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|    Story: NAUGHTY OR NICE (1/2)    |
|    24 Jun 06 14:14:18    |
      From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com              Story: NAUGHTY OR NICE              (Mg, ped)              by Uncle Sky              Little Lisa was crouched behind the sofa in her living room. She was       waiting for Santa to come so she could explain about her being naughty.       She was eight years old and most of her friends told her there was no       Santa but her daddy told her there was. He even read her a story about a       little girl named Virginia. Lisa didn't understand the story but it said       there is a Santa and her daddy said so too and that was enough for her.              Lisa knew she had been a naughty girl and was afraid Santa wouldn't       leave her any gifts if he saw her name on the naughty list. She had to       explain what had happened. But would he even stop at her house? She was       the only child in the house so maybe he would just skip the house since       she had been so naughty. She peeked out around the sofa but there was       nobody there yet. She scrunched down so she wouldn't be seen and waited.       She dozed off after a while because it was getting so late.              Suddenly there was a noise. Lisa looked around the sofa and there he       was. Santa was standing by the tree looking at a list in his hand and       shaking his head. This was it. This would be her only chance. If only he       would listen to her and not disappear when she came out of her hiding       place. She had to take the chance.              Lisa moved slowly around the end of the sofa and walked over to where       Santa was standing. She reached up and tugged at the hem of his red       coat. He jumped when he felt the tug and turned to see who it was.              "My, my little girl. What are you doing up at this hour? Don't you know       you're supposed to be in bed before I get here? I might not leave any       presents if you're awake when I come."              "I know Santa and I'm very sorry for breaking the rules but I really,       really needed to talk to you. I know my name is on your naughty list and       I'm afraid you won't leave me the dolly I asked for unless I can explain       what happened."              "Well, it's very unusual but since we're both here now I may as well       listen. But first tell me your name so I can check my list."              "My name is Lisa McGrew, Santa."              Lisa looked down at the floor as Santa scanned the list he had in his       hand. She just knew she was in big trouble but she wanted that dolly so       much she just had to try.              "Oh dear. You're right Lisa. You name is on the naughty list. And there       are several marks next to your name too. You must have been very naughty       indeed. But I'll let you explain what happened and maybe we can find a       way to forgive you. Now you go ahead and tell me what happened."              "Okay Santa. I was really a good little girl almost all year until just       before school let out for the holidays. That's when I did some naughty       things. I was at school and it was recess. I was out in the yard with       little Johnny playing catch. He said he really liked me and wanted to       play with me so I said okay. After we played for a while I noticed he       had a big lump in his pants right in front. I asked him what it was and       he said it was a secret but it was hurting him. I asked him to tell me       the secret but he said he couldn't. Then he acted like it really hurt so       I reached over and rubbed it through his pants like this."              Lisa reached over and rubbed the front of Santa's red pants right in       front and sure enough there was a bump there too.              "Uh, what happened then Lisa?"              "Well Johnny said it still hurt and it would feel a lot better if I       reached inside his pants and rubbed the lump some more. I thought that       sounded okay and I reached over and unzipped his pants and put my hand       inside just like this."              Lisa reached over and unzipped the bright red pants Santa was wearing       and reached inside. She felt around and found a big lump even bigger       than Johnny's was.              "OH dear. That was naughty of you. What happened next?"              "I could feel a hard thing in his pants and I put my hand around it and       started to rub it. Johnny said I should pull is out so I could see what       I was doing and make him feel better, so I did just like this."              Her little hand pulled and wiggled and finally came out of Santa's pants       holding his very hard cock. She looked at it with big round eyes as she       began to move her hand.              "Oooo Santa what a big one you have. It's much bigger than Johnny's was.       Does that mean it hurts more?"              "Yes it does Lisa. Sometimes it hurts a lot. But you go on and tell me       what else you did that was naughty."              "Well, Johnny told me it was starting to feel better but it would really       feel good if I rubbed my hand up and down like this."              Lisa slid her hand slowly up and down on the shaft of Santa's cock. She       moved it all the way from the bottom up to the tip and even rubbed over       the little hole there. Santa groaned and pushed his hips forward to get       more action.              "Oh yes I can see where that would go on the naughty list. But there are       still more marks next to your name. What else did you do?"              "That's when Johnny asked me if my daddy ever kissed my boo boo's when I       got hurt to make them better. I told him yes of course he did. That's       what daddy's do for little girls with boo boo's. Then he said that if I       kissed the thing I was rubbing it would make it better just like when my       daddy kissed my boo boo's. So I did, just like this."              Lisa stopped stroking and leaned over so she could place a soft kiss       right on the tip of Santa's cock. That got another groan from the old elf.              "Is that all you did Lisa? It looks to me like there must have been       more. Tell the truth now."              "That's when I tasted the drop from the end of his thing Santa. And I       got real warm all over and I really liked the taste of that little drop.       So I asked him if there was more of the stuff I tasted and he said yes       but I'd have to suck on it or it wouldn't come out. So I put the thing       in my mouth and sucked on it like a straw, just like this."              And before Santa could stop her, if he had meant to, she slipped his       cock into her mouth and began to suck. Santa placed a hand on the back       of her head and pushed her down a little. She slid down and then back up       and then back down. She liked it and so did Santa so she kept bobbing up       and down.              "That certainly is very naughty Lisa. Did you keep doing that until you       got more of the good tasting stuff?"              Lisa couldn't speak with her mouth full. Mommy said that wasn't polite,       so she just nodded her head and kept on sucking and bobbing up and down.       It wasn't long before Santa gave her a good dose of the good tasting       stuff she liked. He filled her mouth with his cum and she swallowed       every drop. When he stopped she let his cock slip out of her mouth and       licked her lips clean.              "Mmmm. That was very good tasting Santa. Even better than the little bit       I got out of Johnny. Do you feel better now?"              "Yes Lisa I feel a lot better now. Is that all that you did with Johnny?"                     [continued in next message]              --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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