To my dismay, I did not win, but Mary did. As the men were being judged, I looked for my hunky Santa, but didn’t see him anywhere. ‘Looking for ...e?’ was whispered in my ear. Before I could turn around, he put his arms tightly around my waist and pulled my ass up against his dick. I could feel how hard it was. I let out a giggle and turned around, meeting his eyes. ‘Why aren’t you up there?’ ‘Well, you were the only girl in the contest I was attracted to, why would I try to win if you weren’t. ’ Abby took a deep breath and undid the buttons of her blouse. George watched as she undressed. She saw the interest in his eyes grow to hunger. She dropped her blouse to the floor and undid her brassiere, freeing her breasts. The old George would have offered to help undress her, ever helpful and eager to speed along the process. This George watched, savouring her actions and enjoying the show. It was a subtle change, but one that thrilled her and made her a little self-conscious. She unzipped. She ran her tongue over the head of his cock, tasting his cum. "Here it comes, cunt, let it run over your tongue, I want you to tastemy cum." Rebecca felt it begin to shoot, running from his balls, along his cock,to shoot out the head. She ran her tongue over it as it began to shoot. Shealmost choked from the first blast of the vile cum filled her mouth. Sheswallowed the load as fast as she could, the cum feeling heavy and salty. Bytime she got the first load down, a second more powerful. As with all teenage boys, with their testosterone levels like a rocket ship, I knew a downright refusal was not an option. Besides, I was horny as well. Ten minutes of tongue kissing, tit mauling and general groping saw my tits bare and his cock protruding from his shorts.He guided my hand to the hard cock and I began to rub. He never complained, but I found out by experience, it must have felt as though I was strangling a chicken.It only took about a minute, but that was a minute I will never.