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  Kimmie looked in post-orgasmic befuddlement to her beloved fiancé.

  “Go on,” he urged, stroking her hair. “Let her do it, baby. I wanna watch.”

  “O-o-okay,” she moaned, staring into his face with little-girl meekness. She gazed as her friend moved between her spread thighs and fitted the green monster, moaning at the intimate contact. Jennifer pushed and watched with delight as Kimmie’s tight hole swallowed up the thick improvised cock. The guys stared too, jacking their rampant erections. Lawrence reached out his free hand to mash one of his girlfriend’s breasts, as Jennifer worked the fruit dildo in and out of her slick cunt.

  “See what a fuck-slut your fiancée is, Lawrence? She loves it, the twisted little whore!” There was no denying the brunette’s peals of anguished joy as her best friend in the world fucked her. “Listen to her, Lawrence, she can’t fucking get enough.” Some rational part of Jennifer’s mind was trying to slam the brakes on her speech and her actions, but the joy of unrestrained creative lust side-lined it utterly. She was going to see out this ride wherever it took her.

  Trent moved to her side and slithered and arm around her waist, still palming his stiff length with the other hand. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice a thick rasp of desire. “Damn – fucking look at that. You’ve always wanted to do this to her, haven’t you?”

  “In your perverted dreams I have,” she said.

  He reached down to grope her naked ass. “Don’t lie.”

  “You’re right,” she admitted, revelling in the slurp and suck of Kimmie’s cunt on the zucchini, and in her friend’s helpless moans. “She’s so pretty and innocent. I’ve always wanted to make her dirty.”

  “I knew it.”

  “And you wanna fuck her too,” she whispered. “You’ve always wanted to fuck her.” His face, when she challenged him with her stare, was a fevered mix of lust and guilt. She grabbed hold of his cock and jacked the shaft, still working Kimmie with the green dildo as her hand massaged him. “You’re sweet to try and hide it, but I know the truth. You wanna stick this beautiful cock in my friend’s tight pussy.” His breath was heavy, as she masturbated him. “Say it.”

  “Yeah. Yeah, I do. I wanna fuck her. I wanna fuck your hot friend. Happy?”

  “I am. ‘Cos I want you to fuck her too. I’m gonna let you fuck her.”

  Kimmie let out a mournful cry of ecstasy, as her friend drove the zucchini deep. Jennifer responded by pulling it out and stuffing it into the moaning girl’s mouth. “Suck on that,” she ordered, and Kimmie obeyed, clinging to Lawrence with one hand and rubbing her clitoris with the other as she did. What a clever girl.

  “I think she deserves some more real cock,” Jennifer announced. Kimmie’s beau was on the case, but Jennifer stalled him with a hand to his muscled chest. “Not you,” she said to Lawrence. “I fucking want you for myself.” Her friend’s fiancé wasn’t her idea of great conversation, but something in the recesses of her mind had always wondered what it’d be like to screw the big lug.

  Trent was hesitating, doubt flickering on his face. “What?” she inquired. “Fair’s fair. You get Kimmie, I get her other half. You sink it deep inside her while watching me get fucked. Sweet deal, right?” She winked at her lovely guy and saw his wicked smile return.

  “Sweet,” he said, stroking Kimmie’s thigh, his fingers dallying around her pussy.

  The zucchini-sucking brunette scarcely knew what was going on, but she managed a querying look to Jennifer, whose hand was now playing with Lawrence’s cock. “It’s simple,” her blond friend explained. “I fuck yours and you fuck mine. Then we swap ‘em back. It’s called sharing, baby. Okay?”

  She withdrew the zucchini from Kimmie’s mouth so the girl could reply. Her response probably had more than a little to do with Trent’s now plunging finger. “Oh God… oh God… o-kay.”

  Jennifer kissed her on the lips and looked to her fiancé. “Come on, baby, you heard her. Bang the sub-slut and bang her good.” He required no second bidding.

  She allowed herself the luxury of watching, as the man she loved mounted Kimmie on the marble worktop and skewered the girl in a thrust. The brunette released a long, impassioned cry as she was filled with the cock more used to fucking her best friend. Jennifer sucked in a breath on seeing Trent’s lean hard body rutting atop Kimmie’s soft and slender one, those smooth limbs instinctively wrapping around her guy as he shafted deep into yielding pussy.

  “C’mon, baby, fuck that slut!” She massaged Lawrence’s veiny trunk as she ejaculated the words. From which dark part of her psyche the epithet had sprung she did not know, but it was pleasing her mightily to see her sweet BFF take whatever she was given like a good girl. Leading Kimmie’s fiancé by the cock, she walked to the other end of the kitchen island, to afford herself a good view of Trent’s shunting ass. God, it was a gorgeous fucking sight.

  “Go for it,” she urged, reaching out and smacking his buttocks as they flexed. Her hand jacked Lawrence’s cock as she uttered the words and she had an insatiable urge to be as full as her brunette companion. “Do it, baby, fuck her like a man, ‘cos I’m going to damn well fuck your friend!” The crepe pan was close at hand and she picked it up, whacking her boyfriend hard with it across both cheeks.

  “Goddamn! You bitch!” Trent scowled around at her and then took his rage out on Kimmie’s pussy, clutching the girl’s back and ramming her till she screamed.

  “That’s more fucking like it!” Jennifer was grinning, Lawrence returning the look with a glee that was almost deranged. Oh yes, he’d always wanted her, and here was his chance. “Now baby…” She yanked hard on that swollen column. “Look at him screw the shit out of your girl. What you gonna fucking do about it?”

  Lawrence’s reply was swift and wordless. Biceps flexing, he picked her up by the hips and carried her in reverse, her legs instantaneously entwining around his ass. He might not be the brightest, Jennifer considered as she was transported, but his gym-ripped bulk would serve its purpose well. The thought was still in her head when he backed her into the refrigerator, positioning the head of his cock at the wet invitation of her labia. A snarl was on his lips as he slammed her against the white surface and skewered her there with an impaling drive of his pelvis. She cried out as she was crammed full with foreign cock, nailed tight against the fridge by her best friend’s sex-maddened fiancé. He shafted hard inside her and she came all over him in the first few thrusts, flattering his ego with the hot clutch of her pussy on his length. He fucked her like it had always been his dream and she clawed his muscled shoulders in response, guttural screams ripping their way free of her throat.

  On the kitchen island Kimmie was howling in harmony, as they were each gorgeously brutalised by the other’s guy. For the second time that evening they were both being reamed out by great cunt-stretching man-weapons – just not the ones they were used to.

  “Hope you’re fucking my girl as good as I’m fucking yours,” she heard Trent call out. She might have laughed at his braggadocio, had she not been so preoccupied with the deep-spearing thrusts of Lawrence’s dick.

  “I’m drilling the shit out of her.” The great bear of a guy spat out the words, staring into her face as he shafted into her core. “And she fucking knows it.”

  “Good…” Jennifer could only imagine the heat on Trent’s face as he forced his response. “’Cos I’m fucking your bitch to all fucking hell. Right, Kim?”

  Kimmie’s thoughts on the subject came in the form of inarticulate cries – the kind that could only be produced by a frenetically pumping cock. The two well-churched guys were locked into a macho fuck-contest, the only goal of which was to extract louder screams from the other’s fiancée.

  “Trying to be extra-manly?” Jennifer panted under Lawrence’s lusty attentions. “After you two rubbed cocks?” Her current lover shafted even harder and she heard additional squeals from Kimmie. She bit down on the screams that threatened to erupt from her own mouth and fuelled the guys’ rage ev
en more. “Bit close to home, boys? For a moment back there I thought you two wanted to ass-fuck each other.”

  “Maybe I’ll ass-fuck you, baby!” Trent spat out the rejoinder.

  “That a threat or a promise?”

  “Both. Hey buddy, whadda you say we butt-fuck these bitches?”

  “Well?” Jennifer snarled into Lawrence’s sweating face, reckless words pouring from her lips. “Are you? Gonna ram that dick into Kimsy-wimsy’s tight little untried butthole? Stud?” Lawrence’s face hardened visibly into resolve.

  Moments later Jennifer’s tits squashed into cold marble, as Trent bent her over the island. Lawrence was shoving Kimmie down beside her, the swap having been completed swiftly. From their handlers’ grunts of machismo, it was clear that both girls were in trouble. The look of alarm on her friend’s sweet face was priceless.

  “Gonna be a tight fit,” Trent breathed, his voice hoarse.

  “Tell me about it.”

  Both guys were casting glances about for something to facilitate rear-entrance to their respective girls, pinning their fiancées’ wrists behind their backs as they searched.

  “Hang on. Hold them both in place.” Lawrence clutched both sets of wrists, as Trent did reconnaissance, returning with items from the fridge. “Double cream and brandy sauce. That do it?”

  Lawrence’s grin was broad, his face stupidly handsome. “Good call, bud. Real fuckin’ festive.”

  The boys had taken back all control and Jennifer loved it. So did Kimmie, truth be told. Her fearful look did nothing to obscure her panting good-girl need. They both stayed firmly in place as their two strapping males scooped up Christmas lube and inserted it into their girlfriends from behind. There was a shock of cold and a lewd squelch as Trent shoved his cream-globbed finger into Jennifer’s anus. Next to her Kimmie yelped, her face fraught with anticipation as Lawrence similarly applied the brandy sauce.

  “Ohhhh God…” the pretty brunette whimpered.

  “Brace yourself, Kimmie-girl!” Jennifer clasped her friend’s hand and kissed her mouth, letting their tongues wriggle together. Saliva still linked their lips as she whispered, “We’re gonna get it so fucking good…”

  Christ, they did.

  Kimmie was swallowing a sob, even as Jennifer felt the slippery head of Trent’s cock pop her ring and his shaft urge its creamy way insider her ass. Her clitoris pulsed as he worked his way up her, her rear tunnel expanding however painfully to accept his sliding pole. Her fingers clenched Kimmie’s, her friend squeezing back, as both girls took their boyfriends’ dicks where they never had before.

  “All the way,” Lawrence was muttering, “all the fucking way…” Goddammit, these horny bastards were going to sink themselves right to the balls! Kimmie was wailing like a siren, her fingers clutching for purchase on the smooth work surface. Trent was huge and deep inside Jennifer and pushing deeper, not stopping till his bristling sac pressed against her thighs. Then his hands closed upon her, gripping the crooks of her arms. Punishment time was upon her and her best friend. This would be no Silent Night…

  It proceeded with a steady shunting in and out, Trent’s great wedge driving into her tight-stretched gap. Momentum built, his hands clutching her to brace, and soon he was plunging great cream-lubed strokes inside her. Kimmie next to her was taking it just as hard, just as deep. There they were, two respectable Sunday-school teachers on a ski-break, bent over a kitchen island being anally ploughed. Their caring fiancés had been turned into lust-demented studs, each trying to outdo the other’s rump-reaming efforts – packing hard man-meat up their slut-girlfriends’ rear passages, till both those sluts screamed.

  “Take it, bitch!”

  “Fuckin’ take my cock!”

  “Right up that ass!”

  “Yeah, right up that hot fuckin’ back-door!”

  The studs rutted and talked their trash, stretching out assholes and spearing deep, pounding like savages until they erupted, pumping their fiancées’ asses full of hot cream and crying out in strangled ecstasy.

  Jennifer rubbed out an orgasm, fingers working hard on her clit, and she encouraged Kimmie to copy her as the boys extracted their cocks. Neither organ, she noticed hazily just before she came, had wilted significantly, however much cum was dribbling from her anus and that of her friend. Holy crap, that eggnog was insane stuff.

  “Fetch more,” she said, and the boys knew without asking what she meant. Even the orgasm-raddled Kimmie seemed okay with the idea. Sex fever remained upon them all and they chugged the stuff raw, never mind any painful buttholes. After that they made for the shower stall and fitted in there together. The water was hot and the froth was copious, and everybody soaped everybody else and did not care. All that mattered was spiked nipples and re-engorged cocks.

  Desire unhinged them from reason, morals and inhibitions, and once the suds were washed away, the evening spiralled deeper, ever deeper into sexual madness. It was a long road to morning and they’d suck the juice out of every filthy minute.

  Merry fucking Christmas…

  * * * *

  Jennifer woke with her face stuck to the carpet. Damn it all – eggnog drool. Gross.

  She peeled herself free and raised a pounding head – to stare on the ruins of Christmas. Daylight was pouring its unforgiving light on the remnants of a night’s debauchery and it was one crazy sight.

  Trent was lying face-down on the sofa as naked as she. Kimmie and Lawrence, on the floor, were a sticky and contorted mass of limbs. The brunette’s fiancé, it appeared, had attempted to eat half the dessert buffet off her chest and stomach before passing out on top of her.

  With a shock of confusion Jennifer noticed the third nude girl, the petite one with bobbed black hair, hog-tied with Christmas lights, her pussy stuffed with chocolate eclairs as she slept peacefully. “Oh my God, who the hell is that?”

  Lawrence looked up blearily, his face smeared with caramel. “Ehhh… I think we sent out for pizza – yeah, that was it.” Jennifer gazed at him in horror. “The lights were her idea,” he explained. “She was really loving that eggnog.”

  “Who – Who had her?”

  Lawrence shook his head as though to clear it of static fuzz. “I’m pretty sure we all did. Yup, Kimmie too.”

  “Oh sweet Jesus…” Jennifer looked at him and the feebly stirring Kimmie in a daze, wondering if she’d ever make Heaven now.

  “Oh God…” Trent was finally coming around, his voice loudening with disbelief. “Oh God… Oh God… Oh fuck… What’s in my ass? Somebody tell me – what the fuck is in my ass?” Jennifer had a vague and horrifying recollection. It involved brandy-cream, the zucchini and what had seemed a great idea at the time.

  Brewing up a batch of the notorious Lewis eggnog – that too had seemed like a splendid joke. And bringing it all to Lake Tahoe. No, not all… She remembered with a sub-zero chill the two bottles her parents had accepted for a supper party with the Pastor and his wife. Oh dear God…

  Kimmie was floundering her way back to full consciousness, gazing upon her own creamed and sponge-caked body. Jennifer groaned silently. This was going to be one hell of an awkward breakfast. She looked mortified upon her fiancé and her friends. What was there to even say?

  “Ehhh…” She smiled weakly. “Hair of the dog, anyone?”

  THE END

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  Her hand reached out to Ray to reassure that she wasn’t repelled by the sight or by his rashness. It kept going till her fingers brushed his hand, easing it away, so that her fingers slithered over the hot taut surface and closed around him as far as they would go. Till she took firm hold of Ray Archer’s ‘throbbing fuck-stick’. So much was happening so fast, she thought she’d faint from the drumming in her head. But maybe this way she could help her boy, diffuse the crippling tension that existed between them. “Let me do it,” she said. “I want to.”

  Ray leaned back on both elbows and stared in amazement of his own. She was sure the look she shot him was piteous—that the girl within was belying all her womanly efforts. His erection genuinely throbbed under her grip. She could feel the hot flesh pulse as she drew her hand up and down that thick shaft. It was wonderful, watching her own slim fingers gliding all over the implacably hard male sex organ, feeling its contained power beneath her palm—from the cushioning of the balls all the way up the thick-veined column to the summit and back again. She could feel the pulse of life within it. This was a thing alive, she marvelled, with its own amoral agenda, a throbbing engine driving the man. Only, she had sparked it. She was the one who had brought it growling to life. The thought terrified her, yet filled her with a strange pride. An exultant sinful pride. Ray’s jaw had dropped, his breath was a shallow panting. She, Neely Jordan, was responsible for this man’s torment. Surely only she could properly relieve it.