DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR EASILY OFFENDED BY SEXUAL MATERIAL, BONDAGE, DISCIPLINE, FEMALE SUBMISSION OR OTHER SEXUAL SITUATIONS.

Ms Americana and Delta City are the creations of Mr. X. Solar Woman and Star City are the creations of Nightwing316. I don't know who invented Santa Claus, probably the Christmas Elves. But what says Christmas more than super heroines and Santa Claus?

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MS AMERICANA: SAD SANTA

By Dark One

"Oh, woe is me!"

That was followed by the sound of jingle bells from around the corner. Ms Americana paused and listened. So strange. But one must be careful when patrolling the outskirts of Sugar Town. The voice was vaguely familiar, like from a childhood memory. When she heard the super sad sigh, she hurried forward.

Ms Americana glanced at the distant University clock tower.

It was just a minute after midnight, Christmas Eve night, early Christmas morning. Ms Americana always liked to make a pass through the city, and especially Sugar Town, on this holiest of nights. With the golden power belt encircling her narrow waist, the super sexy, statuesque super heroine didn't feel more than a little nip in the air, despite wearing only a skimpy red, white and blue bikini costume, red calf boots and gauntlet gloves. Her super model gorgeous face was hidden behind a blue, star-spangled mask, and a golden tiara crowned the head of the Queen of Justice.

As she walked, the only sound was the clacking of her stiletto heels on the concrete. Her sweetly rounded hips swayed, and her huge 38G tits bounced enticingly. As she reached the corner, her full red lips parted ever so slightly as she peeked around the corner. Her baby blues went wide at what she beheld.

None other than Santa Claus sat in his Christmas Sleigh. The sleigh was shiny red, with green and gold decorations and trim. Eight reindeer were harnessed to it, and a bag of presents rested behind the Jolly Ole Elf. The magic sack of presents glittered and sparkled with Christmas magic, enabling it to hold all the presents for all the children of the world. Santa, though, was not his usual jolly self.

"Why so sad, Santa Claus?" Ms Americana said, timidly coming around the corner, lest she frighten him off. Santa was terribly shy. Everyone knew that.

"What? Oh, Ms Americana, one of the nice girls," Santa said. Ms Americana stood tall and beamed with pleasure. Santa KNEW she was a nice girl! But then he sighed gustily, a sound full of all the sadness of the world. "I can't go on."

"What? Go on with what? Christmas?" she said, confused and a little worried. "But you have to! All the children depend on you."

"Exactly!" Santa cried. "Everything is ME, ME, ME! Give me this! Give me that! I want! I want! I fucking WANT!" Suddenly his anger went away, and he became sad again. "Nobody ask what I want. What I need. No one does anything for Santa. No one gives anything to Santa." He sighed sadly again. "No one is NICE to Santa."

"Not true! Everyone loves Santa Claus," Ms Americana said, climbing up into the sleigh beside the fat, white hair and bearded Christmas legend. She noticed even Santa couldn't resist a lingering look at her amazing rack.

"Maybe, but I'm not feeling it right now. I'm too depressed to go on," he said. "Christmas is CANCELED, due to lack of the Christmas Spirit of GIVING!"

"No, Santa, that's crazy talk," the super sexy super heroine said softly, trying to calm him down by stroking his back. "What can I do to help?"

"Huh?" Santa said, and his eyes dropped to her 38Gs again. He swallowed hard. "Oh, so hard to think. Um…."

The shapely Queen of Justice noticed Santa had a major woody. His hard-on was HUGE. The sight of it took her breath away. She had to take a deep breath to try and control her racing heart. Santa's eyes zeroed in on her titanic tits. Again.

"My, my, you are a BIG girl, aren't you, Ms Americana," Santa said. "Lordie, I sure could use a glass of milk right about now."

Ms Americana smiled sultrily. Her red gloved hand reached down between his legs and stroked his cock through the pants. Full, glossy red lips parted slightly, then curled into a knowing smile. That smile quickly turned wicked sultry as her other hand reached up between her twin globes and released the clasp.

Santa grunted when her monster tits tumbled out into view. The strapless red, white and blue top fell away, leaving the vivacious vigilante topless beside him.

"I don't know if you can get any milk out of them, but you are welcome to try," Ms Americana purred.

Santa worshipfully palmed her left tit, lifting it, feeling its weight and firmness. The nipple was engorged with blood, dark red, erect and hard as a rock. He pinched it gently between his fingers, then rolled it. She moaned low, letting her head roll back as her baby blues closed.

"Oh, Santa," she purred as he started sucking on that nipple. His hot mouth felt so great sucking her cold, sensitive nipple. A jolt of pure erotic pleasure ripped through the shapely heroine, going straight down to her pussy. She felt her juices starting to flow as the butterflies danced in her lower belly and heat infused her body. "Oh, so good."

"Delicious," Santa said. He took both tits in both of his hands, and mumbled something. Heat moved from his hands into her 38Gs, and her tits began a hot tingling. Seconds later they began to swell, filling with MILK. "Better."

"Oh my!" she cried as he started sucking on her nipple again, and this time milk came out. She never dreamed that would happen when she made the offer. But it felt heavenly. "Oh, my Goddess, so good."

Santa spent the next twenty minutes alternating between her nipples, sucking lots and lots of milk. Then he kissed his way down her rock hard belly, and shifted her around to sit on the rail before him. After pulling her costume bottoms off her, he lifted her red booted feet to either side of him, and lowered his bearded face to her crotch.

"Oh yes!" Ms Americana cried, feeling his big hands groping her sweet round butt as his lips, tongue and teeth taunted and teased her hyper sensitive clit. Santa knew his way around a woman's pussy, that's for sure. He ate her out like a pro, then shoved a finger up her anus and found her sweet spot seconds later.

"Aaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh! Oh, Aaaaaaaaaiiieeee!" Ms Americana screamed, bouncing before the Jolly Ole Elf. After a few minutes, he sat back and pulled her over onto his lap. Before she realized what was happening, Ms Americana was impaled on his long, thick cock. "Oh! Santa!"

Santa grabbed her long, silky black hair and pulled her head back, forcing her body to arch backwards as she bounced her up and down his cock, driving her wild with need and desire. She was grunting and groaning, yipping and crying out joyfully as he fucked her stupid. When he started sucking on her tits, and fondling them with his free hand, it was more than the Queen of Justice could handle.

"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh Santa, I am TAMMMMMMEED!"

Her declaration was too much for the Christmas legend. He lost it and creamed her cunt good. Filled it with his own special Christmas Spirit. Feeling him ejaculating deep inside her send the super shapely super heroine over the sexual top again, and she screamed her orgasm.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeggggggggggghhhhhhhh!"

Santa flipped her around, and planted her on his still erect dick. Ms Americana's baby blues went wide as she grunted, back arched and head thrown back. She threw her arms wide as Santa grabbed her around the waist with both hands and started bouncing her up and down his cock, really fast. Fast and furious.

"Oh Santa! Oh Santa! Oh…Oh…OH SANTA!"

Ms Americana lost track of time, but he butt fucked her a LONG time, coming inside her at least five times. Then he finally seemed sated, and pulled her off his wet, sticky cock. She fell to the floorboards of the sleigh, and turned around to face him. Kneeling between his knees, she smiled wantonly, took hold of his cock and then wrapped her full, red lips around the head.

"Mmmmmmmm," Ms Americana said, started to lick, kiss and suck his cock with wild abandon. Every few minutes she'd stop to wrap his cock in hot titty flesh and titty fuck him a moment, before going back to giving head and deep throat. She was able to make Santa come three more times. "How's Santa feeling now?"

"Full of the Christmas Spirit, Ms Americana."

"Me, too," Ms Americana said as she felt cum dripping out of her ass and cunt, running down her inner thighs. "Very full of the ….um…Christmas Spirit."

"Ho! Ho! Ho! You've been an exceptionally good girl tonight, Ms Americana," Santa Claus said. "You've saved Christmas!"

"Yes!" she squealed, clapping hands like a little school girl.

They dressed quickly. Santa seemed to be in a hurry. Well, he should be, after spending at least an hour with her! Maybe longer. She glanced over at the University's clock tower. It was five after midnight. Really? Just four minutes passed?

"Talk about Christmas Magic!" she cried, flabbergasted.

Santa glanced at the clock and smiled. "Of course! How do you think I get all around the world in one night?" He threw his head back and laughed, "Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas, Ms Americana!"

Ms Americana leaned over and gave him a kiss, full on the lips. He slipped her the tongue. They smiled knowingly at each other, eyes twinkling. He handed her a small present in red, white and blue wrapping. She stepped down and a second later he was gone. Really, in just a snap he vanished.

"Wish I could do that," Ms Americana said. She opened her present, and it was a charm bracelet, with tiny little silver bells. "Merry Christmas, Santa Claus."

Star City. Christmas morning, just after one in the morning.

"Oh, woe is me!"

That was followed by the sound of jingle bells from around the corner. Solar Woman paused and listened. So strange. The voice was vaguely familiar, like from a childhood memory. When she heard the super sad sigh, she hurried forward.

"Santa, why so sad?" Solar Woman asked, stepping up to the red sleigh, with the green and gold decorations.

The sexy super heroine didn't notice the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, or the tiny smile that his thick white beard hid.

MERRY CHRISTMAS

THE END