big and hard

"You really are the dirty young ladies, flashing your naughty bits while on Santa's lap. But you might learn to behave today," you say as you escort the two pretty coeds back to Santa's prep room.

"You can make it easy on yourself or hard on yourself. It just depends whether you are willing to follow directions." You pull a folding chair up and sit down, right in front of another seated Santa. This one is decidely different than the other holding court presently out front. His polyester suit hangs loosely on him, and his fake white beard obscures most of his face.

You have the girls kneel down on the threadbare carpeting.

"Do you still have your vibrating eggs in your cunnies, ladies?" you ask, leaning forward intently.They nod in assent. "I want each of you to pull the other's out, and stick it up that person's asshole. Don't forget to make it good and wet first."

The two tartily dressed coeds stare at you for a minute. When they see that you mean business, they do so. Janelle pulls Megan's miniscule red pleated skirt up and finds her way into her snatch. She pulls the egg out, and, ashamedly, slurps all over it before she manages to get it inside the pucker of her friend's tight ass. Megan does the same under the white vinyl mini of Janelle. All this happens under the watchful eyes of the seated Santa.

"Now, both of you, come over here and lick my candy cane!" You pull out a two foot long crooked confection from your magic bag. The girls immediately rush over on their knees to lick at the real peppermint stick.

When it's good and wet, you instruct the two to turn the other way. They do so, asses presented to you. Their bent over positions allow the skirts to ride up enough to in no way obstruct your candy's **** on each of their juicing pussies. Each girl in turn writhes as her pussy is filled by the cane, banging back and forth. The combination of the vibrating eggs in their asses and your candy cane in their cunts sends them into shrieking orgasms.

You look to the dimestore Santa. He is now sporting impressive wood, visible even through the baggy velour.

"Now, go over to Santa and apologise to him the best way two sluts know how!" you order, smacking each upturned set of cheeks with the freed cane as they crawl over to the red-suited man.

Visions of his sugar plum danced in their heads as they saw him pull his stiff cock out of his suit and lay it on the soft velour, the purple head glistening with pre-cum.

They each take turns suckling the prick, until it nears explosion. Then, they feel him pull their heads back, stopping him from cumming.

As they reorient themselves, sitting back on their haunches, they both take notice of the 8x10 of them in a frame on the endtable next to the chair. It is them with their wish to the professor, taken earlier on Santa's lap. Santa takes off his cap and beard as they watch.They are stunned at who is under it. It's Professor Harding!

"You're going to get what you were looking for, ladies! Now, turn around!"

Thanks to your earlier phone call, the professor was able to come down and receive his gift before it fell into the wrong hands, like the wife's. And you even offered an unexpected bonus.

"Oh, you are soo tight!" says the professor as he pumps Janelle from behind. But then aren't all you campus teases!" He keeps banging the shit out of the whimpering coed until she comes, then moves over to the alabaster-skinned Megan.

"Don't worry, Megan, I really do like your picture, especially the way your titties show through the blouse you have on!" he commends as he pistons into another tight box. "All the faculty will see it, as a matter of fact! I'll hang it right above my desk for Christmas!"

Megan moaned outwardly at the thought, coming immediately.

"Turn to face Santa, girls!" you order.

They obey, and are rewarded with a faceful of cum each.

"God bless us, everyone!" you giggle as you mimic Tiny Tim and exit to the main stage.

As you help the little deers with the children, you realize it is almost that time again. Santa's last break of the night.