I Saw Daughter Kissing Santa Claus,

- by Alvo Torelli, Christmas, 2021

(MF, Mg, con?, Xmas )

Mommy

The thing Lauren had accidentally seen a year ago forced an idea into her head, an idea that burned in her brain. It smoldered there for nearly a year, a hot itch she could never get rid of. Every time she was in bed with her husband of a dozen years she couldn’t help thinking about the thing she’d seen, about how it made her feel - angry and jealous, but also horny and excited, wet with an intense need spiced with a nearly overwhelming guilt. She was so bad.

On the other hand, sex had never been so good, even though it always felt like there was a third person with them, enjoying the pounding thrills. Does her husband think of Missy when they…? God, her emotions have never been so raw! But she needs more.

She has played the scene over and over in her head, for a year. She hadn’t meant to snoop; they didn’t know she was there – she was supposed to be in the kitchen. She can’t let it go. Missy needs to be punished – but always Lauren’s thoughts swim to a certain type of punishment, and her pussy quivers. Then guilt washes over her. She tries to fight it back - she isn’t the one who’s done something wrong, something perverse and nasty! It was Missy, her daughter, the little slut! It was Missy’s fault. Missy needs to learn her lesson! And what better way to teach her than….? No! She’s just a little girl, she’s only eight now. Missy was only seven then, when she batted her big, pretty eyes at Santa, stretched up on her tiptoes in her slutty, short nightgown, pouted so adorably. How could Brian have resisted her flirtatious advances, her flawless beauty, her thick, shining blonde curls, the light sprinkling of freckles across her tiny nose and round cheeks? How could Santa resist the sparkle in her adoring blue eyes? Ooh! The nasty little whore! Of course he’d dropped to one knee and leaned in to kiss her – not a daddy kiss, not a Santa kiss. Of course he’d let his lips linger far too long, his Santa mustache and beard pressed into her gorgeous face. Of course he’d let his hand caress the back of her neck and pull the little seven-year-old closer. Of course he’d rested his other, white-gloved hand on her perfect, round little ass, sending an obvious shiver through the filthy tramp’s tiny, seductive body.

And now? Now it’s almost Christmas again, after a year of torment, a year of desperation. The terrible ideas haven’t faded; they’ve burned and burned, driving her to distraction, desire, guilt, longing, stabs of jealousy and heights of passion. She has to punish the little slut! She has a plan. But…

Daddy

Brian pulls the Santa suit out of the box that he just pulled down from storage. He fingers the velvety red fabric and gets a whiff of last year’s gingerbread. He finds a stain on the left, inner thigh of the red pants and his mind reels. Lauren had been like a tiger the second Missy was calmed down from seeing Santa, asleep in her bed and dreaming of her Christmas morning and the presents Santa would bring. Lauren had insisted he keep the too-warm Santa suit on; she’d climbed atop him and nearly ripped the belt off to get at his cock. No wonder there are sex stains on the fabric. God, they’d fucked so hard. And they’ve been fucking a lot more this past year, good fucking, energetic, satisfying, exciting fucking. But… He gasps as the familiar guilt takes his breath away. He’s not sure why he feels guilty – well, okay, there was that damn kiss, he shouldn’t have done that, but it was just a kiss, one little inappropriate kiss – and fine, yes, he’d groped her little ass – but it wasn’t like he’d been unfaithful to Lauren, it wasn’t like he’d really done anything so terribly wrong. But still, that night, wearing this stupid Santa suit, as he fucked his pretty, excited wife hard, it was Missy he was thinking about. It was the feel of his lips on Missy’s, the contour of her little ass, cupped in his palm, that fueled his desire. And every time since then – for a year – it was Missy who fueled his imagination and his desire.

The suit needs to be dry-cleaned. He’ll need it in three days, when he dresses up on Christmas Eve and allows Missy to ‘accidently’ discover Santa Claus delivering presents. It’s a family tradition, ever since his pretty little daughter was three. It’s probably why she loves Santa so dearly, why she believes in him with such fervor. Santa can do no wrong in the innocent child’s big blue eyes. He’ll probably have to pay extra for a rush job at the dry cleaners. It’ll be worth it. Maybe he’ll get another kiss.

Missy

“No, Mommy, please! Don’t tell Santa. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t tell Santa to put me on the naughty list. He won’t come. I won’t be able to surprise him. Oh, Mommy please.”

Eight-year-old Missy can’t believe her Mommy would tell Santa to put her on the naughty list just for forgetting to clean up her room and put her toys and dolls away. Yes, it’s not the first time. But… but it’s not fair! She loves Santa so much!

“Yes Mommy, I promise, I promise, I will, I won’t ever forget again. Oh! Thank you for not telling Santa, Mommy.”

But Missy realizes Mommy’s promise isn’t enough. Santa knows these things! Santa knows everything. And she really has been terrible about cleaning her room, and she whined about setting the table and clearing the dishes. Oh! No. Santa probably already has her on his naughty list.

“Mommy, what if Santa already put me on the naughty list? Is there anything I can do? Can I make it up to him?”

Oh! What if Santa doesn’t want to give her another sweet Christmas kiss. She loves Santa!

Mommy

It’s hard to breathe. Lauren isn’t sure she can go through with it. She’s been a mess of nerves ever since Missy gave her the terrible idea. She looks down at her purchases again and bites her lip. A sudden wave of fear crashes over her, then ebbs away to leave her dragged down with guilt. But she fingers the raised letters of the first item, caresses the smooth, hard surface of the second. Her mind wanders, imagining…. Her heart beats faster. She closes the box and wraps it in the snowman wrapping paper as fast as she can. She’s going to do this! The little slut needs… Oh! Her heart is beating so fast; she almost has to sit down. Lauren finishes the pretty package off with a red ribbon and then attaches the label she’d written out in a hand that perfectly mimics Missy’s childish scrawl.

Later, Lauren gives the box to Missy, tells her it’s for Santa, explains how it will help her get back on Santa’s good list – if she leaves it for Santa. Then she shows Missy the new Christmas nightgown she bought her for Christmas morning. The little girl squeals as only a little girl can squeal.

Daddy

He’s almost late getting back from the dry cleaners on Christmas Eve. He’s been getting more and more nervous as the week passed, the day passed, the final hours. It’s ridiculous. All this angst and excitement over a kiss, a year ago, a kiss his little daughter surely doesn’t even remember. But it was a kiss he would always remember; a kiss he reimagines every time he’s thrusting his cock into Lauren’s cunt, the only thing that will finally, mercifully bring him to a climax. Jesus! Stop thinking about…. Get yourself together, man.

Brian lays out the suit so that he can slip it on quickly after Missy is tucked into her bed and pretending to go to sleep. He tries to stop his hands from trembling, then heads for dinner.

Missy

Dinner is fun. Missy is so cute with her big blue eyes, wide with anticipation of Christmas and of seeing Santa. She chatters away, barely eating a thing, batting her long eyelashes, blushing when Daddy teases her. Of course, she doesn’t admit that she thinks she’ll see Santa tonight, that she knows exactly when and how to catch him in the act of delivering his treasures to their home. That’s her little secret! If she told Mommy or Daddy it would spoil the magic. She can barely sit still as she chatters away. Missy doesn’t notice that Mommy’s smile is strained, she’s on edge and nervous.

Missy clears the dishes without being asked, desperate to be good for Santa. As soon as she’s done she offers to head towards bed, but she asks Mommy to brush out her long blonde hair and put it in pigtails. Last year Santa said he liked her pigtails. She’s excited to try on her new nightgown. Will Santa like it?

Mommy

Lauren pulls the brush slowly through her little girl’s blonde hair. She pulls half the locks to one side of the child’s head and separates it into three, thick hanks. She remembers when her hair was this thick, this lustrous – when her skin was as smooth and unblemished as little Missy’s. Was she such a little flirt when she was eight? What would she have done if some man had…? Lauren finishes the first braid and begins to work on the other. Missy looks so sweet with pigtails hanging down the sides of her pretty, round face; she looks more innocent and somehow more alluring at the same time. Lauren’s emotions twist around inside as she plaits the second braid, pulling too hard. The pretty little girl squirms at the surprising, painful tug. Lauren tries to hide her flare of jealous anger, then her pussy spasms as another wave of guilt and arousal fight for space in her confused mind. Oh god. Did she really give Missy that present for Santa? No! She needs to… But, she doesn’t take it back. She takes a deep breath.

“Time for bed, sweetie,” Lauren says. “Let’s see if your new Christmas outfit fits.”

Missy

Missy’s new Christmas sleepwear isn’t like any pajamas she’s ever had. Mommy says they’re grown-up girl pajamas – a pretty nightgown and fancy stockings. She hopes Santa will like them! They nightgown sure is short – but the pretty white and red stockings will keep her legs warm. Mommy said the funny little belt that holds the stockings up is called a ‘garden belt,’ which makes no sense, but she likes the way her skinny legs look like candy canes! Missy unconsciously keeps tugging at the hem of the short red nightgown that barely covers her round, little-girl ass. Mommy said she was supposed to put her panties on before she put on the garden belt, but she forgot, so now she has to go without them. It’s a little bit scary to think about meeting Santa, later, without any panties on.

Missy sneaks out of bed as soon as Mommy finishes reading her The Night Before Christmas and kisses Missy on the forehead, thinking that she’s sound asleep. She knows it’s still too soon for Santa to come, but she’s just too excited to stay in her bed. She drags the present for Santa out from her bed and then she admires herself in her mirror. The gauzy red nightgown and the candy-cane stockings are so pretty! The pretty bows Mommy tied at the ends of her pigtails perfectly match the nightgown. Ooh! When the light is right, she can see right through the fabric! That’s scary – but maybe Santa will like it. Her little nipples tighten and feel funny. So does her tiny kitty. She touches herself, down there, with the tips of her fingers. Why is she wet?

Oh gosh, she can’t wait to surprise Santa and give him his gift. She wants to be on Santa’s good list!

Mommy and Daddy

Brian is just finishing buttoning the coat of his Santa suit over the bulging pillow that will make him look fat and jolly when Lauren bursts into the room. She’s wild-eyed. She pushes him back backward onto the bed and leaps on top of him. He doesn’t have his fake beard and mustache on yet. She takes advantage to kiss him hard. He’s never seen her so exhilarated, not even last Christmas when they’d gone at it like excited rabbits. When she comes up for air, she pushes off his soft, padded belly and slides seductively down his body. Before he can react, Lauren scrabbles at the broad, black belt at his waist and pulls out his flaccid cock.

“Lauren! What.. Wait! What?” Brian blushes bright red when his wife gasps and then laughs out loud. “Look! It’s not what you think…” he stammers. He can’t hide the fact that he’s not wearing any boxers inside the Santa pants. “They were just kind of tight and I… oh, Jesus, Lauren, fuck, yes!”

Brian’s wife doesn’t seem to care that he’s not wearing any underwear under his Santa suit. She’s too busy excitedly kissing and slurping at his rapidly hardening cock. Why is she so excited? Oh fuck, yes, that feels so…

“Baby, why? Fuck! We don’t have time for… Oh fuck, yes, that’s so…”

Perhaps the biggest problem with Lauren and Brian’s moderate sex life is that Brian has a tendency toward rather quick ‘fulfillment’ – not extremely quick, but rather sooner than a couple might like. He’s certainly tried to conquer this particular failing, but to no avail, and many’s the time that a bit of energetic foreplay was more than enough to bring forth a gushing torrent of premature pleasure. At least Brian’s pleasure.

Lauren is perfectly aware of her husband’s tendency. She’s counting on it as she wraps her clever lips around his throbbing cock and slurps her lips up and down his length. Her mind is already looking ahead with delirious excitement, imagining what might happen when her innocent little blonde daughter once again ‘discovers’ Santa delivering presents in their living room. And she’s not about to let Brian’s tendency towards ‘quick issue’ to spoil everything she’s hoping for. Besides, she’s too excited to wait! Her fingers will have to do for her own pleasure – for now.

Brian tries, he really does, but he’s barely a minute into the wild, unexpected fellatio before the cum boils up out of his body and gushes into his pretty wife’s eager mouth.

“God! Baby, that was… I’m sorry…” Brian’s apology is cut off by the intense look of lust on his wife’s face as she rises, licking the last of his cum from her lips. The wild look in her eyes is frightening. Then she gasps. “Baby…” he starts.

Lauren interrupts in a throaty voice. “You’d better hurry up and get ready, before Missy falls asleep for real,” She rises quickly and turns to leave, thus hiding the stab of guilt that suddenly transforms her excited anticipation to panic.

Brian watches her leave, still wondering why the sudden attack, but also looking ahead to later, after he plays Santa for Missy. Was that just a preview? Wait! Missy – shit, he needs to get ready. He zips up the Santa pants and the lingering excitement of his surprise blow-job mixes with the memory of kissing his little girl. There’s no way to stop himself from imagining other, terrible things. Guilt flashes through his mind, but it can’t stop his cock from hardening in his slacks again.

Mommy

Lauren’s guilt is even stronger than her husband’s. The only thing stronger than her guilt is her excitement. Finally, the little slut is going to get what’s coming to her! She adjusts the camera hidden in the bookshelf, then slides silently into the space she’s created behind the Christmas tree. With the twinkling lights, she’ll be all but invisible behind it – but she’ll be able to see everything. She’s already wet with anticipation.

Missy

The door to Missy’s room is open the tiniest of tiny cracks. But it’s plenty for the excited little blonde pixie to keep an eye out for a flash of red with furry white trim, down at the end of the hall, where Santa will have to cross to get into the living room. She can’t wait!

But what if she really is on Santa’s naughty list? Her heart falls, but only for a moment. She has her fancy new nightgown and stockings! She has a special present for Santa! She knows just what to say to him when she surprises him in the living room – and he’s always SO surprised when she catches him in the act of leaving presents around their pretty tree. He has to put her back on the good list, and give her good presents, he just has to! He will – she’s sure of… OH! There he is. He just slipped by. He’s in the living room now.

As quiet as the quietest of mice, with Santa’s present under one arm, little Missy pulls her door open just enough to squeeze out. She tiptoes down the hall on her candy-cane stockinged feet. She peeks around the doorway and there he is – Santa – taking a big present out of his big velvet bag.

It’s so hard not to giggle, but Missy has practiced. If she doesn’t grab ahold of Santa before he knows she’s there, he would probably disappear! She tiptoes right up behind the jolly fat man and carefully reaches out her small hand to grasp the soft white edging of his thick coat.

“Santa! I found you again!” Missy shouts as she yanks at Santa’s coat.

Daddy

“Ho, ho,…” Brian begins to bellow as he turns to find his little daughter grasping the hem of his Santa coat. But the next ‘ho’ strangles in his throat and morphs to “holy shi…” He’s pretty sure he’s never seen anything as overtly sexual as his little girl in her new Christmas outfit. Her gartered, candy-cane stockings make her legs look so long. Her ridiculously short nightgown is actually see-through. Her pigtails frame the gorgeous, smiling face that brings a flutter to his heart.

Trying to quickly gather his wits about him, Brian drops to one knee beside the sweet little girl. “Why, hello there, Missy! Merry Christmas,” he says in his unconvincing Santa voice. It’s a mystery to him how the child still hasn’t figured out that the Santa she meets each year is really her daddy.

“Hello Santa,” the little girl responds. “I…, I…, oh, Santa, am I on the good list or the naughty list?”

It’s hardly what Brian was expecting, but then he wasn’t expecting his little girl to be dressed-up like a Christmas slut, either. He looks into her big blue eyes. “Well now, let me see,” he says, then purses his lips in thought. He surprises himself when he declares, “I’m sorry, Missy, but you’re on the naughty list.”

“Noooo!” Missy blurts out. “I’ve tried to be good, Santa! I have. Please, I want to be on the good list. Isn’t there something I can do?” She bats her long, thick eyelashes at him. Does she know what a terrible flirt she is? “Look, here’s a present for you. Maybe it will help get me back on the good list?” She hands Santa the present her mommy gave her and bites her lip, imploring with her big eyes.

Surprised, Brian takes the present from her little hands and sits back on his heels. He recognizes Missy’s handwriting on the label: ‘For Santa – I’ll do anything to get back on the good list!’ With some trepidation, he tears off the paper and opens the box. His eyes flare and he nearly drops the box as if it were red hot.

“Do you like it, Santa?” the excited little girl asks in her sweet, high voice.

“I…, I…, what the…, where did you…?” Brian raises his eyes from the box to the perfect features of the perfect little blonde pixie. And with that one look, everything falls into place for him – the insanely sexy costume, his wife’s surprising attack, the ridiculous, suggestive gift in his hands, even the previous year’s late Christmas Eve sex. He bites his lip, catching some of his fake beard between his lips. He slowly turns his head about, seeking – and catches the reflection of the Christmas lights in a pair of eyes hidden in the depths behind the tree.

Brian takes a deep breath and lets a momentous decision find space his mind. He fingers the leather in the small box, with the raised letters that have filled in everything for him. Yes, he thinks, God yes.

“So, little girl, do you really want to get back on the good list?”

“Yes! Santa! Please.” Such a sweet, innocent voice. Such eager, big eyes.

“Well then, sweetie, we’d better get started. Santa has a lot of presents to deliver tonight.”

“Oh! Santa, what do I have to do?”

Brian sets the box on the carpet and pulls out the bright red, leather collar. The raised silver letters of the word “SLUT” reflect all the colors of the Christmas tree. Brian is almost certain he hears a tiny gasp come from the dark corner behind the tree as he shows the collar to Missy, then pulls it around her thin throat and buckles it securely behind her neck.

“Wh-what’s a slut, Santa?” the child whispers, suddenly unsure.

But Santa ignores Missy’s question. “That looks very pretty on you, Missy. Now give Santa a nice, Christmas kiss.”

Mommy

Lauren sees the moment when her husband chooses to accept the tasty morsel she’s laid out for him, the moment he understands that her little flirt needs to be punished for her froward behavior. A spike of terror nearly makes her cry out. What has she done?! Her baby, he’ll hurt her little…. No, no, he won’t hurt her. He’ll only teach her a lesson. And she’ll get to watch. She’ll get to know that he knows – that she wants him to do this!

God, her pussy spasms and floods as she watches them kiss. Missy really is a little slut, opening her lips to her Santa-daddy’s probing tongue. He pulls his white gloves off behind the little girl’s back, then buries fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck. Brian’s eyes go wide with excited surprise when his other hand discovers that her cute little ass is bare. Then Missy’s eyes go wide when Santa’s fingers find their way between her thin legs. Lauren takes in a sharp breath: her little girl’s small pussy is being touched by a man for the very first time! She can almost feel the gentle, first touch and she nearly cums on the spot. When her fevered imagination conjures up a long line of men who will find their way to her little slut’s cunt over the years, she does cum, nearly falling to her knees and betraying her secret position. But Santa and the child are too busy snogging to notice her heavy breathing behind the tree.

Missy

Missy adores Santa Claus, she always has. But Santa is a little bit scary right now. Kissing isn’t so bad, but his hand, and his fingers and he’s… Oh! That’s naughty! But he’s Santa! She’s confused. She would pull away from Santa and his scratchy beard, but he’s holding her so tight. He pushes his bare fingers farther between legs. Where did his gloves… Oh! Santa! Ooh. Her confusion and uncertainty grow, but she can’t help shifting her position to open her legs up to Santa’s scary fingers. Oh no! His finger presses between her lower lips just like his tongue presses between her upper lips. Her heart pounds in her small chest and a little moan escapes from her throat. She can feel the way Santa’s finger gets wetter and wetter as it slides forward and back, gliding along the grove of her kitty. She quivers and her knees feel weak.

Wait. Santa, what are you….? Missy stumbles backward from a tug at her new collar. Her round little bottom pushes against the family’s soft sofa. Santa is still with her, kissing her, and then he’s not, and then she’s lifted by her ankles to flop back onto the seat of the sofa. Her pretty stockings flash by her face, then spread wide. She doesn’t understand what’s happening and she struggles. But her ankles are forced even farther apart and Santa’s white hair flashes by and then… Oh! Oh! “Santa, Santa, what are you…? Oh. Golly. Santa!”

Missy can’t see, but it must be Santa’s tongue swiping across her little kitty over and over again. It’s driving her crazy! She twists and strains, but he’s so much bigger and stronger. He has no trouble holding her ankles far apart, opening her legs and her kitty. Noooo! Ooh! Santa pushes his tongue right inside her, sluicing between her sensitive inner lips. His silky beard and mustache tickle her sensitive skin unmercifully, just above her pretty stockings and all around her private place. The little girl is sure that this isn’t right, that Santa is doing something naughty. But oh, gosh, when he swirls his tongue around the hard little nubbin at the top of her kitty it feels SO GOOD!

Daddy

Kneeling between Missy’s thin, captured legs, Brian dives into his precious daughter’s sweet pussy. He presses her candy-striped legs back, establishing his complete dominance. He can’t believe how fast she got wet at his touch. Lauren was right to trick her into giving him a slut collar. She is a little slut. There’s no other way to explain it. She quivers underneath him as he tortures her tiny clit and laps at the sweetness of her virgin cunny. She tastes like excitement and fear and desire. His nose fills with the unique, wonderful odor of her little-girl sex, fresh and intoxicating.

He comes up for air. He lets go of one ankle in order to fumble in the box at his knees, but the childish slut doesn’t try to move. Her wet little pussy glistens in the soft lift, beckoning him back. “Santa likes your little pussy, Missy,” he says. He finds what he needs. “Do you like it when Santa licks your pussy, little slut? Does it make you feel good?”

“Uhm, ah, yes?” the small, uncertain voice replies.

“Good!” Brian says. “Maybe we can get you back on the good list, little slut.” He takes another long lick through her tight cunny, pushing his tongue in deep and forcing it hard across her clit. He’s rewarded with a loud moan of frightened pleasure. He smiles when the little girl betrays her lust by thrusting her hips up to push her pussy harder against his bearded face. She’s flooded with lubricating juices, but Brian needs lubrication somewhere else. His index finger, well-oiled from the bottle of lube in the box, touches Missy tiny rosebud and begins to probe.

“Santa! What are you doing? No!” Missy barks out in fright. She doesn’t understand that her emotional outburst will just drive Santa on.

Mommy

Oh fuck! Another wave of lust-driving guilt sends a shiver through Lauren. She’s given up trying to stand. She’s down on her knees, like her husband. It’s harder to see them, but she still can – and her wobbling legs simply wouldn’t hold her up any longer. Her panties are long gone and she pushes the vibrator up deeper into her pussy. Watching her husband push his oily finger up into her slutty daughter’s ass is so much more exciting that she’d imagined. The way the frightened little girl squirms and bucks and cries out, obviously experiencing the first orgasm of her young life, makes it easy to imagine exactly what the child is experiencing. It’s hard not to moan out loud as she presses the pulsating little rabbit into her clit and her third climax explodes outward from the center of her sex.

She’s not sure she’ll be able to stay up on her knees much longer. She may collapse into a quivering ball behind the Christmas tree. But she wants to see it all! She only wishes she could actually feel the slut’s quivering fear and lust, or even be the one plunging her finger deep into the tiny ass as she licks across Missy’s clit and forces a never-ending orgasm on the child.

Missy

This isn’t the Santa that Missy has loved since she was three. This is a crazy, scary Santa, who wants to do things to her that he shouldn’t do! But… but… it feels good! The amazing trembling that started in her little kitty and spread out quickly, that doubled in intensity when Santa stuck his thick finger up into her bottom – it’s incredible.

Wait! Santa, what are you doing? Why are you flipping me over onto my tummy? Missy's pretty face presses into the soft sofa seat. She can’t see. Her butt is pushed up high and her knees dig into the sofa. What is Santa…? Her little hands clutch at the fabric when something hard pushes at her bottom, then oily fingers flick at her clit and kitty to keep her climax from receding. What is he pushing against her bottom?! It’s hard, it’s too big.

“Santaaaaaa!” Missy manages to scream

Daddy

The evil-looking ass plug is Christmas red, with a glittering clear jewel that scatters the many colors of the tree. The business end is five inches long and tapers from half an inch to at least two inches wide. It looks massive next to the perfect round ass sticking up into the air. Brian has a flash of insight – his wife, Lauren, standing in some sex shop trying to decide which ass plug is the right one, knowing she should go small, but giving into the temptation to pick one just big enough that it will look like it couldn’t possible fit into such a tight young ass. He shivers and pushes the oily point of the plug harder against Missy anus.

Brian’s free hand curls around Missy’s leg, holding her up and allowing him to torture her sopping pussy as he pushes the ass plug harder and harder against her ass. He angles his body to the side to give his hidden wife a better view. Somehow, knowing she’s there, watching, makes everything ten times more exciting. He just hopes his pounding heart doesn’t give out.

Missy screams, but her screams are muffled by the couch. Her whole body shakes from the orgasm he continues to force on her. Her little butthole is spread an inch wide. He won’t let up, pushing the plug deeper and deeper with small, forceful pulses. Inch and a quarter. Inch and a half! The sight of it is mesmerizing and fascinating. She screams again. He pulses forward. It’s impossible. She’s so small. Her screams are weak; her body still quivers. Almost there.

The plug suddenly pops into Missy ass and her rosebud tightens down on the thin shaft that connects to the pretty jewel. Brian nearly cums in his pants. The jewel nestles tight against the crack of Missy’s ass, sitting just atop her amazing, glistening, hairless and puffy young pussy. There has never been a sight more intoxicating, inviting or downright depraved. Brian reaches for the zipper to his Santa pants, unable to wait one more second to plunge his throbbing cock into something warm and wet.

Missy

The huge thing is up inside her bottom! It feels so strange. It doesn’t hurt any more, but she feels trapped, like she's in a cage – but the cage is inside her. It doesn’t make sense, but she can’t help the way she feels. And she knows without trying that she’ll never be able to get the awful thing out without Santa’s help. OH! Santa, she’d almost forgotten who was doing these things to her.

“S-S-Santa?,” Missy pants. “Am, am, am, I b-back on th-the g-g-good list yet?”

“Almost!” Santa barks back at her. His voice is scary – too excited. “You’re almost back on the good list, little slut. Santa just needs one more thing. He needs it bad. Oh fuck, yeah, yeah, god, you’re so hot.”

Santa isn’t making sense to Missy, but nothing else is making sense either. Why is she shivering so hard from Santa kissing and touching her? Why did he push the huge thing up her bottom? Why is she starting to like the way it feels inside her, even though it's terrifying?

Mommy

She can’t stand it any longer. She thought she could just watch, but it’s too much. She can’t stand, she can’t even kneel. She has to crawl out from behind the tree, scratching her bare skin against the twigs and needles. When did she take her clothes off? She has no memory – nothing but the sight of the huge plug popping into the ass of the nasty little-girl slut. Oh god, no, that’s her daughter! Who cares? She’s a flirty little whore! No, she’s sweet and innocent. If she’s so innocent, how did she get her daddy so excited, so fast? She’s a slut!

Lauren crawls alongside her husband just as he fists the head of his cock into the glistening wetness of their slut-daughter’s small pussy.

Mommy and Daddy

With half the head of his cock firmly nestled into the tiny pussy, just below the gleaming, glittering jewel, Brian shifts his hands to Missy’s thin waist and wraps his strong fingers around the tops of her thighs. Lauren gasps beside him, startling him. Missy cries out, “Santaaaaaa?” Nothing could possibly stop him now.

Brian presses forward. Tightness surrounds more and more of the bulbous head of his cock. He doesn’t thrust, he knows she can’t take him all at once, but he’s desperate to be inside her, pumping his cock in and out – fucking her. He feels a hand on his shoulder and he turns his head to kiss his wife. It doesn’t stop him from pulsing his cock deeper and deeper, millimeter by millimeter, into his little daughter’s tight cunt.

Lauren pulls away Brian’s false beard, hat, wig, and mustache, then kisses him again. Her excitement is palpable. She trembles against his side, urging him on. “Fuck her, please, fuck her hard!” she whispers into his ear as her fingers quickly unbutton the front of his Santa suit. He has to let go of Missy’s hips with one hand, then the other, to let Lauren strip away the heavily padded coat. He never loses the rhythm of his steady, careful pulses into the child’s body. Lauren rakes her fingernails across his bare chest and kisses him again.

Missy’s moans and whimpers drive both of her parents to the brink of insanity. Brian pulses faster. Already the head of his cock has disappeared into the tiny cunt. He can feel the intrusion of the ass plug making her that much tighter. Lauren drops her hand down to wrap it around the base of Brian’s cock and urges him to hurry. She bites his earlobe, runs fingers up into his brown hair, and pushes his around in circles to help him penetrate the little girl faster.

“Oh god, yes, fuck her,” Lauren moans into Brian’s ear as the vibrator in her pussy kicks up to a higher speed. She clutches her thighs together, barely able to stay upright. But she doesn’t dare miss a second of her little slut’s punishment!

“Fuck, fuck, yes,” Brian groans. He pushes hard. He breaks through and suddenly half his cock is buried in his daughter’s cunt. He’s broken through her delicate hymen. She screams, but he isn’t about to stop now. He has enough cock inside her to start fucking her – he doesn’t need Lauren’s desperate desire to keep him going. He pulls back and thrusts. Missy moans. He repeats and she grunts. He fucks faster and faster, careful not to slam too hard into her tender pussy, but pushing further and further forward with each careful thrust.

“Yes, yes, fuck her!” Lauren whines in Brian’s ear, too low for Missy to hear.

“Oh god, fuck, she’s so tight. I’ve never felt anything… Jesus.” Brian thrusts faster, he can’t stop himself. His grip on the child’s hips will leave minor bruises but he’s incapable of holding her with any less force. More of his throbbing cock invades her, then more, until he’s pushing something deep inside her, something that can’t be breeched. He knows he can’t go deeper, but he’s not about to stop fucking her. It’s the best thing he’s ever felt in his life.

“Cum! Cum, cum, cum!” Lauren hisses.

But Brian isn’t going to finish so easily – after all, didn’t someone just give him an excellent blow job thirty minutes ago? And besides, the little girl in his grip has changed her moans of fear to grunts of pleasure! He’s forcing her to climb the mountain of orgasm again. “Uh, uh, uh!” she grunts in time with his fast, hard thrusts. And she’s starting to tremble in his grip.

“Not yet, not yet,” Brian whispers. “She’s going to cum!”

“Oh god, I knew she was a little slut!” Lauren hisses.

Missy

Her world is topsy-turvy. Her face is pressed into the sofa so she can’t see a thing and she can barely make a sound. The strange, wonderful, tingling, terrifying feeling is storming back into her little kitty, despite the big thing that Santa is thrusting into her over and over. Missy never imagined that this is what she’d have to do to get back on Santa’s good list!

Her body starts to tremble and she can’t help arching her back even more, as if she was asking Santa to push the thing even deeper into her kitty. Oh gosh, how can it be so scary and awful and confusing and still feel SO GOOD!

“Slut, slut, slut,” Missy hears Santa grunting in time with the vicious pummeling of her kitty. “Slut, slut, slut!” This is what slut means? Is she a slut because the awful thing Santa is doing to her feels good? How did Santa know she would like it?

OH! The amazing feeling peaks and her body shakes uncontrollably. Santa pulls her tight and pushes the thing all the way inside her. Something warm floods her insides and increases the pressure she feels and just as that happens, just as the amazing tingling feeling in her kitty explodes all through her body, the big thing in her bottom is yanked out all at once!

“AAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!” Missy screams in pleasure, pain, terror and overwhelming lust. Then she passes out.

Mommy and Daddy

Missy is limp in her father’s grasp. He and Lauren both look down at her, wide-eyed, panting, nearly delirious. The ass plug dangles in Lauren’s fingers, the jewel still refracting all of the pretty Christmas lights. Brian leans back and slowly slides five inches of cock out of his daughter’s pussy, trailing a thin rope of cum from its tip to her clit.

Like a tiger, Lauren suddenly pushes Brian over, sending him sprawling onto his back. She’s on top of him in an instant, straddling him and pinning him down. But he doesn’t fight back. He grabs her ass and pulls her forward, then fists his still-hard cock and slides it into her cunt.

The two parents fuck like animals for a long, long time as their pretty little girl, in her slutty outfit, sleeps on towards Christmas morning.

Missy

Missy wakes up in her bed. The sun streams in through her window, so she knows she’s slept late – late for a Christmas morning. When she starts to roll over, every joint in her body complains. She’s sore! Her evening with Santa rushes back into her brain. Before she can start to deal with everything that happened to her, her door opens and Mommy walks in with a big smile on her face.

“Hi, sleepyhead. Merry Christmas,” Mommy says.

“Oh, hi Mommy?”

“Guess what?”

“What, Mommy?”

“I heard that you got back on Santa’s good list after all. And he left you lots of presents!”

“Really!? Oh!” Missy manages to sit up, excited to see her presents from Santa, despite her aches and pains. But then she gets a funny look on her face. “What do you mean you ‘heard’ I got back on Santa’s good list?”

“Well, it’s the strangest thing, sweetie. I. Saw. Santa! Can you believe it. He was coming out of our house last night and I talked to him. He told me what a good little girl you were and how he put you back on the good list.”

“He did?”

“He did. And there’s more. I told Santa that you were his very biggest fan and nobody loved him more than you do, but sometimes you do naughty things that might get you on the naughty list. So, Santa said that he would come and visit you – not just on Christmas – he would come and visit you every time you did something naughty, to help you get back on the good list. He said you would understand. Isn’t that great?”

Little eight-year-old Missy’s eyes got very big as she took in what her Mommy had just said. Santa would come and help her get back on the good list EVERY time she did something naughty?

Oh gosh! What naughty thing should she do first?

The end, and Merry Christmas!

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