'Shawni' goes for a ride.

“Yes, Master. Shawni your woman now.” As much as I wanted to push her to the floor and stick my cock into her, I can be patient. I was going to get what I wanted, but I don't have to rush this Thanksgiving encounter. I could see the surprise on Alison's face when instead of pushing her into position a lay on my back by her side. With a silent gesture with my hand I point at the rigid pole rising from my loins and then place my hands behind my head and wait to see what she does.

I don't have to wait long. With a strangled cry of need my 'Indian' maiden scrambles to her knees and reaches for my cock. I grin as I watch her small hands wrap around the thick shaft and pull it to her mouth. Damn that feels good. Alison has come a long way since her first tentative attempts at pleasing me with her mouth; of course, she's had a lot of practice too. Before I get a chance to settle down and enjoy her fine-tuned oral skills, Alison pulls off my cock leaving a thick wad of spittle dripping onto the head as she climbs to her feet and straddles me with her pussy right where her mouth had just left.

“I bet your bitchy puritan wife wouldn't fuck that old goat like this, would she?” Alison askes as she slowly twists her way down onto my pole. “I bet with her it was always at night, under the covers in missionary position with her nightdress pulled up just enough for her to do her duty.” It's hard to have a normal conversation when a tight pussy is riding your cock, but I manage to grunt out something about 'as God intended man and woman to join'. Alison just laughs and her pace picks up a little as she rides me. “What do you think that Pilgrim Elder thinks of this then?”

“It's a wicked sin. A blasphemous carnal sin, but it feels so good.” By now my hands are on her hips and I'm pulling her hips down to meet each upward thrust.

“Wait. It can get better.” Alison doesn't usually take the lead like this in our sex-play and I'm more than a little surprised when she carefully lifts herself and turns around, so she is facing my feet all without pulling free of my cock. “Do you like fucking this raven-haired teen, Mr. P?.” She glances back over her shoulder to judge my reaction. “Maybe you're getting tired of blondes? I bet you'd like someone different to sink your meat into.” I can't help but think about the cute friends she had over for our little Halloween sleepover in their matching costumes. Pauline had hair just like that wig she is wearing. From this angle, it really could be that shy young coed riding my cock instead of Alison. There must have been something in my reaction that confirms her suspicions but instead of getting mad at me she just smiles and goes back to riding me even harder.

“Go ahead Mr. P. You can fuck this black-haired teen as hard as you like.” With her head thrown back and her inner muscles clamped on my cock I get the sense that Alison kinda likes the idea of me fucking someone else.

I had planned on taking control right about now and putting my Indian squaw on her hands and knees, but the sudden thought of having some new teen to fuck while Alison watches me go at it makes me lose control and I pump load after load of cum up into her welcoming pussy. A few minutes later, we are sitting together side by side on the couch, the Lions game is on, but neither of us is really paying any attention to the TV. The black wig is sitting on Alison's lap, and she strokes it gently almost as if it were a kitten before turning to me with a knowing grin.

“I guess I should hold onto this wig, huh Mr. P, or get another one, maybe chestnut brown with curls?” Once again, I stammer out an awkward protest, but Alison waves it off with a little giggle and a soft kiss to my cheek.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. P.” She breathes softly into my ear. “I can't begin to tell you how thankful I am for everything you've done for me.”