Sexual Awakenings: 1 Christmas Eve

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.

Josie pondered the nine-inch strap-on that Ella had fucked her with just a couple days ago. She'd never felt so full and had never come so hard... all while being called a bimbo cheerleader slut by her nerdish dominant, which made her come even harder... for reasons she still didn't understand. "Agreed, I'm not a slut," Josie countered.

"You're both sluts," Camry intervened.

"Takes one to know one," Selena countered.

"I didn't say I wasn't," Camry shrugged. She actually was jealous of Selena. Not because of the anal, she had no interest in being sodomized. But because her boyfriend, the quarterback (as the high school hierarchy expected when you were head cheerleader), had a rather small, less than five-inch cock, and she had never come from sex. Not even close. The idea of Jamal's nine-inch cock captivated her. Yet, although everyone assumed she'd been with quite a few guys, being the blonde bombshell she was, she'd only ever had sex with Jake, plus an older guy in Paris last summer. Sure she'd sucked a few cocks, seven to be exact (what else is camp for?), but she was hardly the experienced sex kitten everyone assumed she was.

"So we're all sluts," Josie summarized sarcastically.

"I prefer to call us wanton women," Camry went for a better spin.

"That sounds better... it's literally less sluttier," Josie agreed with a giggle.

"Now that we've settled that truism, turn around and show him your ass, Selena," Camry ordered, having almost forgotten.

"Fine," Selena sighed again, always doing whatever Camry told her to whether she wanted to or not.

She turned around and bent over, showing off most of her ass beneath the short hem of her skirt.

George's eyes went big as he stared at the teen's pantyhose-clad ass, her bright green thong showing through in clear view. His cock flinched in his pants as he tried to feign interest in the little girl who was listing from memory all the things she wanted for Christmas. It was a very long list.

"He can't even focus on that little girl," Camry laughed, watching the old man staring at Selena's ass. Selena did have the best ass of the group. She was a Latina and thus had that bootylicious caboose. Josie had the biggest tits, almost too big for her short frame. While Camry was overall the most beautiful of the three with her stereotypical blonde hair, blue eyes, and legs to die for. She almost always wore nylons, as they accentuated her legs and made guys drool over them... thus so did her posse. It was just this year she'd insisted to the coach that they go back to old school cheerleader attire, which included pantyhose and, of course with a few eyelash flutters, she got her way.

"We're going to give the poor guy a heart attack," Josie pointed out, looking at the Santa, who was indeed staring rather desperately at Selena's ass.

"It'll be a great way to die," Camry joked.

Selena straightened back up and turned to look directly at Santa, who was still staring directly at her, and she winked.

George quickly flinched his gaze away as he was caught staring. God, I must look like some kind of pervert. His hard cock was awkwardly positioned in his pants, and as the girl left with her complimentary candy cane with the store logo prominently on the packaging, he slyly adjusted it.

"He just adjusted his dick," Camry reported.

"Then at least we know he can still get it up," Selena quipped.

"Let's see if we can get him to come in his pants," Camry said, the idea wicked fun.

"You're so twisted," Josie said, shaking her head as she slyly checked out the cute redheaded elf photographer.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Camry said as they moved one more step up the line.

"It wasn't meant to be," Josie said, still staring at the elf.

"What are you looking at?" Camry asked.

Josie lied, "Oh, just thinking I should find one of those elf costumes to surprise Sam with."

"Ohhhh," Camry said, an idea popping into her head. "We should each get one for the party tonight."

"I doubt we'd remain in them for long," Selena predicted, knowing Jamal wasn't one for chit chat or foreplay... after just a couple of drinks he'd want her sucking his cock and swallowing his first load before eventually fucking her later that night (hopefully in her cunt this time; God, she loved his massive snake slamming into her tight cunt, but she worried she'd opened Pandora's box by allowing him to ass fuck her).

"That's the point," Camry smiled, maintaining her persona that she loved sex, when her only unfaked orgasms were from her elder sister's vibrator.

"You two are worse than guys," Josie accused as she wondered how she could possibly slip away from the party and over to Ella's house for a midnight snack.

George tried to stop checking out the three cheerleaders, but nylons were his kryptonite, and their legs were drawing his gaze against his will. God, was his cock throbbing.

Josie's phone buzzed. She looked down at it. Hungry?

Instantly a tingle of anticipation coursed through her, just like it did every time she received this one-word text. A word she fruitlessly hoped meant nothing to anyone but her.

Josie texted back like she always did, no matter what she was doing (she'd rushed away from a basketball game two weeks ago right after a routine to lick Ella's pussy in an English classroom, even being ordered to leave the wet shine on her face after Ella came all over it; she'd licked Ella in her living room while her parents were in the kitchen making dinner; she'd gotten Ella off in a dressing room at a clothing store while other people were just outside the flimsy pressboard door): Famished.

"Who are you texting?" Camry asked, noticing Josie's distraction.

"My mother," Josie lied just as her phone buzzed again. She knew she should ignore it, she knew Camry was beginning to wonder about her erratic behaviour and sudden disappearances, but she didn't dare. She'd ignored a text a month ago, and Ella had disciplined her by making her go down on her visiting older cousin, and had threatened never to let her go down on her again if she disobeyed one more time. The text both startled and excited her: Marshall's change room 4.

"What does she want?" Camry asked, having indeed noticed Josie acting strangely the last couple of months, especially the last few weeks... and almost every occurrence had been immediately preceded by a text.

"I'm supposed to meet her at the front to return her credit card," Josie lied, although she did indeed have her mother's credit card.

"Hurry back," Camry said, "it won't be as much fun with just two of us."

"Will do," Josie nodded, as she scurried quickly off to the required rendezvous spot, feeling slightly guilty about lying to her best friend. But lust consumed her. She texted back: On my way.

Josie didn't run, but she did speed walk, her hunger taking over; she received one more text: Good girl.

The words were condescending, but Ella patronising her always made her wet. After two months she still didn't understand it, but she loved being treated like a slut. The rude name calling, the disdainful tone and the rough treatment all combined into a perfect storm and got her off.

George was disappointed to see one of the girls hurrying off, but he was relieved to see the other two remain. He worried about concealing his hard-on but wanted to enjoy this hosiery-wearing eye candy for as long as possible.

Camry watched Josie leave and asked, "Have you noticed Josie has been acting odd lately?"

"Not really," Selena shrugged, although she wasn't known for her observational skills unless she was checking out guys.

Camry sighed, "She's been getting text messages and then starts acting weird."

"I haven't noticed," Selena replied absently as she played on her phone.

"Of course you haven't," Camry said, shaking her head dismissively.

"Haven't what?"

"Noticed anything. You're just so self-absorbed."

"I don't even know what that means."

"Just start paying attention," Camry sighed heavily. "Something's going on with her."

"Okay," Selena agreed.

Josie rushed into Marshall's and directly to the change rooms, which thankfully had no queue as they often did.

Two girls were there, one in a dress looking in the mirror, while her friend shared her thoughts.

Josie sighed at there being witnesses, yet she tried to appear nonchalant as she rapped on the flimsy door.

The two girls looked on as the door was opened and Josie scurried inside.

Josie gasped when she arrived inside the room and saw not just Ella, but also Ella's best friend Amy.

"No way," Amy gasped, wearing pigtails and a long dress in a style that hadn't been fashionable since the sixties.

"I told you," Ella said smugly. She'd been dying to tell her best friend of her ultimate coup, but had kept her word to her cheerleader pet to keep it a secret (other than from her cousin), but she felt by now her trophy pet was so obedient and submissive that although she might protest, she wouldn't put up much of a fight if presented with the ultimatum to obey or leave. It had become obvious to her that by now Josie was obsessed with serving her.

"Ella, I..." Josie began to protest, knowing her secret nature was about to be revealed.

"Knees," Ella ordered, cutting her off, a monosyllabic order that her cheerleader pet had obeyed without hesitation since that first fateful day.

Josie was mortified to have another student witness her submission... her weakness she saw it as, but like every other time she'd received this order, she felt utterly helpless to disobey the cute, dominant nerd, and felt her cheeks burn as she obeyed the order.

"Good girl," Ella praised her ritually.

"I just can't believe it," Amy breathed, as she watched the hot cheerleader dropping to her knees before them. Ella had told her this mystery pet had been pleasing her for a couple of months, but she hadn't expected it to be one of the snooty cheerleaders.

"It's Christmastime and I had no idea what to get my best friend," Ella explained to Josie, "but then the perfect gift popped into my head."

Josie was mortified. Yet she remained on her knees. For the second time Ella was about to gift her to another girl.

"Lift up your dress, Amy," Ella said.

"Why?"

"My Christmas present to you is Josie's tongue," Ella informed her.

"No way," Amy said, looking down at the cheerleader, who was submissively but probably also shamefully looking at the floor.

"She's quite the giver," Ella continued. "I've been celebrating the 365 days of Christmas with my cheerleader pet."

Josie remained silent the entire time. Humiliation was burning through her, yet as usual her panties were soaked.

"Are you hungry, my pet?" Ella asked.

Josie whispered, shame burning through her at her truthful answer to the question, "Yes."

"Pardon, slut?" Ella questioned. "Look up at me."

"Yes," Josie said louder, now looking directly into Ella's eyes.

"Yes, what?" Ella asked, something she regularly did, loving to hear the cheerleader admit her lust in detail.

"Yes, I'm hungry," Josie admitted.

"Hungry for what?" Ella furthered her interrogation, pushing her pet cheerleader deeper and deeper into submissive humiliation as she admitted her truth.

Josie no longer caring, just wanting to admit the truth, to please Ella, answered, "Hungry to eat your friend's cunt until she comes all over my face."

"Holy crap," Amy gasped at the cheerleader's blunt words.

"Do you like being Amy's Christmas present?" Ella asked, lifting Amy's dress.

"Yes," Josie answered obediently, as she looked in surprise at a nerd who wasn't Ella, but who was also wearing a thong.

"Pull her thong down," Ella ordered.

Josie did, her hands trembling, her face burning, her panties wet, to reveal an equally surprising shaved pussy.

Amy watched the submission play out, stunned, a shiver racing through her body. Amy was a lesbian, Amy knew Ella knew that because they played with each other often, but this subjugation of a cheerleader was completely different.

"Tell her what you want her to do, Amy," Ella offered. "She's your present, and she'll do anything you say."

Amy looked down at this cheerleader she'd fantasized about many times, actually she fantasized about pretty much every cheerleader, and said awkwardly, "Lick me."

Ella smiled. Amy, like Josie, was a submissive. It wasn't natural for Amy to give orders, instead she usually obeyed them.