It’s been a few months since I had to leave my friend Amy behind and move back to the West Coast. Ever since, I’ve been itching to get back to her. So, when she brought up that she was having her annual Friendsgiving’s party, I didn’t hesitate. I booked that flight the minute I hung up with her. Knowing the kinds of things that go on at Amy’s house, I had to ask whether this “Friendsgiving” was going to involve sex with the fellow guests. “Maybe.” She told me coyly. Then she not so coyly mentioned that the only thing I needed to bring was a clean STD test. So yeah, that was a pretty resounding yes.
Amy picked me up at the airport the day before the party. I’m actually surprised that we made it to her car before our hands and lips went wild over each other’s bodies. We made backseat love right in the parking garage before driving back to her place.
I was staying with Amy, but if you’ve read my other stories you know that she lives right next to my uncle and aunt. I couldn’t just fly across the country and not see them. The Friendsgiving party was the next day in the evening, and Amy said dinner wasn’t actually on the menu (which at the time I thought was weird), so I made plans to eat dinner that night with my uncle and aunt, and then head over to Amy’s in time for the party.
I felt a little guilty at dinner, because I was not there mentally. Not at all. The whole time butterflies were flying in my stomach as I imagined what waited for me when I got back to Amy’s. I even had the awkward Freudian slip of asking the waiter for a cock rather than a coke (for a split second, the guy’s eyes lit up in hope).
Finally I wrapped up the meal, and headed over to Amy’s. The lights were on in the library as I approached the door and I heard women talking and laughing. When Amy answered the door, she had a mischievous smile plastered across her face. She brought me to the library.
Three other women were already there. I knew one. Her name was Rose, and if you’ve read some of my other stories you may be familiar with her. One thing to know is that she and Amy were my first lesbian lovers (going all the way back to the story “First Lesbian Steps”). She is a little spitfire of a 32-year old woman, and always has the biggest personality in the room. It’s funny, because she’s a compact 4’11” Filipina. It’s even funnier because she has giant breasts that jiggle whenever she makes herself laugh, which is often.
Amy introduced the other two women as Debra and Gabby.
The two women were polar opposites. Debra was older, the heavy lines in her face placing her somewhere in her late 40s. She had that air about her that somehow reminds you of your mom or aunt. She was dressed rather plainly, with a blue blouse and jeans that gently rested on her mature curves, and her hair was styled into a rather simple bob, with curling light-brown tresses and bangs that flattered her pretty features I suppose. It was the total mom look.
Gabby stood in contrast. She must have still been a teenager, and in her youth she almost looked out of place among the rest of us. Her young, adorable face with a Latina complexion seemed to glow, as if she had yet to realize how much life can suck. Her short—she was barely taller than Rose—and slim nubile body only added to the sense of innocence. I couldn’t help but wonder if her outfit—a sexy tight red dress that showed off her female features—was a kind of overcompensation, a statement of her maturity. In any case, I thought she looked quite pretty.
The five of us chatted in the library for a little while. I didn’t know exactly what was going on, to be honest. I half expected Amy to suddenly get naked or something. As I talked to Debra about her son who just started college, I did notice that Gabby and Rose were getting friendly. Very friendly. Rose’s hand was traveling up Gabby’s thigh and the two of them shared the same lust-filled face. Then they kissed.
The two made out as Debra told me all about how her son didn’t know what major to choose. When she finally noticed Rose and Gabby, she leaned in and told me the story of how Rose and Gabby had met the previous year at this very Friendsgiving party. It had been Gabby’s first time at Amy’s house, and Rose apparently had taken her under her wing. Apparently so. “Funny how Amy can bring people together like that.” She told me with a sweet smile. Suddenly I could see the naughtiness hiding in Debra’s eyes. I was excited now. Clearly there was a whole other side to this unassuming mom, and I was just waiting for it to come out.
But before Debra and I could get closer, Rose broke away from Gabby’s lips and said, “Okay, I can’t wait any more…” She asked Amy who else was coming, and Amy replied that this year was going to be a smaller, more intimate party, and that this was it. Rose licked her lips. “What are we waiting for? I want to see what kind of meat we’re tasting tonight!”
Huh. I looked confusedly at Amy. I thought she told me that food wasn’t on the menu.
Amy smiled. “Lets.” She said, and Rose clapped her hands excitedly. Gabby looked thrilled, too. Debra even ran her hand over her breasts and bit her lip.
It was at that moment that I had that feeling: Rose wasn’t talking about turkey.
Amy invited us to head to the dining room. I tentatively followed the others as they walked down the hall. Amy hung back and waited for me. She took my hand and flashed me a smile. “Amy…” I began to ask as we approached the dining room, “what’s going–”
I didn’t finish my sentence. The scene in the dining room answered all my questions.
A man was spread across the table, gagged, bound, and naked except a shining steel plate-cover over his crotch.
I was speechless as the other women surrounded the table, running their hands over his body. He was a stud in the prime of his life. His tanned arms and legs were tied with thick rope, but I wasn’t sure if even that was enough to keep his powerful muscles from ripping free. I couldn’t keep my eyes from traveling over his body—his toned chest, his strapping arms, his bulging legs, his washboard abs, and then… the plate cover. It was such a tease. I didn’t blame Rose at all when she rushed over to take it off.
“Ah-Ah-Ah!” Amy stopped her. “I want that honor to go to Jen.” She nudged me on. It took me a few seconds to process what I was seeing. I looked back at Amy and that mischievous smile just widened.
“Go on!” She urged me.
Unconsciously, I found my feet leading me over to the table as the women made room for me. I looked down at the plate cover and saw my reflection in the stainless-steel finish staring back. I put my hand on the handle and the man shifted slightly. This was just about the most bizarre thing I had ever done.
Slowly I lifted it up.
Now, I don’t want to make guys self-conscious about the size of their dicks, because that’s way too common. It’s not disappointing if you don’t have a 9” dick as thick as a beer bottle (if it was, we’d be disappointed like 99% of the time).
That said…
This guy did have a 9” dick as thick as a beer bottle. Maybe even thicker.
“You outdid yourself this year!” Rose exclaimed.
“Mmm…I agree.” Debra said. Giggling like a school girl rather than a middle-aged woman, she reached down and wrapped her fingers around the man’s cock. You could see it swelling in her hand as she stroked up and down. Bigger and bigger it grew. Gabby added her hand and the two stroked together. There was enough room for another and Rose joined in…
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