Chapter 7

“Now that we’ve had a little while to rest and the children are asleep, let’s do one of Karen’s sex games before it reaches midnight,” Abby mentioned to everyone.

“We cooked two pizzas earlier and now have two more cooking in the oven for us to enjoy,” Brad said, coming from the kitchen.

“You didn’t order delivery, so one of the girls could give the delivery boy a five-dollar tip and a blow job, like we’ve seen your mom do?” Peter joked with Brad.

“One of these times, it’s going to be a girl who delivers your pizza order, then what will you do?” Derek joked.

“I guess we’d find out if she enjoys having her pussy licked,” Abby said.

She explained to Mark and Tony the rules. “The girls will suck on each cock ten times, then the boys will fuck each pussy ten times. Try not to cum, Mark and Tony. Then you’ll lick each pussy ten times.”

Brad added to the erotic fun by playing a porn DVD of Little Caprice.

“Abby, I can’t believe how much you look like her. You could be twins,” Mark commented, seeing Caprice sucking on a big cock.

“Brad, you’re married to your very own porn star,” Tony added.

“That’s for sure, and she certainly performs like one, including all the unnecessary moaning.”

“I don’t moan like a porn star,” she replied, playfully slapping his arm. “Though, you sure do make me let loose when I have a good cum!”

Abby, Tiffany, Hanna, and Jenny sat on the couch, and each boy revealed his cock. Mark and Tony hadn’t experienced anything like this, as the others have.

The boys couldn’t help but smile as each girl looked into their eyes, giving their cock the required ten sucks.

“Now, boys, now comes dipping your cock in us for ten strokes and try not to cum,” Abby joked. Several used the couch, and others used the floor.

Brad and Jake watched as Mark and Tony each had their turn, fucking the girls for ten thrusts. The girls made their snug pussies even more enjoyable by tightening their muscles.

“Fuck, Jenny, you sure make it hard not to cum in you when you do that,” Mark lightly complained.

“Don’t you cum, or the games are over.”

“What happens if one of us does cum?”

“I don’t know. It hasn’t happened before.”

The girls lay with their legs spread wide. The boys took their turn licking each pussy, especially their clits, sampling the different flavours.

Dan and Karen had a large bottle of champagne for them to toast in the new year.

“I don’t want you boys getting drunk and passing out from one little sip of champagne,” Abby teased them.

“We’re mostly over eighteen and have had alcohol before,” Peter said.

“I know that Hanna and Jenny have had the odd glass of wine during a family supper. Mark, you and Tony better not get too drunk to fuck from just sniffing the cork,” Brad teased them.

“We’ve had booze before at home,” Mark defended.

Abby and Tiffany placed eight glasses on the dining room table, and Brad poured each one some champagne. Hanna and Jenny brought out paper plates as Jake cut slices of pizza.

They gathered in front of the TV to watch the countdown to midnight. “I hope everyone’s 2010 is as good as your 2009 was! I know this year was my best ever, marrying my man!” Abby said, kissing Brad’s cheek.

“It certainly was a good year, all of us getting drafted into the NHL and by the Ottawa Senators, no less,” Jake mentioned.

As the count neared zero, Hanna and Jenny prepared their streamers.

“Happy New Year!” They all shouted, toasting to the new year with a good sip of champagne, then kissed the one they were with. The younger girls reacted to the taste of the bubbly liquid.

Hanna and Jenny popped the container, multi-coloured streamers and confetti bursting from them and showering them. Brad and Abby hugged and kissed, as did Jake and Tiffany, Hanna and Tony, Mark and Jenny, Diane and Derek, and Brenda and Peter.

Abby and Tiffany checked on the babies, Danny, and Jessica to make sure they were okay.

“If you will excuse us,” Abby said, taking Brad’s hand. “I’m bringing in the new year the best way possible, my husband and I fucking.”

“I like your way of thinking,” Tiffany agreed, eyeing Jake.

“I think we’ll do the same, but go home to have our fucks,” Derek and Peter said. Diane and Brenda joined them.

“Mark, do you think you can follow up a nice fuck with a blow job?” Jenny asked.

“I’m certainly willing to try.”

“Happy New Year, everyone,” Hanna said, leading Tony to a spare bedroom.