Check the list for Phoebe, Gina, and Gina's friend

Part of you is a little bit scared to find out if your girlfriend was naughty this year, but other parts of you are focused on Mrs Claus more than Phoebe. Your curiosity is too powerful, and all three of the chicks in the house are pretty hot, so you suck it up and check the list, climbing back out of the sleigh. The list scrolls for just about a second before settling exactly where you want it to:

Phoebe: Naughty

You wonder if there's more information, but just as the question forms in your mind you find the answer as well. The list says nothing more than the word Naughty, but in your Santa's heart you know she cheated on you, twice this year. You beckon for Mrs. Claus to follow you and she hops out of the sleigh, deftly following you to the chimney in her platform heeled red leather boots.

Once you're inside, you march straight back up to your room and kick in the door. Phoebe sits straight up in bed, her messy blonde hair frizzed out everywhere from sleep.

"Phoebe, you know who I am?"

"I'm not really sure...I mean... you're Santa Claus, obviously, but..."

You drop your heavy sack on the foot of the bed and she sits up straight against the headboard to put a little distance between you. "You've been a naughty bitch, Phoebe." She bites her bottom lip. You reach into the sack and feel around, looking for the perfect gift for your unfaithful girlfriend from your previous life.

"I guess I slept around a lil bit when we started dating but..." She puts her finger to her lips and your dick goes hard at once. She's actin like a slut to seduce you to make you forget about how she acted like a slut this year. You're relieved from having to figure out how to respond to that by Mrs Claus' expert interruption:

She's standing at your side, holding a roll of festive wrapping paper and a spool of shiny thread. "Maybe we could wrap her up. A naughty girl like her might make a nice present for a nice boy."

You can't help but think you Clauses really make a great team. "Let's get Phoebe out of this nightgown and into some proper giftwrap!" Mrs Claus advances with her paper scissors and moments later Phoebe is standing nude by the bed.

Mrs Claus goes through half the ribbon spool just wrapping up Phoebe's tits, and when it's time to do the paper, she barely covers anything. Phoebe's face is all covered up and her crotch is going to have to be unwrapped for full access, but most of the rest of her is uncovered. Her hands tied behind her back, she makes a nice bundle, so you pick her up and head downstairs to the front yard.

On the way out of the house, you pass Gina's room, and you remember, you never even looked up her name on your list. You never checked her friend either...So you check your list now in the front hallway.

Gina: Naughty
Bailey: Nice

You're not really interested in what they did to get these designations, but it's Christmas time and as Santa Claus you can't exactly go dishing it out to one woman and leave the other two occupants of the house to wonder why Santa has forsaken them this holiday season. Nope, you kick down the door, and find both girls already standing next to the bed, Gina in her plaid pajama pants and white tank top, Bailey in a lacy bra and panties. They must have been woken by all the festivities.

"Merry Christmas, bitches! One of you's been nice this year, she'll be getting a nice big present," you announce as your half-erect dick flops out of your boxers, "and the other's been naughty, and she's gonna get an ever bigger present!" You thrust your hand in your sack, this time knowing exactly what you're looking for. You pull out a huge, floppy, veiny, rubber dildo with a girth that can only have been cast from a mold set by the ice giants of the south pole, by your expert estimation. You toss the huge dildo to the Mrs and she grins at Gina, brandishing the giant schlong.

"I guess naughty runs in the family, huh Gina?" Mrs Claus bends Gina over the bed and unceremoniously rams the massive rubber cock into Gina's pussy, spanking her at the same time. It's probably twice as thick as her fresh little pussy can handle and she shrieks while receiving her punishment.

Meanwhile, Bailey, Gina's friend, smiles at you and takes hold of your boner with one hand. "Does your list show you anything else about me?"

You don't have to look at it to know it doesn't. You shake your head slowly. Then again, just as you somehow knew what your ex Phoebe did to earn her Naughty status, you find you can simply know everything Bailey did to earn her Nice one. All the good deeds Bailey's done since last Christmas flicker through your mind as she slowly strokes your cock, squeezing just hard enough, her hand slipping back and forth over the edge of your glans. She hefts your heavy balls and runs her soft hand all over you before swallowing your dick whole. You know she treated her fellow students well, and now she's treating you too, squeezing hard with her thumb and forefinger in a ring around your cock. You know she returned a wallet she found last July, and while she was dating Randy last spring, and Greg later in the fall, she studied their desires in bed and became an expert lover all while maintaining her status as a virgin. It makes sense, you've never been jacked off so expertly by anyone besides yourself. You feel your balls pumping your magical Christmas cum, ready to release and Bailey asks, "Does your list tell you I'm a virgin?"

Suddenly, your jinglebell jizz blasts out like sticky snow all over Bailey's nightgown. "Oh no!" She says. "Is it naughty of me to make a mess like that?" She licks the last drops of cum off your dick and slides her mouth onto it, sparking a chill of delight all the way up and down your body. Within moments, she's deepthroating your still rock hard cock and you're so caught up in the pleasure of it you barely hear Gina's yelps as Mrs Claus continues to fuck and spank her over and over.

Bailey comes up off your dick for a minute to lick your ball sack and then takes off her cum-covered nightgown. She drops it on the floor and bounces up on her toes to jiggle her perky little tits for you. She sticks one thumb under the waistband of her panties, her only remaining clothing, and tugs at it little, licking her lips tentatively, "Mr Claus, I know you're busy tonight, but, do you think for Christmas..."

That's right, you're supposed to ask the Nice ones what they want for Christmas, not just run around giving out dick to everyone indiscriminately.

She continues, pinching her left nipple and squirming, "...do you think you could be my first?"