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Mrs. Claus' Secret Ingredient

"That's it for this batch of Gingerbread Men," chirped Trixie the elf. "Shall we start on the Sugarplums, Mrs. Claus?" Santa's wife was gazing out the window of the Christmas cookie kitchen in the direction of her husband's toy workshop.

"Mrs. Claus?" Trixie said again. "You seem distracted. Is something up?"

"Oh dear," the woman said. "It's what isn't up that's bothering me."

"I'm not sure what you mean," the elf replied.

"Oh...fiddlesticks!" Mrs. Claus wrung her apron in her hands. "Can I tell you something confidential, woman to woman? Mr. Claus, he's been having, well, trouble lately. In the bedroom.

"It's so embarrassing. I don't know what to do," she sighed. "I've tried to get him to see his doctor, but he just makes excuses. He says he's just tired, or worried about the toy orders. I've been patient, but I have needs too. I even went so far as to get myself one of those jackrabbit vibrators." Her already ruddy cheeks flushed deeper crimson.

"Say no more, Mrs. Claus," the elf said spryly. "I have just the thing you need." From the pocket of her green jumper Trixie produced a blue diamond-shaped pill. "This should solve your problem, and Santa's."

"Is that...Viagra?" Mrs. Claus asked.

"You betcha," said the elf. "One dose of this, and Santa will be back to his old self."

"Well, heavens to Betsy," said Mrs. Claus, tucking the pill into her apron. "I don't know how to thank you."

Later that night, as Santa was getting ready to turn in, Mrs. Claus went into action. She had ground the blue pill into a fine powder, and now sprinkled it gingerly into a glass of eggnog.

"Oh Santa," she called out. "I made up a batch of your favorite eggnog. Can I bring you a glass?"

"Don't mind if I do," Santa chuckled. "I hope you didn't put too much rum in it. That gives me a headache."

"No, Sweetie, I tried a different recipe this time. I think you'll like it." She handed him the glass.

"Delicious!" he pronounced, after taking a gulp. "It's got a little extra kick to it."

You have no idea, thought Mrs. Claus, and sat back to wait for the effects. Santa was sitting in his recliner reading the paper, and after about 15 minutes, Mrs. Claus approached him, coming up behind him to massage his neck.

"Tough day in the toyshop, dear?" she asked, kneading his shoulders.

"Ohhh," he groaned, "That feels wonderful. Don't stop." She continued her rubbing, caressing his curls and running her fingers through his beard the way she knew he liked.

After a few minutes, she looked down toward Santa's lap and saw that the Viagra had begun to work it's magic. "Well, well," she said. "Looks like your toy soldier is at attention."

"By golly, you're right, Mrs. Claus," Santa declared. "I thought the little rascal had gone AWOL for good."

"Well, why don't we just march him straight to the bedroom and put him back on active duty." Mrs. Claus grabbed Santa's arm and eagerly urged him toward their bed.

Off came their clothes, and sure enough, Santa's boner stood proudly erect and larger than ever.

"Ready or not, here I come," Santa cried as he dove into the bed and mounted Mrs. Claus.

"Oh, I'm ready," she squealed delightedly. "Believe me, I'm ready."

They fucked greedily, hungry for each other's bodies after such a long dry spell. Santa kept pumping and pumping, amazed at his newfound virility, while Mrs. Claus writhed in pleasure beneath him. When he finally shot his load, she had already come twice.

They were cuddling and enjoying the afterglow when Mrs. Claus felt a familiar nudge against her thigh. "Guess who's back?" she said, playfully tugging on his dong.

"Jumping Jehosephat!" Santa exclaimed, his member now fully engorged again. "Let's do it doggy style this time!"

After a few more rounds, they were both exhausted and fell asleep content. But bright and early the next day, Santa awoke with morning wood.

"Hot damn, woman," he said to his wife. "I feel like the Energizer Bunny." They had another quickie fuck before Santa headed off to the workshop with a spring in his step.

"Everything go OK, Mrs. Claus?" Trixie asked when she arrived in the kitchen.

"Worked like a charm," Santa's wife answered with a grin. "I was wondering if you could get me some more of those little blue pills...I have a big batch of eggnog to make up."

 

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