her boobs bouncing, giggling lustily, and
Santa followed, dropping his pants and letting his cock
wave in the air.

Betty tripped on a pair of high-heeled boots and fell face
down on her bed, her boobs splayed out on either side of
her.  Before she could move Santa caught up, raised her
bottom and started sliding his slippery dick between her
plump ass cheeks.

"Santa!" laughed Betty.  "What a naughty boy you are!"

"What a wet girl you are!"  Santa spread Betty's legs and
dipped his fingers into her sodden snatch.

"Oooo...  Santa," groaned Betty.

"Just how I like my ho's," chuckled Santa.  He withdrew his
fingers and gripped his dick.  "Here comes Santa Claus!
Right down Betty's cunty lane!"  He fed his dick into
Betty's pussy, reindeer style.

"Oh, Santa!"  Betty lost her balance and ended up with her
head buried in pillows and stuffed animals.

"Ho!  Ho!  Hooo!" moaned Santa, his cock buried in the
pussy of the beautiful woman's body.  Her round toned ass
was up in the air, her boobs bounced with each thrust, her
head was lost the pillows.

"Mmmmffer!" Betty tried to say, flailing her arms.

"Oh yes!  You hot bitch!" cried Santa, battering her bottom
with the pent up lust of the last six months.  All he
wanted was release and the liquid snugness of this beauty's
snatch on his red-hot cock.  That she was temporarily
headless just made him more animal, more Satan than Santa.

"Ahhh...mmmph!" went Betty as Santa's dick stretched her
wet pussy.  She tried to pull her head from the pillows but
Santa was ramming her so hard all she could do was ride him
like an extremely busty cowgirl.  He was fucking her so
fast and the air was so hot and close under the pillows,
teddy bears and her tickle-me-Elmo.  She felt like the
naughtiest fuck doll you might buy at the back of a porno-
rag.  He was just using her to sate his big bulging cock.
His swelling mushroom head rubbed her walls.  She was going
to cum but she felt so dizzy, so light...

"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ," grunted Santa, working his dick
up into a white heat.  The sucking and slurping noises from
Betty's cunt bounced off the wall as her boobs bounced up
and down on the bed.  Her head was still out of sight under
the bedding.  "I'm gonna fill this ass!" Santa declared and
slapped a red handprint across it.

Then the pussy, for Santa had forgotten poor suffocating
Betty, suddenly tightened and he found real resistance and
purchase for his cock.  The cunt dragged on his dick as he
slid out and was slow to give way as he shoved in.

"Oh yes!  You wonderful puntang," he said, digging in with
his dick, feeling every inch as he plowed.  "That's--
That's it," he groaned.  And as he plunged deep the pussy
convulsed around him giving him a series of rapid squeezes.

"Mmmmmmm....aahhhff..." came the muffled cry of orgasm from
under the pillows.

"Oh, what a fucking tremendous naughty girl!"  Santa's cock
exploded and glugged gallons, literally gallons of cum into
Betty's twitching snatch.  He held her weighty bottom up
and filled her up like a fifty-gallon gas-guzzler, and oh
my, she was built to be a guzzler!

Santa gasped and let Betty's body fall to the bed, his
gleaming, still hard, cock slipping from her pussy.  Her
snatch twinkled from between her golden ass cheeks.  On
either side of her small and finely muscled back, her boobs
spread out like overfilled balloons.  Her head was still
under the pillows and she wasn't moving at all.  Was she
even breathing?

"Betty?"  His cock twitched and spurted cum over her bottom
and the small of her back.  Betty didn't move at all.

"Oh, fuck!"  He grabbed her leg and shook it.  Nothing.
"Shit," he muttered.  "Stealing is one thing.  Pretending
to be Santa, who cares?  But murder!"

Santa Claus, a.k.a. Sam Clay - burglar, jumped onto the bed
and pulled the pillows and teddy bears from Betty Boots'
blonde heat.  He flipped her over, her jugs sloshing from
side to side until finally coming to a quivering halt.  Her
eyes were closed and her plump red lips hung open.

Sam had been merrily breaking into the less secure
apartments of the complex, loading up on Christmas presents
when he slipped into Betty's apartment through the unlocked
balcony door.  Who knew Christmas shopping could be so much
horny fun?  Or turn so wrong?

"Please don't be dead," pleaded Sam.  "You're such a fine
fuck!"  He rested his ear between her tits and held his
breath.  For a moment he could hear nothing over the
pounding of his own heart.  But then, then there was a soft
and steady echoing in that wonderful chest of hers.  He sat
back in the bed and sighed with relief.

After a moment, Betty stretched without waking up, turned
on her side towards Sam and rested her tousled blonde head
on his lap.  She smacked her lips and sighed.

Sam had been worrying about brain damage.  How many brain
cells did this girl have to spare?  But all worries left
his mind when she put her head on his leg.

"Mmm!  Maybe she needs cock-to-mouth resuscitation!" he
said, his dick starting to stiffen.  Stroking himself
luxuriously, he put his tip up to her mouth.  At first she
furrowed her brow and refused him, but he persisted,
rubbing the tip with its bead of pre-cum over her lips
until she licked them.  After that she relaxed completely
and let him slip his member into her mouth.  First his head
went in and she was eagerly sucking after a few mewls.

"Oh yes, baby," he groaned as her tongue explored his cock-
head, lapping the underside.  "Santa's got the tasty lollie
for you."  He stroked her head, gently applying pressure on
the back of her head, so soon she was bobbing her head up
and down on his dick.

"What a hungry mouth you have," he moaned as she sucked
hungrily on him, her hair tickling his abs and her nipples
brushing his thighs.  Betty's eye-lids fluttered open and
then became very wide as she realized that she was orally
pleasuring Santa's very big, very bulging dick.

"Mmm...  Mmm!  Slurp!  Slurp!  Oh, Santa Claus, you made me
cum so hard I passed out!"  Betty wrapped her hands around
Sam's cock and pumped him as she talked.  "I am sorry
Santa, no one has fucked my brains out like that, ever!"

"That's okay, Betty," Sam grunted, watching the tip of his
dick disappear between Betty's boobs.  "Except Santa still
has this raging hard-on."

"I'm sorry Santa," Betty said, realizing she was covered in
a layer of hardening cum.  "I'm being so selfish when I'm
supposed to be giving."  She climbed up Sam's prone body,
took hold of his pole and slid her gorgeously tight pussy
all the way down him, right to the hilt.  She swayed like a
bronco rider on top of him, moaning.

"Oh Santa, such a big gift on Christmas!"  She began to
slowly slide herself up and down him.

Sam lay back and watched the blonde beauty ride him,
groaning as she moaned, squeezing her knockers and urging
her on.

"Oh shit!  You're going to be at the very top of my nice
list for this," he said as she picked up her pace and began
to gallop.  Her boobs flew high into the air and then
dropped onto her chest with fleshy thuds over and over
again.  Faster and faster she fucked.  Her pussy was
tingling every nerve of his dick until he could no longer
stand it.

"Jingle Boobs!  Jingle Boobs," he gasped.  "Jingle all
the... oh god, oh god...  Jingle All the Way!"  And his
cock gunned shot after shot into her snug little snatch.

"Oh Santa.  Oh Santa!  Fill me up with you sticky snow!"
Betty rocked her ass furiously over his dick.  "Oh, oh,
Santa!  Santa!  SANTA!"  She was really loud now.  She
raised her arms in the air and her eyes rolled back in
ecstasy.  "Merry Christmas Santa!"  And she came, doing
little half jerky gasps over his pulsing dick.

"Merry--"  She bounced.  "Christmas--"  She undulated.
"Saantaa!"  She jiggled up and down furiously for a
glorious moment, her knockers slapping her chest and then
her chin stunningly.  Finally she fell beside Sam gasping.

At that point Sam though it was over, but he didn't realize
what a trooper Betty Boots was.  She slithered down to his
lap and slipped his still pulsing dick into her mouth.
Slowly and thoroughly she milked the last of his cum and
licked his balls clean.  Sam looked up to the heavens in
bliss.  When all of this was finished he looked down.
Betty was curled up beside him asleep, a naughty grin on
her face.

The next morning Betty was delighted to find two presents
from Santa under her two-foot plastic tree.  Santa must
have been a little too happy from Betty boinking because
one had a label to Lori and the other one was addressed to
Mabel.  The Lori present was a tiny white crop top with
PRETTY across the chest.  Betty blushed, thinking of what
kind of attention she would get wearing a top better suited
to a flat-chested twelve-year-old.  The Mabel present was a
black three-foot massage wand, but Betty soon found another
very naughty use for her present.  She was sure Santa would
approve.  It was the best Christmas ever!


-fin-

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