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Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2006 13:10:02 -0500
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This heart warming story of Thanksgiving was written and
copyrighted by me, Shon Richards.  All of my new stories can be
found on <a
href="http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/">http://erotiterrorist.
blogspot.com/</a>  I hope you all have a happy holiday and many
happier orgasms.  If you enjoy this story, drop me a line at
shonrichards@yahoo.com

"Thanksgiving at the Booty Lounge"
Or
"Three Wenches on a Hard Cock, Yo Ho Ho and a Plate of Turkey"
By Shon Richards

It was a quiet night at the Booty Lounge. The crowd was less than
a fifth of its normal size. It was Thanksgiving night, and most
of our crew was away with their families, eating turkey with Mom,
Dad, Aunt Embarrassing and Uncle Dickhead. Those of us who were
here tonight either didn't have families or through some twist of
fate, didn't have anywhere else to be other than a club known for
bondage and debauchery. 

You might think we would be having a blast, but the mood was
somber, even depressed. Spankings were half-hearted, and when men
came in the mouths of sluts, their groans were more sighs than
expressions of joy. Flirtatious tarts didn't smile, and
submissive men found no comfort under a pointed heel.

Yes, we are sick, perverted fucks who spend 364 days a year
thinking of our next delight, but on this night, our hearts
yearned for the comfort that comes from being with a family that
loves you. The fact that most of never had a family that loved us
didn't matter. We mourned for the family we all felt we should
have had. 

Our captain, No-Pants Wally, did his best to boost spirits. Five
glorious turkeys filled our tables, and each one was given the
name of a famous pirate. I ate from Anne Bonney myself. No-Pants
imported exotic beer from foreign lands and filled our mugs with
one strange flavor after another. The captain moved around
constantly, playing the part of the good host a bit more than
usual. He took responsibility for our cheer, and if you have
never had a 6-foot-6 bearded man who never wears pants trying to
cheer you up, then you have never truly lived. The captain's
honest happiness was infectious, but when he left a laughing
group to attend to one sad fellow, the group that had been
laughing would soon quiet, each member thinking lonely thoughts.


"Tom, I don't fucking understand this shit," No-Pants Wally
confessed to me. "They have beer, they have food, and Christ on a
stick, they could have cock and pussy if they would quit mooning
like homesick sailors at sea! If they wanted to be so damned
depressed, they could have stayed at home and jacked off to the
Macy's parade!"

"Captain, no matter how great the paradise, people will always
miss what they feel everyone else has," I said. "The rest of the
world has aunts, uncles and gossip about Grandma's new friends.
Other people have children that look like them and cousins who
are not doing as well as they are. They have food shared with
people they have known all their lives. Not even you can compete
with that."

"Mermaids' balls!" No-Pants bellowed. "They also have jealous
siblings and screaming brats who won't shut up no matter how hard
you kick them! Father-fucking bastards forget how good they have
it here!"

The captain slammed his fist out and stormed into his quarters. A
moment later, he came out brandishing an enormous cock. No, not
the lengthy piece of manhood that always dangles between his
legs. This was a polished piece of oak, 12 magnificent inches in
length and as thick as sin. Captain No-Pants grabbed a stool and
put the stool in the center of the room. He set the dildo
pointing straight up on the stool. 

"Busty Linda carved this for me, but since this is the holidays
I'm going to give you sorry bunch of sad sacks of flesh a chance
to win this. Which of you cock-hungry sluts want a chance to win
what could be the biggest cock you ever put inside you?"

The crew came to life. Busty Linda made the finest dildos of all
of us. Like any true artist, she doesn't give her work away
cheaply. She makes us pay in cash, tongue or ass for her glorious
dildos. A chance to win one without having to submit to Linda's
sadistic requests was enough to shake even this group out of its
malaise.

"I will!" Silent Bonnie said.

"I will, too," James the Hairy said.

Six women and three men volunteered, and the rest of us gathered
around to watch. No-Pants Wally looked at the contestants, and he
looked at the cock. He came up with a game in less than a minute,
which of course, is why he is the captain.

"We're going to play Hands on the Hard Cock," No-Pants yelled.
"The rules are fucking simple. Keep your hand on the cock, and if
you take your hand off, you lose. Be the last one with your hand
on the cock ,and you get to keep it. Only other rule is no
fighting! I'm looking at you, Robert! You got to stand there and
keep a firm grip!"

Each of the players grabbed as much of the cock as they could.
They had to crowd around the stool so they could all touch it. At
first, I was worried that we wouldn't be able to see when someone
let go of the cock, but I saw that all the players were staring
at the cock. When someone does let go, eight other people will be
yelling for joy.

"Now, I don't know about you, but personally I think the Duchess
is going to win," No-Pants said. "And I'll bet the use of my
bedroom for one night against anyone who thinks differently!"

"I'll take that bet," Michelle said. "And I'll bet the use of my
girlfriend for one night."

"Anyone else want to pick a favorite?" No-Pants asked, and just
like that, the rest of us were involved. Being the scribe of the
crew, I wrote down everyone's bet till the list was a pool of
carnal favors and delights. For the record, I bet I would write
the account of what the winner did with his loot. If there is
something all perverts loves, it is having their exploits
recorded for bragging about later.

As for my bet? I bet on James the Hairy. I've never seen him let
go of a cock. When he doesn't have one to grab, he holds his own.
The man was born with a cock in his hand, which probably made his
birth somewhat complicated. 

The mood was much better as we watched the contest unfold. Bets
made, the gamblers shifted to trash-talking the other players
while praising their own. The players glowed under the attention.
Rarely had they received so much encouragement for holding a
cock.

Beer-Can Carl was the first to lose. He had to sneeze, and being
a gentleman, he instinctively used his hand to cover his mouth.
We all got a good laugh out of the shocked look on his face when
he realized what he'd done. Silent Bonnie, who was standing in
front of him, offered to blow him later in thanks for his not
sneezing on her bare back. He was a happy loser.

The other losers followed in their own way. Natalie lost because
she'd had too much beer to drink and wasn't quite willing to piss
herself to win. Two lost because their need to sit down
overwhelmed their urge to win. Robert lost his grip when James
cracked a joke so dirty that Robert doubled over laughing. As
each person let go, he or she was welcomed into the crowd of
spectators with consolation beer and sympathy hand jobs.

The game changed when James was eliminated. He was the last guy
standing there, and the Duchess pinched his ass. James squealed
like a college freshman and jumped 3 feet in the air. We all
laughed, and James's face blushed so deep you could see the red
through his black beard.

"No fair!" James whined. "There was supposed to be no touching!"

We looked to the captain for a ruling. "No, I said no fighting.
You can touch all you want if you think you can win."

A sultry whimsy rippled through us all. There were only three
girls left. Ten-Inch Vicky was a tall blonde whose ass was
legendary for the depths cocks and dildos have reached. The
Duchess was an older lady whose slender body and firm legs were
the envy of women half her age. Last was Silent Bonnie, a short
brunette who has never made a sound when she climaxed no matter
how many mouths have tried. If they took advantage of the
captain's suggestion, things would get very interesting indeed.

The Duchess, the one who'd pinched James, took to the new rules
immediately. She was in front of Silent Bonnie and slipped her
hand under Bonnie' T-shirt. The sheer material provided no cover
as the Duchess squeezed and caressed Bonnie's breast. We watched
as she pulled and tugged on Bonnie's nipples.

Behind Bonnie, Ten-Inch Vicky was going to work. Being taller
than Bonnie, it was easy to bend down and bite the woman's ear.
With a tenderness we rarely see at the Booty Lounge, Ten-Inch
nibbled Bonnie's ear. Maybe she also whispered something to
Bonnie that only they could hear. That would certainly explain
why Bonnie closed her eyes and bit her lip. 

Sensing weakness, the Duchess let go of Bonnie's breast and
reached between the woman's thighs. Her hand slipped into
Bonnie's black bikini bottom and manipulated her cunt directly.
Bonnie tried fighting back by reaching for the Duchess's breast,
but that was probably the wrong idea. When two women are
double-teaming you, grabbing for one of their breasts is not the
best way to calm yourself down. 

Ten-Inch and the Duchess worked Bonnie over. Bonnie was trapped
between two sets of mouths and hands. While the Duchess
masturbated Bonnie, Vicky reached around to fondle Bonnie's
breasts. While Vicky nibbled on Bonnie's neck, the Duchess would
bite through Bonnie's T-shirt to harass her nipples. While Bonnie
writhed, her two tormentors writhed on either side of her.

Bonnie's breathing changed and Ten-Inch's hand joined the
Duchess's between her thighs. Two hands masturbated Bonnie while
the woman's own hand kept a white knuckled grip on the 12-inch
cock. We watched the orgasm build within Bonnie as the her knees
began to shake. It was coming, and we all knew it.

That was when Bonnie screamed. She yelled her bliss and the
nearly-empty Booty Lounge echoed with her cry. We'd finally
learned the secret to making Silent Bonnie not be silent. She let
go of the cock and wrapped her arms around the other girls as her
legs gave out. James and Beer-Can Carl rushed forward to help
Bonnie to her feet. It wasn't chivalry that inspired them; they
just didn't want her to drag the last two players from the game.

Ten-Inch Vicky and the Duchess looked at each other. Their free
hands were sticky with Screaming Bonnie's juices. Each was sizing
the other up, looking for an advantage. The Duchess had the
disadvantage as she was wearing a loose red dress that barely
came down to her ass. Ten-Inch was wearing shorts, which
protected her cunt, but the tightness of her shorts made one
wonder if they really provided any coverage. Ten-Inch was
topless, which displayed her lovely breasts but also made them
easy targets. Both of them hesitated, waiting for some sort of
clever strategy to come to them.

Of course, Captain No-Pants couldn't let this stand. "Whichever
wench loses has to walk the plank," he said. "Which means the
loser has to suck or lick everyone here tonight!"

"Hey!" Princess Stan protested.

"Well, of course not those who are light in the boots," Captain
No-Pants amended. "How about they clean your boots?"

"Deal!" Princess Stan said.

That was the incentive the last two needed. Still holding onto
the cock, they lunged for each other. Ten-Inch went straight for
the Duchess's cunt, reaching under her dress and rubbing her
clit. The Duchess groaned, but she decided to just go for the
treasure chest in front of her and bit down on Ten-Inch's bared
nipple. Ten-Inch screamed, but she was made of sterner stuff. She
gritted her teeth and frigged the Duchess with a fury that made
some of us wince.

"I've had worse from frat boys," the Duchess taunted. I had a
sudden image of the elegant matron bent over for a frat-party
gangbang, and I made a note to ask the Duchess more about her
past.

"Bite the other one, too," Ten-Inch said. "It itches."

The watchers laughed, but we all saw the anger on the Duchess's
face. Her mouth snapped to the other breast, and she bit down
like a great white. We cheered as the Duchess gobbled Ten-Inch's
tit. The grand old lady was merciless, several times pulling back
with Ten-Inch's tit trapped between her teeth, and we watched to
see how far the nipple would stretch.

Ten-Inch was suffering. Her ass could take anything, but her
breasts were not as durable. She let go of the Duchess's pussy
and changed tactics. She grabbed a handful of the Duchess's
silver hair and pulled the older woman off her tit. The Duchess
looked as though she were going to protest, but Ten-Inch ended
her protest with a kiss. The two locked lips, transferring all of
their competitive fire into a battle of tongues.

Ever heard a kiss as loud as angry sex? It's a very sensual
sound. It was like listening to cunts rub together on a leather
couch. 

Just because they were kissing didn't mean they had stopped
playing the game. Oh, no. Ten-Inch slipped her hand back between
the Duchess's thighs, and the Duchess did the same. The shorts
provided no protection as the Duchess rubbed Ten-Inch with a firm
touch most of us knew well. Ten-Inch even helped, spreading her
thighs and giving in to the attention. Before long, it was hard
to see who was rubbing and who was humping her competitor's
hand.

Captain No-Pants could feel the end coming. He got up and walked
over to the players. His usual bellow was now a low growl as he
urged them on.

"Hold on tight to that cock, wenches," he said. "Hold on tight
because the loser will have a long night ahead of her. Cocks and
cunts will use your fucking mouth till sunrise. You think your
hand is sore? Just wait till your lips are tingling from half a
dozen pussies fucking your mouth. And don't think the winner gets
off easy, either. Oh, no, no, no. You'll be taking that cock
right here for us all to see. We're going to all watch your
victory fuck, and we demand a good show."

The two rubbed harder. They kissed with more passion. Both of
them gripped the dildo tighter as they both moaned louder and
louder. The two wenches fucked each other for the glory of
winning and in wicked anticipation of losing. No matter what
happened, they knew they would both be fucked for our enjoyment.
Just knowing that they were the center of this holiday night
pushed both of them to try harder.

The Duchess climaxed. Her body shook and trembled, but still she
held on. We were perfectly quiet. Would an orgasm make her give
up? The tension was amazing. It was like watching an egg roll
along a table, not knowing if it was going to stop in time or
fall off and crash. The Duchess tried to hold on, but Ten-Inch
Vicky kept stroking her, and after one long trembling minute, the
Duchess pushed away from Ten-Inch with both hands and flopped
down onto the floor. It was only then I noticed how much both
ladies were sweating. Holding a cock is hard work.

"We have a winner!" the Captain yelled. The truth was, we had all
won. Gone were the moping and whining about the families we
weren't with. We had drowned our sorrow in sweat, gambling and
competition. We had reminded ourselves that we are not like other
people, and that was a damn good thing.

We all cheered Ten-Inch Vicky, but I think we were also cheering
ourselves. Someone figured out who'd won the betting pool. It
turns out it that David and Nancy won the bet so they had to
figure how to share the winnings. The captain was already
dragging Ten-Inch to the bar where James was waiting with
Vaseline. Before the night was out, we started calling her
Twelve-Inch Vicki.

I didn't care about these details. My cock was hard, and I was
standing where the Duchess had crawled. She first noticed me when
I grabbed her hair and pulled her to my crotch.

"Tough break; you did good," I said to her.

She said something, but I couldn't understand her. My cock was
already in her mouth. The Duchess groaned. She sucked as hard as
she played, which made her one great cocksucker. I fucked her
face not as a punishment but as my way of giving thanks for her
role in saving us from ourselves. I'm not sure, but I think she
was smiling when I came down her throat. 

That was one down for the Duchess and the rest of the Booty
Lounge to go. 
 
The end.

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