'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 a man's voice cursing.
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 eighteen, she had hidden behind the couch as Santa put presents under the Christmas tree. Since she had been in grade one, friends had tried to convince her that Santa wasn't real, but Betty was a special girl. She 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 the gift of a very sexy 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 threw 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 naïve 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 centre. Perhaps, Betty thought, he was leaving a holiday CD in her stereo. She hoped it was someone sexy and sophisticated like Britney Spears or Katy Perry.
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, edging over to him. "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 marvellously 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 sizable 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 on 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 felt," 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.
