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Home for Thanksgiving |
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By Margo Perry
Loud, grating snores woke Thom. His impulse was to retreat, but he found himself trapped beneath a long-muscled, female, bronze thigh. Huge, erect-nipple-d breasts lay dangerously close to his already watering mouth and his lazy morning hard-on was gathering steam. In sleep, she arched her back, releasing her pussy away from his cock before curving back into it and Thom took the cue. He inched his hips closer to her, carefully, and in concert with the rise and fall of her hypnotizing breasts. She sighed, her breasts heaved, and he wrapped a strong arm around her. When he pulled her closer into him, her warm moving breast-flesh splashed over his cheek, promising so much pleasure that Thom dove headfirst into her warm, deep and inviting river of cleavage.
Sassy! Finally and forever, Sassy!
Thom’s cock surged at the thought of making love again to the woman he’d wanted since puberty. He fed Sassy’s nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before sucking on it greedily; just the way she liked it. She shivered and muttered something unintelligible. The night before, they’d made love twice on the hood of his car, but that appetizer hadn’t begun to make up for all their years of denial. Thom moved to her other nipple, as he stroked his cock to readiness. It was throbbing and sobbing its need to fuck. He brushed it across her thigh en route to the opening between her legs.
She has to feel it. She has to be ready!
With gentle fingers, he reached between Sassy’s legs, seeking the same wet heat that had oozed out of her, as she’d come on her parents’ kitchen steps.
“Ouch,” Sassy grunted, rolling away from him and taking her titties and pussy with her.
Thom was so horny that he considered peering over her shoulder at her gigantic orbs and wanking himself to glory, but he was afraid of disturbing her, afraid of her wrath. He began to stroke himself surreptitiously. It felt so good that it emboldened him and he traced a teasing finger along the length of Sassy’s spine. She exhaled impatiently, moved further away from him, and Thom was suddenly angry. He scanned her from her famous shapely head, along the curving landscape of her body, to her dark red-nailed toes.
You want her, but you can’t have her.
The voice in his head was mocking, the feeling of rejection and loneliness all too familiar, too Sassy-attached. He looked at her again and she looked like a stranger. Thom climbed off the bed, his disappointed cock flagging. Yesterday, she’d reappeared after twenty years because her father was ill, he reminded himself, not to reunite with him. Before that, she’d been all too busy with her film and stage career to even drop him a line. Had he jumped in too quickly? Been seduced too easily? Doubt buzzed around his head like a swarm of ill intended wasps. He grabbed his robe and struggled into it before closing the bedroom door behind him. He was horny and frustrated and something else that was hard to describe. Last night theirs had seemed like a surviving and enduring love. Now, their reconnection seemed vague and dreamlike. Confused, he walked down the hall, took the staircase down to the living room, and turned left into the kitchen. Thom needed to think. And he needed coffee.
Could that be magic? It sure smells great!
The distinct smell of Blue Mountain coffee excited his nostrils. He glanced at his watch: 8:30AM. Who had come into his house and made coffee? Only two people knew that Thom kept his spare key in a hidden box mounted beneath the handrail leading up to his deck: His father, who was taking advantage of his wife’s trip to England to enjoy Governor Morgan’s annual poker party and Honey Morgan, the Governor’s impetuous daughter.
Thom, Honey and Sassy had formed an unholy triangle in high school. Honey had become Thom’s sometimes lover and Sassy’s always nemesis. Thom looked down at his cock. The very thought of Honey Morgan had returned it to its hard and demanding state. He pulled his robe tighter around himself, hiding his flesh, but not the protrusion. He thought of Sassy sleeping upstairs, already upset about her father’s illness. It was Thanksgiving Day and they were expected at her parents’ home long before dinner. If Honey was here, he’d have to send her packing. And fast.
So much time had passed. Although he’d married and divorced since he’d had anything to do with Sassy, Honey had been around through it all. After he’d built his wife the mansion of her dreams and she’d lost herself in it - to the point, it seemed to Thom, that she’d forgotten she even had a husband - Honey had been there to soothe and seduce him back to manhood, just as she had when Sassy had broken his teenaged heart. And he loved her for it.
Why haven’t you and Honey ever tried to make a go of it?
Thom had asked himself that question too many times without ever receiving an answer. He could see Honey through the sliding glass doors. She was pacing the deck, one arm crossed tight against her body as she huddled against the winter’s early morning damp. He was reminded of her intensity, of her adamantly held convictions that she was always ready to fight for. She stopped, lifted a cigarette to her lips and inhaled deeply before carefully stubbing it out in her portable ashtray. Her long thick blonde ponytail swung to and fro as she resumed her determined strut, her prominent breasts looming large beneath her oversized track suit. Although not as huge as Sassy’s, they were at least KKK and seemed larger because she carried them so high and so brazenly. Thom looked down at his cock. It was raging again, an even larger bull than before.
You’re in fucking trouble!
And he was. Sassy and Honey were the kind of lethal combination that no sane man would countenance having under the same roof. And yet, here he was. He stared across the long coffee bar that he’d designed to fulfill his early morning needs. There was television, hidden but ready to swing into action, the newspaper delivered daily, and a quieting view of the parklands that abutted his property. He wished that he were here alone now. In peace.
Honey came into the kitchen, closed the door against the chill, and moved toward the steaming coffee pot.
“Good morning,” Thom said.
“Good morning, Thommy. Sorry about the break-in, but I called your cell and rang your bell and nobody answered. I was going to wait outside, but I got too cold. Br-r-r-r-r!”
Honey came toward him, shoving her ashtray into the pocket of her pants. She raised herself onto tip-toe and kissed his cheek before melting closer into him. Her breasts pressed against his belly and Thom’s cock responded with enthusiasm.
Get away from her!
“You’re shivering,” Thom said. “Sit, I’ll get the coffee and a decent ashtray.” He struggled to remember where an ashtray would be.
“I won’t smoke in your house, so you can forget the ashtray. I wish you’d stop trying to satisfy every woman’s every whim. You can’t and, even if you could, it wouldn’t be good for you. Coffee and conversation is all I need. What do you need, Thom?”
Thom took two mugs from the cupboard and poured hot steaming black liquid into them. “I don’t know what I want,” Thom said.
“If you don’t know what you want, you haven’t a chance in hell of getting it!” Honey chastised. “But that’s your business. I came to warn you that Sassy’s back in town and more into herself than ever! We flew down on the same fight!” Honey jumped off the stool and started to pace again. “Could you spare a drop of that brandy? The very sound of that woman’s name makes me colder than this miserable northeast wind.”
Honey pulled the elastic band from her hair, freeing her ponytail, and more than two feet of burnished honey-coloured hair fell down her back. She climbed back up on her stool, shifting her weight from one tight ass cheek to the other. Her face was a frowning mask of concentration, as she restlessly gnawed her bottom lip. Thom couldn’t help noticing just how unselfconsciously sexy she was. Sassy was intentionally seductive. Honey just was, through and through. She marched to her own beat, free from any man’s charms, designs or irritations. That made her dangerous and that’s why he’d never advanced their relationship. He was afraid of her and her fierce independent streak.
You’d better get her out of here before Sassy wakes up!
Thom wasn’t cautious when he half-filled two snifters, happy that, after talking the night away, he and Sassy had left theirs downstairs by the fireplace.
“Pageant gets so cold in the winter,” Honey continued. She was now beaming at Thom, leaning forward on the counter, shoulders hunched forward, her tits mounted and framed in her folded arms. “After mother died, we spent some time with my uncle who ran a bed and breakfast in Brighton. I loved to walk along the boardwalk on mornings like this, knowing that later on in the day, I’d enjoy the rides, especially the Merry -go-round. I’d feel this same chill, but it was wonderful. Full of anticipation, just like here and now.”
Speak up or be hoisted on your own petard!
“I know that Sassy is back,” Thom said, placing the tray with coffee and brandy on the counter. “My mom left for London yesterday. I took her to the airport and ran into Sassy. She’s upstairs.”
Thom was standing next to Honey. He felt her stiffen. She took a swig of her drink and then casually cruised his body. By the time she reached his face he was naked, emotionally and physically, and his cock had again betrayed him. It stood at full military readiness.
“If she stayed the night you fucked her …after all this time.” Honey’s voice was tremulous. She rocked her pelvis on the seat, now forward and back, as though trying to arouse herself. Her tongue wandered over her pink full lips that glimmered with her own juices. Thom felt like he was about to levitate. His head felt weightless, while his cock and balls felt ominously full. “And here we are,” Honey whispered, untying Thom’s robe and staring unabashedly at his rogue and lurching erection. “Sassy upstairs, I assume asleep, and you down here needing attention. All very familiar, but sweet things like you shouldn’t be left wanting. It’s not necessary.” Honey’s hand stroking his cock was soft, but strong; teasing, but also threatening. He started to pull away, but she reined him in with a crooked leg. “Don’t try to run when you want me this much.” Honey gave his ramrod pole a quick slap. “She’s upstairs, so we’ll go downstairs. Remember, I like downstairs.”
Thom picked up the tray and followed her. He’d handle things downstairs, share a quick coffee and send Honey on her way.
You’re delusional.
Thom ignored the weight and length of the cock bobbing against his thigh. He concentrated on how steep the steps were, how comfortable was the descent. He’d designed the spiral well. Honey’s ass twitched and her boobs bounced from side to side, immediately in front of him. His cock hardened with anticipation and dribbled liquid pleasure from its tip. He’d never fucked her ass, but the way she moved sure made him want to.
What are you thinking?
Honey was busy moving last night’s empty glasses away from the now dying embers, replacing them with their own. She ignored the coffee and grabbed the bellows, holding the wooden handles expertly. Thom stared at the billowing leather, amazed at the ease with which she re-lit the flames. Her breasts looked even bigger, hanging so close to the wood floor and Thom’s knees buckled.
“Join me,” he thought he heard her say, but he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t sure of anything. He felt like he was being drawn into some swirling vortex of erotic pleasure and he couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. He just stared, as Honey kicked off her sneakers, stepped out of her pants and pulled the sweat top up and over her head. She stood in a scoop necked tank that clung like a second skin to her own. She smoothed her hand over the creamy softness of her breast flesh. She toyed with her nipple. “I wasn’t expecting this when I left home this morning.”
Thom grabbed his chance as she bent to recover her drink. “Nor was I,” he gushed, “and we better stop while we can.”
“Who can?” she asked. She pulled the length of her hair over her shoulder, across her generous breast and aroused nipple. It fell to her belly button. Thom loved Honey’s hair. He wanted to run his fingers through it, design it somehow. “I don’t want to stop, so whether I’m able is mute. Here,” she said, lifting Thom’s glass. She nestled it in her warm, deep cleavage. “I need my hands. Come.”
You know better …
Thom did know better, but the voice in his head had become distant. Honey carefully balanced her glass between her tits, controlling the pressure with her crossed arms. She picked up the edges of her top and began to peel upward. Thom hurried toward his glass that tilted dangerously as she began to move her arms. Her breasts loomed bigger with every step and his cock ached with arousal. He remembered how wet her pussy got, how intensely pleasurable his cock felt inside her. He reached her just in time. She whipped her shirt over his hand, over the glass in it, and then over her own head. Her tits seemed to explode out of her bra and into his psyche. There was room for nothing else. His knees became jelly and he felt an urge deep in his prostate, demanding that he satisfy its needs. Her bra and panties were fire-engine red cotton, jockey style, the kind of pedestrian and casual underclothes Sassy wouldn’t be caught dead in.
And Sassy could waltz down those spiral stairs any minute.
“Sit!” Honey ordered. She stood soldier tall and pointed her tiny finger with great authority at an oversized armchair that flanked the fireplace.
Sassy!
The warning bullet struck Thom’s mind with deadly accuracy and fear flooded through him, too late for retreat and impossible to stand or resist. When Thom didn’t move, Honey placed her hand inside his robe and played over his nipples with smooth short round nails, until they itched with pleasure. He found himself stumbling as she took hold of his cock and forced him backward. Trembling, he fell into the chair.
“I know you’re ready, so I’m going to fuck you slow and easy.” Honey’s green eyes glinted with what Thom thought looked like sparks of fire. She placed her arms on the rests and leaned over Thom, pressing her breast flesh across his thigh. She brought his calf with her when she stood, lifting his leg between her own. She allowed her pussy to use his leg and she wiggled over Thom’s bony shin, groaning as her state of arousal became more acute. He could feel wet cotton. He could feel heat. But, most of all, he could see a woman wanting him as only Honey had ever wanted him, without apology or remorse.
“Open your robe, Thom-Mine. Let me see Cocky.” The pet names, the loose full lips, the way she stepped out of her panties, so slowly, one leg at a time seemed to tug at Thom’s cock head, making it longer and harder.
Honey climbed onto Thom’s chair, pressing her titties into his face, kissing him deeply and wetly before easing herself onto his cock in maddening slow motion. Honey fucked with her whole body and contractions rippled and flowed. Thom lifted himself into and out of her with involuntary and primitive timing. They were in sync. He devoured her nipples when she released them from her bra and she kept riding him, head thrown back, her hair blazing in the firelight. Her pussy was beginning to grasp and release his cock and it was driving him over the edge. He grabbed her hips. He was ready to take her to the mountain top.
“Not yet.” Honey eased herself down on him, until all movement stopped and she was settled in his lap. She slipped her tongue inside his ear before whispering. “Today, you’re going to fuck my virgin ass. Now, get up to your bedroom and hurry back with whatever’s required.”
Thom climbed out of the chair, amazed at how quickly his cock had subsided at the thought of having to go into the room where Sassy was sleeping.
Now you’ve done it!
Honey was on all fours in front of the fireplace. Her tits hung low and she’d exaggerated the positioning of her uplifted and ready ass. What a tease! He pounded up the stairs.
Inside the kitchen, the madness of his situation hit him. He should go right back down those stairs and tell Honey to please leave. But he didn’t retreat. He continued on his dastardly way.
Where was his lubricant? He’d have to cross the bedroom to his bathroom. Suppose Sassy was no longer sleeping?
Guest room!
Thom felt like he’d been granted a miracle. At the top of the stairs, he noted that his bedroom door was still closed. He sighed with relief and rushed in the opposite direction to one of his three spare bedrooms. They were all fitted with essential toiletries because Thom’s place was a drop-in-and-stay-over joint for many of his friends. He was as swift and quiet as a thief as he pocketed his lotion and returned to the basement.
Honey lay on her back, her fingers deep in her pussy. Her breasts fell over her sides. Thom felt suddenly overwhelmed, uncertain and foolish. She was obviously in the throes of great pleasure and Thom’s cock went instantly insane. It throbbed and spit and lurched.
“Come here, bad boy,” Honey said. She crawled onto all fours again and presented her ass to Thom. She curved her body to look back at him, as Thom began to grease his cock with gel and its own juices. “There can only be one first time,” she growled, “now fuck me and make it count.”
Thom oiled himself and then reached a tentative finger between her ass cheeks. He moved in slowly, one finger, bit by bit, until Honey pressed back into him. Thom could hear the gasp and knew that she’d introduced herself to the pain. “Please relax,” he said. Her buttocks were firm and round, her tits sweeping giant orbs. Everything about Honey was female and passionate. He guided his cockhead and nudged into her hole. He shuddered on entry, as a spasm overcame him, and he had to pause to collect himself before continuing. “It feels like you’re tearing me in two,” Honey said, “and I like it. I want it!”
Honey dropped her face onto her hands, further exposing her ass. Thom pressed into her, withdrew and then impaled himself, slapping his balls against her. Honey groaned loudly and then began to laugh uncontrollably as he began to thrust into her in earnest. She reared against him. Her head flew from side to side and she reached between her legs to her clit. “I can’t wait!” she said, weeping her pleasure and Thom couldn’t wait either. He plunged again and again until he spewed gobs of life into her.
“Oh yes,” Honey said, as they both fell from a thunderous orgasm into a collapsed and spent pile on the wooden floor.
“No-o-o-o!”
Sassy’s scream pierced the heavy silence and the room froze. A moment passed before the sound of Sassy flying upstairs and slamming doors catapulted Thom into action.
“So sorry,” he said to Honey, before grabbing his robe and putting it on as he ran.
Sassy was already out the door, dressed in her sandals and an old raincoat that he kept by the door. A light rain was falling and she looked like a wounded puppy limping away from the home that had welcomed her in for the shortest and cruellest of whiles. Thom rushed after her, but she’d reached the main road and he stood staring, as a car slowed and stopped.
There was no light atop the sedan which meant that it wasn’t a taxi, police car, ambulance or any other emergency vehicle that would have lifted the weight of responsibility and guilt that now shrouded his shoulders, his head and his heart. He stood shoeless in the rain, drawing his robe helplessly around him feeling cold and ridiculous.
Honey had dressed faster than a model during Fashion Week and was in the kitchen waiting when Thom returned.
“It’s time for me to go. We’ll talk soon, but this clearly can’t continue.”
Honey kissed Thom on the cheek and left.
A woman who has just lost her ass’ virginity should, at least, be held … A woman whose father is dying should be able to trust the man who claims to love her …
Thom felt more selfish, more confused, more satiated and more afraid than ever before in his life. Honey was right. Something would have to be done.
He found his cell and called Sassy’s parent’s home. Unfortunately, her mother answered.
“Sassy should be home soon. Will you please ask her to call me right away. I need to know that she’s arrived safely.” Thom was surprised to find himself fighting tears.
“If you were any kind of gentleman, you’d know that she’d arrive safely because you would have seen to it!” The voice was so cold that Thom shivered.
Thom was in deep, deep trouble. He suspected that he loved two women, but he knew that he loved Sassy and he was not ready to lose her by his own default. Sassy had begged him to come to dinner and that’s exactly what he intended to do. He headed for the shower and the challenge of a lifetime.
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