A Thanksgiving to Remember!
written by:
sureshot

"A Thanksgiving To Remember" By Sureshot.

Author's note: I've hesitated writing about this for some time. It is a true story but the names have been changed, even though all the main people are no longer living, except me. It is out of respect for their memory.

It was the fall of 1969 and I was anticipating a long Thanksgiving vacation with my girlfriend Aimee Adams, who was a Sophomore at the University of Missouri in Columbia. Her roommate was Stephanie Baxter. My name is Steve Crowder. The three of us were inseparable since grade school. We were from Independence, MO. We all graduated from Van Buren high School in the top 5% of our class. I got a scholarship offer to the University of Kansas in Lawrence and the girls were given scholarships to U of M. It meant we were about 3-4 hours apart, which, in college, is the same as forever. Over the course of October and early November we burned up the phone lines to each other. In mid-November my folks informed me that they had a last-minute business trip to Seattle and I'd be on my own for the holiday. Aimee's mother Denise quickly came to the rescue and invited me to stay with them. She'd been widowed for three years since her husband Michael was killed in a hunting accident in Wyoming. Michael and my father were fraternity brothers at the U of M. Stephanie's dad was also friends with both of them, although he steered clear of frats. Our three families were known in the neighborhood as the "ABC's!" We were always together. We attended the same church, had very similar sports interests, etc. Before Aimee and I got serious, we were more like brother and sister. Steph was always with us. Her father Aaron had died of pancreatic cancer right before school ended in May, so her summer was a different one. We supported her every chance we got. Her mom Chelle took it very hard. Denise was a great help to her, as was my mom.

The day to leave for break was fast approaching and we all made our last-minute arrangements about what we were going to do—what to cook—what clothes to bring since the weather had turned quite cold. On Tuesday night I packed my car, called Aimee and Stephanie, and said we'd see each other tomorrow afternoon. The last call I made was to Denise, asking if it was still OK with her that I was going to crash their holiday.

"Don't think of it for a minute," Denise said. "Chelle and Steph are joining us, so it will be just like family. We'll see you tomorrow"

Since I had only a 7:30 class and it was a lab, I was done by 9:30am. A light snowfall was beginning as was predicted. I closed up my dorm room and was off to the parking lot to my car, which was about a quarter of a mile away. By the time I got to my car the snow was quite brisk. It wasn't really windy—just a light breeze. As I made my way to I-70 the snow got more pronounced and I sensed that the 90 minute trip was going to take much longer.

By the time I made it to Independence the snow was raging and the accumulation was nearing a foot or more. Exactly two hours and thirty five minutes later I arrived at Aimee's house. By now the snow was a full-blown winter storm. Denise and Chelle ran out of the house and hugged me and said how relieved they were to see me safe and sound. As Denise was about to give me a kiss on the cheek, we heard her telephone ringing, so she ran carefully up the show-laden steps to answer it. Chelle gave me a full kiss on the lips, grabbed my suitcase, and we headed back inside—arm in arm.

When we opened the door, Denise was just putting the phone back on the cradle.

"Bad news!" she blurted out. "I-70 has been closed from Kansas City to St. Louis because of the snow and ice they had earlier experienced. Aimee and Stephanie cannot leave campus. It, too, has been shut down. So we are here all by ourselves. The girls are safe and the dorms are open. Food service will continue, but they are stuck until this blows itself out. I'd suggest that we make the best of it!"

Chelle was listening to a television broadcast that said that I-70 was closed from Salina, KS all the way to St. Louis and for people to stay inside their homes and ride out this arctic blast. We went to the living room window and looked out. My car was barely visible now and I'd only been there less than half an hour. Suddenly two arms—one from each lady, were around my waist. Both were saying that I arrived right in the nick of time.

"How about we made some coffee?" Chelle said.

So we went to the kitchen and began brewing a pot. We made small talk for a few minutes when I had to use the restroom. When I returned the ladies were all smiles when they handed me a hot, steaming cup of black coffee.

"Chelle and I were thinking, Steve," Denise said, "that since we've been given a lemon, I suggest we make lemonade. After all, it's just the three of us. And I bet you had some intimate plans with Aimee this holiday. So, Chelle and I have concluded that we are not going to let this opportunity pass us by. So, we are going to have a Thanksgiving Sex Party courtesy of the weather. And to prove how sincere we are, watch this!"

Both ladies removed their sweaters and bras and thrust their warm, naked breasts for me to handle.

"You can touch them, rub them, lick them, kiss them, suck on them, and to whatever you want!" Denise said with a grin.

So, I did! And as I did I was suddenly aware of a raging erection which was struggling inside of my jeans. It didn't go unnoticed by the ladies either!

"Let's go to my bedroom!" Denise said emphatically, "then we can all get comfortable and Chelle and I can see your hardware Steve. So, arm in arm we walked to the back of the house down a long hallway to a very spacious bedroom—complete with two twin beds pushed together, thereby giving us ample room. We all undressed. I was a bit embarrassed by it all, but the ladies soon helped me overcome my hesitation. We stood there together and their hands soon roamed to my cock—now a hardened piece of steel! I was as rigid as I had ever been—all thanks to some experienced loving hands.

Denise and Chelle hadn't had any sex in over three years, but Denise told Chelle to go first with me. She was in my arms and this woman sure knew how to kiss. It was clear that her husband Aaron wasn't able to fill the bill due to his cancer. Chelle was like a minx. She ran her hands all over me and I returned the favor.

"Lie down on your back, Steve!" Chelle ordered. So it did and Chelle straddled me and impaled herself on my cock. She rode me like a woman possessed.

"Rub my tits!" she said loudly. "Pinch my nipples! Oh, this feels so good and it's been so long!"

Denise came along side of me and rolled my head toward her and kissed me. WOW! Bolts of electricity went back and forth between us. We both knew it, too! Just a little over an hour ago I was walking in snow and now I was fucking two women. I guess you could say that it just doesn't get any better than this! Chelle came in a rush and flooded the bed with her juices that had been pent up for over three years. She collapsed on my chest, breathing quite heavily. I still had not cum yet when she rolled off of me.

Denise asked me if I'd cum yet and I nodded ‘no.' So she slithered down the bed and took my cock into her warm mouth and proceeded to give me a blowjob. Now I'd only had a couple of them, but this was a blowjob on steroids! When she came up for air once she told me to let her know when I was going to cum so she could get every drop. That point came soon after she went back to work on me, and, true to her word, she didn't miss a drop!!

Chelle had come back to life again after her work out on my cock. And she was ready for more. She coaxed my cock back to life and told me she wanted it ‘missionary style' this time. I complied as best I could, but underneath she writhed and wiggled to extract every ounce of pleasure she'd missed these years.

"Oh, Steve, if you only knew how you make me feel!" Chelle uttered. "I am so thankful for the blizzard! Now pound away, sweet boy, pound away!"

I knew she wasn't going to take "No!" for an answer, so I lit into her with full fury. She loved it! We came together in a sweaty (despite the showy outside) mess! We held each other, kissed, and then rolled apart, trying to catch our collective breaths! I was in heaven.

"You rest up for a while, there Steve," Denise said, "because I have some plans for you later!"

I went into the bathroom to wipe away the sweat and errant cum. Since it was near suppertime, the ladies were in the kitchen preparing something to eat. When I got in there, Denise has a big grin on her face.

"Chelle is going to make us some hamburgers," Denise said, "but first I have to have your cock! So come up behind me and drill me!" Denise rubbed my cock gently to get it hard.

Denise then bent over the kitchen table and spread her legs, inviting me to come inside, which I'd never done before. She was a really tight fit, but I managed!

"Now give me that wonderful hard cock and splash my insides with your cum!" Denise ordered. "Just ram it in all the way and just fuck me raw!" I did as ordered! Chelle was watching us with a smile and she licked her lips as I pumped Denise furiously. Denise was making all sorts of sounds—some I could understand, others I determined was just due to the pleasure of having a cock inside of her once again.

Chelle began rubbing my nipples and lightly pinching them, which was driving me crazy! I reached under Denise to grab her tits and give them a rub and squeeze. That must have done the trick for her, for she yelled out that she was on the verge of cumming! She told me that I'd better deliver the goods, too. Chelle reached between my legs and fondled my balls. That was it! Just as Denise was stiffening up, I unloaded a big puddle of hot cum deep inside of her. I felt like I was on top of the world once again!! I stayed as hard as I could for as long as I could, but all-too-soon I slipped out of Denise. She stood and wrapped her arms around me and we kissed passionately. As we hugged, she whispered in my ear that "That was great!" And the weekend was just beginning.

As Chelle prepared some burgers and macaroni and cheese, I went to the living room window. I could barely make out my car because of all the snow. Chelle yelled that supper was ready and we ate. Even though it was 78 degrees in the house, it was still a bit cool, but we all endured being naked. Denise made a fire in the fireplace and that took the dampness out of the air. We didn't talk about much during the meal, just small talk about Chelle's husband's death, the death of Michael, and how lucky they were that the snow came when it did.

I guess I need to tell you what the ladies look like. Chelle is a 5'3" version of Cher. She has long, jet-black hair, a 34DD chest, a fluffy black landing strip leading to her pussy, and semi-olive skin due to being part American Indian. She is 41 years old. Denise, on the other hand, is 5'11" with long, dirty blond hair, a sort of a Christie Brinkley look. Denise sports a 35D chest and very long, slender, muscular legs. Denise was a world-class swimmer earlier in life. She, too, is 41 years of age. Both of these women were so very patient with me, even though I am a fast learner.

After we ate, we went to the family room to watch the TV. We were all surprised that there was still electricity and TV service during this blizzard. A few minutes into a movie we'd seen many times, Chelle told me that she was going to teach me to eat pussy. Now I wasn't going to tell her I already knew how, but was ready to let her walk me through her tutorial. When she straddled my face as I lay on the couch, the soft landing strip of hair was so soft on my nose, and the pungent scent of her womanhood, got me hard!

"Now lick it slowly, Steve!" Chelle said, "And I mean really slow!

So, from near her ass to the bottom of her pubic hair, my tongue made upward strokes. After several strokes Chelle shuddered and clamped my head between her thighs. A warm juice whetted my tongue. I waited for her to unclamp my head, and when she did, I started licking once again. About ten minutes into this tongue-bath, she went stiff again and bathed my tongue. She grabbed my hands and guided them to her ample 36DD breasts.

"Pinch and lick!" was all she ordered.

As I proceeded, I suddenly felt a warm mouth engulf my cock and begin a slow movement up and down. I ate that pussy with abandon as my cock was being bathed in saliva. Having never experienced this before, I was uncertain as to how long I would last. Chelle was getting her pussy eaten and I was getting my cock sucked. It just didn't get much better.

Without notice, Chelle suddenly clamped my head and humped onto my tongue as she came in a rush. Denise stuck a rubber glove covered finger up my ass and rubbed my prostate and I came in her mouth, flooding it to near overflowing. Chelle was spent and rolled off of the couch. Denise still had my cock in her mouth but I was losing my erection rapidly. Soon it simply slipped from her mouth. The clock showed 11 pm. We went to the big picture window as Denise turned the porch light on. The snow had totally covered my car and was piled up in small drifts elsewhere. We agreed it was better to be where we were!

We went off to bed and slept in each other's arms most of the night. My cock was sore. Their pussies and mouths were tired, so sleep was a wonderful thing!

When I awoke, Denise was out of bed. I smelled fresh-brewed coffee so I followed the scent. As I walked into the kitchen, Denise was standing there looking out the kitchen window at the new amount of new snow that had fallen overnight. She had a coffee cup in her hand and she was wearing a pale yellow bathrobe.

"Good Morning!" I said.

"Oh, good morning Steve," she replied, "How did you sleep last night?"

"Like a baby," I said. "I mean, how could I not sleeping between two of the sexiest women on planet earth?"

"Oh, you're just saying that so you can get into my pants, Steve!" She said bluntly.

"But, Denise, you're not wearing any pants!" I chimed in. "And, I think that is a pretty good thing!" I walked over to her, kissed her on the lips, put her coffee cup down so she wouldn't spill it, opened her robe, and caressed her lovely breasts.

"So I guess you want to fuck me, do you Steve?" She said with a huge smile.

"I think that is a very good idea!" I retorted. "So how about we step into the family room? You can bend over the arm of the couch and I'll take you from behind!" She wasted no time getting into the room.

Even though it was cool in the house, my cock was rock hard. Denise bent over the arm, raised her butt, spread her legs, and I was into a very warm pussy in one thrust. We had a pretty good rhythm going when we both heard a voice.

"I see the two of you didn't waste any time, now did you?" Chelle said. "Mind of I watch?"

"Of course not!" Denise said as she grunted to my hard thrusts. "Why don't you come over here and give Steve a kiss!" So she did!

Then Chelle got behind me and wrapped her arms around me and fondled my balls, sending me near the point of no return. I guess Denise sensed that and just yelled, "Pound me!" One thing about me, you never have to ask twice! I rammed her hard while Chelle gently squeezed my balls. Then I screamed out and came very hard, sending spurt after spurt deep into Denise, who squeezed her pussy very tight to milk every drop! My cock deflated and slipped out of her and Chelle was on her knees licking my cock clean, even jacking a few drops of latent cum onto her tongue!

Soon we were all in the kitchen having coffee and hotcakes and eggs. The house was much cooler so we donned bathrobes. We made small talk about the snow and Aimee and Stephanie, so we tried to call them—to no avail. The phones were out due to the blizzard, as was the TV. All we got was radio, so we got a rock ‘n roll station and listened to it. It was Thanksgiving Day. We sat in the family room and started a fire in the fireplace, which warmed the room. We kicked back on the couch and I fell asleep with my feet on the ottoman. I guess I'd been asleep for a couple of hours when I felt a warm hand under my robe fondling my cock, which tented the bathrobe. It was Chelle. She opened my robe, then hers, and stood and straddled me and sat down on my cock. Her pussy was on fire. She started a slow ride and I took hold of her breasts. It wasn't long and her attempt at a controlled ride turned to humping me with abandon. She was certainly enjoying herself. Of course, I was as well!!

Her long black hair danced over her face and draped down across my chest. She shook her head from side to side as she plunged my cock deep inside of her. She went all out and was certainly bringing me along.

Suddenly Chelle stiffened and screamed, "I'm cumming!" She dug her nails into my chest and let the wash of a huge orgasm overtake her. I lost my load right then and there as well. She lay down on my chest and I hugged her tight. I guess three years of pent-up lack of sex was finally being taken care of—temporarily! Chelle fell asleep on my with my cock still imbedded in her. She slept for about half an hour, wakened and kissed me, thanking me for being so understanding, and got off and headed to the bathroom.

Denise was sitting across the room near the fireplace and was watching the whole thing in silence. "I'm glad the snow came when it did, Steve!" she said. "You have brought an immense amount of joy and much-needed relief to both of us! We are still quite young and have been without a live cock in a long time. We do really thank you for being there for us! You don't need to say anything. Just be ready for another round when you can!! Till then, why don't you come over here, get on your knees, and eat my pussy!!"

Who am I to turn down a request like that?? So, I did—with abandon—licking and slurping and gently biting her swollen clit. Just when I thought she couldn't take any more, she surprised me and told me to carry on a while. I wasn't prepared for a sudden, overwhelming orgasm that had her arch her body off of the chair's ottoman. She splashed my face with her juices and soon lay back exhausted and limp.

Denise was limp, but my cock wasn't! I was ready for round whatever it was! Chelle had been watching and extended her finger beckoning me to follow her into the family room. In front of the fireplace and was burning real wood, she's arranged some pillows. We stood there and she kissed me as I held her.

I I want to try anal, Steve!" she said abruptly. "All of my girlfriends said that I'd like it. So will you be my first?"

"Ok!" I said. "We can't go anywhere because of the snow, so let's see what can happen!"

"I have some KY jelly to help lubricate us both, so let me rub some on you and you can rub some in and on me!" Chelle said eagerly. So, to my rigid cock, she applied a generous blob of the stuff and I rubbed some inside and out of her. She knelt on all fours in front of the fireplace and I positioned myself behind her doggy style. She spread her legs wide and I took the head of my cock and aimed it at her forbidden hole, soon to be forbidden no more!!

I eased the head of my cock inside and could feel her constrict her muscles around me. She told herself to relax and when she did I pushed further till I was totally imbedded. "Fuck me, Steve, fuck my virgin ass! Do it NOW!" Chelle ordered. How could I say "No!" to this beauty? So I began a mad pounding as fast as I could, generating an immediate sweat—despite the snow outside! I was like a man on a mission. Chelle bucked and bucked against my cock and I could sense a release coming quickly. About the time I yelled, Chelle did, too, and squeezed every last drop as she expertly worked her sphincter. We collapsed in a heap in one another's arms.

"Must have been quite a fuck!" Denise said, standing there watching. "I didn't want to distract you because you both looked so intense. So, Chelle, was it everything I said it would be?"

"That and more, babe," she replied. "That and more!"

"Why don't you two go shower and I'll have breakfast ready when you both return! It's a good meal anytime! That is, IF you return!" Denise said with a smile.

So we got into the hot shower and washed each other with generous amounts of soap. After we dried off we went to the kitchen and French toast and eggs awaited us, plus a full pot of hot coffee. We ate in silence, just looking at one another, smiling. Just looking at these two beauties was giving me another erection. Fortunately I had a large terrycloth robe to hide part of it. I couldn't believe I wasn't a bit sore after all the fucking and sucking I'd gone through!

But, Denise peeked over and saw Mr. Stiffy. She stood up, took off her robe and opened mine. She straddled my chair and impaled herself on my cock.

"I'll do all the work, Steve, so just sit there and enjoy!" Denise ordered. "Just do what I tell you when I tell you OK?" I nodded my agreement.

She kissed me and hugged me hard as she began a slow slide up and down. She was really slick and her pussy was oh so hot!!

"Gently squeeze my boobs and pinch my nipples Steve!" Denise said softly. So I did. What great breasts she had and very long nipples that just begged to be squeezed, so I did. "Now take them in your mouth and suck softly," Denise said. Again I did as she rocked her body backward and still sliding up and down. We kept this up a while when Denise smiled faintly at me, kissed me, and came hard, washing my cock in her juices. I didn't last but one more downstroke and joined her in a mind blowing orgasm! We'd created a puddle of love between us and were both spent.

The weekend went on this way. The snow eventually stopped and by Monday evening the road crews had the Interstates clean enough for me to return to Lawrence on Tuesday morning. But not until we all had one last free for all. Aimee and Stephanie finally got their campus de-iced. The next time we were together was at Christmas break, however, the time and Chelle and Denise was platonic—oh, maybe we stole a kiss or two while the girls weren't watching, but to this day I can say, "It was a Thanksgiving to remember!"