by Gianni Shamari 

The Thanksgiving Day started out inside the chef’s kitchen in myPark Avenuetriplex. I was seasoning the turkey wings and vegetables; meanwhile, Monica was cutting cheese for the macaroni. We were in the zone getting it on with our culinary, listening to Beyoncé's Lemonade album. I looked at Monica, inwardly appreciating her for giving me the helping hand. She looked radiant, sporting a short side part hairstyle. 

“This is the first time we are cooking together.” I said. “Thanks for helping me out.”
 
“You’re welcome. You know I have some of that soul flavor in my cooking.” Monica smiled “Who else is coming over for Thanksgiving?” 
 
“The wild Starr sisters! They’re Polish girls and the hottest siblings in the adult entertainment business.”
 
“Great! This should be fun. Do they like girls?”
 
“They love girls. You’re going to love Natalia. She’s the wild Barbie-type with the long blonde hair and nice tits. She almost reminds me of your wifey, Samantha.”
 
“Wow. I hope she can handle me.”
 
“Don’t worry, she will,” I assured her. “It’s Thanksgiving anyway! They’re going to be in a great mood.”
 
“I just want to devour a nice juicy pussy before the day ends,” Monica confessed. “Since Samantha is having Thanksgiving with her family in Florida, I have had pussy on my mind after she left. How long have you known the Starr sisters?”
 
“I have known them for almost a year. I met them at this infamous swinging party in SoHo. It was dope!”
 
“Oh, really.”
 
“Yeah, we had a threesome in front of a bunch of people. It felt like I was on a porn set. If you were there, you would have had a ball!”
 
Finally, the food was cooking slowly in the oven. We sat in the living room feeling exhausted and perspiring for the exertion we went through in the kitchen. I switched the TV on and went through channel surfing. We weren’t in the mood to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, The Honeymooners marathon, and Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. Waiting for the Starr sisters, I decided to put Scarface on to entertain us.
 
A few hours later, they showed up beaming like cheerleaders. Natasha, the brunette beauty with tattoos, was older. Natalia was the platinum-blonde cutie. Both sisters had flat stomachs, long legs, and could have bras fitting their juicy boobs. People often mistook them for twins but it wasn’t hard for me to perceive the expensive perfume wafting from their bodies.
 
“Happy Thanksgiving! How was the Thanksgiving Day parade?” I asked them.
 
“It was nice but well crowded,” Natasha answered.
 
“Now, I remember why I left NYC for L.A,” Natalia said softly. “It’s just too fucking cold out here.”
 
“Yes, it’s cold out here,” I affirmed. “I’d rather stay home and watch it on TV. This is my friend Monica. She’s from Florida.”
 
“I wish I was in Florida now,” Natalia admitted with a wink.

“Don’t worry, doll face! I’ll keep you warm.” Monica flirted.
 
“And she really means it,” I said, grinning. “A Predator, always ready for a reason.”
 
It was obvious that Monica liked Natalia. She asked her, “Do you like girls?”
 
“Yes, I like girls and men as well,” Natalia answered.
 
“I’ll turn you all the way up.”
 
“You think you can handle me, Predator?”
 
Monica nodded. “I’ll turn you all the way up, my Polish Barbie.”
 
 
Minutes later, we were all in the living room drinking and talking.Scarface was still playing on the flat screen, but we really weren’t watching the movie. We had other things on our minds besides food, like sex.
 
Finally, I said, “Let’s do that photo shoot now that I promised Y'all. The lighting is perfect, I have the camera and I am ready to put together the 2017 GoodFella$ calendar.”
 
“Cool.” Natasha agreed. “I am ready to get out of these layers of clothes.”
 
“I’m with it if Monica does it with us,” Natalia suggested.
 
“You like me,” Monica said; her cheeks flushed instantaneously.
 
“Well, do you want to be in the photo shoot with them?” I asked Monica.
 
With a smile, Monica shifted in her seat and whispered in my ear, “I didn’t come here to model.”
 
“The photo shoot is the prelude to the sex,” I said. It was a hint, sound enough to incite any girl on track.
 
Monica bit her lip, looked at the Starr sisters, and hopped up.
 
The trio stripped out of their clothes and changed into colorful GoodFellas bra-and-panties set. They looked terrific together. I began snapping away and not surprisingly they had a natural ease in front of the camera. They didn’t need any directions from me. They nailed their poses effortlessly. Each photograph went further provocative than the previous one. Monica and Natalia were soon making out. By the way, they were kissing it was obvious they were really into it especially Monica. She kissed Natalia’s lips before slowly moving down to suck and lick one of her tits. All twenty shots were lust-worthy and flawless.
 
“Awesome job, ladies!” I told them. “I cannot wait to share these exclusive photos with the world!”
 
After the photo shoot, we participated in the popular mannequin challenge that lasted about ten minutes when I decided to play an advanced copy of The Hamilton Mixtape. No sooner the music began playing in the background than the wild Starr sisters started dancing very suggestively. They were moving closer to each other. Monica and I watched in awe as the Starr duo made some ass-bumping and hip-grinding. The French kissing, teasing of pussies, and grabbing of tits had us turned on like a shot.
 
Natalia made funny twerks in front of Monica, whose pretty face leveled with Natalia’s creamy ass. Clutching at her wide hips and pushing those supple ass cheeks apart, Monica wormed her tongue into her partner’s asshole. Natalia grunted like a sow as Monica circled her sphincter with her pointy tongue, flicking at it. She fondled Natalia’s toned skin up, reaching those juicy boobs and cupping them to keep her lingual momentum. She was eating at Natalia’s funny, moving her tongue at the perfect pace.

“Oh, my God!” Natalia yelled. “You’re lapping my ass so good! Don’t stop! Ahh…”
 
Her expressions made me laugh. I never heard a woman getting so excited at her ass being eaten. Monica was really into her work covering more of Natalia’s crack with each wet swipe of tongue. Rubbing Natalia’s pussy, as if she knew her goal, kept turning this darling on. Natalia moved her hips in a zero all over Monica’s face.
 
“That’s right, girl! Shake that ass all over my face!” Monica told her.
 
“You’re makin’ me cum!” Natalia quivered.
 
Monica rubbed Natalia’s clit harder. Screaming, Natalia trembled with an intense orgasm. Monica continued her rubbing action that had Natalia squirting. Natalia couldn’t take that erotic sensation any longer. She spun around and showered Monica’s face with kisses. She seemed to have fallen in love with The Predator.
 
“Oh, my God, you had me squirting like a thunderstorm,” Natalia said. “You have me sprung. Tell me what you want. I’ll be your new sex prey. Really!”
 
“Oh, yeah.” Monica smiled as she gave Natalia a deep French kiss.
 
Monica still stuck in her predator mode, got between Natalia’s open thighs and feasted on her soaked pussy. The scent, flavor, and wetness of the cunt drove Monica wild as she eagerly ate Natalia out. She flicked her tongue on Natalia’s throbbing clit, licking it side to side, and finally gluing her mouth to the pussy.
 
“Oh, my God! Baby…” Natalia howled.
 
She grabbed Monica’s head, pushing it deep into her accessible wet pussy, begging her to continue all the while. Her flat tummy tightened as the pleasure reached its peak. squealing aloud, Natalia climaxed squirting anew over Monica’s face. The latter licked the girlie nectar, swallowing as much as she could.
 
I laid Natasha on the couch and removed her moist panties. After sucking her spectacular tits, I slobbered her belly down to the groins and went on admiring her nicely trimmed pussy. I massaged her clit with my thumb and so, lowered my head. Lashing my tongue out, I swirled into her right away. Her aroma, more intoxicating than the perfumes ever known, drove me crazy as I went deeper in worshipping her love box.
 
Strained her torso and bucking her hips, she settled down. “Oh, shit! Fuck! Yes!” She cooed in a rhythm, inadvertently driving me untamed. I maintained the exceptional work, pleasuring her to moaning and perspiring. She moved under me, pinching her hard nipples. Arching her back and shrieking, she fondled my head letting me devour her pussy up no end.
 
“Yes, eat me Maré! Lick me all day. Fuck me with that big black cock of yours. Please!” She implored.
 
I rose high on knees and hovered between her thighs. Moaning gleefully at the sensation of squirming pussy canal over my shaft, I fucked her. Letting my momentum be picked, I moved my hips faster and harder each time. She responded, groaning in that husky note, by thrusting her hips and getting enough of me down to her depth.

“That’s right, baby, take this dick!” I said.
 
“Yes, keep fucking me with that big cock.” Natasha cried. “I… love it! You… huh… feel so good!”
 
Natasha’s encouragement was an incitation for me comply with our mutual desire and pleasure. Her groans synchronized with the rap music. The aroma of sweltering sex pervaded the room. Her face and neck flushed enough to my perception. Her eyes rolled around, mouth opened wide, and I could tell she was nearing her release.
 
“Yes, daddy!” She panted hoarsely. “I’m cumming! Oh, my God!”
 
“Yes, cum on this dick, my Polish queen!”
 
I reamed her pussy like there was no tomorrow. Natasha’s stomach quivered with her pussy. Her legs trembled and She hollered, as her sexual tension copiously oozed out. Natasha’s love juice drenched my chocolate cock. Her cunt dripped like a fresh pink flower, wet in the dew!
 
“Oh, my God,” Natasha said when her orgasm subsided. “I’ve never had it that hard and smooth before.”
 
I sat on the couch still catching my breath. Milky cum gushed out of Natasha’s pussy when she settled on my cock. She leaned forward, her tits pressed against my chest. I cupped her ass and we began fucking each other wildly. My dick was doing things to Natasha’s body that blew her mind. She moaned, tossing her hair about like a sex-craved savage.
 
“Ohhh, this dick is so good!” Natasha warbled. “It is perfect for my pussy. What are you doing to me? I’m a whore for your cock.”
 
Natasha humped up and down on my dick. I felt myself getting close to cumming as her tits bounced rapidly in my face. I moved my hips, up and down to meet with outcome most pleasurable.
 
“Oh, shit, I’m fucking cumming!” I declared.
 
Natasha jumped off my cock and got on her knees with her tongue sticking out. I arched my back and released the warm cum into her mouth. She consumed every drop like the great Polish freak she was.
 
“Thanks for giving me that hot cum,” Natasha said.
 
“You’re welcome! That was iconic! Can we do it again?”
 
“Anytime, Nature Boy!" Natasha promised. "I’m always down for a great fuck!”
 
“Deal,” I exclaimed.
 
Regaining a quick composure, we went to the bathroom to freshen up. The wild cluster sex put us in a fantastic mood and we were ready to have our Thanksgiving dinner. We filled our plates with BBQ turkey wings, macaroni, and cheese, brown rice and vegetables. Then we all sat at the dining room table. This was perhaps the first time in our lives that we were having Thanksgiving dinner half-dressed. After saying a quick prayer, we began eating. Our mouths were full of the delicious nourishment. Surprisingly, the erotic aroma was still in the air. We all decided to go around the table and share the things we were thankful for.
 
“I am thankful for orgasms,” Natasha said with a giggle.
 
“I am thankful for getting my pussy eaten by the Predator.” Natalia smiled.
 
“I am thankful for wet, luscious pussy.” Monica winked at Natalia.
 
“And I am thankful for… my blessings, family, friends, and great sex with Natasha,” I added. “Salute!”
 
I don’t know if Thanksgiving Day would be epic like this next year, but I am certain this won’t be the last time Monica and I devour the Starr sisters.

The End.

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