Virginia finally completes her mission.
By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
I pulled the blanket off his lap. His cock was poking out of the hole in his pants. I was on my knees on the bench next to him, so I scrunched down to take a nice good look at it in the moonlight. I pushed his semi-tented pants down, to expose all fifteen inches of him.
“You have a beautiful penis, Kris.” I traced my fingers over the veins and other details that I’d studied on ‘Santa’s Little Helper’ all year. It grew slightly, stiffening at my touch. “Your cock saw me through several near-relapses on my road to recovery. Whenever I felt the need to go Santa hunting, I’d put you inside me and make it through another day.”
And now I was touching the real thing. Unlike the dildo, which was enchanted with elf magic to make it smaller, I sadly knew that Kris’ cock would never fit inside any of my holes. I’d fucked enough men to know that for sure. But I wrapped my hands around it and began to stroke it up and down, gently, lovingly, making Kris moan. I kissed his cock lovingly all over, and licked it to provide some lubrication for my hands. Kris moaned, leaned back, and put his arms out so they were resting on the back of the bench. He trusted me. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his broken fly, and opened it up so I could fondle his hot chestnuts. They were huge… bigger than a pair of baseballs, but very soft and covered with downy pubic hair. They moved in my hand, vibrating, rolling… throbbing with ancient power. He groaned and leaned back even further. I got off the bench and stood in front of him and began stroking the incredible length of his cock, as I kissed and sucked and tongued the sensitive underside of its massive head, drooling all over to keep him well lubricated. It was amazing! I felt a ring ting tingling in my panties that got hotter and hotter. Soon I was whimpering and moaning, and cumming from the sheer excitement of holding Kris Kringle’s supernaturally beautiful cock in my hands.
“Oh… Virginia. You better watch out… I’m cumming.”
“Cum for me Kris,” I moaned, stroking him harder, and I felt a surge of cum streaking up the shaft. I put my lips over the tip as wide as I could and felt his hot, creamy cum splash into the back of my throat. Yes. Snowbell was right. Santa’s cum tasted just like eggnog. I swallowed, two, three, four big mouthfuls. A lot of it leaked out the side, but I got on my knees and licked every drop off, starting with his balls and going upward until he was clean again. It was absolutely delicious! I’d swallowed a truckload of cum in my time, but nothing that tasted as wonderful as this. When I finished, I looked up at him and played with the hole on top with my tongue. His azure eyes were fixed on my tongue. More cum oozed out the tip and I sucked it up with my kisses. During this whole cock cleaning process, his cock didn’t soften at all. He was still hard as a tree trunk.
But then I saw him look forward, and his face tensed up. I turned to see the bright lights of Santa’s factory in the distance ahead. It was the most amazing non-cock related sight I’d ever seen. I saw a sprawling, snowy village of miniature houses. Off in the distance there was a huge factory with large stained glass windows. Everything was strung with multicolored lights and decorated with oversized ornaments… all was merry and bright! Kris draped the blanket over his erection again. His face was nervous. The time must have been around 7 P.M. by this time. And time was running out.
I patted his hand and said, “We’ll figure it out. But before we get there. Tell me what’s happened since last Christmas.”
“Well, after mailing off the all the missed deliveries, Mary went on a vacation. Usually we do that together, but this year I could tell she didn’t want me with her. She took her thirty elves, including Snowbell and left me alone in the biggest sex club on earth. There were no toys to make, no letters to read, no lists to compile. It was the most wonderful time of the year… a fucking free for all. I just fucked and fucked and fucked, indulging my desires. I had favorites: Blizzard and Cookiedough and Icicle, the kitchen elf. Oh, boy… Icicle loved to hit my cock with a rolling pin until I came on her. That was pretty weird. But mostly I just had straight sex with any and every female I wanted to. They wanted me to anoint them, and I anointed the hell out of them. I made friends with a few of the male elves who were, shall we say, not as bisexual as most of them. That way I could have orgies without having to worry about some overexcited male elf shooting his jizz in my face. Having some buddies was actually kind of fun.”
“The party went on until Mary returned in April. She walked right in on us, having a full-bore, all hands orgy in the main factory floor, me and all ten thousand elves. I’d love to describe that party for you, but I was blotto on elf milk the whole time. It’s a blur. Anyway, Mary saw me for the first time, actually fucking the elves, and knowing a thing and seeing a thing are not the same thing. I’m pretty sure that was the straw that broke the reindeer’s back. She packed her bags and left.”
“Where did she go?”
“I didn’t know for a few months. But after a while she sent me a letter from the South Pole. She’d built a factory there and wanted me to send her the list of adult believers so she could keep up the sex toy thing. She was planning to deliver the sex toys herself, mailing them if she had to. Mary may be immortal now, but she doesn’t have the Christmas Spirit required to deliver millions of toys in a few hours’ time… actually, neither do I anymore… Anyway I gave her the list and wished her good luck.”
“Are you getting a divorce?”
“I don’t think we can get divorced. Sure, we were married in a church, but that was just a formality. We were married, as far as the universe is concerned, when she said 'yes’. I think she’ll still be immortal, but I don’t really know how it’s supposed to work. But for now, she’s living the life she’s chosen with her elves. It’s like she’s a polygamist with thirty wives. But I’m no one to judge. I have ten thousand eager sex partners myself. I guess we both fucked up big time crossing that boundary.”
I didn’t want to say it, but it sounded to me like Mary had her elf obsession under control. She was going on trips, building a factory, making plans for the future. Her relationship with those elves, strange though it may be, was clearly optimistic and structured. Kris on the other hand…
“Anyway, I wouldn’t have been able to get through the year without Blizzard. She made sure all the letters were read, because I wasn’t up to it, and made sure all the toys were completed. She even had to check the naughty or nice list for me, because I could only manage to check it once. I’ve been a mess I can’t concentrate for more than a few hours before I want to go find a pretty little elf to fuck. It feels so right when I’m doing it, but a few minutes later I’m trolling again. But I don’t think Blizzard, or any of the others have a clue that I’ve lost the Christmas Spirit. They still think everything is hunky dory… look at them down there.”
We were headed toward a brightly illuminated landing strip. A long line of elves were bringing toys out of the factory, and placing them carefully in a black sack. Clearly there were too many presents to fit in that one sack, but they kept putting them in, and it showed no signs of getting any fuller. It was Santa’s magic sack! It looked pretty threadbare, but it certainly seemed to work!
Kris circled the landing area, and the elves, hearing the sound of the reindeer’s jingling bells, waved up at us. I couldn’t help myself. I had to wave back. Kris was right! They were beautiful! More beautiful than his description had prepared me for! I knew that if we landed, he’d go right out and grab one, and start fucking her. I could see it in his eyes.
“Kris, I think I know what to do.”
“What?”
“I think you need to fuck me.”
His eyes opened wide. A leer spread on his face.
“Don’t look at me like that, Kris.”
He shook the look off his face, “Sorry, Virginia. Habit. You were saying?”
“I don’t know why… but I think that my problem and your problem are linked somehow. Linked cosmically in ways that neither of us could possibly understand. All I know is that I feel the pathological need to fuck Santa. There’s got to be some sort of reason for that. I mean, it led me to you. It took longer than I thought, but in the end, I found you.”
He had a serious expression on his face. “What do you think that will accomplish?”
“I don’t know. I don’t even think you’ll fit inside me… in fact, I’m certain you won’t. But we have to try. There’s nothing else we can do.”
“Where?” he asked, taking the blanket off, freeing his cock, a desperate expression on his face, “Here?”
“No,” I said, pointing off in the distance. “There.”
He saw where I was pointing and he turned the reindeer in that direction. We soared over the hills of snow.
We landed by the North Pole. It was located about half a mile from the factory. The factory had originally been located at the North Pole, but the ice had drifted over the centuries. But Kris had dutifully moved the twenty-foot, candy-striped pole every year to the correct geographic location. The area around the pole was dark, but there was a candle lantern on top, which bathed the immediate area in a dim, warm glow.
We stepped out onto the ice. I put my hand on the ice-covered pole. I could feel the cold, but it felt pleasant. “I can’t get over how weird it is not to be bothered by the cold.”
“Yeah,” he said, “It took me a while to get used to it too. You can feel it, but instead of freezing your outsides, it just makes you feel warmer inside. The opposite happens too, you know. I deliver toys to the tropics without breaking a sweat.”
“Okay,” I said, suddenly horny as hell, “enough chit chat. Let’s do this thing.”
I started taking off my clothes. But Kris put his arms on my shoulders, calming me. “Virginia.” He said nothing else. Just hearing him say my name calmed me. He picked me up and cradled me in his arms. He lifted my short, black bangs, and kissed the scar on my forehead. Then he kissed my nose, and my cheeks, and finally, my mouth. Then he laid me down in the large snowdrift at the base of the Pole, and I looked up at him as he took off his gloves and coat. He was dimly lit by the lantern, but the Northern Lights were dancing in the sky behind him. It was the most romantic sight of my life. His eyes were swimming with love.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you, Virginia, what a beautiful woman you are.”
I blushed. I’d been told that before, but never by Santa Claus… not the real one anyway.
“I can really see the elf in you.”
“Elf?” I replied.
“Oh yes, didn’t you know? Your ancestors are from Iceland. Everyone in Iceland has a bit of elf blood in them. Some, like you, have quite a lot. I can see it in your eyes.”
I think that was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
“In fact… I should have said before now… The night I met you at the Sex Addicts meeting… when you introduced yourself to me… well… I knew you of course. I’ve always known you, but I’d never seen you before. I had no idea what you looked like. I was taken aback.”
“Because I look like an elf?”
“Yes, in part. But I felt the sudden, powerful need to make love to you.”
“Well, of course. You’re a sex addict.”
“No… I didn’t want to fuck you… well, I wanted to do that too, but more importantly, I wanted to make love to you. My feelings were so deep, so fast, I didn’t know what to do with them. So I stopped coming to the meetings… I was afraid…”
“Kris, are you afraid to love?”
“No. I was afraid my feelings weren’t real… because you reminded me so much of her.”
We were silent for a moment. Then I knew. “Snowbell.”
He smiled, tears welling up in his eyes. “You look just like her. You must be related to her somehow. You have her eyes, her chin, her figure, her voice… her laugh even. I thought I only loved you because you reminded me of her.”
“Don’t be silly, Kris,” I said with a giggle. “You only loved her because she reminded you of me. Only, you didn’t know it yet.”
He smiled. He knew it was true. As impossible as it was, the universe had meant for us to be together, and he’d projected his feelings for me on that pretty little elf. “Snowbell is an elf, Kris. She can’t love you, not really, not the way humans love. But I can. I do.”
Kris, looked down at me and removed his shirt. He had an amazing body. He was fat but not flabby. He’d been fucking like a rabbit for a solid year… that can tone a guy up. I could see the muscles rippling in his arms, just under the layer of fat. He had curly white hair on his chest, and beautiful, well defined pecs. He threw the blanket to the ground, and grabbed the waistband of his ripped pants. He pulled outward, in one powerful move, shredding the pants right off his body.
“Those pants were too small for me anyway,” he said. I didn’t laugh. I was transfixed. Saint Nick stood over me, silhouetted by the aurora borealis, naked to my eyes. His beard had never looked so white and majestic as it did right now.
He got down on one knee and said, “Marry me.”
I said, “Yes.”
He smiled and said, “I now pronounce us husband and wife.”
My eyes filled with tears. They froze solid as soon as they dripped off my face. “Can you do that?” I asked,
“I can do anything. I’m Santa Claus.”
He bent over, kissing me on the lips for a long time. Then he began to undress me. He unbuttoned my shirt took it off. He kissed my shoulders as he unhooked my bra. When he removed that, he said, “You even have her breasts. Only your nipples aren’t blue.” I laughed and he bent over to suckle my perfectly pink nipples, sending a shock of pleasure through my body. I ran my hands through his snowy locks, feeling his beard tickling my belly. I unbuttoned my pants and kicked of my shoes. I was breathless in growing anticipation and need.
He helped me pull off my pants and panties, and he paused for a moment, just looked with love at my naked body lying in the warm snow bank.
“Virginia, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Elf or human.” Then he took one of my legs in his hands and kissed the long scar, his azure eyes full of lust and love. My eager hand found his cock, and I stroked him with a burning hunger… a need that I hadn’t indulged in a year and had never successfully quenched.
I looked at him and noticed a strange light shimmering on his face. Then he noticed it on my face too. We both looked up and saw a ten-foot circle of elves surrounding us. The elves were naked, and their bodies were glowing. The fine glitter in their skin was vibrating and sparkling in the dim light. Swirls of colors went around and around seeming to pass from elf to elf. The colors were the same as the colors in the Northern Lights above us, pale greens and pinks, blues and purples… The elves were linked somehow to the aurora borealis. The colors grew brighter and brighter, as Kris and I watched, transfixed.
Then the elves started singing. The song was an ancient yuletide carol. I didn’t recognize it, but I found it beautiful and brimming with primal power. The elves were smiling with happiness as they sang. I saw that they were holding hands, row upon row. Farther back, the elves began to climb up on each other’s shoulders, each row outward growing higher and higher, forming an elfin amphitheater with Kris and I, and the North Pole, in the center.
We looked at each other, and our lust could wait no longer. He knelt between my knees and pulled my legs up, lifting my bottom out of the snow. His impossibly huge cock head pressed against my much too small pussy, and I despaired that he could ever possibly enter me.
But then a miracle occurred.
I began to glow. Tiny flecks of light appeared beneath my skin, glinting all the colors of the rainbow. My pale skin changed slightly in hue, to a pale aqua blue. I felt something… an ancient power flow through every pore of my body. I began to tingle. In a good way, like the way you feel when you hop into a warm bed on a cold winter night. Kris was looking at me, eyes widening in amazement. I felt the tingling sensation run through my limbs down to my pussy. The tuft of black pubic hair on top turned snowy white.
“Fuck me, Kris!” I shouted, “Fuck me, Santa!”
Kris pulled me onto his rock hard shaft. He felt huge inside me, but it didn’t hurt at all. It felt like a warmth penetrating me. He went all the way in, just as 'Santa’s Little Helper’ had done, until his balls slapped against my ass. I could feel his cock deep inside me, pressing up into the bottom of my heart! Holy holly, it felt great!!! I could feel my vaginal muscles contracting over his cock as he pulled himself out. It seemed as if I could control them now. I’d never been very dutiful about doing Kegel exercises, but now I didn’t need them. My vagina was enchanted by the elfin magik of old.
Kris lifted me off the ground and fucked me standing up, slamming all fifteen inches of his Yule log in and out of me, slapping his big balls against my narrow ass. His arms were huge and as strong as oaken beams, and I was completely in his power. But then I realized I also had him in my power with the undulations I could perform with my brand new vaginal muscles. I felt an orgasm sweep through my entire body. I shrieked in joy. I was cumming now, cumming hard, and I felt my breasts grow hot. Squirts of liquid shot out of my nipples. It was an amazing feeling, like having the greatest piss you ever had after holding it in for eighteen hours, multiplied by twenty. That good! Kris held my breast in his hand and aimed my nectar stream at his mouth and tasted it. The other breast was shooting straight up, so I caught some of that I my mouth. Oh! Peppermint schnapps, just as he’d said! I felt the intoxication going straight to my head! I never was much of a drinker, so I drank no more of it.
I came again and again, as he held me aloft, tirelessly fucking me while the elf choir sang all around us.
Kris’ face finally screwed up, and I clamped my pussy down on his cock to squeeze off his orgasm, as he’d described Blizzard doing once with her sphincter. I found it easy to do, so powerful were my muscles now. Once his need to cum passed, he put me on my hands and knees in the snow bank and fucked me from behind. I could see that my bangs had turned snowy white… then I saw my shadow on the snow. I reached up to be sure… yes, my ears had grown long tapering points. I hadn’t shrunk in size, I was still the same size that I’d always been, and as far as I could tell, my tongue hadn’t changed, thank god… but my insides… oh, I was so deep now! I felt the fat head of his enormous cock slamming against the underside of my heart, but it didn’t hurt at all. Why would it? I was an elf!
I heard Kris grunting again, but I didn’t squeeze him off this time.
“Cum in me Santa,” I moaned, as I had another powerful orgasm. My breasts squirted hot milk into the snow, which sent up billowing clouds of steam all around us! Kris’ tempo got harder and faster and he shouted in a deep booming voice, “Santa Claus is cumming!!!”
I felt his warm semen jetting into me more powerfully than I’d ever felt it before, and I’d had a lot of cum shot into me over the years. It was relentless! It felt like gallons of the stuff. It flooded out of my pussy around his thrusting cock, and I reached down and collected several handfuls, bringing them up to my mouth to slurp. I love eggnog straight out of the carton, but this way is even better. Straight out of Santa’s cock!
Kris came for five solid minutes, fucking me the whole time, but finally he bucked and slowed. I could feel his cock softening inside me as we collapsed in the snow. He reached around and fingered my clit, bringing me to another orgasm, which sent showers of peppermint schnapps all around us. He tried to catch some in his mouth.
I said, “Don’t drink too much, honey. You have presents to deliver.”
I was just what Santa needed. Someone to love him and keep him in line.
When my orgasm had passed, we just lay there for a while, listening to the rest of the elf song. When it was over, a hush fell over the North Pole. I could feel something, invisible, yet palpable… in the air there was a feeling of Christmas.
A shapely, and beautifully naked female elf stepped out of the circle, and walked up to us. Kris sat up, cuddling me in his arms.
“Blizzard. I’d like to introduce you to my new wife, Virginia.”
Blizzard bowed to me, “Hello Mrs. Kringle.”
Mrs. Kringle? It hit me then. I was Mrs. Kringle now. Virginia fuckin Kringle!
“Hello, Blizzard. It’s nice to meet you. Kris has told me all about you. You’re a very special elf.”
“All elves are special, Virginia. Even half-elves like you.” She smiled. “Now, Mr. Kringle, time is running short. There are toys to deliver, children to make happy. Are you feeling the Christmas Spirit?” She held out her hand to him.
Kris smiled. We looked at each other. We both felt it. We’d saved Christmas. We both knew that from now on our troubles would be out of sight. I’d been right all along. All Santa Claus ever needed, really, was to fuck me.
By cb summers for Literotica
