Loli Advent Calendar by Imouto Kitten

Day 14: Mimi sits on Santa's lap.

Mimi was quite nervous as she stood in line to see Santa at the mall. 
Despite wearing the baggiest sweater she could find, it was still 
obvious to all that the bespectacled girl sported breasts far larger 
than any other child standing in line, and even bigger than most of the 
mothers and older sisters who were escorting other children. Coupled 
with the fact she came alone, without Rin or Kuro to insulate her from 
the stares, real or imagined, she was getting from those around her, and 
it was all the shy girl could do not to bolt from the line in an 
embarrassed panic.

Though the line was actually moving at a decent pace, to Mimi's 
self-conscious mind, it was taking an eternity for her turn to come up.

When she did finally reach the head of the line, stepping forward slowly 
to take a seat on Santa's lap, her cheeks turn nearly as red as his suit 
and she nervously wrings her hands, unsure how to relay her Christmas 
wish, especially with it feeling like every child, teen, and adult still 
in line is staring at her and listening in.

As she fidgets in his lap, the mall santa can't help but notice how 
developed she is, their position letting him see down the collar of the 
oversized sweater she's wearing to spot the cleavage girls two or three 
times her age would be envious of, and if he's honest with himself, this 
early bloomer of a gradeschooler is by far the sexiest girl he's ever 
met, even moreso for having gotten so close to him.

But at the same time, he can tell there's something deeply bothering 
this child, the kind of thing that, to a child's mind, would be 
insurmountable except by a Christmas Miracle worked by Santa Claus 
himself.

In his most comforting and reassuring tone, he asks, "So, what is it 
that you want for Christmas, young lady?"

"Um... well," Starts Mimi, tripping over her words, "you see... it's 
kind of embarrassing..."

Leaning down, he replies, "I'm sure it's not that bad, but if it helps, 
you can whisper it to Ol' Saint Nick." Before turning his ear towards 
her face.

Gathering her courage, knowing that the awkwardness she's endured so far 
today would have been for nothing if she backs down now, she cups a hand 
in front of his ear as she whispers, barely audible, "I...I wish I 
had...I wish I had smaller breasts."

Pulling back in surprise at her admission, finding her face to have gone 
red enough to make his suit look pale, he's torn between disbelief that 
any girl could be unhappy about having a chest most women would kill 
for, wanting to reassure the clearly insecure girl without setting her 
up for disappointment, and inappropriate thoughts about showing her just 
how wonderful her bountiful bust is.

Not sure he's making the right decision, he replies, "That's quite the 
request you have for me, little lady, and I'm afraid it might be beyond 
even my considerable power to grant." Seeing her embarrassment give way 
to a crestfallen expression, he leans down to whisper in her ear, "But I 
tell you what, I'm scheduled to head back to the North Pole at 
six-o-clock this evening, if you meet me then, maybe there's something I 
can do to help you."

Clinging to even the slightest bit of hope, she replies, also in a 
whisper, "I'll be here."

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After spending the rest of the afternoon hiding in a bookstore and 
hoping no one would notice her, Mimi makes her way back to Santa's 
Village just in time to see the mall Santa locking the gates of the 
seasonal attraction.

Upon seeing her, he gives her a smile before greeting, "Glad to see you 
returned, little lady, now follow me and I'll see what I can do to help 
you out."

Nodding her head, she follows him to the mall's parking garage where he 
leads her to a non-descript car.

"I didn't know Santa had a car." comments Mimi as he unlocks the door.

"I keep the sleigh for my Christmas Eve flight, but it's often more 
convenient to use modern transport at other times," He explains as he 
sits in the driver's seat and slides it back, "especially since my 
reindeer don't like the bustle of modern cities much."

At his gesture, she steps into the car, there being just enough room at 
his feet for her to stand comfortably after the door is closed.

Reaching for the hem of the baggy sweater, he declares jovially, "Now, 
let's see what you're hiding under this unflattering sweater."

Mimi's gut reaction is to try and stop him from removing the sweater, 
but she resists the urge, pushing down her nerves since its Santa asking 
her to let him do this.

Under the sweater, she's wearing a red dress that's far more form 
fitting, the kind of semi-formal dress many of the other girls standing 
in line had been wearing, but with a lower neckline to show off the over 
endowed girl's cleavage. Still self conscious, she tries to cover her 
breasts, only to inadvertantly push them up, only further emphasizing 
them.

"Ho ho ho, you're quite a lovely little lady!" comments the mall santa 
as his eyes roam over Mimi's curvy form, "I bet you give the boys at 
school whiplash with how hard you turn heads! and I've seldom seen such 
a beautiful bosom!"

Blushing under the compliment, she replies, "I-I'm nothing special... 
and my breasts are always getting in the way."

Patting his lap and parting his thighs, Santa replies, "Why don't you 
come sit down and I'll show you how wonderful having such a beautiful 
pair of breasts can be."

As she nestles between his thighs, he brings his hands up to gently cup 
her breasts, the girl suppressing the urge to scream thanks only to her 
absolute trust in Santa. However, as he starts to gently massage her 
ample bust, she quickly relaxes into his embrace, soon moaning softly 
under his ministrations.

"Th-this feels nice." comments Mimi, still shy, but starting to realize 
maybe there's a silver lining to being such an early bloomer.

"And we're just getting started," replies Santa before reaching for the 
straps of her dress and sliding them off her shoulders to expose her 
bra, his touch only growing more pleasant with there being one layer 
less of fabric between them.

As he continues to gently knead her flesh through her bra, she relaxes 
more into his embrace and something starts to stir in his pants as he 
asks, "Do you ever massage your breasts like this?"

"Ne-never, comes the whispered reply, "Though, if playing with them 
feels this nice, maybe I should..." only for her to trail off as she 
feels something poking her rear. Reflexively rubbing up against the 
protrusion, she asks, "Santa, what's that poking my bottom?"

"Ah, that's Santa's special candy cane!" he replies, it gets stiff 
whenever I play with a pretty girl such as yourself."

Blushing profusely, Mimi replies, "Do-do you really think I'm pretty? I 
thought you were just being polite."

"My candy cane doesn't get hard for just any girl," he replies, "you 
were by far the prettiest to visit me today."

"Th-thank you..." replies Mimi, unaccustomed to such praise.

"Would you like to see my candy cane?" he asks.

"Su-sure." she replies, and as she kneels in the floor board, he undoes 
his belt and frees his erection. As she gets her first good look at a 
penis, she can't help thinking it doesn't resemble a candy cane at all, 
but decides not to question him as she stares at the male organ.

"Feel free to touch it if you like." he invites.

Timidly, she reaches a hand out and gingerly wraps it around his shaft, 
surprised by how warm it feels as she experimentally gives it a stroke 
or two. When a moan escapes his throat, she freezes in place, worriedly 
asking, "Di-did that hurt?"

"Not at all," he replies, "In fact, it feels rather nice." Encouraged by 
his words, she resumes stroking him, hoping he enjoys what she's doing 
at least as much as she enjoyed having Santa massage her breasts. After 
a minute or so, he comments, "You know what would feel even better than 
you stroking my candy cane and might feel good for you as well?"

"What's that?" she asks the shy girl feeling more confident.

"Why don't you try wrapping your breasts around my candy cane?" he 
suggests.

Her blush returns at the idea, but she can't help but like the thought, 
so she reaches behind herself to undo her bra and slides her arms out of 
the straps of both her dress and bra before leaning forward, nestling 
the mall Santa's cock between her breasts and pressing them together.

As she slides her pillowy mammaries up and down his shaft, Mimi can't 
help but knead her supple flesh, and while not as good as when he 
massaged them, she does find playing with her own chest to be rather 
nice as she asks, "Does this feel good?"

"You're doing great!" is his reply as he runs his fingers through her 
hair, "Such a good girl, I'll need to leave something extra special in 
your stocking on Christmas Eve!" his praise only encouraging her to 
increase the pace of the tit job she's giving him.

"Keep that up and I'm going to shoot my Christmas pudding all over your 
pretty face!" exclaims the man, feeling his climax approaching.

"Huh?" comments Mimi, halting her ministrations, "Christmas pudding?"

"See the hole in the tip of my candy cane?" He asks, pointing to his 
cock head, "When a pretty girl makes my candy cane feel good enough, 
Christmas pudding comes shooting out, and your breasts are making my 
candy cane feel really good. You can either keep doing what you've been 
doing and I'll cover your pretty face, or you can kiss my tip and drink 
my pudding when it comes out."

Resuming her tit job and not wanting to make a mess, Mimi lowers her 
open mouth to the cock head poking up through her cleavage, and as soon 
as her soft lips wrap around his sensitive head, he erupts, quickly 
flooding her mouth with the promised pudding, the girl instinctively 
swallowing the thick, creamy seed.

Once he's done cumming, Mimi licks the last bits of pudding from his tip 
before commenting, "It's an odd flavor and Kind of salty, but I think I 
like Santa's Christmas pudding."

But not long after she says that, she starts to squirm, prompting him to 
ask, "Is everything okay, little lady?"

Blushing, but trusting him, "It's a bit embarrassing, but I feel all 
tingly all of a sudden... down there."

"Down there?" he asks, "Are your panties perhaps a bit damp when you 
know you haven't peed?" When she nods shyly, he continues, "Sounds like 
our play has caused your secret stocking to overflow. Stand up and bend 
over the steering wheel, and I can take care of that for you."

Having no idea what's happening to her body, but trusting him 
absolutely, Mimi stands up, and gripping the steering wheel for support, 
sticks out her butt towards the mall Santa.

Flipping up her skirt, he finds snow white panties and that she's 
wearing stockings, not pantyhose, but more importantly, that the gusset 
is clinging to her every nook and cranny, completely soaked in girl 
juice.

He starts by massaging her butt through the soft cotton of her undies, 
the girl finding this as pleasant as when he played with her breasts.

"Your bottom is as nice as your chest." he compliments, smiling as the 
girl moans under his touch.

When he runs a finger along her slit, she lets out a gasp, and though 
he's sure it's one of pleasure, he asks with a tone of concern, "Are you 
okay?"

"Ye-yes, you just surprised me." comes the response, somewhat muffled as 
she tries to bury her face against the dash. "That felt really good, 
pl-please continue."

Needing no further encouragement, he pulls down her panties to knead her 
bare bottom for a bit before aiming an index finger for her most 
precious place, and with one smooth motion, burying the digit to the 
third knuckle in her virgin passage.

This draws another gasp from her, but he pays it little mind as he 
starts to finger fuck the well-endowed child, soon reducing her to a 
moaning mess, her legs trembling, her hands in a white knuckled grip 
around the steering wheel.

Deciding her passage can easily handle it, he adds his middle finger as 
he starts to prod, tickle, and rub her g-spot, driving the bespectacled 
girl crazy, never letting her grow accustomed to a pattern of 
stimulation, and when he flicks his thumb across her clit, her whole 
body starts to shake, her juices gushing out in far greater volume than 
before, the man smiling at the thought that he just gave this girl her 
very first orgasm.

As she comes down from her climax, Mimi pants out, "Wo-wow, th-that was 
incredible!"

"And that was just my fingers." he comments, "Would you like to try 
having my candy cane stuffed up your stocking?"

Glancing over her shoulder at his erect cock and putting two and two 
together, she asks, "Wi-will that even fit?"

"It might hurt a bit at first, but it should fit no problem, and after 
you've had a bit to adjust, it should feel even better than my fingers."

Not sure her body can handle anymore pleasure than she's already 
experienced, yet unable to resist, she replies, "I...I think I want to 
give it a try."

Withdrawing his fingers, he brings the tip of his cock to her opening, 
nestling his cock head just inside her before gripping her hips and 
instructing, "Now, slowly sit down." Guiding her onto his lap as she 
shifts her weight. She feels a twinge of pain as his cock pushes through 
her hymen, but it is overshadowed by the heat and fullness she feels as 
his cock stretches her virgin passage for the first time.

Wriggling a bit in his lap, she comments, "This feels nice." and taking 
that as a sign to continue, he loops an arm under each of her knees, 
leaving her panties hanging from one ankle as he starts pistoning the 
girl upon his shaft.

As she starts moaning as she's fucked properly for the first time, he 
reaches up to massage her breasts some more, the experience all the 
better for Mimi now that her boobs are completely bare beneath his 
hands, and just when she thinks things can't get any better, he takes 
her hardened nipples between thumb and forefinger, rolling those fleshy 
pebbles as he drives up into her hot pussy.

It isn't long before he announces, "Ah, going to shoot my pudding in 
your tummy!" the girl too lost in pleasure to really process his words 
before he drops a hand from her nipple to her clit, Mimi careening over 
the edge into another orgasm, her cunny clenching up around him and 
making him flood her young womb.

The two lie there in afterglow for several minutes before Mimi turns 
around in his lap, commenting, "That was incredible!" before giving him 
a kiss.

When she pulls away, he declares, "Glad you liked it." before leaning 
down to give each of her nipples a quick kiss and asking, "Do you feel 
better about your big, beautiful breasts?"

Nodding, she replies with a blush, "I guess they aren't so bad."

"Would you like me to drive you home?" and with another nod from the 
girl, he helps put her clothes straight before she climbs into the 
passenger seat and he starts the engine.