As I know some of you follow my work [ thanks! ] I want to let you know that the characters in this story appear in two other tales - "
Decking The Hall & Jingly Belles
" and "
It Is Far Better To Give
" - in that order. I hope you enjoy them and Happy Holidays! - BrettJ
"This
sucks
!" Christina groused as her mother adjusted the fake beard and whiskers. She had on extra padding, not that she needed as much this year, at 6 months pregnant.
Jacqueline sighed -- she loved her daughter dearly, but Santa's granddaughter didn't
always
share his jolly temperament.
"Why can't Daddy or Noel do it?" she sulked as her husband walked into the room, carrying two glasses of punch -- Rum Punch for him, non-alcoholic for Chris.
"Because your father has to stay here and mind the store while your grandfather is out with the flu -- first time in so many years -- and Noel has
his
new baby and wife to look out for. Besides, you've got the natural padding!" Jacqueline teased her daughter, who pouted.
"I've still got the sexiest wife in the world under all that!" Andy toasted his bride, as he saw her smile.
"Aww -- is it any wonder I love him so?" Chris sniffed, getting sentimental. They'd been married a little over a year, she'd been his best Christmas present
ever
. True, getting used to being married to the granddaughter of the
real life
Santa Claus had been an adjustment, but ever since she whooshed down his chimney 3 Christmases back, his life had been a series of wonders. The 48-year old man had thought his life over then, now he knew it had merely begun. Christmas at the North Pole -- who'da thunk?
She had appeared that night, a vision in red -- then black teddy underneath, all the sex appeal of a centerfold come to life. They'd found each other, she without her boyfriend, Andy, without love in his life -- and once they consummated their passion, they were rarely apart. Andy took one look in her eyes -- unique in all the world -- and he knew whatever she wanted, wherever she was, he wanted to be. Christina had found the one man who would fit into her world and she was determined to keep him.
She moved in with him and never
could
quite satisfactorily explain how she "commuted", but he didn't care. Andy was happy and it showed in every facet of his work, including his art.
Some of his friends teased him about his sexy, blonde "younger woman" - little did they know, Chris was far older than she looked. Time for her, and him as well now, moved at a different pace. She was a Christmas miracle wrapped up in a sexy, naughty little package. The sex was otherwordly too, she seemed inexhaustible, like a nymphomaniac -- but he rarely tired in her presence, she rejuvenated him in body as well as spirit.
When Christina let loose though, she was far from the "nice girl" one would expect. In bed, she was a wildcat, the best whore in the world couldn't handle his cock the way she could. She gave head like it was a joy, she took his cock and whimpered for more, she was generous and the best, hottest,
sluttiest
piece of ass he'd ever known. She had access to the best lingerie and the naughtiest sex toys and
man
, did she ever take advantage of that!
When he proposed eighteen months ago, she'd looked at him quizzically. "Why?" she asked. "I don't need marriage, I'm not going anywhere and I ..."
He kissed her and smiled. "Despite all the odd and wonderful things that have happened since we met, I am somewhat old-fashioned. I want you to know that you have my heart now -- and forever. I don't want to own you, I want to
be
a part of you and share in your world? Sound corny?"
She smiled, that brilliant, winter-white smile of hers. "No -- sounds perfect and yes, I'll marry you."
She took
him
to bed that night, making it one of the best fucks either of them had ever known. Her "OhOhOhs" were so loud, he thought they might hear her in the North Pole, she rode him until he was over the moon and back again. She twisted and writhed and his cock throbbed deep within her, blasting into her sucking lips until he thought he could cum no more.
He was wrong.
They fucked nearly 5 times that evening, once, in a truly kinky moment, she wrapped her long legs around his neck, he braced himself against the wall and she sucked him off while hanging upside down. It never seemed perverse to Andy, whatever he and Christina did, it was done with love and respect.
Their engagement party was about as far from traditional as one could get. The term to describe it? Bacchanal came to mind. Or orgy.
Her friends were much like Christina herself -- warm, engaging, bubbly = and highly sexed. Because of her "job", she had friends from all over the Globe and Andy got to experience the full gamut of sexual fun -- Danes, Fins, Swedes, Asians, Africans, Italians -- and all of them could
fuck
. No one was better than his Chris, although a cute little blonde named Mia was a wild little fuck. Later on that evening, he saw Chris and Mia in a hot
sixty-nine
and could see that she obviously knew her way around his fiance's body.
Some of his friends were invited and he was happy to see them paired off with some of the hottest women he'd ever seen, wanton, passionate and totally uninhibited. He saw one of his friend's, Roger -- known as "Rog" - screwing a wild blonde named Maggie he later learned was Mia's mother. She was a little taller than her daughter, a bit more mature, but moved with a supple grace and seemed to be giving the 25-year old bachelor a run for his money. He was fucking her up the ass and she was loving it, her face buried in the sweet muff of her dearest friend, Katie. Dark-haired Rog and silky-blonde Maggie looked very hot together, later on, he saw the swarthy stud fucking Mia as well, her mother looking on and applauding their actions. Somewhere else in the room, he could hear his co-worker and friend Rachel having the time of
her
life too. Chris brought joy to not only
his