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Helping the Homeless on Thanksgiving
By Phoebe (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
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A world weary woman finds something she didn't expect
on Thanksgiving Day. (MF, rom)
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Author's Note: This story is based upon a true store
aired on Dr. Phil three years ago during Thanksgiving
week. The names may not be the same but the general
facts are pretty accurate.
***
I hate Thanksgiving. I live all alone and every year on
Thanksgiving Day I work at a homeless shelter until I'm
about ready to drop from exhaustion, then as I'm
leaving the facility I pick one of the men, usually a
younger type and invite him home.
I hate Thanksgiving so much that fucking the brains out
of some strange grubby homeless guy just seems right to
me. My psychologist says that I have a "self loathing"
issue and that may be so, but I don't really care what
he says. It fills a deep down need in me.
I only have sex once a year, on Thanksgiving Day, and
always with some drunken smelly guy who probably won't
even remember who he had sex with by morning. He might
not even realize that he had sex at all. But I would
know, and I always made sure that they orgasmed and I
always rubbed their spunk all over my tits and lick it
from my fingers.
Self loathing that may be, but it gets me through the
coming 12 months until I pluck up the courage to choose
another homeless man for my pleasure.
This little scenario has gone on year after year and I
knew that it would never change. Then last year I had
the surprise of my life. One, I might add, was of my
own making.
I was 41 then and I had to admit that this little
Thanksgiving thing of mine was becoming a disgusting
ritual. I wasn't sure if I could bring myself to do it
again. I'd been working since before dawn on that
Thanksgiving Day in the homeless shelter, helping to
prepare the dinning room and side dishes for the day's
handout.
My normal routine was to dish out food all day long and
then grab a willing man outside the building and take
him home. For some reason, this year I decided that I
would try to find someone less disgusting than the
dregs that hang around and I'd make a pass at some guy
during the day, some guy that was at least attractive
to me.
That moment happened around noon. A tall thin guy in
grubby clothes came in by himself and walked up to the
chow line. I watched him while he moved down the line
with his plate. He looked to be in his early 30's and
he had good posture. He was dirty, but didn't look as
filthy like most of the men I'd had in the past.
As he came down the line and stood in front of me, I
said quietly, "My name is Margaret. How would you like
to come home with me this afternoon."
To my surprise he smiled at me (no missing teeth.) and
said, "Hi Margaret, my name is Hal and I'd like that a
lot."
Looking around nervously, hoping that no one was
noticing this little conversation, I whispered, "Then
wait for me in the park, when I'm done here I'll come
across the road and get you."
"Okay Margaret," was all he said and he turned away to
take a seat at one of the tables and eat his food.
I watched him while he ate and then as he deposited his
plate in the pile and walked out of the dining room
without a glance back at me. I was suddenly unsure if
he would wait for me. He might have just been playing
along so I wouldn't cause him any trouble.
I've always thought that I look pretty. Whatever
psychological problems I might have, have never been
based upon my looks. I might not be beautiful like a
model, but I'm not over weight and I have regular
features, a smallish nose and a generous mouth and I
think I look young for 41 if I say so myself.
But that reflection didn't help me as the day wore on.
I finally decided that if Hal wasn't there I'd be no
worse off than usual, I'd just have pick up some
homeless guy hanging around like I'd done many times
before.
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As it turned out Hal was waiting in the park and I took
him to my car and drove us to my house. Unlike the
other guys he wouldn't let me do him as he was. He said
that even though he was homeless he had his pride. So
finally I stopped trying to dissuade him from a shower
and let him take one.
While he was in the shower I suddenly decided that I
needed one too. After all I'd been sweating all day
too. I hoped that he wouldn't mind if I climbed in with
him, I figured most men would look at something like
that as a bonus. And I was right about that.
Hal was scrubbing his hairy body and was all soaped up;
he had a magnificent hard-on in the making. I just
stepped into the shower with him and he reached out and
hugged me to his soap-slickened body and we stood like
that for a few moments.
Then I began to notice something nudging up against me
between my legs. I know that Hal had both arms around
me still, so I could guess what it was. I reached down
and flipped his big dick against my clit a few times to
get my juices flowing and then I pushed him into up
into me.
It was delicious, he was so big that I truly felt
impaled by him. He was taller than me so I was almost
lifted on to my toes as he began the slowly thrust in
and out of me. From his angle his long tuber was
rubbing against my soapy clit on both the in-thrust and
the out-pull, and I was in heaven. I'd never had an
experience like this with a man before.
I'd always been disgusted by the men I'd had sex with
before. I'd always picked them just because they were
disgusting, at least to look at. But Hal wasn't
disgusting, although he was quite hairy, he had a nice
strong body and good strong legs and a huge penis, so
huge in fact that my body began to quiver as small
multiple orgasms began to blast through me.
I began to gasp and moan, holding him adjusting my body
so his slow rhythmic thrusting would cause the most
pleasure, making my body throbbing. Hal kept on
thrusting, then pulling out and rubbing his swollen
head against my soapy clit and then thrusting into me
again. He was magnificent. I was quickly becoming a
quivering mass of nerve endings, totally his to do with
what he wanted.
Then he thrust into me to the hilt and hugged me
tightly, even lifting me off the shower floor and
roared as he came in me, holding me impaled on his
massive shaft as he spurt his life-giving load deep
inside my body.
By the time he was done cumming in me I was gasping
from the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced in my
life. When he lifted me off the floor and began
shooting his seed into me I went totally wide and
writhed about shooting pleasurable twinges deep within
until the light dimmed and my mind went totally blank
as blast after blast of incredible sensations swamped
my senses.
Finally after what seemed a lifetime Hal lowered me,
still hugging me to him and pushed me up against the
shower stall wall. Leaning over me with his lips to my
ear, he rasped out, "God Margaret, you're exquisite."
And then he kissed me on the lips. A long lingering
kiss, one that turned me inside out, tongues exchanged,
saliva was as one, a kiss so intimate that it was like
sex all over again.
I could go one to tell you what we did again and again
that night. I could tell you all the wonderful first
experiences I had with Hal after 41 years of life, but
I think I'll keep it to myself. Actually, I should say,
to OURselves. Because Hal ended up moving in with me
and after a few months we got married. (I wanted to
secure him to me as soon as possible; I was the one who
proposed.)
We're only a few weeks away from our first Thanksgiving
together and I find that I love this time of year now.
Thanksgiving is my favorite time of year since I met
Hal. We're going to both work at the homeless shelter
this Thanksgiving Day and afterwards we're coming home
and we're taking a shower together.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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