The God-like colorful balloons were soaring high and so were the crowd in high spirits at the annual Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Parents lifted their children onto their shoulders, letting them get a better view of the parade. The sun was shining on that 30-degree chill day; I was dressed in my warm black leather hoodie, black and white cashmere ski mask, and Timberland boots. I felt the warmth, souring through my vitals as I watched the bundled cheering through the cold.
“It feels good seeing so many people having a great time.” A tall parade-goer with an Irish accent said to me.
“Yes, I’m glad the weather wasn’t too bad.” I affirmed. “I was worrying about the strong wind ruining the parade for everyone.”
“Yeah, it would have been a travesty if the balloons were kept firmly on the ground.” The parade-goer expressed. “The balloons are the best part of the parade!”
“I love the balloons. That’s why I come to the parade. I grew up watching it since the 1980s.”
“Are you here with your family?” He asked.
“No, I came alone. My family doesn’t like the cold.”
He laughed. “I love the cold! I am here with my wife. After the parade, we’re going to a restaurant to relish the Thanksgiving dinner.”
“Nice.” I replied.
“Gotta go and give my wife some attention. It was nice talking to you, bro. Enjoy your Thanksgiving.”
We shook hands.
After taking pictures of Snoopy, Spider-Man, Sonic the Hedgehog, and the cheerleaders, I was ready to leave. That was when my smartphone rang. I checked the number and saw Cherry, my friend.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Cherry! How are you?” I answered her call.
“Happy Thanksgiving! Are you still coming over?” She asked.
“Yeah, I am leaving the parade now and bringing sweet potato pies along.”
“Hahaha… Okay then, I’ll see you in a few.”
“No problem. Bye.”
I hopped in my new black 2014 Rolls-Royce Wraith and headed downtown. Kanye West’s Yeezus album blared from my car. When the song “Hold My Liquor” came on, I began singing it aloud. I love that song! Two young blonde-haired Caucasian girls in a white Range Rover were throwing their hands up and jamming to my music. I laughed my ass off! It was fun!
I arrived at Cherry’s Harlem brownstone in a half-hour. I rang the doorbell twice. Cherry opened the door, and she had on a tight tank top and denim jeans. She was a tall, brown-eyed beauty with long light brown hair and stunning brown eyes. She had a slim waist and mouthwatering womanly curves.
“Happy Thanksgiving!” I said before kissing her on the cheek. “It’s fucking cold out here.”
“Where is your coat?” She asked.
“I left it home.” I resumed. “Don’t like wearing heavy bubble coats. I got enough layers to keep me warm.”
“Come in, and feel at home!” Cherry said, smilingly.
As I walked inside the spacious luxury apartment, I carefully handed Cherry the sweet potato pies. Then she introduced me to her friend, Serena. She was a tall, fetching slim Ebony girl with a bright smile. Serena also had a nice set of full tits.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Serena! How are you doing?”
“I’m doing fine, thanks!” Serena answered. “Happy Thanksgiving!”
“Who else is coming over?” I asked Cherry.
“My shorty, Tommy, and his parents are coming.”
“Are you nervous about meeting his parents?”
“No, not really,” Cherry sighed.
“Don’t worry, you’ll do fine.” I assured her. “It’s Thanksgiving! They’re going to be in a great mood.”
“I just don’t want them to think we’re in a serious relationship.” Cherry confessed.
Then she walked back to the kitchen to finish cooking. I joined Serena in the living room to help with the cooking. The TV had Green Bay Packers and Detroit Lions game on, but Serena and I were not watching. I was cutting various cheeses for the macaroni, and Serena was making cornbread.
“How long you knew Cherry?”
“I have known her for two years. We work together on a photo shoot in Vegas.”
“Yeah, it was fun.”
“Cool. Is Thanksgiving one of your favorite holidays?”
“I like Thanksgiving Day. It brings a perfect time for families and friends to reflect, inspire, and give thanks to God for everything that He has done for their good.” I added. “Lately, Thanksgivings are feeling like a regular day.”
“You’re right about that.” Serena agreed.
Moments later, Tommy and his parents arrived. Tommy was a tall, Black dude with dark facial hair. He had the physique of a professional football player and his tight clothes were accentuating his athletic looks. He was quite friendly and his family greeted everybody with open arms.
Tommy’s mother and father were short, gray-haired, and full of life. They reminded me of the African-American version of Lee & Morty from the Swiffer commercials because of how energetic they were. Tommy’s parents weren’t looking aged at all.
When Serena put the music on and Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing” began playing, they began dancing. The smooth soulful sound had them very lilt. I laughed, watching them dance to the music as Tommy recorded them with the smartphone.
We all sat around and chatted, killing time until the feast was ready. We talked about Obamacare, Toronto Mayor Rob Ford, and the Government Shutdown. We were so loquacious and entertaining.
“The food is finally ready!” Cherry announced.
I was the first one with a plate. My stomach was growling like a roaring subway train. I filled my plate with a big slice of a juicy turkey, sausage stuffing, macaroni and cheese, and cornbread. The steam and aroma were emitting from my plate and I could not wait to consume all that food. I sat at the head of the dining room table feeling like the Godfather of a major crime family. After saying a quick prayer, I began eating. My mouth was full with this delicious Thanksgiving food. As I began washing it down with iced tea, the other guests soon joined me. I found it hilarious that Cherry sat next to me. She occasionally rubbed her feet against my calf that turned me on. I knew she was doing it on purpose, and I saw the sly smile on her face. We all decided to go around the table and share the things we were thankful for. As I listened, I was thinking of the right words to say.
Finally, it was Cherry turn to share.
“I’m thankful for my family and a beautiful meal with the ones I love the most.” Cherry spoke. “This is one of the best Thanksgivings ever!”
“I am thankful for my whole family, my friends, my health, and sharing this holiday with some good people.” I said. “It has been great. Thank you, Cherry, for preparing this delicious meal.”
We all started clapping, and then got back to eating. After eating two slices of sweet potato pie, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I always take my toothbrush with me if I knew I was going to eat at somebody’s house. I hate having food on my teeth. I was happy I did not have to sit on the toilet because of all the food I consume. When I came out of the bathroom, I sat in the living room to watch Planes, Trains and Automobiles. I removed my hoodie and got comfortable on the leather couch.
About three hours later, everybody started getting ready to leave. I volunteered to help Cherry clean up since I did not have any plans for the night. Serena had a movie date with her boyfriend, and she left with Tommy and his family after Cherry gave them doggy bags full of food and snacks. When Cherry locked the door, we cleaned the mess in no time. I took care of the dishes while she washed the dining room table and floors. It was quite a joyful workout for us. Mack Wild’s “Own It” blared from the living room, which kept us going.
Finally, we sat in the living room feeling exhausted and perspiring for the exertion we went through. Cherry was fanning her face to cool herself off.
“I am so tired and damp. Is it alright if I take my shirt off?” She asked me.
“Sure, you can. It is your house.” I told her.
“I don’t want to arouse you too much.” Cherry jested, giving me wink.
“Trust me; it won’t be the first time I sat next to a half-naked woman. Just make sure you don’t smell like cheese.”
“Shut up,” Cherry reproached me laughingly. “My body never stinks.”
Cherry pulled her shirt over her head, and smiled. The black bra she wore barely held her big boobs. The sight of her half-nakedness aroused me in a matter of seconds. She leaned over so I could inhale her musky odor. Her sweat fortified the intoxicating aroma of her perfume.
“Yeah, you do smell good.”
We gave each other a meaningful look, knowing the sexual tension that encompassed our bodies. We kissed each other, locking our lips avidly. It was on! Cherry removed her bra, exposing her marvelous tits. I swirled my wet tongue around her erect nipples, sucking them. Cherry moaned softly. I enjoyed teasing the irritable puffy pair.
We walked hand in hand into her bedroom. I laid her on the bed and yanked her jeans down. Cherry’s naked form was a remarkable sight. I began stripping down as I marveled her body. Then I slipped down beside her. We began exploring each other with our hands, enjoying all the sensual touching. As we kissed passionately, I was squeezing her erect nipples while she massaged my dick. I lowered myself, going down on Cherry. Her aroma intrigued me. I began licking, fingering, and sucking her pussy. She moaned softly. Her impulsive response incited me to circumscribe around her pierced clitoris and lick her vagina, then penetrating it with my tongue. Cherry shrieked, and cumed passionately. I let her sex juices ooze out and trickle down her ass cheeks.
I slowly inserted my dick into her pussy. She was wet and yet a little tight. The pleasure ignited every nerve of my shaft as it slid through her welcoming canal. Cherry pulled me closer and bucked, undulating her hips. I resumed pushing in and pulling out of her at a slow pace, but steadily picking up the speed.
“Oh yes, mmm… fuck me with that big dick!” She murmured.
We developed our rhythm in unison. The thrusts that I made synchronized with the motion of her hips. The bed rocked to our tempo. I filled every inch of Cherry’s pussy with my dick, which had her moaning and groaning deliriously.
“You want this dick, baby!” I yelled.
“Yeah… oh yeah… mmm…” Cherry chanted.
Her entire body shook under me. The pleasure was too much for her; she couldn’t speak or howl in lust, but racked my back and bit her own lip.
“That’s right, your pussy’s mine! I’m going to rip your pussy.”
I kept on fucking her faster and harder. The perspiration was racing down my body. I pushed deeper; Cherry shrieked as she drove her nails into my skin. The pain swiftly turned into pleasure and I felt myself getting up to the edge. After a few more hard pumps, I showered the jizz on Cherry’s stomach.
“Give me that cum!” Cherry demanded, as she licked and sucked my dick to keep it erect.
Cherry got on all fours and began running her fingers over her wet pussy, seducing me to proceed. I slid my dick in her asshole and resumed ravishing her. I watched as my dick enter and exit her hole. I knew I was giving her every inch of my shaft as I felt my balls banging against her pussy. The pleasure made me animalistic as I started slapping her ass and pulling her hair.
“Oh, my God, you’re hitting my spot!” She screamed.
As I continued ramming into her, she cumed on my dick while teasing her drenched pussy. Like a she-wolf, she threw her head back and hollered. The dirty words she mouthed in extreme pleasure, made me push the shaft to her hilt.
After I ejaculated and collapsed, feeling satiated all over. The aroma of our pounding passion filled the room; the mingled aroma of sex and sweat permeated the air around us. We looked at each other and laughed.
“I am very thankful for this Thanksgiving heat!” I chuckled.
“Mmm…” she cooed as I claimed her lips for another lip-lock.
Gianni Shamari was born and raised in Harlem, New York. Gianni graduated from City College in 2009, received a Bachelors of Arts degree in English and Science with a minor in Creative Writing. Gianni always had a passion for writing since Elementary School. He had many composition books filled with stories about his favorite superheroes and video games. Gianni enjoys expressing freely on paper and sharing his ideas with the world. Writing is just a big part of Gianni's life. He made his publishing debut with the epic tale, "Another Best Erotic Night Of My Life" in the 2016 The Very Best of Bare Back Magazine anthology