Note 1: I wasn't going to write anything special for Christmas, but, all of a sudden, I came up with an awesome idea that it would be a shame to ignore.

Note 2: The girls that appear in this chapter are from the 'Dorothy and the Wizard of Oz' series. (2017, Warner Bros, Boomerang Channel)

Do you know what really pisses me off? When someone wishes me Merry Christmas or mentions Christmas at all in my presence before the 1st of December. Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas itself, but do we have to prepare for it two months beforehand? As if there is nothing else interesting to do with our existence? Come on!

For all my annoyance, the mall in the city close to the academy had already been decorated in Christmas style, even though it was still November! Moreover, they needed someone to play Santa Claus, you know, for the kids. One of those fake Santas (as if there is a real Santa, lol) sitting on a throne in the mall, the underage visitors forming a queue and passing, one after another, sitting on the Santa's lap and making requests, which, essentially, they make for their parents standing nearby to hear.

Despite what I said above, I decided to apply for that job. Why? Well, if Asuna or any of my girls asked me, the official reason would be 'to earn some extra cash'. But the true reason was that I loved the thought of all those female kids sitting on my lap and stimulating my crotch in ways their undeveloped brains couldn't imagine yet! Yeah, I know I'm a horrible person!

Therefore, it was no wonder I was so delighted to hear I had finally taken that job! Truth be told, there were fat and ugly candidates who were much more appropriate for that role, since Santa, too, is fat and ugly. I think the only reason I was hired was because the one who conducted the interviews was female and she seemed into me!

So here I was, in the mall, dressed in red, wearing a Christmas hood, with a fake beard attached. Tee hee hee, if only the parents nearby knew what pervy thoughts the Santa Claus whose lap their kids were sitting on at that moment was making! And what made me even luckier was that, that day, most of the children waiting in the queue were girls.

Anyway, at some point, two little girls walked onto the platform. They looked about 7-8 years old.

'Umm, may we make our request together, Mister Santa Claus?' one of them asked, batting her eyes in an innocent (but also sensual in my pedophiliac eyes) manner. She had black eyes and red, middle length hair, two pigtails on either side of her head. She was wearing a blue-white, checkered, one piece, sleeveless dress (the skirt reaching about her knee level) with a short sleeved, white t shirt underneath, white socks and red slippers.

She spoke English. She and her friend didn't look Japanese. Probably, they were here for vacation.

I looked around. I didn't see any security guard. So, even though that was against the rules, I could take the initiative and allow it.

'Sure, my little miss,' I smiled kindly at her, speaking English in my Japanese accent. 'Are you two sisters?'

'Oh, no, we're friends,' the other girl spoke. She had black eyes and long, blonde hair. She was wearing a maxi, green, one piece dress that practically covered her entire body from the neck down. 'I'm Ozma by the way. My good friend, Dorothy, and I have come here with our parents.'

She pointed at four people (her and Dorothy's parents) waving and smiling at me. If they knew what I really am, they would murder me!

'Okay, kiddos,' I perkily patted my lap, thus beckoning to them to sit. 'Here we go.'

Ozma and Dorothy both sat on my lap. 'So, where are you from, girls?' I asked.

'We're from Kansas,' Dorothy answered.

'Kansas?' Ozma raised an eyebrow. 'I thought it was called The Land of Oz.'

'We've been over this, Ozma,' Dorothy rolled her eyes. 'Kansas has NOT been renamed after you.'

It seemed Ozma was the 'special head' type whereas Dorothy acted as the voice of reason in their friendship. (Well, as much as a 7 year old can be the voice of reason.)

The girls started describing to me, in vivid detail, the stuff they wanted for Christmas. During that description, I barely heard one word or two of everything they said; I was too absorbed thinking how gorgeous they were and watching their sexy movements, such as Dorothy swinging her little legs or Ozma flailing her arms in an attempt to make her description even more detailed. From time to time, I would just nod, in order to make them believe I was listening, while also making (supposedly by chance but actually on purpose) other, seemingly innocent and random movements, such as caressing Ozma's long hair for a moment (touching her neck a little), placing my palm on Dorothy's exposed leg for another moment, holding one girl's or the other girl's hand for a while etc

My crotch was about to burst! Oh, please, let them not notice!

'So, did you understand everything, Mister Santa?' Ozma asked for confirmation in the end.

'Wha... umm... I mean, yeah. I promise I'll bring you all presents you asked for,' I said, knowing that, as soon as they left that place, that would be their parents' problem.

I couldn't wait to go home. As soon as I was back in the dorm, I would tell all my girlfriends that 'I had a headache', then isolate myself in my room and jack off to my heart's content to the memory of those two lolis.

The girls happily hopped off my lap. They would now leave, never to be seen by me again. Or so I thought!

For, that moment, an earthquake broke out! The whole mall was now being violently shaken. The place was flooded with noises; chunks of stone falling off as well as human screams.

Dorothy's and Ozma's parents tried to reach for them, but a chunk of stone that fell between them and their kids not only blocked their way but also created an enormous cloud of dust, blurring our vision.

Instinctively, before starting running away, I grabbed both Dorothy's and Ozma's little bodies, saving them just in time from a beam that was almost certain to kill them had it hit them. I ran, carrying the two girls with me, each in one arm, my vision blurred by the dust. I was desperately trying to find a shelter; something, anything. All I could hear around was screams. Sometimes, I was almost knocked down by running people and barely managed to remain standing, knowing full well that, if I fell right now, the girls and I would almost certainly be stomped to death before we could react.

Eventually, I managed to find shelter in a room which I presumed to be a warehouse. Ignoring the two girls' screams and protests, I shoved them under a table before I crawled under it too. Large chunks of rock and beams fell in front of the door. By the time the earthquake was over, the exit to the room was blocked.

At least we were saved (thank God), but it seemed we were trapped here.

I let go of the girls, whom I had been hugging protectively until then, and emerged from under the table, the girls following me soon after. We looked around. At least the lamp that illuminated the place was still working, otherwise we would be practically blind.

'Oh, no, what are we going to do now?' Dorothy placed her palms on either side of her head and cried in a theatrical manner, reminding me a little of the way Dora the Explorer talked.

'Well, in the worst case, we will stay here until we die of thirst or asphyxiation,' Ozma declared cheerfully, as if she was saying something totally casual!

How do those two kids function?

Suddenly, Dorothy half closed her eyes and moved her eyebrows up and down in an unintentionally seductive manner. Gosh, had her parents ever seen her taking that expression? That girl was sexy beyond her years! 'I think I know how we will get out of here,' she said.

She walked over to a box (it was only then that I realized that that was a toy warehouse) took out a club and started slamming it against the debris blocking the door.

'Dorothy,' I called out.

She ignored me and kept up her attempts.

'Dorothy!' I snapped, causing her to stop and look at me.

I sighed. 'Don't sweat it,' I carried on. 'It's futile. Our only hope now is that the rescuing team discovers and releases us.'

'What about you, Mister Santa?' Dorothy clasped her hands together and batted her eyes, full of hope. 'Can't you do something to get us out of here? Some spell? You're Santa Claus for goodness sake!'

I sighed. At a time like that, it was time I stopped that bullshit. 'No, I'm not,' I said grimly.

Before Dorothy's surprised eyes (while Ozma was playing with a dollhouse, oblivious to everything), I removed my red costume, leaving myself only with the clothes I was wearing underneath: my usual, black t shirt and my trousers the same color.

'You're not Santa?' Dorothy gasped, her cute, black eyes widened.

I shook my head no. 'I'm just Kirito. A normal fucking teenager. I cannot do shit to save you, girls. I'm sorry I disappointed you.'

I sat on the floor and hugged my knees, trying not to cry.

'Oh, no,' Dorothy started pacing the room, her hands on either side of the head. 'I can't believe we're gonna die here. There was so much I wanted to do in my life.' I could tell she, too, was struggling not to cry.

At some point, she approached me and tapped my knee, thus drawing my attention. 'What will you miss the most when we're dead, Mister Kirito?' she tried to initiate small talk.

'Sex,' I answered instinctively, realizing the very next moment that that was not a response appropriate for a little girl.

I widened my eyes in the realization of my goof and raised them to her. 'Umm, do you know what sex is?' I asked.

'More or less,' Dorothy answered. 'I mean, I have seen some scenes in movies where a grown up man and woman hug each other in bed and kiss and asked my mom and she told me that it would be a long time before I grew up and started having such desires, and I was like, 'I will never have a desire for that, even when I'm grown up.'

I chuckled, for all my sorrow. 'Well, I guess you'll never have a chance to grow up and see if you want to do it anyway,' I commented.

'Then let me see it now,' she snapped determinedly.

Lol, she's cute when she's deter... WAIT, WHAT?

I stared at her, eyes widened. 'Since we're going to die soon, I want to try as much adult stuff as I can,' she explained.

I gulped. I know that kids her age normally are like 'Sex, eek,' but I guess that, when facing death, people, regardless of age, think and act differently.

Dorothy turned to her blonde friend, who was still kneeling on the floor and playing with toys. 'Ozma,' she called out. 'Come over here. We're going to have sex.'

'Okey dokey,' Ozma replied, without a care in the world, and approached us!

I hugged both girls simultaneously. We were now all kneeling, in one another's arms. We could feel one another's breaths. Both Dorothy and Ozma took serious expressions, breathing heavily, unsure of what exactly was going to happen. Nevertheless, their expressions were no longer suggestive of two little girls.

'For now,' I whispered, 'we're just three adults. Three adults that will do really adult stuff. Okay?'

Ozma and Dorothy nodded.

I started removing their dresses slowly, while kissing their necks and shoulders, stimulating their nerve endings. The two girls had now their eyes closed and were sighing, which was evidence that they had started sexually getting into it.

When their dresses were off, I stuck my lips to Dorothy and made out with her for a while. Then I did the same to Ozma. Dorothy seemed more reciprocal, with her little hands around my neck and stroking my nape, whereas Ozma seemed more confused, though it was obvious both of them were enjoying it. Finally, I grabbed the heads of both girls and joined our lips in a three way kiss, eliciting a moan of surprise, which I was not sure whether came from Ozma or Dorothy.

I gently pushed the two girls on the floor. They were now lying on their backs and staring at me in uncertainty.

I lowered my upper body and removed Ozma's dark green shoes and stockings the same color, while kissing the yummy, shiny flesh of her lower limbs. Then I removed Dorothy's socks and slippers; when I was done, I took her feet in my hands and planted kisses on the bridges.

The two girls were now left only with their respective underpants on. Dorothy's underpants were blue, with red hearts, and Ozma's underpants were Spongebob themed.

I stood up for a minute and fully stripped myself to nudity at lightning speed. Then I knelt again and started kissing the bodies of both girls alternately. I enjoyed their breastless chests, their bellies, their necks, their thighs. I turned them over and, for a while, enjoyed their backs and groped whatever part of their tight asses their underpants left exposed. I even kissed their calves and soles!

I turned them over again and started removing their underpants. Now they both were nude, as they were when they came out of their respective mothers' pussies!

I gently got on top of Dorothy and inserted my dick in her tight pussy.

'Oh, my,' Ozma, who was watching us (lying on her back and with her head turned to the side) gasped.

'OH, MY,' Dorothy gasped louder than her friend as I was trying to fit my reproductive organ in her hole. 'Is this what people do during sex, Mister Kirito?'

'First of all, call me just Kirito,' I answered, with my cock now almost all the way in.

'Okay, Just Kirito,' Dorothy nodded amid her moans of discomfort, causing me to facepalm.

'Secondly,' I carried on, 'yes, this is how sex is performed. Want me to stop?'

'No!' Dorothy snapped, wrapping her little arms and legs around me. 'I want to be an adult at least once before I die.'

And so, I began thrusting. My moans of pleasure mingled with Dorothy's moans of pain, though, from time to time, she would let out a moan of pleasure as well. Whenever she found the chance to do so, she stroked and kissed my chest; I would then reciprocate by groping her legs or lean to kiss her neck or lips. Also, sometimes, I would lean to the side to grope or kiss some body part of Ozma's. All the while, my thrusts didn't stop!

'This... this is awesome...' Dorothy panted at some point. 'I'm about to feel... that thing that I feel when I play with my pee pee hole in the bed at night.'

I understood that she meant she was about to have an orgasm! Well, time to cut loose!

'Dorothy,' I warned her. 'You will now feel as if I'm peeing inside you. Don't freak out by that. Okay?'

'Okay,' the girl panted.

And so, we reached a simultaneous orgasm, the girl's little hands clawing my back as I blew an enormous load of cum in her pussy!

I got off her. For a while, I lay on my back, panting and staring at the ceiling, hearing the post orgasm pants of the redhead next to me.

At some point, Ozma tapped my shoulder. 'Umm, is it my turn now Mis... Just Kirito?'

'Just wait a few minutes,' I responded, panting. 'I need a rest.'

'I'll prepare her till you recover, Just Kirito,' Dorothy declared with a lively smile and, crawling over my body, approached her friend.

The two girls were now lying sideways, facing each other. Dorothy inserted her finger in her besty's pussy and started thrusting it in and out of it. Ozma closed her eyes and bit her lip. 'Oh, Dorothy,' she moaned. 'You make me feel so good. You are my BFFFFF!'

Lol, so many Fs! Yeah, I did say that!

The two kiddos continued like that for a while, their legs tangled and their feet cuddled together.

'Okay, I'm ready,' I turned sideways.

'And I have prepared her for you, Just Kirito,' Dorothy smiled and moved away.

I gently rolled Ozma so that she was now lying on her back and got on top of her.

I fucked her in the same fashion I had fucked Dorothy earlier. When we orgasmed, I blew a large load in her, though not as large as the one I had blown in Dorothy.

I hugged both girls and we stayed cuddled like that for a while. 'At least we'll die happy,' I declared.

As a reply, the two kids simultaneously kissed my chest.

'IS ANYBODY IN THERE?' a voice resonated.

It must have been a rescue team member. We were not going to die after all!

As if we had contacted telepathically, the two girls and I got up and started dressing. 'YES, OVER HERE,' I cried as we were hastily putting our clothes back on. Soon, we would be free!

When we were dressed, before the rescuing team managed to enter, I crouched in front of the two girls and looked them seriously in their expressive, black eyes. 'Look,' I said to them. 'For as long as this lasted, we were three adults. But when we go back out there, you will be two kids again. Don't be in haste to grow up just because of what happened here. Enjoy your childhood. And, someday, when you grow up, you will once more do those things we did in here. Just remember to use a condom when that time comes.'

'What's a condom?' the girls asked in unison, batting their eyes.

I chuckled and kissed their hair. 'Never mind,' I whispered sweetly. 'You'll find out while growing up.'

I looked them in the eye once more. 'I hope that what we did today will be kept in your minds and hearts as a sweet memory.'

Dorothy and Ozma nodded, with confident smiles.

And, true, when we were out of the room that almost became our tomb, when the two girls fell into their respective parents' arms, I could tell, from their expressions, that they were little kids again. That what had happened between us would not affect their normal childhood, though they would always remember it with tenderness.

I smiled. While walking away, Dorothy and Ozma turned to me one last time and flashed a childlike smile.