Miracle On Route 34: Part 3

Being naughty can be a very good thing, if he needs help getting jolly.

Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 3 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

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"Just when I thought it couldn't get better;"
Ginny sighed, lost in bliss. "You certainly know what a woman wants."

"I aim to please." Santa said cheerfully, putting
one arm around her waist and holding her close while he guided the sleigh.
"Think we might've sated you for a while?"

"Hmm, maybe for a bit, right?" she purred,
stretching like a cat before sitting forward and looking down over the earth,
lit by clusters of lights that punctuated the darkness of Christmas Eve. It
wasn't long before she began to giggle.

"Schilling for your thoughts." Santa said, giving
her tit a squeeze.

"Well, you probably don't remember, but we've met
before," she mentioned lightly, turning her head to wink at him. "I
sure remember it."

"Oh? Do tell."

"Well," she said casually, her thoughts drifting
back. "I was sixteen and my girlfriends and I were at the mall. We saw you
and decided to sit on your lap. So Cari and I were sitting on you at the same
time, squirming our asses on you and kept whispering naughty things in your
ears, things we wanted to do to you, you know?"

Santa didn't respond for several moments. "See?"
Ginny said, smirking. "Told you that you didn't remember."

"What; was the date of that, Virginia?" he asked
warily.

"December fifteenth, eight years ago, about
seven-thirty pm," she said. "I still have a photo. Why?"

"Because I wasn't in your city on December fifteenth
eight years ago," he said with reluctance. "I was in Lahina on Maui,
judging a naked limbo contest at a luau."

She was silent for some time. "You're; you're
sure?"

Santa nodded.

"Oh, God;" Ginny whispered, her eyes distant.
"That means that Cari and I were grinding on some creepy mall Santa; oh,
shit, I could feel him getting hard and everything!"

Ginny scrunched her face up in revulsion and was flapping her
arms in horror. "Oh, God. Blah! Blah! Blah!"

Santa's roaring laughter echoed through the darkness as his
date for the evening struggled to not puke off the side of the sleigh and onto
the unsuspecting town below.

Silent Runnings.

She always kind of assumed that the sleigh made little or no
noise when it touched down on a roof. After all, what kept some survivalist gun
nut from trying to blow Santa away with his collection of automatic rifles when
he heard some noise he couldn't account for?

The sleigh glided silently onto the roof, the blades letting
out little more than a hiss and the patter of the reindeer's hooves barely
audible. Santa leapt out lightly and assisted her in exiting the sleigh before
grinning at her. "Now, I won't be long, just hang tight and stay near the
sleigh, if you're within the Gellar Field, you'll keep warm, alright?"

Ginny raised an eyebrow in his direction, nonplussed.
"Um, 'excuse me? I'm here with Santa Fucking Claus on Christmas
Motherfucking Eve. How many times can a girl say that? If you think for one
second I'm not delivering presents with you, then you're even more stupid that
Krampus. I'm coming."

Santa seemed hesitant. "Virginia, I've been at this
since Proto-Hittite times, one way or another. I'm kind of an expert and I
don't want you to hurt;"

"Oh, get real," she snorted, pushing past him
toward the chimney. She was glad to note that the 'Gellar Field', whatever the
hell that was, seemed to be keeping her warm at this distance. "If your
fat ass can fit down a chimney with that huge bag, so can mine."

She clambered over the lip of the chimney and eased herself
down inside it. Santa watched silently as she wriggled out of sight. There was
no noise for several seconds.

Finally Ginny spoke, her voice coming up the flue.

"Okay, kinda stuck here, with my nose pressed into my
own asshole. Little help?"

Santa chuckled lightly and reached for a can of grease.

Piloting a Ginny.

"You're getting better at this, I must say," Santa
remarked as he rummaged through his bag of presents while Ginny guided the
sleigh. "Last person who drove the sleigh for me, the reindeer resisted a
lot. They like you."

"Oh?" Ginny replied, twisting the reins slightly
and veering the sleigh team southwest. "Who was she?"

Santa cleared his throat. "Actually, it was Krampus.
Well, he was Pete back then, and it was over six hundred years ago."

It took Ginny a moment to recover from her shock and concentrate
on guiding the sleigh. Fortunately, the reindeer seemed to know where they were
going. "Six hundred;"

"Yup," Santa confirmed. "The Belgian monks
were still getting the recipe for Stella Artois right the last time one of my
kids helped me out."

"But what about all your wives you were telling me
about?" she asked. "They must've been in the sleigh before."

Santa shrugged. "Yeah, people have been in it, I've
taken them places, but you and Pete are the only two who have ever helped me
on Christmas Eve."

She felt herself grow warm, and for once it wasn't because
she was wet and horny. "I'm really helping you?"

He nodded. "It may be that I'm late because of the
donnybrook back at your place, Virginia, but that wasn't your fault, it's just
what was meant to be. I was meant to be put behind and now you're meant to be
driving this sleigh while I get organized. No matter how many me's there are
out there, it won't make a difference unless you're here tonight. It's fated to
be that way."

Ginny didn't know what to say. She just calmly guided the
sleigh, feeling a contentment she'd never quite known before. She was dimly
aware of some other shadowy iteration of Santa's sleigh streaking by some miles
to the north and waved absently. She couldn't explain why any of this made
sense, but it did.

She really was different after all.

A house below them shone with a golden light in the dark and
she turned the reigns easily to guide the reindeer in its direction. There were
over a dense residential area, the streets lined with endless numbers of small
homes and semis. They glided onto a roof and clambered out. She followed Santa
and his present sack down the chimney. In spite of his bulk, he slid down the
tight shaft in a way that made her cunt inexplicably wet.

"Now that I think of it," she whispered as she
wriggled down with him. "How do we get into houses where there's no
chimney?"

"It was a lot easier before central heating," he
answered, almost upside down as he worked his way toward the ground. "For
lack of a better term, it's just B & E, I guess. I've got the keys and
security codes for every residence on earth."

"Wow," she grunted as she twisted and wiggled, her
tits squashed to her mouth. If they'd had more time she would have sucked on
them for a bit as a reward to herself. "Even Kim Jong-Un?"

"Yeah, but he's not getting anything you want to know
about for Christmas," Santa muttered. "He's a very bad boy."

"So, what, like a leaky bag of flaming panda
shit?" she mused, occupying herself as she strained to keep up. "Because
that's what he kinda deserves."

"Christmas is the one night of the year we don't
discuss politics, Virginia." Santa mentioned as he finally freed himself
of the confines of the flue and dusted himself off. He helped Ginny out as
well, smiling and kissing her nose as she held her off the ground. She blushed
and let him put her down, moving to a corner of the living room and watching
intently.

The house they were in was not big, a modest home for a
small family. Santa was rummaging around in his bag, absently noshing on the
cookies left on a table near the tree. The tree itself was rather sparse on
gifts, something Santa seemed to be rectifying.

Ginny didn't notice the other person in the room until it
was too late.

"So there you are, big man;"

Ginny started at the voice but Santa merely stood and turned
around, smiling warmly. At the entrance to the room was a woman in a robe. She
was older than Ginny, but not more than in her late twenties or early thirties.
She had the look of a tired mom.

"Been waiting a long, long time to prove to myself that
you were real and the presents I couldn't account for just came out thin
air," she sighed, nodding. She had sandy-brown hair, done in a long bob.
Her face was pretty enough, but you could see in her eyes that sleep was more
of an afterthought than anything. "But here you are."

"It's good to see you, Linda." Santa said warmly,
moving toward her and hugging her. She sighed as he embraced her and Ginny
smiled, knowing exactly how content and relieved Linda felt at the moment, whoever
the hell she was.

"Whoa, did I just get jealous of some girl hugging
Santa?"

"I can't believe you're here in all your chubby
glory," Linda remarked, smiling up at him. "It's a dream come
true."

Santa nodded. "Little Karen's been very good this year,
Linda. She's a real blessing. I brought her the puppy she wanted."

Ginny frowned and looked down at a small object that was obviously
a puppy, wrapped prettily in Christmas paper and sporting a golden bow on