Thanksgiving 2013 - 4) Friday Winter in the Park

Friday - Winter in the Park

We all slept in late on Friday morning, I’d slipped back into bed with Uncle Robert just after sunrise, and he’d spooned against my back, half waking up, to cup my breast as we both drifted back to sleep. I roused about 10am, drifting gently back into the world to find Uncle Robert had turned me onto my back, and hooked my legs wide apart with his ankle, spreading my naked body for his pleasure, and mine. His hand was between my legs, a finger gently stroking my throbbing clit to the edge of orgasm, as he teased my right breast with lips, tongue, and teeth, nibbling and sucking deliciously. I moaned as I stroked the back of his head, murmuring a good morning to let him know I was awake, which signalled him to start rubbing my clit a little faster, with a bit more pressure, and to start biting my tittie harder. Uncle Robert likes tormenting my breasts, and when he has me this worked up, I love it just as much, the pain and pleasure easily pushing me over the top, to a wonderful climax, which he held me at for several minutes.

I was busy sucking Uncle Robert when Master Mark walked into my bedroom, carrying two cups of coffee for us, putting them down, then kneeling to caress my face, telling me to tilt my head further back. My Master fondled my breasts, telling me I was a good girl, as my uncle’s prick now slid full depth into my throat, his balls resting on my nose. Uncle Robert began thrusting slowly in and out with full, slow strokes, not even slowing the pace with which his mouth was sucking on my cunny as he expertly brought us both to a climax at the same moment. I now had two lovely men to cuddle me through the after tremors of orgasm, then escort me to the bathroom for a group shower that was as much about fondling wet bodies as it was about getting them clean.

We joined Mom and Grandad downstairs after a while, for a leisurely breakfast, before getting dressed to go to the Mall. It was absolute bedlam in the stores, far too crowded to enjoy shopping, everything messed up on the rails, and massive queues for the fitting rooms.  The only highlight, was that Mark took us over to a rack of summer tops, and instructed us to try a couple on, saying he and Grandad would hold our coats, then he asked for our blouses, so Mom and I stood in our bras, trying on clothes. We even had to try a couple of skirts as well, ending up with just bra and panties when a sales assistant came over and asked us to use the fitting rooms instead, at which point we left the store and gave up on shopping.

We headed up the I-4 to Winter Park, stopping off at Subway for Soup and a Sub, then going on to West Meadow in Central Park, where the city’s annual holiday ice skating rink is set up for “Winter in the Park.” They had started two weeks before, but we always left it to be part of the Thanksgiving celebrations, and since it was on till after New Year, we usually fitted in a couple more trips before it closed down. It’s only 30 miles from home, so it was easy to get to, about 40 minutes if you miss the rush hour traffic.

We all got skates from the hire desk, even Grandad who’s quite a good skater for his age, though not as fast as we younger ones, and we had a magnificent couple of hours on the ice. I got to skate with everyone, and Mark even paired me on the speed skate session, although we came seventh out of twelve pairs, but it was totally thrilling. We stopped for a hot cup of Gingerbread Chocolate, then watched some of the kids skating, admiring their skill at the really complex routines they were doing so effortlessly.

Dinner in the evening

By this time it was early evening, and we weren’t far from The Coq Au Vin, a wonderful little French restaurant, where we had enjoyed a most delicious meal on my birthday last year, so Mark suggested we drop by on our way home. Everyone agreed, so we strolled back to the car and made our way there, Mom and I saying we were looking forward to enjoying some Coq, which made us all laugh, and earned both of us a swat across the butt from our Master.

When we walked in the atmosphere in the restaurant was just as  magical as I remembered, nice seductive dim lighting with time-honoured French music playing in the background, but still quiet, with a very homely feel to it. Most of the diners seemed to be friendly local people, which added to the general ambience, unlike the more touristy places, and in all we had a wonderful evening.

Although we’d eaten light all day, we were still feeling the effects of our overindulgence yesterday, so we chose from the menu of lighter meals, with smaller servings, which is another thing I like about this restaurant.  We had succulent Beef tenderloin, topped with a Bleu Cheese crust, in a port wine mushroom sauce, served with seasonal vegetables and potatoes.  It taste so good!

For dessert, we went for the souffles.  We ordered the Grand Marnier souffle for the guys, and the Crepe Suzette for Mom and I, and received a complimentary Caramel Souffle!  The souffles here are incredible...its so light and rich, so they were definitely worth ordering!

After we’d enjoyed our meal, we went on the small dance floor for several quiet, smoochy dances, as well as some pieces that were suitable for a slow Latin dance, Mark taking the opportunity to make me Shine and Spin, as he had last year. Quite a few times my skirt lifted high, considering it wasn’t a proper dance outfit, or I managed to flick the hem right up, so my panties were exposed, and performed a sashay back to Mark with my hem held high enough that he said he could see the satin bow on my waistband.

I was so excited to be displayed like this as I danced with my wonderful Master, that I could feel my pussy lips sliding from the juice in my slit. I had a couple of dances with Uncle Robert as well, who loved to spin me round him, and dip me while he slid his hand up my leg, taking my skirt with it, at one point even getting his fingers onto the damp crotch of my panties.

We walked back to the table, and Grandad said there were several of the other diners watching me when my undies were on show, some of them even nudged their partners to point out some of my faster spins. Grandad doesn’t do Latin, but he’s a good traditional dancer, and enjoyed taking the floor with me, especially when he got his finger pressed against the side of my breasts.

Once again it had been a fantastic time, and a lovely end to the days events.

When we arrived home, Mark had Mom and I stand in front of them to undress for Sanctification in front of everyone again, and it crossed my mind that he had something in store, but I couldn’t dream how he could make this ceremony any better than it had been these last two nights. For our unique ceremony tonight, we were to remain on our knees, while our sanctification was brought to us, and Mom was instructed to start her request.

Grandad stepped forward, and presented his prick to Mom’s lips, whereon she took him lovingly into her mouth, then her throat, till her nose rested against his pubic mound, holding position for the required seven seconds, before drawing back and thanking him. My own petition was next, then my Grandad stepped before me, his cock head against my lips, but his hand at the side of my face, so I was stopped from moving forward. As I looked across, Uncle Robert went over to Mom, and took up an identical position by his sister, cock to lips, and at a nod from my Sir, they both eased forward to signal us to continue. My heart swelled as I took Grandad into my mouth, trying to provide him the most reverent penetration I could, in full synchronisation with my Mom.

Then when Mom took her Master’s prick, I took my Uncle’s. Next Mom took her Dad’s shaft inside her smooth shaven pussy, while my Sir cleansed my mouth for the third time, and all of our loving family then shared in making us sanctified threefold. I ended in tears just thinking how much my Sir cared for Mom and I, to arrange this exquisite change to our service, which now tied us more firmly together, in bonds of love.

It seemed impossible that I could be any more content, but then the sleeping arrangements meant that I got to spend the whole night with Mark in the guest room, and we talked for a couple of hours before I fell asleep on his chest, while he stroked my hair. Mom joined Robert in my room, and they went off holding hands, her head resting on his shoulder. Grandad was all on his own in the main bedroom, but Master Mark instructed me to go and suck him off to a climax, if he wanted, which I did with the utmost tenderness, then returned to my Sir’s bed.

:-)