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subhubby31 wrote:
> That one was pretty good thanks for writing it.
>
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> >
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> >
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> >
> > WARNINGS: Pay attention to the codes. This story depicts consensual
> > sexual activity between men and women, or women and women. Some of the
> > participants in the story may be under the age of 18. If you are too
> > young
> > to read about sex please do not read this.
> >
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> >
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> >
> >
> > Santa Came Down the Chimney
> >
> >
> >
> > The snow was falling gently without a whisper of wind to affect the lazy
> > path of the snowflakes as they tumbled in the cool crisp winter night.
> > Below, the town was spread across the winter landscape everything in view
> > softened by the continuing snowfall. A quarter moon barely lit the scene
> > with a pale silver light.
> >
> >
> >
> > With a swoosh, the flakes parted and reindeer pulling a sled sped on to
> > the waiting town below. The reindeer slowed and gently stepped onto the
> > first roof. A large jolly fat man dressed in red trimmed with beautiful
> > white fur and shiny black boots jumped from the sled. He had a bag over
> > his shoulder. He patted Dancer and Prancer as he went past, saying "I'll
> > be right back, boys." He jumped up onto the chimney ledge and with a merry
> > smile disappeared down the flue.
> >
> >
> >
> > The room was softly lit by the twinkling multi-colored lights on the
> > Christmas tree. He opened his bag and quickly arranged the contents of
> > his
> > sack, beautiful packages in all sizes and shapes, under the tree. As he
> > turned to head back up the chimney a woman stepped into the room. She was
> > dazzling. Platinum hair fell in soft curls around her face. Eyes the
> > color of the bluest tropical sea reflected the glittering light. Her lips
> > were scarlet and full and parted and the tip of her tongue wet her lips as
> > he stared at her. His eyes traced down to her full breasts that seemed
> > ready to burst forth from the lacy black robe that barely covered her
> > hips.
> > His eyes followed her long slender shapely legs to the small stiletto
> > slippers on her feet. His eyes roamed back up but stopped at her breast
> > as
> > the robe parted, the two edges catching on her nipples, stopping it from
> > opening further.
> >
> >
> >
> > "Santa, did you bring me a present?" she asked in a husky sensual
> > contralto.
> >
> >
> >
> > Tearing his eyes from her breasts he answered, "Yes, my dear," pointing
> > to the tree.
> >
> >
> >
> > She walked over to him, the robe continuing to open so that her breasts
> > were on display to Santa's bedazzled eyes. "That's not the present I
> > want." She knelt in front of him. Her hand found his zipper and pulled it
> > down and in one quick motion had his cock out of his pants. It was fat
> > just as he and red like his cheeks. "Oh Santa," she said. "You have a
> > wonderful candy cane." Her mouth parted and she sucked the tip of his fat
> > cock into her mouth making deliciously naughty slurping sounds as she did.
> >
> >
> >
> > "Your candy cane is so sweet," she said as she undid the mighty black
> > belt and pulled his red pants down around his ankles.
> >
> >
> >
> > "Oh, my dear. We can't do this," Santa exclaimed.
> >
> >
> >
> > Taking her lips from his rapidly expanding organ, she continued to
> > slowly stroke his cock as she said, "Why? Are you going to put me on the
> > bad girl list? I like being a bad girl with you," as her mouth found his
> > distended organ again. She took his cock into her mouth, her tongue
> > lashing the head as she sucked and stroked.
> >
> >
> >
> > "Oh, but if Mrs. Claus," he said in consternation. "I can't have sex
> > with you."
> >
> >
> >
> > Slurping up and down his cock she smiled and then pulling back said,
> > "But Santa, this isn't sex. Why, the President himself testified that
> > sucking cock isn't sex." Her hot mouth found his cock again and sucked
> > while her hand stroked his slippery wet pole for all she was worth.
> >
> >
> >
> > Santa felt his toes curling and the hot blood running in his veins told
> > him he would soon be giving her another present. Images of Mrs. Claus
> > filled his mind. Oh Lord, he thought. If Mrs. Claus finds out... I'll
> > be sleeping with the reindeer till next Christmas.
> >
> >
> >
> > Panic filling his mind Santa jumped back. His cock popped wetly from
> > her hot mouth. Grabbing his empty sack, Santa beat a hasty retreat back
> > up
> > the chimney with his pants still down around his ankles. He stood
> > panting,
> > looking back down the chimney. He was so close to cumming. In his mind
> > he
> > saw those beautiful full breasts and felt again her hot mouth around his
> > cock. His eyes closed and he imagined her mouth around his throbbing
> > cock.
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > Right then, Rudolph seeing Santa standing in the snow his pants down
> > around his ankles decided to nudge the old fool. Rudolph's nose, having
> > been lit now for some hours, was quite warm. And as he nudged Santa the
> > feeling of a hot poke right in his ass pushed poor Santa over the orgasmic
> > edge. He fell against the chimney, his cock pointing down to the
> > temptress
> > who caused all this fuss in the first place, as his cum surged from his
> > balls and spasm after spasm shook his body. The cum blasted from his cock
> > and glob after glob of his sticky white frosting flew down the chimney
> > into
> > the house below. Weak in the knees, Santa collapsed on the edge of the
> > chimney.
> >
> >
> >
> > He heard a faint laughter wafting up from below and a voice calling up
> > to him, "Thank you for the present Santa. I'll be waiting for you next
> > year! And To All a Good Night!"
> >
> >
> >
> >
> >
> > -------------------------------- Yahoo! for Good - Make a difference
> > this year.
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