Going Home - Thanksgiving

Her tongue circled around my glans twice and then her lips closed around me, taking in only the head. Her mouth was warm, wet, and velvety soft. Gwen sucked softly and then gently raked her teeth across the little indentation just below my cock head. I quickly becoming overstimulated. If she kept this up, I wouldn't last long.

Gwen moved a hand down to my scrotum and tickled the underside with her fingernails as she applied a light suction to the head of my cock. I groaned. Mike shifted position next to me but didn't appear to awaken. Gwen turned a bit to look in Mike's direction, but showed no sign of wanting to change what she was doing.

The hand at the base of my cock maintained a gentle but firm grip and kept the skin pulled away from my cock head. Gwen took a bit more of my cock into her mouth. She increased the suction ever so slightly and circled her tongue slowly around my cock head. I enjoyed the contrast between the smooth underside of her tongue and the slightly rougher top of her tongue which tickled as it crossed the head.

Gwen leaned forward. Her lips traveled down the shaft while her tongue continued to tease my cock head. Gwen made a little 'Mmmmph!' sound and released me from her mouth for a moment. 'You're getting close,' she murmured. 'You're leaking.'

Gwen couldn't have been more right. I was on the edge. Her mouth returned to my cock and she sucked gently again. She took me to a point where one more circle of her tongue would cause me to erupt and then stopped. When she sensed the urge to cum had backed off, she began stimulating me again. Four, five, six times I was on the brink and yet she managed somehow to know exactly when to stop.

My breathing was forced and ragged. I squirmed and groaned each time Gwen stopped stimulating me. Mike changed position. She turned away from the arm of the couch and leaned into me, but still seemed to be asleep.

Gwen kept her mouth on my cock, and assuring I remained on the edge. When she began sucking again, she had only my cock head in her mouth with her lips just below my glans. As soon as she started sucking, I was on the edge.

'Don't stop,' I croaked.

Gwen's lips traveled slowly down my shaft until I felt my cock head bottom out at the back of her mouth. When her lips made the return trip back up, she concentrated on sucking and tonguing my cock head.

I lost control. My hands found her auburn curls and held her head while she sucked. An explosion of sensations overwhelmed me. Pinpoint flashes of colored lights burst on closed eyelids. I felt my scrotum pull up as my cock head contracted, pumping cum into Gwen still sucking mouth. Gwen pushed the thick warm cum past her lips as she moved her mouth down the shaft. I felt it run down my shaft and pool on my abdomen. When she withdrew to my cock head, she pushed out more cum and then moved her head down again, once again cleaning my shaft and pooling more cum on my abdomen.

When I finally stopped pumping cum into her mouth, Gwen laid her head on my thigh and played with the cum pooled at the base of my cock, spreading it through the pubic hair and across my lower abdomen.

'Well, that was fun to watch,' Mike said. Her hand joined Gwen's playing with the cum. But instead of spreading it where it pooled, Mike gathered some on her fingers and spread it on my shaft. My cock had begun to soften. But the added stimulation was incentive for it to remain at least partly erect.

Gwen's eyes were closed as she rested her head on my leg. I watched her fingers entangled in my pubic hair interplay with Mike's fingers. The skin encasing my testicles prickled with goosebumps as they caressed and played with me.

Mike kissed me on the cheek and slid to the floor next to Gwen. She rested her head on Gwen's arm briefly then moved up to kiss Gwen's ear. Gwen turned toward Mike and I watched their profiles come together as their lips met in a soft kiss, barely touching. When they broke the kiss, Mike licked Gwen's lips and then moved in for a more passionate and forceful joining of their lips. My cock hardened in response.

Mike and Gwen turned their attention to me and adjusted their positions, pushing my knees further apart. My pants kept me from moving my feet apart. Gwen took the shoe off my foot and pulled my leg from the pants. Each laid their head next to my cock and began to lick. I wanted to watch so I reached over and turned on the little reading lamp.

Cum trailed behind their lips as they moved up and down and around my cock. Mike stuck her tongue out and tried to scoop up a small pool from my abdomen. It just slid around. She pursed her lips and sucked it in. Gwen moved to the top of my cock and sucked in the head again.

Mike got off the floor and sat next to me on the couch. She lifted her hips and pulled her dress up, then removed her panties and tossed them to the floor. The pubic hair above her pussy was damp and matted. She turned to lean against the arm of the couch and lifted her feet onto the cushion, resting them against my right thigh. She pushed against my thigh gently, encouraging me to slide over a bit to make room for her. I slid sideways and Gwen followed, staying on the floor between my legs.

Mike kept her feet against my thigh and spread her knees apart. A hand moved between her legs and spread her lips. Her vulva was slightly swollen and pink with arousal. The entrance to her inner regions was wet and pink. Her other hand found her clitoris and slowly rubbed it. Once she had established a rhythm on her clit, two fingers from the hand spreading her lips found their way inside her.

Gwen sucked the head of my cock for a moment then released me and sat back. 'I think Mike wants to watch you jerk off while she plays with herself.'

I turned and leaned against the opposite arm of the couch and lifted my right leg onto the cushion. I left my left foot and cast on the floor. I grasped my erect cock and began to slowly stroke it. Gwen used her fingers to tickle and caress my scrotum.

Mike slid toward me until our asses were in contact. She watched intently as I stroked my cock. Her eyes never seemed to blink. I watched her fingers rubbing her clit and moving in and out of her pussy just as intently. Gwen rested her head on my hip and watched us both.

As we played, the pace of our ministrations increased. Gradually, we each reached a point where our hands were moving rapidly. The fingers rubbing Mike's clit were a blur. The two fingers moving in and out of her pussy moved more slowly but also more forcefully. Mike's hips lifted off the couch when her first orgasm peaked. She pushed her hand into her vagina and held it there. The muscles in her forearm rippled as she moved her fingers around inside her. The fingers stimulating her clit moved so fast I could barely see them.

Mike's hips returned to the couch. She resumed moving both sets of fingers as she drew her knees toward her chest. Her hips rocked up and she gasped as her second orgasm almost immediately followed the end of her first. Mike's mouth was open as she struggled to catch her breath. She never took her eyes off the hand moving up and down my shaft.

As my hand rapidly stroked my cock, I felt my own orgasm approaching. There was rushing roar in my ears as the first ejaculate drooled from the end of my cock. I pointed my cock in Mike's direction and the second ejaculation exploded across the gap between us. It struck Mike on the chin, across her lips, into her open mouth, onto her nose and eye. She coughed softly. Another round landed on the bodice of her dress and trailed down onto her upper abdomen. The following weaker spurts made it as far as her pubic hair and finally the last of my cum flowed over my hand, down my shaft and pooled on Gwen's hand.

As I watched Mike slowly regain her senses, her tongue came out and licked what it could reach from her upper lip. Gwen got on her knees and licked up the cum that covered Mike's belly and pubic hair. Gwen showed me the cum in her mouth and turned to Mike. They shared an open mouth kiss. Mike swallowed after they broke the kiss. Gwen rested her head on Mike's shoulder, her eyes closed.

After a few minutes, I sat up. We looked at each other and laughed softly. Gwen got up off the floor and headed for the bathroom. Mike sat up and pulled her dress over her head, balled it up and dropped it on the floor. She put her head between my legs and sucked my cock clean. It felt so good, I began to harden again. But she released me and smiled.

'I see you could probably go again. But I think we should call it a night. How about you?' she said as she patted me on the thigh.

I think so, too.' I chuckled. I got up and headed for the bathroom to join Gwen in getting cleaned up. She had just finished brushing her teeth when I went in. I leaned my crutches against the wall, stood behind her and wrapped her in my arms. Gwen turned to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. A minty, wet kiss greeted my lips. When we broke it, she put her head against my chest and squeezed.

'Thank you,' she said.

'For what?' I responded.

'For being so wonderful to me and taking good care of my best friend,' she whispered.

I looked down at the top of her head. For just a moment, I got lost in her auburn curls. 'Gwen, I can't believe my good fortune at having met you. I still have difficulty believing you love me. And sharing me with your best friend still has me dumbfounded.'

Gwen squeezed me harder. She looked up a me with a sheepish smile. 'Mike and I have shared almost everything since before we were in school. We have no secrets. Nothing has ever come between us. I know most people might think we're a little weird. We've never shared a guy before you. But sharing you seems as natural as taking a breath. It might not always be like this. But it is for now.'

I held her close until Mike poked her head in. 'If you two are done, I need to pee, I don't want to go upstairs, and I don't want an audience.'

Gwen and I laughed. I grabbed a wash cloth, wet it quickly and we exited the bathroom. I cleaned myself up and got dressed. Mike had shed her only remaining item of clothing, her bra, when she exited the bathroom. My eyes fixed on Mike's breasts until Gwen nudged me in the ribs. We both laughed. I returned to the bathroom and tossed the washcloth in the hamper.

Gwen and I were just about ready to leave. Mike crossed over to us and hugged us both.

'Drive carefully, Gwen. I'm going to bed. See you in the morning.' She turned and headed to her room.

The next weeks passed quickly. Time for Thanksgiving break. My father and I split the cost of the groceries for the holiday meal. Gwen and Mike did the shopping. I borrowed some folding tables and chairs from school and dragooned Pete into helping me bring them over to Mike and Gwen's. My cast had come off a couple days earlier at my insistence. He said everything looked fine but to be careful not to overdo it.

When I arrived at the house late Thanksgiving morning, Gwen, Mike and Gwen's friends from the dorm were all in the kitchen getting the meal together. The smell of turkey and ham that mingled in the kitchen had my mouth watering. One of Gwen's friends was in the back yard, tending a second bird cooking on the grill. Dinner was scheduled for three o'clock with everyone expected to arrive at two.

A little before the time everyone was scheduled to arrive, the women all went upstairs and got changed for dinner. My father's students arrived a few minutes before two with my father and his girlfriend arriving right on time. My students were all there by quarter after. Pete was having dinner with Angelo's parents but would join us later. Tony had declined the invitation.

My father's girlfriend was a stunningly attractive woman about his age. She was slender and bit shorter than Mike. She had long, thick dark hair that she wore in a French braid. One of my students seemed unable to take his eyes off her. I nudged him in the ribs at one point and, with a smile, quietly told him he should stop staring. He blushed and apologized.

Mike's eyes opened wide when I introduced my father. 'Dr. Taylor, it's nice to see you again,' She managed to blurt out. 'I never made the connection between you and Jonas.'

I looked at my father, 'You know Michelle, Dad?'

'Yes, we met at her office last April. General Marshall asked me to help with some negotiations. Michelle was very helpful in making the necessary arrangements and keeping us focused. She made things much easier than they might have been.'

My father introduced his girlfriend. 'This is Dr. Jane Mason. She's a professor in the art department. My son Jonas, his girlfriend Gwen Kenrick, and their friend and mine, Michelle Dickens.'

She shook my hand and said, 'Call me Jane, please. I don't even like it when my students call me doctor.' She hugged Michelle and Gwen.

We talked for a few minutes and then separated to circulate in the crowd.

Gwen looked at Mike. 'It's really strange that you know Jonas' father. I've had a sense that I know him somehow when we met last month.'

Mike's head spun toward Gwen, her mouth open wide. 'I had the same feeling when we were introduced at the office. But I couldn't figure out where we might have met. I just don't remember meeting him but had a feeling that I should know him.'

Gwen and Mike turned to look at me. I shrugged. 'Don't look at me. I can't imagine where you might have met him. Especially since neither of you can remember doing so.'

The borrowed tables and chairs were set up on the back porch. I rang the dinner bell hanging just outside the back door and everyone scrambled to the porch. Moving food from the kitchen to the tables was a cooperative venture. Gwen, Michelle, and Gwen's dorm friends assembled the food in the kitchen while student guests shuttled back and forth until everything was in place.

The table was set with a hodge-podge of platters, plates, flatware, serving utensils, and serving dishes purchased at bargain prices at a couple of thrift stores and flea markets. No one cared. The food looked and smelled great. Once everyone was seated, Jane said grace and we all dug in.

Everyone stayed at the table when the meal was finished. Lively conversations were in evidence everywhere. Everyone seemed to mix easily. Gwen, Mike, and Jane went into the kitchen to check on the pies that were put in the oven when the bird and ham came out.

A few minutes later, Gwen, Mike, and Jane came running out the back door, looking panicked. They were closely followed by about a dozen uniformed policeman carrying night sticks. A police lieutenant was the last one through the door. He spotted Jane and handed her a piece of paper.

'This is a warrant to search the premises for evidence of an illegal brothel,' he told her.

'This isn't my house.' Jane stammered. 'I'm a dinner guest.'

Mike stepped forward and told him, 'I live here with my girlfriend. These people are our guests for the holiday.'

My father tried to jump in and demand to know why the police were executing a search warrant. He was immediately surrounded by uniforms and led away from the lieutenant to a seat at the table. The cops stood guard to make sure no one left their seats.

The lieutenant looked around and saw the remains of the meal. Stunned and silent guests sat at tables staring in disbelief. The look on his face changed from hard-charging cop to sheepish kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. But he didn't do anything to change what was happening inside.

After about forty-five minutes, two men in suits came out the door and approached the lieutenant. The older suit spoke. 'We didn't find any indication that this is anything but a private residence, sir. There are three bedrooms. The beds are all made. The upstairs bedroom has a bunch of overnight bags containing women's clothing, cosmetics, and such. Clothing in the bags smells like food. I think the upstairs bedroom was being used as a changing room. We didn't see anything to suggest anything illegal is going on here. There aren't even any condoms in the nightstands.'

'OK, detective. Get the search team out of the house, we'll all get out of here and let these people enjoy the rest of their holiday.'

The lieutenant approached Mike. 'It seems a terrible mistake has been made based on erroneous information. I'm sorry we intruded on your dinner and holiday.' He turned and left without another word.

My father went into the house and made several phone calls. He was fuming.

The conversation among our guests was animated to be sure. Some found it embarrassing that they were caught up in a police raid even though it turned out to be nothing other than a brief interruption. Others found the whole thing amusing. Mike and Gwen were appalled and embarrassed.

I was sure who instigated this and went to the front porch to see what the cops did. The front door had been kicked in despite being unlocked. The door and frame were broken and would require a carpenter to repair it. I watched as the detectives and the lieutenant crossed the street and went to Pollock's house. They knocked and went inside when the door opened. I returned to the party, convinced that my hunch was correct.

When my father completed his phone calls, I pulled him aside and told him about the problems with the old man across the street. We agreed something had to done to prevent further harassment but neither of us had any idea what we could do. My father told me that not pressing charges was a mistake. I agreed but wasn't convinced it would have prevented further trouble.

Everyone pitched in and cleaned up. Then we had dessert and coffee. An hour or so after dessert, guests began saying their thanks and departing. By seven o'clock, it was just Gwen, Mike, Jane, my father, and me. Pete stopped in for a few minutes for coffee and a big slice of apple pie. We arranged to meet the next day and return the tables and chairs borrowed from Tech.

After Pete left, it was just the five of us again. Mike and Gwen showed the house to Jane. Jane took an interest in Gwen's art work and they adjourned to the dining room where Gwen had stashed a number of works that hadn't she hadn't selected to hang.

My father and I were in the living room having a bourbon when there was a knock on the front door. I answered the knock and was greeted by a uniformed police captain and three men in suits. One of the suits asked for my father. I stepped aside to let them in and found my father had joined me at the door. They turned out to be the police commissioner, the captain of detectives, a district attorney, and the mayor.

The mayor greeted my father like they were old friends. The other two suits and the captain introduced themselves. My father made an offer of a drink. The mayor, commissioner, and prosecutor accepted, the captain declined.

We stood awkwardly with our drinks until finally the police commissioner began by apologizing for the 'misunderstanding' earlier that day.

'What in hell prompted a raid on a private residence in a residential neighborhood?' my father asked pointedly.

The captain responded. 'We received a tip this morning that a group of women had moved into the house and that there had been a steady stream of men visiting the house over the last few weeks.'

I interrupted his narrative. 'That steady stream of men would have been me every day and my friend Pete one day when he helped me bring tables and chairs here for our Thanksgiving dinner.'

The captain continued. 'The on-duty commander posted two detectives who observed steady stream of men arriving at the house. That seemed to confirm the tip. They radioed in and then headed back to the station. A search warrant was obtained and a raid assembled.'