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Make Them Happy

Copyright© 2023 by Departed Soul

Chapter 14: Turkey 101

Annie was sound asleep when Fred woke up. He remembered what an enlightening conversation he had with Annie but forgot to fix the coffee pot. Damn. He was putting the coffee into the basket when Annie wrapped her arms around him and hugged him.

“Oh, oh,” Annie giggled. “I forgot about fixing the coffee too. I’m a bad girl.”

“I should give you a good spanking, oh, oh. I shouldn’t have said that” Fred smiled.

Annie gave him a coy smile and bent over. Then she wiggled her butt at him. Fred pulled her tee shirt just above her waist and gently swatted Annie five times. Then he rubbed her ass and gave her pussy a gentle tap.

“I liked that a lot,” Annie was trying to encourage Fred to continue.

“There is not a part of you that isn’t sexy, girl. And I love touching your soft skin.” Fred was still rubbing Annie’s ass.

“Baby, do you think we should get the turkey going before we start something we don’t want to be interrupted?” Fred asked.

“Yes, I’m still not sure what I’m doing. But like you said the directions are on the wrapper.”

Annie got out the roaster while Fred unwrapped the breast and washed it. The little red thing-a-ma-bob was in the breast, so Fred felt a little more confident. As the directions suggested, Annie was melting butter and garlic powder in a saucepan to baste the turkey.

They put the foil over the turkey and put it in the oven. Annie checked the temperature, three hundred twenty-five just as the directions said. Now to set the table.

Fred had some nice plates and flatware he kept for no real reason. He had a set for four but only used two. He even found his white tablecloth. Things were coming together nicely. Last but not least, the glasses. They weren’t cut glass, but they looked like it. Good enough for him. Champagne glasses and the finishing touch, the flowers Annie bought for the table.

“Now, where were we?” Fred smiled at Annie.

Annie bent over and pulled her tee shirt to expose her ass. Then she pulled Fred’s cock out of his boxers and started to suck his growing cock. Fred pulled Annie’s tee shirt from her and kicked off his boxers.

Annie lay on the couch, and Fred buried his face between Annie’s legs. Fred loved the sweet fragrance of Annie’s pussy. His licking and sucking had Annie squealing and panting. He pushed her legs up to her shoulders, so he had full access to her sweet honey pot.

Fred sucked her clit and flogged it with his tongue, then went back to licking her. Annie was panting and cooing and when Fred when back to sucking and flogging her clit, Annie let out a high-pitched yelp. That made Fred hotter than ever.

As he crawled on top of Annie, she guided his cock into her pussy. As it slid into her Annie moaned with pleasure. This accelerated Annie’s desire to cum. Fred started to hump Annie with all he had. He was pounding into her, and she was humping her hips to meet him.

Fred would stop when his cock was buried into Annie’s pussy. She took the opportunity to rub her clit against his body. Then Fred started humping her again. Fred grabbed her nipples and squeezed them between his fingers as he pulled them as far as he could.

Having her nipples pinched and being pounded by Fred’s relentless cock, Annie’s climax erupted with a flow of sex juices running down the length of Fred’s cock and onto his balls.

Annie’s head was shaking from side to side, and she had a death grip on the couch. Fred pounded in and out of Annie as she panted and groaned through her climax. Annie went limp and was shaking a little. Fred knew her climax was over.

He pulled out of Annie’s pussy and straddled her waist. He grabbed his cock and hand-pumped it until he was shooting his sticky cum all over Annie’s tits and face. Annie squealed in delight as the hot cum landed on her. When she could catch some in her mouth, she immediately swallowed the warm cum.

When Fred finished glazing Annie, he watched as she used her fingers to gather as much cum as she could and swallow it. When she could get no more on her fingers, she rubbed the rest into her tits as though it was the lotion of life.

When she was done, she looked up at Fred who was smiling down at her. She reached out and grabbed his hips. She pulled him to her and sucked his limp cock into her mouth. Annie pushed his skin back so she could suck the head and run her tongue around it. Fred’s cock was so sensitive, she would make him jerk a little as she touched very sensitive spots.

Fred got off Annie and sat on the coffee table. He was still breathing heavily as was Annie. She pushed two fingers into her pussy and offered them to Fred. He greedily took them in his mouth. Annie repeated wetting her fingers from her pussy, and Fred was ready to suck the nectar from her fingers.

“God Fred, that was hot. You have never done that before. Watching your cum shoot from your cock and land on my tits. I almost came again when you did that. So hot!” Annie panted.

“Don’t ask me how. You make me crazy Annie, and then I do crazy things. You are one hot lover. You are magnificent when it comes to pleasing a guy.” Fred was still panting as well.

“Oh Shit, Fred. The turkey!” Annie jumped up and ran to the stove. Fred watched her ass. The turkey was the last thing on his mind right now.

Annie pulled open the oven and uncovered the turkey breast. She carefully basted it with the brush they bought. She made sure every part was basted, top, bottom, both sides, everything. Then she said to the turkey, “Doesn’t that feel good? I loved it when my breasts got basted.” Fred just started laughing.

Now that the turkey had been tended to, Fred asked Annie if she wanted a beverage. She asked for a beer and Fred grabbed one for himself. They were sitting on the couch and Annie had pointed to a spot on the couch.

“How are we going to explain that to Samantha, if she would as?” Annie was giggling at the memory of watching Fred shoot his cum.

“I’ll just tell her I’m a bad shot and let her figure it out.” Fred was nonchalant in his reply.

They continued to talk about their lives. It reminded Fred of when he and Samantha had first met. They sat for hours getting to know each other and making love. He thought about the first time that he and Samantha were together when he had to go out of town for Mr. Martin. Fred was freelancing then. He was happy to be on Martin’s payroll.

Annie went into more detail about her life at home. Fred wondered how a girl could live with a mother like Annie had. The woman must have had mental problems Fred thought. Annie admitted to Fred, that when she would have sex with the guy she was dating, it was nothing like what she experienced with him. Fred told her, he thought it was because it was done with love not just sex.

“Annie, I have an idea. What would you think about getting dressed nicely for dinner? I don’t mean like a fancy restaurant, just more than casual.” Fred smiled as he told her his idea.

“You know Fred, I like that idea. The only time I’ve dressed nicely is when we went to Church before Dad left or once for a dinner I attended at a job. I would love to dress with you for dinner.”

“I’d even wear a tie for you if I could remember where it was,” Fred laughed.

“Oh, no, baby. If you are going to be punished, I want to do it to you,” Annie said with a coy smile.

Fred had several CDs. And his player would hold five at a time. He thought having music would be a nice touch to the evening. So, he asked Annie to help him choose the music for the afternoon as they waited for the turkey to roast.

“What kind of music would you like to listen to this afternoon, almost evening? I have a crazy selection of stuff. You may not like any of it.”

When Annie sat on the floor next to Fred to choose the music, he gently kissed her on her cheek. She kissed him and smiled lovingly at him. She rested her head on his shoulder for a minute.

“You do have a lot of old country music. Most of these I have never heard of. Wow!” Annie was impressed.

“Ah, yes. The three-minute story of lovin’, hurtin’, cheatin’, drinkin’, momma, and pickup trucks. Ya can’t go wrong.” Fred said with pride.

Annie looked at Fred with a sincere face, “Where do you fit in Fred?”

“Let’s just say I’ve never had a pickup truck. What I thought was love. No. I didn’t have that until you and Samantha.” Fred had a sad look on his face. Annie was sure he held a deep hurt but wasn’t letting anyone know about it.

They decided on the music. When they got off the floor, Annie held Fred as tight as she could.

“I’m always here,” Annie assured him.

“I know you are, and I’m thankful for that,” Fred gave her a weak smile.

The music filled the room and Fred attempted to sing along with a couple of them. At one point he grabbed a candle with the holder and used it for a makeshift microphone. Annie was laughing at him.

Annie went into the kitchen, and Fred followed her. She was checking the turkey and basted it again. Fred grabbed their beer. Annie put her hand in his boxers and looked up at Fred. He wasn’t sure what Annie was up to.

“Nope,” Annie reported. “Neither thing-a-ma- bob is up.”

“Well, hell,” Fred said in a silly defensive tone. “One isn’t ready and the other is still recovering.”

Annie just looked at Fred for a few seconds, then burst into laughter. She crossed her legs and was laughing as she tried to get to the bathroom. She barely made it.

When she came out of the bathroom, she was still giggling.

Fred gave her a quizzical look, “Was it something I said?” Annie started giggling again.

They sat on the couch enjoying their company when Fred looked out of the window. It had started to snow. They were small wet flakes, but they were starting to get heavier. Fred took Annie’s hand, and they went to the window.

He had his arm around her waist and watched the flakes flutter to the ground and cling to the bare branches, turning them white. For some reason, even with the music in the background, the world seemed quieter.

“Fred, is snow magical?” Annie was looking at him.

“If you believe it in your heart, almost anything can be magical. Just like how you came into Samantha’s life, and then mine. Magic. Some say the magic is in how you treat others. I believe in that magic.” Annie hugged Fred.

Annie had to check the turkey and baste it for what she thought would be the last time. When she looked into the oven, the little red bobber was up. The turkey breast was golden brown. She called Fred.

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