Jennifer's Eggnog Page 2

  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.

  “That’s it, boys, give it to me. Fucking give it to me.” Kimmie could damn well watch while Jennifer took it all. It came in a rush. The grooms-to-be peaked more or less together, fountaining thick jism all over her face and into her mouth. She scrunched her eyes tight and bathed in their long hot inundation, loving their groans of agonised delight as they spent themselves in long, hard spurts. Their musky boy-mess dripped from her chin by the time it was over, splashing onto her tits.

  Jennifer blinked through her snow-blanket of cum. “God …” She could only laugh at the overcooked expressions on the guys’ faces as they stared down at her coated visage. “Was I a greedy girl or what?” She pushed them and their jizz-dribbling cocks aside and lunged for the startled Kimmie. Before her slinky friend could react, she had seized the girl and planted a sperm-plastered kiss on that luscious mouth. She thrust her tongue past the brunette’s yielding lips, so that they could feast together on their boyfriends’ mingled seed. For what seemed an age Kimmie’s tongue slithered soft and delicious with hers.

  “See, baby?” Jennifer grinned as their mouths parted. “You can taste them both. Wait here, don’t move.” While Kimmie reeled from the embrace, Jennifer rushed to fetch the eggnog bowl, her breasts bouncing freely under the boys’ joint stare as she retrieved it. The dregs were thick in the bottom on the bowl and she scooped them onto the shelf of her tits, so that it flowed with the spunk that had dripped there.

  “Lick it all up,” she instructed the brunette, kneeling down before her. Bewildered but submissive to a fault, Kimmie lapped – tongue-scooping every trace of the creamy paste from her friend’s chest. Jennifer kissed her again, savouring cum-liqueur on her girlfriend’s tongue, while caressing those firm breasts.

  Her hand dived and she fingered inside Kimmie’s shaven slit. The sweetheart gasped, wet cunt clutching at her friend’s invading digit. “Oh my God, Jenny…” It was a slick and easy passage back and forth in that tight channel, made all the more satisfying by the slender brunette’s moans – anguish and joy all wrapped up in one sexy package. Trent and Lawrence stood riveted, burgeoning cocks in hand as one girlfriend finger-fucked the other.

  “Ohhh God… What are you doing?” Kimmie’s voice was one of keening amazement.

  “Silly question, Kim. You know what I’m doing. Want me to stop?”

  “N-No…” The stuttered syllable extended into a long moan.

  “I’ve always wanted to do this to you, baby,” Jennifer told her quaking friend. “I just didn’t know it till tonight. Now go suck those cocks clean.”

  “Wh-What?” The command, apropos of nothing, stunned the already put-upon girl.

  “They’re still dripping cum. Lick it up and get them hard again. We’re both gonna need them.”

  The boys needed no urging. They zeroed in on Kimmie, cocks crowding her face as Jennifer sped up the motion of her finger inside that wet sucking channel. Dutifully Lawrence’s fiancée took both dicks in hand and lapped them clean of their white ooze. She proceeded to suck alternately on the ends, eyes wide from the effects of Jennifer’s pumping finger, until both rods were rearing tall, engorged so that every vein on their shafts stood out.

  Damn, that eggnog was good.

  “I’ve got an idea.” Inspiration had struck Jennifer, even as she worked her friend’s wet cunt. “Let’s all go in the kitchen.”

  The guys might have been enjoying Kimmie’s attention to their cocks, but the heat in Jennifer’s voice spurred them into action. Granny Lewis’s potion had fired up the blonde’s leadership qualities and she led a butt-naked path to the chalet’s well-equipped kitchen, the boys taking poor sweet Kim by her hands and leading her after.

  “C’mon, baby,” Lawrence was urging his girl, voice husky with desire. “You’re gonna love this, whatever it is.”

  “I know…” Kimmie sounded like she was grieving over the fact.

  Jennifer flicked the lights on.

  “Put her up here.” She pointed to the kitchen island. Kimmie clung to the boys’ shoulders, meek and uncomplaining as they laid her on the warm stone surface and splayed her legs. “Good. Hold her.” The boys grappled Lawrence’s panting girlfriend, as Jennifer grabbed one of the eggnog bottles from the side shelf. Trent’s smile to her was one of sheer pride in his fiancée’s filthy imagination. She grinned in return as she returned with the bowl. You’re gonna love me twice as much after tonight, baby…

  Fuelled by the thought, she dripped egg-based liqueur from the bottle into Kimmie’s spread pussy, watching it mingle with her friend’s natural juice amid those fleshy folds. How goddamn delicious. She caught Kimmie’s eye just before she took the plunge, the girl’s face full of uncertainty and expectation. Without a word Jennifer thrust her tongue into all that tangy sweetness. Flavour and sensation burst all over the blade of her tongue as she swirled inside her friend. Watch it all, boys – you fucking love it and so does she. Hell, so do I. She supped long and hungrily from Kimmie’s sweet, hot vessel, wondering why she had never tongue-fucked the lovely brunette before. The girl’s juice was like nectar, her pussy warm wet velvet. So mouth-watering
. Come on, moan for me, gorgeous. Let me fucking hear you…

  The guys passed the bottle between them as she licked and swigged from it, before Lawrence tipped it up and splashed eggnog all over his girlfriend’s tits. “Help me out, buddy,” he said to Trent, and Jennifer’s fiancé needed no second bidding. Both males descended on Kimmie’s pert mounds and gobbled her up, licking and sucking her clean of the bright-yellow concoction, tugging and stretching her tit-flesh with their mouths. She squeaked and jolted under influence of three pairs of lips.

  Inspired by the reaction, Jennifer flicked her friend’s clit with the tip of her tongue and thrust two fingers inside the girl’s drenched cunt. Kimmie’s response was instant and dramatic. Her long naked body tensed into a smooth arc and she came, crying her helpless ecstasy to the whole damn chalet. The boys sucked the peaks of her breasts into their mouths as she yelled, trembled and jolted to the end of her climax.

  Jennifer surfaced from Kimmie’s pussy, her face sticky with eggnog and girl-cum. The fire within her was blazing even hotter. “Goddamn,” she said, “I want to fuck her with something.”

  “Do it,” Lawrence said without missing a beat, his mouth still plastered with eggnog.

  “Hell yeah. That’s my girl.” Trent, similarly smeared, looked ecstatic at the thought.

  Jennifer searched around the kitchen for the right implement. When her hand laid claim to it, the boys’ faces lit up with delight. She made a point of showing Kimmie the zucchini before inserting it. “Check this out,” she said, relishing her friend’s round-eyed reaction. “Ever wanted to be fucked by the Hulk?”

  “Oh my God! Fuck, you’re not gonna…”

  “I was going to roast this tomorrow. Hell, maybe I still will.”