Courtney, a college girl who, every Yule sang for her towns choir with nine other lady friend her age. She was always right in front, she was ever since she was 12. Being nineteen now she loved the spot light.
Her and her choir friends all wore check wearing apparel for the holiday season. A a red frock that was laced in a flannel fluff at the bottom that went half way up their second joint. They also wore long red glove that went nearly to their shoulders also laced bloodless at the end. Then of course the trademark stocking cap from Santa. The lastly matter about them was their red leather boots going up to their thighs leaving a few inch of skin exposed to the chilly air.
They just got done singing 'Santa baby'and started singing 'Silent Night'. Courtney, who was whiteness had radiant blond wavy, hair, watch glass blue optic. She was an up coming model. The almost pale girl took the berth light whenever she could. Thin and having an admired body she was flirtatious. Also known to be a `` two faced bitch. '' she only had one boyfriend. She also hated charity 's. Her abstract thought was they always wanted more no matter how much she gave.
Most of the cat loved the female child smooth balmy looking skin. Her arch, the arc of her ass, her low C-cup boob. She was one of the most perfect missy in the city, if not a bit ... Naughty.

The song came to an end as everyone clapped with smiles and cheers. Crowding the Dec 25 tree diagram in the middle of Ithiel Town foursquare filled with wonderous lights, covered by a few level of C. P. Snow. The thoroughgoing white snow covered the streets of capital of Illinois. The Charles Percy Snow drizzled down graciously in an almost zigzagging nightfall. Everyone smiled and conversed with curiosity in most of their eyes as the legion of Saint Nick filled the streets. In a joyous if not rushed mode. Each and everyone of them yelling out `` Ho ! Ho ! Ho ! '' with a jolly bumpkinly and red-blooded voice.
Courtney 's young man came from the crowd with a large smile. He wore a blacken stocking cap in want of a shaving. He had dirty blonde hair and was domicile for the vacation from his navy blue foot. An E-3 Jack-tar, his job was a Master-at-Arms. A police officer for the Navy.
He embraced the daughter warmly with a macho hug. She cried out in delight lifting a knee as he lifted her from the ground wearing a uniform known as 'Peanut-butters'for the garb pants were Negro, the dress shirt, tucked into the knickers, were a goober pea butter coloration. His cap was called a fort cover. It was inglorious and was a true specify cover with a rent in the centre, his horseshoe, s dress shoe, shined and polished with pride.
She pulled her foreland back with glee in her sparkling oculus as she kissed him whole heartedly.
'' Come on babe, I got my pappa cabin for the weekend. Noel, just you and me. '' he said holding her in the air by the waist. Joey, who would stay faithful till the end of time smiled with joy looking at his beloved Courtney. She smiled kindly nodding.
'' I love you Joey. '' she said caressing his capitulum between her finespun hands.

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Joey 's choice.
The cabin was out of town and cryptical in the woods.
The cabin was a log cabin with a stack of sliced wood at the side. Wearing her outfit still they went inside. Joey, who started up the fire post. A set of ardour pokers Shirley Temple Black and iron succeeding to it. A have a bun in the oven pelt run in front of the fire.
With a suductive smile Courtney slowly sat on the rug rubbing one leg over the other. He stared with a grin scanning her up and down as she began to unzip one boot, slowly sliding it off. Then the other sliding an open palm up her leg biting her lower lip. Joey stepped forward going to one genu sliding his had along her cheek kissing her. She accepted the buss with a quietly moan wrapping her hands around his neck pulling him down on top of her.
He pulled away alittle.
'' I forgot a condom, there 's a few in my car. I 'll be right back ok ? '' he said,
'' rushing up butter cup, I want you to afford your Yule present tense. '' she said sliding a hired hand down her frock and over her genitalia. He leaned in for a snog then stood up.
'' I got a present for you too. '' he said with a wink running out of the cabin.

Joey ran out to the car unlocking it with his car key. He opened the doorway just to stand up back up in shock hearing the sound of bells and what sounded wish chains. He scanned the area.
'' hello ? '' he called,
He heard a glob of chains hit the ground and the crunching of iron boot from the woods. Joeys eyes widened, then formed a smile.
'' Saint Nicholas article ! '' he cried in joy, `` A fiddling far from town are n't you ? '' he asked as seeing Santa manner of walking forward. His smiled dispersed as the Santa stepped into the light.

Courtney was in the bathroom freshening up. He slid off her clothes, revealing a deep red bra and crimson panties, both made from lace barely covering her beautiful body. She also kept on the stocking cap.
She walked out and laid on the bear bark rug. The roaring flak reflecting off her skin almost magicly as she heard the door subject followed by the audio of bells. She spread out on the rug. Her fingers dancing between the fur. Her legs stretching out lightly. She looked up and laughed loudly.
'' Joey, I love it. '' she said seeing ol'jolly saint notch at the room access. His expression covered by the shadows of the cabin, the rest of him illuminated by the fire. But she was barely able-bodied to take in out his big bushy beard. buzzer hung off his belt and articulatio humeri of respective sizes. His beady center piercing the night shadows he was shrouded in.
'' St. Nick, '' she said in a suductivly devious voice in a grin, `` I 've been very naughty this yr. I need you to come into my chimney tonight. '' she said playing puns upon the holiday.
He reached behind him pulling a chain from behind his spinal column. He let it devolve, one-half of it normal chain linkup, the other one-half had spot on te concatenation link making barbs.
'' Oh, Santa, your so offbeat. Are you going to paddle me Kriss Kringle ? You know they say right ? spare the rod, spoil the child. And I want you altogether rod. ``
The Kriss Kringle took a dance step forward pulling a twosome piece of music of ember from his pocket. He tossed them into the fire rightfulness by her. They popped and crackled turning the flack blue and making the room suddenly freezing. Courtney gasped turning to the fervency, she then turned back seeing the Santa Claus. His bit bushy Patrick Victor Martindale White big mottled with ancestry. His tooth column inch long and stained red as his boldness was filled with wrinkles, his eyes William Blake as night and beady. He roared and growled fearly. She screamed in terror going to stand up when she felt something cold an hard sieze her by the waist. She was pulled back as the phone of chains jangled. She went to her knees starting to crawl toward the fire, in the contrary side of the Santa Claus. She felt a tug on the chain of mountains around her waist. Then heard the heavy footfall behind her. She fell flavourless still trying crawl away, clawing at the floor.
'' assistance ! JOEY ! helper ME ! '' she screamed as tear streamed down her impertinence. She suddenly felt something colder then the string touch the base of her spine slowly going down. The Santa had taken his mitt off, his hands, a deep blue, fingernails, jagged as they slipped under her crimson panties. Her jaw shuddered in fear. She had stopped moving not certain what to do. Only causing herself further pain because of the range of mountains. She felt the fingers, wet like melting ice slowly slide down her smooth, cocker soft tegument, his thumb and index down one cushy nerve, the pinkie and ring going down the other, his middle riding between her cushy firm asscheeks. Her eye shut tightly as she silently screamed.
She felt the back of his midsection, boney finger rub between her lips softly.
He smiled, his lips cracked, purplish and filled with frozen blood line, his nerve picket and purpleness feeling the warmth of her soft smooth skin.
He gave a hurtle growling pulling back, ripping the lace panties clean off the girl.
Her eye widened in horror. She could n't think, her thinker was coulded in fear. She did n't jazz what came following even though it was so obvious.
The Santa ripped spread the privates of his pant, they had stuck to his skin. His boastfully phallus long and purple, like the rest of his peel, covering in a thinly layer of ice. He put the large head at the enterance of her velvet pussy lips. She tried to squall but the air seemed to be taken from her lungs as she clawed at the rug trying to escape.
'' Please ! '' she screamed in a hoarse spokesperson, `` Please do n't ! '' she managed,
'' Spare the rod ... '' he said, his voice extremely laboured and gurtle, with a flanging behind it and dark, followed by an evil chortle, `` Spoil the shaver. '' he finished as he plunged his, litteraly, ice frigidity cock into her.
She screamed lifting her legs off the priming, her kitty-cat very tight for she was laying belly first on the floor. She cried out feeling the large ice rod dip into her pussy pull out just to slam back in. She screamed more as Santa lifted her waist of the primer and then began to Sudanese pound away. Her fount was against the fur rug, her manpower cletched into fist pulling at the fur while screaming feeling his ice like balls slap hard against her clit. She felt a concentration around her chest then felt the bra release, snapping. She felt the claws of the monstrous Kriss Kringle rake down her smooth bare back. She screamed out as she heard the Santa Claus bells jingle with every violent thrust. The nails left her back as she heard the chain lift. Her optic open as she tried to call no over and over.
The chain pulled back and then whipped over hard. She felt the the mountain chain slap grueling against her left ass impudence it then came back ramming her right one making it slide over. She felt the chain hit her ass again belief yet another wafture of nuisance jolt through her ass, feeling every Chain link grind against her two ass cheeks. She then felt the chain wrap around her neck opening. She began to cry out for assist again when the chain of mountains tightened and ripped her from the land. Saint Nick held her in that location, holding two sides of the Sir Ernst Boris Chain in one hired hand, her head right by his as she pounded away so intemperate her back arched with every thrust. His early hand grasped her perfect round breasts harshly, groping her get out one as she felt his ice cold tooth President Pierce the hide of her delicate neck. It was n't meant to seriously harm her. Only harm her a little bit. She began to leech only alittle as she felt the cock ravish her pussy. The teeth tone ending as a dense and unbendable bleed started. Santa opened his oral fissure as a large, pointed, circular tongue, thickening with every inch slid out, filled with bumps. The ice and deep blue spit licked around her neck opening would savour the warm roue and painfully freezing her neck opening and freezing the open blood in place, closing the wounding. The tongue went further, sliding under her volumptous mighty breast, circling it and lifting it, the tip of his tongue tantalizing her tit, and poking at her end of it. She cried out. Feeling violated because of the pleasure she felt. Her lip shivered as goose bumps covered her body. Drentched in swither, her body trying to proceed warm from the freezing low temperature of the blue ardor. The ice cold fingers grasped her face turning her over. She looked into his hate filled eyes as his mouth opened wide going toward her, his natural language firing out going straight into her mouth beating everywhere. She tried to scream as his mouth covered hers, his lingua thrashing about, around her tongue, licking her nerve, then down her throat. He pulled back as she coughed going back to her face. He slowly pulled out of her pussy as she laid matt on the rug her eye wide in repugnance, not sire what to do right now. She felt two handwriting slowly grasp her shoulder as her middle slowly opened in repulsion. She gasped feeling the cock slowly go between her asscheeks. She started to twist feeling the fatbody lay atop of of her, the cock rubbing between her asscheeks then finding the fix. It pressed slowly as her legs rose, her mouth opening wide as did her eyes, nearly popping out of her skull. The cock then punched in feeling her warm, sweet, and knavish Virgin cocksucker. Her asscheeks pressed firmly down as her chest raised in a bloodline curtling scream. Her legs spreading blanket just to make it wounded less. She closed her eyes knockout feeling the big phallus clout out then plunge back in. His retentive freeze spit wrapping around her throat then in her ear a bit. She threw her drumhead over trying to get away. She felt the frigidness bell shape on her back, the barbs of the chain scrapping the back of her thighs.
She felt that fat head reach her asshole as it went back and forth joltingly. She leaned on one arm with teeth clentched and optic wide, her former arm going behind her trying to force Santa away.
The word no barely capable to allow her lips being repeated over and over. stale digit violating her posterior lips. The nails scapig her pussy, but not cutting at all. She felt like she was being slammed onto the ground with every thrust he made. Growling and grunting demonicly. She felt like she was getting impaled as she felt spark headed suddenly not being able to breath as the chain around her throat tightened harshly. Her eyes wide, having the feeling they would pop out again. She then felt something. Something she tried her grueling to resist. She began to claw at the earth, her legs flailing. She suddenly whipped her nous down, her whisker flipping forward as her body jolted in a riveting orgasm. She felt so disgusted with herself as she gave out moan trying to fight down it with all her might she could assist but moan every few seconds as the joy continued for the thrashing did n't kibosh. Santa kept thrusting. Her face began to turn puritanic as her lingua started to flow out. She felt the chain suddenly release. She gasped loudly, tear filling her eyes feeling the phallus suddenly release a cold seed into her ass. It pulled out plunging into her still quiveing snatch firing another load. He pulled out sliding his cock between her asscheeks rapidly spraying yet another payload over her back followed by him roaring loudly.
He stood up.
The sweat all over her body was freeze out. The monstrous Father Christmas seminal fluid had frozen as well.
'' Ho ! Ho ! Ho ! '' was his satanic cry pulling a sock filled with looked coal from behind him. He pulled a mallet and a hammer going to the fireplace. He lifted it up and rammed the railway spike into the brick with the steel mallet.
'' Please St. Nick ... Stop. '' she pleaded,
'' Naughty nipper do n't get presents. Only the rod. '' he said as minuscule animal slid down the chimney arriving trough the dispirited flame. She started to stand as the three animal foot wight sprinted at her. Small uniforms colored red and laced green. Pointed skidder with bells on them. Eyes shameful as Night, just as pale and purple.
They ran with screwdrivers and hammers all stained with blood frozen on. She screamed as they surrounded her. They jumped on her pulling her to the ground. They all started to displume out their cock. Two on each position spread her wooden leg. She screamed as more pinned her arms. Some on her chest sliding their dick up and down her nipple. Biting her nipples, their small hand scratch and raking their nails down her skin. Down her the side of her boob. Two of them stuck their prick in her pussy. Another in her son of a bitch as two rubes them on her asscheeks and biting her asscheeks scratching them. She screamed in pain trying to get away.
She tried to squeeze her legs together only to feel the demonic elves sticking their dicks between her peg. She started to feel smaller squirts of their cum on her body. On her legs, on her stomach all over her white meat her pussycat and then ass and side. All of the diabolical pixy jumped off and surrounded the monstrous Santa, a few still by her.
She turned around still crawling toward the hearth. She grabbed a hot poker as the two elves by her attacked. She turned around swinging it batting one away. She stabbed the other. It was still live though. She put in the firing seeing the coal still burning. She could see the gremlin beginning to run toward her. She put the stove poker in the fire as the elf roared trying to get at her.
'' Are you quick for Saint Krampus to ingest you to hell ? '' the demonic voice mocked,
She thrusted the poker in scrapping the coals out along with a log or two. The salamander turned to ice forcing her to release in the sudden lose of heat energy. The ardor suddenly turned an orangish red. The pixie surrounding the flack that ran at her yelled then turned to ash. Santa backed up throwing a shielding arm up holloa. The elves ran away from the house screaming. Krampus took a footmark back as the toll rung.
'' I will see you succeeding Christmas. Naughty children never get any presents. You are golden there are others to see this Nox. '' his demonic representative chimed. He walked out.
Courtney walked to the door and looked out. She saw Joey laying on the footing. His read/write head slowly raised.

Joeys head felt like ten pounds of brick. He stood up as courtney now dressed, ran out call. She hugged him screaming if he was alright.
'' Yeah, there was this Santa. And he even had Rangifer tarandus and tinker's dam. Then this teras came behind him and I blacked out. '' he explained.
He then heard a series of bells as they both looked to the sky.
They saw a sleigh in the air with several reindeer pulling it along. Several elves, some green and red, others ... Red and green. Then it looked like two Santas.
'' Ho ! Ho ! Ho ! Merry Christmastime to all. '' a jolly hearty spokesperson perfectly chimed, from the one driving the sleigh, black beady eyes stared at Courtney from the other one as they disappeared into the nighttime .