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Authors name: The Englishman (ESkilton@aol.com)
Story title : CRRISTMAS MAGIC


Christmas Magic   (c) The Englishman November 1998

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Wfeew! Now on to the story...

 This is a fantasy - a story - a made up thing.

 Statistics show that girls who begin an active sex life
 too young, carry an increased risk of cervical cancer
 in later life. If you care about your sister or girl-
 friend, bear this and the other dangers in mind. If you
 love her, it's safer and more thoughtful to buy her
 flowers than to fuck her.

 I don't believe in Father Christmas but if I did, I'd
 like to believe in one who fills stockings the way that
 this one does.



 Christmas Magic 
 by The Englishman (M/f reluctant,pedo,first)
 November 1998
-------------------------------------------------------
 Penny feels that she is too old at 12, to visit Santa's
 grotto. Her mum persuades her to go. She gets a gift
 from Santa that definitely was not on her list.
 -------------------------------------------------------

 "Now stop making such a fuss. People are looking."

 "But I don't want to see him, Mum," protested Penny.
 "I'm twelve years old now. It's time we both stopped
 pretending."

 The pretty youngster seemed oblivious to the crowd's
 curiosity though it was difficult to ignore the
 jostling throng in the packed shopping mall.

 "I didn't say that you had to believe in him," said her
 mother patiently. "I just want one last Christmas
 photograph of my little girl with Santa Claus. Is that
 too much to ask?"

 "But I'll feel so silly. I stopped believing in all
 that Father Christmas stuff years ago."

 "So, who do you think brings all your presents, Penny?"

 "You and Dad of course - who else would spend so much
 money on me?"

 "Well if you don't believe in Santa, perhaps you won't
 get so much this year," said her mother calmly.

 The two walked silently while Penny thought about the
 implied threat in her mum's words. Even without speak-
 ing, Penny was aware of men's heads turning to watch
 her as she passed. Her slim hips swayed provocatively
 without her even being aware of the tantalizing motion.
 Her dark blonde shoulder length hair, which gleamed
 under the bright lights of the mall, emphasized the
 dark blue almonds of her eyes. Set in a pale slim face,
 the dark luminosity of her eyes gave her an impish
 appearance.  She was not conceited but she was sensible
 enough to be aware of the affect that she had on the
 boys and, despite being only twelve years old, she was
 just recently discovering that older men were not
 immune to her charms either.

 She did nothing to encourage the attention that she
 received. In fact it was as much her air of innocence
 as her waif-like beauty that made her the object of so
 many men's desires. She was innocent enough not to
 understand why older men found her so appealing but
 there was no doubt that they did.

 Penny stopped at the window of the sports shop. She
 breathed a sigh of relief. They were still there. Red
 leather boots and gleaming blades that reflected the
 colours of the winking Christmas lights. She'd set her
 heart on the ice-skates and was adamant that they were
 the only thing that she desired in all the world. Her
 reflection stared back at her from the polished glass
 of the shop front and, in her imagination, she blended
 the image she could see with the one in her mind. She
 could see herself in the skates, skimming over the ice,
 her short white skating skirt flying high to reveal her
 thighs - knowing in her heart that the admiring glances
 from the men were as much for the brief revealing
 glimpses of her panties as for her skating prowess.

 "So beautiful," she murmured, lost in the vision of
 herself as the centre of attention at the ice rink.

 "What was that dear?" said her mother, not really
 paying too much attention.

 "Aren't they the most beautiful skates you ever saw?"
 said Penny enthusiastically.

 Her mother pretended disinterest.

 "They look like skates to me," she said in a bored tone.

 "They're much more than that. They're just perfect.
 Please mum, say that I can have them."

 Her mother smiled mischievously. "You'll have to ask
 Santa then won't you?"

 Penny's face fell as she realized the implication of
 her mother's words. If she was to get the skates she
 wanted then her mum would have to get what she wanted,
 and what she wanted was for Penny to visit Santa's
 Grotto. She thought about it for a moment but there
 was no doubt what she would decide. No price would be
 too high to pay for those skates.

 "Okay, you win," said the youngster with rueful grin.
 "I guess it won't do me too much damage to visit
 Santa."

 Penny had thought that it would be all over in minutes.
 A quick pose, standing next to Santa and a photograph.
 It wasn't a high price to make her mum happy, she
 thought. She had reckoned without the long line of kids
 in the queue, which meant she stood self-consciously
 aware that she stood inches taller than any of the
 younger children waiting eagerly to see Santa.

 The queue shuffled forward slowly and Penny prayed that
 none of her school friends passed while she waited.
 They would tease her for weeks if she was seen lining
 up with the younger kiddies to see Father Christmas.

 Finally, it was her turn.

 She entered the darkened grotto and despite her non-
 chalance and feeling too grown up for all this non-
 sense, she felt the same thrill of excitement that
 she had when she was a lot younger. Even if you don't
 believe that he is real, even if, like Penny, a girl
 is simply too grown up for kiddie stories, Santa is
 still someone very special.

 She felt a moment's dizziness as the world seemed to
 spin and she thought that she would faint. Then the
 feeling passed and she put it down to standing still
 for too long. Her eyes slowly grew accustomed to the
 dim light and she took in the woodland scene that had
 been so cleverly imitated in the centre of a shopping
 mall. She had to admit to herself that the store had
 made a magnificent job of faking an enchanted forest.

 A winding, leaf-strewn path lit by fairy lanterns
 guided the youngster through ancient gnarled trees.
 Her eyes widened with enchantment as she began to
 forget that it was all fake. The tiny elves peering
 mischievously from behind the trees looked almost
 real. She could have sworn that as soon as she looked
 away, tiny figures flitted from tree to tree, but as
 soon as her gaze fixed on one of them, there was no
 sign of movement at all. 

 So intent, was she on trying to detect the elves moving
 that she almost forgot that they were cleverly made
 models. She reminded herself that there was no such
 thing as elves or fairies but the feeling that she was
 being watched remained. It was the same feeling that
 she had when she knew that a man was staring at her.
 Her tummy had the same tingling sensation and the
 gentle pulse between her thighs was exactly the same.

 She tried to dismiss the feeling - it was normally the
 prelude to touching the place where she felt so good
 but this was hardly the time to do anything about it
 now. She shook her head and tried to concentrate on
 anything but the insidious pulse that was making her
 feel moist between her legs.

 She wondered how far she had walked; it seemed an
 awfully long way - further than she remembered the
 distance from one end of the mall to the other. She
 was just reminding herself that there was no such
 person as Father Christmas when she rounded a tight
 bend in the path and there he was. He was seated on
 a deep wide couch, a bulging sack of toys on the
 ground next to him. Penny wondered how a couch had
 happened to be in the middle of a forest.

 "It's a lot more comfortable than sitting all day on
 a knobbly log, Penny," said a soft deep voice that
 seemed to chuckle as it spoke.

 Penny stared in astonishment at the white bearded old
 man in the red cloak and black boots.

 "How did you know what I was thinking?" she gasped.
 "And how do you know my name?"

 The rotund figure shook slightly with invisible
 laughter.

 "I've known you since you were a baby, Penny. You
 didn't think that I'd forget your name did you?"

 Penny recovered her wits enough to realize that her
 mum must have given her name to one of the assistants.
 It was clever the way that they passed the names to
 Santa. The younger kids would think that it was really
 magic. She was pleased that the store had taken the
 trouble to do things so well but she was too old to go
 along with it.

 "Well, I'm not a baby anymore," she retorted, "so it's
 no use pretending that you're real."

 Santa smiled broadly at her.

 "I can see that you aren't a baby. You've grown up to
 be just as beautiful as I thought you would, Penny.
 You've always been one of my favourites you know."

 For a moment, Penny felt a warm glow at his words. His
 voice was deep and gentle and she struggled hard to
 remind herself that this was just one of the store's
 employees.  He was very good in the role though.

 Santa beckoned her closer and patted the couch next to
 him. She moved forward slowly and sat down, deciding
 that there would be no harm in playing along with him.
 He might be a fake but there was no reason to be rude
 or offensive to him.

 "So, have you been bad or good this year, Penny?"

 "You should know that, if you're really Santa," she
 said mischievously. "don't you know everything?"

 "Of course I do but it isn't important what I think.
 The real issue is whether you think that you've been
 bad or not."

 Penny thought hard about that. It was a neat way of
 turning the question back onto her. What was she sup-
 posed to say? Yes, of course I've been good; now give
 me a gift and take my picture so that I can get back
 to shopping with my mum? She said nothing, wondering
 what Father Christmas would think if he really could
 see into her thoughts. He would know about the deli-
 cious feeling that she had experienced as she walked
 through the woods. Would he consider that bad? She
 was sure that just thinking about it didn't count but
 if he knew that then he would also know about the
 times when she was able to do something about the
 feeling. All those times, alone in her bedroom...

 "Well," said Santa jovially, "do you think that you've
 been good enough to deserve those skates, Penny?"

 "What? How did you know about that?"

 "I told you, I know everything about you. So you'd
 better be truthful because I'll know if you aren't,"
 he chuckled.

 Suppose he did know everything. He'd know about all
 the things that she'd done that she did not want
 anyone to know. Oh god! Imagine if he actually could
 know everything. He'd know about the paperboy and..
 and..

 She blushed deep red. He would know about Eddie too.
 All those Emails and Ims. Thank goodness this was not
 real. She was sure that she would die if anyone ever
 found out about that. Despite her embarrassment, Penny
 found herself thinking about the sexy stories that
 Eddie had written for her. She could not help the warm
 glow that spread from her tummy at the thoughts that
 filled her mind. She shivered slightly as she remember-
 ed the way that he written about kissing her - and not
 just on her lips either. The way he had described his
 lips on her thighs, licking and kissing slowly upwards.
 So gentle and soft but stirring such wild fires inside
 her.

 She shifted slightly on the couch, feeling herself
 moisten at the memory of Eddie's tongue nudging
 insistently at her hot pussy lips. Almost forgetting
 where she was, her legs parted a little to allow
 Eddie's tongue to reach her most sensitive spot. She
 gasped with pleasure and the sound made her suddenly
 aware of who was sitting next to her.

 "The question is," said Santa's soft voice next to her
 ear, "do you think that you've been bad or good?"

 "I-I don't know," stammered Penny, confused and embar-
 rassed.

 "I know it's more difficult to decide between good and
 bad as we get older Penny. Things aren't as simple as
 they used to be are they?"

 Penny nodded silently.

 "You're growing up and all sorts of things are happen-
 ing to you. Changes in your body and in the way that
 you think."

 Penny nodded again, thinking to herself that it wasn't
 too difficult to work that out. There was no magic
 involved there.

 "So, you've been good to your mum?"

 "I think so - I do try," said Penny softly.

 "I know you do and I also know how proud your mum is
 of you."

 Penny found herself caught up in the fantasy that this
 strange man actually knew something about her.

 "And you work hard at your lessons?"

 "Mostly," she replied honestly, thinking of the times
 that she had spent with Eddie when she really should
 have been studying.

 "All work and no play makes Penny a dull girl," smiled
 Santa. "You don't have to feel guilty about Eddie."

 "I-I don't know.." stammered Penny, blushing crimson.

 Santa took her hand and squeezed it gently.

 "It's all part of life and growing up Penny. All per-
 fectly natural."

 "Yes, but..."

 "No buts - you make your Mum happy and that makes your
 Dad happy. And I know for a fact that you make Eddie
 happy. Now you have only two more people to make happy
 and I reckon that's a good score for one year."

 "Who?" said Penny, suddenly worried. "Who else do I
 have to make happy?"

 "Me for a start," said Santa. "I'd feel a lot happier
 if you believed in me."

 "But you aren't real," said Penny, "how can I believe
 in a made up person?"

 Santa leaned over and kissed her gently on the cheek,
 his hand rested lightly on her thigh.

 "Did that feel real?"

 "Yes but.."

 "But anyone could kiss you, is that it? Doesn't prove
 that Santa exists eh?"

 Penny nodded, suddenly aware that Santa's hand had
 moved almost imperceptibly. She wondered if she had
 imagined it but then she felt it move again - just an
 inch but the direction it was moving in was more
 important than how much. 

 "So you have imaginary kisses with Eddie but he's real.
 Then you have a real kiss from me and say that I'm
 imaginary."

 Penny laughed and shook her head, "That's just twisting
 words."

 "No it isn't. What about that lovely feeling that you
 get when men admire you? Is that real or just in your
 mind?"

 "I-I don't know what you mean," she stammered in con-
 fusion.

 "Yes you do, Penny. You know exactly what I mean."

 Santa's hand crept a little higher on the little girl's
 thigh. His touch was light but insistent as his fingers
 stroked her smooth skin just an inch below the hem of
 her short skirt. Penny held her breath, hardly able to
 believe that this happening. Surely Father Christmas
 wasn't suppose to do things like that. She watched
 mesmerized as Santa's hand moved slowly but surely
 upwards. His hand was under her skirt now, caressing
 and stroking the soft sensitive skin on the inside of
 her leg, just above her knee.

 "I-I think... I should... I mean m-my mum will be
 waiting, she stammered.

 "No rush, my dear," he said softly as hand inched a
 little further along the young girl's inner thigh.

 "W-what are you d-doing," she breathed almost inaudibly.

 "Reminding you," he said gently. "You know? That feel-
 ing I was talking about - the one you get when men look
 at you."

 Penny caught her breath as his hand pushed a little
 higher between her legs. She was aware that the feeling
 had never left her and now it was growing stronger -
 stronger even than when she touched herself. She shift-
 ed uncomfortably on the couch, which seemed to be get-
 ting harder and more knobbly with every second. She
 felt fresh moisture leak from within her vagina and
 gasped out loud as Santa's fingers reached the most
 sensitive spot just below the leg band of her brief
 panties.

 She looked down to where Santa's thick wrist had pushed
 her short skirt to the top of her thighs. She watched
 intently as his gently caressing fingers stroked the
 tender flesh of her inner thighs. His fingertip brushed
 the hem of her panties and Penny stopped breathing as
 she waited anxiously for the final step. The finger
 remained poised and Penny looked up questioningly into
 Santa's twinkling blue eyes. He stared steadily back
 at the apprehensive young girl until her gaze dropped
 to where his hand was between her thighs.

 "I-I really think you should stop," she said anxiously,
 her voice little more than a whisper.

 "Why is that, Penny?," he said softly. "Could it be
 that you are remembering the feeling that I was talking
 about?"

 Penny blushed deep red, knowing that what she was
 feeling now was very much stronger than anything she
 had felt before. 

 "It isn't my fault," she whispered guiltily, "I don't
 ask men to stare at me."

 "Of course you don't, sweetheart. I know that you're a
 good girl," he said kindly, "but it feels nice just the
 same doesn't it?"

 The embarrassed youngster nodded reluctantly.

 "And this feels good too doesn't it?" he murmured
 moving his hand the final inch so that his fingertips
 grazed the soft swelling beneath her panties.

 Penny nodded, unable to speak.

 "Nothing wrong or bad about that," said Santa, his
 fingertip resting gently against her panties. "It's
 the most natural thing in the world for a girl to feel
 good when she's touched there."

 She inhaled sharply with surprise as he pressed gently
 into the soft swelling between her legs.

 "No - you mustn't. Please don't touch me there," she
 whispered weakly.

 "Doesn't it feel good when I do that?" he asked in a
 soft voice that seemed to challenge her to deny it.

 She shook her head no but her lips whispered, "yes"
 so softly that it was barely audible.

 Penny gasped aloud as she felt his fingers trace a
 line along the moist cleft of her vagina. Nobody had
 ever touched her there. She'd talked about it and
 fantasized with Eddie about all sorts of things but
 nobody had ever really touched her there - not even
 the paper boy who would have loved to if ever she had
 invited him in. She would never do that though - she
 had seen how worked up he was when she left her
 curtains open and allowed him to watch her as she
 danced naked in her bedroom. She had even played with
 herself, knowing that he was watching throughout the
 window. 

 The memory of the paperboy and the sensations that
 Santa's fingers were causing, made wetter than ever.
 She shifted her bottom slightly on the rough hard
 surface of the couch, hoping that Santa would not
 notice how wet her panties were.

 "It's a bit hard isn't it?" said Santa.

 "W-what?" said Penny, wondering what he was talking
 about.

 She knew what Eddie meant when he said that but
 surely... No, he must mean something else. The thought
 of Father Christmas with a hard cock was too much to
 believe. The thought of Father Christmas with any kind
 of cock was something she had never thought about
 before.

 "The log," said Santa gently, an amused smile tugging
 at his lips.

 Penny looked and was astonished to see that the couch
 was indeed a log.

 "It looks very scenic but it's a bit hard on your bum
 after a while, isn't it?"

 Penny nodded, too relieved that he wasn't talking about
 his cock, to wonder what had happened to the couch.
 Then his words suddenly made her realize there was
 nothing to feel relieved about. She was sitting here
 with Santa's hand under her skirt. He was touching her
 vagina and...

 "I really don't think you should be doing this, " she
 whispered nervously.

 Santa smiled at her and carried on talking as if she
 hadn't spoken.

 "Hop up here," he said genially, patting his knee with
 his free hand. "It's a lot more comfortable than a hard
 tree trunk."

 Penny opened her mouth to object but Santa placed a
 gentle finger over her lips.

 "Come on try it," he said, "all the children sit on my
 knee."

 Almost in a trance, Penny felt herself move. She didn't
 want to - she wasn't a child, but then she was fairly
 sure that Santa knew that already. She didn't remember
 climbing onto his lap - one moment she was sitting next
 to him and the next moment she was there. His hand
 never moved from between her legs but somehow she was
 sitting on his lap and his fingers were as busy as ever
 stroking her wet pussy through the thin cotton of her
 panties. She sat facing him, her slim legs either side
 of his. Her short skirt had ridden up to reveal her
 thighs and Penny was acutely aware that if he looked,
 he would be able to see to the tops of her legs.

 "You shouldn't be doing this to me," she whispered
 without much conviction. "It isn't right."

 Despite her protest, Penny's breathing was growing
 deeper as the delicious feeling between her thighs
 grew. She whimpered softly and was unable to stop her
 hips pushing forward slightly, pressing her virgin
 pussy against Santa's teasing fingers. Santa responded
 by slipping his finger under the leg band of her
 panties. Penny felt him stroke delicately along the
 bare flesh of her sensitive pussy lips. She trembled
 violently as his finger eased carefully between the
 slippery folds of her vagina and began a slow rhythmic
 caressing movement.

 Penny held his wrist and made a weak effort to stop
 him but her strength was as sapped as her determi-
 nation. Her feeble grip relaxed and she watched,
 mesmerized as her small hand, resting lightly on his
 wrist, moved in time with the slow caressing motion
 of his hand.

 Santa smiled benignly at her as he moved his finger
 up the moist slit of her young pussy and made the
 merest whisper of a contact with her tiny clitoris.

 Penny gasped out loud at the rush of electric pleasure
 that seemed to lance from the tiny nub of erect flesh.
 Her breathing was fast and deep as the wonderful
 intense feeling in her tummy blossomed outwards and
 suffused her body in its delicious ecstasy. 

 Even if she had wanted to, the innocent youngster
 could do nothing to stop the waves of pleasure that
 surged through her nervous system. She moaned softly
 as her supple hips pressed forward against the deli-
 cate pressure of his fingers on her quivering little
 clitoris. His fingers moved back each time she pushed
 forward, keeping the same tormentingly light pressure
 that was stimulating the most sensitive nerve endings
 in her trembling body. Her eyes looked up into his,
 pleading with him.

 "Please," she whispered almost inaudibly, not knowing
 in her own mind if she was begging him to stop or
 continue.

 Santa's free hand edged its way along the outside of
 her thigh, caressing with the same slow rhythm as his
 fingers were playing on her clitoris. His hand kept
 moving, past the soft swell of her hips and stopped
 at the waistband of her white cotton panties. Penny
 gasped and held her breath, knowing before he even
 moved, that he was going to remove her panties. She
 wanted to resist him but as his fingers grasped the
 thin elastic and began to tug firmly downwards, she
 found herself raising her bottom slightly from his lap
 to allow him to slide them down her legs.

 She watched numbly as her panties seem to fall away
 and then they hung suspended on one slim ankle until
 she shook her foot and allowed them to drop to the
 ground. Then her panties were forgotten as Santa
 slipped his finger down along the open cleft of her
 pussy until he found her virginal opening. Penny shook
 uncontrollably as he insinuated the very tip of his
 finger into her tight little vagina. She cried out
 softly at the sudden invasion of her virginal passage
 and her little pussy clasped the tip of his finger
 tightly as it slid teasingly back and forth a tanta-
 lizing inch inside her.

 Santa's other hand was busy again, unfastening the
 buttons that held his red tunic closed. Penny watched
 as the buttons popped open one by one but she no longer
 cared - all she could think about was the exquisite
 sensation that funneled through her little cunt to
 every nerve ending she possessed. So distracted was
 she by the turbulent feelings that were setting her on
 fire, she scarcely registered what her eyes were seeing
 as Santa loosened his belt and opened his trousers. A
 small part of her mind knew what he was doing - he was
 freeing his... his...

 "Oh my God!" she breathed hoarsely as she caught her
 first sight of a man's erect penis.

 She stared incredulously at the swollen shaft of puls-
 ing manhood. Her eyes took in every detail of the thick
 quivering hardness. To the little girl's eyes, it was
 impossibly large and the bulbous head, scarlet and
 glistening with Santa's precome, was even thicker.

 She allowed him to take her limp hand and place it on
 the hot throbbing pole of male flesh. Her hand tingled
 at the touch and she felt her little cunt clasp Santa's
 gently fucking finger even more tightly. He curled her
 unresisting fingers around his hard penis and encour-
 aged her small fist to move up and down in a slow
 rhythm that matched his own gentle fucking of her tight
 vaginal passage.

 Her hand continued to move of its own volition when he
 released it moved his own hand to beneath her firm
 little bottom. Penny knew what was coming next as he
 drew her small body closer to him. Her lower body slid
 slowly towards where her little hand was slowly pumping
 Santa's cock. The head of his cock was pointing
 straight at her cunt. She knew...

 She moaned with disappointment as his finger slowly
 withdrew from inside her and she moaned again, anxious-
 ly this time, as the head of his cock nudged the bare
 lips of her dripping cunt. Her hand was still moving
 in an automatic pumping motion on Santa's cock as he
 guided the swollen end between the smooth plump lips
 of her vagina.

 He held her small hand in his, encouraging her to
 continue as he slipped the massive dome of his cock
 up and down between the soft folds of her little cunt.
 The pressure of her pumping motion and the sliding
 friction between his cock and her tiny cunt made her
 forget everything except that if the incredible feeling
 didn't stop soon, she would explode.

 She was moaning helplessly - incoherent pleas for the
 feeling to stop when she felt the bloated head of his
 penis slide down to the tiny opening hidden between
 her vaginal lips. Her breathing stopped for a heartbeat
 as she felt the solid flesh of his cockhead dock with
 precise accuracy against her tiny cunt hole. Her breath
 escaped in an explosive gasp as Santa pushed the bul-
 bous end of his swollen penis against the narrow
 entrance to her vagina. She shook her head in sudden
 panic as she the reality hit her of what he was trying
 to do. She had known from the moment he unbuttoned his
 tunic but that was knowing in her mind - this was
 really happening to her body.

 "I don't want to do this," she whimpered in fear as he
 pushed harder trying to enter her.

 The helpless young girl cried out softy as she felt
 his hardness pressing against the resistance of her
 virginal opening. He pushed again, much harder and the
 frightened youngster felt herself stretch under the
 pressure as Father Christmas sought admission to her
 young body.

 She tried to say no as she felt herself stretching to
 accommodate the bulbous head of Santa's erection but
 it was already too late. The pressure on her reluctant
 opening gradually increased and she felt the swollen
 tip of his penis begin to enter her, slowly expanding
 her vaginal entrance to accommodate its girth. Penny
 felt a brief sharp pain as Father Christmas thrust
 harder and penetrated her tight passage another inch.
 The pain was gone in a moment but, despite her naïve
 innocence, she knew that she was no longer a virgin.

 None of the fantasies she had imagined about how it
 would be the first time had included the unbelievable
 reality that Father Christmas would be the one to take
 her virginity. She felt a brief pang of regret that
 she would never be the same again but the thought was
 lost as his cock slid effortlessly into her wet and
 slippery young cunt, filling and stretching her velvet
 soft vaginal passage as he penetrated her completely.

 She whimpered softly as her aching cunt adjusted to
 the massive thickness that filled her to the core.
 Santa held himself inside the young girl, not moving
 as he gave her a moment to get used to invasion of her
 innocent little pussy. Penny could feel his pulse
 beating inside her vagina as his swollen cock throbbed
 passively inside her. She knew that it wasn't possible
 that he had actually put it inside her but there was
 no denying that it was true and she was amazed at how
 easily it had happened.

 When he began to move within her, fucking her virgin
 passage with gentle care, she cried out as the waves
 of pleasure returned and rocked through her slim body.

 The young girl began to moan with pleasure and her
 hips rocked rhythmically upwards to meet his engorged
 penis each time it thrust back into her.

 She had no control over what was happening to her but
 her young body needed no guidance as it moved grace-
 fully in time with Santa's thrusting penis. She
 clutched wildly at open air as she felt the incredible
 sensation building to heights that her even imagination
 could never have envisaged. Her tiny fist closed
 tightly on the heavy fabric of Santa's tunic as she
 felt his body tense and stiffen beneath her. Penny
 knew, at that moment, that he was about to come inside
 her.

 His soft white beard tickled and caressed her face as
 he crushed his lips to hers and thrust his tongue for-
 ward between her lips. He probed the warm sweetness of
 her mouth, searching out her tongue with his. His lips
 pressed bruisingly to hers as he groaned into her
 mouth. His arms crushed her slim body to his and Penny
 tightened her grip on his tunic as he gave a single
 determined thrust, that drove his penis deep into her
 tight vagina. Her muscles contracted and spasmed in
 protest at the final brutal invasion of her virgin
 cunt. 

 The soft whimper that escaped her throat turned to a
 sudden scream of ecstasy and her fingers tore wildly
 at Santa's tunic, ripping the buttons free as she felt
 his scalding sperm explode deep inside her and her own
 orgasm swept through her shuddering body. She shook
 uncontrollably as spurt after spurt of Santa's semen
 shot deep into womb, keeping her orgasm at an
 incredible peak as it rolled through her, draining her
 of the last dregs of energy.

 Then it was over. She clenched her bottom lip between
 her teeth as she felt Santa's softening penis slip
 from inside her, leaving her limp with exhaustion.
 Penny felt a wave of dizziness and leaned her head into
 Santa's chest for support. He cradled her gently as her
 eyelids drooped and she murmured a faint sound of con-
 tentment.

 She wasn't sure if she had dozed off but she was dis-
 turbed by Santa reaching his arm around to the side and
 pulling a wrapped gift from his sack. Penny took the
 gift and offered her puckered lips for a kiss.

 Father Christmas kissed her gently and whispered in her
 ear, "So, do you believe in Santa now, Penny?"

 "I believe in what just happened," she whispered, "but
 how do I know that any of it was real?"

 "Did it feel real to you?"

 She nodded, "Yes but..."

 "So would you rather believe what you see or what you
 can feel?"

 "What's the difference?" she asked, puzzled that Santa
 would want to discuss things like that after what had
 just happened.

 "Look down," he said gently.

 Penny gaze dropped to the spot between her legs - the
 place where, just a few short minutes ago, she had felt
 Santa pump his thick sperm into her little pussy. There
 was no sign that anything had happened at all. Disap-
 pointed and relieved that there was nothing visible to
 betray her loss of innocence, she glanced around for
 her panties. Santa smiled broadly and lifted the hem
 of her skirt just enough to reveal that she was wearing
 them.

 "But-but what.. I mean, how? How did you do that?"

 "What do you want to believe, Penny? Is it possible
 that you imagined it all?"

 "No," she said defiantly, "I know what I felt and it
 was real. I felt... I felt you... inside me."

 "Of course you did, child," he stared meaningfully at
 her.

 "I-I don't understand..."

 "You believe what you felt inside you despite what your
 eyes are telling you."

 "I suppose so," she muttered reluctantly.

 The only real things are what's inside you - what you
 feel. The spirit of Christmas is inside you just as
 much as it's always been and that's where Santa Claus
 lives. Goodness and kindness are real things and
 they're made real once a year in me."

 Penny nodded slowly, seeing what he meant.

 "So you're only real to people who feel goodness and
 kindness?"

 "You've got it," said Santa proudly. "Just that,
 occasionally I have a very special person who needs to
 feel a little more than that."

 "So, I guess I must believe in you then," said Penny
 suddenly feeling happier than she had for weeks.

 She stood up ready to go. "Mum will be wondering where
 I am. I've been here for ages."

 "Don't worry about that, how do you think I manage to
 visit so many children all in one night."

 Penny grinned happily, "Magic?"

 Santa just smiled at her happy face.

 A thought struck the youngster as she turned to go.

 "You said I had two more people to make happy. Who's
 the other one?"

 Santa laughed out loud and pointed at her. "Who do you
 think Penny?"

 She grinned and threw her arms around him. She kissed
 him hard and whispered in his ear.

 "Happy Christmas, Santa. See you next year?"

 Santa nodded, "Any year that you look for me Penny,
 I'll be here."

 She made her way along the winding pathway towards the
 exit. Her eyes still darting about to catch sight of
 one of the elves, still wondering how much of what had
 happened was real. Of course Santa hadn't really fucked
 her - he'd just wanted her to feel him inside her.

 Her mother was waiting by the cash desk at the exit.

 "So was it really so terrible," she asked.

 "No, it was wonderful," said Penny dreamily, and the
 radiant smile on her face confirmed her words.

 "You look as if you're feeling the Christmas spirit
 inside you already."

 "Oh I have... I mean I am," said Penny with a satisfied
 grin.

 Her mother pointed to the gift-wrapped package that
 Penny was holding,  "Aren't you going to open it?"

 "I don't need to," said Penny happily, "I already know
 what's inside."

 "You do?"

 "Of course," Penny shrugged carelessly, "It's my ice
 skates."

 "I don't think so," said her mother, amused at her
 daughter's naiveté. "Those skates cost a hundred times
 the entrance fee to Santa's grotto. The store would go
 broke if it gave everybody gifts like that."

 Penny shrugged unconcerned about the financial aspects.

 "Santa doesn't give everyone expensive gifts," she
 said, knowing that it was true.

 "So why would he choose you?"

 "Santa told me that, once in her life and only once,
 every young girl gets a very special gift from him. I'm
 sure that this was my year."

 "Sounds like a good publicity stunt," said her mother
 approvingly. "I suppose they know what they're doing."

 Penny wasn't listening. Her grip tightened unconscious-
 ly on something small and hard in her hand. She glanced
 down at the small black button that was clenched in her
 fist. Her breath quickened and her little heart beat
 faster as she looked back into the darkness of the
 grotto exit, a look of total wonder on her pretty face.

 A tiny face grinned at her from behind a tree. She
 grinned back happily. The elf winked knowingly and was
 gone.

 The End



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