There’s something wonderfully pleasant about Christmas Day. It’s one of those days that can start out as a buzz of activity but then gradually tapers off into a lusciously long, lazy, afternoon and evening. So it is on this rather luxurious evening that Cookie Crumbles and Cloudy Quartz are enjoying one another’s company. Figuratively of course, as both women understand the importance of spending the holidays with their families, but there’s nothing wrong with having a nice phone conversation while lounging around the house.
 
“I tell you sugar,” Cookie says with a smile as she pops one a candy-coated chocolate into her mouth, “I have never seen a girl so excited to get a design book for fur-lined boots. Not even the boots themselves, just a book on how to make them!”
 
On the other end, Cloudy chuckles, “I suppose not, but Rarity always been an active sort. That reminds me of the year Ig and I finally caved and bought Pinkie mixing supplies. You would have thought we gave her the world.”
 
“Knowing that girl, you probably did. She’s a masterpiece in the kitchen.” As Cookie reaches down to pat her meaty middle, she hears her friend give a tired sigh and asks the question that’s been burning at her the entire time, “So are you two still on separate terms?”
 
“Not as such,” Cloudy says with a resigned tone, “but Pinkie came by and then promptly left when her sisters invited her upstairs to try out some of the new gifts that they’d gotten for Christmas.” Cookie gives a giggling snort at that, and she can hear the indignation in her friend’s voice. “A woman simply must be able to take care of herself Cookie!”
 
“I know,” the older woman lets loose another little laugh before popping another chocolate into her mouth. “But I just think that it’s sweet how your girls can come together like that.”
 
The chosen words for emphasis are not lost on Cloudy, who gives another small huff. And then, in a voice that oozes the cool, collected smile that sends shivers down Cookie’s spine every time she sees it, “Maybe the four of us should try to have a little come together of our own, hm?”
 
Cookie doesn’t bother to hold back the quiet moan of appreciation as she stretches out further on the sofa. Her hand roams over the swell of her belly, and then slides down under the elastic waistband of her warm-ups. Not that she actually uses them for their intended purpose, but they’re wonderful for lounging in around the house, and such easy access!
 
“Oh Cloudy, don’t tease me like that. I do not want to get so worked up when we can’t even see each other. Besides, I can barely handle you or Magnum by myself, I can’t imagine both of you, plus Igneous.”
 
“That’s my little softie,” Cloudy chides, earning another small sound from her friend as she teases herself. “I swear, you can be such a pushover sometimes. I’m amazed you’re able to keep both your girls and your husband in line.”
 
“Time and place,” Cookie pants as she bites her lip. “It’s much easier to do what I please than to have to make a show of being in charge, though.”
 
Just as she’s getting ready to dip her hand in between her meaty thighs, Magnum stumbles out from the bedroom. Still a little sleep bleary, his eyes roam the living space for a moment before settling on the lounging Cookie. He smiles, and she does the same, speaking into the receiver again, “Hold on a minute, sugar. Hey handsome; did you sleep off dinner yet?”
 
“Merry Christmas again, Sweet Bun,” he grumbles, moving over and planting a kiss on her waiting lips. Seeing the phone, the mustachioed man raises an eyebrow and gives a small snort. “Cloudy?”
 
“He’s asking about me, isn’t he?” the woman on the other side sighs. “He’s probably got that look of disapproval on his face too, right?”
 
“No!” Cookie laughs, trying very hard not to make it sound genuine and avoid the stink eye her husband is giving her. “Cloudy, you know Magnum is a very sweet man, he would never say anything bad about anyone.”
 
“He doesn’t have to say it,” the woman says with her usual coy intonation. “He doesn’t appreciate my humor.”
 
“Well maybe that’s because your humor involves telling him to keep my box moist for you!”
 
Magnum rolls his eyes again and sits down on the couch near his wife’s feet. Sensing he’s rather put off by being ignored, Cookie shoots him her best apologetic frown. When he doesn’t even take notice of that however, she’s forced into more drastic measures, namely using her toes to search and find the half-hearted erection running down the inside of his thigh.
 
“I had you first,” Cloudy says with a measure of pride as Magnum finally takes notice of his wife. The couple share another smile as Cookie gradually works a proper boner out of her husband; the tough denim fabric of his jeans visibly straining against the pressure. “That has to count for something.”
 
“Mhmm,” Cookie purrs, only half listening as she bats her eyes at the man in front of her. She very clearly mouths the words, ‘Take them off’, before tapping the button of his jeans, just in case he missed her signal. It isn’t really a challenge to get her husband out of his pants, seeing as he sheds them at most any opportunity, but watching him go at his waistband like a child at a Christmas present certainly brings a smile to her lips. “I think you’re right, Cloudy.”
 
“I’m glad you agree. It’s at times like these that I can appreciate your willingness to accommodate others. We really should try to have a joint holiday sometime-”
 
Cookie drifts out of the conversation for a moment as she sees her husband’s dick come into view. She has to gulp twice to handle the sudden flood of saliva to her mouth, her squirming becoming more apparent as she begins touching herself again. She bites back the small sounds of delight as the small pleasures between her thighs begin to join with the rather enjoyable sensation of his hardness against her soft feet.
 
Probing him with her toes for a few seconds, she prepares to move in for a more vigorous motion when Magnum reaches out and pulls her feet away from his dick. Cookie’s brow wrinkles as she pouts at her man, raising an eyebrow and flexing her toes at him. It’s very clear what she wants, but he only shakes his head. Puffing out her cheeks in protest, the mother of two squirms again, only to find her ankles have been released.
 
Instead, Magnum’s brought his hands up to his chest, a good distance away from his body and wiggles his eyebrows. It takes a moment for Cookie to realize what he means, but when it dawns on her, her eye widen. Pulling her slit slicked hand out of her warm-ups, she, quite purposefully, places her finger against her chest, letting her arm fall between her heavy breasts. Magnum gives a small nod, and Cookie grins.
 
“So I think it would be good for all of us to have Christmas together next year. Who knows, Pinkie might take Rarity up on an offer to use some of her toys.”
 
“That’s a wonderful idea,” Cookie says, completely unaware of what next Christmas might entail. But that’s, like, forever away. And right now, her hubby wants her to give him a titty-fuck. “We should talk more about it in the new year.”
 
“Speaking of, do you have any plans for the thirty-first?”
 
“Not especially,” the chubby woman says as she crawls from her spot on the couch and places herself on the ground in front of her husband. She looks up at him, waiting for him to take command of the situation, which he does with a small bit of effort, sliding her chest free of her top. Cookie sticks out her tongue at the man, shivering a bit as the cooler air causes her nipples to crinkle and harden. “Why, what are you and Igneous up to?”
 
As Magnum shifts himself so that his dick falls easily between Cookie’s tits, Cloudy chuckles on the other end of the line. “The same thing we do every year, I suppose. But I’d love to have some more adult time to spend with you.”
 
Cookie grins up at her man as he hefts her generous gozangas and holds them tight around his shaft. Trying very hard to control her breathing, the mother of two responds, “And Magnum, too?”
 
“Ugh, I suppose it would be good to bring along our husbands,” Cloudy admits as Cookie takes the opportunity to lap at the tip of her hubby’s dick as it pops up out of her cleavage. “What’s the point of having a party to ring in the new year if it’s not with those you love, hm?”
 
“Mhmm,” Cookie moans, this time around a mouthful of cock. Her heavily made-up eyes flutter closed as she savors the heady scent of her husband, and tries not to feel too overwhelmed by the massive size of the head. It is, arguably, her husband’s best feature; at least below the waist. Although that magic kicking foot of his might be a real threat; especially since he’s using it to grind against her needy nethers.
 
“Cookie?”
 
“Mm?”
 
“How’s that dick taste?”
 
At once, the chubby cutie freezes, her eyes wide as she looks up at her husband. Cloudy’s voice, while lacking the venom and vitriol from earlier, certainly is stern enough to demand an answer to her question. Cookie gulps once, slowly pulling her lips away from the delightful treat she’d just been enjoying.
 
“It’s, it’s really good,” she admits, biting her lip and blushing like a future school-yard slut caught giving her first handy under the bleachers. “My Magnum, well, he’s something else.”
 
“I’m sure,” Cloudy says in the same, even tone. “So what are you doing right now? Just blowing him?”
 
Even though they’re not even in the same zip code, Cookie shakes her head. “Nu-uh; I’m trying to give him a tittie-fuck.”
 
“With one hand on the phone? Oh no, my little Chubby Bunny, that simply won’t do. You need to use two hands, right?”
 
Cookie considers this for a moment, trying to figure out how she can manage to hold the phone and keep both hands on her breasts, while not putting her head at such an angle that she can’t teasing the head of Magnum’s dick whenever she pleases. But at last, she has a brainstorm and grins up at her husband. “Sugar, hold this for me.”
 
Magnum nods, doing as he’s told and letting his wife take command of her front parts. The position is still a little awkward for the kneeling woman, especially since her husband’s hand drifts a little, but between the two of them, they’re sure to make it work.
 
“Okay.”
 
“Good girl,” Cloudy chuckles, actually sounding more pleased this time. “Now, walk me through what’s going on.”
 
“Well, I’m thinking I want to give Magnum a boobjob, because it’s Christmas and I’m feeling pretty horny after you got me going. So, I’ve got my pussy pressed against his foot, and I’m grinding on it, and then I’m using my titties to jack him off.” Cookie pauses long enough to lean down and give the head of his dick a long lick before continuing, “Oh, and I’m also talking to you on the phone.”
 
“Naughty girl.”
 
Cookie shudders, a dopey smile on her face, barely even registering that Cloudy tells her to continue, though she does in earnest. “I can feel it, wrapped up all deep inside my chest. It’s hot, and thick, and huge, and I think his sac is starting to swell.”
 
“Already? I would have thought he’d have been able to hold out longer than that.”
 
“Mm, don’t you worry about my hubby,” Cookie giggles, smiling up at Magnum as she begins a steady, smooth rocking motion. Inevitably however, her eyes drift back down to her cleavage, her tongue unintentionally lolling out a bit as she watches his cock continue to appear and disappear in her dark valley “He might be a quick shot sometimes, but he’s just as quick to reload. And, most important, he always hits his mark.”
 
“Sounds a bit like a teenage boy.”
 
“He hasn’t lost a step!” the chubby woman says with a cheer. Her fat funbags now slick with a mix of sweat and pre move easily over the shaft. The increasingly breathless Cookie looks up at her husband and sees that his eyes are fluttering a bit, and the hand holding her phone drifting away a bit from her face. “Oh! I think he’s about to cum, Cloudy!” There’s a moment of silence before the slutty MILF licks her lips and asks, “W-where should he cum?”
 
“You’re asking me?” the tone is incredulous, but Cookie doesn’t waver an inch.
 
“Of course I’m asking you; you’re my best friend! I want you to tell me where my husband gets to finish.”
 
There’s a muffled sound on the other end of the line, one that, if Cookie strains her ears just enough, she might be able to make out as a pleasured moan. But that’s completely impossible, seeing as Cloudy and Magnum simply don’t get along. But after a moment, a breathless voice responds, “Your belly. Have him finish on your belly.”
 
Well that certainly wasn’t what Cookie was expecting. For a moment, she strongly considers just saying that he did and letting him cum all over her face and tits. But, not wanting to lie to her friend like that, the chubby mother of two adjusts her movements so that only the bottom portion of her breasts are being used. Increasing her speed, she continues to jerk off her husband until she finally feels the first splash of seed against her chest.
 
“H-He’s doing it, Cloudy,” she purrs into the phone, grinding her pussy furiously against Magnum’s foot as she aims his dick downward. “He’s coming on me.”
 
The feeling of spunk on her bulging belly is not quite unpleasant. In truth, the body temperature fluid makes Cookie feel delightfully warm, more than she would have thought. And there’s just so much of it! It can be difficult to appreciate how much cum her husband makes when it’s all going inside her or he’s painting multiple parts of her body white.
 
Here though, there’s no doubt that Magnum is absolutely covering her tummy in chowder. It dribbles around her curvy middle, each pulse encouraging even more spunk to roll wherever it pleases. At last he slows, and Cookie falls back onto her heels, gaping at the sheer amount of white covering her middle. Still dumbfounded, she stares at herself a moment longer before Magnum speaks.
 
“She says to rub it in,” he says with a smile. “Make sure to get it good and deep.”
 
Biting her lip, Cookie does as she’s told; her palms slick with her husband’s seed as she massages the thick fluid into her body. It is, in a word, heavenly. So good in fact, that she doesn’t even register saying goodbye to her friend before Magnum hangs up. When she finally does come back around, the chubby woman finds herself staring at her husband as he leisurely strokes himself, wearing a confident smile.
 
“Ready for round two?”
 
Biting her lip, Cookie smirks. “Only if you lead me.”
 
===
 
A fair distance away, and a short while ago, Cloudy hangs up her phone and smiles.
 
“She’s so filthy sometimes,” she says with a shake of her head. “I wonder where she gets it from.”
 
“Do you really have space to criticize her?” Igneous grunts. Cloudy give her husband a coy smile, gingerly squeezing his already bloated shaft between her fingers.
 
“Ig, dear, I seem to recall that this is my Christmas gift,” she says, with years of confidence behind her as she begins slowly stroking his dick again. “A Christmas Creampie needs to edge for at least two hours...”
 
The stony man gives a sigh, nodding and shifting his thighs to make room for his testicles as they bulge obscenely with unreleased seed. Cloudy glances between his legs, gently licking her lips and smiling.
 
“Maybe I can be a little adventurous tonight too.”
 
And if not tonight, then certainly in the new year…