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story_codes: M/g, F/b, semi-cons, cons, first

story_intro: A former employee in Children's Services now has a lucrative business supplying a "select" clientele with kids from the foster system for adoption - and some naughty fun.

story_language: English





Santa's List, part 1

Written by madvlad


	Santa Claus whistled a happy tune has he drove away from his first delivery of the Christmas season. "Santa" was actually Ralph Petrovic, a thirty-two year-old former employee of the state's Children's Services Department.

	Ralph had begun working for the department right out of college, believing he could do something for his community by helping children in state custody find good foster homes or become reunited with their rehabilitated parents. But after a few years, he had become hopelessly disillusioned with the system that was built on arcane, often conflicted regulations for the sole purpose (it seemed) of providing cover and deniability for the officials at the top any time a child in the system wound up in the hospital - or worse. 

	Also adept with computers, Ralph had circumvented the system a couple of times to place children in good homes with foster parents who wanted to adopt them. He had manipulated the databases to show that the adoptions had cleared the courts, and then removed the children from the department's database so that the biological parents couldn't find them and try to sue for custody every time they wanted to get more money for a dependent from the state. 

	After doing this for free, Ralph realized there was some serious money to be made for a more exclusive clientele and quit his job to do this work. Before he left, he had built "back doors" into the department's database so he could hack into it at any time and find the children his clients were looking for. He had a set of standards he used to select the clients who sent him their wish lists without letting them know what his criteria was. 

	There were no returns. The adults, single or couples, had to commit to raising these kids until they were adults. Also, he would not supply to any people who had intentions of committing any violence.

	
THREE YEARS EARLIER

	Ralph had met his first clients through a network for pedophiles. A child lover himself, he knew he did not have the kind of life that lent itself to having a child full-time, but there were others who did. His first clients were a wealthy husband and wife in their 40's who wanted to adopt a young girl to raise and to have some bedroom fun with. Ralph found a little seven year-old named Alison who fit the bill. The little girl with light brown hair and brown eyes was in a lousy foster home and would be easy to remove from the system.

	It was near Christmas when this came about, so he devised a plan that became is standard operating procedure. Contacting Children's Services, he "volunteered" to play Santa Claus at the department's center where the administrative offices were along with dormitories for young wards of the state who were not currently placed in a home.

	He set up a chair with decorations for the kids to sit on his lap (a very nice fringe benefit to his plan) and tell him what they wanted. He set this area up in front of a doorway to a largely unused storage room that he dubbed Santa's Workshop. During the day, the room was empty except for some old cots. In the evening, he would move his Santa chair and decorations to the room and lock up for the night. This part of the building was made from cinderblock which made the room mostly soundproof. Ralph applied some padding (which he took down at the end of every Christmas) on the back of the door to give it more sound-reducing features.

	After hacking into the system, he sent Alison's foster parents an official-looking letter telling them that they had to turn Alison back over to the department. According to the letter, they would turn her over to a department employee dressed as Santa - something the department was doing to make these transitions easier for the children. The little girl was delivered by her foster parents, a sullen pair who used as little of the funding they received to feed and clothe their foster kids as they could. 

	Ralph had them sign a few bogus forms and sent them on their way. Taking Alison back to his "workshop", he found that the little girl was desperately eager to please any adult who would show the least bit of kindness to her. She was so desperate for affection that practically gobbled the strange piece of flesh Santa produced from his pants when he asked her to suck it.

	When Alison started to gag, Ralph eased her mouth from his prick and told her to just take a little bit and assured her that she was being a good girl. She took as much as she could comfortably fit in her mouth and did her best to do as Santa asked. Her technique was poor - understandable since this was her first blow job - but she tried her best and made a mess of her chin as saliva dripped from her mouth. Having a few inches of cock in the little girl's mouth was plenty for Ralph and soon Alison was rewarded with a load of steaming jism in her mouth. 

	She coughed up most of it and began to cry, fearing she had done something wrong. But Ralph soothed her and told her she had been very good. Calmed down, Alison played with some of the drying semen with her fingers.

	"This feels like the stuff my step daddy put on me at night when he would sometimes come in my bedroom. He would breathe kind of funny and pull on something that looked like yours. Then it squirted stuff on me. But he was scary when he did it. You were nice, Santa."

	"You won't have to worry about him any more, Alison," Ralph said as he ruffled her hair. "There's a new mommy and daddy who want to adopt you and play fun games like this with you. And they want you to have fun with it, too. Would you like that?"

	"Yes! Can you take me to them, Santa? Please?"

	The little girl was literally hopping with excitement.

	"Yes I will. But they want me to teach you how to play some other games first. Here, have some fruit punch and cookies back here while Santa talks to some other children. Just stay quiet like the good little girl you are and I'll teach you these games when I come back."

	When Ralph returned a half hour later, Alison was loopy from the spiked punch he had given her. His new clients had requested that their new daughter already have some sexual experience so that she wouldn't be too frightened when they began with her. For this purpose, the Santa costume was perfect. 

	And Ralph's penis was also the right size. It was a healthy eight inches long, but unusually thin, which meant he could fit it in some tight young spaces if he used enough care. And he had no delusions about trying to shove the entire length into any little kid.

	"Alright, Alison. Are you ready to learn your next game?"

	"Yuuh huh," she slurred.

	Ralph undressed the child and took his time looking at and feeling his first preteen pussy in person. Everything else had been pictures or video. There had been a thirteen year-old prostitute at a truck stop he had enjoyed some oral sex from and had fucked once before he returned to find that she and some other girls had moved on. Her pussy had only had a light covering of soft hair, but Alison's little gem was perfectly clean of anything but baby-soft skin. 

	The small bulge of flesh between the little girl's legs was bisected by a little crease that hid the passage to preteen heaven. He fingered her while she squirmed and giggled; satisfied to feel the telltale membrane that meant he would be her first. After double-checking to make sure the room's door was locked, he had Alison lie on the cot before he climbed on over her. 

	"Alison, the purpose of this game is for me to put my penis inside your vagina. It will be a tight fit, but I know you're smart enough to help me when I do this. When you've opened a present, have you ever had to tear the wrapping paper off?"

	"Uh huh," the slightly drugged seven year-old answered.

	"Well, for me to get inside of your little present, I will need to tear something of yours. It will hurt when I put it in the first time, but then it will feel better, I promise."

	Despite the laced punch she had consumed, the little girl looked apprehensive. 

	"Will it hurt a lot?" she asked.

	"Not too much. And it will only last for a little bit. Are you ready?"

	"Yes," she said in a small voice.

	Ralph took some KY Jelly and began to smear it on his stiff prick. Alison was intrigued by this part of the game and tentatively touched his greased shaft.

	"Do you want to help me?" Ralph inquired.

	Alison nodded and helped him rub his cock with lubricant. He knew he wouldn't get even half of his length in, but by the time Alison was done helping him, his entire length was lubed for action. Ralph spread the fleshy outer lips of Alison's cuntlet and inserted his head into the small crevice. The child grunted as she felt her hairless opening begin to stretch.

	Ralph let the girl get used to the presence of his cock head as he felt it lightly press against her cherry. Once she seemed to relax a little, he placed a hand over her mouth and jerked his hips forward. Alison's hymen tore completely and another inch of his manhood was embedded inside the little girl. 

	Alison's eyes welled with tears as she felt something break between her legs. She tried to cry out but Ralph's hand muffled her sound. Ralph shushed her and told her she would be alright. Once she stopped trying to struggle, he took his hand away and the seven year-old asked him a tearful question.

	"Are you going to keep tearing my present?"

	"No. That part is over. If you're ready, I'll give you a present now."

	Alison nodded her wary assent and Ralph began to slowly push his way further inside the girl's tight channel. Her warm insides were smooth around his greased prick, caressing his shaft as he completed her deflowering. She looked up at this very different Santa with a puzzled expression as she felt this thick presence inside her bump into something else deeper inside. 

	"That's as far as I will go," Ralph told her. "Now get ready for some fun."

	He slowly eased his way out and then pushed himself back into her cunny. He repeated his slow pace, supporting himself with one hand while he played with her clitty with his other one. Alison gasped as her newly discovered sex button began to respond and send twinges of pleasure radiating from her well-stuffed tube. 

	Ralph knew he had won her over when his stroking became easier as the child's tiny cunt began to lubricate itself. She was as fiercely tight as she was on his first plunge, but now her wet hole welcomed his cock as he slid into her again and again. He felt the cum churning in his balls and stopped fucking her to let the pressure ease. Alison started to make small yipping sounds as her clit began to overload her nervous system. Realizing the child was on her way to her first orgasm, Ralph resumed his stroking at a harder and faster rate. 

	"Eeeee!" Alison cried as she came and Ralph was beyond caring whether the noise escaped the wall. He plunged once more to the bottom of her pussy before his cock erupted in a froth of hot gooey sperm that painted Alison's tiny sex organs on the inside. 

	When Ralph pulled out from the seven year-old's slimy hole, a small stream of red-tinged cum followed his prick. Ralph took some paper towels and blotted the mess so that Alison wouldn't be alarmed at the blood from her grand opening. She curled up in a ball on her side, looking sleepy again now that her climax had passed and the drugs were still in effect. He covered her with a blanket and left for more Santa time out front.

	It was an hour before he returned. Alison was still asleep, but he had one more hole to open and an appointment to keep so he rolled the child on her stomach and placed a pillow under her hips to raise her ass to a good fucking position. After more lubrication was applied (without Alison's help, so it was more efficient, if not as much fun), he spread her soft ass cheeks apart and pressed his prick against her asshole.

	The tiny port opened as he pushed his way inside, tightly surrounding his shaft as it passed through it and explored the depth of her delightful rear end. Where he had barely managed three inches in her cunt, he got four inside this passage before he thought he should stop. Grasping her tiny pelvis with both hands, the perverted Santa rocked himself in and out of the little girl's ass.

	The small chute was warm and stretchy around his invading cock. Alison woke to the peculiar sensation of be penetrated in her behind. Reflexively, she tried to clamp her anus shut, but the muscle was being help open by the pistoning shaft of flesh.

	"S-S-Santa?" she managed to get out as her backside was pummeled. "Is this another game?"

	"That's right, Alison. You're such a smart girl."

	"Umm" was all she could manage in reply as he gleefully continued her sodomy. Alison felt her insides stretching open and drawing shut with each thrust. The pressure deep inside of her felt like she had to keep going to the bathroom, but she knew it was Santa's penis that was making her feel with way. Then Santa stopped and grunted loudly. Then she felt the same hot liquid that had been dumped in her mouth and her pussy get deposited in her ass.  

	After cleaning her up and getting her dressed, Ralph gave her some more punch and cookies while he brought his Santa set back into the storage room. Alison was fast asleep when he was done, which made it easy to scoop the little girl into a large sack and carry the load from over his shoulder, just like Santa Claus with a bagful of toys. He waved to the bored staff as he made his way out the door and into his van. After checking that $100,000 had been deposited in an overseas account, he drove off to his appointment.

	An hour later, the front door opened at a very expensive house. The couple at the door eagerly stepped aside as Santa strode inside and gently lowered the sack with their new little treasure to the floor. Although he knew their names, they did not know his. Between the full Santa costume, the contact lenses that changes his eye color, and the "borrowed" license plates on his van, his identity was secure. Besides, what good was a little holiday magic for his clients without a little mystery?

	With a hearty "Ho! Ho! Ho!" Ralph returned to his van and drove off.

	
THE PRESENT

	This year was hi busiest yet. The first request on his list this year had been from a single woman who had requested a little boy between the ages of two and four. She had added that even someone who had been slightly abused would be preferable as he would welcome all of the new affection he was to receive. 

	Ralph understood this line of thought. Along with the sex, he wanted his clients to really love their children. And the idea of rescuing a little waif from a bad home was all the more appealing. 

	Little Jared fit the bill perfectly. The three year-old's silky blonde hair and bright blue eyes practically made him a poster child for anyone looking to cast an angel in a Christmas play. His foster mother had been reported by one of her foster daughters for being particularly nasty with her foster boys. As punishment for any trivial offence, real or imagined, she would strip them naked and pinch them, taking particular delight in twisting their tiny penises. 

	Ralph had read the report online, but was unsurprised that any action had been taken. After all, there were meetings, seminars, coffee breaks, three-hour lunch hours, and bitch sessions that filled the calendars at the agency, leaving precious little time for any real work beyond cycling the kids through the system. Oh, there were a few dedicated workers, but they could not take care of everything. 

	So Ralph sent a letter instructing the woman to drop the boy off at the Santa display. He had her sign the forms he created (and later shredded) and shortly thereafter Jared no longer existed within the Children's Services database.

	The client had not requested any special preparation for the child, which suited Ralph fine since his preference was more into girls. Still, if someone wanted him to train a boy with his cock in the child's mouth or up his cute little ass, it was all pretty much the same at this young age. Ralph could easily see Jared's plump little mouth full of man meat. As he carried the little boy into his toy shop for some cookies and spiked punch, he got an excellent feel for the child's ass and wouldn't have minded plumbing his way between those little cheeks either. 

	It was early evening when Santa left his sack on the living room floor of a luxury condo. The woman, Mary, was in her late twenties, pretty in a refined way, yet very warm and friendly to him. Her face lit up as she untied the sack and retrieved her sleeping son (as of four hours ago).

	"Look at that hair! So gorgeous!" she crooned. "I don't want to wake him. What color are his eyes?"

	"Blue," Santa answered.

	"Oh, what a perfect little angel," she said as she gazed back at the tiny form in her arms.

	The look in her eyes made Ralph suddenly wish he was twenty-nine years younger. 

	"My best friend is also looking forward to, um, getting to know him," she continued as she looked back at Ralph. "But for the next week, it will just be the two of us. I can't thank you enough. And tell your boss that Jared will never want for anything, I promise."

	Ralph nodded and walked out to leave Jared and his new mother alone. As an extra layer of protection, he had worded his communications with his clients this year to make it seem like the man dressed as Santa was simply an assistant. Nobody needed to know this was a one-man operation. 

	Later that night, Jared was lying on his back in Mary's bed, panting heavily with Mary's head busy between his legs. 

	When he had woken up, Santa was gone and he was in a new place with a pretty lady who had a nice smile and told him she'd be his mommy forever. She offered to cook him whatever he wanted for dinner, but he was quite content with a peanut butter sandwich. After dinner, they snuggled together on the sofa watching his favorite cartoons and drinking hot chocolate. She had made sure his was not too hot.

	Then she showed him his bedroom, but said he could sleep with her if he wanted. When they went to her bedroom, she took off all of his clothes. Jared had become afraid because he thought she would pinch him like that mean lady had done lots of times before today. But she just kissed and rubbed his body all over. It felt nice but then he became alarmed when his wee wee got hard and stuck out.

	His new mommy hugged him and told him it was alright - his wee wee did that when it was happy. Then she took off all of her clothes and then picked him up and put him on the bed. He wondered why she was naked too and then realized she wanted him to kiss her and rub her all over like she had done to him. She was very happy when he asked her and she showed him how to make her very happy. She didn't have a wee wee like his - it looked very different and had some hair around it. And it didn't stick out when it was happy but got very wet instead. His new mommy showed him how to rub and kiss her wee wee just right and then she made some strange noises and her wee wee got even wetter. Then she kissed him and thanked him. 

	When she had Jared lie down and then put her head between his legs, he was afraid she might bite his wee wee but she just licked it and sucked it. Now it just didn't feel good, but also kind of achy like something was trying to get out down there. He put his hands on his mommy's head so she wouldn't stop. He didn't understand these new feelings, but knew he wanted them to keep going.

	Mary held Jared's thighs while she feasted on his tiny penis and ball sack, savoring the smooth skin of his inner legs and crotch. She could tell by his squirming that he was approaching a climax. When he pushed down on her head, she knew she had him. She sucked his genitals in her mouth and washed the little prick with her tongue. 

	The little boy began bucking his hips frantically and cried out. He was far too young to produce any discharge, but there was no doubt that he had cum. When his quivering stopped, Mary released him from her mouth and slid up so that her face hovered above his.

	"How do you feel now, little guy?" she asked as she rubbed his smooth chest.

	"My wee wee went 'Bang!' on the inside," the toddler replied, trying to describe what had been his first orgasm. 

	"And did you like it?

	"Uh huh."

	Mary leaned down and kissed him on the mouth. To Jared's surprise, she slipped her tongue inside his mouth and licked his tongue. His new mommy had all sorts of surprises. But he liked them all so far and now he liked licking tongues, too. Then he realized his wee wee was happy they were licking tongues. He wondered if he should tell his mommy that his wee wee was happy again, but then he felt her hand slide between his legs and knew that she had just found out.

	


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