christmas anike

The gymnasium of Hemera University transformed into a spectacle of debauchery under the guise of a Christmas Charity Toy Drive. The air buzzed with anticipation as Dusty, Fleur, Tristabelle, Giselle, and Sofi strutted in, each clad in the skimpiest, sluttiest Christmas bikinis imaginable. Red and green barely covered their ample assets, turning the event into a visual feast for the drooling male virgins who lined up, eagerly awaiting their ‘toys.’

Dusty, her double D’s practically spilling out, sauntered over to a nervous-looking teen, her country drawl thick as molasses. “Well, sugar, wanna unwrap yer Christmas present early?” She handed him a fleshlight, her manicured fingers lingering a bit too long. The kid blushed furiously, stammering a thank you as he clutched the silicone toy like it was the Holy Grail.

Fleur, ever the provocateur, grabbed a pocket pussy and sidled up to a skinny guy with glasses. “Oow, I know what you’re thinking, “Fleur, why would I need one of these when I got my hand?” Well, let me tell ya, this ain’t your average jerk toy. This here is as close as you’re ever gonna get to the real thing without me having to file a restraining order. Bet ya never had somethin’ this tight ’round yer cock, huh?” she teased, the brunette whore’s Boston accent sharpening her already cutting words. The guy’s eyes widened, his face a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he took the toy, muttering something about it being a “nice Christmas gift.”

Fleur announced, “First five nerds to correctly guess my bra size get one of these babies signed by yours truly. Ready, set, go!” She teased and shook her juggies like the demonic slut she was bred to be.

A tiny black guy nervously approached Fleur, clearly intimidated by her radiating hotness and devilish vulgarity.

But the BBC hound exclaimed upon seeing him, “Damn, boy, you stick a cucumber in your pants before you cum to these events? amn, I never thought I’d be jealous of a fucking fleshlight, but you’ve managed to change that. Alright, kiddo, let’s see what you got. Go ahead, drop your pants, and let’s see how you measure up.”

Fleur, the epitome of a sleazy succubus, smirked at the scrawny black kid, her eyes gleaming with that predatory glint only a woman of her vile nature could possess. With a slow, teasing motion, the red lipped hoe reached into her barely-there bikini top, pulling out a measuring tape as if it were a magic trick performed by a cheap magician at a seedy bar. Her bright red nails glinted under the fluorescent lights of the gymnasium, contrasting starkly against the dark skin of the trembling teen in front of her.

“Well, come on, let’s see what you’re packin’ under those tighty-whities,” Fleur taunted, her voice dripping with a mixture of disdain and lecherous excitement. The kid, clearly out of his depth, hesitated for a moment before awkwardly unzipping his pants, his nervousness palpable in the humid air.

Fleur stepped closer, her body almost touching his, her massive tits barely contained by the thin fabric of her bikini. She pressed the cold metal of the measuring tape against his now-exposed, surprisingly large black cock, her eyes widening in mock surprise. “Well, I’ll be damned, looks like you’ve been hiding a monster, haven’t you?” she said, her voice a mix of vulgar awe and condescension.

The tape snaked around his throbbing erection, Fleur taking her sweet time, making sure to drag it slowly, letting the tension build in the room. She read out the numbers loudly, ensuring everyone in the vicinity was aware of this boy’s manhood, turning him into a spectacle for their perverse entertainment. “Eight inches strong and growing! Not bad for a little guy like you,” the muscled up hottie sneered, treating him like nothing more than a piece of dark meat, an object for her amusement and lewd curiosity

Amidst the cacophony of the toy drive, a tall, lanky black guy sporting a Hemera University volleyball jersey spotted Dusty strutting about, her massive tits barely contained by her festive bikini. He sidled up to her, his voice tinged with excitement and a hint of lust, “Hey, Dusty, you’re the superstar of the volleyball team. Can I get your autograph on my fleshlight? It’d mean the world to me.”

Dusty, in all her Southern charm and brazen vulgarity, flashed a wicked grin and looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on his crotch. “Well, ain’t you a sweet little dark thing? But I got somethin’ better in mind for you, darlin’.” The big titty teen tart grabbed him by the arm, pulling him closer until she could whisper in his ear, the scent of her heavy perfume intoxicating. “How ’bout I sign my name on them big black nuts of yours? That way, you’ll have a piece of Dusty with you, wherever you go.”

Unless he was to take a shower.

The black kid’s eyes widened in shock, a mix of terror and excitement flushing his cheeks as Dusty boldly unzipped his pants, yanking them down with a roughness that suggested years of handling such affairs. She knelt in front of him, right there in the middle of the gym, the crowd around them murmuring with a mix of disgust and arousal.

Pulling out a sharpie from her barely-there bikini, Dusty grabbed his balls firmly, making him wince. She started scrawling ‘Dusty Blackwood’ across his dark testicles, her touch unapologetically invasive. “There ya go, sugar,” she cooed, patting his balls gently as if they were a prized possession. “Now you can jerk off knowin’ Dusty Blackwood was here.”

The big boobied bumpkin stood up, adjusting her bikini top to ensure her tits remained on full display, the embodiment of a sex object designed for the pleasure of others. The black guy, still reeling from the unexpected encounter, muttered a thank you. Dusty kissed him on the cheek as a you’re welcome.

Tristabelle, ever the submissive elf, bent over provocatively to hand out her toys, ensuring every guy got a good view of her tight golden brown ass. “Please, sir, take this and enjoy your holiday,” she purred, her voice dripping with practiced innocence. The men around her stammered, some reaching out hesitantly to take the fleshlights and pocket pussies, others boldly groping her as she giggled and played along.

Their gazes zeroed in on her crotch, where her festive bikini bottom clung to her like a second skin, outlining the delicate folds of her pussy lips. The camel toe was so glaringly obvious, it was like she had a fucking neon sign pointing straight at her cunt. The bulge at the base of her bikini, where her soaking wet, eager folds were visible, sent a singular message: this elf princess was on offer. Her labia, like the rest of her, was overly indulgent, swollen, and ready for use. A gift for the taking, her crown jewels, her holy grail, whatever blasphemous metaphor you want to use, were on full display for the pleasure of the Hemera University virgins.

“Holy shit, man, check out the outline on that!” one of the nerds exclaimed, his voice cracking with pubescent excitement. His buddy, a scrawny kid with coke-bottle glasses, leaned in, his eyes crossing as he tried to get a better look.

“Dude, that’s gotta be the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen!” he gushed, adjusting his glasses like it would somehow give him X-ray vision.

“Fascinating,” one virgin muttered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He circled her like a vulture, his gaze never wavering from the outline of her labia. “The labia majora appear to be exceptionally engorged, indicating a high level of arousal. The symmetry is remarkable, suggesting optimal sexual health and fertility.”

Around them, other nerds snickered, their eyes darting between the lewd spectacle and their own fleshlights, their minds no doubt racing with fantasies of plowing the elf princess.

Tristabelle, oblivious to their leering, continued to prance around, handing out fleshlights like she was some sort of demented, slutty Santa. Each time she bent over, her ass cheeks parted just enough to give the virgins a glimpse of her tight little asshole, winking at them like a fucking Christmas miracle.

Princess Tristabelle bent over, her golden skin glowing under the gymnasium lights, a beacon for the drooling masses of virgins. The sight of her tight, elfin ass barely contained by the scraps of her festive bikini set their loins aflame. One of the nerds, a scrawny kid with acne scars and braces, couldn’t resist the temptation. His hand shot out, fingers trembling as they brushed against her smooth ass cheek. Tristabelle didn’t flinch, instead, she giggled, a sound that only egged the kid on.

The kid’s face turned a deeper shade of crimson as he boldly cupped her tight ass, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. Around them, other virgins took this as a signal, their hands reaching out, groping and pawing at the whore princess, each touch more daring than the last.

“Yo, bro, feel that tight ass!” another shouted, his hands sliding down Tristabelle’s hips towards her barely covered crotch. She moaned softly, playing her part as the perfect sex toy, encouraging their lewd advances. The air was thick with the musk of aroused virgins, their hands roaming over her body.

Tristabelle’s giggles filled the air, a sound as vapid and empty as her adorable lil head. The dumb elf bimbo reveled in the attention as the horde of virgins circled her like hungry wolves, their hands eagerly roaming over her golden skin. Her tight, toned ass was a magnet for their grubby paws, each grope a testament to their unchecked lust for this golden-skinned piece of meat. The scene was a glorious ode to the power of a good pair of tits and a tight ass to turn even the most socially awkward into brazen gropers.

“Gentlemen, we have before us a prime example of female anatomy at its finest,” the first nerd declared, his voice echoing through the gymnasium. “The golden skin, the perfect symmetry, the sheer inviting nature of her nether regions… it’s a wonder of nature, truly.”

From the sidelines, Dusty and Fleur watched with amused smirks, their own bodies being ogled by other depraved attendees.

Dusty’s mammoth mammaries jiggled as she chuckled at the sight, “Look at that, Fleur, she’s getting more action than a BBC in a trailer park!”

Fleur laughed, “Yeah, and ain’t it just like a dumb elf to enjoy being treated like a bukkake target?”

Giselle, true to her bimbo nature, bounced around, her gigantic tits barely contained by the thin fabric of her bikini. “Like, oh my god, these are totally the best toys ever!” she exclaimed, thrusting a fleshlight into a guy’s hands. “You’ll be thanking me later!” The recipient chuckled, eyes fixed on her chest rather than the toy.

One particularly nerdy kid was a little reluctant due to shyness and barely looked Giselle in the eye as he took the Fleshlight.

But Giselle leaned in close mashing her hefty hooters against his scrawny arm, “Just pretend it’s me, you hit me with a Hold Person spell, holding my ponytail, and then your big cock becomes Entangled in my pussy and then my big ass gets Dominated by your cock and my pussy gets massively Drenched.”

You’d have to be a big nerd to understand those references and that kid was. Big enough that he tented in his pants and shot a wad of precum against his zipper.

A 55 year old professor (what was he doing here?!) with thick glasses approached Giselle, lecherously asking her, “Well now, are you a dance major? I can tell with how graceful you are!”

The man needed thicker glasses.

Anyway, Giselle responded with the unpracticed ease of someone who rarely gets compliment, “Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa? I mean oh yeah! I been known to shake my groove thang!”

Giselle, tried to shimmy and shake her way into something resembling a sexy dance. She gyrated her hips awkwardly, her movements more reminiscent of a malfunctioning robot than a seductive temptress. Her arms flailed about, lacking any semblance of rhythm or coordination. It was a pathetic display, akin to watching a newborn giraffe attempt to walk for the first time. The other girls watched, their expressions a mix of amusement and pity, as Giselle made a fool of herself.

The professor, a wrinkled relic with more years behind him than ahead, licked his lips in anticipation. His rheumy eyes were fixated on the jiggle of Giselle’s massive melons, his mind racing with perverse fantasies. “Oh, yes, shake that fat ass,,” he muttered under his breath, his cock hardening at the thought of those bouncing tits in his hands.

Giselle was oblivious to her own ridiculousness and continued her pathetic attempt at dancing. Her big tits flopped around like two giant water balloons, drawing the attention of every horny male in the vicinity. The professor, in his lust-fueled haze, couldn’t care less about her lack of rhythm or the fact that she looked like a complete idiot. All he saw were those perfect, bouncing jugs, and it was all he needed to fuel his twisted desires.

Sofi, her phone perpetually in hand, snapped selfies with each virgin, ensuring her ass was prominently featured in every shot. “Smile, baby, you’re gonna be famous on my feed!” she cooed, handing out pocket pussies like they were candy. Her brown skin glistened under the gym lights, drawing stares and whispers about her being “prime stroke material.”

Sofi, her eyes scanning the room through the lens of her ever-present phone, caught sight of a shy virgin huddled in the corner, his gaze fixed on the floor, too intimidated to engage with the raucous display around him. Her glossy lips curled into a predatory smile as she pocketed her phone, eager to add another conquest to her social media empire.

With a sashay that made her massive, round ass jiggle provocatively, Sofi strutted over to the trembling boy, her tight jeans barely containing her curves. The room watched, some with admiration, others with envy, as she closed in on her prey.

“Hey there, cutie,” Sofi purred, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. “Why you hiding over here when all the fun is with me?” Without waiting for a response, she turned around, her back to the boy, and began to twerk her fat black ass right against his crotch. The rhythm of her movements was hypnotic, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh drawing more eyes to the spectacle as she ground into him.

The boy, caught off guard and overwhelmed, shuddered as the warmth and softness of Sofi’s massive ass enveloped him. It was a sensation he had only dreamed of, and now here it was, unbidden and unasked for, pushing him over the edge. With a stifled groan, he came in his pants, the evidence of his premature climax soaking through the fabric and marking him as another notch on this dirty thot’s belt.

Sofi, feeling the telltale dampness against her, smirked triumphantly, turning to face him with a look of mocking pity. “Aww, did I make you feel good, baby? Don’t worry, it’ll be all over my feed. You’ll be famous for a whole thirty seconds.” She snapped a quick selfie with the flushed and embarrassed virgin, making sure to capture his humiliation for her followers’ entertainment.

The scene was a chaotic blend of lust and charity, the women reduced to their most basic function—pleasing men. The virgins ogled and groped the girls with the entitlement of kings at a feast. The virgins, emboldened by the girls’ blatant objectification, grew more aggressive in their groping. Hands reached out, squeezing tits and asses, their laughter growing cruder and more vulgar with each passing moment. The girls, for their part, played along, giggling and moaning like the good little sluts they were.

The boys would go home with their new toys, their minds filled with the images of these hoes, and they would jerk off to the memory of this night for years to come