Miracle On Route 34: Part 1
Miracle On Route 34: Part 1
Ginny gets a wonderful Christmas surprise.
Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.
Author's
Notes: Someone asked me to
write a funny and erotic Christmas tale, but since I can't be normal, it is
taking on a radical twist that I hope people will find amusing. I've tried to
make Santa awesome but also give him some flaws that the ladies will find both
charming and irksome all at once.
I
wasn't going to call it anything lame like 'Here Cums Santa Claus' (in spite of
my love of Elvis) so I eventually settled on ripping off a classic and beloved
Christmas movie, naming it 'Miracle On Rural Road 34'. Couldn't help myself
with the 'Yes, Virginia' quip, of course. As for Superman, Oatmeal and the
Easter Bunny, well, get used to more groaners like that, because I like them.
Merry
ho-ho and keep your stick on the ice!
, Management
Chapter 1.
Ginny Hale sighed forlornly as she sat on her chesterfield
in the dim room, the only light provided by the crackling fireplace and some
scented candles spread around to make the house smell like gingerbread. She'd
made gingerbread cookies earlier, but they were predictably burnt and now her
kitchen smelled like a Christmas elf's ass.
She took another sip of red wine from her oversized glass,
unable to decide who or what to be mad at, the weather, for bringing this
god-awful blizzard on Christmas Eve, her so-called friends for ditching her
after she'd gone to all this work to put together a nice party, or herself for
going crazy and buying this (admittedly nice) chateau way out here in the
boondocks.
Still relatively new to her negotiator position, Ginny had
landed a huge deal for the company she worked for and the payout bonus was one
of the biggest ever seen in-house. Though she had an office, she had often
worked from her cramped apartment downtown, where a glorious chaos only she
understood reigned. But the payout had been large enough for her to purchase a
very pretty home in the country, not more than ninety minutes from work. Her
boss was so pleased with the deal that he said she only had to come in once a
week, to pick up whatever she needed to work on.
It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now she
found she was quite lonely. Few people were will to put forth the effort to
come out and visit her. In fact, only three had since the summer when she
bought it. Hell, even her boy-toy, Chad from Accounting, could not be bothered
and was now just fucking Lily in the secretary pool instead.
Bing Crosby was singing 'White Christmas' to her while she
moped. The big bay windows to her back porch showed the fury of the storm
outside. Driving snow had been battering the countryside for two days now and
her boss had called her to just stay safe and not try to come into the city.
He was a nice old man and she liked him. He'd actually taken
a chance and given her the job, after she'd fucked him. She hadn't invited him
to her little soiree, because his miserable old bat of a wife was hovering
around him constantly these days, certain he'd been tipping on her. But even
without Old Man Reese, she'd invited upward of twenty people and none of
them had shown. Not even Claire, her best supposed friend, had made it out. She
was probably too busy being pinned and screwed by her boyfriend anyway, Guido
or Nunzio or whatever his name was.
Dean Martin came on, singing 'Marshmallow World'. Normally
this was one of her favorites, but tonight it just reminded her that she was
alone for Christmas. Again. With another sigh, she drank the rest of the wine
in her glass and reached for the bottle, turning it over.
It was empty. Damn. She'd have to open another one.
She walked slowly into the kitchen, wearing her ratty old
fox-themed footie pajamas, having decided that if she didn't have to dress up
for anyone, she was dressing at all. She took a deep drink of spiked egg nog
from the jug of it she'd prepared while she found another bottle of zinfandel
and burped very loudly. She wrestled the cork off of the bottle and poured most
of the contents into her oversized glass, muttering that she didn't have to
answer to anyone about what she did, she was a big girl. She slumped back down
on the couch while John Lennon asked her what she'd done for Christmas from the
stereo system.
"Up yours, John;" she said testily as she drank
more wine.
She stood unsteadily, blinking for a moment to try and clear
her head. She might have had a bit of a wine fog going on,
since she'd nearly polished off two bottles of Old Vine Zinfandel in under two
hours. Convincing herself that walking was not a bad idea, she tottered over to
the bay windows, reaching a hand out in front of herself to make sure it
encountered the glass before her face did.
"Will you look at that shit out there;" she
muttered to no one in particular. After all, there was no one around to hear
her.
Well, almost no one.
"Hi, Oatmeal," she said sweetly, grinning lopsidedly at the bearded dragon that sat in a terrarium near the bay doors. "Looks like you're my Christmas date; again;"
The tiny lizard said nothing but assumed a darker shade of purplish brown.
"Same to you too, bugface." Ginny muttered sourly, annoyed at being spurned by a reptile with a brain smaller than a sugared peanut. She lumbered back to the kitchen, trying unsuccessfully to eat several pieces of the Turkish Delight she'd tried to make, but they were sticky and runny, most of the reddish-pink mess ending up stuck to the front of her pajamas.
"Son of a fucking reindeer!" she spat, attempting
to remove the pajamas, her sticky fingers having trouble with the zipper. She
finally kicked the thing off and left it in a corner of the kitchen, now wearing
nothing except her panties and a halter top. She stomped back into the spacious living room, thoroughly annoyed. While the music played, she looked around for something to do, taking another pull from the egg nog jug she'd brought with her.
The hot tub.
It sat near the bay windows, set into the floor and was
large enough for five or six people. She'd been hoping that maybe a few people
of the dozens she'd invited would show and maybe they could have a fun pool
party. She'd even told everyone in the invitations to bring their swimsuits.
But of course, no one showed. She was beginning to suspect
she could live in Buckingham Fucking Palace and still no one
would come to see her. This was, literally, the fifth Christmas she'd spent by
herself. The timing for friends never worked out and her parents were always
off in Monaco or some such place, avoiding the weather. Her mom had already
called earlier that night, so she wouldn't hear any more from them for a few
days now.
She sighed yet again and pulled off her underthings,
stepping into the water. She was drunker than she wanted to admit, though,
missing her footing, squealing and tumbling into the tub with a splash. Ginny
came to the surface, sputtering and hissing in outrage. Why couldn't anything
work out? Oatmeal just stared at her impassively.
"You win this time, gravity;" she growled,
displeased with her inelegant entrance. Well, at least she'd been smart enough
to put down the jug of nog before trying to get in. She turned on the jets and
retrieved her beverage, taking another big pull as the tub rumbled to life.
Ginny laid back her head against one of the padded rests and tried to relax, to
let her frustrations go.
She turned on the jets and allowed one to massage her lower
back while sipping at a glass of wine. She tried to put the frustrations of the
holiday behind her, to let go of the feelings of rejection and somehow not
belonging.
"Why did I but this new fucking home if no one was
interested in visiting? Everyone said they thought it was so great, but months
later, still no visitors. Do I really not matter that much?"
It annoyed her to think not only that she was alone, but
that doubtless most of the people who had ditched her were at home getting
laid. Claire was doubtless face down and ass up on her bed, getting plowed from
behind by Guido. Even Mr. Reese, the old geezer, was probably getting some,
either from his wife or maybe one of his secretaries.
She sighed heavily and sat up, putting her now-empty wine
glass aside and deciding that just because she was alone on Christmas Eve
didn't mean she wasn't owed at least one good orgasm. She leaned forward and
rested her forearms on the padded edge of the hot tub, positioning herself so
that one of her jets, the one she'd named 'Juan', was right behind her. She
felt the flow of water begin to caress her and she rested her head on her
forearms as she wiggled further back, feeling the jet more strongly now as it
pushed against her ass and her cunt. With a sigh, she found the perfect
distance and pressed her face down into her arms, letting Juan work his magic.
Water pressure massaged her cunt lips, strong enough to part
them and to tease her clit, sending thrills through her. She shuddered and
sighed loudly, forgetting, for now, how much men sucked. She bit the knuckle of
her index finger, lost in reverie.
God, if only it were a man fucking her.
"Alone; on fucking Christmas; where's, ah!, where's
the justice in that?"
She was sweating now and panting as the relentless jets
battered her nether tinglies, the sensations overwhelming her steadily. She
clenched her teeth and her fists, straining as she fought to hold on a little
longer.
She moaned very loudly, her whole body shaking as Juan
delivered a wonderful orgasm. She panted and groaned shamelessly, knowing that
no one was around to see her in her pent-up, frustrated lust, expending it on
her Jacuzzi jets. The scintillating lights behind her eyes, however, were over
all too quickly and the climax subsided, replaced by a juddering sensitivity
that made Juan's caress too much to bear. She collapsed against the edge of the
hot tub, moving her ass away from the jet.
"Alone; again;"
She may have needed the orgasm, but it did nothing to
improve her mood. It didn't help that the song 'This Christmas' by Shoes had
begun playing as the cumming ended. When it finally felt like her legs would
work again, she turned around and slumped into a corner of the tub, as far from
Juan as possible.
Ginny stayed still for some time, until her feet and fingers
felt that annoying level of pruny that made everything awful to touch. With the
heat of the water and all the alcohol she'd drunk, she was feeling rather
light-headed, so she turned off the stereo and shut off the lights. She found a
plate of her fucked-up and burnt gingerbread cookies and left them on a table
near the fireplace along with the jug of nog before beginning to head upstairs
to bed.
"Yeah. Fuck this day. And fuck tomorrow too. Maybe
if I stay drunk enough it'll just fly by. Fuck Christmas."
The second floor was an open space in the middle, looking
down onto the main floor. A set of stairs led up on either side and the
bedrooms were spaced around the gallery. She'd loved the design when she bought
it, but this only increased her frustration when no one ever came to visit.
"Gorgeous fucking house; ten acres of beautiful
nature filled with deer and ugly-ass wild turkeys; a fucking pond people could
skate on; shit, I even found a patch of landrace back there! What's not to love
about my new home? Why aren't people shitting themselves in jealousy?"
She reached the master bedroom, sighing at how big it felt
since she had no one to share it with. She stood in front of the mirror,
looking at her naked body and sighing. She was trim and fit, with nicely-sized
boobs, she kept her cunt shaved smooth and her full lips were simply made to
suck cock. Her skin was fair and even and her dark brown hair was long enough
to pull on if you were fucking her ass or taking her from behind. So what the
hell was wrong?
The bed was certainly big enough for two (or maybe her and
two guys who didn't mind getting close), but she plunked herself down into it
and stared at the ceiling, waiting for the room to stop drunk-spinning. It took
longer than she wanted it to, but things finally slowed down an she breathed
deeply.
She reached over with her hand and fumbled around inside the
drawer of the nightstand. She finally withdrew an elegant glass dildo, a barely
opaque white with bright red stripes curling around it to simulate a candy
cane. It had been a Christmas gift from Claire, who had jokingly given it to
her until she found a man for herself.
That bitch.
"Well, Frosty," she sighed, examining him.
"Looks like it's you and me tomorrow. I promise to not get out of bed
except to go to the bathroom or get more booze, okay? Because I'm here for you;"
And with that she kissed the dildo and put it aside. She
turned out her lamp and sighed deeply as she lay in the dark, waiting for sleep
to take her.
"Fuck Christmas;"
A noise from downstairs. Her eyes snapped open. She
was sure she'd heard something. Her heart pounded in her
chest. She took deep breaths to try and calm herself, reasoning that she'd been
drunk and it might just be hangover noises.
Maybe just something like branches scraping on the roof or
across the walls?
Ginny felt a flush of anger and slowly rose, getting out of
bed and putting on a plush yellow robe. There were definitely sounds
downstairs. She grabbed her rape whistle and her high-school field hockey stick
off the wall before quietly opening the door and proceeding out of the room.
Her cheeks flushed with fear and anger. How dare someone invade her house? And
in this fucking weather!
"Burglars? Ruffians? Escaped cons?"
"Well, at least if they see you they might have
their way with you and break your dry spell."
She shook the vile notion from her head, wondering where the
hell that'd come from. Could she be that desperate to get
laid?
Ginny walked as quietly as she could, hearing noises on the
roof. Raccoons? Looking to get in from the cold?
Fucking trash pandas.
She rounded the corner of the gallery and put her foot on
the top step, her hockey stick ready. She crept down the stairs, still hearing
the noises. They seemed to be coming from her living room. Her eyes narrowed as
she tried to identify anything that might be amiss.
Then she saw him, a symphony of red trimmed in white, the
huge ass swaying back and forth as the intruder was bent over her at the base
of her Christmas tree, doing God only knows what to it. He seemed to be humming
to himself.
She walked up silently until she was maybe ten feet away
from him, her hockey stick over her shoulder, ready to swing. He didn't hear
her or took no notice of her.
"I don't want to hurt you," she growled through
clenched teeth. "But you'd best get the fuck out of my house or I'll hit
you so hard Google won't be able to find you."
The person in red paused in their activities and then stood
up slowly. After another moment's pause, they stood up and turned around
slowly. He was slightly taller than average and quite a bit fatter than
societal norms allowed. He had a fat face with dancing blue eyes and red
cheeks. Beneath the tapered red hat was long, silvery-white hair and a very
full beard and moustache. The intruder looked at her and grinned.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asked with a voice
that could only be described as jolly.
Ginny said nothing. She seemed to be rooted to the spot. She
wanted to say something, anything, but she seemed to have been
robbed of the power of speech.
"W, who;" she finally managed to stammer.
"Yes, Virginia," the visitor said quietly but
pleasantly in a soothing voice. "There really is a Santa Claus."
She blinked and shook her head, trying to articulate a
coherent thought. The big man in red chuckled, clearly amused by her predicament.
"Your egg nog was very good," he mentioned as he
walked forward a little. "Your cookies needed a little work, but I
appreciate the effort. Maybe a cookbook next year?"
"Stay still!" she snapped, suddenly coming out of
her stupor and holding the hockey stick behind her head as if she was winding
up for a hit. "I'll deck you, old man!"
"Oh, there's no need for that," he said
cheerfully, totally unconcerned by her threat. "It's been a rough year for
you, hasn't it, Ginny?"
"Why do you know my name?" she asked, her eyes
narrowing in suspicion.
"Of course I know it," the man claiming to be
Santa said jovially. "I'd be pretty lousy at my job if I didn't,
right?"
"If you're really Santa," she said tightly, still
not understanding why she hadn't knocked this guy's head off his shoulders yet.
"Then what was I doing the night of October seventeenth last year?"
He tilted his head to the side a little and pursed his lips.
"Are you sure?"
"C'mon, you haven't got all day."
"Very well," he said, sighing. "You were sitting
in McPhearson's Pub, waiting vainly for Greg from IT to show up, because you'd
given him a blowjob in the bathroom earlier that day and promised him more. But
he went off with Becky from Accounts that night instead of meeting up with
you."
She blushed furiously at the memory. "I; that wasn't
the day I meant! I meant the sixteenth!"
He shrugged. "You had the day off and were really
frustrated. You slid a condom over that very field hockey stick and used it on
yourself, just to see what it was like."
Ginny dropped the stick very suddenly. "How the hell do
you know that, you perv?"
The man shrugged. "I know all about you, Ginny. And
every other boy and girl in the world"
"Don't give me that horseshit!" she hissed,
glaring at him. "I had too many Christmases where I didn't get what I want
to buy into that cockamamie story!"
"Well, you weren't exactly the most exemplary child,
were you?" he reasoned. "I mean, you weren't horrible, it's not like
you were out kicking puppies into woodchippers, but you spent more time in the
naughty column that the good column, didn't you?"
"What did I ever do that was so naughty?" she
demanded hotly, her fists bunched up at her sides.
"You and your brother could get rather friendly,
couldn't you?" the man calling himself Santa pointed out.
She faltered for a moment. "Lots of siblings play
doctor. And those atomic booty bombs where I kept jumping in the air and
landing on him were just playful."
"While naked?" Santa asked, raising a bushy white
eyebrow.
Ginny blushed.
"But that wasn't what landed you on the naughty
list," he added. "What got you blacklisted was that you lied about
doing your homework or cleaning your room while you were messing around with
your brother. Your mom and dad would ask you to do your math and you'd slip away
to play doctor instead and tell them you'd finished your homework after. Lying
is naughty, right?"
"Woah, hold the phone here," she said loudly,
holding her head as if she was suddenly dizzy from a revelation. She didn't
seem to notice that her robe had opened slightly, exposing her cleavage.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Fibbing to my parents kept me from getting
the gifts I wanted?"
"Were the rules unclear?" Santa asked. "I
thought the songs on the subject were so easy to follow."
Ginny pinched her eyes in exasperation and then scowled at
him. "I'm drunk," she concluded, trying to convince herself none of
this was real. "I'm drunker than Sarah Palin and you're not really here.
I'm still in bed and this is all bullshit."
Santa shrugged. "I was putting stuff under your tree
until you arrived and enjoying the nog. I won't mind if you go back to
bed."
"No, you're not getting off that easily," she said
in annoyance. "You broke into my house in the middle of the storm of the
fucking century and I want answers, dammit!"
He shrugged. "Fair enough. Ask away."
Her eyes narrowed again. "Aren't you on kind of a time
crunch? Unless I'm the last person on your delivery list, don't you still have
a shit ton of houses to visit? Say, a few hundred million?"
He waved it off. "I've got it covered, I promise. I
have all the time in the world for you, Ginny. I always have."
"What, so you sub-contract out?" she said snidely.
"Got FedEx making the rounds for you? Or maybe your 'Elves'?" She
mentioned the last bit with air quotes.
"Goodness, this has been a bad year for you, hasn't
it?" he said sympathetically. "But to answer your question, I am
capable of being many places at once."
"Oh, so now you're the Kwizatz-Haderach?" she
asked archly.
"Hey, it's not just cinnamon I put in my Christmas
cider." Santa chuckled. "It's rather complicated to explain."
"So do you, like, clone yourself?" she asked, her
guard seeming to slowly come down.
"No, not at all," he said, shaking his head.
"It involves Cherenkov Radiation, a Holmes field, a Gellar field and, to
quote a friend of mine, 'a lot of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey; stuff.'"
"So it's some sort of deep quantum shit?" she
asked, her body finally relaxing.
He nodded, smiling. "Yes, it's very temporal and
quantum. I can be many places at once. It's why I don't have to pay for
billions in window repairs every year by going supersonic around the
world."
"So even while you're talking to me, you're delivering
presents?" she asked, the sheer depth of the conversation hitting her now.
She walked over to a stool and sat on it.
"Like I said, it's difficult to explain without
breaking out the chalkboard and calculator," he answered. "The magnetic
lines between the poles help, especially the one that emanates from the
Fortress of Solitude."
Ginny blinked. "Fortress of Solitude? As in Superman?
You're friends with Superman?"
"Of course not!" the jolly man laughed.
"There's no such thing as Superman, silly, he's a comic book character.
Had you going, though."
"Holy shit, Santa's a troll," she exclaimed,
looking at him in bewilderment. "Well, okay, let's assume that this is all
real and not a vivid hallucination resulting from a brain tumor. If I've been
such a brat all these years, how do I make up for it? How do I get off the
naughty girl list?"
"Well, a little restraint would be a start," Santa
suggested. "I'm not saying go out and become a Carthusian nun or a
Buddhist priestess or anything, but you might try laying off the rampant
promiscuity."
"Why is that so bad?" she demanded. "What's
so wrong with wanting to get banged?"
"Nothing," he said simply. "But inevitably
you get yourself into some kind of weird situation and end up lying your behind
off and lying is a naughty thing to do. So try keeping your legs bolted
together a little more."
"Really;" she said, clearly not impressed.
"Celibacy lessons from Santa Claus. Now I've heard everything."
"According to my report here and speaking frankly, it's
taken guys a lot less attractive than me a lot less effort to get you out of
your clothes." Santa mentioned.
"This coming from a guy who could clearly use a few
P90-X sessions!" she shot back hotly, standing up, her robe opening
further as she stomped toward him.
He looked down at himself for a moment and guffawed.
"Oh, right, I keep forgetting about that; hang on;"
The man held his hands out to his sides and began to glow.
The luminous display lit up the room progressively and Ginny held her hand in
front of her face when it became too bright to look at for several seconds.
When the light finally died away, leaving them once again in the softly lit
living room, Ginny gaped in shock at what she saw.
He was tall, powerfully built, with chiseled muscles, an
eight pack and flawless, healthy skin. He'd removed his coat but the red pants
remained, stretched tight over muscular thighs. Long, wavy, copper-colored hair
fell past his shoulders and the full beard was reddish-gold. The sapphire-blue
eyes stared down at her, still glittering with mirth.
"Holy Jesus on a pogo stick;" she breathed, her
voice little more than a whisper. "You're a total lumbersexual;"
"This is what I really look like," he said,
spreading his hands out to the sides and showing her his body. His chest
rippled as the muscles flexed with the motion. "But kids react to the fat
old man disguise better."
"I'll bet mothers don't," she murmured, coming
forward as if compelled and reaching out to touch his chest and washboard abs.
"It's like you're Photo-shopped."
He smiled as her hands caressed his abs. "You make me
want to not get off the naughty list."
"I think I know what you really want for Christmas;"
he said slyly.
Ginny paused and looked up at him in disbelief. "Are
you kidding?"
"No, I can't lie." the man in red pants replied.
"I thought it was Superman who couldn't lie."
"Well, the writers had to get that idea from somewhere,
I guess." Santa mused. "In any event, if you want, you could end up
on the good girl list by being rather naughty."
She stared at him. "So; get laid by Santa for
Christmas?"
He shrugged. "There might be some other goodies in the
bag for you, but I think we both know what Ginny really wants and needs for
Christmas."
"This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy!" she
thought to herself, wrestling with her sensibilities. "If this is
all just a dream, then I can fuck hunky Santa and have no regrets. If this is
real, I can fuck sexy Santa and remember it in the morning! It's win-win!"
"Well, this is super-easy," she declared.
"Santa, I want you to fuck my brains out for Christmas."
"With pleasure, Ginny!" he said, laughing merrily.
"Whatever you like, however you want it. I have to keep the kiddies
happy."
"Good, but just don't say 'kiddies' anymore, because
that's kinda creepy," she said, throwing her caution to the wind. She
knelt down in front of him, putting her hands on the oversized silver belt
buckle and undoing it. Letting it drop, she put her fingers on the front of his
pants, caressing them over the crotch. Her mouth went dry. "That'd better
not be a secondary present sack you're teasing me with;"
Ginny hooked her fingers into the top of the velvety pants
and pulled them down, revealing his cock. She drew in her breath slowly, her
eyes widening.
"Jesus," she muttered. "You're hung like a
fat kid's Christmas stocking;"
"Thanks, I make due." Santa said cheerfully,
watching her admire his cock.
"By the way, shouldn't I call you something else?"
she asked, looking up at him while her hand reached up to take his huge shaft,
wrapping around it, barely. "I mean, most people call you Santa Claus, but
isn't your name Nick or Kris or something?"
He shrugged again, grinning. "Nick, Kris, Klaus,
Pelznickel, Joulupukki, Kanakaloka, Dun Che Lao Ren, Weihnachtsmann, Swiety
Mikolaj, Hoteiosho, Jultomten, I don't mind, Ginny. I just like hearing you say
my name the way you think of me."
"Hmm, Santa;" she replied, smiling as she stroked
her hand along his shaft, eyeing it hungrily. How the hell was she going to fit
that all in her mouth, forget her aching cunt?
"Ah, don't use that word," he chided, holding up a
finger. "Some words are still naughty, even when you're an adult."
"Stay out of my mind then, creeper." Ginny said as
she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the fat head of his cock. She
flicked it around the tip and then slowly took it inside her mouth, tongue
rolling against it.
"The hell? How can his cock taste like mint?"
"Just wait til you taste my cum." Santa said,
leering.
"Fine, but it better not taste like turkey gravy or
we're gonna box." Ginny said as she pulled her mouth back for a moment.
She pumped her hand gently along the shaft, studying her quarry intently. It
was definitely the biggest cock she'd ever taken on, and the best-tasting.
She'd been experiencing trippy magic all evening, maybe she could fit this
monster in her mouth this one night;
She put the head back in her mouth and relaxed, slowly
pushing down the shaft. She moaned as she felt him slide to the back of her
mouth and then to her throat. She felt him tremble and lay a huge but gentle
hand on the back of her head.
"Holy shit; I'm deep-throating Santa Claus;"
Ginny took a deep breath through her nose and then tried to
relax. Her whole body was tingling with excitement and the whole minty cock
thing was throwing her off. Her tongue undulated along the underside of his
shaft while the fingers of one hand formed a ring around the base of his cock
and the other cupped his balls, fondling them.
Ginny was proud of her cocksucking skills and if there was
anyone she ever needed to impress with them (aside from her 11th Grade math
teacher), it was probably Santa. She calmed herself and began pulling her mouth
back along his length, humming and letting her lips vibrate softly on his
sensitive skin.
"Now I know why Mister Bondi gave you that A in
math," Santa chuckled. "You're a very naughty girl, Virginia."
"Hmm, only for you, Santa baby;" she cooed as she
pulled her mouth off his cock long enough to respond, stroking slowly and
swirling her tongue around the head again. She then slid back down the entire
length, moaning in pleasure. She could feel her nipples getting hard and her cunt
was very, very wet beneath her robe.
Both his hands were on the back of her head now and holding
her gently but firmly. She began to slowly bob back and forth, thrilled at how
she was able to take this enormous beast of a cock all the way in her mouth.
Sure, maybe there was some weird physics involved that compressed space and
time or some shit, but she didn't care and he certainly didn't seem to mind.
"Hmm, very good, Virginia;" he said softly,
stroking her hair. No one ever called her Virginia and she didn't know why it
gave her a tingle when he did. His cock was very full and very hard now, like a
pulsing iron rod covered in mint-flavored velvet. She almost giggled at the
thought of how crazy this all was. She really hoped it wasn't a dream.
Her thumb began to squeeze along the underside of his cock
as her hand followed her mouth up and down his length. The shaft glistened
wetly and the mint was making her drool. She undid her robe and let it fall
away, the air of the room kissing her flushed skin. Her hands now took hold of
his powerful thighs and she began moving back and forth along his cock more
quickly. She could feel his hands flexing in her long, dark hair, caressing her
skin.
Breathing through her nose, she moaned as she sucked ardently,
her cunt almost aching with desire. She was hoping he would last long enough to
fuck her when he went rigid suddenly and groaned, gripping her head tightly and
his hips shuddering. Ginny's eyes widened as she felt him began to cum inside
her mouth, spurting strongly. She began swallowing hastily, almost in a panic
as Santa pumped his hips against her face.
"Holy shit! Fucking eggnog?"
He kept cumming and she was sure she might actually drown
when he pulled his huge cock out of her mouth and pumped it furiously in his
hand, spattering her tits and stomach with his glistening load. She'd never
seen so much cum in her life. It tingled on her skin.
Finally, Santa relaxed, allowing Ginny to put her mouth back
around his cock and suck the rest of his cum from him. He was sighing and
breathing rather heavily, apparently having enjoyed himself. She eventually
released him and smiled up at him wickedly.
"So," she cooed, winking while she gently pumped
his cock with her hand. "Am I back on the good girl list?"
"Oh, I'd think so," he said, grinned. "But
it's not like I've given you your whole present yet."
"Jeez, you can still go?" she asked almost in
disbelief but also delighted. She really needed to be fucked hard now.
"Your cock taste like mint, your cum tastes like nog, your ass probably
tastes like hot cocoa or nutmeg and you can keep it up all
night?"
"Up all night is kind of my thing, at least once a
year." Santa said cheerfully. "So how would you like for me to give
you the rest of your present, Virginia?"
"Well, golly, Santa," she mused, making a show of
thinking while she stroked his cock. "Since you seem to be the gift that
keeps on giving, how about we just wing it?"
He nodded and she stood up, keeping hold of his cock and
gently led him over to the large chesterfield, hoping it would hold his rather
muscular frame. She knelt on it, resting her arms along the raised back and
smiled at him, wiggling her behind. She wouldn't believe how wet her cunt was.
"You gonna hurry down my chimney, Santa-baby?" she
asked, smiling slyly.
"I can't believe you just said that!" he laughed
jovially. He may not have been older, fatter Santa, but the laugh still
definitely suited him. He stepped up behind her and took gentle hold of her
hips. She could feel him press against her ass and she shivered in
anticipation. He slid his massive cock up and down between her ass cheeks,
teasing her until she was writhing in desperation. He seemed to know
instinctively what she loved most.
Which only made sense, since he was Santa.
"Ready, Virginia?" he asked as he pressed the huge
mushroom head against her sticky cunt. She nodded eagerly, unwilling to speak.
He slid the head in, parting her lips and penetrating her. She groaned loudly
as he began to stretch her inner walls. With a slow, steady push of his hips,
he pushed the entire length of his cock deep inside her. It robbed her of her
breath, she'd never felt so full in her life, even that one time she'd been so
horny she'd fucked her parent's bedpost.
"Ah; uh;" she gasped, eyes wide. The sensations
were like nothing she'd ever experienced. His cock completely filled her to a
delightful stretch that didn't hurt except in the good way. His iron shaft
throbbed in time with her heartbeat. It was wonderfully warm but also strangely
cool all at once, tingling, like mint again.
How the hell could her cunt taste peppermint?
"Language, Virginia;" he chided again as he
pressed in just a little bit further. By right his cockhead should have
bruising her brainstem, but there was no doubt some weird physics shit involved
that she decided not to think about. She was getting fucked by Santa, after
all.
She pressed her forehead against the back of the couch and
tried squeezing her cunt around his titan cock or pressing back against him,
squirming her ass against his hips. She shuddered in delight, loving how he
felt inside her. His hands reached under her body and squeezed and massaged her
tits, sending delicious thrills through her.
He began to move slowly back and forth, pulling back until
just the tip was inside her and pushing in steadily, almost robbing her of
breath. She began to feel like a blacksmith's bellows very quickly. The feel of
his cock sliding inside her, stretching her and touching deep inside in ways
she hadn't known were possible;
"Oh my god;" she gasped, fingers digging into the
back of the couch. "You're tearing me apart and I love it;"
"Only the best for my Virginia," he said, his
ruddy cheeks taking on a flush tone as he fucked her. Her fingers squeezed the
meat of her thighs and hips or flexed on her ass cheeks. His heavy balls
slapped against her cunt as he drove inside her. Strong yet gentle, forceful
and commanding yet accommodating. She felt dominated yet exalted somehow.
His hand wrapped in her hair and she groaned loudly as he pulled
on it, craning her neck. She shuddered in pleasure, feeling her spine almost
accordion as he thrust inside while pulling her head back. Her could feel the
pulse of his cock through her whole body. Her nails scratched along the couch,
almost clawing it.
"Uh, you're gonna make me cum so fucking hard;"
she wailed, feeling the sweat forming on her skin. "Oh my gawd;"
"You're going to make me cum hard too," he panted,
thrusting deep inside, thumping his hips against her ass. "You feel
wonderful and tight, Virginia;"
"Oh, God, he's gonna cum in me;" she
realized. "Santa's gonna fucking cum in me and he's not wearing
anything! Will my birth control work? Shit, will my kids always smell like
mint?"
"Oh, God, cum in me!" she panted, thrusting
herself back against him and grinding shamelessly. "Fucking cum in me,
Santa!"
"Ya want me to cum in you?" he hissed, his body
beginning to tremble. It felt like his cock was getting bigger inside her.
"Want my cum in you?"
"God, yes!" Ginny squeaked, clenching her teeth.
"Fucking cum in me and make me scream!"
They strained against one another desperately and then she
cried out as a massive orgasm crashed over her. It battered her senses as she
felt his hot-yet-tingly-cool cum bathing her insides relentlessly. Her cunt was
making greedy sucking sounds as she came, her whole body shuddering almost
uncontrollably. She squeezed and clenched and rippled her tight tunnel round
him, reveling in the way he stretched and penetrated her ever more deeply.
She collapsed against the chesterfield, panting heavily, her
body drenched in sweat. His massive, hard cock was still deep inside her,
pinning her to him. She felt like she was made of lead, an exquisite exhaustion
while pleasure crawled over her languidly. That was beyond anything she had
ever experienced.
But he didn't seem to be done with her. His powerful hands
took hold of Ginny and turned her around so she was squatting on the couch, her
knees spread wide and her arms slung across the high back. She looked up at him
in weary astonishment as he nestled himself between her legs and pressed his
cock against her sopping cunt again.
"Ah!" she wailed as he slid deep inside her again,
his huge cock splitting her wide. Her nails dug into the couch again and she
clenched her teeth as she sucked in her breath. Ginny tried to regulate her
breathing while Santa began sliding in and out slowly, looking down at her with
those penetrating blue eyes.
"Jesus," she grunted, feeling almost like a rag
doll in his hands, which gripped her hips. "Gonna fucking kill me with
that thing!"
"Oh, let's hope not," he replied, thrusting into
her strongly. "I'm nowhere near done with you."
She gazed up at him, trembling as he fucked her good and
hard. She bit her lip as he squeezed her thighs, before moving his hands up to
squeeze her tits, pinching her nipples. She groaned shamelessly as the
delicious sting electrified her senses. She tried to squeeze herself around
him, baffled by how big he felt inside her.
She gasped and whimpered as he slapped her cunt lightly. She
reached forward and raked her nails over his powerful chest, leaving red marks
along the defined muscles. She ground her hips against him wantonly, thrilling
to the look of pleasure on this face.
"Uh, fuckin' wreck me;" she gasped, feeling
another massive climax building inside her. "Make me cum on that beautiful
cock, Santa!"
"I'll take 'Things Virginia Never Thought She'd Ever
Hear Herself Say' for a thousand, Alex!" he laughed. He reached down and
took her ass her hands and pulled her closer, smiling warmly yet wickedly into
her eyes as she sank further onto his cock, which penetrated her to the deepest
depths yet. She could feel the head pressing against her womb. It didn't hurt,
but she felt fuller and more stretched than ever.
She felt him squeeze her ass cheeks while he thrust into
her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight, bumping up
and down on his powerful thighs. She moaned loudly and bit his shoulder, trying
not to shriek. She tried to squeeze herself around him again, finding that she
could barely control her muscles, let alone fuck.
She bit down as the warmth spread through her, tears of
pleasure in her eyes. He thumped his hips against her even more strongly and
they strained against one another. Then he growled and released himself,
pumping her once again full of his tingling cum. She shuddered and cried out
loudly, her head spinning from the unreal ecstasy. Crushing herself to him,
Ginny held on desperately, like a ship battered by an unrelenting storm.
They both slumped onto the couch, breathing heavily. She
felt small and almost cocooned in his embrace. She was covered in a heavy sheen
of sweat and could feel the thrilling tingle of his cum trickling out of her cunt.
It wouldn't be a stain on her couch, it was a mark of honor. Their hearts
pounded in rhythm as the orgasm passed over them and slowly flowed away.
"Holy shit;" she whispered, her body still limp in
his arms. "I think you've ruined me for sex. I should be mad;"
"You have to admit, it makes sense that I'm better at
gift-giving than anyone else on the planet." Santa reasoned, smiling and
stroking her hair while she sat in his lap. "I'd say you were a little
pent up there."
"Mild understatement," she moaned, finally raising
her head and smiling up at him. "Thank you, first of all. That was the
best thing I've ever felt in my life."
"I aim to please," he said cheerfully, caressing
his thumb across her cheek and enjoying the shining look in her eyes.
"Kinda my thing, after all."
"So," Ginny purred, walking to fingers up his
broad chest. "Is there a Mrs. Claus?"
He shrugged. "There has been, of course."
She paused suddenly and looked up at him, her smile replaced
by a deadpan look. "What do you mean, there has been?"
He seemed somewhat confused by her change in demeanor.
"Well, there has been a few in the past, of course, there was Seeki first,
then there was Ahoop, followed by Annalina, then Layla, Martha, Juliana,
Gretchen and Jessica, Santarina, Kasey, Mary;"
"I see," she said stonily. "You've had more
wives than Elizabeth Taylor had husbands."
"Well, to be fair, they've been spread over a long
period of time." Santa replied. "And they were all special to
me."
"So then I'm not special." Ginny said flatly.
"Well of course you are," he said, not
understanding her mood swing. "You're my Virginia."
"And Becky down the street is your Becky, and Sarah in
the blue house is your Sarah and Hilda in Dusseldorf is your Hilda," she
concluded. "Everyone's equally special to you, aren't they?"
He didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry, I'm not being fair," she sighed.
"I just; well, I thought maybe this; ya know, tonight, was truly special.
And clearly you're not good at lying."
"Well, no, not at all." Santa agreed, still
holding her and wondering how he could comfort her. "I can't lie."
"Like, literally can't?" she asked, now curious
more than anything. "It's part of your genetic makeup that you can't
lie?"
"No, nothing like that," he admitted. "But
after spending centuries with kids and teaching them to always tell the truth,
I haven't tried telling a lie in so long I don't even know how to do it."
"You don't know how to lie?" she mused.
"If I did, it wouldn't be the least bit
believable," he said. "Like, if I said right now that your breath
smells wonderful and not like old eggnog and vomit, I somehow doubt you'd
believe my lie."
"No shit," Ginny replied, giving him a stony look.
"You're a horrible liar. You've got the subtlety of a cement truck. Good
thing you're Santa and don't have to date to charm a girl."
He held her close, hugging her tight to comfort her. She
sighed deeply, still impaled on his hard cock, which showed no sign of abating.
"God, I can't believe you've still got wood after
cumming like a fire hydrant three times," she said, her mood softening.
She was having the best sex of her life, she reminded herself not to ruin it by
being crazy. "How long can you keep going?"
He shrugged his muscular shoulders. "How long do you
need me to?"
"Actually, it doesn't surprise me that's your
answer." Ginny said, smirking. "If you've got the time, I've got
another itch that needs scratching."
He grinned. "So you haven't broken in that hot tub yet,
have you?"
"Oh, Santa;" she purred, leaning in and biting his
earlobe. "Like you don't make me wet already."
He picked her up and carried her toward the Jacuzzi, deftly
turning it on with his foot and bringing it rumbling to life. He stepped down
into the churning water, setting her one of the seats. As he stood up, she
leaned forward and hungrily took his enormous cock into her mouth, sucking
ardently. She moved forward and knelt in the water, her hands on his hips again
or stroking his balls.
He picked her up bodily and turned her upside. Ginny
squeaked in surprise at first but found his hips in front of her and began
sucking again on his tool without delay. He buried his face in her cunt, tongue
snaking deep inside her and she groaned gutturally, Holding her in place with
one powerful hand, her teased her taint and then pressed a finger into her ass.
"Jesus!" she gasped, almost choking on his cock as
he wormed the finger down into her tight tunnel. "Oh, fuck! Your finger is
bigger than some dicks I've fucked!"
She attacked his cock again eagerly, bobbing back and forth
like her life depended on it. She squirmed in his grip as he lashed her cunt
with his tongue and fingered her ass. Her fingernails dug into his thighs and
her knees locked around his neck. His cock throbbed in her mouth, still
thrilling her with its unique and incredible taste.
He turned her around again and paid her on the edge of the
hot tub, spreading her legs wide. She looked on wantonly as he pushed his
tongue back inside her again. He gripped her thighs to hold her in place and
she groaned and squirmed, squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples. Her
breath came in ragged gasps as he drove her to the limit of her sensations.
Ginny shook and thrashed as she cried out loudly, cumming on his face. He
didn't let up, lapping at her essence eagerly.
She lay like a dead thing for several seconds before her
chest began to rise and fall. Her eyes opened, gazing back at him. She couldn't
feel her limbs, just floating on a tingling ocean of deep colors. Santa looked
up at her and smiled, pulling his tongue out of her cunt and kissing her clit
gently. She shivered at the touch.
"One hole left, Santa," she breathed, her body
glistening. "Got any left in you to perfect my Christmas?"
"Always for you, Virginia." Santa said warmly,
standing and raising her gently into a sitting position. He settled down into
the water on one of the seats and then pulled her onto his lap, facing away
from him. She moved her hips around until she found his rock-hard cock, waiting
for her. She placed her puckered knot against it, giggling as she thought about
what he was about to do to her. She took his shaft in her hand and held it
steady while she sank down, very slowly.
Ginny gasped and shivered as the head pushed aside the tight
ring of muscle, popping inside her. Then she sighed as she lowered herself,
feeling his massive cock stretching her tight tunnel wide. God, she felt so
full it was unreal. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her ass cheeks
pressed to his lap. He was all the way inside her ass and her held her closed
as she settled back against him, purring in sensual pleasure.
"Umm, it's never felt this good in my ass before,"
she said softly, her arms reaching back to curl around his neck. She gyrated
slowly on his lap, moaning softly. "A gal could get used to this."
His muscular arms wrapped around her and caressed Ginny's
body, massaging her tits. She loved how she felt pinned to him. She had finally
found the measure of her body and began to squeeze her tight ass around his
cock. She squirmed in slow circles on his lap, wishing she had some music to
fuck him to.
Her stereo system suddenly came on and began playing 'It's
Cold Outside'. She giggled and squeezed his neck gently at his thoughtfulness.
"You think of everything, don't you?" she purred,
lost in her pleasure. "I can't wait to make you cum again."
He smiled wickedly and pulled gently on her nipples, causing
her to groan at the welcome sting. She pressed her ass back into his lap,
squeezing again around his throbbing shaft. The water bubbled and churned
around her waist, the heat leaving her skin shining. She began to pant as she moved
her hips faster, stopping the circular motions and started to move up and down,
his cock sliding in and out of her.
Santa took hold of her hips and let her bounce on his lap.
Ginny leaned forward, gasping as she fondled her tits, overcome with a liquid
heat as his cock impaled her faster and faster. Water splashed around them as
the fucking took on an almost frantic pace. Ginny had never felt anything in
her ass like this before, nothing even close to this good. She could very
easily become an addict.
"Uh, fuck!" she grunted, slamming her ass down on
him while one hand snaked down and began massaging her cunt and clit. His hands
steadied her and helped moved her up and down. She could feel his hips
trembling beneath her, his fingers flexing and squeezing her skin.
Her panting became a long, drawn-out keening. She clenched
her teeth, shuddering and straining as she tried to prolong the fucking;
Ginny screamed and pushed herself back against his massive
chest violently, thrashing as she clenched his cock inside her ass while he
came. His cream flooded inside her, the unreal hot-cool tingling transporting
her. He growled in her ear, almost crushing her comparatively tiny frame
against himself.
She collapsed, utterly exhausted, her chest rising and
falling as the world spun around her. She felt him holding her gently,
caressing her body in unique ways that seemed to; regulate her blood flow and
nerve sensations, making the post-orgasmic bliss she was feeling last as long
as possible. She felt herself smile and hum at his consideration, understanding
this this is who he was and what he was meant to do.
Ginny then did something she almost never did during sex, she
leaned her head back, pressed her lips to his and kissed him deeply and with
great affection. She held it for as long as she could and then sank back into
his embrace, sighing in contentment.
"Wish you were advertising for a Mrs. Claus at the
moment," she said softly. "I could get used to this."
"I like things the way they are," he replied,
hugging her. "Every year I get to reward you for being a good girl. What
could be better than that?"
"True, I guess," Ginny agreed. "I'm only
human, all this sex could kill me."
"Hey, I'm human too, you know," he chuckled.
"Just because I'm immeasurably older than you and subject to quantum laws
even my smartest elf couldn't explain doesn't mean I'm a member of some other
species."
"Okay, that's fair, although I'd still fuck you if you
were an alien or some extra-dimensional being." Ginny admitted.
"You've come in me a lot tonight, daddy. Do I need to”
"No," he said cheerfully. "I'm not sterile,
but you can't get pregnant unless I decide you will and I've never allowed
it."
"I wonder what a Santa kid would be like," she
mused. "More like you or the mom?"
"No idea," he confessed. "There's not exactly
a manual, so I've never taken a chance."
She slowly leaned forward and began to rise, shivering as
she slid off his long cock and it popped out of her. She knelt and turned
around to face him, not sure she could stand yet, looking up at his still hard cock
and giggled, pressing her finger against the head.
"Well, I think you can take him off duty, sir,"
she said sweetly. "I'm pretty sure that I'm all fucked out for the night,
if not the whole season."
He chuckled and let his cock soften, looking into her eyes
and caressing his cheek. "Hopefully that was what you needed for
Christmas."
"Definitely, Santa." Ginny said, giggling.
"Is it greedy to want the same present again next year?"
"Not at all," he replied, grinning. "It cuts
down on elf-labor hours if I can give people a gift mysteriously."
Santa paused in speaking, going silent and looking around,
as if listening for something. Neither of them touched the controls, but the
motor for the jets turned off and all that could be heard was the howling roar
of the winter storm outside. Ginny looked at him in confusion, wondering why
his features hardened and a scowl crossed his normally jovial face.
"That's no storm," he said in a low, growling
voice. "Not a regular one, anyway."
"What does that mean?" she asked, his reaction
worrying her for reasons she couldn't readily explain. What the hell was a 'not
regular' storm, according to Santa, or anyone else for that matter? He stood up
and strode out of the hot tub, taking her by the hand and pulling her out with
him. Their naked bodies glistened with water but this was the farthest thing
from her mind.
"What's going on?" she asked, his consternation
beginning to frighten her now. She watched as he tossed her the robe she'd been
wearing earlier and then started pulling on his pants and sturdy black boots.
"It's just a winter storm! Isn't it?"
"I wish that were true," he replied, his
expression grim. "Listen to me very carefully, Virginia. I'll need you to
follow me instructions precisely. Do you understand?"
She nodded. "Okay, but”
"Good," he said, cutting her off, his eyes
flashing. "It's very important to your safety."
"Can you at least tell me what's happening?" she
pleaded.
"Krampus." Santa muttered darkly as he wrapped
bright red straps around his wrists, tightening them. "I should've been
more careful."
"What's Krampus?" she asked, going pale and she
paused in putting on her robe, one of her tits hanging out.
"Krampus isn't a what, Krampus is a who," he said,
his eyes scanning the layout of her expansive living room. "He's also
called Black Pete in some places and legend says he's supposed to be my evil
henchman who punishes wicked children."
"I take it that's not true, then?" she asked,
looking around like he did, wondering what he was searching for.
"Not even close," he growled. "Pardon my
French, but Krampus is an evil sonofabitch. He was, at one time long ago, my
dedicated helper, but he turned down the path of darkness, becoming twisted and
diabolic. Forget punishing children, he wants to destroy Christmas, like it
never happened."
"What's that got to do with us here?" she asked,
trying to keep her voice from trembling. "Can he reach us in this
storm?"
"This storm is his doing, I recognize it now,"
Santa said, striding over to his huge Christmas bag and beginning to rummage in
it. "A massive storm always precedes his arrival. It can be mistaken for a
regular winter storm if you're not paying attention."
She swallowed. "So what does Kringus?"
"Krampus."
"What does he want here?"
"He wants to destroy me," he said, tossing various
toys and items out of the bag as he searched for something. "He used this
regional winter storm of yours to cover his approach. Clever, for him."
"We should call for help!" she said, shaking with
fear. "Can't you, can't you call the Easter Bunny or something?"
He paused his searched and turned to look at her, clearly
bemused. "There's no such thing as the Easter Bunny, Virginia. What kind
of rosy fantasy world do you live in?"
He went back into the back and found what he was looking
for. He turned around and tossed her something. "Here, take this but
do not use it unless I tell you to."
She caught the object and gaped at it in astonishment.
"A nerf gun? Are you serious?"
"You said you trust me, just take my word for it,
okay?" he said firmly. He then stopped rummaging and stood up, taking
several deep breaths, rotating his shoulders and wrists and cracking his
knuckles.
"Don't you; don't you need a weapon too?" she
asked, watching him in concern, holding her nerf gun tight. Even though the
room was already only dimly lit for ambiance, it seemed to be growing darker,
the howling of the storm louder.
"I don't need a weapon." Santa answered, his blue
eyes glinting with determination and his muscles rippling as he limbered his
body. "Let's hope I don't anyway."
He pointed to the long wall with no windows. "Stand by
your stereo system and do absolutely nothing until I tell you,
okay? I cannot stress that enough, Virginia. Stay where I can see you and stay
still away from any windows."
She nodded and assumed her position, waiting quietly, her
eyes wide with fear and all post-coital bliss drained from her, replaced by
jolts of cortisol and adrenaline. She looked around herself nervously, the
awful howl of the wind outside louder than ever.
Then it subsided, followed by a deafening silence that was
even more unnerving than the storm.
"Damn," Santa muttered, his fists clenching.
"He didn't come alone;"
Ginny barely had time to register what he was saying before
glass shattered and wooden walls splintered, followed by shouts and inhuman
hisses. Ginny screamed in terror as dark shapes leapt into her house.
And then all Hell broke loose.
Chapter 2.
Yes, Virginia, There Really Is A War On Christmas.
"Holy shit! What the hell is going on? Is this
really happening in my house?"
Ginny watched in shock as some dark shadow crashed through
her bay window. The invader tumbled and splashed into her hot tub, thrashing
about as he tried to regain his footing. Ginny shrieked in fright as more figures
tumbled in after him. Another one burst through the far wall, some kind of
weapon in his hand.
The lights were still out but the big room seemed even
dimmer somehow, as if a living shadow had a stranglehold over the place. Dark
shapes swarmed through the un-light, seemingly human in form, but she couldn't
really be sure.
Then he lunged past her, his massive frame almost a blur of
motion, his golden-red hair and beard gleaming in the reflected light of the
snow outside. Her eyes, wide with fright, now looked on in astonishment as he
crashed into a knot of the intruders, his huge fists lashing out. One invader
was knocked backwards, hurtling into the opposite wall with a resounding
crunch, although whether that was the stone masonry of her wall or his bones
giving way she couldn't tell readily. She dared not think about it.
Santa spun around and drove his elbow into the back of
another intruder. The vertebrae give way with a sickening crack and he went
down. Without losing his momentum, the hulking harbinger of Christmas cheer
lashed out savagely with his foot, the toe of the heavy black boot catching
another foe under the chin and snapping his head back. The dark shape crumpled
to the floor.
"Jesus!" Ginny shouted in horror.
"Virginia, don't take the Lord's name in vain!"
Santa called out in a stern voice while he whirled about in a bloody orgy of
violence. "Do you want to end up back on the Naughty List?"
"How can you be thinking about that at a time like this?"
she exclaimed, staying flat to the wall, her eyes, wide in fright.
"I'm always thinking about that sort of thing," he
explained as he wrestled an intruder into a headlock while looking at her.
"I'm constantly aware of”
He didn't finish the sentence as another enemy rushed up
behind and slammed one of Ginny's chairs across his broad, muscular back, wood
splintering as the stylish furniture sent him to the floor.
"Ow;" he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck
while the foe he had in a headlock escaped his grasp.
"Why the hell did you stop fighting and look at me?"
Ginny shouted almost in exasperation.
"Because I have to," he responded as his foes
piled on top of him, hammering away with their fists. "Whenever one of my
kids asks a question I have to give them my full attention and respond! That's
how it works!"
He surged up to his feet, throwing the crowd of assailants
away. One foe threw a punch, but Santa grabbed the fist and twisted it over,
causing his foe to shout in pain before he slammed his palm directly into the
man's sternum, sending him flying while the arm remained firmly in Santa's
grip. He then spun and slammed the bloody, disconnected shoulder remains across
the head of a man behind him.
"Oh, gross!" Ginny gasped. "Why would you do
that?"
"Because I want to live?" he called back as he rammed
his knee into another foe's chest, doubling him over before gripping and
wrenching his neck with a sickening crunch. "I really need to concentrate
here!"
"Sorry!" Ginny said hastily. "I'll try to
stop asking questions now!"
"Much obliged!" Santa replied. In spite of her
confusion and terror, Ginny watched in stunned fascination as the wild melee
whirled before her, swarmed by foes, Santa fought back with a resolute and cold
ferocity, never stopping moving but also tight and controlled in his movements.
He stopped attacks and dropped his foes with single blow, doubtless a killing
one.
His fighting style was efficient and; brutal. That's the
only way she could describe it.
"Is that Krav Maga?" she asked.
"It's not Krav Maga," he said
flatly as he rammed his fist into a foe's ribcage. "Trust me on
this."
To be continued in part 2. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts for Literotica.
