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Chapter 9
by MarcusD
Is it time to move on?
Creamy Treats
"Sara..." I decided to interrupt Sara's praise, "do you have any marshmellow cream in the house?"
Sara looked up, a little puzzled. "Sure, the kids love it in their cocco."
"Well," I pointed to the kitchen, "why don't you go get it and bring it here."
Sara lifted herself up from Santa's thick, slimy cock and waddled off to the kitchen. Santa and I sat on her couch, still naked, stroking our still-hard cocks.
As soon as Sara returned, I directed her, "Dip your hand into that stuff and coat our cocks nice and thick.
Sara dropped to her knees on the threadbare carpet, plunged her hand into the jar, and began plastering our slick cocks with the sticky sweet goo. It didn't take her long to empty the jar. Our cocks stood up like two white poles.
"Let me taste," I grabbed her gooy hand and licked the marshmellow clean. As I sucked off the last globs of the cream, I pointed to our cocks. "Enjoy yourself!"
Sara began licking and sucking. Her head bobbed up and down, first on Santa's cock and then on mine. Little by little she gobbled up the thick cream until, finally, our cocks were slick only with her saliva.
I was ready to blow my load again. I could tell that Santa was in the same boat. We both stood up, moved closer together, grabbed out cocks, and aimed at Sara's open mouth.
Two rivers of white cream jetted from our cocks. I hit Sara right in the mouth; Santa's cum, shot with a bit more ****, coated her cute face. Sara pounced on our dripping cocks, sucking the last globs of cum into her mouth, swallowing eagerly.
Santa and I grabbed our Christmas suits and got dressed. Sara sat on the floor, licking the cum that dripped down her face and into her mouth. She looked happy.
"Sara," Santa pointed to the envelope with the winning lottery ticket he had left under the tree, "be sure to open that envelope and check the newspaper tomorrow. I'm sure you'll find it gives you a very merry Christmas!"
"Time to go, Willie!" With that, we vanished from the room and were sitting in Santa's sled. "So, Willie, why don't you check the list as find us a naughty house to visit!"
Does Willie find a very naughty home?
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A Wicked Elf
Life of one of Santa's helpers
A wicked elf tells of his misadventures with Santa
Created on Dec 4, 2003 by kaylaiswicked
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