Christmas Sparkle 
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
Santa's magical dust bring a sparkle to each & everyone at Christmas!

Christmas Sparkle

It was late, or was it early, which ever it was it was still dark and Adrian
woke with a thirst, his hand reached out towards the bedside cabinet but he
realised there was nothing their 'shit, forgot to bring a drink up!' He
slowly, lazily pushed the quilt cover back and dragged his legs over and off
of the bed, as he pushed himself up to go downstairs and get himself a drink
an idea came to him, 'presents ... tress ... no one around at this time!' He
thought it a good idea to gather up all he Christmas presents he'd brought and
wrapped, and then at 03:00AM, take them downstairs and put them under the tree
while no one was about 'good idea!' Well he was going downstairs anyway, so it
would kill two birds with one stone, so to speak!

After rummaging around for a bit, he found himself with an armful of presents
making his way, carefully down the stairs. Luckily for him his Sister was
staying over at a friend's tonight and his parents where both heavy sleepers,
or were they out as well? Never mind either way he would get this over and
done with now. Halfway down the stairs, as the presents nearly topped out of
the lads half sleepy hands, he was beginning to think this was 'maybe' not his
best idea. But he did, finally, make it to the bottom, all in one piece, him
as well as the presents so that was good.

Having successfully negotiated the stairs Adrian breathed a sigh of relief,
the difficult part was over, so a little bit more relaxed, he headed to the
living room where the tree was, the next bit would be easy, nothing could go
wrong. Well the lad hadn't taken into consideration the dog, Rusty, who
suddenly and out of nowhere made a dash, just in front of Adrian. The youth
tried to stop, but couldn't, he tried to get out of the way but went the wrong
way, he tried to stay upright and on his feet. But all he did was stagger,
stubble and wobble, until finally THUD! "OOOOWWWHHH!"

The young lad had stumbled forwards and banged straight into the firm, round
backside of a woman bent over in his living room. As the lad gripped onto the
sides of this firm arse, a female rear, he looked down and realised this
'stranger' wasn't someone he knew or recognised? As he'd 'knocked' into her,
there had been a large puff of smoke, glitter and dust, that had gone up, due
to the lad ramming into her arse. Now as the dust and glitter all cleared
around him, he could make out what, or who, was in front of him. The presents
had gone everywhere and now the dust was falling down on them, and all around
the lad who hands where still gripping that woman's arse. She was defiantly a
woman, dressed in red and bent over in his living room, who was she, how did
she get there and another point was, as his hands could now testify, 'wow
she's got a good arse!'

Rewind a bit and this woman, the one dressed in red was none other than Mrs
Santa, out on her own little evening out to see who's been naught and who's
been nice? Back at home, in the north pole and Mr Santa was still getting
ready for his big day, so this was a perfect opportunity for Mrs Santa to
sneak out and see a bit of the world herself. She had just said she was
'nipping out to the shops' but Mr Santa never took any notice, far too busy
checking his list, again!

She hitched up the single sleigh and cheekily grab a bag of magic dust for
herself. Now as the name suggests this 'dust' has some enchanted properties,
it allows Mr Santa to get all his work done in one night, he can get inside
people's house, he knows what presents each child wants, and can make time go
really slowly, so he can do it all in one night. But it's not perfect magic
dust, it doesn't hide the user all the time, hence that memory lots of people
have of 'was that Santa I saw or was I dreaming?" So probably, if you think
you remember something, or thought you saw something, then the chances are
that you did see him. The dust can't tell good, from bad, that Santa's job to
make sure the dust is only used on the right peoples presents, don't want any
mix ups, and that's why he has a list!

So Mrs Santa 'nipped out to the shops', but in reality, she was flying around
high above the city and thinking to herself 'I wonder what all those people
down there are doing right now?' After all her husband, Mr Santa, keeps going
on about all the good little boys and girls and how they should get presents.
But what about the naughty ones? Mrs Santa, had done this trip out before,
last years, and for some reason she liked that trip, so was happy to do it
again this year. And again, Mrs Santa was drawn towards the city, to visit
this place with all its naughty people.

So, she headed down onto the rooftops and went and had a look for herself,
again! With the help of a bit of magic dust, Mrs Santa was soon inside the
first house. Hopefully no one would see her, one of the other things about
magic dust was that when you had it on you, instantly the closer you got to
someone the more you knew about them and what they wanted! That was how Mr
Santa knew what presents each good child should get, for Mrs Santa it gave her
a 'different' idea of what people wanted! Inside the house and Mrs Santa crept
downstairs, where she could hear some moans and groans, so went to
investigate. They were coming from the living room and the kitchen! Mrs Santa
popped her head round the living room door, 'Oh Dear!'

There was a delightful young lad, naked, and laid back on the couch, in front
of him, on her knees was an older woman who was leant forwards and had his
large cock firmly trapped between her hugh tits, pounding him like there was
no tomorrow! Mrs Santa instantly knew that the lad was Sammy and he and his
sister Samantha, their parents weren't that original with names, had come
around to see their neighbours, Mr & Mrs Fallon, to give them their presents.
Currently Mrs Fallon had unwrapped her present and was 'enjoying' the lads
'candy cane' cock. Mrs Santa dragged herself away and peered around the
kitchen door, where the lovely Samantha was on her knees sucking on me
Fallon's cock! 'My, My!' Mr Fallon was leaning against the large, solid,
kitchen table and somehow Mrs Santa could sense that soon there would be a
Christmas bird being stuffed, thoroughly, on that table!

Mrs Santa got a 'feeling' and nipped next door to check this out 'Just as I
thought!' Sam and Samantha's parents, Mr & Mrs Dawson, where also on the
receiving end of their own special present, the Fallon's daughter, Terri. Who
was current up in bed with Mr Dawson sucking on her toes whilst his wife, Mrs
Dawson was eagerly lapping on Terri's nipples! Mrs Santa could obviously see
that there was a lot of generous giving between these two families, so when
she got back home she would just check to see if they were on the naughty or
nice list?

After making sure all the giving was being done properly, Mrs Santa moved on
and around the city, she stopped off at some kind of a sports clubs, that was
in full swing. Santa's wife thought this would be an ideal place to see a
group of people coming together to enjoy themselves just before Christmas. So,
when she magicked herself inside, she was a little surprised at what was going
on. This was a local judo club, a club that had gone through a 'few' changes,
the old, strict, arrogant, pushy male sensei, a man called Errol had been
'replaced.' The new sensei, was now a much more delightful, much more open
minded, in many ways, and a more skilled sensei. Plus, a much better looking
sensei, a sensei with a different touch!

Sensei Tanya had 'taken over' from sensei Errol after she had shown him who
was the better, her! She was far better than him on the judo mat, far better
person, a better sensei in fact better at everything (Reader may wish to read
the previous stories Dojo Rules & Dojo Revenge)! And once Tanya had taken over
she had changed things here, for the better, all the members that attended the
judo club where more than happy and impressed with their new sensei. The good
looking and once quiet woman, now showed her true skills and talents on the
mats, she had also, with a bit of encouragement, started a little private
group within the judo club.

When the main club wasn't meeting, this select group came together for Tanya
to go through a few different skills with them and it was now one of these
private group meetings that Mrs Santa now looked in on. There were five pairs
on the mats, all in full gi outfits, five males, five females and it was the
women who were defiantly in control here. The 'couples' were all on the mats,
in a sort of semicircle and on the floor. The men were laying on their backs
and in quiet a lot of pain, as well as having the humiliation of being held in
a very uncomfortable position by the women that were controlling them.

Each of these women was sat down, behind her man and with her legs wrapped
around and hooked nicely around the man's head, and with the man's arms also
held, each woman was in full control of the man she held, tightly. There had
been a 'full' demonstration of this by Tanya on her 'assistant' the former,
debunked and humiliated sensei Errol. This group consisted of Tanya's friend,
Mel, who was enjoying squeezing her boyfriend, Dino. Then a new member Debbie
who was showing her strong, young Nephew just what Aunties legs can do! Next
in the circle was Mrs Robinson whose firm hold was tightening on husband Mr
Robison's neck. The attractive Robinson family had been coming to the judo
club for a while now and knew Tanya from before she'd 'taken over.' And now
Tanya was in charge the Robinson's were firm favourites with her.

Going around and Master Robinson, the young lad, the cute Ricky, was being put
under pressure by his Sister, Tammy. Now this young lady had never been into
judo, or any martial arts, but when Tanya took over Mrs Robinson had talked
her Daughter around into trying it out. And unsurprisingly the young girl had
really taken to this marital arts stuff. The only problems was, when the
private group met there was only a few of them and as she didn't have anyone
else to drag along, it meant her brother became her partner, the one she would
try all these new moves out on!

Lastly in all this was Tanya herself, and for these private group meetings
there was her 'demonstration toy' the old sensei and now very bruised and
humbled Errol. The tall black man had been thrown, kicked and smashed down
into the mats, as usually and now the sensei was showing just what to do when
you finally get 'your' assistant down. Tanya showed what to do and the other
women where now copying, Mrs Santa watched and was quite fascinated as each of
these women were really 'giving' a lot to their men. Tanya carried on with her
lesson "alright ladies now lean right back and squeeze hard, just like this!"
UUUUHHHHH! Errol was hurting even more now, which amused the other women as
they all now tired this ARRRRHHHH! The room filled with more moans and groans
from the men, and a few cracking sounds as those strong female legs and firm
thighs were squeezed even tighter.

Eventually the lesson was over, the women delighted with what they had learnt,
and the men recovering as best they could. The woman all thanked Tanya for yet
another simulation group meeting and now they all dragged their man off
towards the changing rooms and the showers! There would be a few other things
going on before everyone finally left the building tonight. At this point,
Tanya dragged the hurt and weary Errol over to the young Robinson girl. It was
usually at this point for Tammy and the sensei to exchange assistants. This
meant Tammy got to grips with Errol, which she liked, a lot, and Tanya, she
got to lather up in the shower with the cute Ricky, so that was very good!
Even though Tanya liked to beat down on Errol during session to enforce her
dominance of him, she had a soft spot for young Ricky and enjoyed him in a
different way!

Mrs Santa was very pleased with this extra exchange of gifts, in fact she had
been delighted with everything she saw and again would be sure to check that
all these wonderful people where on the right list for Christmas. But before
she left the slightly naughty Mrs Santa used her magic dust to turn on all the
showers and fill them with some very foamy, sensual, lathery and loving
bubbles. When the women stepped into their cubical, dragging their assistant
in with them, it would give them a bit extra 'vigour', so they could 'really'
enjoy their 'hot' shower!

With everyone in a lather, Mrs Santa moved onto her next place of interest to
visit. The sleigh came down on an old building that looked as if it was in
need of knocking down more than anything else, but still Mrs Santa dusted
herself off with some magic dust and transported herself inside. The place was
quiet dark and very dimly lit, the high windows allowed light to come in but
the dull wooded covered walls seemed to eat into this light. Mrs Santa moved
about and by the distinct smell of the place she could tell it was some sort
of gym! Then as her eyes got accustom to the light and she could make a line
of hanging punch bags and past them a large boxing ring.

There was a light further up and along in the large room, so he headed there,
as she past the punch bags a low moan caught her attention, as did the rather
battered looking man that was tied to the bag by a couple of skipping ropes.
He looked as if he'd been put through his paces in a very severe way. But now
he looked as if he was quite content in his sleep of the wary, so Mrs Santa
thought it best not to disturb him and free him just yet. As she was about to
walk away another low groan made her aware of a second man tied to the next
punch bag, and looking just as hurt and beaten as the first. 'What could be
going on here?'

She carried on and made her way towards the light and there was a set of doors
partial open. Mrs Santa peered around them and 'Well I never!' The room was
another boxing room, a smaller version of the main one she'd just walked
through but still a boxing room. The large boxing ring in the centre of the
room gave that away, as did the various equipment and punch bags around the
side of the room, but this time with no one tied to them!

The other difference here, was that where people in this room and it looked as
if there was some kind of training session taking place. Inside the ring were
two men, both of them where tall, strong, board, even powerful looking, black
men, Mrs Santa grinned. But it wasn't these men who were fighting, training
with each other, there was someone else in the ring. She was Katrina, a young
pretty little thing with her longish blond curly hair, her good looks, sparkly
blue eyes and that subtle pink shade on her lips (Reader may wish to read The
Contender & The Champ).

Both the men were dressed for the ring, in their boots, shorts and gloves, so
was the girl, but her outfit was a bit more striking, a little bit more
noticeable. In her yellow boxing boots, short grey school skirt, just her
black bra and a pair of dirty looking yellow boxing gloves. But on closer
inspection Mrs Santa could see it wasn't dirt on those gloves, but smeared
blood. This matched the battered, bruised and bloody faces of the two men in
the ring with her.

This gym, the old fashion gym Eddie used to own had been 'acquired' by
Katrina's Father who himself was a boxing promoter. And now with the gym
'acquired', and there waiting for her, his Daughter could follow her own
interest in the sport and get into the ring to practice 'whenever she
pleased!' As with any sport practice makes perfect and Katrina was determined
to be a good as she could get!

The men in the ring had both been put through their evening session by the
young eastern European girl, she'd taken on both men in the ring at the same
time and still she was coming out on top. In fact, she looked quite stunning
as if a single blow hadn't been laid on her, that wasn't the case for the two
men, Kingsley and Elliot, who both looked terrible!

Kingsley was in one of the corners, he'd fallen back into it and the top ropes
that his arms where resting on, seemed to be the only thing keeping him still
up on his feet. As for Elliot, he was across on the other side of the ring,
and also against the ropes, this man was again in a bad way as he wiped the
blood away from his face with the back of his glove. Katrina, with that kind
of cute eastern European accent of hers, was in much better shape. In fact,
the girl looked very good and had an air of total confidence about her, that
was clear in her voice when she said "I come for you now Mr boxer man."
Confidence oozed from her, so much so that as she now slowly walked towards
Kingsley, trapped in the corner, her arms where down and her gloves where by
her side.

Kingsley eye moved from one side to the other trying to make up his mind which
way to, try, and make his escape. Katrina was close now, then she did a sort
of a skip, followed by a hop, then a jump, and boy 'what a jump!' Up she went,
high, Kinsley's eyes opened winded at the same time his jaw dropped 'Shit!' As
she went up, Katrina now spins, a full twirling spin and out shots her leg,
just in time for her foot to ... ..CRUNCH! OOOUUUHHH!

The girls boot slams hard into the side of the tall, strong man's jaw, sending
the normally tough fighter over the top rope and plunging down to the floor
outside the ring THUD! As Katrina came back down onto the canvas floor she
turned towards a scared looking Elliot. He was still resting against the ropes
on the far side, but that distance was very quickly made into nothing as the
girl threw herself into a roll and travelled so fast across the canvas that
the man didn't have time to move before CRASH!

She'd rolled and rolled and skilled the man over, knocking another tall strong
man down and this time back to the canvas floor. As his back hit the canvas
there was another resounding thud as the girl came out of nowhere and slammed
herself down on him. All Elliot saw was that blood stained yellow glove go up
high, where it seemed to hoover over him for an eternity, then WHACK! Now both
gloves started to rain down on him, beating the poor boxer for all he was
worth.

Mrs Santa watched intently as the girl in the ring seemed to be giving a lot
to the two men she was 'training' with 'that was nice of her.' It was also now
that Mrs Santa noticed another woman who was sat down quietly, out the way and
watching what was going on in the ring. This was Natasha, she was attractive,
late 20, maybe very early 30's at most, with short black hair and sunglasses,
'indoors?' She worn leather boots and trousers, that covered her long shapely
legs, then a quite garish leopard skin pattern long sleeve blouse, but somehow
it so suited her. Some said she was Katrina's Mother, 'Really!' But whatever,
now she just watched.

On either side of her was a young lad, stood in silence, head down, and
knowing their place. These lads were the young boxer of the club, and paid for
their training by doing all the cleaning, tidying up and anything else that
was required, learning their trade from the bottom up. But now they had a
different job! Mrs Santa could sense from Natasha what she wanted for
Christmas, and with a flick of magic dust the showers at the far end of the
gym burst into hot, lathery life!

Natasha felt the showers 'calling her' and got up heading that way, the young
lads automatically followed her. It would take her past the two men lashed to
the punch bags, that she had dealt with earlier, but she had no time for them
now. Inside the ring, Katrina would carry on with Elliot and when he was
nearly out cold she would leave him and go back to Kingsley, just to make this
last as long as she could! Mrs Santa now left happy that the nice little girl
was sharing her 'love' and making friends in the boxing ring, and also Natasha
was cleaning those boys up with lots of soapy action in the shower. 'What was
is about women, and showers around here?' Time to move on.

Mrs Santa moved across the evening sky and now landed on a building that was
just off the main shopping area, Mrs Santa though this would be an ideal
location for some fancy restaurant or one of those night club places. By
coincidence there was a council notice in the side of the building, informing,
those who do actually read these notices. That this building was in the
process of becoming an establishment for the use of entertainment, what every
that was meant to mean?

Inside and Mrs Santa looked around, the place had had various different uses
over the years, from a shop to a bar, to a gym and along the way a wholesaler
and a carpet warehouse. All had failed and now it lay empty, disused, and
scattered about the shell of a building were the signs of it previous
incarnations. Now it lay abandoned waiting for its next lease of life CLUNCK!
CLUNCK! CLUNCK! Mrs Santa watched as an empty can of something scooted across
the messy floor, kicked by the boot of ... ... ?

There was stood a petite and quite attractive older woman, she was Miss
Heartless, sometimes know also a Ms Heartless, a little game she liked to
play, 'guess what mood I'm in.' Call her by the wrong title and you might
upset her! The Heartless woman, with her short fair hair, was a 40 something
good looking woman, the faint lines around the eyes did not hide her age, but
enhanced it. Her bold blue eyes stood out as did her thin, but not too thin,
lips, with a subtle shade of pink lipstick.

There was something else about this woman, not just her good looks but a
certain air about her. She was well to do, high-class, posh maybe, but there
was also something else, she could get down and get her hands dirty when she
needed to, that was for sure. A sophisticated woman with a tough side. She was
dressed in a long leopard skin coat, with all the fur trim and as she walked
into an open area and stopped, her arms moved, her coat opened and her hands
came to rest on her hips now the full woman was on display. Petite she might
be but her body was good, firm, strong and curvy in all the right places. Her
black boost, white riding jodhpurs and a tight zebra pattern top did not
enhance her fashion credibility, but it did make her look quite hot!

This was Miss Heatless, or Ms Heartless if you caught her on a 'bad' day!
(Reader may wish to read the previous stories starting with Closing the Deal).

A strong woman in more than one way and Mrs Santa could see that, there was
also talk that this Miss Heartless had once been a been a bit of a boxer and
even beat a man, a prize champion, but that was only a rumour!

Behind this older woman was her constant companion, a much younger girl in
high heeled short boots, tight leggings and crop top, with a small leather
jacket over her to keep out the cold. She had long dark hair and even though
most of her face was in the shadows you just knew she would be quite good
looking. Miss Heatless looked around the empty place and nodded to herself
'this would do nicely!'

She'd decided to indulge herself in a little business venture and had a
'friend!' in the property market who had found this old disused building for
her, at a very surprising knocked down price! She had an idea for a place of
entertainment for certain women, like minded women, a place to come and relax
in, to enjoy themselves! Well Miss Heartless had tried so many different
things in her life property acquisition, stable manager, boxer, yes boxer and
so many other things, but 'nightclub owner' that sounded different,
interesting!

Just then the group of workmen turned up, 5 tough men, led by a foreman, the
short, slightly fat, older man, Bernard. The work party stopped to look at the
attractive older woman and her 'friend' in the shadows, Bernard moved into the
open area where Miss Heatless was thinking her plans through. "Right the
building is secured and safe, we've finished for now and be back in the new
year ... ... " Miss Heartless stared at the man, stopped him and berated him
there and then, she was not happy. Expression like 'you work for me' and 'I
tell you when you are finished' also 'I want this completed in a month do you
understand' these where replied to with 'I've been in this business for ... '
and 'no one works over the holidays' also 'I tell you what my men do and when
they ... ... '

The workmen all grinned knowing that when Bernard gets going 'he tells the
employer' exactly what's what, 'no one messes with Bernard and certainly not
some novice female who thinks ... ... ' WHACK! 'OH!' There had been a flash of
leopard skin as the older woman's arm had come hurtling around and smacked
Bernard in the side of his jaw. The normally hard nose foreman was caught by
total surprise and felt that one!

Ms Heartless had had enough, she had told this man what to do and he wasn't
doing it, he should be working, people who don't do as she tells them end up
regretting it! The foreman went staggering backwards and straight into the
group of workmen, all of whom were shocked by what had just happened. Two men
grabbed Bernard as he fell, while the other three stepped forward! Ms
Heartless, smiled as she throws off her long leopard skin coat. The girl in
the shadows reached out and grabbed the coat before it landed on the dirty
floor, 'can't have that happening!'

As the three men approached 'Ms Heartless' stepped forward, now Miss Heatless
was a reasonable woman, so long as everything was done her way, but now she
had that positive feeling these men were not going to do as they were told.
Unless she persuaded them otherwise! CRACK! The first man fared no better than
Bernard as a strong female fist drove hard into the centre of his face, but
this man's face was a lot softer and his nose exploded, splattering blood
everywhere. One punch and he was down, 'now for number two', but he was a bit
more with it and was already launching himself at the 'helpless' woman,
WOOSSHH! THUD!

He'd come at the woman, but she was stronger and faster than he had imagined,
he was grabbed as he dived at her, he felt himself come up off the floor, fly
through the air, then slam into the floor. Dust and muck going up into the air
as he hits the ground, Ms Heartless had grabbed him, turned and pounded the
man easily into the dirty floor. You wouldn't find a finer judo throw in any
local dojo! For a split second this throwing of the second man down, had
stopped the third man from making his move. He was stunned but what he'd seen,
but then again there was more to surprise him.

Ms Heartless flipped herself from one foot to the other, throwing herself into
a spin and the WALLOP! OOOUUUHHH! A perfect roundhouse kick took the third man
off his feet, sent him flying off and out cold at the same time, the woman's
boot had crashed into the side of his head and the man hadn't stood a chance
from that blow.

The two gawping men still holding onto Bernard, where pushing him up, these
two were confused 'had this really ... ... ' SMACK! OOOWWW! CRUNCH! ARRRRHHHH!
A firm fist and a solid boot gave them their answer and put both men on their
arses without them even realising the woman had come for them. So, with all
the men indisposed for the moment Ms Heartless could now have another
uninterrupted chat with the foreman about how they would all be working hard
over the holidays, uninterrupted, dedicated and focused so her new
establishment would be ready on time, or else!

As Ms Heartless carried on explaining to Bernard, exactly what he and his
men's 'commitments' where, ARRRRHHHH! The young girl stepped out of the
shadows, she'd placed the leopard skin coat down in a clean area and was now
free the keep the rest of the men busy until Ms Heartless came back for them!
WHACK! OOOUUUCCCHHH! SMACK! UUUUHHHHH! THUD! ARRRRHHHH! CRACK! OOOWWWHHH!
CRUNCH! EEEEHHHHH!

When Ms Heartless re-joined in with the group of workmen, the 'fun' was only
starting!

Miss Heatless was no stranger to any of this tough stuff. In her time, she'd
been everything for a lover to a fighter, from a preacher to a sinner and from
a good person to a bad person. But some of all that had been a long time a
good and it was difficult to remember just when she had been that good ... ...
But thinking about it Miss Heartless was still really very good, very, very
good, in a bad kind of way! Even so Mrs Santa was impressed with the way that
Miss Heartless had made sure that these men where fully busy over Christmas.
After all a man with time on his hands can only get into trouble so the busier
a man was, the better, and these men would be very busy, so everything was
fine.

Mrs Santa was sure these women will be on one of Santa's list, but not sure
'which' list, 'Oh never mind' time to move on again ... ... .

Moments later and Mrs Santa was on another rooftop, this time it was just an
ordinary house, not much could happen here?

Inside and it was all quiet there was no one about, no one was moving, not
even a mouse ... ... But there was a lazy dog that just looked up at the
strange woman dressed in red who seemed to appear out of nowhere. Then the dog
moved around made herself comfortable again and when back to sleep. Mrs Santa
looked around, it was a nice looking house, big, with lots of decorations and
a tree in the living room. Under it where lots of presents and Mrs Santa bent
over to have a look at how generous people had been in this household.

As she looked at the various wrapped gifts and tried to guess what they were
from their shape Mrs Santa became distracted and didn't hear the lad with an
arm full of more presents enter the room, and THUD! She was taken by surprise
from the rear, the half-awake Adrian, bring down all his Christmas gifts for
his family hadn't seen the woman bent over there. He never expected anyone to
be there, and was more concerned with the presents he was carrying when he'd
bumped her in the rear.

The shock had being rammed by the lad had certainly surprised Mrs Santa, and
it had knocked all that magic dust off of her and up into the air, so
revealing the woman fully to the lad. Adrian's presents went flying and he
grabbed onto the nearest thing to steady himself, so he got quite a shock when
he looked down to see he way holding onto the firm arse of an attractive older
woman bent over and dressed like Father Christmas!

As the bump, had occurred and Adrian had seen the quite tasty and good looking
older woman with her short fair hair and bright red lips, who he quite liked
straight away (even though she was at least a few hundred, and a few hundred
more, or so years old, but still only looked a stunning 43). And as Mrs Santa
had looked around and seen the tall, sweet, delectable young lad holding onto
her arse! As she said 'OOOHHH! and he said 'HMMMMM!' the magic dust that was
all around them started to draw on their wishes and began to work!

Mrs Santa felt a sudden bugle in her rear and Adrian felt and new home for his
... ... ! Something was defiantly happening here!

Quicker than it takes to wave a magic wand and Mrs Santa had lost most of her
normal refinedness, as she pulled at the lads short and released his now
growing cock. The magic dust had a real way of bringing everyone's true wishes
out, as for Adrian he didn't need any encouragement to stick that cock of his
in the welcoming, warm, moist mouth of the attractive Milf dressed up as
Santa. It didn't take long for Mrs Santa oral skills to come back to life, and
soon she was back to her best with that tongue of hers. It had been a long
year since she had used her mouth like this, and that had been on another trip
here to the city as well!

With Adrian, all hard and ready, Mrs Santa bent over the sofa and presented
her rear for the lad to grab again, it was time for some serious Christmas
giving! "OOOWWWHHHH! YES!"

The lad had the older woman over the sofa, on the sofa, at the back of the
sofa and in a number of other places and positions. Mrs Santa had sucked on
that cock, rammed it between her tits and ridden it so many times that night.
Finally, and after Adrian had given all he could and some more, he collapsed
on the sofa. Mrs Santa was very grateful for the cute lad's generous gift
giving and would be sure to put Adrian to the top of her list. Not Mr Santa's
good list, but her own list she was starting!

Adrian came too, that sudden startle as if just coming out of dream, he was on
the sofa and he was alone, 'was it a dream?' Well his exhausted body didn't
think so, he looked at the clock 03:05AM 'Surly not?' His presents where still
all scattered over the floor, so something had happened? He gathered them up,
placed then under the tree and went back to bed, still confused about what had
happened tonight.

On the house rooftop Mrs Santa got back into her sleigh, she still had some
magic dust left so could go and visit a few 'friends' she had made last year
before finally heading off back home, so off she went.

Christmas day soon came and in Adrian's house everything went as normal, all
the lad's family had come around and presents where exchanged before they were
all due to sit down for Christmas dinner.

Adrian handed his present out to his family and gathered relatives, as he did
this, images of that night flashed before him, images of a woman, a sexy older
woman dressed up in a Santa clause outfit, and him shagging the woman on the
sofa where his Aunts and Mother now sat. His cock going backwards and forwards
between two large, firm breasts, he could almost feel that, and dust ... ...
'No magic dust', falling all over the presents he'd just given out!

Somehow this all seemed very, very real to the lad and as he nervously sat
down and the present where opened he became very anxious, as he watched and
not entirely sure now that what he'd brought was actually what he had given
out!

Uncle Terry was Adrian Father's Brother, and married to Aunty Gemma, a tall,
strong man who used his physique to bully people from the start and carried on
like this all the time. He was due to get his normal men's toiletry gift bag
... ... But, this year he received a membership to a judo club 'That's
different, but very nice.' Terry had done some martial arts some years ago,
but work commitments meant he'd stopped doing all that, but now! 'Yes, it
would be good to get back into this' he thanked his Nephew and read the
booklet about the club, 'an intimate group, recently taken over by sensei
Tanya, who has a hands-on approach to everything that goes on in the club ...
... ' 'A female sensei?' Terry liked the sound of that, he knew he still had
the moves and could probably still impress and defiantly out do any female!

Aunty Gemma opened her gift, wonder why her husband now had a silly grin on
his face. She opened the box and peered inside, expecting the normal smelly
gift set, but ... ... 'OH!' The box contained a delicate silk negligee, in
black and purple, 'Oh' indeed. A simple note also said 'wear this and think of
me, and I'll be there, anytime.' The good-looking brunette knew that her
Nephew had 'noticed' her these past couple of years, but this? Gemma, just
smiled and pulled the box lid down, hoping no one would ask what was inside.
It had been sometime since she'd been brought anything so lovely and sexy, and
from her Nephew, whatever next? She looked over at her 'naughty' smiling
Nephew 'You can smile boy, I've plans for you!' Aunty Gemma liked the idea of
negligee and Nephew, she liked the idea a lot!

Adrian sat there and just grinned, he knew his Uncle Terry hadn't unwrapped
the present he got him and by the look on Aunty Gemma's face, well it was
almost as if she'd received the gift that he'd really wanted to get her!
Somehow the lad started to think that, 'that dream' about him and Mrs Santa,
plus the fact that there was obviously something going on with the presents,
was all this ... ... . 'Oh Dear, maybe it had actually happened!'

Uncle Jonathan was the next to open his present and instead of his normal
Christmas jumper he was very pleased to open up a present containing an
invitation to take part in a training camp at 'Eddie's Gym.' "Wow a boxing
training camp, haven't done that in years, that's great", Jonathan had been a
member of Eddie's gym years ago. He remembered the old cigar smoking coach who
worked everyone so hard down there, those where good times, 'wonder if the
place has changed much?'

Aunty Janice, Adrian's Father's Sister, smiled at her husband's reaction to
his present 'thank god, that will get his out from under my feet!' She was
please that 'she would also befit' from the present as well, no Jonathan
around for a while, 'great!' Then she looking into the box that was her
present, 'OH!' There was a pair of long, shiny, black leather boots, high
heeled long black, shiny, leather boots and Aunty Janice did like her boots! A
simple note also said 'wear these and walk over me, anytime.' The lovely,
curly haired redhead had seen her Nephews eyes fall on her and thought he
might have a liking for her, now she knew. She closed the box from prying eyes
and looked over to her smiling Nephew. Things could be changing soon, as when
her husband wasn't in the way and under her feet, her Nephew could now be
under her boots and at her pleasure. Aunty Janice liked the idea of boots and
a boy, she liked the idea a lot!

Aunty Helen, Adrian's Mother's Sister, was the last of the relative that where
around for Christmas day, she wasn't married as men didn't appear high on her
list of likes, not that she disliked men, but found women to be more to her
liking. Her normal Christmas gift was scarfs and gloves, or something to do
with animals, she had cats and a dog and liked our furry friends. She was the
strong one in the family, the tall one, a regular gym goer, and the one Adrian
always felt a bit intimidated by. As she opened her box, she gave a slight
grin, there was a new collar and long lead with Adrian's name etched in the
collar, alongside it was a pair of very long all silk gloves, long, lush,
lilac and lovely. A simple note also said 'take me for a walk, anytime.' The
stunning short haired blond, knew her Nephew was cute and that she intimidated
him, which was good. She closed her box up, maybe it was time to go back, to a
bit of boy loving, and maybe she'd just found the right boy? Aunty Helen liked
the idea of a lead on a lad, she liked the idea a lot!

As Adrian sat there, slightly worried, he had a sudden image in his mind of
tickets, judo and boxing, that was fine, nothing wrong there, or so he
thought. Then there was another sudden flash in his head and he saw images of
three boxes' and, negligee's, boots, and collar & lead! Suddenly he realised
he could put each of these 'gifts' to an Aunt of his 'Oh Dear!' Especially as
each of his Aunts where all now smiling at him, in an unusually away!

Just then Adrian's Mum and Dad each started to open their presents from their
Son. Adrian sat there wondering, praying that everything would be alright ...
... !