Message-ID: <30388asstr$990364203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@newsread2.prod.itd.earthlink.net> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: <3B054D88.5797@earthlink.net> From: Andrew Roller <roller666@earthlink.net> Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 18 May 2001 16:24:28 PDT Subject: {ASSM} Merry Christmas! Date: Sun, 20 May 2001 09:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/30388> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin - NND --------------------------------------------------------- Visit my FTP site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Roller/ <--click Click, or put the address into your browser. All my stories are there. --------------------------------------------------------------- Andrew Roller Presents 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 (What will happen next? Da da da da!) ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -- More stories at: http://groups.google.com/ Search by typing: roller666@earthlink.net Click on "Power Search" Change "standard" archive to "complete" archive. -- Other providers: IFLC: http://assm.asstr-mirror.org and http://asstr-mirror.org Anya's Lil' Hideaway: http://www.insatiable.net/ Silver: http://www.mr-yellow.com/goodies The Backdrop Club: http://www.backdrop.com Usenet Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated -- Great art books by David Hamilton and Jock Sturges are at: http://www.amazon.com http://bn.com (photos of naked little girls) -- Naked little girls/politics: http://www.AlessandraSmile.com Man/boy love: http://www.nambla.de Politics: http://www.lp.org http://www.isil.org http://www.fear.org http://www.fija.org http://www.aclu.org -- Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is copyright 2001 by Andrew Roller. 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