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Subject: {ASSM} "Miss Eggnog" (MF nc gang?) by Creampie Eater
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This is a story about sex between consenting adults. If you are not an
adult, you cannot consent, even to read this story. Therefore, read
something else. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that
are not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, you
know it. Even so, caveat lector.
NOTES:
This is one of about five planned Christmas stories. I hope to get
them all done by Christmas. :) I will post them first to my Yahoo
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Miss Eggnog
My wife Perra and I love to throw a Christmas party. I find it
wonderful to have my close friends over to enjoy the cheer and
camaraderie of the season. Plus, I often find some of Perra's friends
under the misletoe, if you know what I mean. Usually, the party gets
pretty vibrant, especially considering we are mostly 30- and 40-
somethings. This year, it really got out of hand.
I blame myself. I invited my co-workers, and the only ones without
plans were the 20-somethings. When they asked if they could bring
dates, I told them it was OK. Well, someone blabbed about the party,
and soon I found people I didn't know grabbing beers from the ice
barrel.
At first, I thought it was a co-worker's date that I didn't know, but
the party got increasingly crowded. I found Perra and asked what I
should do; order the crashers out or roll with it. She told me to
relax, and to have fun for once. So I did.
We had sent our kids to a friend's for the night, which removed my
biggest problem with a noisy party: keeping the children awake. It
also gave me a chance to hook up the Xbox I had bought my son for
Christmas (hey, I had to make sure it worked, right?). I spent the
time before the party ripping my son's favorite songs and Christmas
tunes to the hard disk, and then I had rented DOA3 and Halo to play at
the party. When the youngsters arrived, the 5.1 surround system was
cranked up while the game was played. It was loud, and it was a
blast.
Letting go, for me, also means I do shots. This year, the shots were
"Blow Jobs". My friend Caren showed me how to swallow, and got me all
horny by licking out the whipped cream "cum". I am sure she was
reminding me of my recent taste of her creampie. I am equally sure
she wanted a repeat, but events intervened.
After midnight, the police came to "ask" that I turn down the volume.
I did, and most of the younger people bailed. I heard them saying
there was another party, and suddenly the whole place seemed empty.
The only ones who remained were the older invited guests.
I decided to scope out a place where I could quickly fuck Caren. She
had gotten me too damn horny, and we had briefly made out in the half
bath off the kitchen. Seeking a quiet place, I went up to my master
bath.
There, I found the event that intervened. Jennifer, my most valued,
overachieving young professional, was sprawled in the middle of the
floor, passed-out. Worse, her Christmas-y red velvet blouse was open,
and her red front-clasped bra was undone, exposing her breasts. Worse
yet, her short plaid skirt was hiked up to her hips and her panties
were missing. Worse than that, she was leaking from her pussy a
yellow-white mixture that looked like high-quality eggnog. My God!
My treasured sub-ordinate was oozing a creampie!
Quickly, I closed the door and locked it. What should I do? I am
ashamed my first thought was to consider getting my digital camera, to
record the sexiest sight I had ever stumbled upon. I mean, Jennifer
works out every day--she's a swimmer--and she is incredibly toned.
Her legs were spread in a manner that suggested she'd welcomed the cum
she was leaking from her pink, puffy pussy. She looks like the really
cute blonde girlfriend on the TV show 'Ed', and I had admired her
earlier, when she first arrived. So, the thought that I should
capture this image was natural and took a mighty effort to decide
against.
My second, kinder thought was to clean her up and to get her sober. I
knelt next to her, trying not to stare at her hard nipples, and gently
nudged her. "Jennifer? Jennifer? Wake up." She just muttered and
turned her head away, still out cold.
What I should have done then--no, what I should have done
immediately--was to get my wife or another woman to take over. But,
I' d been drinking too and I wasn't exactly thinking clearly.
Instead, I grabbed a hand towel to clean the "eggnog" which was
draining from her.
Then--more evidence of muddled judgement--I thought, "Wait a minute!
I know how to clean this out!" My compulsive desire to suck cum from
a freshly fucked pussy overcame me, and led me to kneel between her
lewdly spread thighs.
For long moments, I stared at her pink flesh. I hated myself for even
thinking about eating my subordinate. I looked up at her face, cute
and sleeping. Then, I looked down and studied her orifice. Setting
aside my inhibitions, I pressed my tongue into her oozing pussy.
I lapped at her, thrilled with the taboo idea that I was tasting her
and a nameless man. I pressed my thumbs against her lips, spreading
her open to gain deeper open. I thought about how open she must have
been as the man fucked her. I wondered whether she had been awake,
and had welcomed his penetrations, or if she had been passed out and
been taken advantage of. Perhaps my tongue would be welcome, or maybe
I was just another of the guys who were taking advantage of her.
As I sucked at her, I came to believe that more than one guy had to
have left a load inside. There was just too much cum. I imagined her
getting gangbanged, guys smirking triumphantly at each other as they
shoved their meat into her. Maybe she came, maybe she was already
passed out. Maybe a chain of guys stole away, coming to her one by
one to leave some more eggnog for me. Or maybe just to gawk at the
"drunk chick" leaking cum.
Terribly excited, I lifted her legs so that I could press my face into
her enflamed snatch. Eagerly I sucked and licked, getting closer to
orgasm myself. She let out drunken sighs, startling and engaging my
flight response. But then I realized she was still out, and that she
was just responding on autopilot to the pleasure I was giving her.
I desperately wanted to fuck her myself. She was so cute, young, and
nubile. I wanted to bury my cock into her twentyfive-year-old pussy,
and then to clean her out at my leisure. But, as I thought it, I lost
it, and it became impossible to insert my cock into her. I came in my
shorts, my face pressed deeply into her crevice.
After I came in my shorts, I came to my senses. I was in a terribly
compromising position. What could I do if she came out of it and
claimed I attacked her? Her compromised status would be nothing
compared to mine. I could lose everything!
Quickly, I fumbled with her bra, and snapped it together. Then, I
buttoned her blouse, but left it untucked. Finally, I pulled down her
skirt. There was nothing I could do to get her panties, but at least
their theft wasn't immediately obvious.
I stole out of the bathroom, and into my closet to switch my own
underwear. Quickly I went back into the master bath to throw my
soiled undies into the clothes hamper. Actually, I stuffed them to
the bottom, lest my fresh load be found while it was still wet.
I locked the door behind me and then went down to the party. Some
time later, my wife Perra asked me to help her unlock the bathroom
door, because it was locked and she thought someone was inside.
Feigning ignorance (which I am able to do surprisingly well), I
gathered what I needed and then picked the lock. Surprise, surprise,
Jennifer was there, passed out.
Perra started fussing over her, while I went down to make coffee. A
couple hours later, we put Jennifer to bed in our guestroom. She was
more sober, but still was in no shape to drive. The next morning, she
had breakfast with us, then left when I went to get the kids and bring
them home.
When I got home, Perra told me that Jennifer had asked about her
missing panties. To allay her fears and ease her embarrassment, Perra
had told her that she had found them soiled with the aftermath, and
had thrown them away. Jennifer accepted this without comment, while I
feigned surprise that they were missing.
Perra then let out a huge sigh of relief. "Thank God she didn't blame
us for being raped. We could have been in real trouble."
Raped? Holy shit, that is exactly what had happened! All the
excitement I felt at my dirty secret soured, and I felt guilty at my
own culpability. Maybe I had a rapist on my staff! I hoped it was
consensual sex that Jennifer had enjoyed, but the thought that it
might not be nagged me all weekend, as did the memory of my role in
the sordid affair.
But, Monday morning my feelings changed again, when Jennifer breezed
into my office, chipper and happy as usual. She thanked me for
inviting her to the great party, and was grateful for the care Perra
and I had given her. There was no indication she had felt outrage at
being raped, and I convinced myself that she had given up her
sexuality freely.
I just about choked when she told me, "I brought some eggnog," and
turned to lead me back to the office kitchen. While I followed her, I
surveyed her svelte form, conservative clothes, and cute trendy bob,
feeling my horniness return. It wasn't eggnog in a glass I was
thinking about drinking, I can assure you.
***
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good eggnog this year. :)
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