Page 8 of Single Girl Rules: HoHoHo

I immediately felt calmer with the singer’s cock down mythroat.

I wanted so badly to let him fuck me on the cookie decoratingtable. But that would be breaking my vow. This blowjob was only acceptablebecause of the mistletoe.

Unless Ash had come back and started fucking the beat boxer…

I looked over my shoulder. There was no sign of Ash fucking thebeat boxer. He was just standing there eating a cookie, watching me. The othersingers and Teddybear were doing the same. And Ghostie was still trying and failingto assemble the gingerbread house.

What the hell was he doing? He wasn’t using nearly enoughfrosting to glue it all together. I wouldn’t have really cared, but eating gingerbreadhouses was one of Ash’s favorite Christmas traditions. I think she felt akinship with gingerbread men because she was a ginger. Or something like that.

“What are you looking at us for?” asked one of the singers.

“Want us to join?” offered the beat boxer.

Yes.But also no. Because I desperately needed one ofthem to fuck Ash. “What kind of slut do you think I am?”

“I don’t think you’re a slut at all,” said another singer whohad just jumped up onto the cookie table right next to the gingerbread house.

What the hell is he doing?

He tied some mistletoe onto a rafter and hopped back down. “Youjust suck cock under mistletoe.” He tossed his smoking jacket aside and droppedhis pants.

He wasn’t quite as big as the first singer. But I appreciatedhis effort. “Exactly,” I said. I stood up, walked over to him, and dropped tomy knees.

The other guys all scrambled to find mistletoe of their own. Whichwas perfect. When Ash got back, she was going to be walking into a sexy minefieldof men and mistletoe.

The first singer walked over to get a handjob while I sucked thenew guy. It felt wasteful, though. Because the first singer’s dick was better. Andafter a month long dry spell, I needed that Grade A cock. So I pulled off thenew guy and turned back to the first singer.

But as I did…the new guy lost control.

Cum exploded onto the side of my face, up into my hair, andover my head.

“What the fuck?!” yelled Ghostie.

I glanced back and saw cum dripping down the side of thegingerbread house.

And then I got an idea…

I grabbed the new guy’s cock and aimed it at the house as hefinished cumming.

And then I finished off the first singer on the gingerbreadhouse too.Kind of.I admit – I took his first couple shots right in theface. But my skin desperately needed it. And I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’tthink he’d have enough cum for both me and the house.

By the time he was done, the gingerbread house was drippingin pearly white cum.

“There,” I said to Ghostie. “Now it’ll stick together.”

He stared down at the cum dripping down my chin.

I licked my lower lip as I looked up at him. I loved when I madehim jealous. Whenever I finally got to have sex again, he was going to fuck meso hard.

It looks like he was seconds away from grabbing me, throwingme down on top of the gingerbread house, and having his way with me. But he wasvery aware of my vow. Painfully aware. I bet his balls were so blue right now.And I hated that he might have a blue Christmas.

He grunted and walked away, abandoning the gingerbread house.

I sighed. “Fine. I’ll do it myself.” I stuck the wallstogether. But I still needed more for the chimneys and roof. And I assumed Ashwas upstairs sleeping or something, so… “You three,” I said to the guys as Igot back on my knees. “Bring that mistletoe over here.”

They walked over, each carrying mistletoe over their head.

I sucked off the first two and let them explode on thegingerbread house. And then I turned to the beat boxer. He grabbed hiswaistband and let his pants fall to the floor.

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