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Three-Way Thanksgiving Pie-Eating Contest… on Her Pussy

She’ll let one of the three of us pop her cherry. We have to prove ourselves worthy of being the one- I’m up for the challenge!

My friends Adrian and Carter and I are at a Thanksgiving dinner party that’s ended up turning into a feast of a different sort.

Adrian’s good friend Samantha, a curvy goddess if I’ve ever seen one, had just agreed to let us take her virginity and she’d even let us get started publicly.

But somehow she still looks a little shy and she had asked us to take her into this separate room of the house. She takes her long chestnut colored braid and pulls it over her shoulder. It does little to hide her full, bare breasts.

Fuck, she’s sexy. Hourglass curves, but even more soft and lush. She blushes, looking down at her nude body, exposed to us all. It’s charming. I can’t wait to see her riding my cock.

“Look, honey,” I say walking up to comfort her. “You’re safe with Aiden, Carter and me. We’ll make sure you lose your virginity in the best way possible.”

“Thanks, Ethan,” she said, and bats those gorgeous eyelids at me shyly yet seductively.

I touch her narrow shoulder gently. She looks up at me, her deep-amber eyes hidden behind long dark lashes. Her cheeks are pink. She bites her lip, making it redder. I know she’s turned on. She’s ready to become a woman, but she’s nervous.

I trace a finger across her back, watching as her skin turns pink under my touch. Then I wrap my bare arm around her shoulders. She huddles a little into my side, taking the opportunity to warm herself up against me.

Aiden looks pissed. He crosses his brutish arms in front of his chest and glares daggers at me.

I know he wants to take her first. He wants her virginity. He wants it so bad he is half-way sick with desire. But we all bought her virginity together and I’m not going to give up so easily.

I pull Samantha further into my arms, grin at Aiden and give him a wink. He looks like he wants to punch me.

“It’s cold in this drafty dining room, Aiden. Why don’t we take Samantha to the living room for a bit,” I suggest. “Warm her up by the fireplace?”

I take the beautiful woman’s narrow chin in my fingers and raise it, so she looks into my eyes. She trembles in my arms.

“Would you like to warm up, Samantha?” I ask. “Just for a bit?”

She nods. Her amber eyes flit to mine and then away. She’s so shy, but I know she has fire in her. I saw it in the auction. We just need to get her to relax and then her sexual prowess will be free.

Keeping her safely tucked in my arms, I lead her through the large wooden double doors that separate Aiden’s formal dining room from his large living room.

The living room is enormous. I think it is a bit ostentatious. I would blame my friend, but I know he inherited this mansion. I built mine. Something I’m immensely proud of.

Once we pass through the doors, Samantha flees from my arms and goes to stand before the roaring fire in the large fireplace. The flames warm her bare ivory skin. She’s backlit, giving us a beautiful view of the soft, inviting curve of her belly and the swell of her full hips.

My breath catches. She really is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Her legs are so long and thick. They curve slightly in all the right places. Her feet are dainty. I want those legs and feet wrapped around my waist as soon as possible.

Aiden elbows me in the back, knocking me to the side slightly. It brings me out of my fantasies.

He passes me and goes to sit on one of the blue velvet couches before the fire place. He is the larger, more muscular man, but I’m no slouch. We wrestled together in college. I could get the best of him. I have before.

I just have to be smarter than he is. I will get my way.

Carter follows Aiden and joins him on the same couch. They both lean back and put their arms over the back of the couch. They stare at Samantha, like she’s going to dance for them.

I can tell by the breath she sucks in that their movements have made her more nervous. I hurry to the fireplace, determined to ease her and get things moving in the direction I want.

“I suggest we have a contest for your love.” I take her slender fingers in my hands. “Let’s have you decide who you want to take your virginity, by showing you who is the best lover.”

Aiden laughs behind me.

“Ethan, please,” he grumbles. “I’m the strongest and that makes me the best lover.” He leans forward and looks Samantha in the face. “I could lift up your curvy body and fuck you up against the wall.”

Samantha hisses in a breath. Her cheeks burn again. One of her hands traces down her bare belly and gently touches her folds. I don’t think she’s aware of what she’s doing. She’s lost to desire.

“Let’s have a pie eating contest!” I suggest.

Aiden, Carter, and Samantha turn to stare at me wide-eyed. Aiden laughs again and shakes his head.

“What?” Carter asks.

“It’s Thanksgiving,” I explain. “We’ve had our meal, now let’s have our desert. I saw a number of flavors of pie in the kitchen. Let’s each take a slice, put it in Samantha’s sweet pussy and eat her out. She’ll decide who eats her out the best; who makes her come the best. That will be the man to take her first.”

It’s a wild idea, but I felt my cock twitch at the notion. I love to pleasure a woman. I do whatever I can to make my lovers come and I have an expert tongue.

Carter thinks for a minute, scratching his chin.

“I’m game,” he finally says. “I love eating pussy and I love eating pie. The combination sound delicious.”

He gets up and walks over to Samantha, then bends down to give her a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“I bet you taste better than pie,” I hear him whisper in her ear.

Samantha leans into Carter. He traces light kisses down her neck, then sucks on her shoulder some.

Samantha moans.

“Oh yes, eat me,” she mumbles.

I brush a few dark hairs that have escaped her braid away from her face. She catches my fingers in her own and sticks them in her mouth. She sucks my finger tightly and looks me in the eyes. I know she’s ready.

Aiden stands. He rings a bell and tells the maid who answers to bring in the pies from the kitchen. While we’re waiting, I try to figure out the best place to have such a messy contest. We can’t do it on one of Aiden’s antique couches. Pie will never come out of the velvet.

I spot a wooden desk just to the side of the room.

“Aiden. Carter. Let’s pull that desk over here in front of the fire.” I point. “That way Samantha will still be warm during the contest.”

The three of us quickly take everything off the desk and carry it to the middle of the room. Carter grabs a nearby throw and spreads the woven blanket over the wood top.

I grab a pillow.

Aiden takes Samantha’s hand. He kisses it, then gentlemanly helps her up onto the table. She lays back on the hard surface just as the cart full of pies is wheeled in.

I eye all the available flavors: Pecan, Apple, Key Lime, Lemon Meringue, Chocolate Meringue, and of course, Pumpkin, the king of pies. The thoughtful maid has even included a bottle of whipped cream.

“How do we decide who gets what?” Carter asks.

Overwhelmed by choices, I shrug. Aiden walks determinedly over to the cart and palms the pumpkin pie. He spins the pie plate a little in his hands and raises a challenging eyebrow at me. I frown at him. Pumpkin is my first choice too.

“No pecan!” Samantha’s beautiful voice says as she waits on the desk.

That seems reasonable. I look over our choices again with Carter.

“I think lemon and lime might be bad too,” I suggest.

He nods and takes the apple. He looks at it a few minutes and then scoops a fingerful for a taste. Seeming satisfied, he nods.

I give him a questioning look.

“No cinnamon,” he explains, with a shrug. “I figured that might hurt too.”

I look back at the cart. That leaves me with one choice: Chocolate Meringue. That will do very well. I pick up my pie and grab the whipped cream too.

Pies in hand, the three of us approach Samantha who is basking in the firelight. She pants a little bit in anticipation. She bites her lip again, her eyes wide and reflecting the dancing flames.

Aiden grabs my shoulder and pushes me forward.

“Your idea,” he grunts, “you go first.”

I shrug off his hand and approach the beautiful woman. Her knees are raised, and her legs tremble a little bit. Her pink pussy is bare before me. I run a hand up the middle of one thigh and down the other. She gasps at my touch.

I smile. It’s going to be easy to make her come.

“Just relax, darling,” I coo. “This might be a little cold.”

I scoop out a handful of Chocolate Meringue pie. Holding the pie in one hand, I gently tease Samantha’s folds open. Then I quickly push the pie in her pussy.

Her hips jump.

“Oh, God!” she squeals.

Before she can get too comfortable, I drop my face to her pie filled crotch and stick my tongue out. With the point of my tongue, I flick a small flake of chocolate bar shavings into my mouth.

Samantha’s hips buck again.

“It’s so cold and your mouth is so warm,” she moans, rocking her head back and forth.

I trace my tongue up one side of her slit, scooping up a mouthful of meringue. The cream mixes will with her sweet pussy juices.

Her virgin snatch is just as pure and clean as I expected. After swallowing my mouthful, I trace the other side of her folds.

“Ooooo,” she moans.

I rise a bit on my knees and lick up her slit till I find the hood of her clit. It’s buried under some yummy chocolate filling. I eat the chocolate off her sensitive bead by twisting my tongue in little circles.

Samantha moans again. Her thighs jut and lock onto my face. Ignoring her squeezes, I lick her clit harder and faster. Her hips hump my face. She leans forward a bit and runs her hands through my hair, pulling slightly. It feels good. Knowing she’s enjoying herself, I let the beautiful girl pull my face forward into her legs.

I stick my tongue out as far as I can and hold it rigid. It eases gently into her warm chocolate -filled pussy.

I start fucking her with my tongue gently, but her movements and moans urge me to go faster. I twist my tongue, penetrating her deeper and harder. I pull all the chocolate filling out of her, cleaning her out and swallow it greedily.

“Oh God,” she moans. “That feels so good. I can’t wait to feel your cock.”

I grin to myself. Samantha’s close. Meringue clings to her lower lips. Ready to send her over the edge and win this contest, I scoop some up with my tongue and trace it down to her puckered, pink asshole.

“What?!” she pants. “Your tongue is in my ass! Oh, God!”

I slurp up all the cream lining her ass and stuck my warm tongue in her hole. I flick it a few times before running it up her whole length to circle her clit again.

Her lower lips tighten, and her pussy walls clinch before my eyes. I stick my tongue, ridged-hard, into her pussy and let her walls pulse around me.

Samantha comes. She lets out a low moan and quivers delightedly. I sit back pleased with myself. I can tell it is a good orgasm.

But my pleasure doesn’t last long. Carter pushes me out of the way and towels Samantha off.

“My turn,” he says, lowering himself to his knees. “Ready, baby?”

“Mmmhmmm,” Samantha moans.

I sit on the couch to watch. Samantha drops her head to one side and winks at me. Then she blows me a kiss. I feel a smile cover my face.

What a girl!

Cater scoops up some of his apple pie but he doesn’t just push it into Samantha’s pussy like I did. He teases her open, tracing his fingers gently on her folds.

Then he takes a baked apple slice and sticks it in her asshole. He gathers up a few more slices and pushes them into her pussy. It isn’t quite fair, I think. The apple slices are harder than my cream pie was. They will probably almost feel like fingers prying her open.

I look back to Samantha’s face. Her eyes are distant and wide. The effect Carter creates is pleasurable to her.

Carter leans forward and licks her pussy. He sucks and gobbles the apple slices out of her. As he feasts, my gaze gets caught on Samantha’s face. Her eyes find and fixate on my own. Her perfect pink lips open slightly.

Watching her get eaten out is greatly turning me on. My dick hardens. I was turned on while I ate her, but this is more.

The desire that runs through her body, the way it causes her skin to flush and her face to contort, it’s too much for me to handle. I find myself unzipping my pants, easing them down and taking my cock in my hands.

Samantha watches, wide eyed as I stroke myself. It seems to turn her on more. Her glance moves down the couch and as I follow her eyes, I see that Aiden also has his cock out and is pumping himself hard. His dick is just as long and thick as mine is, both of us pushing ten inches or more.

I look back to Samantha. Her mouth is almost watering as she looks at our two meat rods. Aiden and I stand. We move towards her, unable to stop ourselves. Aiden goes to one side of the desk and I the other. We hold our cocks to either side of her face and pump them. Pre-cum starts to drip off mine.

Samantha looks at us wide-eyed and full of desire. I run my eyes over her body. Every inch of her generous curves are tight. Desire has clamped down all her muscles.

Her belly quivers and shakes as she vibrates from Carter’s attention. My eyes focus on her full, heavy breasts. Her nipples stand erect and flushed pink. They are begging to be touched. But not yet.

Carter leans in closer. He sucks Samantha’s pussy lips between his own. She arches her back, clearly loving the sensation.

“Oh God!” she breathes. “I’m going to…”

Her eyes close and her mouth widens in a silent scream. Her whole-body trembles and quakes. Her hips thrust into Carter’s face. When she settles a bit, he stands and smacks her on the ass.

“Atta girl,” he praises her. “Two in a row.”

Dropping his cock, Aiden grabs his pumpkin pie and changes positions with Carter.

“Let’s go for three in a row,” he tells Samantha. “Sound good, baby?”

She quickly nods her head and pants.

Aiden drops to his knees. He grabs a handful of pumpkin pie and smears it all over Samantha’s pussy, ass and stomach. He starts licking her all over.

After two orgasms, Samantha is super sensitive. She flinches and twists under Aiden’s tongue. He grabs her legs and holds her in place, dominating her.

Watching her writhe, makes me stroke my cock again. I see that Carter has his out and is doing the same thing.

Samantha stretches and throws her head back. She is lost in ecstasy.

Not caring about the contest anymore, I reach for the bottle of whipped cream. I spray cream on each of her large breasts, covering the hard, sensitive nipples.

Samantha twists her head my way and stares at me. I lower myself to my knees and start sucking her nipple. Carter grabs the other one. We suck and lick her nipples, teasing till she starts screaming.

I glance down and see that Aiden in face-first in her pussy.

He has her ass cheeks clenched in his hands.

Samantha is pumping and fucking his face hard as she can.

Her belly clenches and I can tell that her next orgasm is going to be something entirely new.

Her breath picks up. Her hips twist, fighting against Aiden’s grasp.

Carter sucks one nipple and I pinch the other.

She starts screaming out her pleasure, then slams her pussy down on Aiden’s tongue.

As she does, a small gust of juices bursts from her pussy.

She squirts a few more times, screaming with each burst.

As her orgasm subsides, she slumps into the desk, her limbs tired and loose.

The three of us stand and look at each other.

Aiden wipes pussy juice off his face.

He grins at me.

“I would say there is a clear winner,” he says. “Wouldn’t you, baby?”

“Mmmhmm,” Samantha hums. “All of you ate me out so good. We had dessert, but I’m ready for cock now. Aiden, take me. Make me a woman.”

I was slightly disappointed that I wasn’t the winner, but it really didn’t matter.

I knew I would have her soon.

And watching Samantha cum over and over was half the fun.

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