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From: "Pedro Vila" <pedrovilaNOSPAM@mailandnews.com>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2001 15:47:02 PST
Subject: {ASSM} "Santa's Lap" (ped, tease, no sex)
Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2001 21:10:03 -0500
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   WARNING!!!

This work of fiction depicts sexual situations
of a mild nature with a child.

If you are under 18, or are offended by such stories,
or it is illegal to read such where you are,
 Then do not read!

In fact, you shouldn't be reading this stuff anyway!


The author does not condone or encourage any such
behavior as depicted in this story.
_________________________________________________







           "Santa's Lap"
            by Pedro Vila

   "Yes, little Nathan. I'm sure you've been good enough to get a Martian
Marauder for Christmas." Santa said as he eased Nathan off of his lap for
the next child. "Here is a candy cane for you. Merry Christmas. Ho, ho, ho."
   "Well, hello young lady. Aren't you a little old for believing in Santa
Claus?"
   "I'm going to be eleven next month. And I believe in you Santa." Then
girl gave Santa a big hug.
   "Ah, that's sweet. What is your name young lady?"
   "Lolita."
   "Er, Lolita?"
   "Mm, hmm." she nodded, wiggling herself deeper into Santa's comfortable
lap. "Just like in the book. Did you ever read it, Santa?"
   "Um..."
   "I think your the greatest." Lolita batted her eyes at the store Santa
and looked coy.
   "Um, yes." Santa said, clearing his throat. "So, what would you like for
Christmas?"
   "Love."
   "Er, Love? As in peace on earth and goodwill toward men?"
   "Oh yes. Piece for all men." Lolita snuggled herself into Santa's jolly
belly and made like she was going to go to sleep. "And lots of love for you
too Santa. I think you need the most love of all."
   "Um, well that's very sweet of you to say so, but.... But what kind of
present would you like?"
   "Present?" Lolita said, dreamily.
   "Yes, of course. Like a toy." Santa shifted in his seat. He'd been
sitting for most of the day and this child was making him nervous.
   "Oh, yes. I have some very nice toys. And lots of batteries for them. I
go through lots of batteries. Maybe you could get me more. Mostly C cells,
but I have a few that need D cells." Lolita shifted in his lap. Santa could
feel her firm butt cheeks press between his legs. He tried to adjust
himself, but there was no way he could put his hand there without looking
suspicious to the other waiting parents and kids.
   "Oh! I know!" Lolita said suddenly, causing Santa to jump. "I want a big
teddy bear. Bigger than me."
   Santa settled back into his roll with the familiar territory. "Why, I
think I can do that...."
   "A nice warm furry stuffed teddy bear that I can wiggle into in my bed.
And feel his thick fur tickle my soft bare skin just as I go to sleep,
wrapping my arms and legs around him and telling him how much love I need."
   Santa was lost again.
   "You know, Santa." Lolita said, snuggling again. "You feel like a great
big soft teddy bear yourself. I wish I could take you home with me.
Hmmmmm...." Her thin arms went around his thick belly and her hair pushed up
into his face as she did so. It smelled like kids shampoo, grapes and
strawberries. He thought he also felt for a second something vibrate in his
lap, but he wasn't sure.
   "Please hug me back, Santa." Lolita said, pouting. "I don't get enough
hugs at home."
   The Santa felt conflicted about this girl. She was clearly making him
uncomfortable, yet she seemed like she was from a broken home and was
probably confused about her roll in the world. After some internal debate,
he decided to put an arm around her innocently and pat her.
   Then, Lolita suddenly was about to fall and out of panic, Santa grabbed
for her. His hand held her by her upper thigh and she put her hand over his
as he righted her again. Lolita didn't let him remove his hand.
   With bright, bedroom eyes, she said, "Oh, your so strong, Santa." Then
they twinkled. "What's that I feel? Is that a toy for me?"
   Lolita reached down under her self and felt Santa's growing erection. She
grabbed at it with a mischievous smile and squeezed it hard.
   Santa jumped up and suddenly said, "That's all now." He placed Lolita
down in front of him and shoved her towards the exit ropes. "You have a
merry Christmas. Ho, ho, ho."
   Lolita seemed to say, with her eyes, things that a child shouldn't say to
a grown man. Santa turned away quickly to the waiting crowd and became aware
of the sour and shocked looking faces that stared back at him.
   He looked down and say a mighty hard on protruding from his pant leg.
   Voices came from the crowd. "That's just sick." "Imagine that, a grown
man!" "Don't they screen people here?" "Someone should call the police."
"Come on, Sarah. This isn't for us."
   Santa announced a fifteen minute break, and went strait for the employee
break room. It wasn't five minutes before the mall manager came in to have a
word with him. He was followed by a security guard.
   "Is there something you should tell me?" the manager said.
   "I think it was some sort of sick joke." he said back, shaking his head.
   "I would say 'sick' is the right word." The manager showed him a picture.
It was from the camera used to shoot the photo's for the children on Santa's
lap. It showed him as he was standing to get the naughty girl off of him,
only in the shot, it looked like he was holding her bottom as she was
touching his stiff dick. The look on her face was of shock, but his face was
slack with the eyes rolled up, as if he was having an orgasm.
   The Santa tried to explain, but the picture solidified everyone's opinion
about him.
   Santa got ten years for Christmas.

   <END>








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