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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

 
    Jake Malden is a freelance journalist and writer based in London. He
has been experimenting with erotica both on the page and off for some years and
has a growing number of titles available on Amazon. His interests, aside from
the staringly obvious, are theatre, cinema, literature, fitness-training and
travel (particularly back to his native Ireland). He is an