The best holiday
On December 25th, before sending the little ones home, a festive New Year's morning party was scheduled at the "Sunshine" kindergarten. Somehow, the energetic headmistress managed to convince the parents, who were reluctant to part with their hard-earned money, to hire a professional Father Frost and Snow Maiden, instead of dressing up "someone from their own" as usual.
The money was collected. The agency was called. The disaster happened an hour before the party started. The company reported that they were "terribly sorry," but Grandfather would arrive alone, without his granddaughter. Whether they were all at corporate parties or somewhere else. If it weren't for the dollars collected from the parents, everything could have been easily resolved...
— Let them send Father Frost! — took the initiative Margarita Borisovna, the teacher of the younger group, — I'll call other agencies right now, I'll find us a Snow Maiden.
The thing was, Margarita Borisovna was simply a twenty-year-old graduate of the pedagogical institute, Rita Rotova. This was her first job after university, and she really wanted to be useful. Especially in the eyes of her own aunt — the headmistress of the kindergarten.
— All done! I've arranged it. They'll send, as they said, an "incomplete set"! — she joyfully reported to the teaching staff, gathered due to the emergency, five minutes later.
A real surprise awaited poor Rita another fifteen minutes later, when she was nervously awaiting the arrival of the new granddaughter together with the magnificent Father Frost from the first agency.
— Happy New Year! — boomed joyfully in an artificial bass voice from behind the door. Rita turned sharply: in the open doorway stood another Father Frost, also in a red fur coat, also with a white beard, also with a full sack of gifts. He looked at his "competitor" in surprise:
— Am I in the right place?
— There has to be a Snow Maiden, — gasped Rita, falling onto a chair, — Where is the Snow Maiden?
— You ordered an "incomplete set," — the newcomer reported in a matter-of-fact baritone, — So they sent me alone.
— But we ordered one Snow Maiden, — muttered the stunned girl.
— One Snow Maiden, dear, is only ordered for bachelor parties, — the second Father Frost winked cheerfully at the first, — Right, colleague?
The first one muttered something vague.
— Alright, boys, — Rita quickly took the complicated situation into her own hands, — We can't leave the children without a holiday! Right? Right! Will the children call for the Snow Maiden? They will! And who will they see? So, decide — one of you has to dress up as the Snow Maiden.
The Fathers Frost stared dully in silence, but after taking on the responsibility, Rita couldn't allow herself to disgrace herself in front of her aunt:
— We definitely need a professional Snow Maiden! We can find a costume. It only remains to decide who exactly... You, — she pointed to the first Father Frost — by size you fit better...
— In all my forty years... — he began to protest, but was immediately interrupted by the second:
— No, girl, don't confuse us. This is your screw-up. And you solve it. Dress up as whoever you want yourself.
— Please, boys, — understanding there was no way back, the unfortunate girl pleaded, — I can't. Money was paid here... I'll do anything for you... Anything at all!
She looked at the men standing before her with her most charming gaze:
— Anything at all!
— No question, — grinned the second Father Frost, — give me a blowjob, and it's a deal.
He plopped down on a chair and, spreading his legs wide, made an inviting gesture to the girl.
The first Father Frost, hearing the "colleague's" proposal, grunted in surprise, and Rita suddenly thought that this wasn't the worst way out. Especially since, she caught herself thinking unexpectedly, it would be incredibly exciting: to pleasure a complete stranger in front of another.
Smiling broadly, she expressed agreement and, provocatively swaying her hips, headed towards the seated Father Frost. He stared at her with wide, astonished eyes: actually, it was a joke and he, of course, hadn't seriously expected...
Kneeling before the motionlessly frozen man, Rita pulled down the elastic of the wide red pants and, slipping her hand inside, easily found the protruding bulge on the rough surface of the tight-fitting underwear. After the first touch of the woman's fingers, the Father's member began to grow uncontrollably in size, and half a minute later Rita extracted a sturdy twenty-centimeter shaft.
Mischievously looking into her partner's still surprised eyes, the girl began to lightly slide her soft cheek along the tense head, intensifying his already immense arousal.
The first Father Frost initially, in a fit of indignation, wanted to leave, but turning around at the very door, he froze in indecision. Obviously, fighting temptation.
Slowly, without breaking her enticing gaze from her partner's eyes, Rita opened her mouth and took the erect male member almost halfway in. The Father groaned sweetly, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips. Smiling back, the girl released the already abundantly saliva-slicked phallus from her mouth. And then, immediately, firmly gripping it with her lips, she took it in again, shifting the foreskin and freeing the heated head. Pressing it lightly, tense with blood, with her tongue against her palate, she made the man groan with pleasure again.
Grasping the base of the member with her palm for support, Rita began to make slow rocking motions with her head, forcing the rigid shaft to slide inside her mouth, rub against the walls, and finally, when it was sufficiently lubricated with saliva all over, she released it, admiring the brightly gleaming crimson head.
Exhausted, the man leaned back in the chair. His hand rested on the girl's nape, gently but firmly pressing her head down. He clearly wanted to continue. Laughing merrily, Rita gave in. Pressing the heated member against her partner's muscular stomach with her palm, she began to slide the tip of her tongue along its underside. First slowly, then, accelerating, driving the Father crazy with pleasure.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, the man not only pulled the girl's head towards him with both hands but also began to move his pelvis to meet her.
After tormenting her partner a little more, she yielded, and, sharply pulling away, swallowed the petrified member again.
Now her palm served as a limiter: the aroused Father was so sharply impaling her head onto himself that it seemed he wanted to pierce right through. The tense member, time after time, almost reached her throat. Squeezing it with her hand, lips, and pressing down with her tongue from below, Rita gave her partner unearthly pleasure.
Noticing that the other Father Frost was watching what was happening with wide-open eyes, not looking away, the girl shifted slightly, placing her head on her partner's thigh. He didn't like that, but his member inside Rita's mouth, pulling her cheek taut, became clearly visible.
— Well? Do we have a deal? — turning to the observer behind her, she seductively ran her tongue over her lips, — Only now I'll have one more condition.
Rising from her knees, the girl, gracefully arching, in one motion slid her short skirt along with her panties, soaked with desire, down her slender legs:
— I'm burning all over. You probably are too...
Turning away, without changing her pose, she stretched out her arms and embraced the head of the man who hadn't yet recovered from the lovemaking.
The sight of the glistening, flushed female mound between the two raised rounded buttocks didn't make the overexcited Father require further explanation.
Freeing his escaping phallus on the go, he rushed to the craving-for-copulation temptress and entered her sharply right away. Yielding to the inertia of the powerful thrust, the girl leaned forward and passionately buried herself in the half-open lips of her first partner. For a while, she lost her head, kissing one man while another, satisfying her, panted from behind. Each of his movements was accompanied by a rather loud squelching from her vagina, overflowing with pleasure.
In this position, shuddering all over, the teacher came violently. A pleasant warmth spread through her tense stomach. Her arms and legs went numb. But the arousal still wasn't in a hurry to leave her insatiable flesh. Following the small, insignificant micro-orgasm, Rita felt, would come a fantastic, incredibly powerful explosion of pleasure.
Noticing that the abundance of lubrication in her somewhat relaxed vagina wasn't providing the required friction for her current partner, and the other man's large member had already risen again and was ready for action, she decided to change positions.
Laying the Father, who had rested a bit from the first round, right on the floor, she immediately mounted him, turning her back. The long, sturdy shaft easily slid into her juice-wet vagina. After making a few up-and-down movements along the tensed member, it seemed to the girl that she had sufficiently lubricated it with her fluid, and she leaned back, invitingly spreading her legs. The other Father, craving a quick release, again didn't need to be asked twice.
When the second male organ cautiously but confidently penetrated inside the girl, Rita first thought the lovers would tear her apart now. But the amazingly elastic vagina a moment later adapted, and the brief pain turned into an unforgettable feeling of complete filling.
For several minutes, the two Fathers Frost synchronously drilled the kindergarten teacher with their hardened members. Tightly enveloped by her, the shafts rubbed against each other inside her contracting vagina on the eve of an incredible finale. Rita melted with pleasure. The man on top, sharply accelerating his movements and losing the rhythm, came first with a choked gasp. The sharp thrust of his seed inside became the highest point for the girl. Biting her lip to not scream out loud, she reached the peak of pleasure again. Her body finally relaxed, and she laughed merrily with pleasure.
The last of the partners to get satisfaction was the Father Frost underneath: the incredible tightness and strong friction quickly did their job.
Exhausted lovers froze on top of each other in sweet exhaustion, striving to prolong the fleeting moment of pleasure.
Ten minutes later, fully dressed Margarita Borisovna, hearing the long-awaited words of approval from the strict headmistress, joyfully applauded along with a bunch of her pupils, watching the cheerful performance. True, Father Frost seemed ridiculously small next to the tall, broad-shouldered Snow Maiden. But they played really well. And the girl, who had personally stuffed the huge guy into the tight female costume, laughed heartily.
On December 31st, I'll definitely invite several Fathers to my place, she decided. We'll have fun all night. All night...