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   JENNY'S CHRISTMAS SURPRISE by Pedros



   Intro: Little girl Jenny was desperate for a pee.  She was alone at the
fair and had no idea where the toilets were.  It was lucky she was found by
Santa and that he had a toilet she could use at his place.  When he gave
her a present and asked her to 'help him relax' like his elves helped him
to relax at home, Jenny had only a slightly uneasy feeling before she
agreed to become Santa's helper.  She certainly had no idea how her
decision was going to lead to her getting a really unexpected Christmas
surprise at Santa's place.....







   =========== This story is a work of fiction.  ===========



   JENNY'S CHRISTMAS SURPRISE A fantasy by Pedros:







   "Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  Merry Christmas, little girl."



   "Oh!  Hi, Santa!" The little girl stared up open-mouthed at the familiar
figure in red who had walked around the side of the tent.  She was at the
annual County Christmas Fair and had been really enjoying herself, having
been given twenty dollars from her mum and another twenty from her mum's
boyfriend, to ''clear-off' and have fun for the next four hours' while they
stayed at home by themselves.  For the ten year old, going to the fair by
herself in this strange country town was exciting, but a little nerve
wracking...but she knew the way back to her mum's boyfriend's house from
the main entrance to the fair so that side of it was okay.  But she was
starting to feel a bit overwhelmed by the crowds of strangers and then
she'd needed to pee and couldn't find the toilets.



   "Are you okay?" Frank looked down at the pretty youngster wondering what
she was doing back here in the 'workers' section.  He was on his two-hour
break and looking forward to getting out of the hot red suit and jerking
off before returning to his "Magic Cave" site later in the afternoon.  All
morning he had had a continual stream of kids to see him as Santa and he
had been turned on by their small butts sitting on his lap in their thin
summer clothes, both boys and girls, letting his hands touch their bare
legs, feel their bellies and buttocks as he arranged them for the photos
and, if he was lucky, getting a quick feel of their flat breasts or even
their sex when the opportunity arose.  Most kids didn't mind him touching
them.  He guessed it was because he was 'Santa' and they didn't want to
blow their chances of lots of presents for Christmas.  He had had an
erection for the last hour and he felt the kids squirming on it and knew
they could feel it beneath them.  A couple of them, boys and girls, had put
their hands on it as they got off his lap and looked at him, letting him
know they knew what it was, much to his surprise and excitement.  Now his
balls felt ready to explode and he was eager to relieve their pressure back
in his room.  The workers at the fair had seperate rooms for the duration
of the festival in a long motel-type building at the rear of the grounds.
What this youngster was doing back here, he had no idea; but she sure was a
cutie.



   "I'm looking for the toilets," the girl said, her eyes stuck on him, a
look of amazement and wonder in her gaze.  "Are you really Santa Claus?"
she asked.



   Frank thought for a moment.  This seemed to be an opportunity too good
to pass up.  The kid was cute, the age he liked and innocent in a way he
might just be able to use.  Hell!  A ten year old who still believed in
Father Christmas??!!!  He felt a knot of excitement build in his large gut
- along with a hard pounding of his heart at the thought of what he
intended to do.



   "I sure am, honey," he said to her, trying to keep his voice steady and
with the 'Father Christmas' joviality in it.



   "Wow!  I thought you were!" she gasped, smiling up at him.



   "Sure am, honey.  What's your name?  I need to make sure you're on my
list, you know," Frank said jokingly, his hand reaching out and patting her
shoulder.  He felt smoothness beneath her thin blouse and knew she had no
singlet or bra on - although her breasts were still just gentle swellings
on her otherwise flat chest so she wouldn't need a bra.  He felt himself
starting to sweat.  Jeeze it was hot!



   "Jenny," the girl replied.  "Jenny Halliday.  I'm here for the weekend
with my mom.  We live in Smallville, not here."



   "Where's your mom?" he asked looking around, a tiny twinge of fear
replacing his excitement as he thought of being caught at what he planned
on trying.  But people wouldn't think twice!  Santa talking to a youngster?
Natural and delightful.  Yeah!  He noticed they were alone, the place they
were in unintentionally screened from other parts of the fairground by
tents, trucks and equipment vans.



   "Mom's with her boyfriend.  Back at his house.  Doin' things I guess,"
she responded, a note of annoyance in her voice that Frank noted.



   "You're here by yourself then?" he asked, keeping the excitement out of
his voice.  Jenny nodded and Frank felt elated.  This was his chance to
fulfil his fantasy in this town (he had been beginning to despair of
finding the right one)...if he played it right and the kid wasn't scared
off.  "Here, take a pick out of my sack," he said, kneeling down and
opening the top of his toy sack.



   "Really?" Jenny asked.  She looked at the bulging sack and tentatively
reached inside.  Her fingers felt around, then she pulled out a large box.
She gave a cry of delight when she saw it was a Barbie doll in a beautiful
fashion outfit.  "Oh!  Wow!  Its beautiful.  Thank you, Santa.  Oh, thank
you!" and she flung her arms around Frank's neck and gave him a hug.  Frank
hugged her back, his hands softly rubbing down Jenny's back and resting on
her buttocks.  She did not object; and when she pulled back from the hug,
Frank held her by her young hips, his fingers over her backside.



   He gave her a sad look as he finally let her go.  As he had planned and
hoped for, Jenny saw his expression and responded.



   "What's wrong?" she asked him, concern on her face.  "You look sad,
Santa."



   "Oh, dear," Frank sighed dramatically.  "Its nothing, honey." He made
his voice fade away wistfully and, again, he got the desired response.



   "There is something the matter, isn't there?" Jenny told him rather than
asked him.  "Did I do something wrong?"



   "Oh no, honey.  No.  Its not you.  Its just that..." He paused and
sighed again.  He saw that Jenny was now quite concerned and he felt his
stomach tighten in excitement.



   "Tell me what it is," she said.  "Maybe I can help."



   "I don't think you can," he said.  "At least I don't think you would,"
he amended, looking at her from downcast eyes.



   "Oh I would, Santa.  I would," Jenny hurried to reassure him.  "Please.
Let me help."



   This was working perfectly so far...but now came the moment of truth. 
"Well...if you're sure..."



   "I am, Santa.  Please tell me what I can do." The young girl was now
quite eager to help him, especially since he'd given her the doll.



   "Well its a bit, you know, unusual," he began softly as though sharing a
deep secret.  Jenny leaned closer to listen.  "Its just that, when I held
you, you know, when you hugged me, I really missed having my helpers.  You
are the same size as them and I suddenly realised they weren't here
to...er...help me."



   "Helpers?  Help you?" Jenny questioned.



   "Yes.  You know I have elf helpers in my workshop?" Jenny nodded.  "Well
they are about your size.  Young boys and girls.  When they finish helping
in the workshop they...er...help me in other things."



   "Other things?  What sort of things?  I could do them," the little girl
said eagerly, intrigued by Santa's confiding in her.



   "Well...er...they are secret things," Frank said confidentially. 
"Grown-up type things.  Things like your mom probably does with her
boyfriend.  My helpers help me to relax and unwind after a hard day like
today." He looked downcast again, although his penis had stiffened again in
his baggy pants.  "But you wouldn't do that," he finished, staring at her.



   The little girl blushed and looked flustered.  At least she has some
idea what I'm talking about, Frank thought, his heart pounding as he waited
for her response.  Finally she spoke.



   "I...I...I guess I could...er..." she said softly.



   Frank put his hand comfortingly on her shoulder.  "No," he told her.  "I
couldn't ask you to..." He stood up and turned to leave.  "Thanks anyway,
honey."



   "No!  Wait, Santa.  I can...I will help you.  Please!" Jenny was
suddenly worried Santa was going to leave and that would be the last she'd
see of him.  Maybe she wouldn't get any Christmas presents!  She grabbed
hold of his hand, stopping him.  He turned back towards her and knelt in
front of her.



   "Are you really sure, honey?" he asked her softly.  "It would mean me
touching you like I do my helpers.  And you doing the same to me.  And
other things.  Do you think you'd be able to?" He looked at her eagerly
now, a look of relief on his face.



   Jenny was scared and a little unsure, but it was Santa and she didn't
want him to be upset.  "I can, Santa," she said, her voice soft and
tremulous.  "I will.  But I need to go to the toilet really badly first."
She pressed her hand to her lower belly.



   "You can use my toilet," Frank said.  "Come on then, Jenny.  Let's get
going." He held his hand out to her and, after just a slight hesitation,
Jenny took it and followed beside him as he led her to his room.



   Frank's room was at the end of the complex and nicely screened by bushes
and small trees.  It was double brick so was soundproofed and, although
still warm, rather cooler than outside.  He opened the door and ushered
Jenny inside, glancing around to check they were unobserved.  Then he
followed her in and shut and locked the door.  His room was large but
rather spartan.  There was a kitchen to the side, stove, fridge, sink and
cupboards lined up down the wall.  At the rear were two open cubicles that
contained a shower and basin with full-length mirror in one and a toilet in
the other.  They had no doors and were completely open to the room.  On the
third wall was a bed.  A small table with two chairs was set near the
kitchen side, and two lounge chairs were situated near the wall with the
front door in it facing a TV and video unit.  It was a room designed for
temporary accomodation for a single person.



   Jenny looked around the room.  She saw the toilet and headed towards it.
"There's no door!" she exclaimed as she looked inside the cubicle.



   Frank grinned and walked over to her.  "There's no need," he told her.
"I'm the only one here most times."



   "But...  I want to...." Jenny stammered.



   "Its okay, honey.  My helpers pee in front of me at home.  I like to
watch and touch them while they do it.  You go right ahead."



   Jenny looked at him and blushed bright crimson.  "You mean...  You want
to see...uh...You'll..."



   "I thought you said you wanted to help me?  That you would do what my
helpers did?  I guess you weren't telling the truth.  I guess you should
go." Frank looked disappointed and turned to walk away.



   "No, Santa!" Jenny cried out, worried now that she'd upset him.  "I'm
sorry.  I'll do it.  I'm just a bit scared, that's all.  A bit shy." She
took his large hand in his.  "I'm sorry.  I will do what your helper elves
do.  I promise."



   Frank squeezed her hand and smiled at her.  Inside, he was on fire. 
He'd picked the right one here.  The little cunt was ripe for the taking
and he meant to enjoy every bit of her.  His voice was all sweetness,
though.  "Its okay, Jenny.  I guess I am so used to my little helpers being
so open and willing to please me.  We don't have any secrets and they like
showing themselves off to me and love me touching them and doing things to
them.  And they want to touch me and stuff as well.  I suppose I'll have to
get used to your shyness.  But you did say you would be like them, didn't
you?" he said.  Jenny nodded and hung her head.  "You gonna pee?" he asked,
pressing his advantage.  Again, Jenny nodded, glancing up at him shyly. 
"You want me to take your panties off?  My elves like that.  In fact," he
added conspiratorally, "They most times don't wear clothes at all. 
Nothing. Not a stitch."



   Jenny looked at him in surprise.  "They don't wear clothes?"



   "Nup!" Frank said, beaming.



   Jenny smiled.  "My mom and I sometimes don't wear clothes around our
place," she said brightly.  "Your place must be like our's!"



   "Sure sounds like it," Frank said.  "Hey!  What say we get our clothes
off like we do at our homes?  That'd sure make me feel like I was at home
with my helpers.  What do you say?" He looked at Jenny eagerly.



   "I guess so," she said hesitantly.



   "You've got to take your panties off to pee and I'm gonna see your cunny
then, so you may as well take everything off," Frank encouraged.



   "Yes...but...you're Santa...a man..." Jenny said embarrassed.  "I've
never seen a man undressed," she finished off quickly.



   "Heck, honey.  No problem.  You can see me undressed.  I mean, I am
Santa and my job is to make kids happy.  Right?"



   "Right," Jenny agreed.



   "You want to see a man undressed?" Jenny nodded uncertainly.  "Well I'll
make you happy by doing so, so I'm just doing my job.  Right?" Frank
announced as though it was really quite logical.



   "I guess so," Jenny slowly responded, trying to make sense of what Santa
was saying to her.  She was shy, scared, nervous, but also intrigued and
excited.  Santa was an okay guy and he was here with her.  If she made him
happy, she could get all sorts of beaut things for Christmas.



   "Come on, honey," Frank said, kneeling before her.  He took the doll
from her and tossed it over onto his bed.  "Let's get your panties off
first." He put his hands on Jenny's knees and, before she could react, he
slid them up her legs under her skirt.  Jenny jumped as he touched her but
Santa's hands were on her hips before she knew it, his fingers taking hold
of the waist-band on her panties and starting to pull them down.  She
didn't know what to do...so she did nothing.  Her panties came down, down,
down until she was stepping out of them and was naked under her skirt. 
Santa's hands lifted her skirt and he was looking at her cunny!  She felt
hot and funny as her private parts were being so exposed and she didn't
know whether to open her legs, or cross them, or hide herself with her
hands, or what.  Again, she did nothing.



   "Aaaahhhh!  What a sweet looking cunny you have, honey.  Its even
sweeter looking than my elves.  Let's take off the rest of your clothes so
I can see all of you.  Do you mind?" Frank looked into Jenny's eyes, seeing
the uncertainty, and the arousal, in their blue depths.  He lowered her
skirt and unfastened the button at her waist, letting it drop around her
feet leaving her bare from the waist down, her only covering a short
blouse. He wet his lips as he gazed at the plump mound of her pubes and the
smooth groove of her sex.  With his eyes upon her, he began unbuttoning her
blouse, starting from the bottom and working his way upwards.  Smooth,
creamy skin was slowly exposed as the thin shirt opened up.  Finally the
last button was released and he pushed her blouse back from her shoulders
uncovering her chest with the gentle swell of her immature breasts and the
pointed dime-sized pink nipples.  He eased the blouse back until it, too,
slid from Jenny's body and joined her skirt on the



   floor.  She stood nude before him, her face flushed and her hands
hanging limply at her sides.  Her body was delightfully formed, just
slightly plump - a plumpness that highlighted her soft swellings and
accented the creases.  She was just as he liked them.  Frank ran his hands
down her sides, feeling her warm, smooth skin, feeling her youthful
tightness.  He saw goosebumps rise up over her flesh and noticed her
nipples stiffen.  His penis was as solid as a rod of iron and he ached to
release it - but it was no good to rush it.  Things were going along very
nicely and he would hate to spoil it now.  He grasped her bare hips, his
fingers stretched over her buttocks and he squeezed her gently.  His eyes
swept over her nudity and ended looking into her own.



   "You are very pretty, Jenny.  In fact, you are the prettiest girl I have
ever had as a helper," he said.



   She looked at him and a smile touched her lips.  "Am I really?" she
asked.  "I reckon I'm fat."



   Frank ran his hands up and down her bare thighs.  "You are perfect,
honey.  Just perfect." He ran his hands up to her chest and took hold of
each stiff little nipple.  "And these little buds are as sweet as the bud
between your legs.  Do you like me touching them?  Or squeezing them like
this?"



   "Oooooh, Santa!  It makes me feel all funny," Jenny gasped as he played
with her nipples.



   "Where do you feel funny?" Frank asked, his thumb and fore-finger
twiddling her stiff buds.



   "Down between my legs," Jenny said softly and blushed again.  "I really
need to wee," she gasped, her body trembling.



   "Well you just hop up on the toilet and I'll help you," Frank said, his
voice hoarse with desire.



   The little girl allowed Frank to help her to settle onto the toilet.  He
pushed her legs wide apart so they draped each side of the seat.  This
caused her vulva to spread, her labia coming apart to expose the bright
pink inner flesh of her sex.  Frank looked at it and he licked his lips. 
Jenny's clitoris stuck out like a tiny penis at the top of her vagina now
that it was released from within the folds of her labia.  He put a thumb
each side of her and gently pulled her wider apart, exposing the dark
entrance to her vagina, that moist sweet tunnel into her womb.  Jenny
watched his fingers spreading her wider for his inspection and her body
trembled.  It felt good but also quite naughty.  Frank felt her tremors.



   "Its okay, sweetie.  Don't get anxious or embarrassed.  Just pee for me.
Santa wants to watch you." He licked his finger and ran it up the groove of
her sex and stopped over her urethra.  "Pee now, baby.  Let it go.  That's
the girl." A trickle of urine came from beneath his fingertip.  Then it
began to flow faster and stronger as Jenny could hold back no longer. 
Frank caused it to spray over the bowl as the stream strengthened and Jenny
watched in fascination as he worked his fingertip over her.  It felt really
funny to be wee-ing with the man's finger touching her and her wee
splashing all over his hand.  And to have him kneeling in front of her and
watching.  But it was Santa.  And she wanted to please him.  And it felt
rather deliciously naughty!



   "Does it feel good, Jenny?" Santa asked.  "My elves love me to play with
them while they pee.  Almost as much as they like me playing with them on
the bed."



   "Do they?  I guess it does feel good," Jenny said shyly.  "But its funny
with you touching me, Santa.  Its naughty."



   Frank laughed, his finger spraying her pee upwards by pressing
underneath her opening.  "Santa likes naughty things.  Didn't you know?" He
brought his face closer and directed her stream at his mouth.  The warm
fluid sprayed over his beard and into his open mouth.  He savoured the
acidy taste of her, filling his mouth with her waters and spraying it back
over her lower belly so that it ran down her thighs.  Jenny wriggled
beneath his hand but he held her in place, his finger sliding into her
moist, slick entrance, making her gasp and causing her to suddenly cease
urinating.  "Come on, baby.  Keep it going for Santa," Frank urged her,
rubbing his finger over her tiny urethral opening.  "Piss for
me....Aaaah...good girl."



   Jenny giggled as she watched Santa playing with her cunny and making her
pee spray all around.  She was really surprised when he started to drink
her.  Yuuukkk!  she thought, but then he sprayed it back over her and she
felt the hot liquid trickling down between her legs and between her bum. 
And it felt okay.  Then, when Santa asked her to keep going, it seemed to
make it all okay and she was starting to enjoy herself, losing the awful
embarassment she had begun with.  But she was also losing the urge to pee,
her bladder running empty.  She wondered how Santa would react.  She hoped
he wouldn't get mad at her.  She had no control over it and her pee slowed
to a trickle, then finally stopped.  Santa leaned back from between her
legs, his beard wet, her pee dripping from the strands.  He looked at her,
his finger gently rubbing around the hard centre of her cunny and sending
little tingles deep into her belly.



   "What's up, honey?  Keep pissing for me.  I thought you were beginning
to enjoy it." He looked disappointed and Jenny felt awful.



   "I...I...I can't," she said.  "I've finished." She felt tears sting the
back of her eyes and hoped Santa wouldn't get too cross.



   "Oh!  That's a pity, isn't it.  Did you like it?" Santa asked.  He
didn't look cross and Jenny felt relief.  She nodded and blinked her tears
away, wondering what was going to happen next.  "That's good," Santa said
when she nodded that she had liked what they had done.  "Watching you has
made me want to piss, too.  Would you like to watch me?" Jenny made to move
off the toilet but Frank held her until she remained on the seat.  "Hey? 
Would you sit there like that while I pee?"



   Jenny looked a little confused.  "But don't you have to sit down?" she
asked innocently.  "Are you going to sit on me?"



   Frank laughed.  He'd certainly picked a little beauty today, he thought
to himself.  This was going to be even more fun than he had anticipated. 
"No, baby," he said.  "Men don't sit down to pee.  We've got a cock. 
Haven't you ever seen that?  We stand up and pee through it." Jenny looked
blank.  "Oh...that's right," Frank went on.  "You already said you've never
seen a man undressed, didn't you.  I guess I better show you.  Okay?" He
began unbuttoning his top, wet from the splashes from Jenny's pee, not
waiting for her to answer.  The little girl stared at him from her seat on
the toilet, her legs still wide apart, her pink little cunny tantalisingly
displayed to his eyes.



   Jenny's heart was pounding so hard it hurt.  He was going to undress in
front of her!  She stared as he opened his top.  He wasn't fat underneath
it!  There was padding on the inside of his coat!  He was tanned and
muscley, not at all like she had imagined.  "You're not fat!" she couldn't
help exclaiming as he removed his jacket, leaving him only in his red
trousers and boots.



   Frank laughed again, looking down at his lean body.  "My goodness no,"
he said to her.  "Being fat is unhealthy, you know.  But all the pictures
of me show me as fat so I have to wear padding." He looked at her.  "You're
not unhappy are you?  I mean...would you rather I was fat?"



   "No.  You look good," Jenny blurted out, then blushed.  She gazed up
nervously at the man standing in front of her chuckling.  Her eyes were
drawn to movement at his waist and she felt her heart racing again as she
saw him undoing the belt of his pants.  He winked at her as he bent down
and removed his boots, flicking them across the room when his belt was
undone.  Then he stood up.  "You ready, honey?" he asked her, slowly
pushing his pants down so most of his belly was uncovered.



   Jenny gulped.  This was it!  She was going to see a man!  And not just
any man...she was going to see Santa!  She could hardly breathe as she
nodded, her eyes glued to his slowly lowering pants.  Santa pushed them
down, further and further, and she saw a patch of dark crinkly hair
uncovered, then a thick whitish length of flesh coming from the centre of
the hair was slowly exposed.  It was long and looked very hard as Santa
continued to lower his pants down his thighs.  She gasped as it suddenly
sprang upright, the waistband of his pants going beneath its length and
freeing the rod of hard flesh.  Jenny stared at it as Santa let his pants
drop to the floor and stood naked in front of her.  His 'cock', as he had
called it, was long, thick and looked as hard as a bone.  It was covered in
fine lines under the skin that were like scribbles, some thick tubes that
twisted up most of its length, and a shiny, plum-like top that was much
redder than the rest of it.  The head seemed to be split on



   one side and had a hole in it and a thick tube ran from the head right
down its length and curved in underneath to disappear into his body.  Her
eyes followed that ridge downwards to the dangling sack beneath it and she
stared at what looked like two hen's eggs inside the wrinkly skin and
wondered what on earth they were.  He was so different to her!



   Frank saw the youngster's eyes widen as she stared at him and he got
that extra thrill as he let her look over him.  To have the little girl
looking at him naked, looking at his cock and his balls and to be blatantly
exposing himself to her was incredibly exciting.  He smiled as he took hold
of his erection, pushing it down so it was pointed directly at Jenny.



   "I'm going to pee now," he told her.  "I'll try to aim between your legs
but it might splash you or I might miss.  Don't be worried by that.  You
saw how I drank your pee, didn't you?" Jenny nodded, her eyes wide and
staring at the cock aimed at her, almost mesmerised by its size and
alienness.  "Maybe you'll like mine, too," Frank continued.  "My elves do.
Are you ready?" The young girl nodded again and Frank felt his bladder
release its load, with some difficulty because he was so stiff and excited.
He felt its heat as his urine forced its way up his cock and it began
spraying out in an uncontrollable spray, his erection causing it to
splatter from the urethra rather than flow.



   Jenny squealed as it sprayed over her body, drops even splashing her
chin as Santa adjusted his aim.  She spluttered as the hot, tangy taste of
him spread through her mouth and she swallowed the acidy fluid.  His pee
was hot and tickly on her skin and her body tingled as the flow ran down
her belly and onto her pubes.  Goosebumps sprang up over her flesh as Santa
sprayed himself at her cunny and she felt a shivery wave of pleasure as the
hard flow spurted into the gash between her labia.  It was even better than
when Santa had drunk from her!  She watched as he sprayed over her, moving
his hard thing up and down, aiming at her nipples, then back down between
her legs.  They were making a terrible mess around the toilet, but the
whole area was tiled so it wasn't too bad.



   Frank's flow finally abated and he stood in front of the young girl
squeezing the last drops from his cock onto her leg.  The little honey had
loved it, he realised, seeing her eyes glued to his penis, her face with an
expression of excitement and wonder.  He let go of himself and touched her
gently on the top of her head.  She looked up at him.



   "That was great, wasn't it?" he asked her.  "I knew you'd enjoy it," he
continued when she nodded.  "Do you want to do the other things my elves do
with me?" He looked at her expectantly.



   "Yes," Jenny reponded, suddenly interested in finding out what it was
they did.  She still felt nervous, but had lost her shyness in front of
this kindly man.  She looked at the Barbie doll he had given her on the
bed. Maybe she would get another one!  If she did good!



   Frank lifted her off the toilet, his hands beneath her armpits, his
thumbs against her nipples.  Jenny squealed as he lifted her high, bringing
her cunny level with his face and leaning forward to kiss her wet sex.  She
giggled and squirmed, her movements giving Frank delightful views of her
secret places and he held her above him as he feasted his eyes.



   "Ooooh, Santa!  You're really strong!" the youngster laughed, her laugh
again turning to a squeal as he again pressed his mouth onto her cunny, her
legs spread around his head.



   Slowly he lowered her, letting her naked body slide down his own.  She
jumped as she felt his cock nudge between her legs and he wriggled her
around so that the large thickness of him came dragging up over her belly
and chest between them.  As his glans came up under her chin, he held her
there, her body dangling, and smiled down at her, seeing her nervous
excitement reflected in her expression as she felt his penis so close to
her.  She drew her head back and his penis, slick with his pee and leaking
pre-cum, slid around her chin and sprang upright in front of her face.  She
stared at the swollen organ, her eyes wide.



   "Touch it, baby," Frank urged softly.  "Take hold of it." They were both
still.



   Tentatively, Jenny brought her hand towards the engorged shaft, her
fingers moving slightly as they closed in on it.  Several times she almost
touched it, but drew back hesitantly.  Frank kept himself still, his heart
pounding as he anticipated the little girl's touch and enjoying the
incredible sexual suspense they were both caught in.  Finally she touched
him and he couldn't help a soft gasp as her fingers grazed his sensitive
flesh.  Jenny jerked her fingers back, but then slowly came forward again
and took hold of him, her fingers not reaching fully around the hot, hard
penis.



   Frank slowly lowered her until her feet were back on the floor.  She did
not let go of him, but began inspecting him in a curious and delightful
way, moving him so she could see it from different angles, her fingers
exploring the strangeness of him.



   "That's really great, honey," he told her.  "Let's move over onto the
bed and we can explore each other better." He gently led her towards his
bed, pressing her back onto it and lying beside her.  She was so tiny
beside him!  His hand covered her whole chest when he spread it over her.
He caressed her chest, lying on his side, his erection pressing over her
belly, gently brushing it as he moved.  He teased her nipples which were
stiff and crinkled, still damp from the splashes of his pee.  He wiped his
hand over her body, spreading the moisture until it evaporated in the heat
of the room.  His hand moved in between her legs and began stroking the
moist slit nestled between the puffy folds of her pubes.  Jenny moaned as
his fingers explored her and her legs opened of their own accord.



   "You like that, baby?" he asked her softly, his body tingling with
arousal and his glans leaking pre-cum onto her belly.  The little girl
whimpered and nodded and a greater thrill passed through him.  He stroked
inside her, his finger finding her hard little button at the tip of her
vagina and he teased it, marveling at its size, as large as most woman he
had had.  And as sensitive, judging from the little cries of delight Jenny
made as he tweaked her.  He slid his finger into her hole.  She was
tight...so tight he could just get the tip of a second finger into her
before he felt her tense up, indicating it was starting to hurt her.  He
withdrew the second digit but kept his single finger inside her pressing
gently against her hymen.  There was no way he was going to be able to fuck
her.  He knew that.  But he had ways of enjoying the younger girls that
brought as much pleasure to him as it did to them, so that did not bother
him.  He enjoyed playing with her, watching her squirm, watching her
arousal, and listening to the whimpers and moans of pleasure she couldn't
help making as he manipulated her so expertly.



   Finally he felt himself right on the edge of his frustration level and
he slipped his finger from her now sopping sex and took hold of his penis,
pressing the slick glans up Jenny's belly and over her hip.



   "Climb on top of me," he told her, rolling onto his back, his cock
thrusting upright from his groin.  Jenny clambered over him and he
manipulated her around until she was kneeling spreadlegged on his belly,
his penis resting against her back.  He stroked her gaping sex and gently
eased her upwards, his penis sliding down the crease of her buttocks.  She
jumped as it stroked over her anus, then looked at him with some
trepidation as it slid beneath her and nestled at the entrance to her
vagina.



   "It's okay, honey.  I'm not going to stick it in you," he said, letting
his hardness slide beneath her until it was angling up over his belly
beneath her.  "I want you to sit on it.  That's right.  Put your cunny
right on top of it." Frank wriggled beneath her to get his urethral tube
right beneath Jenny's sex.  He pulled her gently apart as he settled her on
him.  Her heat and wetness pressed onto his hard shaft.  "Oh, God.  That is
sooooo nice," he moaned, taking hold of her hips.



   "Is it, Santa?" Jenny asked him, her gaze fixed on where their bodies
were joined.  "I'm glad," she added.  "It feels nice for me, too."



   Frank began to move her slight body backwards and forwards, sliding her
sex up and down his cock.  Her moistness, plus his own leakage, spread over
his shaft making her movements slick and easy.  As the lubricant spread, he
began to move her faster and harder and he felt his climax starting to
build.  The youngster was also panting and he knew she was also feeling a
lot of pleasure.  Faster and harder he moved her, Jenny clenching herself
tightly against him, her eyes not leaving the slick shaft upon which she
was sliding, watching the swollen red knob emerge and retreat beneath her
glistening pubes.



   Finally Frank could hold out no longer.  With a deep shudder he began
spewing his seed, spurts of his semen shooting from his cock and spraying
up over his chest.  He couldn't stop his body from jerking and arcing on
the bed and Jenny grabbed him, her eyes wide, not knowing what was
happening.  At the same moment, her little body shuddered with her own
orgasm and she squealed as waves of pleasure rippled outwards from her
groin.  White streaks lined Frank's body, dribbling down over his chest and
leaving wet trails where it went.  He held Jenny's hips tightly, knowing
she was coming along with him.  He forced her down hard on his pulsating
shaft and ended up with his glans nudging the opening to her body, the
final spurt of semen covering her reddened vaginal entrance in a greyish
cream that pooled where they joined.



   They stayed that way for several minutes, both of them catching their
breath and letting their bodies come down from their high.  Frank's penis
slowly softened and Jenny became aware of its changing.  She raised
herself, his sperm dribbling down onto him and she looked at him.



   "What's happening?" she asked.  "Your things melting!"



   Frank laughed.  "Its just going back to normal," he told her.  "I...we,
both had what's called a climax.  A come.  It happens when we get really
excited.  It happens when I am with my elves; and it happened with you."



   Jenny's face lit up.  "You mean I did as good as them?" she asked him.
"Did I, Santa?"



   "You sure did, honey.  You can bet on getting some good presents from me
this year." He eased her off him, putting her on the bed beside him.  She
looked disappointed as he sat up, swinging his legs off the bed.  He saw
her expression.  "Hey!  I've got to get back to work," he said standing up.
"And you need to see more of the fair."



   "But I'd like to stay here a bit longer and..." she began to potest.



   Frank reached out and took her hand, easing her off the bed.  "I'd like
that, too," he said.  "But we have things to do." He paused.  Then he
squatted in front of her and looked into her eyes, a serious expression on
his face.  "Hey!  I know!  What say you come over here tomorrow.  Around
lunch time again.  We can do some other things as well - I'll give you
another Christmas surprise.  But you mustn't tell anyone.  Okay?"



   The youngster looked at him in excitement.  "Really?" she asked.



   "You betcha!" Frank assured her.  "But you've got to promise you won't
ever tell anyone.  Promise?"



   "Yes!" she exclaimed excitedly.  "I promise, Santa."



   "Good.  Now I think we better have a shower, get this stuff of mine off
us and I'd better get back to work.  There's a lot to do before Christmas
day, you know.  Okay?" He stood up and took her hand, leading her towards
the shower stall.  He knew he was leaving tonight with the fair.  Today was
their last day in this place.  The kid had been fun...and he really would
have liked to have another session with her, but he knew the dangers and
knew he would also get another kid in the next country town they stopped
in. He certainly loved Christmas.



   Jenny followed Santa into the shower.  This was the best Christmas she
had had so far.  And she was going to get another Christmas surprise
tomorrow.















   THE END





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