Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. It was Christmas eve, and Charles was a nervous wreck. You might think this was because there were several beautiful young women scrambling around him in showy green elf costumes. You might also want to blame them for the fat, throbbing erection that was standing up like a salute between his bare legs. You'd be wrong on both counts. All the emotional and physical tension he was experiencing was for what awaited him outside the dressing room. "All that blushing really makes you look the part." Remarked Katie, one of the elves - specifically, the one who was presently fitting a giant faux beard around his face. "Big shiny red dimples, just like the jolly man himself." But Charles couldn't remember ever seeing Santa Clause like he did in the mirror. The coat was there, the hat too, and now the beard. He was a fit man, but some padding had been added under the coat to give him the right build. So he looked close, but... from the waist down he was nothing like he'd ever seen in a picture book. Just big, toned legs and a raging cock, made doubly sensitive by a ring fastened at the base. "You know, I doubt I'll have any trouble with, uh, keeping it up..." Charles mumbled, as he fiddled with the ring pointedly. His hand was quickly slapped away. "Hey now, mister, save that for the children." The children. Charles' heart skipped. That was exactly what had him in this state, the children. And that was a plural word; not a child, but multiple children of all ages, dozens of boys and girls alike. He was going to be having sex with them... all of them. Without the ring holding back orgasm, it would indeed be an impossible task. As he'd been told, Santa's visit was traditionally done this way in the Community. Just like in the outside world, at malls, where scores of children line up to sit in a stranger's lap and read off their wish lists for the holiday. What a difference an erect, adult cock makes. Tradition though it might be, however, Charles was new in town. He hadn't had the luck before to get so much as a taste of one little boy or girl in all his thirty five years. And that was exactly how he got this job, for as he was told, children having sex with adults was so commonplace here that the little ones would recognize most cocks on sight. This could 'spoil the magic', they told him. This was going to be magical alright. "There..." Katie cooed, as she finished some last adjustments and pulled back. "Alright, big guy, stop spacing out. It's your big moment." She looked him in the eye through his reflection. "You're not having second thoughts, are you?" Charles' eyes went wide and he spun around, nearly slapping her belly with his cock. "No! No, I'm ready, I mean..." he cleared his throat, deepened it, and put on his best Santa voice. "I'm ready to... see the children." Katie smiled, then stepped back, motioning towards the dressing room door. The sound of cheering boomed through the town hall as dozens of little boys and girls saw this year's St. Nick walk into the scene. He waved cheerfully, both with his hand and his incredibly erect, bobbing cock, which wobbled to and fro with each step towards the decked-out throne in the center of the room. It was not possible for him to get one blood vessel harder than he already was, with or without the tight cock ring. But under the beard, Charles was smiling ear to ear with unbridled excitement. All these kids, their parents happily standing behind them. If that wasn't enough to get any pedophile's juices flowing, they were all just as bottomless as he was... and for the same reason, too. He'd never imagined the sight so many pink little girl pussies, so many stiff little cocklets, all at ready for the festivities. Of course there were a lot of erect men and soaked women as well, standing in the back. Charles sat down on the chair, cock throbbing upright against his belly. He let out a traditional 'ho ho ho!' such that it bobbed against his stuffed belly. His dresser, Katie, knelt down beside him. She was equipped with a box of disinfecting wipes, for as he'd been told beforehand, he would be exchanged between a lot of different holes. Doubtless, the children's bottoms were all washed up for the event, but hygiene is hygiene, especially when going from a little bottom to a little pussy. Another elf girl walked up to the railing and addressed the families. She was very matriarchal, with large breasts and thick, toned thighs. What an offset to the tiny bodies all around her. In another situation, Charles could have ogled her, but adult bodies were so far from his mind at that moment. "Merry Christmas boys and girls! you can see, ol' saint Nick is ready to go, and I'm sure all you little ones are ready to tell him what you want for Christmas! Who's ready?" There was a cheer of tiny voices, as innocent sounding as any mall santa event you could imagine. "Now remember," she continued, "this might be a very exciting moment for some of the youngest ones here today. Usually, only family can play with you until you are six years old. But Santa has traveled all the way here from the north pole, and all the mommies and daddies here are okay with it... so don't be scared! Santa is part of EVERY family, isn't that right Mr.Clause?" Charles swallowed, and nodded dumbly. Who was he to argue? "Okay, you guys." The elf continued, "I need you to form a line to my left. The nice lady by the entrance will lube you up for santa. If you are a girl, you can choose which hole you prefer, unless you're under five, in which case it's going to have to be your butt, okay? Now line up, children." Under five... good gracious, there were preschoolers in line. Charles groaned as his eyes hunted the crowd for the tiniest kids, some still walking unsteadily towards the entrance. Some even had little pacifiers in their mouths. They were just babies! As luck would have it, the first child to reach the gate WAS one of the littlest ones Charles had been eyeing. Her cute little legs somewhat unsteadily carried her forward, and Charles watched her with an incredible eagerness he'd never felt before. She was a very cute little blonde girl, with a noticably round bubble butt. Given the circumstances, that was perfect; if she was too small for vaginal, her tiny bottom was absolutely perfect for what was about to happen. The room got very quiet and still, and it was very easy to hear light squishing as the adult elf girl pushed one, then two fingers into her tiny ass, making the tot squirm and whimper. Charles noticed that the child was watching his cock the entire time with a look in her beautiful blue eyes that he'd always been told children don't know how to give. "Okay, go on!" The announcer said patting the girl's bottom as she quickly toddled over on her tiny legs. Smiling, Katie stood up and picked up the child by her tiny armpits, easily hoisting her. "Up you go." She sang cheerfully, as she set the child down in Santa's lap. This was it. Charles had a bottomless toddler in nothing but a red/green holiday-themed t-shirt being set down on his cock. His heart was in his throat as he finally experienced the softness of a child's body, the tininess and lightness of her. He could easily support her balanced on the end of his pole. But as Katie negotiated the little girl's tiny ass into place and the wet, lightly stretched hole made contact, Charles did finally come to life. Grasping the youngster by the waist, he began to push down. Even by such a young age, a child of the community is bound to have taken quite a lot of anal, and it was immediately apparent as the cock found its way into the tight, soft space with little fuss. Only a moment's resistence, then, with a wet plop, in it went. Charles briefly paused, worrying about the child's well being, only to see she was beaming up at him and panting happily. It was enough for him to push her down the rest of the way without a second thought. There was applause as the baby sank all the way down in a single clean stroke, her soft round rump cheeks meeting Santa's thighs with a gentle smack. God, so this is what a child feels like, Charles thought. "W...what is your name and age, little missy?" he gasped, still holding her by the hips. "Th'amantha." replied the child, with a cute lisp. "I'm thi'th many." She held up a hand with only three fingers. Good heavens. He was balls deep in a three year old. Unable to resist, Charles began to gently pull the toddler up again, then down, enjoying her soft, pink little asshole as they talked. It relaxed him, soothed his tension, and everything suddenly seemed very natural and easy. "And... what would you most like for Christmas, Samantha?" "I want crayon'th, lot'th of them!" She happily chirped. Crayons were a bit of a commodity still, picked up mostly by runners. "Crayons? Are you an artist, little one?" Charles couldn't believe he was chatting so casually as he fucked her little ass. "Uh huh..." Samantha said cutely, between small gasps. "I draw bird'th." "Mmh... birds? Well, that's just wonderful, Samantha. I'm sure you'll draw... mmh... the prettiest birds ever when you get your new crayons." The child squealed and started bouncing up and down on her own, clapping happily. She leaned forward and gave Charles the most adorable hug in thanks, even with her small hips rising and falling. God it felt amazing. As the man made love to the baby, he found himself looking out at the crowd. Smiling at how nobody minded what he was doing. In fact, several women had their fingers up inside them, dads were stroking themselves to the sight, and some couples even had their hands busy with one another. Everyone was definitely in the spirit of the event. Charles' reverie was broken by a pat on the shoulder. It was the announcer. To the bottom of his heart, he dreaded having the tiny thing pulled off his cock, but he surrendered, leaning back in his chair. However, it wasn't quite over for baby Samantha yet. "The parents have requested a picture, Santa." said the elf. "O-oh... oh! Yes. Of course, go ahead." He stuttered. The elf girl turned and waved over a pretty young woman, who was holding a fancy looking camera. "Ok Sylvia, do your magic." The woman named Sylvia happily nodded as she knelt down and looked up at man and child. "Can you please turn her to face me, Mr. Clause?" Charles got more time to be in toddler-ass-heaven, so he was more than happy to comply. Holding Samantha by her little waist, he began turning her. She helped as best as she could with her cute little legs, lifting and navigating her tiny feet against her Santa's thighs so she could get about-face. It felt amazing, having the soft, fleshy walls of her anal passage massaging the whole way around. It was also cute to see how small her feet were and feel her soft little soles along the way. Finally, she was facing outward, her small legs latching around his much larger ones, those cute little feet hooked over his knees. Her legs didn't extend any further, she was so small. Charles had to force himself to breath normally as he looked forward at the camera and smiled through his beard, his hands grasping her by her tiny waist. "Say cheese!" Sylvia casually sang, and the two of them echoed it back with happy smiles as the flash snapped, capturing the moment forever: santa with an impaled child hilted on his cock, his balls ballooned out under her tiny and pudgy little baby pussy. After Sylvia had returned to the crowd, the elf announcer finally came to part adult and child. Oh well, even an extra couple of minutes of toddler butt are a blessing. "Ok, upsie daisy." the elf chimed, as she lifted the youngster for a second time, only this time off of the man's lap. 'Santa' got a big eyefull of her well-fucked, pink asshole before the little one was set down. A job well done. The next child was a girl of six or seven, and by the time Charles was registering her, she was lubed and ready to go. He felt his cock being wiped by Katie, because it was the shiny, lubed up preteen pussy that was next. Oh, god, was he ever ready. He'd only dreamed of getting kiddy pussy wrapped around his cock, and here came one now. Just as before, the little girl was hoisted up. As she was, Charles stole a peek of the next kid in line. It was a beautiful boy of about the same age, with that cute messy head of dirty blonde hair that looks so adorable on them, big shining hazel eyes, and a perfect, hairless piece between his legs- Stop! focus, focus, he told himself, looking back towards the current little girl. Besides, she was a showstopper herself... a deeply tanned latina, skin like milk chocolate with jet black hair that went to the middle of her back. Her pussy was glowing nearly as red as his own hat as it settled against the head of his cock. Breathing in, he took hold of her little hips, pausing to ask. "And what's your name, sweetie?" This time, the child, who had a mischievious little smile, took a bit of initiative. Putting her small hands on Charles' tummy, she pushed herself down, splaying her skinny legs and - pop, in he went. Warm, soft child pussy enveloped him as she sank down on his cock, nearly hilting with him in a single fluid thrust. "I'm Michelle." She giggled. "I'm seven." The little urchin may have been a bit of a showoff, but feeling himself all the way up in her tiny, tight tummy was lending this Santa to keep her on his 'nice' list. A bit 'naughty' himself, he grasped her waist and began pistoning her with as much force as she'd used. There were chuckles among the adults of the crowd as he began to earnestly fuck Michelle. "And ... mmf, what do you want for Christmas... sweet child?" He asked the little minx. "I want a bike!" She squealed, putting her own hips and legs into it. "See, I know how to ride!" There were lots of laughs at the precocious sense of humor this child had, but all Charles could do was bare down his fingers into the flesh of her ass, grit his teeth, and keep pounding her like a little fleshlight on his cock. She was so tight he could feel her clit rubbing like a little rolling ball up and down the length. Children were amazing! "A bike you shall have... little one..." he groaned. "Okay, next~" the elf announcer said, breaking the spell. She hoisted Michelle's tight little vagina off its plump visitor with an audible wet pop. It was just as much a shame as it was with the toddle, but there were dozens of kids to deal with. And then there was that boy... Charles' eyes darted over, noticing as the little guy came walking his way. It wasn't that he had a preference either way, but now he'd succeeded in fucking two little girls. It was time for a brand new experience. He found himself actually licking his lips. The same treatment as always continued. Smiling oh so casually, Katie hoisted the little boy up by his armpits, but maybe she could see where Charles was looking, because she decided to go a little higher this time. She brought the boy in close, and Charles did what any sane man would do with a smooth, hard boy cock in front of his face: he gobbled it up. He found himself even pulling those small, smooth balls in, his lips sealing around the enitire root like his own cock ring, and rolled the boy's perfectly-sized meat in circles with his tongue. The boy giggled cutely, and there were chuckles from the crowd. He tasted so good, just a stiff little rod covered in just enough softness to roll the skin back and forth. The sac was so much more taut than an adult's, just too orbs as smooth as tiny quail eggs inside a silky pouch. Charles could have spent hours just feasting on the child, but he knew better than to test that with the elf girls. It was time to fuck. As the man withdrew, the little boy was lowered just like the other kids, sat on the crown of Charles' cock. By now, the pedophile was just lustful, not nervous, so he took the boy in his hands and nodded the elf away. She withdrew, smiling, letting him do his thing. "Ho ho ho, what is your name, sport?" Charles asked, peeking down at the beautiful sight that is a fully erect adult cock poised underneath a much smaller, less developed child cock. "I'm Christopher!" He giggled, his small hands resting on the man's chest. "And I'm seven like Michelle. She's my girlfriend." There were some 'awwws' from the audience. Charles looked and could see little Michelle, behind the fencing, hiding her face in her hands and giggling. Childhood sweethearts. "That's wonderful..." Charles laughed, as one hand found its way to the boy's rear and tugged at a cheek to give himself a chance to nuzzle the boy's oriface with his prick. "And Michelle doesn't mind that her boyfriend is going to get stuffed like a girl?" To everyone's great amusement, Michelle rolled her eyes with her usual sass and said, "Oh I'm always putting things in his butt, I think he's more like my girlfriend." After the laughter that followed her quip had died down and the boy had blushed hard enough, Charles waved his hand at the crowd. "Alright, settle down, lets get you sitting properly big guy. Down you go." Sure enough, down the child went, slowly at first - his little pucker had a bit of a grip on it, perhaps something that comes with a few years given how plyable the three year old was. Or maybe it was him being a boy. Either way, the little guy quickly started to prove his girlfriend right as he moaned and closed his eyes, writhing his little body with pleasure. the bulbous head got swallowed up like it was nothing. This little slut's boypussy devoured the rest quickly, hips tilting a little in an obvious attempt to feel pressure on his little prostate. Finally, Charles sat there looking down at a boy's smooth cock pointing up at him, no sign of his own in sight.. just his own lightly trimmed pubic hair pressed against completely smooth skin. It was heavenly. He had to remind himself he liked girls just as much, because the boy's ass was easily the tightest, warmest, softest thing he'd experienced so far. The way the ring gripped him was like a vice, but the rest was like smooth, oiled up silk. He couldn't even bring himself to pull out for the first thrust for several seconds. Pretty soon, little Christopher did end up going up and down just like the other children, his small fingers gripping like a kneading cat's into Charles' chest. The two began to fuck, man and boy, establishing eye contact as they did. Charles quickly remembered himself, and as he continued to mate the child, he gave the standard interview. "And... and what would you like for Christmas, mmh, Christopher? A strapon for Michelle?" There was more laughter. "Nooo, she ... she has one." The boy said, blushing, as he went up and down more and more rapidly. "Actually... mmh... a bike too, so we can... ah... ride together." "Well that's... mmh, god... that's very sweet of you, I'm sure that can be ... arranged." Having such a casual conversation while having sex with this elementary school student was strangely easy. It seemed like the room's general mood and cheer had gotten to him after all, and it really did feel very normal having sex with these kids. The clouds had been lifted from Charles' mind, and now there was only the innocence of a child's holiday gift list and the warm pleasure of his soft little body. So help him, he would fuck every child in this town one day! As always, the boy was lifted free. Charles made sure to give his boycock one final smooch, and then the gentle, cool touch of the disinfectant wipes returned to his prick. His inhibitions were gone now. All he could think of was fucking the next child... and the next, and the next. The pattern continued. Child after child, always including toddlers of both genders, some so small they sucked a pacifier as he stuffed them. If they couldn't talk yet, it was fine, they would still get a nice photo with santa, who now proudly wore them on his erection for the camera. Then there were kids as old as eleven, girls who even had the beginnings of breasts for him to smooch and suck on as he fucked their hole of choice. He loved each and every one of them, even when they were chubby or plain. Every child was beautiful in his eyes and every hole was a new joy to experience. After all, these were children, and all children deserve cock. After what seemed like an eternity of sweaty child sex, the last little girl, a rather hyperactive five year old that had really gotten Charles panting, was pulled free of his cock and sat down with her well-fucked pussy gaping nicely. The line was clear, and now the dozens of children standing outside the gate all had stretched holes like her, one way or the other. What an accomplishment for one man! Just then the big finale was announced by the elf girl leading the ceremony. "After all that, I'm sure Saint Nick needs to squirt his special milk, don't you, Mr.Clause?" Slap-happy by now, Charles could only nod. "Alright children," She continued, lifting a gate at the center of the line. "Everyone kneel down in front of Santa and try to catch some!" The next thing Charles knew, a see of tiny faces was in front of him, all looking up and smiling, or opening their mouths like hungry baby chicks. He immediately stood up, overtaken with lust, and unsnapped the ring from the under his balls. It fell with a clink as he stood on the stairway over the children and grasped his manhood, furiously stroking it to their collective beauty. It took no time at all, as one might imagine. "Merry... Christmas!" Grunted the horny Santa Clause. And then he moaned a mighty moan. For him, the whole world blurred as he came harder than he'd ever cum in his life, like his soul had left his body entirely. For the children, it seemed like a hot snow storm, as jet after jet of pent up cum showered their faces. Many caught it on their tongues and ate it up, while others giggled as it splashed hotly across their little button noses or puffy cheeks. The adults applauded and woo'd with joy, but Charles couldn't hear anything. When he came to from his 'little death', somehow still standing, Charles - now as jolly as any Santa Clause can be - smiled down at all the cum coated children, watching as they licked sperm from each other's faces or shared it around to those it had missed. As he watched, he felt Katie, coming up behind him. She hugged him from the back, supporting him enough to let him relax his legs just a little bit. "Welcome to the Community." She whispered. "You're good with children. You'll fit right in." With a wicked smile, Charles looked back at her over his shoulder. "Oh I'll do that, alright."