Sex Under The Cherry Moon (Cherry Hilson)

[Gianni Shamari]

The God-like colorful balloons were soaring high, and so were the crowd in high spirits at the annual Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Parents lifted their children onto their shoulders, giving them a better view of the parade. The sun was shining on that 30-degree chill day; Maré was dressed in his warm black leather hoodie, black and white cashmere ski mask, and Timberland boots. He felt the warmth souring through his vitals as he watched the bundled cheering through the cold.

“It feels good seeing so many people having a great time.” A tall parade-goer with an Irish accent said to me.

“Yes, I’m glad the weather wasn’t too bad,” Maré affirmed. “I was worried about the strong wind ruining the parade for everyone.”

“Yeah, it would have been a travesty if the balloons were firmly on the ground.” The parade-goer expressed. “The balloons are the best part of the parade!”

“I love the balloons. That’s why I come to the parade. I grew up watching it since the 1980s.” Maré said.

“Are you here with your family?” He asked.

“No, I came alone,” Maré answered. “My family doesn’t like the cold.”

He laughed. “I love the cold! I am here with my wife. After the parade, we’re going to a restaurant to relish the Thanksgiving dinner.”

“Nice,” Maré replied.

“Gotta go and give my wife some attention. It was nice talking to you, brother. Enjoy your Thanksgiving.”

They shook hands.

After taking pictures of Snoopy, Spider-Man, Sonic the Hedgehog, and the cheerleaders, Maré was ready to leave. That was when his smartphone rang. He checked the number and saw it was Cherry Hilson, his friend.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Cherry! How are you?” Maré answered her call.

“Happy Thanksgiving! Are you still coming over?” She asked.

“Yeah, I am leaving the parade now and bringing sweet potato pies.”

“Hahaha… Okay then, I’ll see you in a few.”

“No problem. Bye.” Maré concluded the call.

He hopped in his new black 2014 Rolls-Royce Wraith and headed downtown. Kanye West’s Yeezus album blared from the luxury car. When the song “Hold My Liquor” came on, Maré began rapping it aloud. Two young blonde-haired Caucasian girls in a white Range Rover were throwing their hands up and jamming to the music. Maré laughed his ass off!

Maré arrived at Cherry Hilson’s Harlem brownstone in a half-hour. He rang the doorbell twice. Cherry opened the door and wore a tight tank top and denim jeans. She was a tall, brown-eyed beauty with long, light brown hair and stunning brown eyes. She had a slim waist and mouthwatering womanly curves.

“Happy Thanksgiving!” Maré spoke before kissing her on the cheek. “It’s fucking cold out here.”

“Where is your coat?” Cherry asked.

“I left it at home.” Maré resumed. “I don’t like wearing heavy bubble coats. I got enough layers to keep me warm.”

“Come in and feel at home!” Cherry said smilingly.

As Maré walked inside the spacious luxury apartment, he carefully handed Cherry the sweet potato pies. Then Cherry introduced him to her friend, Serena. She was a tall, fetching, slim, ebony woman with a bright smile. Serena also had a nice set of full tits.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Serena! How are you doing?”

“I’m doing fine, thanks!” Serena answered. “Happy Thanksgiving!”

“Who else is coming over?” Maré asked Cherry.

“My shorty, Tommy, and his parents are coming,” Cherry told him.

“Are you nervous about meeting his parents?”

“No, not really,” Cherry sighed.

“Don’t worry; you’ll do fine,” Maré assured her. “It’s Thanksgiving! They’re going to be in a great mood.”

“I just don’t want them to think we’re in a serious relationship,” Cherry confessed.

Then she walked back to the kitchen to finish cooking. Maré joined Serena in the living room to help with the cooking. He cut various kinds of cheese for the macaroni, and Serena made cornbread. The TV had the Green Bay Packers and Detroit Lions game on, but Serena and Maré were not watching.

“How long you knew Cherry?” Serena asked Maré.

“I have known her for two years,” Maré replied. “We work together on a photo shoot in Vegas.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, it was fun.”

“Cool. Is Thanksgiving one of your favorite holidays?”

“I like Thanksgiving Day. It is a perfect time for families and friends to reflect, inspire, and thank God for everything He has done for their good.” Maré added. “Lately, Thanksgivings are feeling like a regular day.”

“You’re right about that.” Serena agreed.

Moments later, Tommy and his parents arrived. Tommy was a tall, Black man with dark facial hair. He had the physique of a professional football player, and his tight clothes accentuated his athletic looks. He was pretty friendly, and his family greeted everybody with open arms.

Tommy’s parents were short, gray-haired, and full of life. Because of their energy, they reminded me of the African-American version of Lee & Morty from the Swiffer commercials.

When Serena played the music and Marvin Gaye’s “Turn On Some Music” began playing, Tommy’s parents began dancing. The smooth, soulful sound had them very lilt. Maré laughed, watching them dance to the timeless song as Tommy recorded them with the smartphone. It was a great Thanksgiving moment.

They all sat around and chatted until the feast was ready. They discussed Obamacare, Toronto Mayor Rob Ford, and the Government Shutdown. They were so conversational and entertaining.

“The food is finally ready!” Cherry announced.

Maré was the first one with a plate. His stomach was growling like a roaring subway train. He filled his plate with a big slice of a juicy turkey, sausage stuffing, macaroni and cheese, and cornbread. The steam and aroma were emitting from his plate, and he could not wait to consume all that food. He sat at the dining room table and said a quick prayer. Then he began eating. His mouth was full of this delicious Thanksgiving food. The other guests soon joined him as he washed it with iced tea. He found it hilarious that Cherry sat next to him. She occasionally rubbed her feet against his calf, which turned him on. Maré knew she was doing it on purpose, and he saw the sly smile on her face. They all decided to go around the table and share what they were thankful for. As Maré listened, he was thinking of the right words to say.

Finally, it was Cherry’s turn to share.

“I’m thankful for my family and a beautiful meal with the ones I love the most,” Cherry spoke. “This is one of the best Thanksgiving Days ever!”

“I am thankful for my whole family, my friends, my health, and for sharing this holiday with some good people,” Maré said. “It has been great. Thank you, Cherry, for preparing this delicious meal.”

They all started clapping and then got back to eating. After eating two slices of sweet potato pie, Maré went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. It was common for him to take his toothbrush whenever he ate at somebody’s house. Maré hated having food debris on his teeth. Luckily, he didn’t have to sit on the toilet because he consumed all the food. When Maré came out of the bathroom, he sat in the living room to watch Planes, Trains, and Automobiles. He removed his hoodie and got comfortable on the leather couch.

About three hours later, everybody started getting ready to leave. Maré volunteered to help Cherry clean up since he had no plans for the night. Serena had a movie date with her boyfriend, and she went with Tommy and his family after Cherry gave them doggy bags full of food and snacks. When Cherry locked the door, she and Maré cleaned the mess quickly. Maré cleaned the dishes while Cherry washed the dining room table and floors. It was quite a joyful workout for them. Mack Wild’s “Own It” blared from the living room, giving them the energy to complete the cleaning.

Finally, they sat in the living room, exhausted and sweating. Cherry fanned her face to cool off.

“I am so tired and damp. Is it alright if I take my shirt off?” She asked Maré.

“Sure, you can. It is your house.” Maré told her.

“I don’t want to arouse you too much.” Cherry jested, giving him a wink.

“Trust me; it won’t be the first time I sat next to a half-naked woman. Just make sure you don’t smell like cheese.” Maré chuckled.

“Shut up,” Cherry reproached him laughingly. “My body never stinks.”

Cherry pulled her shirt over her head and smiled. The black bra she wore barely held her big boobs. The sight of her half-nakedness aroused Maré in a matter of seconds. She leaned over so he could inhale her musky odor. Her sweat fortified the intoxicating aroma of her perfume.

“Yeah, you do smell good.” Maré acknowledged. “I love your sweat, girl.”

They gave each other a meaningful look, knowing the sexual tension that encompassed their bodies. They kissed each other, licking their lips avidly. It was on! Cherry removed her bra, exposing her marvelous tits. Maré swirled his wet tongue around her erect nipples, sucking them. Cherry moaned softly. He enjoyed teasing the irritable, puffy pair.

They walked hand in hand upstairs into her primary bedroom. A rare cherry-gold moon glow streamed through the skylight, giving them enough illumination to perceive their lovemaking. Maré lay her on the bed and yanked her jeans down. Cherry’s naked form was a remarkable sight. Maré began stripping down as he marveled at her body. Then he slipped down beside her. They started exploring each other with their hands, enjoying all the sensual touching. Their toned brown bodies shimmered in the fiery red and gold glow.

Maré kissed Cherry passionately as he squeezed her erect nipples while she massaged his big dick. He lowered himself, going down on Cherry. Her aroma intrigued Maré. He began licking, fingering, and sucking her pussy. She moaned softly. Her impulsive response incited Maré to circumscribe around her pierced clitoris, lick her vagina, and then penetrate it with his tongue. Cherry shrieked and orgasmed passionately. Maré let her sex juices ooze out and trickle down her ass cheeks.

Maré slowly inserted his dick into her pussy. She was wet and yet a little tight. The pleasure ignited every nerve of his shaft as it slid through her welcoming canal. Cherry pulled Maré closer and bucked, undulating her hips. He resumed pushing in and pulling out of her, slowly but steadily picking up the speed.

“Oh yes, mmm… fuck me with that big dick!” She murmured.

They developed their raw rhythm in unison. The thrusts that Maré made synchronized with the motion of her hips. The bed rocked to their tempo. Maré filled every inch of Cherry’s pussy with his dick, which had her moaning and groaning.

“You want this dick, baby!” Maré yelled.

“Yeah… oh yeah… mmm…” Cherry chanted.

Her entire body shook under him. The pleasure was too much for her; she couldn’t speak or howl in lust but racked Maré’s back and bit her lip.

“That’s right, your pussy’s mine!” Maré exclaimed. “I’m going to rip your pussy.”

He kept on fucking her faster and harder. The sweat was racing down his muscular body. He pushed deeper; Cherry shrieked as she drove her nails into his skin. The pain swiftly turned into pleasure, and Maré felt himself getting up to the edge. After a few more hard pumps, Maré showered the jizz on Cherry’s flat stomach.

“Give me that cum!” Cherry demanded as she licked and sucked his dick to keep it erect.

Cherry got on all fours and began running her fingers over her wet pussy, seducing Maré to proceed. He slid his dick into her asshole and resumed ravishing her. Maré watched as his dick entered and exited her hole. Maré knew he was giving her every inch of his shaft as he felt his balls banging against her pussy. The pleasure made Maré animalistic as he started slapping her ass and pulling her hair.

“Oh, my God, you’re hitting my spot!” She screamed.

As Maré continued ramming into her, she climaxed on his dick while teasing her drenched pussy. The dirty words she mouthed in extreme pleasure made Maré push the shaft to her hilt. Like a she-wolf, she threw her head back and hollered.

After Maré ejaculated and collapsed, feeling satiated all over, the aroma of their pounding passion filled the room; the mingled smell of sex and sweat permeated the air around them. The two lovers looked at each other and laughed.

“I am very thankful for Cherry Hilson!” Maré chuckled.

“Mmm…” Cherry cooed as Maré claimed her lips for another lip lock.

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