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Santa Slut: Krissy Kringle
By Whiskey McNaughton
Copyright 2011 by Whiskey McNaughton
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Santa Slut: Krissy Kringle
Chapter One
“Oh, babe, this is soooo good. Mmmm, yeah, you are one sweet piece of pussy, Krissy baby. Oh yeah. Mmmm.”
The slender, yet long, schlong slid rapidly in and out of the pussy being moaned about and enjoyed. The elf on the other end of the pecker was poised directly above the naked midriff of the girl the tiny person was riding. His pubic region was directly above hers and his groin pumped hard and fast as his pecker continued to pump away until finally the elf arched his back, forcing his groin further forward and deep inside of the pussy he was so loving being inside.
“Unnnggggghhhhh!” the elf grunted as every bit of semen that once had been inside of his testicles shot upward and outward and was now speeding forth along the vaginal canal and straight up into the ovaries of this luscious babe with her legs spread wide – well, not too wide, after all he was an elf – to receive him and allow him entrance.
Fortunately for them both the off-spring of the reigning Santa Claus was unable to get impregnated by an elf. Indeed, one of Santa’s daughters, of which he currently had several, could never become impregnated at all except by that one special person chosen by fate to join with the magically-enhanced DNA of the Kringle Clan residing at the North Pole.
The elf slumped forward and downward, his small, naked body resting atop the somewhat larger form of one Krissy Kringle, youngest daughter of the reigning Santa Claus. Krissy relaxed her right leg, which had been raised up high in order to give better access to this grunting and moaning elf as he pummeled her pussy so joyfully. She allowed her leg to wrap lightly about his small frame while he relaxed from the extreme exercise he had just endured, but once she had determined that he was rested enough to safely get up and off of her body, she pushed him off her so that he toppled over and backwards and struck the floor with a WHAM!
“Dammit, Krissy!” the angered elf called out as first his ass-end and then the back of his noggin struck the hardwood floor of the supply room where they were hiding out while “doing the nasty”. “You could at least have let me get up on my own and climbed down from you.”
“Oh, get over it, already,” Krissy grabbed hold of the elf’s shirt, which he had strewn aside when he’d stripped down in preparation of their sexual interlude, and bunched it up into a ball so she could use it to wipe up the slick and slippery juices that had exuded from both their bodies. She finished with it and tossed it down onto the face of the elf, who was yet staring up between her thighs enjoying the view. Regardless of the attitude she now took toward him, he was overwhelmed by the sight of her bare ass and pussy located directly over his face. The elf licked his lips and his withered organ began to grow erect once more.
“Pffft!” Krissy said as she glanced down at the lecherously leering look on the elf’s face. “I had an itch to scratch and you scratched it for me.” she said disdainfully, standing to her feet and flipping her wrap-around skirt back where it belonged about her shapely thighs. “Don’t get possessive on me. There’s plenty more where you came from.”
Krissy walked toward the single door that was the entrance to this room, the look on the elf’s face becoming forlorn as she walked through the door and slammed it closed, not caring whether he was exiting right behind her or not. She was right. There were plenty more where he came from. An entire workshop full of busy little elves, all of whom were just as randy and horny as he was and many of whom had already sampled the wares between the thighs of the youngest Kringle child. At barely eighteen years old Krissy had enjoyed more elfin hammers pounding away at her puss than pounded away making toys in her father’s North Pole workshop. She had been a busy little beaver since cumming of age, as she liked to twist the saying.
Krissy stood outside the supply room and surveyed the larger room before her. Everywhere she looked there were multitudes of elves, both male and female, busily going about their tasks of preparing the toys that her father, Santa Claus, would be delivering to all the good little boys and girls all around the world on Christmas Eve. She snorted as she thought about the list her father kept tally of all the names on. Fortunately the names of his own children were exempt from that list or he might be surprised to find his youngest child, his most beloved daughter, little Krissy, with her name on the naughty side of the list. Right up at the very top.
All throughout the shop Christmas music played. Currently the song was “Santa Claus is Coming to Town.” As the part played over the speakers singing the line “he’s gonna find out who’s naughty and nice,” Krissy banged her hips side-to-side in perfect synch with the beat to the word “naughty”. She then continued on her way, onto the work floor where it was her job to help inspect all the toys for quality control.
She snorted when she thought about her job. “Quality control,” she murmured the words low in her throat in what was almost a growl. She shook her head as she took hold of a toy and lifted it up to inspect its craftsmanship. Nothing was wrong with this toy. Nothing was wrong with any of the toys. Ever. The elves knew their jobs only too well and well they should, since them or their parents and their parents before them had been making toys in Santa’s Workshop for many centuries. If they weren’t the most expert at their role of being toy makers no one was.
Krissy sighed and leaned forward over the assembly line so she could look over the toys moving along the conveyor belt. She at least knew she had to pay cursory attention to everything that was in her section of the shop, otherwise someone might notice and pass the word up the line and she would get called in to her father’s office and he would sit her on his lap and ask her what was wrong, didn’t she like the responsibility she had been assigned at the North Pole? Wasn’t she happy being an integral part of the most prestigious and important toy manufacturer in the entire world? Of course he would tickle her and smile up at her as she sat on his lap, though she had outgrown sitting on his lap long ago. It was something her father couldn’t quite accept – that his youngest was no longer a little girl and could no longer be treated like one.
She would sigh in response to his questions and reassure him that of course she liked her job and the responsibility that came along with it, even though she thought it the most boring and senseless task in the whole place. Why couldn’t she have been given something more exciting, more challenging, like designing new toys, overseeing the installation of the new technology that allowed Santa to keep up with the progress that threatened on a global scale to put him out of business each year if he didn’t keep up with it?
Oh, that was right, because all the really good jobs had already been given out to her older siblings. Katrine and Kirsa were the other two girls in the family while Kaspar, Killian, Kolman and Kurt were her brothers. Unfortunately none of them were as young as she and so of course they had been given work assignments before she had. That was why Krissy, born Kristen, of course, was so board that she had turned to pursuing every form of sexual vice she could invent in this place so filled with such horny little elves.
“Oh!” Krissy jumped as the small fingers of an elfin hand slipped between the butt-crack that was exposed whenever she bent forward the way she was then. The hand reached between her soft, ample thighs and placed itself against her warm, wet pussy. Naturally she wasn’t wearing any panties at the moment, having just engaged in several sexual liaisons within the past hour or so and had tossed her panties away, deciding to forego them for the rest of the day – just in case.
“Oooooooo, someone’s just been tapped,” the rough, guttural voice of the elf the intrusive hand belonged to issued forth with such lecherousness that Krissy knew immediately it could only be Perun, the elf in charge of this section in the workshop. Perun ran his hand along the moist lips and then slid his fingers – all of them – between the lips and deep inside of Krissy’s pussy, making her moan and spread her legs in a wider stance.
Perun knew better than to do anything so blatantly sexual – especially to his boss’s daughter – whenever anyone else could see him doing it. He had noticed the youngest Kringle girl as she entered his area and sent all the others on their break ahead of schedule. The elf pushed her skirt up over her round ass and pressed his face in between her cheeks. “Mmmmmmm,” he moaned even as he extended his tongue and licked all along her crack. Krissy shivered all along her spine from the contact his tongue made with her flesh as well as the vibrations from his moaning.
“Oooooooo,” she moaned in response to his stimulation and then pressed her body backward, forcing his tongue deeper so that he had no choice but to jam it into her sphincter and deep within her anus. Elves were notorious for having long, thick tongues. It made up for the fact that all of their schlongs – well, except for a few who were extremely well-hung – although long, were slender in girth.
Perun withdrew his fingers from Krissy’s puss and grabbed hold of both ass cheeks. He gripped them tightly as he pressed his face as far between her tight buttocks as possible. He loved the feel of her flesh wrapped about his face, which was why he was her most avid partner when it came to eating her pussy on a regular basis. She loved the length of his tongue and the manner in which he used it. He loved the fact that not only was she the tastiest cunt in the entirety of the North Pole, but after she climaxed she always without exception let the old elf ride her like a reindeer – and old Perun, he knew how to ride reindeers. Heh.
Once he heard her moaning extra long he knew she was ripe for a hand-diddle and so he reached forward once more and quickly pushed not only his hand, but his entire arm up inside of her pussy, the rapid thrust of something that large and thick causing her to almost scream. Krissy knew the drill only too well. She had played it with old Perun many times since discovering what a freak this elf was and how well he could make her cum. She jammed her left forearm between her teeth and bit down on it – hard. It served to stifle her scream as well as inflict pain that would aid in toning down the intensity of her sudden orgasm.
Slowly Perun slid his arm in and out within Krissy’s puss for several long minutes. Then he withdrew it completely and tweaked her clit on the way out, making her clench her ass cheeks on his face so tightly he almost couldn’t breathe.
Oh, yeah, these two freaks knew exactly what the other liked and how to get it from them.
“Guess I better get back to work,” Perun grumbled, wiping her juice onto his shirt front. Sure, he’d smell like pussy the rest of the day, but what elf in this workshop didn’t? The only difference was that every one of the female elves had a slightly different scent and all the males knew each and every one of them too well. Once everyone else returned from their break they would all sniff out this scent and know who it was that their boss had been availing himself of while they were absent. It always raised the old geezer sufficiently in the eyes of his subordinates and co-workers to know that he was among the few who could so easily fuck a Kringle pussy.
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Chapter Two
Idly Krissy Kringle sauntered into the stables where the reindeer were housed. They weren’t like most stables found in other countries; these were heated and lit properly so the animals kept within knew without doubt that they were pampered and spoiled unlike any other such creature as well. They received the finest of feed, had their bodies brushed and rubbed down at least twice a week and had soft music piped in to relax them and keep them on an even keel year-round. After all, these were no common beasts of burden, but those tasked with pulling the sleigh all around the world so Santa Claus could deliver his gifts to children everywhere. Sure, their job was assisted by magic, but so was that of the Claus himself. It still was a tremendous responsibility and these reindeer had to be properly cared for so that whichever were chosen as the eight to pull the sleigh that year, they would be ready and able.
Krissy walked among the open stalls, so-called because there were no walls separating the reindeer within, allowing them to communicate with one another as much as they chose. She reached out and petted many of the creatures, each one responding to her caresses with soft snorts and titling of their heads, which indicated they wanted their heads scratched at the base of their antlers. Krissy was only too happy to oblige. She loved the reindeer. There was simply something both regal and adorable about them. She couldn’t resist touching their soft fur and looking into their large eyes. She had always seemed to be able to communicate with these creatures better than her siblings, sometimes, she thought, better even than her own father. Certainly all of these animals responded enthusiastically whenever she came near.
She neared the end of the stables proper and peeked around the corner to the area where the various sleighs were kept. Her father had four sleighs, though he could only ride in one each year. Each of them were of slightly different designs, having been built in times past for previous bearers of the Mantle and Name of Santa Claus. Or Sinter Klaus, or Saint Nicholas or Father Christmas or one of many other names they used interchangeably around the globe, depending upon which country they traveled within. They all worked perfectly, in spite of their age, since the elves kept each one in pristine condition. It only depended upon the whim of any given Santa each year of his reign as to which he would be using.
Krissy noticed no one else was around, so she wandered in and looked around, as she had so many times before since the first time she had found herself within this area that for the most part was off limits to everyone other than those assigned to work there. She ran a hand along the sleek lines of the sleigh closest to her and stepped up into it, seating herself right where she fancied her father sat when he selected this particular sleigh for his annual ride. She lifted the reigns in her hands and gave them a flick. It felt good, so she flicked them again, harder this time. A sharp crack sounded from the snap of the leather straps and she shivered, imagining the same sound as the straps were used against her bare ass. She shuddered once more, all throughout her body this time, enjoying the sting of the leather as it came in contact with her tender flesh.