Full-Time Santa (Mg, loli, cons) by this guy (this.guy20@yahoo.com) Summary: A full-time year round Santa has some fun in a park… Note to readers: The first few paragraphs of this story are a bit ‘dark’, if you start thinking “this story isn’t my cup of tea” in the second or third paragraph, read a few more paragraphs; the ‘dark’ aspects of the story quickly vanish as the story progresses. Becoming a full-time year-round Santa seemed like a good way for me to keep busy during retirement. I already had a white beard; and with four children and ten grandchildren I was pretty good with kids, and no one would have any reason to think I was a pedophile or whatever… The think I hadn’t exactly expected or realized when I began my retirement career is the fact that a lot of the off-season Santa work is in hospital; cheering up kids who likely won’t live to see the following year. So, for me, as someone who generally likes children (and I don’t mean in a sexual way), I found the work to be more than a little emotionally draining. On one particularly rough day, after a boy actually died on my lap, I walked across the street to the park opposite the Children’s Hospital while still wearing my red Santa Suit. I sat on a bench, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to re-center myself. Just as I was exhaling the last of that deep breath, it felt like a child was climbing onto my lap. Opening my eyes I found that a girl who looked to be about five was sitting on my lap. Looking me directly in the eye, the young girl sitting on my lap calmly asked, “Can I tell you what I want for Christmas?” “It’s only June,” I found myself replying. I almost didn’t believe how quickly and easily I had gotten back into ‘Santa mode’. “So I gotta wait ‘til fall…” she responded in a slightly sad-sounding voice. “What if you get the things you tell me about in the next few months? Then you’d end up with two of something,” I offered her a practical reason to not tell me what she wanted for Christmas right now. “Oh…” she responded before adding, “I’ve been real good this year. I’ll show you.” Before I could even begin to wonder what she meant by ‘show you’, she shifted her fully onto my left thigh, reached down, and undid the fly in my Santa-suit pants. Once my fly was un-done, her right hand zipped into my pants; she grabbed my mostly soft dick and began rubbing it as she pulled its head out through the fly in my pants. My dick began inflating as the gentle breeze caressed its head. Then, just as my dick got to about half-hard, the young girl let go of my dick and began shifting her body to the right. Once my dick, now about sixty-percent hard, was between her young thighs she stopped moving across my lap. After a half-second long pause, she lifted her butt up a few inches and scooted forward. It was only then that I managed to speak. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Showing you how good a girl I am,” the young girl replied in a matter-of-fact yet enthusiastic tone. “Oh…kay…” I heard my voice saying: completely dumb-founded by what was happening. The instant that second syllable passed my lips I felt a soft, moist, warmth brush against the tip of my dick. Not more than three milliseconds later an exceedingly tight hole was being forced down over the head of my dick. “What are you doing?” I repeated my earlier question. The young girl took a breath and forced her body down: a full two inches of my dick was forced into her extremely tight, decidedly warm, and surprisingly wet pre-pubescent little-girl pussy. She took another breath before repeating her answer, “Showing you how good a girl I am.” A fraction of a second after she’d finished speaking; the young girl was forcing her small body down again: another inch of my dick being forced into her immature little pussy. Now I’m no pedophile. I haven’t really looked at teenage girls, the ones who are of legal age, sexually in at least twenty years. The last time I’d hand any sexually interest in underage teen girls was over forty years ago. The last time I was even remotely interested in a pre-teen girl is when I was fifteen, and that girl was twelve. I can honestly say I’ve NEVER even considered a girl even remotely as young as the one who currently had three inches of my dick buried inside her snatch to be sexy. And yet, my sixty-seven year old dick was one-hundred-percent hard and standing fully at attention for this five year old girl… It wasn’t until I heard a car horn honk that it truly dawned on me that about half of my dick was submerged in a five year old girl’s pussy while I was sitting on a bench in a public park across the street from a children’s hospital. HOLY SHIT: this was seriously not good! Now decidedly nervous, I glanced down over the young girl’s head. I was relieved, at least somewhat anyway, to see that the front of the skirt portion of her just-above-the-ankle length purple dress was covering up our coupling. I took a deep breath and briefly contemplated how much trouble I’d be in if anyone noticed and/or figured out what was happening on that park bench. As fears of being repeatedly gang-raped in prison roared through my mind, I noticed that the young girl was again forcing her small body down: yet another inch or so of my dick was gobbled up by her deeper-than-I-would-have-expected little-girl pussy. The tightness, warmth, and wetness of her little-girl hole was horrifyingly pleasurable. Only about two-thirds of my dick was actually in her tight little hole, but that was enough; I was beginning to feel the first stirrings of an orgasm. Just as it dawned on me that I would soon be shooting a load of cum into the young girl who was sitting on my lap, she surprised me by lifting her up about half-an-inch. The walls of her tight little-girl pussy practically clung to the shaft of my dick: my god did that feel amazing… I couldn’t help but think that it must look like her body was being turned inside-out from her pussy…that would be a sight to behold, but for good or for bad a sight which I was unable to see. Seconds later she was moving her small body back down. She moved farther down than up: about an inch; which meant that about five of my six inches was inside her small body. How was that even possible: could a girl who was so young and so small really have a vaginal-cavity that deep? If so… well… wow… Suddenly I felt a hand on my left shoulder. Turning my head, I found myself looking into the eyes of one of the hospital’s psychiatrists. “Heard what happened this morning,” he began. “Yea…” I solemly replied as the exact same instant that my butt-cheeks tightened under me. “If you need to talk about it,” he offered a business card with his free hand, “give me a call,” he said as my balls drew up. “Yea… sure,” I replied as I felt the cum begin surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick. I took the card from Dr. Malone and added, “Thanks.” “Anytime,” he responded as the exact instant the first spurt of my hot thick cum came blasting out of the little hole at the tip of my dick. Dr. Malone took his hand off my shoulder just as the second spurt erupted from my dick. “I’ll leave you to your duties Santa,” the psychiatrist added before walking away. ‘GOD DAMN; that was close’ was all I could think despite the fact that my dick was still spewing spurt after spurt of cum into the young girl’s exceedingly tight but surprisingly deep pussy. About two seconds after my orgasm died-down the young girl spoke again, “I’m a good girl, right?” “Yeah… yeah you are,” I responded doing my best to catch my breath as I glanced around the park to see that we were in full view of some forty people. “Yeah I am…” the young girl sounded like she was gloating. It wasn’t until she spoke those words that I realized that my dick was still buried inside her pussy and still fully hard. If she climbed off my lap while my dick was still fully hard there was no way someone wouldn’t notice. “But ah…” I heard my voice say. “Yup: I’m a good girl,” she said as she sank back into my chest: two-thirds of my still hard dick remaining inside her now cum-filled tight little-girl pussy. “So… ah… uhm…” I wasn’t sure what I was trying to say. “Its okay: it’s happened before; Daddy told me…” she trailed off. “You can tell Santa,” I encouraged her to continue speaking. “I’m not supposed to tell anybody: it’s a secret,” the young girl replied in a slightly nervous tone. “Santa sees you when you’re sleeping, and he sees you when you’re awake,” I began quoting the Christmas song, “Unless you want to be on the ‘naughty list’ you’ve got to tell Santa.” I added before wondering if I had just blackmailed the young girl. Despite the fact that the back of her head was pressed against my chest, I could tell she was nervously looking around. “Okay,” she finally began speaking after sever seconds of silence, “This happened to Daddy ad me at the baseball game, and at Jimmy’s soccer game, and at Steve’s play, and at…” “Santa knows when and where it happened; remember Santa always sees you. Tell Santa what you and Daddy did when it happened,” I interrupted. “Right…” the young girl commented before explaining, “I gotta keep being a good girl.” She took a breath then rolled her hip in such a way that caused her pussy to move about a quarter-inch relative to the rest of her body... I never would have thought a pre-pubescent girl could be able to move like that. “Does Santa have to do anything?” I quietly asked as she began rolling her hips back-and-forth: my adult dick sliding in-and-out of her cum-filled little-girl pussy in quarter-inch strokes. “You gotta keep shooting your gooey-stuff in my happy-hole until your pee-nee gets soft again,” the young girl quietly answered. ‘Ho… ho… ho, Santa can do that,” I replied as a woman waking a dog passed directly in front of the bench we were sitting on. I was almost shocked when the woman walking the dog smiled at us as she walked past. For several minutes the young girl talked non-stop about ponies, unicorns, Babette dolls, and pink clothing. The entire time she was speaking she continued to roll her hips: my adult dick sliding in-and-out of her pre-pubescent five-year-old pussy I quarter-inch strokes. Then I felt my butt-cheeks tighten under me. A few seconds later my balls drew up under my dick, and a second after that I felt the cum surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick. At the exact instant the girl mentioned sandals for the first time my second orgasm’s first spurt of cum spewed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick. “I like how they feel,” the young girl’s words would have sounded completely innocent to the casual observer, but to me, the man who’s dick was spraying the deepest recesses of her pre-pubescent little-girl reproductive system full of sperm-fled adult cum, however those were highly erotic words of encouragement. So upon hearing her say that, I flexed my dick muscles; practically doubling the size of my second spurt of cum. I flexed my dick muscles again: yielding an extra big third spurt. Flexing them a third time created an extra big fourth spurt. Just as the last of the big fourth spurt passed through the little hole at the tip of my dick I noticed something: the shaft of my dick felt extra warm, extra wet, and extra slippery…that was odd… As my fifth spurt began to erupt something I had never experienced before happened: I felt warm goo on the top of my balls. That was odd… Then, as the sixth spurt was spewing into the young girl’s immature pussy I realized what was happening: her pussy was completely full of my cum, what I was shooting into her was forcing out the cum which was already inside her pussy… WOW and OH SHIT! Fear of my cum pouring out of the young girl’s pussy and running down her legs to where people would be able to see it at her ankles stopped my orgasm dead in its tracks. And yet, my dick was still hard. “Oh man,” I half gasped; as I once again tried to catch my breath. The young girl half chuckled before saying, “Like my rain boots: not big enough inside…” “Yea…” I agreed before wondering out loud, “What would make the inside bigger?” I could practically feel her smile as she said “This” as she moved her butt about three-quarters of an inch forward: approximately an inch of my still-hard dick smoothing slipping out of her gooey cum-filled pussy. “That’s why I don’t wear socks when I’m wearing my rain boots: not enough space in them,” she made a seemingly innocuous but referential comment. WAIT! Was she telling me that she doesn’t use condoms because they make guys’ dicks too big to fit in her? No: I must have been just giving sexual meanings to her statements because I’d shot two loads of cum into her pussy in less than ten minutes. “Unh-huh,” I mindlessly replied as I wondered how much more cum I could possibly still have in my balls. My mind wandered off to some other place, I have no idea where exactly, or what I had been thinking about for the ten minutes that followed. It was when the young girl squeezed the walls of her pre-pubescent pussy around my dick that my minde returned to reality. “When this happens with Daddy, how many times does he have to shoot his gooey-stuff in your happy-hole?” I quietly asked. “let’s see…” the young girl began. “At the baseball game it was…” I glanced down to see that she was counting on her fingers. “…three times.” She paused before adding, “Four times at Jimmy’s soccer game…three times at the place…five times when we were fishing…” “Right,” I stopped her as I began wondering how I could quickly, easily, and most importantly subtly make myself cum a couple more times. I thought about when I lost my virginity…no that wasn’t helping. I thought about the time I saw Marsha Jordan topless when I was twelve…she had great breasts, but that was helping. I thought about my late wife…no that was just going to make me sad. I thought about the young girl whose pussy was currently impaled on my dick…my dick gave a twitch: that seemed t be working. I wondered how old she was the first time her father put his dick into her: another twitch. I wondered how often he puts his dick in her: another twitch…so far so good. I wonder how many guys’ she’s been fucked by… And there it was: my butt-cheeks tightened. Cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my dick. An instant later the first spurt of my third orgasm of the day was blasting out of the little hole at the tip of my dick. unlike the last spurts of from my previous orgasm, I didn’t feel any cum oozing down the shaft of my dick this time; clearly moving off my dick a bit was providing more space inside the young girl’s pussy for my cum. Four spurts later, my third orgasm was dying down. and thankfully this time my dick began deflating. Once my dick was down to about one-third-hard the young girl said, “That’s all I want for Christmas,” before easing herself forward. The head of my mostly soft dick slipped out of her very cum-filled pre-pubescent pussy and seemed to withdraw back into my pants. A second later the young girl was hopping off my lap. “You gonna be at the park again Santa?” she asked. “Why?” I answered her question with another question. “So I can show you what a good girl I am,” she matter-of-factly responded. “I think I will,” I said with a smile; as I swore to myself that I’d visit the park every time I am at the Children’s Hospital. “Bye Santa,” the young girl said before calmly walking away as if nothing even remotely unusual had happened.