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Alison gives deep blowjob at Thanksgiving

This is an excerpt from my upcoming book: Hill’s Secrets Thanksgiving 2018.

 

We sat around the long table, two tables really pushed together with an assortment of odd chairs. It was a college apartment after all, if a nice one.
Nate sat to my right, and Ginger to my left, at the head of the table. Brooke was at the opposite end of the long row flirting with Mousa and Matt. She sat at the other head. There was turkey basted with butter and rosemary, sweet potatoes layered with marshmallows, green beans roasted to almost wilting, and all assortment of rolls and other fixings. I reached for the cranberries first.
“Going bold with flavor, huh?” Nate said. “I like to start with something less tart.”
“That’s not what one of the girls you brought to Thanksgiving in college said.” Ginger mused sipping her wine. “I remember that girl was out of control.”
“Ginger…”
“She said you “liked sour things,” then winked at me and pointed to her crotch.”
Nate groaned and blushed.
“What is this?” I asked.
“I was too young at the time to know what she was talking about, but now…” Ginger plunged her hand between her legs and moaned with an exaggerated eye roll. “Nate I put the cranberry sauce next to you in homage.”
“You’re terrible.” Nate said, obviously embarrassed.
“So what happened to this, inappropriate girl from your history?” I said.
“She made a few other, unfortunate outbursts…”
“She told the family in no uncertain terms how well endowed Nate was. Something none of us wanted to know.” Ginger interrupted.
My eyes went wide and I couldn’t help sneaking a glance at Nate’s crotch. His bulge didn’t look any different but combined with they story how he liked eating pussy and now that he was well hung I got more excited. I wiggled in my seat, and
“We broke up a few months later after New Years.” Nate said and reached for a passing potato bowl. His blush flushed his face like he had been drinking all afternoon. I wanted to smash his cheeks together with both hands and draw him in for a conciliatory kiss. “She was a bit unhinged.”
“Yikes,” I said, taking the potatoes and helping myself to some. All I could think about was his cock. “So was she spreading rumors or do you have a taste for sour?”
Most girsl feared a tangy pussy, and I believed mine was like honey. At least everyone said I tasted good. I wanted Nate’s mouth on my clit sucking out orgasm teasing me to cream over his face like the butter he slathered over the roll in his hand. I wanted his firm masculinity to shove my slit wide with his meat and take me rough against a wall.
“Everything okay, Alison?” Ginger asked. “You looked a little faint.”
“Oh, sorry. No. I’m fine.” Nate looked at me with a smirk. “Sorry, was just thinking about something I might have uh, forgotten and got worried.”
“Looked like you were thinking of a bit hunk of meat.”
I blanched.
“That turkey looks good doesn’t it?” Ginger continued toying with. Was I that obvious? Was he?
The meal progressed well. We ate, we laughed and joked. Nate was funny. He had a lot of stories that I was fascinated with and he asked me plenty of my own. We didn’t just talk to each other but fell into the easy flow and rhythm of friends and what felt like family gathering around a table.
I barely minded not having Billy bothering me or making jibing comments, or my dad passing bad jokes off on us. I did miss my mom’s cooking and decorations. Like Halloween and the pumpkins, she decorated the house with harvest-themed items and knick-knacks. We swam in seasonal items though they seemed to disappear as quickly as they arrived. I wondered where she stored everything. Our house wasn’t that big. I took a helping of a pumpkin squash casserole and commented to Alexis who was across from me how good it was.
It reminded me how odd my parents acted after Halloween. My dad had been adamant we “do something with the pumpkins invading” his house, and my mom had laughed, keeping them around just until they began rotting. They had some private scuffle about them and my mom won.
“Excuse me, I’ll be right back,” Nate said, getting up from his seat at the end of the meal. I’d helped Ginger bring out cups and cream for coffee. I was full, but not unpleasantly. Something about Nate and his hopefully big cock made me think I should hold off to let him stuff me full instead of the turkey.
“He’s cute, isn’t he?”
I blushed a tad but nodded.
“He’s so much older than you,” I said to Ginger.
“Yeah, he’s my mom’s brother’s kid. They’re all older. I’m like the baby of the family.” She turned around to watch Nate move down the hall to the bathroom. “All my friends had crushes on him when they’d come over after Thanksgiving dinner.”
I laughed showing my nerves.
“It’s okay. He’s a good guy. The last girl broke his heart; cheated on him. I think he needs a little pick me up.” Ginger glanced at my chest, still jiggling and shaking with each of my breaths. I’d forgotten how big and revealing my tits were. “If you’re interested you might, want to give him a private chat.”
“You’re terrible,” I said sipping my vodka. I didn’t like wine that much but it was growing on me. I looked over her shoulder anyway.
“Just saying. I won’t judge and I know you haven’t been, settled lately.”
“Thanks.”
Our private bubble evaporated and I listened to people talk while watching the hallway for Nate’s return. He didn’t come back. I waited more, getting impatient and worried. Still, he didn’t return.
“I uh, have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” I said.
Ginger winked and ignored me. I was a weak cover, but at least she wouldn’t be overt about it.
The house was pretty big for being on campus, and Ginger had a number of rooms off the main floor hallway. I opened one door on the way to the bathroom and recognized it as a bedroom for her roommate that had flown home for the holiday. It was immaculate and spartan; a wide double bed, desk with girlish photos and make-up, but a well-tended clean floor and a large mirror on the far wall.
I went to the bathroom door and heard nothing. Thinking Nate was gone I opened the door and took a step in.
“Oh shit!” Nate said, spinning and pinching off his pee. “Ahh! Alison!”
“OH GOD! I’m so sorry!” I said, immediately staring at his cock. It was enormous even flaccid. “I’m, uh, sorry!”
“Close the door!”
“Ah!” I yelped and fled. I pulled the door shut and looked down the hall. There was a corner and the dinner was far off. We were effectively alone. I heard the toilet flush and then the sink. At least he was responsible. I took a breath, told myself I was being crazy and opened the bathroom door.
“I thought you were lost. You were gone so long.”
“I had.. A phone call.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
I looked up at him with wide eyes, my chest heaving with desire, my skin feeling electrified and craving his powerful touch. I felt small, lustful, and craving his thick manhood splitting me apart. My breasts moved in pushing sweeps up and down, jiggling with my rapid need. I felt the heat between us thicken like our mixed breaths forced pressure against our bones.
Nate clenched his fist and took a deep animal breath launching shoulders wide and swelling.
I stepped closer, my nipples poking against his flat abs.
“Alison, you’re so-”
I didn’t let him finish but pushed up and kissed his beautiful mouth. His red lush lips pressed soft, softer than I imagined they’d be against mine. His tongue met me with hungry intensity, crashing against mine and dictating his strength. He was so restrained but powerful, leaning hard against my young body. He was like a solid oak fanning his limbs over my soul for shade.
I melted against his kiss.
Somehow we stumbled, fell along the hallway and into the room I’d seen earlier. Whether I pulled him or he pushed we crashed on the bed tearing at each other’s faces and core with desire.
I oozed lust, pulled my tits free from my blouse and bra letting nipples wiggle against his chest. He suckled my tits, fondling my boobs to my moaning glee. I pulled his chiseled face to my chin and kissed his styled hair, then his powerful lips met mine again and he enfolded my cheeks in his palms. I wrapped my long toned legs around his waist, and we rolled me on top, them him, engaged in kissing so needful and erotic it reminded me of the first hungry kisses I shared with Frank.
I never wanted a cock so much in my life. I tore at his pants, finally getting the buckle and zipper off. Nate’s breath was rough, intense, and almost near grunts as he sucked air watching my blond hair drape over his belly. I tugged at his pants and his monster shaft leapt against my wrist.
His thick, tree truck dick rose like a redwood, pushed up like a sprouting forest.
I gasped, gave him a smile and look like a thank you and took him in hand. He moaned, twitching and thrusting with grateful pleasure. With a deep breath to prepare for his girth and what I was about to do I opened my jaw and took him deep into my mouth.
His shaft shoved against my tongue filled my face, and I did my best to keep my wetness wide and hard against his underside. My lips flared wide from his size and I strained with closed eyes to take more into my throat.
In time I started pumping my hand on his base and my mouth over his tip and top. He was too big to deepthroat but I did my best, taking him till he pounded my gullet, wincing as his tip bludgeoned past my tonsils. Every moan, every caress on my skull, every knuckle tightening clench he made for my efforts inspired me to deeper attempts, to swallow more of his meat, to take more of his beautiful cock in my face.

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