My parents took it well when I told them I wasn’t coming home for Thanksgiving last year. I had a new job, and I told them I was trying to make a good impression by working through the holiday weekend. But I lied.

The truth was I couldn’t stand the idea of more family drama. Also — and not insignificantly — I thought it might be nice to get laid. I was between girlfriends, and a holiday fling would be just the thing to brighten up my life.

While I was trying to figure out how to make that happen, I got a text out of the blue from my college roommate Marcus. We’d been tight back in the day, but we’d inevitably gone our separate ways after graduation. However, we did live in the same city in a part of the country that never got cold.

Marcus invited me to his place for Thanksgiving and told me to pack for the weekend. Apparently, he would be having quite the spread. It would just be friends — some I was familiar with and some I didn’t know yet.

I texted back that I was on my way. I wondered how many of Marcus’ friends would be women.

I’d heard through the internet grapevine that Marcus had hit it big with some investment firm, but I was surprised by the sight of his lavish home. At first, I thought I’d wandered onto the grounds of some resort. There were acres of land — all of it attractively landscaped — and a large central house with a bunch of outbuildings like luxe cabanas at a beach retreat.

He also had a pool. A big one.

Marcus met me when the cab dropped me off in his massive driveway. We shook hands and chatted happily with each other as he took me into his home.

To Marcus’ credit, he was modest about his success. He attributed it to luck as much as anything else. His generosity was also on display. He’d already laid out beer in tubs of ice and an array of catered food. He showed me to one of the tricked-out cabanas. The accommodations were great.

“People are still arriving,” Marcus said. “I’ll probably have to double or triple you up in here. But I know you’re a decent roommate — except for the snoring,” he teased.

“You were the snorer!” I retorted.

But back to the pool. Once I was settled in, I stepped out on my own and beheld the water. Sun glimmered on the surface, and I breathed in the warm air, feeling relaxed.

Next, I saw a body moving beneath the water, the sight distorted by ripples. I couldn’t get a clear view yet. I assumed the person was wearing a tan swimsuit.

But when the female figure climbed out on the far side with water streaming off of her, I realized with giddy shock that she was nude. She was also stunning with toned limbs, full tits and a rounded ass.

My civilized instincts kicked in, but not before she caught me ogling her. Embarrassed, I turned and marched off. But if I wasn’t mistaken, she flashed me a smile.

I decided not to make any assumptions because I was probably just horny. I went inside to snag a beer. That’s when I quizzed my pal about the naked goddess in his pool. I quickly learned swimwear was optional. As Marcus shrugged, he added, “Hell, it’s optional everywhere here. It’s my house. Everyone can make themselves at home.”

The woman’s lovely unclad image lingered in my mind. Soon enough, as the guests mingled I had the chance to speak with her. However, this time she was clothed. But she also showed no chagrin over my having seen her in the buff!

“I’m Sandra,” she said, offering me her delicate hand.

I wanted to bow and kiss it — slobber over it actually — but I managed to behave and gave her a chaste handshake.

Up close, I was able to see she had a gorgeous face to go with her sublime body.

We chatted, and I found her to be witty and smart. She was a business connection of my former roommate — but she was quick to point out she wasn’t as wealthy as him.

“I mean, look at this place,” Sandra said. Next, she eyed me and lowered her voice to add, “I saw you looking earlier — at me.”

I could’ve apologized or run away again. Instead, I said just as softly, “I liked that view quite a bit.”

This time I saw her smile for sure. Her expression was dazzling and full of promise.

Evening came and more food was set out. Thanksgiving, it seemed, wasn’t going to be formally celebrated. No turkey carving, no sitting around a big table.

“Thank heaven,” somebody said. “I don’t want any reminders of past family Thanksgivings.”

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who preferred this proverbial Friendsgiving gathering.

A few more guests drifted in, and I recognized a couple. Everyone’s spirits were high. People toasted one another, reminisced and made new friends. As night fell, Sandra took my hand, and we stole away to my cabana. There were two other lounger-like beds in there, but both were still unoccupied. We had the place to ourselves.

Apparently, she wasn’t one to bog down the moment in preliminaries. One hand wrapped around my nape and pulled my face toward hers. Her other closed over my crotch. I gasped as her mouth met mine. Our tongues tangled as she kneaded my swelling cock through my pants. My heart raced with excitement. We were standing at the foot of my bed. I slipped a hand up under her top and caressed her gorgeous tits. Her nipples were already enticingly stiff.

I met her enthusiasm with my own. I ground my mouth on hers, delighted by the nimbleness of her tongue. I’d had something like this vaguely in mind for this getaway, but I hadn’t figured it would come true.

Keeping with the straightforward vibe of the scene, we quickly got ourselves out of our clothes. She was as stunning and enticing as before, but this time I had all that bare flesh pressed against me.

We got onto the bed. Heat pulsed in my eyes, while hers glimmered with lust. We kissed and grappled while rolling about. My hands caressed her lush body, and she fondled my balls while peppering my pecs with kisses. I squeezed her luscious ass, and she jerked my throbbing shaft. I thought I could detect the scent of her aroused pussy, which turned me on further. I wanted a taste of her. I needed to lick her snatch.

As that thought lingered in my mind, Sandra moaned, “I’ve got to suck your cock!”

The obvious solution was for us to slip into a 69. She got on top of me, lengthwise and reversed, and brought her lips to my throbbing cockhead. Meanwhile, her pussy hovered just above my face. I breathed in the aroma of her womanly desire before swiping my tongue along her slit. Her flavor immediately exploded on my tongue.

Sandra was an accomplished cocksucker, and I believe I did myself proud as a pussy-licker. I delved between her folds before homing in on her waiting clit. Her hips jerked reflexively, and she mashed her pussy down on my face, which thrilled me to no end.

Even as I pleasured her, the rhythmic bobbing of her head did not pause. I couldn’t see her in action, but I felt the tight ring of her lips rising and falling on my meat. She sucked me down to my balls each time she swallowed my rod, and I shook with unrestrained pleasure.

I kept tonguing her until she bucked on top of me and came with a groan deep in her throat. I was tempted to tumble into ecstasy along with her, but I held back my climax with an effort of will.

Panting and trembling, Sandra rolled off my body and spread her legs invitingly. I positioned myself between her shapely thighs and slotted my cock into her waiting pussy hole.

I plunged deep into her cunt, and she cried out loud. I stroked hard into her pulsing passage. Once more she grabbed my nape and pulled my face down. This time, she sucked on my lips as we kissed — perhaps to clean off her juice.

I soon set off into a galloping, humping tizzy. I pounded her pussy relentlessly. She bounced on the mattress, the fingers of one hand digging into my shoulder. A climactic howl rose from her.

I followed her into the abyss. There was no holding back. I shot jet after jet of hot jizz into her. Each spurt was a separate pulse of ecstasy. Finally, I descended from the carnal heights. Sandra curled up next to me. I had vague notions of going again after a rest, but she’d given me a hell of a workout. She dozed off, and once again, I followed her — only this time into sleep.

Our phenomenal sex sent me deep into the land of nod. I slept through the night and awoke in the bed alone. But as I sat up and looked around, I saw I wasn’t by myself in the cabana.

“Suze!” I cried out. I stopped myself from leaping from the bed, remembering at the last second I was naked under the covers.

Suze, another old university friend, was there with another female.

Grinning, she came over and hugged me before playfully trying to yank off the blankets and asked, “What were you up to last night, huh?” Then she turned and pointed. “That’s Gretel. We’re...good friends.”

I said hello to the woman whose stuff was on the second of the two other loungers. Like Suze, Gretel was quite good-looking. Back in our college days, Suze and I had been on friendly sex terms. We were never in a serious relationship, but both of us were there for fun when the time was right.

The two gals went outside, and I dressed and followed them. A wonderful day ensued. Marcus had his place in full swing. About two dozen people were staying over, which explained why I suddenly had two roommates. Not that I minded. It was great to see Suze again, and Gretel was nice to look at.

When evening rolled around again, there was lots of splashing about in the big pool. The lax dress code was in full effect. I was still clothed, but many women and men jumped in the water naked. Even more lounged poolside in the buff. Initially, it was all innocent, then I noticed couples pairing off.

As true night spread across the wide sky, there was a good deal of groping and kissing going on. The action gradually got more intense. Naturally, I’d seen Sandra in the course of the day, and she showed no signs of regretting our romp the previous night.

That evening, though, she was nuzzling up to Marcus. He was smiling at the spectacle around the pool, looking like an impresario. Topless Sandra was right beside him. On his other side was Ophelia, a lovely woman I’d met earlier. She wasn’t wearing anything.

As I watched, Sandra wriggled her hand into my pal’s cargo pants and Ophelia started grinding against Marcus’ hip. His smile transformed into a lewd grin.

I walked over to my cabana to drop off my sunglasses, which I no longer needed. I figured I’d return to the scene of the action and hopefully find a playmate. But when I entered the enclosure, Suze and Gretel were entangled. I stumbled as I awkwardly stopped myself from taking another step.

Suze and her “good friend” were together on one of the loungers in a 69. Their clothes were scattered on the floor, and they were writhing wildly. I gathered their tongues were flashing in and out of dripping pussies. Soft moans filled the air, and the women were bucking together toward their mutual peaks.

My cock surged to full hardness. But as gorgeous a sight as it was, I didn’t want to be an intruder. So I backed away as the two women shuddered climactically.

Suze soon lifted her face from between Gretel’s thighs. Her chin and mouth were gleaming with girl juice.

“Don’t go,” she pleaded. “We were waiting for you to show up.”

As if I’d walked into a salacious dream, I resumed moving forward. They got up and came to me. Each took a hand, and they led me to my bed. They got me out of my clothes, their hands exploring my body as they worked. They practically squealed with delight when I was bare.

My cock was a jutting bar of steel. I kissed Suze and tasted Gretel. I turned to kiss my new friend. As our tongues tangled, I sampled Suze’s delectable juices.

We piled onto the bed. I was surrounded by feminine flesh. They pressed against me on both sides — their bodies so smooth, so soft. I touched them, sliding my palm up a silken flank, closing a hand over a pert tit. Their nipples were erect, and their aroused pussies flowed.

Before I could get seriously going with either woman, they conspired to shove me flat onto my back. When I saw what they had in mind, I didn’t struggle. They shifted together down the bed until my cock was rearing up between their gleeful faces.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done a threesome, but I suspected the impending one was about to best the rest.

Gretel delicately cupped my balls in her hand. Suze made a circle around the base of my staff with her thumb and forefinger. They moved in and slid their lips along either side of my shaft, like my cock was a carnal harmonica.

Sensations whipped through me. It wasn’t just the stimulation — which was indeed fantastic. It was also the sight and glaring erotic fact of what they were doing: two beautiful women servicing my cock with their mouths!

Their heads rose, and their tongues lashed my sensitive cockhead. They frenched each other with my knob positioned between them. I’d never seen anything so damn glorious.

The gals shifted onto the next phase, communicating silently in the perfect sync of longtime lovers. Suze was the first to climb onto me. Gretel held my cock, and Suze lowered herself onto my pole. I watched myself vanish up into her and felt the sweet squeeze of her pussy.

Suze set the tempo, rocking up and down. I worked my hips and thrust up, and she took me up into her core. Pleasure was written across her pretty face. Gretel played with her jostling tits and moved in to suck her nipples. All my old Suze memories came back to me, and I knew precisely when she was about to climax.

Her orgasmic joy was another lovely sight. Her head whipped about, and she let loose a cry. Her pussy walls tightened around my staff, then slackened as her peak passed.

I could tell eager Gretel wanted her turn, but I didn’t plan to spend the whole time on my back. When I seized her hips and nudged her, she went happily and set herself on hands and knees. I moved in behind her with my stiff cock like a divining rod. The swells of her ass felt plush beneath my palms.

I jammed myself into her sopping snatch, and she was more than ready for me. She rocked backward, fairly impaling herself on my cock. I slammed all the way in, balls flattening against her crotch. Suze knelt alongside us, her eyes glittering devilishly as she watched where our bodies were joined.

I pummeled Gretel but still had the mind to mentally note the fine distinctions between the women. Not for a second did I forget how lucky I was to have dropped into this scene. I owed Marcus big-time.

Suze was making low moaning sounds as she caressed her own clit. Gretel was groaning lustfully as I plowed her. She reached out and tugged at Suze, who moved around so that she, too, was on all fours at the head of our little carnal line. I thought she might flop over onto her back, so Gretel could eat her pussy some more while I fucked her.

Instead, to my delight and surprise, Suze parted her rear cheeks and Gretel lapped at her asshole. Suze cried out passionately, jamming her ass back against her lover’s face. Gretel was fearless with her tongue and stabbed Suze deep.

It was obvious this wasn’t the first time they’d played like this. I wondered how long they’d been in a sexual relationship. Then I decided it didn’t matter; their history was none of my business. The three of us were there together, joined in an extravaganza of sexual bliss.

Gretel quaked so hard when she came; my cock nearly slipped out of her. Finally, I pulled free and let her drop flat to the mattress where she sighed amid the afterglow.

Suze looked at me with blazing eyes and said, “She spit-lubed my ass quite nicely. You want to fuck me there?”

She made it sound like something I might need to think about. It wasn’t.

By that point, I was aching to shoot my load. Suze positioned herself crosswise over Gretel’s limp body, and once more, I moved in behind a beautiful female form. I aimed my slick cockhead at Suze’s asshole. I recalled vividly how much she liked anal once upon a time. Evidently, that was still true.

Suze thrashed about with pleasure as soon as I started pushing my ramrod into her butt. The grip of her snug ass was exquisite. I took it slow, attempting to let her rear channel adjust to my girth. But she kept demanding, “Fuck me all the way! Slam your cock deep in my ass!”

I did as I was told. I buried my dick in her. Pleasure sang in my every muscle, and tingles zipped along my flesh. I slid my fingers around her hip, gripping her tightly and fucking her ass. She let me know how much she loved what I was doing. Guttural cries came from deep in her throat. Her ass held me like a loving fist.

There was no holding back. I kicked into my highest gear, and she was game for it. Our bodies came together with loud smacks, and soon I was hurtling over the top.

My spunk shot crazily. It came gushing out of me, all the insane excitement of the whole experience erupting at once. The rapture was like all the good sex I’d had in my life happening in a focused instant. Suze — who was fingering her clit — came with me, shrieking to let the whole world know.

I left Suze and Gretel curled up together, trading soft kisses. Not bothering to dress, I went staggering out under the moonlight.

At the pool, the situation had evolved into a full-blown orgy. I stood on the fringes and soaked in the sight. I was struck by the wonder of it all.

But hands were beckoning me toward the water, where countless bodies frolicked — and already my cock was rising once more.

That weekend was a wild one, which left me with plenty of reasons to be thankful.