Summary:
3 cheerleaders, 2 nerds, 1 Santa...lots of sex.
Note 1:
This is a
Holiday Season 2019 Story
so please vote.
Note 2:
Thanks to Tex Beethoven, and Robert for editing.
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His two elves were college girls wearing rather tight attire and green pantyhose. George, having been a pantyhose fanatic since the 70s when they were common everyday female fashion attire, was quite distracted by these hot girls, who were keeping him hard throughout his final but lengthy eight-hour shift on December 24
th
.
The day's encouragement not to sink into exhaustion was also enhanced by the occasional child's hot mother.
George, who had retired this past spring after thirty years as a schoolteacher, had been asked by a friend to be Santa. He mocked being insulted at the very idea he had the perfect body for the role, but the truth was that he did. He wasn't excessively overweight, but his mid-twenties ideal weight was gone forever, and all his extra padding rested squarely, or rather roundly, in his midsection.
He'd agreed to do it though, as he was bored not to be teaching, and occasionally serving as a substitute teacher wasn't something he enjoyed. He didn't like teaching other people's lesson plans... especially if he considered them poorly planned, which they often were.
The monotony of his days of being Santa was occasionally broken by the elves bending over, the appearance of a hot MILF and best of all, the rare occasion when a woman, or even better, a college or teenage girl would decide to get a picture with Santa and thus sat her tantalizing bottom on his knee.
Having grown girls or women sitting on his lap was a lot more exciting than children, and they'd usually get his pulse pumping. His wife had died eight months ago of cancer and had been sick for a year before that, so George hadn't had intercourse in almost two years. So by this time it didn't take much to get him stimulated.
... ...
Camry said, "Let's get a picture with Santa."
"Seriously?" Selena asked.
"Sure. It'll be fun," Camry urged.
"Everyone in the queue is like five," Josie pointed out.
"Who the fuck says queue?" Camry asked.
"Someone preparing for the SAT's," Josie said, before adding, "or someone who has a high school vocabulary."
"Whatever," Camry waved at Josie, implying the conversation was done.
"And it's a long line," Selena added, hating to wait in them. She often used her looks, her curvy Latina body and flirtatious personality to insert herself into the front of lines, but that wouldn't happen in a line filled with moms and kids.
"Let's tease the Santa," Camry suggested, always enjoying flirting with boys and men. She loved using her body and looks to get attention, and all three besties were in their cheerleader outfits with ultra-short skirts and beige pantyhose, and she knew they all had plenty of what it would take to arouse this pathetic Santa, who at times looked like he was struggling even to remain awake. She mused frivolously,
It must have been an exhausting commute from the North Pole, fighting rush-hour reindeer traffic.
"Why not?" Josie shrugged fatalistically, knowing Camry had already made up her mind and once she had, Selena and she always ended up giving in.
"Fine!" Selena sighed dramatically. Something she did often.
... ...
George was getting tired of all the crying and whining, as the kids were extra loud or obnoxious or both today. Although he supposed that was normal for the twenty-fourth of December. That said, his cock stiffened as he saw three girls in cheerleader outfits and dark mocha pantyhose like the Hooters girls wore (he spent a lot of time at Hooters since he retired... one of the few places left he could find hot ripe girls in pantyhose).
In line, Camry encouraged her friends, "Let's really flirt with Santa."
"You're so bad," Josie shook her head at the teasing this old man was about to receive.
I hope he doesn't have a heart attack.
"Yes, let's leave the old guy horny as fuck," Selena agreed, always getting excited once she accepted whatever Camry wanted them to do.
"He probably hasn't been fucked in years," Camry added, assuming in her teenage oblivion and based on her parents' endlessly silent bedroom, that once you hit thirty your sex life became non-existent.
George's cock hardened as his eyes kept drifting over to the three teenagers.
Camry noticed and said, "Look, Santa keeps checking us out."
"Think so?" Josie asked, peering over at the Santa.
"Definitely," Camry nodded as she ordered, "Selena, turn around and bend over; show him that tight ass of yours."
"Not sure it's all that tight after Jamal destroyed it last night," Josie teased.
"You're just jealous," Selena countered, having reluctantly given her ass up last night to her black college boyfriend. She'd never tell her friends, but she hadn't enjoyed it at all. Truth was, it hurt like hell and although the pain eventually subsided... mostly... she'd received no pleasure from it, and afterwards just felt like a cheap slut as she drove home with cum leaking out of her ass. Yet she'd been the first of the three not only to date a black guy with a big dick, but the first to take it in the ass, so she was determined to wear it outwardly as a badge of honour. For once, she'd done something before their fearless leader Camry.
"Yeah, poor me! I'd really love to have my asshole destroyed so I too could walk bowlegged the rest of my life," Josie retorted sarcastically. Truth was, she had no interest in anal sex, and if truth was really to be told, she had very little interest in boys at all. Yes, she had a boyfriend. Yes, she sucked and fucked him, but she'd also secretly been going down on Ella, her nerdish partner in bio lab. If the floodgates of truth were opened all the way, she loved the lesbian rendezvous and the intense encounters, but if that became known, it would be social suicide. Not the fact of being a lesbian, that seemed to be the in thing this year, but being a submissive to a nerd like Ella would be... the girl wasn't even on the periphery of the high school pecking order. The shocking fact was that not only was Josie having sex with a female nerd, but that Ella dominated her while they did. At the time it was thrilling, and it turned her on completely; yet she became mortified once she'd returned home and replayed the humiliation and her own subjugation. And to make matters worse, she thought she might even be in love with Ella. She'd never before had these confusing inexpressible feelings. She'd never before constantly thought of someone whenever they weren't with her. Being with her boyfriend was obligatory in her role as cheerleader, but truly he was nothing more than noise and eye candy in the hierarchy she lived within.
Josie recalled the previous Friday, the last day of classes, when Ella texted her and ordered her to go down on her in the girls' bathroom during classtime. She was mortified she'd agreed, was terrified of getting caught, and yet was stimulated by the risky task. She almost literally would do
anything
for the privilege (Ella's word) of eating this girl's pussy.
"You just can't handle a big dick," Selena accused, knowing that Josie's boyfriend wasn't well hung... Josie herself had said as much.
