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So, the following is a collection of scenes with a holiday theme to them. Honestly, it’s something I’ve been meaning to write for a while, but have never gotten around to. But when Helper put out the call for holiday stories for this year’s December Dailies, I tried to light a fire under my ass and pump this out.

I failed MISERABLY.

No, seriously, I had five or six more scenes planned, and just never got around to them. I mean, it’s Christmas Eve as I’m writing this, and no more is getting done before I need to send this in. December is a hard month to write in as it is – holidays, family emergencies, overtime at work – and I was just coming off a major writing effort in November that had me a little keyboard-shocked. What I wanted to put out just wasn’t going to happen this year. In fact, I was so far behind in what I wanted to put out, I cannibalized another dead project for the last scene – originally supposed to be the start of a big all-Jewish babe orgy. That died quickly, but there was enough of the opening scene to work here, so hey, a little Hannukah for your December Dailies, delivered well after those 8 Crazy Nights are over. Typical TRL…

But hey, there’s always next year, right? Right? Beuller? Shit.

So here’s four scenes. Celebs are Jessica Chastain, Kelly Clarkson, Kendall Jenner, Natalie Portman, and Scarlett Johansson. Kylie Jenner makes a cameo, but doesn’t get any. Sorry, ran out of time. Codes are MF, FF, Oral, Anal, Toys, Bondage, and Drugs (though to be fair, that’s exceedingly light bondage and drug use. If those are your big turn-ons, you’ll be disappointed here. Sorry)

Usual warnings apply – No one under 18 (or 21, or whatever your local laws say). If you don’t like any of those codes, go read something else. None of this ever really happened. Respectful feedback is GREATLY Appreciated on the CSSA/TSSA/WOWEFA boards. Seriously, let me know what you liked, and if you can do it with more than just saying “You suck, TRL!” I’ll take what you didn’t like, too. My feelings won’t be hurt (too much).

Also, because this is coming in pretty much AT deadline, be forewarned – this hasn’t been proofread. Like, at all. Spelling errors abound. Grammar has been slaughtered. Commas run rampant, (okay, that really only bothers KMB, and I love that it bothers him, so until he starts writing shorter scenes, I’m going to add, like, a hundred extra commas. We’ll see who gives up first. Likely him. Or me. Or neither. Comma,)

Anyway, Happy Holidays (likely belated), enjoy the stories, and we’ll see you all on the flip side.

Santa’s Not-So-Little Helper:

Jessica Chastain loved Christmas time, but she HATED Christmas shopping. The malls were always just too crowded, and every year the rush seemed to start earlier and earlier. She tried to do most of her shopping online, but there was always SOMETHING you had to get in the stores. This year, she was trying to find something for Megan Charpentier and Isabelle Nélisse, her two little co-stars from Mama. Jessica had grow close to the two little twerps, and wanted to give them more than just Christmas cards. Though considering how many people had bumped, crashed, banged, and nearly stepped on her so far, she was beginning to rethink that idea.

Well, if nothing else, it gave Jessica the chance to people watch. She had plenty of time to do that standing in lines. There were dozens of kids racing around, others standing in line to see Santa. There was a gorgeous statuesque blonde walking a pair of snobby looking little brats covered in designer clothes. A chubby but friendly, if haggard looking security guard. A tattooed and pierced Asian girl in a skirt so short, she’d be giving anyone a very merry Christmas if she bent over. A pair of men in turbans looking quite confused by all the fuss. An adorable looking little redheaded girl of maybe six or seven who was sucking on a candy cane in a way that, if she were older, would’ve been rather obscene…

And an extremely handsome young man in an elf suit that was probably a size or two too small for him.

Jessica blinked. He couldn’t have been much over 21 or 22, with a scraggy goatee and floppy black hair and smoldering eyes that were the second thing Jessica noticed about him. The first was the incredibly short and tight green elf shorts he was wearing.

“Whoa,” Jessica said aloud, mesmerized for a moment. Then, just as suddenly, she shook her head and looked around guiltily, hoping no one had seen her perv out like that. It hadn’t been THAT long since she’d had a good fuck, had it? She paid for her gifts, and moved on, deciding that going to the food court was a fine idea, seeing as how it was one floor up and half the mall’s length away from where Santa and his handsome elf were letting kids sit on his lap.

“I’d sit on the elf’s lap,” Jessica said aloud, making a couple of elderly women she was passing look at her funny. Jessica blushed and hurried along, wondering what the hell was wrong with herself.

The food court was even busier than the rest of the mall, and somehow Jessica managed to avoid succumbing to her desire to feast on some fast food and instead got a steaming hot cup of chicken noodle soup which she took to the only free table in the joint. Not surprisingly, it was within sight of the bathrooms, though mostly out of smell-range, which judging from the looks of a few of the people having to go in, was a very good thing.

She had almost finished her soup, and had managed to get her mind back on the whole presents for little girls problem when suddenly the elf boy was standing right next to her.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” he asked, sounding both polite and bored at the same time. He held a tray of McDonald’s and Jessica hoped her reaction to seeing the not-inconsiderable bulge in his shorts.

“So big,” Jessica said before pulling her eyes away and looking up at his face.

“Huh?”

“Big Mac,” Jessica said, thankful for all those acting improv classes over the years. “I’m trying to cut out the fast food for the holidays this year. Don’t want to gain any more weight if I can help it.” Oh, that was a horrible lie. Jessica was vegan, and hadn’t touched a hamburger in years. Still, the elf seemed to buy it.

“You look pretty good to me,” he said. “Anyway, I’ve only got thirty minutes for lunch, so can I sit down or…”

“Oh, sure, sure,” she said, happy to have his erection hidden away underneath the table. “I’m Jess.”

“Toby,” he said. “Thanks, by the way. There’s, like, a billion people here, and I haven’t eaten since last night.” With that he started attacking his food, wolfing it down in that way that only young men can. Jessica sipped at what was left of her soup, suddenly wishing there was more to keep her here next to this young man.

“If you aren’t careful you’ll choke, Toby.”

“Now you sound like my last girlfriend,” he said around a mouthful of fries, rolling his eyes theatrically. “She wasn’t as pretty as you.”

“Flatterer,” Jessica said. “I’m sure I’m way to old for you.”

“Why? What are you, like, twenty-five or something?”

“Thirty-seven, and you just earned yourself a kiss on the cheek, young-man,” Jessica said, feeling her heart swell at being called more than a decade younger than she really was.

“Coulda fooled me,” he said. “But I’ll take the kiss. Been a while.”

Jessica leaned forward and Toby had the presence of mind to swallow before offering his cheek to her. She kissed him, letting her lips linger just a second, surprised at the musky smell of him. Oh, this wasn’t good.

He smiled at her. “What do I get if I saw I really like your hair, Jess?”

“Depends,” Jessica said. “What do you want?”

He eyed her suspiciously for a second while somehow forcing almost half his burger into his mouth. Normally, that sort of thing would’ve turned Jessica off. But there was just something about this kid. Well, two somethings, if you counted the bulge in his pants.

“Why on earth are they making you wear such small shorts?” Jessica asked, unwilling to wait for him to answer her question.

“That’s nothing. You should see what they make some of the female elves wear. I think we’re supposed to be eye candy for the parents, though I’ve seen a few of the boys eying Maya when she bends over to talk to Santa.

“What about you?” Jessica asked playfully. “Your eyes wander when Maya bends over?”

“I’m usually behind her,” he admitted. “And yeah, my eyes have wandered.”

“Naughty little elf,” Jessica said.

“You going to spank me?” he asked next.

“Don’t tempt me, kid,” Jessica said. “I might play a little rough for you.”

“I do like sitting down on my breaks,” he said with a shrug. “Tempting though.”

“You like being tempted?” Jessica asked.

“Sure, who doesn’t?”

“Even by an older woman?”

“When they look like you? Hell yes.”

“Good to know,” Jessica said, reaching over and stealing one of his fries. She slowly stuck it in her mouth and sucked it in while watching his face. She nearly choked on the fry as she saw his mouth slowly drop open and his eyes widen a little.

“That, uh, that wasn’t on your diet,” he managed to say.

“Oh no,” Jessica said with mock concern. “Have I been naughty? Please don’t tell Santa.”

“I don’t know, I’m kinda duty bound, Jess,” he said.

“Oh please, Elf Toby. There must be something I can do to stop you from doing that,” Jessica said.

“A-are you serious?” he asked, leaning in closer while glancing around. Clearly, he was having a hard time believing all of this.

Jessica couldn’t believe it either. She wasn’t exactly a random hook-up, one-night-stand kind of girl. But it HAD been a while, and Toby here was cute, and why the fuck shouldn’t she have a little fun? It was the holidays after all.

“Toby, let me make this perfectly clear,” Jessica said just loud enough for him to hear over the din of the food court. “I am more than willing to go into one of the bathrooms, or out to your car, or anywhere where we’ll be out of sight and let you fuck me with the big package your little shorts aren’t covering very well. All I need is a place,” she said. “Oh, and a condom. Been a while since I carried any of those around with me and-”

“I’ve got one,” he said, reaching for his wallet.

“Hold on, Toby,” she said. “First, we need a place to be alone.”

He glanced over at the bathrooms, and Jess could tell from his face he was immediately ruling them out. Then his face lit up. “I know just the place.”

* * *

“How romantic,” Jessica said sarcastically as she ducked her head under a giant plastic cupid, then had to step over a fallen decorative turkey.

“Hey, I’ve only got fifteen minutes left on my break, and this is both close and private,” Toby said, helping her get around a stack of lawn chairs. They were in mall storage, where they kept all the various decorations used throughout the year. Toby had been part of the crew setting up for this year – “what a wonderful way to spend Halloween night,” he’d grumbled – and still had the key to get in here. The lights were low because there were only five or six bulbs total, and the whole place smelled a little dusty. Jessica kept rethinking her impromptu seduction, but then Toby would either turn around and show his tenting shorts, or step over something and let those same shorts hug his ass, and the primal part of Jessica’s brain made her keep going.

They passed a creepy looking Easter bunny and suddenly it was Christmas again. Five or six thin but well trimmed trees, a herd of plastic reindeer, giant wrapped boxes that she suspected were empty. And topping it all off, one old but sturdy looking, bright-red sleigh lined with white fluff that would pass for snow.

And had plenty of room for someone to lay down in.

“Well?” Toby asked.

Jessica smiled. “Time to get out of those shorts, Toby,” she said, reaching for the bottom of her sweater. By the time she’d gotten the buttons undone on her blouse, revealing a rather plain white bra underneath, Toby has his shorts and underwear around his ankles, and turned to face Jessica for the first time.

“Whoa,” Jessica said. She’d thought Toby had been impressive hidden under those ridiculous green shorts, but now that he was free, he seemed so much larger. A throbbing mass of flesh, he couldn’t be less than eight inches if he was an inch, and thick. Oh so thick. All those primal urges Jessica had been having since first spotting this young stud – there was no better word for him with a cock like that – took over completely, and without saying a word, she sank to her knees in front of him and took his manhood in both hands, marveling at it.

“Oh Toby, this is amazing.”

“T-thanks,” he said as she stroked it with both fists. Oh, how Jessica wished she had more time! A cock like this deserved to be worshipped. To be lovingly stroked, then nibbled upon. Had she the time, she would have licked each of his balls, sucking one at a time into her mouth to be caressed between her lips. And then she would’ve taken as much of this monster into her mouth as she could and sucked until he geyser a load deep down her throat.

But they didn’t have the time, and Jessica couldn’t wait that long anyway. So she looked up at Toby’s face once, then pushed him into a sitting position in the sleigh before dropping her head to his lap and taking as much of his meat into her mouth as she could.

It wasn’t much. Oh, he was big, and tasted all sweaty and salty. Jessica held him with one hand, while letting her other drop down between her own legs. She was glad she’d worn a skirt today – it gave her better access to her hotbox, even if she had to rub through her pantyhose. But she rubbed anyway, unable to think of much else.

She imagined she was quite the sight – one of Hollywood’s rising stars, half-naked in a mall storage room, on her knees giving a young stud with a giant cock a rushed blowjob. Oh, if the paparazzi could see her now.

“Oh, fuck,” Toby groaned. “I-I-”

“No, don’t cum,” Jessica said, pulling off his cock.

“No, I mean I only got maybe ten minutes left, and-”

“You gotta fuck me, Toby,” she said, standing up. “Right here in the sleigh. Get up! Get up!” She helped pull him up, then hiked her skirt up and bent over.

“Whoa, nice ass,” Toby said, stepping forward and running a hand over Jessica’s pantyhose-covered backside. “You want me to pull these down, or-”

“Just rip them and fuck me already, Toby,” Jessica said. “We’re running out of-OH!” She didn’t get to finish before Toby reached down and jabbed his fingers into her cunt, briefly penetrating her before the pantyhose gave way and began to rip. A second later, there was more than enough hole for the young man to slide his cock through and into the lovely redhead.

Jessica closed her eyes and waited, thrilled at the prospect of being stretched to the limit by her young stud. But the stretching didn’t come. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and looked back over her shoulder, surprised to see Toby in the process of rolling a condom down over the top half of his shaft.

“Mmmm, good boy,” Jessica said. She’d been so overcome with lust, she’d completely forgotten about using protection. Had Toby been so inclined, he could’ve fucked her bareback and she never would’ve thought to complain.

Now though, the naughty elf with the giant cock was stepping up behind her, aiming his crotch towards her own. Jessica just barely had time to close her eyes before he slid forward and penetrated her waiting snatch.

Jessica hadn’t been this horny in ages, and had never felt more wet in her life. The condom was lubricated. Even so, it was a tight fit and it took several long, almost painful seconds for the boy to slide as much of his cock up into Jessica. Not that Jessica was going to complain! Even the pain of being stretched by this monster cock was exciting, and really wasn’t that what this was all about? A little sexual thrill? A strange man – a boy, really – with a huge dick and no reservations about banging a hot redhead, who he probably didn’t even know was famous. Yeah, the thrill was almost better than the actual sex.

Almost.

“Fuck, yes!” Jessica gasped as Toby bottomed out. He held himself all the way inside her for a long second, letting her adjust to being so totally filled. Then he pulled almost all the way out, and hammered back in as hard as he could.

“OH GOD FUCK YES!” Jessica cried out. He did it again, and she cried out again. Her entire body was quivering with each thrust, pleasure shooting through her like exploding steam. Harder and harder Toby thrusted, faster and faster. Jessica took it all, loving every bit of it. She was being a complete and total slut, and she loved it. Not the prim and proper little movie star today. Not the regal award nominee. Not the competent and compelling actress. No, she was just a desperate redheaded slut, getting fucked by a stud.

Well, if she was going to go full slut, she should look the part. “Wait, wait!”

“I really-”

“I’m going to turn over and get on the floor. I want you to see my tits,” she said. Thankfully, her bra was front-clasp today, and she had it undone before he was fully out of her. For a second, she ached at the emptiness she felt there, but as she got down on the floor, she knew she’d be filled again soon.

Jessica Chastain laid flat on her back and lifted her legs, spreading them so her skirt fell to her waist.

“Hurry up, what are you waiting for?” she asked as he stood there admiring her.

“Sorry,” he said. He dropped down to his knees, lined his giant cock up with her snatch, and penetrated her again.

“Oh FUCK yes,” she groaned as he slid all the way in. “You got nothing to be sorry for!”

Toby was starting to jackhammer her, slamming in and out as fast as he could. As Jessica’s head rolled back on her neck, she saw a clock high on the wall behind her. He was watching the time. Well, poor guy had to get back to his job quick. But if he thought Jess was going to let him out of here without getting her off first, he was mistaken.

Still, there was no point in purposefully making him late. Jessica reached down with a hand and started stroking her own clit. The engorged nub was already throbbing, and the added sensation was enough to kick her into overdrive.

“Harder!” She gasped. “Harder!”

“Fuck!” Toby said, slamming into her as hard as he could. Jessica saw stars behind her eyes with each thrust as his man meat filled her. Every shove seemed to be pushing her an inch or two across the floor, and she had to stick her free hand above her head to keep from hitting it on a balsa-wood candy cane! But she wouldn’t tell him to stop. Not when she was so close.

“Almost there,” he groaned, still slamming into her.

“Don’t stop!” She begged. She was so close. She frigged herself harder, her clit throbbing with pleasure.

He thrust into her again, and this time her hair brushed the candy-cane behind her, but it didn’t matter. Not to Jessica.

“OHFUCKYEESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!” She cried out as orgasm overcame her. Her vision became nothing but red and green and white stars, and her entire body seemed to tingle down to the cellular level.

“Shit!” Toby swore suddenly, pulling out. The sudden emptiness shocked Jessica out of her post-orgasmic stupor.

“What, what is it?” She asked.

“Condom broke,” he said, holding his dick up where she could see it. Sure enough, there was the ripped remains of his latex covering around the bottom of his giant shaft.

“Did you-?” She started to ask.

“No, not yet, but I’ve got maybe five minutes to-”

Jessica didn’t even let him finish. She sat up, grabbed his massive member with both hands, and started jerking. Fortunately, his cock was still slick from a combo of whatever lube was on the condom and Jessica’s own juices. She did three slow strokes, then started to speed up, aware he was on the clock. But after the big O he’d just given her, he deserved his own reward.

“Tits or mouth?” she asked quickly, feeling him throb between her fingers.

“W-what?”

“You wanna come on my tits or in my mouth? Hurry!” Jessica asked.

“M-mouth!” he stammered, trying to hold back. Jessica put her lips up over the head of his shaft, and that was as far as she got. Toby cried out as if he’d been slapped, and suddenly Jessica’s mouth was loaded with cum. Squirt after squirt, Toby emptied his balls for what seemed to Jess was a solid minute straight, but in fact was maybe only ten seconds. Either way, she had to fight to swallow it all, and a tiny bit dribbled out the corner of her mouth..

“Oh wow, that was-”

“Get your pants on, elf-boy,” Jessica said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “You’re going to be late.”

“Shit,” Toby said, reaching down for his shorts. His cock might have been deflating, but he was still going to have an impressive bulge in those silly green shorts.

“Thanks,” Jessica said, patting that bulge one last time before he left. “That was just what I needed.”

“No, thank you, Miss Chastain,” he said. Jessica’s eyes went wide. He HAD recognized her! “Loved you in Interstellar,” he added before rushing out of the room, leaving her sitting there half naked on the floor.

With a sigh, Jessica got dressed and found her way out of the storage area. She did, after all, still have some shopping to do.

*-*-*-*-*-*

Unwrapped in Red:

Kelly Clarkson looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. Oh, the red silk nightie she wore looked beautiful, as did the matching panties underneath. But she just wasn’t feeling it. Not one bit.

“I hate it,” she said, frowning.

“It looks beautiful,” the sales girl said. “Your husband’s a lucky man.”

“He was a lucky man before I popped out a kid,” Kelly said. “Why is it taking so long to lose all this fat?”

“It’s hardly a lot of fat,” the sales girl said. “And it’s the holidays, everyone puts on a few pounds during the holidays.”

“I put it on back in June,” Kelly grumbled.

“So now you fit in more. Would you like to try the teddy next?”

“Uh, no,” Kelly said, thinking of how awful that would look. “I think I’d rather just wear a mumu. Do you have those here?”

“No, and you don’t need one,” the girl insisted.

“I’m sorry, your name is?”

“Iris,” the redhead said, smiling. “And if it’s not too forward, I’m a big fan.”

“Probably not as big as you were an hour ago,” Kelly sighed. “I’m sorry for unloading on you, but…”

“But you just had a kid, and your husband hasn’t touched you in months, and you’re worried he’s going to lose interest, and you’ll end up alone, just like you always feared before you got married in the first place.”

Kelly shot her a look. “Are you a mind reader?”

“No, I’m a Psych major at UofT,” Iris said, smiling sympathetically.

“You’ll do wonders then,” Kelly said. “Alright, Psych major, you think this little number will get my husband’s attention back?”

“If your husband is a straight male, you could get his attention just by walking into the room in a t-shirt and jeans,” Iris said. “You wear this, you’ll blow his mind.”

“But will that make him want to blow mine?” Kelly said. “I’m getting a little frustrated, know what I mean?”

“Sure, we’ve all been there.”

“You’ve been there? You’re a smoking hot redhead who’s, what, all of twenty-two?”

“Twenty-one, actually.”

“Oh, yay, you can drink now,” Kelly cheered sarcastically. “So, how do you get your husband’s attention back after you’ve popped out a baby and still look like a whale?”

“Well, for starters, you stop thinking of yourself as a whale,” Iris said. “Think of yourself as the hot girl who got his attention in the first place. Here,” she said, reaching up and fiddling with the straps on Kelly’s nightgown. The neckline plummeted, threatening to reveal nipple.

“Whoa, hang on, you’re about to put the girls on full display. I may not have the biggest chest out there, but that doesn’t mean I’m about to go join the Free The Nipple campaign.”

“You should, these are gorgeous,” Iris said. “If I was your husband, my hands would be on them constantly. Except when they’re on your ass.”

“He did use to love my ass,” Kelly admitted.

“Everyone loves your ass,” Iris said, meaning it. “J-Lo should’ve had you sing on the her ‘Booty’ track.”

Kelly laughed. “Oh, now I know you’re buttering me up for a sale,” she said.

“No, I mean it, you have a killer ass. I’d love to-” Iris stopped short, her hand shooting to her mouth. “Uh, you wanted to try the teddy?” she asked.

“Wait a second,” Kelly said. “What would you like to do to my ass?”

“I shouldn’t say. I’m sorry, I’ve said too much. It’s just, we were talking, and I can’t believe anyone isn’t just madly in lust with you, and…” she trailed off.

“Wait, are you a lesbian?” Kelly asked.

“Bisexual,” Iris muttered. “That’s not a-”

“Oh my god, I haven’t been hit on by a lesbian in ages!” Kelly said enthusiastically. “I used to be all the time. Like, ALL the time. Couldn’t walk the streets without another girl hitting on me. But it’s stopped lately. At first I didn’t mind, because, y’know, I’m straight and all, but I miss it! God, it was always the biggest compliment when some gorgeous girl would come up and ask you out cold like that.”

Iris smiled at her. “I bet you’re still getting hit on all the time. You just don’t notice it.”

“No, I don’t,” Kelly said. “It would be nice if someone came right out and told me they thought I was hot.”

“I think you’re hot,” Iris said. “And I’d love to go down on you, right here, right now.”

Kelly blinked, surprised. “Really?”

Iris dropped to her knees and lifted the front of Kelly’s nightgown, exposing the flimsy red lace panties that went with it. Without waiting for permission, she leaned forward and kissed Kelly’s crotch through the panties.

“Whoa,” Kelly said, feeling her head spin a little.

Iris did it again, and again. Kelly leaned back against the mirror, one of her hands rising up to her lips.

“If you want me to stop, say so,” Iris said, peeling the panties down over Kelly’s hips and thighs. “Otherwise, I’m just going to keep going until one of us gets off.”

“Don’t stop,” Kelly whispered. Iris kissed her again, this time without the panties between them. The sensation of warm, wet lips on her most private reigon was enough to make Kelly swoon. Oh, how she missed being touched like this! It hadn’t really happened since she’d gotten pregnant, and she needed it. Bad.

Iris found Kelly’s clit – the tiny thing was actually throbbing with need – and ran her tongue over it one, slowly, seductively.

“Oh, gawd!” Kelly groaned. Her other hand dropped to Iris’ head, and for a second, the sales girl thought the star was going to pull her off. But Kelly just left it there, so Iris licked her again. And again. And again.

“Fuuuck!” Kelly moaned. “Don’t stop.”

Iris didn’t. She kept licking, loving the tangy taste of Kelly Clarkson’s pussy, which was now getting quite wet. Iris had been waiting for this, and while she kept her tongue moving over the other woman’s clit, she slid a single finger deep into Kelly.

“Yeesssss!” Kelly hissed at the dual stimulation. The hand on her mouth dropped to one of her boobs and she began massaging it through the silky fabric of the nightgown. Iris just kept licking and sliding her finger in and out. Kelly started thrusting her hips forward in time with the thrusts. This didn’t help the licking any, pushing Iris’ head away, so Kelly used the hand on the shop girl’s head to hold her tight.

And at that point, Kelly was just using Iris, fucking the girl’s face and tongue like a woman who hadn’t gotten laid in months, which was exactly what she was. Harder and harder, Kelly ground her crotch into Iris’ face and hand. She was close, so so close!

Suddenly Iris pushed her off, gasping for breath. The poor girl’s face was red, and suddenly Kelly realized the poor store clerk hadn’t been able to breathe!

“Oh my god, I’m-”

“No, no!” Iris said. “I loved it! But I need more!” She reached up and yanked on the nightgown, half ripping it as she pulled Kelly to the floor. Immediately, Iris’ lips touched Kelly’s, and Kelly Clarkson learned that her own pussy had a salty-sweet taste to it that was far from unpleasant. But she couldn’t concentrate on that, because Iris’ hand was back between the singer’s legs, multiple fingers seeking entrance into her most private of areas.

“Oh, GAWD!” Kelly moaned as three fingers filled her wet slit, more than even she had ever stuck in there before. Immediately, the closeness she’d felt thrusting onto Iris’ face came flooding back, and Kelly grabbed a breast in each hand, feeling her hard nipples poke into the flesh of her palms as orgasm approached.

“Are you close?” Iris asked, her voice a husky whisper in Kelly’s ear.

“Yes!” Kelly hissed, fighting to keep from exploding all over Iris’ hand.

“Wait, just wait,” Iris said, pulling out. Kelly groaned in frustration, but didn’t complain as Iris peeled her shirt off, exposing her own fancy red lace bra, the lace sheer enough that both her fat pink nipples were easily seen. Kelly felt her mouth water upon seeing them, and without thinking, reached up to gently touch one of them.

“These are wonderful,” Kelly said. Kelly was hardly flat, and was larger at the moment because she still occasionally lactated, but like most girls she’d always wanted bigger breasts.

“Oh, I love yours,” Iris said, gently stroking Kelly’s exposed tit. “They fit you so perfectly.”

“You’re just trying to butter me up,” Kelly snorted.

“Is it working?” Iris asked.

“You tell me,” Kelly said, pulling the younger girl to her and kissing her once more.

“On your knees,” Iris said when the kiss broke. Kelly blinked, confused, but followed instruction, getting onto her knees.

“Turn around and bend over the chair,” Iris said, her eyes drinking in every inch of Kelly’s skin the ripped nightgown exposed. As Kelly turned around, the nightgown rode up, and almost her entire ass was exposed to the hungry young sales associate. Which was exactly what Iris wanted.

“What are you-oh!” Iris cut off Kelly’s question by kissing each of the superstar’s ass cheeks once before pulling them apart and sticking her tongue inbetween them.

Kelly went rigid. She might have had a great ass, but she wasn’t used to it being played with much. Certainly not by a cute store clerk she’d just met. And yet…

“Relax,” Iris said. “Relax, and you’ll enjoy it.”

Kelly tried to relax, and Iris’ tongue began to work inside her most forbidden hole. At first, Kelly didn’t feel much. But when Iris spoke next, the singer started to get into it.

“Mmmm,” Iris said. “You’re so dirty, Kelly Clarkson. Letting some stranger lick your ass for you. So naughty.”

“Yeah,” Kelly said, starting to get into it. This was certainly something she’d never considered before. But it was starting to feel good, in a dirty sort of way.

“I never knew you were such a slut, Kelly Clarkson,” Iris said, putting a finger to Kelly’s clit. “You seem like such a good girl, but here you are, my slutty little toy.”

“Oh gawd,” Kelly groaned. The orgasm she’d been denied earlier was starting to force it’s way forward again. Between Iris’ tongue in Kelly’s ass, her finger on Kelly’s clit, and her words ringing in Kelly’s ear, the singer knew she wouldn’t be able to stop this time.

“Cum for me, you dirty little slut, letting some stranger eat your ass in a changing room! Cum for me! Now!” Iris cried before shoving her tongue as deep into Kelly’s ass as she could.

Kelly came immediately, her whole body convulsing with pleasure and need. Pure bliss crashed over her, and she actually fell from the small chair, landing on her side, unable to see anything past the rainbow of colors exploding before her eyes from her climax.

“Wow, when you cum, you cum,” Iris said as Kelly slowly came to.

“T-thank you,” Kelly said. “I’ll definitely take the red one,” she said.

“Not that one, it’s a little ripped. I’ll get you a fresh one,” Iris promised as Kelly looked up at her.

“You just keep taking care of me,” Kelly said.

“I like to think of being a full-service kind of girl,” Iris said, helping Kelly get up onto the chair. “You alright? Did you hit your head?”

“No,” Kelly said. “But I’m going to have to leave you one helluva tip.”

“Well, your’s isn’t the only pussy around here that could use some attention,” Iris said, motioning towards her own crotch.

Kelly smiled. “And not the only ass that needs licking?” she asked suggestively.

“Kelly Clarkson, you ARE a dirty little slut,” Iris said smiling as she removed her own skirt and panties.

*-*-*-*-*-*

On Santa’s Naughty List:

Kendall Jenner slipped off her shoes and nearly groaned in delight. It had been a long day, though thankfully the TV cameras hadn’t been following her. She wasn’t technically part of whatever round of Kardashian show E! was hocking at the moment, but her contract was pretty specific. Any time she went home, she was on camera. For the budding model and actress, having her own two-bedroom high-rise condo was a necessity.

Her shirt came next, tossing it across the entrance way towards the basket she kept there for just such an occasion. While she was hardly a nudist, Kendall loved nothing more than stripping off her clothes whenever she got home, and taking a long, hot bath. Ideally with her waterproof vibrator, though that wasn’t always possible if she had somewhere to be. Seeing as how it was Christmas eve, she didn’t have to be anywhere – except back to the Kardashian home, where she’d have to be on camera.

“Yeah, I’ll need something to get through that,” the 19-year-old muttered aloud, even as she undid the button on her skinny jeans. At least an orgasm, if not something a little stronger.

She left her jeans on, though unbuttoned, as she made her way towards the stairs. She paused just a moment at a set of shelves near the stairs that appeared to hold trinkets and books, but was actually where she stashed her weed. She opened the small jar hidden next to a picture of her sisters, and found a single joint left. Well, that would have to do. She didn’t have time for more anyway. Someone would probably have something to drink at the house anyway. They were always more entertaining, the producers knew, when they were drunk.

She climbed the stairs, shedding her bra as she went. As she passed one of the many mirrors around the place, she frowned. Her tits were perky but small, hardly anything to write home about. Somehow, she’d missed out on the family tits genes, with even her younger sister Kylie having bigger boobs than Kendall did. Well, it helped her modeling career more than a little, and she could always get a boob job once she stopped doing catwalk shows.

She entered the bathroom and started the water running, finally pulling down her pants as the tub filled. Clad now in just her thong, she walked out to the bedroom to grab her favorite vibe and a lighter. She lit the joint and immediately took a long drag, hoping to take the edge off as quickly as possible. Then she shucked her thong and headed back to the tub. It was easily half full now, the water sending up waves of steam, the jets thrusting away beneath the surface. She didn’t want to wait another second, so she stepped into the tub, hit the button on her vibe –

– and froze as nothing happened. Kendall frowned, looking down at the stupid purple thing. She hit it once again, and again nothing happened. The batteries were dead.

“Damnit,” she swore. She stepped back out of the tub, not bothering to dry her lower legs off, and went back into the bedroom. She got all the way to her bed stand and opened it up, looking for spare batteries before she noticed it.

Black lingerie, complete with stockings, garters, a pair of killer black stiletto heels, and a red Santa hat.

“What the hell?” she muttered, looking around. “Is someone here?” she asked, taking another quick drag on her smoke. There was no answer.

Who would’ve left lingerie out for her? She looked at it carefully, not at all surprised to find it was all her size, even the shoes. It was gorgeous, expensive stuff, she could feel it even though there were no labels. The panties were a bit large, riding high on her waist, but hardly unflattering. The bra was nothing but lace. It was all beautiful, a classy level of seductive that wasn’t something people associated anyone in the Kardashian clan with.

She’d worn it before. For a photoshoot earlier in the year, though while the cut and style had been the same, the fabric hadn’t been quite as nice. This was top-of-the-line lingerie, possibly handmade. But where had it come from?

There were no notes, no nothing. She looked around, and saw nothing else out-of-place, just the lingerie.

“Kylie,” she muttered, thinking of her younger sister. This had to be some trick she was playing. Probably waiting somewhere waiting to spring out with a camera and catch Kendall freaking out over the underwear. Well, she wasn’t going to get spooked that easily. She took another drag on her joint, grabbed the spare batteries out of the bedside table, replaced the ones in her vibe, and went back to the bathroom. If Kylie wanted a show, Kendall would give her one.

The water had nearly reached the lip of the tub, which would’ve been fine, except Kendall had left the water running, and it was off now. Hadn’t she? She tested the water with a finger, finding it the perfect warm temperature. She must have turned it off and forgotten about it in the confusion over the lingerie. Without another though, Kendall slipped into the water, feeling the warmth go right up to her neck.

Now THIS was what she needed. Already she was feeling better, the warm water doing wonders for her tired body. She took another pull on her joint, and placed it on the side of the tub long enough to adjust the speed of her vibrator. This time it started up right away, and Kendall quickly dropped it below the water and pressed it right up against her clit.

“Ahhhh…” She groaned, feeling the sexual thrill run through her body. Between the hot water, the weed, and the vibrator, her body was in instant relaxation mode. She leaned her head back against the wall, closed her eyes and started to day dream. She started off pretty standard, some hot basketball stud fucking her senseless. But her mind quickly started to drift, even as the vibrator worked it’s magic on her clit. Soon she was making out with some hot chick – that model, Cara Delevigne. She kept hitting on Kendall. Sooner or later, the young Jenner would give in to her bisexual desires and let that slut have her way with her, but for now it remained a fantasy.

“Oooh, fuck me Cara,” Kendall groaned aloud.

“My my my, foul language, masturbation, AND drug use! Someone really deserves to be on the naughty list!”

Kendall’s eyes flew open, and she sat up, dropping the vibe. There, sitting on the side of the tub was a beautiful redheaded woman dressed in green lingerie similar to what had been laid out on the bed outside. She even had a green Santa hat on, and she idly twirled the puff at the end of it like a cat playing with string.

“WHO THE HELL-”

“More swearing!” The woman said, clucking her tongue. “And here I thought you were the best behaved of the Kardashians.”

“How did you get in here? Who are you?” Kendall asked, covering her breasts with one hand, her crotch with the other.

“Down the chimney, of course,” the woman said, looking around. “You haven’t decorated much.”

“It’s my bathroom, who decorates a bathroom?” Kendall asked. “Who are you?”

“Oh, you can call me Ella. I’m your judgment elf.”

“My what?” Kendall asked.

“Your judgment elf. See, you’re on the naughty list, but you’re borderline,” Ella said. “If you impress me with your giving spirit and lack of selfishness, I can get you over to the nice list before tonight.”

Kendall shot her an odd look. “Just how high am I right now?”

“Oh, not at all – I replaced your weed with a placebo,” Ella said.

Kendall looked at her joint. “A what?”

“You’re smoking mistletoe, dear. Utterly harmless in such a small dose,” Ella said. “And you can move your hands, trust me, I’ve seen everything you have already.”

“I’m totally stoned, that’s it,” Kendall said to herself. “I’m stoned, and dreaming, and any minute now I’m going to wake up and – OUCH!”

Ella had reached over and pinched her hard on the upper thigh. “You aren’t dreaming dear, and you aren’t high.”

“This can’t be real. There’s no such thing as elves.”

“That’s funny,” Ella said. “Up at the north pole, we like to say there’s no such thing as a Kardashian. You people are scary.”

“I’m a Jenner,” Kendall muttered, her reflexive response to people bitching about Kardashians. “What do you want?”

“To see if you can be good and selfless, and get yourself over onto the nice list before midnight, that’s all.” She looked into the water to where Kendall’s vibrator was still going. “You aren’t off to a good start, I must say.”

“You broke into my house-” Kendall snapped.

“I came down your chimney,” Ella scoffed.

“I DON’T HAVE A CHIMNEY!” Kendall screamed.

“Oh, right.” Ella said. She snapped her fingers, and in a flash of light, the back wall of Kendall’s bathroom was replaced by a fireplace, complete with roaring fire, several stockings, and a mantle filled with pictures of Kendall’s modeling work – mostly her more risque stuff.

Kendall’s eyes went wide. She hadn’t moved from the tub, but she could feel the heat from the fire from where she sat.

“What ARE you?” Kendall asked, looking back at Ella in awe.

“Told you. Judgment elf,” Ella said.

“Ella the Elf?”

“Ella the Judgment Elf,” Ella corrected. “I worked hard to earn that title, I’d like to use it, thank-you-very-much.”

“This can’t be real,” Kendall said.

“It is,” Ella said. “So, are you going to try and be nice, or should I move on to someone else? I understand Amanda Bynes is claiming she’s sober right now, and someone should check on her to make sure she’s not lying by too much.”

“What are you talking about? Nice list?”

“How long have you not been a kid,” Ella asked. “Santa’s list. You know, naughty or nice? Lump of coal or cool toys? How much weed HAVE you smoked lately.”

“Santa isn’t real.”

“Sure he is. What, you think your parents stayed up all night laying out presents for you and all your sisters, year after year, just for the hell of it? Or because they loved you? Your parents, especially, are too cheap for that. And trust me, they only love you for what you can do for them.”

Kendall hated to admit it, but Ella was right on that count at least.

“So, what do I have to do to get on the nice list?” she asked. “Feed the homeless? Adopt a puppy? Stop smoking weed?”

“All of that would help, but only for next year,” Ella said. She snapped her fingers again, and in another flash of light she was holding a tablet computer that matched her lingerie exactly. “I’m afraid the swearing and drug use tonight have pretty much blocked you for this year.”

“What?” Kendall asked. “But I didn’t even fucking-”

“See what I mean? Such a potty mouth,” Ella tisked. “Kendall Jenner, I’m sorry to tell you you are on the naughty list.” With that, the emerald-clad woman stood up and started walking towards the new fireplace while tapping away at her tablet.

“Wait, wait, please!” Kendall said, getting half up out of the bath. “There has to be something I can do!”

“Oh, do you believe now, do you?” Ella asked. “I’m sorry, but unless you get in a car accident and give all your organs to needy children about to die, you’re stuck.”

“There must be something I can do,” Kendall insisted. “I have money.”

“Yes, I suspect that’s half your problem,” Ella said.

“No, I mean, I can give YOU money.”

“Are you offering to bribe me?” Ella asked, cocking her head to one side. Her red hair seemed to shimmer in the light of the fire.

“Sure, why not?”

“Well, technically, that’s still something that would put you on the naughty list,” Ella said, looking Kendall over. “But maybe we can work out something.”

“Name your price,” Kendall said, hardly believing she was haggling with a half-naked elf woman over her own Christmas.

“Oh, sweetie, I don’t take cash,” Ella said. “I live in a magical realm in the north pole. We don’t have much use for money up there.”

“Then what do you want? Clothes?” Kendall asked.

“Sweetie, I can make any clothes I want,” Ella said, snapping her fingers. Light flashed around them both, and suddenly Kendall and Ella were dressed like Elsa and Anna from “Frozen.” She snapped her fingers again, and they were both clad as cheerleaders. Another finger snap and they both wore lingerie, Ella in green, Kendall in black.

“Okay, what do you want?”

Ella pretended to consider for a moment, but when she spoke she said exactly what Kendall expected her to.

“Pussy,” Ella said. “Namely yours.”

“Okay,” Kendall said.

“O-okay?” Ella said, surprised. “Really?”

“Sure. I’ve always wanted to do it with a girl, and if it gets me on the nice list…” she trailed off with a shrug.

“You sound like you’ve done this before.”

“You think I got into the modeling world by being hot and a Kardashian? Lana Del Rey’s ‘Fucked My Way Up To The Top’ might as well be my theme song.”

“Oh. Okay then,” Ella said. “Well, let’s get you dried off.” She snapped her fingers and Kendall was suddenly standing in front of her, clad in the black lingerie and dry as a bone.

“How do you-”

“Judgment elf, sweetie,” Ella said. “I’m magic. Come here.”

Kendall took a few steps forward, and Ella wrapped her arms around her, pulling her in for a soft first kiss. Kendall froze at first, but quickly got into it. There was something nice about being kissed by this crazy elf lady. Her lips tasted like-

“Are you wearing peppermint lipstick?” Kendall asked, breaking the kiss.

Ella rolled her eyes. “I’m an elf from Santa’s village. My lips taste like candy canes.”

“Really? That’s kinda awesome. When I was little, I used to eat those all day long on Christmas until I made myself sick.”

“Taste them all you want right here, baby. I promise, you won’t get sick,” Ella said, smiling wolfishly. Kendall took her up on that, kissing the redhead back with some passion. Sure enough, the taste remained, adding a little something extra to Kendall’s efforts.

But Ella wasn’t satisfied just with kissing the 19-year-old. She wanted much, much more.

“Come to the bed,” Ella said, breaking the kiss and leading Kendall out of the bathroom. Kendall gasped as she entered her own bedroom, shocked to find it changed. Oh, the basics were all the same – her bed, her chairs, her desk – but the carpet seemed to be covered in snow and rose petals. A bottle of wine and a pair of glasses sat next to the bed, chilling in snow, while the turned-down bed featured more rose petals and a few candy canes lay strewn about the covers.

“Whoa,” Kendall said, even as Ella sat down on the bed.

“A girl’s first time should be special.”

“I’m not a virgin,” Kendall pointed out.

“You are with girls,” Ella said, opening the wine bottle.

“Yeah, okay. And elfs, too, I guess.”

“It’s elves, sweetie,” Ella said. “Wine?” she asked, offering Kendall a glass.

“I’m underaged, shouldn’t this put me on the naughty list?” Kendall joked even as she sipped it. “What flavor is this?” she asked.

“Apple cider,” Ella said. “And don’t worry, you can just do a little more for me to keep this off your record.”

“Apple cider wine, that should be disgusting, but it’s really good,” Kendall said, downing the rest of her glass.

“Lush,” Ella grunted. “And it’s magical, dear. Just go with it.”

“Okay, so how do you-”

“On your knees, dear,” Ella said, snapping her fingers. Her green panties vanished, leaving a beautiful looking pussy with the smallest tuft of red fuzz above it. Kendall had resisted sex with women in the past, in part because she didn’t think pussies looked all that appetizing. But looking down at Ella’s, she honestly licked her lips.

Slowly, she dropped to her knees into the snow – which somehow wasn’t at all cold or wet – and looked closer. “You’re beautiful,” she said.

“Again, Judgment Elf,” Ella said exasperated. “Comes with the territory.”

“Then how come I’ve never heard of you?” Kendall shot back.

“Less questions, more cunnilingus,” Ella said. “That means-”

“I know what it means,” Kendall said, and to demonstrate, she dropped her head into Ella’s lap and began licking at the delicious pussy. Once again, a completely unexpected taste greeted her lips. “Does your pussy taste like-”

“Sugar cookies, yes yes,” Ella said. “More licking please!”

Kendall happily got to work. She doubted most women tasted this good, but if they did Kendall would happily go down on one every day of the year. Her own box began to heat up, even as Ella started moaning in front of her.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!” Ella cried out, matching each shout with a lap from Kendall. “Good little slut, lap up Ella’s pretty little cunt!”

Kendall started lapping harder. She liked it when someone talked dirty to her. Even when she’d been bent over some casting director’s desk, getting it from behind, if he talked dirty while fucking her, she’d enjoyed herself. Without thinking, she dropped one of her hands down to her own pussy, gently stroking it under her panties.

“Tut-tut, Miss Jenner,” Ella said suddenly. There was a flash of light, and suddenly Kendall’s arms were tied behind her back in a red satin bow. “No touching yourself until I’ve gotten off. You’re bribing me, not getting yourself off.”

Kendall groaned in frustration – this was the second time Ella had interrupted her own masturbatory efforts. Well, Kendall would just have to hurry up and get this elf bitch off faster. Leaning forward carefully, Kendall started lapping harder, concentrating on Ella’s clit.

“OH FUCK! Right there! RIGHT FUCKING THERE!” Ella cried out. There was another flash of light, and Ella’s bra was gone, leaving her just in green stockings and pumps. Her breasts were lovely. Not much larger than Kendall’s, but tipped with two perfect pink nipples that would’ve made Kendall’s mouth water if she could’ve seen them clearly. She was too busy with her face between Ella’s legs, though, and kept licking at the clit.

Suddenly, Ella reached forward and grabbed Kendall’s head, burrying the starlet’s face deep into her crotch. Kendall tried to keep licking, but all she could really do was stick her tongue out and smell sugar cookies as Ella started humping her face like crazy.

“SWEET MISSUS CLAUS!!!” Ella cried out, her body going stiff. She yanked Kendall’s face even deeper into her pussy, and for a long moment, Kendall couldn’t breathe. Then just as suddenly, Ella let go, and Kendall fell back onto her butt, breathing hard, trying to shake the smell of baked goods.

“Wow, that was great,” Ella said, sitting there catching her breath.

“That-that’s it?” Kendall stammered.

“Oh, hardly,” Ella said. “I’m not the kind of Judgment Elf who’ll let you pass just for a single really good orgasm. I need at least two.” With that, she snapped her fingers and Kendall found herself laying on her back atop the bed, with the gorgeous redhead hovering above her. Here she could see between the hair and sure enough, Ella had pointed ears. Somehow, that made this hotter for Kendall.

“Now what?” she asked.

“Now we 69,” Ella said, turning around and putting her crotch back into Kendall’s face. As she laid down, she fit perfectly along Kendall’s body – odd, Kendall thought she was a good two or three inches taller than the elf girl – so that Kendall’s mouth and pussy lined up with Ella’s pussy and mouth respectfully. Kendall had never 69ed before, but she was game. As Ella lowered her pussy, she happily started licking.

That lasted until Ella’s tongue made contact with Kendall’s pussy. A shot of electricity seemed to bounce from her pussy to her tits, around the back to her ass, back to her pussy, and straight up to her brain, triggering every erogenous zone Kendall had. All from a single lick.

The second lick was just as good. The third, even better.

“Whoa, is it always like this when a girl goes down on you?”

“If that girl is an elf, sure,” Ella said. “I think it’s even better when she’s a human, but I’m biased like that. Now get licking.” She wiggled her pussy in Kendall’s face again, and Kendall got back to licking, as best she could what with repeated bursts of erotic bliss shooting through every nerve in her body.

For what seemed like a long time, they lay there like that, feasting on each others cunts, and Kendall worked into a good rhythm that had her licking while Ella’s tongue was off her pussy. She could’ve kept doing this for hours, she figured. Each burst of electricity from Ella’s tongue seemed to feed energy into Kendall, and she wanted to return the favor, lick for lick.

And then she felt her orgasm growing again. Kendall fought to hold it back, trying to think unsexy thoughts, but with Ella’s beautiful slit in her face, it was hard to think about anything else. For someone who’d only really thought about lesbian sex in the past, Kendall was quite certain she was a happy little rug muncher, and would be for the rest of her life.

“Oh, RUN RUN RUDOLPH YES!” Ella cried out, her legs clamping hard around Kendall’s head, trapping her there for a moment. She could barely breathe, could barely move her tongue, but Kendall kept licking as best she could. Ella’s sweet-tasting pussy was addictive! Even as the elf girl gushed with sugar cookie juice, Kendall couldn’t stop tasting.

After all, how often was it that a sexy Christmas elf climaxed all over your face? Not often, Kendall figured.

Suddenly Ella climbed off her, copping a feel on Kendall’s tit as she did so before turning around and looking down at the young model. “Not bad, not bad,” the elf said. “I think we just need one more thing and I’ll slip you onto the nice list.”

“Anything,” Kendall said, meaning it. She honestly didn’t care about the list at this point, she just wanted to keep going with Ella.

The elf snapped her fingers, there was another flash of light, and suddenly Kendall was on her hands and knees, facing a giant mirror that hadn’t been in her room before. Actually, looking at the frame, she thought she recognized it as the one her older sister Kim had in her bedroom. It belonged to Kim’s egocentric boyfriend, but Kim used it just as much, Kendall knew. How it got to her apartment, the young Jenner didn’t know.

“Open your mouth real quick,” Ella said, walking in front of Kendall. The elf was no wearing a rather large looking strap-on dildo, with red and white stripes like a candy cane. Sure enough, as the plastic phallus entered Kendall’s mouth, it tasted exactly like what it was colored as.

Kendall wasn’t the world’s biggest fan of candy canes, but she sucked on this one like her life depended on it.

“This is not your first time sucking a cock, is it?” Ella asked, gently brushing Kendall’s dark hair.

“Oh no,” Kendall admitted. “Been doing that for ages.”

“So you shouldn’t have been on the nice list for ages then,” Ella said mischeviously.

“Oh no, I think if you could feel this cock, you’d know I’m very good at this,” Kendall said before running her tongue up the entire length of the fake cock. Ella laughed.

“Well, yes, you certainly seem to have oral skills, but let’s see how well you do taking it from behind.” The elf got back on the bed, trailing a single finger down the center of Kendall’s back as she moved behind her. For a moment, Kendall just knelt there, waiting. She’d been fucked from behind before, certainly. In fact, more of the guys who’d fucked her had done her that way than any other way. Something about the guys she dated/fucked – they preferred doggy-style.

Suddenly, she felt pressure at her entrance, and slowly but firmly Ella pressed the dildo into Kendall’s pussy.

“Oh fucking GAWD!” Kendall cried out, feeling her inner walls expand to encompass the candy-cane colored cock. It felt HUGE! Far bigger than it had been in her mouth. And yet, it didn’t hurt. Not a bit. It felt fantastic, the kind of fullness she’d never experienced before. By the time the hilt her Kendall’s ass, the young model feared she was already too close to orgasm.

“Look at yourself!” Ella commanded, even as she pulled the shaft out. Kendall looked up and into the giant mirror. It was one of the sexiest sights she’d ever seen, her own nearly-naked body on all fours, while the equally naked Ella slowly fucked her from behind. It would be something that would be burned into Kendall’s brain the rest of her life.

The candy-cane dildo slid into her again, harder this time. The young model gasped, and gripped the sheets of the bed with both hands, trying to keep from collapsing on the bed. Her whole body was aflame with lusty need, and she was growing desperate.

“I’m so close,” she managed to say, even as the dildo came out of her again.

“Don’t cum yet,” Ella instructed her. “Don’t you dare cum until I’ve really fucked you.”

“Hurry!” Kendall hissed. She knew she wasn’t going to last long. Not like this.

Ella hurried. She started sliding in and out of Kendall faster and faster, every thrust threatening to send her over the edge. Kendall felt her jaw drop as wave after wave of pleasure rippled out from her pussy in time with Ella’s fucking. She’d never felt this good before! No drink, no drug, certainly no feeble boy attempting to fuck her had ever made her body feel like this. She supposed it was possible that with a large enough cock, a man might make her feel this way, but she doubted it. Ella knew what she was doing.

“Don’t look away!” Ella snapped, and Kendall returned her falling gaze to her own face. Her mouth was in a crazed ‘O’ and despite her best efforts, her eyes swam in haziness as she fought to keep from orgasming.

Ella had to know. She had to know how close Kendall was, but she just kept right on fucking, pounding into Kendall like a man seconds away from his own orgasm. Her eyes were locked on the mirror, too, and who could blame her. Kendall Jenner getting fucked by a strap-on wearing redheaded elf wasn’t something anyone saw every day.

Finally, Kendall could take no more. Her orgasm crashed through her, and the entire world seemed to go white. She couldn’t see the mirror anymore. She couldn’t hear her cries of sexual release. She couldn’t feel the candy-cane strap-on buried deep in her pussy. She couldn’t even taste the blood from where she’d but her own lip in the throws of passion. Her brain refused to work for the sexual bliss pummeling it. It was almost as if she were floating in pure orgasm.

“Careful, Kendall, you don’t want to drown,” she heard Ella say. Slowly, Kendall opened her eyes-

– and nearly jumped out of her skin. She was back in her tub, her little waterproof vibe jammed deep inside her pussy, while her sister Kylie looked down at her.

“God, sis, I know you like your vibrator, but it’s not worth dying to use,” Kylie said.

“Kylie? What the fuck are you doing here?” Kendall asked, sitting up.

“Keeping you from drowning on Christmas Eve, apparently, slut,” Kylie said, handing her sister a towel. “Come on, you’re late. Mom sent me to get you. We’re contractually obligated to show up for Christmas.”

“Wait, I was asleep?”

“The way you were crying out when I came up he stairs? You weren’t sleeping,” Kylie laughed. “Damn sis, you really get into your masturbating.” Kylie turned around and left the room, leaving a very confused Kendall behind. She looked around, trying to figure out if what had just happened had been real or not. The fireplace was gone, and there was no sign of Ella. Could it have been a dream? Her vibe was still going under the water, even as it slid out of her sensitive pussy.

It MUST have been a dream! That was the only explanation. There were no such things as elves, after all. Certainly not hot, redheaded Judgment Elves. Her joint lay burnt out in the tiny ash tray next to the tub. Clearly she’d had a little too much, gotten carried away in a fantasy, and dreamed it all up.

Shaking her head, she got out of the tub, wrapped the towel around her body, and walked into the bedroom, not at all surprised to see Kylie sitting there playing with her phone. Her younger sister looked up and nodded. “Cute lingerie. You should wear it next time you want to get laid.”

“Huh?” Kendall said, turning towards her bed. There, laid out just like it had been in her dream, was the same bra, panty, and stocking set she’d worn, along with the Santa hat. But this set was the same shade of green Ella had been wearing…

*-*-*-*-*-*

Dreidel, Dreidel, Dildo

“I just love Paris in the winter,” Scarlett Johansson said, looking out the window. “City of lights, Eiffel Tower, all that jazz. With all the Christmas stuff up, it’s all just so beautiful.”

“Well, you’re welcome to say as long as you want,” Natalie Portman said, sipping her wine. “My husband’s off visiting his parents and grandparents, and took the little one with him. I could use the company.”

“Ooh, don’t tempt me,” Scarlett said. “I’ve got to be back in LA day after tomorrow to do some ADR stuff for Avengers, and I’d much rather stay here and veg out with you.”

“You’re at least staying the night,” Natalie said firmly.

“I had a hotel booked…” Scarlett hemmed. She hadn’t had much time to spend with Natalie since they filmed The Other Boleyn Girl together, and that had been years ago now. This little dinner at Natalie’s was the most time they’d had together outside of award shows and receptions in more than two years.

“Cancel it. I’ll pay for it if I have to, but you’re not going anywhere else. Besides, Hanukkah starts tonight. It wouldn’t be right for me to put you out among strangers,” Natalie said.

“Does it?” Scarlett said, surprised. “I’d totally forgotten. I thought it was later this year,” she admitted, feeling a bit ashamed.

“Having a child will do that to you,” Natalie said, commiserating. “Fortunately, they don’t remember the first few holidays. This’ll be the third one Aleph has missed.”

“That’s horrible,” Scarlett said, finishing her wineglass. “Benjamin just takes him off, knowing it’s Hanukkah?”

“Benjamin does what Benjamin wants,” Natalie muttered. “And it really was the only time his parents could see Aleph, so…”

“Well, alright,” Scarlett said. “You’ve convinced me. Since Romain has Rose this week, I don’t have anyone to celebrate with either. I’m all yours.”

Natalie smiled, and for a second, Scarlett thought she saw something flash over the other woman’s eyes. “I was so hoping you’d say that. Let me clear the table, and get another bottle of wine.”

“Sounds good. Where’s the bathroom?”

“Around the corner, two doors down on the left,” Natalie said, pointing. “The water runs a little cold at first, so if that bothers you, let it go for at least thirty seconds.”

“My hands can take the cold,” Scarlett laughed, heading out. She quickly did her business, washed her hands in the cold water, and came back to the kitchen. She stopped short when she saw what was sitting on the table.

It looked like a dreidel, small, wooden, almost antique. But there was a small black wire coming out of the handle that ran all the way to the controller Natalie was holding in her hand, waiting for Scarlett to come back.

“Is that-?” Scarlett asked.

“The very same one,” Natalie confirmed.

“You kept it?” Scarlett asked, surprised.

“Kept it, and kept using it,” Natalie replied. “Got me through more than a few lonely nights.”

“I always wondered…” Scarlett said, thinking back. It had been while they’d been out promoting The Other Boleyn Girl when it happened. They’d shared so many hotels, and they were both lonely, so it just made sense to share hotel rooms. And that lead to sharing beds. And each others bodies. One night, as they lay tangled amid the sheets and each others limbs, they’d started to reminisce about their youths. Both girl had, as young children, stuck dreidels up inside their pussies, just experimenting. Scarlett, however, had done it again as a teenager, hoping to get off on it. Natalie had found this hilarious, and hadn’t let her forget it for more than a week. As the promotional tour wound down, Natalie had presented her blonde costar with a custom vibrator, that looked exactly like an old wooden dreidel.

Now, here was this toy again, and just seeing it made Scarlett wet between the legs.

“What do you say?” Natalie asked, picking it up and giving it a little spin. The toy essentially flopped right over, the cord attached to the handle making spinning difficult at best. “Want to try it again? For old times’ sake?”

“Oh, you know I’m going to have to use that,” Scarlett said. “But who gets to use it first?”

“Scarlett Johansson, you are a guest in my house,” Natalie said, smiling wickedly. “It would be rude of me not to insist you go first.”

“No one ever said Natalie Portman was anything but a gracious host,” Scarlett replied, matching Natalie’s tone and grin.

“Shall we adjourn to the bedroom, or do you want me to stick it to you right here?” Natalie asked.

Scarlett wanted the bedroom, but while her panties were slowly soaking, she felt like a little more foreplay was needed here. After all, Scarlett didn’t want Natalie thinking she was the easy little slut that she actually was.

“Oh, did you want to stick me?” Scarlett asked, feigning surprise. She walked over to Natalie and plucked the vibrator out of her hand. “I thought I’d just go to the guest room and get myself off before returning this to you. I promise to wash it off and everything.”

“Oh, well, if that’s what you really want, I suppose we can do that,” Natalie replied, looking a little forlorn. “I’ll just wait in my room, maybe take a bath. A bubble bath, with hot water and plenty of bubbles.”

“Bitch,” Scarlett said, still smiling. Being naked in a bath had been exactly how Natalie had first seduced Scarlett way back when. It was one of Scarlett’s big weaknesses. A naked girl in a bathtub, covered only by a few bubbles. Natalie was hardly the only woman to get between Scarlett’s legs by getting into Scarlett’s tub first.
“Then shall we use it together?” Natalie asked with a raised eyebrow.

Shaking her head, Scarlett handed the dreidel back to Natalie and let the other girl take her by the hand and lead her to the bedroom.

The bed was huge, California King at least, and Natalie kicked off her heels before sitting down on it, looking at Scarlett expectantly. “You’re wearing far too many clothes,” she said, looking mischievously.

“Guess I better take some off,” Scarlett said, reaching down and pulling her top up over her head in one swift move. Natalie actually applauded, impressed.

“Been practicing that?” Natalie asked, undoing her own buttons.

“Learned it for a movie role I didn’t end up taking,” Scarlett admitted. “It’s surprising how many sex partners of mine like it.”

“Scarlett Johansson pulling her shirt over her head, revealing all her cleavage? Yeah, don’t know why everyone would like that,” Natalie said sarcastically.

“Oh, just for that, I’m taking my pants off next,” Scarlett said, dropping her hands to her belt buckle.

“Oh no! I have to see ScarJo take her pants off! Whatever will I do?” Natalie laughed, even as she tossed her own shirt across the room towards her laundry basket.

“Oh, you don’t want to see it? Tough luck!” Scarlett said, turning around and bending over, slowly sliding her slacks down, wiggling her panty-clad ass towards Natalie.

“I’m sorry, you were saying something?” Natalie said, acting mesmerized by Scarlett’s ass. It wasn’t that much of an act. She reached out to touch it, but Scarlett turned around and playfully slapped her hand away.

“Oh no, no touching for you until I see some sweet Portman skin.”

“I already took my shirt off,” Natalie said, sighing theatrically. But she undid the zipper on her skirt, rolled onto her back, lifting her ass to pull the skirt down over her legs. Scarlett watched the whole thing appreciatively, and smiled brightly when she saw the thong Natalie was wearing.

“You totally planned this,” she said, seeing her companion’s choice of underwear.

“Well, it’s not like it’s our first time or anything,” Natalie said, undoing her bra hook. She casually let the black bra fall down off her small but perky tits, and then chucked the garment over towards the laundry basket with the rest of her clothes. She glanced at Scarlett. “I seem to be gaining a lead here.”

“Yeah, how awful that you’re naked first,” Scarlett said, peeling her own panties down, revealing a tiny patch of blonde fuzz.

“Oooh, when did you stop shaving?” Natalie asked, reaching out to touch again. This time, Scarlett let her.

“The husband, he, ah, he likes a little hair down there,” Scarlett admitted. “Though I don’t, so he’s bald.”

“That’s oversharing,” Natalie laughed.

“What, your ballerina husband doesn’t manscape?”

“Oh, he’s hairless below the forehead most of the time,” Natalie admitted. “Though he’s never had much anyway. Surprising for a French man”

“Well, ballerina,” Scarlett laughed, as if it was a given.

Natalie shot her a look. “At least you didn’t say he was gay.”

“Well, ballerina!” Scarlett laughed harder.

Natalie peeled off her thong and chucked it at Scarlett’s head, slapping Scarlett in the face, though not hard. “That’s it, get those puppies out, and let’s get going before I remember why I don’t like you all that much.”

“You love me,” Scarlett said, slipping off her bra.

“I love your tits,” Natalie corrected. “You I can give or take.”

“You’re the one who seduced me here,” Scarlett reminded her, walking over to the bed.

“Oh, did I? I totally forgot what with your insane breasts in my face,” Natalie said, reaching up to give each one a gentle squeeze.

“You didn’t forget at all,” Scarlett said, kissing Natalie’s lips. Natalie returned the kiss, leaning back to allow Scarlett to lay her down and straddle the Oscar winner. For a long moment, they laid there, lips locked, enjoying having their tongues mingling together. It had been a long time since either of them had been able to do this, let alone with each other.

When the kiss broke, Natalie patted Scarlett on the arm. “Roll over, unless you don’t want to use this,” she said, holding up the vibrator.

Scarlett smiled, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs wide. “Spin me, baby,” she said with a laugh.

Natalie got up off the bed and moved between Scarlett’s legs, placing the dreidel vibrator against Scarlett’s pink opening. For a moment, she just let it sit there, unmoving while the blonde played with her own clit. Before long, Scarlett’s juices started leaking out of her pussy, and Natalie gently, carefully, pressed the vibe inside.

Scarlett groaned at once. The beauty of the little dreidel vibe was not just that it was oddly shaped, but that it had a powerful little motor inside it. The motor had two parts, the first of which vibrated the entire dreidel like any normal vibrator. But because of the somewhat squarish nature of the device, those vibrations seemed to fill Scarlett’s pussy in a unique way. And if the dreidel was turned so one of the four corners was facing up towards her clit than Scarlett’s entire world seemed to rock.

Natalie knew all this, perhaps better than Scarlett did, having owned the dreidel vibe this whole time, and she inserted the device so it did just that.

“As good as you remembered?” Natalie asked, sliding up next to Scarlett. The busty blonde could only grin in response. “Good,” Natalie said. “Now let me see if what I remember is as good.” With that, the petite brunette lowered her head to Scarlett’s chest, and began sucking upon the glorious breasts she found there.

“OH FUCK YES,” Scarlett exclaimed, her head rolling on the bed. It was a blessing, really, to have not just big breasts, but sensitive ones as well. At least when it came to sex. With the little faux-wood top inside her folds humming away, and Natalie Portman suckling on her tits, Scarlett Johansson was practically in heaven, and they’d just gotten started.

“More?” Natalie asked. “Less?”

“More!” Scarlett said. Natalie pushed a button of the vibrator’s control, and the tiny dreidel picked up the pace. Scarlett almost immediately thrusted her hips forward in response, the pleasure the small toy was giving her overriding her brain. Natalie laughed before going back to feasting.

Scarlett couldn’t think. She could barely breathe. She didn’t remember the tiny little dreidel vibe being this powerful before, but it must have been. Unless Natalie had gotten the thing supercharged somehow. Maybe it was just that she was a little more sensitive down there after giving birth. Or maybe it was just that she hadn’t felt any kind of vibrator in a while. Or she hadn’t had any contact with another woman in even longer. Natalie was licking and kissing her nipples like she had gone almost as long without another woman’s breast in just as long. Was that the bulk of the issue here? Were they just both starved for lesbian sex?

And then, either by plan or by happy accident, Natalie pressed a button on the controller, and the dreidel’s second feature turned on. Scarlett never knew how Natalie got it to work, but slowly, the dreidel started to turn on it’s handle. It started slow, of course, and that was enough to make any woman gasp in pleasure. The vibrating continued, even as it slowly turned down between Scarlett’s womanly folds, moving those wonderful blunt corners in a clockwise motion across the blonde’s pussy.

The first time she’d ever felt this option, Scarlett had come almost at once, barely realizing what was happening before orgasm had overtaken her. Natalie wasn’t much better, even though she’d known it was coming. But both had agreed, even after several tries, that putting the vibe in and starting right off on the rotation was too much.

But Scarlett was wet and horny enough that the slowly increasing rotation did nothing but drive her fucking crazy.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! OH FUCK YES!” She said, bucking on the bed. Natalie did her best to hold her down, keeping a liplock on Scarlett’s nipple as best she could. It was a nice addition, but truthfully, all Scarlett could feel was her pussy exploding in pleasure.

Orgasm crashed through her like a bull through a china shop, shattering her very reality, and making her forget pretty much every. For a small eternity, all she could feel was pleasure as her body floated amid clouds of lusty mist.

Eventually, it was the pressure inside her pussy that drove Scarlett back to the real world. Namely, the pressure of the sill vibrating and turning dreidel. “Ooh! Take it out! Take it out!”

“Sorry, sorry,” Natalie said, switching the vibe off and quickly removing it from Scarlett’s sensitive slit. “I wasn’t sure you were done.”

“Oh, I’m not done,” Scarlett said, catching her breath. “I want so much more. But I need a minute or two.”

“Well, if you want…” Natalie trailed off, running her finger in circles around one of Scarlett’s nipples.

“You want your turn?” Scarlett asked, smiling.

“Not on the dreidel,” Natalie said. “I was thinking maybe you could just lay there and put those lips of yours to work.”

“Natalie Portman! When did you get into face sitting?” Scarlett asked, surprised.

“My husband is a French ballet dancer. His oral skills are seriously lacking,” Natalie said.

“I know, right?” Scarlett said. “My husband’s no good in that department, either. How can a nation of men that came up with French kissing be so awful with their tongues?”

“Obviously, it was the women who came up with that particular wonder,” Natalie said, getting to her knees. “You ready?”

Scarlett nodded. Natalie moved to kneel on either side of Scarlett’s head, facing down the blonde’s voluptuous body. Carefully, she lowered herself down until her lower lips met Scarlett’s upper lips.

Scarlett immediately teased her by running her tongue over the entire length of Natalie’s pussy once.

“Oooh, again,” Natalie said. Scarlett repeated the action, again stopping after one lick.

“Tease!” Natalie said, playfully slapping Scarlett’s stomach. “Again!” Another single lick. “Oh my god, what do I have to do to get you to keep licking?”

“Lick back?” Scarlett suggested before giving Natalie another lick.

“I thought you were still sensitive?” Natalie remarked, even as she bent over to assume a 69 position.

“Inside still is,” Scarlett admitted. “But you’ve got my clit throbbing, and…” she trailed off and gave her friend another lick.

“Fine, but if you cum before I do, you’re totally making it up to me,” Natalie said, her mouth hovering over Scarlett’s crotch.

“Babe, I’m going to be making it up to you all night long, don’t worry,” Scarlett said before giving another lick. And one more immediately after it.

“Mmmm,” Natalie said before dropping her mouth to Scarlett’s snatch. She ran her tongue deep into Scarlett’s pussy once, feeling the buxom blonde squirm as her still-sensitive nerves nearly overloaded on the pleasure. Natalie concetrated on Scarlett’s clit after that, making the little bud throb with need with each and every lick. She could quickly tell Scarlett was going to owe her, because Natalie was getting three or four licks in for every one Scarlett managed to get out between moans. Well, it was harder to work when you were the bottom of a 69, but still, Natalie was going to need a release of her own, soon.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” Scarlett cried out as Natalie twirled her tongue about. The buxom blonde could barely take it. She had thought her body would need more time to recover from that first powerful orgasm, but the more Natalie worked, the more convinced Scarlett was that her first orgasm hadn’t been the biggest and best of the night. Not by a long shot.

Natalie seemed to sense this, and either out of general mischievousness, or a desire to keep things moving, she ran her tongue down over the length of Scarlett’s slit once again. The change in sensation nearly sent Scarlett over the top, but she clung on to her sanity as best she could.

That lasted all of a second, because the next thing Natalie did was flick her tongue between Scarlett’s slit and her backdoor. Scarlett Johansson’s second orgasm of the night hit right then and there, almost entirely on the mere suggestion at a little analingus.

“OH SWEET FUCKING JESUS!” Scarlett screamed as all the colors and light returned. She thrashed upon the bed again, forcing Natalie to hop off her for fear of being throne. It only lasted a few seconds, this second orgasm a mere shadow of the first, but it was enough. It was more than enough.

“Oh wow,” Scarlett said as her body began to calm down. The sweetest exhaustion settled over her body, and she could do little more but lay there in the sheets, now soaked with her own sweat.

“Sweet fucking Jesus?” Natalie asked her, propping her head up next to Scarlett’s and shooting her a smirk.”

“What? Jesus was Jewish,” Scarlett said defensively.

Natalie laughed, and playfully slapped one of Scarlett’s breasts.

“Ow, sensitive.”

“Oh no,” Natalie said. “Scarlett Johansson, you are NOT getting out of giving me what’s mine again. Get the vibe, and get it inside me, because I’m not getting you off again until I’m caught up.”

“Ugh, fine!” Scarlett said theatrically. “Where’s the dreidel?”

Natalie handed it to her and laid down flat on her back, spreading her legs wide in anticipation.

“Not in a hurry or anything, are you?” Scarlett asked. Natalie just shot her a look. Scarlett shrugged and put the dreidel in her mouth, getting it good a wet. It was hardly necessary – Natalie was dripping wet, so bad that Scarlett could see it glisten from the top of the bed. But she saw Natalie swallow hard as her guest sucked her own juices off the toy. Natalie Portman wasn’t the only one who could tease another girl.

“Which hole?” Scarlett asked, taking the vibe out of her mouth.

“The front one, thank you,” Natalie said. They’d learned long ago the dreidel vibe was a little too much for an ass to handle.

Scarlett lowered the dreidel vibe to Natalie’s snatch and gently played with her opening for a second. Natalie hissed, more out of frustration than pleasure, but didn’t say anything. Scarlett slowly started working the faux-wood between Natalie’s lower lips, watching as the drenched flesh happily swallowed the oddly shaped object. Natalie hissed as the bulk of the dreidel entered her, and Scarlett was forced to let go, the handle sinking inside as well. The only way it was coming out now was to pull on the cord.

Which was exactly how Natalie liked it.

“Do you need to adjust?” Scarlett asked.

“Little to the left,” Natalie said, nodding. Scarlett reached inside her friend with her index finger and thumb, running them up the cord until she reached the handle. She twisted it, and Natalie gased.

“My left! My left!” Natalie said.

“Sorry,” Scarlett said, turning the dreidel the other direction. “How’s that?”

“Mmmm, good. Go ahead and turn it on.”

Scarlett pulled her hand out and stuck the two fingers in her mouth while reaching for the controls at the end of the wire with her other hand. She smacked her lips and smiled at her friend. “You’re delicious.”

“And you’re stalling,” Natalie said with a laugh. “Vibrate me, bitch.”

Scarlett hit the first setting and watched as Natalie’s eyes went wide. The brunette’s hips began to buck rapidly, which was all Scarlett needed to see to know the vibrator was exactly where Natalie wanted it. Scarlett gave Nat a moment or two to enjoy the initial vibrations, then turned the setting up another notch.

“FUCK!” Natalie cried out. “Right there! Right there!”

“Too much?” Scarlett asked playfully, turning the vibrator down.

“NO! More! MORE!” Natalie practically snarled.

Scarlett cranked the vibrator back up, and added a notch. She knew the edges of the dreidel was hitting all the best parts inside her friend. More than once, back when they’d first gotten this particular toy, she’d seen Natalie climax just from what she was getting now. But they both knew she wanted more than just the vibrations.

“More?” Scarlett asked.

“Not yet, not yet,” Natalie panted. “Kiss me! Please!”

Scarlett was only happy to comply. She pressed her lips to Natalie’s mouth, and felt her friend shove her tongue up and in. Here, outside Paris, the two very appropriately French kissed while a vibrating dreidel thrummed away inside Natalie’s pussy. It was possibly the best Hanukkah Scarlett had ever had.

Suddenly, Natalie broke the kiss, gasping for breath. “More,” She said, her voice raspy with need.

“You sure?” Scarlett asked, playing with one of Natalie’s nipples with her free hand.

“Y-yes,” Natalie said.

“Okay,” Scarlett said, pinching that nipple once before moving that hand down Natalie’s stomach. She moved slowly, languidly, as if she had all the time in the world. The frustrated groan that escaped Natalie’s mouth was all the reward Scarlett would get, but all she wanted. The more teased Natalie was, the bigger her orgasm would be.

She reached Natalie’s slit, and just as she had earlier, Scarlett slid her finger and thumb up into her friend until she reached the dreidel’s handle. It was even easier this time, as Natalie was flooded with pussy juice. Nevertheless, Natalie still gasped at the fingers penetrating her. Oh, Scarlett could tell her friend was close.

Holding the handle, she looked up Natalie’s sweat-soaked body. “Are you sure you’re ready?” Natalie just nodded, unable to form words as she both fought to enjoy the feelings and hold off an orgasm at the same time.

Scarlett smiled and hit the second button, starting the dreidel’s rotation.

“OH FUCKING HELL FUCKING YES FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUCCCKKK!!!!” Natalie cried out, loud enough to make Scarlett actually wince. Scarlett had skipped the first setting, and set the dreidel spinning on medium instead of low. Natalie all but exploded, unable to resist the new sensation shooting through her pussy. Natalie’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, her jaw went slack, and her chest jutted forward as her shoulders went back, as if maybe her breasts might shoot off her chest the power of the glorious orgasm she was having.

And then she went limp, and Scarlett had to quickly turn the dreidel vibe down, knowing her friend couldn’t handle much more in this state. Somehow, she’d managed to keep her hand on the handle through Natalie’s thrashing about, and she slowly pulled it out before Natalie came too.

“Oh wow, that was awesome,” Natalie said, her head still rolling on the bed a little. “I haven’t been able to use the second option in forever.”

“No one else was willing to hold it for you?” Scarlett asked.

“Never used it with anyone else,” Natalie said. “It was just for you and me. And I thought about you every time I used it.”

“Natalie Portman!” Scarlett exclaimed theatrically. “You’ll make a girl blush!”

“You do get redder when you orgasm,” Natalie said, propping herself up on her elbows.

“I do,” Scarlett admitted. “And if you want some time to recover, I’d be happy to stick this back inside me and blush a few more times.”

Natalie seemed to consider it for a moment. “I think you still owe me an orgasm first.”

“If you can take it, I can dish it,” Scarlett said, running a finger over Natalie’s sensitive slit.

“Ooh!” Natalie hissed. “Not yet, I guess.”

“Well, gosh,” Scarlett said, flopping down onto the bed next to Natalie. “However will we pass the time until you’re ready to go again?”

“Wanna make out?” Natalie asked.

“Sure, why not,” Scarlett said, rolling over and kissing Natalie. She kept rolling until Natalie was on top of her, and there they stayed for several minutes, their lips only parting for hurried breaths. It was almost as if they were teenagers again, unable to resist their urges for each other. It was a welcome escape from their married lives, back when lust was all they needed. By the time Natalie began pawing at Scarlett’s breasts with both hands, the blonde was more than ready to get fucked again.

“Hey,” she said, breaking their liplock. “Are you ready yet?”

Natalie ran a finger down into her own snatch, and winced. “Need a few more minutes, I think.”

“Well, do you still have that bachlorette party gift I gave you?”

Natalie face creased with a wicked smile. “Yes, yes I do. He won’t let me use it on him.”

“Ugh, it was never meant for him. Pegging so isn’t my thing,” Scarlett said. “It’s for me.”

“You don’t get to get off again-”

“I know, I know,” Scarlett said, raising a defensive hand. “But you could totally do my ass, and-”

“SOLD,” Natalie said, hopping off Scarlett and almost tripping on the sheets as she struggled to get off the bed. It took her a moment, but she was over into her sock drawer, rummaging around before Scarlett could even get up on all fours. A moment later, a large bottle of lube flew across the room, almost smacking Scarlett in the face.

“Nice shot,” she said sarcastically.

“Shush you, lube your ass,” Natalie said, pulling out the harness Scarlett had given her back before she’d gotten married. By the time she’d stepped into it, Scarlett had a fully lubed finger up her ass, trying to get things nice a slick in there.

“I haven’t done this in forever,” Natalie said, pulling out a flesh-colored, realistic looking dildo.

“You sound like the first boy I ever slept with, so eager, so desperate, so-”

“So horny?” Natalie laughed. “Yeah, I guess I do sound a little desperate. Scarlett, I haven’t had this much sex since Aleph was born. I really needed this.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Scarlett said, chucking the lube back at Natalie, who caught it in one hand and began applying copious amounts of it to the cock now swinging between her legs. “Okay, that’s just all kinds of hot.”

“What?” Natalie asked.

“You! Lathering up that cock. Gets me going, Nat.”

“Everything gets you going,” Natalie said, wiping her hands on her legs and walking towards the bed.

“Nah, not so much anymore. But a gorgeous woman like yourself, wearing a big ol’ dick, and getting ready to fuck my ass? Yeah, that still gets the motor running.”

“Well, just try not to backfire on me,” Natalie said, swatting Scarlett on the ass. “Assume to position, bitch.”

“Calling me bitch, not such a turn on until you’re inside me,” Scarlett said, even as she got on all fours.

“Really?” Natalie said.

“Yeah, don’t know why. Once you’re inside me, call me bitch all you want. I love it. But no cock in me, leave that word out of your vocabulary.”

“Oh, okay,” Natalie said, getting behind Scarlett. “If I used it earlier, I’m sorry. Once we’re sleeping together, I don’t mind it myself.”

“Good, ’cause I might have called you bitch at some point.”

“Well, since you’re the one about to be fucked…” Natalie trailed off, aiming the slippery tip of the dildo against Scarlett’s backdoor. She had to put her hand right up against Scarlett’s ample backside, but with a little effort, she managed to slide it in, thanks to probably half a bottle of lube.

“Mmm, yeah,” Scarlett moaned. “Haven’t felt THAT in a while.”

“You okay?” Natalie asked.

“Yeah, go for it,” Scarlett said, bracing herself. Natalie surged forward, pushing until the head of the cock pushed in past Scarlett’s anal ring, entering her backside. Scarlett hissed, but pushed back, helping get a good two inches of the cock up inside her.

“Still good?” Natalie asked.

“Y-yeah, I think so,” Scarlett said. Natalie held back, letting Scarlett get used to having something in her ass. She reached forward and gently rubbed the blonde’s back, waiting a full minute before pressing forward again. It was easier now. Scarlett was hardly an anal virgin, and the cock wasn’t THAT big anyway. Another minute passed, and Natalie was buried to the hilt inside Scarlett Johansson’s ass.

“Fuck yeah, that’s nice,” Scarlett moaned. She was leaning forward, pressing her chest against the bed, with her ass up in the air a bit, level with Natalie’s waist. It was a pretty erotic sight. She might have taken a picture, but she’d learned to stop doing that a while ago. Which was a shame, because she’d love to look at some pictures of what Natalie Portman was doing to her right this minute some time in the future and rub one out.

“You ready for me to-”

“Yeah, go for it,” Scarlett said. Natalie pulled about half the cock out, and then pushed it back in. Scarlett groaned in delight. It took a few more ins and outs, but soon enough Natalie had the pace that Scarlett loved when she was getting ass-fucked.

For Natalie, it was a bit of a power play. How hot it was to have a beautiful woman like Scarlett Johansson on her knees, ass in the air, giving up her most private parts to Natalie? As she gripped that spectacular ass, Natalie began to thrust a little harder and a little harder. And it began to feel good for her, too.

There was a reason for that, of course. The harness Scarlett had given her included a bit that went inside Natalie’s pussy, so when she fucked Scarlett – or anyone else, for that matter – she felt something herself. It wasn’t quite the same as having a real cock inside a hot ass, Natalie assumed, but it was probably the next best thing. And in all the getting lubed up and ready, Natalie’s pussy had calmed down enough to fuck again.

So she did. Harder and harder, she began to pound Scarlett’s ass. Scarlett took it like the champ she was. And that just turned Natalie on even more. The bit slid into her pussy was hitting her spots just right, and once more orgasm was building inside her crotch. She didn’t want it to. Not yet. She wanted to keep fucking Scarlett, make her pay for all the teasing she’d done. She also wanted to make Scarlett cum in this position. But from the way things were building inside her, Natalie knew she couldn’t make it. She was going to explode, and soon.

And then she hit upon an idea. She let go of Scarlett’s ass with one hand, bent over her friend, pressing her tits against Scarlett’s back, and kissed her neck, using the move to distract her friend from seeing Natalie reach for the dreidel, still laying on the bed. Scarlett even cooed at the kiss, but didn’t complain when Natalie leaned back and returned to fucking her ass.

And then Natalie slid the dreidel vibe up into Scarlett’s snatch and cranked it’s vibrator all the way up to max.

“What are you- OH MY FUCKING GAWD!” Scarlett exclaimed. She came at once, her entire body collapsing to the bed, and bringing Natalie down with her. But that was okay, because the dreidel vibe was so powerful, it was sending vibrations up the shaft of Natalie’s strap-on, and right into Natalie’s cunt as well. The two of them lay there, one atop the other, in a pile of orgasm. Natalie climaxed more from getting Scarlett off than anything else, but it was still an orgasm and it was still fantastic.

They lay there, Natalie on Scarlett’s back, for a few moments, basking in their after glow, until Scarlett suddenly started crying out.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCK! GetitoutgetitoutGETITOUT!” She said, reaching down and trying to pull the vibrator out.

“Shit, sorry! Sorry!” Natalie said, grasping for the remote. It took three tries, but she managed to hit the power button, stopping the too powerful vibe.

“Okay, let’s do that again sometime,” Scarlett laughed, even as Natalie eased the strap-on out of her ass.

“Mmm, yeah. You want the strap-on next time?”

“Yeah, but I’m totally using it in your pussy,” Scarlett said. “I love the look on your face when you’re getting fucked.”

“Sure, sure, just not tonight,” Natalie said, collapsing onto the bed next to Scarlett. She didn’t even bother to get under the covers, just reached for the nearest pillow. Scarlett did the same, pausing just long enough to kiss Natalie on the cheek once before laying down facing her host.

“We have to get together more often,” Scarlett said. “I wish I didn’t have to leave in the morning.”

“What time’s your flight?”

“8am,” Scarlett sighed.

“It’s 2am now,” Natalie said. “Do you want to try to sleep, or just stay up?”

Scarlett looked at her and smiled. “Depends. I can sleep on the plane, if you can keep me awake here.”

“Well, I could make coffee, or…” she trailed off. “Did you ever see what Ashley Judd gave me for my 21st Birthday?”

Scarlett smiled. Somehow, she knew she wouldn’t be sleeping until she was on the plane…

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