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This story is for adults only authorized for publication on Echso's Timestop pages. It may be published elsewhere only by the author's express permission. All characters are fictional and above the age of consent for engaging in sexual activities. This story is a fantasy and contains both impossible and immoral acts which should not be attempted by real persons. Reading this story may be considered naughty and may result in loss of presents on Christmas eve. If you are worried, wait until December 26th to read it."Come on, Dad. I can do this," Fritz insisted. "I've been out with you a dozen times! Trust me!"
"Awwww, I don't know," said the old man, pausing to belch. "You've never flown alone at night..."
"But last year I did all the flying! You said yourself that I handled the team as well as you could have!"
"He's right, Kris," said his mother. "You're in no shape to do it with that flu of yours and Fritz is perfectly capable of doing the work."
Good old mom!
"I can just leave time until I've gotten over this thing!" the old man protested, "Then the point will be moot!"
He belched loudly and grabbed his bucket, looking miserable.
"And don't you remember what happened last time you did that?" Fritz' mom countered. "You lay there in bed outside of time for what seemed a week to you just brooding and feeling sorry for yourself and then what did you do? You started going over the list, checking it twice and then twice over and by the time you were well enough to make the deliveries, you had decided that only half a dozen children were nice enough to deserve them. With all that overstock we had to lay off three dozen elves and their union hasn't stopped bringing it up at every opportunity since!"
The old man muttered and mumbled excuses and justifications, but Fritz knew that once his mom was on his side, the jolly old fat man would cave.
"Fine! Just get the suit and get out of here!" he declared. "But make sure you don't let anyone get a look at you! You're too damn skinny! I've got a reputation, you know. And I expect the rum cakes that Ulaf's mother makes and at least half of the other cookies! I won't stay sick forever, you know, and when I'm better I'm going to be hungry!"
"Will do, Dad," Fritz said, giving him a playful tug on his beard. "And Merry Christmas!"
"Bah!" said the old man and Fritz grabbed the magic suit and headed out to load the sleigh.
"Don't forget to check the list twice!" he called out. "I've got a bad feeling about this."
"Oh that's just gas, dear!" said Mrs. Kringle. "Everything will be fine. He's a nice boy."
"Hah!" said the man called Claus. "Sometimes I wonder."
****
As Fritz went to load the sleigh, he passed a squat, gnarled elf who nodded at him. Fritz nodded back. His co-conspirator had loaded The Sack.
Fritz was not, in fact, the nice boy Mrs. Kringle thought he was. He was decidedly naughty, with a deep interest in naughtiness despite his father's crusade against it, or perhaps because of it. Due to the magically long-lived nature of his parents, his adolescence had lasted nearly a century and the perpetual pubescence had warped him. The only reason he had not been as naughty as he might have been was that he lived up on a snowy mountain top where, quite frankly, being naughty took more imagination than Fritz possessed. The naughtiness of lacing his father's lunch with spoiled reindeer meat had been Randy the elf's idea. Once Randy told him all his naughty ideas, however, Fritz was quite willing to put them into action.
And the plan had worked! He had the sleigh, he had the magic gloves, he had the sack, and he had the list! Not this year's list. He had that, of course, and all the nice little boys and girls would of course get their presents in due time. But the list he was excited about was tucked into his trousers and he pulled it out once he had left his parents there on the ground, driving the team up into the cold December night sky.
The list. Fritz had kept it hidden for twelve years now after saving it from the fire. His dad burned the list every December 26th, saying that every child got a clean slate for the coming year. But Fritz had snatched a singed portion, G through J, from the hearth when no one was looking and finally it was going to pay off!
He grinned down at the list, steering the team with one hand. Naughty, naughty, naughty. Randy the elf had a theory: that naughty little girls grow up to be naughty big girls. Tonight, with all of his dad's magic, Fritz aimed to find out.
He flew out over the village of Dorf. Although his father's legend had spread far and wide and he was impersonated the world over, in truth he had never delivered presents to all the children of the world. Even with his magical ability to step out of time, the logistics of such a venture would make it impossible. He only delivered presents to the children of a few dozen Alpine villages as he had for centuries.
Fritz would deliver the presents tonight, eventually. With father's gloves, he could step out of time himself and could easily complete the job by morning. Right now, though, he was going to give a present to himself: A formerly naughty little girl on his list named Heidi Gorlach.
Fritz lay a gloved finger to the side of his nose. He had no idea why the magic required that gesture and had always thought his father looked silly doing it. Nevertheless, it worked. With finger to nose, he willed himself out of time and the large fluffy snowflakes stopped their gentle decent. Fritz chuckled. In this frozen moment of time, he was all powerful. Not even his father could get to him here. Again, laying his finger to the side of his nose, he became immaterial and slipped down through the Gorlach family's roof. Father preferred to use the chimney as a guide, but Fritz thought that was just asking to get all sooty. Besides, the hearth was not his goal.
Fritz materialized in Heidi Gorlach's room to find it empty. He smacked his forehead at his stupidity. Why had he expected a naughty girl to be in bed early--or in her own bed at all? He stalked about the naughty girl's bedroom, fondling her undergarments, and then he saw the note. It was an invitation:
Come to Gunter Hodge's Christmas Eve Party!
Beer! Dancing! Music! More Beer!
There was and address. It wasn't far. Fritz smiled at his good fortune and lay a finger aside his nose.
***
The party was in full swing when Fritz arrived. It was held in what appeared to be a dairy, though it had been cleansed of all trace of cow and the foamy beverage that flowed was certainly not milk. There were many beautiful girls there, most of them most certainly naughty, but Fritz wanted to find Heidi Gorlach. Having fondled her undergarments, he was determined to fondle her more intimate things.
There were dozens of people in the dairy and Fritz had only a vague idea of what his quarry looked like from a small family portrait in her parents home. Rather than sort through the frozen guests, he thought it better to lay his finger aside his nose, fade to invisibility and step back into time.
It was the right choice. As the party goers resumed motion, Fritz heard a group of them calling out to the one he sought.
"Chug, Heidi, Chug! Chug, Heidi, Chug! Chug, Heidi, Chug!"
Fritz saw that the chant was directed at a ruddy-faced young woman with blonde braids and HUGE gazongas.
Heidi held a big stein of beer, it's foamy head slowly sliding over the rim. Her wide, blinking eyes, glowing complexion, and broad grin all bore witness that this was not her first. Her gaze weaved and swerved at the crowd that cheered her on, then she tossed back her head, took the stein in both hands and guzzled. Foam escaped her mouth and oozed down her neck and into the canyon of her cleavage. The crowd held its breath, silently counting gulps. At twelve, the blonde Bavarian stopped, gasped, wobbled and belched. The crowd exploded with applause.
"WooHoo!" Heidi shouted, triumphant, shaking the stein and an empty fist in the air, shaking her massive knockers in the process, not unintentionally Fritz guessed. Randy's theory was proving sound--Heidi had definitely grown up naughty. And grown up buxom as well! Fritz just had to get a closer look at the girl's chest. He lay a finger aside his nose and the raucous party came to a sudden halt.
Outside of time, Fritz weaved through the crowd to where Heidi was held aloft in debauched triumph. From beneath, her pendulous breasts were even more imposing. Fritz grinned and with a finger aside his nose rose up to be on the same level as the buxom ale aficionado. He took a massive mammary in each hand.
The young Kringle grinned. Stuck on a mountaintop for most of his century-long adolescence with nothing but his mother and the small-chested she-elves as examples of the female form, he had never copped a feel. Now here he was with the mother lode! They were incredible!
Fritz' first instinct was to strip off Heidi's blouse and undergarments and take a good look at her mountains of flesh. He had the blouse half off and was thinking what a surprise it would be to everyone when Heidi was suddenly topless when another thought occurred to him. With a mischievous grin, he pulled out his small knife.
Fritz had the deft hands and keen eyes of a toy maker. It was easy to determine the points of greatest stress on the girls herculean brassier and quick work to perforate those seams with his knife so that only a few threads held the bulwark in place. Replacing her blouse, he also took his knife to it. Floating back a few paces, he could see that to all outward appearances, her outfit was still sound--at least in this frozen moment. Fritz settled back down to the ground and found the optimal place to view the results of his labors.
A finger to his nose and Heidi was once again bouncing on the shoulders of her entourage, cheering in her beer-chugging triumph. Three bounces and Fritz saw the girl's eyes go wide, but she had no time to otherwise react before her huge hooters broke free from their compromised containment.
Heidi screamed in surprise as she found her blouse and bra in tatters and she scrambled to hold her outfit together, blushing furiously. Drunk as she was and bouncing on the shoulders of two burly men, it was a futile endeavor. Her perch became even more precarious as her two supporters craned their necks to see her liberated boobies.
The rest of the crowd had less difficulty viewing Fritz' handy work. Many stared, mouths agape for an endless moment, unable to believe what had just happened. Others guffawed with laughter at the buxom girl's misfortune. With in a few heartbeats, however, a cheer rose up--one even louder than the one celebrating her beer guzzling. Heidi continued to blush but a shy grin returned to her face and she looked about the crowd, delighted to be the object of such awe.
At the crowd's encouragement, the two boys who bore her aloft again began to bounce her up and down. Heidi laughed and squealed as she again lost hold of her tattered blouse and her boobies bounced free. The two boys passed the buxom lush to another pair and they paraded her about the room, the crowd going wild. Fritz followed close by, watching in awe as the globes of flesh undulated and quivered and as Heidi made less and less of an effort to cover them. They were spectacular!
*****
Fritz was delighted with how well his adventure with Heidi was working. It occurred to him that many of the girls on his list were probably at this very party. He could always come back to Heidi and her luscious bosom. He pulled out his list, scanning for especially naughty girls from Dorf. One, Hannah Scheuler, had even more black check marks than Heidi. This was a girl he just had to meet.
He placed his finger along side of his nose and became visible but disguised. His father used this trick to go about as an old beggar and test people to see if they would treat him kindly. Fritz took the guise of one of the local boys instead.
He sidled up to one group of young men.
"Hey, has anyone seen Hannah Scheuler?" he asked, nonchalant.
"Hah!" exclaimed one. "You're too late for her, by far!"
"Ya!" exclaimed another, "Gunter is the lucky one tonight. He took her up to the hay loft twenty minutes ago!"
"Twenty minutes?" asked a third. "Gunter's probably done by now, then! The rest of us may get a chance yet!"
All the young men laughed at this. Fritz smiled. Here was yet more evidence supporting Randy's theory. He lay a finger aside his nose, fading from view and rising into the hay-filled loft above them. The sound of giggles and moans led him to an out of the way pile of fodder. There was a raven-haired lass with pale, pale skin being cheerfully ravished by a horny young village boy. The dark-haired girl, who could only be Hannah, was wearing only her undergarments and these only partially. Her amorous suitor had his shirt open and his pants about his ankles.
"Oh Gunter!" Hannah exclaimed as the boy buried his face in her cleavage. "You make me so horny! So hot!"
"Oh Hannah!" exclaimed Gunter, "You are a goddess among women! The most beautiful girl I have ever seen!"
"I excite you Gunter?" she asked.
"Oh yes, Hannah, yes!" he exclaimed.
"Let me feel," she said, reaching down between the young man's legs and grabbing his pecker.
"Uhhua!" said Gunter.
"Why Gunter, you do like me, don't you!" Hannah exclaimed.
"Oh God yes, Hannah!"
"More than that little bitch girlfriend of yours?" she pressed.
"Katrina?" Gunter asked, taken aback.
"Of course, Gunter. You didn't think I didn't know, did you?"
"Well, uh..."
"Now, now, Gunter." she smiled, her hand squeezing and stroking his cock expertly, "It's all right, you know. I just want you to tell me that I'm more of a woman than she is. That I'm more beautiful, more exciting. And if you convince me, well, then I'll be very, very happy. And when I'm happy, I like to take a nice hard cock like this one and suck it!"
Gunter's eyes got huge.
"K..Katrina means nothing to me!" he declared. "She's nothing compared to you, Hannah! Next to you she might as well be a nun."
"An ugly nun?" Hannah encouraged.
"Uh, yes. An ugly, toothless scabby nun." Gunter said.
"And what about her cunt?" Hannah asked. "Does it smell foul?"
"I d...I mean yes! It reeks! Not like yours, Hannah! You smell like a woman! Like a goddess!"
The naughty girl giggled, then she pushed the desperately horny boy down on to the hay.
"It makes me very happy to hear you say that, Gunter," she said. "Very happy indeed!"
Fritz stared, amazed and invisible, as the dark-haired beauty pulled out the panting boy's hard cock and gave it a long, slow lick from balls to tip, eyes full of mischief.
"Oh Hannah!" cried Gunter, and his eyes rolled back in his head. "You are so much more a woman than Katrina will ever be!"
The girl grinned, opened her mouth wide and engulfed the rigid member, giving out a satisfied little grunt as she did so. Gunter gibbered and moaned as she began to bob her head up and down on his shaft. The boy sank down into the hay.
Fritz decided he had played the voyeur for long enough. He lay his finger aside his nose and stepped out of time. He observed the frozen fellatio from all angles, fascinated by how much of the boy's member Hannah was able to take into her throat. He determined that from that angle, Hannah could not see Gunter's face clearly, which was fine with Fritz as he intended to replace him.
Gently prying her frozen fingers from Gunter's shaft and lifting her head off his cock, Fritz slid Gunter from his enviable position, hoisted him onto his shoulder, naked and erect, and rose up to the roof top on the opposite side from which he had parked the team. Leaving the heretofore lucky young man with his cock pointed at the cold night sky, Fritz descended to the waiting Hannah and removed his own trousers. He was quite erect himself, having enjoyed the show, and was quite ready to become a participant.
He nestled down into the depression Gunter had left in the hay and eased his delighted dick between Hannah's pursed lips. He was significantly better endowed than Gunter, but he hoped Hannah would not notice, or at least not care enough to check the identity of the recipient of her beneficence. He wrapped her delicate fingers about his shaft, lay back, and covered his face with a bit of hay for good measure.
Then laying a finger aside his nose, he entered a world of pure bliss. Hannah gave a squeal as, to her perception, Gunter's cock suddenly grew in her mouth but, unrattled, she continued her hummer with even greater enthusiasm. From somewhere on the roof, there was a confused and despairing cry but, engrossed in her activity, Hannah failed to notice it.
"Mmmmmm" she exclaimed around the thick, hard shaft. It tasted vaguely of peppermint for some reason.
Fritz groaned there in the hay, overwhelmed by Hannah's deft performance, practiced to perfection. She was delighted by his appreciative response and went into her frenzied finale, bobbing and slurping as she pumped her little fist around his thick rod, groaning an incoherent command that he give up all resistance. Fritz complied, exploding into her mouth has she greedily gulped.
Hannah swallowed the last of his curiously-flavored spunk, then released the deflating cock to grin at its amazed owner. Grinning back at her was the face of a delighted stranger. Hannah gasped as he lay his finger aside his nose and was suddenly gone, leaving her alone and unnerved.
****
Feeling utterly delighted with how his plan was going, Fritz headed back to the party, leaving Hannah to wonder what had just happened. Heidi had forgone the futile attempt to recover her liberated largess and was once again chugging beer as the party goers cheered her on, bosoms bared for all to see.
Off to one corner, three girls in short lederhosen gathered watching Heidi's spectacle with disapproval. Fritz decided to see what they were talking about about and faded to invisibility before stepping back into time.
"God she is just such a lush!" said the sharp-faced blonde who was clearly the ring leader of the trio. "I can't believe she's still on her feet!"
"You're so right, Hilda!" declared her dark-haired compatriot. "Doesn't she care what people think of her? And that all that beer! God, she'll be big as a house by the time she's thirty!"
"She'll be big as a house nine month's from now more likely," said Hilda, "You get enough beer into her and she's as much a whore as Hannah Scheuler. I don't know which is worse! Hannah who goes about seeking men to paw and poke her or Heidi who is so pickled she doesn't even know who is doing the poking!"
The three girls laughed scornfully. Fritz was shocked! How could these girls disparage the two naughty girls who had brought so much pleasure to his formerly repressed existence! And clearly they had brought joy to many lives as well! Could these girls be so petty as to begrudge them all a bit of naughtiness? They were worse than his father!
They were quite a bit nicer to look at, however. The diminutive sharp-faced blonde, Hilda, especially. Fritz looked at his list. Somewhat to his surprise, her name appeared. Well, he reasoned, naughty didn't always have to come packaged with pleasantness. It was a pity though!
Fritz stepped out of time and spent a moment exploring Hilda's body with his delighted hands. Her flesh was firm and luscious beneath her folkish outfit. A shame that she was such the bitch, disinclined to share her fine flesh. Clearly she was lacking in the spirit of the season. Fritz had a cure for that, though.
Removing his hands from Hilda's firm fanny, he replaced the gloves and rose up to the rooftop. The reindeer looked resentfully at him and Fritz put on their grain sacks. With the team happily munching, he went to The Sack and, concentrating, reached in and pulled out the little brown bottle that Randy the elf had packed there for just such an occasion.
said the label. Fritz descended back to the bitchy blonde. He tipped her head back and poured a generous draught down Hilda's throat. Then he resumed his place in the flow of time.
Hilda swallowed reflexively, then her eyes went wide. She wobbled a bit as a pink blush and a broad grin crept up her face.
"Hilda, are you all right?" asked one of her cronies.
Hilda blinked her big blue eyes, looking back and forth between her companions, her smile growing all the more.
"Merry Christmas!" she exclaimed and then burst into a fit of giggles.
The sober portion of the trio stared at the third in wonder.
"Uh...Merry Christmas," said one.
"I love you girls!" Hilda exclaimed, throwing an arm around the two girls shoulders, "You're the best friends ever!"
"Uh, What's wrong with you, Hilda?" asked one of her friends when it became apparent she wasn't going to let them go.
"Yeah, you're acting all weird and stuff," observed the other.
"I'm just so happy <giggle>! It's Christmas and I have the best friends ever and I just feel like singing! Let's sing, girls!"
"No. Let's not. This is just too weird." declared the dark-haired friend, struggling to escape the bear hug.
Fritz stepped out of time. Hilda's friends needed some help getting into the spirit of things as well. He helped the frozen friends to some Christmas Cheer, giving Hilda an additional dose just for the hell of it, then resumed the fun.
The friends swallowed, then relaxed into Hilda's hug, grinning. Filled with affection for one another, the three girls continued to hug and express their fondness for each other and how wonderful life was. Mostly, though, they just giggled.
"PLEASE! I wanna sing!" exclaimed Hilda.
Her friends giggled.
"Singing is fun," observed one.
"But what should we sing?" asked the other.
"How about that one song!" said Hilda. "You know, that song about Christmas and stuff!"
"Oh yeah!! That's a good one!" exclaimed the dark haired one.
The three girls started singing three different tunes. None of them knew more than half of the words but they didn't let that stop them. Hilda sang the loudest, in a key she herself had invented.
Fritz grinned, delighted that the Christmas Cheer had mellowed the girls so nicely. Now that Hilda was in a better mood, Fritz wanted to have some fun with her. Still invisible, he tiptoed behind her and firmly took hold of her ass with both hands.
Hilda squealed with surprise but her friends couldn't discern the difference from her singing. She looked over her shoulder and blinked her Cheer-dialated eyes, seeing no one. She looked perplexed but unconcerned. With that much Christmas Cheer in her, she wasn't about to worry!
Apparently she did not find Fritz touch unpleasant because after the initial shock she relaxed her taught bottom into his welcoming hands and with a confused smile continued singing. Fritz began kneading.
"Happy Christmas, Fa-la-la-la-hum-hum," Hilda sang.
He slipped his hands between Hilda and her two friends to rest under Hilda's suspenders. He cupped her small but perky tits. They were nice and he gave them a squeeze. Hilda's singing went up an octave and got a bit louder.
"Fa-la-la-laA-LALA!"
Fritz was getting hard again and as he embraced Hilda from behind he rubbed himself against her firm butt. Hilda giggled and continued to sing. Fritz hands continued to wander, finding the waistband of her short pants. Down they dived to find her soft, moist slit. Hilda's singing really took off at that point.
"LA-LA-LA-LE-LA-LEEEE-LA-LOOOO!"
Fritz chuckled. This was great. He was so damn hard and about ready to come. He got a wicked idea. He disentangled himself from Hilda, leaving her even more confused and visibly disappointed. Still invisible, he stepped in front of the three carolers and rose up so his crotch was level with their faces. He whipped out his invisible meat rod and slapped the tip of the nose of each of the singing girls in turn. They swiped at their noses in confusion but continued their song.
Grinning, Fritz waved his cock back and forth from girl to girl. He had transformed them from snooty and snoty to silly and sensual and his pecker couldn't be prouder. With a couple quick jerks, it went off, splattering the carolers faces with gooey jism that seemed to come out of nowhere. The inebriated girls just kept on singing and hugging each other. Fritz' semen smelled of peppermint and eggnog and they licked their lips when he managed to hit their mouths.
It was all quite a lot of fun, but Fritz thought it would be quite a bit more fun if Hilda's friends were replaced with the lovely and naughty Heidi and Hannah. Of course, that was well with in his power, he realized, and laying a finger aside his nose he stepped out of time.
He considered--there was quite a bit more naughtiness he wanted to engage in and a more private, more comfortable setting would be preferable. He remembered the mayor of Dorf's home as being quite plush. He would take the girls there.
As Hilda was handy, he disentangled her from her friends, picked her up by the waist and lifted her up through the ceiling. There in the loft he found Hannah, who had dressed to return to the party and look for the missing Gunter. Fritz grabbed hold of her as well and continued their rise roofward. Outside of time, they weighed next to nothing. He easily stacked them one on top of the other in the back of the sleigh.
Gunter was still there on the roof, looking pitiful and blue near the edge, perhaps contemplating jumping. Fritz laughed, then took pity on him. He had to go back down anyway, so he grabbed hold of the chilly boy and sank down with him to the main room. He found Heidi, still topless and flecked with foam, the center of attention. Not feeling overly generous, he positioned poor Gunter in front of Heidi and then removed his pants, which the boy had pulled up once he found himself on the roof.
Fritz grabbed hold of Heidi from behind, cupping her bare boobies, and rose back up to the roof. He lay her out across the other two girls, slipped a strap across the three to keep from loosing them, and flew out in the silent, motionless night to the mayoral mansion of Dorf.
was a huge Christmas tree there at the mayor's house and the fire still burned brightly, though no one remained in the great hall. Positioning the girls in front or the fire, Fritz lay a finger aside each of their noses, taking them outside of time with him. The naughty girls blinked and looked about, shocked at their changed environment.
"Where are we?" exclaimed Heidi.
"Who are you?" exclaimed Hannah.
Hilda giggled.
"I am Father Christmas," Fritz answered.
Heidi snorted. Hannah huffed. Hilda giggled.
"No You're not!" Hannah exclaimed. "Father Christmas is old!"
"Yeah!" agreed Heidi, "And fat!"
"And stupid <giggle>!" chimed Hilda.
"Yeah, Father Christmas is a jerk," Hannah agreed. "He never gave me squat!"
"Yeah, me neither!" exclaimed Heidi.
"Nope <giggle>" said Hilda in response to their questioning glances.
"Let me explain!" cried Fritz, "That was the old father Christmas. He has a thing against naughty girls. But I'm the new Father Christmas and I like naughty girls very much! so much so, that I've decided it make up for the old Father Christmas' poor judgment and bring you presents now, even though you're all grown up!"
The girls listened to him with varying amounts of skepticism--until he mentioned presents. Then their faces lit up with anticipation and joy, if not belief.
"Presents!" exclaimed Hilda and clapped. The other two giggled. Fritz opened The Sack.
"First present--Baby dolls all around!"
He reached in and pulled out three outfits of soft silk: Scarlet for Hannah, emerald for Heidi, rose for Hilda. They held their new lingerie out before them, delighted. On a whim, Fritz refroze them, stripped them down and dressed them up in the baby dolls, so when he brought them back out of time, the girls squealed at their instant wardrobe change.
Fritz then began to shower the girls with gifts: Stockings, sexy shoes, more lingerie, short skirts, tight blouses, gaudy jewelry. They squealed, clapped, and danced about with each new bit of naughtiness that emerged from Fritz' sack.
"Are you girls happy with your new clothes?" he asked at last.
"Yes, Father Christmas!" the naughty girls declared. "Thank you!"
"Ho Ho Ho!" laughed Fritz. "But even big girls deserve to get toys as well as clothes on Christmas! And Father Christmas has special toys just for you!"
He reached into The Sack as the wide eyed girls looked on. Concentrating, he retrieved three of the smooth, tapered ceramic cylinders that Randy the Elf had made. They were as long as Fritz' forearm and as thick as his father's nose.
"What do we do with those?" asked Heidi.
"I can think of something," said Hannah.
Hilda giggled.
But then Fritz did something that left even Hannah guessing. He inserted a key into the untapered end and turned it about, winding what sounded like a clockwork mechanism inside.
"There!" he declared once the last one was wound up. "Now come sit on Santa's lap and he'll give each of you your toy. Hannah, you first.
"Aww!" exclaimed Heidi and Hilda, but Hannah squealed and bounded up to sit upon his lap, wrapping her arms about his neck and kissing him decisively on the cheek. She ground her firm bottom into Fritz, who had become turgid again.
"Now I gather you understand where this goes, Hannah," he said.
"Uh-Huh!" Hannah replied, slipping the thin strip of fabric which covered her pussy to one side with a finger.
"That's right, Hannah, but first you need to touch this little button."
He showed her the tiny button on the side and she pushed it. Suddenly the rod began to rattle and hum as if it were filled with a thousand angry bees trying to escape with tiny hammers. Hannah's eyes went wide as she realized the implication, but she seemed frightened to use the thing. She giggled nervously.
The younger Kringle took her hands and helped guide the tapered tip to her bared bush. Upon contact, Hannah gave a short gasp, then an enlightened smile claimed her face.
"Oh Santa!" she cried and Fritz pressed a bit more firmly, parting her labia. "Oh SANTA!"
Hahhah flipped her legs up over the arm of the chair and lay in Fritz' lap, one hand keeping her new toy in place, her eyes rolling back.
"Oh Yes!" she cried, and the thing slipped deep inside her.
"So does Hannah like her present?" asked the smirking Kringle.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, oh Santa, oh yes!" Hannah exclaimed as she squirmed.
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Fritz chuckled.
"Our turn! Our turn!" exclaimed Heidi and Hilda.
"Very well girls," said Fritz, picking up Hannah and laying her on the soft carpet to squirm and moan.
The two blondes each straddled Fritz' knees, grinning in anticipation.
"Ho-ho-ho!" chuckled Fritz, and ran a gloved finger along both silk-covered slits, causing them to wick up the flood of juices the girls were generating. He took the girls' toys, pushed their buttons, and holding them like daggers pressed them lengthwise against the girls' moist mounds of Venus.
The two blondes quivered on Fritz' knees and let loose excited squeals. They grabbed hold of Fritz' hands and began to rub the toys up and down along their slits, rocking their firm bottoms along Fritz' thighs. Fritz removed his gloves as Heidi and Hilda took hold of their toys, so he could fondle the four lovely boobs before him, Heidi's massive knockers and Hilda's petite but perky titties. They gurgled appreciatively and worked their toys into their hungry cunts.
They began to gibber and shake, heads rolling back, tits thrust forward. Fritz cock strained at the confines of his trousers. On the floor, Hannah moaned and panted.
It was Heidi that fell first, but she grasped at Hilda's teddy as she did so and pulled the smaller girl down on top of her. After the initial shock and grunts of surprise, however, they resumed their play on the floor, Hilda nuzzling the massive breast that now pillowed her head.
Hannah, being more sober and more skillful, was coming and coming, reveling in her orgasm. The blondes made up for all their clumsiness with sheer enthusiasm and were soon coming as well. It was all to much for Fritz and he struggled out of his trousers, freeing his turgid tallywacker.
About that time, Hannah's toy wound down and so did Hannah. Panting, she blinked to focus her eyes and found herself staring at the young Kringle's proud pecker. She grinned.
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" laughed Fritz. "I just knew that naughty girls should enjoy Christmas! And you seem to have enjoyed it very much! Now are you going to thank Santa?"
"Oh Yes!, Father Christmas!" said Hannah, rolling onto her hands and knees and crawling towards his beckoning cock. "I'm am one grateful naughty girl!"
She gave his pecker a long lick and then smiled, recognizing it from before.
"Hey! I wanna thank Father Chrissmas too!" exclaimed Heidi, staggering to her feet.
"Yeah! Thanks Santa!" said Hilda and then giggled.
"Well of course, girls!" Fritz exclaimed, "You can all thank me!"
Wobbly with alcohol and orgasm, Heidi stumbled towards him and her knockers collided forcefully with Fritz face, bowling him over.
"'suse me, Santa!" she said from on top of him.
"'sal right" said Fritz, not minding at all.
Heidi giggled.
"Can I sit on Santa's lap?" she asked, reaching down to finger his prick.
"Uh, sure," said Fritz.
"Hey I was gonna sit on Santa's lap!" Hannah complained.
"You can sit on Santa's face!" she said, straddling the prone Kringle.
Hannah giggled.
"Okay!" she exclaimed.
The next thing Fritz knew, the big blonde had impaled herself on his prick and a dark thatched pussy was descending on his face.
"Hey!" he exclaimed into Hannah's muff, not at all expecting this, but the smell of her was incredible: a hot, animal scent. Fritz soon warmed to the idea of Hannah grinding it into his face. Combined with the sensation of Heidi pounding her pussy on his cock, Fritz soon lost any objection to the bipolar fucking he was receiving.
"I wanna thank Fa'er Chrismas too!" he heard Hilda exclaim, though the sound was muffled by Hannah's thighs. After a moment, however, he felt a tongue lovingly caressing his balls. The ministrations were occasionally interrupted on Heidi's down stroke, with the Ôfwap' of Heidi's ass hitting Hilda's face. Fritz groaned his appreciation of all three naughty girls' gratitude into Hannah's cunt. Surely all of the nice girls' cookies that his father had received over the centuries were not nearly as sweet as this.
With a groan, Fritz shot his spunk deep inside Heidi, thrashing with the intensity of his orgasm. Hannah toppled over to reveal Heidi's beatific drunken grin. Heidi toppled over in turn, freeing Fritz spent pecker to flop wetly on Hilda's face as she continued to lap at his and Heidi's juices.
"Ho, ho, ho..." said Fritz in exhausted delight.
"Merry Christmas, Santa!" exclaimed the naughty girls.
"Merry Christmas indeed!" he agreed.
He put his gloves back on as the girls watched, curious. Then one by one he touched their noses and they froze in place. It had been an incredible experience, but Fritz still had conventional presents to deliver to all the nice girls and boys. And there were so many naughty girls out there waiting in other towns and villages! He wondered how many chimney's he would have to go down before he was ready for another fucking like the one he had just had.
Fritz smiled at his first three naughty girls there in the frozen firelight, taking a moment to kiss each one. He gave all three a healthy dose of Christmas Cheer. They could keep each other company through the night, and the mayor as well should he wake up. Then he rose up to the roof top and took the team of reindeer up into the night. Fritz' father was right about one thing--it truly was better to give than to receive. It would be a very merry Christmas indeed!
THE END
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