Perverts 'R' Us

A Christmas Story

By Ralph Kramden ( Pedo, M/g, M/fff, 1st )

Guys with my "hobby" all know how difficult it is to find work, either for pay or as a volunteer, where they can get their hands on little kids. Christmas time is like a gift from the gods for us, because every mall in America needs a Santa. Every kid under 5 wants to see Santa and Santa - me - wants to see every kid under five, especially the girls.

I'm always ready for this time of year. I purchased my own high-class Santa outfit several years ago. I got my own because some stores have really tacky stuff and others don't have any at all. Several times, having my own outfit has landed me the job I wanted.

I suppose you think I want to work at FAO Schwarz, with its elegant toy-soldier doorman, or maybe Macy's Holiday Lane with the elves striking hundreds of tinkling silver bells on the white fir trees in time with the chipmunk's rendition of "Here comes Santa Claus", while bedraggled chipmunk robots do "The Twist" on white bedsheets doubling as snow.

No, no, not for me.

Been there done that. Those jobs are for showmen, guys who want be seen on stage, and often on camera, Ho, Ho, Ho-ing for the crowd of adoring moms with their bundled-up kiddies and videocam-ing husbands, bag those star-powered jobs.

Anyway after that "incident" over in Concord last year, I don't think I could get a high visibility Santa job if I wanted one. I prefer a nice little out-of-the-way place, like Calico Corners, a fabric store, or Bed, Bath and Beyond, owned by two nice Jewish couples who want to add a little Christian tradition to their store.

"Ridiculous!" you say. "Who is going to bring their toddler to a fabric store to see Santa?" Good question. But I talked the store into it. Moms making themselves or grandma a nice Christmas apron needs room to spread out a and a couple of kiddies tugging on their skirts don't help. Why not leave the kiddies with Santa? Or so I argued. "Calico Corners" bought the concept. Especially since I had my own outfit.

So I set my chair up in a nice quiet corner, no chipmunks, no elves, no tinkling bells. Not even a line, really. I'm a big, friendly, 'touchy-feely' guy, so I just gathered up the kiddies when their moms passed by and plopped them on my lap. Mom would visually check on li'l darling once or twice, but then she was off doing her thing while I did mine.

It was kinda slow, but I was having a great time with Darcy, a little 5-year-old blonde who was sitting in my lap, as we played various games. Her mom was about two aisles over, planning a Christmas tablecloth.

Darcy told me that she was very musical and played the piano and the flute. I asked her if she would like playing with some of my stuff and she said, "Sure". My Santa suit, built to my specs, has certain special features not found in all Santa suits. One feature allows me to get my cock out or back in, in a hurry. Now I had it out and it was pretty big, because Darcy was pretty sexy.

Only Darcy could see it though, as she was sitting on my lap facing me in a way that blocked everyone's view. I gathered her hands around it and suggested she move them up and down and also taste the top. Maybe she could put it in her mouth like a recorder flute. It was fun. Darcy took it on her own to play around with it and discovered my balls with her strong little piano-playing fingers.

I shouldn't have closed my eyes in ecstasy, of course. I started as I heard mom's heels hitting the terrazzo floor. She was about half an aisle away and headed toward me when I got it out of Darcy's hands and back in, in just the nick of time.

"How're Darcy and Santa doing?" Mom cooed as she approached us. I gave her a big smile as Darcy turned around to face her mother. I was frankly a little disappointed that our session was going to come to an end, and maybe Mom saw that in my face as she stood over us, looking at Darcy in my lap. There was something else in my lap that was pretty big and not well disguised by my red satin suit.

"Poor Santa" Mom said as she saw my hard on. I just smiled and tried to think of industrial machinery in order to reduce "its" size in a hurry.

Some people are kinda weird and sometimes I think all people are kinda weird, but Mom was really weird. At least her actions were totally unexpected by me. I thought she would be furious at my "playing" with her daughter and that somehow she had seen Darcy with my cock two aisles away whereupon she spun around and strode back to rescue her daughter with vengeful thoughts and was now going to pummel me with her cell phone and a big Christmas candle standing by. She looked mean.

She held that look, nostrils flaring, lower lip quivering. Then her face collapsed in a big grin. "Does poor ol' Santa need a hand job? Does he?"

Darcy was still sitting there while Mom was overcome with the Christmas spirit. Mom had my cock in her warm hands in an instant and started stroking so masterfully that it was obvious she knew what she was doing.

Placing her Christmas tablecloth behind Darcy and thereby hiding the three of us from view, Mom bent over and put my cock in her mouth as Darcy watched.

God was she good! A couple more tugs and I was squirting all over my Santa suit, even in my beard.

She leaned over again and gave me a kiss on the nose, gathered up Darcy and her tablecloth and with a wink and a "Merry Christmas," off she strode with Darcy on her hip.

I just wanted to luxuriate in that wonderful feeling of just having had an orgasm, but I needed a moment to collect my thoughts.

I got my cock back into my pants, but the red satin in my lap was all wet. I tried to get the cum out of my beard with a Kleenex. Experience had taught me that cum turns a faux Santa beard yellow and I didn't need that, the season was just beginning.

While I was dabbing this and that, PLOP, a four-year-old little boy was dropped in my lap and his rotund mother was waddling away toward the dinner napkins.

She didn't get far when she stopped cold, as though running into an invisible wall. Her nose was in the air, sniffing as some offending odor had just struck her nostrils.

"That's..... That's......." she cried, spinning around, to look right at me.

"That smells like...very quietly now… like.... Sex!"

Everyone knows that when it comes to nose, women all surpass men. "Lotsa Momma" could smell my cum from a great distance so it was a little strange that she missed a whiff when she dropped her little boy on top of me, a mistake she was now going to correct, and with the help of the floor manager, Mr. Newton.

Arnold McLaughlin, Jr. was whisked from my lap in a trice by the burly babe.

Like a siren rising to a pitch of incomparable pain, "Lotsa Momma" was screaming at poor Mr. Newton to take this degenerate around back and shoot him.

I stood up, towering over both of them, and pulled the faux ermine trim of my Santa cap over my ears. A swirling pandemonium of shrieking Momma, now crying Arnold McLaughlin, Jr., and placating utterances by a truly puzzled Mr. Newton surrounded me.

Being a man, Mr. Newton could never corroborate "Lotsa Momma's" accusations of dalliance with her darling Arnold McLaughlin, Jr. He didn't have the smeller to confirm such allegations, so he appeased and pacified, fawning and courting favor with cringing demeanor.

Around and around they went. I crossed my arms and took a tentative step out of the melee, turned the little sign around to indicate "Santa will return in 30 Minutes" and headed for the john. Thank god the truculent tribe didn't follow. Santa was "on break".

The sun was nice and warm and having cleaned myself up somewhat, I was happily looking forward to a nice Big Mac on the plastic bench outside on the mall. We really don't have winter per se in California. It was very pleasant out.

Pleasant thoughts, that was my goal. Enjoy pleasant thoughts over my Big Mac and a Coke. I pulled out a couple of pictures a friend had emailed me. I hadn't had a chance to study them but now, here in the daylight, I could see how exquisite they were.

We both go nuts over little girls, and here he had taken pictures from some pre-teen modeling site, printed them out and then jacked off on them. He then photographed the results and sent them to me. I guess he'd cropped them and stuff. They were great. In one close up, the cum went right into the little girl's open eyes. Wonderful!

I was enjoying the pics and thinking about how I would get my hands into the next little girl's panties as she visited Santa, when I became increasingly aware that I was being watched, observed.

I lifted my gaze and saw, right over there by Ronald McDonald, three little pre-teen girls smiling and staring at me. A couple of them had braces. They all had their bellybuttons showing as little girls now do. I adjusted my glasses and waived. They waived back and stared.

One had on those tight white pants that are almost transparent. You could see her labia quite clearly.

The second one had filled out on top prematurely. She smiled a lot and threw her arms about her compatriots as she pointed me out to her friends.

The third didn't smile at all, but stared right at me while playing with her skirt, pulling it up and running her hand over her bottom.

I know they weren't looking at me, they were looking at Santa. But still, it was unnerving. I tried to return to my reveries and was lost in thought when I felt warm breath on my ear.

"Is Santa being nasty?" It was a little girl sound. The picture flew from my hand.

"What's all over her face, Santa?" Another girl taunted. I looked around. The three pubescent girls surrounded me.

"What are you gonna bring me for Christmas, Santa?" asked one.

"What are you gonna do to me for Christmas, Santa?" corrected her friend.

They all giggled. "How are you going to play with us this Christmas?" they all intoned.

"Now girls, girls" I said. "Aren't you a little old to believe in Ol' Santa?"

"We're looking for a Sexy Santa this Christmas," said one.

"And that's you, Santa" said another.

"Let me get on your lap, Santa" said the third. "And me, and me" chimed in the other two.

Mind you, this all happened on a plastic bench in front of Ronald McDonald, God and everyone. Three little pre-teens, sitting on an old man's lap, hugging and kissing him while he was trying to enjoy his Big Mac and Coke.

The girls were clearly on some kind of lark. I could frolic as well as any, so as one was tousling my beard, my hand slipped up the skirt of the sullen one where I got my finger in her cunt. She coughed a little and squeezed my cock. We all laughed.

I ran my other hand over the crotch of the one in transparent pants and tickled her belly. The big titted one pulled my face to her breasts and wiggled them for me. The sullen one began moaning.

My cock was hard. The unsmiling little girl was surreptitiously stroking it.

A crowd began to gather, laughing and enjoying the rough-housing going on between the girls and Santa. We squeezed and tickled one another, but gradually my thoughts were not of play, but how I was going to get to fuck this sulking little sex machine. She was staring right into my eyes while she stroked my cock. My finger was in her sex, she knew it and she liked it, though she didn't smile or say anything.

How was I going to get my prick into this little eleven-year-old girl's cunt?

I needn't have worried, the girls had it all worked out. I was just the tool. As bizarre as it might sound, Santa was to be the instrument of the eleven-year-old's transformation. What a striking incongruity is it for a little girl to lose her virginity and join her friends in womanhood by being fucked by Santa Claus? I guess I should feel honored. Though just a symbol, I thought I was up for the task.

The scrimmage, if it can be so called, broke up and I lingered with my hand on the ass of the sullen little girl as if to say, "Let's continue this somewhere." She reluctantly dropped my cock as she and her friends started to dash off.

I just stood there, part of me sort of sticking out.

The trio got about twenty feet away when they stopped, turned toward me and gestured for me to follow them. The busty one was on her cell, her Christmas earrings bobbing about as she gestured and talked. The glum one was rubbing her butt, right where I had let my hand tarry. She gave me a baleful glance. What a piece of fuck meat!

We must have been a strange sight, three little teenies and Santa Claus hustling to the parking garage to find the light-colored van that mom had abandoned to her daughter while getting her hair and nails done by Andreese. If they had expected us to rush to a sleigh with reindeer, they must have been taken aback by this modern substitute.

The girls had decorated nicely. A large wreath was attached to the rear door, and once the door was opened, candles were quickly lit. Bright ribbons adorned the ceiling and windows.

"How nice" I offered. "What are your names?" I asked.

"Donner, Blitzen" the busty one lied. So be it, I wasn't really Santa Claus either. "And her?" I asked of the gloomy one.

"We call her Grumpy," said the one in transparent pants. Talk about mixing up your legends. Here I was with a couple of Santa's reindeer about to fuck, or at least I hoped to fuck, Grumpy of the Snow White story. The girls were all over each other now, and me.

"We're going to get naked, Santa, and you are too, but you can't take off your beard or your Santa hat."

They had to team up to peel off the transparent white pants, but everything else came off nicely. I didn't have to take off my Santa belly. It's real.

Grumpy lay there, staring at me, as white as any Snow White of legend. Donner and Blitzen flanked her and stroked her thighs as I picked up my tool.

"Hi Ho, Hi Ho," I thought, "It's off to work I go."

I slipped my finger, first one then two into Grumpy's little twat. This was fun. I like to play around with little girl's genitals. A look of contentment spread over Grumpy's lips. With my other hand, I gently stroked her burgeoning breasts.

I placed my tool on her face and with both hands opened her mouth. Without further instruction she put the big one in her mouth and started stroking it with both of her tiny hands. Her tongue explored all the folds of my now rock-hard cock.

I went back to work on her cunt. Donner and Blitzen helped me stroke her sex. Donner sucked on Grumpy's nipples. Donner had a pretty nice set of tits, so I took a moment to fondle them.

Grumpy started to moan with the genital manipulation. She began a rhythmic push of her pelvis against my fingers in her vagina. She was about ready. I put my face in her crotch and licked her love button for awhile, just to make sure. She was getting wet, and not just because of my saliva.

I'm sure Grumpy knew it was going to hurt, I couldn't believe that Donner and Blitzen hadn't filled her in with the entire procedure. So I stuck my cock into Grumpy's little entrance channel and pushed. Donner and Blitzen held my cock back so I didn't rupture Grumpy's cunt and helped on the pushes. I shoved it all the way in and Grumpy shrieked. Donner and Blitzen hugged me.

Once I got it in, there was no stopping us. Grumpy fucked back as expertly as a hardened whore. I pushed and pulled, we sweated, and we were fucking hard.

Blitzen pulled Grumpy off and spread her legs for me where Grumpy had been just a moment before. I'd already seen her crotch through those revealing pants, but now I could discern just a little peach fuzz, a beautiful mound covered with downy-soft, fine hairs.

Blitzen had been masturbating while I was fucking Grumpy, so she was ready to go. I almost fell in, she was so wet. We fucked for a while. Not to be left out, Donner dangled her beautiful tits over my face, and I tried to grab them with my mouth as I was fucking Blitzen.

In time Blitzen orgasmed, and I popped on Donner. I certainly didn't want to miss one of them, but I felt that poor ol' Grumpy didn't quite get "there" before she got pulled off. I fucked Donner with considerable enthusiasm, but I vowed to cum on Grumpy.

Donner was a great fuck, and her big titties felt real good against my bare chest. Grumpy got down on us and started licking the place where my cock entered Donner. It felt good. Blitzen got a second wind and started French kissing me. I had my hand in her crack.

Slowly Blitzen's mouth found Donner's. Their hands were on each other's breasts. Pretty soon the only thing I had in Donner was my prick, Blitzen was all over her, licking and feeling. Blitzen pulled my cock out of Donner to get her tongue in there and I grabbed Grumpy to finish that fuck.

There was almost no resistance in Grumpy's vagina, she was so wet. My cock made the most primal sounds as it "SQUISHED" in and "SUCKED" out.

Grumpy was a moaner and she was good at it:

"UNHHHH" she said. "UNHHHHH UNHHHHH UNHHHHH UNHHHHH"

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, SANTA" she moaned "UNHHHHH UNHHHH"

"FUCK ME, C'MON FUCK ME, SANTA, AND SPLIT ME IN TWO, UNHHHHH."

It became hard to remember that this little girl was only eleven years old and before today, a virgin. Now she was a fucking slut. Along with her friends she was a pre-teen whore, ready and willing to pull any guy into momma's van at the mall and fuck the living shit out of him.

I proudly had a hand in making it happen.

Grumpy was practically ripping the skin off my back as she pulled her pelvis into my cock time and time again. I wondered if she would ever climax, ever get enough.

Finally she loosened her grasp a bit and I took it out and sprayed all over her thighs, belly, chest and face. It just kept pulsating, squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt.

Grumpy fell limp, and a smile finally came across her face. She took some cum and smeared it on her nose, smelling the goodness.

We had a group hug and I gathered my things together, getting dressed again as Santa Claus. No doubt Mr. Newton would mention that I had overdone my 30-minute lunch break. Hopefully "Lotsa Momma" and Arnold Mclaughlin Jr. will have been on their way. Maybe I'll get a couple of little three or four-year-olds to feel up this afternoon.

I left the girls in the van and headed back to Calico Corners. Just as I reached the staircase to head up I looked back. Grumpy had rolled down the window and was shouting at me.

"Hey Santa, gonna be here tomorrow?"

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