Santa's Present (2/3)

A girl wishes to Santa Claus for popularity among boys and a good sex with them. And her wish is granted. Part 2/3

Neither Tim nor Dad mentioned what had happened in my room. We all tried to act natural and spare Mom from any suspicions. Eventually, we relaxed enough to laugh while talking about the usual nonsense, and then we went to watch a movie on TV.

Sitting on the sofa in my pajamas, wonderfully squeezed between Mom and Dad, I tried to sort things out. What exactly have I got from Santa?

First, I obviously enjoyed being naked and exposed to everyone's gaze. I teased them and pulled them to me like a siren. I, who never dared to wear an open swimsuit!

Second, they have been pulled. Three out of three, if you count Santa. I giggled silently. They were obviously frightened by how wrong it was, but that didn't stop them for a moment from losing their heads.

Third, the magic seemed to be on pause when I was clothed. Phew. I imagined being permanently surrounded by a bunch of drooling hard-dicked zombies. Not that it sounded entirely unappealing, mind you. But still, good to have an off switch.

Fourth, it all felt wonderful.

And fifth, I already felt the rising urge to get naked again. It felt... uncomfortable to wear clothes. Too tight, too hot, too irritating. And the longer I kept them on, the more this feeling grew inside me, like a little bubble of pressure just waiting to burst. Well. Let's see how long I can endure it before I start tearing them off me.

***

After Christmas, life went back to... well, not to "normal". Nothing about me was the old normal anymore. I went back to school, but the girl who walked into the halls wasn't the same one who'd left for the holiday. The old Maggie had tried to make herself invisible. The new one felt an acute, almost painful, urge to be looked at.

I could feel the guys’ gazes on me, even when they weren't looking directly at me. Our history teacher, Mr. Harrison, stumbleв over his words when I came in. The janitor who mopped the floors froze, his eyes glued to my compact butt when I walked by. The boys in the hallway... some of them snickered, pointed, whispering out of old habit "carpenter's dream" (flat as a board, you know), but others... others stared. There was a hunger in their eyes that I was only just beginning to understand. And the longer I was around them, clothed, the more I felt their stares, the more the pressure inside me built. The more I wanted to rip my shirt – and everything – off, and let them feel my siren's call. Let them see what they were missing, what they could have. What they were made to have.

The looks I got... the shift in the atmosphere... it was intoxicating. A high far better than anything I felt before. It wasn't just the boys. The girls looked too. Sometimes with scorn, sometimes with a kind of horrified curiosity. I caught Mia, one of the popular girls, giving me a disgusted up-and-down glance before whispering to her friends. It made me feel hot all over.

The pressure kept building.

The breaking point came after gym class. The class was hard enough on its own. We were playing volleyball. Every jump, every stretch of my arms to hit the ball over the net, and every quick lunge were a constant tease to my body. My baggy gym clothes did nothing to hide my build. They still blocked my magic, but nothing else. It was a poor game; both sides were dropping the ball the whole time. But I managed to hold off.

In the locker room, the girls surrounded me, giggling excitedly.

"Meg! What happened? Did you get a push-up bra for Christmas?" Bethany, my deskmate, asked with her usual cheerful smile. Her eyes were genuinely friendly. She was the kind of "nice" girl, and my desire to corrupt her innocence felt surprisingly strong.

"Nah! Still flat!" I grinned, fighting the urge to take off my T-shirt. Instead, I just pulled it tighter against my chest.

"You look different! Your shoulders are more open, I guess?" Chloe, a quiet girl from the back row, whispered. Even my least close classmates had noticed that something had changed.

I laughed it off, my cheeks flushing. "Just a new vitamin complex, maybe."

Then, the tension became unbearable. I felt hot and dizzy. Everything floated before my eyes as if I were about to faint. But I knew it wasn't about fainting.

"Sorry, girls..." I muttered. "I need to get to the restroom, fast! Go without me, I'll catch up!"

I ran to the hallway. But instead of going to the restroom, I turned toward the boys' locker room.

I expected it to be messier than the girls' one, but it was clean enough. And louder. Half-naked boys laughed, shouted, and slapped each other on the back. And the strong smell of their sweat, that masculine odor, mmm... Someone noticed me and elbowed his neighbor.

"Meg? What the fuck? Guys! Look who's here! What's up, Meg?"

In the center of their gazes, as if under the spotlights, I kicked off my sneakers and, in two quick motions, broke free from both the top and bottom. Ohh the relief! I stretched and turned to the sides, then rested my hands behind my head. Sigh. If I had breasts, they would be sticking out at their faces right now. But this was still enough to turn the noise into dead silence.

"That is! I need your time, boys..."

They froze for a second, their expressions shifting from surprise to something more primal, their stares becoming the same sort of glassy I already saw in my brother and father. Then there was a chorus of appreciative whistles.

"Damn, Maggie," said Jake, a wide-shouldered football player I'd crushed on for ages. "I always thought you were shy."

"Surprise," I purred, letting my hands drift down my sides. The thrill was immeasurable, the power coursing through me like an electric current. These were the boys I'd desperately wanted to notice me, and now I had all their attention, all their desire, laser-focused on my naked, skinny body. This must be what it feels like to be a rockstar.

The pressure that had been building inside me vanished, replaced by a giddy, triumphant energy. I stepped further into the room, my bare feet silent on the cool, tiled floor. The boys started moving closer, a silent pack of predators drawn to a strange new scent. Their earlier camaraderie was gone, replaced by a charged, competitive hunger. Only their prey craved the same thing.

"So," Jake said, taking a step forward, his confidence appearing undaunted. “You just walked in here naked and expect us to stand still?” His intense gaze roamed every inch of me. His boxers bulged at the front. Oh, he had a big one!

"Absolutely not! I expect you to finally move!" I spread my knees a bit. Okay, with their blood emergency-redirected from their brains, they might be a little slow, but they should get the hint, shouldn't they? I smiled and wiggled my hips.

And they finally got it. One more guy, Mark, maybe? the slender boy with glasses came up from behind me and whispered into my ear: "May I... may I touch your butt?" What a gentleman!

Without turning my head, I just hummed affirmatively. His hands, slightly rough and a bit sweaty, came to rest on my hips, then slid down to my butt. A soft moan escaped my lips, and my back arched instinctively. "Don't stop there." This simple gesture acted like a starting gun. Two more pairs of hands were on me, exploring my back and stomach with a clumsy, desperate hunger. A fourth boy – Kevin, a shy freshman I barely knew – nervously leaned forward, pressing his open mouth to my right breast. That sensation made my knees buckle, the tingling turned into a wave of fire. I tilted my head back, sighing in pleasure. Jake claimed my lips, and my tongue darted into his mouth, tasting him, claiming him at last.

One of the boys – Mark's fingers were trembling – found my slit and slid a finger inside. I was already slick. The finger went in easily, then a second one joined. I gasped.

"Mmm... Boys, don't stop, don't stop... I'm all yours..."

A chorus of "Fuck yes" and "Oh shit" filled the room, punctuated by heavy breaths and the rustle of clothes. They were stripping now, pulling off jeans and boxers, their bodies suddenly revealed to me in the bright, humming lights of the locker room. So many cocks. Hard, long, thick, some with a proud curve, others pointing straight up. All for me.

"I want all of you," I gasped, pulling away from Jake's kiss to look at the sea of naked, aroused teenage flesh. Then I stroke his hard-on. "Don't be shy."

Jake didn't need a second invitation. He grabbed my waist, turned me to face the nearby bench, and bent me over it. In one swift motion, he buried himself in my wet and ready slit, making me cry out, this sharp, piercing stretch was a new record! But I welcomed it, oh how I welcomed it. "Yes!" I screamed as he started thrusting with a primal rhythm. My hands clutched the cool, hard metal of the bench, my knuckles white. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingled with my moans and their grunts.

Kevin, bless his innocent face, scrambled onto the bench in front of me and directed his cock to my lips. Rocking back and forward from Jake's thrusts, with my eyes hazed and half-closed, I just opened my mouth wider. He's rightly taken it for yes and pushed past my teeth. His size was modest, but the feeling of having two cocks in me at once was incredible. More, I wanted more.

The rest of the boys surrounded me, some watching intently, some stroking themselves, waiting for their turn. Mark, my gentleman, who still fingered my pussy along with Jake's cock massaging its inside, finally got bold enough to join. As Jake pulled out for a moment, giving someone else a chance, Mark took his place, but he aimed higher. A pressure against my puckered, untouched asshole made me flinch. He spat on it and quickly rubbed it with a thumb. I moaned.

"Just relax," he panted, pushing forward slowly. I'd never imagined anal; I hadn't even thought about it. But the pressure gave way to a strange, intense fullness as he slid in. It was painful, yes, a burning, stretching pain that made my toes curl, but beneath it was a dark, twisted pleasure that I hadn't anticipated. "Oh, my God..." I moaned around Kevin's dick, my whole body trembling. In a few moments, I've got a mouthful of cum.

Since that moment, I have had no rest at all. One after another, often two at a time (Mark remained in my ass for a while, and someone new slid under me to pull me up and fuck me from the front as well), they used me. They'd fuck me on my back, with my legs thrown over their shoulders, from behind, with my face pressed against the locker, my body bouncing between them as if I had no bones. They'd lay me on the floor, and while one had me on top, my slit was available for them to lick and tease. Cum leaked from me, some from my lips after they came in my mouth, some from my ass after they filled it, too, and so much from my stretched and sore pussy. The bell for the next class rang, but, fortunately, gym was our last one, so nobody bothered. I was in a state of perpetual, orgasmic bliss.

"Who wants me to swallow again?" I whispered through the haze when there was a brief pause.

I've got an instant, enthusiastic response.

It was a complete mess – a symphony of grunts, slaps, slurps, and my endless, blissful moans. The world faded away. The only reality was the cocks filling me, the hands roaming my body, the taste of their cum on my tongue, and the glorious, raw orgasmic waves crushing over my body.

Finally, they slowed down. I rubbed my eyes from sperm and cautiously opened them. The clock above the door told me that we spent a good two hours here! I felt won-der-ful. Well. It might be a good idea to put on something before someone else decides to check on the noise.

They helped me into the shower stall and handed me my clothes after I stepped out. My whole body ached in a good way. They cheered as they got dressed as well. Jake hugged my waist and kissed me; I returned the kiss. Mark looked worried.

"Meg... did we hurt you?" He whispered in horror. "I..."

"It was the best day of my life, Mark," I gave him a tired but happy smile. "All of you. Every single moment. I've never dreamed of that."

"Will we, mmm, repeat it sometime?" Kevin grinned, caressing my hip.

I laughed. "I plan to repeat it every day or so!"

They roared.