Loli Advent Calendar by Imouto Kitten

Day 2: Hazuki in a Santa Dress

Most of the fifth graders from Misora First Elementary were gathered at 
the Fujiwara home, one of the few places such a large group could gather 
for a Christmas Party, and despite her usual shyness, Hazuki was doing a 
admirable job as hostess, even if her closest friends were doing quite a 
bit to help her out.

However, Masaru wasn't focused much on the party nor Hazuki's 
interactions with their classmates, more than a bit distracted by the 
santa dress his crush was wearing. That she was wearing one was nothing 
worth noting, at least half of the girls in attendance were wearing 
bright red outfits trimmed in white of one style or another.

What had Masssaru's eyes glued to Hazuki as he stood in a corner doing 
his best to stay unnoticed was just how immodest the cut of her dress 
was. Instead of the ankle-length, loose fitting affair that would just 
be an apron and a white wig away from making her look like Mrs. Claus 
one might expect of such a reserved girl, she was wearing a sleeveless, 
form fitting affair that barely came to mid-thigh, and if not for the 
snow white pantyhose she was wearing underneath, the dress would expose 
the most skin of any outfit he's ever seen her in except for her gym 
uniform or school swimsuit. Overall, it was a style one would expect 
Segawa or Tamaki to wear, and yet Hazuki managed to look perfectly, 
adorably innocent.

Masaru is so distracted by Hazuki's outfit that he doesn't notice as the 
lights dim, and the others start pairing up as a christmas waltz starts 
playing, only realizing the shift in atmosphere when the girl he's been 
staring at all evening walks up to him and asks, "Would you like to 
dance, Masaru-kun?"

At his stammered reply of "Su-sure.", Hazuki closes the distance between 
them, placing her hands on his shoulders and pressing her body close 
enough he can feel her body heat through the fabric of her dress and his 
shirt.

Not sure where to put his hands, he places them on her slim waist, only 
for her to drop her own hand briefly to move one of his hands to rest on 
her bottom as she whispers, "Y-you can touch me where ever you want."

As the pair start to sway and twirl in time with the music, Masaru gives 
into the temptation to gently fondle Hazuki's bottom through the soft 
velvet of her dress, and while neither of them have ever done something 
so bold before, something seems off to Masaru's sense of touch.

However, the boy can't dwell on that thought for long, as his boyhood 
reacts to having a cute girl pressed up against him, and he's certain 
there's no way she doesn't notice his erection pinned between them.

And yet, her only reaction is to close her eyes and lay her head against 
his chest with a whisper of "This is nice."

As the song ends and another begins, instead of continuing to dance with 
the various other couples from their class, Hazuki leads Masaru to an 
alcove that's mostly hidden from the main room by one of several 
christmas trees, and gently pushing him into an overstuffed armchair 
with a smile, she turns her back to him and slowly lifts the short skirt 
of her dress.

The first thing Masaru notices is that what he thought were pantyhose 
are actually snow white stockings so high there would be barely any gap 
between them and their wearer's panties. The second thing he notices is 
that there are no panties for their to be a gap with as Hazuki's 
beautiful bottom is exposed to him, her pale posterior only a few shades 
darker than her stockings. The third thing he notices is the way her 
girlhood glistens in the flickering fairy lights from the tree 
concealing their little hiding spot. The slow dance had gotten him 
erect, but the site of his crush exposing herself has him straining 
against his jeans and fearful he's about to wake up with a sticky mess 
in his pajama pants.

"Masaru-kun," speaks Hazuki in a barely audible voice, "My love juices 
have been dripping all evening and they do it whenever I think of you." 
and before Masaru can respond, Hazuki has reached behind her with one 
hand, unzipped his fly, fished out his cock and sat down, engulfing his 
length in her feminine folds as she lets her skirt fall to cover their 
union, making it look like she's just innocently sitting on his lap if 
anyone peeks into their hiding spot.

Masaru had stroked himself to visions of the girl now wrapped around his 
boyhood, but his fantasies couldn't compared to how warm and cozy her 
cunny actually was, and the boy was surprised he managed to not shoot 
his load just from his crush impaling herself on his shaft.

And then, after what seemed like a eternity of just being buried balls 
deep in Hazuki, she lifted her hips ever so slightly before sitting back 
down, the slight movement sending lightning up Masaru's spine... and 
then she repeated the motion, lifting herself a bit more with each 
repetition, until she was nearly completely pulling off of his member 
before sitting back down.

Naturally, having never felt a real pussy before, it isn't long before 
Masaru can feel his balls tighten up, readying to expel their precious 
cargo, and this time into the belly of a cute girl instead of the toilet 
or a discarded sock.

However, just when he thinks he's about to explode, Hazuki halts her 
motions and leans back, tilting her head up as she asks, "Does it feel 
good inside me, Masaru-kun?"

"It feels amazing, Fujiwara." replies the boy, torn between relief and 
disappointment as he ads a confession, "In fact, if you hadn't stopped 
when you did, I think I would've shot my load by now."

Her cunny clenches around him as she takes in his confession before she 
leans forward, hands on her stockinged knees and declares, "You're 
buried deep inside me, Masaru-kun, I think you've more than earned the 
privilege to use my given name." Resuming her motions, and going faster, 
she adds, "As for shooting your boy milk... since it's Masaru-kun, it's 
okay to do it inside."

Not sure he could have stopped himself even if she hadn't given him 
permission, and too far gone to care about potential consequences, 
Masaru grabs her hips and slams her down on his cock as he thrusts his 
own hips up with a cry of "Ha-hazuki-chan!" as his tip erupts right up 
against her cervix, the first spurt of seed sending the girl into a 
climax of her own, her cunny convulsing around the cock buried balls 
deep within her, trying to milk the boy for all he's worth.

As their shared climax passes, the pair collapse into the thick cushions 
of the chair, basking in mutual afterglow for several minutes before 
Hazuki comments, "That was wonderful, Masaru-kun." Sitting up, she turns 
around on his lap, managing to not let his semi-soft cock slide out of 
her before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a 
kiss.

When she breaks the kiss, she guides his hands to her rear once more as 
she whispers, "Feel free to knead my bottom... even under my skirt." 
blushing at the end, but smiling widely as she feels him harden to full 
erection once more within her.

Accepting her invitation, Masaru reaches up the back of her skirt to cup 
a silky half moon in each hand, gently fondling them before the urge to 
slide in and out of his young lover grows too great, and with a squeeze 
to her cheeks, he starts moving her up and down on his shaft, the girl 
leaning into his chest and both of them hoping no one comes looking for 
them anytime soon.