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Santa and Jenny
by Q.C. Beguile (address withheld)

**

Jenny simply forgot, you don't get out of bed on the 
night before Christmas so Santa can come. (MF, reluc, 
oral, fantasy)

***

Jenny slipped from beneath the comforter. Immediately, 
the cold air made her want to dive back under them but 
she needed a drink of water. She quietly padded 
barefoot down the hallway to the kitchen. As she passed 
the living room, she thought she saw movement. She 
crept back and peaked around the corner. She saw 
something move and heard the faint tinkle of Christmas 
tree bulbs striking each other. 

"Oh crap," she thought, "it's Christmas Eve." She had 
known the rule before she knew her name. You don't get 
up on Christmas Eve night so Santa can come. She peered 
around the corner again. She had seen correctly, a 
large white bearded man wearing a red fur suit with 
white trim... Santa was in her house.

She stepped back and tried to think. If Santa saw her, 
he may not leave the presents. Just then a low voice 
boomed in her ears like he was right behind her. 
"Jenny, you may as well come out, I know you are 
there," Santa spoke softly. Jenny drew up her courage 
and stepped into the doorway. Santa was staring at her 
sternly. "You know you aren't supposed to get up on 
this night, young lady. What have you got to say for 
yourself?" 

Jenny stammered, suddenly aware of the thin dorm shirt 
that barely came to the top of her thighs. "I...I 
forgot what night... I was just getting a drink of 
water," she replied. 

Santa laughed. "Thirsty, huh? If you don't mind I'll 
join you. Off you go to the kitchen. When you return 
we'll decide how to handle this little situation." 
Jenny turned and ran to the kitchen. "God, how was she 
going to get out of this," she thought.

When Jenny returned with the water, Santa was finishing 
laying out the presents he'd brought. Santa watched as 
Jenny walked toward him. Jenny was again painfully 
aware of her short shirt and that her nipples were 
straining against the cloth due to the cold air. She 
hunched her shoulders to hide her breasts. 

"Stand up straight, Jenny," Santa instructed. 

Like a scolded child, Jenny stood upright, squaring her 
shoulders as she closed the distance. Santa took the 
water she offered and they both took a long drink. 
Santa took Jenny's glass and sat both glasses on the 
table in front of her mom's antique manger scene. Santa 
sat down and pulled Jenny onto his knee. 

"Now, what are we going to do with you?" Santa asked. 

Jenny was examining the wringing hands in her lap. She 
suddenly felt very small. "I'm sorry, Santa, I forgot 
what night it was," Jenny pleaded, tears welling up in 
her eyes. 

"Jenny, look at me," Santa said gently as he lifted her 
chin with his hand. 

Jenny looked into Santa's eyes. 

A twinkle and smile stared back at her. "Jenny, I know 
you didn't get up on purpose. If you had, you wouldn't 
be sitting on my lap but would be lying across my knees 
while I spanked your bottom red enough to shame 
Rudolph's nose." 

Jenny blushed and squirmed on Santa's knee. 

"Ho, ho, ho! Don't let Rudolph see that red face," 
Santa teased. 

"Santa!" Jenny said as she punched him lightly. "But 
what about me seeing you?" Jenny asked.

"If I can make myself fit down a chimney, I think I can 
make one naughty little girl think this is a dream," 
Santa assured her. 

Jenny smiled, she felt like a child again, safe, loved. 
"Won't you be delayed wasting time here with me?" Jenny 
asked.

"Don't worry, it's all about the magic," Santa replied, 
"I have time to teach you how to behave." Jenny blushed 
again and looked at Santa's face. She realized the face 
staring back wasn't as old as she expected.

Jenny reached up and tugged on his white beard. Santa 
laughed and said, "Uh oh, now we do have a problem. 
You've discovered the Santa secret. You are right, I am 
not as old as you expected. Santa is eternal and a 
family tradition. Nicholas Kringle at your service. The 
original Kris Kringle is my great, great, great, 
whatever grandfather. I never can remember how many 
greats there are."

Jenny leaned back and stared. The man behind the 
whiskers was only in his thirties. Jenny asked, "So 
what happened to the real Santa?"

"I am the real Santa. Kringles live for a long time but 
after a while the Santa job is passed down. It is now 
my turn. When I have a son it will go to him."

Jenny stared in disbelief and poked him in the stomach. 
It didn't feel like a belly. She poked him again and 
realized the belly was fake. "Oh my God," Jenny 
exclaimed, "I can't wait to tell my friends."

"Jenny you can't tell anyone. The illusion of Santa has 
to remain," Santa told her.

"Are you kidding? This is too big not to tell," Jenny 
replied.

"Maybe you will be getting that spanking after all," 
Santa said. His strong hands took firmly hold of her 
and started to swing her across his lap. Tickling her.

"No! Don't spank me. I promise to behave," Jenny 
squealed.

Santa held her half across his lap. "You promise not to 
reveal the Santa secret?"

"Okay, I promise not to tell. Please don't spank me." 
Jenny was laughing from Santa's tickling.

Santa pulled her up and sat her back on his knee. He 
looked at her intently and said, "No kidding around. 
You can't tell. Think of the children." Jenny agreed, 
"I know. It is our secret. But it's going to cost you."

"Really?" Santa replied. "Maybe this is a good time to 
mention Mike?"

"Mike?"

"Jenny? You think I didn't see you at your office 
party? Mike might have considered you nice but from my 
perspective, naughty came to mind."

"You saw that?" Jenny looked scared.

"Saw? You could say that. The elves have it on DVD." 
Jenny looked shocked. She started to protest when she 
noticed Santa's smile.

"You're kidding! Right?" Jenny stared into Santa's 
eyes. "Right?"

Santa shrugged innocently.

"Um... I won't tell anyone about you if you could 
overlook that little incident"

Santa laughed. "Blackmail Santa? Your going way past 
naughty. Maybe I should go up to the sleigh to get my 
whip?"

"Nooo, Santa. I won't tell anyone. You can trust me!"

Santa pulled Jenny close and held her tight. When he 
released her, he said, "I know I can trust you."

"Not if I get my way," she thought as a fantasy of 
Santa giving her a very personal present played in her 
head.

"Careful," Santa warned, "when you are this close I 
can't help but know what you are thinking." Jenny 
blushed and looked down.

Jenny realized that in the struggle her shirt had 
ridden up revealing her panties. Her white cotton 
Christmas underwear with jolly ole St. Nick staring out 
from the front of them. 

"What have we here," Santa exclaimed. 

Jenny's hands dove to cover her secret. 

"No, you can't hide now," Santa said as he lifted 
Jenny's hands. 

Jenny wanted to die. But strangely she wanted to show 
him. She gave him a weak resistance and allowed herself 
to be exposed. She dropped her hands to her sides. 
Santa peered down at her crotch. One of Santa's hands 
embraced her across her back pulling her snugly to him. 
The other dropped down and parted Jenny's thighs 
spreading the Santa image completely revealed. Jenny 
gasped but was relaxed. She felt the warmth flood her 
loins and her sex swell against the soft material. 

Jenny moved closer to Santa, wanting to be enveloped in 
the soft fur of his suit. Santa's hands pressed in on 
each of Jenny's hips. He lifted her like she was the 
child she felt like. Santa held Jenny in the air before 
him, her hands balancing on his shoulders. Santa stared 
into her eyes, which begged him to take her. He dropped 
his sight to her new white cotton Christmas panties 
with St. Nick on the front. They seemed so inadequate 
to her now. 

Santa laughed, "Classic image but I think I can make a 
better impression on you." 

Jenny silently begged Santa to take her. 

"Patience little one, Christmas is a present best 
opened slowly," Santa whispered.

Santa lowered Jenny's body downward but instead of 
putting her on his knee he brought the soft panties to 
his lips. His mouth roughly gnawing at her engorged sex 
through the thin material. His hands slipped around to 
cup her tight buttocks, holding her to his lips as he 
drank thirstily. Jenny wrapped her hands in the fur 
covering his shoulders. His whiskers tickled her 
thighs. 

Jenny's emotions built higher and higher with every 
assault on the hard nub covered by Santa's picture. 
Jenny placed her feet on both sides of Santa's body to 
support herself. She sat on the firm shelf of his 
strong hands. Santa's tongue danced across here moist 
sex teasing the rapidly firing nerves. Santa lifted 
Jenny, bringing her feet to rest on his thighs. His 
thumbs hooked into her panties and slowly lowered them 
down her slender thighs till they lay loosely about her 
feet. 

Santa lifted her again leaving the soaked panties in 
his lap. His mouth resumed snacking on her wet sex. She 
brought her legs up and placed them over his shoulders. 
His hands spreading her open to his attentions. His 
mustache entwining with the neatly trimmed patch above 
her sex. Santa nibbled at her. Jenny's emotions rose 
higher and higher. She tried to stay quiet but the 
feelings overwhelmed her and she emitted a deep, 
throaty moan. 

She panicked that someone might be awakened but 
couldn't control her voice. Her body wracked with 
spasms as her nerves overloaded. Finally, Santa lifted 
her off his shoulders and lowered her down his chest. 
Jenny held him close. She noticed his beard was damp 
and wiped it with her shirttail. 

"God, what if someone heard?" she said. 

"Don't worry, little one, no one will awaken till I 
leave. It's Christmas magic," Santa replied. Santa held 
her tight against his soft chest. Jenny fought to 
control her heavy breathing.

Jenny finally calmed down and sunk into Santa's chest. 
Her body pressed into the padding of Santa's belly. 
Santa caressed her buttocks and shoulders. He lifted 
Jenny to his knee and slipped his hands beneath her 
shirt, massaging her breasts, teasing her protruding 
nipples. Jenny relaxed into his muscular hands. Her 
body starved for his attention. 

After a while, Jenny slipped to the floor on her knees. 
She kissed the bulge in Santa's trousers. Her hands 
moved under his jacket to loosen his belt. As she 
unbuttoned the flap holding his sex, it slowly rose 
from the constraint. Jenny circled her tongue around 
the peak before taking it into her mouth. Jenny teased 
more and more of the hardness into a bulging frenzy. 
Her tongue journeyed it's length. Her mouth swallowed 
its girth. 

Jenny threw herself into the work, soon she felt Santa 
start to struggle and spasm. Jenny placed her mouth 
over Santa's building eruption and drank down the 
release as if it was water in the desert.

Santa's sex softened but Jenny worked Santa with her 
tongue and mouth until she felt it grow even larger. 
After a few minutes, Santa stood forcing Jenny back 
onto her heels causing his dense throbbing member to 
slip from her lips. Jenny looked up into Santa's eyes. 
He was staring down at her. Silently, Jenny was 
wishing, as she never had before for Santa to take her. 

Santa smiled, "Soon, very soon." 

Jenny blinked not yet used to Santa's mind reading. 
Santa reached into his coat and handed Jenny a small 
package. "Would you mind stuffing this stocking for 
me," Santa asked. Jenny looked at the package, it was a 
condom. She hastily ripped it open and unrolled the 
sock. 

She grasped Santa's sex and filled the latex stocking 
with it. She sat back enthralled by the sight just 
inches from her face. Santa knelt before Jenny, lowered 
his face to hers, and kissed Jenny passionately. When 
they parted Jenny was light headed. Santa lowered his 
hand to her thigh. The other rested on her shoulder.

Jenny waited expectantly. Her mind a jumble off 
possibilities. With one quick movement, Santa turned 
Jenny. She dropped to her hands and knees, her inviting 
bottom presented to Santa. Jenny swayed her hips, 
waiting. Santa knelt behind her and placed his sex at 
her opening. He gently flexed his sex against her, 
teasing her. Jenny moved back trying to capture him but 
Santa's sex would jump away. 

After a few minutes Jenny spread her knees farther 
apart, lowered her head and waited. Praying Santa would 
let her have him. Suddenly, Santa grasped her hips and 
pulled her toward him. His dense sex parted the moist 
folds of her, driving deeply into her. 

Jenny gasped at the sudden invasion. Slowly she 
revolved her hips, the false belly riding over her 
buttocks holding her down upon him. Santa leaned over 
her. His right hand grasped her hair, his fingers 
wrapping among the strands. Gently, Santa pulled back 
with his right hand drawing her head back with it. 
Santa withdrew from Jenny's sex then drove into her 
again.

His hips developed a strong rhythm with a slight side 
rotation. His left hand snaking around her hip to 
rhythmically tap the hard nub at the top of her sex. 
Santa pulled and relaxed her mane of hair with the 
cycle. He pulled back as he pressed into; her releasing 
on withdrawal. He also guided her side to side. Jenny 
was under his complete control. His skill developed 
over years of work with reindeer. Just before Jenny 
lost her focus on time, she thought this was what it 
was like to be ridden. 

Santa led her to the left and right by drawing her head 
in the direction as he pushed into her. He drew her 
head toward him to arch her back to focus his plunges 
into her. Jenny was tamed by his control and felt her 
arousal grow to unbearable levels. Soon the spasms of 
orgasm swept over her in waves of overwhelming force. A 
steady moan escaped from her chest.

Suddenly, Santa pulled her to the side as he drove her 
forward. Jenny brushed into the Christmas tree sending 
it crashing to the floor. She didn't notice the 
disaster. Her passion consumed her, her brain in a fog. 
Santa continued to ride her. Guiding her around the 
room as his hips spanked her tender buttocks. Jenny 
again felt the tsunami rise within her. 

The building waves washed over her, disorienting her, 
tumbling her within the swirling passion. Jenny was 
barely aware that Santa was overrun by the same waves. 
The spasmodic contractions of his arms pulling her head 
back till her arched back caused Jenny to lift her 
upper body erect. Jenny's hips bucked as every muscle 
in her body contracted at once, then relaxed. She felt 
Santa erupt inside her, barely contained by the 
stocking encasing him. 

Finally, both collapsed in a tangled mess of limbs. 
Santa finally released Jenny's mane of hair. She heard 
Santa struggling to catch his breath but his hands 
moved quickly to caress her breasts and shoulders. She 
pressed back into him, warm, safe, loved. Santa brushed 
his lips across her neck. They lay together as Jenny 
dozed from exhaustion. Santa's hands exploring her, 
drawing the stress from her, caressing her.

Jenny was barely awake when Santa lifted her in his 
arms and carried her to her room. She became aware of 
the cold air swirling around her bare loins. He gently 
slipped her beneath the covers, pulling them up to her 
chin. Santa bent to kiss her on the forehead. "Merry 
Christmas, my sugar plum," he whispered, sprinkling 
sleepy dust as he stood. 

"Merry Christmas, Santa," Jenny sleepily replied as she 
drifted unconscious, a sweet smile creeping to her 
lips. Santa turned, walked out the door and was gone.

Jenny woke up feeling very happy. She heard the others 
moving about. "Christmas day," she thought to herself 
as grin covering her face. 

Suddenly, she bolted upright and spun her feet to the 
floor. "Christ!" she thought. "My panties! Did we knock 
down the tree?" 

As her hips rotated in the bed she felt the material 
twist. She looked beneath the covers, her Christmas 
panties were in place. Jenny sucked in her breath. "Was 
it a dream? God, what a dream," she said to herself. 
"It seemed so real." 

She got up from the bed and slipped the loose pajama 
pants over her panties. She stopped by the bathroom to 
check her hair then headed for the noise in the living 
room. Everybody was up, talking. Jenny stepped into the 
doorway to see her family sitting around the tree. 

Jenny's mom looked up and said, "Good morning, sleepy 
head. We were thinking of starting without you." 

"Sorry," Jenny said, "I had the strangest dream." 

"Well, let's get these presents handed out," Mom 
directed. 

Soon the presents were flying across the room following 
a quick name call. Jenny sat on the floor opening her 
gifts, talking, and thoroughly enjoying herself. 

"Well, who on earth, put these glasses of water in 
front of the manger," mom announced. "Must have been 
the kids," someone else said. 

Jenny looked up. "The glasses Santa had set down?" she 
thought. "But it was a dream... wasn't it?" 

Jenny stared at the glasses. "It was just a dream," she 
told herself. She brushed her hair back. The back of 
her head was sore. "Could it have really happened? No, 
it was just a dream," she told herself again as she 
ripped into another present. 

But when her mother walked past carrying those glasses 
of water, she couldn't help but stare as they passed...

END

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