The air in the room was heavy with anticipation. Phil’s grin widened as he leaned back in his chair, his hand still resting lightly on my thigh. Eddy was visibly more nervous, but the excitement in his eyes mirrored the energy rippling through the group. Ryan was quiet, his hands gripping his chair as if anchoring himself, while James still watched from a distance, his gaze unreadable.

“So,” Phil said, breaking the silence, “this game of yours…does it have turns, or are we all just winging it?”

I smirked, letting the teasing tone in his voice wash over me. “Turns, of course,” I said, leaning forward slightly, making sure to hold everyone’s attention. “Rules keep things fun, right?”

Phil chuckled. “If you say so.”

“Alright,” I said, settling back against the couch. “Rule number three: each of you gets a turn to do something bold. No repeats. If you hesitate, you lose your turn.”

The group exchanged glances, and for a moment, the tension seemed to crack as laughter bubbled up between them. It was the kind of laughter that came not from amusement, but from nervous energy—none of them quite knowing what was about to happen.

“Alright,” Phil said, leaning forward. “I’ll go first.”

Without waiting for confirmation, he took both his hands and placed them on my tits. I gasped as he grabbed and groped and massaged my huge breasts. The rest of the gang watched, and I’m pretty sure that from where they sat they could see my pussy clenching and unclenching and he moved the palms of his hands over my nipples.

“Bold enough?” he asked.

“Fuck,” I whispered. I cleared my throat and sat up a little. “Yes, that was very good. That’s one point to Phil.”

Phil smirked, but before he could escalate, Eddy spoke up. “My turn,” he said, surprising everyone—including himself. He stood up abruptly, moving position and kneeling down beside the couch. His face was flushed, but there was a determination in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before. Settling himself between my legs, he spread them further and leaned in…

…I didn't know what I had expected, but the gentle kiss on the mound of my pussy was not it. I was almost relieved. Maybe this has gone too far, I said to myself.

“Sarah?”

I turned my head to the side to see James beside me, standing at the back of the couch. He had taken out his cock from his pants and it was now towering over me, inches from my face.

“Okay guys,” I laughed, suddenly feeling very exposed with their hands all over my body and hard cock inches from my lips. Eddy was still kissing my pussy and Phil was still playing with my nipples. “I thought you were going to take it in turns. I think this has gone one a bit too–oh fuck. FUCK.”

Eddy started licking my pussy, dragging a wet tongue across my clit. I reached out my hands to brace myself, grabbing Phil’s thigh. Within seconds he placed his hand on mine and redirected it to the bulge at the front of his pants. I felt what was there and moaned again, the thrill of feeling a hard cock in my hand while another of my friends had his tongue on my clit was undeniable.

That was all the consent that James needed, gently grabbing the back of my head and guiding his cock into my mouth. I resisted for a few seconds, trying to keep my lips closed, but with Phil’s hands continuing to massage my tits and Eddy hungrily devouring my pussy I opened my mouth quickly, greedily, losing control of myself, lost in the the sensation of it all, giving in to slutdom, accepting my fate.

I never understood wanting to be “filled” before, but I suddenly got it. I opened my legs wider as I took Jame’s cock deeper into my mouth, feeling my orgasm building already. We continued like this for a moment, a cock in my mouth and one in my hand, my best friends feasting on my body. I wondered how long they had imagined this moment, if they had considered using my holes for their own enjoyment before. The thought sent another thrill through me.

Ryan continued to watch from the sidelines, and I suddenly felt very sorry for him. I pulled my head back, letting James’ cock slip out of my mouth with a wet ‘pop’.

“It’s okay, you know?”

Ryan looked terrified for a moment, like he forgot I was real, like I'd reached out of the computer screen of some porn fantasy.

“Uh…what do you mean?” he asked, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. Phil continued to massage my breasts while I held his cock lightly in my hand. James’ hand went to his cock where he gently continued to stroke, next to my face.

“It’s okay,” I repeated. I looked at them, from face to face, taking a moment to find some self-control somewhere beneath the lust and the need. “No one is going to say anything. Are we?”

Everyone shook their heads.

“See?” I said, looking back at Ryan. “This is going to be our little secret. Julie doesn’t need to know.”

“Yeah, dude,” Phil said. “We’re not going to say anything.”

“Yeah,” Eddy joined in, his lips wet from my pussy. “It’s cool. It’s just a game.”

“Exactly,” I said, gently pushing Eddy further back and giving Ryan another perfect view of my pussy. “Please, Ryan. I know you have a girlfriend, but I need you to fuck me.”

“I’ll do it,” James said eagerly, his cock twitching.

“No,” I said, gently grabbing his balls and holding him there. “I want it to be Ryan. He’s not had any fun yet.” I turned to him, my naked body spread and waiting. “Please Ryan. I’m begging you.” I smiled coyly. “After all, it’s Christmas.”

He sat on the edge of his chair, his hands gripping the armrests tightly as he looked between me and the others. His jaw was tense, his eyes darting between my face and my body. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head, the conflict written all over his face—his loyalty to Julie clashing with the raw, magnetic pull of the moment. It was like watching a rubber band stretched to its limit…

He stood up suddenly and moved toward me. I smiled internally, throwing my head back and opening my wet lips, taking James in my mouth once more and beginning to stroke Phil with my outstretched hand, happy in the knowledge I was about to get fucked, happy in the knowlege I was being used by my best friends, happy in the knowledge I was about to be covered in more cum than ever before, all the time Eddy’s words running through my mind.

It’s just a game.

This was the best Christmas ever.