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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
X-Rated X-Mas
Chapter One
It was Christmas, a time of joy and good cheer. Jenny had long
brown hair and copious blue eyes. Wherever she went men lusted for her;
remarking in their minds, or out loud to their friends, over her long
sleek legs and tight, high bottom. Her breasts were as lovely as the
rest of her; they jutted forth, as if offering themselves. But in fact
Jenny, despite the short, high skirts that she favored, was without a
boyfriend. Growing up in a Catholic girls' school had made her
particular. So when Christmas arrived, she was without a companion.
Except, that is, for her friend Beth. When Beth invited her to spend
Christmas eve with herself and her boyfriend, Jenny agreed. She didn't
want to intrude on her friends, but she didn't want to be alone either.
Despite her misgivings at possibly spoiling their romantic evening, she
couldn't handle spending the night alone.
As Jenny knocked on her friends' door, she wondered if Beth
knew that she had a crush on her boyfriend. She hoped not; she didn't
believe in stealing other girls' beaus. As she pressed the doorbell a
second time, the front door opened. Jenny drew back, a little
flustered. It was Beth's boyfriend, Ken, and he had opened the door as
if he were angry.
But Ken wasn't angry, as it turned out. Just hasty and
masculine. His boyish good looks spread into a smile and he invited
Jenny in. She thanked him when he insisted on taking her coat from her,
even though she already had it halfway off when he reached for it.
"It's cold outside, isn't it?" Ken asked Jenny. The girl
shivered.
"Yes, but it's good for Christmas, I guess," Jenny answered.
"We have a fire going," Ken said. He turned to hang Jenny's
coat. Just then her friend Beth appeared. She was a year younger than
Jenny, but a little taller, and obviously more advanced than Jenny in
the boyfriend department. She had long dark hair that half-covered her
face as she stepped into the foyer. She brushed her hair back, lifting
her hand to her face. A smile swept up the corners of her mouth as her
long silky hair fell forward again, almost too long and gorgeous to be
manageable. Jenny felt a twinge of jealousy as she looked at her
friend. She had always wanted long hair, long enough to stretch down
past her waist, but her mother, and the regulations of her Catholic
girls' school, forbade it. Of course now she was a freshman in college,
so she had the freedom to let her hair grow longer. From an efficient
cut that fell to her shoulders it was now down past the middle of her
back. But unless Beth cut hers, Jenny would never catch up. She felt
just the same way about Beth's boyfriend Ken. Jenny was still naively
seeking a boyfriend, not sure what she wanted, while Beth, despite still
being in high school, was already set up with a guy of her own. Ken had
a real job too, that paid enough to afford this condo. Jenny wanted to
ask Beth, who went to a boarding school, if her parents knew she was
living part-time with a guy. But she didn't. The question felt too
intrusive.
"Come into the living room. We have a fire going," Beth said
to Jenny. She stepped up to the girl and touched her brown hair. "It's
getting longer," Beth said to Jenny. The brunette blushed.
"Yes, but not as long as yours," Jenny said.
"You're catching up," Beth said. "Perhaps you can catch up in
other ways too." She smiled. She took Jenny's hand. The dark-haired
girl led Jenny into Ken's living room as the brunette puzzled over the
remark. Ken followed. When Jenny had taken a seat on the couple's
couch he offered Jenny some wine.
"Oh! No thanks," Jenny said.
"I'm having some," Beth said. She lifted a glass on a side
table, next to her end of the couch. She motioned with it to Jenny and
Ken and then drank.
"Mmmm, wine always puts me in the mood," Beth said. A look of
puzzlement came over Jenny's face. She blushed. Her blush deepened
when Ken sat down next to her. He offered her a glass of wine, despite
her refusal, and she grudgingly took it. At the end of the couch, Beth
drank some more. When Jenny had tasted her own, which was delicious,
Ken persuaded her to put the glass in his hand. Then, to her surprise,
he drank from it. Jenny felt embarrassingly close to the man as he
sipped from her glass, his girlfriend some distance away at the end of
the couch. Just when Jenny was about to suggest that Ken get up and go
over and join Beth, at the end of the couch, Beth slid closer, so close
that Jenny now felt herself sandwiched between the two lovers. Their
wine-flavored breath exhaled into her face. Jenny's flush deepened
further when Ken offered her the glass of wine back. Not sure what to
do, she took it from him. And she drank. And it was more delicious
than ever, as Ken ran a finger up the back of her blouse to her neck.
There was a knock at the door. Jenny thought it was her
imagination but then Beth jumped up, saying,
"I'll get it!" At the same moment the door bell went off, and
Jenny found herself living, for just a moment, her deepest fantasy as
Beth disappeared. She was sitting in front of Ken's fireplace with Ken,
and he was slithering one of his big arms around her, without asking of
course, at the same time taking her wine glass from her and having
another sip.
A young man appeared in the living room, escorted by Beth. He
looked rather cold.
"I had trouble finding this place!" the young man blurted.
"Well you're here now," Beth said. She smiled at the young man
and, just as she took his hand, to bring him deeper into the living
room, to sit on the couch perhaps, they both realized he was still
wearing his coat. Beth laughed at the mistake and drew him back into
the foyer. There was a sound of fumbling as the young man was relieved
of his outer garment. At the same time Ken, on the couch in the living
room, began doing an exploration with his finger of the front of Jenny's
blouse. She looked down in wonder as he traced the outline of her tit.
It was a nice big tit, having grown in just the last few months, taking,
along with its sister, Jenny from a pleasant B cup to a wonderful D.
However Beth, despite being a year younger than Jenny, was even more
blessed. Hers were bigger, as Jenny was acutely aware. In fact they
were so big that the difference was noticeable, so that even though
Jenny had grown, her younger friend was still ahead of her. Briefly
Jenny wondered if that's why her friend was ahead in love; perhaps one's
love life equated with one's tit size. If so, it meant Ken would
forever belong to Beth, something that left Jenny feeling deprived.
Except that Ken was just at that moment making her right nipple
stand up, despite the confinement of her bra.
"Ken!" Jenny was about to scold, but before she could Beth came
into the room and saw it all.
"I hope you don't mind my boyfriend. He always gets like this
on holidays," Beth giggled. She seemed completely accepting of Ken's
errant ways, and this left Jenny feeling more flustered than ever. Then
the young man sat down next to her, and Beth introduced him as her
friend from school.
"He's a track star, although he looks like he could be on the
football team," Beth said of her friend. "He's new at my school. He's
a junior."
"How do you do?" Jenny asked, one of Ken's hands on on her
right breast as the boy reached out with his hand. Jenny wasn't sure
what this newcomer had in mind, but she intercepted him before he could
imitate Ken and they shook hands awkwardly.
"My name's Bill," the high school junior said.
"Drink?" Ken asked Bill, as Jenny told him,
"Pleased to meet you."
"No, that's okay," Bill refused. Beth got up.
"I insist," she told the junior. She went to the couple's
little bar, that consisted of two bottles and one empty glass, sitting
on a table near an empty love seat. She filled the single remaining
glass and brought it to Ken. But as he reached up to take it from her,
she put it to her lips and drank from it. Only then did she give it to
Bill. He swallowed down the whole glass in one gulp, eager despite his
earlier refusal.
"It's not soda," Ken laughed, still toying with Jenny's right
tit. "You'll make yourself drunk if you keep up that pace."
"More?" Beth asked Ken, and from the look on the dark-haired
girl's face, refusal was not something she would find tolerable.
"Okay," Bill agreed. Watching as Beth re-filled the boy's
glass, Jenny wondered if Ken and his girlfriend were in agreement. Did
they want Bill drunk, or not? But the matter was settled, a little,
when Beth handed Bill the glass again.
"Sip slowly. We've got a long evening ahead of us," Beth
smiled to Bill.
"I don't know if I can stay too long," Jenny said suddenly,
feeling slightly hemmed in by the young men sitting on both her left and
her right. As if to mock her reluctance, Ken squeezed her right tit.
Jenny gasped a little and Beth, taking Bill's wine glass from him and
helping herself to a sip, said,
"Let's play Truth or Dare."
"What happens if you don't tell the truth?" Bill asked. Beth
looked across Bill and Jenny at her boyfriend. They exchanged smiles.
"If you don't tell the truth, you have to take off one item of
clothing," Beth said. "That's the dare. Fair enough?"
"Okay," Bill said. He took the wine glass back from Beth and
nearly drained it. "Last year I played in Idaho and I had to husk
corn." Everyone laughed, even Jenny, although Beth laughed the hardest.
"Husk corn? What kind of a dare is that?" Beth asked. She
retrieved the wine glass they were sharing and finished it. Then she
rose to pour some more. As she passed Ken and Jenny, she took their
glass out of Jenny's hand. Like hers and Bill's, it was empty too.
"It was a group of guys. We had to husk corn, and milk this
cow. In the dark," Bill said.
"Well that's silly. Our dares will let us relax by the fire,"
Beth said. She returned with both glasses, handing Ken and Jenny's to
them as casually as if Jenny were Ken's girlfriend. When Beth sat down
next to Bill the boy decided to imitate Ken by placing his hand on
Beth's right tit. To Jenny's surprise, the girl didn't protest.
Instead she reached between the boy's legs and undid the fly of his
jeans.
At once Jenny was aware of a lump in Bill's pants. It was so
sudden and obvious that Beth giggled. But far from stopping her
exploration of the boy's pants, she proceeded further. A moment later,
as Bill fumbled with the buttons on Beth's blouse, his erection suddenly
appeared. It was as long as most men's feet and thick and sturdy, like
a post, despite a droplet of fluid oozing from the tip. Jenny gasped.
She knew she should get up and leave; this wasn't how she'd planned to
spend the evening. She was a good girl. She didn't visit friends
houses to steal their boyfriends and certainly not to witness the penis
of a total stranger. Especially a guy who was younger than her, a
child, still in high school.
"Oh my! You're quite... large," Beth told the boy, staring at
him, as he continued his progress with her blouse. A moment later her
bra was revealed. Then he yanked back one of her cups and her right tit
sprang forth. Beth's nipple was already hard. Ken, right behind the
young man, undid the buttons on Jenny's blouse. A moment later her nice
Christmas blouse was being lifted away from her body, leaving her in
just her white bra. Across from her, Bill leaned forward, his cock
exposed, and began sucking hard on Beth's naked tit. He was so vigorous
that the girl let out a shout; at the same moment, in an attempt to
restrain him, her hand reached for his cock. She grabbed him and yanked
on him. To everyone's surprise, he spurted into her lap.
"I- I'm sorry. I've never had sex," Bill confessed, as Beth
and her friends looked down at the spoil of his erection, lying milky
and wet where her legs met.
"You've got-- you've got to learn to restrain yourself," the
high school senior told her junior friend. Beth stood up and unfastened
her jeans, trying not to get her fingers sticky in Bill's sperm. She
slipped them down her legs, revealing her panties, which were black like
her bra. As Beth stepped out of her jeans, she looked at Bill's dick.
To her surprise he was already getting hard again. "We've got to train
that thing," Beth told Bill.
Sitting on the couch with Jenny, Ken continued his undressing
of her with gentlemanly grace. He undid her bra, freeing her breasts,
but despite their appearance he restrained an obvious desire to suck
them. He unbuttoned her own jeans and stripped them off her. Then came
her panties, leaving her in just the little brown boots she'd worn to
visit her friends. They came up to her ankles, and thanks to her
wide-legged jeans Ken had been able to strip her naked without taking
them off. Now as she reached down to remove her boots, Ken said,
"No. Leave them on. I like seeing a girl in shoes, especially
pretty boots like those." Jenny blushed. What had she been thinking,
anyway, she asked herself, as she watched Ken begin taking off his own
clothes. She wondered if she should retrieve her panties at least, when
Beth came over to her and took her hand. Beth was down to a pair of
black boots, her black panties and bra being stripped off her even more
quickly than Ken had done Jenny, for the ever-hard Bill was quite eager.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Beth said to Jenny. She urged her
friend up off the couch, pulling her by her hand. Together they went
into the room Ken slept in with Beth, the two girls fetchingly still
wearing their shoes, Beth in her black boots, that came up to her knees,
and Jenny wearing her little brown ankle boots. The men followed, Ken
and Bill naked except for their sneakers and athletic socks.
"Take your shoes off, guys," Beth said to the two men when
everyone was in the bedroom. "Those sneakers look like they've been
through a war," Beth added, pointing to Bill's shoes.
"They're my track shoes. I win races with them," Bill said.
He sat down on the bed and untied his shoes. Ken's were new, but he
took his off anyway, along with his socks. Then Beth said,
"Let's play a game! But you must let the other guy win, if you
want to win," Beth added.
"Huh?" Bill asked. Beth, still holding Jenny's hand, looked at
the two men. Ken was taller than the junior but their pricks were both
massive. It was hard to tell whose was bigger, and as Jenny wondered
again if she should be staying, if perhaps this Christmas visit wasn't
going a little too far, Beth said,
"We'll have a cock torture contest. Whoever lasts longest
wins."
"He's already cum," Ken said, indicating Bill.
"Yes but he's hard again dear, and he is a virgin, so I think
it will be a fair fight," Beth told her boyfriend. Letting go of
Jenny's hand, she went to the nightstand beside the couple's bed. She
opened the drawer in the top of it.
"I think maybe I should go," Jenny said uncertainly. Beth
handed her a stick of Natural Ice lip balm, from the nightstand, saying,
"Nonsense. We're just getting started. Here, rub this all
over my boyfriend's penis." Jenny looked down at the tube of Natural
Ice in her hand.
"But this is for someone's mouth!" Jenny protested.
"Yes, and on their penises it will warm and stimulate their
flesh," Beth smiled. She took the Natural Ice from Jenny and uncapped
it. She rubbed it over her lips, then did Jenny's, her tits pressing
and jiggling against her friends'. Then she did something that truly
startled Jenny. She put the Natural Ice to Jenny's right nipple.
"Oh!" Jenny gasped, as her friend began rubbing the stick
against the end of her tit. At once the flesh of her tit began to feel
warm, then warmer still. Meanwhile Jenny's lips were feeling nice and
warm, but the feeling was one she was used to, since she'd gone skiing
before and used Natural Ice on her mouth. But on her right tit, the
feeling was almost uncomfortable, the heat in her nipple rising still
higher. When Beth put the Natural Ice to Jenny's left tit, the girl
tried to stop her, saying, "Don't!"
"Hold still," Beth answered. She rubbed the Natural Ice on
Jenny's left bosom. Like her right, it jiggled under the pressure, and
Beth had to cup and squeeze her friend's tit to get the Ice on its tip.
When she was finished she handed the Ice to Jenny. "Now do Ken's dick,"
Beth told her.
Jenny felt as if she were in a dream. She wanted to stop it,
but at the same time she didn't. Obeying her friend, with the ends of
her breasts feeling like they had small flames on them, she knelt down
on the floor. This put her face a little below Ken's crotch, and when
she looked up at the man, at his big penis hovering over her, she
sighed. Then she grabbed the end of his big banana-like cock and began
rubbing the Ice on him. He groaned.
"I'm sorry," Jenny said. She knew the feeling must be hard to
bear, judging from what the Ice was doing to her nipples. She longed to
soothe them in someone's mouth, even Bill's ravenous mouth. As she
continued to work the Ice into Ken's penis flesh she was aware of Beth
embracing Bill, beside her. And she was aware of something else: her
friend was carefully standing to one side of Bill as her lips meshed
with his, so that his penis wouldn't get trapped between their stomachs
and give her another premature gift of sperm.
"Relax. Just relax," Beth said to Bill, when it was her turn
to apply the Natural Ice to the young man's penis. Beside him Ken was
doing a little dance, wiggling his cock as he tried to endure the heat
of the Ice that was rubbed on his member. Bill tried standing still as
Beth did him, but as the time went by he too started to do a little
dance. In any event despite Beth's admonition to relax he was rock
hard: Beth didn't seem to mind. She rubbed his erection with the Ice
until the tube was exhausted. "Well men, how do you feel?" Beth asked
the two males when they were both waxed, their members straining under
the heat, their loins gently thrusting.
"Hot," Ken told his girlfriend.
"Burning," Bill said, for it was his first experience with the
Ice. Jenny, meanwhile, had taken a seat on the bed. Her legs were
spread and she was gently touching herself. This made her flush with
embarrassment but she didn't know what else to do; it was very erotic to
see two young men, one of them virgin, being tortured this way.
Beth went to the nightstand again. Opening the drawer, she
took out something small and black.
"Oh no! Not that, honey," Ken said, as soon as he saw the
item. Jenny looked at it and wondered what it was. Playfully Beth
swung the thing at Jenny. It hit her right tit. A sharp pain coursed
through the girl's flesh as she blurted,
"OW!"
"It's a penis whip," Beth giggled. "Sorry. I didn't mean to
hit your tit with it," the girl told her friend, as Jenny rubbed her
right breast. She looked down at herself. There was a red line on her
tit, across the upper cone of her flesh, where the whip had hit it.
Beth leaned forward and kissed Jenny's bosom, much to Jenny's surprise.
Then, as Jenny wiped away the saliva and lipstick her friend had left
there, Beth turned to the men. "Your dicks are about to get even
hotter," Beth said to them.
When the men had each endured ten strokes of the whip, neither
of them coming but both of their cocks covered in little red marks, Beth
treated them to a new test. It was a chilled glass of water. Enduring
the cold water would have been a test in itself, especially with the
three ice cubes floating in it, but this glass had something more: two
fizzing pills of Alka-Seltzer. Beth did Bill first, then Ken, sharing
the one glass between the two men's penises until the pills were
completely fizzed out. Since neither man came, despite much groaning,
Beth decided to repeat the test. She had Jenny get more pills and each
man was forced to endure the glass again. Then Beth gave them each the
whip once more, until Jenny herself, rubbing her slit on the bed,
spread-legged and moaning, said,
"Please, Beth. You're going to hurt them if you keep that up!"
"Alright. You both win," Beth said somewhat grudgingly. The
two men let out a sigh. But their appreciation for Jenny stopping the
whole thing was short-lived. A moment later they had both girls on the
bed, and Ken, rolling Jenny onto her belly, voiced a desire to put
himself where Jenny had never before felt a man.
"No! Not there! Not in my bottom!" Jenny gasped, as she felt
Ken pry her asscheeks apart. "Beth!" Jenny cried, but her friend,
inspired by her husband's lust, reached for the nightstand and pulled
out a tube of KY.
"Do us both in the ass!" Beth said, handing the KY back to
Bill, for the eager young man was behind her and Beth was already on her
knees.
"If you resist I'll whip you," Ken warned Jenny, as Bill opened
Beth's ass and began applying the KY to her anus. When he was finished,
oiling his stiff member in the process, he handed the half-empty tube of
KY to Ken. Beth's lover made Jenny rise up on her knees, her head down
and her ass high. He poked her bottom hole with a KY loaded finger,
which made her cry out. Then he greased his big pole, and the race
between the two men, the bottom-fuck, was ready to begin.
Jenny felt something bump against her ass. It was thick and
knobbed, and, as it pushed deeper, inbetween her huddling cheeks, she
felt a wetness at its tip, richer and more fluid than the intrusiveness
of the wetness along its flanks. With a gasp Jenny realized it was
Ken's member, and he was oozing pre-cum into her even as he pushed
within her bottom. Jenny let out a shout, tried to crawl forward.
Ken's hands on her small shoulders restrained her. Beside her Beth let
out a little muffled wail. Jenny jerked her head to the right in time
to see the girl shoved forward, involuntarily, as her friend received
Bill's penis.
"Ooooh! No!" Beth offered, a bit of spittle flying from her
mouth and staining the pillow in front of her. A grunt from Bill
indicated that Beth's denial was being ignored. She humped forward
again, like a reluctant mare being bitted, as Bill shoved himself
deeper.
A determined push from Ken gave Jenny her first taste of penis
in her ass. The girl shouted aloud but nobody seemed to her. Another
push, a deep pressure in her guts; again she shouted but there was only
Beth's moans, and Bill and Ken's grunts, to answer her.
30
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