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Things Discussed: Signing Day: Got the most talent on offense since…1998? Down the list: OL: Two of the highest-ranked OTs in the history of the program, Gach was a Priority 1 for the program, Strayhorn is a center. RB: Jasper Parker the sites just missed; poorer man's Adrian Peterson. M thinks DJ is healthy. WR: Marsh was a big pull vs heavy hitters, Year 1 player. Browder needs development but Junior Hemingway upside. Washington is tall and can move well. TE: Owens is a Bredeson, really hurts that they missed on Olesh. DL: We love the heavy-handed build-a-bears that Esposito recruits. Remember his WMU guys? Moten and Patterson are going to be those guys too. Lou is convinced Benny Patterson is the guy. Kanka is a Godin. Marshall was a Priority and a big win. Can't expect them to get the scouting coup of the century with Graham and Grant every year but they can scout and now they can win the guys they scouted. Basketball: Every guy is good with a tradeoff, and that tradeoff is turnovers, e.g. look at the defense that Roddy Gayle (and Pippen) played on Ace Bailey. Rutgers: We got a break by missing Harper, who just shredded Illinois. Oregon game: the mental errors are baked in at this point, like they're not going to score at the rim as well as you want them to. Also baked in is the fact that they switch everything and play drop coverage, so your Shelstad types who make 50%+ of other twos after attacking a Goldin or Wolf are going to score. Sugarplum vision of a top-3 seed and winning the B10 is probably gone. All but one of their remaining games (all but Rutgers at home) are Kenpom A (top-50) tier, IE Q1 opportunities.

One-Man Nutcrackerwritten & performed by Chris Davisdirected by MK Tuomanenchoreography by Campbell Tosneysound design by Adriano Shaplinlighting design by Krista Smithnarrated by Severin BlakeYou know the Nutcracker the ballet, but what if the ballet was performed by only one man? If the daughter Marie, little boy Fritz, creepy uncle Drosselmeyer, the mice, the Sugar Plum fairy, were all channeled through one actor. Chris Davis is proud to bring you One-Man Nutcracker, a re-telling of the original E.T.A. Hoffman Nutcracker Story and the Ballet.One-Man Nutcracker returns to Philadelphia after a sold-out run in Germany in the Thespis Festival 2024.FOR TICKETS AND INFORMATION: https://www.realchrisdavis.com/

Kris commissions his signature ‘Santa's Dildo'.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. When I woke up, I had a splitting headache. Blizzard was standing on a stool in front of my chair, licking the last of Sugar Plum's cum out of my beard with her long, sensitive tongue. She was wearing a white robe, one of Mary's new uniforms. I waited until she was done.“What time is it?” I mumbled.“Three hours after closing time,” she answered. “I'm glad the quitting bell didn't awaken you. It arose such a clatter.”I felt like throwing up. Blizzard grabbed a trashcan without me even needing to ask. She always knew what I wanted before I did. She was such a good elf. She held the can under my mouth.“I don't feel so good.”“You drank too much elf milk. So did Indigo. I had to send her home early. Everyone else stayed late to get their work done, just in case you're wondering. And be of good cheer, your headache will pass.”I saw the ripped up shreds of the secretary costume in the trashcan.“How did you know?”“I saw how you looked at Holly. I knew what you were thinking. You wanted to anoint her, but you didn't because you loved Mrs. Kringle. But you don't love her any more, do you?”“No.”“I thought not. I am very perceptive. And I don't think you're going to vomit after all.” She was right. I was feeling better.She put the trashcan on the floor. “I suppose I should tell you that I encouraged Holly to present herself as a gift to you. I felt you needed it. It cannot be good to go so many years without anointing anyone. I even made the pretty underwear for her. I wore the same pair last night, though I had to take them in a bit.”“Really? Those were the same panties?”“Yes. Imagine my surprise when you passed on the opportunity. Humans. Very difficult to understand.”“It's a good thing I turned her down. I might have injured her.”“Yes, but I didn't know how large you were at the time. Your elf servants have seen you naked of course, but apparently you triple in size when you harden. I am perceptive, but I didn't think about that. Silly me. So, it's definitely a good thing you didn't attempt to mount Holly. She had a very small pussy.”“How do you know?”“Oh, I made love to her the morning after you turned her down… well, she looked so sad and so horny. She didn't like my tongue at first… it really is quite long, even for an Elf, but she quickly learned to enjoy it. And I learned to enjoy the flavor of human pussy. It's really quite nice.”Even all these years later, the thought of Blizzard going down on Holly was enough to give me a hard-on. “You… had sex with Holly?”“She'd done such a good job as my assistant, I thought it was the least I could do. I anointed her with my milk. She was very happy when she left.” Then Blizzard kissed me on the lips and said, “Thank you, Mr. Kringle, for the secretary's day gift.”I smiled. I felt warm and alive. “Thank you, Blizzard, for the fantasy come true.”She laughed a high, musical laugh. “My pleasure. But it was only fantasy for the first few minutes.” She squeezed my growing erection, “I've got to go home, Mr. Kringle. Maybe tomorrow.”She hopped off my lap and started walking toward the door. I looked around and noticed that the cum had all been cleaned up. I'd have never known an orgy had happened here, other than the stains on my own clothes.“Is that sort of thing normal for elves?”“Not really, Santa. We never have love-share during working hours.” She said as she was walking out the door.“Then why did you do it today?”“You wanted us to, of course,” With a wink of her eye, she closed the door. Blizzard was a perceptive elf, but not a wise one. She knew what I wanted without needing to ask, but she didn't seem to know that sometimes what we want isn't necessarily what's good for us.SCENE 5:SAVING CHRISTMASAs Kris told his story, he rarely looked at me but up at the ceiling instead, perhaps afraid I might be judging him. He needn't have worried. I was sitting cross-legged on the other bed, listening with rapt attention, totally turned on. During his story he'd grown hard every time he got to one of the ‘good parts'. But each time he'd brought his knees up to hide what was happening. But I could see the outlines of his massive shaft inside the loose fitting trousers. I found myself salivating, itching to slip onto his bed and unleash his manhood. But I had a modicum of willpower now, so I forced myself to sit still and listen.When he started describing the crazy elf orgy in his office his eyes glazed over, lost in his memories, unaware that he was getting hard. Much to my surprise and delight, Kris' cock grew larger and larger until his pants were tenting straight up a good ten inches. Then, when he got to the part of his story where he sodomized Blizzard, his cock grew even longer and slowly ripped through the fabric of his loose (but not loose enough) pants. My god! He wasn't lying, it could actually do that! I watched in amazement as the head of his massive pole emerged through the splitting seam, encased at first in his silky red boxers, which were decorated with Christmas trees. But soon the insistent bulge ripped through the silk too, and what to my wondering eyes should appear? Santa's fifteen inch cock! It was darker than the rest of his skin, ruddy and throbbing with his hot blood. The boxers and pants settled, revealing every inch of his throbbing Santahood. I thought he'd been bragging when he how big it was. But I shouldn't have doubted him. Kris Kringle never lies!I'd seen hundreds of cocks on my cross-country quest, from the tiniest little tadgers to the world's biggest pricks. I thought I'd seen them all, but I was wrong. This was definitely the biggest one of them all, by far! I don't particularly care how big a man's penis is when he's fucking me. It always feels great. In fact, anything over two inches thick is downright uncomfortable. But I've always loved to see and hold huge shlongs in my hands, ever since I'd given a bath to fake homeless Santa. Whenever I came across a hung Santa, I'd usually give him a hand job while he fingered me. Sometimes I didn't even need that much to have an orgasm, it was so exciting for me. So looking at Kris' abominable snowman made me instantly wet. I could barely concentrate on his fascinating story.When he finished talking about the orgy, his cock started getting softer, and he only noticed it when it flopped heavily over onto his thigh.“Damn it!” shouted Kris. He sat up in bed to cover himself. His cheeks turned beet red, “I'm so sorry. I hate when it does that!”“It's okay, Kris. Believe me, I've seen it all.” He smiled at me and fumbled his cock back into the ripped hole. I even enjoyed watching that. “I hope that's never happened when kids are around.”“No. I only see kids when I'm delivering toys, and to do that I need all my concentration on the task. I need to be filled, suffused with love and the spirit of Christmas. If I'm thinking about anything else… like naked elves for instance, I just can't do it. I mean, I have to fly my sleigh around to millions of houses in a few hours' time.”“Yes, how do you do that? I've always wanted to know!”“I don't know… I just do. I go into some sort of time warp, I guess. I don't know how it works. It just does. If I'm in the 'Christmas Spirit', that is.” The expression on his face suddenly became desperate and tears filled his eyes.Now I understood. I moved closer, sitting on the edge of my bed. “You're afraid you won't be able to get into the Christmas Spirit this year, don't you?”He burst into tears, holding his hands over his face, his secret fear spoken aloud at last. I moved to his bed and put my hand on his chest. “But what about last Christmas? You delivered the toys then didn't you?”“Yes, but with the added burden of the sex toy deliveries I missed almost twelve thousand homes! I had so send those presents in the… mail.” He said the last word as if it was the most shameful word in the English language. “This year, I don't think I'll be able to deliver any toys at all.” He began weeping again.Santa was a basket case.“Don't cry Kris. I'll help you figure it out.” But of course, I had no idea how. It had taken months for me to stop chasing Santas, even after I realized it was a self-destructive habit that was ruining my life. Christmas Eve was tomorrow! There was precious little time to quiet Kris' troubled mind.I lay down in bed next to Kris, and cuddled him, my hand on his belly, and my head on his shoulder. His strong arm hugged me lightly, but he didn't try to reach farther and feel me up. If he had, I don't know what I would have done.A dim light was coming through the window. Shit! I'd been listening to his story for so many hours, I hadn't noticed the time! It had to be after noon, because the sun was only up between noon and 2 in Alaska that time of year. But Kris felt so warm in my arms. I decided to give him a few minutes to cry softly, while I cuddled him and patted his belly. I closed my eyes… for just a second.When I woke up, Kris' cock had emerged from the hole in his pants again. It seemed to be towering above me. Then I noticed that my bare hand was wrapped around the base of it. Blitzen, it was warm! I could hear from his light snoring that he was asleep. I didn't move a muscle. I just looked at his cock, feeling his flesh in my hand. How long had I been holding it? There was something familiar about his cock… almost like I'd seen it before. Déjà vu… I watched as a tiny bit of pre-cum seeped out of the tip and dripped down the shaft. I stared in fascination as it made its long trip downward, until it spread out on my knuckle. What was I doing?I let go, and sat up. I looked at the clock. We'd been asleep for hours. It was nearly five P.M. on Christmas Eve!“Santa… Kris. Wake up,” I said, my back to him, not wanting to be tempted by the sight of his cock again. “It's Christmas Eve.”He woke up and cursed again at his misbehaving member.I laughed. “Maybe you should invest in some stretch-pants,” I said.He chuckled deeply. “I'm glad I amuse you so much.”I still had no idea what to do to help him, but I knew where to start.“Kris. You need to take me to the North Pole.”I said it firmly, in a no-nonsense way. He said, “Okay.”He'd parked his Sleigh behind a stand of trees a few hundred yards from the diner. My god, the reindeer were beautiful. They were huge and furry. I couldn't believe I was actually seeing them with my own eyes! Kris introduced them to me. Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Sprinkles. Blitzen was apparently home, sick with a cold. As I met each reindeer I was amazed at how individual each one was. Some pranced and pawed, others just stared at me stoically. Apparently Kris understood their language, but I didn't. Just sounded like a bunch of honking and snorting to me.Santa had to hook them to the sleigh, because he'd unbridled them before coming to see me at the Moose Café. That actually touched me a bit. It meant he'd planned to spend some time chatting with me. Or maybe it meant he'd hoped to fuck me. Either way, it was touching.The sleigh was impressive for how unimpressive it was. In all the movies it's this super-amazing contraption. But Santa's sleigh is just an ordinary wooden sleigh with chipped paint and rusty old bells. It looked like it had been patched up a hundred times like the old junker I drove. When I climbed aboard, I didn't feel magical. I had imagined this moment my whole life, but it was actually quite ordinary. Just two people climbing aboard an old sleigh. Ho, hum.But then he shouted in his booming voice, “Dash away!” and the reindeer started galloping. The whole rickety contraption lifted off the snow, as if it were light as a feather. My heart leapt up in my throat! Now this was more like it! The reindeer hooves were now running in midair. We banked up steeply, twisting and dodging among the glistening treetops. I suddenly felt as if the sleigh were going to tip over, so I threw my arms around Kris and looked back to see the lights of Anchorage growing small behind us. The sky was clear. The storm had passed during the night. We were surrounded by stars, dancing playfully around the moon, illuminating a wonderland of snow below us. I held Kris Kringle tight. We snuggled up together, so comfy… so cozy were we.After a while I noticed something odd.“Kris. We must be a thousand feet up, in the arctic… but I'm not cold.”“Of course not. You're with me.”We were picking up speed, but I saw Kris pull back on the reins a bit. I understood. There were still things to be said, but he didn't know how to continue.I gave him a nudge, “So, what happened after the orgy in your office? It sounds like you'd sort of made your peace with the situation.”“Yes. That's right. I didn't have any more orgies for a while. But I did start sleeping with… I mean, fucking female elves, usually one to four at a time. I was shy about it at first, but Blizzard was happy to hook me up with any elf that caught my eye, as long as they weren't Mary's elves. But soon I didn't need help. I hung sprigs of mistletoe about the factory, and if any female elf happened to be standing under one, well she was fair game. It was really quite a fun, liberating time. But I missed Snowbell.”“You didn't see Snowbell?”“No. I asked around for her, but Mary made it clear that Snowbell was her elf, not mine. I didn't want to fight, so there wasn't much I could do about it. Mary and I… well we never talked about any of it. Eventually we stopped talking entirely. She never ate dinner with me anymore, but stayed over in her wing working on her project.”“So you never saw Snowbell again?” I felt sad. From his story, I could tell that Snowbell was special to him.He smiled, “I saw her one last time. She snuck into my bedroom one night. I awoke with her sucking my cock. She laughed and laughed when I woke up, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. Then she got serious and said that she'd been wanting to see me ever so much, but Mary wouldn't let her. I could tell she was conflicted. She was still wearing her hair down as said she would, but she had no choice but to obey Mary. It was in her blood. So I asked her what she was doing in my room. She said Mary had sent her with a proposition. In exchange for one night with Snowbell, I was to donate something to the sex toy project.”“What?”“My cock.”“What do you mean?”“I asked the same thing and when Snowbell told me I had no choice but to comply. I would have traded anything for one more night with that little elf. We fucked for hours. I think we both knew it would be our last time. But before I was done, and when I was at my hardest and longest, Snowbell shaved all the hair off my cock and balls, and spread a molding compound around everything.”Oh, my god… could it be?“When Snowbell was finished she had a perfect cast of my cock and balls. She cleaned off the residue and we went back to fucking… making love, actually, until I fell asleep. When I awoke, Snowbell and the cast were gone.”I started breathing hard. Oh my god, I thought, I hope he tells me what I think he's gonna tell me!“I was sad. But Christmas was coming and I had no time to be maudlin. Anyway, a few days before Christmas Eve Mary finally showed me the sex toy she wanted me to deliver. Apparently, after all the product testing with all the crazy contraptions she could find, she'd determined that the classic sex toy would be best. The big giant dick.”I was right! I was right!“She'd turned the cast of my cock into this big rubber…”I interrupted him, shouting in delight, “…dildo that plays Christmas carols!”He looked at me and a big smile warmed his face. “Did you like it, Virginia?”Oh it was too wonderful for words. “Kris! You saved my life!” I stood up, jumped between his knees and threw my arms around him, kissing him with all my love. Kris Kringle had saved my life!We kissed for a long time. His cock got hard, emerging from the hole in his pants again. It moved up my belly and rested between my breasts, but I didn't touch it. I just wanted to kiss him and he wanted to kiss me. We explored each other's mouths for a long time, sometimes looking into each other's eyes. His azure eyes were the color of a clear blue mountain lake. Eventually his cock realized that I didn't want to fuck, and it shrunk again. I just wanted to kiss Kris Kringle on his sleigh, a thousand feet above the ground, as we crossed the Arctic Circle.When I'd had my fill, I stepped back and saw the quizzical expression on his face.“Thanks,” he said. “But I didn't save your life, Virginia. I just gave you a rubber cock. You didn't send me your customary Christmas list, so I had to put your name on Mary's sex toy list. I was… actually quite worried that you'd be offended by it. That was a pretty obscene Christmas gift. I almost refused to deliver them… but Mary had put so much work into her project, and I was so distracted by all the elf sex I was having, I just didn't have the energy to say no. But right before delivering them, I ripped all the 'from: Santa' tags off.”I put my hands on his fuzzy face. I loved him with all my heart. I'd always loved Santa. But now I loved Kris Kringle, and that's a different thing altogether. “Kris, I never really finished my story earlier. I think now's a good time to tell you how I finally got my shit together. And how you saved my life. ”“Okay”, he said.I kneeled on the bench next to him and held his hand as I talked. “Well, when I found out I was a truck stop whore, I was pretty ticked off, let me tell you. I didn't regret fucking and blowing scores of anonymous Santas. But the lying… it really pissed me off. So before that jerk of a truck driver came back from the shitter, I got behind the wheel of his eighteen-wheeler and drove off without him. He'd taught me how to drive it, the idiot. I headed straight for Alaska. I knew he wouldn't call the cops on me. I mean, what could he say to them? He was my pimp. I could easily prove that and put him in jail."I stopped for gas and Santa hunting all along the Alaska Highway. Fort Nelson, Watson Lake, Winterhorse… Everywhere I stopped I found Santas to kiss and suck and fuck, but they all turned out to be phonies. But I kept heart. I was on a holy mission. Something… some natural force in the universe was driving me to seek you out!”“Well,” he said, “You've finally found me.”I kissed him again, but briefly, and continued my story, “I was getting more and more desperate. By the time I reached Anchorage, Christmas was only a few days away. I started cracking up. I needed to find you… I knew you were in crisis… that you needed me. I was so desperate that I started questioning everything I knew about Santa, and I stopped looking for bearded, jolly, fat men. Now… any man would do. Any man at all as long as he was over thirty. I'd just walk into a gas station or a bar and start kissing every man in the place. Sometimes they'd chase me out… sometimes they wouldn't. Sometimes it ended up with me following them home or taking them back to my stolen truck. Sometimes I was flat on my back in the slushy mud of a freezing cold back alley. Sometimes it was more than one man at a time. One night, four days before Christmas Eve, I went into a sleazy bar, and I was gang fucked. I won't say gang-raped, because I enjoyed every fucking instant of it. There were ten or fifteen men there, all ages, all races, all sizes, fucking me one after another, filling my pussy with cum, shoving their cocks down my throat, jacking off all over my naked body as I lay on my back on the pool table. I loved it… but one by one I realized none of them were you. I begged them to call their friends, anyone, everyone, because Santa was out there somewhere and he needed me to fuck him!”“Oh, Virginia. I'm so sorry.”“An hour and eight men later, a woman came into the bar looking for her boyfriend. When she saw me naked on the pool table, dripping with cum, a line of men waiting for their turn on me, she fought them off and rescued me. I didn't want to leave, but by this time I was too exhausted to resist. She wanted to call the police, but I convinced her that they weren't raping me. I'd asked them to do it… begged them to. She gave me a t-shirt, since my clothes were back at the bar. Then she gave me some sleeping pills, and I fell asleep. But as soon as I woke up I ran straight out the door. Soon I was dashing through the snow, barefoot, going from house to house, looking for men."The first door I banged on was answered by a little old man, probably in his nineties, carrying an oxygen tank. He looked jolly enough for me. I kissed him like crazy, but the tubes that were blowing oxygen up his nose were in the way, so I got on my knees, unzipped his fly and went to town on his cock before he even knew what was happening. He got very hard, very fast. I gobbled on his knob until he shot his wad in my mouth. I looked up at his astonished face, and realized he wasn't you, so I apologized, and ran to the next house. Nobody home. Next house: a woman. Next house…"I found a middle aged man shoveling his sidewalk. I pushed him onto his back in the snow and started kissing him and rubbing myself all over him. I crawled up his body and rubbed my pussy in his face… I was naked under the t-shirt. He was too stunned to lick me or anything so I just fucked his face for a while. He took off his gloves and started feeling me up… my ass, my tits. Finally he started licking my pussy like crazy. That was more like it! I finally had a screaming orgasm. I was going to fuck him next, but I heard his wife in the house yelling, 'what was that noise, Frank? Are you okay?' Frank? Not Santa? I jumped up and ran off. Next house, nobody home, next house a woman making breakfast for her children."Next I came across a small church. I ran inside, intending to pray for you to find me, but instead I found the pastor polishing a candelabra. Soon, I was polishing his penis; first with my mouth, then with my pussy. He was an enthusiastic convert to the church of Virginia, because he bent me over on the railing they give communion at and fucked me from behind. Instead of shooting his wad in me, however, he had me kneel in front of him while he jerked himself off on my face. I looked up at him, my hands together, praying he would turn out to be the real true Santa. He wasn't. Just a perverted priest, led astray by a Santa-seeking slut."I was absolutely totally crazed, but happy, so happy! I felt as if I were fulfilling my purpose in the universe! I didn't even knock at the next door I came to. I just barged right in and saw a teenaged boy sitting in front of a television, playing a video game. He was definitely the youngest person I'd ever considered might be Santa, but by this time my standards had really slipped. It turned out later he was eighteen, but I didn't even think about it at the time. I just pushed his game controller aside, unzipped his fly and started sucking his cock. He couldn't believe what was happening. It was like his secret Christmas wish had come true. I heard later that he was a virgin. He isn't anymore. As soon as he was good and hard, I jumped on his lap and started fucking him. He was so astonished that he didn't even notice the preacher's cum dripping off my face. As I fucked him I lifted my shirt up and rubbed my breasts all over his face. His hard young cock felt so good inside me! I started having a screaming orgasm. Soon he started quivering, then he started cumming."That's when his mother came back from the store. She'd gone to buy a new snow shovel. When she walked in, she thought her son was being attacked by some wild woman from the woods… and I guess he was. She attacked me with the snow shovel.”I lifted up my bangs, to show the long scar I now had on my forehead.Kris' eyes were smoky with compassion. I noticed he had an erection from my story, but he'd put a blanket in his lap to cover it up. He leaned toward me and kissed my scar.I smiled, “There's another one on my thigh… I'll let you kiss that one later. That woman really did a number on me. She even knocked out my two front teeth. I still owe money for the implants. But… actually, she did me a favor. She stopped my ecstatic rampage. I woke up in the Anchorage hospital.”“Yes, I remember,” said Kris. “I'd wondered why you were in a hospital, but I couldn't stick around to find out. I still had millions of presents to deliver.”I put my hand on his cheek. “That's okay. Anyway, when I woke up, it was Christmas eve. I was scarred, and black and blue all over. A male doctor came in to see me, and the first thing I did was to try to unzip his fly to suck his cock. He backed off and I tried to get out of bed to get at him! He said there was a big suture on my thigh, so I needed to keep still. But I didn't care. The nurses had to restrain me… strap me to the bed so I wouldn't hurt myself. The doctor called in a psychiatrist. I was too crazed with desperation to lie, so I told her that I needed to find Santa, I needed to fuck him! I couldn't explain it. I just had to! She was very nice, but in the end she filled out some paperwork to have me transferred to a mental hospital in a few days. I knew what that meant. I'd be locked up! But later that night I was able to talk the nurses into taking off my restraints. They figured it was cruel to keep me strapped down on Christmas Eve. But they kept a sharp eye on me. I waited and waited for everyone to leave for the day. But I fell asleep, listening to the nurses sing Silver Bells as they exchanged presents out in the nurse's station. When I woke up, it was dark. No one was stirring.”“Not even a mouse?” asked Kris, smiling.“Not even a mouse. I snuck out of bed, determined to escape. I was going to run out into the cold dark night. It was crazy. The suture on my leg would have opened up. I'd have bled to death, or froze. I didn't care. I just needed to find Santa… but then… I saw it.”“My present,” he said, smiling.I nodded. “Your present. It was sitting right there, on the rolling tray next to my bed. A big, red, wrapped oblong box. I wondered if the nurses had left it for me. I didn't see a tag. I wanted to run… but I thought… maybe, just maybe, this present was from you. So I carefully unwrapped it, quietly and slowly so nobody would hear me. I was surprised as fuck-all when I saw what was inside. It said 'Santa's Little Helper' on the box, and had a small cartoony drawing of you. Most of the box, though, was clear plastic and I could see what was inside. A giant rubber cock, colored red and white in a spiral pattern, just like the North Pole. I started laughing. I thought, what the fuck is this? Who the hell gave this crazy thing to me? I mean… it was obscene! It was like, fifteen inches long, and four inches thick!” I mimicked the shape and size of it with my hands. He laughed.“When I saw your cock earlier, I should have recognized it. But the spiral red and white stripes must have thrown me off. And I never, even once, thought that YOU had given me that crazy cock! I took it out of the package, absolutely fascinated by it! I didn't know then what I found so fascinating. But… now I know. It was you, Kris. It was your cock. It was what I'd been searching for the last three years… but I didn't even know it! I held it in my hands, feeling its meaty weight… it's insane girth. In spite of the unrealistic coloring, it felt so realistic. I had a rubber cock once… it was all floppy, but this thing… well it was stiff as well as soft, just like a real cock. I knew it would never fit inside me… but I had to try it out. I lay back on my bed, my desire to run away suddenly forgotten. I lifted up my hospital gown and pulled my panties open. I put the head of that monster up to my pussy lips and began to masturbate my clit with it. It felt amazing. I have no idea why. My skin tingled at its touch. It began to vibrate, even though I hadn't turned on any switch. It was a soft vibration… almost undetectable, not like the crude buzzing that normal dildoes make. I started getting wet… and I mean soaking wet. I pushed the head of that thing between my pussy lips and it slid inside. I couldn't believe it. I'd never been able to enjoy the feeling of a big dick inside me, and this was bigger than any I'd ever felt before. It was mind blowing. Oh sure, it felt tight, but it fit! So I decided that it must have been designed to shrink in order to fit inside anybody, no matter their size, you know, like squeezing a sponge. Anyway, it felt good inside me, so I thrust it deeper and it really seemed to go farther than I would have thought possible. It was like a magic act really… the way it seemed to disappear inside me… all the way to the base. And weirdest of all… it was like I could feel all fifteen inches of it inside me, even though I know, for a fact, I am not fifteen inches deep!”Kris was surprised to hear all this. “I didn't know it did that. Mary didn't demonstrate it for me. Just loaded them up on the sleigh. Wow. Elf magic, I guess.”I giggled, “When it was all the way inside me, it started playing a Christmas carol. 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town'. I laughed out loud! I thought it was the craziest gift ever! I was so curious who'd left it for me so I could thank them! I grabbed it by its big, heavy balls and started fucking myself with it, and soon I felt so good, I forgot all about how weird it was. I was just fucking myself, feeling the vibration of the music deep inside me. I crammed it into myself for minute after wonderful minute, screaming into a pillow to stifle the sound. I had a powerful orgasm. Powerful."I lay back, the cock… your cock, still inside me, and I went into a post orgiastic state. But your cock wasn't finished with me! It started moving inside me, very slightly, just enough to keep my orgasm zinging, like it was a stone skipping across a lake. I don't know how long this lasted but when it was over… I was absolutely spent… and I felt content. My need to chase Santa had lessened. It was still there, but the hungry, insane desperation was gone. I pulled your cock out of me and lay in bed, hugging it to my belly like a pet, and fell asleep, getting the first really good night's sleep I'd had in two years.”I kissed Kris again. “Thank you for the present Santa.”“You're welcome, Virginia.”To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

Kris finds comfort in some sexy elves.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Maybe she'd never really loved me, and the novelty of being Saint Nicholas' wife had worn thin after a century or so. But in any case, whatever love we'd shared had melted away like the mighty glaciers of Greenland. Gone… perhaps never to return.All at once I realized I was free. Free to do whatever I wanted with Snowbell, or the kitchen elf Icicle, or my secretary Blizzard… hell, with any fucking elf at the whole fucking North Pole, and Mary wouldn't mind. Why should she? She was no longer mine, and I was no longer hers.I reached out and pushed a button, closing a curtain over the window into the test room. Then I switched off the sound, cutting off Mary's musical cries of pleasure in mid “Oh”. I didn't want to hear her orgasm right now. I wanted to hear someone else's.I reached over to put my large right hand on Snowbell's miniature belly. She looked up at me and smiled warmly. Then I ran my hand up under her teddy and cupped her naked breast. I pinched her little blue gumdrop nipple and she groaned in her high, wispy voice.“Oh, Santa! That feels good!”She threw her body across my lap, her arms above her head and let me explore her body with my hands as she cooed and hummed. Snowbell's skin wasn't as soft as Mary's, but touching it made my fingers tingle and my cock throb with desire. More elf magic, I suppose. I touched her everywhere: her face, neck, arms and legs, but I saved her pussy for last. When I finally got there, I ran my fingers along the naked lips, then played with her hard little clitoris for a while, which made her laugh and shriek with pleasure.Then I put my big middle finger between her perfect little pussy lips. She gave a little shriek of joy as I buried my finger, knuckle deep, in her tingling vagina. She was deeper than I would have guessed, because my long finger didn't reach the back. When I did this with Mary I could feel the stiff lump of her cervix with my fingertip. But I pushed into Snowbell as far as I could go, meeting no obstructions. The powerful muscles inside Snowbell's vagina constricted around my fingers. I wondered what my cock would feel like inside there…But I laughed at the absurd thought. At fifteen inches, my cock was almost as long as her entire abdomen! And I was four inches thick, but Snowbell's pussy was squeezing my finger tightly as it was. We'd never fit together. But it was an intriguingly naughty thought.I began to finger fuck Snowbell, driving myself into her as if my finger were my cock, letting my knuckle stimulate her clit with each thrust.“Oh, Santa, yes!!!” Whimpered Snowbell. I explored her insides with my finger… it was so smooth in there. None of the little flaps of skin and mysterious shapes that Mary's had. Only smooth skin, with rippling muscles just under the surface, which she seemed to be able to control. Her vagina started to loosen, so I put a second finger in and her pussy seemed to expand to take it. Now I put three fingers in, and spread them wide… fuck! I slipped my entire hand into her, thumb and all! I knew right then that my cock, as big as it was, could definitely fit inside Snowbell. I probably couldn't go very deep inside her, but at least as deep as I ever had with Mary.Snowbell, enjoying the feeling of my whole hand inside her, wrapped her hands around my cock and looked up at me, tears flowing out of her ancient eyes. I saw an aching need in them. She wanted my cock. And not just because Mary told her to make me happy. But because I was Santa fuckin' Claus!I took my hand out of Snowbell and lifted her to kiss her on the mouth. She threw her arms around my neck and her eager lips opened. I felt her lithe elfin tongue penetrate my mouth, and swirl around my tongue and across my teeth, making everything tingle magically. I could tell that her tongue wasn't as long as Tinsel's, which was a bit of a relief. It was so insanely erotic, I felt euphoric. I lifted her higher and took her firm, round breast into my mouth, and tickled her gumdrop nipple with my tongue. A little squirt of nectar came out of the tip, splashing across my tongue. It tasted like peppermint schnapps!!“Snowbell, what was that?”“My milk, Santa. Have some more!” She pressed her other breast into my mouth, and when I tickled the nipple, another jet of peppermint shot across my tongue to the back of my mouth. I was drinking elf milk! It was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted, and slightly intoxicating.“Please, Santa, fuck me!” moaned Snowbell.I hesitated, still unsure this was the right thing to do, “Are you sure, Snowbell?”“Please, Santa, please! Let it be my Christmas gift. If you give me your cock, you don't have to give me anything else!” She was so adorable.“Okay Snowbell, but only if you give me your pussy as your present to me.” She nodded and we kissed again, hotly. I held her small head in my hands, my fingers fingering her ears up to the long tapering points. She moaned. Apparently an elf's ears are one of their g-spots. Our tongues danced and tingled with magic, as I guided my cock to her pussy lips.“Okay, Snowbell. Are you ready to trade Christmas presents?”“Yes, Santa.” She said sweetly.All I had to do was thrust upward a little and my big cock slipped into her tight wet tunnel. She shrieked a high-pitched wail of pure joy, then lowered herself slowly down my shaft. She was tight, but not nearly as tight as Mary. I easily entered her. My cock began tingling, and I felt her rippling vaginal muscles pulling me ever deeper, like a constricting snake. I kept expecting to reach her cervix any second, but I kept going deeper and deeper, until it seemed utterly impossible. I could see her entire body expanding, elastically, to accept my girth. My cock was going past where her intestines should be… then past her lungs, then past her heart. Then… almost to the base of her throat. Her face was contorting in joy, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Finally, all the way down, my balls pressed into her labia, and the tip of my cock pressed against the underside of her clavicle. I was completely encased inside her body. Who knew elf pussies were so deep?It felt more amazing than anything I could have ever imagined. Every inch of me surrounded by the rippling undulations of her vaginal muscles. I could also feel her internal organs moving… her lungs breathing against my shaft, and her two hearts beating just under the head of my cock. I lifted her up, feeling every inch of her insides rubbing along my sensitive skin, until only the head of my cock was still inside her. She looked at me with wonder sparkling in her elfin eyes.“Santa!!! I didn't think you'd fit but you do!!” She hugged me tightly, then said, “Oh please, do it again. Harder, faster…” I pulled her down again, hard this time and drove myself again into her tiny, well lubricated body. Her pussy was dripping, almost flooding, with a steady stream of her juices. I felt a river of it pouring down my balls, setting them alive with tingles. I had no idea what Mary was doing in the test room. I didn't care. I was fucking an elf, and loving it!I was close to cumming again, so I started to pull out.But Snowbell could feel my orgasm coming. She said, “No, Santa, anoint my insides! Please, Santa, oh, pretty please.”I stood up, holding Snowbell easily in my hands. I fucked her standing up, holding her little body in the air, something I'd never done with Mary. I fucked Snowbell as hard and as deep and as powerfully as I could, sliding in and out, all fifteen inches with each stroke, her jingle bell ring ting tingling away. I had an orgasm that was almost as powerful than the one on my wedding night. I shot my semen deep inside that little aqua colored elf, load after load, probably two quarts, but she was so deep that hardly any of it spilled out. As I was cumming, so was she, but it was a much more powerful orgasm than she'd had earlier. Little fountains of peppermint schnapps nectar shot out of her nipples into the air. I leaned forward and took one breast in my mouth and sucked a mouthful of her delicious milk and swallowed it, feeling a rush of intoxication flowing to my brain. I couldn't believe how long her orgasm lasted this time. I tried to pull my cock out, but her muscles held me in. They felt like they were milking the last cum out of me, with rippling inward contractions that were so fucking wonderful, that I started cumming again without warning.“Snowbell!” I shouted hoarsely, pumping my love potion into her pussy with an intensity that would have killed a mortal man. When our orgasms had abated, I flopped weakly down on the couch, leaving my cock inside her, with her straddling and hugging me. I lovingly undid her braids, spreading her soft white hair out on her back. She cooed against me in pleasure the whole time. My cock, though softer, was still deep inside her, being slowly stimulated by the undulations of her vaginal muscles. Her hearts were beating fast against the tip of my cock, but she didn't seem uncomfortable at all. She just hummed “Jingle Bells” contentedly against my belly.After I'd undone all her hair, I said, “I like your hair down, Snowbell.”She smiled, “Okay Santa. I'll wear it this way from now on, forever!”My cock grew hard within a few minutes time. I put my hands under Snowbell's ass and started lifting her up and down. Now my cum began to spill out of her, forming a pool under my balls, soaking the couch. I was hard. So hard. And I could feel every square inch of me inside her. I could fuck her all day.So I did.Needless to say, I didn't make any of my meetings that day. I can only presume that Mary finished her ‘test' long before Snowbell and I were done. I fucked that little elf again and again, her long white hair flying all around her beautiful blue head, until my cock was sore. I drank so much of her milk, that eventually I fell asleep, drunk off my ass.When I awoke it was late the following afternoon, feeling somewhat hung over from the elf milk. Snowbell was nowhere to be seen, but my cum had been cleaned carefully off everything, although there were several large stains of it on the couch and my pants. I put clothes on, wracked with shame. I quickly left Mary's wing of the factory, headed toward my office.When I entered primary toy assembly room #1, I couldn't believe my eyes. Mary had instituted the new dress code overnight, and now the elves were dressed in lovely blue and white clothing, most of it quite skimpy and revealing, although none of the outfits as skimpy as what Snowbell had worn the previous night. There were a handful of holdouts stubbornly wearing their old red and blue lederhosen. Every group has a few curmudgeons, but they were in the minority.It was an amazing, horrifying sight. Now every female elf I saw was radiantly feminine, and every male was oozing virility. The females were all batting their eyelashes at me alluringly and the males were nodding at me knowingly. It was obvious that Snowbell had told them how I'd 'anointed' her insides. Every female elf, including the curmudgeons, appeared to be working up the courage to ask me to anoint them too. I'd never felt so uncomfortable in the toy factory in my life!I scuttled up to my office to think about what to say when I saw Mary. This had to stop! We had to go back to the old uniforms! This was obscene! You can't make toys this way! Half an hour after I sat down at my desk, my secretary Blizzard sauntered in, dressed in a miniature version of a human secretary outfit, tight white shirt, dark blue skirt, high heels, and glasses perched on her nose. A pencil was stuck comically through her braided hair.“Oh…. Shit.” I mumbled. I knew instantly why she was dressed this way.Back in the seventies I'd started an experimental intern program for college kids to come work with us at the North Pole during their summer break. The idea was that these humans would go back to the real world and spread a little belief. But one of the students, Holly, was assigned to work in my office as Blizzard's assistant. She was as sexy as hell. One night after everyone had gone home, she propositioned me. She even went so far as to hop up on my desk and open her legs, showing me her panties, which had a little red bow on the crotch. I came very close to accepting her gift. The next morning I canceled the whole program in spite of Mary's objections. She didn't know how close I'd come to fucking Holly on my desk! Ever since then I'd been fantasizing about what would have happened if I'd accepted. And now that fantasy was standing in front of me, four foot three and as sexy as hell.I'd never seen Blizzard's figure this well before. Whereas Snowbell was thin and willowy, Blizzard was curvy and buxom, like a miniature Marilyn Monroe. Blizzard's skin was snowy white, except for her lips, which were cobalt blue. Her eyelashes were almost an inch long. She batted them at me and winked. My cock got so hard so fast it bonked against the underside of my desk.Blizzard sauntered right up to me and spoke in a breathless voice that immediately reminded me of Holly, “Mr. Kringle, can I ask you a favor?”“Yes, what is it Blizzard?”“You didn't get me anything for secretary's day this year.” She pouted dramatically.“Oh? I didn't know we observed that holiday. But I didn't mean to offend you.”“You could certainly make it up to me.”“How?”“Well… You could anoint me, for one thing,” she said, giggling just like Holly did.Gulp. I hadn't realized how fast temptation would rear its ugly head. I needed to nip this thing in the bud, and I needed to do it soon! But… Blizzard was so fucking hot! Not just because she looked like Holly… but because she looked like Blizzard, one of the sexiest creatures I'd ever laid eyes on. I needed to stop this madness before it got out of control!“Uh… not now, Blizzard. I just woke up.”She looked at me quizzically, and dropped the Holly accent for a minute, and spoke in her own precise and punctilious voice. “Mr. Kringle, I've been your secretary for over eighty years. I know what you want before you do. And you want to anoint me. Don't deny it.”“No I don't, Blizzard. Just… leave me!” I shouted, trying to scare her off. She didn't bat an eyelash, but just smiled, and stepped up to me, and rolled my chair back from the desk. I couldn't cover my erection. It was just too huge.“Well, well, well, Mr. Kringle, what have we here?” With one deft move, she pulled my waistband down, exposing my huge cock. “Your mouth says no, but your cock says yes, yes, yes.”Before I could answer or protest, she bent over, and engulfed my cock in her mouth. I wanted to push her off me… but I couldn't. Once again, I felt the tingling magic of elfin juices. She slobbered all over me as she worked my shaft deep into her flexible throat. Her hands stroked my shaft powerfully, and her long prehensile tongue slipped out around the edge of her lips, wrapping around my pole like a slithering snake all the way down to my balls. It was creepy… but insanely erotic at the same time.I couldn't believe this little, efficient, motherly elf who I'd dictated millions of letters to for eighty years, was now sucking my cock. It was naughty, naughty, naughty!“I told you Blizzard, I'm busy! Go away!” I bellowed at her, hoping deep inside that she wouldn't obey me.She stood up, and for a second I thought she was going to leave. But instead, she hopped up on my desk and opened her legs wide, just as Holly had done. And just as with Holly, she was wearing a little pair of panties with a red bow on the crotch.I stood up and shouted. “Get out of my office, Blizzard, or I'll fire you!”Then once again, mimicking Holly's voice, she said, “Aren't you going to open your present, Mr. Kringle?”My hands were ripping her panties open, before I even knew it.“I told you to get out of my office! Why don't you obey me?” I shouted, but I kept opening my present, ripping her skirt apart, and then shredding her shirt, then her bra without bothering to unhook it. Her pearl necklace burst open, sending pearls scattering among the shreds of clothing I was flinging everywhere. Now she was mostly naked, except for some tattered remains, and oh, baby Jesus, she was a beautiful sight! She was shapely and buxom, and her body was snow white from head to toe, even the irises of her eyes. Her breasts were a lot bigger and less firm than Snowbell's, and as soon as I ripped off her bra, I had my hands on them, pinching her clear, hard, ice colored nipples. She groaned in pleasure… that's as far as I'd gone with Holly.I took my hands out of her, and slammed my hands down on either side of the desk, and shouted in her face, “I said, go!”She crossed her legs slowly, and picked up a pad of paper from my desk. Then slowly took the pencil out of her hair and said, in Holly's voice, “Would you like me to take a letter for you, Mr. Kringle?”“No! No!” Go away, Holly!“And who shall I address it to?” she said, playfully putting the pencil to the paper.I roared, “Get out right now!”She wrote that down, "Was that, 'Get out right now', or 'Get out brown cow'?” she said in a chirpy cheerful voice, as she slowly crossed her legs, hiding her beautiful white pussy from me.“Fuck!” I screamed. I flipped her over on her chest, and put the large head of my cock right up against her wet pussy. I paused, trying to force myself to back off. Oh god, this is exactly what I'd wanted to do to Holly.She still had the pad of paper in her hands. She wrote down, 'fuck' in large letters and asked, “Would that be one exclamation point, Mr. Kringle, or two?”She let out a long, surprised, orgasmic shriek as I thrust into her all fifteen inches of angry Santa. When my balls finally slapped against her labia, she moaned in her own voice, “Oh, Mr. Kringle! I can feel you in my throat!!”I started fucking her, hard, my hand on her back, pushing her down on the desk. She was helpless.“You should have escaped while you could, Holly! Now I'm gonna fuck you senseless!” I was pounding her so hard, so powerfully, I knew Holly couldn't have taken it. I'd have caused her severe internal injuries! But Blizzard could take what I had to give her, because she was an elf!I spread her glittery white buttocks with my hands to watch my cock sliding in and out of her. I could actually see the flexible bones in her pelvis stretching open to accept me. Then I noticed her little asshole… it started to open and close, as if inviting me to touch it. I ran my thumb down to touch the rim of it, something I'd never done with Mary.Blizzard groaned, “Ooh!” and the little hole opened a little, as if beckoning me inside.Although I'd never done such a thing before, I stuck my thumb in her asshole, and she screeched in pleasure. Copious quantities juice began shooting out of her pussy around my cock, bathing my balls. I also saw a pool of liquid spreading out from her breasts. I smelled the peppermint schnapps odor of elf milk. Blizzard began moaning in her high-pitched voice, having orgasm after orgasm.Suddenly I felt hands on my thighs, I turned in surprise to see the three female elves who were tasked to keep my 'Nice or Naughty' list up-to-date. They were in various stages of undress, and were feeling me up, running their hands all over my buttocks and between my legs to tickle my balls as I fucked Blizzard. I looked down at their beautiful bodies. Each one of them was so different, yet so adorable… Teacup was thin and elegant, with vivid blue-green skin and long pointy ears, Cookie dough was very short and very plump, with pale blue skin with lots of little brown freckles that almost looked like chocolate chips, and Indigo was a muscular female with an enormous, shapely ass and skin so dark blue that it was almost black. They all looked up at me with wonder in their elfin eyes. Teacup was standing on my chair, so I reached down and slipped my free hand between her legs. Soon she was giggling happily as I rubbed my fingers all over and into her blue-green pussy.Five more elves came running into the office, whooping like crazy, peeling their clothes off. I looked around and realized that now everyone on my personal staff were in the room, and before I could wrap my mind around it, the office orgy began. One of the males, a muscular looking green elf named Dairy bell, pushed little Pinecone to her knees and began fucking her up the ass, without so much as a how-de-do. His cock grew and grew, so that it was enormous. Not as big as mine, but a lot bigger than I would have guessed and elf cock to be. Sugar Plum, a very shy male elf who often made me hot cocoa, hopped up on my desk and began thrusting his growing cock into Blizzard's mouth. He smiled at me sweetly, hardly able to make eye contact with me, yet here he was, in spite of his shyness, cramming his engorged blue cock into my secretary's mouth! His penis grew quite long, almost twelve inches, although it was only about an inch and a half thick. He was shoving in all the way down her eager throat, and into her esophagus, and she was having no trouble at all breathing around it. Suddenly I could feel his cock and my cock brushing past each other on her insides, separated only by the fleshy membranes of her internal organs.Instead of being shocked by my first sexual interaction with a male elf, I pondered what kind of anatomy allowed this sort of thing to happen? I wondered if I could stick my cock as far up Blizzard's ass as it was now up her vagina. I looked over at Pinecone. She seemed to be handling about half of Dairybell's big cock, so without asking, I repositioned my cock over Blizzard's anus, my mind exploding with the sudden need to take this final plunge into complete depravity. My cock was well lubricated with her vaginal juices, but she was so tight, I felt like she was going to crush my cock as I pushed myself inside. She didn't do anything but moan louder, so I assumed she was enjoying this. The deeper I pushed myself, the tighter she got. When I was halfway in, I met an obstruction, and now I knew how deep an elf's ass is. Then I pulled out again, and pushed my way in. She was no longer as tight as before, so I began pounding her with greater speed.Then Sugar Plum pulled his cock out of Blizzard's mouth, and now she could vocalize her pleasure again. “Oh Mr. Kringle! Your cock feel so good up my ass! Harder! Harder!”Sugar Plum started wriggling his legs under her body. I didn't know what he was doing at first, but soon his legs came out under her legs, right under my balls. Within a second or two he stuck his cock in her pussy, as I was sodomizing her. Her flexible pelvis expanded to take us both at the same time. My balls were slapping against his balls, as we double penetrated Blizzard. It was the most filthy thing ever, and I loved it, god help me, I loved it! Blizzard was moaning loudly in pleasure, and started to cum. She arched up on her arms, shooting her milk right into Sugar Plum's eager mouth. I cupped my hand under the other breast, and brought a handful up to my mouth drinking it down greedily.Then, as if that weren't enough craziness to process, I felt Cookie dough put her hands around my thighs and bury her face between my butt cheeks. Then, much to my horror, I could feel Cookie dough's long tongue working its way into my anus! I tried to reach around to stop her, but then my anus began to tingle with the elf magic, and a warmth spread through my backsides. My pleasure jumped to a higher level than I'd ever experienced before!I felt myself cumming, but Blizzard, sensing I was about to come, clamped her powerful anus tight, trapping my cock inside her, and squeezing off my orgasm, so it had nowhere to go. The insane intensity in my abdomen and nut sack doubled. Now Cookie dough's tongue was going deeper and deeper inside me, so invasive, yet a warmth was spreading through my pelvis that rocked me to the core.I couldn't wrap my mind around this. It seemed like I was in the middle of some kind of nightmare wet dream. Yesterday all these elves had been my most dependable, personal employees, now we were having an orgy of epic debauchery in my office! I looked around in amazement. Fluffball was going down on Pinecone, while Gingerbread fucked her from behind. Pinecone and Dairy Bell had switched positions, and now Dairy Bell was working her long tongue up his asshole as he masturbated himself. Over on my workbench, Dingaling was holding a nutcracker in each hand, thrusting them in and out of Patches' and Thimbletop's pussies. Sugar Plum and I were double-teaming Blizzard, and Indigo jumped up on the desk and pressed her pussy to Blizzard's mouth and long elfin tongue. And as Cookie Dough ate out my ass, my fingers brought Teacup into a shrieking orgasm, and I felt her milk oozing out of her breasts against my arm.A thought flickered through my head that I was cheating… but not on Mary. On Snowbell. But somehow I knew that Snowbell wouldn't care, not because she didn't love me, but because she did!I looked around at these ancient creatures, and felt blessed to be participating in this amazing, world shattering event. But although it was important, it was also unimportant at the same time. This was nothing weird or unusual to the elves. They were just enjoying each other, laughing and fucking, without reservation, as they'd done from the dawn of time, without worrying about right or wrong, male or female, nice or naughty. They all looked at me from time to time, smiling radiantly. They were having an orgy with Santa Claus! It was one of the best days ever!It felt so right! So true! So pure! Sin seemed a silly concept to me now, compared to this pure and open expression of sharing and lust and love. I felt an orgasm building again. But instead of clamping me off as she'd done before, Blizzard scrambled off me and Sugar Plum and jumped to the floor shouting, “Anoint us, Mr. Kringle!”She got between my legs and began to jerk my cock powerfully with her hands, and shouted, “Anoint us all!” All the elves in the room stopped what they were doing and ran to be in front of me and looked up in rapture, just as my sperm shot up my shaft. As I came, Blizzard aimed me around the room like a fire-hose, so my cum spattered all over the elves. They were laughing and rolling around on their backs as if they were playing in the snow. I shot blast after blast, as she pulled it out of me with her powerful, ancient hands. I couldn't believe how much cum I was creating, it was almost miraculous. I'd done this before inside Mary and Snowbell's pussies, but I'd never actually seen it shooting into the air in such quantities before. After each shot the elves would shout, “Hooray!” I came, as far as I could estimate, twice as much, and twice as long, as I had on my wedding day!Blizzard saved the last shot of cum for herself, aiming it right into her face and open mouth. She swallowed it down and said, “Snowbell is right! It tastes just like eggnog!” Then all elves started licking my cum off each other, and giggling at the yummy flavor. I collapsed back into my chair, as if I'd just completed a marathon run from the South Pole. I watched and laughed as the elves began to play with my come, throwing it at each other as if they were having a snowball fight.Then Sugar Plum jumped up on the desk and began jerking his engorged cock and shot a spray of his own watery blue cum all over everyone, including me. I didn't know how to process that. I definitely wasn't sexually attracted to male elves. But… a bit of his cum trickled into my mouth and it tasted of cranberries. I licked my lips, not wanting to insult him by wiping his cum off my face. After all, he'd anointed me.I watched the elves play for the longest time, my heart full of love for them all. They started fucking again and having orgasms and anointing each other. All the female elves, at one point or another, hopped up into my lap and pressed their breasts to my mouth so I could take a deep drink of their intoxicatingly delicious milk. I didn't get another erection, I was just too spent. I was also dazed and drunk. At some point, Cookiedough sat in my lap, and I masturbated her fat little pussy with my fingers until she was writhing in pleasure. I leaned over her and drunkenly took both her large bouncy breasts into my mouth and chugged her nectar as she came.That's the last thing I remember.To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

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Mixed feelings on this one. Is "Sugarplum" the actresses single name? Is she human? Why doesn't she understand anything about life? If she's just a character, does she have a human double out here somewhere? Why aren't these questions ever answered???If you hate commercials but love a sassy movie breakdown with a lot of pithy life observations strewn in, look for us on Patreon for an ad-free experience and bonuses!You can also find us on Apple Podcasts here: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/nameless-best-friends/id1714011277 and on Spotify here: https://open.spotify.com/show/5TL5kAlHI2uQ3NGet2FO0g?si=e16dadfa84684df5Find books by Beth Harbison everywhere books are sold, and definitely look for Paige's book The Other Side of Now in Spring 2025 and find her hilarious one minute Hallmark, etc. videos on TikTok and Instagram, where she's known as Pharbeaux. Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Watch on Philo! - Philo.tv/DTHCozyEarth.com - promo code HALLMARK for up to 40% off your orderThe movie kicks off with a promotion for The Harmony Channel! They are airing a marathon of their popular Sugarplummed series, and viewers can win a home decorated for Christmas!Cut to real life: Emily is a mom of a moody, artistic teenage girl named Nina and a TikToking teenage boy named Max. She's married to Ben, an architect who never understands what his son is doing—ever.Emily is very type A, complete with her Christmas checklist. Her family doesn't care for her checklist; they just want to do their own thing. Emily's a hot-shot deal maker with an assistant who spends her days watching made-for-TV Christmas movies. Emily explains that these movies are dumb and all follow the same rules. She says, “Of course, I'd love for life to be like one of these movies, but it's just not realistic.” Her assistant encourages her to live in the moment instead of focusing on her list, and maybe she'll be surprised.Emily's mom collected ornaments, so when she finds out that night that they were delivered from storage to her office, she runs to the office to grab them. The box breaks, and they all fall onto the floor, including a star that says, “Whatever wish you make, it'll grant.” She looks up and sees one of those Sugarplummed movies on TV, so she wishes for a Sugarplum Christmas. Just then, the star begins to glow, and all the lights in the office start to flicker. Suddenly, Sugarplum magically appears in her office. Sugarplum is just as confused as Emily and asks Emily to help her get back to her town of Perfection. Emily, overwhelmed, says, “I'm going crazy!” and runs to leave. Sugarplum follows her, and they figure out that people can see Sugarplum but don't recognize her as Sugarplum.Sugarplum is confused by the lack of snow and explains that snow is part of the rules! Emily is shocked and asks, “The rules are real?” Sugarplum replies, “I mean, it's a book!” She pulls out the book and says, “It's pretty clear that I'm here to help you with your perfect Christmas list, and after I do that, I'll get back to my home!”The next day, Emily wakes up shocked to find that Sugarplum has brought in a full crew to decorate her house like a winter wonderland. Emily is surprised to learn that the decorators are working out of the goodness of their hearts. Luckily, she has a bag full of princess tiaras from all the princesses she's met.When Sugarplum finds out that Emily has a big-city job, she just has to tag along! She listens in as Emily has a meeting with a developer who wants to tear down a ski lodge. Sugarplum walks in and works her magic, even helping two enemies, Vic Webster and Fiona Gubelmenn, fall in love—and boy, is it steamy! Give those two a movie ASAP.The magic of Sugarplum continues. When they find out that the headphones Nina wants for Christmas are only available if you win a Christmas competition, Sugarplum absolutely crushes it.Emily is too busy to show up for Max's career event, so Sugarplum agrees to go. At first, the kids make fun of her for being weird and make fun of Max for bringing her, but then Sugarplum pulls out a magic snow globe and causes it to snow indoors. It's phenomenal. Max becomes the most popular kid in school.Emily gets great news—her newly decorated house has secured them a spot in the Harmony Channel Christmas house competition.But the magic begins to fade. The power goes out due to too many Christmas lights. Vic Webster wasn't actually into Fiona; he just wanted to trick her into giving up the ski lodge. Sugarplum gets sued for cutting down a tree and then arrested for the snow in the school.The police are baffled by Sugarplum, seeing as how she has snowflakes as fingerprints. Luckily, Emily knows the law and is able to get her released.But it's getting too real for Emily. Her son is suspended, and her daughter is mad at her for ignoring her. Sugarplum realizes the magic is fading. Emily thinks that as long as she wins the contest, they'll be okay! That'll be the amazing memory her family needs to keep the magic light burning.But things get out of control when she adds a ton more to try to ensure they win the contest. She doesn't even realize that her family is absolutely hating it. Her kids say, “We didn't ask for any of this. We want Christmas to be like it used to be.” They all leave her alone and go to the Christmas pageant like they used to do together.Sugarplum helps Emily realize that her family doesn't need a perfect Christmas—they need her. Emily pulls out of the competition and makes it in time to see her daughter perform at the pageant. But Nina is freaking out and runs away. Emily goes after her, apologizes for being the worst, and tells her that she believes in her and that she shouldn't worry about being perfect, just have fun.The performance is great, complete with some Christmas magic. Everything is as it should be, and Sugarplum says it's time for her to go. She suddenly is transported back into the TV, and the family sits down to watch a Christmas movie, realizing that their friend Sue looked a whole lot like Sugarplum on TV.

Well, Hallmark went full meta with Harmony Home and its Sugarplum series. Honestly, we're rooting for this to become a real franchise and need that rule book published immediately. Hallmark needed to decide if it wanted this to be funny or heartfelt. And while the sugarplum whimsy was delightfully fun, even gin cookies couldn't make this family believable. We still wish this could have been our gay movie of the year. We hope they try again—just without the dad. Join us for Episode 17 of our snarky adventure as we watch, discuss, and judge Hallmark Christmas movies. Check out our latest rankings at HallmarkSnark.com and follow us @HallmarkSnark on Facebook, Instagram, and Bluesky.

Julie Danielson & David Gomez writers from the Music Theatre of Kansas City join Hogge in studio to talk The newest production, Sugar Plum! The post Arts Magazine Show: Sugar Plum & Music Theatre KC appeared first on KKFI.

Forget Downton Abbey - We're heading to Sugar Plum Manor! In today's episode I talk to author Roseanna M. White. She has a new Christmas romance set in the Edwardian-Era England! "Christmas at Sugar Plum Manor" draws inspiration from the Nutcracker and weaves a magical tale of love and friendship at Christmastime. This is also the book we're reading in our Cozy Christmas bookclub.  In my fun and cozy conversation with Roseanna, we talk about her book and writing journey, and how The Nutcracker inspired her story. We also dig into all the fun topics of Christmas - movies, music, food, memories, traditions, and more!  Roseanna M. White online: https://www.roseannamwhite.com/    Ways to support the show: Rate and review: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/a-cozy-christmas-podcast/id1523423375  Buy me a coffee? www.ko-fi.com/cozychristmas  Ornaments, Mugs, and Notebooks: https://www.etsy.com/shop/CozyChristmasPodcast  Logo shirt designs: http://tee.pub/lic/edygC_h4D1c  Contact Me: facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cozychristmaspodcast  instagram: https://www.instagram.com/cozychristmaspodcast/  twitter: https://twitter.com/CozyXmasPod  youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCCikiozEbu0h9pKeI1Ei5TQ email: cozychristmaspodcast@gmail.com        #christmas #christmaspodcast #podcast #authorinterview

Roseanna joins us for a chat about Christmas traditions, the joys of email, completing her chemo treatments, and her latest release Christmas at Sugar Plum Manor. Don't forget to enter to win a copy of this great book!

Join Jaime Jo Wright and Rosanna White discuss two fall releases: 'Christmas at Sugarplum Manor' and 'An Honorable Deception.' It's always an exciting conversation with Roseanna in the house--spies, espionage, romance, and now CHRISTMAS!

My guest today on the Online for Authors podcast is Melissa C Diaferia, author of the book Sugar Plum and the Right Winger. Melissa is a talented independent romance author from Toronto, Ontario. Along with her passion for makeup artistry and nail design, Melissa enjoys writing as another creative outlet for her ideas and passions. Here, she is known to focus on her Italian heritage, musicality, sports, and her love for romance-based plots. Melissa also enjoys giving back to others in her community as she volunteers at her local church to further spread the love and joy she has in her heart. In my book review, I stated Sugar Plum and the Right Winger is a clean, quick-read romance. This novella features Bea, a ballerina, and Teo, a Toronto Blues hockey player. As with any good romance, neither Bea nor Teo are completely honest about their attraction. Plus, Bea is keeping a secret, one that could stop the romance in its tracks before it really gets started. One thing I really enjoyed was that the novella includes songs and Melissa provides readers with the song list - including numbers from the Broadway musical, Hamilton, as well as singers like Elvis, Bocelli, and Michael Bublé. Sugar Plum and the Right Winger is the first in the Toronto Blues series. And BTW, the Toronto Blues is not a real NHL hockey team. The real Toronto team is the Maple Leafs. And yes, I had to look that up! Subscribe to Online for Authors to learn about more great books! https://www.youtube.com/@onlineforauthors?sub_confirmation=1 Join the Novels N Latte Book Club community to discuss this and other books with like-minded readers: https://www.facebook.com/groups/3576519880426290 You can follow Author Melissa C Diaferia Website: https://melissacdiaferia.wixsite.com/author IG: @melissa_dia Tiktok: @melissa.diaferia   Purchase Sugar Plum and the Right Winger on Amazon: Paperback: https://amzn.to/3ShIqbT Ebook: https://amzn.to/3YcqmDz   Teri M Brown, Author and Podcast Host: https://www.terimbrown.com FB: @TeriMBrownAuthor IG: @terimbrown_author X: @terimbrown1   #melissacdiaferia #sugarplumandtherightwinger #romance #novella #terimbrownauthor #authorpodcast #onlineforauthors #characterdriven #researchjunkie #awardwinningauthor #podcasthost #podcast #readerpodcast #bookpodcast #writerpodcast #author #books #goodreads #bookclub #fiction #writer #bookreview *As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases.

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On today's episode we're interviewing your co-host, Hannah, and hearing about her personal journey to adult ballet and how she discovered her love of salsa dancing along the way... Let's get into it!P.S. You can watch the video she mentions of Marianela Nuñez dancing the Sugar Plum grand pas de deux here:  youtube.com/watch?v=qy6dlGpC3NsJoin the Ballet for All community here:youtube.com/@balletforallinstagram.com/ballet_for_allonlineballetclasses.comFollow Hannah on Instagram @thebusybunhead Podcast produced by Mission Bridge Media.www.MissionBridgeMedia.comSee you next time after class! ♥

John Charles in conversation with Paige Shelton, Kate Carlisle, and Jenn McKinlay

Poem/Song by Eugene Fields from the late 1800's!

Our one week countdown to the very last episode of The Crown is here! In this episode, we discuss the Endgame Dutch translation debacle and “royal racists” fallout, but also back to business as usual with a Diplomatic Reception at Buckingham Palace (and lots of glitz and glam). Also, Kate's Christmas carol concert, King Charles's tie, a wedding snub, royal tours in 2024 and so much more. Grab a “Sugar Plum” cocktail and tune in!--Presented by PureWow and Gallery Media Group. Follow all the royal news at purewow.com/royals. Follow us on Instagram at @RoyallyObsessedPodcast.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

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On this Jingle Ballin' episode, the Goddamn Red Noses welcome Emmett Montgomery and his Holiday Spirit-possessed character Sugar Plum Gary! On the heels of his upcoming Seattle live event, available on Zoom, we talk all things holidays. Movies, Santa Claus, Jewish Stuff, Mormon Stuff, Seattle stuff, and a whole lot more. What an absolutely fun show. Come on down our chimney and check it out! Grandpas got into the schnapps! #horrormovie #horrorfilms #review #horror #movies

Ron DeSantis and Nikki Haley battle for the silver medal during Wednesday's third GOP presidential debate. Meanwhile, frontrunner Donald Trump had Arkansas Gov. Sarah Sanders introduce him at a counter-programming rally in nearby Hialeah, Florida. The six-month actors strike appears to be over. Keifer Engles previews the weekend's massive college football showdowns. Also, we have plenty of festivals in Dixie this weekend – from celebrating sugarplums to singing the blues.

Après l'étoile et la lune c'est sans grande surprise que nous découvrons le soleil dans notre tarot de Marseille.Mais qui sont les deux personnages sur l'arcane? Et que signifie cette succession d'astres? Les tarots plus anciens ne nous aident pas car ils représentent le soleil de façon totalement différente.Une seule solution pour résoudre (peut-être) cette énigme : plonger avec Dante aux cœur des enfers !Vous aimez le podcast ? Venez en discuter sur Instagram : @witchistory.podcastBonne écoute !...............Crédits musicaux :"Magic Forest" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 Licensehttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/"Dance of the Sugar Plum fairy" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 Licensehttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

Rachel Wagner and her Hallmarkies co-hosts have been podcasting with me since the beginning, we did our first Christmas in July in 2018, and we've been doing it ever since! This year we're doing Hallmark and Lifetime version of the Nutcracker with the Hallmark films, A Nutcracker Christmas & Sugar Plum Twist, and the Lifetime film, A Very Nutty Christmas! Check out all our other collaborations going back to Christmas in July 2018! https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLBMn3VxghCQh0U1odhuE5Mkwi275cSqmv Follow Rachel online! Twitter: https://twitter.com/rachel_reviews YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@RachelsReviews Blog: https://rachelsreviews.net Listen to the Hallmarkies Podcast! iTunes: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/hallmarkies-podcast/id1296728288?mt=2 YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@HallmarkiesPodcast Every Version Ever - Episode 110 Sign up for the brand new I Heart Movies Podcast Network Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/jonjnorth For links to my latest episodes & videos, social media, and more, check out my Link Tree! https://linktr.ee/jonjnorth --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/everyversionever/support

En el episodio número 23 de World Class Lifestyle vamos a platicar con Myriam Ayala, directora y fundadora de Ayala Royal Ballet, Brickell City Ballet Studio Company y una organización sin fines de lucro llamada Brickell City Arts Foundation. Myriam ha sido bailarina professional por 15 años y ahora se encuentra aportando a la comunidad por medio de becas a niños con necesidades económicas y también uniendo la comunidad de arte en Brickell, Miami. Se graduó de Royal Academy of Dance el el 2008 y ha bailado profesionalmente en la ciudad de Mexico y New York. La señora Frederick se ha presentado en una variedad de papeles principales en el repertorio clásico Swan Lake, Copelia, Don Quijote, Sleeping Beauty, Sugar Plum in the Nutcracker sólo por mencionar algunos Como dueña de una academia de ballet, se ha preparado y estudiado en las escuelas con más alto prestigio a nivel mundial como The Paris Opera Ballet, The Royal Ballet y The American Ballet Theatre en donde ella ha recibido certificación con el National Training Curriculum. No olvides seguirla en sus redes sociales y escuchar su podcast que encontrarás los links a continuación: instagram.com/brickellballerina www.ayalaroyalballet.com Yo soy Luis Carrillo y este fue el episodio número 23 de Miami Lifestyle, si te gustó esta charla porfavor apóyame compartiendo este podcast con tus amigos y con todas las personas que consideres que puedan encontrar valor en este episodio, sígueme en Spotify y en Apple Podcasts ayúdame a calificarlo con 5 estrellas para que más gente nos pueda encontrar y juntos hagamos crecer esta comunidad de lifestylers.Nomina a alguien que pienses que debería estar en el programa para que nos comparta su lifestyle y también mencióname en tus historias cuando nos estés escuchando. Cheers!

Kris commissions his signature ‘Santa's Dildo'.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.When I woke up, I had a splitting headache. Blizzard was standing on a stool in front of my chair, licking the last of Sugar Plum's cum out of my beard with her long, sensitive tongue. She was wearing a white robe, one of Mary's new uniforms. I waited until she was done.“What time is it?” I mumbled.“Three hours after closing time,” she answered. “I'm glad the quitting bell didn't awaken you. It arose such a clatter.”I felt like throwing up. Blizzard grabbed a trashcan without me even needing to ask. She always knew what I wanted before I did. She was such a good elf. She held the can under my mouth.“I don't feel so good.”“You drank too much elf milk. So did Indigo. I had to send her home early. Everyone else stayed late to get their work done, just in case you're wondering. And be of good cheer, your headache will pass.”I saw the ripped up shreds of the secretary costume in the trashcan.“How did you know?”“I saw how you looked at Holly. I knew what you were thinking. You wanted to anoint her, but you didn't because you loved Mrs. Kringle. But you don't love her any more, do you?”“No.”“I thought not. I am very perceptive. And I don't think you're going to vomit after all.” She was right. I was feeling better.She put the trashcan on the floor. “I suppose I should tell you that I encouraged Holly to present herself as a gift to you. I felt you needed it. It cannot be good to go so many years without anointing anyone. I even made the pretty underwear for her. I wore the same pair last night, though I had to take them in a bit.”“Really? Those were the same panties?”“Yes. Imagine my surprise when you passed on the opportunity. Humans. Very difficult to understand.”“It's a good thing I turned her down. I might have injured her.”“Yes, but I didn't know how large you were at the time. Your elf servants have seen you naked of course, but apparently you triple in size when you harden. I am perceptive, but I didn't think about that. Silly me. So, it's definitely a good thing you didn't attempt to mount Holly. She had a very small pussy.”“How do you know?”“Oh, I made love to her the morning after you turned her down… well, she looked so sad and so horny. She didn't like my tongue at first… it really is quite long, even for an Elf, but she quickly learned to enjoy it. And I learned to enjoy the flavor of human pussy. It's really quite nice.”Even all these years later, the thought of Blizzard going down on Holly was enough to give me a hard-on. “You… had sex with Holly?”“She'd done such a good job as my assistant, I thought it was the least I could do. I anointed her with my milk. She was very happy when she left.” Then Blizzard kissed me on the lips and said, “Thank you, Mr. Kringle, for the secretary's day gift.”I smiled. I felt warm and alive. “Thank you, Blizzard, for the fantasy come true.”She laughed a high, musical laugh. “My pleasure. But it was only fantasy for the first few minutes.” She squeezed my growing erection, “I've got to go home, Mr. Kringle. Maybe tomorrow.”She hopped off my lap and started walking toward the door. I looked around and noticed that the cum had all been cleaned up. I'd have never known an orgy had happened here, other than the stains on my own clothes.“Is that sort of thing normal for elves?”“Not really, Santa. We never have love-share during working hours.” She said as she was walking out the door.“Then why did you do it today?”“You wanted us to, of course,” With a wink of her eye, she closed the door. Blizzard was a perceptive elf, but not a wise one. She knew what I wanted without needing to ask, but she didn't seem to know that sometimes what we want isn't necessarily what's good for us.SCENE 5:SAVING CHRISTMASAs Kris told his story, he rarely looked at me but up at the ceiling instead, perhaps afraid I might be judging him. He needn't have worried. I was sitting cross-legged on the other bed, listening with rapt attention, totally turned on. During his story he'd grown hard every time he got to one of the ‘good parts'. But each time he'd brought his knees up to hide what was happening. But I could see the outlines of his massive shaft inside the loose fitting trousers. I found myself salivating, itching to slip onto his bed and unleash his manhood. But I had a modicum of willpower now, so I forced myself to sit still and listen.When he started describing the crazy elf orgy in his office his eyes glazed over, lost in his memories, unaware that he was getting hard. Much to my surprise and delight, Kris' cock grew larger and larger until his pants were tenting straight up a good ten inches. Then, when he got to the part of his story where he sodomized Blizzard, his cock grew even longer and slowly ripped through the fabric of his loose (but not loose enough) pants. My god! He wasn't lying, it could actually do that! I watched in amazement as the head of his massive pole emerged through the splitting seam, encased at first in his silky red boxers, which were decorated with Christmas trees. But soon the insistent bulge ripped through the silk too, and what to my wondering eyes should appear? Santa's fifteen inch cock! It was darker than the rest of his skin, ruddy and throbbing with his hot blood. The boxers and pants settled, revealing every inch of his throbbing Santahood. I thought he'd been bragging when he how big it was. But I shouldn't have doubted him. Kris Kringle never lies!I'd seen hundreds of cocks on my cross-country quest, from the tiniest little tadgers to the world's biggest pricks. I thought I'd seen them all, but I was wrong. This was definitely the biggest one of them all, by far! I don't particularly care how big a man's penis is when he's fucking me. It always feels great. In fact, anything over two inches thick is downright uncomfortable. But I've always loved to see and hold huge shlongs in my hands, ever since I'd given a bath to fake homeless Santa. Whenever I came across a hung Santa, I'd usually give him a hand job while he fingered me. Sometimes I didn't even need that much to have an orgasm, it was so exciting for me. So looking at Kris' abominable snowman made me instantly wet. I could barely concentrate on his fascinating story.When he finished talking about the orgy, his cock started getting softer, and he only noticed it when it flopped heavily over onto his thigh.“Damn it!” shouted Kris. He sat up in bed to cover himself. His cheeks turned beet red, “I'm so sorry. I hate when it does that!”“It's okay, Kris. Believe me, I've seen it all.” He smiled at me and fumbled his cock back into the ripped hole. I even enjoyed watching that. “I hope that's never happened when kids are around.”“No. I only see kids when I'm delivering toys, and to do that I need all my concentration on the task. I need to be filled, suffused with love and the spirit of Christmas. If I'm thinking about anything else… like naked elves for instance, I just can't do it. I mean, I have to fly my sleigh around to millions of houses in a few hours' time.”“Yes, how do you do that? I've always wanted to know!”“I don't know… I just do. I go into some sort of time warp, I guess. I don't know how it works. It just does. If I'm in the ‘Christmas Spirit', that is.” The expression on his face suddenly became desperate and tears filled his eyes.Now I understood. I moved closer, sitting on the edge of my bed. “You're afraid you won't be able to get into the Christmas Spirit this year, don't you?”He burst into tears, holding his hands over his face, his secret fear spoken aloud at last. I moved to his bed and put my hand on his chest. “But what about last Christmas? You delivered the toys then didn't you?”“Yes, but with the added burden of the sex toy deliveries I missed almost twelve thousand homes! I had so send those presents in the… mail.” He said the last word as if it was the most shameful word in the English language. “This year, I don't think I'll be able to deliver any toys at all.” He began weeping again.Santa was a basket case.“Don't cry Kris. I'll help you figure it out.” But of course, I had no idea how. It had taken months for me to stop chasing Santas, even after I realized it was a self-destructive habit that was ruining my life. Christmas Eve was tomorrow! There was precious little time to quiet Kris' troubled mind.I lay down in bed next to Kris, and cuddled him, my hand on his belly, and my head on his shoulder. His strong arm hugged me lightly, but he didn't try to reach farther and feel me up. If he had, I don't know what I would have done.A dim light was coming through the window. Shit! I'd been listening to his story for so many hours, I hadn't noticed the time! It had to be after noon, because the sun was only up between noon and 2 in Alaska that time of year. But Kris felt so warm in my arms. I decided to give him a few minutes to cry softly, while I cuddled him and patted his belly. I closed my eyes… for just a second.When I woke up, Kris' cock had emerged from the hole in his pants again. It seemed to be towering above me. Then I noticed that my bare hand was wrapped around the base of it. Blitzen, it was warm! I could hear from his light snoring that he was asleep. I didn't move a muscle. I just looked at his cock, feeling his flesh in my hand. How long had I been holding it? There was something familiar about his cock… almost like I'd seen it before. Déjà vu… I watched as a tiny bit of pre-cum seeped out of the tip and dripped down the shaft. I stared in fascination as it made its long trip downward, until it spread out on my knuckle. What was I doing?I let go, and sat up. I looked at the clock. We'd been asleep for hours. It was nearly five P.M. on Christmas Eve!“Santa… Kris. Wake up,” I said, my back to him, not wanting to be tempted by the sight of his cock again. “It's Christmas Eve.”He woke up and cursed again at his misbehaving member.I laughed. “Maybe you should invest in some stretch-pants,” I said.He chuckled deeply. “I'm glad I amuse you so much.”I still had no idea what to do to help him, but I knew where to start.“Kris. You need to take me to the North Pole.”I said it firmly, in a no-nonsense way. He said, “Okay.”He'd parked his Sleigh behind a stand of trees a few hundred yards from the diner. My god, the reindeer were beautiful. They were huge and furry. I couldn't believe I was actually seeing them with my own eyes! Kris introduced them to me. Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Sprinkles. Blitzen was apparently home, sick with a cold. As I met each reindeer I was amazed at how individual each one was. Some pranced and pawed, others just stared at me stoically. Apparently Kris understood their language, but I didn't. Just sounded like a bunch of honking and snorting to me.Santa had to hook them to the sleigh, because he'd unbridled them before coming to see me at the Moose Café. That actually touched me a bit. It meant he'd planned to spend some time chatting with me. Or maybe it meant he'd hoped to fuck me. Either way, it was touching.The sleigh was impressive for how unimpressive it was. In all the movies it's this super-amazing contraption. But Santa's sleigh is just an ordinary wooden sleigh with chipped paint and rusty old bells. It looked like it had been patched up a hundred times like the old junker I drove. When I climbed aboard, I didn't feel magical. I had imagined this moment my whole life, but it was actually quite ordinary. Just two people climbing aboard an old sleigh. Ho, hum.But then he shouted in his booming voice, “Dash away!” and the reindeer started galloping. The whole rickety contraption lifted off the snow, as if it were light as a feather. My heart leapt up in my throat! Now this was more like it! The reindeer hooves were now running in midair. We banked up steeply, twisting and dodging among the glistening treetops. I suddenly felt as if the sleigh were going to tip over, so I threw my arms around Kris and looked back to see the lights of Anchorage growing small behind us. The sky was clear. The storm had passed during the night. We were surrounded by stars, dancing playfully around the moon, illuminating a wonderland of snow below us. I held Kris Kringle tight. We snuggled up together, so comfy… so cozy were we.After a while I noticed something odd.“Kris. We must be a thousand feet up, in the arctic… but I'm not cold.”“Of course not. You're with me.”We were picking up speed, but I saw Kris pull back on the reins a bit. I understood. There were still things to be said, but he didn't know how to continue.I gave him a nudge, “So, what happened after the orgy in your office? It sounds like you'd sort of made your peace with the situation.”“Yes. That's right. I didn't have any more orgies for a while. But I did start sleeping with… I mean, fucking female elves, usually one to four at a time. I was shy about it at first, but Blizzard was happy to hook me up with any elf that caught my eye, as long as they weren't Mary's elves. But soon I didn't need help. I hung sprigs of mistletoe about the factory, and if any female elf happened to be standing under one, well she was fair game. It was really quite a fun, liberating time. But I missed Snowbell.”“You didn't see Snowbell?”“No. I asked around for her, but Mary made it clear that Snowbell was her elf, not mine. I didn't want to fight, so there wasn't much I could do about it. Mary and I… well we never talked about any of it. Eventually we stopped talking entirely. She never ate dinner with me anymore, but stayed over in her wing working on her project.”“So you never saw Snowbell again?” I felt sad. From his story, I could tell that Snowbell was special to him.He smiled, “I saw her one last time. She snuck into my bedroom one night. I awoke with her sucking my cock. She laughed and laughed when I woke up, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. Then she got serious and said that she'd been wanting to see me ever so much, but Mary wouldn't let her. I could tell she was conflicted. She was still wearing her hair down as said she would, but she had no choice but to obey Mary. It was in her blood. So I asked her what she was doing in my room. She said Mary had sent her with a proposition. In exchange for one night with Snowbell, I was to donate something to the sex toy project.”“What?”“My cock.”“What do you mean?”“I asked the same thing and when Snowbell told me I had no choice but to comply. I would have traded anything for one more night with that little elf. We fucked for hours. I think we both knew it would be our last time. But before I was done, and when I was at my hardest and longest, Snowbell shaved all the hair off my cock and balls, and spread a molding compound around everything.”Oh, my god… could it be?“When Snowbell was finished she had a perfect cast of my cock and balls. She cleaned off the residue and we went back to fucking… making love, actually, until I fell asleep. When I awoke, Snowbell and the cast were gone.”I started breathing hard. Oh my god, I thought, I hope he tells me what I think he's gonna tell me!“I was sad. But Christmas was coming and I had no time to be maudlin. Anyway, a few days before Christmas Eve Mary finally showed me the sex toy she wanted me to deliver. Apparently, after all the product testing with all the crazy contraptions she could find, she'd determined that the classic sex toy would be best. The big giant dick.”I was right! I was right!“She'd turned the cast of my cock into this big rubber…”I interrupted him, shouting in delight, “…dildo that plays Christmas carols!”He looked at me and a big smile warmed his face. “Did you like it, Virginia?”Oh it was too wonderful for words. “Kris! You saved my life!” I stood up, jumped between his knees and threw my arms around him, kissing him with all my love. Kris Kringle had saved my life!We kissed for a long time. His cock got hard, emerging from the hole in his pants again. It moved up my belly and rested between my breasts, but I didn't touch it. I just wanted to kiss him and he wanted to kiss me. We explored each other's mouths for a long time, sometimes looking into each other's eyes. His azure eyes were the color of a clear blue mountain lake. Eventually his cock realized that I didn't want to fuck, and it shrunk again. I just wanted to kiss Kris Kringle on his sleigh, a thousand feet above the ground, as we crossed the Arctic Circle.When I'd had my fill, I stepped back and saw the quizzical expression on his face.“Thanks,” he said. “But I didn't save your life, Virginia. I just gave you a rubber cock. You didn't send me your customary Christmas list, so I had to put your name on Mary's sex toy list. I was… actually quite worried that you'd be offended by it. That was a pretty obscene Christmas gift. I almost refused to deliver them… but Mary had put so much work into her project, and I was so distracted by all the elf sex I was having, I just didn't have the energy to say no. But right before delivering them, I ripped all the 'from: Santa' tags off.”I put my hands on his fuzzy face. I loved him with all my heart. I'd always loved Santa. But now I loved Kris Kringle, and that's a different thing altogether. “Kris, I never really finished my story earlier. I think now's a good time to tell you how I finally got my shit together. And how you saved my life. ”“Okay”, he said.I kneeled on the bench next to him and held his hand as I talked. “Well, when I found out I was a truck stop whore, I was pretty ticked off, let me tell you. I didn't regret fucking and blowing scores of anonymous Santas. But the lying… it really pissed me off. So before that jerk of a truck driver came back from the shitter, I got behind the wheel of his eighteen-wheeler and drove off without him. He'd taught me how to drive it, the idiot. I headed straight for Alaska. I knew he wouldn't call the cops on me. I mean, what could he say to them? He was my pimp. I could easily prove that and put him in jail.“I stopped for gas and Santa hunting all along the Alaska Highway. Fort Nelson, Watson Lake, Winterhorse… Everywhere I stopped I found Santas to kiss and suck and fuck, but they all turned out to be phonies. But I kept heart. I was on a holy mission. Something… some natural force in the universe was driving me to seek you out!”“Well,” he said, “You've finally found me.”I kissed him again, but briefly, and continued my story, “I was getting more and more desperate. By the time I reached Anchorage, Christmas was only a few days away. I started cracking up. I needed to find you… I knew you were in crisis… that you needed me. I was so desperate that I started questioning everything I knew about Santa, and I stopped looking for bearded, jolly, fat men. Now… any man would do. Any man at all as long as he was over thirty. I'd just walk into a gas station or a bar and start kissing every man in the place. Sometimes they'd chase me out… sometimes they wouldn't. Sometimes it ended up with me following them home or taking them back to my stolen truck. Sometimes I was flat on my back in the slushy mud of a freezing cold back alley. Sometimes it was more than one man at a time. One night, four days before Christmas Eve, I went into a sleazy bar, and I was gang fucked. I won't say gang-raped, because I enjoyed every fucking instant of it. There were ten or fifteen men there, all ages, all races, all sizes, fucking me one after another, filling my pussy with cum, shoving their cocks down my throat, jacking off all over my naked body as I lay on my back on the pool table. I loved it… but one by one I realized none of them were you. I begged them to call their friends, anyone, everyone, because Santa was out there somewhere and he needed me to fuck him!”“Oh, Virginia. I'm so sorry.”“An hour and eight men later, a woman came into the bar looking for her boyfriend. When she saw me naked on the pool table, dripping with cum, a line of men waiting for their turn on me, she fought them off and rescued me. I didn't want to leave, but by this time I was too exhausted to resist. She wanted to call the police, but I convinced her that they weren't raping me. I'd asked them to do it… begged them to. She gave me a t-shirt, since my clothes were back at the bar. Then she gave me some sleeping pills, and I fell asleep. But as soon as I woke up I ran straight out the door. Soon I was dashing through the snow, barefoot, going from house to house, looking for men."The first door I banged on was answered by a little old man, probably in his nineties, carrying an oxygen tank. He looked jolly enough for me. I kissed him like crazy, but the tubes that were blowing oxygen up his nose were in the way, so I got on my knees, unzipped his fly and went to town on his cock before he even knew what was happening. He got very hard, very fast. I gobbled on his knob until he shot his wad in my mouth. I looked up at his astonished face, and realized he wasn't you, so I apologized, and ran to the next house. Nobody home. Next house: a woman. Next house…"I found a middle aged man shoveling his sidewalk. I pushed him onto his back in the snow and started kissing him and rubbing myself all over him. I crawled up his body and rubbed my pussy in his face… I was naked under the t-shirt. He was too stunned to lick me or anything so I just fucked his face for a while. He took off his gloves and started feeling me up… my ass, my tits. Finally he started licking my pussy like crazy. That was more like it! I finally had a screaming orgasm. I was going to fuck him next, but I heard his wife in the house yelling, 'what was that noise, Frank? Are you okay?' Frank? Not Santa? I jumped up and ran off. Next house, nobody home, next house a woman making breakfast for her children."Next I came across a small church. I ran inside, intending to pray for you to find me, but instead I found the pastor polishing a candelabra. Soon, I was polishing his penis; first with my mouth, then with my pussy. He was an enthusiastic convert to the church of Virginia, because he bent me over on the railing they give communion at and fucked me from behind. Instead of shooting his wad in me, however, he had me kneel in front of him while he jerked himself off on my face. I looked up at him, my hands together, praying he would turn out to be the real true Santa. He wasn't. Just a perverted priest, led astray by a Santa-seeking slut."I was absolutely totally crazed, but happy, so happy! I felt as if I were fulfilling my purpose in the universe! I didn't even knock at the next door I came to. I just barged right in and saw a teenaged boy sitting in front of a television, playing a video game. He was definitely the youngest person I'd ever considered might be Santa, but by this time my standards had really slipped. It turned out later he was eighteen, but I didn't even think about it at the time. I just pushed his game controller aside, unzipped his fly and started sucking his cock. He couldn't believe what was happening. It was like his secret Christmas wish had come true. I heard later that he was a virgin. He isn't anymore. As soon as he was good and hard, I jumped on his lap and started fucking him. He was so astonished that he didn't even notice the preacher's cum dripping off my face. As I fucked him I lifted my shirt up and rubbed my breasts all over his face. His hard young cock felt so good inside me! I started having a screaming orgasm. Soon he started quivering, then he started cumming."That's when his mother came back from the store. She'd gone to buy a new snow shovel. When she walked in, she thought her son was being attacked by some wild woman from the woods… and I guess he was. She attacked me with the snow shovel.”I lifted up my bangs, to show the long scar I now had on my forehead.Kris' eyes were smoky with compassion. I noticed he had an erection from my story, but he'd put a blanket in his lap to cover it up. He leaned toward me and kissed my scar.I smiled, “There's another one on my thigh… I'll let you kiss that one later. That woman really did a number on me. She even knocked out my two front teeth. I still owe money for the implants. But… actually, she did me a favor. She stopped my ecstatic rampage. I woke up in the Anchorage hospital.”“Yes, I remember,” said Kris. “I'd wondered why you were in a hospital, but I couldn't stick around to find out. I still had millions of presents to deliver.”I put my hand on his cheek. “That's okay. Anyway, when I woke up, it was Christmas eve. I was scarred, and black and blue all over. A male doctor came in to see me, and the first thing I did was to try to unzip his fly to suck his cock. He backed off and I tried to get out of bed to get at him! He said there was a big suture on my thigh, so I needed to keep still. But I didn't care. The nurses had to restrain me… strap me to the bed so I wouldn't hurt myself. The doctor called in a psychiatrist. I was too crazed with desperation to lie, so I told her that I needed to find Santa, I needed to fuck him! I couldn't explain it. I just had to! She was very nice, but in the end she filled out some paperwork to have me transferred to a mental hospital in a few days. I knew what that meant. I'd be locked up! But later that night I was able to talk the nurses into taking off my restraints. They figured it was cruel to keep me strapped down on Christmas Eve. But they kept a sharp eye on me. I waited and waited for everyone to leave for the day. But I fell asleep, listening to the nurses sing Silver Bells as they exchanged presents out in the nurse's station. When I woke up, it was dark. No one was stirring.”“Not even a mouse?” asked Kris, smiling.“Not even a mouse. I snuck out of bed, determined to escape. I was going to run out into the cold dark night. It was crazy. The suture on my leg would have opened up. I'd have bled to death, or froze. I didn't care. I just needed to find Santa… but then… I saw it.”“My present,” he said, smiling.I nodded. “Your present. It was sitting right there, on the rolling tray next to my bed. A big, red, wrapped oblong box. I wondered if the nurses had left it for me. I didn't see a tag. I wanted to run… but I thought… maybe, just maybe, this present was from you. So I carefully unwrapped it, quietly and slowly so nobody would hear me. I was surprised as fuck-all when I saw what was inside. It said 'Santa's Little Helper' on the box, and had a small cartoony drawing of you. Most of the box, though, was clear plastic and I could see what was inside. A giant rubber cock, colored red and white in a spiral pattern, just like the North Pole. I started laughing. I thought, what the fuck is this? Who the hell gave this crazy thing to me? I mean… it was obscene! It was like, fifteen inches long, and four inches thick!” I mimicked the shape and size of it with my hands. He laughed.“When I saw your cock earlier, I should have recognized it. But the spiral red and white stripes must have thrown me off. And I never, even once, thought that YOU had given me that crazy cock! I took it out of the package, absolutely fascinated by it! I didn't know then what I found so fascinating. But… now I know. It was you, Kris. It was your cock. It was what I'd been searching for the last three years… but I didn't even know it! I held it in my hands, feeling its meaty weight… it's insane girth. In spite of the unrealistic coloring, it felt so realistic. I had a rubber cock once… it was all floppy, but this thing… well it was stiff as well as soft, just like a real cock. I knew it would never fit inside me… but I had to try it out. I lay back on my bed, my desire to run away suddenly forgotten. I lifted up my hospital gown and pulled my panties open. I put the head of that monster up to my pussy lips and began to masturbate my clit with it. It felt amazing. I have no idea why. My skin tingled at its touch. It began to vibrate, even though I hadn't turned on any switch. It was a soft vibration… almost undetectable, not like the crude buzzing that normal dildoes make. I started getting wet… and I mean soaking wet. I pushed the head of that thing between my pussy lips and it slid inside. I couldn't believe it. I'd never been able to enjoy the feeling of a big dick inside me, and this was bigger than any I'd ever felt before. It was mind blowing. Oh sure, it felt tight, but it fit! So I decided that it must have been designed to shrink in order to fit inside anybody, no matter their size, you know, like squeezing a sponge. Anyway, it felt good inside me, so I thrust it deeper and it really seemed to go farther than I would have thought possible. It was like a magic act really… the way it seemed to disappear inside me… all the way to the base. And weirdest of all… it was like I could feel all fifteen inches of it inside me, even though I know, for a fact, I am not fifteen inches deep!”Kris was surprised to hear all this. “I didn't know it did that. Mary didn't demonstrate it for me. Just loaded them up on the sleigh. Wow. Elf magic, I guess.”I giggled, “When it was all the way inside me, it started playing a Christmas carol. 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town'. I laughed out loud! I thought it was the craziest gift ever! I was so curious who'd left it for me so I could thank them! I grabbed it by its big, heavy balls and started fucking myself with it, and soon I felt so good, I forgot all about how weird it was. I was just fucking myself, feeling the vibration of the music deep inside me. I crammed it into myself for minute after wonderful minute, screaming into a pillow to stifle the sound. I had a powerful orgasm. Powerful."I lay back, the cock… your cock, still inside me, and I went into a post orgiastic state. But your cock wasn't finished with me! It started moving inside me, very slightly, just enough to keep my orgasm zinging, like it was a stone skipping across a lake. I don't know how long this lasted but when it was over… I was absolutely spent… and I felt content. My need to chase Santa had lessened. It was still there, but the hungry, insane desperation was gone. I pulled your cock out of me and lay in bed, hugging it to my belly like a pet, and fell asleep, getting the first really good night's sleep I'd had in two years.”I kissed Kris again. “Thank you for the present Santa.”“You're welcome, Virginia.”To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

Kris commissions his signature ‘Santa's Dildo'.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.When I woke up, I had a splitting headache. Blizzard was standing on a stool in front of my chair, licking the last of Sugar Plum's cum out of my beard with her long, sensitive tongue. She was wearing a white robe, one of Mary's new uniforms. I waited until she was done.“What time is it?” I mumbled.“Three hours after closing time,” she answered. “I'm glad the quitting bell didn't awaken you. It arose such a clatter.”I felt like throwing up. Blizzard grabbed a trashcan without me even needing to ask. She always knew what I wanted before I did. She was such a good elf. She held the can under my mouth.“I don't feel so good.”“You drank too much elf milk. So did Indigo. I had to send her home early. Everyone else stayed late to get their work done, just in case you're wondering. And be of good cheer, your headache will pass.”I saw the ripped up shreds of the secretary costume in the trashcan.“How did you know?”“I saw how you looked at Holly. I knew what you were thinking. You wanted to anoint her, but you didn't because you loved Mrs. Kringle. But you don't love her any more, do you?”“No.”“I thought not. I am very perceptive. And I don't think you're going to vomit after all.” She was right. I was feeling better.She put the trashcan on the floor. “I suppose I should tell you that I encouraged Holly to present herself as a gift to you. I felt you needed it. It cannot be good to go so many years without anointing anyone. I even made the pretty underwear for her. I wore the same pair last night, though I had to take them in a bit.”“Really? Those were the same panties?”“Yes. Imagine my surprise when you passed on the opportunity. Humans. Very difficult to understand.”“It's a good thing I turned her down. I might have injured her.”“Yes, but I didn't know how large you were at the time. Your elf servants have seen you naked of course, but apparently you triple in size when you harden. I am perceptive, but I didn't think about that. Silly me. So, it's definitely a good thing you didn't attempt to mount Holly. She had a very small pussy.”“How do you know?”“Oh, I made love to her the morning after you turned her down… well, she looked so sad and so horny. She didn't like my tongue at first… it really is quite long, even for an Elf, but she quickly learned to enjoy it. And I learned to enjoy the flavor of human pussy. It's really quite nice.”Even all these years later, the thought of Blizzard going down on Holly was enough to give me a hard-on. “You… had sex with Holly?”“She'd done such a good job as my assistant, I thought it was the least I could do. I anointed her with my milk. She was very happy when she left.” Then Blizzard kissed me on the lips and said, “Thank you, Mr. Kringle, for the secretary's day gift.”I smiled. I felt warm and alive. “Thank you, Blizzard, for the fantasy come true.”She laughed a high, musical laugh. “My pleasure. But it was only fantasy for the first few minutes.” She squeezed my growing erection, “I've got to go home, Mr. Kringle. Maybe tomorrow.”She hopped off my lap and started walking toward the door. I looked around and noticed that the cum had all been cleaned up. I'd have never known an orgy had happened here, other than the stains on my own clothes.“Is that sort of thing normal for elves?”“Not really, Santa. We never have love-share during working hours.” She said as she was walking out the door.“Then why did you do it today?”“You wanted us to, of course,” With a wink of her eye, she closed the door. Blizzard was a perceptive elf, but not a wise one. She knew what I wanted without needing to ask, but she didn't seem to know that sometimes what we want isn't necessarily what's good for us.SCENE 5:SAVING CHRISTMASAs Kris told his story, he rarely looked at me but up at the ceiling instead, perhaps afraid I might be judging him. He needn't have worried. I was sitting cross-legged on the other bed, listening with rapt attention, totally turned on. During his story he'd grown hard every time he got to one of the ‘good parts'. But each time he'd brought his knees up to hide what was happening. But I could see the outlines of his massive shaft inside the loose fitting trousers. I found myself salivating, itching to slip onto his bed and unleash his manhood. But I had a modicum of willpower now, so I forced myself to sit still and listen.When he started describing the crazy elf orgy in his office his eyes glazed over, lost in his memories, unaware that he was getting hard. Much to my surprise and delight, Kris' cock grew larger and larger until his pants were tenting straight up a good ten inches. Then, when he got to the part of his story where he sodomized Blizzard, his cock grew even longer and slowly ripped through the fabric of his loose (but not loose enough) pants. My god! He wasn't lying, it could actually do that! I watched in amazement as the head of his massive pole emerged through the splitting seam, encased at first in his silky red boxers, which were decorated with Christmas trees. But soon the insistent bulge ripped through the silk too, and what to my wondering eyes should appear? Santa's fifteen inch cock! It was darker than the rest of his skin, ruddy and throbbing with his hot blood. The boxers and pants settled, revealing every inch of his throbbing Santahood. I thought he'd been bragging when he how big it was. But I shouldn't have doubted him. Kris Kringle never lies!I'd seen hundreds of cocks on my cross-country quest, from the tiniest little tadgers to the world's biggest pricks. I thought I'd seen them all, but I was wrong. This was definitely the biggest one of them all, by far! I don't particularly care how big a man's penis is when he's fucking me. It always feels great. In fact, anything over two inches thick is downright uncomfortable. But I've always loved to see and hold huge shlongs in my hands, ever since I'd given a bath to fake homeless Santa. Whenever I came across a hung Santa, I'd usually give him a hand job while he fingered me. Sometimes I didn't even need that much to have an orgasm, it was so exciting for me. So looking at Kris' abominable snowman made me instantly wet. I could barely concentrate on his fascinating story.When he finished talking about the orgy, his cock started getting softer, and he only noticed it when it flopped heavily over onto his thigh.“Damn it!” shouted Kris. He sat up in bed to cover himself. His cheeks turned beet red, “I'm so sorry. I hate when it does that!”“It's okay, Kris. Believe me, I've seen it all.” He smiled at me and fumbled his cock back into the ripped hole. I even enjoyed watching that. “I hope that's never happened when kids are around.”“No. I only see kids when I'm delivering toys, and to do that I need all my concentration on the task. I need to be filled, suffused with love and the spirit of Christmas. If I'm thinking about anything else… like naked elves for instance, I just can't do it. I mean, I have to fly my sleigh around to millions of houses in a few hours' time.”“Yes, how do you do that? I've always wanted to know!”“I don't know… I just do. I go into some sort of time warp, I guess. I don't know how it works. It just does. If I'm in the ‘Christmas Spirit', that is.” The expression on his face suddenly became desperate and tears filled his eyes.Now I understood. I moved closer, sitting on the edge of my bed. “You're afraid you won't be able to get into the Christmas Spirit this year, don't you?”He burst into tears, holding his hands over his face, his secret fear spoken aloud at last. I moved to his bed and put my hand on his chest. “But what about last Christmas? You delivered the toys then didn't you?”“Yes, but with the added burden of the sex toy deliveries I missed almost twelve thousand homes! I had so send those presents in the… mail.” He said the last word as if it was the most shameful word in the English language. “This year, I don't think I'll be able to deliver any toys at all.” He began weeping again.Santa was a basket case.“Don't cry Kris. I'll help you figure it out.” But of course, I had no idea how. It had taken months for me to stop chasing Santas, even after I realized it was a self-destructive habit that was ruining my life. Christmas Eve was tomorrow! There was precious little time to quiet Kris' troubled mind.I lay down in bed next to Kris, and cuddled him, my hand on his belly, and my head on his shoulder. His strong arm hugged me lightly, but he didn't try to reach farther and feel me up. If he had, I don't know what I would have done.A dim light was coming through the window. Shit! I'd been listening to his story for so many hours, I hadn't noticed the time! It had to be after noon, because the sun was only up between noon and 2 in Alaska that time of year. But Kris felt so warm in my arms. I decided to give him a few minutes to cry softly, while I cuddled him and patted his belly. I closed my eyes… for just a second.When I woke up, Kris' cock had emerged from the hole in his pants again. It seemed to be towering above me. Then I noticed that my bare hand was wrapped around the base of it. Blitzen, it was warm! I could hear from his light snoring that he was asleep. I didn't move a muscle. I just looked at his cock, feeling his flesh in my hand. How long had I been holding it? There was something familiar about his cock… almost like I'd seen it before. Déjà vu… I watched as a tiny bit of pre-cum seeped out of the tip and dripped down the shaft. I stared in fascination as it made its long trip downward, until it spread out on my knuckle. What was I doing?I let go, and sat up. I looked at the clock. We'd been asleep for hours. It was nearly five P.M. on Christmas Eve!“Santa… Kris. Wake up,” I said, my back to him, not wanting to be tempted by the sight of his cock again. “It's Christmas Eve.”He woke up and cursed again at his misbehaving member.I laughed. “Maybe you should invest in some stretch-pants,” I said.He chuckled deeply. “I'm glad I amuse you so much.”I still had no idea what to do to help him, but I knew where to start.“Kris. You need to take me to the North Pole.”I said it firmly, in a no-nonsense way. He said, “Okay.”He'd parked his Sleigh behind a stand of trees a few hundred yards from the diner. My god, the reindeer were beautiful. They were huge and furry. I couldn't believe I was actually seeing them with my own eyes! Kris introduced them to me. Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Sprinkles. Blitzen was apparently home, sick with a cold. As I met each reindeer I was amazed at how individual each one was. Some pranced and pawed, others just stared at me stoically. Apparently Kris understood their language, but I didn't. Just sounded like a bunch of honking and snorting to me.Santa had to hook them to the sleigh, because he'd unbridled them before coming to see me at the Moose Café. That actually touched me a bit. It meant he'd planned to spend some time chatting with me. Or maybe it meant he'd hoped to fuck me. Either way, it was touching.The sleigh was impressive for how unimpressive it was. In all the movies it's this super-amazing contraption. But Santa's sleigh is just an ordinary wooden sleigh with chipped paint and rusty old bells. It looked like it had been patched up a hundred times like the old junker I drove. When I climbed aboard, I didn't feel magical. I had imagined this moment my whole life, but it was actually quite ordinary. Just two people climbing aboard an old sleigh. Ho, hum.But then he shouted in his booming voice, “Dash away!” and the reindeer started galloping. The whole rickety contraption lifted off the snow, as if it were light as a feather. My heart leapt up in my throat! Now this was more like it! The reindeer hooves were now running in midair. We banked up steeply, twisting and dodging among the glistening treetops. I suddenly felt as if the sleigh were going to tip over, so I threw my arms around Kris and looked back to see the lights of Anchorage growing small behind us. The sky was clear. The storm had passed during the night. We were surrounded by stars, dancing playfully around the moon, illuminating a wonderland of snow below us. I held Kris Kringle tight. We snuggled up together, so comfy… so cozy were we.After a while I noticed something odd.“Kris. We must be a thousand feet up, in the arctic… but I'm not cold.”“Of course not. You're with me.”We were picking up speed, but I saw Kris pull back on the reins a bit. I understood. There were still things to be said, but he didn't know how to continue.I gave him a nudge, “So, what happened after the orgy in your office? It sounds like you'd sort of made your peace with the situation.”“Yes. That's right. I didn't have any more orgies for a while. But I did start sleeping with… I mean, fucking female elves, usually one to four at a time. I was shy about it at first, but Blizzard was happy to hook me up with any elf that caught my eye, as long as they weren't Mary's elves. But soon I didn't need help. I hung sprigs of mistletoe about the factory, and if any female elf happened to be standing under one, well she was fair game. It was really quite a fun, liberating time. But I missed Snowbell.”“You didn't see Snowbell?”“No. I asked around for her, but Mary made it clear that Snowbell was her elf, not mine. I didn't want to fight, so there wasn't much I could do about it. Mary and I… well we never talked about any of it. Eventually we stopped talking entirely. She never ate dinner with me anymore, but stayed over in her wing working on her project.”“So you never saw Snowbell again?” I felt sad. From his story, I could tell that Snowbell was special to him.He smiled, “I saw her one last time. She snuck into my bedroom one night. I awoke with her sucking my cock. She laughed and laughed when I woke up, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. Then she got serious and said that she'd been wanting to see me ever so much, but Mary wouldn't let her. I could tell she was conflicted. She was still wearing her hair down as said she would, but she had no choice but to obey Mary. It was in her blood. So I asked her what she was doing in my room. She said Mary had sent her with a proposition. In exchange for one night with Snowbell, I was to donate something to the sex toy project.”“What?”“My cock.”“What do you mean?”“I asked the same thing and when Snowbell told me I had no choice but to comply. I would have traded anything for one more night with that little elf. We fucked for hours. I think we both knew it would be our last time. But before I was done, and when I was at my hardest and longest, Snowbell shaved all the hair off my cock and balls, and spread a molding compound around everything.”Oh, my god… could it be?“When Snowbell was finished she had a perfect cast of my cock and balls. She cleaned off the residue and we went back to fucking… making love, actually, until I fell asleep. When I awoke, Snowbell and the cast were gone.”I started breathing hard. Oh my god, I thought, I hope he tells me what I think he's gonna tell me!“I was sad. But Christmas was coming and I had no time to be maudlin. Anyway, a few days before Christmas Eve Mary finally showed me the sex toy she wanted me to deliver. Apparently, after all the product testing with all the crazy contraptions she could find, she'd determined that the classic sex toy would be best. The big giant dick.”I was right! I was right!“She'd turned the cast of my cock into this big rubber…”I interrupted him, shouting in delight, “…dildo that plays Christmas carols!”He looked at me and a big smile warmed his face. “Did you like it, Virginia?”Oh it was too wonderful for words. “Kris! You saved my life!” I stood up, jumped between his knees and threw my arms around him, kissing him with all my love. Kris Kringle had saved my life!We kissed for a long time. His cock got hard, emerging from the hole in his pants again. It moved up my belly and rested between my breasts, but I didn't touch it. I just wanted to kiss him and he wanted to kiss me. We explored each other's mouths for a long time, sometimes looking into each other's eyes. His azure eyes were the color of a clear blue mountain lake. Eventually his cock realized that I didn't want to fuck, and it shrunk again. I just wanted to kiss Kris Kringle on his sleigh, a thousand feet above the ground, as we crossed the Arctic Circle.When I'd had my fill, I stepped back and saw the quizzical expression on his face.“Thanks,” he said. “But I didn't save your life, Virginia. I just gave you a rubber cock. You didn't send me your customary Christmas list, so I had to put your name on Mary's sex toy list. I was… actually quite worried that you'd be offended by it. That was a pretty obscene Christmas gift. I almost refused to deliver them… but Mary had put so much work into her project, and I was so distracted by all the elf sex I was having, I just didn't have the energy to say no. But right before delivering them, I ripped all the 'from: Santa' tags off.”I put my hands on his fuzzy face. I loved him with all my heart. I'd always loved Santa. But now I loved Kris Kringle, and that's a different thing altogether. “Kris, I never really finished my story earlier. I think now's a good time to tell you how I finally got my shit together. And how you saved my life. ”“Okay”, he said.I kneeled on the bench next to him and held his hand as I talked. “Well, when I found out I was a truck stop whore, I was pretty ticked off, let me tell you. I didn't regret fucking and blowing scores of anonymous Santas. But the lying… it really pissed me off. So before that jerk of a truck driver came back from the shitter, I got behind the wheel of his eighteen-wheeler and drove off without him. He'd taught me how to drive it, the idiot. I headed straight for Alaska. I knew he wouldn't call the cops on me. I mean, what could he say to them? He was my pimp. I could easily prove that and put him in jail.“I stopped for gas and Santa hunting all along the Alaska Highway. Fort Nelson, Watson Lake, Winterhorse… Everywhere I stopped I found Santas to kiss and suck and fuck, but they all turned out to be phonies. But I kept heart. I was on a holy mission. Something… some natural force in the universe was driving me to seek you out!”“Well,” he said, “You've finally found me.”I kissed him again, but briefly, and continued my story, “I was getting more and more desperate. By the time I reached Anchorage, Christmas was only a few days away. I started cracking up. I needed to find you… I knew you were in crisis… that you needed me. I was so desperate that I started questioning everything I knew about Santa, and I stopped looking for bearded, jolly, fat men. Now… any man would do. Any man at all as long as he was over thirty. I'd just walk into a gas station or a bar and start kissing every man in the place. Sometimes they'd chase me out… sometimes they wouldn't. Sometimes it ended up with me following them home or taking them back to my stolen truck. Sometimes I was flat on my back in the slushy mud of a freezing cold back alley. Sometimes it was more than one man at a time. One night, four days before Christmas Eve, I went into a sleazy bar, and I was gang fucked. I won't say gang-raped, because I enjoyed every fucking instant of it. There were ten or fifteen men there, all ages, all races, all sizes, fucking me one after another, filling my pussy with cum, shoving their cocks down my throat, jacking off all over my naked body as I lay on my back on the pool table. I loved it… but one by one I realized none of them were you. I begged them to call their friends, anyone, everyone, because Santa was out there somewhere and he needed me to fuck him!”“Oh, Virginia. I'm so sorry.”“An hour and eight men later, a woman came into the bar looking for her boyfriend. When she saw me naked on the pool table, dripping with cum, a line of men waiting for their turn on me, she fought them off and rescued me. I didn't want to leave, but by this time I was too exhausted to resist. She wanted to call the police, but I convinced her that they weren't raping me. I'd asked them to do it… begged them to. She gave me a t-shirt, since my clothes were back at the bar. Then she gave me some sleeping pills, and I fell asleep. But as soon as I woke up I ran straight out the door. Soon I was dashing through the snow, barefoot, going from house to house, looking for men."The first door I banged on was answered by a little old man, probably in his nineties, carrying an oxygen tank. He looked jolly enough for me. I kissed him like crazy, but the tubes that were blowing oxygen up his nose were in the way, so I got on my knees, unzipped his fly and went to town on his cock before he even knew what was happening. He got very hard, very fast. I gobbled on his knob until he shot his wad in my mouth. I looked up at his astonished face, and realized he wasn't you, so I apologized, and ran to the next house. Nobody home. Next house: a woman. Next house…"I found a middle aged man shoveling his sidewalk. I pushed him onto his back in the snow and started kissing him and rubbing myself all over him. I crawled up his body and rubbed my pussy in his face… I was naked under the t-shirt. He was too stunned to lick me or anything so I just fucked his face for a while. He took off his gloves and started feeling me up… my ass, my tits. Finally he started licking my pussy like crazy. That was more like it! I finally had a screaming orgasm. I was going to fuck him next, but I heard his wife in the house yelling, 'what was that noise, Frank? Are you okay?' Frank? Not Santa? I jumped up and ran off. Next house, nobody home, next house a woman making breakfast for her children."Next I came across a small church. I ran inside, intending to pray for you to find me, but instead I found the pastor polishing a candelabra. Soon, I was polishing his penis; first with my mouth, then with my pussy. He was an enthusiastic convert to the church of Virginia, because he bent me over on the railing they give communion at and fucked me from behind. Instead of shooting his wad in me, however, he had me kneel in front of him while he jerked himself off on my face. I looked up at him, my hands together, praying he would turn out to be the real true Santa. He wasn't. Just a perverted priest, led astray by a Santa-seeking slut."I was absolutely totally crazed, but happy, so happy! I felt as if I were fulfilling my purpose in the universe! I didn't even knock at the next door I came to. I just barged right in and saw a teenaged boy sitting in front of a television, playing a video game. He was definitely the youngest person I'd ever considered might be Santa, but by this time my standards had really slipped. It turned out later he was eighteen, but I didn't even think about it at the time. I just pushed his game controller aside, unzipped his fly and started sucking his cock. He couldn't believe what was happening. It was like his secret Christmas wish had come true. I heard later that he was a virgin. He isn't anymore. As soon as he was good and hard, I jumped on his lap and started fucking him. He was so astonished that he didn't even notice the preacher's cum dripping off my face. As I fucked him I lifted my shirt up and rubbed my breasts all over his face. His hard young cock felt so good inside me! I started having a screaming orgasm. Soon he started quivering, then he started cumming."That's when his mother came back from the store. She'd gone to buy a new snow shovel. When she walked in, she thought her son was being attacked by some wild woman from the woods… and I guess he was. She attacked me with the snow shovel.”I lifted up my bangs, to show the long scar I now had on my forehead.Kris' eyes were smoky with compassion. I noticed he had an erection from my story, but he'd put a blanket in his lap to cover it up. He leaned toward me and kissed my scar.I smiled, “There's another one on my thigh… I'll let you kiss that one later. That woman really did a number on me. She even knocked out my two front teeth. I still owe money for the implants. But… actually, she did me a favor. She stopped my ecstatic rampage. I woke up in the Anchorage hospital.”“Yes, I remember,” said Kris. “I'd wondered why you were in a hospital, but I couldn't stick around to find out. I still had millions of presents to deliver.”I put my hand on his cheek. “That's okay. Anyway, when I woke up, it was Christmas eve. I was scarred, and black and blue all over. A male doctor came in to see me, and the first thing I did was to try to unzip his fly to suck his cock. He backed off and I tried to get out of bed to get at him! He said there was a big suture on my thigh, so I needed to keep still. But I didn't care. The nurses had to restrain me… strap me to the bed so I wouldn't hurt myself. The doctor called in a psychiatrist. I was too crazed with desperation to lie, so I told her that I needed to find Santa, I needed to fuck him! I couldn't explain it. I just had to! She was very nice, but in the end she filled out some paperwork to have me transferred to a mental hospital in a few days. I knew what that meant. I'd be locked up! But later that night I was able to talk the nurses into taking off my restraints. They figured it was cruel to keep me strapped down on Christmas Eve. But they kept a sharp eye on me. I waited and waited for everyone to leave for the day. But I fell asleep, listening to the nurses sing Silver Bells as they exchanged presents out in the nurse's station. When I woke up, it was dark. No one was stirring.”“Not even a mouse?” asked Kris, smiling.“Not even a mouse. I snuck out of bed, determined to escape. I was going to run out into the cold dark night. It was crazy. The suture on my leg would have opened up. I'd have bled to death, or froze. I didn't care. I just needed to find Santa… but then… I saw it.”“My present,” he said, smiling.I nodded. “Your present. It was sitting right there, on the rolling tray next to my bed. A big, red, wrapped oblong box. I wondered if the nurses had left it for me. I didn't see a tag. I wanted to run… but I thought… maybe, just maybe, this present was from you. So I carefully unwrapped it, quietly and slowly so nobody would hear me. I was surprised as fuck-all when I saw what was inside. It said 'Santa's Little Helper' on the box, and had a small cartoony drawing of you. Most of the box, though, was clear plastic and I could see what was inside. A giant rubber cock, colored red and white in a spiral pattern, just like the North Pole. I started laughing. I thought, what the fuck is this? Who the hell gave this crazy thing to me? I mean… it was obscene! It was like, fifteen inches long, and four inches thick!” I mimicked the shape and size of it with my hands. He laughed.“When I saw your cock earlier, I should have recognized it. But the spiral red and white stripes must have thrown me off. And I never, even once, thought that YOU had given me that crazy cock! I took it out of the package, absolutely fascinated by it! I didn't know then what I found so fascinating. But… now I know. It was you, Kris. It was your cock. It was what I'd been searching for the last three years… but I didn't even know it! I held it in my hands, feeling its meaty weight… it's insane girth. In spite of the unrealistic coloring, it felt so realistic. I had a rubber cock once… it was all floppy, but this thing… well it was stiff as well as soft, just like a real cock. I knew it would never fit inside me… but I had to try it out. I lay back on my bed, my desire to run away suddenly forgotten. I lifted up my hospital gown and pulled my panties open. I put the head of that monster up to my pussy lips and began to masturbate my clit with it. It felt amazing. I have no idea why. My skin tingled at its touch. It began to vibrate, even though I hadn't turned on any switch. It was a soft vibration… almost undetectable, not like the crude buzzing that normal dildoes make. I started getting wet… and I mean soaking wet. I pushed the head of that thing between my pussy lips and it slid inside. I couldn't believe it. I'd never been able to enjoy the feeling of a big dick inside me, and this was bigger than any I'd ever felt before. It was mind blowing. Oh sure, it felt tight, but it fit! So I decided that it must have been designed to shrink in order to fit inside anybody, no matter their size, you know, like squeezing a sponge. Anyway, it felt good inside me, so I thrust it deeper and it really seemed to go farther than I would have thought possible. It was like a magic act really… the way it seemed to disappear inside me… all the way to the base. And weirdest of all… it was like I could feel all fifteen inches of it inside me, even though I know, for a fact, I am not fifteen inches deep!”Kris was surprised to hear all this. “I didn't know it did that. Mary didn't demonstrate it for me. Just loaded them up on the sleigh. Wow. Elf magic, I guess.”I giggled, “When it was all the way inside me, it started playing a Christmas carol. 'Santa Claus is Coming to Town'. I laughed out loud! I thought it was the craziest gift ever! I was so curious who'd left it for me so I could thank them! I grabbed it by its big, heavy balls and started fucking myself with it, and soon I felt so good, I forgot all about how weird it was. I was just fucking myself, feeling the vibration of the music deep inside me. I crammed it into myself for minute after wonderful minute, screaming into a pillow to stifle the sound. I had a powerful orgasm. Powerful."I lay back, the cock… your cock, still inside me, and I went into a post orgiastic state. But your cock wasn't finished with me! It started moving inside me, very slightly, just enough to keep my orgasm zinging, like it was a stone skipping across a lake. I don't know how long this lasted but when it was over… I was absolutely spent… and I felt content. My need to chase Santa had lessened. It was still there, but the hungry, insane desperation was gone. I pulled your cock out of me and lay in bed, hugging it to my belly like a pet, and fell asleep, getting the first really good night's sleep I'd had in two years.”I kissed Kris again. “Thank you for the present Santa.”“You're welcome, Virginia.”To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

In this Very Special Episode, we sprinkle the show with some Sugar Plum Fairy pixie dust and join our heroines in making merry via food and drink during Christmastide. From Laura Ingalls Wilder's peppermint sticks to Mrs. Beaver's holiday hospitality, we find out how our bookish leading ladies celebrated the “most wonderful time of the year.”Shownotes:One thing we love about celebrating Christmas is how various foods and drinks pop up at that time of year and no other. After all, nobody drinks eggnog in July. We share our heroine's glowy feelings of anticipation and wish fulfillment as we sample Jane Austen's cold pies, Maya Angelou's upside-down pineapple cake, and the Little Women's fat, brown turkey.From the groaning tables of Regency England to Independence, Kansas, and Narnia and beyond, we pull up a chair to some of the most delicious and festive fetes in our favorite novels. Old Fashioned Peppermint Candy from Little House:https://littlehouseontheprairie.com/homemade-peppermint-candies/What's your favorite literary Christmas celebration? Drop us a line at Hello@jennyewilliams.com.-----Theme Music: "Beyond the Ponds" by Francis Wells

Kris finds comfort in some sexy elves.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Maybe she'd never really loved me, and the novelty of being Saint Nicholas' wife had worn thin after a century or so. But in any case, whatever love we'd shared had melted away like the mighty glaciers of Greenland. Gone… perhaps never to return.All at once I realized I was free. Free to do whatever I wanted with Snowbell, or the kitchen elf Icicle, or my secretary Blizzard… hell, with any fucking elf at the whole fucking North Pole, and Mary wouldn't mind. Why should she? She was no longer mine, and I was no longer hers.I reached out and pushed a button, closing a curtain over the window into the test room. Then I switched off the sound, cutting off Mary's musical cries of pleasure in mid “Oh”. I didn't want to hear her orgasm right now. I wanted to hear someone else's.I reached over to put my large right hand on Snowbell's miniature belly. She looked up at me and smiled warmly. Then I ran my hand up under her teddy and cupped her naked breast. I pinched her little blue gumdrop nipple and she groaned in her high, wispy voice.“Oh, Santa! That feels good!”She threw her body across my lap, her arms above her head and let me explore her body with my hands as she cooed and hummed. Snowbell's skin wasn't as soft as Mary's, but touching it made my fingers tingle and my cock throb with desire. More elf magic, I suppose. I touched her everywhere: her face, neck, arms and legs, but I saved her pussy for last. When I finally got there, I ran my fingers along the naked lips, then played with her hard little clitoris for a while, which made her laugh and shriek with pleasure.Then I put my big middle finger between her perfect little pussy lips. She gave a little shriek of joy as I buried my finger, knuckle deep, in her tingling vagina. She was deeper than I would have guessed, because my long finger didn't reach the back. When I did this with Mary I could feel the stiff lump of her cervix with my fingertip. But I pushed into Snowbell as far as I could go, meeting no obstructions. The powerful muscles inside Snowbell's vagina constricted around my fingers. I wondered what my cock would feel like inside there…But I laughed at the absurd thought. At fifteen inches, my cock was almost as long as her entire abdomen! And I was four inches thick, but Snowbell's pussy was squeezing my finger tightly as it was. We'd never fit together. But it was an intriguingly naughty thought.I began to finger fuck Snowbell, driving myself into her as if my finger were my cock, letting my knuckle stimulate her clit with each thrust.“Oh, Santa, yes!!!” Whimpered Snowbell. I explored her insides with my finger… it was so smooth in there. None of the little flaps of skin and mysterious shapes that Mary's had. Only smooth skin, with rippling muscles just under the surface, which she seemed to be able to control. Her vagina started to loosen, so I put a second finger in and her pussy seemed to expand to take it. Now I put three fingers in, and spread them wide… fuck! I slipped my entire hand into her, thumb and all! I knew right then that my cock, as big as it was, could definitely fit inside Snowbell. I probably couldn't go very deep inside her, but at least as deep as I ever had with Mary.Snowbell, enjoying the feeling of my whole hand inside her, wrapped her hands around my cock and looked up at me, tears flowing out of her ancient eyes. I saw an aching need in them. She wanted my cock. And not just because Mary told her to make me happy. But because I was Santa fuckin' Claus!I took my hand out of Snowbell and lifted her to kiss her on the mouth. She threw her arms around my neck and her eager lips opened. I felt her lithe elfin tongue penetrate my mouth, and swirl around my tongue and across my teeth, making everything tingle magically. I could tell that her tongue wasn't as long as Tinsel's, which was a bit of a relief. It was so insanely erotic, I felt euphoric. I lifted her higher and took her firm, round breast into my mouth, and tickled her gumdrop nipple with my tongue. A little squirt of nectar came out of the tip, splashing across my tongue. It tasted like peppermint schnapps!!“Snowbell, what was that?”“My milk, Santa. Have some more!” She pressed her other breast into my mouth, and when I tickled the nipple, another jet of peppermint shot across my tongue to the back of my mouth. I was drinking elf milk! It was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted, and slightly intoxicating.“Please, Santa, fuck me!” moaned Snowbell.I hesitated, still unsure this was the right thing to do, “Are you sure, Snowbell?”“Please, Santa, please! Let it be my Christmas gift. If you give me your cock, you don't have to give me anything else!” She was so adorable.“Okay Snowbell, but only if you give me your pussy as your present to me.” She nodded and we kissed again, hotly. I held her small head in my hands, my fingers fingering her ears up to the long tapering points. She moaned. Apparently an elf's ears are one of their g-spots. Our tongues danced and tingled with magic, as I guided my cock to her pussy lips.“Okay, Snowbell. Are you ready to trade Christmas presents?”“Yes, Santa.” She said sweetly.All I had to do was thrust upward a little and my big cock slipped into her tight wet tunnel. She shrieked a high-pitched wail of pure joy, then lowered herself slowly down my shaft. She was tight, but not nearly as tight as Mary. I easily entered her. My cock began tingling, and I felt her rippling vaginal muscles pulling me ever deeper, like a constricting snake. I kept expecting to reach her cervix any second, but I kept going deeper and deeper, until it seemed utterly impossible. I could see her entire body expanding, elastically, to accept my girth. My cock was going past where her intestines should be… then past her lungs, then past her heart. Then… almost to the base of her throat. Her face was contorting in joy, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Finally, all the way down, my balls pressed into her labia, and the tip of my cock pressed against the underside of her clavicle. I was completely encased inside her body. Who knew elf pussies were so deep?It felt more amazing than anything I could have ever imagined. Every inch of me surrounded by the rippling undulations of her vaginal muscles. I could also feel her internal organs moving… her lungs breathing against my shaft, and her two hearts beating just under the head of my cock. I lifted her up, feeling every inch of her insides rubbing along my sensitive skin, until only the head of my cock was still inside her. She looked at me with wonder sparkling in her elfin eyes.“Santa!!! I didn't think you'd fit but you do!!” She hugged me tightly, then said, “Oh please, do it again. Harder, faster…” I pulled her down again, hard this time and drove myself again into her tiny, well lubricated body. Her pussy was dripping, almost flooding, with a steady stream of her juices. I felt a river of it pouring down my balls, setting them alive with tingles. I had no idea what Mary was doing in the test room. I didn't care. I was fucking an elf, and loving it!I was close to cumming again, so I started to pull out.But Snowbell could feel my orgasm coming. She said, “No, Santa, anoint my insides! Please, Santa, oh, pretty please.”I stood up, holding Snowbell easily in my hands. I fucked her standing up, holding her little body in the air, something I'd never done with Mary. I fucked Snowbell as hard and as deep and as powerfully as I could, sliding in and out, all fifteen inches with each stroke, her jingle bell ring ting tingling away. I had an orgasm that was almost as powerful than the one on my wedding night. I shot my semen deep inside that little aqua colored elf, load after load, probably two quarts, but she was so deep that hardly any of it spilled out. As I was cumming, so was she, but it was a much more powerful orgasm than she'd had earlier. Little fountains of peppermint schnapps nectar shot out of her nipples into the air. I leaned forward and took one breast in my mouth and sucked a mouthful of her delicious milk and swallowed it, feeling a rush of intoxication flowing to my brain. I couldn't believe how long her orgasm lasted this time. I tried to pull my cock out, but her muscles held me in. They felt like they were milking the last cum out of me, with rippling inward contractions that were so fucking wonderful, that I started cumming again without warning.“Snowbell!” I shouted hoarsely, pumping my love potion into her pussy with an intensity that would have killed a mortal man. When our orgasms had abated, I flopped weakly down on the couch, leaving my cock inside her, with her straddling and hugging me. I lovingly undid her braids, spreading her soft white hair out on her back. She cooed against me in pleasure the whole time. My cock, though softer, was still deep inside her, being slowly stimulated by the undulations of her vaginal muscles. Her hearts were beating fast against the tip of my cock, but she didn't seem uncomfortable at all. She just hummed “Jingle Bells” contentedly against my belly.After I'd undone all her hair, I said, “I like your hair down, Snowbell.”She smiled, “Okay Santa. I'll wear it this way from now on, forever!”My cock grew hard within a few minutes time. I put my hands under Snowbell's ass and started lifting her up and down. Now my cum began to spill out of her, forming a pool under my balls, soaking the couch. I was hard. So hard. And I could feel every square inch of me inside her. I could fuck her all day.So I did.Needless to say, I didn't make any of my meetings that day. I can only presume that Mary finished her ‘test' long before Snowbell and I were done. I fucked that little elf again and again, her long white hair flying all around her beautiful blue head, until my cock was sore. I drank so much of her milk, that eventually I fell asleep, drunk off my ass.When I awoke it was late the following afternoon, feeling somewhat hung over from the elf milk. Snowbell was nowhere to be seen, but my cum had been cleaned carefully off everything, although there were several large stains of it on the couch and my pants. I put clothes on, wracked with shame. I quickly left Mary's wing of the factory, headed toward my office.When I entered primary toy assembly room #1, I couldn't believe my eyes. Mary had instituted the new dress code overnight, and now the elves were dressed in lovely blue and white clothing, most of it quite skimpy and revealing, although none of the outfits as skimpy as what Snowbell had worn the previous night. There were a handful of holdouts stubbornly wearing their old red and blue lederhosen. Every group has a few curmudgeons, but they were in the minority.It was an amazing, horrifying sight. Now every female elf I saw was radiantly feminine, and every male was oozing virility. The females were all batting their eyelashes at me alluringly and the males were nodding at me knowingly. It was obvious that Snowbell had told them how I'd ‘anointed' her insides. Every female elf, including the curmudgeons, appeared to be working up the courage to ask me to anoint them too. I'd never felt so uncomfortable in the toy factory in my life!I scuttled up to my office to think about what to say when I saw Mary. This had to stop! We had to go back to the old uniforms! This was obscene! You can't make toys this way! Half an hour after I sat down at my desk, my secretary Blizzard sauntered in, dressed in a miniature version of a human secretary outfit, tight white shirt, dark blue skirt, high heels, and glasses perched on her nose. A pencil was stuck comically through her braided hair.“Oh…. Shit.” I mumbled. I knew instantly why she was dressed this way.Back in the seventies I'd started an experimental intern program for college kids to come work with us at the North Pole during their summer break. The idea was that these humans would go back to the real world and spread a little belief. But one of the students, Holly, was assigned to work in my office as Blizzard's assistant. She was as sexy as hell. One night after everyone had gone home, she propositioned me. She even went so far as to hop up on my desk and open her legs, showing me her panties, which had a little red bow on the crotch. I came very close to accepting her gift. The next morning I canceled the whole program in spite of Mary's objections. She didn't know how close I'd come to fucking Holly on my desk! Ever since then I'd been fantasizing about what would have happened if I'd accepted. And now that fantasy was standing in front of me, four foot three and as sexy as hell.I'd never seen Blizzard's figure this well before. Whereas Snowbell was thin and willowy, Blizzard was curvy and buxom, like a miniature Marilyn Monroe. Blizzard's skin was snowy white, except for her lips, which were cobalt blue. Her eyelashes were almost an inch long. She batted them at me and winked. My cock got so hard so fast it bonked against the underside of my desk.Blizzard sauntered right up to me and spoke in a breathless voice that immediately reminded me of Holly, “Mr. Kringle, can I ask you a favor?”“Yes, what is it Blizzard?”“You didn't get me anything for secretary's day this year.” She pouted dramatically.“Oh? I didn't know we observed that holiday. But I didn't mean to offend you.”“You could certainly make it up to me.”“How?”“Well… You could anoint me, for one thing,” she said, giggling just like Holly did.Gulp. I hadn't realized how fast temptation would rear its ugly head. I needed to nip this thing in the bud, and I needed to do it soon! But… Blizzard was so fucking hot! Not just because she looked like Holly… but because she looked like Blizzard, one of the sexiest creatures I'd ever laid eyes on. I needed to stop this madness before it got out of control!“Uh… not now, Blizzard. I just woke up.”She looked at me quizzically, and dropped the Holly accent for a minute, and spoke in her own precise and punctilious voice. “Mr. Kringle, I've been your secretary for over eighty years. I know what you want before you do. And you want to anoint me. Don't deny it.”“No I don't, Blizzard. Just… leave me!” I shouted, trying to scare her off. She didn't bat an eyelash, but just smiled, and stepped up to me, and rolled my chair back from the desk. I couldn't cover my erection. It was just too huge.“Well, well, well, Mr. Kringle, what have we here?” With one deft move, she pulled my waistband down, exposing my huge cock. “Your mouth says no, but your cock says yes, yes, yes.”Before I could answer or protest, she bent over, and engulfed my cock in her mouth. I wanted to push her off me… but I couldn't. Once again, I felt the tingling magic of elfin juices. She slobbered all over me as she worked my shaft deep into her flexible throat. Her hands stroked my shaft powerfully, and her long prehensile tongue slipped out around the edge of her lips, wrapping around my pole like a slithering snake all the way down to my balls. It was creepy… but insanely erotic at the same time.I couldn't believe this little, efficient, motherly elf who I'd dictated millions of letters to for eighty years, was now sucking my cock. It was naughty, naughty, naughty!“I told you Blizzard, I'm busy! Go away!” I bellowed at her, hoping deep inside that she wouldn't obey me.She stood up, and for a second I thought she was going to leave. But instead, she hopped up on my desk and opened her legs wide, just as Holly had done. And just as with Holly, she was wearing a little pair of panties with a red bow on the crotch.I stood up and shouted. “Get out of my office, Blizzard, or I'll fire you!”Then once again, mimicking Holly's voice, she said, “Aren't you going to open your present, Mr. Kringle?”My hands were ripping her panties open, before I even knew it.“I told you to get out of my office! Why don't you obey me?” I shouted, but I kept opening my present, ripping her skirt apart, and then shredding her shirt, then her bra without bothering to unhook it. Her pearl necklace burst open, sending pearls scattering among the shreds of clothing I was flinging everywhere. Now she was mostly naked, except for some tattered remains, and oh, baby Jesus, she was a beautiful sight! She was shapely and buxom, and her body was snow white from head to toe, even the irises of her eyes. Her breasts were a lot bigger and less firm than Snowbell's, and as soon as I ripped off her bra, I had my hands on them, pinching her clear, hard, ice colored nipples. She groaned in pleasure… that's as far as I'd gone with Holly.I took my hands out of her, and slammed my hands down on either side of the desk, and shouted in her face, “I said, go!”She crossed her legs slowly, and picked up a pad of paper from my desk. Then slowly took the pencil out of her hair and said, in Holly's voice, “Would you like me to take a letter for you, Mr. Kringle?”“No! No!” Go away, Holly!“And who shall I address it to?” she said, playfully putting the pencil to the paper.I roared, “Get out right now!”She wrote that down, “Was that, 'Get out right now', or 'Get out brown cow'?” she said in a chirpy cheerful voice, as she slowly crossed her legs, hiding her beautiful white pussy from me.“Fuck!” I screamed. I flipped her over on her chest, and put the large head of my cock right up against her wet pussy. I paused, trying to force myself to back off. Oh god, this is exactly what I'd wanted to do to Holly.She still had the pad of paper in her hands. She wrote down, 'fuck' in large letters and asked, “Would that be one exclamation point, Mr. Kringle, or two?”She let out a long, surprised, orgasmic shriek as I thrust into her all fifteen inches of angry Santa. When my balls finally slapped against her labia, she moaned in her own voice, “Oh, Mr. Kringle! I can feel you in my throat!!”I started fucking her, hard, my hand on her back, pushing her down on the desk. She was helpless.“You should have escaped while you could, Holly! Now I'm gonna fuck you senseless!” I was pounding her so hard, so powerfully, I knew Holly couldn't have taken it. I'd have caused her severe internal injuries! But Blizzard could take what I had to give her, because she was an elf!I spread her glittery white buttocks with my hands to watch my cock sliding in and out of her. I could actually see the flexible bones in her pelvis stretching open to accept me. Then I noticed her little asshole… it started to open and close, as if inviting me to touch it. I ran my thumb down to touch the rim of it, something I'd never done with Mary.Blizzard groaned, “Ooh!” and the little hole opened a little, as if beckoning me inside.Although I'd never done such a thing before, I stuck my thumb in her asshole, and she screeched in pleasure. Copious quantities juice began shooting out of her pussy around my cock, bathing my balls. I also saw a pool of liquid spreading out from her breasts. I smelled the peppermint schnapps odor of elf milk. Blizzard began moaning in her high-pitched voice, having orgasm after orgasm.Suddenly I felt hands on my thighs, I turned in surprise to see the three female elves who were tasked to keep my 'Nice or Naughty' list up-to-date. They were in various stages of undress, and were feeling me up, running their hands all over my buttocks and between my legs to tickle my balls as I fucked Blizzard. I looked down at their beautiful bodies. Each one of them was so different, yet so adorable… Teacup was thin and elegant, with vivid blue-green skin and long pointy ears, Cookie dough was very short and very plump, with pale blue skin with lots of little brown freckles that almost looked like chocolate chips, and Indigo was a muscular female with an enormous, shapely ass and skin so dark blue that it was almost black. They all looked up at me with wonder in their elfin eyes. Teacup was standing on my chair, so I reached down and slipped my free hand between her legs. Soon she was giggling happily as I rubbed my fingers all over and into her blue-green pussy.Five more elves came running into the office, whooping like crazy, peeling their clothes off. I looked around and realized that now everyone on my personal staff were in the room, and before I could wrap my mind around it, the office orgy began. One of the males, a muscular looking green elf named Dairy bell, pushed little Pinecone to her knees and began fucking her up the ass, without so much as a how-de-do. His cock grew and grew, so that it was enormous. Not as big as mine, but a lot bigger than I would have guessed and elf cock to be. Sugar Plum, a very shy male elf who often made me hot cocoa, hopped up on my desk and began thrusting his growing cock into Blizzard's mouth. He smiled at me sweetly, hardly able to make eye contact with me, yet here he was, in spite of his shyness, cramming his engorged blue cock into my secretary's mouth! His penis grew quite long, almost twelve inches, although it was only about an inch and a half thick. He was shoving in all the way down her eager throat, and into her esophagus, and she was having no trouble at all breathing around it. Suddenly I could feel his cock and my cock brushing past each other on her insides, separated only by the fleshy membranes of her internal organs.Instead of being shocked by my first sexual interaction with a male elf, I pondered what kind of anatomy allowed this sort of thing to happen? I wondered if I could stick my cock as far up Blizzard's ass as it was now up her vagina. I looked over at Pinecone. She seemed to be handling about half of Dairybell's big cock, so without asking, I repositioned my cock over Blizzard's anus, my mind exploding with the sudden need to take this final plunge into complete depravity. My cock was well lubricated with her vaginal juices, but she was so tight, I felt like she was going to crush my cock as I pushed myself inside. She didn't do anything but moan louder, so I assumed she was enjoying this. The deeper I pushed myself, the tighter she got. When I was halfway in, I met an obstruction, and now I knew how deep an elf's ass is. Then I pulled out again, and pushed my way in. She was no longer as tight as before, so I began pounding her with greater speed.Then Sugar Plum pulled his cock out of Blizzard's mouth, and now she could vocalize her pleasure again. “Oh Mr. Kringle! Your cock feel so good up my ass! Harder! Harder!”Sugar Plum started wriggling his legs under her body. I didn't know what he was doing at first, but soon his legs came out under her legs, right under my balls. Within a second or two he stuck his cock in her pussy, as I was sodomizing her. Her flexible pelvis expanded to take us both at the same time. My balls were slapping against his balls, as we double penetrated Blizzard. It was the most filthy thing ever, and I loved it, god help me, I loved it! Blizzard was moaning loudly in pleasure, and started to cum. She arched up on her arms, shooting her milk right into Sugar Plum's eager mouth. I cupped my hand under the other breast, and brought a handful up to my mouth drinking it down greedily.Then, as if that weren't enough craziness to process, I felt Cookie dough put her hands around my thighs and bury her face between my butt cheeks. Then, much to my horror, I could feel Cookie dough's long tongue working its way into my anus! I tried to reach around to stop her, but then my anus began to tingle with the elf magic, and a warmth spread through my backsides. My pleasure jumped to a higher level than I'd ever experienced before!I felt myself cumming, but Blizzard, sensing I was about to come, clamped her powerful anus tight, trapping my cock inside her, and squeezing off my orgasm, so it had nowhere to go. The insane intensity in my abdomen and nut sack doubled. Now Cookie dough's tongue was going deeper and deeper inside me, so invasive, yet a warmth was spreading through my pelvis that rocked me to the core.I couldn't wrap my mind around this. It seemed like I was in the middle of some kind of nightmare wet dream. Yesterday all these elves had been my most dependable, personal employees, now we were having an orgy of epic debauchery in my office! I looked around in amazement. Fluffball was going down on Pinecone, while Gingerbread fucked her from behind. Pinecone and Dairy Bell had switched positions, and now Dairy Bell was working her long tongue up his asshole as he masturbated himself. Over on my workbench, Dingaling was holding a nutcracker in each hand, thrusting them in and out of Patches' and Thimbletop's pussies. Sugar Plum and I were double-teaming Blizzard, and Indigo jumped up on the desk and pressed her pussy to Blizzard's mouth and long elfin tongue. And as Cookie Dough ate out my ass, my fingers brought Teacup into a shrieking orgasm, and I felt her milk oozing out of her breasts against my arm.A thought flickered through my head that I was cheating… but not on Mary. On Snowbell. But somehow I knew that Snowbell wouldn't care, not because she didn't love me, but because she did!I looked around at these ancient creatures, and felt blessed to be participating in this amazing, world shattering event. But although it was important, it was also unimportant at the same time. This was nothing weird or unusual to the elves. They were just enjoying each other, laughing and fucking, without reservation, as they'd done from the dawn of time, without worrying about right or wrong, male or female, nice or naughty. They all looked at me from time to time, smiling radiantly. They were having an orgy with Santa Claus! It was one of the best days ever!It felt so right! So true! So pure! Sin seemed a silly concept to me now, compared to this pure and open expression of sharing and lust and love. I felt an orgasm building again. But instead of clamping me off as she'd done before, Blizzard scrambled off me and Sugar Plum and jumped to the floor shouting, “Anoint us, Mr. Kringle!”She got between my legs and began to jerk my cock powerfully with her hands, and shouted, “Anoint us all!” All the elves in the room stopped what they were doing and ran to be in front of me and looked up in rapture, just as my sperm shot up my shaft. As I came, Blizzard aimed me around the room like a fire-hose, so my cum spattered all over the elves. They were laughing and rolling around on their backs as if they were playing in the snow. I shot blast after blast, as she pulled it out of me with her powerful, ancient hands. I couldn't believe how much cum I was creating, it was almost miraculous. I'd done this before inside Mary and Snowbell's pussies, but I'd never actually seen it shooting into the air in such quantities before. After each shot the elves would shout, “Hooray!” I came, as far as I could estimate, twice as much, and twice as long, as I had on my wedding day!Blizzard saved the last shot of cum for herself, aiming it right into her face and open mouth. She swallowed it down and said, “Snowbell is right! It tastes just like eggnog!” Then all elves started licking my cum off each other, and giggling at the yummy flavor. I collapsed back into my chair, as if I'd just completed a marathon run from the South Pole. I watched and laughed as the elves began to play with my come, throwing it at each other as if they were having a snowball fight.Then Sugar Plum jumped up on the desk and began jerking his engorged cock and shot a spray of his own watery blue cum all over everyone, including me. I didn't know how to process that. I definitely wasn't sexually attracted to male elves. But… a bit of his cum trickled into my mouth and it tasted of cranberries. I licked my lips, not wanting to insult him by wiping his cum off my face. After all, he'd anointed me.I watched the elves play for the longest time, my heart full of love for them all. They started fucking again and having orgasms and anointing each other. All the female elves, at one point or another, hopped up into my lap and pressed their breasts to my mouth so I could take a deep drink of their intoxicatingly delicious milk. I didn't get another erection, I was just too spent. I was also dazed and drunk. At some point, Cookiedough sat in my lap, and I masturbated her fat little pussy with my fingers until she was writhing in pleasure. I leaned over her and drunkenly took both her large bouncy breasts into my mouth and chugged her nectar as she came.That's the last thing I remember.To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

Kris finds comfort in some sexy elves.By cb summers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Maybe she'd never really loved me, and the novelty of being Saint Nicholas' wife had worn thin after a century or so. But in any case, whatever love we'd shared had melted away like the mighty glaciers of Greenland. Gone… perhaps never to return.All at once I realized I was free. Free to do whatever I wanted with Snowbell, or the kitchen elf Icicle, or my secretary Blizzard… hell, with any fucking elf at the whole fucking North Pole, and Mary wouldn't mind. Why should she? She was no longer mine, and I was no longer hers.I reached out and pushed a button, closing a curtain over the window into the test room. Then I switched off the sound, cutting off Mary's musical cries of pleasure in mid “Oh”. I didn't want to hear her orgasm right now. I wanted to hear someone else's.I reached over to put my large right hand on Snowbell's miniature belly. She looked up at me and smiled warmly. Then I ran my hand up under her teddy and cupped her naked breast. I pinched her little blue gumdrop nipple and she groaned in her high, wispy voice.“Oh, Santa! That feels good!”She threw her body across my lap, her arms above her head and let me explore her body with my hands as she cooed and hummed. Snowbell's skin wasn't as soft as Mary's, but touching it made my fingers tingle and my cock throb with desire. More elf magic, I suppose. I touched her everywhere: her face, neck, arms and legs, but I saved her pussy for last. When I finally got there, I ran my fingers along the naked lips, then played with her hard little clitoris for a while, which made her laugh and shriek with pleasure.Then I put my big middle finger between her perfect little pussy lips. She gave a little shriek of joy as I buried my finger, knuckle deep, in her tingling vagina. She was deeper than I would have guessed, because my long finger didn't reach the back. When I did this with Mary I could feel the stiff lump of her cervix with my fingertip. But I pushed into Snowbell as far as I could go, meeting no obstructions. The powerful muscles inside Snowbell's vagina constricted around my fingers. I wondered what my cock would feel like inside there…But I laughed at the absurd thought. At fifteen inches, my cock was almost as long as her entire abdomen! And I was four inches thick, but Snowbell's pussy was squeezing my finger tightly as it was. We'd never fit together. But it was an intriguingly naughty thought.I began to finger fuck Snowbell, driving myself into her as if my finger were my cock, letting my knuckle stimulate her clit with each thrust.“Oh, Santa, yes!!!” Whimpered Snowbell. I explored her insides with my finger… it was so smooth in there. None of the little flaps of skin and mysterious shapes that Mary's had. Only smooth skin, with rippling muscles just under the surface, which she seemed to be able to control. Her vagina started to loosen, so I put a second finger in and her pussy seemed to expand to take it. Now I put three fingers in, and spread them wide… fuck! I slipped my entire hand into her, thumb and all! I knew right then that my cock, as big as it was, could definitely fit inside Snowbell. I probably couldn't go very deep inside her, but at least as deep as I ever had with Mary.Snowbell, enjoying the feeling of my whole hand inside her, wrapped her hands around my cock and looked up at me, tears flowing out of her ancient eyes. I saw an aching need in them. She wanted my cock. And not just because Mary told her to make me happy. But because I was Santa fuckin' Claus!I took my hand out of Snowbell and lifted her to kiss her on the mouth. She threw her arms around my neck and her eager lips opened. I felt her lithe elfin tongue penetrate my mouth, and swirl around my tongue and across my teeth, making everything tingle magically. I could tell that her tongue wasn't as long as Tinsel's, which was a bit of a relief. It was so insanely erotic, I felt euphoric. I lifted her higher and took her firm, round breast into my mouth, and tickled her gumdrop nipple with my tongue. A little squirt of nectar came out of the tip, splashing across my tongue. It tasted like peppermint schnapps!!“Snowbell, what was that?”“My milk, Santa. Have some more!” She pressed her other breast into my mouth, and when I tickled the nipple, another jet of peppermint shot across my tongue to the back of my mouth. I was drinking elf milk! It was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted, and slightly intoxicating.“Please, Santa, fuck me!” moaned Snowbell.I hesitated, still unsure this was the right thing to do, “Are you sure, Snowbell?”“Please, Santa, please! Let it be my Christmas gift. If you give me your cock, you don't have to give me anything else!” She was so adorable.“Okay Snowbell, but only if you give me your pussy as your present to me.” She nodded and we kissed again, hotly. I held her small head in my hands, my fingers fingering her ears up to the long tapering points. She moaned. Apparently an elf's ears are one of their g-spots. Our tongues danced and tingled with magic, as I guided my cock to her pussy lips.“Okay, Snowbell. Are you ready to trade Christmas presents?”“Yes, Santa.” She said sweetly.All I had to do was thrust upward a little and my big cock slipped into her tight wet tunnel. She shrieked a high-pitched wail of pure joy, then lowered herself slowly down my shaft. She was tight, but not nearly as tight as Mary. I easily entered her. My cock began tingling, and I felt her rippling vaginal muscles pulling me ever deeper, like a constricting snake. I kept expecting to reach her cervix any second, but I kept going deeper and deeper, until it seemed utterly impossible. I could see her entire body expanding, elastically, to accept my girth. My cock was going past where her intestines should be… then past her lungs, then past her heart. Then… almost to the base of her throat. Her face was contorting in joy, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Finally, all the way down, my balls pressed into her labia, and the tip of my cock pressed against the underside of her clavicle. I was completely encased inside her body. Who knew elf pussies were so deep?It felt more amazing than anything I could have ever imagined. Every inch of me surrounded by the rippling undulations of her vaginal muscles. I could also feel her internal organs moving… her lungs breathing against my shaft, and her two hearts beating just under the head of my cock. I lifted her up, feeling every inch of her insides rubbing along my sensitive skin, until only the head of my cock was still inside her. She looked at me with wonder sparkling in her elfin eyes.“Santa!!! I didn't think you'd fit but you do!!” She hugged me tightly, then said, “Oh please, do it again. Harder, faster…” I pulled her down again, hard this time and drove myself again into her tiny, well lubricated body. Her pussy was dripping, almost flooding, with a steady stream of her juices. I felt a river of it pouring down my balls, setting them alive with tingles. I had no idea what Mary was doing in the test room. I didn't care. I was fucking an elf, and loving it!I was close to cumming again, so I started to pull out.But Snowbell could feel my orgasm coming. She said, “No, Santa, anoint my insides! Please, Santa, oh, pretty please.”I stood up, holding Snowbell easily in my hands. I fucked her standing up, holding her little body in the air, something I'd never done with Mary. I fucked Snowbell as hard and as deep and as powerfully as I could, sliding in and out, all fifteen inches with each stroke, her jingle bell ring ting tingling away. I had an orgasm that was almost as powerful than the one on my wedding night. I shot my semen deep inside that little aqua colored elf, load after load, probably two quarts, but she was so deep that hardly any of it spilled out. As I was cumming, so was she, but it was a much more powerful orgasm than she'd had earlier. Little fountains of peppermint schnapps nectar shot out of her nipples into the air. I leaned forward and took one breast in my mouth and sucked a mouthful of her delicious milk and swallowed it, feeling a rush of intoxication flowing to my brain. I couldn't believe how long her orgasm lasted this time. I tried to pull my cock out, but her muscles held me in. They felt like they were milking the last cum out of me, with rippling inward contractions that were so fucking wonderful, that I started cumming again without warning.“Snowbell!” I shouted hoarsely, pumping my love potion into her pussy with an intensity that would have killed a mortal man. When our orgasms had abated, I flopped weakly down on the couch, leaving my cock inside her, with her straddling and hugging me. I lovingly undid her braids, spreading her soft white hair out on her back. She cooed against me in pleasure the whole time. My cock, though softer, was still deep inside her, being slowly stimulated by the undulations of her vaginal muscles. Her hearts were beating fast against the tip of my cock, but she didn't seem uncomfortable at all. She just hummed “Jingle Bells” contentedly against my belly.After I'd undone all her hair, I said, “I like your hair down, Snowbell.”She smiled, “Okay Santa. I'll wear it this way from now on, forever!”My cock grew hard within a few minutes time. I put my hands under Snowbell's ass and started lifting her up and down. Now my cum began to spill out of her, forming a pool under my balls, soaking the couch. I was hard. So hard. And I could feel every square inch of me inside her. I could fuck her all day.So I did.Needless to say, I didn't make any of my meetings that day. I can only presume that Mary finished her ‘test' long before Snowbell and I were done. I fucked that little elf again and again, her long white hair flying all around her beautiful blue head, until my cock was sore. I drank so much of her milk, that eventually I fell asleep, drunk off my ass.When I awoke it was late the following afternoon, feeling somewhat hung over from the elf milk. Snowbell was nowhere to be seen, but my cum had been cleaned carefully off everything, although there were several large stains of it on the couch and my pants. I put clothes on, wracked with shame. I quickly left Mary's wing of the factory, headed toward my office.When I entered primary toy assembly room #1, I couldn't believe my eyes. Mary had instituted the new dress code overnight, and now the elves were dressed in lovely blue and white clothing, most of it quite skimpy and revealing, although none of the outfits as skimpy as what Snowbell had worn the previous night. There were a handful of holdouts stubbornly wearing their old red and blue lederhosen. Every group has a few curmudgeons, but they were in the minority.It was an amazing, horrifying sight. Now every female elf I saw was radiantly feminine, and every male was oozing virility. The females were all batting their eyelashes at me alluringly and the males were nodding at me knowingly. It was obvious that Snowbell had told them how I'd ‘anointed' her insides. Every female elf, including the curmudgeons, appeared to be working up the courage to ask me to anoint them too. I'd never felt so uncomfortable in the toy factory in my life!I scuttled up to my office to think about what to say when I saw Mary. This had to stop! We had to go back to the old uniforms! This was obscene! You can't make toys this way! Half an hour after I sat down at my desk, my secretary Blizzard sauntered in, dressed in a miniature version of a human secretary outfit, tight white shirt, dark blue skirt, high heels, and glasses perched on her nose. A pencil was stuck comically through her braided hair.“Oh…. Shit.” I mumbled. I knew instantly why she was dressed this way.Back in the seventies I'd started an experimental intern program for college kids to come work with us at the North Pole during their summer break. The idea was that these humans would go back to the real world and spread a little belief. But one of the students, Holly, was assigned to work in my office as Blizzard's assistant. She was as sexy as hell. One night after everyone had gone home, she propositioned me. She even went so far as to hop up on my desk and open her legs, showing me her panties, which had a little red bow on the crotch. I came very close to accepting her gift. The next morning I canceled the whole program in spite of Mary's objections. She didn't know how close I'd come to fucking Holly on my desk! Ever since then I'd been fantasizing about what would have happened if I'd accepted. And now that fantasy was standing in front of me, four foot three and as sexy as hell.I'd never seen Blizzard's figure this well before. Whereas Snowbell was thin and willowy, Blizzard was curvy and buxom, like a miniature Marilyn Monroe. Blizzard's skin was snowy white, except for her lips, which were cobalt blue. Her eyelashes were almost an inch long. She batted them at me and winked. My cock got so hard so fast it bonked against the underside of my desk.Blizzard sauntered right up to me and spoke in a breathless voice that immediately reminded me of Holly, “Mr. Kringle, can I ask you a favor?”“Yes, what is it Blizzard?”“You didn't get me anything for secretary's day this year.” She pouted dramatically.“Oh? I didn't know we observed that holiday. But I didn't mean to offend you.”“You could certainly make it up to me.”“How?”“Well… You could anoint me, for one thing,” she said, giggling just like Holly did.Gulp. I hadn't realized how fast temptation would rear its ugly head. I needed to nip this thing in the bud, and I needed to do it soon! But… Blizzard was so fucking hot! Not just because she looked like Holly… but because she looked like Blizzard, one of the sexiest creatures I'd ever laid eyes on. I needed to stop this madness before it got out of control!“Uh… not now, Blizzard. I just woke up.”She looked at me quizzically, and dropped the Holly accent for a minute, and spoke in her own precise and punctilious voice. “Mr. Kringle, I've been your secretary for over eighty years. I know what you want before you do. And you want to anoint me. Don't deny it.”“No I don't, Blizzard. Just… leave me!” I shouted, trying to scare her off. She didn't bat an eyelash, but just smiled, and stepped up to me, and rolled my chair back from the desk. I couldn't cover my erection. It was just too huge.“Well, well, well, Mr. Kringle, what have we here?” With one deft move, she pulled my waistband down, exposing my huge cock. “Your mouth says no, but your cock says yes, yes, yes.”Before I could answer or protest, she bent over, and engulfed my cock in her mouth. I wanted to push her off me… but I couldn't. Once again, I felt the tingling magic of elfin juices. She slobbered all over me as she worked my shaft deep into her flexible throat. Her hands stroked my shaft powerfully, and her long prehensile tongue slipped out around the edge of her lips, wrapping around my pole like a slithering snake all the way down to my balls. It was creepy… but insanely erotic at the same time.I couldn't believe this little, efficient, motherly elf who I'd dictated millions of letters to for eighty years, was now sucking my cock. It was naughty, naughty, naughty!“I told you Blizzard, I'm busy! Go away!” I bellowed at her, hoping deep inside that she wouldn't obey me.She stood up, and for a second I thought she was going to leave. But instead, she hopped up on my desk and opened her legs wide, just as Holly had done. And just as with Holly, she was wearing a little pair of panties with a red bow on the crotch.I stood up and shouted. “Get out of my office, Blizzard, or I'll fire you!”Then once again, mimicking Holly's voice, she said, “Aren't you going to open your present, Mr. Kringle?”My hands were ripping her panties open, before I even knew it.“I told you to get out of my office! Why don't you obey me?” I shouted, but I kept opening my present, ripping her skirt apart, and then shredding her shirt, then her bra without bothering to unhook it. Her pearl necklace burst open, sending pearls scattering among the shreds of clothing I was flinging everywhere. Now she was mostly naked, except for some tattered remains, and oh, baby Jesus, she was a beautiful sight! She was shapely and buxom, and her body was snow white from head to toe, even the irises of her eyes. Her breasts were a lot bigger and less firm than Snowbell's, and as soon as I ripped off her bra, I had my hands on them, pinching her clear, hard, ice colored nipples. She groaned in pleasure… that's as far as I'd gone with Holly.I took my hands out of her, and slammed my hands down on either side of the desk, and shouted in her face, “I said, go!”She crossed her legs slowly, and picked up a pad of paper from my desk. Then slowly took the pencil out of her hair and said, in Holly's voice, “Would you like me to take a letter for you, Mr. Kringle?”“No! No!” Go away, Holly!“And who shall I address it to?” she said, playfully putting the pencil to the paper.I roared, “Get out right now!”She wrote that down, “Was that, 'Get out right now', or 'Get out brown cow'?” she said in a chirpy cheerful voice, as she slowly crossed her legs, hiding her beautiful white pussy from me.“Fuck!” I screamed. I flipped her over on her chest, and put the large head of my cock right up against her wet pussy. I paused, trying to force myself to back off. Oh god, this is exactly what I'd wanted to do to Holly.She still had the pad of paper in her hands. She wrote down, 'fuck' in large letters and asked, “Would that be one exclamation point, Mr. Kringle, or two?”She let out a long, surprised, orgasmic shriek as I thrust into her all fifteen inches of angry Santa. When my balls finally slapped against her labia, she moaned in her own voice, “Oh, Mr. Kringle! I can feel you in my throat!!”I started fucking her, hard, my hand on her back, pushing her down on the desk. She was helpless.“You should have escaped while you could, Holly! Now I'm gonna fuck you senseless!” I was pounding her so hard, so powerfully, I knew Holly couldn't have taken it. I'd have caused her severe internal injuries! But Blizzard could take what I had to give her, because she was an elf!I spread her glittery white buttocks with my hands to watch my cock sliding in and out of her. I could actually see the flexible bones in her pelvis stretching open to accept me. Then I noticed her little asshole… it started to open and close, as if inviting me to touch it. I ran my thumb down to touch the rim of it, something I'd never done with Mary.Blizzard groaned, “Ooh!” and the little hole opened a little, as if beckoning me inside.Although I'd never done such a thing before, I stuck my thumb in her asshole, and she screeched in pleasure. Copious quantities juice began shooting out of her pussy around my cock, bathing my balls. I also saw a pool of liquid spreading out from her breasts. I smelled the peppermint schnapps odor of elf milk. Blizzard began moaning in her high-pitched voice, having orgasm after orgasm.Suddenly I felt hands on my thighs, I turned in surprise to see the three female elves who were tasked to keep my 'Nice or Naughty' list up-to-date. They were in various stages of undress, and were feeling me up, running their hands all over my buttocks and between my legs to tickle my balls as I fucked Blizzard. I looked down at their beautiful bodies. Each one of them was so different, yet so adorable… Teacup was thin and elegant, with vivid blue-green skin and long pointy ears, Cookie dough was very short and very plump, with pale blue skin with lots of little brown freckles that almost looked like chocolate chips, and Indigo was a muscular female with an enormous, shapely ass and skin so dark blue that it was almost black. They all looked up at me with wonder in their elfin eyes. Teacup was standing on my chair, so I reached down and slipped my free hand between her legs. Soon she was giggling happily as I rubbed my fingers all over and into her blue-green pussy.Five more elves came running into the office, whooping like crazy, peeling their clothes off. I looked around and realized that now everyone on my personal staff were in the room, and before I could wrap my mind around it, the office orgy began. One of the males, a muscular looking green elf named Dairy bell, pushed little Pinecone to her knees and began fucking her up the ass, without so much as a how-de-do. His cock grew and grew, so that it was enormous. Not as big as mine, but a lot bigger than I would have guessed and elf cock to be. Sugar Plum, a very shy male elf who often made me hot cocoa, hopped up on my desk and began thrusting his growing cock into Blizzard's mouth. He smiled at me sweetly, hardly able to make eye contact with me, yet here he was, in spite of his shyness, cramming his engorged blue cock into my secretary's mouth! His penis grew quite long, almost twelve inches, although it was only about an inch and a half thick. He was shoving in all the way down her eager throat, and into her esophagus, and she was having no trouble at all breathing around it. Suddenly I could feel his cock and my cock brushing past each other on her insides, separated only by the fleshy membranes of her internal organs.Instead of being shocked by my first sexual interaction with a male elf, I pondered what kind of anatomy allowed this sort of thing to happen? I wondered if I could stick my cock as far up Blizzard's ass as it was now up her vagina. I looked over at Pinecone. She seemed to be handling about half of Dairybell's big cock, so without asking, I repositioned my cock over Blizzard's anus, my mind exploding with the sudden need to take this final plunge into complete depravity. My cock was well lubricated with her vaginal juices, but she was so tight, I felt like she was going to crush my cock as I pushed myself inside. She didn't do anything but moan louder, so I assumed she was enjoying this. The deeper I pushed myself, the tighter she got. When I was halfway in, I met an obstruction, and now I knew how deep an elf's ass is. Then I pulled out again, and pushed my way in. She was no longer as tight as before, so I began pounding her with greater speed.Then Sugar Plum pulled his cock out of Blizzard's mouth, and now she could vocalize her pleasure again. “Oh Mr. Kringle! Your cock feel so good up my ass! Harder! Harder!”Sugar Plum started wriggling his legs under her body. I didn't know what he was doing at first, but soon his legs came out under her legs, right under my balls. Within a second or two he stuck his cock in her pussy, as I was sodomizing her. Her flexible pelvis expanded to take us both at the same time. My balls were slapping against his balls, as we double penetrated Blizzard. It was the most filthy thing ever, and I loved it, god help me, I loved it! Blizzard was moaning loudly in pleasure, and started to cum. She arched up on her arms, shooting her milk right into Sugar Plum's eager mouth. I cupped my hand under the other breast, and brought a handful up to my mouth drinking it down greedily.Then, as if that weren't enough craziness to process, I felt Cookie dough put her hands around my thighs and bury her face between my butt cheeks. Then, much to my horror, I could feel Cookie dough's long tongue working its way into my anus! I tried to reach around to stop her, but then my anus began to tingle with the elf magic, and a warmth spread through my backsides. My pleasure jumped to a higher level than I'd ever experienced before!I felt myself cumming, but Blizzard, sensing I was about to come, clamped her powerful anus tight, trapping my cock inside her, and squeezing off my orgasm, so it had nowhere to go. The insane intensity in my abdomen and nut sack doubled. Now Cookie dough's tongue was going deeper and deeper inside me, so invasive, yet a warmth was spreading through my pelvis that rocked me to the core.I couldn't wrap my mind around this. It seemed like I was in the middle of some kind of nightmare wet dream. Yesterday all these elves had been my most dependable, personal employees, now we were having an orgy of epic debauchery in my office! I looked around in amazement. Fluffball was going down on Pinecone, while Gingerbread fucked her from behind. Pinecone and Dairy Bell had switched positions, and now Dairy Bell was working her long tongue up his asshole as he masturbated himself. Over on my workbench, Dingaling was holding a nutcracker in each hand, thrusting them in and out of Patches' and Thimbletop's pussies. Sugar Plum and I were double-teaming Blizzard, and Indigo jumped up on the desk and pressed her pussy to Blizzard's mouth and long elfin tongue. And as Cookie Dough ate out my ass, my fingers brought Teacup into a shrieking orgasm, and I felt her milk oozing out of her breasts against my arm.A thought flickered through my head that I was cheating… but not on Mary. On Snowbell. But somehow I knew that Snowbell wouldn't care, not because she didn't love me, but because she did!I looked around at these ancient creatures, and felt blessed to be participating in this amazing, world shattering event. But although it was important, it was also unimportant at the same time. This was nothing weird or unusual to the elves. They were just enjoying each other, laughing and fucking, without reservation, as they'd done from the dawn of time, without worrying about right or wrong, male or female, nice or naughty. They all looked at me from time to time, smiling radiantly. They were having an orgy with Santa Claus! It was one of the best days ever!It felt so right! So true! So pure! Sin seemed a silly concept to me now, compared to this pure and open expression of sharing and lust and love. I felt an orgasm building again. But instead of clamping me off as she'd done before, Blizzard scrambled off me and Sugar Plum and jumped to the floor shouting, “Anoint us, Mr. Kringle!”She got between my legs and began to jerk my cock powerfully with her hands, and shouted, “Anoint us all!” All the elves in the room stopped what they were doing and ran to be in front of me and looked up in rapture, just as my sperm shot up my shaft. As I came, Blizzard aimed me around the room like a fire-hose, so my cum spattered all over the elves. They were laughing and rolling around on their backs as if they were playing in the snow. I shot blast after blast, as she pulled it out of me with her powerful, ancient hands. I couldn't believe how much cum I was creating, it was almost miraculous. I'd done this before inside Mary and Snowbell's pussies, but I'd never actually seen it shooting into the air in such quantities before. After each shot the elves would shout, “Hooray!” I came, as far as I could estimate, twice as much, and twice as long, as I had on my wedding day!Blizzard saved the last shot of cum for herself, aiming it right into her face and open mouth. She swallowed it down and said, “Snowbell is right! It tastes just like eggnog!” Then all elves started licking my cum off each other, and giggling at the yummy flavor. I collapsed back into my chair, as if I'd just completed a marathon run from the South Pole. I watched and laughed as the elves began to play with my come, throwing it at each other as if they were having a snowball fight.Then Sugar Plum jumped up on the desk and began jerking his engorged cock and shot a spray of his own watery blue cum all over everyone, including me. I didn't know how to process that. I definitely wasn't sexually attracted to male elves. But… a bit of his cum trickled into my mouth and it tasted of cranberries. I licked my lips, not wanting to insult him by wiping his cum off my face. After all, he'd anointed me.I watched the elves play for the longest time, my heart full of love for them all. They started fucking again and having orgasms and anointing each other. All the female elves, at one point or another, hopped up into my lap and pressed their breasts to my mouth so I could take a deep drink of their intoxicatingly delicious milk. I didn't get another erection, I was just too spent. I was also dazed and drunk. At some point, Cookiedough sat in my lap, and I masturbated her fat little pussy with my fingers until she was writhing in pleasure. I leaned over her and drunkenly took both her large bouncy breasts into my mouth and chugged her nectar as she came.That's the last thing I remember.To be continued..By cb summers for Literotica

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Episode 104 November 25, 2022   On the Needles 3:50 ALL KNITTING LINKS GO TO RAVELRY UNLESS OTHERWISE NOTED.  Please visit our Instagram page @craftcookreadrepeat for non-Rav photos and info     The Lopapeysa Sweater: A Journey North in Search of Iceland's Iconic Knitwear By  Toni Carr (Author), Kyle Cassidy (Photographer)   Tii Pullover by Joji Locatelli, Machete Shoppe Dirty DK in Eucalyptus   Easy Stripes Blanket by Joan of Dark aka Toni Carr, Knit Picks Brava Worsted in  Currant and Dove Heather, Caron Simply Soft in Bone   Rose Cottage Cowl by Helen Stewart, Yarn Love Charlotte Bronte Aran in Sugarplum (2013)-- DONE!!   Simple Baby Cap by Susan B. Anderson, Sunsoaked Yarns Sock in Christmas Traditions– DONE!!  On the Easel 12:36 Gouachevember! Birds + Breakables! Both on my Instagram account. On the Table 19:20   Lentil and porcini/shiitake ragu from Simple Pasta   Celery root salad from Vegetarian Cooking for Everyone Sprout and artichoke gratin from Vegetarian Dinner in the Oven by Rukmini Iyer   I made BEANS! + chili   Egg Cup for breakfast   Thanksgiving: green beans, Brussels Sprouts, gravy on-site. On the Nightstand 35:00 We are now a Bookshop.org affiliate!  You can visit our shop to find books we've talked about or click on the links below.  The books are supplied by local independent bookstores and a percentage goes to us at no cost to you!   Goodreads best of the year voting is available   The House of Always by Jenn Lyons Into the Wind Wracked Wilds by A. Deborah Baker The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake A Sentimental Education by Hannah McGregor The Verifiers by Jane Pek Best of Friends by Kamila Shamsie (home fire, zahra, maryam)   Shrines of Gaiety by Kate Atkinson Plus: National Kidney Foundation Author's Luncheon (see gift list) Michael Krazny's podcast: Grey Matter All Wrapped Up 51:44   Yarn watch!   Lantern Moon sheep notions holder   katrinkles Giftable Bundles Holiday yarn cutter Stitch Marker Advent Calendar    A great task light: Daylight Slimline 3 Lamp Sketchbooks: Ferris Wheel Press, Kunst & Papier Brushes: Trekell Brushes, artist sets   Julia Turshen cooking class   Ember temperature control coffee mug   Cocktail kits  Camp Craft Cocktails Old Fashion in a jar   Dear San Francisco at Club Fugazi Brightland Olive oil sets Trivets: Futagami and Yonder/Linda Fahey Measuring Spoon! (cannot find where to buy…) Honeys, mustards, hot sauces, spices, salts, bitters, etc. And Sfoglini Cascatelli   A Reader's planner for 2023: (weekly spread) by Grettel Castro Bookends ex. ampersand   Bookish Gifts: Still Life, Emma Carlisle's sketchbooks Smitten Keepers, The Tucci Cookbook, A Good Day to Bake  Desert Star by Michael Connelly Musical Tables: Poems by Billy Collins The Candy House by Jennifer Egan Song of the Cell by Siddhartha Mukherjee On the Rooftop by Margaret Wilkerson Sexton

Join Penn and her sister Sugarplum as they discuss a classic, "Little Women" by Louisa May Alcott. Despite a couple hundred year difference, the sisters find some similarities with the Marches. Ultimately they decide who is the Meg and who is the Amy.  

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Love at the Sugar Plum Inn by Monique Brasher4 StarAbout Love at the Sugar Plum Inn:He's got two weeks to win her heart.After being jilted at the altar and fired from her job at her design firm, Madison Moore is struggling to find her usual Christmas joy. She's sworn off men, so sitting around her dad's house eating cookies, trying to distance herself from her hunky best friend itsn't the worst plan in the world. Luckily, he's not the type to let her.Colton Atwood thought he lost his chance with Madison when she got engaged. Nowt that she's back and single, the timing couldn't be more perfect. He knows having her design the inn they've always loved is exactly what she needs to find herself and heal her heart again, and he's on a short timeline to show her that he, and Pine Cove Springs is home.Time is ticking for Madison and Colton to get the inn readyfor the Christmas Tour of Homes and when he lays his heart on the line, she has to decide between old dreams and new. Will they find love at the Sugar Plum Inn?I won a Free ARC copy of this novella and this is my honest review.This is a sweet Christmas read.Small town and friends-to-loversAdd it to your TBR:https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/59356160Welcome to Romance Obsessed with Lollagirl!I'm your host, Cristina LollabrigidaAuthor of the contemporary romance novel Lake Heart (Twin Lakes book 1)Available now! https://books2read.com/lakeheart/User story author on the Chapters Interactive Stories app with over 250k reads.We'll discuss romance and romance, ranging from the sweet to the spicy! That's all the time we have for today. Thank you for joining me!Are you interested in becoming a guest on the show? https://forms.gle/X6i5TGgKLSPtP2df7Connect with me on social media: https://www.instagram.com/lollafiction/https://linktr.ee/lollafictionSupport the show

Scott and Luke sit down for a free-form discussion where they talk about various apps, games, products and other accessories they've been using. Also, they pair dive into other random topics, including movies, streaming content, books, and more.Topics this week include: MediaTek, Dimensity 9000, Richard Blais, Master & Dynamic, Wheel of Time, and Starbuck's Sugar Plum Cheese Danishes.

Candy Cane, Christmas Tree, Sugar Plum, Cozy Cashmere, Festive Fig, and Forest Snowfall are here to help you get in the holiday spirit.

Welcome to A Remarkable Thought: A short story podcast to engage your mind and lift your spirit—a production of changeyourmindchangeeverything.org. In a world that runs on 5G, caffeine, obligations, shoulds, shouldn'ts, woulds, and wouldn'ts we've created a space where you can relax, laugh and think for yourself.  Each week we will bring you a refreshing escape where your mind can wander in a thoughtful story as you visit wonders yet to be considered. At the end of every show, we will leave you with a quality question to ponder. This week's episode is an excerpt of Sugar Plum by Kelli Stuart. Take a beat, take a breath, and listen in! Kelli Stuart is the award-winning author of the novels Like a River From Its Course and A Silver Willow by the Shore. Recently, she released her third novel, The Fabulous Freaks of Monsieur Beaumont, and she is one of the authors in the novella collection It's a Wonderful Christmas: Classic Reimagined. Her fourth full length novel, The Master Craftsman, releases in April 2022 with Revell Publishers. Kelli lives in Tampa with her husband and five children. Connect with Kelly at: http://kellistuart.com/ Rest Girl can be found here!  Get your copy of Well, Girl here! Show sponsor: SocialWisedU  SocialWisedU e-course will guide your family toward a healthy relationship with social media and each other.  Ditch the lectures and start equipping your family to thrive in a world that is becoming more cyber than real.  Enroll now at SocialWisedU.org *Affiliate Links are used below. If you purchase through the links we may be compensated at no additional cost to you.  Learn more about affiliate links here.  Find Made Like Martha here!  Find Sacredground Sticky Floors here!  CONNECT WITH US! Stay connected with us beyond the show by subscribing with your email address at changeyourmindchangeverything.org.  Just fill out the sign-up bar with your name and email address and voila, you'll be added!  You can also connect with Jami on her widely-popular blog sacredgroundstickyfloors.com and connect with Katie on her life-giving and freedom-finding website: katiemreid.com  Jami on TikTok Katie on TikTok Jami on Facebook Katie on Facebook Jami on Instagram Katie on Instagram See you next time! 

Daily Blitz for 4/23/21: Will The Cowboys Duplicate Their 1998 Buffoonery Or Draft ‘Sugar Plum' at #10? …with IndyCarTim Welcome to the “Daily Blitz” by DSP Media in partnership with CowboysSI.com Some of you may be too young for your sports brains to remember the 1998 NFL draft. The Cowboys had the chance at #8 overall to draft who would be the 1998 Offensive Rookie of the Year, a 4-time first-team All-Pro, a 6-time Pro- Bowler, a member of the NFL 100th anniversary all-time team, a member of the 2000's all-decade team, and a future hall of famer. But off the field concerns prevented Jerry and company from drafting Randy Moss. There is another potential generational player in this year's draft, there appear to be no off the field concerns, and it's already been reported that Jerry is “infatuated” with him. Given the opportunity, will the Cowboys pull the trigger this time? Does Jerry truly have “visions of sugar plums”? Let's discuss! Please join us daily for the “Daily Blitz” or each Thursday night starting at 7pm for sports talk LIVE on Facebook, YouTube, or Twitter, or listen to the recorded podcast the next day at CowboysSI.com and TheBlitzcast.com! To be featured in our “BlitzBox” segment please reach out to us on Twitter with the hashtag #Blitzbox or send your questions to TheCowboysBlitzcast@gmail.com and we'll read your question and answer it on the air on our next show. Please continue the conversation on Twitter: @BlitzcastNFL, @ColbySapp, and @IndyCarTim. And make sure to subscribe to our YouTube channel for all the latest videos and visual content!

Sugar Plum Butler, Lost glove samaritan, double bag the Xmas tree,  Podding in the potting shed. --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/keepcalmcauliflowercheese/message

For the second episode of the 12 days before Christmas, Mark and Katie try Sugar Plum from Ohio Tea Co. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/chai-this-at-home/message

In this episode, I have the pleasure of interviewing Vaani from Sugar Plum Cakes, a dear friend and immensely talented cake baker. I'm delighted to chat with her today about how her family and culture played a role in her journey into baking, how she developed confidence in her own creative style, the differences between wedding cake types, and some myth busting when it comes to her specialty, which is buttercream cakes. She talks us through some of key lessons she's learned while growing her business, and we also talk about the power of being true to yourself, in life and in business. To find out more about her and her work, do head over to her gorgeous Instagram profile and new website.If you would like to connect with me, you can always find me on Instagram, on my website, and directly in my inbox by emailing valentina@thestarsinside.com - I would love to hear from you!If you enjoyed this interview, make sure you subscribe so you don't miss out on any upcoming episodes – and if you could leave me a rating and a review that would be hugely appreciated too!

This is the 2nd part of a 2 Part Interview with The Indulgent Sugarplum, and Channel 4 Extreme Cake Maker, Nastassja.  We decided that the 1 and a half hour long interview was too long for one episode, and too interesting to cut anything out, so we've split it into 2 parts. In Part 2 Nastassja speaks about her aesthetic, design process and inspiration. She tells us how she considers herself an artist, not jut a baker, and how Cake is her canvas. It is trully is a new way to look at the creative cake process! In Part 1 she talked about her journey to becoming the cake maker she is today and what it felt like to get the call from Channel 4.

This is Part 1 of a 2 Part Interview with The Indulgent Sugarplum, and Channel 4 Extreme Cake Maker, Nastassja.  We decided that the 1 and a half hour long interview was too long for one episode, and too interesting to cut anything out, so we've split it into 2 parts. In Part 1 Nastassja is talking about her journey to becoming the cake maker she is today and what it felt like to get the call from Channel 4. In Part 2 (released 2 days later) she will be talking all about her aesthetic, design process and inspiration.

It's a pleasure to be joined this week by Vaani, founder of Sugar Plum Bakes to share her insight and experience of working in the wedding industry. Vaani is a true artist, creating unforgettable bespoke wedding cakes inspired by nature, made with love and care. Vaani kindly shares how she made a career shift from chemical engineering to making cakes, saying yes to all work and requests to then niching down to wedding cakes finding a real passion for the buzz of being a part of a wedding day.  As a member of The Wedding Business Club Vaani has done a great deal of work to know and understand her ideal client, so we chat about how key that has been in building the success of her business. By knowing who she wants to serve, Vaani has been able to reach out to those ideal clients and talk to them through their shared interests and an appreciation for the same things.  Through listening and trusting her intuition Vaani has grown her business, built strong industry relationships and has a clear vision for the work she loves to create.  You can see Vaani's beautiful cakes over on Instagram @sugarplumbakeskingston.  Thank you so much for joining me, I shall see you again very soon.