Chapter 1: Getting Acquainted
It is that time of the year again. A few weeks and Christmas is upon us; with all the sharing, joy, and good will that is such an important part of the Christmas spirit. What very few people realize is how close we came; last year; to having Christmas destroyed for ever. Not only was the spirit of Christmas in danger of being lost, but millions of children all over the world would have been traumatized; causing unforeseen problems for generations to come. This is the story of the Christmas that almost was not; as told to me by Santa Clause himself.
The many convivial celebrations; of jobs well done; were part of the reason the elves enjoyed working for Santa and Suzy Clause. Working conditions were pleasant, the food was delicious and there were lots of celebrations. Sex was not forgotten. Loving, kind, considerate, sharing sex was encouraged by Santa and Suzy Clause; as long as the fun did not interfere with getting the job done on time.
The important attitude toward sex; was that one received happiness by giving pleasure; just as they received joy by giving to the children of the world; expecting nothing in return. This attitude; I will call it the Christmas Spirit; permeated the whole complex; reinforcing itself like a feed back loop. As the elves, Santa, and Suzy Clause practiced the Christmas spirit; they caused more potential spirit to be created; making more spirit to be partaken of.
This attitude to life was the reason that Santa Clause located his complex at the north pole. In this location Santa, Suzy, and all the workers had been isolated from the evil in the world. Modern technology however; was breaking down the isolation that had protected Santa in the past. Computers, the internet, and satellite television were chipping away at the seclusion Santa had enjoyed; allowing ideas alien to the Christmas Spirit to encroach.
It was twelve hours before Santa Clause had to start his Christmas deliveries. Mr and Mrs Clause were gathered together with the chief elves; celebrating the completion of another year spent preparing gifts for the children of the world. Santa was seated on his red, green, and gold leather throne like easy chair. Between Santa's chair, and Suzy's similar chair; was a tall, beautifully decorated Christmas tree.
Bouncing on Santa's lap was a nubile, long haired, blonde elf, named Candy Cane. Candy wore a green halter top with a matching mini skirt. The halter and skirt were made of triangular red trimmed pieces of material sown together; with tiny gold bells hanging from the points; barely covering her firm buns and 35 C cup breasts. Her legs were encased in green crotch less tights; with soft, green, pointy, bell adorned slippers on her feet. Since this was the standard female elf outfit; you can see why sex was never far from the minds of the elves.
Candy was in charge of Santa's mail and public relations. Right now; she was taking care of the more intimate relations part of her job. Candy was impaled on Santa's massive manhood; bouncing up and down on it; as Santa nuzzled the firm pink nipple on one of her globes. Blonde hair was flying every which way; as she made soft mewling sounds in her throat. Santa and Candy Cane were not the only ones enjoying themselves.
Suzy Clause was leaning back in her smaller throne like chair; shaking and jiggling about; causing her abundant 39 triple D breast to almost jump out of her red satin, white fur trimmed halter top. The halter top was cut low; revealing her nipples. It only covered the lower half of her titanic tits; giving them some support. The cause of Suzy's agitated state; was the tongue licking and swirling around her exposed hairless crotch. Her red satin, fur trimmed crotch less tap pants gave nog unrestricted access to her treats.
Nog was one of the male elves that worked for Santa and Suzy. He was a black elf. Like all the other male elves he wore a green red trimmed tunic, with bells on the points at the bottom, green hose, and soft green slippers. The tunic covered his butt, but it did not hide the 9 inch dick that stuck out from his crotch.
"Stand up! Put that big 9 inch dong in me!" Suzy exclaimed. "Grab hold of my big hooters and give them a squeeze." She laughed; causing her jugs to jiggle; like a bowl full of jello.
When Nog had stood; Suzy slid forward; spreading her legs wide; giving Nog a clear shot at her treasure box. Grabbing his huge hard on; Suzy brought it to her cleft; sliding the head up and down the slit. When the head glistened with her love cream; Suzy nestled the head between the parted lips; thrusting her hips forward; impaling herself with the rigid tool. When he was firmly planted in Suzy's love tunnel; Nog grabbed her tits; beginning to knead them. Glancing around; one could see some of the other head elves enjoying the party atmosphere.
A red headed, male elf lay on a padded coffee table; an 8 inch hard on sprouting from his crotch. A brunette elf named Ginger Bread was making the cock disappear and reappear; as she slid up and down the shaft. Standing astride his pelvis; feet planted on the floor; Ginger rotated her hips; grinding her crotch against Tinker's pelvis on each down stroke. With the fingers of one hand; Tinker pinched the nipple of her 36 C cup breast. The fingers of the other hand caressed Ginger's clit; causing her juices to soak the green dyed triangle of hair at the apex of her cleft; bathing both crotches in nectar.
Another elf named Sugar Plum; with long red hair; straddled Tinker's face; grinding and thrusting her shaved pussy against his face. The juices flowing from Sugar were soaking Tinker's face and the little red heart at the top of her slit. Ginger was tweaking the nipples of Sugar's 35 D breasts, between thumb and fore finger; causing her to arch her back, throw back her head; whipping the hair around her face. Another group of elves were busy on the leather love seat.
A black elf named Cinnamon Twist; was kneeling on the love seat; elbows resting on the arm. A black haired elf named Buck; was kneeling between Cinnamon's legs slamming his 7 inch cock in and out of her wet pussy. He was having a difficult time maintaining his position; as Cinnamon's ass was thrusting back and forth meeting each of his strokes. The fingers of her one hand were busy playing with her clit; stroking his shaft; while his belly slapped against her ass; making a smack sound every time he drove forward. Her sticky juices had coated his pole, her fingers, and the little gold diamond of hair at the apex of her crotch.
As Buck pounded Cinnamon from behind; another elf named Randy; fed her his dick. Thrusting his hips forward; Randy drove his 7 inch piece of meat down her throat. Cinnamon had no problem swallowing his entire length. She had learned how to deep throat a cock and was able to massage it with her throat by working those muscles. When the cock slid from her red lipped mouth; it was coated with Cinnamon's spit. To heighten Cinnamon's pleasure; Randy was using the fingers of both hands to caress and pinch the nipples on her 36 D cup breasts. Each time he squeezed it brought a little whimper from her filled mouth.
The way Cinnamon was thrusting her hips; grinding her fist against her crotch; you could tell she was getting close to having her orgasm. The men were not far behind. Their hips had picked up the driving rhythm. Faster and faster they thrust. Suddenly Cinnamon's body stiffened; jerked, beginning to wildly thrash. At the same time the male elves grabbed hold of Cinnamon's head and ass; threw back their heads; franticly pumping their hips. Both males let out growls, but whimpers were all that came from Cinnamon's stuffed mouth.
Cinnamon was unable to swallow all of Randy's load. It began to escape from the corners of her mouth; even as she gulped. After the first two discharges; Buck had pulled his manhood from Cinnamon's quivering cleft; resting the shaft on her ass crease; pumping white spunk all over her back, and butt cheeks.
Spent, Cinnamon collapsed onto the sticky leather of the love seat. Randy's knees buckled; letting him slide to the floor; sperm still dribbling from the head of his shaft. Buck pulled his wilting cock from Cinnamon's tight sheath with a pop; falling backwards; sinking into the soft leather of the love seat.
While Cinnamon, Buck, and Randy recovered on the couch; Santa and Candy were bringing their passion play to its final climax. Santa's hands gripped the globes of Candy's ass; fingers buried in the crease separating her firm buns. Candy gripped Santa's shoulders with her hands; steadying herself; as she flexed her legs; driving her hot, wet sheath up and down his pole. Santa's clutching hands helped to increase the force of her down ward strokes; increasing the pressure as they ground their crotch together. Sounds could not escape from their mouths; as they were locked in a wet, lusty kiss. All that could be heard were growls coming from deep in their throats.
