Thanksgiving Tryst

Tisha loved the feel of the open road. The soft purr of her Corvette as it glided along the road like butter in a pan was exhilarating. She drummed her long white nails on the steering wheel in time to the music. These windy country roads were the perfect place for her to test out the handling on her graduation present.

Some might have called her parents irresponsible for buying her a sports car as a reward for graduating NYU top of her class. The same people would have chastised her folks for going on a cruise over Thanksgiving instead of hosting a wholesome family meal. But Tisha was certainly not one of them. She loved the car and doing the holiday with her sister's in-laws meant that this Thanksgiving would give her the opportunity to do something she had been aching to do for a very long time.

She was going to fuck her sister's husband.

Tisha downshifted and felt the roar of the engine as more power coursed through to the tires and pressed her back into the seat. She marveled at how her dark skin blended in with the dark leather interior of this beautiful machine.

Tisha tapped the breaks gently as she negotiated a sharp turn. The road narrowed and the trees on either side pressed in closer. The sun had dipped below the trees and it was starting to get dark.

What is it with rich white people and wanting to live in the middle of nowhere?

Tisha was not especially excited about being a black girl out in the middle of the northern Vermont forest. She had seen "Get Out". But her sister, Laronda, had been bragging nonstop about the gorgeous mansion Laronda’s in-laws had, and Tisha couldn't stand her sister having anything that Tisha didn't, houses, men, or otherwise.

Tisha didn't know if she would have found James so attractive if Laronda hadn't paraded her rich white husband around at every family gathering like he was a triple crown winning stallion. There was a certain horselike quality to him though: he was at least 6'4" square jawed, and leanly muscled like a runner. And, if Laronda was to be believed, was endowed like a stallion below the belt as well.

Mmhm! Just thinking about his big hands, his long arms, his thick member... spreading her... it made her so hot. She could already feel the heat rising in her chest when her favorite song came on.

“...Ceritified freak, seven days a week, wet ass pussy make that pull-out game week!"

Tisha couldn't help but start gyrating along with the song, her hips grinding against the leather seat. She flipped a hidden switch on the side of the steering column that she had gotten installed special. She let out an audible "Aaah" as the vibrator beneath her seat kicked on, pounding her clit as she drove.

"... park that big Mack truck, right in this little garage..."

Tisha saw a long stretch of straightaway ahead and kicked the car into high gear. As the pleasure built in her body she floored it. going 75, 80, 85... She could barely focus on the road anymore, all she could think of was James’ horse dick pressing deeper and deeper inside her. She could feel herself dripping onto the car seat as the muscles in her legs convulsed and the vibrator’s head pounded into her pussy. Well, that was why you got leather.

"... punani dasani. It’s goin in dry and it’s comin out soggy..."

95...100...105... Tisha saw a car in the lane ahead of her. It looked like it was standing still. She swerved cleanly around it as the tension between her legs rose to a pinnacle, the nub in the seat pounding her clit over and over again. Her fingers curved tight around the wheel, her legs flexed out pressing against the floor. It took every ounce of her control to keep from closing her eyes as the orgasm rolled through her body.

"Fuck!" she screamed imagining the feel of James's hot cum filling her up, dripping down her leg...

"... Give me everything you got for this wet ass pussy!"

With a shiver, Tisha switched off the vibrator and let her foot ease off the gas as her legs quaked gently. She was about to close her eyes, when she saw the turn coming. She hit the breaks and took the corner. Damn, this car handled well.

A few more sharp turns and she was at the spot that Apple Maps thought she should turn. It was a sketchy and steep dirt road. Was there a crazy rich white family at the end of the road ready to murder her and steal her body? Possibly. Was the possibility of stealing a taste of her sister's big white stallion worth it? Absolutely.

Tisha turned down the drive as the last glow of twilight faded from the sky.

First Saturday: Prologue