G E N I T A__C L A N


Author: Brother Genita and Sister Genita
Title: Santa Claus and Cindy Brady
Universe: Genitaland TV, the world of television's "The Brady Bunch" in
Genitaland.
Summary: In 1969, Mike Brady took his 8-year-old stepdaughter Cindy Brady
to see Santa Claus at Macy's Department Store.  They learned how much
Santa really loved children.
Keywords: Mg, bg (brief mention), Mb (brief), mg (brief mention), MF
(brief mention), MM (very brief oral), cons, mast, nosex, oral, ped, ws,
zoo (brief mentions)
Language: English

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   WARNING

   This fictional story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity.
If you are underage for your jurisdiction, or not interested in such
stories, please go read something else.

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   READ ME: This is the same story as "Santa Claus and Bobby Brady" but
with Mr. Brady and Cindy instead of Mrs. Brady and Bobby.

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   Santa Claus and Cindy Brady

   by Brother Genita and Sister Genita


   Santa Claus was excited; it was that time of the year!  During most of
the year Santa had a very active sex life, humping not only Mrs. Claus but
the elves and the reindeer too.  He loved everybody, and would have sex
with anyone and anything who wanted it.

   But in December, Santa got to play sexual games with his favorites:
children!  Sometimes he managed to get in some serious fondling, with the
little ones sitting on his lap throughout December.  But most of the fun
was on Christmas Eve.  Only Santa could count the number of kids who had
special "little packages" for him to unwrap when he visited on Dec.  24. 
And with Santa's "Christmas magic" going strong all month, his candy cane
was always ready!

   This year, Santa was going to get a special surprise from a little girl
two weeks before Christmas.  Her name was Cindy Brady.  Santa had already
fooled around with her older sisters Marcia and Jan, and even got a little
attention with her older stepbrothers Greg, Peter, and Bobby when they
were younger. This year they thought they were too old for Santa, so were
shopping with their Mommy.  But Cindy was with her stepfather, though she
always called him Daddy  She had hair of gold in little curled ringlets,
and wore the cutest little dresses that showed off her little girl legs and
got Santa very excited!

   It had been a long day at Macy's, and he was getting tired.  There were
too many people in the store for him to cop a feel very often.  He had a
couple successes.  One little dark-skinned girl named LaToya pulled the
back of her little dress up when she sat down, so her white panties were
sitting directly on Santa's lap.  One of Santa's helpers was blocking the
view from the left, so he was able to slide his left hand under her and
fondle her little bottom through her panties.  But just as he finally got
his hand slid down where he could touch her little slit through the fabric,
her time was up and another kid sat down who was wearing jeans.  He
couldn't feel hardly anything through jeans.

   Another time a little brown-haired, light skinned boy named Roger sat
down.  Roger was wearing loose shorts, and again the view was blocked so
Santa was able to slide his hand into the back of those shorts.  The boy
sat up just enough for the jolly old elf to slip his hand over the crotch
of the briefs.  Roger had a nice little cock and Santa got to fondle it
through the fabric of his underwear for about 20 seconds before the helper
moved and he had to quickly pull his hand out, pretending he was just
patting the boy on the back.

   But then finally Cindy sat down.  She was 8-years-old, had an adorable
lisp, the cutest blue-eyed smile, and blond ringlets tied in pink ribbons.
She was wearing a short frilly pink and white dress, and insisted on
keeping her large doll on her lap when she sat.  That was perfect.  The
doll was big enough to cover the little girl's crotch entirely.  Strangely,
the girl's father, Mr. Brady, stood on the right side of Santa facing the
other way.  Then Santa noticed that he was looking at the back of one of
the helpers, a big busted brunette in a red and white mini dress who was
bending over to rearrange the fake presents.  Mr. Brady was getting a
clear look at her red thong panties.  Santa had enjoyed getting into those
panties just two hours ago.  She loved doing it doggy style!

   But Santa had a different opportunity now.  With Mr. Brady on the right
and the doll on Cindy's lap, Santa's right hand couldn't be seen by the
crowd.  When Cindy sat down, it was right on top of Santa's right hand.  He
was a little concerned about her reaction, but she just smiled at him. 
Little did Santa know the talk Cindy had just had with her stepfather,
Mike Brady.

   "Now Cindy," he had said, "when you talk to Santa you want to get some
good presents, right?"

   "Right, Daddy," she had answered.

   "Ok, Cindy.  So when you sit on Santa's lap, keep your doll covering
your own lap so nobody can see it just like you do for Daddy."

   "Why, Daddy?"

   "Because that way Santa can play with your little trickle just like
Daddy does."

   "Oh goody!"

   "Ok, Cindy, but remember to keep it a secret."

   "I know, Daddy."

   Cindy seemed to have an endless list of things she wanted from new
clothes to a pony, but that was fine with Santa.  It gave him time.  His
right hand slid forward and he pulled at her dress, trying to slide it back
to get access to Cindy's panties.  Surprisingly, she sat up a little,
making it easy.  Santa loved fondling little girl's panties!  He moved his
hand under her dress, grinning at the thought of feeling her bottom and
cunny through soft fabric.  But did Santa have a surprise.  She wasn't
wearing any panties!  He could clearly feel the young girl flesh of her
soft but firm rounded buttocks.  He could also feel his own cock growing
underneath her!

   "Oh my sleigh," thought Santa, "if I can just slide my hand forward a
few inches...." He tried, but the girl was sitting firm on his lap and he
couldn't move his hand an inch.  He enjoyed fondling her little bottom, but
really wanted a crack at her, well, crack!

   Then suddenly she stopped her tirade of gift requests and put her little
mouth to his ear, cupping his ear with her hand.  "Santa," she whispered,
"do you want to feel my trickle?" He couldn't believe his ears, well, ear.
His throat went dry with a lump and he couldn't speak, he could only nod.
With that, Cindy Brady sat up just ever so slightly and Santa slid his hand
up those heavenly few inches.  His index finger was resting right on the
opening to her trickle!  Santa had a boner that could choke Blitzen!  She
felt so soft and even a little wet as he fondled her, rubbing the entrance
to her virgin pussy.  She felt wonderful!  Santa toyed with her tiny twat,
and little Cindy actually gasped.  Fortunately, no one could see why.  His
finger actually pushed slightly in to her hairless 8-year-old pussy.

   Then Cindy was whispering at Santa's ear again.  "Santa," she pleaded,
"that feels soooo good but I gotta go pee!" Little did Cindy know how Santa
felt about that.

   "That's fine, Cindy," he whispered back.  "Santa loves when little girls
and boys pee on his lap.  It feels so nice and warm and wet.  Go ahead and
pee on me."

   "But I'll get in trouble," she said.

   "No you won't, little Cindy," said Santa.  "I always just explain that
little girls and boys sometimes get excited.  You won't get in trouble I
promise.  And if you do pee on Santa's lap," he said, "Santa just might get
you that pony."

   "Oh Santa!" Cindy exclaimed in glee, no longer whispering.  "Here it
goes!"

   Fortunately, no one knew what "here it goes" meant, but Santa did.  Hot
little girl piss started shooting on Santa's finger, then his hand, then
his lap as Cindy soaked him.  Santa almost came at that moment, and knew
he'd have to have a good whack on his candy cane right away.

   "Oops!" said Cindy, covering.  "I had an accident!" She tried to look
concerned, but couldn't help giggling.

   "That's ok, little girl," said Santa.  "Sometimes little girls and boys
get too excited sitting on Santa's lap."

   Cindy whispered in his ear "you sure got me excited, Santa!"

   Santa lifted her off, making sure her dress was pulled down so no one
could see she was panty-less, then told a helper he needed a break.  Mr. 
Brady was going to scold Cindy until she explained that Santa wanted her
hot little girl piss on his lap.  He took her into the men's room so he
could clean her off.  Cindy loved going in there because she always sneaked
a peak at guy's cocks when they were pissing in the urinals.  This time she
saw a black man who had an uncircumcised cock, which the little girl had
never seen.  Mr. Brady apologized and had to drag her away, but the man
just smiled at Cindy and said "no problem."

   Right as Mr. Brady shut the door to the stall he and Cindy were in,
Santa himself went into the restroom to whack off.  He took his spare Santa
suit with him so he had a good excuse for staying in there for awhile.  He
went into one of the stalls and quickly pulled out his bulging cock.  He
knew it wouldn't take him long.  Then he heard something odd in the stall
to his right.

   "I think Santa liked it, Daddy."

   "Ok, Cindy, let's talk about this when we get home, ok?"

   The little girl was in the next stall over with her father!  "Of
course," thought Santa, "he must be cleaning her off." Santa had a real
urge to bend down and sneak a peak into the stall.  He'd felt the little
girl up but he hadn't actually seen her little cunny.  But how could he do
that without her father noticing?

   Suddenly, the little girl chirped "hey, Daddy, look!  Santa Claus is
right there!" Cindy Brady had noticed the red and white outfit from
underneath the stall divider.  It didn't totally block the view at the
bottom.

   "That's Ok, Cindy, leave Santa Claus alone" said Mr. Brady.

   Cindy ignored him.  "Hi, Santa Claus!" she exclaimed.

   "Uh, hi, Cindy," the titan of toys said.  "What are you doing in here?"

   "My Daddy's cleaning off my wee wee," the little girl said.

   "Cindy," said Mr. Brady sternly.  "Um, I'm sorry, Mr. Claus, about the
accident."

   "Oh, no problem," said Santa.  "It happens all the time.  I always keep
an extra suit."

   "Good idea," said Mr. Brady from the next stall.  "I should keep an
extra pair of Cindy's panties."

   "I wasn't wearing any panties, Daddy!" said Cindy.

   "Cindy," said Mr. Brady, embarrassed.  "You, uh, er--"

   Something about the tone in his voice made Santa wonder if Mr. Brady
hadn't planned this.  After all, Santa could tell when people were lying.
"That's ok, Mr. Brady." He stopped stroking his cock for a second and
thought of something devious.  He pulled a plastic covered candy cane out
of his pocket and dropped it on the floor.  "Oops," he said.

   "Daddy," said Cindy, seeing it instantly.  "Santa dropped his candy
cane. I'll get it!"

   "Cindy, don't--" started her stepdad, but it was too late.  Cindy had
already gotten on the floor and stuck her head into the next stall.  There
was Santa with his pants down, one hand holding his enormous member.

   "Uh, Cindy," started Mr. Brady.

   "It's ok, Mr. Brady," said Santa.  "Cindy's just getting Santa's candy
cane.  Go ahead and grab it," said Santa, pointing to his prick.  Cindy was
delighted.  She reached out her little girl hand, and grabbed hold of the
most wonderful penis she'd ever seen.  It was long and thick, thrusting out
through curly white hair, and was red on the bulbous tip.  She couldn't get
her hand all the way around it, so she grabbed it with both hands.  Cindy
was delighted.  "I got Santa's candy cane, Daddy!"

   Mr. Brady glanced down and saw the dropped candy cane still on the
floor.  He was puzzled.  "But Cindy," he said, "the candy cane is
still....oh."  Finally he understood.  "That's good, Cindy," he said.  "Does
Santa have a nice candy cane?"

   "Oh, yes, Daddy" said Cindy.

   "Maybe Santa would let you lick it?"

   "Can I, Santa?" asked the little 8-year-old girl.

   "Why sure," said Santa.  Cindy stuck out her little tongue and started
licking the head.  Strangely, it seemed to taste slightly of peppermint. 
"Oh, Cindy, that's good.  You lick very well," said Santa.

   "I've been practicing," giggled Cindy.  She sure had.  In the past month
alone she'd licked the penises of both her stepdad and her oldest
stepbrother Greg.  She wanted to lick Peter and Bobby, but was too shy to
ask them.  She and Bobby had touched each other, but had never gotten oral.

   Cindy licked all around Santa's penis, even giving his balls a tongue
bath.  Santa could feel his cock aching to cum.

   Mr. Brady was getting excited himself with the thought of his
8-year-old daughter in the next stall licking St. Nick's prick.  He
started stroking his own firm cock.  After a couple minutes, he said
"Cindy, why don't you suck on Santa's lollipop."

   "Ok, Daddy," said Cindy, as she took the tip of St. Nick's cock into
her little Brady mouth and licked the underside with her tongue.

   This felt wonderful to Santa, who let out an aroused "ho ho ho!" He
fondled Cindy's cunny, and was able to thrust his index finger over an inch
into her virgin vagina before her hymen stopped him.  He continued
thrusting it in and out, pushing her hymen but not hurting the little girl.

   Mr. Brady couldn't see this, but he could tell from the slurping sound
that his stepdaughter was giving head, and from the way Cindy was gasping
that her trickle was being fondled.  He'd heard those sounds many times
before.  Cindy didn't orgasm yet, but she loved her cunny fingered.  The
thought of it happening with another man, especially Santa Claus, right in
the next bathroom stall was too much for Mr. Brady.  He couldn't hold out
any longer.  He groaned as his load shot from his penis and covered his
hand and legs.

   Cindy and Santa could tell what was happening in the next stall from the
sounds they heard.  As Cindy's little head bobbed up and down, her blonde
ringlets bouncing in pink ribbons as her mouth sucked Santa's candy cane,
Santa's fully charged cock erupted.  It shot gobs of sticky cum into
Cindy's 8-year-old mouth.  She loved the feel of cum shooting in her mouth,
but had never felt so much!  And it tasted different than any cum she'd had
before, definitely like peppermint!  Cindy loved peppermint.  Santa kept
shooting load after load into her tiny mouth.  She swallowed as much as she
could, but it streamed out of the little girl's mouth and down her chin,
gobs of it dribbling all over.  She'd never seen so much cum!

   "Santa!" she finally said as she let his cock pop out of her mouth. 
"How do you make so much?"

   "I'm....I'm Santa Claus" he gasped.

   "But it tastes so good," she said, licking more up off of Santa's cock
and balls.

   "Like I said, I'm Santa Claus," he smiled.

   "Let me show Daddy," she said, scooping up some of Santa's cum off of
the present-bringer's lap.

   She crept underneath the panel dividing the two stalls, and stuck her
tiny cum-filled hand in front of her father's face.  His own lap was
covered with cum, but not nearly as much as Santa's.  "Taste it, Daddy; it
tastes like peppermint!"

   "Well, I don't know if that's ok, Cindy."

   "Go ahead, Mr. Brady, enjoy" said Santa.

   Mr. Brady, who had always been attracted to guys as well as girls,
stuck his tongue out hesitantly into the pool of cum in his stepdaughter's
little hand.  He licked some up and drew it into his mouth.  "Umm, you're
right, Cindy.  Santa's....candy cane does taste like peppermint."

   "Have some more, Daddy," she said, and he lapped it up as hungrily as
their pet dog Tiger lapped up his cum at home.  "Tastes good," he said.

   "Thank you, Cindy," said Santa.  "I think you're going to find a pony
this year."

   "Oh, Santa!" squeaked Cindy.

   "Thanks, Mr. Claus," said Mr. Brady.

   "Of course," said St. Nick.  "And call me Santa."

   "Ok, Santa," said Mr. Brady.

   After a few seconds, Cindy spoke again.  "Uh, Santa?"

   "Yes?" he said.

   "Will it be a boy pony?"

   "If you want."

   "Oh, yes!  Thank you, Santa!" Cindy knew just what to do with a boy
pony....


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