2 comments/ 20715 views/ 2 favorites Thanksgiving Day By: Solitary_Thinker The snow was a blanket of white linen across the mountains and hills outside his window, starched white and crisp by the continual fall of soft white flakes. The house was warm from the fire in the wood stove. He had tinkered with it for an hour, adjusting the flu and the air until the iron glowed a gentle red around the chimney pipe, and the heat radiated off it in hard waves. The road looked impassable to the house, of that he was sure. Even if he chained up all four tires on his old tired dodge pickup, he didn't think he would make it down to the road, and then it was 20 miles out of the mountains to the foothills, and the radio said the snow was white out conditions there. The wind gusted against the small house and he could feel the trickle of air through the panes of glass as the hungry cold leached the warmth from his home. She would not make it. He accepted this, and the line of his shoulders arched down and inward as his soul suffered and cringed within him. They had planned it for months. Countless phone calls and meetings in a ghost land of bits and bites. She had made it to the airport in Denver, but no further, and now even the phone was dead. He wondered what she would think of this weather compared to the luxurious warmth of her native state of Texas. The feel of her in his mind was so real it filled him with an ache, and he pressed a hand against the biter cold of the window. The heat from his fingers and palm fogged the window as the cold burned his bare skin. When his hand fell to his side it remained on the glass as an etching of despair. Each finger outlined in the delicate crystal patterns the ice that had formed. He turned away from the window and the gray light of the storm, his body moving with slow deliberateness. His frame was tall and lean from many years of hard work, but the lines from sun and wind in his face were kind. Though there was a weight on him now, invisible yet bowing him down toward the earth. He moved to the small kitchen and the warmth of the oven. The smell of the roasting bird made his mouth water and his stomach growl. It was not a big bird, but too much for one person he thought. He reached for the hot mitts on the stone tiled counter he had tiled with rocks he had found on his land. The tray and bird slid from its warm womb to the waiting counter top, golden and hot. Defiantly too big a bird he thought again shaking his head. A high shrill sound cut faintly to his ears, he knew it like he knew the creak of the house and the rattle of the mudroom door. It was Gingers neigh. She would sound it when she was coming home up the long road to her friends in the barn and pens, and all the horses would salute her back. She was his favorite, and she knew it. She was the queen, the matriarch of the corral. He walked back to the window where earlier he had kept his silent vigil, and looked out into the dim afternoon light and swirling snow. Several of the horses had come from the shelter of the barn and stood in the small paddock beside it, their heads and ears lifted looking down the road. Ginger stood at the farthest end, neck craned over the poles as she let out a whinny again. He turned his eyes to the road that wound across the long meadow and disappeared into the trees before dropping down into the valley below. The snow caused the trees to drift in and out of focus like a white curtain pulled temporarily over a stage. The trees were almost black against the dim light, and he stared for several minutes before he could make out the shape of a rider on horseback coming down the road. Only the fact that both horse and rider were covered in snow afforded enough contrast to see them against the black forest beyond. 'Who the hell could that be?' He thought as he watched the slow progression to the house. 'Hope it is not the McIntyre's boy coming to get help, maybe something's happened to the old man.' He walked to the mudroom dressing in his coverall and boots his mind racing. The McIntyre's were his closest neighbors and had to ask him for help before, since they were old and raising their grandson alone. He pulled the blaze orange hunting cap over his ears and grabbed the light gloves he wore even in the winter, pulling them on in stiff jerks. The weariness fell from his frame and his body became tense, coiled for action. It was a posture so natural to him that his form relayed purpose in it's every move. His actions were precise and powerful. The cold hit him like an icy blast furnace and the snow blinded his eyes as he pulled the door open. The wind fought him for the door and the warmth inside as he pulled it too. He walked toward the barn glancing down at the figure slowly drawing nearer. He would need to throw down some more straw in the open box. Ginger and the other mares came in through the half open door into the pen on one side of the barn that gave the horses some shelter, but yet gave them the freedom to come and go as the pleased. He rarely penned his animals unless necessary, and this was perhaps a reflection of his own need for freedom. The straw was a bit musty as he threw it down, but it would do. He pulled down the heavy horse blanket and set a large pot of water on the gas burner to warm for the horse to drink. Both horse and rider would be damn near frozen riding in this storm, have to be a damn fool or desperate to go out in this storm he thought. He walked back out through the side door the wind and snow freezing his eyelashes together. The rider was close now, the snow up to the horses knees, the ice coated around it's muzzle. It wasn't the boy he realized with a shock, it was an adult, and the horse was not Rose. The rider dismounted slow and stiffly as he grabbed the bridle. The hackamore was covered with a ball of ice over the gray geldings nose, and his legs were shaking from the cold. The rider was much shorter then he and so completely bundled he could not see his face. He pointed to the rider and gestured to him to go in the house knowing any words would be lost in the roar of the wind. The rider hesitated a minute and nodded stumbling toward the house and the warm stove within. The man led the gray into the barn and tied him to the hitching post. The girth strap and synch were frozen over so badly he had to cut the straps to get the saddle off. Attached to it were two pack bags, like saddlebags but larger for carrying camping equipment. The gray began to shake the minute the saddle was off, and the man mixed some oats into the hot water and made gruel the animal happily drank as he cleaned the ice from him and laced the heavy blanket onto him. He looked like the gray from the Peterson's place down by the road, but that was almost 10 miles. The geldings shaking had stopped by the time he was licking the gruel bucket clean, and his hooves had been cleaned of ice and rocks. He turned him into the open box and put some hay in the hay net before heading for the house. The light had begun to fail as he walked into the wind and ice. The gray light had sunk to that peculiar twilight that only happens in a storm, when the snow takes the light at four in the afternoon. He trudged through the two feet of snow as the wind pulled and ripped at his clothing. He was anxious to know who had ridden up to his out of the way neck of the woods in the worst blizzard in 25 years. The house was like an oven to him as he entered the mudroom, and still dark except for the small light in the mudroom. He dropped the saddlebags he had brought in with him and pealed off his cloths looking at the heap of clothing on the floor from his visitor. A small line of light shone from under the bathroom door across the room, and he figured he might have run a hot bath to warm up. He stepped out of his boots and walked toward the fire and the light switches by the kitchen. The air vents on the stove drew little red lines of fire light on the ceiling and the wind howled outside as he stopped dead in his tracks. The hair on the back of his neck rose up and he turned around rapidly facing the darkness. His eyes blinked hard as the warm air burned his cheeks. She stood there in his heavy robe, a slight smile on her face. Quickly she reached up to place a finger against his lips before he could speak, a smile on her wind burned cheeks. Somehow, someway she had found her way here. Without thought he took her hand in his and pressed it to his lips, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. Her fingers were icy. He reached toward her and laid his warm hand upon her cheek, tracing the line of her chin as she leaned her head into him. The came together then in a fierce embrace, each of them moved to action by the closeness of the others presence. There lips met and they were still cold, but there tongues reached out and they were hot. His hands found there way into her robe as she pulled at his belt and shirt. Her large breasts and round hips fell against him with both longing and comfort. Her skin was white and cold, and he felt hot against her as he slipped from his clothing and they sank to the floor in front of the hot iron stove. They were like fire and ice. His hot mouth on her cold nipples sucking and pulling with his tongue. Her cold lips and hot mouth biting his small nipples, and kissing down his belly to his erect shaft. She rolled him onto his back as she took him into her mouth. Gently she sucked him in and out, the heat of her mouth, the cold of her face and lips. She straddled him and placed her sex in his face as she continued to suck him in. She smells of horse and sweat, and the ripeness of woman. He inhaled her deeply as his tongue flicked out to explore her, to taste her, to please her. He took her lips and clit into his mouth and ran his tongue around her swelling flower. The wind moaned outside against the windows, and the mudroom door rattled in its frame. He could feel her passion rising even as did his own. Then as they had come together in their embrace, moved by some force of need, they both stopped and he rolled her onto her back pushing her legs open with his own, his heavy cock resting on her soft belly. Their eyes locked and he slowly kissed her. Her breasts were cold and soft, the heat of the fire almost seemed to burn them. He lowered his head and kissed each nipple in turn, and gently rolled the other in his fingers. Her breath was rapid and his need was driving him. He lowered his hips and felt the warmth of her sex. Now she was fire and he ice. He pushed into her slowly as he lifted his gaze to hers. The moment held more then union, it held promise, and it held hope. She welcomed him in and they moved together in slow passionate undulations of pleasure. Her pussy swelling as his balls tightened against his body. The tension was a line of fire between them, the pleasure a conduit to freedom. He felt her cum even as he filled her with great force. His essence filling her, her sex swallowing him and his need. The held tight to each other as though in their passion they may slip away, that this moment may be lost. Long minutes they lay not moving, only breathing the scent of the other, their body temperatures matching each other's. He rolled from her grabbing the blanket and pillow from the couch to wrap them in. They gazed at each other and their tears were like the rain of the blessed. She opened her mouth hesitantly, as though afraid to break the silence of their peace. "Are you thankful?" she said, her eyes locked on his. He smiled, the wrinkles around his eyes crinkling, "I am thankful." The wind moaned outside the frosted windows and the mudroom door rattled, and a frozen handprint on the windowpane reflected the fire light in rainbows of red and blue. Thanksgiving Day This is a story about foot worship and pantyhose sex. If you don't like this topic then please move on. I hope you enjoy it! My wife had to work Thanksgiving Day for about six hours, which was rare for someone in retail. She went in casually dressed in a nice pair of khaki pants, a nice blouse and some comfortable flats. We planned ongoing g to my parent's house later after she got home. This is a casual affair and we bother planned on having a few drinks before we go. When she got home we had a few beers while watching some football, I looked over and saw that she had on her black trouser sock that I bought for her. They gave the illusion that she had some sheer tights on. She smiled at me catching me looking and flexed her toes a bit teasing me. After a bit she closed her eye for a quick nap while I went in to get cleaned up and dressed for dinner. I was in the shower shaving the area around my cock and balls, she loves this and I shave for her every day. I could hear her now moving around in our room I assumed she was changing her clothes. When I was done I stood in front of the sink preparing to shave my face when she came up behind me. I was wrapped in a towel around my waist and as I lathered my face I could see her looking over my shoulder at me in the mirror. I knew she had heels on or I wouldn't be able to see her. Reaching around me I could feel her hands running through my chest hair and feeling my chest muscles," Nice, I can tell that your work outs have paid off." Now I am not a young man anymore and need to do some weight training to stay in shape and it was nice to hear that she noticed. I could tell by the look in her eyes as she watched me shave that she was feeling horny! The fact that she was rubbing against me was another dead giveaway. I was enjoying the attention she was giving me as I shaved and when I finished I put on her favorite cologne and turned to face her. She removed my towel and pressed into me kissing me pushing me back against the sink. She took her right hand and slid it down my chest over my stomach to my hard cock and squeezed hard. Knowing I like this she would let go then squeeze again all the while as our tongues danced in each other's mouth. I was thoroughly enjoying this as she was taking a more dominant role in our sex life; something she knew turned me on. Breaking the kiss she placed her other hand on my chest and pushed me back while still holding my cock pushing and pulling me at the same time. I could see now how she was dressed. She was wearing a nice black and white blouse with her jeans and on her feet she wore her S&M heels as she jokingly called them one day. They were black sling back pumps with a peep toe front that had a 3.5" heel and a ¾" platform. I could see the tips of her toes encased in sheer black hose. She was dressed to kill and knew I was done! She put her hands on my shoulders forcing me to the floor. I knelt in front of her stroking my cock as she looked on. "Do you like what you see baby?" "God yes, you look so fucking hot." "Why don't you show me how much you appreciate my outfit?" She knew what I wanted to do and was playing the part well as I lowered my head to the floor and started to kiss her toes and the top of her shoes. She flexed her toes in the soft leather and raised her foot up on the heel so I could kiss all over her foot. Balancing herself she placed her other foot on the back of my head pressing me into her other foot. I love the feeling of what she was doing and wished that I could video this for later. Moving her top foot to my back I felt her lean forward and step on my back. The tip of her heel was digging into my skin and the sharp bite or pain was invigorating. She moved around marking me with her heel. Stepping back and lifting my head with her foot so I was kneeling before her stroking my cock. Precum was leaking from the tip and hung there. She took her foot and slid it along the underside of my cock catching my precum on the top of her shoe. You could see the dark wet streak of fluid on running from the top of her shoe down to her nylon covered toes. She held her foot there turning it as if she was inspecting her handy work. Repeating the process a few more times until she was satisfied, there were pools of fluid on the top of her shoe and even some under her toes as she placed her shoe against the head of my cock and lifted her toes a bit wiggling them on the tip of my cock milking it. I was in sensory overdrive, as she had never done anything like this before. Moving to the sink she said one thing to me," CLEAN IT!" I moved closer to her foot and as she fixed her makeup I licked and kissed the top of her shoe cleaning my mess. "I don't want o see anything on my shoe tonight!" I redoubled my effort as best as I could, she knew I didn't have much room and didn't seem to care as I tried to get closer to her foot. Once done I continued kissing my way around her foot moving to her heel I kissed and licked it from floor to her foot. I lifted her jeans a bit exposing the back of her heel kissing the strap of her shoe and her nylon covered heel. I loved her feet in hose and she knew I would do anything for them! As she leaned forward a bit lifting her heel I slid my tongue in and as I did so she placed her foot back down trapping my tongue. Without saying a word she stopped and left the room. I knelt there on the bathroom floor cock in my hand lost for a second not knowing what to do as my cock was thinking for me now. I was in our room dressed in only my boxers when she came back in, "You missed some." Standing there with her foot towards me I could see her wiggling her toes and knew that I did in fact not get to that part as her foot was too close to the sink. I lay on the floor in front of her I kissed and sucked on her toes through the small opening and when she lifted her toes a bit I slid my tongue in under them. She would flex her toes on my tongue trapping it like she did with her heel. Nudging me with her foot I rolled over on my back I was looking up at the sole of her shoe and she lowered it to my mouth. I kissed and licked the sole as she moved her foot back and forth and then without warning her heel was forced into my mouth. "Suck it!" I sucked her heel for all I was worth as she pumped it in and out of my mouth so much so that all the way on I could feel it at the back of my throat. Taking her foot out of my mouth she stepped on my chest pressing her heel into my skin. Leaning into it she left tiny bruises on my chest with move of her foot and as quickly as it started she stopped leaning over me she dropped a yellow cock ring on my chest and left the room. I lay there for a moment totally shocked at what was happening. When I came out she was sitting in her chair on her cel phone talking to someone. She smiled at me and twisted her foot in a circle. Knowing full well that I was watching. She didn't mention anything about what happened on the way to my parent's house and even when we got there she quickly busied herself talking with my family as if nothing at all had happened. The cock ring kept me in a semi-aroused state and reminded me of what happened earlier. My sister commented on her heels and mentioned that it looked like something was spilled on her foot. "Yeah I guess I must have spilled something on it before we left." I saw her smile and followed her upstairs," You missed something." She was pointing to her foot and I quickly prostrated myself on the floor and licked her shoe clean. "Take out your cock and stroke it for me honey." I did as I was told and soon more precum formed on the tip of my cock and again she used the toe of her shoe to collect it then bringing it to my mouth I cleaned her shoe once more. Satisfied that I had done a good job we went back downstairs and joined the family. All through the night I would see her teasing me and smiling at me. She knew when I was staring at her feet and flexed her toes to let me know I was caught! Wow how I wanted to cum so bad and couldn't wait to get home. The rest of the night was a bit uneventful, I watched my wife like a hawk and she knew it. Every more she made had some kind of slow exaggerated move with her foot. We stayed for a few hours and decided after a few drinks it was time to say good night and head home. The ride home was quiet; she sat with her eyes closed relaxing with feet in the darkness under the dash not giving me even the slightest peak. Once home she walked in and dropped her purse on the table and her coat on the chair and headed to the couch. "Hey bring me a glass of wine please." I opened the wine and headed in to the living room, my wife had lit a few candles and turned on the web TV to Pandora and soft light and music filled the room. "Sit and rub my feet please honey, I have been on them all day and they could use some TLC from you." Yeah like I had to be asked to do that, I set my wine glass on the end table and sat on the couch at her feet. Taking her first foot I brought it to my lips and kissed her shoe before sliding it off. I placed my nose as far into her shoe as I could try to absorb all her sexy scent. I felt her poke me in the side with her other heel and knew I had other things to tend to. I repeated the same process with her other shoe and dropped it to the floor. I looked up to her and she had her eyes closed enjoying the attention I was giving to her feet. I slowly rubbed each foot pressing my thumbs into her sole working from her heel to her toes. Her feet were warm from being in her shoes all night and I couldn't wait to have them on my face. Her heels were directly over my cock and she would press them down teasing me. I was hard as ever and needed some relief. I brought her foot to my mouth and kissed each toe lovingly, she was holding her other foot ready for the same. When I finished this she got up. "I am going to change I suggest you strip." I was naked in a flash and sat back down waiting for her, I figured she would be naked as well but when she came back in she had on her red nightgown that is slit up to her hip and her hose. Man I loved that nightgown and she knows it. She came up and stood before me running her finger in my hair she pulls me to her and holds my head against her stomach. I ran my hands up both her legs form her calves to her ass and back down enjoying the sensation on her hose. She pushed me back gently and placed her right foot on the arm of the couch and I quickly moved forward dropping to my knees. She raised her nightgown and I moved in kissing the top of her thigh then slowly kissing my way to her sweet pussy. I was happy to see that the gusset had been cut out of her hose. She was so wet and smelled like heaven. I immediately thrust my tongue into her trying to capture every drop and please her. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into her holding me tight against her and also using me for balance. I grabbed her ass and pulled hard pressing my face into her, I softly now kissed her outer lips and worked to her clit. Taking it between my lips I bit down softly and flicked my tongue or it faster and faster. I felt her pull harder on my hair and I knew she was Cumming. When she has an orgasm her clit is so sensitive she won't let me touch it and this time was no exception. She stepped away and sat next to me on the couch leaning back making a content noise. I looked up at her form the floor waiting; I slowly stroked her leg waiting. She moved her leg up and over me guiding me to the floor in front of her. She placed both feet on either side of my cock and held me tightly between her arches. Her left foot pressed down on my balls and I moaned softly under her feet. Turning her right foot on its side a bit my cock nestled against her arch as she slowly brought her left foot up along my shaft and back down pressing onto my balls. This went on for what seemed like forever, slow stroking and teasing and I enjoyed every bit of it. She took the toes of her left foot and pressed them on my balls again causing my cock to stand up. Taking her right foot she captured the head of my cock under her toes. The sensation of her hose was magical. She flexed her toes on the head of my cock soaking them with my precum. I could see in the soft light as her foot raised off my cock a thin strand running from my head to her foot. I was close to Cumming and she knew it by the way my cock twitched. She placed her foot over my mouth stepping on my face and I licked my juices off her foot and sucked it out of her hose while she started to stroke my cock with her left foot. She stepped hard on my face flexing her toes and then she had her foot back on my cock stroking me with both insteps. I could barely see her face but I could tell she was masturbating while she did this to me, her head was back and her eyes were closed. She opened them and looked right through my soul. "Come on baby, cum for me. I want you're cum all over my feet." "Please no baby, I want to wait and cum inside you later. You know if I cum now I will need to wait. I want to make you feel good." "Cum on my hose covered feet baby, you know you want to. Cover them. MMM doesn't it feel good baby my feet on your hard cock?" She knew what this would do to me. I wanted to hold off a bit, I am not a young guy anymore and needed longer to recoup after my orgasm. I couldn't hold it anymore and I exploded, the first blast landed on my neck and she quickly got my cock under control. Resting it on her right arch she pumped me with her left foot. My cock shot burst after burst of cum onto my chest and neck. Taking both her feet she rubbed my chest with them soaking them in my cum the returned to my cock. The feeling of her hose covered on cum on my sensitive cock head caused another quick burst of cum from my cock. That had never happened before and I couldn't help but writhe in ecstasy under her feet. "God honey that was great, I wish you would have waited though, I wanted to make you feel so good tonight." "Oh don't worry baby you will! You see I put some ground up Viagra in your food earlier. I know you don't need it but I did hear that it increases the turnaround time so I am going to be very satisfied tonight!" I lay on the floor under my wife cum soaked feet for a second taking this all in. She was using the toes of her left foot to nudge my softening cock around a bit giggling to herself happily. She took her right foot and dipped her toes into some of my cum and brought it to my face holding it over me. "I think you should show me how thankful you are for this!" I knew what she wanted and I looked at her hose covered foot above me, I could see that it was considerably darker so I knew what that meant. I lifted my head up moving closer to her foot and slowly stuck my tongue out flicking it under her toes. "No I think you need to do better than that!" I did as I was told and licked her foot from heel to under her toes. "That's a good boy, keep it up." She moved her foot to my cock and milked the last of my cum out of me and brought it back to my mouth. I could still feel her left foot rubbing and toying with my cock and then she brought both of them up and placed them on my face. I could feel my cum as she smeared it on y face and mouth. I licked her left foot as her right was placed on my nose. I licked both her feet for a few minutes and I have to admit I was enjoying this, as I knew how much it was turning her on. When she moved her feet back to my cock my face was wet with a combination of my juices. She started to vigorously rub my cock with her feet and it felt fucking great. Nothing like the feeling of wet hose on your cock! Before I knew it I was hard as a rock again long before I should have been. Moving quickly my wife was on me in a flash. She was grinding on my cock and I could feel her sweet wet pussy sliding along my cock. She maneuvered me into her and started to ride me. She rocked slowly on my cock and slid her nightgown off her shoulders exposing her erect nipples. Taking her fingers she gathered up some of my juices on them and licked them clean. This was so fucking hot that if I had any fluid left in me I would have exploded. Reaching down she gathered more on her finger and rubbed it onto her nipple. She leaned forward and I lifted my head to suck them clean. She loved it when I sucked hard on her nipples and I wasn't going to let her down. This always gets her wetter and I could feel her pussy squeezing my cock. I lay my head back on the floor and she attacked me, kissing me and licking my neck. She was licking me clean and I liked it! She kissed me hard on the lips then sat upright on me. Rocking her hip back and forth I knew what was happening. Her orgasm was slowly building up and she placed both hands on my chest digging her nails into me as the explosion started working through her body. She was rocking so hard and fast on me that she drew blood on my chest and with each rock back she would slam into my balls. The pain I felt form this was exciting and new to me but honestly I did like it. Collapsing on me with my hard cock still in her she lay there like she had just run around the block full speed. Panting and softly moaning happily she lay there happy! After a few minutes she giggled. "Seems like someone is still up, maybe I need to take advantage of him some more." She rolled off me and lay there with her legs open inviting me to her I slid into her pussy as she moved legs over my shoulders and rubbed the side of my head with her feet. I was going to fuck her with everything I had left in me! Thanksgiving Day Eve in Cleo's Jacuzzi Laurie and Jennifer each carried a bag from Jennifer's dorm room down to Laurie's silver Mustang convertible. It was a warm day for November, so Laurie had driven down from Arlington with the top down. As Jennifer tossed her laundry bag into Laurie's back seat and Laurie followed by laying Jennifer's suitcase next to it, Laurie said, "Your roommate seemed less tense than she did the last time I came and saw you." "Did she," Jennifer said as she slid into the passenger seat and Laurie took her place behind the wheel. "Yeah," Laurie said. "Considerably less tense." Jennifer giggled as Laurie put the car in drive and pulled away from the curve. She glanced at Jennifer who was still giggling and smiled as she said, "You two hooked up, didn't you." Jennifer just giggled some more as she found Laurie's pack of Marlboro Reds in the glove box and dug through the regular cigarettes until she found one of the joints she knew Laurie would have hidden with them. As Jennifer used the car's lighter to put fire to the joint, Laurie said, "I've got some blow in my purse if you want to stop and do a couple of lines." Jennifer shook her and sucked deeply on the weed. After she could no longer hold the smoke in her lungs, she let it out and said, "This is fine with me." She took another long pull on the joint and then held it to Laurie's lips so her friend wouldn't have to take a hand off the steering wheel. After Laurie had drawn as much marijuana smoke into her lungs as was humanly possible, she held her toke for a minute and then blew the remains in Jennifer's face. Jennifer giggled some more. "God, you're goofy today," Laurie said. "Have you already been smoking some shit?" Jennifer shook her head and said, "Nope, but me and Becky sucked our pussies until we were out of juice for about two hours before you showed up." "Damn," Laurie said. "I didn't think that little honey was up for it." "She is." "Tell me the whole story about how you nailed her and I'll even let you drive." Jennifer took another hit on the joint, coughed as she held the smoke in too long, giggled some more when she finished coughing and said, "Deal, bitch. Pull the fuck over." "Yeah, right," Laurie said. "Maybe after I hear the story." "I can drive you know." "I didn't say you couldn't," Laurie said. "But this is my 'stang." "Shit," Jennifer said as she tossed the residual of the joint out of the car. "It's just a car." "True," Laurie said. "But it's MY car." Jenny laughed. "You got me there. What are we doing tonight?" "We could have a little party at my place." "Sounds cool," Jenny said. "Who you inviting?" "You." Jenny laughed again. "That's a start." Laurie laughed too. "Taylor went to England with Frankie. Howie is in town, so my sister will be shacked up with him. We could go over to Cleo's." "Cleo's cool." "She's always got good blow." Jennifer rolled her eyes and said, "Would you forget about that shit? It's going to kill you one of these days." Laurie shrugged and said, "Wasn't planning to live forever; but since you are, we could just soak in her hot tub if you want." "Oh yeah," Jennifer said. "I love her hot tub." "Cool," Laurie said. "We can hit some balls first. They've got the court right there on the estate." "Gee, Laurie," Jennifer said. "I play tennis every fucking day." "Scared I'll beat you." "Of course not." "I'm pretty good, Jenny. I used to play in high school too." "But I play in college." "Only because your mom is friends with someone that knows the coach and pulled some strings to get you a scholarship." "Fuck you, Laurie. Yes. Coach Reardon is married to my mom's sales manager's brother, but she still gave me the scholarship because I can play. If I couldn't play, she never would have." "So play me tonight." "I'll tell you what," Jennifer said. "Let me toss the snowflake you've got in your purse out of the car right now, and I'll play tennis with you tonight." Laurie looked horrified. "Why the fuck would you want to do that?" "So, you can prove to me that the stuff doesn't rule your life." "It doesn't rule my life, Jenny; but throwing that shit out the window would mean I sucked that cock this morning for free." Jenny rolled her eyes and said, "Oh, in that case, I see your point." * Sandy Gordon dropped her purse on her desk and answered the ringing phone. "Hudson Pharmaceuticals." "Mr. Hudson wants you in his office." Shit, Sandy thought. "He say what he wants, Carmen?" "What does he always want?" "Fuck," Sandy said softly. "I should have gone into real estate." "You don't have to do it, you know," Carmen said. "Yeah I do," Sandy said. "And you know it. But, you know what. Fuck it. And Fuck him." "You sure about that, Sandy," Carmen asked? "Yep," Sandy said. "It's after five. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and I'm leaving. If he asks where I am, tell him I went to Baptist Memorial." * Laurie pulled off of I-35 at a little town called Temple and parked at a McDonald's so she could run inside and use the bathroom. Jennifer wasn't as desperate to go as Laurie was, so she followed her at a calm stroll. When Jennifer stepped into the ladies room, Laurie was standing outside of the single stall hopping from one foot to the other. Jennifer giggled at the sight of her friend in agony. "Shut up, Jenny," Laurie said. "I'm about to hop up and pee in the sink." "I'm almost done," a voice from inside the stall called. "Don't do anything drastic." Laurie and Jennifer both laughed, but as soon as they heard the toilet being flushed and saw the door open; Laurie grabbed Jennifer's hand and, the very second the handsome black woman with a shift manager's uniform on exited the stall, Laurie pulled Jennifer inside with her. They heard the black woman laughing as she washed her hands at the same sink Laurie had threatened to pee in. As Laurie was dropping her shorts to the floor, Jennifer said, "You need some help, or did you just bring me in here to watch?" Simultaneously, while Laurie was dropping her shorts, she sat on the toilet; and almost before she even finished sitting down, the urine began to flow. Laurie sighed and said, "That feels so fucking good." Jennifer couldn't help laughing and saying, "You'd think you were cumming the way you're carrying on." Laurie opened her legs wider to give Jennifer a good view and said, "You like?" Jennifer blushed as she watched the steady stream of pee flow out of Laurie's pussy and nodded. Laurie smiled. "Turns you on, doesn't it?" Jennifer's blush deepened and she nodded again. "Take your shirt off," Laurie said. "Let me see those tits." Jennifer hesitated, but at Laurie's urging pulled her maroon and black Texas State University tee shirt over her head and laid it over the toilet paper dispenser. Jennifer's firm melons fell into view and she fidgeted with the anticipation of what was to come. Laurie reached out to touch them and squeezed them together, loving how heavy they were. Loving the way Jennifer's nipples responded and grew with her touch. Loving the way they looked like pink gumdrops. Laurie finished peeing and Jennifer leaned forward so Laurie could take a nipple in her mouth and begin to suck. Jennifer gasped and sucked in her breath as Laurie worked the nipple with her tongue. Jennifer reached below and undid the buttons to Laurie's brown sleeveless blouse and softly massaged Laurie's breasts as Laurie switched nipples and began to suck the other one. Laurie's breasts were smaller than Jennifer's but Jennifer still loved the way they felt in her hands. As Jennifer kneeled down and was about to meet her lips to Laurie's, they both jumped with a start as they heard a fist pounding on the door of the stall and an elderly female voice saying, "What the hell is going on in there? I've got to go and you girls are in there moaning like you're in heat." They both began laughing and quickly pulled their shirts to cover their bouncing boobs and ran out of the stall to Laurie's car. * Sandy found the door to Cleo's office open and tapped on the glass to get her attention. Cleo looked up from the chart she'd been reviewing and smiled widely at her friend's presence. "Sandy," she said. "I haven't seen you in forever." "I know," Sandy said as she sat in the chair across from Cleo's desk. "I went to New York for a couple of weeks at the beginning of the month, but Scott's back in Iraq so I came home." "Workaholic like you," Cleo said. "I'm surprised you took the time off." "You're one to talk," Sandy said. "Look at that stack of charts on your desk. Those all your patients?" Cleo shook her. "Nope, but as chief resident, I have to review the charts of all the surgical resident's patients everyday." "Bet that's fun." Noting Sandy's sarcasm, but ignoring it, Cleo said, "Not really, but it's all part of being chief surgical resident. I want to be an attending surgeon at this hospital and I want to be a chief surgeon somewhere someday, so this gives me a leg up on other surgical residents." "You'll get it," Sandy said. "You're very smart." Cleo smiled. "What's up with you?" "I think I quit my job." "You think?" "Okay," Sandy said. "I did quit my job." "Can you afford that?" "My sanity couldn't afford for me not to?" "Wow," Cleo said. "I'm almost done here. You want to go do something." Sandy sighed. "Yeah, I do. Alyson is at her boyfriend's house and Jennifer is coming up some time tonight, but I'm sure she'll go out with one of her friends as soon as she arrives. I really don't feel like being by myself." "I know how you feel," Cleo said. "I hate Texas during holidays, because my whole family is back east." "Wanna get something to eat and maybe see a movie?" "Sounds great," Cleo said. "Give me half an hour to finish these charts and I'll be done. After the movie, we'll go back to my place and have some real fun." "Mmm," Sandy said. "Now you're talking. I could even do with some time in the hot tub." * "I can't believe you beat me," Jennifer said as they placed their racquets on one of the tables between the swimming pool and the Jacuzzi. Laurie laughed, "Shouldn't have mocked me. I told you I was good." "I know you did," Jennifer said as she reached behind her and unzipped her tennis dress down the back. "I just don't get what's wrong with me anymore" She let the dress fall to the concrete and watched as Laurie pulled hers over her head and dropped it to the deck with Jennifer's. Then both girls stepped naked to the outdoor shower and rinsed the sweat off their bodies. Laurie's breasts were two cup sizes smaller than Jennifer's but her nipples stood out just as proudly as they were sprayed with the cold water. Jenny giggled and gave one of Laurie's nipples a pinch, but then darted away to the pool before Laurie could get her back. She dove in headfirst with Laurie right behind her, and they spent several minutes splashing and playing in the water before switching from the pool to the Jacuzzi. As they eased into the warm bubbling water, Jennifer sighed and said, "You sure Cleo doesn't mind us coming here without her?" "If she minded, I wouldn't have the security code to be able to get in here. Now would I," Laurie said. Jennifer laughed. "For most people that logic would apply, but with you, Laurie; there is no telling." "Ah, come on," Laurie said. "I'm a sneak. I admit, but you don't think I'd ever take advantage of a friend do you?" "No," Jennifer said softly. "I don't." "Good," Laurie said. "Come closer." Jennifer scooted to where Laurie sat and without further comment the two girls tilted their heads in opposing directions and let their lips meet. They'd kissed enough times that they just seemed to instantly melt together as if they were one. As they were breaking for air, they heard someone clearing their throat and looked to the direction of the sliding glass doors that led out to the pool area from the house. They each turned and with a start realized Cleo and Sandy were watching them. Jennifer quickly pulled away. She knew that Sandy knew about her and Laurie. Just like she knew about Sandy and Cleo. It was still a strange feeling for her own mom to catch her making out with another girl. "Hi, Cleo, and Ms. Gordon," Laurie said. Sandy smiled. She knew Jennifer was uncomfortable. She wasn't exactly at ease herself, but she said, "Hi, Laurie. I've told you. Call me Sandy." Then Sandy looked at Jennifer who weakly wagged her fingers and said, "Hi, Mom. Hi, Cleo." "Hi, baby," Sandy said. Then she turned to Cleo. "Maybe we should go." "It does seem as if we've been beaten to the hot tub." "Don't be silly," Laurie said. "There's plenty of room." "Yeah," Jennifer said. "Besides, it's Cleo's place. If anyone should leave, it's me and Laurie." Cleo shook her head and said, "No. I won't hear of that." "Then come in with us," Laurie said. Cleo and Sandy exchanged looks. Then Sandy shrugged and said, "What the heck." Cleo smiled, and thought, Texans. "What the heck," she agreed. "Far fucking out," Laurie said. "Glad I don't see any suits in your hands, 'cause this is a nonswimming suit hot tub. Get your asses out of those dresses and get in the tub with us." Sandy and Cleo looked at each other again. They both shrugged and began pulling their dresses over their heads. They dropped their dresses to the deck and Laurie gave a soft whistle. The five feet ten inch statuesque Cleo was always a pleasure to see, and Laurie could not get over how much Sandy and Jennifer resembled each other. They could be twins for Christ sake. Neither woman was wearing a bra and their D cup breast swung freely from side to side. Knowing that her own tits were nothing to sneeze at, Laurie still felt a little inferior in the presence of three women that needed no padding or any kind of trick bra whatsoever. Putting that out of her mind, she said, "Come on. Off with those thongs too, the price of admission to this Jacuzzi is complete nakedness." Both women laughed and calmly rolled their g-strings down their legs until they were able to step out of them, and each took the other's hand as if to lead the other to the hot tub. When they had both settled next to each other in the water, Jennifer spoke and said, "Feels good, huh." "Oh yeah," Sandy said. "It definitely does." "Where have y'all been?" "We went to The Olive Garden," Cleo said. "Then we went and saw Catwoman." "Wasn't that good," Jennifer said. "I saw that last weekend with Becky. Man, I'd love to eat Halle Berry." She stopped suddenly and blushed deeply. Everyone laughed at her and to ease her embarrassment, Sandy said, "I think all four of us would like to have a helping of Halle Berry." Jennifer's color began to return to normal, but she still had the thought, I'm can't believe I'm sitting naked in a hot tub with my mom and two other chicks talking about going down on Halle Berry. Then Cleo steered the conversation away by saying, "What have y'all been up too?" "I picked Jenny up down in San Marcos this afternoon. Between that and now, we snorted all my cocaine, stopped at McDonalds in one of the bumfuck towns along I-35 and Jenny masturbated while she watched me pee, then we got here and I beat her at tennis." As soon as she was able to close her mouth from surprise at what Laurie had told them, Jennifer immediately splashed water at Laurie and said, "My God, you stupid cunt, would you shut the fuck up." Cleo giggled, but Sandy said, "Laurie beat you at tennis?" Jennifer rolled her eyes. What is happening to my world, she thought? My mother just got told in one breath about me snorting cocaine and watching a chick pee in a public restroom and her only comment is about me losing a tennis match. Laurie splashed water back at Jennifer and said, "Yeah, I beat her. Six games to two. She couldn't return my serve for shit." Seeing scorching darts coming from Jennifer's brown eyes, Laurie said, "Chill out, Jenny." Then as if to make peace, she pulled herself behind Jennifer so that Jennifer's butt rested between her open legs and she began to rub Jennifer's shoulders and neck. Happy with the massage, Jennifer leaned her back into Laurie's tits and sighed. Sandy smiled at how comfortable Jennifer and Laurie appeared together and said, "That looks good." "Come here then," Cleo said as she pulled Sandy between her legs and started using her surgeon's fingers to massage the tension out of Sandy's neck. Continuing with the massage, Laurie said, "I really don't know what was up out there. Jenny hits way better and way harder than I do, and she runs way better than I do, she was jut off. Her anticipation wasn't there." Enjoying the massage, Jennifer tried to ignore Laurie but said, "Would you just drop it?" "Anticipation used to be your strong point," Sandy said. Frustrated, Jennifer said, "God, Mom. You too. Please, would everyone accept that any chance I ever had of playing tennis for a living is slipping away and be happy that I'm at least getting college paid for with it." Sandy bit her lip, but Cleo said, "When's the last time you had an eye exam?" "Huh," Jennifer said. "An eye test," Cleo repeated. "If you aren't anticipating well, you might not be seeing the ball clearly." Jennifer shrugged and said, "I don't know. I don't remember ever having one." "You used to get them every year," Sandy said. "But when Scott lost his job we didn't have medical insurance any more so you haven't had one in about three years." "Something to think about," Cleo said. "Yeah," Sandy agreed as she closed her eyes and gave into the pleasure she was receiving from Cleo's fingers. When she opened her eyes again a few moments later, she saw that Jennifer had turned her head to face Laurie's and the two girls were kissing while Laurie softly caressed Jennifer's breast, cautiously rolling her daughter's huge nipples between her fingers. Sandy moaned as she felt her own nipples responding to Cleo's delicate touch, and she leaned her head back giving Cleo's lips better access to her neck. She closed her eyes again and enjoyed the way her lover cupped her melons and squeezed them together as she sucked a light hickey onto Sandy's neck. When she opened her eyes again. She saw Jennifer with her back arched while Laurie sucked and licked one of her nipples. Under the water, Laurie's hand was between Jennifer's open legs and it appeared as if she was fingering Sandy's daughter. From the gasps escaping Jennifer's lips, there appeared to be confirmation that that was exactly what Laurie's fingers were doing to Jennifer's pussy. Sandy turned her face to Cleo's and their lips met and then parted. Soon, Cleo's tongue was easing its way into Sandy's mouth and intertwining with her own. Their tongue's dueled and danced a slow waltz until Cleo was lifting Sandy up out of the water and laying her flat along the concrete deck that surrounded the Jacuzzi. Sandy lay with her butt against the edge and her legs open as Cleo slowly dipped her tongue into and penetrated Sandy's cunt. Sandy gasped and fought for breath as Cleo used the tip of her tongue to trace the outer portion of Sandy's pussy lips. When Sandy began to writhe on the deck, Cleo dipped her tongue further into Sandy's cunt and licked the inner walls of Sandy's tunnel. Sandy lifted her ass off the deck and thrust it up at Cleo's face urging her to fuck her with her tongue. Cleo complied and swiftly worked her tongue in and out of Sandy's pussy just like a man would his dick. At that, Sandy began an ear-piercing scream that must have awakened everyone that lived within a three-mile radius of the estate Cleo occupied. When Sandy recovered from her orgasm, she found Cleo lying beside her fondling her clit. Taking the hint, Sandy moved Cleo's fingers aside and softly began to rub Cleo's clit with her thumb as she dipped two fingers into Cleo's pussy working them in and out. In a matter of seconds, Sandy's fingers brought Cleo to a quieter but just as pleasurable orgasm. Thanksgiving Day Eve in Cleo's Jacuzzi After sharing another deep, long, tongue locking kiss; Cleo and Sandy allowed themselves another peak at Jennifer and Laurie. To neither of their surprise, Laurie was now laid out flat on the deck beside the Jacuzzi with Jennifer on her knees and elbows, ass in the air and her face buried between Laurie's open legs. "That's it! That's it. Oh that is fucking it!" Laurie was screaming as Jennifer furiously sucked her friend's clit. Sandy felt Cleo kissing her ear and saying, "Ass looks good enough to lick." Without even realizing she was saying it, Sandy said, "Yeah it does." Thanksgiving Dinner My name is Sabrina. My husband and I always spent Thanksgiving weekend at his family home in rural Pennsylvania. Christmas was with my folks. Tom and I grew up near each other, but had moved away after we got married. It was our third year of marriage, but our first year to travel after giving birth to our son, Tommy Jr. I was nervous about driving from Georgia to PA with a baby in the back seat. The ride always seemed to take too long without the diaper changes and breast feedings. I dreaded what it would be like baby in tow and begged Tom to explain to his family that we couldn't make it this year. But he just wouldn't hear it. By the time we pulled up the long gravel lot, the sky had darkened and puffy, white flakes were softly falling around us. If I wasn't so grumpy, I would have appreciated how beautifully the branches cradled the snow. When we walked in the large farmhouse, we were warmly greeted by each family member: Eileen and Ed (Tom's Mom and Dad), his sister Claire, her husband Mark and their two kids, and his brothers Eddie and Steve. Eddie grabbed me to give me a big Parker family hug, twirling me around so no one would see him cup my ass and give it a good hard squeeze. It was the same move he'd been making since I started dating Tom. I'd learned to ignore his playful slaps and squeezes. "Your breasts are huge, sis," He growled hungrily into my ear, "I can't wait to take a taste." I pushed him away, my cheeks heating up from more than just the heat from the fireplace, "You're a pervert," I shot back at him, keeping my voice low enough to avoid further embarrassment and joined my husband as he passed little Tommy Jr. around the room. We grabbed a quick bite to eat and unloaded our luggage into the room we were staying in upstairs. It was beside Claire and Mark's room and across from Eddie. Steve was settled down the hall and Eileen and Ed slept in the refinished room downstairs with Claire's two. After we were all settled, I said my goodnights, explained that Tommy Jr. and I were going to turn in, and left Tom to catch up with his family. I planned to be up early to help Mrs. Parker with all the cooking for the holiday while the men watched Football. At breakfast the next morning, I couldn't help but notice how Eddie's eyes lingered on my breasts while we sat around the table. But what was even more shocking was that Mark, Claire's husband, kept staring as well. I was used to Eddie, but Mark had never even given me a second glance since I'd known him. At least, none that I had noticed. But sure enough, there he was, eyes nearly bugging out of his head. I was used to men looking at me the way Mark was. I have long dark hair that hits below my shoulders when I don't have it swept up. My breasts are a healthy C-cup, unless they are full of milk, then they creep up to a D or more. They can be quite a handful now-a-days. I still have a tiny belly left over from my pregnancy, but I've been an athlete all of my life, so the rest of my body is slender and toned. Besides, Tom likes my belly and I can still fit into a size 6. All things considered, I'm a catch. Embarrassed by Mark's stares, I excused myself from the dining room table to take my plate to the kitchen sink. That done, I reached into the cupboard for a coffee mug and felt someone press up against me. Eddie. "Don't mind me. I'm just here for the coffee," He teased, rubbing the beginning of his hard-on against my back. Tom was definitely the handsome one in the family, but Eddie would be the rock star. He worked at a studio, mixing music or something. He had shaggy hair and a neatly trimmed scruff of a goatee. He was toned and had arms that women would die to have wrapped around them. Well, other less-married women than me, of course. Oh, and his ass—it was a great ass. The kind of ass jeans are tailored for. Not that I ever looked. "You're disgusting," I whispered, "What would Tom think if he saw?" I pushed back against him, shoving him away with my hips. "Aw, Tom doesn't mind. We've always shared everything," he said, stepping back up behind me. Then he added, "It's about time you realized that and stopped saying no." He slid his hand around my waist and dipped his fingers beneath the elastic band of my skirt. I just froze as he plunged a finger into my pussy. His entire family was sitting in the next room! "I've been patient long enough, but my dick's getting wet one way or another this weekend." He pushed his finger in deep, curled it so the tip bumped up beside my g-spot, and stood there finger fucking me in his mother's kitchen. His hard-on was still rubbing against me, getting larger every second. "Mm. Did you wax your pussy just for me?" He asked, "Makes you seem so much younger—like my kid sister in need of a fuck lesson. Do you need someone to teach you how to make a man cum, baby sister?" "Please, just stop," I said again, pushing back against him. It only seemed to make him harder. He abandoned the coffee mug that he had clasped in his hand to reach beneath my blouse and cupped one of my breasts. He pinched my nipple and milk squirted out. He kneaded my breast and my milk ran down my chest and through my shirt. "Yummy," He whispered into my ear before turning me toward him, unbuttoning my blouse and lowering his mouth to my breasts. I reached up to push him away, but he wouldn't budge. "Get off of me!" I cried as quietly as I could so no one else would hear. He mumbled something against my nipple and held me tighter. My skin tingled under his tongue. He licked and sucked my chest, gently working my breast until it surrendered the sweet milk. His hot mouth lapped at my nipple, which had grown hard at the flick of his tongue. To my horror, my whole body began to respond to his touch and my pussy started aching for something larger than his index finger. He must of sensed this, or maybe he was just finished suckling, but he flipped me back around and dove his hand back into my pussy. My slick juice dripped with each thrust of his hand, which made it easier to slide in a second finger and then a third. My mind was screaming no, but my body had begun to melt. Tom and I hadn't had much sex since the baby was born a few months ago, and the sexual beast inside me started waking up. I began to give in and wiggled against his hardness. He laughed when he realized I was trying to press my eager pussy against the mound in his pants. I was a common whore lusting after my husband's brother. He teased and rubbed my clit with his thumb while his fingers stroked inside my pussy. I felt heat start to flow through me and I tried to grab onto the counter to steady myself. When he sensed that I was beginning to cum, he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and gave my clit a hard pinch. I winced and whimpered, but he slapped his pussy soaked hand over my mouth. "Keep quiet," Eddie growled into my ear. He bent me over the counter and slipped his fingers into my mouth. I sucked my sweet pussy juice off of each digit like he had sucked the milk out of my breast. I couldn't believe how aroused I had become! I lifted my ass up, humping him through our clothes. We stood there for a moment. He had one hand on my back, holding me against the countertop, and the other in my mouth. He rubbed his clothed dick against me and I sucked his fingers. I wondered briefly if anyone had noticed us, what we must look like. I got a little more excited thinking that someone could walk in on us at any moment. I couldn't see behind me, so perhaps someone had, and was simply enjoying the show. My body tingled and heated up again. I hated myself for being so turned on by this! Panic shook me as Eddie let go to unzip his pants. He was really going to do this! His family was one room away and he was going to rape me. Well, I rationalized, it was hardly rape considering how much my body was begging for his rock hard cock. After all, he had let go of me, but I hadn't even tried to get away. Still, my mind kept screaming that this shouldn't be happening. "Don't do this," I pleaded between moans, still rubbing myself against him. "Ha!" Eddie entwined his fist into my hair and pulled my head back against his shoulder, pinning me tighter against him, "Don't act like you don't want this. I feel how wet you are—how your greedy little pussy begs for my cock. Does your husband know how much of a dirty whore you are?" He tangled his fingers into my hair, pulled my head back and glided his tongue into my open mouth. I don't know why I did it, but I closed my mouth around his and kissed him, hard and dirty, until I had to stop and pant for breath. "You are just delicious," He said, pushing me back down against the countertop. My nipples pressed against the cold tile, sending a shiver through me. My arousal widened, prickling my senses. I whimpered again, asking him to stop, but it didn't do any good. I'm not sure I meant it anyway. He lifted up the back of my skirt, pushed my panties aside, and pressed the tip of his cock against my opening. He held tightly onto my hips, sliding his cock up and down my slit, making sure it was well lubricated with my lust. He teased my clit with the head of his cock until I just couldn't stand it anymore. "Please," I whispered. "Please what?" Eddie said, amusement in his voice. "Please. Just put it in." I said in little more than a murmur. "What do you want? I couldn't quite hear you," Eddie mocked. "Just put it in!" I said as loud as I dared, "Please!" "Like this?" Eddie asked, pushing into my hot, hungry pussy. He held me against the counter as he dipped his dick just barely past my pussy lips and pulled back out. He did this a few times, never going any deeper than an inch. I tried to force myself back onto him, but he just laughed. "Just fuck me already! I want you to fuck me!" I cried in exasperation. "I knew you'd come around." He grunted and planted the entire length of his cock into my pussy. I nearly screamed, but his fingers were back in my mouth, chocking back my sobs. He felt so much larger than Tom, but maybe it was just the danger of it that made it feel so good. He began fucking me, slow and deep, rubbing up against my g-spot with each thrust. It didn't take long before I felt the tingling spread through my body and knew I was about to cum. My pussy started contracting around his dick and I pushed back against him as he pounded into me. I felt my orgasm hit, radiating throughout my entire body, and I fumbled to steady myself against Eddie. The heat of orgasm enveloped me and I collapsed on the counter top, sniveling and shaking. "God, you get tight," Eddie grunted, "No wonder Tom is always so damn happy." My pussy quivered, the rapture fading a little with each pulse. I whimpered again, pushing back against his hardness. "You're a hungry little thing, aren't you?" Eddie said with a sneer, "I better fill you up." He started to speed up, hammering his cock into my dripping wet pussy. He spread my legs wide, his balls slapping against my clit. I felt him start to tighten. Oh, God! He was going to cum inside me. I wasn't on any birth control. I couldn't let him cum inside of me! "No!"I begged, "Cum in my mouth. Let me suck you off!" Eddie started to slow down. "You want to suck my dick?" "Yes, please! I want to taste you. I want to feel your hot cum shoot down my throat. I want to lick my pussy juice off of your cock. Please! Let me get on my knees and suck you. Just please don't cum inside my pussy!" He reached down and started flicking my clit and rolling it between his thumb and finger. His dick was still rubbing my g-spot and since my last orgasm hadn't completely subsided, another one was coming on quick. My pussy tightened around his cock and I couldn't help but push back against him. "You want to suck me?" Eddie began, "Well, darling, I imagine you'll be doing a lot of that from now on." With that, he pushed into me to the hilt and shot a heavy load of cum strait into my waiting pussy. My orgasm intensified and I milked him dry. Every drop of my brother's cum was filling me up. What's worse was that I loved it! At that moment I knew I'd allow him to exploit my lust any time he wanted. Once he was finished, he pulled out of me and flipped me over. His cum started to trickle out of my pussy lips. I was flushed from my head to my toes. He pulled me close for a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue continuing the assault he had just lead against my body. I yielded completely to him, allowing him to take advantage of me. When he pushed me away, he gave my nipple one last hard pinch and zipped up his pants. He turned and walked out of the kitchen, walking right past his family and down the hallway. I just stood there in complete disarray, his cum dripping out of my abused pussy.