A striptease to an adult version of the Twelve Days of Christmas.
Of course, Chastity Palmer had the idea of giving three ex-St Xavier's boys a pre-Christmas surprise.
The three ex-college guys, Hamish, Lewis, and Marcus, were not sure what was going to unfold three nights out from Christmas. The girls' insisting they sit on the longue and watch a video clip wasn't super encouraging. They knew the trio's reputation and wanted immediate action.
Settle, guys — a short wait. This trio is worth it.
The haste of youth.
Chas had a plan to tease all three gents to the edge of sexual delirium. The key word being the edge, they had to keep the lads from an early spill. If the guys stayed the distance, it would be memorable.
Beth Dwyer and Erica Phillips equally hoped the guys could hold it for a while.
Though this trio of young males were untested.
Obviously, the girls had worked their way through the St Xavier senior roll year at every opportunity, but the nuns kept getting in their way.
Erica was way out in front of Chas, as Beth knew.
The lithe brunette interrupted the senior choir practice for multiple head jobs and a rear door fill at the celebration mass.
Hamish, Lewis, and Marcus were seated on the lounge and groaning.
Not with pleasure.
Damn it, their dream girls had put on a frickin chick flick for them to watch. Lindsay and the girls were about to Jingle Bells Rocks.
Yeah, it's sexy, but it's not explicitly raunchy, and it's not Chas Palmer, redhead extraordinaire unleashed.
The cute ranger's reputation always precedes her.
Chas never wondered why.
She was a sexual quest seeker, and well, hey, your first Christmas at over eighteen is just asking for something unforgettable. Chas liked leaving an extraordinary pussy scented memory trail everywhere.
Erica, Beth and Chas had cute costumes that needed repeated Yuletide outings.
Hey, even a store Santa had got to check out their personal gift-wrapped privates at Beth's holiday work department store. These three guys were about to be on a polar express to cock delight before they even realised it.
The chick flick was wending its way through the attractive but, in the end, only mildly suggestive routine of Jingle Bell Rocks when the real cock rocking action got underway.
Erica Phillips, the very tall brunette, was in front of the three guys from through the hallway door in a stunning lawn green sequined strapless, elfish tutu. The guys would have taken in the knee-high red and green hooped stockings with red bows and her elbow-length red gloves if it wasn't for her gorgeous titties swaying over the top of costume breast cups as she moved in time to Jingle Bells Rocks.
Chas Palmer joined her, and the guy's dicks were straining in their pants. Her candy cane outfit was all lickable, but her cute cherry nipples were what they wanted to lick. Her breasts were so creamy and fleshy fluffy with those hard twin points. Her striped leg warmers hinted at more girly warmth between her so smooth thighs.
My, she was one sultry, sexy slut.
Beth Dwyer's lime green elf dress was a cock releaser. Nothing else for it.
Three guys almost simultaneously released their meat for a much-needed stroke as Beth joined Erica and Chas in the Jingle Bells Rock routine.
However, while the young blonde wasn't flashing tit like her dance partners, she was pantiless and had flicked up her dress for the full commando view.
Her pussy angel wings were under there, or getting to the detail that really counts: her crinkly pink flapettes without their covering pelt. The three guys were beyond impressed. They were all stroking the meat, impressed.
Chas and Erica thought Beth was moving the tempo a tad fast. But the silly introductory Jingle Bells Rocks was finished anyway.
They had their original — Twelve Days of Christmas — to rev up the already overheated guys.
The girl's actions were hilarious, provocative and suggestive of what the guys were about to finally get as they hit their lines.
Beth's stunning voice was leading Acapella.
"On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me twelve ball sacks swinging, eleven porn stars casting, ten G-spot fingerings, nine dildo's ramming, eight panties a stuffing, seven cocks a milking, six sluts a shaving, five O's a sequencing, four calling whores, three lezzies licking, two rapid fucks and a boner filling up my tight hiney..."
There is something overpoweringly raunchy about really sexy feminine girls pretending to have balls. Maybe it was anticipating how they would massage the lad's happy sack packs.
Their simulated orgy for eleven days was beautifully expressive nipple-to-nipple brushing.
Beth lifted her skirt for ten, and her fingers went straight to her G–spot.
A bit like — it really is here boys.
Erica, of course, inserted a candy cane vibrator into Beth's arse for the ninth countdown.
For eight, it looked like Chas was going to make Beth put her panties back on...wrong boys...she stuffed them in good and proper in between her friends' pink winglets.
They gave seven quick strokes on each guy's cock, but no more as they careened to number six.
Beth only had light blonde fuzz above her creased slit, but Erica whipped up the shaving cream and sprayed it on her tarty glistening coochie, and Chas did a few quick expert blade swipes to shine her right up.
Her cupid's fem-winglets glistened, radiating need and seeking immediate attention, dazzling brighter than the star on the top of a Christmas tree.
They did a compelling "Ooh...Ooh... Ooh" sequence for the five big O's.
As they started four calling whores, the guys could tell they were one short.
But creative Chas wasn't going to be caught out and grabbed an inflatable dolly with a Chrissy hat and a candy dildo up its butt to join their routine.
Three licking lezzies was too easy, their tongues swooping across each other titties.
They mimicked some butt-humping as they rapidly chorused two.
And for their finale, they were over in the lounge, relieving the boys from working their own meat sticks with all-around steady hand jobs.
These were driving the guys wild with the promise of — "and a boner filling up my tight hiney."
A trio of head jobs were underway.
Chas on the taller Hamish, Erica on the gorgeously erect Lewis and Beth on the overwhelmed Marcus, whose excitement needed tempering to keep his cock; well, long-term useful here.
Cocks getting quality girlie treatment: copious gobbling, elegant licking and bodily indulgence.
Very creative. Very direct. Very dirty.
Basically: it was frickin incredible head jobs times three.
Time to move on boys.
Girls have needs here, too.
The young ladies were getting the guys fully naked before their striptease encore.
There was a strip tease trio; as hats were lobbed over the boy's erect pricks like quoits, leggings draped over their naked chests, skirts wriggled to the floor, panties dangled in front of noses for a quick whiff.
Then the scene was dominated by immediate pussy; right in the guy's face.
Hamish momentarily strayed to check out Beth's and Erica's fem-morsels of free-formed, cunny skin; but when the natural treat of excessive meat curtains like a Chas are flapping in your face; you don't really see beyond that.
Besides, the ranga was popping out her cupid's bead for Hamish: he needed to understand what he needed to lick immediately.
Beth had Marcus cuntstruck.
He had never seen a pussy this beautiful in his life.
Well, he had never seen one in the flesh.
He'd be lucky if he saw anything approaching these fairy winglets a few more times in his life.
Beth was the eternal, the divine Miss Pussylicious.
Lewis had balls and was using them.
Well, the balls to get on with licking out the pussy in front of his face. Erica was nuzzled right into his face. Her sweet pleats divided by his tongue and they were both underway to losing themselves as a separate but conjoined entity in the room. Lewis was hitting some of the brunette's key spots well by accident or design.
Beth saw Erica was greedily into face sitting and thought that was a terrific idea.
Marcus was hard-tonguing all over the place till Beth held his head and directed his tongue to her clithood.
Chas was wet enough already and sat her coochie over Hamish's expectant rod.
Wow, did he experience the warm ride of a lifetime.
"Uugghh!" he groaned.
It was fundamental when cock and pussy got together.
They like to party, and Ms Palmer was partying hard. She set her rhythmic intensity. Both were panting with recurring pleasure pulses and throbbing skin connecting passion.
Beth saw Chas was way ahead of her and spiked herself onto a surprised Marcus.
It was a flesh-defining life moment for the virgin youth. His cock was surrounded by warm, wet comfort.
"Cor-Orrgh!" he moaned.
Beth was happy cock filled.
Erica gave Lewis what he needed, her slit.
Lewis gave Erica what she needed, a really decent fat cock fuck.
She was humping.
He was pumping.
It was powerful, good sex.
Good sex is great sex.
Dirty sex is fantastic sex.
We have three eighteen-year-old females celebrating their first adult festive season, and these three know their agenda.
The guys were guys, led by their cocks; they would be up for anything.
Uncapped pleasure is an open-ended pleasure.
Erica's arse was getting jealous of her pussy. Erica fixed that quickly. She whispered into Lewis's ear where he needed to put his finger. Lewis didn't hesitate. His digit sinking deep. Erica was well on the way to rear-end happiness.
"Aah, aahh, aaahhh!" extending her encouragement as his finger slid deeper.
Beth was so competitive, and Marcus, who was having the fuck of his life; well, it was his first: was suddenly in uncharted, unthought-of, unexplored, girlie balloon knot territory.
That the sweet butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, Beth wanted his prick, hard and deep in her butt crack. Well, she just guided it in, and Marcus nearly lost his jizz load straight away.
Wow, this was a pleasure intensified.
"Hngh! Hngh!" he groaned.
Beth steadied him with gentle tightness.
Lewis was plugging Erica's rear chute with old-fashioned gay abandon. Never having been offered the slot before, he really liked it. It was a cosy cock enclosure.
He had always wondered why it was referred to as a date locker.
It was apparent why it should be called — a cock locker.
Chas was enjoying a good hard fuck. Her clitty was grinding right into Hamish's pubic bone, and her coochie muscles were tensing and releasing pleasurable waves of complete joy for two.
She had had two orgasms already.
Hamish was about to rattle the tackle and explode his entire cum load. Chastity saw the glazed, vacant look crossing his eyes.
She was down, ready for his gravy, before he could blink. She stroked his man pole rapidly, and his geyser wad shot high.
"Orrgghh!" was her only warning.
It was so fast Chas caught only the second and third spurts in her mouth. Wow, she thought that was an impressive first burst of man juice.
High, wide and handsome — she rarely missed any.
Erica wanted her butt crack creamed as usual; Chas noticed.
"Ugh, ughh, uughh!" she encouraged her man.
Lewis' cock was well moulded deep in her friend's berry hole, and his meat piston churned out a whopper load.
It oozed in a tacky, creamy, slippery spread over the brunette's pink-gaped ring.
One happy guy. One happy girl.
It was Marcus, who looked like he would spill and flaccid out from the moment the girls started their Jingle Bells Rock routine, who was proving to be Beth's Superman.
He was into arse — butt sex was incredible.
He was relaxed and stroking Beth, providing the full deep graceful arsehole stroke combined with her compelling, restrictive, pleasurable, girth-ringing, full-filling, girly grasp.
Erica and Chas looked at the two like an experienced couple.
On and fucking on.
Butt fucking heaven.
It looked like they could keep going all night.
"Ooh, ooohh, ooo-hhh!" cooed Beth.
Finally: Marcus creamed Beth in her pleased arse with his satisfied prick.
Erica swooped to lick up the seeping jerk juice before it dribbled to the floor.
Beth's really sensitive gaped back slit luxuriated in the delicate attention as the brunette's tongue groomed her adorable, sweet blonde friend's; pink cupid's ring back to its usual pristine shiny clearness.
The puckering of Beth's balloon knot remained the tell-tale sign of great arse filling, noticed Chas.
Our ranga understood the magic of touch. The transformation of body energy in sex; the direction of body energy, the pulse of energy, the sheer joy of energy shared, energy received and energy given, and Beth and Marcus had it.
She was happy for Beth.
Erica, she knew like herself, was more than capable of sourcing her own pleasure. Erica was licking her own lips right now.
Chas realised William Blake phrased it right — Energy is eternal delight.
However, the great poet wasn't thinking of rippling sexual energy like the redhead.
Chas had had her relaxed minutes, and she whispered to Erica; well, they were still two days out from Christmas, and tonight had great unfinished potential with three quickly recovering young stud males.
Desire rebuilds energy fast, especially if it pussy scented panties reworking up a lad's meat.
"Let's get these cocks active again, girls", said Chas, "Christmas is coming, but before that, we have more jizz relief duties with these guys."