Premium Story - Making S'mores (Patreon)

It was a cold winter’s eve at the Scrholler Household, the kind of perfect evening in Christmas where the snow fell into a windless night. Flakes piling upon the lawn and laying the groundwork for a snow-filled day of activities in the morning. Christmas was still days away, days that the kits had eagerly counted down with their advent calendars. What made it more perfect was that the trio of parents were on vacation and the grandparents had taken up their duties gusto, taking the kids along for a Pre-Christmas activity that allowed parents to plan Santa’s presents. 

Being a parent had been a significant change in Justin’s lifestyle, the rush and excitement from Christmas was felt more through watching his kits open presents rather than getting them himself. The kind of excitement in their eyes when they talked to Santa at the mall. The parental trio of Justin, Sherri, and Hope, had made wrapping the presents for this Christmas a much more bearable affair, remembering which present was for who, and which presents were from them, and which presents were from Santa. Both Sherri and Justin were visibly grateful when Hope stopped the process early on and returned with her digital tablet with an excel spreadsheet filled out to handle all the variables of toys and presents. 

Clipping wrapping paper and making tidy wrapped presents was fairly easy for Justin considering his line of work, he also happened to love the movie ‘The Santa Clause’ playing in the background. In the midst of their shared parent evening, Sherri said she was going to provide some snacks, which did sound pretty good after the scene involving hot chocolate. He was thoroughly invested in putting together the presents that he hadn’t noticed how much time had gone by, it felt like only seconds when Sherri reappeared from the kitchen holding a tray of snacks, cups of cocoa were the norm but Justin immediately recoiled at the disassembled ingredients of marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers. 

“S’mores!” Sherri said cheerfully as she placed the tray in front of the group, Justin’s expression suddenly drooping, “What’s wrong?”

“Justin well,” Hope snickered, “Justin doesn’t really like s’mores. He thinks they’re too messy so he well, eats them bit by bit rather than all at once.”

This time it was Sherri’s turn for her expression to turn sour, a mix of disapproval and shock as she stared in his direction, “You just eat them.. disassembled?” He gave a shy nod much to her disbelief. “Welp.” She said with finality in her voice, eyes widening as she exhaled a deep sigh, “Today you’re going to try a fully completed s’more.” 

Justin held his reservations between his teeth as he cooked his marshmallow over the fireplace, getting it nice and warm, toasty without burning, spinning the long gourmet fireplace fork. He liked the ingredients to s’mores, he wasn’t some sort of heathen, he just didn’t like them all put together. The graham cracker always broke, the chocolate never seemed to warm up properly, the marshmallow squished out the sides and spilled. He found his method more polite, eating the hot toasty marshmallow, then following it up with chocolate and graham cracker in between bites. He was still getting the s’more experience, at least that’s how he tried to phrase it but Sherri was adamant in him trying an ‘actual s’more.’ 

Justin was so distracted with trying to properly assemble his s’more that he hadn’t noticed that Sherri and Hope had already finished theirs, he only heard them whispering and giggling between each other, something he was determined to ignore and instead focus on the concoction that Sherri had made him combine. His forefingers gripped the top and bottom of the s’more while the others stayed far away from the squishy melty marshmallow. He was in the middle of trying to figure out how to properly bite on it in a way that wouldn’t leave a mess dripping on him when he felt his flannel pajama pants suddenly pull from his hips, his cock springing free as he glanced down noticing the culprit, it was Sherri! 

His eyes widened, his heart pounded, Sherri’s mouth was teasing along the underside of his cock while he stood there trembling, his girth quickly swelling to its full mast as he let out a strained groan. “Sherri..” He gasped out hotly, his jaw clenching as her hand pulled upon his length, the softness of her squishy pawpads connecting to his manhood worked against his sense of self control. “What.. what if..” He let out a strained grunt, his cocktip already leaking pre-cum and drooling down his cumslit as Sherri’s mouth wrapped around his smooth furred globes, “My .. parents get home..” He gave a groaning bleat but as he looked over to his big sister for reassurance, he noticed that her hips were already moving, smearing that equine cock between Sherri’s pussy lips.  

He was clearly outnumbered in his sense of morality, not that he was going to be able to hold out for very long given how Sherri’s tongue was swirling against his orbs. “C’mon little brother,” Hope snickered as her tip started to insert, spreading Sherri’s vulva around her length as the doggirl moaned audibly against his balls, “Let’s make an extra creamy Sherri s’more!” Sherri’s legs stretched out, her pawtoes splaying as she moaned harder against his balls, her hands gripping onto his thighs as Justin let out a guttural moan. 

It was hard to say no to not just Sherri, but his big sister as well, both of them luring him into a naughty trist that would surely get them a sitting down by their parents if they walked in. “Mmrfh..” Justin grunted, his nostrils flaring as Sherri’s mouth slurped and tasted along his cock, he rationalized that he might as well capitulate, it would make it end all the sooner and lessen the chance of them getting caught. “You guys are going to get us in trouble one day..” He muttered his weakening protest as his hips began to move in compliance, it did feel nice though. The past few days with all the commotion of the holidays hadn’t left them time for themselves together to properly enjoy the warmth of the holidays.

He was more than happy to let Sherri take the lead, especially since one of his hands was still occupied with a squishy marshmallowy s’more. Glaring at it almost as a burden without option he widened his mouth and managed to cram the entire construction into his maw. His eyes widened slightly with surprise, it might have been the pleasure he felt from tongue twirling upon his dick that skewed the results of his taste buds, but that combination of all three flavors and textures at once was… really. Really. REALLY. Good. Chewing while Sherri’s mouth teased the tip of his leaking cumslit bits of graham cracker fell from his lips as he stared down at Sherri, determined to try this again and test the results without Sherri’s tongue actively working against his cock. 

“See..?” Sherri murmured hotly as his pre-cum dripped against her face from above, “Tastes good huh?” She winked at him, her lips wrapping tightly around his cocktip and sucking as Justin let out a seething moan, his tail bristling as his hips leaned forwards while the clapping motions of Hope’s hips made Sherri squirm and moan from her position underneath him.  

Sherri’s audible moans of pleasure was a sound that Justin could never get enough of, his body was drawn to it, his tip sliding into her mouth as he started to rail into her from the front. His motions mirroring Hope’s from behind, the full length of his cock becoming drenched in her saliva as he flared his nostrils, working his hips inside her mouth and letting his swelling balls clap against the bridge of her nose. Sherri moaned against his length, vibrations of her tongue rolling against the top of his length, the tightness of her mouth and throat as she squirmed and shared the pleasure she felt through Hope’s thrusting hips, the tremors felt against Justin’s dick. 

Hope’s length skewered all the way to the hilt inside Sherri, her balls echoing a lurid clap that caught Justin’s attention briefly, he saw part of Hope’s snout that wasn’t hidden under the reindeer hood trembling as she suddenly gaped open, her fingers clenching, Justin felt a sort of solidarity with her as she came. Something that was innate to them as twins, somehow they could feel the sensations of the other, his own body twitched and spasmed as she came inside Sherri’s unprotected form, Hope’s creamy potent jizz flourishing inside Sherri and filling her belly to the point Justin could make out the bump in her womb from the unending stream of cum Hope’s cock unleashed. 

Hope’s body lay atop Sherri’s, their breast squishing together as she watched Sherri’s tongue working along Justin’s cockmeat. Her mouth leaned in, taking hold of the girth that Sherri’s lips missed and much to Justin’s delight he felt their combined mouths smearing tongues against both sides of his length that was moments later sandwiched between their comforting breasts. “Justin..” Sherri murmured from underneath his cock, “If you cum between us, it’ll be like making a s’more!” The doggirl teased as Justin’s ears folded back, half unamused, and the other half curious about ‘making a s’more’ between their tits, not that he had much of a choice with the way they were rubbing and grinding against him.

Their combined bodies grinding him, milking his cock with their motions, he felt his member twitch and his heady balls churning with arousal suddenly rush through his spine. The base of his cock felt like a dam bursting forth and so too did his frothy cream. He would chalk it up to being pent up but his cum felt extra thick that day, through his lidded gaze he saw Hope and Sherri slurping at his length as his cum gushed between their tits, smearing between them as the excessive flow squirted upwards from their sandwiching breasts and splashed against Sherri’s face from underneath. “Hahhhh.. fuhhhh..” His teeth clicked one another in a lurid chittering orgasm that only culminated when the remainder of his cumstream tapered off.

Justin watched as the girls kissed to one another, not minding the sticky cummy mess that they smeared against their bodies in front of him. If it wasn’t for the fact that they had just finished wrapping presents and the rest of the family could be back in any minute, he might have let himself twitch and throb to renewed erection and had a turn dicking Sherri. “Hey you two..” He said just above the sounds of their moans and impassioned kissing, “You two get clean up your mess in the shower before mom and dad get home,” He glanced at their cummy tits. “I don’t think they’ll believe that’s marshmallow fluff you two are covered in.”