After they’d tried on their New Year’s nighties, Meghan told Beth she had a treat for her.

“What is it?” Beth asked.

Meghan led Beth to the table.

“What is it?” Beth asked.

“A mince pie, of course,” said Meghan.

“It looks a little like a teeny-bopper’s breast,” Beth observed. “Except for the crimps. And what a cute little fork.”

“Right,” said Meghan. “First thing is to test the tines.” She picked up the fork while at the same time baring one of Beth’s breasts.

“What are you—?” Beth started to say.

“The crust is quite delicate,” Meghan interrupted her. “So it behooves me to be extra gentle.” She touched the fork’s tip to Beth’s nipple.

Beth made an Oh sound.

“Don’t worry,” Megan said, caressing Beth’s nipple with the fork. “I won’t crimp you. At least I’ll try not to.”

After the fork circled Beth’s nipple a half dozen times, Meghan asked how it felt.

Beth made an Oh sound.

“You’re getting wet aren’t you?” Meghan asked. “Nice and juicy.”

“Oh,” went Beth. “Oh. Oh. Oh.”

“Time to taste the mince pie,” Meghan said, handing the pastry to her lover. “Go ahead, take a big bite.”

Beth bit into the pie at the same moment Meghan bent to Beth’s nipple, took it between her teeth.

“Ohhhhhh,” gasped Beth.

Meghan’s hand swooped to Beth’s sex, and two fingers dipped inside. Warm cream ran down Beth’s chin. Warm cum squelched from Beth’s cunt.

The pie fell to the floor, making not a sound. The tinkly clatter of the tiny fork was drowned out by Beth’s orgasmic cry.