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   I Saw Mommy Fucking Santa Clause(M/F, Mg, Inc, Ped) by Fitfully
Yours(fitfully_yours@hotmail.com)

   ***

   Damn, I hate the holidays!  Nothing but a waste of time, and an excuse
to overuse the credit cards.  At least, that's what I've seen so far. 
Sure, there are a few good things about the holidays, and I'm not saying
there aren't compensations, but still.  When your wife spends so much on
the credit cards that I'll have to work overtime for three months straight
to be able to pay them off by next Christmas...  well, you get the idea. 
It was two weeks after Christmas, January 7 to be precise, and I had just
received the last of seven (yes, I said 7!) credit card statements.  I was
sitting at my desk, wondering how I was going to pay these off when my wife
walked in.

   "Dave, Matt and I are going to my work party," she announced, dragging
our seven year old son into the room.  "I asked Carol if she wanted to go,
but she's still in her little funk." Lisa rolled her eyes toward the
ceiling.  "I don't know what's going on, but she better get over it, quick!
Eleven is too old to be throwing fits like that!"

   I mumbled my agreement, not wanting to get in the middle of it.  If our
daughter didn't want to go to a stupid party held by a family owned
restaurant, then more power to her.  I didn't, however, want my wife to
even suspect that I could side with my daughter over her.

   She stood, ranting and raving with no attempt to lower her voice so
Carol couldn't hear, then gave up in disgust.  "Maybe you can figure out
why she's been moping around the house since Christmas.  I always thought
Christmas was supposed to be a happy time for kids!" With those final
words, she stormed out of the room.  A few moments later, the front door
slammed, her car started, and the engine noise faded down the driveway.

   About fifteen minutes after the final sound of the engine had faded, my
daughter opened the door to my office.  "Daddy?  I need to tell you
something," she said, walking over to my chair.

   I turned to face her.  My daughter stood in front of me, her face
partially concealed by her long brown hair, but not enough to let me miss
the puffy look around her eyes.  Whatever had upset Carol was bad enough to
make her cry.  "What's wrong, baby," I asked, brushing the hair from her
face.

   "Daddy, I saw something bad," she said, her voice hitching with emotion.
"I can't keep it a secret, but if I tell you, my life will be ruined! 
You'll divorce mommy, I'll never see you again, and I can't stand it!"

   "Whoa, there, what are you talking about?"

   "Mommy had sex with someone else!" she wailed, burying her face into my
shoulder.

   "Huh?" was the only thought I could voice.

   "Please don't be mad at mommy, but I saw her having sex with someone!"

   I shook my head in confusion.  "Hey, wait a minute," I said.  "How do
you even know what sex is?  I didn't know about sex when I was eleven!"

   "Daddy," she muttered into my shoulder.  "I had sex ed in November. 
Remember that permission slip both you and mommy had to sign?"

   I seemed to vaguely remember something about dual consent needed for
something, but I had no memory as to what it had been.

   "Well, maybe you were mistaken as to what you saw," I said, hopefully.

   "Daddy, I'm eleven, not stupid," she said.  "I know what sex is."

   "Well," I said, floundering.  "What did your mommy do?"

   "Well, first she unzipped his pants and pulled his thingy out." she
said. Then, to my astonishment, I felt a small hand unzip my fly and reach
into my pants!

   "What are you doing?" I asked my daughter.

   "I have to do this, daddy," she said, shaking my hands off hers, and
pulling my cock out of my pants.  "I don't know all the right words, so I
need to show you." My brain was racing a million different directions at
once, and I barely heard her.

   "She started doing this," Carol said, and started massaging the blood
into my rapidly stiffening cock.  The rest of my willpower flew out the
window.

   My daughter knelt between my feet, looked up at me, and shook her head.
"I can't show you this way," she said.  "He was standing up.  Can you..."

   I rose to my feet, but she shook her head again.  "They were in the
living room," she started, but I didn't need her to finish.  I helped her
to her feet, and we walked out to the living room together.

   Now, I had never thought of my daughter as a sexual being, especially
since she was only eleven, but that walk to the living room changed my
world perspective.  Her cute little ass, clad in jeans, ticked back and
forth in an ultimately appealing way, and I wondered why I had never
noticed that before.  Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, ending just
above mid-back.  Her frame was still more little girl than woman, her hips
barely making a rise from her body.

   She stopped in the middle of the living room.  "You stand here," she
said, pointing to a spot next to the coffee table.  She knelt in front of
me and grasped my hard cock that still stood through my fly.

   She stroked me for a good five minutes, and I thought I was going to cum
from the hand job, but then she suddenly raised herself to her knees, and
engulfed my cock with her tiny mouth.  I gasped in surprise, not at all
expecting this, and instinct made me push her head away from my wildly
throbbing cock.

   "Mommy did this too, but I don't know what it's called," she said,
batting my hands aside and sucking me back into her mouth.  She couldn't
even fir half my length into her mouth, but I could tell she was trying to
copy what she must have seen, because the tip hit the back of her throat
several times, making her gag.

   After an eternity that was probably only a few minutes, she released her
mouth's hold on my cock and stood up in front of me.  I looked down, and
saw my throbbing cock, shiny with my eleven year old daughter's saliva.  I
looked up at her, and realized she had started taking off her clothes.

   She was standing in front of me in her panties and what I think was a
training bra.  She was putting her jeans on the coffee table on top of the
blouse she had just placed there.  She reached for her bra, hesitated, and
with a sudden movement, peeled it off her small body.  Her breasts, what
there was of them, were perfect little mounds topped by pale pink nipples
that just begged to be touched, to be felt.  As I stared at her body, she
hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her little cotton panties, and pulled
them off.  I marveled at her body.  Sure, her mother, my wife was
beautiful, but I had never seen such perfection in my life.  She had a few
wisps of hair at the very top of her pussy, so light they almost looked
blonde.

   I could just watch as she climbed on the coffee table, moving the pile
of clothing so she could use it as a pillow, lie down and spread her legs.
"He sat on his knees between her legs and did something with his head," she
said.  "I don't know what, so I guess you'll have to show me."

   I nodded mutely, knelt between her lovely thin legs, and caught my first
whiff of my daughter's preteen pussy.  The smell was like nothing I had
ever smelled before, and I doubt I can even put it into words.  Just
imagine that smell you get when you crawl into a bed with sheets that had
dried in the summer sunlight, or the smell when walking past a bakery. 
Carol's scent smelled like nothing more than heaven on earth.

   Faintly, I heard her say something about his head being "down there",
but I was running on pure instinct at that point.  I leaned forward, stuck
out my tongue, and ran it over the smooth slit of her sex.  I had never
eaten out a woman who was hairless, so I wasn't expecting the smooth
sensation, or the reaction I got from her.  Her body trembled, her legs
locked around my head, and suddenly my face was pressed into her body.  I
couldn't move my mouth, but I had opened my mouth to taste her, so taste
her I did, plunging my tongue into her trembling little body.

   Her juices started pouring from her body the moment I did, and my little
girl was ambrosia, my head lost in the moment.  She was short enough that I
could easily wrap my arms around her legs (which were still holding my head
tight against her pussy) and reach up to her budding breasts.  In this
position, her breasts were almost non-existent.  The nipples, though, were
standing out from her body like small erasers.  I massaged, feeling her
ribs underneath the breast tissue, feeling her nipples glide through the
lines in my palms, feeling her tiny hands cover mine as I played.

   "Then...  then they...  they" Carol tried, but the feelings must have
been too intense, because her body shuddered, then curled up, pulling my
head with her.  She grabbed my hair and held me tighter as her first orgasm
raced through her body.  I lapped at her pussy, wanting to catch every drop
of girl cum I could manage as her pussy squeezed it out.

   Her orgasm seemed to last forever, but she finally let go of my hair,
and let her legs fall on my shoulders.  I could have gotten up at that
point, but the experience was too good to stop.  My tongue continued to
flick at her immature clit and my fingers continued to flick at her hard
little nipples, and her body continued to shudder in pleasure.

   "D...d..daddy," she stuttered, finally pushing my head away from her. 
"They did other things too, and I think you should know." That brought part
of my mind at least to the present.  At this point, I didn't care if my
wife had proceeded to fuck the entire US army; I just wanted the show and
tell to continue.

   "What did they do next," I asked.

   "They went to your room," she said, grasping my hand and leading my down
the hall and into my bedroom.  "Mommy lay down on the bed," she said,
mirroring her words by her actions, "spread her legs again, and told him to
get undressed." I started taking off my shirt, but she stopped me.  "No,
daddy, he just pulled down his pants and climbed in between her legs."

   "Ok," I thought, pulling down my jeans.  I took my jeans off entirely,
though, not wanting them to hinder my movements.  "Then what?" I asked.

   "Well, mommy slid down and her butt sort of hung off the edge," she
said. Carol scooted her little ass over the edge and looked at me
expectantly.

   "Hold on a second," I said, coming to some sort of sense.  "I'll be
right back," I said, walking into the master bath.  I returned with a
bright red beach towel.  "Get up a second," I said, then watched with
absolute delight as my little girl sprang naked from my bed.  I lay the
towel on the bed where she had been laying.  "Hop up," I said, my heartbeat
audible in my voice.  She hopped on the bed, scootched her little ass to
the edge, and looked at me.

   I tore my eyes away from the sight and walked over to the night table on
my side of the bed.  I opened it and pulled out a small square.

   "What is that?" Carol asked, looking at the thing in my hand.

   "You're getting to the age where your body is getting ready for you to
be a mommy," I said.  "I don't want you to be a mommy yet, so I have to be
careful." She watched, fascinated as I rolled the condom over my throbbing
cock.

   "Then what?" I asked, moving between her spread legs.

   "Well, I'm not really sure," she said, "I really couldn't see all that
well.  He got closer to mommy," (I took a step forward, following her
instructions) "then he did something with his thingy." (I reached down and
aimed the head of my cock at her wet little pussy.  "I guess you'll have to
show me this, too," she finished in her innocent little girl voice.

   I eased forward, rubbing the tip of my sheathed cock against the smooth
outer lips of my daughter's pussy.  "This might hurt a little bit the first
time, baby," I said, "but I'll be as gentle as possible, ok?"

   She looked into my eyes, nodded solemnly, and looked back down at my
cock.  I pushed my hips forward, and watched in fascination as first the
condom-tip then my cock head slipped into her virgin pussy.

   Holy Damn!  I was expecting her to be tight, but I wasn't expecting a
goddamn vice!  I pulled out, walked over to my wife's side of the bed and
pulled a tube of KY from the box where she hides her vibrators.  I lathered
a generous amount on my cock, then painted Carol's pussy with it, slipping
my fingers inside her to make sure she was lubed up there, too.

   I tossed the KY up on the bed, stood between her legs again, and pressed
my hips forward.  My cock head slipped between her lips easier, but her
tightness was still there.  Even through the condom, I could feel the heat
from her young body.  I pressed forward, not stopping until I felt the
barrier of her hymen.

   "Are you ready?" I asked.

   Carol nodded, looking down where her daddy's "thingy" was disappearing
into her "thingy."

   I pressed forward, not needing to see the cringe on my daughter's face
as my cock pierced through her hymen.  I slowly pressed forward until I was
all the way inside her, then stopped.  Tell me when you're ready."

   "I'm ready," she whispered.

   I pulled my cock out until only the head remained inside her.  I looked
down and saw the condom was coated with a mixture of KY and blood.  I
looked at her face, saw her eyes were locked onto mine, and I slowly pushed
forward again.  When I was all the way into her, I asked her, "Are you ok?"

   She nodded yes, then reached her arms up, asking for a hug like she had
since she was a baby.  I picked up her small form, kneed my way onto the
bed, and lay her down.  "I love you, baby," I said, kissing her mouth in an
entirely unfatherly way.  She responded back with zeal, allowing me to
flick her tongue with mine, and even flicking her own tongue against mine.

   It was a slow start, to be sure, but I started the dance that I had
performed with my wife so many times.  Comparing sex with my wife and sex
with Carol was like comparing Kindergarten tee ball practice and being MVP
in the World Series.

   I reveled in the sensations; the feel of her small, naked body under
mine, the feel of her unimaginably tight pussy squeezing my cock, the feel
of her not quite breasts as I allowed one hand to wander, the feel of her
small mouth making its own type of magic with mine.  I felt feelings that I
never wanted to stop, and I would remember for the rest of my life.

   Her small body started trembling in her first post-virginal orgasm, and
her contractions sent me wildly into my own orgasm.  I plunged as deep into
her as I could, and would have filled her womb with the same semen that had
helped create her eleven and a half years before if not for the condom that
barred the way.  I don't think I had ever cum so hard or so much in my
entire life.  I shuddered a final time, then collapsed next to my daughter,
not wanting to crush her.  As soon as I was down, Carol tucked herself
under my arm and laid her head on my heaving chest.  I put my other arm
across my chest and gently rubbed her one exposed nipple.

   "Daddy, I think I need a shower."

   I looked at her face, concerned she was regretting what we had just
done. "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "I think I bled some when you, well, you know."

   I lifted my head and realized her upper thighs were stained with her
blood.

   "I'll go with you if you want me too," I said, not wanting to miss even
a moment of her beautiful body.

   "I'd like that," she said, looking up at me.

   We got up, and I followed her out into the hall and into the bathroom.
She climbed into the shower and closed the curtain, but I took my shirt off
and climbed in behind her.  "I'll help, baby," I said, taking the
showerhead from the wall and guiding it over her body.

   When she was soaked, I got her scrubby from the shelf, put the soap on
it and scrubbed her down, paying close attention to the blood on her pussy
and thighs.  Then I got the showerhead down and started rinsing her off,
moving down her body with the showerhead.

   I rinsed off her pussy, and noticed it was red and swollen.  "Does it
hurt Carol?" I asked, running my fingers across them.

   "A little, daddy," she replied.

   I lifted one of her legs to the edge of the tub, and I started placing
gentle kisses on her sore pussy.  "I bet that slut of a wife didn't do
this," I thought, then I thought of the one question I should have asked in
the first place.

   "Baby, did you know the guy your mommy was having sex with?"

   She looked down and nodded.

   "Who was it?  I promise I won't tell, and I won't get angry, and I won't
leave your mommy, ok?"

   She bit her lip, then nodded.  "It was Santa Claus!" she blurted.

   I froze.  Ever since Carol had been five, I had dressed up as Santa
Claus just in case she woke up when I was putting presents under the tree.
This year had been no different, but Lisa had seduced me into having sex
with her while wearing the suit.  Carol just had sex with me because she
thought her mother had cheated on me, but it turned out I was the one she
"cheated" with!

   "Oh, baby," I started, not wanting to ruin the afternoon, but not
wanting to mislead her either.  "There is no such thing as Santa Claus -
that was just me, dressing up like Santa!"

   Caron looked down at me, a small smile crossing her mouth.  "I'm eleven,
not stupid," she said, slapping the top of my head gently.  "I've known
there's no Santa since I turned seven, but what would you have said if I
walked up to you and told you I saw you and mommy having sex, and it
sounded like it was fun, so I wanted to try too?"

   I looked at her, shocked.  I had just been bamboozled by my own
daughter.

   "Now here are more important questions," she said, brushing her small
hands over my upturned face.  "One, does mommy like leprechauns, and two,
am I going to have to wait for holidays to have sex with you, or can we
just do it every time Mommy and Matt leave the house?"

   I didn't have the thoughts to answer her, but I think she picked the
right one anyway.  She pulled my head back to her swollen pussy, which I
immediately started licking.

   Damn, I love the holidays!!!

   *********

   This is a work of pure fiction.  In no way shape or form has this
happened or should this happen.  Any man who would take advantage of an
underage girl should have their nuts chopped off and fed to him.
   Thank you for reading