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🕑 Added 2026-01-02 14:00:16 +0000 UTCAs usual, here we are at the beginning of the year, where I either start the year off with something sweet and innocent and let everything that follows descend into depravity...
-or-
We go straight to the depravity. :D
You're welcome and Happy New Year!
Year after year, Kim makes a point of sending Wade an RSVP to her now notorious New Yearβs Eve party. Each and every year, however, he declines the invitation, preferring to keep his own company instead of... Well, for instance, most of the previous years' party antics wound up uploaded to a certain adult 'hub' website. The year before that ended with quite a few of the party-goers in the Middleton City Jail...on-mass, drunken streaking through one of the city's most affluent neighborhoods has a tendency to meet with that sort of outcome.
Nowadays, Kim simply sends him an invitation out of respect for their longtime friendship, knowing full well that he won't show up. Well, 'friendship' would be an oversimplification. She, being the socialite and the life of the party, and he, being the social introvert...albeit a very well-hung one...they had settled into a friends-with-benefits relationship long ago. Kim was one of a very, very small circle of friends that knew the true heft and girth her chubby little friend was hiding away in his computer-filled room...and wanted to keep his ability to deliver a soul-crushing orgasm all to herself.
This New Year's Eve was no different than any other as Wade poured over his many monitors, flipping from camera view to camera view. Years ago, Wade and Kim's brothers had strewn the Possible household with hidden cameras, at first to keep an eye out for bad guy intruders. Such is the nature of a spy camera, inevitably they wound up using them to watch Kim prance around the house in her unmentionables...or, more often than not, prancing about wearing little but a smile.
Enraged at first, Kim eventually found the idea of an ever-watchful eye as kind of a turn-on...and eventually turned it into a little game of 'how blue-balled and miserable can I make them?' In later years, a large portion of Hicka-Bicka-Boo Production's adult videos had at least some amount of that epididymal hypertension-inducing footage somewhere in them.
With the New Year's countdown looming, Wade watches his cameras as this or that couple disappears to (what they assume is) some private spot. A tall, blond former-cheerleader going down on a former-football team captain in the laundry room, a scissor-turned-sixty-nine between the unlikely pairing of Joss and Monique out in the pool house, or the Mad Dogs mascot head-clad duo of Jim and Tim railing either end of a certain brunette diva up in the guest bedroom. Fully enthralled with the show, Wade jumps in his seat, startled by his phone ringing.
Kim: What's shakin', big guy? Did you get my invite?
Wade: Of course I did... Do you see me there?
Kim: As usual, playing hard to get. Are you enjoying the show at least?
Wade: Of course I am... Watching you stalk your guests, prowling for Mr. Right to snog with at midnight.
Kim: Ohh, really? Who said anything about "Mister" Right this year?
This is the game they'd play every year: Kim would go from party-goer to party-goer, looking for just the right one, take them upstairs after the ball dropped, and let Wade watch the outcome. Every year seemed to be a contest of one-upmanship, Kim finding a better (or worse) prize than the year before to surprise (or shock) him with. The strap-on-clad twosome of Connie and Lonnie Rockwaller was a memorable one, watching them DP her into the wee hours of New Year's morning. On the flip side, there is no amount of eye bleach that can erase the mental image of Kim's face firmly planted between the legs of a certain rotund and bespectacled bio-geneticist.
An hour after the ball has dropped and the midnight toasts made, an apprehensive Wade switches to his favorite camera view....the one in the air vent directly above Kim's bed. Will this be another spank-bank-worthy recording...or will he be adding bleach to his online grocery delivery cart?
Wade: Holy shit!
Her legs spread wide, head lolling, eyes rolling back in head, Kim has only taken what appears to be half of some lucky guy's huge Johnson. It's not quite Wade-huge, but the shadow of the distinct, phallus-shaped bulge in her belly definitely stands out against her pale skin. On his knees and leaning back, Wade can't see the lucky SOB's face.
Kim, her legs and breasts quivering as her monster of a prize inches into her, summons a little grin when she notices the faint glow of a red LED inside the vent above her. Making a little show of it, she reaches down and grabs the remainder of the shaft that hasn't made inside, her fingers encircling less than half of the colossus's circumference. Her free hand slips to her under-breast, squeezing it tightly, an erect pink nipple pooching out from between her fingers. Looking directly at the camera, her eyes narrowing to seductive slits, she silently mouths...
Kim: Happy New Year, Wade.
Original Art by Gagala
Edits by Phillipthe2
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Christopher Olivares
Happy new year πππ
