Last Christmas my friend Jill told me of a strange dream. She half woke in the middle of the night to see Santa Claus fucking her. At first she thought it was a dream and went back to sleep. In the morning she found cum running out of her obviously well fucked pussy. She checked all the windows and doors, but found them all locked tight. She knew she had been raped but didn’t know how it could have happened. After she told me the story, I remembered having a similar feeling on that Christmas morning. I attributed it to the female equivalent of a wet dream. Just a good dream with morning juices. When this happened, I just got up and went to pee and all was forgotten.

I know that Santa is a magic elf, and I know a little about magic. I have a set of magic rocks, from the beaches of Belgium. I rubbed them and evoked the Genie that lived in their aura. As always the great ten foot Genie asked for my wish. I asked him about this magic elf, Santa.

The genie went on to tell me that being magic, Santa could stop time, and in fact had to do this to deliver millions and millions of toys in just one night. It seems that when Santa encounters a “hot chick.” He stops time and tastes mortal pleasures. The genie said that Santa, in that one night, fucks a million or so women ( he is magic, you know!) The Genie offered me a potion that would allow me to stay with Santa when he stopped time.

I thought to myself that rape, even by Santa is still rape.

When Christmas Eve came, I was ready. I put on makeup as though I was going out on a date and tried to look as sexy as I could. I even borrowed some of Jill’s nipple gloss. I took a sip of the magic potion and went to bed.

At 3 AM or so I heard the clatter of reindeers on the roof. I looked at the clock and noted that time had stopped. I felt, rather than saw, the big elf enter the room. I kept my eyes closed and heard him walk around my bed, eyeing me up. I didn’t move, I wanted him spent before I showed my hand. I felt his warm hand on my breast, then soon after I felt his magic tongue around my clit. I could get used to this, it really was magic. I felt myself cum again and again. Then I opened one eye and peeked, saw him hefting one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen. This monster dick was supported by an equally large set of balls. The bulging head was less than two inches from my outer pussy lips and ready for business. Two or three pearl drops of pre-cum were glistening in the subdued light.

It is a good thing that I was soaking wet from his magic head job because his huge dick head was forcing its way into my tight little hole. Inch by inch, he worked it in, each inch opening my poor tight little pussy wider. Finally I felt his huge balls slap against my ass. Those puppies were full and in need of relief. Once he hit bottom and began to fuck me in earnest, he got into his rhythm. As that huge thing agitated my clit, I began to cum again. One orgasm melded into the next, I was in cock heaven. With a quick gasp, Santa got his nut. He shot and shot, as tight as my pussy was sealed against his cock, cum still squirted out around it.

He slid his now softening dick out of me and it made a popping noise as the bulbous head fell out. Without another thought to me, he turned and bent over to get his red suit pants from the floor.

That was my moment. I pulled the garden shears that I had taped under my night stand and with my other hand grabbed the huge set of magic balls and pulled them down toward the floor. The handle of the shears came together and those huge magic nuts, sack and all, fell to the floor, they made a heavy plopping sound when they hit.

He looked at me with shock and amazement, then he looked at his baby makers lying on the floor. I said, “Santa or not, you’re still a rapist.” He reached for his severed balls, but I got them first, I told him to get out or his cock would meet the same fate. He whimpered and ran for the chimney (his scrotum, being on a magic elf had healed already) and was gone in a second. As the reindeers thundered off of the roof, I placed my prizes in one of my formaldehyde filled peanut butter jars.

Time had gone back to normal, so I raided the fridge, I had leftover lobster salad and eggnog as a midnight snack. It hit the spot.

To this day, whenever there is a holiday feeling in the air, Santa’s severed nuts glow red and green in the jar. As far as I know, women no longer wake up with Santa cum leaking from their private parts.

For some reason, from that day on, my Christmas presents consist of chunks of coal.

Respectfully Submitted

Thecia