Santa Deserves
a Present, Too

A Fantasy

RICHARD O STEELE

Jay Bloomquist was not sure exactly how he had gotten talked into playing Santa Claus for a bunch of kids from the Cabrini-Green housing project. Certainly, the twenty-seven year-old executive didn't look like Jolly Old Saint Nick. A clean-shaven, 6' 2", 180 pound, toned and buffed young bachelor doesn't seem like the Kris Kringle type. Not at all. Why him?
    Even if the "why" was a mystery, however, the "how" most certainly was not. Prairie State Fasteners, Inc., the company of which Jay was vice-president and general counsel, was located on Goose Island in Chicago, only a few blocks west of Cabrini-Green, a notorious public housing project just off Chicago's near north side. In an attempt to be a good neighbor (and perhaps as insurance against vandalism), the company sponsored a yearly Christmas party for kids from one of the Cabrini-Green buildings. The party was held in Prairie State's employee cafeteria, and Christmas goodies were served. All kids ten and under were invited and Christmas presents (a $10 cap on price) were presented to all partygoers in attendance.
    The presents were naturally to be given away by ... Santa Claus! One of Prairie State's executives traditionally played the part. The question of who was going to play the role of the white-whiskered benefactor this year had been the subject of good-natured speculation during the weeks before the party. Jay had assumed that Art Greene, the company's jovial, overweight sales manager was going to get the position by acclamation. But for his clean-shaven face, the white-haired fellow looked like Santa Claus! Jay supposed he played Santa Claus every year.
    Yet Art, the very prototype of St Nick, did not get the nod. Instead, Jay, who had joined the company only the previous July as general counsel after several years with a large law firm in the Loop and was thus attending his first Christmas party, found himself drafted for the role.
    When he replayed in his mind the events that had led up to his election as St Nick, Jay realized that he had not been talked into anything at all. He had, quite frankly, been drafted. Moreover, the entire procedure was very short on due process. He was neither asked nor consulted about the role. Instead, a group of his fellow executives � Art Greene included � simply walked into his office and announced the appointment. It was obviously a predetermined fa�t accompli. Perhaps as the executive employee with the least seniority, he got the nod by default.
    Oh, well � he would dutifully fill the role. He supposed that everyone had to take his turn. Based on the current population of the executive suite at Prairie State, Jay's number would not come up for another six years or so. He could live with that.

The Christmas party was being held on the Thursday evening before Christmas. The festivities were to begin at seven and end around eight; this would leave plenty of time for Jay to head east on Division Street to the singles bars clustered around the Rush Street area. Jay was notably handsome, suave, and very unattached. It was, in fact, a rare night on which he did not end up getting lucky in one of the many singles bars that peppered that area. Jay was very well known indeed in such boy-meets-girl venues as, say, Butch McGuire's or the bar at Gibson's steakhouse.
Hooking up was never a problem for Jay. Not with his good looks, muscular body, and smooth manner. Thank goodness for that; after this Christmas party, Jay was going to be in serious need of some adult company � young, beautiful, curvy, female company in particular! Given his track record, he was sure he would find it.

Jay was absolutely boiling! It was late December, the temperature outside was five above (twenty below with the wind chill), but yet he was burning up! God! Did the department store Santas he had seen as a kid suffer like this? Jay suddenly realized that playing Santa was no piece of cake � at least if you weren't naturally supplied with the necessary beard and padding.
    Well, Jay had been stuffed into his red suit. Naturally, a whole lot of padding had been inserted before the brass buttons were fastened. His beard was in place as well � thanks to some smelly, itchy glue! A long red hat with a white tassel completed the ensemble. Its function was apparently to act like the top to a pressure cooker by keeping Jay's body temperature somewhere around 110F! Jesus! Jay was glad to help with the effort, and he was sure enjoying the cute little kids from Cabrini-Green but � tell you what! � this party could wind up any time!
    The cafeteria had been carefully trimmed for Christmas. A large Christmas tree festooned with multicolored lights and seasonal decorations stood in a corner. A generous pile of presents nestled under its branches. Long chains of gold and silver tinsel were strung along the walls. The chains were a bit worn and tattered; they had obviously seen use at earlier parties. All and all, though, the room struck just the right holiday tone.
    Before playing his gift-giving role, Jay mingled with the guests. Naturally, the kids just loved to talk to Santa. One little boy made a strange comment, though. "When yo' wife goin' ta git here?" he asked.
    "My wife?" Jay asked. "I don't have a wife ... I'm single."
    The little boy persisted. "Oh, come on. Everbody know that you gots a wife. She come to this party ever' year! She sure be here lass year!" The youngster then grinned. "We likes ta see her 'cause she be real, real purty!"
    Jay smiled in return. "Well, not this year, I guess."
    As Jay settled into his oversized Santa chair, Art Greene approached from the kitchen. The dumpling-shaped fellow had a wide grin on his face. "Santa," he announced in a loud voice, "we figured that with all these presents to distribute, you could use a little help. So we thought we would surprise you by flying in Mrs Claus from the North Pole!" In response, all the kids yelled and clapped. They certainly seemed to think it was a good idea!!
    Jay looked around the room. For the first time, Jay noticed that the company contingent tonight was all male. What's more, without exception all of these fellow employees were grinning. Widely, in fact. What was going on here? Was the little boy right? Was there a Mrs Claus on tap?
    Art paused for a few seconds to increase the suspense. Then, he intoned, "And so, Santa, here she is! Say hello to Mrs Santa Claus!"

A vision in red and white breezed through the kitchen door into the dining area. No doubt about it � this just had to be Mrs Santa Claus. She was wearing a long red skirt and a white sweater decorated with embroidered snowflakes and reindeer. On her head she wore a red cap with a tassel just like the one perched atop her husband.
    As he scrutinized his "wife" a little more closely, Jay's eyes widened in surprise. Mrs Claus was really quite young; about twenty was Jay's guess. She was about 5' 7", with long, tumbling dark hair. She seemed to be very slim and trim.
    Jay soon saw that she was extremely, almost impossibly beautiful, as well. At first, she looked Italian or Latina. Upon closer inspection, though, Jay realized that she was an African-American. Her complexion was a very light milk chocolate in hue. Her face was really gorgeous; she had regular, nearly Caucasian features but for her lusciously swollen lips. This girl was an absolute Ten, if not more!
    Jay's eyes then roamed up and down her Mrs Claus costume. Although the skirt was floor length and a little roomy besides, Jay could tell from the hints being telegraphed through the cloth as she walked across the room that there were probably a sensational pair of legs hiding under that skirt. He was willing to bet her hips were fabulous as well.
    When his inspection moved up to the white sweater, Jay started to get a little short of breath. This girl, although slim everywhere else, had an amazingly gigantic pair of tits! Even though the sweater was loose fitting, her jumbo bosom absolutely jutted out of the while woolen material. Her jugs were the size of volleyballs! They were really firm and erect as well. The way they were distorting the embroidered figures on the sweater was unbelievably arousing. Man! Jay thought they might be the biggest, firmest pair of whoppers he had ever seen!
    Jay's mental picture of Santa's wife was of a gray-haired, plump old lady with rimless glasses and a warm smile. Well, this girl had the smile � a dazzling one at that � but otherwise....

"Hi, Santa," the young woman teasingly began. "It's so nice to be here with you instead of being all alone up at that nasty ol' North Pole."
    "I'll second that motion," Jay replied. He was getting the shivers from being so close to such a fabulously gorgeous, unbelievably built stunner!
Jay longed to reexamine his "wife's" massive tits; with a room full of little kids and fellow employees, though, he knew he would get caught in the act. Instead, he settled for gazing into her warm, liquid eyes. God! This girl was so fantastically beautiful!
    The rest of the evening went smoothly. The kids seemed to appreciate the fact that Santa's wife was black � and "purty," too! Once the gifts had been distributed, cookies and punch were served. Mr and Mrs Claus sat down at the place of honor at the head of the table. As they chatted, they found that they really enjoyed each other's company. It was fun to be together. Needless to say, this Christmas party had long since ceased to be a chore for Jay!
    "It's been fun helping you, Santa," Mrs Claus whispered, as the couple ate the last of their cookies and punch. "In fact, it's been lots of fun meeting you." The girl then smiled demurely. "It's even been fun pretending to be your wife." The young beauty shyly looked away for a moment and then added, "I'd be glad to stay after and help with the clean-up. Isn't that what wives are for?" she giggled.
    Once the kids had left to go back to Cabrini-Green, all the Prairie State employees in attendance helped restore the cafeteria to its pre-party state. By 8:45, the place was immaculate.

As soon as the work was done, Jay's fellow employees suddenly put on their coats, hats, scarves, and gloves and made haste to head for the parking lot. "Gotta run," was a typical apology as yet another person waved goodbye and hurriedly left. Jay had never seen the place empty out so quickly!
    Yet Mrs Claus made no move to leave. In fact, before long, she and Jay were the only ones left into the building. Mrs Claus gave Jay a big smile and pulled off her hat. The way her long, thick hair bounced down to a point nearly at the small of her back was very intoxicating. Jay was suddenly starting to get very interested in what the rest of the evening might offer. He even snuck a couple of peeks at her massive jugs. Mrs Claus seemed not to mind in the least.
    In fact, she walked up to Jay and asked, "Well, Santa, looks like your job is over. Would you like some help with that hot ol' costume?"
    You bet Jay would like some help! Especially from such a stunning, incredibly buxom beauty as this! "Um ... you bet!" Jay responded. "Since I'm going to hang it up in my office, maybe we should do it there."

Mrs Claus looked deeply into Jay's eyes. "It's going to hurt when I rip this ol' beard off, Santa, so be prepared." The girl smiled. "Maybe since we're getting so, um, intimate here, we should introduce ourselves. My name is Cassandra."
    "Hi, Cassandra," Jay replied, "I'm Jay ... except you probably already knew that!"
    "Well, I did," laughed Cassandra, "but it's still nice to be properly introduced. Then she smiled. "The only thing is, you've still gotta be Santa Claus! It's part, you know, of the gig we've got going here."
    "Gig? What gig?" Jay asked.
    "Hush!" Cassandra intoned. "Let me concentrate on this nasty ol' beard!"
    As the girl leaned in to pull on the fake beard, her giant tits pressed into Jay's Santa coat. In spite of the padding, Jay could sense the size and firmness of her volley ball-sized breasts. The sensation was causing a sympathetic part of his body to undergo a notable transformation. There was no getting around it � Jay was growing an enormous woody!
    "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Cassandra brightly inquired, as she began to unbutton the bright brass buttons to Jay's Santa uniform. The coat was soon off and its padding removed; yet Cassandra made no move to step back. If anything, it seemed as if she were pressing her massive bosom even more strongly into Jay's trunk. By this time, his cock was really getting seriously stiff! In fact, it was beginning to throb!
    With the red coat and the padding gone, Jay was down to jeans and a polo shirt. He did have a warm Eddie Bauer coat in the closet to ward off the frigid Chicago temperatures for when he went home. What he had on right now was not much insulation against anything. Even so, Jay realized he was positively roasting! Cassandra's proximity very likely had a lot to do with that!

Cassandra looked up at Jay with a very sexy, sultry look. "I think it's time to let you in on what's really going on here, Santa ... tell you about the real deal."
    Peter's heart � and cock � leaped in anticipation at this enigmatic statement. "I'm all ears," he croaked.
    "Well, every Christmas, some guy at this company gets nailed to play Santa. His job is to give out all the presents. But Santa deserves a present, too. Don't you think?" Cassandra smiled. "The guys who schedule this party certainly think so, 'cause they always arrange a little 'extra' for the guy who agrees to be Santa."
    "Something extra?" Jay's mouth was getting dry.
    "Yeah, something extra is right!" Cassandra giggled. "You see, I dance at Heavenly Bodies; it's a gentleman's club in Elk Grove Village. I'm a weekend dancer, actually," she explained. "I go to college during the week. I do it one weekend night a week to earn tuition 'n stuff."
    Peter's eyes roamed up and down Cassandra's fabulous body. He was willing to bet that on account of her unbelievable curves and stunningly gorgeous face she had no trouble whatever earning all her tuition and living expenses by working that single Friday or Saturday night each week.
    "Anyway," Cassandra continued, "Prairie States contracts with the club to send over a girl for this party every year. The kids love having a Mrs Claus and," Cassandra paused for dramatic effect, "Santa loves it too 'cause he get a lap dance after the party for being such a nice guy. The girls also love it 'cause it's an easy gig and the pay is good. I was pretty much caught up on my schoolwork, so I said I'd do it this year. Plus, the idea of spending some time with these kids from Cabrini-Green was really important to me as well. So here I am."
    The luscious dancer licked her lips and asked in a low, sultry tone, "Are you ready for your lap dance now, Mr Claus?" When Jay nodded, Cassandra added, "Then sit down on your couch, Santa, and I'll get ready for you."
    As he sank down onto the cracked leather cushions, Jay suddenly realized why the company contingent at the party had been all male. They would never have dared to pull a stunt like that with the female staff in attendance. He also understood why they had all run off so quickly. Those dogs! In fact, Jay now fully appreciated why he had been chosen to be Santa. It was an honor, a sign of affection! What an amazing Christmas present was on tap. Those guys were going to be due a big thank-you in the morning.
    Jay then contemplated the upcoming lap dance ... in particular, all the possibilities it offered. With a thrill he realized that he did not yet know how big that expression of gratitude should be. He silently voiced a hope that his debt to these fellow executives would turn out to be absolutely enormous!

Jay sat down on his office couch and watched Cassandra begin her metamorphosis from Mrs Claus into a lap dancer. The long red skirt was soon in a puddle on the floor. Jay's suspicions had been correct; Cassandra had fabulous legs and a killer rump. She then started to roll the bulky white sweater up and over her enormous bosom. Her tits were so huge that she was having trouble working the garment over the giant globes. She noticed Jay's bug-eyed attention to her efforts. "It's hard to get undressed with a pair of 32M tits in the way, Santa," she smiled.
Cassandra succeeded, however; the sweater was soon a haphazard mound on top of Jay's desk. She then slipped into a pair of what looked like 6" heels. In addition to her heels, Cassandra was now wearing only a G-string and a wispy little bra that was having very little success containing her enormous breasts. Jay supposed the bra would have been very big on anyone else, but it was lost in the fantastic expanse of Cassandra's massive bosom. The huge whoppers were wider than her torso and extended nearly to her navel. They were so round and so firm!
The buxom dancer then slowly walked over to the coach. Her giant milkers quivered and bounced and jiggled with every step. She poised herself over Jay's groin and prepared to snuggle into his lap. "Here I am, Santa!" she announced. Cassandra's massive tits swung, swayed, jiggled, and bounced in front of Jay's increasingly sex-stunned eyes.

As she settled in for the lap dance, Jay could feel the sudden pressure of the huge wall of tit flesh that was separating his body from Cassandra's. He started to groan with pleasure. Jay had enjoyed a couple of lap dances on a business trip to Tampa a few years ago. The dance was hot but the girl was nothing like Cassandra. He had never had any lap dances since that trip. Even though he was short on experience, though, Jay had a feeling that this lap dance was going to be fabulous!
    "Now the rules, Santa, honey, are that you put your hands on my waist but � naughty, naughty! � they can't go anywhere else." The young beauty then looked at Jay in a very appraising manner. "That's what our Heavenly Bodies handbook says. The thing is, though, I didn't expect to get such a good lookin' Santa! Still, we'd better try and stick to the rules. Or most of them. OK, Santa?"
    "If you say so!" Jay replied. With a fabulous babe like this, he was fervently hoping the rules might get stretched a bit!
    Cassandra then leaned back and cupped her tits with her widely splayed fingers. She rubbed them up and down against each other and then squashed them together so that they began to resemble two large loaves of bread. Jay, who was starting to sweat, couldn't understand how the huge rotating globes were able to stay inside Cassandra's flimsy little bra.
    Jay's hands ached with a need to grab those giant hooters himself. He was sure they were far and away the biggest pair he had ever seen. At the least, they were certainly the largest set he had ever had jammed in his chest! Well, rules were rules; he would keep his hands around Cassandra's tiny little waist. For the time being, at least. Could he hope that the rules might get changed in the middle of the game?

Cassandra stopped playing with her tits and leaned forward into Jay's body. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek. "You're so handsome, Santa, sweetheart! Wow! It's goin' to be hard to play by the rules � that's for sure!"
    The buxom dancer began to rotate her curvy rump up and down and from side to side. She was now pushing into and gently gyrating against Jay's aching cock. He was about as stiff as it was possible for a guy to get. In fact, his super-stiff boner was starting to leak pre-cum � and heavily, at that.
    Jay could tell that Cassandra's breathing was getting heavier and heavier as she continued to grind against his rock-hard erection. He was well aware of the cause of this reaction.
    "Oh, Santa, baby! I can't believe the size of this thing in your lap. It feels like you've got a foot-long cast iron pipe down there! What is going on here?"
    Jay chuckled. "Well, Cassandra, I guess I'm just a little bit more endowed than the average fellow. Plus, you're so sexy and gorgeous that any guy would be getting excited right about now."
    "A little bit more endowed?" Cassandra objected. "Just how much bigger are we talking about here?" She had stopped grinding against Jay's cock to await his answer.
    Well ... um ... it's thirteen inches."
    "Oh, baby ... um ... Santa! That's fabulous!" In the light of this disclosure, Cassandra had resumed her grinding against the massive tool. "It feels so thick, too!"
    Jay was now getting embarrassed. "Well ... um ... it is really, really thick, also." He paused to collect his thoughts. "I guess I'm just really, really hung."
    "Oh, precious ... I mean, Santa ... that's just so thrilling!" Cassandra had a dreamy look on her face. She was rubbing her crotch against Jay's huge cock with real energy.

"Tell you what, Santa, baby. I've never lap danced against a penis this huge ... never ... not even close!" She looked up and stared into the center of Jay's eyes. "The truth is, I've never danced with a guy as cute as you, either. In honor of these facts, we're just going to have to heat up this little ol' lap dance! Just a little, though," she added.
While keeping her eyes focused on Jay, Cassandra reached back behind her back and untied her bra. The flimsy little top slid off her tits and into her lap. The massive globes bounced and jiggled against Cassandra's chest as they escaped their captivity. Jay could feel more pre-cum escaping from his throbbing shaft. What a fucking pair of jugs this girl had!
Cassandra then leaned into Jay and gave him a hug. He could feel her enormous tits flatten and compress as the hug went on and on. She then leaned back and resumed her lap dance. She had positioned herself so that her crotch was jammed up against the full length of Jay's throbbing cock. As she wiggled closer to Jay's body, his rock-hard dick became trapped against Cassandra's cunt lips. It was even rubbing strongly against her clitoris as well. Both Santa and Cassandra were purring with pleasure as the scorching hot lap dance continued.

"You're such a stud, Santa, I just can't believe it," Cassandra cooed. The dancer had started to kiss Jay on the cheek with some frequency and Jay was emboldened enough to reciprocate. Her cheek was so soft! The couple was doing more hugging than actual lap dancing at this point.
    Jay just had to feel those monstrous tits on a flesh-to-flesh basis � somehow! He had an idea. Why not; what the heck; nothing ventured, nothing gained. "Cassandra, honey, I'm getting so hot � do you think I could take my shirt off?"
    Cassandra paused for a moment in thought. She knew full well that a full topless dance was going to be sexier still. And dangerous, too. Yet Jay was such a dream! She could actually feel herself falling for the guy. This wasn't supposed to happen! But it had. So how could she say no?
    "Sure, honey, I mean Santa. I think that's within the rules." She giggled. "Well, within the spirit if not the letter!" The beautiful girl got a thoughtful look on her face. "Actually, Santa, it goes way beyond the rules. But you know what? I don't care! You're so sweet 'n handsome � let's go for it!"
    Jay's shirt hit the ground in less than a second. Cassandra cooed when she saw his hard, muscled chest. "Oh, Santa, sweetheart � you're so built!"
    "Look who's talking," Jay chuckled.
    Cassandra laughed. In further response she continued with even greater vigor to slide her cunt lips and clitoris up and down the length of Jay's super-stiff love bone. After about five minutes of this erotic grinding, Cassandra locked eyes with her Santa. She leaned in and began to rub her gigantic, super-meaty tits against Jay's hard, muscled bare chest.
    It was so sexy; to Jay it felt as if two massive but impossibly soft water balloons were migrating between their bodies. Jay could so strongly feel Cassandra's mammoth pillows of tit meat; they were so full and heavy against his chest. His hands were just itching to maul and squeeze the jumbo 32M treasures. Still, rules were rules � so far at least. Anyway, the lap dance had been unbelievably sexy and arousing so far � not to mention unexpected! No complaints on Jay's part, except that his massive cock was so stiff and swollen that it seemed ready to coat his underpants with sheets of hot jism!

The sensation of having these giant whoppers squashed up against his chest was driving Jay around the bend. He knew that this girl was only a hired lap dancer; yet she was so friendly, so sexy, and so passionate. She really seemed to like him. They were getting along so well! There was no doubt they were really starting to click. Might he hope he could talk her into a lap dance unlike any she had ever given?
    Jay's hands had begun to migrate. They had moved above Cassandra's waist and were rubbing her lower back. "Hmmm! That feels so sexy, Santa," she cooed. Cassandra was obviously not objecting to this further breach of the rules of the game. Nor did she even object when, as Jay's hands moved a bit higher on her back, he brushed the bottoms of her massive tits. If anything, in fact, her cooing seemed to increase!
    Indeed the more Jay lightly brushed Cassandra's giant bosom, the harder she pressed those massive globes into his chest. Jay could sense that her breathing was getting a lot harder, too.
    The sultry beauty finally pulled back and looked Jay in the eye. "Santa, honey, I can't believe how great this lap dance is. It's certainly a lot hotter than any lap dance I've ever given at the club." She paused for a second and then said, "You know what? I don't care!"
    Cassandra smiled. "There's one problem, though � even though the dance is so hot, I'm getting so cold!" The hugely buxom girl then licked her swollen lips. "Maybe you'd better use your hands to warm me up. Think you could do that for me, Santa, sweetheart?"
    Jay had no doubt what that invitation was going to allow! His hands immediately moved to the front of Cassandra's body. He began lightly rubbing and cupping her massive tits. Cassandra's volley ball-sized hooters were so meaty, yet so soft and giving. The tit-struck fellow was soon moaning and groaning at the impossibly erotic feel of these twin masses of tit meat.
    "Oh, Santa, baby � that feels so good!" Cassandra moaned. No sooner had Jay begun lightly to touch Cassandra's massive breasts than she strongly leaned her swollen chest into his hands. Jay's response was to begin squeezing and kneading these twin treasures. Jesus! He had never pummeled or rubbed tit meat as hard as he was working out on Cassandra's over-developed whoppers! On the other hand, he had never felt up tits this huge, either!

As exciting as it was to fondle Cassandra's massive tits, Jay soon realized that he wanted more � much more! He reached down, lifted up her enormous left milker with both hands, and began to kiss and lick the hot, soft flesh. This sort of activity clearly went far, far beyond the Heavenly Bodies playbook but yet Cassandra was not objecting. Far from it � the hot beauty was squirming against Jay's throbbing shaft and moaning. "Oh, Santa, precious, keep doing that � it's so great!"
    Jay then began to lick Cassandra's areola. It was huge! It was nearly the size of a saucer! The oversized expanse of light brown puckered skin was so erotically thrilling to kiss and tongue!
    The tit-stunned fellow was beginning to lose it. He rammed the huge tip of Cassandra's breast as deep into his mouth as his powers of suction would allow. His hot, licking tongue pushed the tit flesh into the roof of his mouth; he moved the soft meat back and forth against its ribbing. In reaction, Cassandra had begun to scream. He then licked along the bottom of the breast meat trapped inside his mouth.
    Jay's hands were frantically sliding the huge globe from side to side as he tried fruitlessly to suck more and more tit flesh into his mouth. Cassandra's huge mass of tit flesh was squeaking from the effect of this relentless oral and manual pressure. The effect was heightened because Jay's hands were frantically squeezing and kneading up and down the shaft of the huge udder while his frenzied sucking and licking went on and on.
    After some ten minutes or so, Jay dropped the giant gland with a plop and hoisted the girl's right breast. He was soon manically fondling, squeezing, licking, tonguing, and sucking that soft, giving whopper. This time he got a taste of tit cum; Cassandra was so excited she was leaking breast juice!

As he pushed and pulled and squeezed and rubbed on Cassandra's enormous bosom, she looked up and stared deeply into Jay's eyes. "I hope you know that we're way beyond our Prairie State lap dance, precious. I hope you also know that's ok ... hmmm! ... better than ok ... ... it's really ok ... it's great, in fact!"
    After a few seconds more of this frantic tit-work, Jay released Cassandra's huge udder and roughly pulled her mouth against his own. Tongue kissing was certainly no part of any Heavenly Bodies lap dance. But there was no objection from Cassandra. She was so hot that her wide-open mouth just slammed into Jay's as if magnetized. His mouth passionately opened and closed against her sweet, generously large mouth. His generously full lips and her super-fat, swollen, meaty lips were grinding, slipping, sliding against, and finally molding up against their opposite number with passionate urgency and desire.
    Their tongues lashed deep into each other's mouths. Jay's tongue wildly licked inside Cassandra's mouth and then energetically tried to travel down her throat in search of her tonsils. As soon as his tongue had withdrawn, Cassandra's hot, wagging tongue retraced the same journey.
    As the frantic kiss went on and on, Jay groped as much of Cassandra's slim but unnaturally busty body as he could reach. He cupped and squeezed her stunningly curved but amazingly petite rump; he followed this thrilling activity by running his hands up and down her slender back.
    The ultra-passionate kiss had been going on for at least five minutes. Jay was now sucking on Cassandra's bloated lower lip. Pre cum was drizzling out of his cock hole. The sex-stunned lap dancer had continued with her grinding. She was rubbing harder and harder against Jay's granite-hard cock. After a time, she began to shudder, stiffen, and shake with first one and then a lot more orgasms.

The all-consuming kiss finally broke. Jay and Cassandra's lips were puffy from what had amounted to an all out mouth fuck. A complex web of saliva strings stretched between their mouths. They looked deeply into each other's eyes.
    "Santa, baby! I never dreamed something like this was going to happen. Never! But you're such a dream ... so it did! Hmmm! Baby!"
    Cassandra then looked down at her lap. "There's just one problem, precious. Those jeans you have on are so rough! They're really irritating my bottom." She looked at Jay with a saucy smile on her bulbous lips. "Do you think you could take them off, so you could just dance in your underwear. As long as we've broken the rules so badly already...."
    Before Jay had a chance to answer, Cassandra leaned back in to start another deeply passionate soul kiss. Her jawbone actually cracked as her wide-open mouth slammed up against Jay. Her long, wildly lapping tongue slipped into Jay's mouth and passionately licked the inside of his mouth. Jay was groaning helplessly, as her long tongue slipped in and out of his hot mouth. Her thrusting tongue was literally fucking his mouth. The incredibly sexy feel of her super-cushioned lips as they opened and closed upon his mouth was threatening to make Jay cream in his jeans.
    Spit started running out of their mouths and down their chins and necks. Jay reciprocated by wildly licking her extremely full, sex-swollen lips and then her cheeks. Cassandra began to moan and then returned the favor by licking Jay's face and lips with the full flat of her tongue. Jay was not sure he had ever been kissed in quite so passionate a manner. This girl was just fabulous!

When the impossibly erotic kiss finally ended, Jay quickly undid the buttons to his jeans and slipped them off. Outside of his socks � how dorky! � he was only wearing a pair of cotton briefs. His monstrously huge boner was obscenely thrusting through the thin material. Except that Cassandra did not seem to find the sight obscene at all.
    "Oh, precious! I've never seen a sight like that! Oh, lover!"
    Cassandra's reaction was to lean back to begin rubbing harder and harder against Jay's cock. Soon, she began to shudder, stiffen, and shake with yet another, really strong orgasm.
    On account of the thrilling friction of Cassandra's cunt lips against his shaft, Jay shot a big clot of sperm all over the inside of his briefs just as her orgasm was subsiding. He was so wildly in heat, however, that the sudden splat of jism didn't seem to have softened his prick in the slightest. On the contrary, his super-thick, amazingly long cock was still rock-hard and ready for more action. His cock jerked as he considered the possibilities of just what that action might be!

"This lap dance is goin' all the way, I think," Cassandra breathed as she began to lick Jay's left ear. "I can't believe this is happening but it is!" The beautiful girl directed a stare of laser-like intensity into Jay's eyes. "I'm so glad it is, too! I'm just gone over you, Santa, baby."
    The huge-titted beauty eased off Jay's lap, slipped down onto her knees, and whispered, "Let me show you what I mean, darling Santa. Coming up is something we definitely never do at Heavenly Bodies." As she talked she had begun to pull down Jay's underpants. "Jesus, honey, I can't get this over your boner! It's so ... huge!" Jay laughed and reached inside his pants. He was used to this problem! By working together, the two managed to work the briefs over Jay's oversized cock. As she threw the cum-stained pants on top of Jay's desk, Cassandra moaned, "Spread your legs for me, baby."
    Cassandra caressed and rubbed Jay's hard, muscular thighs for a moment. She then leaned in, her massive, distended bosom crushing Jay's groin, and reached for the prize by grabbing Jay's blood red, throbbing, granite-hard cock. It was so thick! Cassandra had never seen anything like it in her life! It was a girl's dream come true!
    For a moment, Cassandra stared with disbelief at the massive, jerking cock. It really was more than a foot long. It was actually thicker than her wrist! His cock head was the size of a plum � at least! God! A network of thick, bulging veins encircled the taut, straining shaft. Cassandra's heart leaped at the certainty that she was going to experience that thrilling cordage in an exceedingly intimate way very, very soon. She could actually feel her dripping bottom begin to rotate in tiny little circles as she contemplated the thrilling sensations that Jay and she were soon going to share.
    "Oh, honey," she moaned, "you're just so big, so gigantic!" Cassandra planted little kisses on Jay's encrusted cock head. Next, the lazily licked her way up and down the impressive length of his straining boner. She then drew the giant tool into her mouth. Cassandra had to open her mouth to the breaking point just to get Jay's swollen cock head into her mouth. What's more, he was so incredibly stiff that that she found it difficult to move the granite�like rod off center in order to tilt it towards her mouth.
    She certainly managed, however. After tenderly and lovingly raining kisses upon his cum-encrusted cock head, Cassandra dropped down on the rigid shaft. She was soon taking eight to nine inches of cock down her throat. Just as exciting, she had extended her tongue and was running the flat of that hot, wet ribbon of flesh along his slippery phallus as her head bobbed up and down. She was simultaneously pulling up and down with both hands on the bottom four or five inches of cock skin in order to jack him off. This girl knew how to work on a cock!

Cassandra sucked and sucked for about ten minutes. When she felt Jay's cock begin to throb and bloat, she quickly pulled off. The drop-dead gorgeous young girl got to her feet and stood in front of the couch. Jay stared at her with heavily lidded eyes. He could not believe the size of her enormous, jutting bosom! He was so horny, so completely gone over this incredibly beautiful and outrageously buxom girl.
    Cassandra began to dance. Slowly and sensuously. She moved her hands up and down her slim, amazingly curvy body. Jay's eyes widened as she traced her hands up and over the vast expanse of tit flesh that stretched from just below her collarbone to her belly button. Cassandra was so huge!
    Cassandra's massive tits were swinging, jiggling, and bouncing as she swayed in front of the couch. Jay was drooling with desire. Cassandra then grabbed the waistband of the tiny thong bottom that, but for her 6" heels, constituted the whole of her costume. She slowly worked the G-string over her luscious rump and down her sleek, softly muscled legs. She then kicked off her heels, sending them in the general direction of Jay's desk. The G-string followed the same route almost immediately.
    Cassandra was now totally nude. She crawled back onto Jay's lap. Next, she rubbed and squashed her gigantic tits against his straining chest. In a maneuver that made her firm whoppers compress like bellows, Cassandra leaned in and began an extended, face-swallowing French kiss. The feel of her wild tongue and swollen lips were making Jay almost terminally stiff � if possible!

As the kiss ended, Cassandra pulled back and lifted her bottom straight up into the air. She reached down and edged Jay's cock into a straight up and down position. Jay could feel cunt juice pouring out of her swollen pussy lips.
    "Hmmm, baby, this is going to be so great," Cassandra whispered. She moved her body in order to position her cunt lips directly over Jay's throbbing shaft. "Fuck me, Santa," she moaned.
    Jay had been at this stage many times before with other women! He knew that a necessary step in the process had yet to be taken. "Baby," he began," my cock is so big that it usually works best if I love up your bottom first. You know, a little oral loving to get you really open."
    "Not this time," Cassandra replied. "Santa, precious, I am so horny 'n wet 'n and open 'n slick that we can skip all that this time." She grinned. "Of course, it sounds like lots of fun for the future!" She giggled for a moment. "This time, though, I'm so ready right now! Just fuck me, darling Santa!" She then looked at Jay; love and desire sparkled in her lovely eyes. "I do hope this is a beginning and not an end, Santa, baby. I'd like to spend a lot of time doing other things like that with you once we get out of this drafty ol' office."

Jay placed his hands under Cassandra's luscious thighs and lifted her high above his groin. His throbbing cock was waving in the air. Just by feel he was able to position his huge cock head against her pussy lips. Cassandra started screaming with delight.
    By carefully pulling down, Jay could feel his plum-sized cock head start to slip in between Cassandra's cunt lips. The young beauty was shivering with overwhelming sexual pleasure!
    As soon as he could tell that his cock head was entirely inside the mouth of her hot, steamy cunt, Jay moved his hands down to cup Cassandra's petite but perfect rump with both hands in order to move her up and down the length of his titanium-hard shaft. With infinite patience, he began to move Cassandra's fabulous body up and down the upper portion of his shaft with tiny little strokes. Very, very gently! Especially because he had not eaten her out before entering her luscious, silken pussy, Jay wanted to take things nice and easy at first. An inch at a time was just what the doctor ordered.
    Jay's cock was almost impossibly thick; however, Cassandra's pussy was so wet and slimy with sex juice and mucous from her own excitement that he could tell that his more than concrete-hard cock just sliding effortlessly in and out of her dripping cunt.
    Much sooner than he had anticipated, Jay had buried six inches of very thick cock inside his lover's cunt. Up, down, up, down ... Jay kept easing his massive tool inside Cassandra's body.
    She was so wet! A veritable river of cunt juice was pouring out of Cassandra's pussy on each stroke. Jay's pubic hair was getting just soaked with the girl's sex muck. There was no question about her readiness to fuck!
    Slowly, slowly. At the ten-inch mark, Jay began to feel some resistance. He had obviously reached Cassandra's cervix. Jay had been here before, as well � lots of times, in fact. He slowed down his already deliberate stroke and began to rotate his swollen cock head against her cervix. As he gently massaged the barrier with this oversized, silken knob, Cassandra began shaking and shuddering with a massive orgasm. As he looked into the girl's impossibly gorgeous face, he could see that her eyes had rolled back up in to her head. Drool was pouring out of her slackened mouth. This girl was into it!

Finally, Jay was past this cervical barrier. He could feel his cock head and an inch or two of shaft slip into Cassandra's uterus! He was in ... all the way in!
    "Oh, Santa ... lover .... my precious one!" Cassandra was nearly incoherent with passion. "You're in my fucking womb! That's never happened before. How is that even fucking possible?"
    "With a thirteen inch cock, baby," Jay chucked, "it's not only possible � it's necessary!"
    Jay now began using his firm handhold on Cassandra's rump to speed things up. He began to move her really slim (below the waist) but also unbelievably full-figured (above the waist) trunk up and down on his rock-hard dick. With each stroke, Jay accelerated the speed of their fucking. Both lovers were screaming, growling, moaning, and roaring.
    The couple were just hopelessly aroused � Cassandra (among other things) because of the massive length and girth of Jay's cock; Jay (among other things) because of the thrilling sensation of feeling Cassandra's mammoth pillows of tit meat. They were so full and heavy as they slid against his chest during the ever-increasing speed of their lovemaking.
    Jay was so turned on that he was now slamming Cassandra up and down. He really didn't want to hurt her but he was so hopelessly aroused that he seemed incapable of going slower. The totally besotted fellow could actually feel his cock head ruthlessly and repeatedly slide past Cassandra's cervix into her womb as each pile-driving fuck stroke hit absolute bottom. As she flew up and down, impaled on her lover's shockingly huge cock, Cassandra's massive tits were floating, rippling, galloping, and bouncing. What a sight!
    Jay frantically lifted Cassandra up and slammed her back down on his throbbing dick. Their pelvic bones smashed against each other on each fuck stroke. Cassandra's stiffened nipples traced a thrilling path across Jay's chest during each fuck stroke. Her tits were so enormous! Yet her M-cup whoppers had the firmness of a young B-cup bosom. How was this even possible? Jay might try to figure that out later; for now, he would merely experience and enjoy their firm vastness.
    On each love stroke Jay lifted Cassandra so high in the air that his cock head would almost pop out from between her cunt lips. At the top of the stroke he would mercilessly slam the buxom lap dancer down to the very base of his prick.
    Cassandra was so wet that a suction had been formed between her dripping pussy and Jay's enormous cock. Loud sucking sounds could be heard as his giant shaft plunged in and out of her tight, young cunt.
    Each trip up and down Cassandra's dripping cunt felt to Jay like the administration of an electric shock. Each fuck stroke created a thrilling surge that mimicked a bolt of lightning. Every single nerve in his penis screamed out with excitement on every stroke; the tightness of Cassandra's constricted, slimy, young pussy was rubbing Jay's cock skin in an unbearably thrilling way! An heroic climax was clearly coming up!

The shockingly buxom girl had herself come about two dozen times during their coupling. As Jay approached orgasm, Cassandra's cums were becoming both more frequent and extended. Her body was shaking, clenching, and shuddering almost nonstop. This guy was so fabulous!
Cassandra had had lots of boyfriends, though there was nobody special at the moment. With her amazing looks and figure, she got hit on dozens of times a day � that was simply the price of being such an extraordinary piece of ass. She was not sure he had ever hooked up with a guy quite like Jay, though. He was so handsome, so built, so sweet � and such a fabulous lover! She knew she was black and he was white � if that mattered � but she could feel herself falling for the guy a little more each time his giant dick plunged into the far recesses of her womb. She hoped he was thinking similar thoughts!

Jay was thinking very similar thoughts. He too was between extended relationships. Black and white meant little to him. It was the person, not the race that mattered. He knew that this relationship had started as a commercial undertaking. Yet he was also sure that, as planned, the lap dance would have stopped far short of lovemaking. The wild fucking that was going on right now surely had to mean that some deep personal feelings were being generated. He certainly knew that was so with him; he hoped it was so with Cassandra. Above all, Jay hoped that this lap dance might be merely the beginning, not the whole, of their relationship.

Jay was famous along Rush and Division Streets not only for the size of his penis but also for his ability to fuck for extended periods of time before coming. The fellow could really hold his fire! His entry in a singles bar in that neighborhood usually occasioned sidelong glances from unattached females, many of whom hoped they would be the one Jay would take home. If he did, they would discover that, once he went over the top, their new friend would experience amazingly long orgasms and ejaculate prodigious amounts of male seed. Cassandra did not hang out on Rush Street but she would soon discover what these Rush Street girls already knew.
Jay and Cassandra had been fucking for nearly forty minutes now. This was by no means an unusually long time for Jay. In fact, it was short of his average. Jay spent lots of time pumping iron at the East Bank Club and was in excellent shape. Still, his arms were beginning to shake from the effort of hoisting Cassandra's buxom body up and down his slippery cock for so long a period. Perhaps it was time to let his eager balls begin to spew the fountains of sperm they were ready � oh, so ready! � to launch into Cassandra's welcoming reproductive system.

The combination of Cassandra's extraordinary beauty, thrilling body, and tight velvety cunt brought things to a head about five minutes later. Cassandra was so fabulous in so many ways that Jay knew that his upcoming orgasm was going to be just amazingly strong. Jesus! It might even the strongest of his life!
    Jay might have made love to dozen of remarkable looking girls during his bachelorhood. He had never, however, fucked the likes of Cassandra. Hell, he had never even seen a girl with such sensational looks. Certainly, he had never set eyes on a girl with anything close to her fabulous figure. Cassandra was a dream!
    Jay started to shout as he felt the beginning of a faint tickle in his anus. This was it. Oh, God, was this it! This was going to be just amazing!
    Seconds later, Jay became nearly paralyzed as a fantastically thrilling orgasm began to commandeer his body. "Shit! Christ! Ugh!" Jay had begun to scream and howl at the top of his lungs. This developing climax was so incredibly, unbelievably powerful.
    Jay's body had begun clenching and unclenching. He was now shuddering and shaking as unimaginably strong thrills coursed up and down his body. Utterly incredible spasms were racking his body from his head to his toes. His entire frame was convulsing! Jay had never � no, never! � enjoyed an orgasm of such fantastic intensity.
    Some thirty seconds into the orgasm, an unimaginably urgent spray of jism came blasting out of his cock hole! It was so strong! Jay could tell that the force of the ejaculation rocked Cassandra as it slammed into the far reaches of her womb.
    What's more, the powerful, looping discharge went on and on and on and on. Jay might have been rocketing the longest, most heroic rope of hot sperm up his lover's pussy ever! God! He wondered if he had ever shot so much spunk in his life! At the least, could not remember a time when he had ever been as sexually excited as this!

Cassandra was astonished by this seemingly endless assault of male seed. As if she needed another reason to keep this guy around! In reaction, she went into endless orgasm herself. Jay and Cassandra were simultaneously shuddering and shaking with indescribably powerful orgasms. More than two minutes into the cum, Jay's body was still helplessly clenching and shuddering. Rope after oscillating rope of hot sperm continued to assault Cassandra's warmly hospitable pussy and womb. Jay's balls just would not stop emptying!
    Cassandra's womb and cunt had totally filled up with creamy seed as a result. In fact, a veritable river of jizz was backing up out of her pussy. Jay's entire lap was filling up with glistening puddles of warm spunk. As the shuddering orgasm approached three minutes in length, this river of highly potent, life-giving jism had begun to flow onto the adjacent couch cushions to form large, spreading, gelatinous lakes of male seed.
    When combined with the sympathetic flow of Cassandra's own sexual discharges, the whole general area was turning into a bit of a mess. Yet Jay's orgasm would not stop and his prodigious flow of sperm would not cease. The river of jism flowed on and on.
    Finally, after an astonishing three and a half minutes, the cum at last subsided. Cassandra looked at him with awe. "If someone had told me about this, I wouldn't have believed it." She shook her head in wonderment. "I did see it, Santa, honey, and I felt it." She shook her lovely head again. "I'm still not sure I believe it, though!"
    The lovers cuddled. Jay gently stroked and rubbed Cassandra, who was still whimpering and softly moaning. He tenderly pulled her close and gave her a soft French kiss. The kiss was loving and passionate but very gentle. He also caressed her sleek thighs and gigantic tits with smooth, gentle strokes.
    As their lips softly and lovingly rubbed against each other and their tongues gently lashed and slipped in and out of each other's mouths, Cassandra realized how hot she had gotten for this guy. Could this relationship go beyond this one lap dance? She sure hoped so! In particular, she hoped that Jay would not be put off from exploring a personal relationship by her dancing at Heavenly Bodies. Heck, a lap dance in that joint was an awfully chaste affair. Well, for the most part! There was no touching; there was no kissing. There was less action than on a typical first date. Plus she did it only one night a week to earn school expenses. Well, she knew she would find out soon enough how Jay felt about it. In the process she would find out what kind of man he was.

Jay lovingly looked at Cassandra. "I hope you know how wonderful that was, baby!"
    Cassandra smiled in return. "I do ... I do 'cause I know how wonderful it was for me! You're a wonderful guy, Jay." The gorgeous young girl locked eyes with her lover. "This gig is over, baby. From now on you're Jay, not Santa. I just hope we can start a new gig," she whispered. "A Jay and Sarah gig," the young beauty added.
    "A Jay and what gig?" Jay demanded.
    The gorgeous young girl giggled. "Sarah, you silly! You certainly don't think we use our real names at Heavenly Bodies, do you? Goodness! The first thing we do is pick a working name." She made a face. "Usually, they just pull out a list and pick one for you. They actually wanted me to be ... Topsy! Can you believe it?"
    "I can believe it," Jay responded in a very deadpan manner.
    "Well, I told them 'No way!' Instead, we settled on 'Cassandra'. It sounds little exotic � that's a must! � but it's not stupid like some of the names they hand out. Dumb, phony names like Spice ... or Dakota. Yuck!"
    "So you're Sarah, then? Really?"
    "Sarah Wilson. Sarah Jane Wilson, to be exact. Are you good with that?"
    "Absolutely," Jay replied. "Perfectly."
    "Ok, then," Sarah continued, "now ... do you think we could start a Jay and Sarah gig?"
    Jay smiled. "We sure can, precious. I'm been looking for that kind of gig for a long, long time!
    The lovers returned to soft, caring French kissing. As time went on, the kissing became more and more torrid. Jay mounted a new assault on Sarah's huge bosom. A fly on the wall would have heard loud slurping sounds from their wild, out-of-control kissing.
    Jay's cock was still inside Sarah's soaked pussy. It has lost only a bit of his hardness. It was, in fact, starting to re-engorge. Sarah suddenly realized that second coupling was right around the corner.

The beautiful, buxom student pulled away from the kiss. "Honey, this has been so great 'n all but couldn't we move things to somewhere else? Someplace a lot more comfortable? Like your place or mine?"
    "Tired of my couch?" Jay teased.
    "It's icky!" Sarah replied with a sour look. "The cushions are stiff 'n cracked and, yuck, they're just running with sex muck. I mean...."
    "I think you've got a point, honey. I can flip the cushions once to take care of the problem we just caused but if we do it again ... then what? Plus, I really would like to show you just what I think of you in a soft, regular bed. You know, the sort of place we could relax in for hours while we express our feelings about each other."
    "Oh, honey, I want that so much!"
    "Well, whose place, then?"
    "Not mine, baby," Sarah quickly replied with a grin. "I share an apartment with three other Loyola students up by the Morse "L". Forget that!"
    "By contrast, m'dear," Jay interjected, "I've got a condo over at Dearborn and Huron. It's got a king-size bed and nobody in residence but moi. It will soon be vous and moi. You can leave your car in the company lot; it's locked � we can pick it up later." He stood up and gathered Sarah into his arms. The way her massive tits punctuated his chest told Jay he was definitely making the right decision about this girl. More than anyone he had met in a long, long time, Sarah was a keeper. Wow, was she a keeper!

"So I'm not Santa any more?" Jay teased.
    "Oh, no, baby. You're Jay and I'm Sarah. Period! If you want to know the truth, honey, you're also my sweetheart. At least I hope so! It's kind of sudden but.... The lap dance gig ended a long time ago � actually, we were beyond that point when I took off my bra. We're doing boy/girl stuff now. This is just us now! Jay and Sarah!" Sarah wrapped her hand as far as possible around Jay's massive cock and gave it a squeeze.
    "But isn't my Christmas present all over and done with, then?" Jay simply would not give it up!
    Sarah smiled. "No, baby, it isn't over and done with at all. Haven't you heard? The best Christmas presents of all are the ones that keep on giving. Let's hurry on over to your condo so that I can show you exactly what that means."

The next year's Prairie State Christmas Party for the kids from Cabrini-Green broke with tradition. It had the same Santa Claus as the year before. What's more it had the same Mrs Claus. It would have been too difficult a concept for the kids to grasp but last year's pretend Mr and Mrs Claus had become a real Mr and Mrs Claus! Well, a real Mr and Mrs, at any rate!
    After the lap dance at last year's party, Sarah and Jay made haste to get back to his condo. Once there, they leisurely made love all night long. In the morning, they decided that they simply had not had enough of each other's sensational bodies. Sarah skipped her classes, and Jay called in sick. If the fellows at work wanted to make some assumptions about that � well, that was their privilege!
    Sarah and Jay continued to make love all weekend long. By Monday morning, they were both stiff and sore. Sarah, for one, could hardly walk. She certainly was blissfully happy, however. So too was her new boyfriend.
    The couple had already decided that they simply could not do without total and immediate access to their remarkable bodies. Accordingly, Sarah bid adieu to her roommates in Rogers Park and moved into Jay's condo. They were several short blocks from the Chicago Avenue subway station, so that Cassandra was only a quick walk and an "L" ride from her classes at Loyola.
    Jay never did say a word about Sarah's one night a week at Heavenly Bodies. On the other hand, she had called them as soon as she had moved into Jay's condo to tell them she would not be coming in again � ever! The boss tried to talk her out of it by offering to raise her percentage take of the dances. The customers, after all, were lined up for dances every time Sarah was on the floor. Her answer to this proposal was firm. "Sorry ... but no way!"
    Jay changed his pattern of behavior as well. Butch's and Gibson's had seen the last of him! From time to time girls who hung out in those places would wonder what on earth had happened to handsome ol' Jay. The turnover in such places was high, however, because customers frequently paired off, got married, and gave up the singles life. Before long, Jay's good looks, giant cock, prodigious staying power, and oversupply of semen were barely a memory.
    Sarah continued to make honor roll grades; however, it was not easy to make love three or four times a day during the week and up to ten or twelve times a day on the weekend and still get top marks. The beautiful, overly buxom girl was very dedicated, however, so she managed both to study and to make hot, very frequent love. She did wish she and Jay could have made love more often, however. His giant cock and amazing love techniques made it hard to get out of bed to crack the books.
    After a few months, Jay and Sarah realized that their souls were as intermeshed as their bodies. Jay presented Sarah with a huge diamond ring in honor of that fact. She accepted the gift with love, joy ... and lots of tears. The couple wondered how their friends and families would react to this impending union across racial lines.
    They needn't have worried. Their friends all wondered what had taken them so long; after all, they had never seen a couple so perfectly matched. Both the Bloomquists and the Wilsons were pleased as well. Each set of parents was thrilled to see the two join together. The couple was married in St James Cathedral, a few blocks from the condo, in late September.
    Jay is still at Prairie States � it's a warm and friendly place to work. The money is good, too. His fellow executives continue to vie for the title of matchmaker to the couple, and Art Greene has hinted he would like to be godfather to their first child � when and if! Sarah is graduating this spring from Loyola University with a B.A. in elementary education. Both her parents are Chicago public school principals and Sarah plans to follow in their footsteps by becoming a teacher. Who knows; she may end up teaching some of the kids who attend the yearly Christmas party.
    In any case, the position of Santa and Mrs Claus is no longer open. On account of a very special Christmas present, those roles have been permanently filled.

Santa Deserves a Present, Too

RICHARD O STEELE

The End

Santa Deserves
a Present, Too