Santa Clause was sailing through the night sky in his red sleigh. He had a tight grip on the green reins of his nine deer, who all did their share in pulling him along. Large, red gift sacks laid behind him, empty and flat on the floor. Finally, he was finished with delivering all of the children their presents. That is, all of the kids who were on his good list. Now, it was time for the second half of his job: giving out coal to the naughty ones.

A red clipboard was on his lap. On it was a paper that read, "NAUGHTY" in black letters on top, and list of names beneath it. "Hmm... Nina and Ariel," he read aloud. "It's not often that I get more than one naughty child in the same house."

He looked down to see a particular neighborhood that he had already covered during his "gift shift". Snow covered the rooftops, almost making them blend in with the ground. When he found the house, he signaled his reindeer to dive toward it.

Upon landing on the roof, Santa hoisted his dark gray bag of coal over his back and left the sleigh. The bag was light when compared to any of his gift sacks. Unfortunately, this house did not have a chimney. The man jumped off the house and knelt at the front door. Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a big ring of keys. Dozens of keys were made by his elves just for the occasion.

Setting the bag on the floor, he stuck a bronze key into the door and silently opened it. Then he lifted the bag, entered the house, and gently shut the door. The lights of the holiday-themed tree and the streetlights that peeked through the white curtains led Santa through the dark living room without tripping over the furniture. As he passed the black love seat, Santa stumbled over an untied, white sneaker and fell down. His bag fell out of his hand, spilling several coals near the couch that was in front of the love seat.

Santa sighed and got on his knees. He picked up three lumps of coal. The last one would have rolled under the couch if it weren't too big. He leaned forward and reached for it.

Suddenly, the ceiling light turned on.

Squinting his eyes in the sudden illumination, Santa looked at the bottom of the stairs behind him to see Ariel's hand on the switch and Nina groggily standing behind her. Ariel was wearing turquoise pajamas. Her shirt was buttoned up. Nina wore a gray two-piece thermal suit.

"Santa?" Nina asked, rubbing her eyes.

The red-suited man stood. "Ho, ho, ho," he greeted. "Merry Christmas, Nina, Ariel."

"How do you know our names?" Ariel asked. "Are you really Santa Clause?"

"Yup. I am." He walked up to them and crouched so he and Nina were eye-to-eye. "Would you like to feel my beard?"

The 6-year-old traced a white curl with her index finger. It felt soft as a cloud. She then gripped a handful of facial hair and gently tugged it. Letting it go, she looked at her sister. "It's real."

Ariel carefully pulled on the edge of the beard. "It really is real." She let go and looked at the tree, noticing the six presents beneath it. "You brought those?"

Santa turned and glanced at the wrapped boxes. "Err, yes, that's right. I am Santa Clause, you know."

"Wow!" Nina exclaimed. "Let's open them, Ariel!" The child attempted to run past Santa, but the fat man palmed her chest, stopping her.

"Sorry, young ladies, but you cannot open them until Christmas morning." He pulled back his left sleeve, revealing a watch. The watch had a black face with white dots resembling snow. A green-clad elf was standing there with his left hand between 11 and 12, and his right hand near 6. "It is only 11:32. You still have to wait."

"Besides..." he left the girls and walked over to his coal sack, which was propped against the couch. The girls followed. "Here's something else." He handed each girl a lump of coal. The coals were roughly the same size, the size of walnuts. "Goodbye." He headed for the door, carrying the bag over his shoulder.

"Wait," Ariel said. Santa turned around. "What's the coal for?"

"Well, Ariel, you and your sister have been naughty this year. I always give naughty kids coal for Christmas."

"What did we do?"

Santa put the bag down. "You both... did something to a Kenan last summer."

"Did what?" Ariel smiled in mock innocence.

"I can't say it, but it was a very naughty thing."

"We're not so naughty. We can be really nice girls. Right, Nina?"

"Yeah. We're good girls."

"I'm happy to hear that. But there's always next year." He edged closer to the door.

Ariel rushed in front of him and blocked the door. "We'll be good girls now." He held onto Santa's right hand with both of hers. "You can watch." She pulled him to the center of the living room, followed by Nina.

The girls sat Indian-style next to each other, prompting Santa to set his bag down between himself and Ariel.

Nina noticed the sneaker that was behind their guest. She scooted over and picked it up. "I'll put that upstairs." Cautiously, she walked up the stairs, carefully not to wake their father. She returned to her spot with the same speed. "I put my sneaker back in my room."

"That's nice of you."

"My turn," Ariel said. She scanned the room from ceiling to floor. Looking behind her, she found a ball of coal between the TV and couch. Flipping herself onto her hands and knees, she retrieved it and handed it to Santa. "Did you drop that?"

"Why, yes, I did. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Are we good girls now?"

"You two are up to a good start, but you still must wait until next year."

"Wait! We can share stuff, too."

"Yeah," Nina said. "We share everything." She and her sister exchanged glances and looked at the man sitting in front of them.

"That's very nice, but I have to leave now."

Ariel's right hand suddenly shot forward. Her fingers went into the waistband of Santa's pants and underwear.

"W-what are you doing?" Santa stammered.

"I know what me and my sister can share," the 10-year-old grinned. Both of her hands began to tug the pants and underwear downwards.

Wanting to help her sister, Nina crawled over and gripped the sides of the fat man's trousers. Together, the girls managed to bring his clothes down to his ankles.

Beneath the hairy rolls of his stomach, Santa's dick stood surrounded by white hair. His limp, purple-headed cock was fairly small, given his plump build.

Nina easily wrapped her 6-year-old hand around it. She leaned it to one side, then the other. The girl then bent over and let it into her open mouth.

"Ahh!" Santa flinched.

The girl's head bobbed up and down, with an occasional lick. Although Santa Clause was obviously strong enough to push her off, he found himself powerless to stop her. Saint Nick would never admit it, but it felt good. His dick grew in Nina's mouth, now able to hit the roof. She stopped when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Can I please have it now, Nina?" Ariel asked.

"Yeah." She pulled off and scooted to the side.

Ariel was thrilled to see that he was hard, though it was only about four inches. She slid in front of Santa and ducked her head so she could put it in her mouth. Her head moved downward until her lips touched the base. It then rose to the point where her teeth would encircle his head. She repeated this faster and faster.

After a while, Nina got on her belly while facing Santa's lap. Her tongue went to Santa's sack and gave it a lick. Ariel began to suck a little higher, giving her younger sister more room. Nina moved closer so her face was inches from his balls. Gently, she sealed her lips on his right ball and sucked it. She would roll it around with her lips, bathing it with her tongue.

"Ahh! Sss! Err!"

Ariel pulled the cock out of her mouth and masturbated it. "Ooh, I think he's gonna cum on us!" she said. "Let's share his cum, Nina!" She pointed his cock at her sister.

"Oh! Oh!"

A small shot of cum went between Nina's eyes. Ariel pulled it back to her and let the next spurt go into her mouth. Jerking it off, she aimed it at her sister again. Nina opened her mouth and licked the next load out. Ariel put her mouth over it and swallowed the rest of Santa's cream.

"Mmm!" Ariel hummed. "Your cum tastes good."

"It tastes just like daddy's!"

As fast as he could, Santa scooted backwards until he bumped into the arm of the love seat. 'What have I done?' he thought to himself.

"Can we open our presents now?" Nina pouted.

Santa nodded, not wanting to know what else they would do if he refused.

Both girls rushed to the tree and read the names on the presents. Before opening them, they gathered their respective gifts by their sides, exchanging the wrongfully-picked ones. Santa took this time to leave to house.

The roof was too high for him to jump and climb back up. Also made for the occasion, he had a magic ladder. He pulled a small 4-inch long green ladder out of his pocket. Holding both ends horizontally, he stretched it by one foot. His hands went to the two closest steps and pulled them apart.

When the ladder was almost teen feet long, Santa Clause propped it against the house. He climbed up to the roof and pulled the ladder with him. After storing it back in his pocket, he climbed into his sleigh.

"Yah!" he said, jiggling the reins.

The reindeer galloped across the roof and remained in the air after leaving the edge. Their hooves gracefully swished through the sky. Gradually, they all flew almost high enough to touch the clouds.

With shaky hands, Santa held the ropes close to his chest. He was still in shock at what just happened. Images of Ariel and Nina drinking his seed played in his head over and over again. 'What is wrong with me?' he asked himself. 'I just molested two little girls! The oldest was only ten!' His other state of mind replied, 'No, they molested me. I'm the rape victim of two children. Wait... what?'

The thoughts continued to haunt him as he journeyed to the next few houses. Most had chimneys, which cheered him up a little. The rounds went smoothly; no awaking of the families, no traps, and some sleeping children even left him milk and cookies. Eventually, the situation between him, Nina, and Ariel left his mind.

The reindeer were just leaving a chimneyed house when Santa picked up his clipboard. 'Who's next?' He read the list and scratched off the name Joseph with a red pen. 'Cindy.'

Because this location was so much farther, the reindeer flew higher into the air. It took dozens of minutes, but they reached the freshly-snowed roof of Cindy's house. It was snowing hard in that neighborhood. There was no chimney there, either. Santa dropped down to the front yard. He stuck a bronze key into the gold knob of the white door and walked in.

The big tree was in the left-center of the living room. Red and yellow lights blinked on and off, illuminating the area around it. A thin, maroon blanket was covering something that laid on the sofa that faced the tree.

Always made Santa proud to see such a beautiful Christmas tree. He headed for it. In order to get into the living room, one had to walk down a step. Too impressed by the decorations, Santa took a big step forward, stumbling onto the lower floor.

Just then, the blanket began to move. The head of a little girl popped out and looked at him. Realizing who he was, she pushed the blanket off and sat up. She was wearing a long, white T-shirt.

"Santa Clause!" Cindy exclaimed excitedly.

"Ho-ho-ho!" Santa said. "Merry Christmas, Cindy."

"I knew you were real!" She got up and ran into him for a hug. Her head was level with his round stomach. Santa wrapped his arms around her. She broke the hug and jumped up and down. "Are you here for my presents?"

"I'm afraid not, Cindy. You've been a naughty little girl this year. I have to give you something else."

"What?"

Santa put his hand into the bag and gave her the coal he picked out. "That's a lump of coal. You were on my naughty list this year."

"Does that mean I won't get any presents?" Cindy squeaked. Her eyes became watery.

"Sorry, but no."

"Please?"

"If you're a good girl next year, I promise to give you some presents."

"I'll do anything you want, Santa. Daddy says I suck dick real good. If I suck you, could you go home and give me presents today?"

Santa blinked. "Excuse me?"

Cindy stretched the waistband of Santa's trousers until his dick popped out. His sack was still inside. Kneeling was unnecessary, as Cindy was short enough to reach him while standing. She stepped forward and wrapped her lips around it.

"C-Cindy! You really shouldn't do this."

The girl pulled back. "I want to show how much I love you, Santa." She went back down on him.

*Gasp*

Using both hands, Cindy held the base of Santa's dick. Her cheeks inflated and deflated with every heave and ho of her head. She could only take three-fourths of him before his head hit the roof of her mouth. Santa moaned as he continuously entered and exited the hot cavern.

Soon, Cindy's left hand went to his balls, which were still inside his pants. She felt them through the clothes and fondled them. The sack could fit perfectly in her hand. Her fingers repeatedly squeezed them, careful not to hurt him.

Santa Clause flinched. A load of semen was fired from his dick and into the 5-year-old's mouth. Her head immediately jerked back until he was out. Because he was now pointing downward, the next two spurts hit her chest. Holding onto him with her right hand, she got two more loads of cum right in the face, on the cheeks and her chin. Placing her lips back on his cock, she licked the head.

Santa let out a deep sigh when Cindy's lips slid off his limping dick. He tucked it back into his pants.

Cindy gulped everything down and smiled up at him. "Thank you, Santa. See you next year."

'I did it again!" Santa scolded himself. The reindeer took off and were sailing over New Jersey. 'These girls are too mature! I bet the Easter bunny doesn't have these problems!'

The next houses were quiet. Santa would go in, place the coal under the tree, and leave. It was the way he wanted it to be. He went through two-thirds of the naughty list with no problems.

'Next stop, Cassandra's house.' He directed his reindeer to their left and made them head for an apartment building. The tall, brick building had a white stairway door on the gray ceiling. 'Oh great, the projects.' After landing, he grabbed his bag and went down the dark gray stairs.

Five stories later, Santa Clause ended up on the sixth floor. The ceiling lights flickered on and off. He was near apartments 6A and 6B. Walking to his right, he stopped at door 6E and went inside.

The white-walled hall that led from the green door to the living room was fairly long. A silver entertainment system, which held a black TV and stereo, was at the end of the hallway. Black love seats sat against either wall, facing each other. A small Christmas tree was in a far corner, near the windows. Beside it was a black armchair.

Because the tree had no lights, Santa almost missed it. The streetlights that shone through the black blinds helped him locate it. The red-suited man headed for the tree. There were no presents underneath it. He dug into the bag and placed the coal that he gathered under the tree.

Santa spun around just in time to see stars fly before his eyes. A sharp pain went through his head and he fell on his back with his knees up. When the colored spots cleared and he regained his vision in the newly-lit room, his eyes focused on the hostile brown eyes of Cassandra. The girl was wearing a long-sleeve white shirt with black sweatpants and black slippers. Both hands were holding a wooden bat as if ready to strike again.

"Who the hell are you?" The child demanded.

"Why, I'm Santa Clause," he replied, trying to form his trademark jolly grin.

"Ain't no such thing as Santa Clause! You're either one of those guys from the mall, or a thief!" She stepped closer.

"N-no, I most certainly am not."

"Prove it." She stood the wide end of the bat on the white floor. "What do I want for Christmas?"

Reaching behind his back, Santa pulled out a list and a pair of glasses. "It says here that you wish for a lot of dolls, a vibrating... ahem, D-I-L-D-O, and a golden thong.

Cassandra's steely gaze slowly lost its touch. "How did you know? I never told anyone."

Santa chuckled and stood. "I told you, I'm Santa Clause. I know all about the children who celebrate Christmas. I know who's naughty and who's nice. You, Cassandra, are a very naughty little girl."

"Yeah? What's your point?"

"My point is, all I have for you this year is a big lump of coal."

"Coal?"

"Yes. That's what everyone on my naughty list deserves. Maybe next year, you can be a good little girl and ask me for something more appropriate." He stood and grasped his bag. "Bye, now." He waved and started to walk past her.

Like a miniature Babe Ruth, Cassandra swung the bat at Santa's left leg.

"Ahh!" he wailed as the bat connected with his kneecap. Dropping his bag, he bent his leg and palmed the injury with both hands. The weapon hit him again, this time in the right kneecap. "Ow!" He lost his balance and fell on his back.

Cassandra dropped the stick. Before Santa could get up, he felt fingers digging into the waistline of his pants. The red trousers sunk to his knees before Cassandra did the same with his underwear and pulled them both to his ankles. Kicking her slippers off, she pushed her sweatpants down, exposing her panty-less lower body. She then pulled her shirt over her head and threw it aside.

The 10-year-old girl straddled Santa Clause's lap with her knees on either side of his thighs. Roughly, she squeezed Santa's hard dick with her left hand and guided it to her small cunt. It went in easily.

"Little-dicked, fat bastard," she murmured.

Santa was shocked at her language. "Young lady, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like I doing?" Cassandra began to ride him. She would lift herself with her knees, then literally drop herself on his pelvis. Her ass loudly slapped against his pelvis. Santa moaned as he laid helplessly on the floor.

"Fuck me, you fat bastard! I could barely feel your fuckin' dick!"

"Cassandra, stop it!" Santa exclaimed, trying to sound strict. "I won't give you anything ever again if you don't stop this minute!"

Ignoring the statement, Cassandra bounced on Santa's lap like a wild child. She was disappointed that some of the boys in her class were bigger than him. Still, at least he could cum.

Santa was all out of ideas. He couldn't get away. If he tried, she would beat him to a pulp with the bat. Not to mention, in the back of his mind, he was beginning to like this forbidden activity.

"I'll stop when you shoot all that eggnog in my pussy!"

Tightly holding onto his cock, Cassandra rotated on his lap. With every full circle, she would slam her ass onto him, then lift up and make another circle. Her hands were on his shoulders, pinching them with her long nails. They made him wince, along with the cock-pulling.

Suddenly, a spurt of cum raced upward into Cassandra's pussy.

"Uhh..." the man and girl moaned together.

Cassandra arched her back when the next load went inside of her. Santa gasped and lifted his torso a bit. She pushed him back down and held onto his chest. He grit his teeth upon squirting inside of her again. Her hands slid down to her sides and she continued to ride him.

When Santa Clause was empty enough for her, Cassandra finally palmed his chest and rolled off him. He gasped when his cum-soaked dick popped out of her. Giving him no time to rest, she grabbed his right wrist with both hands and pulled. The man pushed himself up and she got behind him.

Holding her right wrist and thrusting sideways, Cassandra bumped into his back, causing him to stumble forward a little. Like a football player, she tackled him again, nearly making him trip on his still-lowered pants and briefs. He got the hint and speed-walked to the door, nearly fall over several times.

"Now get out, and don't come back without my fuckin' presents!" Cassandra said as he took the first step out of the apartment. She closed the door behind him.

Quickly, Santa pulled his briefs and pants up. Taking a final look back, he rushed upstairs and back to the roof. Thankfully, the nine reindeer were wide awake. He climbed into the sleigh and they were off.

As they flew, Santa realized that he left the bag of coal in Cassandra's apartment. Not wanting to encounter the 10-year-old again, he decided to leave it there.

From then on, Santa never made a naughty list again. Instead, he gave everyone their presents, no matter what they asked for.