Instead of going to church like we always do, my roommate, my boyfriend, and I went to the doughnut shop just up the street from where I attend college.

We bought a dozen cream-filled eclairs: six vanilla, five Bavarian cream, and one mammoth chocolate-filled. We had them microwaved.

We sped back to the dorm room with the bounty. We had only just snuck past the security guard — which was hard to do, considering how many doughnuts were in our possession — when my roommate, Natalie, grabbed the chocolate eclair from the bag and bit off the end of it, licking the excess cream off her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. She handed the remainder to my boyfriend, John.

By this time, we had arrived back at the room. Before the door had even closed, John had unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiffy. He forced himself inside the eclair and moaned in ecstasy as he slid himself in and out of the tasty little pastry.

In the meantime, Natalie had pulled off all my clothes and pinned me to the bed, an eclair in each hand. I could feel her hot and wet against my leg. She pushed my feet and hands to the sides of the bed. I writhed in anticipation. She paused above me and then bit off the end of the sugary snack and squeezed the filling inside my hungry pussy. She filled her own with the other eclair while I watched.

She began stroking, licking, and teasing my nipples as I struggled to do the same to her. Finally, I flipped her over and began to feast on her sweet filling, straddling her head. I felt her tongue begin to probe my own sugar factory.

The eclair had brought John to the explosion point. He cast it aside and leapt atop the writhing female flesh on the bed. He thrust himself urgently into my ass, moaning about how tight it was. “Oh baby, you’re better than any eclair,” he cried. “I do like chocolate filling best.”

I felt the tension in his loins, and suddenly he erupted inside of me in a hot, filling gush. He moaned and fell insensible to the floor. His shot of life flowed through me like an electrical spark, and I felt Natalie’s orgasm arriving beneath my pulsing tongue. We came together, exploding like overloaded transformers.

After a few minutes, we all sat up and ate the rest of the eclairs with coffee. We highly recommend this particular Sunday-morning activity.