Jennifer's Eggnog (2 page)

Her conscience struggled lazily under the erotic malaise that
was clouding her mind. “We’ve got ice-cream in the freezer,” she said, the
words coming out sultry like she was sure she hadn’t intended. “If you’re hot,
I mean. We got caramel pudding too, already made up. All kinds of sticky
desserts.” Hell, why was she saying this stuff? She didn’t know or care.

“But have more eggnog first,” Trent said, his voice teasing
Kimmie as he ladled freely from the bowl into his glass.
God
, Jennifer
thought, glancing at her fiancé,
you’re hot for my best friend!
But then
she’d always known it, in the same way he surely knew she fancied Lawrence, for
all the obviousness of his bulked-up jock appeal. Kimmie and she joked openly
about the pair of prime male specimens they’d bagged – each knew the other’s
guy was hot.

Lawrence had followed his buddy’s lead with the eggnog and
together the guys chinked their glasses together before quaffing.
Look at
that. The smug bastards are toasting how they’re both going to get totally laid
tonight. They’re revelling in it!

The notion caused a surge of heat in Jennifer’s lower belly. “Go
on,” she urged her friend, unable to resist tempting the scrumptious brunette.
“Drink some. I’m sure I’ve had a quart – you need to catch me up!”

“I don’t know.” Kimmie bit a plump lip nervously. “It seems
wicked after your story.”

Jennifer eyed her befuddled companion. “Don’t you like it?”

“I love it. It’s the most delicious drink I’ve ever tasted.
Like it’s so delicious it’s a… it’s a sin.”

“It’s just eggnog, Kim. Heck, we’ll all sing some carols
after.”

“I love carols.” Kimmie smiled and filled her glass like all
was suddenly well. “They always make me feel so sexy.”

Lawrence almost spurted eggnog out of his nose. “Carols make
you feel
sexy
?”

“What? I didn’t say ‘sexy’, I said ‘Christmassy’. Didn’t I?”
Kimmie stared around at her friends in blushing confusion.

“Well,” Jennifer said, “I think Christmas is
fucking
sexy.”
The unplanned but exquisitely placed f-bomb exploded among them, laying waste
to their churched-up cosiness. Its effect seemed to resonate in the warm
interior air, registering in everyone’s face. Kimmie was open-mouthed and
breathing heavily, her breasts heaving so that the cleavage pressed against the
low-cut V of her tank-top. Lawrence’s features had darkened so that Jennifer
could almost hear his growl. Trent, her lean-muscled hero, had taken on a
similarly wolfish quality.

She almost apologised, but the same spirit that had made her
say it allowed no backing down. Slowly she emptied her glass, enjoying the
custard-thick slither of the eggnog down her throat. Hold this moment – cultivate
it, let it swell to fruition. “How about I go make some more, guys?”

“Hell yeah.” Trent’s response was instant, Lawrence’s close
behind it.

“Damn … Do it.” Kimmie’s fiancé matched hers in bone-hard
eagerness. The boys had really gotten on board with this eggnog deal. Maybe
they were just horny opportunists at heart, or maybe her darkest suspicions
about the legend had a glimmer of truth.

“Kimmie?” Jennifer inquired sweetly, letting her gaze absorb
the last of her friend’s hesitancy.

“Uh-huh.” Kimmie could scarcely force out the words, but her
fevered glance to Lawrence was pure affirmation of the group decision. “Yeah,
yeah I’d like some more.”

“Good,” Jennifer said, a smile playing wickedly on her lips.
“Drink up. This is going to be a fun night.”

* * * *

It’s the most wonderful time, of the year,
Andy Williams
affirmed, as Jennifer slammed her pelvis repeatedly down onto Trent’s swollen
cock. She made sure that her tits were bouncing right in her fiancé’s face,
blond hair veiling his efforts to slaver and suck.

“C’mon, fuck me,” she seethed, taking him deep on every hard
landing. He seized her ass and hammered her, driving to the hilt to meet each
descent, his balls smacking against her cheeks. His broad hands spanked and she
responded by tit-slapping his face, before stuffing one breast into his hungry
mouth until she risked suffocating him. He bit hard around her nipple and
whacked her thighs and buttocks until she screamed painful ecstasy. “Oh God,
that’s it! Abuse my fucking tits and ass, you bastard …”

How it had come to this she was no longer clear, and nor did
she care.

There had been lazy enjoyment of the new eggnog batch, the boys
exchanging knowing glances, while Kimmie grew meek and silent – as expectant as
she was wary. Jennifer had encouraged her to sip steadily more, relishing how
the thick liquid seeped into her mind and soul as well as her bloodstream,
easing away all considerations other than what she wanted. What she needed
right here, right now. Kimmie had felt it too, of that Jennifer had no doubt.
Her looks to her guy and the other members of the group had given it all away.

Let go. Let it take you.

When Trent and Lawrence had commenced to stroke and fondle their
respective partners, no one had seemed to mind who else was in the room. Then
clothes were rumpled, unfastened and finally shed, the presence of others doing
nothing to inhibit. It only added ginger to the occasion.

Jennifer recalled the look Kimmie had cast her as the boys
peeled off their t-shirts and set about removing everything else.
Oh my
heavens, what’s happening?
Like she wanted to laugh and squeal at the same
time.

I don’t know, baby, but face it – we both fucking love it.
There
had been an understanding between them in that moment, right before the guys’
cocks burst free, demanding all their feminine attention.

Now Jennifer’s yells on the sofa were merging with those of her
best friend from under the Christmas tree. The brunette was on all fours among
the presents, tank-top strung behind her neck and her bra ripped down to expose
her tits. All other clothing had been stripped free of her elegant body.
Lawrence was molesting her pert mounds with one hand; the other had her roped
by the hair as he shafted in a fury from behind. “Never fucked you this way
before, have I, baby?” he raged, all sweating naked brawn. Kimmie whimpered,
fingering herself, as her fiancé’s groin impacted repeatedly against her ass.

“Make your bitch fucking take it!” Jennifer spat, as her
pendular breasts were smacked and squished by Trent. “She loves knowing who’s
boss and you love showing her, so fucking do it properly!” She ground herself
on her fiance’s striving cock and thought how Lawrence was rammed just as far
up Kimmie. The thought pushed her over the edge and she tumbled into orgasm,
mind a blizzard as her cunt contracted around Trent’s gorgeous pole. His hands
clapped to her tits and squeezed them hard as she shuddered on him.
Fuck!
It
was the only word in the lexicon that mattered a damn to her right now.

When finally she blinked through the mental snowstorm, there
was Kimmie climaxing with equal fervour, her pretty tits juddering and her
mouth a wide aching circle of ecstasy. What a perfect sight, to see her sweet
fellow Sunday-school teacher getting ravished to orgasm by her horny bastard
boyfriend. Especially since Trent’s cock was still upward-slamming the shit out
of
her
.

While Kimmie was still quaking with orgasm, Lawrence pulled his
substantial length out of her. He dragged her around by the ponytail he had
improvised and forced his bulging cock into her mouth. “Suck on it!” he told
her, with none of his usual endearments to soften the command. Jennifer stared
in delighted awe, her body still bucking on Trent, as Kimmie slurped and
gurgled on her partner’s fat shaft. Lawrence kept hold of his girl’s brunette
locks and fed himself into her throat until she choked.

Kimmie, you lightweight…

“Lemme show her how it’s done.” Jennifer drew her sucking cunt
off Trent. He rose and made to put her on her knees, but instead she grabbed
his wrist and urged him over to where Kimmie was spluttering on Lawrence.
“Watch me, Kim,” she said, dropping her nude self to the carpet and wrapping
her mouth around the huge Christmas gift that was her boyfriend’s erection. She
vacuumed up half of his bone-hard length and sucked with abandon, glancing over
to her friend in encouragement.
This is how to blow your guy. Don’t be
frightened of all those bone-hard inches. Fucking get him down your throat – like
this, see? – and suck him like you mean it. Like you want to drink his cum.
Jennifer
fought off her gag-reflex as she took Trent deep.

Kimmie was taking her cue, pretty eyes wide with astonishment,
but cheeks sucking in tight and lips stretching wide to accommodate her
fiance’s thick column. She managed at first, but when Lawrence pressed her
further onto him she panicked once more, fingers waggling comically in the air.

God, Kimmie, just do it!
Jennifer came off Trent’s cock
in a fit of slobbery exasperation and pulled her friend free of Lawrence.
“Sorry baby, but you need to see this.” She knelt between the two rearing
phalluses and seized them in her palms, Kimmie staring from the sidelines.
“C’mon boys,” she said, directing the challenge upwards at them both. “What are
you waiting for? Fuck this pretty face!”

After a split-second’s pause both guys obliged. Trent went for
it first, thrusting deep and exploring right down her throat with the head of
his cock. No sooner had he retracted than Lawrence sank himself far past her
lips, shafting her vocal tract the way he clearly wanted to do to Kimmie. After
that the rhythm got properly established, their thick cock-lengths making
alternate plunges into her greedy mouth. She guzzled down each festive
fuck-stick to the balls, filling her throat without gagging, her own cunt-juice
and Kimmie’s melting together on her taste buds. Beyond the two muscled studs
her brunette friend masturbated helplessly, staring in sorry wonder as Jennifer
deep-throated both their fiancés.

Sorry Kim, but this stuff doesn’t get taught in the pastor’s
marriage workshops.
The blonde glutted herself till both cocks dripped with
gluey mess. Then she crammed both the boys into her mouth at once, loving their
shock as she pressed their cocks’ spongy heads together on her tongue. Lust
roared within her and she jacked both guys in a wet frenzy, rubbing the
slippery poles all over each other. Kimmie’s jaw dropped, but her astonishment
was nothing on that of the two males, who looked on in a horror of arousal at
the contact of their hard dicks.

Jennifer grinned up at them. “Well, boys, do you like that or
don’t you?” They were staring at her in erectile unease, not daring to glance
at each other. Wickedness welled up from deep inside and she reached up to grab
her best friend by the girl’s awkwardly strung tank-top, pulling her stumbling
on her knees in front of the two confused guys. “C’mon, fellas, time to prove
you’re men!” She ripped the tank-top off Kimmie’s shoulders and down her arms
and then unclipped her bra, tearing it away to leave the brunette utterly
naked. “Okay, give it to her!”

The boys, it seemed, felt the need to reassert their manhood.

Lawrence took his fiancée first as was only proper. He showed
no restraint this time, shoving her down onto his cock and fucking her face
with reckless fervour. The girl’s gag-reflex didn’t even come into it this
time, so far down her throat was he stuffing himself. When he pulled out,
saliva trailing after in thick ropes, satisfaction was written all over his
face. Kimmie turned to Trent almost expectantly, her glance flicking back to
Lawrence for reassurance.

“That’s right, suck us both,” he ordered. “
One at a time.
”

She opened wide in obedience and Trent plunged deep where his
buddy had been. He serviced her throat just as thoroughly, shafting deep as her
lips bubbled around him. When he pulled all his inches free she knelt between
them panting, a stream of thick drool spilling from her lower lip down between
her tits onto her flat tummy.

“Hold it boys,” Jennifer instructed. “Now
you
do it,
Kimmie.” There was a special kind of pleasure in getting close up to her
friend, taking her hands and wrapping them around the guys’ wet cocks. “That’s
it, baby, suck all that hard dick like a good girl. Give them a Christmas gift
to remember.”

Kimmie’s eyes were full of mournful longing as she massaged the
guys. There was an aching sincerity about the dark-haired sweetheart as she
jacked those stout rods, one that touched Jennifer’s heart and turned her on in
equal measure. The guys stalled in their throat-plunging free-for-all, allowing
her to massage their shafts, caress and tug on their balls and tickle their
heads with her waggling tongue. She sucked on each glans lovingly, pumping both
shafts all the while, her doe-eyes gazing up at them.
What a gorgeous little
sub-slut
, Jennifer thought. “She’s gonna make one dutiful wifey,” she told
Lawrence, “especially when you bring a friend home.”

“Fuck yeah,” he responded, staring at his girl with obscene
lust as she sucked his best bud. “Damn, I’m gonna fuck the bejesus out of you,
girl. That last time was a fuckin’ picnic compared to what’s coming.” Kimmie
responded by capturing
his
cock in her mouth and slurping like her only
role in life was to pleasure his hard length.

The sight of her friend as a wet-mouthed slut and the glint of
coloured lights on those dripping cocks overwhelmed Jennifer.
Enough with
the voyeurism.
“My turn again.” Incensed she gripped her naked friend by
the shoulders and wrenched her aside, grabbing cock-shafts and licking the
salty heads turn-about while jacking the guys into a fury. “You boys wanna get
close again?” she teased.

Her words had the effect for which she’d hoped. Trent grabbed her
by her blond locks and held her in place and began beating himself off
point-blank in front of her face. “You stay right where you are, baby.” Next to
him Lawrence was hand-pumping his cock with equal urgency.