Chapter 9 - First Annual Thanksgiving Weekend Orgy Starts For Six Lovers
Bev would be my mother-in-law if Karen and I were married, and I'd spent a good portion of the day before Thanksgiving deep in her pussy sharing a new passion with this beautiful older woman. Bev was visiting us for the long weekend. Lynn and Karen, my regular consorts, had gone off to make love to each other the night before while Bev and I made love. Thanksgiving morning, I'd come back to them and we'd started the holiday off with our own unique brand of lovemaking.
Bev was prowling around the kitchen by the time the three of us got there. She ignored our afterglows and started prattling on about the size of our turkey and the stuffing and cook times and such. I went and wrapped her in my arms and French kissed her. She stopped for a minute and paid back the attention. Then, like a woman driven, she picked up where she'd left off. I politely backed out of the room as Karen and Lynn joined the cooking team.
I set up the table for the six of us carefully arranging utensils, plates and hot pads to catch all of the dishes I'd been told to expect. I got a snack to tide me over until late afternoon when the bird would be done then found some football on the television.
Robbie and Mel arrived right on time. I whispered in Mel's ear that she looked like she'd been screwing all night. She looked horrified and checked her face and clothing out in the hall mirror until she realized that I was just teasing her. She hit me in the arm and I felt the bruise for the rest of the day. That'll teach me to tell the truth.
Robbie and I watched football; I think it was Indianapolis versus Atlanta. My mind kept wandering off to the life style we'd adopted, and I was thinking about how to make it better for everyone, thus I missed part of the game. I also fell asleep for a while; I guess I needed the rest.
Mel came in and snuggled up to me for a while and closed her eyes sort of in a dreamy state. I had my arm around her and was stroking one of her fabulous breasts through the thin material of her blouse when Bev came in and watched us.
First, I thought she'd be angry, her face was totally neutral and hard to read. I didn't stop and Mel's expression showed her happiness. Finally, Bev said, "If I was in my right mind, I'd freak out. Instead I think the picture of you two is one of the prettiest and most tender sights I've seen in months." She came over and kissed me tenderly on the forehead, and then actually turned and softly kissed Mel on the lips as she napped.
I said to Bev, "Thank you for understanding, and thank you for being you and for sharing yourself with us and being open to new possibilities and structures and relationships." I squeezed her hand and gave her a tender smile.
Robbie had watched our interaction with interest. He motioned for Bev to come and join him on the sofa. She hesitated a moment then went and snuggled her small body into his large arms. He enfolded her ending with a hand firmly planted over one of her breasts. She rolled her eyes towards heaven for a second then pressed his hand into her body.
Someone scored a touchdown about then and the crowd went wild.
Karen came and took in the scene for a minute, smiled at me, winked, and returned to the kitchen. A moment later, Lynn appeared with her. They both looked at us with that tender look of happiness you have when you see the people you love enjoying themselves.
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By every one's standards, Thanksgiving dinner was a huge success and we were all bloated and waddling around the house after we finished. We had enough leftovers to feed a small army, and I don't think there was room left in the refrigerator for even a bullion cube.
Bev and I led the six of us in a walk around the neighborhood as the sun was setting. Many other neighbors were out walking too including my friend Martin Williams and his wife. I did introductions and we all walked together for about a mile.
Martin pulled me aside as we were walking and asked, "My God man, is there anyone in this City who you aren't sleeping with. You are amazing! You're my hero." He patted me on the back. I didn't even have a chance to ask how he knew I'd bonked Lynn's daughter and Karen's mother.
We were all feeling better after our hour walk. Mel and Robbie again faded away, but not before Mel pulled me into the hall and thrust her tongue down my throat for a few minutes. "I want us to make love before I go back on Monday morning. Mom knows and she'll try to help find a time slot for us."
"I'm game but you know I have to recuperate from any other deeds I might be called to perform," I said humorously. "I think Bev goes back on Sunday afternoon. Perhaps that evening can be a time for us."
"Yummy, yummy," she said as she bit my lip gently. "I can't wait." She turned to leave; "In the meantime to quench my desire, I think I'll fuck the living daylights out of Robbie tonight." She disappeared around the corner leaving me panting. She reappeared a few seconds with Robbie in tow and the two said their goodnights and drove off to his apartment.
Lynn told us all it was time for bed. She set the rules. Everyone had to be naked. It was an open fuck and grope session, no holds barred, and, she looked at Bev and said, "Everyone is invited to participate in everyway possible."
To her credit, Bev didn't blink an eye. She stood up, kicked her flats into a corner, and peeled off her blouse, bra and then her dressy shorts and thong. Once she was naked she came up to me and rubbed her pert breasts across my bare chest. She hooked a finger through my shirt and pulled me off in the direction of the master bedroom with a little sashay of her fine looking ass. Karen and Lynn followed with looks of lust on their faces.
The FFFM session was stupendous except for the fact that the spirit was willing but the body was weak. I did fuck everyone more times than I can count and I delivered countless orgasms. I had to moderate my own activities lest I blow my loads prematurely and be unable to pleasure my bedmates. As usual, I thoroughly enjoyed the girl-on-girl activity when that was the feature of the moment. Much to Bev's credit she was a willing participant both giving and receiving pleasure from the girls -- even her daughter. It wasn't too late when we all fell asleep exhausted. The horniness index of the room had been significantly lowered for a few hours.
The next morning before I even had a chance to get out of bed to do my meditation, I felt a mouth encircle my rod and start to fellate me. I figured out that it was Bev. She administered a flawless blowjob, first exciting me then slurping up my pre-cum as it leaked over the head of my stick.
Then, she started her serious up and down strokes using both hand and mouth to excite me. Lastly, she jammed my cock all the way down her throat allowing the tip to pass into a place most people would gag uncontrollably. She not only didn't gag, she used that tight passage to bring me to orgasm. I groaned as the cum started to course through my pipes until I exploded into her mouth and throat. She didn't lose a drop.
I pulled her up the bed until she was next to me and kissed her, even French kissing her much to her surprise. I whispered my thanks to her, and then told her I planned to head to the beach to "think".
"Can I come too?" she whispered. I nodded, and the two of us slipped out of bed, both naked.
"What should I wear?" she asked. I suggested something loose and comfortable that could get wet if we walked the beach. She said, "Bathing suit?" I said, "Sure, why not. I'll get you a sweatshirt too; the morning will be cool this time of year."
My thinking time wasn't as clear or crisp knowing Bev was sitting not too far away having her own think time. I'd explained about meditation and being open to the messages from within and without on the drive to the beach. She nodded in understanding and acceptance.
I didn't fight to hear things in my silence other than the sound of the surf and the gulls. For today that was all I needed. I felt calmed and alert.
I ended my session, as the eastern sky was aglow with the new day. I walked over to Bev and helped her to her feet. We hugged and she put her arms around my neck and we kissed very tenderly, almost spiritually. "Will you make love to me here -- on the beach somewhere?"
I nodded and led her towards some dunes. Once we were hidden from the few early morning beachcombers that were out, we stood, and I peeled off my sweat suit, laying it down as a blanket Bev could be on. I peeled off her swimsuit and then started to roughly kiss her all over her neck, mouth, and breasts. We were much more passionate than we'd been previously.
Bev pushed me down on my back then mounted me and started to ride me -- hard. I matched her ardor and passion with my own, and we fucked as the sky brightened and a cool, light breeze floated over our naked bodies. The beautiful moment will always be remembered.
Our orgasm was muted for we both checked our voices rather than cry out and have someone come to see what the moaning and groaning was about. We lay there in our heat, our juices seeping from Bev's cunt down onto my entire groin area. We kissed everything about each other that we could find to kiss -- breasts, arms, shoulders, necks, faces, ears, hair, and on and on, again and again. We couldn't get enough of each other.
Eventually, we slowed, stood and pulled our clothing back on. I think we both tried to act nonchalant as we walked out of the dunes and back to the car, but there were very few people around at that hour. Besides, didn't everyone have a morning fuck in the dunes at Lido Beach!
