14 comments/ 42231 views/ 7 favorites Happy Birthday Sir By: Sir_Nathan Authors note: This is a mozaic of phrases used in conversation with My sub online. This gift immediately sprang to mind as a 'sharer'. I hope you enjoy this keyhole look into O/our world. I am bolded. she is italicised. * * * kneeling in the formal manner is called "nadu" learning about subspace keep your legs parted while you speak with Me i am here of my own free will, Sir become familiar with your limits You have very intense eyes pinch your nipples hard pet a moment to collect my thoughts smiling at you i would like to try, Sir your insight pleases Me this just seems to make sense to me its fun to get head while driving it is what i feel, Sir Always speak respectfully to Me have i pleased You today? do you trust Me? Sir, i believe You delight in teasing me eager little slut i seek no special treatment do you like toys pet? i assumed there would be limits, yes Sir Never expect my attention is it better to learn from the punishment, or to get it right in the first place, Sir? I have been thinking about you perhaps a little scared come kneel by Me really struggling with words today, Sir trust your instincts ...they are good seeing You, seeing Your eyes looking at me how would you describe your voice pet? Sir, my desire to please You is Very strong consider yourself as My trainee i want to suck Your cock, Sir handcuffs and blindfold i'm green, Sir the beauty is in the presentation i find it pleasing to please a man I like your questions gently touching my lips to Yours please don't be afraid of making mistakes may i clear my conscience, please? no I'll make you wait my eyes widen, then sparkle with excitement are you having fun ohhhh 10 you may not wear shoes in My presence this has greatly intensified this experience for me, Sir I am pleased am very curious about Your home life never be A/anyone's doormat sorry to keep You waiting cum hard My little slut is there anything particular You would like me to have? you have been spending a lot of time with Me i'm glad it pleases You Respect must be constantly earnt until you are "owned" i am hoping to explore many things with You, Sir I am unbuckling My belt You inspire me to do well your gift is highly prized this is more than sexual role play for me that is your inner slut pet i'm sorry, i hope You are not disappointed in me I want you to stop if it is too much the true meaning of it for me though, Sir, is that it came from You He never fails to sweep you off your feet may i kiss You? you have to be with someone you trust implicitly permission to speak freely? oh jesusss i have a passion for giving it perhaps I have found My muses with this candle i welcome you Sir what was that journal entry about precious? thank You, Sir expect Me to explore your limits yes Sir, if You desire it I kiss you softly it's not my nature, Sir such a good girl perhaps You needed a paddling Sir waits patiently for your confession i did forget to remove my shoes Without honesty, there can be no trust licking my lips, teasing You back it excites Me greatly to direct you like this whatever punishment Sir feels i deserve, i will accept gratefully as a learning experience one more cum pet a confession though, Sir you become that submissive person you wish to be hoping You find pleasure in my company today I think you are a natural Sir, how is it You know my body better than i do? that's lovely i must not lose sight of the fact that i am a submissive, and should be reminded of this fact dirty girl closing my arms about Your neck, kissing Your cheek I am very pleased with you sorry Sir, if i have overstepped good girl i see that many things are possible you are a rare and beautiful being would You like me to rub Your shoulders, Sir? cmon, hop up in My lap i can do much more than i ever thought i would or could I like to be humoured too hoping You find my nadu pleasing, Sir so long as your honesty shines though mmmmmm Sirrr, snuggling against You soft smiles Thank You again, Sir, for a memorable day Above all else I cherish you thank You for fluffing my cushion, Sir Sweet woman permission to speak freely, Sir? you are doing great kissing Your palm being submissive is a spiritual experience learning to let go, Sir...that's my difficulty I like teasing you and making you do things for Me would You tell me if You were bored with me? whispers... everything's ok now i enjoyed You being able to hear me your opinion is important to Me with all due respect Sir now lay flat in front of Me thank You Sir, i appreciate knowing that hugs you tightly again and smiles i am not the least bit aroused by being punished be My dirty girl and tell Me Sir, these are my confessions to You I was so pleased to see you I forgot to tell you to kneel Sir, i am overwhelmed I like spending time with you i await and welcome whatever punishment You deem appropriate Sir I just might have to correct that behaviour mightn't I pet i would be so proud to wear Your collar being a good submissive girl isn't easy eeek! these should be medium hard swats thinking You look cute with a blank look mmm you are wet aren't you slut? i don't want to have more feelings than i should pinches your nose playfully Sir, i love helping You how did you sleep pet? nothing to forgive Sir gonna have to spank your slutty little pushy ass aren't I pet? Sir, i have something i need to discuss with You you are very important to Me resting my cheek against Your leg and try not to blurt out questions pet Sir! You give me the giggles! and why might you say such a lovely thing pet? closing my eyes relax now My sweet slut i am speechless Sir I have a lovely flogger pet what is Your pleasure, Sir? you are making Me proud Sir, yes, i'm Your dirty little slut I'm getting horny thinking about you looking at You innocently eyes narrow Your kind attention to my cushion is very much appreciated, as always you are wonderful i am curious about You, as a person do you ever wonder where this is going? with you and Me I mean You are most delicious, Sir good words snuggles up against You I have the distinct impression you are distracted and not being honest about it skipping over to You it would please Me to give you a bit of correction Sir, that pleases me more than You know how am I supposed to stay mad at you? You make me feel ....special If I were there I would know how hard you could take, and how many Sir, i do love spending Your bedtime with You...i miss that I would have liked to stay closing my eyes, relishing Your touch mmm smacks forehead i am curious, as You know, Sir a bit erotic pet i am not sure where the energy came from I am pleased with the way you have handled this thank You for the snuggle oh jesus I am close be careful precious You are making Yourself crystal clear, Sir It identifies you as Mine sometimes i am very hard on myself very much enjoy seeing that in My minds eye i admit to being very fearful of venturing out without You this is My kiss thank You for sharing with me I am hard in My pants you little vixen i am sorry for the trouble i have caused you have been very good during this time pet just teasing You a bit such a clever pet not considering a suspended sentence, are You? pinches your nose playfully the taste is glorious ok brain fart lol may i sit in Your lap? just wanted to push you a little Sir, You make me feel beautiful would it pleasure you Sir, i had some very inappropriate feelings toward You last night I am a happy Dom precious one You are very gifted punishment is concluded fastening my collar around my neck heightens the sensations pet You have not invited me to sit in Your lap in quite some time I believe you are in possession of something else of Mine yes Sir, perhaps now i do have something to confess are you missing your things? do i ever do anything that surprises You? how are you feeling pet? choking up I am disappointed in this turn of events i am still marveling at how i got here exactly you have shown remarkable self-control pet drinking You down snuggle into Me You have made me one happy submissive I want you to put My shirt away Sir, i was not trying to be devious I am very comfortable with you pet i see the wisdom in Your words kneel in front of Me formally pet i'm prepared to accept whatever You deem fit, Sir as a collared sub I want you to know how amazing and lovely you are to Me planting a gentle kiss on Your neck you may speak i'll bring my toys Sir I have enjoyed O/our conversation today i'm being wicked Sir you may call Me Master pet Sir, i am shaking, literally in your immortal words... I couldn't wait i am naked except for my collar am anxious to be with you pet i was not expecting this today Sir I am far too angry to deal with this right now yes Sir, just enjoying the feel of Your arms around me that looks so sexy looking up into Your eyes you look lovely this morning i have a lot of catching up to do oh you cheeky slut lol if i say i feel "loved", will You understand my meaning? gives you a big hug wishing You didn't have to go so soon shut up i am wondering if You recall what Your initial impressions of me were place the collar around your neck and fasten its clasp thank You Master, i appreciate it I am pleased to see you pet taking my own advice...shutting up My lil angel i thank You for that you are a good sub pet Sir, i am honored, privileged and pleased to be wearing Your collar you are much loved too pet good night Master I am very proud of you pet Happy Birthday Sis! My sister, Suzie who was 23, had planned something special for my 18th birthday but she wouldn’t tell me, it was going to be a surprise. That afternoon we both “dressed to kill” and headed out into the city. We entered a really posh pub and found seats at the bar. We were there for around an hour, drinking and chatting, when she suddenly rose from her seat, gave me a quick kiss on the lips, said “Happy Birthday Jane”, before walking away. Surprised I watched her walk towards the door and was about to follow when a rather large hand was placed on my shoulder. I turned around to tell the offender where to go in no uncertain terms, when I looked into the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. “M-My name I-is Jane,” I stuttered. “Hello Jane, my name is Tom. You are quite stunning. Would you like to dance?” I dumbly nodded and allowed him to lead me onto the dance floor. With perfect timing, the DJ placed on a slow song. Tom caressed one of my small and delicate hands in his right palm, and with the other hand he held my back, pulling us close together. Being so close, inhaling his manly scent was driving me crazy. I could feel a slow burning heat suffusing my loins. Blood was rushing to my breasts and my pussy, engorging both my nipples and my lips. I was beginning to get wet. The start of another slow song wasn’t helping matters. As our bodies ground together I could feel his appendage straining through his pants, he was responding to this dancing as well. I must seem like such a slut to this gorgeous man. I had to get away. “Would you like a drink Jane, you seem flushed.” “I’d love one”, I replied a little too quickly. What was I saying? The longer I stayed around this man the worse things were becoming. I could feel my panties beginning to stick to the inside of my thighs. “It is quite hot in here, would you like to go for a walk in the fresh air?” He was right, it was hot in here, my face and my neck felt flushed with the heat. I quickly downed my Bacardi and nodded to him. Once again he gently lead me from the noisy bar and out into the fresh evening air. As the cool air blew around me I felt my nipples go rock hard. We began walking down the street, and I must have been a bit dizzy from sculling my last drink so quickly, because I tripped and twisted my ankle. “Are you all right?” he asked instantly, with a concerned look on his face. “Here, let me help you.” At which point he picked me up and started carrying me down the street. I had not realised how strong and muscular he was, I kept getting lost in his blue eyes. “Where are we going?” I asked. My ankle was throbbing, and my head was starting to hurt, all I wanted to do was lie down. “I have a hotel room just across the street”, and he indicated a large hotel 3 buildings up and across the road, “ that is if you don’t mind, you will be able to lie down and rest your feet.” Between my throbbing ankle, head and state of inebriation I was in no mood to reject such an offer from a gorgeous man, and being single at the time I counted it as a bonus. I nodded and closed my eyes, allowing him to carry me in peace. ********************** A short time later I found myself laying on a King size double bed, in the penthouse of the hotel with a marvellous view of the harbour and a glass of champagne in my hand, all pain in my ankle forgotten. “This room has a beautiful view Tom, it must be hideously expensive?” “It is worth it,” he smiled deprecatingly. Tom was standing over by the window, sipping his bubbly with an air of supreme confidence and power. Once again I was beginning to feel flushed and found myself admiring his muscular body. Images of unbridled lust and feverish lovemaking kept surfacing in my mind, feelings that were alien to me. “Come and sit down on the bed and relax,” I offered. He casually moved over to the bed and sat down close to me, and we reclined on the bed looking out of the windows at the view of the harbour. We talked for a while, whilst drinking, and imperceptibly moved closer with each passing minute, until while looking deep into his eyes I found myself locked in a passionate embrace, kissing him. He was a wonderful kisser, and I felt his tongue enter my mouth, slowly tasting, testing, exploring. As we kissed I felt his hands begin to wander, those large calloused hands exploring my lithe, young body, eventually finding the zipper at the back of my dress and slowly, agonisingly lowering it. The seconds seemed to drag by, until he carefully lifted my body up so he could peel the dress upwards and over my shoulders. Then his hands began to wander, once again, finally touching flesh. My skin seemed to burn, with an inner fire, everywhere he touched. He slowly caressed by arms, moving up to my shoulders, then down my sides and onto my stomach. My breasts were beginning to ache as they swelled with blood, and I could feel my wetness slowly leaking down my thighs, I was soaked! Deliberately avoiding those areas in so much need of touch, he began to stroke and massage my thighs and calves, all the way down to my feet. I felt like I was on fire I was burning with need and desire, “Please, please ………..” He ignored my and continued to leisurely caress everywhere but where I wanted him to. Finally he reached behind me and unfastened my bra and ever so slowly peeled it off. Then, he stood up and took a couple of steps back, enjoying the view. I looked up at him, pleading. Then he knelt on the bed beside me and began to circle my breasts with his fingers, lightly, almost not touching at all. I could feel my nipples, standing up like bullets, engorged, aching with need, waiting to be touched. Finally he softly caressed the nipple, lightly pinching it, before changing to the other breast. As he softly cupped my other breast he bent over my body and began to molest my lonely nipple with his tongue. “Oh my god” I cried out. I was in heaven. As he sucked and nipped at my breasts I could feel the heat linking my breasts and pussy. Something was slowly building within me, straining for release. His hands now slid down my sides to my panties and gently rolled them down my sides. “My, my, you are wet, you little minx.” He has just noticed my sodden panties and the trail of moisture they left down my thighs. “Let me clean you up.” And with that he buried his face in my virgin cunt. Now whilst I have had a boyfriend, we had never gotten past the feeling up stage, and as he was younger than me, he was clumsy and didn’t know how to give me pleasure. I had never before had a man take complete control and rock my world. Tom lapped up and down my swollen lips, before plunging his tongue into my little hole and then back upwards until he found my little rosebud clit. “Oh, Oh, OHHHHHHHH!” My mind shattered into a million pieces and I screamed as I experienced an earth shaking orgasm. He kept lapping at my clit and I grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him into me. He then placed a finger at my virgin hole and slowly wormed it into me. I found myself trying to push down on it as it slowly filled me up. Tom kept lapping at my clit. I was so aroused that it didn’t take long before I was bucking wildly upon his face and screaming out his name as I experienced another amazing orgasm. Afterwards he removed his finger and sat up on the bed whilst I lay there warm and fuzzy in my own little golden world, thoroughly enjoying the afterglow. Tom unbuttoned his shirt and removed his top and his trousers as I watched on through my haze. I was starting to become more aroused just looking over his muscular build and as he removed his boxers I gasped at the size of his monster. I had seen a penis before, but it had just been a little boy penis. This was a huge man’s penis, almost 8 – 9 inches long and probably 1 – 1 ½ wide. “You’re Huge!” I blurted. “Thank you.” Since I had just received so much pleasure from this man I wanted to return the favour. As he sat on the edge of the bed I knelt on the floor next to him and grasped his tool in my hand. My fingers barely closed around the shaft it was so thick. As I started to caress and explore this new delight it seemed to jump in my hand and became even harder than it already was. I slowly kissed the purple head and began to lick the shaft. “Yeah, that’s nice,” Tom murmured, reclining on the bed. Soon I began to try to swallow his cock, and only managed to get about 3 inches in before I gagged. However, I kept trying and within minutes I was able to swallow about half. Tom was beginning to move his hips in time with my head, when he grabbed me by the shoulders and lifted me bodily so I was crouched above his waist. As I looked down I was a little daunted by his size but I realized that I very much wanted this man inside me right now. I grabbed his penis and lifted it up so that it was pointing directly at my hole. I lowered my hips down and began to rub his head over my mound, up and down the lips, and around my clit, eliciting groans from both of us. “Stop teasing,” he said. As I pushed down I felt his head push against my inner lips, the pressure was immense, I could feel myself stretching to accommodate that huge organ. It was lucky I was really wet or it would have been almost impossible. The stretching increased, then suddenly his head was inside and I lowered myself further down his pole, slowly adjusting to his great girth. It was a little bit uncomfortable at first, but as I began to move up and down the momentary pain melded with the undeniable pleasure, overwhelming me. I found that as I pushed down, I could grind my clit into him. “Oh, my god that’s soo good, fuck me Tom, fuck me!” He began to buck upwards as I moved to meet him and as I looked down I realised that our pubic bones were meeting. I was fully impaled upon his monster cock. I could feel him stretching me wide apart. I started bucking up and down on him, our hips smacking wetly as we both fucked each other, lost in the pleasure. He reached between us and rubbed my clit. “Uh, Uh, Ungh, god yes, I’m cumming, I’m cummmmmmmmming!!!” My head thrashed from side to side and I flailed my body upon him like a mad woman. As my mind slowly returned to my body, and I lay spent in his arms, he continued pumping into me as I lay passive. Soon his fucking became erratic and he cried out even as I felt my pussy fill with hot liquids. We both lay still for some minutes, his cock still buried deep inside me, softening. Eventually he pulled out with an audible “Pop” and carried me to the shower. I could feel his spunk slowly dibbling down my thighs. He gently washed me all over, paying particular attention to my throbbing pussy. He pressed the shower head into my pussy whilst he again played with my clit and brought me to yet another amazing orgasm. I collapsed into his arms and he lovingly dried me all over and carried me back into bed where I promptly passed out in his arms, with an enormous smile on my face. I awoke late that morning, wondering whether it had all been a dream. I looked around the room, and I was still in the penthouse apartment, but there was no sign of Tom. However, my pussy was sore, I was aching all over, so it can’t have been a dream. There was also the undeniable odour of sex around the bed. My mobile rang at that instant, it was my sister, Suzie. “So did you have a good night?” “What do you mean…..?” How could she know? I saw her leave the bar just before I…….Oh. It all clicked into place. “Did you set me up?” “Happy Birthday Sis!” A quick note to the reader, hope you enjoyed my little tale. Please leave feedback to let me know what you think. I will try to write some more sultry tales soon. Also a great big thank you to “EroticaSeanStyle” for his editorial assistance. Much Kudos! Cheers Everyone. Happy Birthday Sis! It's Midnight on Saturday, my parents are out of town and I have the house to myself to catch up on all my favorite shows on my DVR when the doorbell rings. I go to answer it and standing in the doorway holding up my sister Gina is her friend Jackie. "Hey Tony, it looks like Gina enjoyed her 18th birthday a little too much, she is pretty drunk. Sorry to drop her like this, but I have to get home before my parents get home. Bye." Jackie said, pushing her into my arms. Gina stumbled into my arms and I walked her over to the couch. "Gina, are you ok? How much did you have to drink?" "Tony, I am so drunk, I played beer pong all night. I think I won!" she slurred to me. This weekend Gina turned 18, she is two years younger than me, so I try to look out for her when I can. Looks like this time I couldn't. I think this is the first time she drank alcohol and it is showing the effects. "Tony, I am so drunk, please don't tell Mom and Dad, they will kill me" Gina said. "I won't tell them, but they will be home in the morning so you need to get to bed ASAP and sleep this off." Gina just laid on the couch motionless. As I looked at her, I noticed that my little sister is actually pretty hot. She is wearing a short tight blue skirt with a red tank top. She is about 5'6 with shoulder length wild black hair and brown eyes. We are 100% Italian and it shows. Gina has thick eyebrows, long beautiful lashes and fine black hairs that cover her arms. For a girl with hair on her arms they are very feminine and sexy. Her breasts are about 34B or larger and nicely shaped. As my sister was laying on the couch, I took the opportunity to gently caress her sexy arms and lightly brush the hair on her arms. "Gina, let's go upstairs and get you to bed." I said as I now shook her arms. "Ok, Ok, Tony, but you have to help me up the stairs, I don't think that I can make it." I pulled on Gina's arm and put my arm under her armpits and picked her up off the couch. I held her up and helped her walk up the stairs. We finally made it to the hallway heading toward her bedroom when she said, "I think I am going to be sick, get me to the bathroom, quick!" I grabbed Gina and dragged her into the bathroom, dropped her on the floor in front of the toilet and lifted the lid. Gina immediately threw up barely making the toilet. The second time she threw up she wasn't as lucky. She got it in her hair and all over and almost on her tank top. "Oh Tony, I don't feel good. There is puke is in my hair. I hope I didn't get it on my top, it is brand new," she cried. "Gina I think you should take off your top, if you get puke on your top, Mom will know when she does laundry and you will be busted." I warned her. "I don't want to take off my top, I am not wearing a bra. I don't want you to see my tits." After saying that, she immediately threw up again. "I have seen many girl's boobs before, don't be embarrassed. Is it worth getting caught by Mom and Dad? You will be grounded for weeks and I will also be in trouble." "Oh crap, you are right. Please help me off with my top." With that, Gina raised her arms and I reached down and slowly pulled her top over her head. She immediately covered her breasts with her arms. She was kneeling in front of the toilet resting between throw-ups. I pulled her hair back and gently ran my hand up and down her back. She was getting goose bumps all over her body and the hair on her arms quickly stood on end. I brushed my fingertips up and down her arms. She felt relaxed. "Tony, you are the best brother a girl could ever have. Thank you so much." Just when I thought things had calmed down, Gina shrieks, "Tony my stomach doesn't feel good, I have to shit!" Suddenly, Gina quickly stood up turned around, pulled down her skirt and panties and just as she sat on the toilet a brown turd exited her ass. "Tony, please help me, I feel so sick, and I will never drink again. I promise. I'm so embarrassed." "Gina, don't be embarrassed, I did the same thing you did, but Dad was taking care of me. I was grounded for a month." Gina grinned when she heard that. At this point there was no hiding herself, my 18 year old sister was sitting in front of me naked on the toilet. Her puke stained hair was covering her left breast and the other was completely exposed. Her perky tit was cone shaped, about 34B with a large dark brown silver dollar areola covering the complete tip of her breast. She still had goose bumps so her nipple was totally erect standing at attention. I couldn't believe how big her nipples and areolas were. I am used to seeing small pink nipples on the women I have dated. These were outstanding. I moved in front of her and once again began rubbing her arms. Her legs were spread as she continued to go to the bathroom. Just as Gina had long black hair, and hair on her arms, she had a nice thick black bush between her legs. I was shocked that she didn't shave, but pleasantly surprised. Two more turds dropped from her ass then a clear stream of piss flowed out of her beautiful hairy pussy. I pretended not to look, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of her bush. I handed her toilet paper and said, "Why don't you clean up while I wash my hands." "Thanks." She said. As much as I wanted to see her wipe her pussy clean, I felt that I should give her some privacy. "Do you feel better?" I asked. "A little, but now I have puke in my hair and on my arms." "You need a shower, luckily you didn't get any on your clothes for Mom to see. Just take a shower so that you are clean in the morning when they get home. Do you need help with your shower?" I offered. "No, I should be alright,"she answered. "If you need help, let me know." I left the bathroom disappointed and stood outside the door for a minute. Then I heard, "Tony, are you there? I do need your help." I opened the door and Gina was standing up, completely naked, holding on to the bathroom sink. "I stood up to take off my skirt and I my head began spinning. Please help me," she cried. I grabbed a hold of her arms and led her in to the shower. If I was to let go of her I was afraid she might fall. "Tony, you need to get in the shower and help me." "I can't get my clothes wet, Mom will wonder why my clothes are all wet." "Then take them off. You get to see me naked, I should get to see you naked. Fair is fair." she smiled. I started to take off my shirt and watched the expression on her face as she was watching me strip. I unbuckled my belt and began to pull off my pants. Her eyes gazed at the bulge in my boxer briefs. "Ok, let's get started", I said as I walked in the shower. "Hold on!" she yelled. "Take off your boxers. Show me what you are hiding. Fair is fair!" she reminded me. She stared at my bulge as I pulled down my boxers and exposed my cock which was dangling five inches between my legs. I was too nervous to get hard, it seemed awkward. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened. "Wow that is huge! I have only seen a few cocks, but yours is the biggest I have seen." She shouted. I am not used to someone staring at my cock, but I can't blame her. I hope she hasn't seen too many cocks like she said. "So now that we are both naked, what do you think of me?" She asked. She stood in front of me and moved her hair behind her ears. "Gina, you are my sister!" I said. "Right so you can be honest with me. Tell me the truth. Do you like my nipples? I think they are too big." She said as she pushed her tits together. "Your nipples are unique. Most of the girls I have seen have small pink nipples. Guys like big nips." I reassured her. "Yeah, I guess you are right. Many of the girls in gym class have small nipples except for the girls with really big tits. I am the only one in my class with small tits and big nipples. My areolas are so dark compared to others." "That's because you're Italian, we have dark features." I told her. "I guess you are right. My friend Jackie is Irish and hers are pink. What do you think of my bush? Is it too hairy?" She asked as she ran her fingers through it fluffing it up. "Most of the girls in my class shave, but I don't want to look like a girl, I want to look like a woman! Do you understand where I am coming from?" "I do and I agree with you. What does Jackie's bush look like?" I asked. "She shaves her lips, but has some hair above the lips. She doesn't have a full triangle like me. She is Irish and has very fine hair to begin with, while I am hairy, look at my arms." She said as she extended her arm running her fingers up and down gently brushing her beautiful arm hair. "Are you feeling better? You look better." "Yes, I hate to say it, but throwing up was the best thing to do, even though I am a mess." "Before we start the shower, now I have to piss." I told her as I started exiting the shower. "Hold on, don't leave! You can piss in here." "What, you don't think it's gross?" "How much grosser can things get, I am covered in puke." She laughed. "Besides, I never seen a guy piss, I also want to feel what it is like to piss like a guy." "What do you mean by that?" I asked nervously. "I don't want you to think that I am weird or anything, but I want you to stand behind me, and put your dick between my legs. I want to hold your dick while you piss as though I am the guy. Can we try it, please?" She begged. "Ok if you want to try it." I got behind Gina and bent down a little and pressed my pelvis against her tight ass. "Spread your legs and grab my dick," I said. She reached down for my dick, grabbing a hold she pulled it from between her legs. She pulled it up to her pussy and I can feel her thick bush tickling my shaft. If I didn't have to piss so badly, I would have gotten a hard on. I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. "Wow, your dick is thick. So are you ready to pee?" She asked as she held my cock in her hands. "Hold on, let me concentrate. Ok, I'm ready when you are." I had to pee badly so once I got settled, I let it go. As I started peeing, Gina grabbed my dick harder and began moving it up and all over as though it was a hose, laughing while she was doing this. I could feel the shaft of my dick being pulled in her pussy lips. "Are you having fun?" I asked sarcastically. "Yes! I wish I could do this when I pissed." She laughed. Since Gina was preoccupied using my dick as a hose. I moved my right hand from her waist to below her navel and on the top of her bush. I ran my fingers through her bush feeling the softness of her curly hairs. Finally, my pee was coming to an end, and it stopped. "Make sure you shake it so that all the drops come out." I instructed her. "Ok, like this?" she asked as she shook it up and down until all the droplets exited my dick. Gina let go of my dick and I let go of her and stood up. "That was fun, I wish I could pee standing up." "Have you ever tried it?" I asked. "I've squatted, but never stood up." "Do you remember my old girlfriend Jenny? She was able to pee standing up." "How did she do it without pee running down her legs? Gina wondered. "I'll show you. Spread your legs far apart, lean back a little, take your fingers and spread your vagina lips and pull up so that your pee hole is pointing up a little and pee." "Ok, let me try." I stood back and watched Gina spread her legs. I was able to get a nice view of her thick, bush which covered her pussy lips with a perfect triangle of hair. She moved her fingers down to her pussy lips and spread them wide. Beyond the thick patch of hair were soft pink lips. As she pulled her lips up as I directed, she lifted the hood covering her budding clitoris which was fully exposed for me to see. Was Gina getting turned on by this? I asked myself. All of a sudden a massive fountain of piss flowed out from her pink pussy lips and it hit me in the chest. Gina laughed hysterically when she saw this and yelled proudly, "I'm peeing like a guy!" Next, she aimed her piss directly at my dick and hit it spot on. "Hey watch your aim." I laughed back at her. "I need SOMETHING to aim at." "Then so do I." Listening and watching her piss made me have to pee again. I aimed my dick high and let out a strong stream directly at Gina's large areolas. She was shocked that I started peeing back at her, but she laughed. We were now in a piss war. Gina was shooting at my cock and I had moved down to her dark forest. I continued pissing all over her getting her pubic hair all wet. As I was finishing up, I saved the last strong stream for her clit which looked like it needed some attention. I landed a direct hit to her clitoris and she shuddered at the feeling. Her piss finally ended, but she kept her lips open letting the warm pee drench her clit and lips. She watched as my piss slowly came to a halt. She let go of her lips, but as she did I noticed her rubbed hand over her wet lips and clit as though to dry it, but I knew she enjoyed the feeling of my warm piss spraying her pink pussy lips and hard clit. We looked at each other and laughed. She had droplets of pee running down from her tits to her bush which absorbed the majority of piss. "Now we both need a shower." I said. I turned on the shower and got it nice and warm. "Ladies first." I said. Gina walked under the shower and ran her fingers through her long black hair. She turned around and faced me as she leaned her head back and eyes closed soaking head under the hot, steamy shower. I took this opportunity to stare at my sister's beautiful body as the water cascaded down. Water streamed down her face down over her breasts, dripping from the tips of her nipples which grew totally erect from the showers warm sensation. Water flowed through the cleavage between her tits and followed a path directly down to her dense bush. Her pussy hair which was wild and full was now becoming straight and matted down from the water fall. I could feel my dick which dangled between my legs so far start to get hard. I did not want to get a hard on in front of my sister so I looked up and Gina opened her eyes. "This feels great! Are you ready for the shower?" "Yes, I do have piss all over me." I joked. Gina reached up and took the handle of the shower head from the holder and aimed the sprayer at me. "Turn around and let me rinse you down" she said as she began rinsing my hair. I turned around and felt the warm water through my scalp and down my back. Gina ran her fingers through my hair and her nails scratching my scalp. She aimed the shower down my back and over the cheeks of my ass. I spread my legs a little so that the water would hit my balls from behind. Gina took notice of this and aimed the shower head up so that the shower spray was directly on my balls. It felt so good, I didn't want her to stop. Instead she commanded me to turn around. My cock, which was limp most of the time, was now beginning to show signs of life. I was trying like hell not to get a boner, but after spraying my balls with the shower, I can only control so much. I turned around and Gina aimed the shower directly at my chest. "Let me rinse my piss off you. Stand still." She said. I watched Gina as she methodically began rinsing off my chest. She spray each of my nipples as she aimed in a back and forth movement over my chest. Then she changed the direction and moved the shower head up and down my chest. She went up and down three times. The third time she slowly moved the shower head down towards my eagerly waiting cock which was not totally limp, but was still facing the ground. "Let me clean off your dick really well. I know I drenched it pretty good." Gina gently moved the pulsating water up and down the long shaft of my penis finally aiming the spray directly on the large head of my cock. With that, my cock began to grow before Gina's eyes. As much as I wanted to avoid getting a hard on, I knew it was only a matter of time. "I think I found a sweet spot! Look how big it is getting." She said in shock. I watched her eyes get bigger as she stared and kept the water aimed at the head of my growing cock. My cock grew from a limp five inches to a totally hard eight and a half inches staring up towards Gina. "Holy shit Bro, I thought your cock was big before, I didn't expect it to get that big. How big is it?" she wondered. "I'm not sure, I never measured it." I lied to her. I didn't want her to think I was weird measuring my own cock. "Can I measure it? Mom keeps a sewing tape measure in the drawer in the sink vanity." Before I could say anything, Gina puts the shower head back in the holder, opens the shower and reached for the tape in the drawer. "How do you measure it?" She asked. "I will hold it straight and measure from the pelvis to the head." As I held my cock straight, Gina measured as I told her. "Oh my God, I can't believe your cock is eight and a half inches long." Then she took the tape and measured across my thick cock. "It is one and a half inches thick also. You are HUGE!" "Speaking of huge and since we have the tape measure. How big are your areolas? I questioned. She quickly put her arms across her chest hiding them out of embarrassment. "I know they are bigger than most of the girls in gym, like I told you." "Don't be embarrassed, let me measure them, remember what you said earlier, "fair is fair". "Ok, you got me there." She slowly removed her arms covering her pointy tits to reveal her large brown areolas that cover the whole front portion of her tits. I stretched the tape measure from one side of her areola to the other. "Two inches." I said. I repeated the same from top to bottom. "Two inches again." "My nipples are 2 inches wide?" she gasped. "I can't believe they are that big." she said in disappointment. "Gina, trust me, remember what I said, guys love big areolas and long erect nipples too" "Measure my nipples, how long are they." She eagerly wondered. Her nipples were hard, but not like before. "Are they totally erect?" I asked her. She looked down and pinched them. "Hold on." She said as she took the shower head off and aimed the water directly on her left nipple causing it to immediately stiffen. She gave a gentle squeeze, just to be sure. "Mmmm, they are now!" she smiled. I held tape up against her dark areola, which now had goose bumps protruding from it and measured her hard nipple that pointed out. "Quarter of an inch long." "Is that long?" "Trust me, Sis, you have a nice set of tits. Don't ever be embarrassed by them." "Ok, I trust you that guys will like them." She said with confidence. Gina turned around, reached for the shampoo and began washing her hair. I grabbed the loofa and poured body wash in it and began to lather it up. As Gina was washing her hair, I gently caressed her back with the loofa, lathering up her back. She jumped a little taken by surprise, but gave in to the relaxing, sensual feeling of the loofa massaging her back. "Mmmmm, I am in Heaven." She said with a deep sigh. I moved the loofa up and down her back each time getting lower and lower towards her ass. Finally, I made my way down to the right cheek of her ass, then over to the left cheek. She pushed her ass towards me, not wanting me to stop. Just to tease her I knelt down and began rubbing the back of her left leg, up to her ass then down her right leg. As I made my down to her right ankle, I moved to her left ankle and began scrubbing up towards her left inner thigh. As I got closer to her thigh, Gina spread her legs inviting me to her pussy. I teased her again, bypassing her pussy and moving over to her right thigh and scrubbed down to her ankle. I repeated the same motion up to her left thigh again. This time Gina spread her legs even more. Happy Birthday Sis! I looked at her pussy from behind. Her black bush was soaking wet and strands of hair were hanging from her lips with water dripping from the ends. I just wanted to move the loofa between her legs and soap up her aching pussy, but I also wanted to tease her more. She is my sister, I have been teasing her my whole life, why stop now. "Turn around so I can wash the rest of you." "Are you done with my back already?" Gina seemed disappointed that I didn't go near her swollen pussy. She turned around and began rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. Once again her naked body was staring at me and I was staring back. Her perky breasts jutted out and her brown areolas and nipples were relaxed under the soothing warm water. I wanted to get her nipples hard again! I picked up the loofa which still had plenty of suds oozing out of it. "Hold out your arm." I requested. Gina stopped rinsing her hair and held out her right arm. I held her hand and stretched out her arm. Her skin was very soft and the gentle hair that covered her arm was matted down by the water. I scrubbed her arm up and down from the shoulder to the wrist several times. Each time moving the soapy hairs up and down with my strokes. I did the same to the other arm. I can tell Gina liked this soapy massage as slowly closed her eyes. I directed the loofa just under her chin and across her upper chest. Soapy water cascaded over glistening tits. The white soapy suds attached to her large dark areolas and began to awaken her sleepy nipples. Slowly, I lowered the loofa from her upper chest to her cleavage and between her gorgeous breasts. I scrubbed the loofa around each breast several times. Each time getting closer and closer to her awaiting sensitive nipples which were slowly beginning to rise before my eyes. I gently moved the loofa clockwise over her right nipple a few times getting it even more erect. I could feel her taut nipple bend beneath my touch as the loofa passed over it. As I moved on to the left nipple, Gina quickly raised her hand to her right tit and continued pinching her nipple where I left off. I took my left hand and gently squeezed her left breast making her nipple poke out even further. I scrubbed small circles around her areola ending up at the tip of her quarter inch nipple. I looked at Gina's face and her eyes were closed and she was gently biting her lower lip in excitement. Now both nipples were totally erect and the sexy goose bumps returned to her huge areolas. I guided the loofa down her flat stomach and gently squeezed suds out of the loofa that slowly filled her navel and continued down to the top of her curly black triangle. The soapy suds glistened as they intertwined with her soaking wet pubic hair that hung from her pussy. I took the loofa and guided it down the front of her legs. Gina spread her legs slightly apart in anticipation of what was coming next. I gently scrubbed her inner thighs of each with the soapy loofa. The back of my hand was brushing against her wet bush, slightly teasing her. As I rubbed each inner thigh she lowered her body so her pussy would rubbed up against my hand even more. I couldn't tease her anymore! I knelt down in front of Gina. Her bush was in front of my face and her swollen pussy was waiting to be cleaned. I looked up and Gina continued to play with her nipples. She looked down at me smiled and said, "My bush needs a good cleaning from all that pissing we did." She raised her left leg and rested it on the side of the tub exposing her pink lips. I reached for the body wash and squeezed a few more drops onto the loofa which became extra sudsy. I put my left hand on the back of Gina's ass and positioned the loofa below her navel and above her furry triangle and began scrubbing the loofa over her thick bush. Her pubic hair was now a sudsy tangled mess that spread out in all directions. I grabbed her ass tighter and gently rubbed the rough textured loofa over her wanting lips. Gina put her right hand on my head and the other hand on her left knee for stability as her legs shook in excitement. I moved the loofa over her pussy in a rhythmic motion that she was moving her hips with the same rhythm. As much as she was enjoying the loofa, the loofa couldn't go inside her. I dropped the loofa and without missing a beat replaced the loofa with the palm of my hand. I ran my soapy fingers through her wet bush gently pulling on her black curly hairs. Gina let out a moan. Does my sister like a little pain? I asked myself. As I did this again, I looked up and as I was pulling on her pubes, Gina was tugging on her right nipple stretching it as though it were rubber. The harder I pulled, her bush, the harder she twisted her nipple, the louder her moans got. "Oh Tony, I never felt like this before." "If you think this feels good then this should feel even better." I responded by sliding in my middle finger inside her moist pussy. She let out loud gasp as she was caught by surprise by my move. She was so wet my thick finger easily glided in and out. Gina was on the brink of a major orgasm and I hadn't even touched her throbbing clit yet. As my right middle finger was moving in and out of her soaked pussy, I parted her thick lips and exposed her red clit that shot out from its hood. I was going to run my finger over it a few times get her off, but I had a better idea. Without taking my finger out of her aching cunt, I stood up, looked into Gina's eyes. "What are you going to do now?" she asked with and moan. "You will see." I smiled. I removed her hand from her stiff nipple and moved my mouth towards it. I playfully licked just the tip of it flickering my tongue back and forth. "Mmmm suck it, suck it hard!" she demanded. I applied both my lips over it and sucked it, as hard as I could stretching her nipple and finally letting go. "Do it again, but harder. It feels so good." So, she wants it harder. I thought to myself. Before I sucked her nipple again. I moved my finger in and out of Gina's pussy a little harder. This time as I wrapped my lips around her nipple, I put it between my teeth. I gently moved my teeth over her nipple up and down causing her body to twitch with movement finally giving one last suck before I released it from my mouth. "Oh my God, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum!" She cried out. "Not yet." I said. It was time to give my sister the incredible orgasm she has been waiting for. I reached for the shower head that was in the holder. I pointed the spray directly on the delicious nipple that I was feasting on. I could tell it sent shivers throughout Gina's body. Again she had goose bumps all over her body. The hair on Gina's arms which were once matted down are now standing on end. The suds on her body are being washed away from the shower. I knelt down again in front of her bush which was trapping all the soap that flowed from above. My middle finger was still working away inside her pussy. Her cunt lips clenched tight around my finger as I moved it in and out. I aimed the spray of the shower head directly on her bush washing away all the soap. Now it is time for my sister's surprise. I got back into a nice rhythm finger fucking Gina. She was moving along with the motion. I aimed the shower head upwards directly on her lips and slowly moving it up towards her clit. I could tell I hit her clit because her hips immediately bucked back. Gina let out a loud moan, "Holy shit that feels awesome! Don't move the spray." With that Gina moved her hands down to her pussy and spread her lips with her fingers. Her engorged clit was now the size of a pea and she was ready to explode. Her cunt was so wet that I inserted another finger with ease. She yelled with acceptance. I aimed the shower directly on her throbbing clit. Her pussy went into and immediate spasm and her legs shook violently. "Oh God, don't move the spray, keep it there. Fuck me harder, I'm cumming!" I looked up at Gina and her head was tilted back with her eyes closed enjoying every second of her orgasm. As her orgasm continued, her legs twitched, her hips swayed and she lost all control. After a few more intense seconds, her body shuddered and relaxed. I removed my fingers, and stood up. "Oh my God, that was the most intense orgasm I have ever had Bro!" she smiled. Gina looked down at my cock, which was limp and dangling between my legs. "Now it's your turn." Gina said sheepishly. She took the shower head from my hand and aimed it at my chest, down to my stomach and finally directly on my cock. She moved the head all around, it felt so good I parted my legs. Once Gina saw this, she knew what to do. She turned the shower head upside down and positioned it right under my balls. I felt my cock begin to grow and thicken. Gina watched in amazement. "Come on Tony, get it hard for me, bigger, bigger, yeah that's good." She said, coaching my dick to a full erection. Now that my 8 ½ inch dick was staring at up at her, she sprayed the shower from the base of my cock, slowly up the long shaft to the large head that would twitch with every spray. "Mmmm, now it's time to soap you up." Gina grinned in anticipation. I put the shower head back in the holder and began washing my hair while Gina prepared the loofa with extra drops of body wash. Just as I had done to her, he began washing my neck, arms and chest. I looked at Gina's incredible body as she was cleaning me. Once again, Gina's body was covered in goose bumps, her sexy arm hair stood on end and her nipples were still totally erect from the excitement. Gina ran the loofa over my chest causing my nipples to become erect. "Nice nipples Tony." She jokingly remarked as she pinched my left nipple. "Do you want to do a nipple kiss?" "What is a nipple kiss?" I asked. "When we are taking showers in gym class and we see another girl with erect nipples, we yell "Nipple Kiss" and I hold my tits and she holds hers and we rub our erect nipples together as though are nipples are kissing. It's pretty funny. So anyway, Nipple Kiss." Gina yells, grabs her tits, walks closer to me and rubs her hard nipples against mine. I look down as she does this. Her areolas are three times the size of mine and her nipples twice the size of my nipples. I watch her nipples bend back and forth as they 'kissed'. Gina got so close that my hard cock pressed up against her stomach as our nipples touched. Gina laughed, "Congratulations, you just had your first nipple kiss." I laughed with her. She took the loofa and massaged my stomach and squeezed the soap from the loofa down to my bush and over my balls. She guided the loofa under my balls and to the sweet spot between my anus and balls. Gina looked at my face and could see how much I was enjoying her cleaning. I moaned with delight. "Do you like this Tony? Does this feel good? She asked slyly. "Hell yeah." I said. "Then I know you're going to like this." With that said, Gina soaps up her hands, grabs by balls with her left hand and my throbbing cock with her right hand and in unison rubs my balls and strokes my cock. Her left hand shifts back and forth from my balls to my ass with light touches and scratches. Her right hand glides up and down my long shaft teasing the head of my dick with a twisting motion. "You are huge Bro. I need two hands to stroke your cock." Gina moved her left hand and joined the right hand in giving me the ultimate hand job. "Oh my God Gina, this is awesome. I am going to cum soon." "Tony, this is so hot! I want you to fuck me with this cock." "Gina, you are my sister, I can't fuck you." "Tony, please, I may never see a cock this big again. Fuck me with it." Before I could say another word, Gina turned around, bent over and guided my thick pole in to her hairy cunt. I slowly guided it in. With each inch I entered, Gina's moans became louder. Once I was totally in, I slowly moved in and out of her moist pussy. "Mmmm faster Tony, faster." She cried. I rammed her faster and faster and she screamed louder and louder. "Fuck me harder!" I forgot that she liked a little pain. I grabbed hold of her waist and slammed my dick in and out of her. My pelvis was clapping against her ass. Each clap would release a moan, followed by a scream. "Oh Tony, please don't stop keep going!" I couldn't believe how much fucking my little sister could take. I decided to step it up a notch since she likes pain. I moved my hands from her waist and spread the cheeks of her ass apart. Little wet hairs surrounded her anus. I spread her cheeks as wide as I could and moved my thumb all around her pink hole. The harder I fucked her, the more I moved my thumb over and around her anus. She pressed her hands against the shower wall for support ask the fucking continued. "Oh God Tony. I can't take much more." She screamed with delight. "Gina, you are so hot, play with your clit, I'm going to cum soon." Gina removed her right hand from the wall and began rubbing her clit with her fingers. Her screaming was unrecognizable. I could feel her legs tremble and her body shake. I immediately stopped rubbing her anus with my thumb and instead inserted it into her ass. Once my thumb entered her ass, her whole body convulsed, her pussy lips tightened around my cock. I kept pumping her pussy as hard as I could and thumb fucking her sweet ass at the same time. Finally we both scream out in unison, "I'm cumming"! Her body trembled, I moved my left hand from her ass and held her up by her stomach. I pulled out my cock, stroked it and shot a huge load up to the top of her back. The second load shot the middle of her back, and the remaining shots I aimed on her ass cheeks. I squeezed one small load out of the head of my dick and slapped her ass with my dick until it was empty. Gina grabbed the wall and slowly stood up. She turned to me with a huge smile and said, "Like I said, you're the best brother a girl could ever have." I smiled back to her and said, "Happy Birthday Sis!" Happy Birthday Skip! This story takes place in the 1970's, when the drinking age in the state was 18. ... Chapter One: Skip turns 18. Mercifully, the infamous song always sung to commemorate birthdays was as brief as possible, and I was grateful to Mr. Langer and his son and my best friend Greg for omitting the superfluous choruses about how old are you. I was 18 and we all knew it, and I was anxious to get to the business at hand, which involved the consumption of beer. Genesee Beer, to be precise, and while it was certainly not the first time I had drunk beer with my pal Greg, it was the first time I could do it legally. Drinking with my friend's father was a little weird, but since I had known Mr. Langer most of my life, after a couple of beers we were all cool with it. Greg's parents had divorced a couple of years ago, which was tough on Greg, but he did see him every other week. I was surprised when I got invited on this camping trip to Lake Durant, but being a fixture at the Langer house forever, I suppose I shouldn't have been. "You're as bad as Greg with this hair," Mr. Langer had said, pulling on my hair which I wore a shoulder length, much like his son. "It's like going camping with a couple of girls, only without the fringe benefits." "Dad!" Greg groaned, recoiling at his father's attempt at risque humor, but I thought it was funny. Not something my father would say, but then again my old man wouldn't have trucked me and a friend up in the godforsaken wilderness for a few days of camping either. The fact that it was my birthday was reason enough for the party to become more adult, so I was happy that Greg's dad had packed a couple cases of good old Genny with the camping gear. "At least I won't be contributing to the delinquency of minors," Mr. Langer noted, since his son was two months older than me. So that's how we ended up sitting around the campfire on a muggy June evening in the Adirondacks, swatting the occasional mosquito and drinking. In my friend Greg's case, drinking too much too soon, as was his custom, and before long he was falling asleep in the lawn chair. When a nearly full beer can feel out of his hand when he nodded off, that was the final straw for his father, who escorted him into the tent we would be sharing. After getting Greg safely into the tent, Mr. Langer announced that he would be turning in right after hitting the comfort station, and he seemed pleased when I told him I would join him. "Gorgeous night," Mr. Langer said as we reached the somewhat primitive bathroom, which had running water and toilets but not much else. "It's cool that not many people are up here," I noted. "Thanks to you having a birthday that falls on Monday this year," Mr. Langer said, slapping me on the back. "By the weekend this place will be packed." By then we would be home, but I was happy to be with Greg up here, spending the days swimming and hiking, and now drinking beer. We had been told a while back that it didn't take as good when you could drink it legally, but that was bull. It tasted damn good, and as I tapped my kidneys into the toilet loudly, I heard Greg's dad doing the same thing in the next stall. "You only rent beer," Greg's father said, and I laughed in response. Greg was lucky to have a father like him, I thought to myself. I was always jealous of Greg, because compared to my old man... well, there was no comparison. Mine had no time for me. Business was all that mattered, and he had no more time for me than he seemed to have for my mother. As I washed my hands and began brushing my teeth, Greg's father came out of the stall and joined me at the sink. He looked like Rock Hudson, or so I always thought. About 6'2", which made him about a head taller than me, a muscular physique and wavy black hair. He also had the hairiest chest and legs I had ever seen, and I always hoped that someday I would end up looking like him, but that wasn't going to happen. I could never figure out why Greg's mother had divorced him, because if I was a girl - hell, even being a guy I knew he was good looking. Greg was much like his father, only in a smaller version, and girls loved him too. Me, not so much, because I was a little twerp. Even now at 18 I still looked like Dennis the Menace on that TV show. Worse yet, my real name, Chris, had been long forgotten by everybody. I was Skip, or even worse, Skippy. That was my Mom's fault, the Skippy nickname, and I cringed every time somebody would use it. How would I make it as a doctor someday with the name Skippy? At least Greg and his father called me Skip. "You can call me by my name if you want, you know Skip," Mr. Langer had told me earlier. I had tried to use his name a couple of times, but saying "Rich" felt strange, and I found myself reverting to Mr. Langer after a time. So after Mr. Langer and I finished brushing our teeth, we walked back to the tent, with only the crunching of twigs beneath our feet and the chirping of crickets breaking the silence that surrounded us. ... Chapter Two: Hand. I woke up at some point during the night, disoriented because of the beer and the total darkness of the tent. I was on my side at the end of the tent, and there was a body right behind mine, pressing right up against me. The warmth of the body was comforting, but I was shocked that Greg would be cuddling up like this with his father in the same tent. His hand had slid under the elastic of my underwear and had nudged it downward while grabbing my cock. The was a fairly common past-time of ours - the jerking off each other - especially when Greg was between girlfriends, while I was usually unattached myself. As my cock got hard, the hand became a fist, and while the tempo increased, I reached behind myself and groped around for Greg's dick. It was right around that time when I realized that something was amiss. Greg hadn't been sleeping next to me, he had been on the far side, and the dick that was rubbing against my ass certainly wasn't Greg. I determined that when I grabbed hold of the stiff dick, but before I could react I heard a gasp, forced out by the feeling of warmth as it spat cum on to me. The fist wrapped around my dick began working with more intensity, pumping my cock quick and hard. I was stunned at the realization of whose hand this was, and whether this intensified the orgasm that came washing over me, I could not tell, but soon I was cumming like a machine gun. So hard that I could feel my cum hitting the vinyl tent fabric a couple of feet away from me, and after I had gone limp the powerful hand still kept milking my flaccid dick for several minutes more before letting go of me. I felt something being used to wipe the semen off of my ass cheek, and after that the tent got calm again with only the sound of deep and slow breathing filling the air, while the scent of cum hung around as well. I stayed still for what seemed to be an hour, until I was sure that I was the only one awake, and only then did I quietly exit the tent. Walking down toward the edge of the lake while I pulled up my underwear, I found it tough to reconcile what had just gone on. Mr. Langer had just jerked me off, and I had done the same to him. Looking out onto the still water of the lake while leaning against a picnic table, it seemed unreal. Greg and I, that was one thing, but Mr. Langer? It was about then that I heard footsteps behind me, and when I looked back over my shoulder I saw Mr. Langer walking toward me. The moonlight as so bright and the night was so clear, that I could see quite clearly, but I found myself too embarrassed to look Mr. Langer in the eye as he came up and stood at my right, leaning and looking out alongside of me. "I'm sorry, Skip." ... Chapter Three: Night moves. "Bright out here," Mr. Langer said as he leaned back next to me, our bodies lightly touching each other. "Yeah," I said, trying not to look at the man next to me who wasn't wearing underwear like me, and even though it was sick, I continued to look at Mr. Langer's penis. "I guess I was hoping the darkness would hide my shortcomings from your eyes," he quipped. I shrugged my shoulders and forced myself to look out to the still waters of the lake, jumping a little when Mr. Langer's arm came up, his hand brushing the hair off my neck as he slipped it under my locks and onto my bare skin. "I'd like to say that I was drunk and didn't know what I was doing back in the tent, but that would be a lie," Mr. Langer said. "I've always thought you were an attractive guy, and now that you're an adult I figured this would be as good a time as any to - you know." A rustling sound back in the tent startled us both, but it was just Greg moving around in his sleep. The quiet of the nearly deserted campground revealed every sound, so there was no way anybody could see us without us knowing about it. "When I first touched you back in the tent, you whispered "Greg"," Mr. Langer said. "Do you and him... never mind. None of my business. Sorry about that." My heart was pounding in my chest as Mr. Langer's hand gently kneaded my neck, and I found my eyes going back to his cock again. Curiosity, I told myself. After all, it was the only part of Mr. Langer I had never seen before, and seeing the dick of your friend's dad was kinda kinky. "What I meant to ask you was if you had ever done stuff with other guys," he asked. "I mean, I know you like the ladies, but have you ever..." "Yes," I replied, my voice betraying the nervousness I felt, and after I spoke I heard Mr. Langer sigh loudly, and his hand moved over to my shoulder. "I always thought that you might have been attracted to me, for some reason," he continued, and waited for my reply, which took me a minute to come up with. "You're a great guy, Mr. Langer," I said. "I've always liked you." "Please Skip," Mr. Langer said, chuckling a little. "You shouldn't be calling a guy who just masturbated you Mister. Rich is fine, and if you want I'll call you Chris." "No, Skip is alright," I said. "Rich." "That's better," he said giving my arm a little squeeze as he had wrapped his own around my shoulder. His hairy body felt warm against my skin, and the crinkly texture gave me goosebumps as Mr. Langer's manly aroma filled my nostrils. "What did you think about what we did back there in the tent?" Mr. Langer asked. "I - I liked it, I guess," I admitted, and it would have been tough to say anything else, given my obvious reaction. "Not exactly what you expected, I take it," Mr. Langer said when he noticed where I had been looking, taking his dick in his hand and wiggling it around. "It's probably why Jennifer left me. My little secret." "It's not that little," I mumbled, even though it was. "it doesn't matter anyway." Having seen more than my share of dicks in locker rooms over the years, I had to admit that Mr. Langer's was one of the smallest I had ever seen, and the fact that it was attached to such a large well-developed body only accentuated matters. "It does, at least in the mind if nowhere else," Mr. Langer said. "But thanks for being kind. See what I did in anticipation of being with you? I shaved the hair around the base of my cock - trying to make it look bigger," he said almost derisively. Maneuvering me around so subtly that I hardly noticed until he was done, I found myself positioned in front of Mr. Langer as we faced the lake, and his chin was resting on the top of my head while his hands ran up and down my arms. I could feel his dick getting hard as it pressed into the small of my back, while his hands came down from my arms and slid over to the elastic of my underwear. "I don't know what I was expecting to find when I did this before," Mr. Langer continued, his breathing growing louder and more ragged as he looked down over my shoulder at his hands which were sliding my white cotton briefs down for me. "Certainly wasn't expecting this." Mr. Langer was now reaching around me, taking my semi-turgid cock in his hands and pulling on it very slowly, and as he did I swallowed loudly, realizing that I would be hard in seconds. "Beautiful," Mr. Langer said, kissing the top of my head as he wrapped his hands around my cock, his fists gripping the shaft of my cock tightly, with only the head still visible. "Still can't believe how well endowed you are, Skip. Your cock is huge." I wouldn't say it was all that huge. I had seen bigger ones in magazines, but I guess compared to Mr. Langer I was big, and I had to admit that I liked the way Mr. Langer seemed impressed and proud of my cock, like my having an 8" dick was an accomplishment instead of it just being the way I was. I also liked what Mr. Langer's hands were doing to my cock. His fists were squeezing it tightly, so tightly that the head of my dick had turned crimson and was as fat as a plum, and he was moving his hands in opposite directions as they made slight twisting motions. "Omigod!" I whispered loudly, feeling my groin tingle. "You like what I'm doing to your cock?" Mr. Langer hissed in my ear, nuzzling into my neck while watching his hands working. "You gonna cum again, Skip? I want to watch. Cum for me, babe." I teetered on the brink of orgasm for the longest time, my body falling back against Mr. Langer's as his fists spun agonizingly slowly on my cock until at last, I came. Exploded was more like it, as we both looked down and watch thick jets of cum spurt out onto the sand. After my dick spat out three or four wads of my seed there was a pause, after which I started cumming again. By the time I got done my balls were drained and all I could to was lean back against Mr. Langer while he continued to milk my cock while it went limp, his hold on me no longer savage but gentle and tender. "You came so good, Skip," Mr. Langer said softly. "Standing behind you like that, I was pretending that it was my own cock instead of yours. Weird, huh? Guess I have what you would call a fetish about big dicks like yours." I could feel Mr. Langer's cum dripping into the crack of my butt from where he had deposited it at some time during the incredible orgasm I had been experiencing, and now Mr. Langer's hands left my cock and started going all over my upper torso. His hands were large but had a satiny touch as they glided softly over my chest and stomach, only occasionally slipping down to let his fingers rake through the tuft of hair above my cock and stroke the length of my dangling member. After about ten minutes of this delicious massage, it started to become obvious that slowly but surely my cock was beginning to come back to life, and Mr. Langer chuckled a bit when he felt the result of his effort. "Such a virile man you are, Skip," Mr. Langer quipped as his hands went back up my body. "This feels so nice," I said. "For me too," Mr. Langer said. "I want to make you cum again. As many times as you can before the sun comes up." "Mr. - I mean, Rich," I said. "I want to do things to you to." "You don't have to, Skip." "I know," I told him. "I want to." Mr. Langer was smiling as he slipped around to face me, and he gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'd like that," he said. "Later." Mr. Langer sat on the end of the attached bench of the picnic table and drew me close to him. We were now about the same height, and Mr. Langer only had to bow his head a little to nibble on my nipples. The little buds got stiff right away, and after he went back and forth between them for a while he reached over and grabbed my right wrist, lifting it behind my head and holding it back there. As my arm went up I immediately caught a whiff of the tart aroma that escaped from my armpit. While I was usually fastidious about my body, there was no denying the fact that I probably smelled like I had been hiking and swimming all day and had enjoyed two orgasms, but when I tried to lower my arm Mr. Langer would have none of that. There was no way I was going to win a wrestling match with Mr. Langer, and after a few seconds I had no desire to fight anyway. Mr. Langer's tongue took a slow and serpentine trip; starting at my side and gliding up through the hollow of my armpit, his tongue slid through the sparse wisp of hair that sprouted from the center of my underarm,and his tongue went right on up to my bicep before taking the same route back down. My entire body was shaking my then, and I had forgotten all about any hygienic issues. As for Mr. Langer, he seemed to be reveling in my musky scent as he buried his mouth in my armpit, licking, sucking and chewing at me as if to take in every pungent drop of sweat. Even before he moved over to attack my other armpit, my cock was hard again, swaying around wildly as my body contorted under his oral assault. He noticed my erection but avoided it and kept licking and nibbling my armpits while my dick jerked up and down involuntarily. Finally, Mr. Langer eased himself down onto the ground, kneeling before me while his hands stroked everywhere but my cock for a few minutes before he let his tongue caress the dripping tip of my swollen dick. He was looking up at me as his mouth enveloped the head of my cock, but this mouth - only the fifth one that had ever touched my dick back then - was so different that I couldn't explain it. Elite company it was at the time; Dawn Peacock, Carole Brown and Rich's son Greg Langer, along with an old guy that had picked me up hitchhiking and didn't leave me any choice in the matter. Dawn, Carole and Greg were all inexperienced even if they had been eager. The old guy was experienced all right, but it's impossible to enjoy something like that in those circumstances. Mr. Langer though, was something else. This was a man that I admired and respected, and the fact that he would take me into his mouth made me feel like a real man for really the first time in my life. That would have been enough right there, but when Mr. Langer started to go to work on me, it became obvious that the man had done this before, and had talents like none I had every experienced before. He made love to my cock like it was some kind of monument, and even though I'm sure that my having had two orgasms just prior to this had something to do with my not cumming as fast as I usually would, Mr. Langer had something to do with that as well. He teased me, bringing me to the brink of orgasm so many times that I lost count. His mouth played me like a musician while his hands kept busy too, dancing around my balls and buttocks, even slipping a finger in my ass for a time. His lips slid down the shaft of my cock at one point, and didn't stop where they had earlier, but instead glided all the way down until his nose was buried in my pubes, the tip of my dick in his throat while taking every inch of me. His eyes twinkled when they met mine, and it looked like he was enjoying it as much as I was while bringing his mouth slowly back up to the tip before diving back down again. By the time he was ready to bring me to orgasm, the moon had become obscured by clouds, casting him in an eerie light as his head bobbed up and down slowly on my swollen, beet-red cock. "I have to - need to cum," I whispered, my hamstrings shaking from being strained and taut for so long. "I know, Skip," Mr. Langer answered. "Cum for me." It was as if he had hit a switch, for when his mouth slid back down my cock I came. Not in a violent way with cum flying all over and making him gag or anything, because I don't even know if I even ejaculated very much to be perfectly honest. Instead I just had an orgasm. An orgasm that mimicked what Mr. Langer had been doing to me for the last who knows how long. I held his head in my hands as my cock spasmed and twitched in his mouth, his hand rolling and caressing my balls as the tingling and spasming kept washing over me like waves relentlessly even as my dick went totally limp in Mr. Langer's mouth. Happy Birthday Skip! "That was so - thank you," I said, helping him to his feet and giving him the tightest hug I could manage, and I had to fight back the tears that were welling up in my eyes for whatever reason. Burying my face in his furry chest, I waited until I gained some control of my emotions before I looked up at Mr. Langer and began kissing his chest. "Skip, you really don't have to," Mr. Langer reminded me as I started to work my way down toward his nipples which were buried somewhere under the thick mat of hair. "I want to. Have to," I said sternly, and that was true, because there was nothing else I wanted to do more than make Mr. Langer happy. "Won't be able to do it as good as you did, Rich" I said, trying to lower his expectations of receiving anything approaching what I had just experienced. "Only did this once before." I meant to say had done it to only one guy before, the guy back there in the tent as a matter of fact, but I guess it didn't really matter, and Mr. Langer just smiled and ran his hands through my hair before I bowed my head again. *** Chapter Four: On my knees. Even though it had cooled off some, I could feel the sweat on Mr. Langer's body as I raked my hands through his moist chest hair. Relying on instinct because I really had no idea what I was supposed to be doing, only what I wanted to do, I decided the best thing would be to mimic the things that Mr. Langer had done to me. I felt grateful for the cloud that had shielded the moon for the last half hour or so, making it easier for me to be uninhibited, so while I tongued Mr. Langer's nipples I felt his hand running through my hair as he murmured his approval. As he had done to me, I moved my attention over to his underarm, and after his let me raise his muscular arm up, I buried my face in his armpit. As I licked the thick jungle of hair in the steamy hollow, the musky aroma of him - the sweat and the pheromones - filled me with a strange lust that I had never experienced before. I could feel Mr. Langer's dick against my stomach as I slid over to his other side, so I tried to avoid contact with it as best I could for the time being, concentrating on his upper torso. I held his bulging bicep while I licked under his arm, and felt the muscles tense whenever I would hit a sensitive spot. Moving downward, I let my tongue slide down his body as I went to my knees. The area around the picnic table we were standing beside brightened up the second my knees touched the damp ground, as the cloud that had acted as a lampshade of sorts moved on. I was now staring at Mr. Langer's dick, which was pointing straight ahead at me, less than a foot from my face, and I found myself staring at his manhood while my hands slid up and down those spectacularly hairy legs that I had always envied. Mr. Langer must have felt my breath on his genitals, as his dick jumped a little bit when I moved closer. I could see him very clearly, and let my hand slip under his dick and cup his sac, rolling his balls in my palm as I hefted them. His balls were just as large and impressive as the most of the rest of him, which left only the erect stem that twitched before me as the odd piece to the exceptionally well developed puzzle that was Mr. Langer. I had been shocked when I had felt it back in the tent, and even more so when I had seen him naked when he came out here to join me. I had even felt pride as he had spoken of his envy of my own dick, and even admit to reveling in the feeling of superiority that brought, but now as my eyes took in what my mouth would soon be savoring, I felt none of that. Mr. Langer's cock was beautiful. The circle he had shaved around the base of his member right felt smooth to the touch as I held him there, and he shivered when my tongue finally made contact with the tip of his erection. His shivering was accompanied by soft moaning as I let my tongue ride the underside of his arching dick, caressing the sinewy skin that was stretched so tightly right down to the space between his dick and balls. I kept licking his dick, enjoying it jump around as I tried to make Mr. Langer suffer the same sweet anticipation that I had felt earlier, but I was too anxious, wanting to take him into my mouth so badly that I could not wait. As my mouth slid down his cock for the first time, his groan sounded almost like a cry. When my lips hit the smooth skin of the base and my eyes were buffeted my the pubic hair above, I let his dick roll around in my mouth, with my tongue working the underside. His penis was so small - maybe four inches long at best and not very thick either - that it was easier for me to suck than Greg's had been. It was much like sucking my thumb, I thought while my lips pulled back up to the tip of his member before sliding back down again. Such a perfect fit in my mouth, and each time my face went forward I felt his furry sac hit my chin. My hands reached around and cupped his ass, squeezing the muscular buttocks as I inhaled him. I was going as slow as I could, wanting to make this moment last as long as possible, but maybe I was doing too well because after only a few more minutes, I heard Mr. Langer's voice. "Skip?" he said in a soft and shaky voice, but I already knew what was going to happen, because I had felt his dick tighten and spasm as his seed began to surge inside it. The times I had tried to swallow before were not always works of art, but I wanted so badly to do this right and to make Mr. Langer happy, so I tried to relax as I let my lips slide down the length of his dick one last time. I felt his cum hit the back of my throat while I held on tight to his ass, and as his dick kept spasming and coating my throat I relaxed and let it slide down. When he finally stopped cumming I resumed going up and down his cock, triggering a new series of spasms while his manhood slowly went soft. After caressing it in my mouth for a time, eventually I let it go, letting the tiny stem ease back in place before rising to my feet. "Thank you Skip," Mr. Langer said as he hugged me. "That was incredible." "Me too," I said, which sounded dumb, but that was me. I let him hold me like that, his warm and furry body feeling comforting, and when he suggested that we wade out in the lake a bit I followed. We only went out until the water went up to Mr. Langer's stomach, which meant it was up to my chest. We stood out in the calm lake for a few minutes and listened to the sounds of the nocturnal creatures of the night, the night air suddenly becoming cool when it hit a wet part of skin that came out of the water as we headed back in. Mr. Langer stopped me before we got to the shore. The water was around our thighs when he turned me to face him, so close that our bodies were touching. Mr. Langer smiled and began moving his body against mine, and when I figured out what he was doing I smiled myself. He was rubbing his cock into mine, and the feeling of our wet and slippery dicks slapping together was really nice. So nice, in fact, that I felt myself getting hard from the contact. "Did I do that?" Mr. Langer said of my growing cock. "Must be nice to be young. It's been so long I've forgotten." I didn't protest when Mr. Langer reached down and grabbed my cock and pressed his flaccid dick against mine and started to rub the heads together. "Wish I could get hard again so this match would be a little more fair," he whispered,as we looked down at the taut head of my cock drubbing the soft acorn of Mr. Langer's sex. "You just came though," I said. "I sure did," he snickered. "Can't remember a better one either. This is nice too though." It sure was, and I soon realized that I was going to cum. Mr. Langer could tell as well, so he started rubbing us together even harder and faster. When I came, only a few sad spurts of cum spat onto Mr. Langer's dick, but the orgasm was intense and made me tingle all over. "You're starting to get hard again yourself," I said in an effort to get him to keep doing what we were doing, and held my limp dick up towards him in an offer to let him keep up this sensuous contact, but Mr. Langer shook his head. "The sun would be up by the time that happened, Skip," Mr. Langer joked. "I think twice is my limit these days. You'll find out when you get to be my age." We had to wade back out again for a minute, and then hurried back to shore, drying ourselves in the damp towels hanging from the tree before going over to the tent. The sound of Greg snoring lightly assured us that we hadn't been missed, and after finding our underwear we climbed back into the tent to get a little sleep before the sun came up. *** Epilogue: The rest of the camping trip was just that; a camping trip. There were no other intimate moments, just good times, although if Mr. Langer had made the slightest indication he wanted to do something, I was ready. After we broke camp and went home, Mr. Langer did slip something in my hand after we unloaded my stuff at my house. His phone number. "If you ever get bored or anything, and want to spend time together," he said out of Greg's earshot. "When would be a good day?" I asked. "Any day," he said with a trace of sadness in his voice. "Except for every other weekend, I'm free all the time." I didn't call that night, but waited until the next day to phone. Feeling kind of silly as the phone rang, I got over that feeling fast when the voice at the other end seemed thrilled to hear from me. "I wasn't sure that you would want to see me so soon after spending most of the last week with me," I mentioned after arriving at his apartment, which was nice enough but a far cry from the house he used to own. "You're kidding, right," Mr. Langer said as he ushered me inside. I went back several times that summer before I headed off to college, and while after that summer we never rekindled that relationship, we remained friends until he passed away recently. ...... thanks for reading Happy Birthday Son Hey, Sahil is back with yet another of his incestuous sexcapades. All my old readers would be aware by now that I have been in a sexual relationship with my mother since my 18th birthday. And if you have read some of my older stories, you would be aware that I have been having a lot of fun. And why wouldn't I be having tons of fun having the most tabooed relationship in the world! I know all my readers would probably give an arm and a leg to be in my position (pun intended). A man's mother is probably his first ever crush, curiosity and darkest fantasy. It does not matter how big a facade of being civilized we put around our faces, manicure our mannerism or sophisticate our speech. The wanton lust and desire that a man holds for the woman who gave him birth lurks beneath all the thickest layers of our sub conscious in the darkest corners of our soul. Many find this darkest corner by the time they reach puberty, most try to suppress it (albeit unsuccessfully!), fewer try to understand, still fewer come to terms with it and the fewest get to live their fantasy. Now if that's not feeling like heaven, I don't know what is. Pot and cocaine definitely take a backseat to mother son incest in my humble opinion. This is how I was feeling for the last few years since I began my relationship with my mother. It was wonderful to be in the loving arms of one's mother, especially when she showed "un-motherly" love to me. I also had a great time knowing my mother, her real desires, her real aspirations and her "real self". It was truly a great time learning to be man and learning to know what a woman really was. Of course, the sex was beyond awesome. My teenage hormones, my mom's peak sexual cycle and the sheer taboo of it all made it all the perfect melting pot of happiness. But then, I turned 22. I just turned 22 a couple of weeks ago. As usual, I was expecting my mom to outdo herself in the sex department which she claimed to do every year. I concurred in her assessment. She really did find some tremendously new filthy things to do to me every birthday since we started having sex on my 18th birthday. My birthday was doubly special as both of us considered my birthday to be our "anniversary of perversion". It was fun to call it that because we didn't really think of our relationship as perverted but as the highest form of expression that could ever exist between a mother and son. But my 22nd birthday was somewhat different. Since the last few months, mom and I were getting into more and more fights with each other. There were multiple reasons for this. Firstly, my dad Arun had been on touring a lot on business to Europe and the Middle East leaving us mother and son alone. This presented us to be like a "real" couple for a lengthy period of time which was not the case earlier as dad was present most of the time in the house. Living side by side with each other made us realize the inherent flaws in each other in the same way that any other couple would find once they started living a routine life post cohabitation. Second, I had been thinking a lot about our present "arrangement". I was no longer the sex crazy naive teenager who didn't think about the future. I had started thinking on the lines of whether the steps we had taken four years earlier boded well for both our futures. After all, mom would get older and I would start having problems of her own. I on the other hand would eventually find a "normal" girl friend and settle down somewhere down the future. That left the question hanging about "us". Both of us knew this implicitly but never discussed it openly for the fear of jinxing the whole thing. We loved each other so much, we were petrified of what would happen if things started breaking down between us. After all, she was my first love and I, her only real one (She grew out of the relationship with my dad but stayed in only for my sake as is the case with a large number of Indian marriages where divorce is still considered taboo). It wasn't as if we could break up and go our own separate ways. We were mother and son and would still have responsibilities towards each other. But as time passed I was having double thoughts about our relationship. I just didn't know what to do. This indecision on my part was taking a toll on our relationship even though mom was quite adamant in her stance of continuing this relationship just the way it was. Slowly, the sex started to lose passion, the number of sessions reduced and it nearly became a routine chore between us. We were starting to fall apart at the seams. Mom was visibly disturbed by all of this. I could always see the tension on her face when I was around. It was like a weird kind of sexual tension was engulfing the both of us. Coming back, my 22nd birthday was assumed by both of us to be sort of a ceasefire day. We had decided to let off all the steam on this day by going out for dinner once I came back from college (I am in my last year now) at one of my favourite eateries in the elite Prahladnagar area of Ahmedabad. And then, we had decided to turn off the lights and turn our sex engines on until kingdom cum! My birthday started with mom waking me up in the morning with a kiss on the cheek and hugging me tightly even as I lay in my bed wondering what the hell was going on. I got ready, had my lunch and went to the college. Before I left for college, mom winked a wicked grin at me and told me to be ready as it was going to be the best night of my life. That comment did send a small shiver down my spine and also gave me a mini hard on. But I didn't make much of the comment in my mind. I was troubled as it is with all the thoughts I had been having. Add to that fact that I was genuinely sceptical of my mom's ability to innovate in bed after all the last four years of wild sex. I thought her proverbial sexual quiver was empty. Boy, was I wrong! My mom turned out to be a bigger sex crazed bitch than I ever could imagine possible! CHAPTER 2 I came back home around 7 pm in the evening after a rather exhausting day at the college. My finals were coming up and I was really down. But not out. I was looking forward to the "ceasefire sex" that mom and I had planned tonight. But I was really hungry and needed to get a bite first before doing anything else. I remembered I had to shower and get changed first before getting a bite as mom and I had planned to go to a restaurant for dinner. So, I hurriedly climbed the stairs and went to my room. I found the door of my mom's room closed so I figured she too must be getting ready. I turned the knob of my room's door and slowly entered. It was dark as the sun had nearly set and I couldn't see a damn thing. The windows were shut curtains were drawn closed so no light from the outside could penetrate in. It did smell a bit weird in my room but I guessed it must be some room freshener that mom had sprayed. She was always experimenting with fragrances. I fumbled a bit and found the switchboard. I clicked a couple of switches on. And then my jaw nearly dropped to the floor! What I saw made me a bit queasy at first but I quickly realized what I was actually seeing. My mom was lying buck naked on my queen size bed with her arms and legs spread wide open, her long flowing hair tied in a neat bun. What caught my attention the most was that she had sprayed dollops of whipped cream on both her breasts to make them look like two small mountains of whipped cream and to add icing to the cake, she had topped of both her mountains with a strawberry each. As my eyes moved from her breasts down to her pussy, I saw a similar arrangement there. She had lapped up so much whipped cream on her pussy that it was not visible. She had planted a couple of strawberries in that snow as well. Needless to say, I instantly had a hard on trying to tear through my pair of Levis'. My mom had a spectacularly wicked look on her face. She looked me in the eyes with no shame and told me to lose my clothes. I complied as quickly as I can. As soon as I disrobed, I saw my cock standing up in salute to my mom's wicked beauty. She was looking like a woman who was begging to be ravished wildly. I was so excited I feared I might come without any external stimuli. Mom was looking at me like a hungry vixen full of satanic lust for her own offspring. She was soaking in my naked body through her evil eyes. It's a feeling few have the honour to witness. A mother hungrily looking at her own son with expectations that are so taboo, even thinking of it makes the mind and body shiver in unison. Mom told me to get first take the strawberries of her breasts. She then directed me to put a strawberry between my lips and bring them closer to hers. I did as she commanded. I put the strawberry between my lips and brought them close to hers. We shared the juices of the strawberry as we kissed, our tongues twirling with the other's. We passionately kissed for a few minutes till the strawberry dissipated completely, the juices shared by mother and son. The same fate met the other strawberry. Then, mom directed me to lick the whipped cream off her breasts one by one. I was so turned by then by the kissing that I hurriedly pounced on my mom's breasts quickly licking the cream off them and sucking her breasts like a wild dog. I was in a sexual frenzy by then. And mom was enjoying this as well. Her head was swaying from side to side displaying her obviously elevated sense of sexual pleasure. I could have sucked on those tits for an eternity. But mom had other ideas. She told me to get down between her cream layered thighs and lick everything off like an obedient son. I loved this. I always loved it when mom referred to me as her son when she was fucking me. It was such a turn on. I quickly obeyed my mom's orders and got down to her pubic area and violently started to lick the cream off. I kept on licking till the pussy was free of whipped cream. Mom immediately directed me to lick the remnants of the cream between her thighs and pubic area. The aroma of her sweat, whipped cream and pussy juices combined made the task of licking her crevices an utmost pleasurable and erotic one. Mom was moaning like crazy by then with shouts of "Oh fuck", and "Oh Jesus" (yeah she was convent educated!) At this juncture, I suddenly saw something sticking out of mom's pussy. A red object was slowly peeping out of her pussy. I tried to insert my finger in her pussy and tried to pull out the red object. To my surprise, it turned out to be a strawberry! My sex crazy mother had inserted a strawberry into her pussy for me to fish it out as some kind of treasure hunting exercise. And boy, was I happy to find the treasure. Mom squealed when I put my finger insider her to retrieve the strawberry. Surprisingly, all the whipped cream had taken care of my hunger by then! As soon as I fished out the strawberry, she began demanding me to fuck her. She was so hot by then. I scolded myself mentally to not cum so quickly. I slowly assumed position for the missionary position above her and lowered and inserted my stiff cock towards the hole from which I once emerged. My mom's pussy engulfed my beautiful cock as we started rocking the bed with thrusts and humps. My mom kept moaning "That's my son", "I love you son" and "Oh Jesus" as she kept spreading and moving her hands across the length of my spine from the top of my neck down to my ass. I was feeling so much tension being eased by this confluence of sexual maternal love that my mom was giving me. She kept kissing me on my neck as I kept slowly humping her. At that moment, it really felt like we were lovers more than mother and son. I can't quantify the feeling that I was having at that moment in words. It was simply one of the most beautiful moments in my life. I felt my eyes wetting with sheer joy. I must have kept on thrusting for what was like nearly nine to ten minutes before I felt my mom's thighs tightening up under me. I could feel a mighty orgasm enveloping my cock in her pussy. It was very difficult to hold on to my orgasm at that time but somehow I did manage not to cum. But I knew I would not last for too long. My mom was starting to come to back to a normal state but I could still see she was still quite turned on. My estimation proved to be right when she told me she did not want the cum insider her pussy but instead, inside her belly. The thought of her swallowing my cum was so tempting. She rarely did it. I always suspected she didn't like it but did not say it as it was one of my pet peeves to make her drink my cum. It was surprising to see her demanding it. Maybe, it was because of my birthday. I immediately took my cock out from her pussy and went towards her face. I made it suck it. She started to suck it slowly knowing full well I loved it when she sucked my cock, especially when she slowly moved her tongue around the tip of my penis. She kept on kissing the tip of my cock and sucking it slowly. Then, she alternated for a few minutes between stroking my balls and sucking my cock and then reversing the process. Then out of the blue, she lunged her head forward and pulled in my cock completely. My mom was deepthroating me! That was it. I could hold on no more and exploded when the tip of my cock was touching the back of mother's throat. I felt like my body was being completely emptied of everything. My mom nearly choked on my cum but managed to drink it all up like an expert cocksucker. I collapsed next to her on the bed panting after a marathon session of one and one lovemaking. My mom had truly outdone herself this time on my birthday. I loved her for that. But my thoughts had immediately started resurfacing as to our future. I know it's weird but the mind has a mind of its own I guess. But, little did I know that mom was willing to go to any lengths to maintain her grip over me. I had no idea a lover could stoop to the levels my mom would soon stoop to, to retain her lover. More on that soon. Sahil I expect my reader to kindly provide me with their honest opinions/criticisms/feedback on my stories. It's the only way I can improve my writing. Happy Birthday Sweetheart As we wished him and sang for him on his birthday, the only thing I could think of was what would follow that night. Clutching my drink tight, I bit my lip thinking of clutching other things later on. As the night quietly came to an end, with people leaving and dish washing, we retired to the bedroom. The party was a surprise! The man wasn't even allowed to get freshened. He walked in and was dragged into hugs and wishes and alcohol. As he approached the bedroom, I held him back. Taking out a blindfold from my pocket, I tied it around his eyes and guided him to the bedroom. He questioned over and over again with a big grin on his face, following my footsteps with his blindfolded eyes, absolutely confused. I lit the candles I had arranged around the room. I took off my clothes one by one. When there was nothing left to take off, I glanced into the mirror, checking myself out in the candlelight. Running my hands up and down my body, lightly touching myself to get in the mood. Realizing my husband was getting rather impatient, sitting there blind, I opened the cupboard and took out my white mini skirt, strapless top and silver belt, putting it on in a hurry. I glanced at myself in the mirror one last time and walked up to him. His hands held my butt. I switched the player on. As the seductive beats of Black Velvet began, I unfolded his eyes and began to move slowly leaning into him. He looked up dumbstruck with his mouth open, only to shut seconds later with a kiss. As I danced around him, like he was my pole, he tried to grab me. I lay down on his lap several times tilting my head back. He leaned in, kissing my neck and rubbing his hands on my breasts. When I'd lift my leg, he'd reach out for my pussy. But I wanted to tease him, so I got up and continued dancing. He got impatient now and then, always wanting more and tried to grab me. But I was quick with the step. When I ran out of moves, I threw in the last best one, I rubbed by butt against his body and descended lower grinding against him. And that's when he got me. He slid his hand up my skirt and started to touch me. I stopped grinding and sat on one of his knees leaning back on him. As he kissed my neck, he fondled my breasts with one hand and stroked my pussy with the other. I was wet, like I was the first time we made out in a bathroom. As the juices flowed out of me, he began to rub my pussy slowly from top to bottom, now and then inserting his finger in. He loved to lick me, he said he'd crave to taste my pussy when he took long tours away from me on business. Tonight, his cocktail was strong and ready to be tasted. He stopped and whispered softly in my ears, "I need to taste you..." We stood up. Passionately kissing we walked towards the bed. I stopped him as he hurried to lie down. I took his shirt off and kissed his chest as he lied down. He played with my hair as my lips approached his belt. As I kissed him and ran my hands over his manly torso, he took his belt off. I reached for his button and he pulled me closer. Slapping my ass he said "I want this here. Now!" Sheepishly I moved my pussy close to his lips. Putting one leg around his neck, I made myself comfortable and continued unzipping his pants and pulling them off along with his boxers. As I pulled his dick out, I felt a sudden cold lick on my pussy. He'd always start slow, softly licking and kissing my pussy. It made my legs shiver. I put his dick in my mouth, sucking it very slightly. He continued to lick my pussy, spreading it with his fingers, stroking it now and then. I loved to spread my pussy for him. With his dick still in my mouth I spread my pussy for him with my fingers. He ran his entire tongue up and down my pussy. His cold wet tongue buttering my warm juicy pussy even more - more than half the reason I married him. He started slowly like he always did and gradually speed-ed up. I was still spreading my pussy for him. He pierced his tongue into me several times reaching out for my juices even more, he always told me that was where i tasted best. As his tongue had reached my pleasure spot, I let go off my pussy lips and went back to stroking his cock. Rubbing it's base and stroking the tip with my tongue. Sometimes, sucking his cock while doing so. Little spurts of pre-cum shoot into my mouth, salty, making more saliva to wet things up. He pulled me on top of him. I loved this position. I could suck his cock and watch him lick my pussy at the same time. Watch his tongue reach out for my wet pussy. Pink meets pink. I move to his balls and start to suck them. I sometimes tug at them a little hard by mistake hear a little 'aah' from him. His balls feel so good in my mouth, like marbles to play with, that sometimes I get carried away. I liked sucking on his balls, so they would hang loose later and bang against my pussy when he fucks me from behind. I continued sucking his cock, playing with his balls on the side. Rubbing the base of his cock, I felt it harden in my mouth, so hard I could feel the veins. I slid my tongue on his veins as i played with the tip of his cock with my finger. With every move of my finger, little drops of pre-cum flowed out. I licked them before they got any lower. I used my saliva to dampen things even more. Soon his cock was as wet as sponge. I continued sucking his cock harder, from top to bottom, swallowing the pre-cum. I slowed down a bit in the middle and started to kiss his now hard as steel cock. After the mellow break, I gave it one hard suck only to have his legs shiver in thrill. He licked me faster and held my pussy closer to his lips by holding my ass. He inserted his finger in my ass now and then. His goatee tickled my pussy whenever it touched it. His tongue began to race up and down my pussy. I let his cock out of my mouth and tell him, "Suck!" And then I feel this force pulling my pussy as he sucks hard. I feel the juices flowing into his mouth, the aroma of my pussy filling the room. I lose control. I begin to move my body up and down, from side to side. I grip on to his thighs, the bed sheet and everything in sight trying to control this raging feel of euphoria come over me. He alternates between sucking and licking at the speeds of lighting. I finally shiver to bursts, moaning my orgasm. I loved to kiss him after he had licked me. My warm, swollen, wet pussy just had to have him in me now. I continued rubbing his cock as we got up. "Get on your knees!" he said. I was thrilled. I couldn't wait to feel his balls bang against my pussy. As I got on my knees, he pulled my top off and began to fondle my breasts. He then slapped my ass a few times. Squeezing my ass, he inserted his cock into my pussy. I felt a sudden gush of juices inside me as he got further. He began to push it in and out slowly leaning towards me. He continued fondling my breasts with one hand. Sometimes he'd stroke my pussy too. The sounds turned me on. Bodies slapping each other, juices flowing sounding like an orange being squashed. I pushed my ass against him so I could feel his cock hit me deeper. He began to speed up squeezing my ass even more, holding his hands back like a pro. As he pushed deeper I was reaching for my second orgasm. His balls were stroking my pussy repeatedly, it was a double treat. As he got faster I couldn't control it anymore and moaned my second orgasm as I reached for his hands which were on my ass. Realizing I had cum again. He pulled his cock out of me and lied down. He asked me to get on top. I put my legs around him and sat on his cock. I loved being on top. I could feel his hard cock deep in me. I let out a moan as I sat. I leaned in towards him holding his arms and moved up and down. The bed began to creak. I loved watching him grit his teeth enjoying his cock in his cocktail shaker. As I moved up and down leaning in, he suddenly started ramming his cock in me by thrusting his pelvis upwards. This is the most euphoric feeling in the world. I squeezed his butt as he continued to thrust his cock deep inside me. I could feel his strong veins inside me. I began to grind with his cock inside me. With intervals, he thrusted his cock in me ramming me harder. I tugged his hair as I approached another orgasm. It was a hatrick. He was ramming me really hard and I was jumping like a bunny on him. My breasts were dancing too. He squeezed my ass and slapped it more. I hit my third orgasm and bit into his arm hard. He put his hand on my head to make me stop. I stopped but the orgasm didn't. I moaned and grit my teeth in pleasure watching him smile at me. I continued humping him, slowing down a little after the intoxicating orgasm he had just given me. After a little slow love making. He said he was going to cum. My adrenaline had just stopped rushing when he began to ram his cock into me again. This time there was no stopping him till he came. I held him close to me, our bodies were covered in sweat and rubbing against each other. He had one hand around me and the other on my ass. He thrust into me so deep, moaning slightly into my ears. He always buried his face in my hair as he approached his orgasm. He held me closer, I could feel his breath on my ears, hear his slight moans. As he raced his cock into me faster, "I'm gonna cum!" he said "Me too," I whispered as I leaped into euphoria yet again. As we both reached our orgasms, We held each other closer. We were seconds apart. I felt his love juice hit me with warmth. I stayed leaned into him until our pulses returned to normal. When they did, I lifted my head up. Kissing him softly as he played with my hair, I whispered, "Happy Birthday sweetheart!" Happy Birthday, Sweetheart In hindsight, it was pretty obvious that something was going on, but then I'm a typical guy in that sometimes you've got to smack me on the back of the head with a two by four to get my attention. I don't worry about much. I wonder if my team is gonna make the playoffs. I worry about my two girls, who've moved out to live on their own. And sometimes I have to remember important things, like picking up my wife, Mar, after work, because her lemon of a car is in the shop again. I had to do that, and if I forgot, I'd be in deep shit. We went directly from her office to Sharon and Bob's, her parents. Each year, in mid-January, mys invite the whole family over for a big meal to celebrate their two daughters' birthdays. They're only a week apart, so it makes sense to throw one party to celebrate both Lee's, which falls on the 14th and Mar's which falls on the 21st. Mar is short for Marilyn, by the way, and her sister, my sister-in law is Lee. This year was no different except that Paul, Lee and Claude's son, was absent. He'd finished his degree and had entered the workforce last summer and was now working as a junior engineer at a mine in Brazil. Obviously too far to travel for a birthday party. Our two girls, Michelle and Heather, as I mentioned had recently moved out of the house to be on their own, but still lived in the small city where our folks has settled in the fifties. An evening at Mar's parents' place was always an enjoyable one. As was usually the case, we started off with a glass or two of Bob's excellent homemade wine. Bob isn't of Italian heritage, but had grown up in a big city neighborhood where Italian was the first language, and had learned how to make a killer red from a neighbor, who must've been a master of the art. After the first couple of glasses the conversation flowed easily and laughter was the order of the evening. After a half hour of gabbing and giggling, Sharon indicated that it was time to get herself into the kitchen. Everyone volunteered to help, and while some went off to perform their assignments, others waited to do tasks that were to be done just before dinner. Sharon gave me a short list of items to bring up from the basement pantry, while Lee and Michelle helped out in the kitchen. I had no trouble finding the first two items, but the bottle of cranberry juice proved to be elusive and I was just about to head upstairs without it when I clearly heard Mar's familiar chuckle from just over my head. I looked around, and there it was. An open heating grate in the ductwork overhead. I went over the house layout in my head, and decided that I was immediately below the bathroom. I could hear the shuffling of feet and then Mar spoke, "...nice and hard...". A male voice, obviously Claude's, said, "... thinking about your hot little pussy." "No pussy for you tonight, stud. Let's see what else I can... There was more shuffling of feet, then a groan. "Oh, Jesus Christ, that feels good. ...suck it..." I was stunned. My wife was sucking her brother's cock right over my head, and what's worse, they done more, judging by what I'd just heard. In a flash of insight, the odd signs of the past several weeks became clear. The hang-ups, several times a week, whenever I answered the phone. The wrong numbers, or so she claimed, whenever Mar answered it. The numerous trips to visit with Lee after work, or in the evening. They'd been fucking, and I hadn't a clue. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna come... Oh shit,here it comes, baby!" "Son of a bitch!" I thought. "I'm gonna kill the prick." I got halfway up the stairs when I stopped. "No, hold on." I thought to myself, "That'll just make this messier than it already is. I've gotta think..." I'd been a scrapper as a teenager, drinking and picking fights every weekend, and usually winning. I finally outgrew that destructive behavior when I figured out it wasn't getting me anywhere. My friends had grown up and stopped encouraging me, and some didn't bother with me anymore. My antisocial behavior was costing me, big time, so I just stopped doing it. Sure, I had to defend myself occasionally, but what really cinched it was meeting Mar. She knew about me and fighting and told me that if I ever got in another fight she'd dump me like a bag of week old doughnuts. I slipped back down the stairs and picked up the two cans that I'd found in the pantry and went back upstairs with a heavy heart and a racing mind. When I got to the kitchen, Sharon was lifting a huge baked ham out of the oven, and Lee was dressing a bowl of salad greens. I poked my head into the dining room, and there were Mar and Claude starting to set the table. A few minutes later the whole group sat down for a wonderful feast, but I didn't taste it at all. From time to time I glanced at Mar and Claude to see if I could detect any interplay between them, but they kept it cool and barely looked at each other. At one point, I thought Claude looked at me with a bit of an "I'm banging your wife" smirk, but it was likely just my imagination. I gritted my teeth and put a smile on my face, but inside I was raging. Claude and I had gotten along well, ever since Lee moved back to town from the west coast with a new husband in tow, over twenty years ago. He wasn't a bad guy at all, or at least I hadn't thought so until now. We shared a passion for sports, including golf, which we played together once a week through the season, and both considered working on old cars our number one hobby. He drove a restored '56 Chev ragtop pretty much all summer long, while my '52 Olds business coupe had been a work in progress for the last eight years and was still waiting for the big block I'd rebuilt to be dropped into place. We'd been good friends, but that was now done. Everyone raved about the food, as always, and before too long, a very sated group of people sat around the table. For the past several years it had fallen to me to start off the after-dinner festivities with a toast to the birthday girls, which was followed by one from Claude, to our mother and her always excellent meal. The bottle was passed around and everyone topped off their glasses. They looked at me, waiting to raise their glasses. I'm rarely impulsive, but tonight I knew I needed to get things out in the open, so I stood and raised my glass. "A special toast this year, to my loving wife, Mar, a woman who, and I'm sure Claude will back me up on this, gives a damn fine blow job." The reactions were as you might expect. Mar's face, first lit by a smile, became beet red in an instant as her wineglass crashed to the table. Heather, upset at the indignity of the remark, but not comprehending the implication, simply shouted at me. "Dad!" Lee's smile turned to an angry scowl directed at Claude, and Claude had what's best described as an "Oh oh, I'm in deep shit" look on his face. Two heartbeats after I spoke, Mar leaped to her feet and dashed to the kitchen, followed a few seconds later by her mother and Michelle. Claude slid his chair back as if to make a quick getaway, but was frozen on the spot by a terse "Don't you move, buster!" from Lee. "Don", my father asked, "Son, just what the hell are you talking about?" Before I could start, he turned to Heather, "Sweetheart, why don't you go see if your Mom and Granny could use some help. This might be be more of an adult's conversation." Heather, insulted, replied. "Gramps, I'm twenty one years old. I know what a blow job is. But I don't understand..." Heather stayed put and all eyes turned to me. I quickly related all of the odd events of the past three weeks, and then told them about the revelation through the ductwork. Heather's eyes were as big as saucers as she understood her mother's indiscretion. Looking at Bob, I asked, "You must know that you can hear anything that's going on in the bathroom if you're standing in front of the basement pantry, don't you?" He nodded. "It's been that way since Butler, the plumbing and heating guy, decided to cut an extra outlet in the duct after he installed the new furnace, That was in '95, so it's been like that for almost twelve years now." I continued, "It was very clear from the conversation, that this wasn't the first time they'd been together." I paused and turned to Claude. "Am I correct?" He didn't say anything until a sharp elbow in the ribs from Lee got his attention. "You son of a bitch", she snarled at him. "What's been going on?" With a look of resignation on his face, he spoke, "It started about two weeks ago. Not long after you," he looked at Lee, "had your shifts changed at work". Claude looked at me, and then back to Lee. "You know how Marilyn and I always flirt. We've done it for years, and it's always been harmless, you know, just for fun. Well, Marilyn stopped in at the house to drop off something for you, I don't remember what..." As he was about to continue, the kitchen door opened, and Mar, quite obviously being herded along, came into the room, followed closely by her Mom and Michelle. Her eyes were red from crying. She looked around the room at everyone until her gaze settled on me, and she burst into tears again. "Don, I'm sorry" she sobbed. Sharon guided Mar to her seat next to mine, and as she fought to get herself under control, she reached out and grasped my hand. I guess it was the tears, because I felt sorry for her, but only for a second or two. I gave her had a gentle squeeze and then moved it to her own lap. She reached out again and I pulled my hand away. That prompted another series of sobs until her Mom quietly shushed her and told her to be quiet. Since Mar, Sharon and Michelle had missed out on the start of Claude's confession, I recapped for them. Mar had stopped crying and was starting to get herself together. I didn't want to set her off again, but I needed to hear the story from her rather than from Claude, so I asked her. "Mar," I asked her, "What happened then?" She looked at me as if pleading not to have to tell what she'd done, in front of her family, but I held firm. "Go on." She blew her nose again. "I stopped off to return a casserole dish that I'd borrowed from Lee, but she wasn't home. She'd had her shifts at the hospital changed the day before and was working 3 to 11." She paused to wipe her eyes and blow her nose again. She continued, "Claude and I were talking, flirting a bit, like we always do, and all of a sudden, completely out of the blue, we were kissing. It didn't last long, and I felt very guilty, and more or less ran out the door. I'd calmed down by the time I got home, and I didn't think much more about it until the next day at work." "I'm ashamed to say that, by the next day, I was excited by what had happened, and gave in to it, and after telling you I was stopping to see Lee, I went back. Claude knew why I was there, and before too long, we were," she paused and took a deep breath, "having sex. You know the rest." The tears started again, and Sharon pushed the box of tissues at her. She was sobbing, "Don, Lee, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I've been a weak, thoughtless person." It was Lee's turn to speak. "It took two of you to make this happen." She turned to Claude. "Do you remember telling me years ago, that if I ever stepped out on you, you'd dump me in an instant? Do you remember that?" she demanded. Claude hung his head. "What can I say, Lee. ...the thrill of the forbidden. I'm sorry we gave in to it." I'm sorry, too, Claude." Lee turned to her mother. "Can I stay here tonight, Mom? I need to think." Mar turned to me. The question was there, in her eyes. I held out my hand. "Let's go home, Mar. We need to talk." It didn't sound good for Lee and Claude, but I had no intention of making any decisions without a long talk. I was angry, very angry and hurting badly, but I still loved my wife. The drive home was quiet. We didn't talk much, and what we did discuss centered on the next day's work schedule. Once home, we sat down at the kitchen table, and shared a beer. Mar was still having trouble looking me in the eye, and it wasn't long before she started to cry again. "Can you ever forgive me, Don? I pray that you can, because I couldn't live without you. I'm so stupid and selfish. All I was thinking about was getting off on the thrill." I didn't answer, which increased her distress. "Please tell me you won't leave me. Tell me that you still love me, please!" I though about her question and with a heavy sigh, answered, "Yes, Mar, I still love you. I don't like you very much right now, and I'm so angry, so thoroughly pissed off at you, that I think we should just call it a night and not talk any more. We'll talk tomorrow. I don't know about you, but I know I'm gonna have trouble sleeping, so I'm going to use the spare bedroom. Good-night." I was right about not sleeping well. I lay there in the dark, somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, and in my mind's eye, I could see Mar and Claude naked, with arms wrapped around each other, rolling between the sheets on a bed, which was, for some strange reason, situated in her parents dining room. My mind was draped with the red veil of anger. Sometime around four I was finally able to shut down my reeling mind and drift off into a fitful sleep to the sound of Mar's crying. Work sucked, big time, the next day. I was tired and my imagination was still running rampant. All I could think about was Mar fucking Claude, and it kept my wrath at a peak. I knew I had to do something to defuse the situation, or it could end our marriage, and that was something I really didn't want to happen. You hear of spouses who become hateful when one of them cheats, and I could understand that, but it wasn't me. I'd been head over heels in love with Mar for too long, and it wasn't something that I was willing to let go, at least not trying to work it out. A half hour before her quitting time, I phoned Mar and told her that I was bringing Chinese take-out home, and that I expected her to be there when I arrived, though I was sure she would head straight home after work. That evening, sitting across the table from her, eating dan-dan noodles with black bean sauce, I was still steaming, and I'm sure she could tell. "Don, I'm sorry..." I exploded. "God damn it, if I hear 'sorry' one more fucking time I'm gonna walk out that door and never come back!" I could normally keep my temper in check, but not tonight. She cringed, tears trickling down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, too, Mar." I tried to breathe deeply to calm myself. "This is eating my guts out, and I can't let it go. I don't know what to do. At every turn, all I think about is you with your legs spread wide, and your brother between them, screwing the hell out of you. I'm haunted by it." She sniffed, "What can I do to help us get past this? I'll do anything you want. Anything. Just tell me." We sat silently for a long time, Mar blowing her nose occasionally, and me fuming. Finally, I spoke. "I want you to tell me why. Why did this happen?" She looked at me timidly, "I guess that's a reasonable question, and one I've been trying to answer myself. Maybe if I tell you, it'll make some sense." She paused and looked at me for just for a second, then looked down, unable to hold her eyes to mine. "I know this is going to sound like an excuse, like I'm trying to evade responsibility for what I've done, but that's not it at all." "We've been married for twenty-four years and our relationship, at least as far a sex is concerned, isn't as exciting as it once was. You know this, because we've talked... and tried things to spice it up. And don't get me wrong, I wouldn't trade the relationship we have now." She held her hands over her face and started to sob again. "I hope we still have a relationship, or can get it back. I hope I haven't broken it. I'd die without you." She sat for a few minutes and gathered herself together. "Our relationship is different than it was early on, it's more love and less lust, and I'm fine with that. But sometimes, I miss the lust that we had. Don't you?" I nodded. She continued, "I'm not saying lack of excitement prompted me to go back to Lee's that afternoon, but I'm sure it..." She looked at me, then asked, "If we can fix this, can we try to have a little more lust? I nodded again, then it hit me. Would lust help dissolve the anger? Could I get past the anger and fuck my unfaithful wife? Would it bring us closer and help the healing process?" I was skeptical, and I decided to wait to suggest it, wanting to see how I felt after we talked more. She looked me in the eye, "One thing I have to say, I want to be absolutely sure that you know this..." I waited. "My... indiscretion... with Claude, had nothing, not the slightest bit, to do with your ability as a lover. You're the best, and always will be." "So why did you go? Was it really just the need for a little excitement?" I asked. She shrugged her shoulders. "As I said earlier, I really haven't figured it out. The lure of the forbidden was certainly there. I'd never felt it before. It's like a drug. Add some thoughtless daydreaming, and no consideration for the consequences... I think it boils down to me being selfish and thoughtless. " "OK", I told her. "let's move on to something else, and I know you're going to think I'm weird, that I'm being a masochist, but I want you to tell me about your trysts with him. Everything. All the details." She looked at me quizzically. "Really?" I don't know if I can. I'll be so... embarrassed is the wrong word, but you know what I mean." "Really," I said firmly. "I'm spending way too much time imagining the two of you fucking..." She cringed at my choice of words, but I carried on, "and that's what's making me crazy, fueling this ache in my guts. Maybe by replacing the pictures in my mind with reality, I'll be able to let it go." "What if it makes it worse?" she asked. I shrugged. "How much worse can it get?" She nodded. "I said I'd do anything to try and save us, so if you want to hear about it... well, I'll try my best." She sat for a minute, maybe longer, putting the words together. "You know about the quick kiss at Lee's house when I went to drop off the casserole dish. Well, at work the next day I wasn't all that busy and found myself daydreaming about what happened. Rather than feeling guilty as I had earlier, I replayed what had happened over and over in my mind, and suddenly realized that I was very horny. I remember thinking about repeating what had happened with Claude, and how exciting the idea was, because it was illicit, forbidden. I was ashamed and aroused at the same time." "I decided to go by Lee's to see her, knowing I was only fooling myself. I really wanted to see if Claude wanted to take the previous day's kissing experience further. I wasn't thinking that we would have sex, but did expect to kiss some more and perhaps do a little petting. When I got there, he had just arrived home himself and invited me in. We sat down together on the couch and talked, very briefly, as it turned out, before we were kissing. It wasn't like the previous day, however, I didn't run out the door after a few seconds. We ended up stretched out on the couch face to face, and while we kissed, he ground his crotch into mine, and I could feel his hard-on pressing against my belly. His hands were all over me, squeezing my tits, my bum, everywhere. As he went up under my blouse and slipped my bra up so he could squeeze my nipples, I reached down and stroked his cock through his slacks. It was very hard and there was a wet spot on his pants." "It was at that point," she looked at me with some uncertainty, "that I knew we were going to...fuck." Happy Birthday, Sweetheart Mar seldom used the word. I wondered if she was saying it for my benefit. "A few minutes later, I had his pants open, he had my skirt up and my panties off, and I was on the floor with my legs drawn up against my chest as he pushed his cock into me. It was so hard and I was so wet, it just slid all the way in. It didn't last long. We were both too hot to last. Claude found a box of tissues. My crotch was a swamp. After we were dressed again, we sat and talked for a few minutes. I was feeling guilty and so was he. We agreed that what we had done wouldn't be repeated." "I showered as soon as I got home and hoped that there were no outward signs of what I'd done, but strangely enough, I didn't feel much regret -- only a bit. After all it wasn't going to happen again. It shows you how you can deceive yourself." The following day at work, I thought about how awful I'd been to make love..., no, to fuck, Claude, but in the same thought, I admitted to myself that it was the most exciting sex I'd had in years. I'm sorry, darling, but it was. It was exciting, but it wasn't intimate and loving, but I never had that particular thought at the time." "I stayed away from Lee's..., from Claude, for two or three days, even though he called. I knew that sooner or later I'd go back. It's like I was addicted to the high of it. I never gave the slightest thought of the damage it could do to... us." "The next day, I came home as usual. You weren't home from work yet, and Claude called. He talked dirty to me on the phone, telling me how hard his cock had been since we fucked. My pussy just gushed when he said that, and I knew I had to have another fix. I told you I was going to visit Lee after supper and when I got there, he grabbed me and dragged me downstairs to Paul's bedroom. After some frantic kissing I got down on my knees and inhaled his cock. He didn't last long at all and came more than I could swallow, and his semen ran down my neck and all over my sweater." "The feel of his come on my skin made me absolutely wild. He got my pants off, and just pulled my panties aside and started to lick me. When he sucked on my clit, I went off like a mad woman, screaming and yelling." "We calmed down a bit after that, and kissed and groped until I went down on him again. It took him a while to get hard again, but once he was, he lay down on his back and I straddled him. I was still very wet, sopping wet, and I sank down on him easily, it went all the way in without any resistance. Since we'd both come, we were able to screw for quite a while, in several different positions. I had at least two more orgasms and when he was ready, he pulled out and squirted all over my breasts." This was not easy to listen to, but I really felt that I'd be able to lose some of the anxiety that had built up. "Was that it? Did you do anything else that night?" I asked Mar, intent on knowing everything that had happened. She continued, "I was still pretty hot and wanted to suck him off again, but he was done for the night. As I left, we..." My cell phone rang and interrupted Mar's narrative, and I picked it up and went into the bedroom to talk. Half an hour later, I hung up and looked around for Mar, and found her packing the leftover Chinese into the fridge. "Well," I said. "That was an interesting call." "Who was it?" Mar asked. "It was your Mom, calling with some advice..., and a bit of a story to tell." "About what?" "Well, her advice was pretty straightforward. 'Do whatever it takes to stay together. It will work out in the end.' That's not too surprising, but the story really blew me away." "Why? What is it about?" "It seems that your folks had a problem similar to this years ago. She wanted me to know about it. I guess the message is that it can happen to anyone, and that it can be fixed." Mar's mouth hung open in surprise. "You mean one of them had an affair?. I don't believe it. They've always been so happy together." "I'd always thought so, too. It must have taken a lot of guts to open up about it after all this time. It was when you were quite young, and of course, it was something they never wanted you and Lee to know about." I continued, "It seems that just after Lee started school, your Mom was having difficulty adjusting to being at home alone. She was lonely and depressed a lot of the time, with your Dad traveling so much..." Mar's hand went to her mouth. "My God, you mean it was Mom? I thought..." "That's right. "Her self esteem was in the cellar, and when she met up with a guy at a PTA meeting, the father of one of Lee's classmates, who flirted, paid attention to her, made her feel good about herself, it happened. He was married, too, so they met while your Dad was away. Carried on for about six months, until his wife caught on." "What happened?" "Your Dad was furious at first, and moved out for five or six weeks, then...." Mar had a look of realization on her face. "I remember that, now. Mom told us he was working out of town. I vaguely remember her being really unhappy during that time, but I thought is was because of Dad's job. And...?" "They decided that they'd either have to try and work it out, or divorce. It took a few years before all the fallout evaporated and your Pop's trust in Sharon was fully restored, but as she said on the phone, they're both glad they decided to try." Mar appeared buoyed by the message from her Mom, then asked. "They made it work. Can we try, please? Please, Honey." I replied, "I want to give it a shot. I'm not ready to give up on us yet. She lit up with the brightest smile I'd seen in a while and hugged me tight. We kissed long and hard and I could feel my cock lengthening in my pants. I broke the kiss and held her at arm's length. "One more thing. Your Dad came on the line after your Mom was done. He suggested that we should get back in the saddle, sooner rather than later..." A puzzled look crossed Mar's face for a second, then a smile. "You mean...?" "Yup. He said they didn't. They slept in separate rooms for way too long. He thinks that he should have just put the anger aside and... how do I put this delicately... got in on with your Mom right away." "Can we?" she asked. Are you OK?" To answer her,.I held out my hand. Mar took it and we walked down the hall into the bedroom. We kissed long and hard, then fell on the bed and kissed some more. At some point we lost most of our clothes. I was sucking on one of Mar's hard, sensitive nipples as I slid a finger in and out of her very wet slit, dragging the back of my thumb across her clit. Little moans escaped her throat. She was having fun, too. One hand was in my hair, making sure I didn't leave that very erect nipple, while the other fondled my balls, something that has always made me very, very hard. With a familiar move, Mar pushed me onto my back and slid back to take my dick into her mouth. Then disaster struck! I immediately thought of her blowing Claude, overheard in mys basement. I wilted. "Fuck!" I barked. Mar jumped back with fear in her eyes. "What is it?" I didn't need to answer. She knew what had happened. "Oh, baby," she cried. "I'm sorry. I didn't think..." "That's just it, Mar. You didn't think! If you'd thought things through before you fucked your asshole brother, everything would be fine. But it's not fine, is it?" I pulled my pants on and stomped off to the family room and plunked myself down in front of the TV. I flipped through the channels, but wasn't paying any attention to what was on the screen, but rather was back on the mental treadmill again, thinking this time about Mar swallowing Claude's come the previous evening. Mar knew well enough to leave me alone. She stuck her head around the corner just after ten, "I'm going to bed, Don," she said in a sad, resigned voice. "I love you..." I decided to go to bed too, and made my way back to the spare room. Sleep came easier this night, simply because I was exhausted. Sometime early in the morning, while it was still dark, I felt Mar slip into the bed with me and mould herself to my back. She held herself to me for a short while, until warm tears landed on my shoulder, and she slipped away, sobbing quietly. As much as her willful acts hurt me and angered me, I couldn't make myself think that I didn't love her, now, as much as I ever had. It had simply been a mistake, a bad one, but one that needed to be forgiven. I got up and made my way to the master bedroom and lay down beside her. Still crying, she rolled over and held me tight. We made love slowly and deliberately, and after her orgasm, I came, too, with tears in my eyes. Epilogue Half a year had passed since my wife Mar had been found out. She'd been cheating on me with her brother, and had slipped up at a party at her parents house. The whole family learned that they were fucking around. While I had decided early on that I didn't want to split up, the after-effects lingered on for a while. I went through periods of anger and depression, interspersed with some happy times, where we felt as good as, if not better, than we had prior to the 'incident', as it became known between us. When things were good, we made love regularly, although I wasn't able to keep an erection when Mar performed fellatio on me. That triggered some anxiety in me, but Mar seemed determined to help me get over it, and kept trying, suggesting that it was good therapy. On the odd occasion, I stayed firm and she reveled in taking my ejaculation down her throat, milking me dry. Mar's sister, Lee, and brother, Claude didn't recover as well. Even with strong encouragement from Mar's mother, Lee and Claude split up for a while. They were now back together again, but didn't seem to be getting along that well. Lee spoke to Mar only when she had to, and I hadn't seen or talked to Claude since that January evening. Six weeks into the recovery period, Mar and I had a strange conversation while basking the afterglow of a good fuck. It centered around the one thing that I thought had prompted Mar's unfaithful behavior, and that was the lack of excitement in our love life. I don't know where in the depths of my fertile mind the idea had come from, it was so off the wall, at least for me, and of course it surprised the hell out of Mar, too "Remember when you suggested that we needed to get some of the lust back in our love life?" I asked her. "Uh huh", she answered. We really haven't made much progress there, have we? I suggested. "Well, no. But we've had other things on our minds. Like reestablishing your trust in me, for one. That's more important, isn't it? "Yeah, it's very important, but I really think the lust thing is important, too. We're too dull. We need to start thinking about creating some excitement in our love life." She cocked her head and looked at me. "Do you have something in mind?" "Yeah, sort of. Say you met a man who turned your crank, and you could see yourself naked and in bed with him. If you told me about it before hand and I said to go for it, would you do it? Could you seduce him? Could you all excited and go out and get yourself properly fucked?" She looked at me as if I had just landed from another planet. "You're not serious, are you? You're just testing me. I couldn't cheat on you again." I looked in the eye. "It's not cheating if you have my permission. I would never, ever, want you to go behind my back again. What I'm thinking of here is consensual..., opening up our marriage a bit. Would you be interested?" "Hmm, I suppose this works both ways, right?" I nodded, "Yeah, of course." She continued, "I'd have trouble giving you permission to fuck another woman. I'd be scared that I might lose you." I laughed, "After all of this, there's not much chance of that happening. You're stuck with me." She stroked my cock. "I don't mind being stuck with this." She continued. "It would certainly spice things up, but I don't think I'm ready for it yet. Maybe someday." That conversation took place more than three months ago. Neither of us has pursued others for sex, and maybe we never will, but the idea has certainly made for some very interesting pillow talk. We're still making very good progress on overcoming the aftermath of Mar's infidelity, and I'd have to say that things are working out better than I'd expected. I'm a happy man, and I'm looking forward to celebrating my wife's next birthday. Happy Birthday, Sweetheart It was Sunday. John loved Sundays. Normally, on a Sunday, John remained in bed till late and screwed his wife Joan when she came up after finishing her morning chores. Then they showered together kissing and fondling each other and then went out to eat lunch. But this was not a normal Sunday. Today he had to go to the office to finish some urgent work. John enjoyed his work but going to office on a Sunday was a pain in the butt especially when it also happened to be his birthday. John Stanford stood at full height around six feet and weighed 180lbs of solid muscle. He worked out three times a week and was fit as a fiddle. He looked quite handsome with his dark hair and skin. John yawned and stretched. Muttering a curse he got out of bed and trooped into the bathroom. After a shave and a leisurely hot shower he went down to the kitchen. "Good morning, darling," he said kissing Joan. Joan was nice looking, not overly pretty, but nice enough to look at. She had short thick brown curly hair, an oval shaped face, slightly upturned nose, full lips and almond shaped brown eyes. She was 5'1" and weighed 115lbs or 120lbs. "Good morning, Mr. John Stanford," Joan said with a naughty smile, "what are you doing in the kitchen so early?" "I want breakfast," he replied. "Here in the kitchen? If I recall correctly, you prefer to have breakfast in bed on Sundays," she giggled. "I've to go to the office," he said glumly. "Go to office? Have you forgotten that today is a Sunday?" Joan asked. "No, but I've to finish the Mclaine brief. Darling, please don't get angry. It is very important. I require it first thing in the morning," he said, "It needs two hours of work only. I'll be back by lunch." "Alright go but I want you here at one sharp," Joan said shaking her forefinger at him in mock anger. "I promise," John said touching his ears, "Madam, can I get breakfast now?" "Of course, darling. What will you have? The usual?" "Yeah," John said nodding his head. John's "usual" was four fried eggs sunny side up, lots of toast, lots of butter and lots of coffee. Joan busied herself with breakfast and John changed the TV channel to CNN to catch the latest news. While eating his breakfast, John smiled to himself. "My dear wife, I did not forget that today is Sunday but you have, for the first time since our marriage, forgotten that today is my birthday. John loved her too much to embarrass her by pointing it out. ____________________________________ Ten years ago they had met at the house warming party of mutual friends. "I don't think you two have met," their hostess said introducing them. After exchanging pleasantries, he asked, "Joan, I see your glass is empty. Can I get you a refill?" "No, thank you. Maybe later," she replied placing the empty glass on a table, "But you go ahead." "I think I'll pass also," he said. Just then the band struck a tune and sound of a slow waltz floated in the air. "Would you like to dance?" he asked. "I'd love to," she replied and slid smoothly into his arms. They made a handsome couple despite their height difference. They had hit off famously. They had the same likes and dislikes. A whirlwind courtship followed. They were married three months later. Since then ten years had past and they were still very much in love. They had no kids by choice but recently Joan had expressed a desire to start a family. After finishing his breakfast John kissed his wife good-bye. "I'll be back by one o'clock," he said and carrying his briefcase, stepped out of the house. ____________________________________ It was a beautiful summer day. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. A cool breeze was blowing. "Shit, such a fine day and I've to go to office," John muttered to himself gunning his Mercedes, "Thank heavens, it is only for a few hours." Fifteen minutes later he reached his office. His office was on the third floor of Abraham Towers on Main Street. The brass plate in front of his office read: "JOHN STANFORD, Attorney at Law". John breathed on it and polished it with his sleeve. He was proud of the fact that in five years, since he had struck out on his own, he had built a practice, which was the envy of many. He worked diligently till noon. "At last it is finished," he said himself and gathering the papers, put them away. As he was about to leave he looked at his watch. It was noon. He had promised Joan that he'll be back by one. He still had an hour at his disposal. He decided to look up some "case laws" in connection with the Mclaine case. He was leafing through a Law Journal when he heard a sound in the outer office. ____________________________________ At eleven o'clock sharp Janice, Joan's younger sister, arrived at the house. "Hi, sis," Janice said hugging her sister. Janice was two years younger to Joan and four inches taller. She had thick brown hair with golden streaks falling past her shoulders. Her boobs were much larger than Joan's small perky breasts. Otherwise in all other respect they were like two peas in a pod. They were also very close to each other. "Hello Janice, come on in," Joan said hugging her back, "That is a very smart dress you are wearing. Black suits you very much. When did you buy it?" "Yesterday," Janice said, "Do you think he'll like it?" "I am sure he'll like it," Joan said, "Are you ready?" "Yes, shaved, washed and perfumed just like you had said," Janice giggled, "By the way, where is the birthday boy?" "He is not here," Joan said, "He left for the office an hour ago." "He has gone to the office on a Sunday? On his birthday?" Janice said incredulously. "He had some important work to do." "Oh sis, why did you let him go?" "I couldn't help it. He had work to do," Joan said, "You can go to the office too. It is Sunday and no one will be there. He'll be alone." "You'll come too?" Janice asked. "No, I am baking a cake for his birthday and can't leave the house," Joan said, "After it is done I'll come." "Oh sis, he'll never agree if you are not there," Janice wailed. "Believe me, Janice, I'd like to be there especially to see his expression when I give him his birthday present," Joan giggled. "Then come," Janice pleaded. "I can't," Joan said, "Okay, listen. I've an idea. John had work for two hours. You reach his office at noon. He'll have finished his work by then. I'll call him and tell him about his birthday gift. Is that okay?" "I don't know...it might work," Janice said doubtfully. "Of course it'll work," Joan said confidently, "After I have told him about his present, all you have to do is to turn on the family charm." "I can give it try. Wish me luck," Janice said pulling off her panties and stuffing it in her purse, "Okay bye, see you later." "What's the hurry? It's only eleven. We have enough time for a cup of coffee," Joan said. ____________________________________ "Who can it be?" John thought pushing back his chair. He was about to get up to see who had come when the door opened and his sister, Janice, walked in. "Hello John," she said smiling sweetly. "Hello Janice, what are you doing here?" he said. "Surprised to see me," she laughed. "Yes, to say the least," John said, "Sit down. Are you in any sort of trouble?" Janice sat quietly in one of the leather chairs meant for clients. She looked at John, playing nervously with a pencil she had picked up from his desk, contemplating how to broach the subject. "Janice, tell me what is the problem?" John asked again. "John, why don't you employ me as your secretary?" she said at last. "I already have a secretary." "I'll sit in your lap while taking dictation," she said with a naughty smile. "I am not in the habit of letting my secretary use my lap as a chair," John said smiling. "There are many other things I can do for you," Janice said mysteriously. "My secretary makes good coffee too," John chuckled. "Oh damn, I didn't mean that," Janice said getting frustrated. "Then what did you mean?" John asked suppressing a smile. "I am getting nowhere with this," Janice thought, "Best is to try the direct approach." Janice got up and sat on John's desk. "John daarrrling, would you like to squeeze my big boobs?" she said with a mischievous smile. For a fraction of a second John was taken aback but recovered quickly. "Are you mad?" he said evenly, "Anyway, get off my desk." "Don't be shy, darling. You can lick and suck the nipples too," she giggled. "Janice, you are drunk," John said calmly, "I think you had better go home." "Or would you like to feel my pussy?" Janice said grinning from ear to ear. "Do you know what you are saying?" John asked sternly. "Of course, my dear brother, I shaved it only this morning. It is smooth and soft and perfumed. Just like the bottom of a new born baby," she chuckled and pulling up her dress above her waist, showed him her freshly shaven cunt. "Janice, please go. I have work to do," John said. "I have heard that you love bald pussies," Janice persisted. "Who told you?" John asked surprised. "Your dear wife, who else," Janice giggled. Before John could reply, the phone rang. "Cover yourself," John said reaching for the phone. "Daaarrrllling, you don't have a videophone. The caller can't see me," she laughed caressing her cunt. "Stanford," John said picking up the receiver. Joan was on the line. "Darling, is Janice with you?" she asked. "Yes, she is here. I wish you would drum some sense in her empty head," John said. "What has happened?" "She has gone mad. She is trying to seduce me with her..." John said leaving the sentence in the air. "That is the reason I have called," Joan giggled, "Janice is probably showing you your birthday present. Happy birthday, darling, have fun." John managed with great difficulty to keep a straight face. "I see," he said shooting a quick glance at Janice. "One more thing, be kind to her. She is very lonely and likes you very much," Joan said. "You know what that means?" John cautioned. "Yes dear. You'll have two wives instead of one," Joan giggled. "You mean..." John asked. "Yes. We'll invite her to shift in with us but don't tell her as yet. It'll be our present to her on her birthday next month," Joan chuckled. "Do you think it is a good idea?" John said. "We'll talk about it but later," Joan said, "Darling, please don't keep her waiting. Enjoy your gift and happy birthday." John replaced the receiver. During their telephonic conversation Janice was on tenterhooks. She was not sure how John would react. She needn't have worried. John had always wanted to squeeze Janice's big tits. Many a night he had fucked Joan visualizing her big tits. It was his secret. He had not told anybody. Now he had the opportunity not only to play with her big breasts but also to fuck her silly and that too with his wife's consent. Grinning like an ape he got up and approached Janice from behind the desk. "Janice, what did you say? I can squeeze your boobs," he said placing his left hand on her left boob and squeezing it gently. "Oh John," Janice moaned closing her eyes and leaning back on him. "What else did you say? Ah yes, I should caress your freshly shaven pussy," he whispered in her ear, feeling her exposed cunt, "You were right. I love bald pussies and your cunt is smooth and soft like the bottom of a new born baby." "Oh John," Janice moaned tilting her face upwards towards him. Their lips met. Their eyes closed and their tongues sought each other. They kissed and sucked each others lips while John pressed her boobs and ran his fingers through her hot wet slit. Janice turning around towards him unbuttoned his shirt and pushed her hand under his vest. When their kiss broke, Janice, leading him to the chair on which she had been sitting, said, "John, sit down." John sat down. Janice threw her jacket carelessly on John's desk and kneeling between his spread legs, kissed him hard while her hands explored his manly chest and her fingers rubbed and pinched his nipples. She sucked his lips, bit and licked her way down to his chest. Her tongue teased his nipples. Then her lips followed her hands down his body, past his naval. John groaned as she placed her hand on his bulging crotch. She undid his fly and putting her hand inside pulled out his aching eight-inch erection. "Oooo, what a beauty," she said kissing his cock, "Sis is very lucky to have the services of such a big cock." She began to stroke his cock. She grasped his cock in her hand and squeezed it as she slowly jacked him off. Janice was fascinated by the size of John's cock and how it felt in her hand. Licking her lips, she bent her head lower. Her tongue snaked out to flick off the drop of pre-cum that had formed on the tip of his cock. John gritted his teeth and suppressed a loud moan as Janice took his cock into her mouth. She let her lips slide over the swollen head of his cock and around its shaft. She sucked at a steady pace. She moved the tip of her tongue in circles on the head of his cock while her hand moved up and down on his shaft. "Oh Janice, it feels great," John gasped as Janice took more of his cock into her mouth. She took his cock in her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. Her tongue rubbed against the underside of his cock. Her hands found his balls and traced patterns with her nails as she worked his cock in her mouth. John let out a choked gasp, his hips arching up off the chair. Janice nearly gagged as his cock went deeper into her mouth. John closed his eyes as Janice sucked him, working his cock in and out of her hot wet mouth. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and fucked her mouth hard. He moaned loudly as he felt his balls tighten. "Holy shit, I'm about to cum," John managed to say. Janice sucked his cock with more vigor. Suddenly John exploded. He shot, spurt after spurt, his creamy load deep into her mouth. Janice swallowed as fast as she could but still a drop of John's cum trickled down her chin. John sat on the chair, his chest heaving as he sucked in air. Janice relinquished his cock only after she had sucked the last drop of cum. "Happy birthday, dear brother," Janice giggled shyly, wiping the dribbling cum of her face. "Thank you, dear sister," John panted and pulling her onto his lap kissed her cum stained lips. They sat cuddled up together on the chair. After couple of minutes, John said, fondling her big boobs, "Janice, how did you become my birthday present?" "Why don't you ask sis?" Janice giggled. "I will but first you tell me," John insisted. "Alright, let's undress and be more comfortable," Janice suggested. "Okay, let us get up. You tell the story while I undress both of us," John said. "It's a deal," Janice giggled, "You know that we both meet every Tuesday for lunch, don't you?" "Yes I know," John said pulling down the zip at the back of the dress, "Nice dress." "This Tuesday we met at "Antonio's". It is a quaint Italian restaurant tucked away at the end of Oak Street," Janice said. "I know, it is one of Joan's favorite restaurants," John said, unhooking her bra, "I've been there several times. Their dry martinis are very good." "Right, we ordered dry martinis also," Janice continued her story, "we were sipping our drinks, when sis said, "Janice, I don't know what to do. John's birthday is on Sunday and I haven't a clue as to what I should give him." "Have you checked the usual items?" "Yes, I want to give him something personal, something unique. A present he'll never expect," sis said ordering another round of drinks, "Any suggestions." "Hmmm, it is so difficult to buy gifts for men," I said knitting her eyebrows in thought. "You are telling me." "He gave you diamond tops on your birthday, isn't it so?" "Yes, that is what makes the choice so difficult," sis said downing her drink and ordering another round. After drinking two dry martinis in a short time my brain was a little fuddled. It made me bolder and suppressed my natural inhibitions. "I know what you could give him," I giggled, "The gift is personal and unique. It is just what you are looking for." "What is it? Tell me." Suddenly I developed cold feet. "You won't get angry." "No, tell me." "Promise," I asked to assure myself. "I'll get angry if you don't tell me now," sis threatened. "Me," I laughed. "What did you say?" she asked incredulously. "Me," I repeated, "You could gift me to him." For a moment sis stared at me in disbelief. I think she thought I am out to steal her husband and alarm bells must have started ringing in her head. Then she said cautiously, "Is this a joke of some kind?" Now that the cat was out of the bag I decided to brazen it out. "No, I am dead serious," I said looking her in the eye. "Are you two having an affair?" "Good heavens, no. Do you think I would bring up the subject if we were sleeping together," I said. She thought for a moment. "Has he hit upon you?" she asked. "No, he wouldn't dream of it. He loves you too much," I said. "H...H...Have you...?" she said. "Yes, I have dropped hints many times but each time he looked through me and walked away," I said truthfully. "Why do you think you will be successful this time?" she asked. "I might succeed if he is convinced that you wouldn't mind," I said, "Sis please, you'll be doing me a favor also." "How so?" she asked. "Since my Joe died two years ago I have not been with a man," Janice said, "I like John very much and would like to be with him. That is if you permit." Sis thought for a moment. "Janice, our love life is stagnating. Sex has become a routine. It is no longer...what shall I say... as satisfying... or shall I say as exciting as it used to be. Maybe this is the spark it needs. You are not an outsider. You are family. You won't do anything to harm me, would you?" sis said. "Never, trust me," I said. "Main thing is that John loves me," muttered to herself. "Yes sis, I told you that already," I said. "Okay, done," sis said coming to a decision. For a moment I couldn't believe it. My sister had agreed to let me sleep with her husband. "Oh sis, how can I thank you," I said laughing nervously, "This calls for a celebration." "Yes," sis giggled, "Let us order another round." "Now you know how it happened," Janice giggled. "And I thought you girls gossiped, overate and got drunk in these luncheons and nothing good came out of them," John laughed. "Don't you like your birthday gift?" Janice said pouting her lips. They were both naked. Janice's tits were big and beautiful with practically no sag at all. Her pink nipples were hard and stood out a good one inch when aroused. Her cunt was clean shaven with a pronounced swollen clit peeping out from in between its lips. "Lie down on the couch and I'll show you how much I like my present," John said fisting his eight inch cock. Janice lay down on the couch. John kneeled on the floor next to it and kissed her while kneading her big breasts. Then nibbling at her ear and biting her neck playfully he worked his way to her firm breasts and latched on to her hard pointed nipple, first of one boob then the other. "Oh John," Janice moaned pressing his head to her breasts. John licked his way southward, stopping long enough on the way at her navel to rotate his tongue inside it. Reaching her seat of pleasure he separated the lower lips with his fingers and licked between them. His tongue slid effortlessly from her swollen clit to her fuck hole and back filling his nose with the musky aroma of her excitement. Happy Birthday, Sweetheart Janice moaned loudly as John's tongue touched Janice's small hard lump. Her body quivered and squirmed as John's tongue circled her clit and then taking it in his mouth sucked on it. "OH JOHN, GO ON DON'T STOP. OH GOD I AMMM CUMMMIIIIINNNNGGGG," she screamed raising her hips and pressing her cunt against John's lips. "See how much I liked my birthday gift," John panted licking his lips. "Oh John, you were great," she moaned. "Want some more?" John grinned and started to lick her cunt again. "Please no more. I want you to take me. Yes, fuck me," Janice said grabbing his hair and pulling him on top of her, "John, ram your big cock into my cunt and fuck me as you have never fucked before." John touched a button on the couch and with a whirring sound it flattened out like a bed. John mounted her. She spread her legs. Then she put her hand between her legs and grasping John's raging hard on, aimed it at the mouth of her fuck hole. John pushed forward slowly. "AAAHHHhh," she moaned as John's cock slid effortlessly inside her well- lubricated fuck tube till his pubic hair tickled her swollen clit, "Oh it is so nice to feel a hard cock inside me again." John thrust his cock in and out of her cunt with practiced ease. She felt the walls of her cunt stretch before his big cock, as it slid in and out of her. He continued to fuck her varying the speed and length of his strokes constantly. "Oh John," Janice moaned placing her hands on his bottoms and pressing his crotch against her own. Janice had not felt like this in a long time. With each inward stroke the good feeling kept on increasing. Soon she started to pump her hips upward, wanting to feel his cock deeper and deeper inside her aroused fuck hole. Soon the sensation was so intense that she bucked and humped her hips feverishly trying to keep in rhythm with the ever-increasing speed of John's strokes. Suddenly John stopped and listened. "Oh for heavens sake why have you stopped?" Janice growled fiercely, "I was about to cum." "I heard a sound. I think there is someone in the outer office," John panted. "JOHN, FUCK MEEEE," Janice said bucking her hips from below. John shrugged and recommenced the fuck motion. Soon both them were on the boil again. He felt his seed rising. He pumped faster and faster. Janice was also nearly there. Suddenly her whole body shuddered violently, her body arched and throwing back her head, she screamed, "OH Y...HES, FASTER JOHN FASTER OH Y...HESS OH OHHH OHH Y...HESSSSSSSSssss," she screamed and drenching John's cock with her cum fell back on the couch gasping for breath. Joan opened the door of John's private office noiselessly and tiptoed inside. As she entered she saw John ramming his cock deep inside her younger sister's honey pot and then remained still for a fraction of a second. "OH FUCK .....OH SHIT I AMMM CUMMMINNNNG," he yelled and started to move his cock very slowly back and forth, filling Janice's fuck tube with his cum. Joan was very pleased to see the look of sheer pleasure on her husband's face as he emptied his balls inside her younger sister's cock starved cunt "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETHEART," she said, grinning from ear to ear, and started to undress. The end Dear Reader, This story was written by me for an Erotic Stories Photo Challenge. A photo was shown and a story was to be woven around it. Please remember to vote. Thanks. Take care, Saheb Sahebji