Christmas was fast approaching but no one was in the mood to celebrate in the town of mineral town. The town had experienced a severe drought that summer, whithering many of its crops, most of the ones that survived that were killed when an early frost hit in mid August. The town villagers were spending all the money they had just to be able to afford food and firewood to get them through the winter. The Harvest Goddess can be a cruel bitch like that sometimes.

Spirits were down, those who could afford it drowned their pain with alcohol at the local bar, those that couldn't spent their days crying and praying in the towns church. Carter, the towns priest, spent day after day witnessing the towns increasing depression. He had spent his days praying and trying to comfort them, and his nights sacrificing goats to the Harvest Goddess's' pond praying she would have mercy on them all.

But his prayers went unanswered. This would've crushed most men, but carter just got more determined. If the Harvest Goddess wasn't going to help, he could at least try to bring some happiness to the villagers for Christmas.

He had to think of something. Anything. What could he give the town that didn't cost money? He thought and thought but nothing came to him. That's when he decided to call his BFF up and see if he had any ideas.

The Gourmet was a true foodie, with a big soft body and luscious lips. Those lips were truly amazing, and the Gourmets larger than life mouth could slurp soup up like no one else. Just thinking about it gave Carter a tingle, flashbacks of that warm, wet, skilled tongue all over his body, tantiliz-stop. Carter felt ashamed, he shouldn't be thinking of his friend like this anymore. Their sexy times had come to an end when Carter became a priest.

"Gour-mey-mey, I need your help, I cant come up with a gift I can give to the whole town. I need to do something to cheer everyone up, these are my people and they're suffering."

The Gourmet listened intently to his ex-lovers problem, "I can only think of one thing you can give everyone. Yourself."

"But I already give them myself every day, I listen to their problems, comfort them..." Carter trailed off..."wait, you don't mean?"

The Gourmet giggled like a little girl. "THAT'S exactly what I mean" he purred into the phone.

"I..cant do that. I just cant" Carter hung up the phone quickly and tried to push those sinful thoughts from his head. But in his heart he had already made up his mind. He was going to give the villagers himself and allow them to forget their worries and just enjoy pleasure, even if for just a short while.

Carter decided it would be too awkward to just randomly go up to everyone and wiggle his throbbing meat stick in their faces, so he found an old Santa costume and began turning the broom closet in the church into a north pole sex chamber of pleasure. Which really just means he grabbed a cot, some rope, candles and candy canes, but it really was more sexy than it sounds.

He donned the Santa suit and hung up fliers announcing his service. People looked shocked, but not many can resist the sexy allure of a bad boy priest dressed up as a red fat man, or so he hoped. Carter was giddy and hopeful as he walked back to the church. He sat in his sexy north pole sex chamber of pleasure and waited...and waited and waited.

He started to cry, he had put himself out on the line to try and give the villagers a happy experience, but no one was taking the bait. Ellen heard his cries and slowly pushed open the door to the sexy north pole sex chamber of pleasure.

"Carter? Why are you crying my sweet rumped boy?" she said with a grandmotherly smile.

"I just feel like I went to all this trouble and exposed myself to the town for noth- did you just call me your 'sweet rumped boy'?"

Carter barely got the words out before Ellen was on his lap frantically pawing at his pants like a kitten with a dead mouse.

"Shhhh, don't speak, you're gonna need all the energy you have for pleasing momma. I am sorry I took so long to get here, after I saw your flyer I had to go home and knit you a penis cozy. It's in the shape of a cow. Cows really get these old bones a-quivering. Moo for me. Mooooooo"

Ellen then took out her dentures and thrust her tongue deep into Carters mouth. Carters righteous hammer was engorging with lust for this sweet old lady by the second. He frantically began undressing her, tracing her wrinkled body with his tongue. She tasted like moth balls and mangoes, it was both revolting and deeply erotic at the same time. Carter couldn't get enough of her flavors.

Ellen was lapping and sucking on carters lips like a hungry hound. She let out a raspy moan when she felt him slide his fingers into her underwear. He slowly spread her puffy spatula, trying to wiggle a finger in. "Wait dear, you know when you get to be my age, one's lady bits don't always gush like they used to. Boy, did I used to gush, you'd have to mop up the mess I used to make when I was your age. But don't worry, I came prepared." Ellen reached into her purse and pulled out a stick of butter. Carter looked confused for a second as Ellen crawled off his lap. She stood with her legs slightly apart and inserted the stick of butter into her feminine folds.

Carter was shocked and thrilled at the sight. He gently pulled her down onto the cot and buried his face into her buttered cavern. He explored her flavorful muffin with his tongue, letting it explore all her nooks and crannies as the butter melted. He inhaled deeply and let her womanly butter scent fill his lungs. Carters lust was overflowing. He sat up and began taking off his furry red Santa pants, he grabbed the cow penis cozy Ellen had knitted and thrust it onto his swollen red tipped banana. "Moo, Ellen, moo" he said seductively. Ellen squealed with glee and pushed Carter to the cot so he was sitting. She began tickling his thighs with her tongue, slowly moving up to the hot throbbing cow between his legs. Carter gasped as she ripped the cow off and took his member in her mouth. She gummed him up and down till he thought he was going to explode into a sticky mess. Ellen slowed down and began squeezing his balls like ripe melons. She moved up and began sucking on Carters lower lip instead as she spread her moist fluffy slit and took his hardness inside her.

Carter took her in his arms and laid her down and began thrusting into her with a furious passion. They wiggled in pleasure until they could wiggle no more.

...

Ellen had thanked Carter for the fun time, gotten dressed and left quickly after they had finished. Their encounter had lasted over an hour, but it still felt like it ended too soon for Carter. He mopped up the sticky mess they had left everywhere and began putting things in order. At least he had the cow penis cozy to remember her by.