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Subject: Re: {ASSM} Santa Came Down the Chimney (MF humor)
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That one was pretty good thanks for writing it.
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Runners just do it - they run for the finish line even if someone else has
reached it first. ~Author Unknown
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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
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> Santa Came Down the Chimney
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> 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.
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>
> 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.
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>
>
> 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.
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>
>
> 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!"
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> -------------------------------- Yahoo! for Good - Make a difference
> this year.
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