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Birthday Gift

By: Casey



I thought it would be just another birthday. Another day older, another new tie, and another expensive birthday dinner I wouldn't remember next week. It didn't turn out that way.

When I arrived home from work the kids were gone. Staying at grandma's house. My bride cheerfully met me at the door with a nice hug and kiss. She invited me to have a cocktail and poured me a scotch. As she poured me the drink, she explained that she would prefer to stay in for the evening as she had planned a special one just for me. She obviously had romance in mind or she wouldn't have arranged for the kids to be away for the evening.

She had spent the whole afternoon preparing. The house was clean and tidy and filled with aroma of cooking food. The gifts from the kids were wrapped and on the coffee table, the dinner wine was breathing, appetizers were prepared and dinner was in the oven cooking. 

She seemed unusually cheerful as she went about the task of preparing a plate of stuffed bacon wrapped shrimp, brie cheese, crackers and fresh fruit to start the evening. As she was preparing the appetizer plate she suggested we dine in our pajamas. That she new, what I would appreciate most, was an evening of undisturbed passion. She couldn't have been more correct or chosen a better gift.

She said she had laid out a new silk robe for me on our bed, and I should go shower and put it on and to wear nothing underneath. This sounded great ,so I went showered and changed as requested. When I came back she said it looked fantastic on me and invited me to sit down have another cocktail, open the gifts from the kids and enjoy the appetizers while she changed into something more comfortable. While I was opening the brightly wrapped gifts she came back looking absolutely stunning. She had purchased a tight white silk and lace teddy. Over it she was wearing a long sheer see through white ankle length robe and finished it off with white satin high heal shoes. 

She coyly smiled at me as she walked past to poor herself a glass of wine. We sat together and enjoyed the cards the kids had made, the appetizers and cocktails. She cuddled me and told me how much she appreciated me and how much she wanted to make the evening special. I told her that if the evening ended right here it couldn't have been more perfect. She smiled and said the evening was just getting started. We smiled at each other and kissed passionately. I was happy, my heart was pounding, this must be heaven.

We snacked on the appetizers and chatted. I hadn't noticed until she began lighting them that she had placed candles all over the house. Lots of them, everywhere, in every room. She looked so beautiful, she seemed to float around the house lighting them. When all the candles were lit she turned down the lights and we moved to the dining room to enjoy each others company, the fine wine and meal she had prepared. She had planned so far ahead as to only serve very small portions as she didn't want us to get too full and spoil the energy level. The meal was outstanding but even better was her company. She was unusually bright and cheerful, so much so, it filled the room with happiness. After dinner she fixed pressed coffee and brandy placed them on a tray and suggested we adjourn to the bedroom for the rest of the evening.

The bedroom glowed from the candle light. When we came in she asked me for my robe, said she wanted to enjoy my nakedness in the glow of the light. She placed the coffee and brandy on our night stands, turned some low soft sensuous jazz music, and suggested we smoke an after dinner joint to enhance the mood. Wanting the evening to last forever I fought back a rising erection as we savored the smoke and after dinner drinks. As we were smoking she began explaining she had planned the evening to fulfill one of my fantasies. That she new I wanted to surrender to her in the throws of passion. To be restrained while she used my body to satisfy her strongest sexual desires. The conversation was so erotic, she had never had the courage to speak like that, my cock was raging hard with anticipation. I anxiously agreed knowing just how hard this was for her to do. Her only condition was that I cooperate with anything she wanted. Any resistance on my part would give her second thoughts and would spoil the mood permanently. I understood and agreed not to resist anything she wanted.

We passionately kissed and touched while we finished our smoke and drinks. My mind raced with anticipated possibilities, my heart beat with excitement, what could she possibly do that I would resist. She got up and said "honey I have planned this evening for a long time, I hope you enjoy it. I have spent hours of anticipation planning this out for you." She said she couldn't deal with any look of disapproval on my face and therefore wanted to blindfold me for the evening. I couldn't imagine being disappointed and readily agreed. 

She produced a large black scarf form her dresser drawer and placed it over my eyes. My heart beat even faster. After it was securely in place she kissed me passionately and for the first time that evening reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. She stroked it firmly and said she was now going to restrain me so I would be appropriately willing for what she had in mind. 

"Yes please do" I said, I shared my fantasies with her but never thought she would be willing to make then a reality. She produced a pair of handcuffs and secured my hands behind my back. She pinched my nipple and asked if the cuffs were too tight. She then spread my legs and began wrapping a cord around the base of my cock and under my balls, around my balls, pulled it tight and tied it. This seemed to pull the skin tight and make my cock swell to its limit. 

"Comfortable" she asked. I nodded my head yes. She then tied my ankles together, my knees together, and my elbows together with soft scarves. When she had finished she lit another joint and smoked it. She held it to my lips and shared it with me. Not much was said other than she hoped I enjoyed what she had planned. I assured her so far it was the most erotic evening of my life. She held the glass of brandy to my lips and told me to sip while she said the evening was just getting started. She admired her handiwork and asked me to sit up properly on the edge of the bed with my back straight and remain that way. This was somewhat difficult with my arms tightly secured behind my back, but I managed to do as requested. She kissed me and said I looked just fine. Then she asked me to open my mouth as wide as I could. When I did she stuck a whole orange about two and a half inches in diameter into my mouth. "There that should keep you quiet" she said. Just exactly about that time came a knock at the fount door. "I think your gift may have just arrived" she said "ill be right back." She left the room and closed the door behind her.

I sat there on the bed somewhat embarrassed at the thought of a delivery person possibly being able to see what sat behind the closed door. I heard the front door open and the muffled conversation between a man and my bride. More like an introduction than a delivery. She invited him into the house! What was she doing? What could it be? I could hear the conversation had moved into the kitchen and a drink being poured. She wasn't dressed appropriately for another mans company. My mind raced in jealousy. I wanted to run out there and see what the fuck was going on. I couldn't move, I was restrained. She was in a sexy teddy she had worn just for me. What was she doing. I was in agony. My heaven had suddenly turned into hell.

Just a couple of minutes later the bedroom door opened. My bride said "Your gift has arrived lover. I hope you enjoy it as much as I will" Oh my god I thought, watching her fuck another man has never been one of my fantasies. What is she thinking? About then a deep masculine voice spoke. "Hello, I'm here to fulfill your fantasy. I'm a gift from your beautiful wife" 

My god what could she be thinking, imagine how I must look sitting here all tied up with a big orange stuck in my mouth! She then said "I'll sit over here and watch." "I want you to massage him, relax him, he's gotten soft, make him hard again." My heart raced, I thought it may just come out of my chest. About then I felt his presence standing over me. His large hands touched my chest and pushed me back, he put his hands around my neck and began massaging, my neck, shoulders, upper arms, chest, abdomen and worked his way to my crotch. 

Once there he said "Your wife wants to watch me have sex with you. Don't resist, she will ask me to leave." He then removed the scarf that bound my knees together and pushed them apart so he could fondle my cock and balls. My bride wasn't going to fuck another man, she was going to have another man fuck me! I could never have sex with another man! I'm straight! It was just a fantasy I had mentioned one night in during a heated fantasy conversation. But my cock was hard, his hands felt strong and confident. He had no face, no name, I was blindfolded, restrained, I could say I was being raped, though voluntarily. He was skilled, his hands knew just what to do, what he was doing felt wonderful.

From the other side of the room I heard my bride say "Yes, that is so hot. Now I want you to strip your clothes off and suck my husbands cock. Honey, this is so hot to watch." The stranger removed his clothes and knelt down in front of me and took my cock into his mouth. His mouth was so hot and wet. His tong massaged the bottom side of my shaft on the way up and down and circled the head each time he moved up. With his right hand he lightly toyed with my balls between his thumb and forefinger while pressing his middle finger into my anus to massage my prostate. 

As he firmly pinched my nipples with his left hand, cum began to spew from my loins in intense gushes. As I was cuming my bride was saying "Oh, yes honey, cum for me, cum all over his face, cum all over." As the orgasm subsided he knew just when to ease the pressure. He had simultaneously stimulated every major erogenous zone in my body while bringing me to orgasm. I lay there, my head spinning, out of breath, my heart pounding out of my chest. My bride was saying "that was beautiful honey, I have never seen so much cum at one time, beautiful. Now honey, I want you to watch you suck his cock." She instructed him to release my hands and arms, and for us to trade positions. 

My ankles were still tied so he helped position me on my knees in front of him and removed the orange from my mouth. He then grabbed a hand full of my hair and guided my face toward his swollen cock. My bride was sitting there saying "yes honey suck his cock." I opened my mouth to accept is manhood. As it entered my mouth I fought back the initial choking reaction. I could feel the swollen head of his circumcised cock sliding back and forth in my mouth. My saliva began to flow, I reached up and took hold of his cock and balls and began to stroke and fondle them. I had never imagined really touching another man. I fondled his hot flesh with one hand while roaming his hard lean torso with the other. He was hard and fit. The skin of his body tight. 

I probed for his anus and tried to duplicate what he had done to me. His nipples were hard and his anus welcomed my probing finger. As I sucked him he was encouraging, giving me guidance on just what he wanted. Unlike me it seemed to take a long time to get him off. All the while my bride was giving words of encouragement. "Yes honey that's so hot. Suck that hot cock. Pinch his nipples. Fuck his ass with your finger." I had never heard my bride talk so dirty. I couldn't believe it was her. She had never been so open about her sexual interests. I continued sucking, licking, pinching and fingering. The longer it went the more fevered things seemed to be.

Finally, he let out a soft moan, began shuddering as hot, salty loads of cum came pouring from his cock. I tasted it, smelled it, felt it forcefully splashing against my face and over my chest. I continued stroking his cock and lapping at the salty cum as my bride encouraged me on. "Yes honey, suck him, eat that cum, that's right, do it." I continued lapping and sucking until the intensity of the moment died down. The moment was broken when I felt my bride at my side helping me to my feet. She passionately kissed me, tasting his cum on my face. She then gently placed me back on the edge of the bed and gave me a sip of brandy and placed the handcuffs around my wrist behind me.. She asked the stranger to sit behind me and massage my back and neck while she rolled another joint. 

We sat on the edge of the bed with the stranger massaging my back and neck while we shared the joint. She lightly fondled by cock while holding the joint to my lips. The aroma of pot and cum was overwhelmingly intoxicating. When the joint was gone she whispered in my ear "I want you to know what its like to be stuffed full of hot cock. I want him to fuck you in the ass. Will you do that for me?" I cautiously nodded yes. They positioned me in the middle of the bed and raised my ass into the air. Sort of doggy position only my arms were restrained behind me so my chest was to the bed. My bride handed him some lubricant which was cold as he applied it to my virgin sphincter. She reassured me by telling him she wanted him to fuck me not hurt me. 

As he positioned himself behind me my heart again was racing, my cock was swelling, my ass hole tightening. He slipped his finger in and began to massage slowly while pushing the head of his cock at the opening. The harder he pushed the more I resisted until the pressure was too much. I gave, his cock slipped in and pain ran through me. It was an intense pain but intoxicating. As his cock slid in my bowels felt full. He moved slowly allowing me to adjust to the new sensation. As he reached his full length I could feel it stimulate my prostate. My cock was jerking in spasm involuntarily. My bride reached between my legs and began stroking my cock and massaging my balls. 

"You okay honey she asked" I nodded my head yes. As he began to move out my bowels relaxed and I could feel the void where his cock had just been. He moved in again and sensation against my prostate returned. Slowly he picked up the pace. In and out, occasionally withdrawing completely and re entering. Each entry being easier and more satisfying. My bride continued stroking me and encouraging him. "Yes fuck him, now fuck him hard, show him what its like to be fucked with a raging hot cock." The whole experience was like an endless orgasm. 

I began to feel the sensation of cuming from deep inside. As he picked up the pace and intensity of the thrusts I seemed to orgasm with each thrust he made. As I came I felt my bowels fill with hot fluid as he shot his load deep within me. He stopped thrusting and buried his cock deep within me as he came. When his orgasm was over he withdrew and I laid down completely stimulated and shuddering. "Oh yes" my bride cooed in my ear "that was so hot."

As he moved off the bed my bride said to him. "You performed very well. thank you, Hear is the fee we agreed upon plus a little extra. You may leave now" All he said in return was. "Thank you Mam. It was my pleasure I assure you." He left without another word. I never saw his face or knew his name.

After he had left, my bride released my restraints and blindfold. She held me in her arms and asked if I had enjoyed the surprise. Oh yes I did, but I wanted to know who that was. She said she had called a male escort agency and explained what she wanted. They arranged for someone to come over to take care of her request. She said the only way she could satisfy my fantasy was with someone totally anonymous, that neither of us would ever know or see again. She knew I would never voluntarily seek out sex with a man, that to me it was just a masturbation fantasy. A deep dark secret I would never share with anyone but her. Then she said that that was only half my gift, I still had her. 

She got up from the bed and turned the bath on. "Take a nice relaxing bath. When your done, make love to me". She went on to say watching had made her so hot she wanted me, needed me to show her it was okay. I assured I wanted her more than ever. 

As I relaxed in the bath, she lay on the bed masturbating. Satisfied she had fulfilled her fantasy and mine. We made hot passionate love many times until dawn when we finally fell asleep in each others arms. The next evening when we woke, I thanked her for the most erotic evening. She just said Happy Birthday honey and that she didn't ever want to talk about it again. I understood and would never mention it again. We cleaned up the house together and went to pick up the kids. Life was back to normal as though it never happened. Though I'll always remember on every birthday.

Birthday Gift



Coming from a very small town, I was a little shy in my new home. Columbus Ohio isn't a huge city, but it was allot bigger than I was used to. It was also a large college town. And of course the biggest plus, two hours away from the old home town. I have been living here and going to school since June. I have had different jobs to help pay the bills, but recently I started playing music with a few guys I had met through one of those jobs. I worked for a while as a mix-down engineer at Kingsmill Recording Studios. That gave me pretty much the time I needed for school and to play some music at local clubs. I know this has been a long introduction, but I just wanted to catch you up. That is how I met Leigh. She worked as a waitress at The Castle, a local club. It was a pretty wild place. Three floors with at least one bar on each. The dance floor was a disco throw back, lighted and computerized. The band would set up at the back of this moving light show and believe me sometimes it took allot of concentration to ignore those lights and the images it gave of the ladies on the dance floor. 

Leigh was just gorgeous, long brown hair and big blue eyes. They were the color of a light blue summer sky. She was about 5'2", nice breasts and an ass that made my mouth water. Every time she got close I stammered and stuttered all over the place. Kinda weird, since I was the lead singer for a band called Lunie Tunz. I also played rhythm guitar. We started out pretty mild, you know, her coming over with our drinks between sets and bringing request from customers on napkins, all the while I'm drooling over her every movement. I've still retained enough of the country boy shyness that I never said anything about what I was thinking. 

One night, with just enough tequila and herb inside me directing my actions. Leigh came over to me with my last drink before the last set. It was almost 2:00 am and I was pretty much settled into going home alone. She handed me my shot and looked deep inside me with those baby blues. Something inside took hold of me and I slammed back that cactus juice, slipped my hand around her back, pulled her close to me and looked back into her eyes. 

I told her, " I've wanted to kiss you until your soul felt it since you first looked into my eyes. If you stop me now, I'll never find the courage to try........" Before I finished that sentence, she pressed herself tight against me and lightly kisses my lips, slowly parting my lips with her tongue and then probing deep inside my mouth. The kiss felt like a volcano exploding and lasted for a long time. 

Needless to say, the last set was over very quickly, and that night was a memory that will live forever. We began to spend every moment together. Making love anywhere and everywhere. She liked the thrill of public sex and I have to admit, I was pretty pumped each time we had a new adventure. We would slip off into a corner or the stock room or even the parking lot out back between sets. Once we had a very intense fuck at a stoplight on the way back to my apartment at 3:30 am. I don't know how many times that light cycled, but I didn't last very long at all. She is always amazing. 

Leigh has a delicious imagination. There wasn't anything that she didn't want to try. It was such a turn on, a beautiful girl that enjoyed my every wish. She told me that she would do anything to make me happy. My music was never better. I surprisingly had more energy than I ever had in my life. It's her attitude and desire to please that I want to write about. I know I've already said more than I had to, but I really haven't even started the story yet. 

It was Feb. 7th, the night before my birthday. Leigh and I were eating in and eating out at the same time, so to speak. The subject of my birthday came up, I told her I didn't want anything, and no party please. I just wanted an intimate dinner and a passionate evening. Just two people sharing my birthday and not allot of hard to digest bullshit. She told me that she promised, she would only do what I wanted and not make a big deal out of it. I didn't believe her, but I knew by now that I had no way of stopping her if she wanted to make something way to big happen. I just resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have a big birthday. It wasn't really what I wanted, but anything that made her happy. 

I came home from school at about 5:00. We didn't have a show and I didn't have to work so I was looking forward to doing nothing, I hoped. None of my roommates were around, which was a little unusual, I kinda paid my rent by doing the cooking for the house. They were always waiting for supper it seemed. I am just glad I love to cook. Hanging on the mirror by a piece of tape was a note addressed to DOC. That's me. I opened it and read, 





Birthday Gift



The complaining groan from the ancient hinges on the oak door brings me to morning consciousness and I smell perfume and hear the rustle of soft fabric. The decorated duvet and sheets are lifted and you slide in. You kiss me. "Happy birthday brother." You enjoy a brief struggle with the garment you are wearing then discard it to the floor. "I couldn't think what to get you for your birthday and so..." 

I am aware of your hand on my cock through the slit in my pyjamas and you are tongue kissing and whispering. You gently pull back my foreskin exposing the sensitive head, and slowly, agonisingly, swirl it against the palm of your hand. You stare, shiver, give a nervous giggle. My body becomes rigid. What you are doing, tramples dangerously all over the fine lines that separate ecstasy and guilt. 

I am tempted to lie back and let you have it your way but now, fully awake, I decide this is not what I want just yet. I am not going to let you distract or rush me. I twist my body under the sheets so my cock is out of the reach of your wicked hands, rid myself of the pyjamas, and move myself down so I can begin enjoying one of my pleasures – sucking and licking the lady's area to be invaded.

You wriggle and writhe and make the customary female remonstrations, try to push me on to my back so that you can continue to tease my aroused cock. We struggle, arms and legs wrestling, each trying to get the upper hand, each of us intent on taking the dominant role. I am the stronger and, after some playful punching, on top of you. You react instinctively but I force your legs apart and as sudden bright sunlight, released by the clouds, crosses the floor from the window and across the heaving bed, I get an even better view of your inviting and wet labial lips already glistening from my oral attention.

I push myself down between your legs and, pressing fingers against the labial lips, declare what you asked for you are going to get. I stare into your excited eyes and pause – pausing long enough for your approving reply - then allow myself that unmatched pleasure of sliding the male erection into a woman. As I expect, your body immediately responds and your sharp intake of breath confirms my cock is engulfed in your hot and wet sex centre. "Oh darling, aren't we wicked." Another gasp. "Barbara is just so lucky having you." 

Determined to demonstrate my prowess, I start to slide in and out enjoying the feeling of muscles trying to grip and hold my cock. I pull slowly almost out and pause as I like to invite the woman to view her loaded invader before pressing back in again. You move your arms across my back and - using words that sound strange from your lips – compliment me and tell me to make good on my promise. 

Conscious of your obvious enjoyment, hearing your sighs, I move rhythmically as you thrust against me. Your embrace, relaxed then tight - relaxed then tight, tells me you want me right inside you at the end of each stroke. Your heartbeat quickens and I hear your breathing become faster and more urgent. I relish the thought that you want nothing less than a powerful completion.

You moan, call out my name, repeating it louder, then louder, wrapping your legs around me trying to force me even deeper. I feel your nails rake across my back and your sharp teeth sink into my shoulder, then, without warning, you clasp your hands and tighten your hold, twisting your legs and crossing your feet. I guess what is coming. Using all your strength you roll and push me over on to my back, your arms and legs still wrapped around me so my cock stays buried inside you.

Without missing a stroke you are kneeling on top of me with my cock still held firmly inside. Startled by this change in position to the dominant, feeling the labial lips pressing around the base of my cock, I am awakened to the realisation that my wife has a secret and talented whore for a sister. I look up and see you above me, your eyes shut, sighing, your head back, your bare breasts bouncing as you ride me, my cock sliding in and out of a smooth cunt.

The antique four poster bed is creaking like a galleon in a sea storm and you are now devouring my cock with your cunt, driving down on me in slow spaced movements, totally concentrated on sexual ecstasy. The head rubs against something deep inside you causing an electric sensation and, wanting to prolong the pleasure, we halt, staring at each other, taking in deep breathes. 

My wife may have revealed – or hinted - in sisterly conversations how I like it; how I believe sex should be for the woman: warm wet lips, a cunt hot, wet and tight, ready for intromission and prepared for the proof of fecundity. Barbara, compliant and accepting of her role, appreciative of the many rewards of marriage, has little though of the hedonist unlike her sister. You are a revelation and I am amazed now that your husband left you for another woman. Could it be he was unable to satisfy you and you are taking this opportunity to offer yourself to obvious machismo? Observation I might guess had established my credentials.

The pause over, I see the beads of sweat start to form on your forehead, your hips thrusting and grinding against me. I sense an urgency, the heat and moisture in your cunt inviting the climax. I see no need to hold back any longer. My cock is throbbing and you are primed and ready. I hear it in your moans, I see it in your face, your body tensing as you sense the semen building. A couple more thrusts and I will have the ineffable satisfaction of delivering.  It is every woman's honour and pleasure to be the receptacle for the male generative power.

You ram your hips against mine and I push back burying my cock as deep as it will go inside you and pause. Your pelvis rises in a muscular spasm but I follow, lifting my buttocks from the bed and hold myself there, revelling in the invading force of the first hot spurt. You explode in an intense orgasm. Your loud gasping moans sound like our manor house ghost and I am pumping until I am empty, still feeling you squeezing, sucking, wanting more. We are both drained, exhausted, my cock and your cunt too sensitive to continue.

You collapse on top of me, your breasts pressed against my chest, my proof of manhood declining until it slips out. I can feel your heart pounding and hear your breaths echoing in the high stone ceiling. Conscious of a warm wetness on my thighs, some of my semen mixing with your juices running down to form a stain on the sheets, I am aware this morning's passion is likely to trigger dangerous speculation. I must get you to change the bed and put the sheets into the washing machine before I collect my wife from the hospital with the latest addition to our family.

ends



Birthday Gift



Kristen's thirtieth birthday. With every passing year that she'd gotten older, so had her desire to not celebrate it. What was the point? She had everything she needed, why dwell on getting older? She had a god job, a brand new house, and worked for everything she owned. One thing was missing, but not important. Not that she needed a man to make her life complete, but to have someone around for her physical needs...well, that was a whole different story. Her life was too demanding to settle like everyone else around her had.

Despite Kristen's protests to celebrating the big day, her good friend, Alec, planned a bash, sort of a housewarming-slash-birthday party rolled into one. He invited only a select few people, knowing Kristen was not one to celebrate another year older. "I will take care of everything. You won't have to lift a pretty little finger," Alec told her repeatedly flamboyant attitude until she rolled her eyes and gave in.

So, the night before her birthday, Kristen made the round to her party guests and found herself face to face with Noah, Alec's date.

"Happy birthday, Kristen."

"Don't remind me," she mumbled. "Where's Alec?"

Noah smiled at Kristen's drab attitude and she couldn't help but notice. She took a swig of the wine she clung onto for dear life, her glass always staying full.

"Around here somewhere."

"Shouldn't you be with him?"

"Think you should slow down there?" Noah pulled her glass away from her lips, but Kristen had the upped hand.

"I'm the birthday girl, I can do what want," Kristen said dryly. "Go bother Alec."

Noah was quickly growing annoyed with Kristen obviously tipsy attitude, but he found her endearing and kept on. "So, why so you care so much about why I'm not prancing around with Alec?"

"Everyone thinks you are...well, a couple."

He spit out a sip of his beer. "Wow, seriously? We gave off that vibe?"

Kristen nodded and began laughing hysterically. "You two do make a good match."

"No offense, but I like women way too much. Want me to prove it to you? You seem like you need to lighten up a bit."

"Uh, no thanks." Kristen grew uncomfortable in Noah's presence at his comment and pushed past and made her way to a safer group of people. After about two hours and nothing to eat as she drank, loathing her impending birthday just hours away, Kristen felt the harsh effect from her many glasses of red wine. Concerned about her, Alec saw her guests out as the party came to a close and told Kristen we would not be leaving her alone in her state. And, since Alec was Noah's ride over an hour away from her house he was crashing too.

She vaguely remembered the brief conversation she'd had with Noah, but she was pretty sure she made an ass of herself, Now, he'd be a couple doors down from hers in the guest room. Her brain was fuzzy as she giggled and stumbled as Alec brought Kristen to her room and undressed her, which was totally fine with her, considering he wasn't interested in females. He dressed her in a tee shirt and shorts and tucked her snug onto futon, where Kristen drifted into a wine-induced sleep. What felt like moments after she dozed, Kristen was awakened by the creaking door to her bedroom.

She sat up, adjusting her vision to see Noah standing in the doorway and her heart sped up to what seemed to be a million beats per second as she remembered the pass he made at her earlier.

"I'm sorry for waking you up. I was checking on you." His baritone voice was slightly slurred as he took a step into the room.

"I'm ok, " Kristen said quietly, avoiding his stare.

He didn't seem like a compassionate type, earlier, he was arrogant ad full of himself. Kristen was convinced it was his alcohol talking and acting on his behalf.

"Oh," he chuckled and continued talking. "So, can't handle your alcohol, huh?" Noah took a step through the doorway.

"I guess not." She sat up against the back of the futon, a little afraid that this almost stranger was coming into her room, but at the same time, she felt comfortable with it and relaxed. "So, exactly how close are you and Alec?"

"We've known each other about seven years."

Well, if Alec can trust him, maybe I can, Kristen thought. "You can come in if you'd like, Noah." Her heart fluttered as his name trickled off her lips.

Noah sat beside her on the futon next to her as Kristen pulled the blanket up to her waist, covering her bare legs. He leaned his arm on the wooden back of the futon, behind her head. Kristen tried to ignore it and faced forward and eyed the remote for the television on the floor next to her feet. With one slow movement, she bent forward grabbed it and powered the TV on. She scanned through the channels and stopped onto some random late night movie on Showtime, trying to ignore Noah's quiet behavior. He leaned in closer to her and she felt his breath on her neck. The slow, warm air dizzied her head worse than the wine.

Noah leaned even closer this time, lips to her ear. Kristen tried to disregard his seemingly drunken attempt and kept focus on the program, repeating, this is a good movie, over and over in her mind, though she was still with nervousness that he was completely invading her personal space. Knowing Kristen's unresponsiveness, Noah pulled back a bit, but he grazed his lips down the side of her neck. He then stood and left the room just as mysteriously as he entered, wishing her a good sleep and leaving Kristen a confused, hot mess until she was able to go back to sleep.

When Kristen rolled over the next morning, her actual birthday, she felt not only hungover, but disgusted for letting herself become such a sloppy drunk. Then she remember that short interaction with Noah. He was strange, but definitely hot, and he left her body into a screaming ball of hormones. The only way to get the filth feeling off her was to shower. She stepped out of her room into the quietness of her home, assuming Alec and Noah were still asleep. She tiptoed into the hallway bathroom and shut the door behind her and started a hot shower. Kristen undressed and got in, letting the hot water pour over her and wash away her invisible grime.

Noah was awakened by the sound of a squeaky faucet turning and his eyes flew open. He picked his head up from his pile of blankets on the floor to see Alec was still asleep in the bed next to him. He scrambled to his feet, completely ignoring the fact that he'd only had a few hours of sleep and the pounding headache that throbbed in his head. He wanted Kristen badly. And he knew enough about women to know she wanted him as well. He stepped down the hall into the bathroom and quietly latched the door behind him, locking it. He disrobed, his dick already throbbing and as erect as it could be as he thought about Kristen behind those fogged up shower doors, massaging herself with soap, rubbing over her breasts, down her thighs. He couldn't control the thoughts anymore. Noah pulled back the shower curtain, revealing a very nude Kristen, and he was very satisfied with what he saw. Kristen turned in surprise, locking eyes with him, and immediately tried to cover herself with her hands, stretching her arms across her body to cover her most private of parts. Lather dripped from her nipples and onto her arms, causing Noah's lower region to twitch in delight. He stepped over the ledge of the tub basin and pulled her into the water streaming from the shower head; the massaging pulse beating over them, tingling their skin water raining over them.

As Kristen protested to the planning of her party days before, she was definitely not going to protest this. She propped one foot up onto the ledge of the tub and dropped her arms. She ran her soapy hands over her breasts, pulling on her nipples. Noah let out a loud breath and Kristen knew he wanted to fuck her right then, but she continue teasing him and ran her hands down between her thighs, rubbing around her lips.

Noah pulled her hands away and held them over her head with one hand as he guided his massive rod right into her. "Tease," he panted into her mouth as he put his lips to hers.

He began pounding her, the water coming up splashing in between his hurried thrusts. Kristen yelled out in pleasure, her voice jumping as she was getting rammed. Noah enjoyed watching her bounce and seeing himself going in and out. He pulled out almost all the way, letting his tip just tickle her opening.

Noah locked eyes with Kristen's and pushed in again. Kristen was positive that Noah did, in fact, love women too much. He knew things about the female anatomy that she herself, being one of them, didn't even know. He educated her with his mouth, his body, his sex.

The water continued to splash in between their bodies as skin hit skin. Noah held her up against the glass of the shower door, plunging himself as deep as he could possibly go, spreading her ass cheeks apart for an even deeper penetration as the glass held her up. Kristen wrapped her body tighter around Noah, palming his hair, squeezing his back, feeling the tip of his penis in every inch of her pelvis. She exploded around him, a loud squeal coming from her mouth as Noah exclaimed he was going to come. He pulled out just as his dick started squirting on it's own, the water circling it down the drain. Noah pinned Kristen up once more against the shower doors and smothered her with his lips as he slipped his middle finger inside her and made her come again.

If only every birthday could be like this.



Birthday Gift



A young woman just spent the night out with friends downtown at a bar. It was her birthday and she celebrated by drinking, maybe a little too much. After leaving the bar she realized that she can't drive home, so she walks across the road to a gas station to use the bathroom and then to call a taxi.

The gas station was very quiet that time of night with only one person working, although the worker was oblivious that she had just came in because he had headphones on and was mopping the floors.

She walks into the bathroom, first checking her appearance in the mirror. She normally doesn't dress up, but tonight since it was her birthday she wanted to look nice. She had long red hair, french-braided into pig tails, a short red, plaid skirt; a black low-cut button up shirt that was tight so it accentuated her 36D breasts, and black lace up high heels. 

She turned away from the mirror and started moving toward one of the stalls. It happened very fast, and she did not realize it, but she had just been thrown to the floor. Her head hit the cold, hard tile with such a force that she blacked out for only a brief moment. When she could start to focus her eyes again she could see a dark figure standing over her. He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into the handicapped stall and shut the door behind him. She could feel the warm sensation of blood dripping down her face.

The man started coming more into focus. He was an attractive man, maybe in his early thirties. Long dark hair and gorgeous eyes. Someone she could see herself hooking up with in any other situation.

At that moment the man grabbed her up off the floor and held her to the wall with one strong hand around her neck. The other hand was slowly moving up her thigh and then under her skirt. His fingers started to run up and down her slit above her panties. With one quick motion he ripped her underwear down so they fell to her ankles. She tried to squirm away, but his grip around her throat only got tighter almost making it impossible to breathe.

He then began to shove two thick fingers into her pussy, moving them in and out with such force that made her wince in pain. After a minute of this she began to realize that she was starting to get wet. She felt almost ashamed that her body was doing this.

The man released his grip on her neck and she fell to the floor. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his big, thick, hard cock. And the first words he spoke to her, "Suck it bitch."

Before she could even process what was happening he had a grip on her hair and shoved her mouth down onto his dick. He was much bigger than any man she had been with, and having his whole cock in her mouth in a forceful blow gagged her almost to the point of vomiting. He pulled out of her throat and then shoved it back in just as hard. Her eyes were watering so badly that she couldn't see. After a few minutes of this torture he finally pulled his dick out of her mouth and let go of the grip on her hair. She started to beg him to stop, but before she could get a sentence out he landed a full force slap to her face. She yelped in pain and fell to the floor once again.

He straddled on top of her and ripped her shirt open so that the buttons flew all over the floor. He took her breasts in both hands and squeezed as he leaned down to take her nipples into his mouth. He started by sucking on them, in almost a gentle way. She let out a moan of pleasure without realizing it. The man looked up at her, nipples still in his mouth, and then he bit down. She let out a scream that she thought for sure would bring somebody running in to her rescue. But nobody came.

The man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. He gave her a warning, "Scream like that again and it will hurt worse next time."

He then spun her around and leaned her over the toilet. He pulled her skirt up so that it was resting on her back, then reared his hand back and let loose a slap to her ass. It hurt her so bad but she was afraid to scream in pain.

Noticing her effort to keep the scream inside he simply replied by saying, "Now that's a good girl."

Silently she started to cry.

The man then started to rub the head of his dick up and down her pussy lips and with no warning at all, shoved all nine hard inches of himself inside her. She tried so hard to keep quiet, but it was just too much pain that she let out a scream. The man reached one hand up to her face and shoved his fingers into her mouth, once again making her gag. He held his fingers there while he continued to thrust in and out of her tight pussy. After only a minute of this it began to feel good to her as her pussy started getting hot and wet.

He removed his fingers from her mouth and moved both hands to her hips, digging his fingers into her and pulling her hard onto his cock. She felt so confused by the sensations she was feeling. She knew this was wrong, but why did it start to feel so good? 

The man reached around her grabbing a breast in one hand and started rubbing her clit with the other. It was all becoming too much for her to handle and she could feel the heat of an orgasm building inside her.

He leaned in and whispered to her, "Cum for me."

Without effort she instantly began to climax. Squirting hot juices all down her legs into a puddle on the floor beneath her.

He released his grip on her and let her fall to her knees. She was out of breath and her head was spinning. She put both hands on the floor in front of her to try to keep from getting dizzy. But, the man was not finished.

The man moved to sit himself down onto the toilet. He said to her, "Come and ride me."

She did as she was told, actually eager this time to have more of his huge cock inside of her. She straddled him and slowly lowered herself onto his awaiting erection. She moved up and down, still slowly as to savor the moment of gentleness. She was moaning and reached to grab for her nipples, but the man stopped her from doing so. He took her breasts into his hands and began to kiss and lick around the aureola, amazingly he seemed very passionate at this moment. He took her nipples into his mouth and lightly started sucking.

The electricity that shot through her body when he did this almost made her cum, but the man could see this and said, "Don't cum until I tell you to."

She fought back the urges and tried to focus on her movements. Falling into the moment she said, "You're cock feels so good inside my pussy, please let me cum. Please it feels too good I can't take it anymore."

The man took the back of her neck in one hand and pulled her toward his mouth. He gently kissed her neck and lightly sucked on it. Then he bit down hard. This made her push herself down hard on his dick and at that moment she started to lose control. She began to ride him harder, making pussy juices run down, which made the clapping noises of their skin hitting together even louder.

Finally he said to her, "You can cum now. Cum hard all over my cock"

She went over the edge, screaming in ecstasy, and squirting more than ever before. She slowed herself and stayed resting on him while she tried to catch her breath. The man pushed her off after letting her rest for a moment so that she fell to the floor.

He stood in front of her and said, "Lick your cum off my cock then we will continue."

She did as she was told in hopes that he would not force it down her throat again. She started by licking up and down his shaft to make sure she got every drop of her juices. Then she took his whole dick into her mouth, moving up and down, while using one hand to grip him. She could feel the strong pulses running through his shaft and she knew what that meant.

She tried to pull away but he placed one hand on the back of her head and kept her mouth in place while he shot his thick, hot load into her mouth.

"Swallow every drop." he demanded. She did as she was told.

Very quickly he spun her around again and forced her onto her hands and knees. He leaned down and began licking around her ass-hole. She became frightened because she knew what this was leading to. She had never had a cock in her ass before, let alone one as big as his. She began to squirm away and he pulled her back to him and let another full force slap to her ass cheeks. She kept the scream to herself by biting her bottom lip to the point it started to bleed as he let three more slaps fly.

The man moved her back to position and spit onto her ass-hole. He started to plunge his thick cock into her hole. It was terrible pain, she felt as though she was going to split in half. She started to cry once again as he continued to move in and out of her ass. Strangely enough the pain she was feeling started to arouse her. She began to moan in pleasure and moved one of her hands up to rub her clit. The man's breathing became heavier and he let out a groan as he began to move faster and harder. She was nearing another climax and she could tell that he was too. She started moving in sync to his thrusts and clenching to tighten her ass around his cock. He let out a load moan, as did she. She started squirting more hot juices all over herself and the floor, at the same time she could feel his thick cum filling her insides.

The man rose to his feet, put his dick away, and walked out the door.

The girl, barely able to stand at this point, used to guide rail on the wall to pull herself up. She stumbled over to the mirror and took a glance at herself. Hair completely disheveled, clothes ripped and stained, make-up running down her face from crying.

With a deep breath, she whispered, "Best...birthday...ever."



Birthday Gift



Warning: This story contains elements from several different Literotica categories. If you are bothered or repelled by fictional accounts of anal, cheating, exhibition, mild dominance/submission, sexual fluids, spanking, toys, or unprotected intercourse, please stop reading now and look for other stories that might be more to your liking.

I looked at the e-mail message with a mixture of excitement and dread.

"A,

I'm coming to your neck of the woods for a birthday holiday. Any chance we can get together?

J"

Jazmin was a chat buddy and we always seemed to get along well together. However, I never expected that we would ever meet. After all, she lived more than two hundred miles from me.

"J,

Happy Birthday a few days early. When are you coming and where will you be staying? Can we meet safely?

A"

Our chats had often had an erotic edge to them. It was likely that getting together would result in us having sex. She was single and unattached, so that was not a problem for her. I was married, and not interested in cheating on my wife. However, all fish will bite on the right bait. Jazmin was mine. That was one reason I valued the distance between us. It helped me feel safe that I would never be tempted to stray.

"A,

Life is unsafe. Maybe you should fuck your wife just before you come to see me. Take the edge off. You may be able to control yourself. But don't shower. I like the idea of meeting you with your cock still wet from her pussy juice."

She went on to give me dates and the place she was staying. I recognized the name immediately. It was a resort location on the beach just a few miles from my house. I went past it every day on the way to work. On a barrier island, there were only a few ways to get from here to there, and there was no route that would let me get to work without driving past it. Like a moth to flame, I recognized the danger but was drawn to it anyway. There was no way I was going to be able to stay away during her visit.

~~~ Two weeks later ~~~

Today was the day. Jazmin was in town and I was going to stand close to her fire. Was there any possibility that I would not overheat?

As I parked my car, I felt excited and apprehensive. Would we have the chemistry that we had while chatting? Would I feel too attracted and go past my comfort zone? I took a deep breath and resolved to stay in the moment, allowing things to unfold without goals or expectation.

I came prepared with flowers and a birthday gift. It is always hard to buy for someone else, but I felt I knew her well enough to get something personal that she would like.

I knew Jazmin's room number, but preferred to start in a public area. As I walked up to the front of the resort, she saw me first and waived to get my attention.

She was sitting on an outside patio with breakfast on the table before her. She rose to greet me and we gave each other a hello hug. She felt great. Not too big, and not so small that I might be afraid of her breaking. She had a nice comfortable feel, and I briefly wondered how it would feel to cuddle with her in bed.

"Happy Birthday," I told her.

She smiled and replied, "Thank you."

We kissed and I realized the chemistry was real. It was good that I took off some sexual pressure with my wife that morning, but I still felt my cock twitch. "Down boy," I told myself.

She smiled as if something had just occurred to her, and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "I smell pussy in your beard, and it's not mine. Is it your wife's?"

I nodded to indicate, "Yes."

We sat next to each other at the table and she asked, "If I went down on you, would I find her scent on your cock?"

She did not whisper this time, so I looked around to see who might be listening. We had the patio to ourselves, although I could see some people on the other side of a window, and also across the street on the beach.

I decided no one could hear us, so I answered as casually as if we were discussing breakfast menu choices. "That would be telling. If you visit there, you can draw your own conclusions, but I would rather not kiss and tell."

Again she gave me that smile that indicated that she knew something I did not and responded, "So you fucked her and left her juice on your cock for me to find."

The waitress came outside to take my order, so I could not answer right away. After she left, I observed, "You seem pretty sure about yourself."

"No," she replied. "It's just that in some things, you're fairly predictable."

"Did you predict that I would come this morning?" I asked.

"I'm glad you came," she responded, "but I didn't know if you would. You've always kept some physical distance from me, and I couldn't guess if you would accept my invitation. I could only hope. How long can you stay?"

"For a while," I replied. I had taken a day of vacation from work, but did not know if I could take a full day of temptation. "I'm glad we were able to get together."

"Are those for me?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered, handing the flowers to her. "You can have these now. It might be better to open the box someplace more private."

"I have something for you, too," she said. "You can have part of it after breakfast. The other part is private. You can have it in my room after breakfast."

That sounded like a shoe dropping. "Why are you giving me a gift?" I asked.

"Because it is a hobbit tradition and I know how much you enjoy those books."

It was my turn to be touched. For those who do not know, hobbits were the literary creation of J. R. R. Tolkien. In his mythical world of Middle Earth, hobbits gave gifts to all of their friends and relatives on their own birthday rather than receive gifts from everyone else. This system allowed them to receive gifts many times during the year, but to only give gifts once each year. I was touched that she remembered my passion for Tolkien. She probably remembered some of my other passions, too.

"I look forward to it," I said with genuine appreciation.

Her eyes and smile said thank you, even though her words seemed to be gone for the moment.

My breakfast arrived, and we ate in silence. It felt comfortable to sit with her, even without the distraction of conversation, television, or a movie. Both of us had been a bit anxious when we met, but we seemed to relax as we felt our chemistry and knew we would be comfortable with each other.

As we finished with coffee, she broke the silence. "I have a confession," she volunteered. "I've been a naughty girl."

I sat quietly, letting her know that I was listening, but allowing her to elaborate.

After a sip of coffee, she continued, "I came here with the idea that I might be able to seduce you into being naughty with me. For my birthday, I want to do things I have never done before, and introduce you to things you have never done before. I want to decrease my purity score. Maybe your score, too."

Shortly after we met on-line, we had taken a test called the purity score and compared results. Basically it was a list of 100 items that would make you less pure. Everyone starts with 100 points at birth, and then loses points for various life experiences. In addition to a variety of sexual acts as simple as a French kiss, it included drug use and criminal experiences. If someone's score was too high, they could only be innocent virgins. If someone's score was too low, they may have experienced life more fully than most of us would find comfortable.

Taking my thoughtful look as an invitation to continue, she asked, "What would you do if I tried to seduce you?"

I did not know what to say, so I answered honestly, "I don't know. I guess it depends what you did."

She pulled some sheets of paper from her purse and handed one to me. I looked over the text printed on it and recognized it as the purity list. There were two columns of checkmarks, and I recognized one column as things I had done. I guessed that the other column was what she had done. Some of the items were marked with a red "X", and the rest were left with no mark. I looked at the ones with a red "X" and realized they were things I would never do, such as use illegal drugs or the crime related items.

I smiled and asked about three items where I had two checks but she had three "X". I pointed to them and said, "It looks like you are missing an opportunity to lose two points at the same time. If you get pregnant, you are likely to have a child or get an abortion. That's two points for one activity. Don't you want to lose those points?" I kidded.

"My fantasy is to exceed my previous boundaries and to seduce you into exceeding some of yours, but there are some that I do not want to ever exceed. However, it would be fun for you to try to get me pregnant."

Tapping the paper I held, she asked, "Do you see anything new that you want to try? I'm on vacation and feeling naughty. I just need a willing playmate. What if I asked you to try some of these with me?"

I looked at her like this was way past anything that I wanted to do during this visit. "I don't know about any of this."

"Come on," she encouraged. "Think of this as a performance challenge. I know you appreciate a challenge."

"I don't want to cheat on my wife," I stated, probably unnecessarily. She knew this was why we had not gotten together before now.

"I know that, and I am not going to pressure you there," she reassured, "Although if you tried to push your way into me, I'm not going to push you away."

She winked, letting me know she was joking. However, I felt she was also sharing some true feelings.

"There is a lot of stuff on the list that doesn't involve cheating," she pointed out.

Pointing to the page, she said, "Like this one. I can't believe you've never had or given a hickey. I could give you one."

I shook my head, "No."

"OK," she conceded, "you could give one to me, but it would need to be in a private place. I'm too old to have one on my neck."

Looking further down the list, she proclaimed, "I could do one of these right now."

Looking around to make sure there was no one near us, she lifted the bottom of her blouse and exposed her bra covered breasts to me. Then she quickly lowered her blouse back in place.

Looking at the list, I said, "I'm not sure that counts as an act of exhibitionism. I'm the only one to see it, and your bra hid the assets I'd like to see."

She smiled and said, "I'm glad that you want to see those assets. Maybe you will have another chance in my room."

That sounded like another shoe dropping.

"How about this?" she asked.

She raised the bottom of her skirt so that I could see her panties. Then she pulled the front of her panties to the side so that I could see her pussy lips. She let me watch for about thirty seconds before putting everything back in place. It was long enough for me to know that she did not shave, and that her hair color was natural.

"OK," I acknowledged, "you can check that one off your list."

"Now it's your turn," she challenged.

I looked around to ensure we were still the only ones on the porch. Then I unbuttoned my shirt enough to exposure my chest and let her see one of my nipples."

"I'm not sure that counts as an act of exhibitionism," she said. "I could see that around a swimming pool."

"At least there was no bra to hide the view," I countered.

"Thank goodness for that," she remarked, "but it still doesn't count. You need to show me some cock or your butt if you want to lose that point."

"In your room?" I offered.

"That would be nice, but that's not exhibitionism," she explained. "It needs to be someplace where strangers see it or might see it."

I sat quietly for a moment, and then decided to match her daring move. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. It was uncomfortably hard from having seen her pussy so recently.

Before I could react, she was on her knees next to me, inhaling deeply.

"Yes," she said with obvious pleasure in her voice. "I can smell the same scent that was in your beard. There has been some pussy here recently and it was not mine."

I put myself away while she got back in her chair. We had only been settled for a few seconds when the waitress came with our bill. That was too close for comfort. Living and working on the island, the last thing I needed was to be arrested for indecent exposure.

Jazmin wrote her room number on the check and added a tip. Then she got up and offered her hand to help me up.

"Thanks for being naughty with me," she said. "Now let's go somewhere else and be naughty."

We held hands as she led me back to her room. I was not sure where to draw the line as to what was cheating and what was not, but I had the desire to see how close I could get. Sliding my cock into her pussy or ass would definitely cross the line, but we could do many other pleasurable activities that I could convince myself were not cheating.

In her room, she took off her shoes and suggested that I get comfortable. I took off my shoes and socks and sat on the couch. I thought she would sit next to me, but she surprised me by straddling my lap facing me. As she put her arms around my head, we started to kiss. The kissing lasted seemingly forever as I lost track of time. I sometimes go into something similar to a trance when kissing or when involved in more intense sexual acts. This was one of those times. The trance type experience tended to lower my resistance and make me receptive to whatever happened.

After coming up for breath after a long session of tongue play, she requested, "Give me a hickey."

"Where?" I asked.

She lifted her blouse over her head, and removed her bra. She lifted her left breast and exposed the skin under her nipple.

"Here," she indicated.

"How?" I asked.

"Just kiss and suck it hard until the skin changes color," she instructed.

I sucked, and while my mouth was busy, my hands roamed over her bare skin of her back and sides. Eventually, one hand ended up holding her breast so that I could kiss underneath, and my other hand played with her other breast, teasing her nipple. She moaned in appreciation. After several minutes, she started to thrust her hips against me. I stopped to see if the color had changed, and also because her thrusting was getting me too excited. She stopped when I stopped. The color had changed.

"Don't stop," she pleaded.

"You've been a naughty girl," I tell her in my best parental voice.

"Yes, sir," she responded. "I'm sorry sir. Now that you've marked me, I am yours to command. What should be done to me, sir?"

I had never played this particular role play before, but I felt my cock twitch in excitement. She was pushing a button I did not know that I had.

"Fortunately, I brought you exactly what you need," I said. "It's time to open your gift and put your present to use."

"Yes, sir," she said excitedly.

She lifted herself off of my lap and went over to the gift I had left on the table. She shook it and listened for a rattle. There was none. Then she gently began opening the wrapper, trying not to tear the paper.

Inside was an impression paddle. If I used it with enough force to leave a mark, it would read "XOXO" from the depressions in the paddle.

She squealed in excitement. She was clearly pleased that I remembered this particular turn-on of hers. Then she went back to her submissive pose and voice.

Looking towards the floor, she asked, "Have I been so naughty that I need to be spanked?"

"Definitely," I answered. "Give me the paddle and then bend over my lap."

She handed me the paddle and started to bend over my lap. She stopped and asked, "Forgive me for asking, sir, but have I been so naughty that I need to have my bare bottom spanked?"

"Definitely," I responded, wondering why I did not remember to issue that instruction. I would make up for it now. "Remove your panties and then bend over my lap."

She lifted the bottom of her skirt enough to expose her panties. Putting her thumbs under the elastic at the top, she slowly edged one side down an inch, then the other side an inch, and back to the first side until they were far enough down to fall to her feet. She stepped out of the panties and bent over my lap, letting me feel part of her weight against my thighs.

I held her upper body in place with one arm and lifted her skirt with my free hand. It exposed her bare bottom.

"Now then," I said as if thinking out loud, "how many swats do you deserve? You have been naughty, and it's your birthday. I think you deserve one for every birthday, plus one to grow on."

I started paddling and counting, but stopped at twenty-two. She was older than twenty-one, but her butt was already turning red telling me that she had had enough.

She got up slowly, and I could see fire in her eyes. She was filled with either angry, or lust.

"Look what you made me do," she scolded.

As she spoke, she lifted her skirt to display her pussy. Pulling her lips aside, she easily slid a finger inside herself. When she pulled it out, it was soaked to her second knuckle.

"See how wet you made me." It was not a question.

She waved her finger under my nose.

"Is that something you might like to taste?" she asked.

Then she dried her finger by running it through my beard.

"Now your wife can wonder whose pussy you have been eating," she said.

"Are you trying to frame me?" I asked in a half joking manner.

"No, sir," she replied. "You can take a shower before you leave should you want to deprive your wife of the same treat that you gave me."

"So, naughty seems to have several dimensions," I observed.

"And I want to explore all of them with you," she responded. "Would you like to start by exploring me?"

She stood in front of me wearing only her skirt, and I knew there was nothing underneath.

"Sure," I answered. "Remove your skirt."

"It will cost you," she challenged.

"How much?" I asked.

"One dollar," she replied.

I picked up the purity list and looked through the items. There was an item for accepting money to remove any clothing. This was something new for her.

I took a dollar out of my pocket and put it on the table.

She playfully pulled at the edges at the top of her skirt, pulling up slightly, and then pulling down. She turned around so that I could catch glimpses of her ass when the skirt came down enough, only to lose sight of it as the skirt went back up again. It took me a moment to realize she was doing a strip tease. I looked at the purity list. There was "Perform a strip tease for a member of the opposite sex." I wondered how many purity points she was going to lose with me. I had already lost two, and it had been years since the last time I had lost any.

Finally the skirt came all the way off, and Jazmin was totally nude. She forgot about her offer to let me explore, and instead straddled my lap facing me again.

"You appear to be overdressed," she observed as we started to kiss.

With some effort, I was able to get my shirt off and feel her bare skin against my chest.

"You know that I am going to leave my scent all over these pants unless you take them off," she warned.

I realized she was right. I had been playing with fire ever since I arrived at the resort, but I wondered whether taking off more clothes would get me too close to the flame.

"Would it help if I paid you ten dollars to take off the rest of your clothes?" she suggested. "I have never photographed a member of the opposite sex naked."

Again, it was something from the purity list.

"I want to put my underwear back on after the picture," I offered as compromise.

She shrugged her shoulders, which I took to be a grudgingly give agreement, and then she got up so that I could get up.

I tried to do the strip tease also, but I was not very good at it.

"You earned your credit for that one," she conceded.




Birthday Gift



She got out her camera and we looked for a place to take a photograph.

"Don't include my face or anything that can be identified by anyone at work," I instructed.

"Can you cock or butt be identified by anyone at work?" she inquired.

I responded by sticking out my tongue.

"Yes, please," she said as she accepted an invitation I did not know I had extended.

We took photos in a variety of positions, and we switched so that I could take some of her. It was her camera, but I felt comfortable she would delete any that were out of focus or poorly framed and send the rest to me.

We took a break from our photo shoot and each got a drink of water from the kitchen. We were hugging and laughing and ending up kissing while still standing.

I forgot to put my underwear back on when we went back to the couch and did not remember it until I felt her pussy rubbing against my erection while we kissed and caressed. I tried to stop so that I could recover the only bit of fabric that kept me from entering her, but our kissing put me back into a trance and I found myself surrendering to the experience.

She came from rubbing her clit against me, and I felt moisture running around my cock and balls. Maybe it was a good thing that my pants and underwear did not get soaked from that.

Because of my desire not to cheat on my wife, I was not going to take any action that would cause my cock to enter her pussy. It would have been so easy in that position to move just a little bit, thrust at the right time, and feel wet cunt around my cock. I refrained, although I would not have resisted had she slid onto me.

"Now your wife is going to wonder whose pussy you've been fucking," she warned.

While we rested with her still straddling me, I confessed, "I almost ended up inside you. It took all my will power to stay still."

"I wish you had," she confessed. "I know that you don't want to cheat on your wife, but it took all my will power not to slide your cock into me."

Wow. Most guys have trouble getting laid. We were making great efforts to avoid getting laid.

After relaxing for some time, and gentling kissing and petting each other in what I thought was after play, she got up and said, "Let's open your present."

She brought a box from the bedroom, and I did the same thing she did not mine. I heard a slight rattle, and there was some movement inside the box, but I could not guess its contents. Finally I opened it. It was a sex toy that looked like a dildo, but with a cock ring at the base.

"Why do I need a dildo?" I asked.

"I want you to own it, but for me to keep it and play with it," she explained. "When I use it, I can pretend that your cock is inside me, and in a way it will be."

"Kinky," I said.

"There's more," she continued. "One of the purity list items is to give or receive sex with a strap-on. This cock ring slides over your cock, making it a strap-on dildo. We can both lose another point and you won't be cheating on your wife."

"And I would not be cheating because ..." I said and paused for her to complete the sentence.

"Because it will be the dildo in me, not your cock," she continued.

As she got some lubricant to use with it, she said, "There is one more thing. You can place it above your cock, or below your cock. If you enter me from behind, put it above your cock to enter my cunt, and below your cock to enter my ass. Your cock will touch me, but in a place that can't get into me. And if you decide to cheat on your wife and wear it the other way around, only you will know that it is your cock in me and not your dildo."

"If you had not already been spanked, I would need to be spanked again for coming up with all of these naughty ideas," I said.

"Thank you," she acknowledged. "I got pretty wet thinking about them."

She started to take the dildo and lubricant into the bedroom and I said, "I need to check my messages first. There may be a meeting that I need to attend today."

"OK," she responded. "I will be wet, ready, and waiting for you."

[I was undecided about how to end this story. As it is fiction, I decided to offer three possible endings. Here is the first.]

Someone from work had left a message about a problem. It was something other people could handle, but it would be easier for everyone if I handled it. There was also a message from my wife. She wanted to meet for lunch. I called the office to let them know when I would be in and that I would handle the problem. I also sent a text message to my wife and told her I could not meet for lunch. Then I followed Jazmin into the bedroom.

"Something came up at work," I told her. "I need to leave soon."

"Do you want to leave now?" she offered. "I'm happy that we have done as much as we have done. Do you need to shower before you go?"

"I will shower tonight at home," I said. "I'd like to stay as long as I can, but if I stay too long, I'm afraid that you will tempt me to do something I will regret later. But, we have time now if you want to play with the strap-on."

"Great," she responded. "I'm glad I can have that effect on you."

She put lubricant all over the business end of the dildo, and also the inside of the cock ring. Then she used her hand to apply lubricant to my erection.

"This will make it feel as if you were in me, even though you're not," she explained. "Besides, I can feel the lubricant. It needs to be on the dildo, and without lubricant on your cock, I will know if you decide to cheat."

She smiled while she said that. She was not an evil temptress, but she was certainly a temptress.

I slid my cock through the cock ring so that the dildo was above my cock. Jazmin bent over the bed and presented her ass towards me. The temptation was strong, but I resolved that I would not cheat. Even though only I would know, I would still feel guilty. I put the dildo at her entrance and slid in. She responded with a grunt and a moan. Then we started moving together. She obviously enjoyed the penetration, and I had the teasing sensation of feeling her thighs rubbing against my shaft.

We played like this for some time, and then she asked me to pull out. I thought she wanted to stop. Instead of stopping, she took the lubricant and rubbed it around her anal opening.

Pointing to the dildo, she said, "Flip that around and stick it in my alternate entrance."

Feeling more than a bit naughty, I slid the dildo into her alternate entrance and let my cock rub against her labia. With the lubricant, it almost felt as though I were in her, and it made me want to be in her. Using all of my will power, I stopped, pulled out, and moved the dildo to the underside of my cock so there would be no risk of me accidently sliding my cock into her. I slid the dildo back into her and as we fucked, I could see my cock pushing against her ass cheeks. A part of me wanted to watch it slide in and out of Jazmin.

When we stopped, we washed off the toy and cleaned up with wash cloths. I really would need a shower before I saw my wife, if only because Jazmin's scent was all over me now. No jury would find me not guilty, even though I felt I was.

Sometime around lunch, I dressed and gave Jazmin one last long birthday kiss before leaving. I felt a sense of emptiness and loss as I left. I would have loved to do more, and also I would have hated the consequences of doing more.

After leaving the resort, I spent an hour at the office fixing a problem that would only get bigger if I waited, and then went home to take a run, shower, and wait for my wife to come home. I released all my pent up sexual tension in my wife that evening. Although she certainly enjoyed it, she probably wondered why I was so horny that day.

[Here is the second]

Someone from work had left a message about a problem. It was something other people could handle, but it would be easier for everyone if I handled it. There was also a message from my wife. I called the office to give them instructions on how to resolve the problem. I also responded to my wife. Then I followed Jazmin into the bedroom.

The way was clear for me to spend the rest of the day with Jazmin, at least until the time that I usually got home from work. I had decided to allow things to go where they may, although there would certainly be a price to be paid at some point.

"My day is free," I announced as I entered the bedroom, "at least until six."

"I'm glad that you were able to come by this morning," she said. "Would you like to spend the rest of the day with me?"

"Yes," I responded.

"Great," she responded.

She put lubricant all over the business end of the dildo, and also the inside of the cock ring. Then she used her hand to apply lubricant to my erection.

"This will make it feel as if you were in me, even though you're not," she explained. "Besides, I can feel the lubricant. It needs to be on the dildo, and without lubricant on your cock, I will know if you decide to cheat."

She smiled while she said that. She was not an evil temptress, but she was certainly a temptress.

I slid my cock through the cock ring so that the dildo would be above my cock. Jazmin bent over the bed and presented her ass towards me. The temptation was strong, and I decided to go with the flow. I moved the dildo so that it was below my cock, put my cock at her entrance and slid in. She responded with a grunt and a moan. Then we started moving together. She obviously enjoyed the penetration, and I loved the feel of her wetness sliding against me.

"Fuck me, Andrew," she said with passion. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

I thrust harder and could feel her inner muscles clenching against me. If I came in her, there would be evidence of my presence and she would know it was not the dildo giving her so much pleasure.

We played like this for some time, and then she asked me to pull out. I thought she wanted to stop. Hastily I turned the dildo around so that it would look like the dildo had been fucking her. Instead of stopping, she took the lubricant and rubbed it around her anal opening.

Pointing to the dildo, she said, "Flip that around and stick it in my alternate entrance."

Feeling more than a bit naughty, I slid the dildo into her alternate entrance and let my cock rub against her labia. With the lubricant, it almost felt as though I were in her, and it made me want to be in her. As we were thrusting, I could not be sure if my cock was in her, or just rubbing against her. Then she came, and the powerful contractions of her inner muscles left me with no doubt about the location of my pleasure rod.

I do not know why I lasted so long, but I did. Perhaps it was because I had cum only that morning.

When we stopped, we washed the toy and cleaned up with wash cloths. Then we cuddled in bed. It was nice to feel her bare skin against mine. She fell asleep in my arms, and shortly afterwards, so did I.

I woke to her sucking my cock. Kissing can sometimes put me into a trance, but having my cock sucked will almost always do it. I was sliding quickly between sleep and trance with no chance to speak or do anything between the two.

When I started to come out of trance, Jazmin was on top of me.

"We're fucking," I observed.

"Bright boy," she responded.

"What happened to not pressuring me to cheat?" I asked.

"You opened that door and pushed your cock in me. It's not like this is the first time your cock has been in me," she replied.

"So, you knew it wasn't the dildo in you?" I asked.

"From the very first second," she answered.

About then, I was overcome with pleasure and all I could say was, "Fuck me, Jazzy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

And we did for the rest of the morning and afternoon.

[Here is the third]

"Well?" my wife asked when I called.

"You were right," I admit. "I can't resist her."

"Want a hall pass?" my wife offered.

"Yes," I responded.

"Willing to pay my price?" she continued.

I thought about the weekend of being her slave that this would cost me. It was a high price to pay as I seldom acquiesced to things I did not want to do.

"Yes," I acquiesced.

"You have it," my wife stated. "Have fun. Tell me everything tonight."

"Love you," I assure my wife.

"Love you, too," she assures me.

[This ending now loops to the second ending, but this time, Andrew had permission to play. No cheating occurred.]



Birthday Gift



1. Getting Things Straight

Normally a picture of poise, the older, attractive woman paced. Patty Maguire swayed as she walked back and forth, and her hands kept running through her thick, brown hair. She couldn't stop worrying over questions about her son. Something was wrong, and she had to know what. She wanted better for him.

Patty glared at her cell phone. 'Where was his call back to her?' She wanted to hear from him as soon as possible. She had spent enough time wondering about him, and now she wanted answers. Her heels clicked about on the tile of her expansive kitchen, in a house much too large for just herself now.

Billy had been depressed with his break-up from Allison, his girlfriend of three years. Patty knew he had hoped to marry her. His world crashed when she recently broke up with him. Allison had come to the conclusion she just didn't want to marry and settle down.

Soon, the smartphone vibrated in her hand. The screen flashed Billy's name. She jerked it to her ear.

"When can you get over here?" Her tone was thin and tight.

"Huh?"

"I said I want to know when you can get over here."

She tried reigning herself in, but it wasn't easy with how down his earlier voice mail had sounded. She wanted him to snap out of his funk.

Sure, Billy had mapped his entire future out with the center piece being his marrying and starting a family with Allison. Now, he was devastated. Patty couldn't figure out why it didn't seem to matter that he was a bright, athletic and attractive young man freshly graduated from college, with his whole life ahead of him. She wanted to straighten that out with him. Wanted him to understand how very much he had going for himself. He just couldn't look past the break-up though.

"I gotta get a work out. So, um, I dunno. What's the rush? And, why so intense lately?"

Patty listened to his response as long as she could, but she still wound up cutting him off.

"Swing by here on the way to the gym. I need a work out, too."

Patty made her way up her stairway to her bedroom to change into her work out clothes. She tucked strands of her coiffed brown hair behind her ear. She pulled her shoes from her closet.

Was she being too tough on him? She got the disappointment and the heartache, sure. But, she knew he'd get past this. He was about to turn twenty-one. Yet, no matter how much Patty had tried to convince him otherwise, Billy stayed inconsolable. A vague intuition made her suspect there was something he was holding back.

"After we work out, we're going to have dinner and talk." She didn't let it sound like an option. She felt good deciding to make a difference with him. She couldn't let him keep moping. He had too much going for himself. Truth be told, she thought he could do much better than Allison.

She hung up with him feeling better she was doing something about it. She would get him beyond this. She knew she could. And, she would.

-

2. Dinner In the City.

Billy marveled at her. He watched Patty eat her salad, while at the same time, she questioned him suspiciously. It would have aggravated him if he hadn't found it so adorable from her. 

On the surface, this woman with bright, alluring eyes and smooth, clear skin looked just fine, but he knew her voice and concern showed a vulnerability that she didn't like revealed. To him, it just made her more adorable. Billy knew her calm exterior masked delicate needs.

She took her time with small bites of greens, but she fired off pointed comments between the bites. At a different time, he would have been snapping back at her. Now, he just gave small smiles.

"What, Billy? This is funny?"

"No, of course not. I just think it's cute that's all."

"Cute? You're worrying me sick. It's been a few weeks now. You have to turn a corner here, you know?"

"Yeah, I know." He looked away for a second. His eyes came back to hers. "It just still sucks. That's all."

"Sure, I understand that. But tell me, who was the young man telling me to move on, to get on with life, a year ago when I was getting divorced? Divorced after twenty years of marriage. Huh?"

She gave him a knowing grin that prompted him to grin back. He loved her trying this hard. He considered letting on about a specific problem, but held back at the last moment.

"Yeah, who was that idiot?" He chuckled and she shook her head.

She got his attention and stared at him.

"There's something more, isn't there?"

He squirmed in his seat and looked about the restaurant. He lowered his head and only brought it back up enough to look at her with upturned eyes. 

"I knew it. There's something you're not telling me."

He could see her mind race. Had her imagination tried to come up with whatever secret she thought he was hiding? Was she thinking it was something Allison knew, and now he didn't want it out? Could she be worrying that he wasn't even straight? 

He didn't want to dredge up the 'Allison' stuff again. All he really wanted was for her to look at him differently. Could she just see him as a young man? That, he knew, would get him past his break-up.

"There's nothing. Really." His voice was weak and unconvincing. 

"Bullshit."

"Bullshit?" Billy knew she rarely cursed.

"Billy, don't put me through this. The worst part is that you don't trust me." Her eyes showed disappointed.

"Okay, okay. Listen." His hands lifted and his palms turned open, as he spoke slowly. "Allison and I were supposed to go to the beach this weekend."

"For your birthday?"

"For my birthday."

"And that's it?"

"Well, it's my twenty-first birthday. And, we were supposed to have a great time and all. ..."

Patty looked somewhat relieved. "So still go to the beach. It can still be special, just have a good time there without her."

"Uh, nahhhhh. It won't be the same. Nowhere close."

"You're wrong. Of course, it can be. You just have to adapt, that's all."

"Adapt?"

"Yeah, Billy. Adapt."

"No." He wiped his hands together and gathered his plate and napkin, getting ready to leave. "I've got no other plans made. Won't work."

"Ask one of your buddies. Ask Jack."

"Nah, won't work. Won't be the same."

"Yes. Billy, you're going."

"No. I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

Billy vigorously shook his head back and forth.

"C'mon, Billy." Patty cooed the words and leaned towards him. "Do this. I want you to. Go, have some fun."

He looked at her a couple of moments quietly, before he answered. He finally offered up what was on his mind.

"Okay, I'll go."

"Good." Her reply was immediate and she perked up.

"But there's one thing I want."

"What's that?"

"I want you to go, too."

"Huh?"

"I want you to go with me."

"Me?"

"Yep. You. You have to go, and you have to go have fun, too."

He saw her flinch with some surprise and give it some quick thought.

"You want me to go to the beach this weekend with you?"

"Yes, I do."

Her brow bunched and then loosened.

"Um, okay. Sure." She shrugged.

He suspected that maybe she took it that he wanted her to pony up some of the expense.

"Billy, a heads-up, okay? You'd probably have more fun without your mother around, don't you think?"

It was his turn to lean towards her, as if conspiratorially. "Know what? I think you're cool. You're fun. I may not have always thought so, but I do now. I actually love being around you." He saw her mouth open in shock at hearing these things. He took it a step further. "I want you to go, or I'm not going."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Alright then." She swayed a bit as if dazed from his remarks. She braced and took in what he'd said. "I'm going then."

"Yeah?"

"Sure. I mean, I'm going to the beach with you. How can I say no?"

"Alright!" He started beaming. He saw her react with shock. He saw what he thought was her being flattered that it meant this much to him.

His face brightened. He was openly cheerful. He acted playful and lighthearted like his old self again for the first time in a long time. He saw her notice it all.

When he dropped her back at her place, they hugged.

"Hey, glad to see such a difference in you." Her sound was sweet.

"It's because of you, you know."

She looked at him quizzically, but didn't say more.

"Okay, I'll look forward to this weekend then."

"Me, too. Great, it's a date then." His words lingered with her as she got out of his truck.

She peered back into the passenger side window of the SUV at him. "Huh?" Her lips started to smile, but even in the dim night light, he saw it was a faint smile.

"I'm happy you're taking Allison's place." 

He picked up on her suspicion as she said goodnight and walked away.

-

3. Billy Drives Them to the Beach.

Any day at the beach was a good day. It had been sudden, learning Billy wanted her to go along on this trip, but it worked out. Now, she'd just go and have fun with it.

She also still wanted to help Billy get over Allison. This was the perfect opportunity to do that. Allison was crazy for letting Billy go. He was an attractive, bright and caring young man. Any woman would be very lucky to have him.

The trip started great. Patty saw right away that Billy zoned in on everything with her. Walking her out to the car. Packing her bag into his truck. Opening her door each time. Looking to her often. He was very present with her immediately and stayed that way.

It just seemed like he was making a sincere effort to show her he was glad she was there. She could see he wanted her to have a good time. He was so good-natured and jovial that it lifted her, too. 

They had three to four hours of driving. Some of it was interstate but some of it was rural, too. It gave them a great chance to talk.

The conversation started with small talk. He was playful, and she liked his touching her arm here and there to make a point or tease her. It made her feel closer to him. She actually wound up responding in kind. 

Early on he surprised her. He told her she reminded him of this gorgeous, lively woman from college-this friend had had it all-bright, attractive and very fun.

Patty grinned widely at that. She suspected he was trying to flatter her, but she soaked it up anyway. He acted so into her. 

"Hey, that's just the way I feel about you, too, Billy," her hand traced at his arm, "you have so very much going for you."

He took a long look at her like he was getting it. She was making progress and this made her longingly look back to him. She was getting the effect she had wanted.

After a short pause, he spoke carefully.

"So tell me, how long did it take for you to feel like you were past your divorce?"

The question hung in the air, and it struck her how personal the question really was. She immediately decided against trying to deflect the question. She was willing to share with him. Even something this intimate.

"Umm, you know it took a while really. Several months. It's something I still work on."

He nodded his head slowly a couple of times, and then raised something totally unexpected by her.

"You went out with Brad, right?"

Patty gulped. It was probably the one thing she was most vulnerable in discussing. She stammered at first.

"Uhhh, yeah. I did."

"I've played tennis with him." 

As Billy said that, she winced. She had no idea where Billy would go with this.

"Brad's a good guy. He's about twenty-five, isn't he? Was it fun?" 

Patty watched the road go by on her side of the SUV and then looked to Billy. She saw he had a mischievous grin. She grinned back.

"Brad was a 'rebound' kind of thing really."

"Oh."

"We went out just a few weeks. It was nothing serious."

"I see."

There was a silent couple of minutes where she thought of how to change the topic, but he followed up.

"Let me ask you something," he put his hand on her leg, making contact just where her shorts stopped and her bare leg started. The contact felt electric to her. "Are you glad you did that? Went out with him? Maybe I need a 'rebound' kind of thing."

Patty felt her face flush. "Guess I'm glad. It's just something that happened."

"I think I need that." His tone was genuine. 

They glanced at each other. She noticed a look about him she hadn't ever noticed from him. His voice got lower. "Badly."

They both chuckled at the implication.

She tried to be reassuring. "Give it time."

"Can I ask you something else?"

"I don't know."

They laughed some more now that she was apprehensive. He didn't hesitate.

"Just between us." He added.

"What's that?" 

"Did you like going out with a younger guy?"

She took a deep breath.

"Hmm... I did. It was something really different for me. At that time and in that circumstance, it was the right thing."

When she saw him getting ready to pose another question, she beat him to it.

"What about you, Billy? You going to take some time now? What kind of woman are you going to be looking for when you get to that place?"

"Me? Well, I'm actually interested in dating an older woman."

"An older woman?"

She turned in her seat to face more towards him. She was taken back by this.

"Yeah."

"Why? You've never even dated an older woman, have you?"

"No. No, I haven't."

"Then why do you even think that?"

"They just seem so... very feminine and ...desirable."

Patty sat stunned. "I just never would have guessed that from you."

"Your turn." He smirked.

"Oh, I don't know. I haven't even thought about it."

"Would you date a younger guy again?"

"Would depend on the guy. But, yeah, I guess so."

She lifted his hand that had been at her leg, and she held it in her own hands right at her leg. Her two hands looked very small and delicate cradling his big paw-like palm up. She took a long look at his out-stretched hand, and spoke softly. 

"You sure want to know a lot about me today."

She was still fixed on his hand as he explained.

"You fascinate me."

She kept holding his hand in hers, but she looked up into his face.

"Fascinate you? Me?"

"Yeah," he shrugged, "you. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I'm really straightforward. There's not much to know."

"Hah! There's several layers to you. I can tell."

That froze her. She couldn't remember anyone saying such a thing to her.

"Several, huh?"

"Yep."

"You're giving me too much credit."

"For example," he shifted a little in his seat, "tell me something surprising about you. Something I wouldn't ever expect."

She slowly moved his hand to his own leg, and shook her head.

"No, no, no. We're not going there, mister."

She realized she was struck by how different he seemed now on this trip. He'd been considerate of her, inquisitive, and so much more mature than she could remember him being. She started to appreciate just how much of a well developed young man he had grown into. But she saw a cunning side, she thought, too.

They got closer to the resort when they both decided to make one more stop before they arrived. It would be a chance to get gas and use the restrooms. She needed the break. 

When they got back in the SUV, he had opened her door for her and come on around to his side. She had her shoulder seat belt fastened, and unlike earlier, she became aware of how the harness divided her chest just so, accentuating her breasts to where they were made even more prominent.

She was about to try to do something to lessen the effect when he pulled himself into the drivers side. He reached across her, getting very close. She could smell a rich aftershave as his face moved within inches of hers. 

He opened her passenger door again, and he slammed it harder, making sure it was secure. He was then easing back to his side. As he withdrew, his arm brushed fully against her chest. There was considerable rubbing against her breasts, and when he sat fully returned in his seat, she looked down.

Just as she suspected, her large, thick nipples were pointed there in her thin blouse. It was very obvious. She looked right to him, and he stared openly. He then looked at her face. An instinct told her to fold her arms. She shocked herself when she didn't.

He looked down again, and then reluctantly made himself put his attention back to driving. Nothing was said, but something had been shared. Even more, she was physically affected by it. She cursed herself inside for not being more defensive and for feeling the reaction she was feeling between her legs. But, there was no denying it.

It stayed quiet as they rode along their last distance before getting to the resort. She found herself fighting some strong emotions. She had gone from worry about Billy to concern now about keeping their relationship healthy. It was good he was getting over Alison, but now there was this strong vibe existing between she and Billy. She needed to guard against that. Keep it appropriate.

She pulled out her phone. As she readied a search, she wondered why she hadn't already anticipated checking to see what accommodations Billy had made. She quickly brought up the webpage for the resort they were about to check into.

She practically held her breath, as she frantically searched to try to get a separate room if it was available. Of course, she said to herself. There wasn't. 

-

4. Friday Night and Dinner at the Beach.

Billy felt elated with how close things were between he and Patty. The entire drive down had been great. She had responded to him well the whole trip. Now he had her very close to being with him like he wanted. He could sense it.

They got to the check-in at the resort, and he got them through the process smoothly. It was exciting to him that the attendants looked at them as a couple checking in, but she stayed quiet and reserved about the whole thing. 

He figured she probably held strong reservations. She was no doubt confused at this point. He didn't worry. He had already anticipated that. He would just keep following the approach he had planned at the outset. It would work out.

He stole glances over at her. She was gorgeous to him. She was fun, and she certainly was the ultimate challenge for him. That had intrigued him the moment he had started thinking of approaching her like he was. 

When Allison had broken up with him, it crushed him. He felt profoundly hurt and betrayed. After the deep pain, he had decided he would prove he was capable. He would have whomever he wanted and leave the Allison failure behind him.

He wondered back then about what was the wildest and most provocative seduction he could try. His sights drew quickly and intensely on Patty. The ultimate test and ultimate success if he could achieve it. 

And, she was really the most alluring woman he had ever been around. The absolute most. She had this attractiveness and femininity he had never seen another woman come close to.

She stayed quiet as he drove them from check-in to the beach side tower their room was in. He wanted this to be a gentle segue way for her, and he expected resistance. He would be very considerate with her.

They entered the spacious room, and he watched her carefully. They both were impressed with the exquisite decor and nice furniture. The layout was luxurious. The wall facing the ocean was all glass and a portion would open out to the white sand and blue-green water just beyond. It was perfect.

They both grinned as they walked around taking it in. He could see she appreciated how beautiful it was, but he picked up on the trepidation when she surveyed the huge king bed that centered the room.

She looked at it and then over to him. He smiled slightly. Before he could defuse it, she broke the silence.

"I don't know about this, Billy."

"It'll be fine. I booked this when I was coming with Allison. I think you and I can manage. We can both behave, right? I mean, I trust you."

He giggled at his own humor, and then he started putting things away from his bags. To his great relief, she did the same. He had braced for more push back and thought it still might not be over. 




Birthday Gift



As they settled in, he brought up dinner.

"There's a cool little beach bar. It's a short walk away."

"Yeah?"

"Hungry?"

"I am."

"Good."

Getting her out of the room and over to some drinks and something to eat was a relief for him. They had needed to get out of the room. The resort room was spacious, but the two of them alone there made it seem close-in and intense. He wanted her to have a respite from that.

The beach bar was outside. A cool breeze brought saltiness to them. He loved it. It looked like she did, too.

They talked about how lovely and picturesque everything was, as they looked over their menus. He was wanting to get started drinking right away. He wondered if she would hold back. It would be a real indication of how comfortable she was after all. 

Patty liked her white wine, he knew. But he could only remember a couple of times he'd ever really seen her buzzed. He tried to remember other trips they had been on, but drew a blank about her drinking.

"What can I get you guys to drink?"

The server was a young, attractive blonde, who was beaming at Billy. He liked the attention from her, and he was glad he wouldn't have to pull out his fake ID for one more venture.

"Hi. We're pretty thirsty. What's good?" He couldn't help flashing a warm smile back at the coed. She was definitely hot.

"People love our Margaritas. They're the best."

Billy looked over at Patty. She looked uncertain. She shrugged. "Why not."

He looked back at the server. "Two of those."

"Cool. My name is Angie if you need anything."

Angie took a long look at Billy before walking off. When Billy looked back at Patty, she sat chuckling and shaking her head. He laughed back.

"What?" He tried to act perplexed.

"Ha! You work fast."

"Huh?"

She laughed and poked a finger at his arm. "We just got here, and you're in with the server already. That's impressive, Billy."

"Nah, she's just priming me for a tip. That's all."

Patty was shaking her head. "Right."

"I like seeing you jealous." He stared to her, as she shot a puzzled look back at him.

"Jealous? Is that how I seem? I'm not jealous." She tried not to act defensive, but she was caught up in checking herself.

The drinks appeared quickly. They also ordered some chilled peel and eat shrimp. Angie focused on Billy again, making them both burst with laughter as soon as she left their table again.

"Well, well. My Billy has got a way with women, I see." Patty said it proudly. 

"You sound surprised."

"I shouldn't be." He noted her voice sounded a bit lower.

Her look was contemplative, and his was just confident. 

"What a young man you've developed into."

He leaned her way. "I think I've surprised you today." His voice was deep and direct. His moving closer to her gave it an intimacy.

When she leaned towards him too, he was happily surprised back as well. He hoped he didn't show it, but he was. He listened to her next words cooed to him, and relished them.

"I better be careful with you, hadn't I?"

She held still with her face just inches from his own. It was bold coming from her, and he liked it so much he couldn't help growing flustered.

His excitement registered with her from the acknowledgment in her eyes, but she didn't withdraw or let up on him. She had him on the spot.

"Um, what do you mean?" His voice now sounded thin.

"Oh, I think you know." She grinned knowingly.

His head slowly went from side to side. They both took long gulps from their drinks.

"I'm just picking up on a vibe. That's all." His words didn't sound at all certain.

She stirred her drink. Glancing down at it, she seemed to adore he was so entranced with her. She remarked a dig that might puncture their mood.

"I notice you haven't called me 'Mom' this whole trip."

He felt his face blush red.

He gazed deeply into her eyes that didn't move from his own. They could both see him swallow hard at her directness. He wondered though what she would say to his next question. 

"So, how does that make you feel?"

She froze at first. He thought he saw her tremble slightly. He had hit a spot, he decided.

"I'm not sure." Her voice was now soft. Clearly honest. "Very different."

He smiled broadly, and at once he knew he had come across too smugly. He reached and stroked her arm. She put a hand on his. Their contact broke off as Angie's words sounded out.

"Here's your shrimp!" Angie appeared to take some glee at her timing. Billy didn't like it, but Patty seemed relieved.

...

5. Sorting out her feelings.

Her emotions swirled.

For the rest of dinner, they bantered about his turning twenty-one. The mood was lighter than when they had talked about changes between them, and she was very glad about that. 

He stunned her yet again with the server though. As they wrapped up dinner with the server, Patty had cajoled the server into giving Billy her phone number. Patty had told her they were celebrating Billy's birthday, and that Angie would have to join them the next night.

Angie hadn't hesitated to give Billy a slip of paper with her number on it. Billy and Patty then went to the walkway by the ocean, and he talked about how happy he was that Patty was there with him that weekend.

Patty tried to shift their focus, and said they should come and get Angie Saturday night. Billy simply said 'no'. He took out the slip of paper Angie had given him and he tore it into pieces. He flailed it into the wind, and the pieces scattered. They both couldn't help but laugh.

A rush of surprise moved her, and if he intended flattery, then it worked. It was like he chose being with her over the young coed. The idea delighted her. 

Then, he turned to her and hugged her. She squeezed him back. She liked how they felt. When he pulled back, he only waited a second, and then he moved his face to hers. Shocked, she flinched and withdrew from him. 

He pulled her hand to where she came back close to him. His other hand cupped her cheek, and this time she didn't turn away. She took his soft kiss to her lips and savored it. When they had been embraced for a moment, his lips opened hers and his tongue was there. Her mouth pressed to his and both kissed.

She broke away, but only after several seconds. 

"We can't be doing that. Anything like that."

She abruptly led them back to the room where they readied for bed. She reflected on their kiss as she went into the bathroom to change for bed.'How have I let it get to this?' She stripped her clothes and looked at her shorts and tee she was going to sleep in. 'And now I'm getting into the same bed with him? This is a bad, bad idea.'

She inhaled deeply and opened the door from the bathroom. She would tell him that one of them needed to get a roll away bed. Once she stepped into the room, she paused. It was dark, and he was already in bed. She paused and decided to just turn in, too. Maybe, an awkward situation had been averted. Tomorrow, she would have to talk with him. 

She eased into the big bed. She immediately turned onto her side, facing the huge window and away from Billy. The bed was soft and very comfortable. She tugged a sheet up to her shoulders. Her breathing slowed for the first time all night.

In the quiet of the room, she watched the surf outside, but could still see her silhouette in the bed. 'What is happening here?' She was well aware she had to put the brakes on their growing affection, but there was a current in her that stirred her.

When he had kissed her, a lightness had washed over her. She experienced the sensuousness of his mouth, but the effects had traveled her whole body. Her mind fixed on what she had felt deeply. As soon as she did, the sensation was back.

'I must be crazy'. How in the world was she responding to him the way she was? Even worse, it had returned. She even thought of slipping back into the bathroom to remedy her state. 

Then, his hand came to her shoulder. It was slight at first. Just a touch to where his fingers met her shirt at her mid shoulder. She didn't speak. She found herself uncertain what she wanted to say.

His hand then expanded and it was flat on her shoulder. It was gentle but it was now firm. A thought told her to tell him not to, but she didn't speak. 

His hand started gripping her muscle and then releasing it. There were three or four squeezes, and then it moved in a circle. His large palm massaged the entire right shoulder blade that was in front of him. She felt tension release from her back.

'What am I thinking, letting this happen?'

His rubbing on her shoulder, spread to her back, and the effect was to draw the sheet further down. His hand was firm and kneaded at her. Her body absorbed his strong touch.

It impressed her as some of the most sensual and loving caressing she had experienced in a long time. She realized she didn't want it to stop.

'Is this what I want? I can't believe I feel so caught up in this.' Her entire body was buzzing with a tingling she adored. Part of her still resisted, but her aching was too intense.

In a long, slow move, her arms went above her head, while her torso tilted downward onto her stomach. Her face was set into the nook of her left elbow, and her right arm stayed on the bed and over her head, too.

She was flat on her stomach, and the sheet was at her waist. Both his hands now pressed her mid back, and he braced on them to sit up. The pressure on her back kept up, and he went to bringing his hands upward and then sturdily back down.

The full strokes on her back alternated with occasional squeezes to her shoulders, and her body was like putty. Her breathing went ragged.

There was movement on the bed, but his hands didn't leave her back. She did feel the sheet go lower. 

A couple of more slow strokes down her back, and she was completely relaxed and flat onto the bed. Her entire body was stimulated. 

Several thoughts danced in her mind. The tender kiss earlier outside, the remembrance that she hadn't been this turned on since Brad, and the certainty that she could explode with ecstasy at any moment.

His hands went over her back and onto her glutes, and she instantly responded. No hesitation at all. Only total instinct and reaction. Her hips lifted off the bed. She hovered there.

Just as she hadn't hesitated, she picked up that he didn't either. His right hand curved right between her cheeks and then his hand palmed her crotch. Her head shot upward off the bed. Looking forward towards the head of the bed, she grunted.

His hand pressed and then rubbed, and she was moving with it. Her hips desperately needed the feel of his hand, and she pushed at it. He toyed with her and let it go inside a thigh, and when she wiggled urgently, his hand came back.

His hand worked inside the leg of the shorts, and it drug up over bare skin. Her head bobbed with recognition. His hand was in her shorts. The next sensation was his fingers on her wet lips between her legs.

Two of his fingers slid over her clit, and she lost it. Her body shook violently and she screamed out from her throat. His hand held her flat between her legs and then he reached under her. In a blur, she felt his second hand get to her clit to rub, and the first then centered at her lips. In an instant, two fingers entered her, and she shouted out another scream.

He held her in place and flicked his fingers while she writhed uncontrollably. More yelps came as she kept shaking and spasming. Several moments passed.

As she started catching her breath, he let her ease back onto her stomach. Waves of pleasure still rolled her, as dizziness clouded her. She knew she had never come that hard. She heard herself panting.

Patty gradually turned over onto her back, and at the same time, Billy was turning onto his side where he was facing away from her. She was still trying to orient herself, when he reached behind his back. His hand found her wrist and pulled, bringing her up against his back. She was reeling, and the notion of spooning him was fine by her.

His hand didn't let go of hers, but rather brought it around him. She propped against his back, and the daze from her orgasm left her very compliant.

His hand kept on hers, and brought it against bare skin she took for his lower stomach. She detected the light smattering of hair there. Her hand, held in his, started descending. She stopped him at first, but he tugged at it. When it moved further, it was tracing over thin cotton at his waist. It kept going further.

Her fingertips dragged over the front of his boxers to where they opened. She first noticed the prickly short pubic hair and she winced.

He wrapped her hand around the base of him, and she mashed her face into his bare back. She couldn't believe her hand was on him. She damn sure couldn't believe how open she had to make her hand once it was there. He was making her grip him, and her fingers barely touched together around him.

Despite not wanting to, her mind did a comparison. There had been only a few lovers, so the comparison was limited. She couldn't think of any man she had been with who had this kind of girth there. She just couldn't.

His hand closed more to keep hers to him, and then it moved. He pulled her hand up along him. He was very smooth but very hard. Their hands went further than she would have thought, and she gulped at what this no doubt meant. He stopped them when they reached the crown of his head, and then he was pulling them back down again. He pulsed in her palm, and she could hear him groaning already.

She held her eyes shut tight at the realization of what he had her doing. The wantonness of it piqued her. Once more, she felt herself react between her legs.

"Oh, Billy," her voice was raspy.

A couple of up and down strokes had him rocking against her. He sounded out a low, continuous groan, and it struck her that he was as lost in his exhilaration as she had been just earlier. This spurred her on.

Her words were in a half whisper from behind him. "Let go."

His hand fell away from hers, and hers stayed clasped to him. Her fist kept its steady effort up and down as if she were taking her time milking him.

The skin had a satin-like texture and moved in her hand. She marveled at him. He was already close.

"Yeah, yeah." She liked encouraging him.

His body straightened and he choked an 'oh, oh'.

Her hand kept going, and he jerked in her hand. He was spurting over and over, and a milky wetness coated her fingers. It continued erupting and she maintained her pace. She was determined to finish him completely. He convulsed and grunted even harder. Eventually, he put his hand on hers to stop. 

They remained in place as he tried to compose himself, and the thickness in her hand was very imposing to her still. 'Unreal'.

When his breathing was back closer to normal, she untangled from him. She kept her hand a little aloft as she went into the bathroom. She turned on the faucet with her unaffected right hand, and focused her attention to her left hand.

It lifted closer to her face so she could examine it. Her fingers and her palm was coated with the glaze of his semen. Her index finger and thumb rolled over each other and the slickness tantalized her.

Curiosity took her and she brought the hand closer to her nose. The saltiness was strong and pungent. This close, his cream looked even shinier.

Her hand stayed close and she batted her eyes several times. 'No, no. Don't go there. You absolutely cannot do that.' Earlier in her life, she would have indulged her curiosity. Was that spirit returning? She pushed her hand down to the sink, and it drifted under the water. 

She clicked some soap and wrung out his seed from her skin, as she lowered her head and searched herself for how this happened. A warmth filed her, even though her mind scolded her. No, she shouldn't have let this happen. That was her mind talking. In her heart and even lower inside, the expressions were different.

Looking back over the day, she had to admit to how she was drawn to him. He was more a mature, young man than her image of him used to be, and all day long, they had both had grown closer. Tomorrow she might feel otherwise, but right then she liked how he was so attracted to her. He had made his interest apparent.

And, her lips curled with a last thought as she emerged from the bathroom. The truth was she was happy he had acted on it. She shook her head in disbelief with herself. 

She clicked the light and stepped lightly to the bed. Tomorrow, she would act more responsibly alright. But tonight, she would snuggle over and stay close to Billy. 

...

6. Saturday morning and reality is back. 

He could barely open his eyes at first Saturday morning. The hangover from the night before caused a haze. He squinted and saw her across the room.

"Happy birthday, Billy."

'Good, at least she's smiling', he told himself.

The vague memory formed more and more, and his boxers grew as it did. Had they really done that? He saw her drift about the room in her work out clothes. She was about to leave.

"Hey." His voice was strained. "I should go, too."

He sat up, and she came around to his side of the bed.

"Catch up with me over there. I'm going on ahead." She gave a quick smile and pecked his cheek.

"You alright?" He couldn't help sounding worried.

"Oh yeah, sure." She nodded reassuringly as she backed to the door. She paused and then returned to the bedside.

She bent to him and looked to his eyes, caring.

"Everything's alright. We just can't let something like that happen again. That's all." She patted his bare, exposed chest. "Just so you know. ...I'm not saying I regret it. We shared it. It stays between us. But, no more. We just can't."

She started backing to the door, and he stammered out to her.

"Wait. Don't say that." He pulled himself up, but she went out the door. He grimaced and looked around for shorts and a t-shirt. He needed that work out.

It only took minutes and he was out the door. He refused to accept what she was saying. There was just no way he'd be able to stand it that night if they couldn't go further. No way.

He stumbled into the gym area, and she was on an elliptical machine. She saw him right off, and a big smile radiated on her face. He took a machine beside her. 

Billy struggled with the cardio for a bit, and then left the machine. The effect of the previous night's alcohol weighed on him. Patty shot a dismissive glance his way, but he went on to the weights anyway.

He glimpsed back at her, and she was watching him head across the room. He liked finding her keeping up with him as he walked away. He took that as a positive.

She definitely looked appealing, even if she was hung over. She had her thick, brown hair pulled back, and her eyes were still piercing. Her body was certainly in good shape, as the black shorts and white tee attested. 

Clearly, she took good care of herself. Billy thought this over as he whipped through a few sets of weights. He wanted to check how she was, and when he looked up to her, he was a little taken aback.

An older guy with salt and pepper hair had saddled right up next to her, and he seemed to be trying to get a conversation going. Patty barely acknowledged him, and then abruptly cut her cardio off.

She gave a brief polite smile to the guy, and then walked away. She came straight over to Billy, where he finished one more set of presses. She stood close to him.

"Hey." She held his look for an extended time.

"Everything alright?" Billy didn't want to sound jealous, but he was also going to be protective.

"Oh, yeah. Absolutely." Patty nodded. "He was just being nice."

"Okay. Only checking."

"Yeah?" She grinned mischievously at him.

"Yep."

She stretched her arms high over her head and gave a yawn, and the effect was to lift her chest distinctly. When her arms came back down, he noticed two pointy spots at her chest, and the damp t-shirt clung to her.




Birthday Gift



When he looked back to her eyes, it was apparent she had caught his surveying her pointy chest. He expected she would fold her arms. Instead, her hands went to her hips. She just let him stare. He did gaze once more. 

He looked back up and she was giving a small shake of her head.

"Want to grab a sandwich?" Her words were playful.

"Yeah, sure."

They left the gym, and she led them to a small sandwich place not far from the beach bar. He noted a brisk pace from her.

She got them a table, and she teased him.

"We need to get back to the bar tonight, and have you catch up with Angie."

"Nah. No thanks."

"She likes you, Billy. You should go for it."

"Not at all interested. Really."

They placed their orders and she drew close to look at him directly.

"Billy, last night was last night. Like I said, nothing else can happen. ... I'm your mother."

"Hey, just think of me as a young man."

"I think of you as my son. And, you should think of me as your mother. C'mon."

"I think of you as a very attractive and fun woman that I love being around."

She kept her eyes on him and held a serious expression. He wondered if she was getting angry with him. He spoke again trying to help.

"I'm looking forward to seeing what you wear to dinner tonight."

She sighed, acting frustrated like she wasn't getting anywhere with him. He only relaxed after she broke into a smirk to act a little less intense at the moment.

"Well, I'm wearing jeans and an old shirt tonight. Definitely not attractive." She fixed her jaw like she was pretending to be tough.

"I'm sure it'll look great. ...On you."

"Stop it." 

She ate quickly and was ready to go. She left so fast he almost wasn't finished. He sensed her getting distant. 

"Let's hit the beach."

He agreed. "Okay."

It seemed Billy struggled to keep up with her. She pulled her swimsuit and a wrap from her suitcase, disappeared into the bathroom, and emerged not long afterwards.

She glanced to him, and then was opening the door to leave. He followed her out the door. They had taken just a couple of steps down the hall when he tugged at her arm to stop.

He turned her to face him point blank.

"What has gotten into you? Why are you in such a rush today?"

Her eyes darted back and forth up at his. Then, they peered at his mouth and back up. She opened her mouth but the words came haltingly.

"Billy, I don't think you ...understand." She looked past him down the hall to consider what exactly to say and then back to him. "This just isn't easy for me."

He paused and absorbed this. He relished how she suddenly appeared vulnerable to him. Her face was open and her eyes wide.

He reached to a stray hair near her eyes and tucked it away for her.

"I understand. Just relax. Everything's okay. You know?"

She turned and led them again forward. He walked along with her. 'She's torn. That's what it is. Perfect.' He hated her being conflicted, but was ecstatic that this meant he still had a chance. 

They trudged onto the sand outside and they found a spot under an umbrella. The breeze was hot but passed often. It was sunny, and he put their belongings next to the chairs.

She sat on her lounge chair without taking off her thin, yellow wrap. She didn't sit back and relax, and she didn't act like she was heading to the beach. He tossed their towels on his own chair and then faced the ocean. He walked towards the surf and left her alone to settle down.

The water was gorgeous, and the waves crashed into white spray that was perfect. He waded in and liked that the water wasn't that cold at all. It felt great.

He ventured out to about waist level. He slowly turned hoping he'd see her following out. Instead, she was standing back at their chairs. She self-consciously slipped off her wrap, and he could see her white bikini. He fought the impulse to run back.

He kept his gaze there and sunk to his neck in the refreshing surf. The water churned around him, leaving him rejuvenated. Between the driving the day before and the morning's workout, whatever soreness he had was washing right away.

He could only stand a couple of minutes before he was making his way back. He splashed out of the water and plodded towards her. The warm air was drying him quickly, but his trunks stayed wrapped on him like a second skin. 

Drawing closer to her, his mouth fell open. She had laid onto her stomach on the chair and her arms and legs draped lazily apart. The white strips for her top and bottom surprised him. He had never seen her wear something so revealing on a vacation. It hit him that she must have planned ahead to bring this suit.

He plopped onto his chair and she didn't face or acknowledge him. They were under the cover of the umbrella, but he grabbed the sunscreen anyway. He considered her sprawled in her chair, and then he stood.

He set one foot close to the side of her chair and then he brought his other foot over the chair. When both feet were planted, he squirted lotion into his hands. He rubbed his hands and then bent.

He lightly touched his palms to her back at first, and it was a good thing. She jumped a bit in her chair. She exhaled and relaxed, and he started the slow spreading of the screen. 

Several times his hands wiped over her back. He was careful to catch her sides. His hands stayed over the waist of the bottom of her suit, but his eyes bore into the tight round butt that was right under him.

He efficiently lined her legs as well. They were as sleek as they could have possibly been, and they responded pliably with each move to them he made. He covered every bit of uncovered surface of her back.

"Let's do your front."

Her reaction was instant. Her head lifted from her chair and stared straight ahead at first. She didn't say a word though. Her mind no doubt pondered.

He stood over the chair with a leg on each side, looking down at her maneuver. Her arms propped her torso up, and then she was turning. As her shoulders and head rotated to look straight up at him, the rest of her unfolded and shifted in turn.

Once flat on her back, her breasts shook naturally and settled. He couldn't help but lock onto them. Even with her sunglasses on, it was obvious she was watching him take her in. His blood ran feverishly, as he saw the hint of dark circles in her top. The familiar protrusions pushed the top of the bikini, and Billy felt himself swell.

Her face tilted. Not a lot, but distinctly. Her sunglasses no longer faced his eyes, but rather found his trunks. Her attention made matters worse for him, and he could tell he grew there more.

He squeezed more screen and bent at his waist. He touched dabs to her face and traced it completely. He felt emboldened. His first two fingers on his right hand smeared the lotion over both cheeks and he took his time.

He paused very briefly and then put more lotion to his fingers. This time his fingers went to her chin. He drew two lines on her chin and below her mouth, and then the fingers came almost to a stop.

In a very slow move, he brought his fingers to her lower lip. He let them linger, and then he pulled his fingers along her lower lip. Her lips indented under the tips of his fingers, and he gradually traced from the lower lip to her top lip and back again. Her mouth opened slightly.

For a second he dangled his fingers upon her lip. Then they moved back over her chin. As they went over her neck, there was a heavy sigh from her and she flinched. Her chest rose and fell right below him. Her nipples stood poking against the bikini top.

He restrained himself and stayed away from the cloth of the top, but he vigorously worked the screen over her chest where there wasn't fabric. He was leaving her chest and dabbing her stomach when she half-whispered aloud. Her voice was thick.

"You're very bad."

He barely grinned and kept going.

More squirts of the lotion and his hands were flat against her stomach. He was incredibly impressed with her muscle tone. Her body fat had to be very low, given how lean and taut her skin felt in his hands.

He was covering her exposed stomach, when he added to her sentiment.

"You mean like last night, huh?" 

His expression didn't really change, and she was quick to reply.

"Last night... ." Her voice trailed off where her thoughts were clearly back on what happened.

"You liked that, didn't you?" He said it more as a taunt than a question. He loved doing that, he realized.

Another heavy sigh from her. "Yeah. I did actually."

He brought his hands up to put more lotion on them and her face tilted to see where they had gone.

A couple of sprays by him and they were barely on her skin again. He drug them over the exposed area beneath her stomach but above her bikini there. The skin was velvety smooth.

His hands just slipped over her tender surface. He saw little goose bumps dot her. His hands drifted right at the edge of her bright white bikini bottoms, and Billy marveled at them. 

There was the smallest of triangles squarely between her hips. Her mound was swollen. A couple of more swipes of his hands at the cloth's edge and he saw a reaction. Her legs relaxed to become more open, and it emboldened him.

The next stroke of his hand came from her far hip and towards him, and when it did, he let two long fingers disappear into her bikini bottom. He pulled his hand slowly across, and the feel of her pubic hair and mound was exquisite.

"Ooohhh," she groaned and flinched.

Her legs closed and opened again, and when they did, he spied a dark oval spot precisely at the crotch of the bikini where moisture had seeped.

"Stop it." She looked about anxiously. "There's people around, Billy."

"Okay." He smirked. 

Her head fell back onto the chair and she panted openly.

He rubbed down her legs, but stayed on the safer areas this time. He didn't linger and was soon moving to his own chair. 

She moaned, apparently still affected. "You're very good with your hands."

"I've had tons of practice, I guess. That's all Allison and I ever did."

He reclined back to lay on his back. He left the lotion on her own chair.

"A lot, huh?" Her tone was ragged as she struggled to sit up. 

"No, I mean literally. That is ALL we ever did." He looked at her with his eyes arched upward. He was being very candid.

"I'm not following you." She moved from her own chair and sat on the side of his.

"Um, when we... fooled around, that's what we did."

"With your hands, you mean?"

"Yeah. And, I mean that that's as far as we ever went."

"Right. Um, you guys were together for years. That's the only girl you ever really dated. There was more to it than that."

He stared blankly at her and his face went back and forth.

Her eyes roamed up the beach as she processed what he was saying.

"Wait a minute. What?"

"It's something I hate admitting. It's incredibly embarrassing." He looked around and made sure no one was within ear shot before he continued.

"Even though we went out for three years, Allison and I never had intercourse. We fooled around in other ways, but we didn't do that. She was absolutely determined to wait till she was married."

Patty's mouth fell open.

"So, you've never... ." Her voice was thin.

He grimaced hard at it being put that way.

"We did some things. We had fun. We just... didn't... do that."

She silently nodded.

He looked all about except at her face, clearly embarrassed.

"Billy, look it's okay. You know, sometime it'll... ." She was starting to say it would eventually happen for him when he interrupted her.

"Tonight. It was supposed to happen tonight." He said it directly to her and she froze. "The night of my twenty-first birthday at my favorite place, the beach. That was what was supposed to happen."

Patty recoiled.

They stared at one another.

She broke their gaze, casting her eyes down at the sand. She appeared to contemplate what she wanted to say next, and then her words were muted. 

"I still can't believe you wanted me to come down here." Her head went from side to side slowly.

"Of course, I would."

She peered up closely at him.

He spoke deliberately. "You're gorgeous, you're very special, and I love you."

A grin spread across her face, and she bent her face to his.

"I love you, too." 

She kissed him softly and held it there. When she pulled away, she still eyed him.

She was only still a second and then she was rising to stand.

"I'm going in the water." 

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Everything alright?"

"Uh huh." She nodded quickly.

He watched her tight butt shift right and left as she went to the surf.

They swam, walked some on the beach, and hung out at their chairs, but there wasn't much talking.

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7. Getting Ready for Dinner

Patty was so intense with anticipation she wondered if she wasn't the one acting like a virgin. She anxiously moved about the room getting the right dress and shoes she'd change into. The jewelry was already in the bathroom on the vanity. Her favorite make-up was set.

'Like some sort of prelude to a ceremony', she thought, as she went from the closet over to the bathroom. She felt almost unnerved by the silence. 

'Is that what I'm doing? Getting ready for a ceremony? Am I going to ceremoniously give him his manhood tonight?' She shuddered at the thought.

She was sensitively aware of him as they readied for dinner, and she could easily tell that he was the same with her. He had already showered quickly and was then out of the way. He had come back into the bedroom in his dressy trousers, but he was bare-chested. She immediately noticed him, and it set off a chain reaction. He saw her stare at him, and then she felt self-conscious for having stopped what she was doing to look at him.

When she hurried back to focusing on getting ready, it was obvious to both of them what had happened. Her face flushed with the knowledge she was so affected. Even more, she understood she had been obvious to him, and that he could see how very moved she was by him.

The quiet tension didn't ease as she sat in the bathroom with the door open. She sat straight before the vanity applying the last of her make-up, and as she did, she at least found comfort with liking her look. She was wearing her hair up, too. Something she rarely did. She stared questioningly at herself in the mirror, when she caught herself wondering how he would like her hair up.

Her eyes narrowed and then focused back on her fingers at her face. The touches of make-up were just right and alluring. The glossy red at her full lips was perfect. Her eyes looked as intriguing as they ever had. She fretted a bit at just how fitted and tight the black dress felt, but then vanquished the thought from her mind. 'It's my favorite after all'.

She stood to leave and liked her last once over. The dress flattered her and her toned physique. There was definite cleavage, but it wasn't too much. Her hair was brought up and pinned as elegantly as she could make it. Diamonds at her ears, her chest and her wrist finished off the look.

She stepped in the steep heels on the tile of the bathroom until she was right before the doorway into the bedroom. Pausing, she realized her nipples were erect and her panties damp. 'I've been like this all weekend'. She took deep breaths to calm herself.

At once an idea washed over her that only intensified her state. 'I love him differently now. The truth is I've liked his being the way he has this weekend. I've liked it, because... I want him, too.' One more deep breath, and she pushed herself out of the bathroom.

She moved from the bathroom trembling with anticipation. The bathroom opened out onto the bedroom where the bed was directly across and to the left, while the wall of glass forming a window onto the sea was directly to the right.

Through the glass, the ocean was only about thirty yards away, with rolling waves visibly crashing into white surf through the glass wall. A golden haze was casting into the room because it was sunset.

Tantalizingly, there remained a complete silence. The resort was so well-built that the sound of the wind outside and the crashing of the surf was totally blocked. This gave them the clear view of the outside beach, but still silently closed them off from anything outside. They were sealed away from the rest of the world.

There was a moment when Patty stepped out where Billy stood facing out the window and was unaware she had entered. She had the briefest of opportunities to see him as this different young man alone with her in a hotel room. It sent a surge of adrenaline through her.

Once he was aware of her, he turned to her and smiled his biggest smile. His eyes devoured her, as they took in every inch of her from her head to her feet and back up. 

For a moment, they both simply stared at one another, sharing an electricity that was palpable. She was standing across from him and looking very intensely to him. It was also like she was letting him soak her up in her carefully prepared way.

She took a long breath before speaking softly but deeply.

"Happy Birthday, Billy."

His mouth opened with no words at first. His face rose and fell like he started one phrase and then turned to another. Finally, he just openly adored her.

"Wow. You are absolutely gorgeous."

She tilted her head just down a bit and gave a small smile to him. She eased over to the bed, picked up her purse, and then walked a couple of steps in the direction of the door. She stopped going towards the door when she was only halfway there, and he went by her to open the door for her.

He was at the door, and facing to it, when her voice sounded to him.

"Billy, wait."

He gradually pivoted back to her. His face showed concern. She could tell he didn't know what to expect.

"Earlier today, you said I seemed like I was in a rush."

He nodded.

"I think I was in a rush. All day I was. But really, my rush was to get to right here. To get to this moment, right now."

Her words started sinking in, and his brow tightened. His chest lifted and fell, and he took the couple of steps to stand in front of her. His closeness shook her.

His face tilted, and she watched his mouth come to hers. She closed her eyes right before the softness of his lips found her. The kiss was slight at first and then he neared more. His lips opened hers and their mouths joined. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and caressed her. Their mouths pressed tighter. As tenderly as he had started, he soon withdrew. Her lips lingered at his as his face eased away.

She brought a hand to his chest and stroked there. Next came her other hand and they both went to his shirt buttons. Her eyes clinched shut and then reopened, as she started undoing the shirt.

Billy pulled his shirt from his trousers, as she finished the buttons. He then jerked to remove both shoes and socks. When his hands came to the shirt, he started to pull it away.

"Stop." Her voice was abrupt.

She took his arms and positioned him around to where he stood right in front of the bed. Methodically, her hands took each side of his shirt, and she brought it back and down his arms on her own.

There was no t-shirt underneath, and his bare chest and arms were at her face. Her fingertips drew lines over his pecs and then her hands went flat as they came into contact with his sides. She held his sides, as she brought her face against the warm lightly haired skin in the middle of his torso.

Her head took a slow, sensual swipe from where one cheek rubbed his chest to then the other cheek rubbing it. When the unhurried brush of her face finished, her head centered again. Then, her lips kissed to his skin and left moist, red spots about his ribs and stomach.

When she took a step back, she looked up at his face. His excitement burned in his eyes, and she knew he was at least as stirred as she was. Her eyes stayed on his and saw his eyes widen, when her hands went to his belt.




Best Birthday Gift Ever



This story contains anal play, bondage, cunnilingus, discipline, fellatio, spanking and, of course, sex. If you don't like these activities why in the hell are you looking at the story section of Literotica.com?

This story is told from the second person point of view. It's the point of the woman in the story. Just a heads up guys.

I've never submitted a story before so any and all comments and feedback will be greatly appreciated.

Disclaimers:

All characters being used as pawns for our enjoyment in the story are at least 18 years old.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, is most likely the fault of the combined efforts of the NSA's Monitoring Programs and Chinese hackers.

No animals were harmed in the writing of this story. Please ensure none are harmed in the reading of it.

This story is © 2015 by HonorableRogue. All rights reserved. But who are we kidding? The odds I'd actually find a plagiarized copy, retain a lawyer and purse legal action are even lower than the odds that the events of the story have ever happened to anyone, anywhere.

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A few days before your birthday you get a note that reads "Wearing a dress will lead to a memorable birthday. Wear pants and I'll know you're not interested." Thoughts of a wonderful meal at a fancy restaurant begin to fill your mind. French. Italian. Japanese. You waffle back and forth but after remembering last year's celebration you decide you deserve much better this year.

It's near the end of August so you pick a summery dress. Snug on the top highlighting your ample chest but flaring out to a looser fit on the bottom. During the entire drive to work your mind is preoccupied with where you'll be going after and what you'll be doing. You settle in at your desk, turn on your computer and look up at the clock urging the hands to move quicker. The clock staring is interrupted by a voice from under your desk "I see you wore a dress after all" and the touch of a hand on your right calf "Let the memories begin."

You hear shuffling beneath your desk and feet appear on either side of your chair. Then a touch on your other calf. The fingers on your legs glide up to your knees and then back down. Back up a little past your knees and then back down. Up a little further and then back down. When they reach halfway up your thighs they stop, dance across the top of your legs to your inner thighs and the go back down. The fingers stay on the inside of your legs as they travel back up. 

You marvel at the sensation while at the same time trying to recognize the voice that owns the fingers. Then as they reach most of the way up your inner thighs you suddenly realize you don't care. It's been awhile since anyone but you touched your body like this. The heat and wetness already radiating from between your legs tells you your pussy also can't remember the last time you were touched like this by another person except in a dream or fantasy. The fingertips trace tiny circles then move back down again.

On the next stroke upwards they stop just short of the quickly dampening crotch of your panties. The fingers linger for a moment and glide back up towards the top of your thighs. Then as you feel what must be the thumb of each hand brush the wisp of cotton between your legs a soft moan escapes your lips.

The thumbs slowly begin their own up and down movements. Up as far as they can reach and then back down until the seat of the chair stops their movement. With each set of up and down they moved slightly closer to the middle of your pussy. You tilt your head back, sink lower in your chair and slide your hips forward as the next, slightly louder moan escapes your lips and you whisper "Don't stop."

As the thumbs reach the top you hear "Your wish is my command" and they slip beneath your panties. The skin on skin contact of the downward stroke feels like two lines of fire on your pussy lips. You feel the hands of your admirer, attendant, assailant - at this point you really don't care - move and the soft teasing contact from his fingertips is replaced by the firm insistent touch from his palms that slowly forces you to spread your legs as far as the chair will allow.

He presses the tips of his thumbs together before starting another set of up and down strokes. After a few more strokes your entire pussy feels like it's on fire.

"Now let's see if we can find the secret toy surprise inside." One thumb stops and the other shifts slightly before starting back up. You can feel the light pressure of the thumb beginning to part your pussy lips. As it reaches the top it lifts off your skin for the first time in what seems like forever but was probably only a few of minutes and the other thumb begins to trace upwards along your cleft, pressing a little harder and spreading you a bit more.

Just as the second reaches the top and starts to lift you feel the first make contact near the bottom and start upwards. This nonstop bottom to top motion continues, pressing harder and harder, causing your pussy lips to spread open further and further. As the heat and wetness of your pussy continues to build your clit begins to swell and harden. Now every upward stroke ends with a thumb running along your still hooded clit. Every time a thumb makes contact you moan. Louder and louder. Sometimes words come out.

"Harder."

"Faster."

"Deeper."

They are all ignored. You begin to reach down to help and all motion stops. The voice beneath the table says "You are not in control of this. Put your hands flat on the desk, palms down now or this is over and I leave." For a moment you think about ignoring him, in the next you think about calling someone but then you think about the pleasure building in your body. As a minor act of defiance you place your hands not on the desk but instead on the arms of the chair.

"It's been months since you've had a good fucking and you're willing to risk this one by not following simple directions?" As you start to lift your head he says, "Keep your head back and your eyes closed. There is no chance this goes any further if you look at me. That is the one rule you can't break. Breaking other rules and disobeying commands has consequences but looking at me ends this. Do you understand?"

You nod your head up and down but don't say anything. You listened carefully to every word of his speech and realize you have no clue who the man sitting under desk is, how he knew it was your birthday, how he got in the building and why he's going out if his way to make your body tremble with pleasure. The only thing you do know is that you don't want it to stop.

As you tilt your head back again his hands leave your body. You want to cry out, to tell him you did what he asked. In desperation you lift your hands from the arms of the chair to place them on the desk as he commanded. Your chair starts to slide back and you hear him shuffle out from under the desk. "Better late than never but that won't prevent the consequences. Stand up and then lean over onto your desk." Following his commands you stand up, take a half step forward so that your hips touch your desk and lean over until your forearms are on your desk supporting your upper body.

Then you hear your visitor slide something from under the desk and rummage around in what sounds like a bag, "There it is" he says. Suddenly your office is filled with a tearing sound you can't quite place. It repeats more than a half dozen times.

You feel him press up against you. The front on his thighs on the back of yours. His hips and crotch pressing against your ass. He moves slightly and then you feel something draped over your right wrist. Your guest presses both thumbs against the center of your wrist and runs them down the sides. He smooths what feels like a piece of cloth about 2" wide. You try to adjust your arm slightly and are surprised your wrist is pinned to the desk. Suddenly the clues fall into place and the shock of the answer paralyzes you. Your right wrist was just duct taped to your desk!

By the time the shock has worn off he's applied three pieces of tape to each arm securing both of your forearms to the top of your desk. "That's a good start. As things progress we'll see if I have to secure your legs as well." You can't decide if you're more nervous or excited. As if he read your mind he says "Let's see how the simmering is coming along". He steps back away from you and runs his hand up the back of your right leg, across your panty covered ass and down to your hot, wet crotch.

While cupping your pussy in the palm of his hand he says "Oh you're at a low boil. Very nice. So you really don't need these anymore." He slides his hands under your dress, hooks his thumbs in the sides of your panties and pulls them down your legs. You lift each foot without even being asked as he says "These make an excellent gag but until you prove you need one I think they'll make a better blindfold."

He slips your underwear over your head until it's snug and then folds the material back over itself a couple of times. "Good thing you didn't wear a thong today. The only possible use for it would have been a gag."

Once the "blindfold" is in place he asks "Can you see anything?" You shake your head from side to side. "You're allowed to talk you know. I'll only have to gag you if you start to make too much noise. Of course if you don't mind your coworkers barging in, finding you duct taped to your desk and being fucked by a total stranger I'm happy to pass on a gag all together. As a matter of fact we'll make that the next rule. When I ask you a question answer it immediately or there will be consequences. Do you understand?"

You start nodding your head up and down. Before the second down a loud CRACK fills your office and you feel a hard slap on your right ass cheek. You immediately yelp "Yes!".

"Is that yes you understand or yes you like having your ass spanked? Or both?" Before you can answer he bends down and sniffs the top of your head. "What brand of shampoo do you use? It makes your hair smell great, just like an aroused pussy." You let out a small chuckle. "See this can be fun" and then he slaps each of your ass cheeks hard again. "You forgot to answer the last two questions. I'm beginning to think you like having your ass spanked. Let me just slide your pretty dress up so that the next one is skin on skin."

You feel his hands touch your ass and then slide down your outer thighs until he reaches the hem of your dress. They slip under the fabric for the second time and come back up taking your dress with them. The soft slow touch of the dress easing up the back of your legs is a teasing agony. When his hands reach your ass they give each cheek a gentle squeeze. "Oh that looks nice and feels better. Yoga? Pilates? Just good genes?" and another squeeze of each cheek. A momentary pause and then he bites your right cheek. "What part of when I ask you a question answer it immediately don't you understand?"

"I'm sorry, I'm feeling a bit distracted." Then you hesitantly ask, "Who are you?"

"Who I am is unimportant. What I am is the real question you should be asking. New kinky co-worker? Secret admirer? Sociopath?"

You ask "So what are you?" as your mind races through the short list of choices he provided trying to decide which would you actually prefer.

"Ever hear of Candygrams? Or Strip-o-Grams?"

As he lifts a hand you break out of your own thoughts and reply "Yes. But I thought the last one was a joke."

He gently place his hand back on your ass "Oh they're real and so am I. I'm a Fuck-o-Gram. Someone hired me to come here, fuck you and then deliver a message."

"R-r-r-ealy?"

Your mind becomes a blur of activity. You're caught off guard at the disappointed that he isn't a new co-worker or secret admirer. Getting fucked on a regular basis again would have been just what the doctor ordered. You're completely surprised how easily you've accepted a stranger is going to fuck you on your desk because someone paid him to do it. But who in their right mind would have done this? Who would have hired someone to break into your office and fuck you?

"It's a dirty job but someone's got to do it. Pays the bills and honestly it's a pretty fun gig. No two jobs are the same and every one ends with a bang. Or two. Or three. Get it, a bang?"

Suddenly it dawns on you that all you have to do is tell him to stop. It doesn't matter that someone paid him to come here, he can't fuck you unless you give him permission. Without that it's rape and he'd go to jail for a long, long time. Hell, what he's done up to this point could probably get him arrested. You realize that no matter what he's said or done you have the power. Just as quickly you choose to surrender most of that power and let this complete stranger do his job.

"No but I think I'm going to" you say with a grin. Tension you didn't even realize you were holding in your body fades away.

He clearly senses the change "There we go. Now there's just one formality before we begin." He places something on your desk. "For the record please state you willingly accept delivery of message 382563 and the special delivery instructions the sender included."

For the first time since being secured to your desk you move, leaning back and pushing your ass against your messenger's thighs, "I willingly accept delivery of message 382563 and its delivery instructions from..." your voice trails off asking a question.

As he pushes back, you feel his hard cock pressing against you. "You can call me John. John Doe if you want to play doctor and get poked and probed. John Smith if I could be almost anyone. The janitor. The mailman. The pizza delivery guy. John Q. Public if you wish there was more than one of me, in here, fucking you."

In for a penny in for a pound you think. "John Smith? That sounds familiar. Oh I remember. Our normal janitor was out last week and the temp service sent a fill in. I'm pretty sure his name was John Smith and I'm very sure that every time I saw him he was checking out every woman near him. I'm flattered that out of all the women that work here you picked me."

You can almost hear his smile, "Really? You noticed me? And I thought I was being so careful and clever. But you shouldn't be surprised I picked you. You're exactly my type. I've always had a thing for older women. These days it's women in their 40s. I've also always been a breast man."

You feel his hands as they slide back under your dress and continue to slide it up your body. When he reaches your chest he cups a breast in each hand and gently squeezes, "And these babies are in my humble opinion some of the best one's in your entire office." He lightly pinches and rolls your nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and you can't help but moan. "They looked good and feel great." He leans over and whispers in your right ear "Well they feel great in my hands. I wonder how they'd feel wrapped around my cock." You moan again as he grinds his hips into your ass.

He releases you breasts and stands back up, sliding his hands back down to your waist. "And over time I've become an ass man." He grips and begins massaging a cheek with each hand. "The more time I spent fucking women from behind, the more enamored I became of their behinds and the more ways I found for both of us to enjoy them. I hope both of us will get a chance to enjoy your spectacular ass."

"Sometimes they just need a good squeeze." He puts his words into action and you can feel each finger on both hands firmly gripping the flesh of your ass. "This comes in handy when it's getting pretty rough or when you're hanging on for dear life as one or both of us are cumming really hard. It's also useful for making a little space between the cheeks." Again he follows his words and you feel your ass spread slightly. You feel him move and while you're trying to figure out where this is going you feel the unmistakable touch of a tongue in the space between your pussy and your ass. He starts licking up, further and further into the gap between your cheeks. You clench your ass but his grip is so firm that all you do is contract and flex your sphincter. His tongue continues its journey and the feeling of it passing over your asshole is surprisingly pleasant. You immediately relax your ass.

"Well that's interesting. At first I was pretty sure your ass was one way only but now I'm thinking the other lane might just be under construction. Since it seems the jury is still out and you picked John Smith we'll leave the workmen to their job. But if you had picked John Doe or John Q. Public we'd be opening that second lane up pretty quick. It's not too late to change. Still want Mr. Smith?"

Before he licked your ass the answer would have been easy but the surprisingly arousing feeling has you reconsidering your decision. Then you remember just how long it's been since you had a good fucking and decide to stick with John Smith. Before you share your answer you feel a hard smack on your ass. "Sorry that was sort of a setup. I knew it would take you a second or two to decide and then I'd be able to use your breaking of a rule to illustrate another fun thing to do with an ass.

You can spank them hard." CRACK "Or you can spank them soft." SLAP "Or you can just sort of rub them all over."

Just the words describing the things he'd like to do you was arousing enough but as he continues to demonstrate each thing he's saying you're nearly overwhelmed by a burning desire and need to be sexually satisfied. You can feel him rubbing and caressing your ass. Feel both hands, palms flush, sliding from the bottom of each cheek to the top. His thumbs slide up the middle of your ass just like they slid up the middle of your pussy. When they brush your asshole a jolt runs from there back down to your pussy. You're almost disappointed as his hands reach the top of your ass, glide over your hips and down to the top of your thighs. He moves again and you feel a gentle kiss on the same spot he spanked hard before.

A tangible silence hangs in the room. You're the first to speak, "Is that it?"

He moves back against you, leans over and whispers in your ear, "Do you want that to be it?" You know you don't but part of you is afraid to say so. As you work up the courage to finally answer he asks "Do you remember what my job is?"

"Yes" you reply in your own whisper.

"Can you tell me what my job is?"

"You deliver Fuck-o-Grams".

"Gold star for the sexy student. I take great pride in my job and make a sincere effort to offer customer service and satisfaction. Do you know what the most important part of each delivery is? It's the fuck. And since you haven't been fucked yet the answer is no, that's not it." You breathe a sigh of relief mingled with excitement.

"I was just taking a moment to admire the very attractive female form stretched out on the desk in front of me. I wasn't joking or making empty compliments when I said I found you very attractive. Your smile is captivating, your tits are devastating, your curves are enchanting and now that I've seen and touched your luscious pussy and ass I feel like a kid in a candy store. I really can't decide what to do next. Well I take that back, I know what I need to do next for me I just don't know what I should do next to you."

He steps back and you hear a zipper and other sounds that make it clear you're no longer the only mostly naked person in the room. "Ah, much better. Things were getting a little cramped in there."

After two sudden spanks on your ass "You missed a couple of answers" he steps forward again and you feel the unmistakable sensation of skin on skin as the front of his thighs touch the back of yours. Then you feel something smooth, hard and hot laying on the crack of your ass. You know what it is but for some reason the image that comes to mind is a hot dog in a bun and a jingle from your childhood comes unbidden to your mind. You wiggle your ass a bit, causing the "hot dog" to slip a bit deeper into the bun, and then singing in a hushed voice.




Best Birthday Gift Ever



"Ball Park Franks, they plump when you cook 'em, boink, boink, boink." On each of the boinks you clench and unclench your ass. After the third you're pretty sure you hear a soft moan from your guest. Guest? When did a stranger that broke into your office with the sole purpose of having sex with you become a guest? Probably when he got you more aroused in 10 minutes than almost any other man you've had sex with before.

"Keep that up and I might not be able to stop myself from finding out if that ass is as tight as it looks. That's not meant to scare you or be a threat, it's just a friendly warning."

"Um...that might not be such a bad thing but you'd have to take it really slow." You feel the cock between your ass cheeks get even harder. "But given a choice I'd really prefer that thing in my pussy" you pause for effect "First."

"Is that so? Well my daddy raised me to be a gentleman. And a gentleman always does what his lady asks" 'his lady?' you think "but unfortunately I can't put my cock in your pussy first." As he steps back, sliding his cock down the gap between your cheeks a tremor of excitement mixed with apprehension runs through your body. "I'm afraid I need to put my tongue in your pussy first."

You feel his hand on your right shin. He lifts and says "Put your right knee on the desk." He repeats the process with your left leg and you find yourself on top of your desk, your forearms still taped down and your knees spread wide. You can't recall ever having your pussy and ass on display like this before. You realize this new position makes you feel brazen, lewd and incredibly turned on. You tell yourself that's sweat starting to roll down the inside of your thigh but you know better.

"Mr. Smith at this point I really don't care what you put in my pussy but for the love of God put something inside of me NOW before I die of terminal arousal."

"That sounded like an order. I thought I made it clear that you're not in charge at the moment. I might occasionally ask you for input but I'm driving this train and by this train I mean driving my cock or whatever else I want into wherever I want. Are we clear?"

"Yes."

He sighs. "I was so looking forward to licking from your clit all the way up to your ass and back down again and then seeing how far I sink my tongue into your pussy. But now I have dole to out more consequences. Oh well, we have all morning." You hear the sound of the duct tape again and he places three strips across the back of each of your calves and secures your legs to your desk. "I'm sure you were expecting something more severe, right?"

"Honestly, yes."

"Well I hate to disappoint a lady." As he alternates between rummaging around in his bag and placing things on the desk you wonder why the switch from 'his lady' to 'a lady' feels disappointing. You feel him rub something cool and slippery on your sphincter. "Considering your last answer this probably isn't going to be punishment in the strictest sense." He presses something against the center of your asshole and begins to push. "Relax. The more relaxed you are the easier this will be." You take a deep breath and try to relax while something hard and smooth invades your ass.

He presses harder and the pressure and mild pain continue to build. Then whatever is slowly spreading you open and inching its way into your ass suddenly seems to just pop in and stop. "There we go. Now just one last thing." One of his hands holds the object in your ass while the other presses and twists.

*BUZZZZZZZZZZ*

"Oh" you say in a surprised voice as the thing in your ass starts vibrating.

"Ok that's this end taken care of" he walks around to the front of your desk "next this one. The downside of Doggie on the Desk is that it puts the woman's pussy and ass too high up for anyone but that 7-foot, Chinese basketball player to fuck. The primary upside is that the woman's pussy is usually at just the right height for someone to sit in the chair, slide it up to the desk and lick for as long as either can stand. That's what I was planning to do a few minutes ago. The other upside is that it usually puts the woman's head near the desk and her mouth at just the right height for a blowjob. That's what I'm going to do now. This is supposed to be about you today so we'll limit your reprimand to only 10 minutes. Of course if you make me cum in less than 10 minutes we'll call it even. Do you understand?"

You open your mouth to answer and he quickly pushes his cock between your lips. It catches you by surprise but feels and tastes better than when it was sandwiched in your ass. You can taste his pre-cum so you know he's clearly as excited as you. He puts a hand on each side of your head and starts sliding his cock back and forth between your lips. Slowly fucking your mouth as if it was your pussy. He slides his cock in until the tip hits the back of your throat but doesn't push hard enough to force it down any further.

He develops a steady rhythm. "Oh that feels really good. One minute down, nine more to go." He starts moving in and out a little faster. Between the cock in your mouth and whatever is vibrating in your ass you feel incredibly turned on. You desperately want his cock in your pussy as quickly as possible but you realize if you suck him off in under 10 minutes you'll have to wait for him to get hard again. If you don't it will be 9 more minutes of agony waiting to feel something in your pussy. Unfortunately from what he said before you know he can't get his cock inside you while your arms and legs are taped to the desk. You decide to give him a good blowjob but not a great one and hope when it's over that he'll remove the tape from your legs and fuck you from behind. Worst case he'll go back to his original plan and give you even more oral pleasure than you're giving him.

After a few minutes he asks "I don't suppose you're one of those rare women that really enjoys giving a blowjob?"

You want to say "Yes" but with his cock in your mouth you can't speak and between the cock in your mouth and the hands on your head you can't nod. As he shifts a little you feel his cock slide in the deepest so far and your office echoes with another CRACK. Even with his cock partway down your throat the stimulation bombarding your body causes you to moan.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to push that far but I will say you took that bit down your throat like a champ. So I guess I just answered my own question." He chuckles a bit. "The funny part is that the question was really just another setup so that I could smack your luscious ass again." He let's go of your head, "Since you not only seem to like sucking cock but are really good at it, do you want me to push a bit more and get it all the way in?"

They say during sex, and many other times, men think with their little heads and not their big ones. In that instant you know it's sometimes true for women too because it feels like your pussy and not your head is the source of the head nod telling him you want to feel his cock as far down your throat as it can go, his balls touching your chin and his crotch pressed against your face. Your face begins to flush as your raw need embarrasses you but then fades as you're taken by complete surprise when he pulls his cock completely out of your mouth.

You hear movement and decide he must have squatted down because his voice comes from in front of you rather than above when he asks "Just so we're clear, do you want to see if you can deep throat my cock? Before you answer you should know this isn't a trick. You can't see it but my cock is just average sized. If you decide to try you're not gonna suddenly have a 10 inch meat stick forcing its way down your throat." The flush starts to return as you nod your head up and down again.

Once again you hear his smile, "That's my girl." He puts a hand on either side of your face and kisses you. His lips part and yours follow suit. You feel his tongue reaching out for yours. You respond and the kiss continues. Your lips continue to press against each other as your tongues share a complex dance. The long kiss finally ends.

"For the record that wasn't my cock." You can't help but laugh. When you stop he says "But this is" and you feel the silken, taut, hot skin of the head of his cock brush against your lips. A Cheshire Cat grins forms on your lips before you open your mouth wide. You feel him slide his cock back in your mouth but he leaves his hands off your head. "Here we go" he says as it bottoms out and you relax your throat and start breathing through your nose. He pushes in some and then pulls back. A bit more and then back.

You know he's taking it slow because he's worried about you gagging and that's touching but you want his cock down your throat because you do love sucking cock and because after he'll finally put something in your pussy. On his next push forward you do the same and his cock doesn't stop sliding into your mouth until your nose is pressed into his pubic hair. The fullness of your throat tells you he's on the slightly higher end of average.

"Oh you're full of surprises." He grips your head again and starts moving backwards and forwards just a tiny bit so that the head of his cock never leaves your throat.

"Fuck that feels good. Aghh."

"Jesus Christ you're good at this. Aghhh."

"You should put World Class Cock Sucker on your résumé. Aghhhh."

"Better yet start a Suck-o-Gram business. Aghhhhh."

His hips move faster and you feel the head in your throat swell. "Oh fuck here it comes. Agh. Agh. Agh. Agh. Aghhhhhhhhhh." His body shakes as cum spurts down your throat and his moans drown out yours.

Once. "Agh".

Twice. "Agh."

Again. "Agh."

And lastly a token fourth time. "Aghhhhh."

He starts to slide his cock out of your mouth but stops when just the head remains inside. Without conscious thought you suck in your cheeks and run the tip of your tongue up and down the tip of his cock. You decide his cum tastes even better than his pre-cum. His hips buck and with a soft, audible pop he pulls his cock from your lips.

"Sorry it's a bit sensitive at the moment." His hands slide from the side of your head, along your neck and back down to your chest until each is again cupping one of your breasts. He rolls your rock hard nipples between his fingers and you moan and jump. "I see you are too. I wonder where else you might be sensitive?" His right hand glides down your ribs, past your stomach and belly button, over your hairless mound and cups your soaking wet pussy. His middle finger easily slips between your lips and sinks into your pussy up to the second knuckle. Now it's your turn to fill the room with moans.

"Not sensitive but definitely begging for some attention." He pulls his finger out. "You may not have noticed but I actually went a bit over 10 minutes with that last reprimand. So I think it's only fair that you get to pick what happens next. I'm going to walk back behind the desk, grab a couple of condoms out of my bag and put them on the desk next to the lube. For the record I have both latex and non-latex. Even if you're on your own form of birth control, I'm afraid I have to wear one but when the time comes if you have a preference you can pick which kind. So you have about a minute to a minute and a half to decide where we go from here."

You use the time he gave you to think to make a halfhearted attempt at considering your options. What you've been waiting for since not long after this began is his cock in your pussy but in the last few minutes what's pushed to the forefront of your desire is the burning, all-consuming need to have an orgasm.

"Mr. Smith I don't care what you put where but for the love of God PLEASE put something inside me NOW and make me cum." You hear him chuckle from behind your desk. "Just to be clear, all you want is to cum as quickly as possible and you don't care how? Nothing reasonable is out of bounds?"

"Yes."

"Nothing?" he asks again and taps on the top of the plug still vibrating in your ass. Once again a line of fire runs from your ass to your pussy and you nearly scream "YES".

"Yes that felt good or yes whatever it takes to cum quickly?"

"Yes to both" and you push your hips back hoping he hadn't moved his hand too far from the plug. You're caught completely by surprise when the plug comes in contact with nothing but what feels like a finger begins to slide into your pussy.

A throaty "Ohhhhh" escapes your lips.

"When you said as quickly as possible you weren't kidding. Do you want me to do any of the work?" he asks as he slides his finger in further "Or do you just want me to stand here, hold out a finger or two and watch?"

His finger slides from your pussy as you resume your original position. "I'm all yours so do your worst...I mean your best...I mean please just finish what you started."

He gently puts his hand flat on your right ass cheek then slowly slides it down to the spot below your ass pussy. His hand pauses and then continues down between your legs only stopping when it completely covers your pussy. He gives you a gentle squeeze and then begins to slide his hand back. You feel a finger or two press down and slide between your labia and then you flash back to a moment ago as a fingertip begins to slide into your pussy. His hand changes direction and you moan as the finger slips in deeper.

"Mmmmmhhhhh."

One knucle. "Mmmhhh."

Two knuckles. "Mmmmhhhh."

His hand bottoms out. He slides the finger back out until just the tip remains and then back in again. In and out over and over. After a minute or two you begin thrusting your hips back, meeting his hand. After a thrust that produces an especially loud moan from you he leaves his finger inside, you feel it rotate counterclockwise and you feel his thumb glide across your ass. The next time he draws back he doesn't stop at the tip and his finger pulls all the way out. You gasp at the sudden emptiness and then groan as he pushes two fingers as far in as they can reach.

"Wow that's tight. I can't wait to get my cock in there."

"Neither can I" you reply.

"Well in that case let's get this first one over quick."

He starts sliding his two fingers in and out of your pussy. A slow measured pace at first that gets faster and faster with each additional thrust. After a few strokes you feel him move slightly and are nearly overwhelmed by two new sensations. A finger on his other hand begins rubbing your hard, throbbing clit and the thumb of his hand sawing in and out of your pussy starts hitting the vibrating plug in your ass on every down stroke.

"Oooohhhhh!"

"You like that?"

"Yessssssss."

"Well I guess I better keep it up, no pun intended."

After a thumb joins the finger on your clit and begins gently squeezing and occasionally tugging you lose all sense of time. Your body's sense of touch narrows and is reduced to the fire burning in your pussy and the waves of pleasure radiating out from your clit and your ass. After what seems simultaneously like both an eternity and matter of seconds your orgasm hits. Your pussy tightens around his fingers, your ass clenches the vibrating plug and your legs begin to tremble.

"Oh fuck. Ahh. Ahhh. Ahhhh. Don't stop. Ahhh. Please don't stop. Ahh. Ahh. Ahh. Ahhhhhhhhhh."

The explosion starts just beneath your clit and ripples outwards. You start to get quite loud and suddenly feel teeth biting your ass. This stops the scream forming in your throat but not the ecstasy racing through your body. His fingers continue pounding in and out of your pussy and tugging on your clit. As your orgasm subsides your pussy, and especially your clit, are extremely sensitive and you start jerking each time he slides all the way back in or pinches your rock hard nub. He leaves the fingers deep in your pussy but stops playing with your clit.

"Was that quick enough for you?" Cocooned in your post coital bliss you hear the question but fail to answer. CRACK The slap on your ass pulls you back to reality.

"Was that quick enough for you? Did I meet my your delivery expectations?"

"Yes."

"All of your expectations?" You can hear the grin in his voice again and understand what he's really asking. The flush comes back to your face. "Well you still haven't fucked me yet."

"Head of the class again! But before I complete the delivery I need you to do something for me. Please pick a number between one and five."

"Umm...four?"

"Four? Ok. That was one so that means you need to cum two more times before a fuck you for the fourth. Oh wait, I guess a should have asked what's the most you've ever cum in a single session of sex. I really hope it's at least four or we might be here all day. Or at least until someone comes to check on you. Do you want or need to change your choice?"

Part of you wants to pick a lower number but a bigger part of you wants to cum three more times. "I'm up for the challenge if you are."

That draws an actual laugh. "I am neither surprised nor disappointed at your choice. In case I forget, thank you for starting my work day off in such a fun and enjoyable way."

"Same to you."

He finally withdraws his fingers. A moment later you hear a slight pop, "Oh you taste really nice." You realize he just sucked the results of your orgasm off his fingers and you feel a tingle in your pussy.

"I think I need to try that in its pure form straight from the source." You hear him moving first and then the sound of him moving your desk chair. A sudden creak reminds you that you need to oil the chair and tells you that he sat down in it. There's a slight thump on the desk and then you feel his hands high up on your ass. He gets a firm grip and asks "Could you please lower your hips down just a bit?" You lower them a couple of inches. "Please keep lowering down until I tell you to stop. Lower. Lower. Lowumph." 

You can feel his nose on the skin just above your clit, his lips pressed to your pussy lips and his hands on your ass holding you firmly in place. The lip-to-lip "kiss" he started becomes a French kiss as the tip of his tongue slips between the lips of your pussy. His tongue presses further in and then starts to move. The tip reaching back and forth and up and down. After a few minutes of this lavish exploration you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. You tell yourself that most of it is from his mouth but you know better. Both of you start to moan at nearly the same time.

You almost miss that one of his hands lets go of your ass but your attention is immediately focused when you feel the sting of another slap on your ass. The surprise makes you drive your hips down and his tongue deeper into your pussy. He immediately grabs your ass again and holding your pussy against his face and begins nodding his head up and down dragging his rigid tongue up and down your cleft. Every time his head nods down his nose almost touches your clit and every time he nods it up this tongue does the same. From the continuous teasing of your clit more than the tongue parting your pussy your arousal continues to build. As it approaches the point of no return. You try to force his nose or his tongue to reach your clit by moving your hips in the opposite direction of his head. After the second try you feel his fingers dig deeply in the flesh of your ass and he lifts your pussy off his face.

"NOOOOO!" tears from your lips in a voice possibly a bit too loud but at this point you don't really care. "Please" you almost whimper "I was so close."

"I can tell. The flood beginning to flow from your pussy was as tasty as I expected and I really hated to stop but once again you broke the rules. I let you be on top and you tried to take control again."

"I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted" and he pulls your hips down driving his tongue back into your pussy then he raises them back up and back down again. Up and down over and over. The sound of your pussy slapping against his face sends your mind back a few months ago to the last time a man was behind you driving his cock as far into you as it could reach. Without conscious thought you start raising and lowering your hips on your own. Up until just the tip of his tongue is inside you and then back down until lips press against lips. He lets go of your ass completely and you clench your ass in preparation of the slaps you expect to feel.




Best Birthday Gift Ever



You jump when you feel his fingers gently touch the sides of your hips and continue to glide further up. They move along your sides, under your arms and still further up. You moan when a hand cups each your breasts. He kneads their flesh as you continue to impale yourself faster and faster on his tongue. When he pinches each erect nipple between a finger and thumb it sends you over the edge. Your hips come down hard, your thighs squeeze together as much as they can with a head between them and you make a long, low guttural sound followed by "Fuuuuuck yeeeeesss!" Just as your body begins to relax he tugs on your nipples, stretching them and begins to move the tongue lodged deep in your pussy and you tense again "Jeeeeesus Chriiiiist!". When you finally relax and raise your hips he lets go of your nipples.

"Well that was fun. I didn't realize you were such a religious woman. Hey I was a little preoccupied so I couldn't tell but was that two separate orgasms or just a really long one?" You don't even pause before you answer "Just one wonderfully long one."

"Well in that case I owe you two more. Ready? Or do you need a few minutes?"

The air in your office reeks of sex. You're covered in sheen of sweat. Your nipples are throbbing from a combination of arousal and abuse. Your knees and elbows hurt a little and you wonder if they've got "desk burn". Your legs are still trembling slightly. You can feel rivulets of something rolling down your inner thighs. You're more excited than you can ever recall. "Oh I'm more than ready" you say in your sexiest voice "Are you?"

"I'm ready enough that I could drive a nail into a 2x4 with my cock so driving it into your tasty pussy won't be a problem but I'm saving that for the last one. You should know that I'm kind of an impatient guy so this next one is going to be quick again."

You feel his hands high on your ass again and you don't even wait for him to say anything before you begin lowering your pussy back down onto his magic mouth. When you're close enough to feel his breath on your skin he tugs your hips back and down. His lips engulf your clit and without any preamble he begins sucking in earnest. When the tip of his tongue flicks across the tip of your clit a bolt shoots to your pussy and then up into your abdomen. Your body tries to draw away from the shocking attack on your sex but his firm hands hold you in place.

He removes a hand from your ass after your body stops fighting to get away and then immediately sinks what feels like two fingers as far into your pussy as they can reach. The single thought 'He wasn't kidding about quick' manages to penetrate the haze from by the sexual overload you're experiencing that's clouding your mind. You don't even feel an iota of embarrassment as you start grinding your pussy on his face.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh."

You hear his muffled reply "Mets minish miss" and feel his left hand slide across and down your ass. It grabs hold of the toy still vibrating in your ass. It's been in there so long you've become numb to the vibrations but as he slides it out of your ass the numbness disappears. When he slides it back in the effect is astounding. A new line of fire runs from your ass to your clit, joins the one already emanating from there and ignites your entire body. If feels as if every muscle in your body locks up at the same time and so much fluid rushes out of you that you're afraid you peed on the messenger.

Throughout your very intense orgasm he continues to suck on your clit, finger your pussy and fuck your ass with the toy. Collectively these three things draw the feeling out until the ecstasy almost becomes agony. When your clit is finally too sensitive to be touched you buck your hips up, pulling it from between his lips, sliding your pussy off his fingers and driving the toy back into your ass. "Please that's enough. I can't take anymore right now."

He let's go of the toy, "Good thing my neck was starting hurt and I think a got a cramp in my tongue."

You hear the chair spin and slide back from the desk. It creaks as he stands and you feel the toy slide all the way out of your ass. When the buzzing stops your office is eerily quiet. "Now let's get you off that desk." You feel his hands working at the tape on your right leg. "Sorry about this" and then he pulls it off quickly like a giant Band-Aid.

"Ouch!"

He switches to your left leg and works the tape loose from the desk again. Your office is filled with a loud CRACK as he slaps your ass again and pulls the tape off at the same time.

"Better?"

"Surprisingly yes" you say with a slight grin as he helps you get your legs off the desk one at a time. They both shake a little as you try to put weight on them.

"Ok one second" and you hear him rustle around in his bags again. He moves to the front of the desk and tells you to keep your eyes closed. He lifts your panties off your head and replaces them with a real padded blindfold. "That's probably a little more comfortable and if you don't mind I'd like to keep your old blindfold as a reminder of today's fun?"

"They're all yours."

"Thanks."

He works at the tape on your right arm "Fast or slow?"

"Fast has worked so far" and you feel the Band-Aid sting again. He repeats the process for your other arm, removes your dress completely and then whistles as you rise shakily upright. "Very nice. Your tits felt great in my hands but they definitely look even better than they feel." After everything that's happened in the last hour you surprisingly find yourself blushing. "Thanks."

"We're in the final stretch. Ready or do you need a few minutes?"

"I don't suppose you have any water with you?"

"As a matter of fact I do. Still or sparkling?"

"Excuse me?"

You feel a hand on your hip and shoulder as he guides you back until the seat of the chair brushes the back of your legs. After you sit down he answers your question, "I told you, I believe in customer service. Would you like still bottled water or would you prefer sparkling mineral water?"

You're speechless for a few moments "That may be the most unbelievable part of this morning so far. Bottled water is fine." You hear the seal crack and he presses a bottle into your hand. "While you're working on that please decide on latex or non-latex." 

You sip your water, lean back in the chair, cross your legs and reflect on your day so far. When you got up this morning you were excited at the prospect of a nice dinner with an interesting gentleman. You hoped for some engaging dinner conversation and that the night would end with a kiss on your doorstep. Now you're extremely excited while sitting naked in your office with a man whose face you haven't seen trying to decide what type of condom he should wear when he fucks you. You still haven't figured out who sent the Fuck-o-Gram but honestly you don't care. You're actually toying with the notion of sending yourself another one next month. Throughout your musings your guest has been puttering. He opened a second bottle of water and from the intermittent bag crinkling sounds you'd guess he's been packing up anything he doesn't need to finish his "delivery".

As you finish the bottle of water he asks "So what's your poison?"

"Non-latex."

"Allergy?"

"No, I'm just not sure if anyone's ever used one on me before. A girl's got to try new stuff from time to time right?" For the first time all morning laughter fills your office as the sheer absurdity of your statement hits both of you.

You hear what sounds like a plastic wrapper tearing. "That was a nice tension breaker. Ready to finish?"

"I've have some water and a good laugh, so yeah I think I'm ready. Are you?" He takes one of your hands and guides it to his rock-hard, condom-sheathed penis. "I guess you are" you say with a grin. "How do you want to do this?"

"Well I folded your dress and put it on the desk as a sort of cushion for your hips. Up to this point it's mostly been all about you but I really enjoy fucking a woman from behind. That way I can hold onto her hips, spank her ass, slide a thumb up her ass, slide a hand under her and rub her clit, slide a hand or two up her body and play with her tits or pull her hair. Really there are just so many options from behind it almost makes my head spin."

You reply "Well a few of those ideas made my head spin too. So sex from behind it is. For the record, I'm sort of a fan of that position as well and after spending all morning on my hands and knees I really appreciate the thoughtfulness of the desk and cushion." While at the same time thinking 'I'm thanking a complete stranger for fucking me in a thoughtful manner. How did I become a slut in an hour?'.

You stretch out a hand. He takes it, helps you to your feet and guides you over to the desk again. You find your folded dress by touch, settle your upper body into a comfortable position adjust your cushion and spread your legs. "Ready when you are."

He steps up behind you and cups your pussy with surprising familiarity then curls his middle finger and slips it easily between your moistening lips. "You are nice and ready and so am I." He withdraws his finger and replaces it with the head of his cock. He rubs it slowly up and down the cleft of your pussy. It doesn't feel like he's wearing a condom at all and you make a mental note to buy a box of non-latex condoms. He positions the head at the opening of your pussy and begins pushing into you slowly.

Your first thought is that the three orgasms and two fingers were nice warm ups but this is really what you've been craving since he first ran a finger over your panty covered pussy this morning. He continues pushing until the front of his thighs press against the back of yours and his hands settle on your hips. "Ahhhhh, your pussy feels amazing. It was well worth the work and the wait." He slides almost all the way back out.

"Your cock ain't so bad either. But I think we're doing it wrong. I'm supposed to give you the tip not the other way around."

"Oh I'll give you more than the tip" and with that he thrusts back in at the same slow, measured pace. After a few minutes of this you begin to thrust back. You realize you might be flirting with more consequences but you want him as deep inside as he can reach. After all his talk about options you realize he's probably been on edge for a while and is just going to slide in and out of you as long as he can hold out to prolong his enjoyment. So you take matters into your own hands, literally. You slide your right hand down and start rubbing and flicking your clit and your left hand up to pinch and tug your nipple.

Your actions have two immediate effects. First your pussy spasms around his cock every time you flick your clit. Second watching you pleasure yourself makes him start thrusting faster and harder. After another few minutes you feel your fourth and final orgasm starting to build. Unlike the last three, this one builds slowly. It possesses a tenderness that the others lacked. Ironically you think it almost feels anticlimactic after the explosive intensity of the first three orgasms.

"Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ahhhhh." You recover quickly and say "Happy Fucking Birthday to me, no pun intended" and chuckle. "Thank you, that was the best birthday present I've received in a very long time."

"You're welcome. Can you give me a minute to finish up and then we can chat all you want?"

You get a wicked idea, "Sure, if you want. But considering how much you seem to like my ass I was thinking you might like to cum on it rather than in my pussy." He slides all the way into you and stops.

"Really?" and the tone of his voice tells you the offer clearly takes him by surprise.

"Yes, really."

The timbre of his voice shifts and you guess he's struggling not to cum simply from the thought. "That sounds great to me. Can you please say 'You have my permission to remove your condom and cum on my ass.'?"

"Why?"

"For the official record."

Then it hits you, "Wait...you've been recoding the whole time?"

"Yes."

"I didn't realize" you pause for a moment, "Any chance I can get a copy?"

He chuckles, "We'll see but I really need your permission and I need it pretty quick if you know what I mean."

"Oh right, you have my permission to remove the condom and cum on my ass" and then you squeeze your pussy around his cock.

He practically screams "Hey that's not fair" as he slides out of your wet, snug tunnel. You feel his legs sliding against yours as he struggles to remove the condom and then something hard and hot slides between the cheeks of your ass. "Please no boinking this time" he says as he places a hand on top of your ass and his cock. He starts moving his hips back and forth and you can feel his cock parting the cheeks of your ass more and more with each stroke.

After about a half dozen back and forth strokes his cock settles all the way down and you can't resist any longer. On a down stroke you 'boink' and catch just the head of his cock between your cheeks. He immediately says "Oh Fuck!" an you feel him start to slide his cock back up. It feels like the first spurt lands right on top of your sphincter. He barely slides up at all before the next spurt floods the crease between your cheeks. He manages to push until you feel his scrotum against your ass before the last two spurts land on your lower back like a jism temporary tramp stamp.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh. That was incredible. Now it's my turn to thank you sexy lady."

'I'll show you sexy lady' you think and reach back to locate the sticky mess on your back before slowly rubbing it into your skin. Next you slide your hand further down, push his cock aside, dredge your middle finger through the fluid in the crack of your ass and add it to the pool on your sphincter. A sharp intake of breath tells you he's watching your every movement. With a wicked grin he can't see from his position you slide your middle finger as far into your ass as you can.

"Fuuuuuck me! If I hadn't just cum I'd be shooting all over your ass and hand right now."

You pull your finger out, drag your index finger through what's left of the mess between your cheeks and then stick your gooey finger in your mouth. "Might as well start and end with a taste of you." As he leans over and kisses you on your shoulder you ask, "So do I get my message now?"

"Yeah" and he sounds both disappointed and nervous.

"Well I don't know who sent you but I owe them a BIG thank you. That was probably the best sex I've ever had and you did some things to me that I've only ever fantasized about. So what's the message and who sent it?"

"The message is 'Are you free for dinner Friday night?'" he says still with a hint of nervousness. You start to laugh out loud. A real, deep, belly shaking laugh. When you finally calm down and catch your breath, "Really? Someone sent you to fuck me like I've never been fucked before and then they want you to ask me to go out on a date with them? What is this X-rated high school?!? They must be fucking nuts!"

"Well it's a kind of complicated but I will say he's a pretty good guy."

"Really? How do you know?"

"Um...well...I don't work for a Fuck-o-Gram service. I doubt any of them even exist. I've seen you in the coffee shop lots of times and from the very first time I saw you I thought you were incredibly attractive but you always had an air of sadness around you. I assumed you had a lot going on in your life. A lot of stress. I didn't want to make it worse so I never said anything. Then a couple of weeks ago you got a phone call while you were waiting for your coffee and within seconds your face lit up. The sadness was banished and it was the most beautiful you've ever looked. Right then I decided you deserved to have that look on your face at least once a month. This is the best I could come up with for the first month." As he talked your smile faded and your face now wears a neutral expression. When he finishes a tangible silence hangs in the room.

He stands up and takes a step back, "Please say something."

You pull the blindfold off, look over your shoulder and recognize the barista you always thought was cute and funny and therefore taken and unavailable. Ironically his name really is John.

A big grin forms on your lips and you hand him the blindfold, "I get off work at 5:00 pm on Friday. Pick me up here and don't be late. We're going out for a nice dinner so I'll wear my favorite little black dress and I expect you to wear something that coordinates nicely." With a twinkle in your eye and a nod of your head towards the space under the desk you add, "And make sure you bring that fucking bag of goodies or should I call it your bag of fucking goodies?"



Birthday Gift



To this day I still can't believe my boyfriend talked me into it. I never thought things would turn out the way they did. I guess I just want to blame someone else, when in fact, I just let things get carried away. The thing is, even though I know it's wrong, I'm not sorry it happened. I guess I'm getting a little ahead of myself, I should start at the beginning.

My younger brother Tom was turning 18 years old and I was trying to think of an appropriate gift. Between the apartment and the car, there was very little money left over for non-essentials. I asked my boyfriend if he had any ideas. He thought for a few minutes then got this real big grin on his face. "I've got the perfect idea," he said. "It's a gift I know he'd love to get and would never expect to receive."

He told me his idea. To say I was shocked put it mildly. "You want me to strip in front of my brother! How can you even suggest such a thing?" 

He just laughed, "Geez, when did you turn into such a prude. I didn't suggest that you to have sex with him just tease him a little. You've told me how he was always trying to catch you undressed. You know it's something that he wants. You probably wouldn't even have to strip completely if you didn't want. I'll bet anything that it would be the gift that he would remember for the rest of his life, especially if you stripped completely."

I took a few minutes to calm down and think about it. It wouldn't cost a thing and he would certainly enjoy it. I wasn't a prude, but I wasn't sure I could strip in front of my brother. As I warmed to the idea, I started to rationalize that it wouldn't be incest because we wouldn't be having sex. In fact, it wouldn't be much different from the time I caught him peaking into the bathroom as I was stepping out of the shower. I smiled at Mark and said, "The gift of a lifetime, good idea." 

I called Tom and told him to stop by next Saturday at 8:00 for his birthday gift. I spent the week practicing in front of Mark. He gave me tips and pointers as I practiced my routine. Each evening ended with some of the best sex that we have ever had. That should have concerned me, but to be honest, I was so having so much fun that it never crossed me mind. 

Finally Saturday night arrived. We placed a chair in the middle of the room and made room in the closet for Mark to hide and watch. "I'm not so sure that it's a good idea for you to be here," I told him. 

"It was my idea. Besides I love watching your routine," he replied. "I also want to be here so I can fuck your brains out as soon as Tom leaves." 

We heard a knock on the door and Mark hid while I let Tom in. "Happy birthday little brother," I said as I opened the door. He took off his shoes as he entered my apartment. I giggled thinking, that I was the one that was supposed to be stripping not him. He looked at me puzzled, by my giggling. We went to the kitchen chatting. 

He saw the empty beer cans on the counter and said, "Are you drunk?" 

"Just a bit tipsy," I replied. I was nervous and couldn't stop my endless chatter. I gave him a beer and asked, "Are you ready for your present?"

I'm sure he had no idea what was about to happen. I looked like I was conservatively dressed. In fact I had on several layers of clothing. All he could see is that I had on a button down blouse and a skirt that buttoned up the side.

"Sure," he said. "But you really didn't have to get me anything. I know things are tight." I took his hand and pulled him into the living room and had him sit in the 'birthday chair'. 

I turned my back to him and walked across the room to the stereo. I hesitated wondering if I could actually do this. My hands were shaking, was it excitement or fear, to this day I'm still not sure. I took a deep breath and turned on the music.

I paused getting up my nerve, then started to dance and turned around. I glanced at his face and saw a look of confusion. Embarrassed I looked down at the floor and felt my face turn red. I didn't stop, that would have been even more awkward. 

The dance was a sultry slow dance. I slowly moved my hips in a suggestive manner. Looking at the floor I was able to pretend that Tom wasn't there and that I was just practicing. The alcohol I had consumed prior to his arrival also helped me to relax. 

I took a deep breath as my fingers moved to the top buttons on my blouse. I undid the top two buttons as I slowly swayed to the music. I looked up at Tom again, just to see his reaction. I was stunned by the look in his eyes; it was a look of pure desire. He was taking in every suggestive movement. That was all the encouragement I needed. I unbuttoned the bottom two buttons on my blouse next. 

His eyes were glued to my breasts in hopes that the remaining buttons would be next. I smiled and slowly undid the bottom two buttons on my skirt. Soon I had only one button left on my top and one button left on my skirt. He was getting to see a lot of skin but I really hadn't exposed anything yet. I could still stop I told myself, but after looking at the desire in his eyes I knew that stopping really wasn't an option. He was in my power, mesmerized by my every movement. 

I undid the final button on my top, but held the blouse closed with my hands. In one smooth, well-practiced motion, I let the blouse fall to the floor. I smiled when I saw the look of disappointment in his face when he saw that I was wearing a bikini top. I continued to dance and slowly undid the button holding my skirt on. As the skirt fell to my feet I kicked it up at Tom. Tom admired my green bikini as I danced.

I stopped dancing as the song ended, and downed the last of my beer. "Don't stop," he pleaded. "It was just getting good."

"Can I get you anything, perhaps another beer?" I hadn't planned on stopping at this point, but I needed something to drink. I was more turned on than I had ever been, I don't know why. All I knew was that I needed a drink.

"Sure," he replied. I walked into the kitchen and got us both a beer. Mine was half gone by the time I handed Tom his. The pause between songs on the CD had long since passed. "The music's started again," he hinted.

I smiled, and started to dance again. It was probably due to the alcohol, but my dancing became even more suggestive and erotic. I danced up to him and shimmied my tits just inches from his face. I moved back a few steps and continued with my routine. I slowly slid one strap off my shoulder. A few moments later I slipped off the other shoulder strap. 

Tom was enthralled. I saw him fidgeting and looked down at his lap and noticed a big bulge. He saw me look and his face turned red. The bikini top was still held in place by the clasp around my back. I moved my hands down and made it look like I was going to pull down my bikini bottoms. 

I watched Tom as he continued to fidget even more. When I looked at his bulge I suddenly knew why. His cock was trying to rise to the occasion, but it was trapped by his shorts and was growing down his leg. He was obviously uncomfortable. I'm not sure what came over me, but I danced up to him and said, "Stand up." 

He refused, so I took hold of his hands and pulled him out of the chair. In one quick movement I undid the clasp and yanked, his shorts fell around his ankles. His cock sprang to attention now that it was no longer restrained. His boxers did little to hide the bulge of his cock. I pushed him down into the chair and asked, "Is that better?" 

"ummm, yeah," he stammered. "Much better actually." 

I bent down in front of him, giving him a good view of my cleavage. I pulled his shorts the rest of the way off. I gave them a twirl and tossed them across the room. 

I continued my dance, moving one hand behind my back to the clasp on my bikini top. I undid the clasp but held it in place by putting my free arm across my breasts. His eyes were begging me to move my arm. I gave him a big smile and flung my top at him. He tried to catch it but his attention was elsewhere. 

He thought he was going to see my tits but he was wrong, kind of anyway. I had on one of my sheer bras. I had cut off the shoulder straps so he wouldn't know it was there. I smiled as I saw the look on his face. I was still covered, but I knew he could see the dark skin of my areola and my hard nipples though the thin material.

Another song ended and he shouted, "Don't stop, please I beg you, don't stop."

I continued to dance. My tits were swaying more freely, bobbing and swaying with my every movement. His eyes were glued to my nipples. My smile faltered when I looked down at his lap. I expected to see the bulge in his boxers. Instead I saw his hard cock jutting out the hole in his boxers. I almost stopped at that point, but when I saw the pre-cum glistening on the tip of his cock, I knew I had to continue.

I rubbed my hands across my bra-covered breasts as they moved down to my bikini bottoms. I slipped my fingers under them as I danced. In one quick movement, I slid them down and kicked them over at Tom. They hit him in the face, but he didn't even try to catch them. His eyes took in the sheer panties I was wearing. The material did little to hide the small triangle of hair beneath. 

My panties were even more sheer than my bra. I knew he could see my bush as if it wasn't even covered. I danced a little more quickly so he wouldn't get too good a view of my pussy lips. 

"Oh, my God," I heard him utter. I continued to dance turning so he was looking at my ass. I bent over at the waist, which gave him a good view of the outline of my pussy lips. What I didn't know, was that I was so wet that the material had become completely see-through and he could see my pussy completely. 

I was down to my last two pieces of clothing, but I knew I wouldn't stop. I noticed that he had pulled his T-shirt down to cover the fact that he was stroking his cock. I danced up to him, shaking my tits inches from his face. In one quick movement I grabbed his shirt and yanked it over his head, ripping it off of him. 

"Hey!" he exclaimed.

"What's good for the goose is good for the gander," I laughed. I continued to dance, enjoying his discomfort. His hand was wrapped around the shaft of his rigid cock. The red tip was glistening with pre-cum. His face was almost as red as his cock. 

I moved my right hand behind my back to the clasp of my sheer bra. I covered my breasts with my left arm as I unclasped the bra. My arm still covered my tits as I tossed the bra across the room with my free hand. 

I put a hand over each breast as I danced up to him. When I was standing right in front of the chair I dropped my arms exposing my tits to my brother. My breasts swayed and jiggled as I bent in front of him letting them dangle freely.

"They're beautiful," he whispered. "Better than I had ever dreamed."

"Stand up," I commanded. He stood slowly, his eyes never leaving my hard rosy nipples. His cock was still pointing at me through the hole in his boxers. I quickly put my hands in the waistband and pulled them down, then pushed him back into his chair laughing. I stared at his glistening cock and balls as he bent forward and removed his socks, he was now completely naked!

I put my hands in the waistband of my sheer panties and started slowly pulling them down as I swayed to the music. My neatly trimmed bush slowly came into view. I smiled because he didn't know where to look, his gaze shifted between my bouncing breasts and my pussy that was slowly being exposed. In one quick well-practiced motion, I slid them down and kicked them off. 

I continued to dance in front of him, both of us completely nude. I turned around and bent at the waist and looked at him through my spread legs. I knew this position exposed me completely. I stood and danced over to the chair. I stopped and stood straddling the chair. I could feel his hot breath on my nipples since they were just fractions of an inch away from his face. I jumped when I felt his tongue dart out and lick my nipple. It was like I an electric shock. My pussy became even wetter. I couldn't move away. A few seconds later he sucked my whole nipple in his mouth. I moaned audibly as I backed away. I saw my breast stretch since he was still sucking on my nipple. My breast bounced wildly when my nipple came free. 

I looked down at my brother; this really hadn't gone the way I expected. I planned on finishing by giving him a lap dance. Making him cum in his shorts. I didn't dare give him a lap dance when he was naked, did I? 

I was too caught up in the moment to stop. I straddled the chair when I danced back to Tom. I looked into his eyes and saw the lust on his face as I lowered myself onto his knees. He reached for my tits and started fondling them as I slowly slid forward. I was very careful to make sure that I trapped his cock between us, firmly sandwiched between our bellies. 

I leaned back slightly allowing his hands better access to my tits. At the same time my clit rubbed across the shaft of his cock. "Oh, yes," I moaned and started moving my hips so my clit would rub up and down his hard shaft. 

Toms lips found mine and we kissed deeply, our tongues entwining. My movements became faster and faster, I was about to cum. I was losing control and Tom knew it. 

Before I knew what was happening he moved his hands to my waist and lifted me off his lap. Suddenly I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy and I broke the kiss. I tried to tell him, "No, stop." But, before I could make a sound he let me drop and I felt his cock enter my wet pussy. "Uhhhh, Ohhhh, yes," I moaned instead. 

"You feel fantastic," he said. "You don't know how long I've fantasized about this." He started thrusting, his cock sinking deeper and deeper with each stroke.

The feel of my brother's cock sliding deep, pushed me over the edge. "Oh my God, ohhh my Goddddd," I chanted as my orgasm approached. I hugged him tightly as I came hard, my body bucking wildly as the orgasm ripped through me. 

When I caught my breath I realized that I was sitting on my brothers lap with his cock buried deep in my pussy. I slowly started moving up and down on his cock thinking "I can't believe that I'm actually fucking my brother!"

I looked into his eyes and said, "Fuck me Tom. Fuck me hard!"

He started thrusting his cock into my pussy faster and faster. He was slamming into me when he announced, "I'm going to cum. Yesssss, I'm fucking my sister and I'm going to fill her with my cum." He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight as he thrust deep one last time. I felt his cum splashing inside me as he held me on his lap unable to move. I kissed him deeply as his body spasmed and twiched as his cock shot spurt after spurt of his sperm into me. We were both panting and I collapsed forward wrapping my arms around him. 

After the realization hit me I panted, "Oh, my God, what have I done? I've let my brother fuck me!" I tried to get slid off him, but he held me tight. His twitching cock still filling me with cum.

"Not yet," he whispered. 

He was a lot stronger than I am, so I just sat there with my brother's cock wedged in my pussy, waiting for him to release me. I felt his cock start to soften and shrink. Unable to move I just sat there and as he sucked on my tits, lightly biting my nipples. Finally I felt his cock slip out of pussy. 

I slid off his lap and kneeled in front of him. "Did you like your present, little brother?" I asked. 

"God yes! It was incredible."

I looked him in the eyes saying, I enjoyed it too. I spread his legs and leaned forward. I lightly grasp his cock and licked its length with my tongue. I then sucked his soft cock into my mouth licking off the cum. His hands found my breasts and started fondling them. "Mmmm," that feels nice I murmured as I let his cock slip from my mouth. I started slowly licking from his balls to the tip of his cock. 

"That feels awesome, you're a great cocksucker." After about 10 minutes he was hard and ready for action. I stood, took his hand and we walked back into the bedroom. I could feel his cum oozing out of my cunt and down my legs as we walked.

"I want you to fuck me again. I need to feel your hard cock in me now!" I said. I pulled him onto the bed and he immediately rolled me on my back climbing between my legs. I felt the tip of his cock at the entrance to my pussy and moaned loudly when the bulbous head slid inside. Tom started fucking me with long slow strokes as I wrapped my legs around his back locking him in place. 

"Yes, fuck me little brother, I want more of your cum in me. I need you fill me again." Passion and lust had taken over. 

"My God, you're great, I'm going to fill you with cum again. Yes, I'm going to impregnate you!" He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me passionately while he slowly increased his pace. He broke the kiss as his pace became frantic, I knew he was close to cumming. 

"Yes, cum in me, I want to have your baby!" I cried out. I was on the pill so I wasn't worried about getting pregnant. As long as it was his birthday, I might as well go along with his fantasy. 

I started bucking against him and cried out "Oh, my God, I'm cumming". My orgasm must have pushed him over the edge because he plunged deep and held himself there, filling me with squirt after squirt of his incestuous cum.

He lay on top of me for a few minutes. I knew from the last time that he wanted to savor the feeling of having his cock buried deep in his sister. I just lay under him, kissing him passionately. When I felt his cock slip out he sighed and rolled off onto his back. 

I rolled on my side, my breast laying on his chest and said, "I hope you enjoyed your birthday present little brother." All he could do was grin widely. 

Suddenly I remembered that Mark was still in the closet. I looked over at the clock, it was 9:20. I told Tom he had to leave. He protested, but I told him that my boyfriend Mark was supposed to come over at 9:30. I laughed as he shot out of bed, and raced to the living room to get his clothes. I walked out, still naked, and watched him dress hurriedly. I walked him to the door and let him feel me up one last time as we kissed good-bye.

As soon as the door closed, the closet door flew open. Mark was standing there completely naked with a raging hard-on. I ran to his arms and we kissed hotly, we ran to the bedroom and jumped onto the bed. He rolled me on my back.

I expected him to stick his cock in me and start pumping, instead he put his face between my legs. His tongue went to work lapping. "Ohhh my God, that's incredible. Don't stop," I begged. His tongue alternated from lapping at my pussy, flicking my clit, and plunging into my open pussy. "Yes, eat my bothers cum," I instructed. I came twice before he finished eating the last of my brothers cum out of my pussy.

He climbed between my open legs, his hard cock positioned at my sloppy entrance. He thrust forward sinking his cock to the root in one quick motion, causing us both to moan loudly. All I could do was hold on, as his cock pistoned in and out of my cunt. 

"You were incredible," he grunted. "I've never seen something that erotic in all my life." He was grunting and moaning, completely out of control. 

"Yes, fuck me, I want you to mix your cum with my brother's," I begged. "Ohhhh, I'm going to cum again!" A few strokes later his body stiffened and he rammed his cock deep. I felt his cum praying into me, mixing with my brother's.

He collapsed, and rolled over on his side. I could feel his cum dripping out of my wide-open pussy. "I've never been that excited," he said. "I couldn't believe my eyes when you let your brother fuck you." I didn't say anything; I just let him continue to ramble. It was reassuring to hear that I wasn't the only one that was excited by the turn of events. 

After a few minutes of talking I told him that he had to leave. He protested but I told him that I was tired and had to come to grips with everything that happened. He dressed and I walked him to the door. I let him feel me up one last time, just like my brother, as we kissed goodnight.




Birthday Gift



I walked back to the bedroom and lay down, thinking. My hand found its way to my dripping pussy, I put a finger in and brought it to my lips and licked it clean. Eventually I fell asleep, but not before reaching the following conclusion. I was an adult, my brother was an adult and I was on the pill so I couldn't get pregnant. What was the problem? I decided there wasn't one. We were all consenting adults. 

The next morning my Mom called. I was suddenly afraid that Tom let something slip. I didn't tell him not to tell anyone, I thought it was obvious. I was relieved when she said, "Tom told us that you gave him some beers last night for his birthday. You know that he isn't 21 and not old enough to drink. You should have at least used some common sense and had him sleep over instead of letting him drive home drunk. What were you thinking?"

I almost burst out laughing. I grinned, thinking about what would happen as I said, "From now on if I ever give him something to drink, I'll make sure he sleeps over." I hung up and I began to plan for my brother's next visit.



Birthday Gift



She woke to the sounds of "Happy Birthday" and the smell of wax melting. Groaning, Alysson grabbed the comforter and pulled it up and over her head, creating a warm cocoon.

"Wake up, Birthday Girl."

"Go away, Benjamin."

"Nope. Not gonna"

Alysson felt the blanket sliding out of her grip and closed her eyes against the glare of sunlight streaming in through her bedroom window. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" she grumbled.

"Eleven fifteen. Time for you to get up."

Alysson opened an eyelid to look up at her best friend and said, "Time for you to go home."

Instead of replying to her surly remark, Benjamin grabbed her hands and feet and began to drag her out of bed.

"Would you stop it! What the hell's gotten into you?"

"Go get in the shower, get yourself all prettied-up or whatever it is you do in the mornings, and get your ass back in here. I've got a surprise for you."

"Why can't I just have it right now?"

"Because. Now go get your ass in the shower. And be quick. I've got plans."

Alysson sighed and tossed a glare over her shoulder as she headed towards the bathroom. "This better be good."

Benjamin smiled, said, "Of course it is," and then winked at her before turning and walking back into the living room, filling Alysson with even more curiosity.

"Where are we now?" Alysson asked. So far, they'd gone to her favorite restaurant, shopping, and to an afternoon double feature. After that, they'd gone to their favorite bar, where she'd had maybe a little too much too drink, as she was feeling quite relaxed. It was now somewhere around 10 p.m. and a light summer rain had begun to fall, filling the air with its fresh, clean scent and helping to cool off the temperature a little bit, too. She loved the rain, and she had a feeling they were somewhere out in the open, but she couldn't tell as Benjamin had insisted she put a blindfold over her eyes for this last part of her birthday surprise.

"You'll find out in a minute. Be patient, woman."

"Oh, shut up."

Benjamin grabbed Alysson's hand and slowly began to lead her away from the car. As they walked, her toes grew wet, and she couldn't help but become more and more curious as to their whereabouts. Finally, after about five minutes worth of walking, they stopped and Benjamin removed her blindfold.

Looking around her, Alysson saw that they were at the river with a soft rain falling around them. Glancing at Benjamin, she barely noticed the umbrella and picnic basket in his hand. "Why are we here?"

Benjamin simply smiled as he set the basket and umbrella down. He straightened, turned toward her, and grabbed her hand. Alysson gasped as he pulled her to him, flush against his body. One arm wrapped around her and the other came up so that his hand could softly stroke the side of her face. "Have I told you yet today how beautiful you are?"

"No." Oh. So that's what this was all about she thought to herself; the only time he ever told her she was beautiful in that tone of voice with that look on his face was when he wanted to fuck her. Not that she was complaining, it just helped to explain a lot.

"Well, you are. And I hope you've had a good birthday."

Alysson smiled and said, "It hasn't been too bad. But there're still a few hours left of the day, and I have nothing to do."

Benjamin raised an eyebrow and asked, "Oh, really? Well, I know this guy, who thinks you're really pretty and would really like to get to know you better, if you get what I mean."

"Hmm. I think I do. And where is this guy? Who is he?"

"Well, his name's Ben, and he's out by the river, all by himself, wondering how he should approach you."

"Oh, well, then. Tell this Ben guy that lunch in my favorite restaurant, shopping, and movies are always a good way to get my attention. And if there's some alcohol involved, it doesn't hurt."

Alysson's hand had snaked back to cradle his neck, and she smiled as she slowly brought his mouth down to hers. Their lips touched and she felt the tingles slice through her body, just as they had all the other times their lips had touched and tangled. Their tongues met, slowly teasing each other, building in intensity and pressure. She broke the kiss and slid her hands up under his shirt. Nibbling on his bottom lip, she murmured, "I wanna feel you inside me."

Benjamin groaned and crushed her lips with his, the intensity of their kiss almost feral. Alysson began to unbutton his shirt, but her fingers were trembling with the intensity of her arousal, so she asked, "How much do you like this shirt?"

"Tear the buttons off, I don't care," he murmured as he gripped the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head.

Alysson gripped both edges of his shirt and pulled. The little white buttons popped off and flew everywhere, scattering on the wet grass around them. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the ground to join the buttons. Her mouth met his once again as her hands played over his chest, sinking deep into the soft hair there before finding his nipples and slowly flicking them and rubbing them just the way she knew he liked her to. He groaned and slipped his hands around her back to undo her bra. She drew her arms through each strap and felt him grab the piece of lingerie from in between them and toss it.

"Naked. We need to be naked," Benjamin panted as he kicked away his shoes.

"Yeah, we do." Alysson?s voice was breathless and throaty.

They reached for the buttons of their jeans at the same time and drew the material down over legs and feet and tossed them to the side. Alysson reached out and grabbed the waistband of Benjamin's boxers before pulling them down and letting them drop to his ankles. As she dropped to her knees in front of him, Benjamin picked up his feet and kicked his boxers away from him before taking off his socks. Alysson smiled up at him, pushed her hair behind her ears, and grabbed his dick.

She lightly kissed the head before sticking her tongue out and slowly circling the head with it. He groaned and she slowly began to take him into her mouth, sucking him in slowly, inch by inch, until she'd taken all of him in. She then slowly drew her head back, her hand still gripping the base of his penis, and began to stroke him as she sucked him, her hand and head moving in the same motion in time with each other.

Benjamin looked down at Alysson and pushed her hair behind her ears again so that he could see her face. Their eyes met and he groaned as he felt a hand on his balls. He could feel his balls tightening and knew that he was close to cumming.

Alysson heard his groan and began to move her head even faster up and down his dick. She felt his balls tighten, heard him say, "I'm gonna cum," and took all of him into her mouth. His body tightened and she felt the semen fill her mouth seconds before she swallowed. Her eyes never leaving his, she waited until he was completely done before slowly sliding her mouth away from him. Her tongue flicked out and caught the few remaining drops of fluid from the head of his penis before licking her lips and catching the few drops that had managed to escape from her mouth.

Benjamin dropped to the ground and pushed her back so that she was lying on the wet grass. His mouth met hers and their tongues met, massaged each other as his hands drew her damp panties down over her legs before tossing them to the side. He slowly began to kiss his way down her cheek and chin, neck and shoulder blades to her breasts, where he knew she liked to be touched and kissed. His teeth lightly nipped a hard nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard--just the way she liked it. She moaned and arched her hips against him as his mouth transferred to the other breast and his hand snaked down to the wetness between her thighs.

He lightly fingered her clit, making her gasp, before his finger slid lower to enter her. "You're wet."

"Oh, yeah," she panted breathlessly as his finger slowly slid in and out of her, stroking her lightly.

Her legs fell apart of their own accord and Benjamin moved down the length of her body, kissing the undersides of her breasts and her stomach as he did so. His mouth finally landed between her legs. He pushed apart her lips and lightly flicked her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue before applying more pressure and increasing his pace. Alysson's hips arched against his face as she felt the combined sensations of Benjamin's tongue caressing her clit and his finger inside of her.

"Are you gonna cum?" he whispered.

"Yes!" she screamed seconds before her body tightened and her orgasm rocketed through her.

Benjamin positioned himself over her once again and entered her as her muscles where still convulsing. Alysson wrapped her legs around him and lifted her hips so that he was completely inside of her. Their mouths met again as they began to move together, Benjamin pushing in and out and Alysson's hips meeting his in rhythm.

"Harder, Benjamin," she panted.

He complied, stroking in and out faster and harder, pushing himself in completely before withdrawing and pushing back in again. Her moan, combined with the feeling of her nails lightly digging into his back, almost made him lose it as his pace became faster and faster and their movements became even more frenzied.

Concerned now with only gaining release, Alysson reached down and began to rub her clit, the motion almost frenetic in her need to achieve orgasm.

"Oh, God. Benjamin!"

Benjamin felt her smooth muscles tighten around his penis and his pace picked up even more as her legs clamped around him and the walls of her vagina milked him. He came suddenly and quickly. He felt Alysson's muscles still spasming around his dick and the sperm shooting out of the head and held himself suspended above her, lost in his own release.

Slowly, their breathing calmed and the heat emanating off of their bodies began to abate. The rain still falling around them, Alysson made a sound in the back of her throat, almost like a purr, and arched her back. "Now that was a birthday present."



Birthday Gift



It was the masters Birthday and Angel so wanted to please him. They had been invited out to a country estate, Angel was glad she had taken care to dress for the evening.

The silk black thong slid between her rounded cheeks and her sheer black stockings encased her legs. It was hard to breath in the Basque the Master had brought her; he wanted her curvaceous body to be tightly encased.

If she got too excited it would cause pain not pleasure, he would teach her restraint. A wrap around silk skirt finished the effect with “fuck me “stilettos shoes on her feet. 

The Manor house was from another era and Angel easily stepped in to her role of willing slave. The Master gave himself a Birthday present by giving Angel to his three friends to enjoy. Angel was to deny them nothing; her only instruction was to keep her eyes on the Master.

Leaving the luxurious surroundings of the ground floor, Angel led the men to a door on the first floor. She invited the men in to the room; the men knew they were going to have an interesting evening.

A vast bed dominated the room, heavy velvet drapes covered the windows, a sofa and a chair were to the right of the bed and a large screen with a mirror was to the left. The Master took his place in the chair letting Angel take centre stage. The men had an idea of what was about to take place, but still couldn’t believe their luck.

The previous week each man had received an invitation from the master “indulge in your wickedest dreams, live your fantasy”. As each man arrived at the Manor house, each had voiced their eagerness to play with the Masters women.

All three men were now sat on the sofa, Angel disappeared behind the screen but by fate or cleaver planning the mirror was angled for the men to see. Angel unwrapped her skirt revealing her rounded cheeks, hooking her fingers through her thong she eased them down her legs, bending at the waist to take them off.

Her bottom was high in the air, the same thought went through each mans mind, she was at just the right angle to be fucked up the arse, each man wanted that pleasure. As she turned to undo her Basque the Master stopped her, it would be erotic having her encased as she was fucked by his friends.

Walking from behind the screen in her stockings, shoes and Basque, Angel walked towards the men, as she stood in front of them legs apart, the men saw she was well trimmed and incredibly horny her muskiness filled the room. In her closed hand she held three straws, she invited the men to choose. The short straw was her mouth the middle straw her pussy and the long straw her arse.

Each took their turn choosing a straw, the first man drew the middle straw, Angel took his hand a led him over to the bed, the man pushed Angel on to the bed he nudged open her legs, she lay there vulnerable, open to him. She hoped he would be quick, he undressed and climbed on to the bed and with out warning plunged into her.

The Basque restricted her cry, again the man pounded into her, riding her, he quickened his pace and he could see she was struggling for breath but the Master wouldn’t allow her any freedom from the Basque and so banishing all thoughts of her discomfort, fucked her again and again, he slammed his length deep in to her, her muscles were tight around him, she was hot and slippery.

As he came inside her Angel turned her head and looked into her Masters eyes and the man could feel her muscles tighten as she squeezed the last juices out of him. Even though he had just fucked her, Angel wasn’t here with him, she and the Master were in another dimension.

The second man was turned on by Angel being fucked in front of him by the man who had drawn the first straw. While Angel was still lying on the bed he walked over to her and started to slowly stroke her body, he slipped two fingers inside her bruised pussy and felt the sticky liquid then cupping his fingers lifted them to her mouth for her to suck dry.

Angel lapped it up like nectar, she was greedy for more, so he gave her more. Unzipping his trousers and releasing his swollen cock, he lifted her head back and she took the full length of him in to her mouth, her tongue caressed him, sliding down him tracing the throbbing vanes, Angel wasn’t comfortable so sat up and pushed the man on to his back, with her arse stuck up in the air she leaned over him. From a bedside draw she retrieved a jar of honey, slipping her fingers into the gooey substance she then drizzled the honey onto the mans cock and with both hands she caressed his skin.

The honey felt warm and sticky, lowering her face down to him she kissed and licked the sweet nectar flicking her tongue into the slit she tasted the mans nectar. Like a baby greedily feeding Angel took the man in her mouth and sucked, the two men sitting on the sofa were mesmerised by her bottom swaying in unison with her mouth. They could almost feel her lips on their cocks, maybe he hadn’t picked the short straw after all.

The Master got up from his chair and whilst Angel was sucking his friend caressed her bottom, she move against his hand wanting his fingers to plunge into her bottom, instead he took the laces of her Basque and tightened them. He wanted to see how much Angel could bare, he wanted total control over her, even her ability to breath.

After pushing her head deeper into the man’s lap he returned to his chair. Angel was eager for the man to cum inside her, she was so wet and horny she wanted all three men to fuck her, to fill her, she wanted every hole invaded she wanted to be fucked, buggered and wanted her Master to watch her oozing with cum out of every orifice.

Taking the man deep in her throat she felt him Cumming, resisting the urge to swallow he filled her mouth and only when turning round and locking eyes with her Master did she swallow. 

Angel now Standing in front of her the Master watched him take out of his pocket a small ball tied with velvet ribbon he slipped the ball into her mouth and tied the ribbon behind her head and again tightened the laces on her Basque, only allowing her to take small breaths from her nose, he walked her to the edge of the bed and positioned her with her legs spread wide and hands apart on the bed.

Inviting his third friend over he parted Angels cheeks and showed exactly where the man would enjoy himself, it was only when the Master sat down Angel was aware he could see her face in the mirror. She could also see the man about to bugger her, a mist of lust took over Angel, and she was desperate for this man to fuck her up the arse. She wanted to feel the tip of his cock nudge her cheeks apart then plunge into her.

Her restricted breathing was making her light headed, the Master had reduced her waist by five inches but she still wanted to be pushed further. The man stripped naked and with his swollen cock walked towards her, her breathing increased when she felt his rough hands spread her cheeks. He wore no condom, she felt his hot skin touch the entrance of her arse. He plundered into her she couldn’t breath, he filled her completely she closed her eyes “NO” said the Master, snapping her eyes open her gaze met the Masters.

The man slid out of her then plunged in again he went so deep she dare not close her eyes. The Master came over to the bed he stroked her face and watched the man as he pounded in to her body, the Master closed Angels airway, her life was in his hands! This thought entered both their minds and Angel came there and then.

The Master let her breath again, then indicating for his other two friends to join him, he pointed for one friend to climb upon the bed and edge down so his face was in line with Angels wet and pulsating pussy, plunging his tongue into her he drank her orgasm. Angel wanted more, with the Master sitting at the top of the bed watching her and the man buggering her while the other licked her, it still wasn’t enough, the third man came over and inched onto the bed, he removed the ball from Angels mouth and replaced it with his cock.

With the man at her pussy licking her she gently rocked her body, she was going to be filled at both ends, But the Master wanted all her holes filled he indicated for Angel to higher her body so the man could replace his tongue with his cock.

She was there, they had filled her, three swollen cocks pounding into her body as the Master watched, Angel was being abused and she loved it, she was a whore but she was his whore. Watching her eyes they blackened as all three men emptied them self’s into her. She had at last reached her destiny; she had qualified to the next level.

As the three friends bode goodnight to the Master he thanked them for his birthday present, looking back into the room the men saw Angel exhausted but satisfied curled up on the bed waiting for her Master.

Closing the door the Master stroked Angel until she slept, he now truly owned her!



Birthday Gift



John Handley sat at the kitchen table slowly sipping his coffee, contemplating the evening ahead. He had to admit he had no idea what to expect. His friend Catherine had told him that she had a special surprise planned for his birthday. All he was told was to be dressed and ready for 8:00, a limousine would arrive to pick him up at that time and after that, well he did not know.

He glanced down at his watch, 7:50. His thoughts drifted to Jennifer; his assistant at work. Would be nice if we were going out tonight, he thought. Jennifer had worked for him for 6 months and they had become good friends. They seemed to have a lot in common, similar interests, beliefs and goals in life. Jennifer, however, was seeing someone else and he had knew there were problems with the relationship, but they were going to work them out. John had never been able to work up the courage to ask her out. Instead he welcomed the long talks during lunch and the occasional discreet longing glance at Jennifer's body.

He had spoke to Catherine about Jennifer and had been chastised for not taking a chance and asking her out. John rationalized that he would be turned down and it might spoil their friendship. John remembered Catherine's words, "Bullshit. Here you are 33, single. You are a great guy; fun to be with and you are really cute. If I weren't happily married, I would go out with you in second. You have to get over that shyness and take a chance. Ask Jennifer out you have nothing to loose."

John was lost in his thoughts and startled back into reality by the ringing of the doorbell. He put down his coffee, walked out to the front and opened door. John was not prepared for the vision that greeted him. The lady was stunning. She had long dark hair and the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen. She was wearing a deep red mini dress, which seemed to hug every curve of her luscious body. He barely heard her Ask "Mr. Handley?"

"Yes" he managed to stammer.

"My name is Karen and I will be your escorting you to your appointment this evening."

"Appointment?"

Karen smiled, "That is all I am permitted to tell you. Please don't ask any questions, just...enjoy!".

John, flushed slightly "Okay, just let me get my keys and lock up".

John raced inside, grabbed his keys and raced back out front again. He quickly closed the door making sure it was locked. And turned to follow Karen to the white stretch limousine that was parked in the driveway. John could not help but watch the soft sway of Karen's hips as he followed her to the car.

Karen opened the rear door "after you Mr. Handley" and flashed him another little smile.

"Thank you" he replied and entered into the car, noticing the windows were tinted, no one could see in. He settled in the back seat and could not help watching Karen as she entered the car. John paid special attention her ample bosom as she bent down to get into the car.

Karen pulled the door closed and settled in the seat across from John. "Mr. Handley the evening has been planned for you and your complete cooperation is required. As I said before I cannot tell you any details, but I am sure you find the evening very entertaining.  I must ask if you will you follow the instructions that are given to you without question?"

John blushed deeply, took a deep breath and simply said "yes", what else could he say.

"Very well. From this point on your are not permitted to speak, If at anytime you say anything, your evening will end and you will returned home. Please nod if you agree to this condition." 

John nodded, becoming more intrigued and aroused with what the evening might hold.

"Mr. Handley, there is one other condition. You will not be allowed to see anything at all for the remainder of the evening. I am the only the only one that you will see for the remainder of your...experience. Don't worry, you have nothing to fear."

Karen reached into a bag that was beside her on the seat and got up and sat on John's knee. John immediately tensed up, unsure what to expect or what to do. He was on the verge of panic, things like this just do not happen to a guy like him.

Karen sensing his discomfort gently moved her lips to his and very softly kissed him. "Relax, Mr. Handley, this evening is meant to be fun, just sit back and enjoy. Now I have to put this blindfold on you, just take it easy, relax and enjoy."

John tried to relax as the blindfold was applied. The darkness seemed to heighten his senses. He was more aware of the tantalizing perfume that Karen was wearing, was more aware of Karen's body against his. He could feel the gentle pressure of her breasts against his arm. He could also feel the warmth come flooding into his cheeks.

He could feel Karen leaning back over to the other seat. He heard something being picked up and the heard Karen say "okay you can proceed, we are all settled back here". With that he felt the car begin to back out of the driveway and then smoothly begin its journey.

"Would you like some champagne, please nod if you would, remember no speaking allowed" Karen cooed to John.

He nodded his head and much to his dismay felt Karen leave his lap. He could hear her moving around and heard the click of glasses, followed very shortly by the pop of a champagne bottle. He listened to the champagne being poured into the glasses.

"Here you go," said Karen. John felt the warmth of Karen's hand on his as she guided his hand onto the champagne glass. As Karen's hand left his, John could feel her hand drop to his lap and ever so slowly feel it trace a line from his crotch down the inside of thigh. He had never felt more turned on in his life.

Karen returned to his lap, her thigh pushing against the growing bulge in his pants. Karen put her arm around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. She gave John a quick little peck on the cheek. "Drink your champagne, we are almost there, your evening will begin shortly".

John gulped down his champagne. Wondering what else the evening had in store. He had thought that the evening had started, and a pretty good start it was too. He only wished that Karen would be part of what was coming.

John could feel the car going down an incline and heard the wheels of the limousine cross over a metal grate. He knew they were in a garage somewhere. The car suddenly came to a halt.

"We are here, Mr. Handley" and with that Karen got up opened the door and took John's hand in hers. "Watch your head getting out". John was out of the car, Karen's hand in his. He heard the door close. Karen took his arm in hers and whispered "okay, Mr. Handley let's go, remember you have nothing to worry about".

John could sense that Karen was guiding him into an elevator. He heard the door slide shut and felt the elevator begin to descend. He was not too sure how far down they had gone...he thought maybe 2 or 3 floors. The doors opened, and Karen guided him out the elevator, across a carpeted floor. After a couple of seconds, they stopped. John could feel Karen move to open a door. She helped through the door into a room.

Karen released John's arm. She cupped John's face and kissed ever so gently on the lips. "Have a good time Mr. Handley. Relax and enjoy and remember no speaking and do exactly as you are told". She kissed him again, as she slowly pulled away; her hands ran down his chest to the inside of his thigh. Then with slightly more pressure moved her hand up his crotch. "Stay here and don't move" and with that he heard Karen move across the floor, heard the door open and then close.

John was alone. The room was comfortably warm. In the background, he could hear sounds of the ocean. What next, thought John?

Almost as thoughts formed in his mind, he heard the door open. He strained to hear and thought it could be the squelch of bare feet on the carpet. He thought he could hear two sets of feet but was not sure. His thoughts were confirmed when he felt two pairs of hands begin to slowly remove his clothing. The fragrance on the two women was the same fragrance he had smelled on Karen. Could Karen be one of the women now removing his clothing, he certainly hoped so.

Whoever the two women were, they were very sensual in their task. They were very gentle. They first removed his jacket and tie. And very slowly they unbuttoned his shirt, sliding their hands across his bare chest as they moved further down. Once the shirt was unbottuned they tugged at his shirt freeing it from his pants. Their hands continued to move over his bare upper torso they started smothering his body with little gentle kisses. He felt two sets of lips caressing his body. Their hands started moving further down. They began to slowly massage his cock through the material of his pants. He started to grow in response to their attention. The two women's mouths found his nipples. One on each side: Their tongues darting out, encircling and teasing him. He felt he was going to explode out of his pants. The women continued to massage his groin and started kissing his body again, moving their mouths further south.

He felt one pair of hands undo his belt and remove it from his pants, the other woman was removing his shoes and socks. He could sense that they had kneeled down in front of him, both sets of hands rubbing his thighs and legs and hard on. They tugged at his pants pulling them down and then the hands grabbed his jockeys and slowly pulled them down, His erection spring free. He could feel a dribble of pre-seminal fluid forming on his throbbing head. The women were begging to caress and kiss his legs: starting at his feet and working their way up. They gingerly kissed and teased the inside of his thighs both sets of lips moving to his hardness. The lips began at his sack and slowly worked there way up his shaft. He could feel their tongues flicking and teasing as they worked their way up to the tip. He wanted to scream in pleasure as they rolled their tongues round around the head of his cock. He just knew he was going to come soon.

The women sensing his state left his cock and began to start moving to his upper torso caressing and kissing as they made there way up to his face. Each one kissed him gently on the lips. And then they pulled away from him and started to lead him to another part of the room, his erection bouncing up and down with the motion, just screaming for attention. After a few paces they turned him around and placed his hands on what seemed to be the edge of a table. They seemed to be indicated for him to get on the table. So he did. They gently eased him further on the table indicating that he should lie down. Once he was laid down and the women spread his legs and tied his ankles to the table and then did the same with his arms. The bindings were not uncomfortable and he made no effort to try to escape.

As he lay on the table he could sense the women beside him and then he could feel their hands on his chest and then each as before gently kissed him on the lips. And as with Karen he could here them walking across the room, he heard the door open and close. He was alone again.

Suddenly he heard bare feet slowly moving across the carpeted floor. No door had been opened. Had this person been watching the whole time...from the time that Karen had brought him into the room? As the woman got closer he could begin to smell the woman's perfume, it was a familiar fragrance, but from where he could not be sure. He then felt a warm hand cup his cheek. Fingers traced his lips, trailing off down his neck and across his chest. He could hear the shallow breathing of the woman as she continued to trace his body, her fingers moving further down the body as she moved slowly down the table. Her finger barely touched his again growing erection and continued down the inside of his right thigh, down to his foot. The fingers crossed over to his left leg and began the journey back upwards, again just brushing by his now hard cock.

Upon reaching his lips the hand was pulled away and the woman climbed on the table and sat across his body. He could feel her bare legs against his and silky material been pressed against his throbbing member. He could feel her warm moistness, through the smooth material. She bent down, her lips touching his. Her tongue tracing the edges of his lips. He could feel, her hard nipples pressing against her silk top and the ends of her hair tickling his face and chest. She started to kiss John hard, slipping her tongue into his eager mouth, her tongue seeking out his. Her hips began to rock rhythmically against him, she pushing her wet mound against his hard cock, he arching his hips to match her rhythm.

The kissing and exploring of each other's mouths seem to go on forever. She started to kiss around his mouth and chin, making tiny circles with her tongue as she moved down to his chest. Teasing his nipples, sucking on them harder and harder, tracing the edge of her tongue over to the other one and began to journey down to his eager cock. Her warm hands were on his abdomen, her lips teasing the edge of his cock, her down flicking at the head. She began to slowly moving her lips down his shaft, kissing gently; she licked around his balls, slowly licking up to his glistening head. As she took his cock in her moth, her hand continued to stroke his body, her fingers teasing him.

Her mouth began to move up and down, taking his length full into her mouth. He could feel the warmth and the wetness; it was driving him wild. He knew that with everything that happened that night, he could not last long. It was only a short time later that he arched his back and shot his cum into her mouth. The woman began to work slowly back up to his face again. Kissing him deeply so that he could taste himself. She continued to grind her self into him. And then she pulled away from and stood above. He could here the rustle of silk and then felt the garment fall from her body and then fall to the floor.

She moved her feet so they were closer to his shoulder and slowly lowered her wet cunt to his face. He reached his head up devouring her pussy; he ran his tongue along the edges of lips, running along the outside of her clit, flicking it across her clit. He could hear her moan softly as he continued to lick, kiss and suck on her wet cunt, savoring her juices. The woman used her fingers to pull her lips wider apart, he used the opportunity to plunge his tongue into her hole. Working in out, he could sense she was close and very soon he knew that she had come.

She slowly slid down his body pressing her breasts to his chest and started kissing him passionately again. After a while she just lay him against, hardly moving. John had not heard the door open, but he felt the two familiar pairs of hands. Releasing his hands from the restraints and then doing the same with his feet. John took the opportunity to his arms around the woman and hold her tight, only to sense that the woman was being pulled away from him. As the woman got up from and down off the table, the hands guiding him off the table and across the floor. A voice barely whispered to him, "be careful here is a step". He took a short step up and felt himself walking into hot water. As he got in he was guided to a sitting position and could feel hands begin to expertly and erotically begin to wash his body. He could sense the other woman in the tub, smelling that familiar fragrance. Two sets of hands moved over his body, paying special attention to his semi-erect cock. He could sense that the woman was receiving a similar treatment across from him. He could sense that the bath had a continuos source of water, constantly circulating hot water into the bath.

After what seemed like an hour, the hands stopped their cleaning/massaging he could hear a number of people leave the bath and walk across the floor. He then heard the door open and close. He strained to hear and was rewarding with the sense that there was still someone in the tub with him. He knew it was the same woman from the table. After awhile he could sense her moving through the water towards him. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips against his, he taking the initiative and sought out her eager tongue, and wrapped his hands around his, moving his hands across her the soft skin of her back. She pulled slightly away from him, slipped a hand down to his groin, and began to massage his flaccid cock, working it up and down. The kissing continued to get very passionate, his cock began to harden, and in response, the woman began to move her hand quicker and harder. It was not long before he fully erect and the woman moved her body up and guided john's cock into her eager pussy.

They became to move as one, matching each other's rhythm, the hot water slopping back and forth, there tongues seeking the others out. The woman's hands began to move across John's back the motion increasing with the frenzy of their fucking. After what seemed like hours, john felt himself reaching climax and could sense that the woman was also close. They seemed to reach climax at the same time, both moaning softly. They pulled themselves together, hugging very tightly, continuing to kiss each other with vigor.

After a few minutes, John heard others in the water; he and the woman were pulled very gently apart, the woman trying to sneak in another kiss. Other hands began to wash him, running all over his body. Again, he could sense the same happening to the woman across from him. He had no sense of time and was surprised when hands began to guide him from the bath. The air felt a little cool after the warmth of the tub, he felt hand begin to towel him down, drying very inch of his body. After the drying was complete the two woman with him began to dress him. They pulled on his shirt and buttoned it up. They started to pull on his pants, but he realized they had not put on his underwear. He was about to speak but realized his promise. The feeling was quite different for him. It was not long before he was fully dressed, sand underwear. He realized that the evening was probably over, he suddenly began to feel lonely. It all seemed to have happened so fast, he was not ready for it to end.

He heard the two women leave and someone else enter the room. This woman put his arm in his and guided him through the door and out the room. He was soon in the elevator on his way to the car. He was guided from the elevator to the car, his protected as he was seated in the back. He could sense the woman seat across from him. He knew it was not the same woman that he just had fantastic sex with. This was confirmed just a few minutes later when he heard Karen voice "I hope you had a very enjoyable evening Mr Handley, I can assure you that the other party involved had a great time." She continued " Again please do not talk until you are home and when we remove your blindfold".

A short time later he felt the car thump up on the driveway and the car come to a stop. He felt Karen lean over him to remove the blindfold. It took awhile for his eyes to adjust, but there was Karen looking as seductive as the first time he laid eyes on her.

"Well Mr. Handley, I am very sorry to say that your adventure is over. I hope you had a wonderful time".

"I had great time", John blushed " But can you tell me who I had a great time with? And was my friend Catherine responsible for all this".

"I am sorry but I cannot tell you anything about the evening. I can tell you that Catherine did arrange it for you."

"I see" he nodded slowly.

Karen opened the door and stepped out, holding the door for John. He stepped out. As he did Karen stepped up to him and gave him a very seductive kiss on his lips. "Good night Mr. Handley, and hope you had a Happy Birthday!" She smiled and climbed back into the limo. John watched the door close and the limo begin to back out the driveway. He stood for awhile and watched the limo drive of. He sighed and looked around. It was very dark, He looked at his watch; he was surprised it was almost 4:00 a.m. He forced himself into the house closed the door and made his way to bed. It was not long before he fell asleep.




Birthday Gift



It was a beautiful night. A perfect night to turn 23. There was a full moon this night it burned bright in a clear black sky. Rain had worked so hard in the days before this night purifying her body with special teas and purifying her mind by meditation. She knew this night was a special night she could almost hear the night calling to her begging her to come out and play.

When everyone was asleep she came outside in a brand new pure white shift.

White for the innocence still hers. The innocence she had never given away.

Rain was unhappy in her soul, if she told the truth she had been unhappy all her days on this earth. Something was missing in her very soul and her soul bled without it.

She set out four new candles in each of the cardinal points. Green for the north, white for the east, red for the south, and blue for the west she chanted as she lit each one consecrating and blessing her circle as she cast it knowing that she was safe inside. Only love could enter here.

Now Rain defined herself as a witch but she wasn't always casting spells, in fact she was kind of wary of it all not wanting any unnecessary repercussions. She had never and swore that she would never perform love spells as that was a whole hill of beans she wanted no part of.

But tonight, tonight something called to Rain in low, plaintive tones begging to be seen, recognized. And in her heart Rain was afraid of what she was about to ask for.

A full moon on her birthday. This was the night when her deepest wishes and desires would come true. If she were only brave enough to say it, voice aloud her want.

She lit her stick of incense the night air filling with the sweet scent of champa as she washed her hands praying for purification, touching her forehead, lips and heart. Grabbing her mala beads she closed her eyes letting the incense fill her head as she quietly began to chant.

Subtle changes in the air went unnoticed by her as she chanted her fingers slipping over the sandalwood beads. The wind picked up slightly taking the long dark strands of her hair and tossing them to and fro. After she had chanted two sets on the beads Rain opened her eyes looking up to the clear moon. It was not Rain's way to create a formal spell that had meter and rhyme when she spoke to her god it was always straight from the heart.

"I don't know what to ask for." She began sighing feeling a lump grow in her throat. "I don't know what to say." Unexplained tears welled up in her eyes slipping down her cheeks as she stared at the bright moon. "I've been unhappy for so long. Is there really no one out there, just for me? It's such a fantasy isn't it? To want something elusive. Love is elusive for me, I feel I can't love anyone and that no one will ever really love me."

In Rain's mind pictures of her life flashed back before her eyes. The years of abuse under her father the new tyranny of her mother. The feeling of having no sanctuary, no safe place to grow.

All these thoughts tormented her.

She remembered when everyone called her ugly, when they pointed at her nose, her brown eyes, and called her long hair stringy. When they told her no man would want her.

She heard their voices calling her fat.

Fat and ugly.

No man will ever want you.

Rain couldn't finish her prayer to god as these horrible memories surfaced she just rolled onto the ground curling into a fetal ball with one hand to her chest the other laying on the back of her neck.

She cried silently, so silently that if anyone looked over the fence into her backyard they would think that she was asleep.

It wasn't her way to be melodramatic.

There was only one thing though that really stood out in her mind as she shivered in the cold grass tasting the salt of her tears. Once when she was fifteen she had left her window open in the warm night air of spring and she had prayed then, one prayer that lasted for three years.

"Please god, send someone to come for me."

It only lasted for three years because no one ever did come through her window though she cried and pleaded saying if I give you this won't you hear me now?

All of her childhood's faith died that night when she stopped praying, stopped believing that she was worthy of someone who would save her, love her as she had always wanted to be loved.

This night that was supposed to be so special now was ruined.

What was the point of staying out here only to remember all that she had tried to hide away?

Rain slowly uncurled herself turning to lay on her back the moon dazzling her with its brightness.

What was there to ask for anyway?

Rain closed her eyes again just lying in the moonlight. She had always had the belief since she was a child that to lay in the moonlight made one beautiful, and she had always wanted to be beautiful.

There was a rustling in the bushes that lined the fence around her backyard, the sound made Rain sit up squinting her eyes to see further in the darkness. There was a large undeveloped area beyond her house that was all forest and wild, no one went into that area. She heard it again this time from straight in front of her Rain jerked her head sharply toward the noise. Her heartbeat accelerated as the sound came closer and closer, like dead leaves being crushed under feet.

She should go. She should blow out the candles and go.

But she couldn't.

Her lips parted as a huge shadow emerged from the darkness lining the fence coming into the bright moonlight.

It was large and it came straight for her. Rain couldn't scream she could only stare at the shadow as it came closer and closer.

It was a man. She could tell from the height and the breadth of his shoulders, the way his body was silhouetted in the silver moonlight.

It burned white on his skin revealing to Rain's not too experienced eyes that he was naked and sleekly muscled.

As he came closer the wind blew his glossy black hair forward making it dance about his shoulders.

"Who are you?" Rain's lips barely moved as the words whispered forth.

Was this a dream? Was she asleep in her bed dreaming again?

He was so close now just standing on the edges of her circle.

Rain's lip trembled.

He dropped down to one knee before her illuminated by the candlelight. Shadows danced on his face revealing clearly that he was a spectacular man. He had green eyes that contrasted beautifully with the darkness of his hair and arched brows. He cocked his head to the side observing her as intently as she was him. He had beautiful lips and high cheekbones that made his angled jawline look carved out of marble by a master hand.

"Please," Rain didn't even know why that one word slipped out of her mouth. Was she pleading for him to not hurt her? Or was she begging for something else?

He extended one hand forward Rain's eyes were locked onto his hand, so big her own would be lost in it. What would her strength be against his? He laid his hand palm down over the line of her circle.

He shouldn't be able to do that.

Nothing should be able to come into the circle. Nothing but love.

He reached out with his other hand the movement of his body causing new shadows to flicker over his bronze skin as he crawled, no stalked was a better term, thought Rain, toward her. He came right over the barrier of the circle into its very depths as Rain moved back her body on its side. He came up over her blocking out the rays of the moon, the guttering candlelight, shoving everything aside that was not him.

Rain was on her back her hands reached out to touch his hard, warm chest. His skin was like silk, immediately pleasurable to her touch. She closed her eyes briefly as his scent rose up from his skin. He smelled wild, feral, washed in moonlight.

"Please," Tears came into her eyes again.

He dipped his head down kissing her cheek, tasting her tears.

The hot brand of his lips on her cheek marked her; the feel of it flowed through her veins like warm honey. No one ever kissed her. Never.

When they said they loved her it was always about money. How much love for how much money? How good did she have to be to receive those tiny crumbs of love?

Rain had never been placed first in anyone's life. She had always been second to school, cars, money, a husband, a home.

She'd never been first.

Never placed before someone else's wants and desires.

All she had ever wanted was to be loved. To have someone love her more than themselves; to know a truly burning passionate love for all time.

This was a dream, a special birthday dream to comfort her in the lonely nights ahead, a dream to gather close to her heart surrounded in lavender. This was a dream to cherish when she was old and alone.

Rain raised her hands placing them in his silky black hair. "You're so beautiful." She whispered when his verdant eyes met hers. "So beautiful." Her hands slipped down the angles of his smooth cheeks to where her arms dropped and Rain spread them out on either side of her, almost touching the candles, she closed her eyes ready to awaken from the dream.

He took her move for surrender as he lowered his hard muscled body down over hers.

Rain opened her eyes with a strangled gasp in her throat realizing that somehow either she was not waking up or that this was not a dream.

He looked into her eyes then cocking his head again and Rain felt exposed as if he saw through her into her very soul. As if he knew what her thoughts were before he came into the light.

She placed her hands gently on his large biceps a part of her thrilled to be touching such hot male flesh.

"Don't cry." He spoke in a soft voice as though gentling her, not wanting her to run away. He moved his arms so that they slid underneath her shoulders his palms cradling the back of her head his fingers twining in the long dark locks of her hair. The move brought him even closer, harder into her. His warmth felt good, his body against hers instead of frightening her made her feel protected and safe as though he would never let anyone touch her again. No one but him.

"Who are you?" Rain whispered caressing her hands down his arms toward his back where she laid her palms on his shoulders. "Please tell me who you are."

He brought his cheek down caressing her soft cheek with his slightly raspy one; his lips burned her ear as he whispered. "How could I resist you, when I hear you call my name?" He moved to look into her eyes again. 

"I don't know who you are." Rain said very softly not wanting to anger him though a part of her thrilled inside at his words touching some hidden part of her.

"You do." He bent his head to kiss her. His kiss blew her away. Rain had been kissed by a few boys before but it had always been rather unpleasant and disgusting and it left her with a strange feeling that she had just betrayed something, someone. But this man, this strange moonlit creature that walked into her circle kissed her as she had always wanted to be kissed. Long, slow, lovingly his hands moving down the curve of her breast and waist as his tongue gently parted her lips. He was hot and tender, a sweet, sweet dream lover, the kind that knew your wants and needs before you voiced them.

Rain felt faint when he moved from her taking his sinful mouth lower to kiss the exposed curves of her breasts instead of being repulsed or scared Rain arched her neck back giving him access to more of her skin. 

Touch me, she thought, touch me, don't stop.

She could feel his cock rigid as steel and burning hot against her thigh she moved her hands down his back to caress the ladder of his ribs down to his lean, narrow hips. Being with him in the grass, alone in the dark with only the moon for a witness gave a holy aspect to this mating not just of bodies but of souls.

He was drawing something out of her, making her want and need him and it felt so right to belong to him, to give herself to him.

His hands moved to her thighs where he bunched up the hem of her shift pulling it up and over her head Rain gasped at the feel of his skin against hers. She had never lain like this with a man, Rain snuggled deeper into his embrace.

He kissed her lips again and Rain responded with all the new passion that he had set free inside her and she felt him groan as her fingers dug into his flesh drawing her thighs up against his ribs so that he sank deeper into the cradle of her hips.

"You're everything I ever wanted." She breathed as he kissed her throat.

"I plan to be more than that to you." His mouth captured her upthrust nipple sucking and pulling hard on the tender flesh that had never been touched so before. Rain held him closer to her threading her fingers in his black hair as she cried out.

He began the same treatment on her other breast making her cry out once again into the warm night air then he started to move down her body kissing her all over taking away the words and memories that others had left behind; to him she was more than beautiful, she was his life. He kissed the flare of her hipbones then her tender inner thighs before kissing her mons. No one had ever touched her there and she jumped, a squeal on her lips, at his first slow lick.

"Oh god," She whispered as his tongue began to stroke hotly, wetly over the folds of her virgin cunt zeroing in on her tender clit he barely touched her there and she came for him, only him, in his arms.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered, her words echoed back to her as he held her, stroked her body until she was once again soft and languid in his arms. "I want you." He kissed her lips.

"Yes." And Rain knew that was the only word that would ever be used between them. Yes. Yes, to everything he wanted, anything he needed. She loved him so much. 

"Tell me you want this, that you want me." He dipped his head to swirl his tongue in the hollow of her throat.

"Yes. I want you. I love you. Take me, make me yours." Rain gave herself to him completely knowing that he was the one man to love her as she had always wanted to be loved.

He rose up his hands behind her knees as he pulled her up close against him she spread her thighs wide for him locking her ankles in the small of his back.

"You are the only one I have ever loved." His green eyes burned into hers. "No one else matters."

"Only you." She whispered lost in his eyes, not wanting to be free.

His hands locked with hers as he lowered himself down over her covering her once again in his vital warmth. She felt the thick head of his cock part her cunt as he began to move. His lips covered hers as he moved forward in one deep thrust Rain kissed him back both loving and hating the pain and the pleasure that surged through her as he entered her.

She was so tight he thought he was going to cum right there nothing had ever felt like this before. He moved away watching her as he began to move inside her.

He was thick and large stretching and caressing her cunt she brought her hips up to his as he moved locked in a rhythm more ancient than time itself. She could feel a fire burning and surging through her blood igniting her whole body as he moved deeper and harder into her. Rain locked her thighs about his hips urging him to go deeper still to reach that part of her that she would give only to him.

She felt so good, so molten hot that when he came it took his breath away.

Rain could only look into his fathomless eyes as she arched her hips up capturing each last thrust wanting everything, every part of him.

He lay on top of her their arms entwined about the other, fiercely beating hearts pressed together. It was a long time before either of them spoke.

"I love you." He whispered still deep inside her.

"I love you. Don't say this was just a dream." Tears welled up in Rain's eyes.

He pulled out of her slowly then he reached down touching his pulsing cock where her blood was smeared on him. He moved then to touch her over her heart leaving one line of crimson blood on her skin. He took his fingers and licked the remaining blood off. "You're mine, Rain. You gave yourself to me."

He cradled her in his arms then wrapping himself tightly about her giving and receiving warmth. It wasn't long before she closed her eyes.

It was her alarm clock that she heard going off promptly at seven. "What the hell?" Rain groaned as she rolled over onto her stomach to turn off the offensive sound. She shook her head remembering that vivid dream she had had last night, what an erotic one.

"Too bad it wasn't real." Rain sighed she even remembered pleading with her dream man to let this be real. She was pathetic.

Rain sat up stretched her arms over her head and stood up only to feel a sharp pain that brought her to her knees. It hurt deep inside her cunt. "Oh shit." Rain moaned feeling the pain dull and begin to fade away maybe it was her period, she thought as she stumbled toward the bathroom. She was wearing her new white shift but she noticed that there were some grass stains on it pulling it over her head Rain stepped into the shower stall letting the hot water pour over her. She happened to look down at the tub and saw red streaks in the water cupping her hand to her cunt Rain saw that her inner thighs were painted red she looked down at her chest and saw the red line that her dream lover had made on her skin.

It was real. It was real, she thought as she sat in her class unable to focus on what the teacher said. The pain in her cunt had long since receded into a pleasurable ache that left Rain wanting more from her dream lover, to have him fill her once again.

When she was done with her classes it was two o'clock and in a daze Rain walked to her car heedless of where she was going she felt someone bump into her. "Sorry." She said absently walking on.

"Are you really?"

The sound of that voice stopped Rain dead in her tracks. Her heartbeat accelerated. It couldn't be him.

A shadow crossed hers coming closer to where Rain could feel a strong warmth reaching out to her. "Do you have regrets, Rain? About me, about us?"

Rain looked up into the face of her dream lover. Her birthday gift. He was real, solid flesh standing before her once again. In the sunlight his black hair shone with a high gloss as it fell over his shoulders enhancing the deep, clear green of his eyes. He was dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt that hugged his body showcasing the lean hardness of his frame. It didn't matter how he got here all that mattered was that he was here and real. Not something that only haunted the night torturing her dreams.

He leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "Happy birthday, baby. I love you." He kissed her then right in the parking lot with Rain eagerly kissing him back.

"There's just one thing." Rain said her arms about his neck when they parted.

"Yes?" He arched one black brow.

"Tell me your name."

He laughed then caressing her face with a tenderness she had never known. "Julian. Julian Nuit."

"Ah." 

"I rather fancy Rain Nuit, don't you?" He asked tucking her close into his body as they bypassed her car and headed for his.

"Yes, I do."

Rain leaned her head back on his broad shoulder linking her arm about his waist as they walked knowing she had found the love she had searched for all her life.



Birthday Gift



Hello. This is my first posting and hope u will like it. This a true incident which happened about three months ago. I am from Ludhiana A big city in India. 

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My Name is Prince aged about 20, good physique and my g/f Chitra who was studying in +2 and had just turned 18 about 5.3 fair color with 36 C, Cup boobs .It all happened the day after when she celebrated her 18th birthday.

Our friendship was not much old and we used to meet at different places like restaurants and cafes. Once sitting in a cafe with doors closed talking to Chitra, I kissed on her cheek and she reciprocated the same. Encouraged by this other day I kissed her on her lips and our tongues meet for a long time, which we both enjoyed.

So one day while sitting together kissing each other I slowly put my hand on her boobs. Initially she resisted a little, later her resistance subsidized and my hands slipped inside her shirt. While doing so I asked her whether she had been kissed or fondled by any guy earlier which she denied and said that it is me only, who kissed her or fondled her boobs. 

Later it became our routine and I always fondled her boobs while kissing and some times caressed her pussy also over. One day on phone I asked whether she enjoyed caressing her pussy which she accepted shyly. I called her to meet again that day and she came at the designated place. That day while kissing and fondling her boobs while caressing her pussy I slowly opened the zipper of her jeans and slipped my hand inside her panty and fingered her pussy and she started moaning with ecstasy.

So after that day we started chatting on sex freely on phone also. And she was replying in the same way. I normally say I enjoy fondling her boobs and fingering her pussy and want to fuck her. She said to wait till her 18th birthday.

So one day while talking on phone I asked her whether she would like to suck my cock which she refused but she agreed to caress my cock. So other day when we met at our favorite place and were doing it. I opened my zipper and pulled my cock out. Which was fully erect and put her hand on my cock and she started caressing my. By the time we both were feeling very hot. And then asked her to kiss my cock, first she hesitated and later she moved her mouth towards my cock hesitantly and placed her hot lips on the tip of my hot and erect cock and kissed it. Slowly I pressed her head a little deep and my cock entered a little deep into her mouth and it she licked it for a few times. While departing me asked whether she enjoyed it she shyly accepted. I said if she would like to do this again in their next meeting. She didn't reply and left. And this goes on till her birthday. 

Very next day after she celebrated her 18th birthday I called her to my house as my parents were out for the whole day and asked her to come my house at 11A.M.so that we can be together for at least 3 to 4 hours. She reached my house a little bit earlier than 11. That day she was really looking a sex goddess wearing tight jeans and low cut top exposing her 36 C boobs standing in a fully erect and ready to burst out of the top which she was wearing. 

Once in, I took her to my room and we started kissing madly. I started pressing her boobs hardly and she started moaning in pleasure. I lifted her top she was wearing and started pressing her boobs over the bra and placed her hand on my fully erect cock and she started caressing it.

I asked her today I want to suck her boobs and she agreed for it. While talking like this we both got hot. And she was in bra and jeans only. She was wearing white bra of lacy see through thin material showing her erect nipples clearly.

By the time she also took my cock out of my boxers and was caressing it and I removed her bra and pinched her nipples (which were gone hard by the time). I put my lips on her nipples and started sucking them and encircling over the nipples of her boobs and she started moaning in pleasure and pressed my head so that my lips should not part away from her nipples. I sucked both of her boobs turn by turn and she gone mad with pleasure and asked for more sucking. While I was sucking her boobs and she was caressing my cock over the boxers I wearing.

By the time we both were very hot and I asked, let us see each other fully naked.

And I opened her jeans, and I removed them, which she reluctantly allowed. Under the jeans she was wearing the same white panty of same lacy material, which was showing her, shaved pussy lips clearly. I was delighted to see her shaved pussy. Then I removed her panty also and she was stark naked in front of me. First she felt a little bit shy and tried to cover her pussy with her hands and in this process her hard boobs were standing like a rock. I also removed my boxers and we both were in birthday suit in front of each other.

And then slowly I pushed her mouth to my cock and she started sucking my cock first the tip only and later my full 7" cock was fully inside her mouth. That made both of us so hot that we immediately moved to bed. 

Once on bed lying by her side I started pressing her boobs madly and she was moaning in ecstasy and I started sucking her fully erect nipples and with other hand started fingering her pussy which was wet by now and my fingers were moving easily in her slippery pussy. She started enjoying my fingering and gripped my saluting cock with her soft hands and started blow job. 

This made both of us fully hot. I whispered in her ears that I want to give her birthday gift today. First she didn't understand what me saying but when me asked her that I wish to give her the first fuck of her life as a birthday gift. She said it will be painful for her as she had not been fucked earlier and my tool was too big for her small pussy. I asked her not to fear, as it will hurt a little then she will enjoy it. 

As she was hot by fingering sucking etc. she agreed for it. Then I made her lie on her back fully exposing her erect hard boobs and shaven pussy, which she had shaved that morning only. We hugged each other and I felt the stiffness of her erect nipples on my chest while she felt the hardness of my cock on lips of her bald pussy. She again said about the pain, which me replied that it will be for a moment and she will enjoy it later. As she was too hot by the time and her pussy was so hot that it was burning like a heater and her pussy lips were wet with her juices which were flown out with fingering. I started fingering her again first with one finger then inserted two fingers into her wet pussy. 

As it continued for some time it made her mad and she started saying.

Hi prince ab mujhe mera birthday gift de do. Ab nahin raha jata mujhe chodo meri chhot ko phar do meri chhot thumahara lund mangti hai ab chodo mujhe main isi din ki wait kar rahi thee 

(Hi Prince please fuck me now I cant wait now tear my pussy, my pussy wants your cock, fuck me please I was waiting for that day only). 

On hearing this from her mouth I asked her to spread her legs wide so that I can push my cock inside her. And she opened her legs wide then I placed a pillow below her ass so that her pussy is lifted up and positioned my cock over her hot wet pussy and pushed my cock into her pussy in a single stroke.

Yeh kyonki uski pehle bar thee or uski choot fat gayee thee who dard ke karan jor se boli ki meri choot mein dard ho rahi hai who aur please meri choot se apna lund bahar nikal lo aur uski aakhon mein aasoon nikal aaye

As it was her first time and her hymn was broken she screamed in a loud voice that it is paining her and please pull out of from her pussy and tears rolled out from her eyes.

Me asked not to worry and put my lips on her lips while my hands were busy pressing her tits slowly she started enjoying my strokes and was cooperating with each and every stroke of my cock. Then after about ten minutes of heavy stroking. She felt her first multiple orgasms of her life with the help of cock and I was also about to cum. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and sprayed my cum over her tits and mouth. After that we both lay exhausted on bed and embarrassed each other. I noticed a mixture of pain and satisfaction on her face. I asked whether she enjoyed her first fuck she admitted that it was painful first but later she enjoyed. Me asked how she felt my cock she replied that it was like a hot rod which was going in and out of her tight pussy. 

After some time we moved to bathroom and washed her pussy, which was fully soaked by the blood of her pussy. Which was torn by my cock and after returning to bed I asked whether she want more gift. She smiled and said sure, she wants more as she enjoyed it. Then me asked her now I want her to fuck in doggy style and made her in doggy style and fucked her for about 10 minutes. And during the fuck she continuously demanding for more deep and deep inside her pussy and was saying hi my prince tore my pussy fully today I am addicted to it now and now fuck me daily.

(jab main use doggy position mein chod raha thaa to who jor jor se bol rahi thee hi Prince jor se chodo mujhe meri choot poori tarah se phar do main to is ka nasha aaj pehli bar mein hi jaan gayee hoon ab roj mujhe chodna).

And after that I fucked her two more times that day. When we finished that day. Her pussy was swollen like as bun which returned to normal after she had a good sleep and rest for night and our fucking sessions continue till today. 



Birthday Gift



"Where are we going honey?"

"Just keep your pants on we're almost there."

It was Will's 28th birthday and his wife was taking him out for a special birthday surprise. He was becoming very impatient, considering he didn't like to be in the dark about anything let alone be blindfolded and chauffeured around. 

Where in the world is she taking me. Will thought. He was thinking of all the things she might have planed. Probably just dinner and a movie, but he couldn't help but wonder why all the secrecy. Oh well he thought it's probably just to make it more of a surprise.

He felt the car pull into what seemed like a parking lot. "Are we here yet?"

"Just sit still I'll be right back. Oh yea, let me see your hands." As Will lifted his hands toward his wife he quickly felt a cold metal on his wrists. She had handcuffed him to something, most likely the steering wheel. "What the heck is going on!" 

"Shhh, I'll be right back. I couldn't risk you ruining the surprise by taking off your blindfold." Will was very hard to surprise, and Ann wasn't taking any chances. Then she leaned over and kissed him deeply, slipping her tongue past his lips and teasing his. Then she reached down and gave his cock squeeze finding he was aroused, which wasn't a big surprise because he always seemed to be horny. Will then heard her get out of the car and close the door. 

It seemed to be an hour just waiting. A thousand scenarios went thought his mind on what his wife had planed. The one that seemed most likely was that she had driven around for a while and circled back home to have a nice dinner and romantic evening followed by some great sex. Their sex life was never boring, as a matter of fact it was quite good, great if you asked Will. She was an expert at giving head and as of recently become a little more adventuress, allowing him to finger her ass and trying new positions. But Will always had a desire for a little more, the big three he called them. Ann was well aware of them, they had talked about his desire to have her masturbate to orgasm in front of him, to swallow his cum, and more than both of those fuck her ass. Will loved her ass and was so excited that recently she had allowed him to finger fuck her tight little asshole. He was realistic though and knew it would be a while before he could get his cock into her sweet ass. Will had a larger than average cock, it was about 7 and half inches long but very thick. He was usually very happy about the size of his cock but in this instance, he worried it would be too thick to ever fuck her asshole. 

Will heard someone wearing heels approaching the car. Great he thought how am I going to explain this to a stranger. It never occurred to him that it was Ann because she was wearing tennis shoes when they left the house. As the car door opened Will started to try to explain his situation and that she could move on, but as he began to speak he felt a soft finger on his lips. He was very confused, and then heard some keys and felt a new set of hand cuffs on his wrists followed by the removal of the first set. "Follow me for your big birthday surprise." She whispered in his ear. Then he was lead out of the car and lead over to a door. The walk told him that they weren't at home because they walked too far and didn't have to climb and stairs to get to the door. 

Will was starting to get worried, what had his wife planned? He was praying that she hadn't planned a big party for him. He didn't want to be lead into a room full of family and friends handcuffed and blindfolded. He never liked to be the center of a good hearted joke. 

As they entered the door it was quiet and she began to lead him up a few flights of stairs. Will was completely confused on where his wife had taken him, and more that a little intrigued to find out what she had in store. He began to ask what was going on, but before he could get the words out of his mouth Ann's mouth covered his as she gave him a very powerful kiss, searching for his tongue with her own. Just as he was starting to get into it she broke the kiss and said "We're here." 

"Where" he asked. 

"Not quite yet." She chided back.

He heard a door open and she lead him into the room. Not knowing what to expect he was back to worrying what his beautiful wife had in mind for him. He heard a soft music playing and could smell what he believed were candles. She placed him in front of a chair and pushed him back into it. "Hey what's the big deal" Will yelled. 

"Just relax" Whit said "You will understand very shortly."

She undid his handcuffs and told him there is one rule. "No touching."

"What?"

"Do you want to continue?" His curiosity was getting the best of him, so he agreed.

" Lift your arms up." She demanded. He did so, and as he did she began to remove his shirt. I could get used to this he thought. "Put your arms on the armrest." She whispered in his ear. As he did she started to give him a little lap dance. A moan escaped form his mouth as the friction of her body felt great rubbing against his hardening cock. Instinctively he reached to rub her tits, but had his hands slapped. "NO TOUCHING" she said firmly. As he put his arms back down he felt something soft wrapping around his wrists. Not again he thought. After a few quick movements from Ann, his hands were bound to his chair. She continued to rub her body against his now hard cock. "I guess I can't trust you to follow directions, I didn't think you could so I prepared ahead of time." She stood up and asked if he was ready to begin. Begin, Will thought, I couldn't be more ready. She slipped his blindfold off. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust but when they finally did he realized they were in a hotel room. It was dimly lit with about 50 candles. There was a huge king bed in the center of the room, and a huge window looking over the city. His chair was against the wall facing the bed, and Ann was standing between the bed and him. She looked as sexy as he could ever remember. It was all he could not to rip his bonds of and attack her immediately. She was wearing a long trench coat that was slightly open revealing some of the sexy outfit she had picked out for him. She arched her shoulders back and let the coat slip to the floor. He almost came in his pants just from the sight of her. She was wearing a black corset with garters that ran down to a pair of stockings. She was wearing here tall boots that he loved and his favorite pair of black panties that made her ass looking amazing. She seductively spun around and said "I would ask what you think, but that bulge in your pants tells me all that I need to know."

'You look so fucking hot."

She just smiled and approached him. She bent over sticking her ass right in front of his face. He could smell the sweetness of her now wet pussy. Will loved the way his wife's cunt smelled when she got wet. He leaned forward and playfully bit her ass. "NO TOUCHING" she snapped at him. "I guess I'm just going to have to pack up and leave."

"No please don't." he pleaded. His cock was aching in anticipation. 

"This is your last chance. If you break the rules again I will stop and the night will be over." 

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

"Good." She said. She removed his shoes and socks then stood up and did a slow spin so he could take in all her beauty. She then leaned down and started to undo his pants. He moaned at just the touch of his wife. She could tell how badly he wanted her, and that only made her hornier. She could fell her panties getting wet. She had to remind herself to remain in control so she could complete her plan. After she had undone his pants she started to tug them down. Will lifted his ass to allow her to remove them easier. After she got them past his ass, she slipped them down his legs stopping on occasion to slowly kiss his legs. After she had him completely naked and bound to the chair, she felt the power to play with him a little. Not that she had to seduce him anymore, she was sure he was more than ready to go. She just wanted to have a little more fun. She walked behind him and ran her fingernails all over his chest and neck. Then bent down and began to nibble on his ears and nipples. "I need you to touch my cock" Will pleaded. "All in good time." She playfully whispered in her ear. His whole body felt electric as she played with him. Finally she walked to the front of the chair and knelt before him. "Ask me for it." 

"Suck my cock, please suck me."

She gave him a playful smile and began to lick and kiss his thighs. Moving her mouth just inches above his cock making sure he could feel the warmth of her breath. Will continued to thrust his cock upward towards his wife's mouth. Finally she began to lick the head of his swollen member. "AHHHHHH" he moaned. Will could barley take this torture any more. Ann then took her husband cock into her mouth, slowly sliding her mouth up and down his shaft. "Yea baby suck my cock that feels amazing." She began to fondle his balls while continuing to masterfully suck his cock. She could feel his balls start to tense up and she knew that he was ready to blow his load. "Baby I'm going to cum, so if you don't want it in your mouth you better move." He usually gave this warning because he knew his wife wasn't fond of the taste, and every time before she would remove her mouth and stroke his dick till he came. But not tonight, she just kept sucking. When he realized what was going to happen that sent him over the edge. "AHHHHHHHH GOD FUCK YEA! OH MY GOD!'

Ann was so turned on as Will shot his hot load in her mouth, she hungrily slurped up his cum. She couldn't swallow his entire load so a little dripped out of the corner of her mouth. When he had finished coming she licked up the little bit that she couldn't' swallow. She had never liked the taste of cum and had never even let anyone cum in her mouth till now. She couldn't figure out what had been the big deal but know that he had just emptied himself in her mouth made her even wetter. Her panties were now drenched and her husband completely spent and muttering how incredible that was. "That was so fucking hot watching you suck the cum out of me." He panted. She stood up and winked at him, "shows not over" She began to dance slowly and seductively. She bent over to unzip her boots, sliding one off then the other. As she continued to dance she could tell that it was having its desired effect, as Will's cock began to rise again. She crawled up onto the bed and lied down with her legs towards him. As she reached down to start rubbing her pussy though her soaking wet panties she heard Will cheering her on, "Oh fuck yea baby rub your cunt for me." She began to rub a little harder. Usually she didn't enjoy masturbating this way, usually she liked to use her vibrator. But she was so turned on by what had happened already her hand felt incredible. After a few moments of rubbing her hot cunt through her panties she slid her hand under then and touched her quivering pussy, sending shockwaves through her entire body. She couldn't believe how amazing it felt having her husband watch her pleasure herself. He continued to cheer on her efforts. "Oh god yes rub your pussy for me. Tell me it feels good. Take off those panties so I can see that sweet pussy of yours." She almost lost all control. "It feels so good baby, oh god I'm going to cum for you." 

"Show me your pussy"

She then grabbed her panties and began to tug on them till they ripped right of. She got on all fours to give him a great view of pussy and ass. She looked back at him while she started to rub her pussy vigorously. "OH GOD WILL, IT FEELS SO GOOD."

"Finger your pussy for me." He begged.

She then slipped two of her fingers into her sopping wet cunt. She began to finger fuck herself with all she had. Will couldn't believe the show his wife was giving him. He was going out of his mind being tied to the chair, and then she did something that blew his mind. She slid her fingers out of her pussy and began to rub one on her asshole spreading her pussy juice all over her forbidden hole. Her other hand moved to clit and started rubbing circles on it, as she began to slid he finger up her ass. "Do you like watching me finger fuck my own ass?'

"Oh fuck yes fuck your ass with your finger. Make yourself cum. I want you to cum while you fuck that hot ass with your finger." That was all she needed and her body began to shake and convulse as her orgasm shook though her body. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" As her hand slowly came to a stop and her body stop shaking she slumped down on the bed spent for a moment.

"That was so fucking hot, I need your body now. Oh god I'm going to explode. Come here and fuck me."

She slowly rose from the bed and smiled at him. "Like the show?" she said with a smirk. She slowly made her way over to him. "Remember, no touching." She then undid his bonds. It took all his will power not to attack her and fuck her mercilessly. "Lay on the bed" she ordered. He got to the bed and lied down with his cock pointing straight up. "Looks like your ready for your birthday present." She couldn't be serious he thought. First swallowing his cum and the masturbating for him and now she was going to take his cock in her tight little ass. She straddled him and rubbed her soaking wet pussy up and down his cock. He began to moan as she reached down and grabbed his cock. She guided it into her hot pussy and slowly began to ride his cock. "Oh fuck that feels good, fuck me Will fuck me." 

"Your cunt is so hot." She rode his cock until she felt a little orgasm build up in her. "I'm cuuuuummmmmmiiiinnnnngggggg!" She squealed. As she regained her bearings she said the on thing that he had been dying to hear.

"Fuck my ass Will, stick the big hard cock in my ass."

She rose up and positioned her asshole right above his cock. Then she began to lower herself onto his waiting cock.

"Slid that ass on my cock!" She felt an enormous pressure on her puckered hole, and almost wanted to stop. Then he bucked his hips up sliding the head of his cock into her ass. They both moaned as they experienced the tightness of her ass. She held still until she got used to the size and slowly began to rub her clit as she lower herself onto his cock. He couldn't believe how tight and hot her ass felt. It was amazing. Once she had completely taken the length of his cock she began to cum again. "FUCKKKKKKKKK WILL I'M CUUUMMMMMMING AGAIN, YOUR COCK IN MY ASS IS MAKING ME CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!"

Then sensing he was going to shot his second load in her ass soon he grabbed her hips and began to fuck her ass. "Oh god your ass is so tight I'm going to cum in you tight ass."

"Yea baby fucking cum in my ass! Shoot your load in my ass! Fuck it, fuck it, fuck my assssssssssss. Ah baby your cock feels so good in my ass." That's all he could take and his body began to shake. She could feel his cock twitching inside of her filling her ass like he filled her mouth earlier. "OHHHHH FUCK, OHHHH FUCK." He shouted as he slowly stopped moving deep in her ass. "Oh god baby that was so amazing." He purred as he held her in his arms. "I thought you might like your birthday surprise this year. "I just can't wait to see how you top this for my birthday. 



Birthday Gift



Birthday Gift

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I came home from work today, my birthday, to an empty house. I called out for my wife Laura, and when there was no answer, I walked up stairs and into our bedroom to take off my coat and tie, and there it sat in the center of our bed. My birthday gift, a pink box, maybe ten inches across, bound with a gold bow. I felt a jolt of adrenaline, dread, and excitement when I noticed the crumpled sheets had been tossed to the floor. There were stains, like puddles, all over the bed spread. And mounted on a tripod, facing the bed, maybe six feet from the foot, was my video camera. The room reeked of sex. 

I picked up the gift, opened the envelope attached and read the card: "Darling, Sam and I worked up quite an appetite this afternoon making your birthday present, and decided to go out for dinner to give you time to enjoy it. We'll be back by 8:30. Your loving wife, Laura." I tore open the package, and threw the box lid across the room. Inside the box was a single VHS video tape.

Laura is every man's sexual fantasy. She's always been mine, that's for certain. Thirty-eight years old, a body of womanly curves, full breasts, flat stomach that flares into wide hips and tapers down into legs long enough to drive you wild. Her skin tone is even, a natural tan, a face of defined features, white, even teeth, jade-green eyes and thick shoulder-length licorice- black hair. We met early in college, married, and led the typical life married couples live. Sexually, she was always wild, not unlike myself; there isn't much two people could do with and to one another that we haven't done: bondage, sneaking out to fuck in public, costumes, masks, etc. And it has always helped that despite her sweet disposition, she has the needs of a nymph and does dirty-talk better than a $10,000 whore. But you have a son, you both have jobs, make some money, and all of those dark urges just kind of bury themselves. 

We were together for fifteen years before I fucked around on her for the first time. I was a professor at a university (excuse me for not telling you which one) and one of my former students slipped me her number in the hall one day. Cute little thing, blonde hair, tight ass. Her body wasn't as good as Laura's, but I went for it. We met at a bar. She got drunk and told me to take her to my car. I ushered her into the back seat, pulled her skirt over her head, and took her. Laura never found out about her. She found a condom in my pocket a year later, and since she's on birth control, she confronted me. I told her the truth, that I had been with three other women. She cried. And threw things. And they hit me.

"Am I not enough for you?" She said, collapsing on the sofa after raging at me for ten minutes or so. "The sex is still good between us. I would do anything you ask, anything. Why is that not enough?"

I love my wife, I do. And at the moment I couldn't explain why I had cheated. The truth is that it was just a make thing, fresh pussy was offered, I took it. But that's not what I said next. What I said was, "No you wouldn't. You wouldn't do anything"

She looked up at me through red eyes. "Yes, Doug, I would."

"Would you fuck someone else and let me watch?" I asked.

She stared at me, mouth open for a moment, and then said "You would want that?"

This was one of those moments of truth. Men are complicated. I can be jealous of my wife. At the same time, the idea of watching her fucking another man, doing everything for him I like her to do for me, and teasing me while she does it... well, I have to admit, that has been my sexual fantasy for quite a while. 

I sat down beside her. "It's hard telling you the things I really fantasize about because I love you. But I admit that when I fantasize about you... I'm not the one fucking you, Laura. Some young guy is, and you, you know, kind of tease me...."

She stood up and walked across the room. She was wearing an apple-red top and tight dark jeans. Her ass is spectacular. "A younger man?" She asked.

"Well, yeah," I said, scratching my head.

She turned and faced me, her breasts swaying. "That would make you happy with me?" She said.

"I'm happy with you now honey. I screwed up. I don't even know how we got on this topic."

Just then we heard the rattle of keys in the door, it opened, and in walked Sam, our son. Tall, handsome, with blond hair and his mother's eyes. Football player. Looks like a young Captain America. "Hi guys." he said walking in. He must have felt the tension in the room, because his next question was "Everything all right?"

"Could you give me and your father some time alone, honey?" Laura asked. They've always been close. 

"Sure Mom," he said, and ran upstairs.

Laura and I argued some more, but she agreed not to leave me. The next couple of months were tough. We didn't talk much, and I'm pretty sure she drank on the quiet. But then one day she seemed happier than I had seen her in years, and the moment I came through the door she took me up to our bedroom and we made love. To my surprise she had bought a full-length mirror and placed it across the room from the bed. She had me fuck her from behind, facing the mirror; for that very reason I didn't last long. Laura is so incredibly sexy to watch. Especially when she's cumming. 

We lay in bed afterwards, and I asked, "So what's with the mirror?"

She grinned. "You said you wanted to watch me being fucked, so there you go."

"I have to admit, you are an incredible sight."

Laura said something then that I didn't understand until today. "Well honey, you ain't seen nothing yet." That was a six months ago.

II

It was ten after six when I pushed the video into our old VCR and sat down across from our big screen TV, kicking my shoes off. I didn't know what I was about to see, but my mind was racing with possibilities. They made me want to throw up, and they made me want to jerk off. Complicated, I know. 

There was static on the tube at first, and then a close up image of a woman's dainty feet in white stiletto heels. The camera panned back, moving up long legs with white thigh-highs attached to a matching garter belt, and trimmed bush covered pink satin panties. I already knew who I was looking at; the wide hips and flat midriff gave Laura away. The camera was still moving up her body: She wore a white coset laced with pink ribbon, which barely held in the fullness of her breasts. I bought her that outfit, and she had worn it for me a few times, before we began having trouble. 

And then the camera moved back to take in the full picture. I almost didn't recognize Laura then, because when I left this morning her hair had been shoulder length, and now it was shorter, that very feminine cut that so many women have these days, long bangs over her eyes, but cut close in back. She wore enough make-up to give her a high-price call girl appearance, big silver hoop ear rings, and pearl choker, and sexiest of all, white satin gloves that reached up to her elbows. There was something about her look that was absolutely feline.

"Happy birthday, darling." She said, looking into the camera with a curled lip that gave me a hard-on. "Do you like what you see? You should, since you picked this outfit." She cocked her hip to one side and placed a fist on it. "I have a confession to make, Doug, honey. Are you ready to hear it?" She grinned and made a dramatic pause. Then her tone got gleeful, childish. "I was so angry at you, Doug, for what you did, finding a younger woman. I admit I was jealous. And I did a bad thing to get back at you, Doug..." she started sauntering towards the camera, hips swaying. "I did a very bad thing. About a hundred times, I did it, probably. I did the bad thing on our bed. In the back seat of your sports car. I did it in our shower, in a public bathroom at a restaurant with my miniskirt bunched up around my ass and my panties at my ankles...." Laura put her finger to her lips, as if she was trying to remember one detail from a thousand, and then her face brightened. "Oh yes And I did it once bent over your kitchen table while you were taking a shower." 

My mouth was wide open and I was sweating, but I had already started stroking my cock through my suit pants. On the TV, Laura grinned devilishly. "The first time was the day I had you fuck me in front of the mirror. I did the bad thing earlier that day on that same bed, darling, Wearing nothing but one of your workshirts. I had to throw it away afterwards, of course, because the buttons were ripped off. It was such a kick to have you take me that afternoon, knowing that a younger stud had fucked my brains out four times on the same spot." Laura cocked her head to the side. "You didn't think I bought that mirror just to watch you fuck me, did you?"

So my wife had been fucking another guy. All right. And I gathered that same guy was the one doing the recording. What shocked the hell out of me was who that younger guy was. The camera followed Laura as she sat down on the bed and crossed her legs in a way that made my balls ache. "I know I could get any man, Doug. I know that. But you never knew I had my own dark fantasies, did you? At the time they didn't involve you watching me with another man, though they do now. But what the fantasies did involve was one particular man, a man doing everything to me that you have done over the years...." Then she looked up over the camera at whoever was holding it and said "Why don't you show him honey?"

The camera whirled and faced the mirror, and in that mirror I saw the reflection of the man holding it. Our 19 year old son, Sam. "Hi Dad," he grinned. "Happy birthday." in the reflection of the mirror I saw Laura stand up, walk up behind Sam, reach around and squeeze his cock though his boxers. He was wearing nothing else, and his cock was already a huge bulge. The kid was hung.

He turned the camera back to Laura, and she was unbuttoning the front of her corset. "I'd wanted him since he turned sixteen, Doug, since he grew taller than you. Since he started hitting the gym and got so chiseled. It wasn't hard seducing him either, "She slid the corset down to the floor. "I figured you were chasing your fantasies, why not chase mine. No drama. I knew Sam would be home early that afternoon from football practice, so I made sure I was home. Already had the mirror set up. When he was in the shower I walked in naked, opened the door and asked if I could join him. He was apprehensive at first, in fact down right scared, but he changed his tune once I knelt down and slid his cock down my throat, didn't you honey?" 

"Yes, maam, I did," Sam said from behind the camera.

"I teased him to the point that he was about to cum, then stood up and stepped out of the shower. He was like a madman, dragged me into the bedroom you and I share, with me spurring him on. We got there and I twisted away from him and locked myself in the bathroom. Bet you thought I had changed my mind, didn't you, Sam? But no, I stepped out of that bathroom dressed in these same heels and wearing a crisp white shirt that belongs to you, Doug." That was when I noticed that Laura's arm seemed to be moving, back and forth, off camera, and Sam was groaning. "I wanted Sam to take me Doug, and he did. Like a fucking animal, he took me. On your bed. He held me down while he shoved his cock in my pussy and ripped open your shirt so he could suck my tits while we came together. And then he fucked me again. And again. And again.

"But I'm not angry anymore, darling. Really I'm not." Laura continued. "In fact, today is about you. Today, I'm going to make your darkest fantasy come true. Well, Sam and I are, at any rate." 

Suddenly the camera pointed down, and I saw Laura's gloved hand jerking off Sam's exposed cock, rubbing the tip of it against her belly button. She slowly slid to her knees, eyes smiling up at the camera the whole time, her hand still working my son. "Would you like to hear some of the other things Sam has done to me, Doug?" She asked. "He fucks me like I was his whore, for one. I mean hard, honey. He rides me like I was his own personal bitch. And I love every second of it. And he can do it for as long as I want, as many times as I want." She tilted her head back, still jerking him. That kid's cock just kept getting bigger while she did it. "I bet you're wondering where I let him cum, aren't you honey? Well, I make him wear a rubber, and sometimes he cums in that. I love feeling his cock throb when he blows, jerking inside me. Sometimes he pulls out and blows on my ass. That's always messy, because Sam cums so much, don't you Sam? In fucking quarts. It always drips down the crack of my ass, down my thighs...but there were other times.... Once I wore my bridal veil, and jerked him off onto it... sort of like a facial.... then he loves to cum on my tits.... I even jerked him off onto one of our wedding photos...." 

Then Laura leaned forward and closed her eyes, her lips slipping over the head of Sam's cock. Both he and I gasped as she engulfed him, her eyes opening and burning into the camera. Then she started to move up and down his knob, nostrils flaring, her lips working him. "Mom... Mom slow down..." Sam said just as she deepthroated him, her nose buried into his stomach, cock down her throat. "Oh god Mom... I'm about to..." 

And then Laura pulled off, gasping for air and laughing, her hand reaching back up to stroke his cock. "I bet you are wondering if I've ever swallowed Sam's cum, aren't you Doug?" That wicked grin of hers answered that question before she did. "You know how much I love cum, Doug. So you should know the answer. Oh yes, I've swallowed Sam's cum, god knows how many times. Dozens maybe. I let him shoot it in one of your shot glasses once, and drank it all down. Several mornings I set my alarm early and sneaked down the hall while you were still asleep. I climbed in bed with Sam and sucked his cock. I watched him grip the sheets and arch his back when he came in my mouth, then I swallowed it all down for him and came back to bed with you... All those mornings I let you fuck me? I'd already sucked Sam off..." Now she had a sexy snarl on her lips, looking up at the cam, jerking him off, and I knew what was coming next. "But I think that's enough talk. I think now you need a demonstration...." And with that Laura leaned forward and started sucking our son's cock again.

Her eyes never left the camera, she bobbed her head up and down, he ran his fingers through her hair, and I knew he couldn't last long. No man could have. "Mom... Oh god mom.... Get ready " 

Suddenly Laura grabbed Sam's cock, pulled it out of her mouth, and started jerking it, hard, "Yeah baby, cum on mommy's face Cum all over my fucking face you big fucking stud.... YES "A thick, white rope of cum splattered across Laura's face, into her hair, matting it. She then stuffed the head of his cock back into her mouth and formed a tight seal with her lips, eyes burning green fire at the camera lens. Her left hand still worked the base of Sam's cock, and I couldn't imagine how those sating gloves felt in him. Laura was kind of smiling around Sam's girth. I knew that every big twitch Sam's cock made represented a huge load of cum spurting into my wife's mouth. And she worked it and worked it, for every drop. Then Sam's breathing seemed to slow down, and I could tell Laura was satisfied with herself; her eyes seemed to be laughing at me as she slowly eased her lips off of Sam's throbbing cock and opened her mouth for the camera. 

Her tongue was coated in white, she swirled it around a bit, then laughed as she gargled. And with one huge gulp, swallowed every drop. She opened her mouth, clean and empty now.

"Was that everything you wanted it to be honey?" She asked. 

"Yes maam, it was" Sam replied. 

"Sam darling," Laura said grinning, and wiping the splatter of cum away from her cheek. "I wasn't talking to you."

III

I was shocked that the camera changed scenes, then. Sam must have turned it off and mounted it back to the tripod, because the next thing I saw was my wife on her back across the bed, Sam naked and on top of her. They were kissing passionately, and I thought at first they were fucking; Laura had those long legs wrapped around his waist. But he was only teasing her with his cock as their tongues danced. 

Sam slid down his mother's body, licking down her throat, then suckling on first one breast, then another. Laura has always loved to have her nipples teased. Sam kissed down her belly, and situated himself on his knees on the floor between her legs, throwing a thigh over each shoulder. "Oh god, baby...." Laura said. "Please eat my pussy. Please eat mommy's pussy... yyyeesssss..."

I saw Sam's tongue darting and swirling along her clit, and Laura was arching her back and gripping the sheets, looking into the lens, moaning. "Put your fingers inside me baby... I'm so fucking hot it won't take long to make me cum..." Sam reached his right hand up to Laura's mouth, she sucked two of his fingers between her lips, moistening them, and when he brought t hem back down and eased them into her pussy, she cried out like the roof was falling in. "FUUUCCCKKK YEEESSSS Do it Finger fuck Mommy Finger fuck me, you big hung bastard Yes "

Sam worked her over pretty good, his two fingers sawing away at his mother's cunt while his tongue flicked away at her clit. The Laura pushed up on one elbow and grabbed his head with her other hand, pushing it deeper into her slit. "Oh Sam honey... Oh Sam you're gonna make mommy cum, baby. Yes. Yes, oh fuck.... YEEEEESSSS NOW LET DADDY SEE HOW YOU MAKE MOMMY CUUUUUMMMMM " She began kicking and bucking her legs, and I watched Sam's hand moving inside her. 

Laura has ejaculatory orgasms. Sometimes. When she's really hot and the she's being worked well. And I watched her spurt as much cum on Sam's face as he had spurted on hers.

"Jesus God " Laura laughed as Sam looked up at her, grinning and glistening from her orgasm. "Oh honey, you deserved a special treat for that Come here..." Sam stood up and Laura slinked off the bed, onto the floor between his legs, and began sucking his cock again, which was already rock hard for the second time. She had to pull it down, as it pointed up toward his belly button the way mine did when I was his age. 

Laura stood up, and they were face to face, kissing while she stroked his cock. Then Laura reached over to the night stand, ripped open a squar package, and produced a condom. "Lie down on the bed." Laura commanded. Sam hopped on his back with a grin as Laura placed the tip of the condom in her teeth, knelt down over Sam, and slid it onto his cock with her mouth. She straddled Sam, holding his cock between her legs, and I watched as my wife eased her drenched pussy down onto my son's sheathed cock.

"Well Sam, why don't we start by showing Daddy how much your mom loves to fuck you..." Laura said, placing a hand on either side of Sam's head and bucking her crotch against his. Sam clapped his hands on her ass, and pulled her against him.

What followed was five minutes of the most intense fucking I've ever seen, and you're listening to a man who has watched a lot of porn. Laura swivelled her hips against Sam's crotch as her breasts swayed in his face, and he became something like an animal underneath her, grunting, pounding his cock up an into her "Ride it Ride it you hot little bitch " Sam said, then shoved Laura's left breast into his mouth. 

Laura put her gloved hands onto his chest, and began making shorter sharper strokes with her ass, shutting her eyes. "Oh god baby... Oh honey... Your about to make me...." And then she arched her back, threw back her head, and cried out, "FUCK I'M CUMMING BABY YES OOOOHHHH MY CHRIIIIIIIST YEEEEEEEEES " She gave him two more thrusts, and then with a smile slowly slid down until she was lying atop him. She kissed Sam tenderly and said, "the only thing better than fucking your son is fucking your son while your husband watches."




Birthday Gift



And then some kind of sexual energy, something animal, took over Sam. If she had said something like that to me, I imagine it would have had the same effect. He began this low guttural growl, in one deft move he rolled his mother over onto her back, and he was on top of her, pinning her legs back to her shoulders "You hot little bitch You want your husband to watch you fuck? Well, you better get ready to take it."

Laura was thrilled, and laughed as Sam began driving into her to the hilt, savagely. She looked up at him with those burning emerald eyes and spurred him on. "That so, stud? You gonna show daddy who the big man is? Gonna do it by fucking mommy? Gonna do it by fucking his woman? Well you go ahead baby... oh god... you... you go ahead. Take it. Anything you want. You make me yours Sam! You here? Make mommy's body yours!" 

The claps their flesh made were like gunshots as Sam drove down into his mother, her breasts swaying, legs back to her shoulders, her soft, unprotected pussy being assaulted by his big cock. She wasn't even verbal now, neither of them were. They were just two animals fucking, totally focused on one another. I watched Sam throw his head back and begin a full assault on her, no rhythm, no style, just slamming into her while she thrashed around underneath him. He was going for it. My wife and son where about to come together.

But Laura noticed, and suddenly her eyes snapped open and she screamed "STOP NOT YET STOP GODDAMN IT " and she slapped Sam across the face, not enough to hurt, but to get his attention. 

He was so shocked he jerked his cock out of her and pulled back. "What is it? Was I hurting you?"

Laura caught her breath, and looked up at him, "No baby. You weren't hurting me... but I want Dad to witness the grand finally. I want him to see me give you the last thing I have to give. And I want him to watch me fuck you in his favorite position," her eyes burned into the camera. "Your going to mount me and fuck me from behind."

Laura motioned for Sam to stand up beside the bed, and he obeyed. God, he was always such a mama's boy. She pulled close to him, he face level with his belly, and stroked his sheathed cock. Then she looked at me and grinned as she slipped the condom off of his member and tossed it at the camera lense. It missed, but I heard it bump into the tripod and hit the floor. Then Laura, her eyes on me, slowly climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees like a lioness accepting submitting to her mate. She was facing me, then looked over her shoulder at out son and said, "Climb aboard, stud, and show Daddy how to ride a woman."

Laura laughed as Sam scrambled up behind her, but before he slid his cock into her, he asked. "You're sure you want it without the condom, Mom?"

Still looking at me, "Yes baby. I'm sure."

"Do you, you know, want me to pull out when I cum?"

Laura grinned and chuckled. "No baby. I want to feel all your fresh cum spurt inside me. I want Daddy to watch my face as I feel it flood me. Now..." She turned to him and looked over her shoulder. "Are you gonna fuck me before the tape runs out?"

Sam put his left hand on Laura's shoulder and guided his cock into her with the other, and I saw her grimace in pleasure as she felt him sink inside her. He began slow, each thrust hard and deliberate, and began to speed up. "Yes baby...." Laura husked. "You fuck that pussy. You show him how you fuck my pussy. Take that little cunt and claim it... Yes!"

I had been surprised when Laura had put the condom on Sam. She sort of has a cum fetish, loves to swallow, loves to feel it inside her. Tell you the truth, I've always had the some fetish, and I have to admit that I was stroking my cock pretty hard as I watched. I wanted to see the look on her face when she felt that first spirt of cum, I wanted to see her milking it out of him. I imagine Laura knew what I wanted, and my wife didn't disappoint.

Sam was watching something off camera, the mirror in the corner I presume, while Laura kept her eyes trained on the camera. She had this sexy snarl on her face that twisted into the most wicked grin I have ever seen. Sam was speeding up, the headboard was crashing into the wall. It was almost time.

"Oh god, Doug... I can feel his cock swelling... His balls are tightening up... Are you watching my face Doug, because I'm going to cum with him.... Oh god baby, keep going... let it build baby..."

Sam was groaning, and he had locked two hands onto my wife's curvy hips. He was thrusting into her for all he was worth, and she was thrusting back, almost as if she wanted to prove she could out-fuck him. "Mom... oh god it won't be long..." He whispered just loud enough to hear."

And then Laura came, hard: "YES! YES! YOU FUCK THAT PUSSY! OH GOD! CUM INSIDE ME BABY! MAKE MY PUSSY YOURS! CUM INSIDE MOMMY'S PUSSY! MAKE ME SWIM IN THAT CUUUUUUM!"

Sam suddenly grabbed a handful of Laura's hair and tugged back, forcing her to arch her back, and turned her to face the camera directly, pounding into her like a steam drill. "Take it you hot little SLUUUUUUUTTTT!"

He drove his cock home as they erupted together, tugging his mother's hair, bucking against her pussy, flooding her. 

"WATCH MY FACE DOUG! WATCH MY FACE! Mmmm I feel him cumming Doug... God he's so deep and cumming inside me... oh god..."

With a final thrust, Sam plunged into her mother, and then fell against her back. She held up their weight on her hands and knees, and then Sam sloughed off of her and fell back onto the bed. "Jesus God." He said after his cock had slipped from her. Laura turned and gave him a kiss, then stepped off the bed and sauntered toward the camera. She stopped, a couple of feet from the lense, pulled her pussy lips apart, and I heard her laugh with delight as thick white cum spilled out of her and down her thighs. 


IV

I stroked my cock, and was about to spurt myself when I heard Laura's voice from across the room. "Enjoying the show, Dougie?" I turned, and Laura was standing there beside Sam, a shopping bag in hand, wearing flats, tight white hot pants, and a blue tank top. She wore sunglasses to, high up above the hairline on her forehead. "Did you like the birthday gift we made for you?"

I have to admit to being a bit off guard, but up until this moment, It had all been an elaborate porn fantasy. Now I was in the same room with my wife and the young stud she was fucking. "I never thought I would say this, but I did," Then I smiled at her. "Wish I had been invited to the party you two threw in my honor though." 

Sam slapped his mother's ass playfully. "There'll be other parties, Dad."

"Yes," Laura said, tossing her bag down and walking across the room, around the couch, and dropped to her knees between my legs. "And honey, I hope you know I was just teasing with all that nonsense about Sam showing you up sexually. You have always been a wonderful lover. I just thought you may like hearing me spur him on." She wrinkled her nose and winked. Then her left hand found my cock while the other reached for the remote. "In fact, why don't I give you and Sam both a show right now?" 

Laura rewound the tape and hit play. It began with her climbing up on all fours and bending over for Sam, and as he began to fuck her on the TV screen, Laura began sucking my cock while the real Sam stood at the end of the couch massaging himself through his jeans.

Laura pulled back from sucking me and said, "Doug honey? Want to show your son how a man cums at just the right moment? I want you to blow your load in my mouth when Sam cums inside me on the tape." With that Laura began sucking my cock again as only she can. 

It is safe to say that my wife understand me.



Birthday Gift for Him Again



Patty needed rest from her wild weekend with Billy. It all still seemed like a dream to her. The tenderness between her legs reminded her that it wasn't just a dream. It had really happened.

After such a tumultuous weekend, the big, open-aired house made her feel small. Five bedrooms. Five and a half baths. Why did she still live in such a place? But, it had been her home for a very long time.

Billy had dropped her off just earlier, and it had been really tempting to just have him stay over. But they went separate ways to wind down before their weeks started, and so they could sort things through. At least that was Patty's feeling.

A good, long bath and a glass of wine helped Patty immensely. She thought of a good book to read, but her mind kept returning to Billy. Their intimacy and raw sex had been unlike anything she had ever experienced.

She was in a gown and almost to bed when her phone started buzzing. One look at the name and she grinned. "Billy".

"Hi." She half-whispered it.

"Hi." His voice was gravelly and she immediately wondered if he was in bed. It sounded like he was. "I don't think I'm going straight to sleep."

"No?" She was glad, she admitted to herself.

"Can't stop thinking about you. About us."

She pressed her lips and thought of what she ought to say, compared with what she wanted to say.

Finally, she relented. "Yeah? Neither can I."

"I want to see you."

"You do?"

"Yeah."

"Already?"

"Absolutely."

"I'm already in bed." She stood over the bed she was about to get into and sipped her wine.

"Good."

She chuckled.

"There's something we didn't do this weekend that I can't get out of my head." His words were so low she wondered if he was stroking himself on the other end. He definitely sounded aroused.

"Yeah?"

"Yep."

"Well," she bit her lip, "think of us doing it and then go to sleep."

"No, I want us to do it."

She sat gently onto the bed. For the umpteenth time that weekend, she was reacting inside. She shut her eyes and wondered if she would ever be the same again.

"Billy, I'm sure we probably will."

He exhaled on the other end of the phone.

"Can you give me a hint?"

"It involves you on your knees."

She sighed aloud and then wished she hadn't reacted so quickly. The thought of his thick cock hit her at once.

"Um, I haven't done that in a long time, actually." It was true. And she didn't really know what else to say. The fact that he was thinking of her doing that made her squirm on the bed.

"It's got me going thinking about it."

Her eyes frantically darted about the bedroom, as she tried to think of what to say. She was very torn but then tried for being the responsible one.

"Let's give it time." She was whispering.

"I'll be there in twenty minutes."

She was silent a second. He spoke again directly.

"Be downstairs. Ready."

"That's pretty bold." She intended it to sound defensive, but she knew it didn't.

"Twenty minutes." He hung up.

She bowed her head and couldn't keep from grinning. She shook her head slowly. She thought of calling him back. Telling him no. 

Instead, she simply put her phone on her nightstand. She stood up, and she walked over to the bathroom. She pulled her robe on and stared into the mirror. Her drawn face stared back at her.

She tied the robe tightly, and she grimaced as she reached for make-up and some lipstick. Her hand trembled just a bit when she picked a bold red gloss.

It took several minutes to freshen up, and every couple of minutes, she thought of calling him. Each time she kept at her touch-ups to her face.

When she finished, she figured it had almost been twenty minutes already. She toyed with the idea of keeping him ready perhaps. She could call him and tease him as he headed over. 'What has gotten into me?'

She took one last look at her lips, and she didn't think she could leave them that way. They were carefully done with the shiny red. It was late at night. He had just talked about her getting on her knees for him. It would be awful to go downstairs this way. Awful.

She reached for tissue and turned on the water. A last quick glimpse into the mirror and she thought of the evening before. In the bathroom. When he had held her by her hair. Made her watch him fuck her.

Slowly, she put the tissue back down. Her hand turned the faucet off. Her glossy red lips pursed back at her as she left the bathroom.

She took the stairs down one at a time. With each step, her pussy moistened more, it seemed. She could not have taken longer to descend them, but when she reached the bottom, he still hadn't arrived. 

When she got to the foyer, she paused. She had her wine glass in her hand. She could go to refill her glass. She considered the sharp, sweet taste of Chardonnay that was nearby.

Her feet didn't move and she didn't go to the kitchen. She just stood facing the door. "I must be going crazy'.

She took a step forward and waited. Inexplicably, she grew more aroused just standing there waiting on him. She let her mind trace back, and she couldn't think of anytime in the last four or five years she had performed oral sex. She even doubted whether she could go through with it.

The doorbell chimed and she jumped. He was there. She stepped forward to the door, saw it was him, and opened the door.

She backed a couple of steps to let him in, and then she watched his stare to her face. The same burning intensity in his eyes from the night before was back. He closed the door behind himself. He stood there in front of her.

She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She looked away to the living room, and then back to him.

His broad shoulders stretched the t-shirt he was wearing, and the jeans he had thrown on were old. He looked tan from the beach. She cursed herself for what she felt between her legs.

He shook his head. 

She looked up at him pleadingly. Then she whispered in the still, silent house. "I can't."

He took one step forward and she wondered if he was about to kiss her. Their eyes were locked. Whatever advantage or confidence she had held over the weekend was gone. She held some deep desire to please him she couldn't even name. 

He brought his hands to her shoulders. There was a slight squeeze first, but then there was a distinct press there. When it didn't ease, she let him guide her downward. Her knees bent and she squatted to kneel. She straightened her legs behind her and arched her back. Her face was level with his lower stomach. 

She peered up at him. She gave the slightest of shrugs. "Billy, I... ."

"Undo my jeans."

She looked at his crotch right under her face and the bulge was huge on the left side of his jeans. She looked back up at him helplessly. He put his hands in her hair, as she brought her hands to his belt.

She noticed herself breathing heavier than she wanted to, as she wrestled with the belt, the button and the zipper. The expensive rug she knelt on was thankfully easy on her bare knees. 

She had his fly open and his boxers in view, when both his hands brushed at her hair, clearing it from her face. Her hands pulled away his boxers, and she had to fight to retrieve his dick. She still couldn't get over how thick he was, as she gripped his base.

Her left hand held down the cotton boxers, and her right hand fished him from within the underwear. Once he was cleared from the boxers, he grew in her fist. It jutted towards her face. 

His hands held her cheeks and tilted her face up to look into his eyes. Her right hand still held him around his shaft, and her left hand rested on his base and felt some of his heavy balls.

"Kiss me." His direction was as firm as it was surprising to her. She hesitated. She glanced at the head of him, and it looked swollen and very smooth.

Keeping in mind where she held him, she looked back up at his eyes. She was looking straight into his eyes, as she leaned forward. She puckered her full lips and she touched them to his cockhead. It twitched at her peck.

She glanced down at where she had kissed. His bulbous head twitched. There was redness on his cockhead where her kiss had been. She squirmed and looked back up.

She swayed her head back and then forward again, and when she made contact this time, she didn't move away. His head stayed at her lips, and she relaxed her lips. She was staring up at his eyes, and she watched them grow wide, as she parted her lips to go around the crown of him.

This was her 'Billy'. Her stomach churned. Her middle dampened.

His mouth opened above her, as he had to feel her moist lips yield to his round head. It eased past her lips, and she opened to make her mouth wide. When the head of him had entered her mouth, the very soft underside of him slid on her tongue. He grunted above her.

She batted her eyes and worried just how lurid she must have looked to him. Here she was on her knees in front of her son. They were in the foyer of their home, where she had lived with his father. How many times had the whole family been together and come right through where they were right now? And, here she was on her knees. She had her lips around the head of his cock.

She let that thought flood her, and then she moved her face forward. She had to stretch her mouth wider, and his hands held the sides of her face. His cock sank further into her mouth.

Now, she felt her own eyes open concernedly, frantic with how full her mouth was with him. His hands brought her face even closer, and she surprised them both.

He gasped hard, when she sunk her cheeks inward, sucking on him and closing her mouth to him. She knew she had to look bizarre with her mouth so very open to accommodate him, but at this point, she wanted very much to please him

Her head eased slightly down, leveling her mouth to him. He rocked on his heels, sliding himself back and forth at her lips. Her lips stayed pressed around him, and it hit her. Sooner or later, he would let loose.

She tried backing her face away a bit, and his hands gripped tighter to the sides of her face. It didn't just not work; it backfired. He pushed further forward.

The stiff shaft of him drew further past her lips, and his large head poked into her throat. She had no choice but to gag, and she gagged hard. He let her pull off to swallow and calm.

She was about to say a warning about not releasing in her mouth, when he plunged back forward. He pried her lips. His hardness again filled her mouth.

He threw his head back and a small cry sounded. His cock was well into her mouth, with her cheeks hollowed to him, when she felt it.

A leak from him puddled at her throat and she reflexively swallowed. She relaxed in relief. 'This isn't so bad after all. That didn't really have a taste.' She sucked hard and it happened.

A gush erupted shooting down her throat but also backing up in her mouth. No sooner had the first kick from him ended, and another pulsed. This time strong, unmistakable saltiness filled her mouth and spilled out her lower lip. Her chin was wet with him.

He moaned loud and she shrilled with her mouth full. She was pulling him back when another spurt shot. She had no choice now but to swallow and she marveled at how much there was.

Her face finally left him and she was face to face with what had spewed at her. She was spying his head when it shocked her. It burst a white string at her and she started blinking repeatedly. The first string laced her cheek and a second string blurred her right eye. She squinted and another glob landed stretching from her nose down to her lips.

Dazed, she tried to retreat, and she sensed his palms tilt her face to look up at him. She could only focus through left eye but she could see him still rocking from his orgasm. She felt a thumping at her cheek and his cock was tapping there.

His hand held his base and he was drawing his head about her face. 'Is he smearing himself around my face?' His cockhead dragged from cheek to chin to the other cheek, as she just gawked at him. Then, it patted against her lips.

His hands left her head and his feet shuffled in place, and she took this chance to recoil. She unfolded from him, and she laid onto the floor. She was exhausted. She couldn't believe what had just happened.

In her periphery, she noticed him moving, and she expected he was going to prop next to her. Instead she felt his hands pulling her robe upwards.

"Billy, no." She said it but she didn't have the strength or energy to really get up. Her hands tried to brush him away. 

Rather than move away, he pushed her robe up over her waist. Now, the cool air of the room met her open thighs. She glimpsed down to see his face going between her legs.

"Billy, NO!" Her hands pushed at his head. They clutched into his hair. Panic raced in her knowing his face was there.

His mouth met her sex and his lips cupped her. Sensations shot from her middle. "OOOOHHHHHH!"

She clamped her legs together, but they just clutched his head. Her torso curled forward trying to get up, but his tongue lapped right between her lips down there, and she fell straight back.

The feel of his warm, wet tongue sliding through her lips made her lose it, and she arched her back, pushing her pussy at his face. She bucked her hips hard against his face. She brought her hands to her face.

His lips and tongue worked at her, licking and sucking first her lips and then her clit.

She cried out hard, and she wiggled on the expensive rug. Her hands were on her face, so she had no control whatsoever of her body rolling about on the floor. Her fingers dabbed the cream coating her cheeks and chin. Her mouth opened and she pushed the wet fingers inside her mouth. She sucked her fingers hard.

Her fingers were still in her mouth, Billy still sucked her clit, and salty globs spilled down her throat, as she exploded from core. Her entire body rocked on the padded rug and she squealed with her fingers still in her mouth. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Dizziness made her weightless.

She kept convulsing for several moments. When her hands finally fell to her sides, she heard herself whimpering. She was sprawled out and helpless. 

Billy laid back beside her. He was barely flat on his back, when she heard it. The doorbell again was chiming.

She looked over to Billy and he stared back at her.

She got scared that it could only be something bad.

She struggled hard to get to her feet. Her legs were wobbly, and she worried if she could stay upright. She staggered to the front door.

She drew in a breath and looked outside. A young woman stood alone outside. Patty yanked the door open.

The young woman stood right in front of her, only a step away.

Patty gawked at her. "Allison?"

Allison's face squinted with concern. "Ms. McGuire?"

"Allison, what's wrong? What are you doing here?"

"I was in the neighborhood. I saw Billy's truck out front."

Allison stared with shock at Patty's face and her voice got shaky.

"Ms. McGuire, are you alright?"

"Huh?" 

"Ms. McGuire, your face looks wet. Have you been crying?"

Patty paused and gulped. When she did, she felt a pungent, salty trickle ease down her throat. As it did, she smiled back at Allison.



Birthday Gift from Mistress



Diane opened the package sent by Ms. Lauren, and found in the carton a note, and a smart phone, and a shoebox. "Dear slut, you are closer to becoming part of my sub family, but you have a task. The phone is just a loan for your task, not a gift. The box, however, is the birthday gift you deserve, Open the GPS app on the phone, choose location 1 "Diane's Test" and go there. Once you are there, change clothes and wear what is in the box. I expect you to film at least 10 minutes of video, with at least 5 other women, more if you wish. Upload the video by midnight in order for me to see how you did. And of course, do not open the box ahead of time- I want the first scene to be someone filming you breaking the seal and looking in the box. Be creative!"

When she turned on the phone, the location map showed a nearby summer resort town, but nothing more. Checking her watch, Diane took the box and drove over, following the GPS directions. When she arrived, she found a dockside bar, busy late on a summer afternoon. Women in bikinis and sun dresses, men in casual wear, music and the activity of a young bar crowd. She took the small box, and the phone, and went out to the deck, looking for someone to help her begin.

Diane approached an older woman, about her age, who was drinking wine with several friends. "Hi, could you help me? My name is Diane, a friend gave me a surprise birthday gift, and part of the surprise is to be filmed opening it. Could you use this phone?" She looked up, with her big sunglasses, and smiled to her friends.

"Sure, Hon let me help." The woman found the phone controls, and focused on her. Diane took a deep breath, and ripped open the shoebox. As she pulled the tissue open, she saw a flutter of pink fabric and the glitter of silver. As the video zoomed in, on the contents and her face, she flushed as she pulled out an impossibly tiny bikini of some sort, with a tag, and a pair of glittery plastic high heel shoes with flecks of silver. The tag read "sling bikini-exotic dancer'; she realized Ms. Lauren had given her stripper heels and a costume.

The camera woman and her friends laughed, and turned to her. "I think I'll keep your phone- until you come back and model this. Happy Birthday- hurry up!" 

Diane sighed, and found the ladies room. She removed her clothes in the small room, and had to figure out the bikini; its top barely covered her breasts, and the sling went between her legs like a thong. The plastic heels were very high and awkward to walk in, giving her an exaggerated hip swinging walk. She looked in the mirror-she had gone from professional and mature to a slut on display, hardly able to walk without the suit falling off her. She folder her clothing and sensible shoes into the box, and tucked it in a cabinet under the sink.

When she walked out, through the bar, conversations stopped as people saw her, the only woman here in such a ridiculous and exposed outfit. Diane swayed and clattered through the crowd, and felt bolder hands touching her exposed ass as she walked, When she got back to the women's' table, they laughed out loud. "This is too cool, look at the birthday slut! I am guessing you need a picture of this, hmm?" 

Diane gulped and tried to stand tall and keep the suit on. "Yes, please, I need photos with at least 5 women." The older blond laughed harder, and turned to her friends.

"She's already drawing a crowd; I think we can make this a memorable day for Diane here." She took Diane's arm, and led her to the railing of the deck, looking out over the water. "Hands on the rail, Diane, bend over." With their hands on her bare hips, Diane was positioned a few feet from the metal railing, with her legs in a wide V, balanced on the tall heels, and bent forward at the waist so she had to stretch to hold the rail. Part of the crowd moved closer, and someone brought a thin cord from one of the boats at the dock which they used to tie her wrists to the rail. "Hang on, we want you to feel secure" the blond laughed.

As one woman used the phone camera, others took turns, posing with Diane, pulling the sling away to expose her hanging breasts, playing with her nipples, cupping a hand between her legs, spanking and slapping her exposed ass. One of the younger men who had been watching climbed onto the rail, sitting between her tied hands. His hard cock was soon at her lips, and everyone laughed as she gave up and licked it, then opened her lips and blinked back tears as her head bobbed on it. Diane felt the bottom of the suit pulled aside, and fingers exploring her cunt and ass. "And, how old are you today Diane?" She gulped and swallowed as the hard cock spurted over her face and hair, defeated. "44".

The laughing crowd lined up, taking their swings, giving her 44 hard spanks as the video woman recorded it and kept count. With her ass red and flaming with pain, Diane felt the shame as she came for them, juices flowing down her leg. She closed her eyes, as the small crowd went inside and returned to their drinking. She was left alone, tied to the rail, breasts swaying, as the sky darkened and the sea breeze came up. She waited and shivered, then heard the tap of heels on the deck. One of the women spoke from behind her.

"You put on quite a show, Diane. We found your clothes and purse in the bathroom, you might need these. "She put the open box on the deck, between Diane's spread legs, and pushed it into her line of vision. Her clothing had been sliced into small scraps, so that nothing was wearable or would cover her. The woman tucked the phone and car keys into the bikini bottom, wet now with her juices. 

"Open your mouth, Hon." She slid a plastic card between Diane's teeth. "This is your driver's license, we got a close up of it and put it into your video; we already uploaded a copy of the whole thing to a porn website, so you might get some calls if someone wants an older submissive slut. With a last hard spank, she turned away and untied the cord from Diane's wrists. "Hope your friend enjoys your video."



Birthday Gift to Remember



I woke up the day after my nineteenth birthday with my sister's lips wrapped around my cock and she was giving me one hell of a late birthday gift. Her head was bobbing up and down with fierce determination and her tongue swirled around the shaft and head like a sex starved snake in need of a good meal. I lay there in a drunken fugue watching with a mixture of detached indifference and the hedonist whore who didn't care who was sucking on his dick at the moment. I moaned softly to tell her I was awake and then groaned a lot louder when she preceded to deep throat me with a wink of her eye. I began to feel that tingling sensation that told the minority, my sober mind, that I was about to cum and I could tell she knew what was going on as my cock began to swell and swell in her talented mouth and she attacked with renewed vigor. I clutched at the bed sheets and bit my lip as the wave of ecstasy was about to crash over me and I sure as hell didn't want to wake my parents. I watched her change tactics as she stroked my shaft and licked and sucked the head of my dick hard and fast and her efforts bore fruit as I bit back a scream as my orgasm hit me and the little minx milked me of every drop of cum and then some. She continued to stroke and suck until I reached sensory overload and beyond. I was a quivering mass of happy manhood. She laid her naked body on top of mine and purred like the cat that had just eaten the bird. 

"Happy Birthday little brother and many more," she moaned in my ear. 

I looked up at her and blinked not making the connection. 

"You don't remember?" she asked as she rubbed her soaked pussy over my semi-hard cock.

"Can you remind me?" 

I asked her and instead of getting angry she just smiled and began to recount things from her perspective.

24 Hours Earlier:

"Do I have to go?" I moaned at my parents over the cell phone.

"It's your brother's 19th birthday and he deserves to see you a couple of times a year for crying out loud." 

My mother managed to raise guilt into a whole new art form.

"OK, ok... I'll show up and give him a big wet sloppy kiss." 

My mom's tirade entered the whole, 'after all the money I send for you for college and you can't afford a card...' 

"I will get the little shit a card ok?" 

My mother placated and my Saturday night ruined I planned on getting drunk as a skunk at least. So after going to the mall and picking out a stupid card I hit the liquor store and bought enough booze to salvage the night. So as I stood naked in front of the mirror at my dorm room I pondered what to wear. My hardest decision was whether or not to wear underwear, I chose not. Short black skirt that just barely hid my ass cheeks and a leather bustier to lift and show off the pride of the line, my 36 D titties; I wasn't sure how slutty to dress for the occasion and how much embarrassment factor to consider but there were going to be young horny men there and I could not pass up the chance for some easy tween sex, tween is that age men are in when they are nineteen going on twenty. That is the perfect age to teach them the finer arts of fucking. 

Two hours later I am still at the mall and checking my watch for the first time and holy shit how the time flies when one is shopping. Fashionably late is what they call it and when I walked into our parent's house and took a look in the living room my parents would have shit a brick. There are six chairs set up on a circle and there are five naked girls kneeling on the seats and the guys are looking for girl six and yes you guessed it, the late one gets the remaining seat. So after three quick shots of patrone tequila I am feeling in the mood for some nasty action. At this point I have forgotten the card, the fact that it is my little brother's birthday; this is my chance to get some dick and not about to pass it up. So I slowly strip down, teasing guys and girls alike and when I am done I kneel on the cushioned seat of the chair and am blindfolded. My pussy is soaked as I hear the handsome guy who poured my shots of patrone for me. 

"Ladies, Gentlemen and whores..." a hard slap on my ass got my juices flowing nicely... "We are here tonight to see some real live fucking and oh yeah celebrate some asshole's birthday." 

The crowd cheered and then a hush fell on the crowd. 

"Whores now hear this, the lucky bastard who has been chosen tonight will himself choose who he will fuck by how good you suck his 'cock'." 

There was a strong emphasis on the word cock and that filled my brain with some nice shapes and sizes. 

"And so without further delay bring out the cock." 

There were cheers and whistles and then a hush fell over the crowd and I could hear snippets from the girls not kneeling.

"...if I had known it was that big I'd have volunteered..."

"...that's a throat gagger..."

"...god damn boy now that's a cock..."

I licked my lips in anticipation but I was not the first nor second and as fate would have it I was dead last. I could hear his moans and the sounds of dick sucking going on all around me and my pussy was drenched by the time I felt the tip of his cock by my lips and baby I brought on the rain. I sucked just the tip into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it and inched my way down this monster of a cock; he had to be at least eight inches if not more. Soon he was rocking his hips and fucking my mouth and I did the rest of the work and I could hear him moan louder and louder as I teased and obviously pleased him. But before he could cum he pulled his iron hard cock from my eager mouth and there were murmurs as male voices conferred and confirmed.

"We have a winner and to show the lucky lady who has won our lucky bastard here will fuck her before all of your eyes to see and make her cum." 

There was a long pause and I felt someone's hands on my ass cheeks fondling them and pulling them apart before that long thick cock was slammed into me and I screamed as he started pounding me like a man possessed. My foul mouth poured forth a litany of encouragements to my unknown lover.

"Oh yeah... fuck me like the dirty little whore I am... drill my pussy mystery man... yeah baby make this slut cum for you..." 

I was rocking my hips backward driving my pussy over that wonderful dick impaling myself over and over and he had a great hold on my ass cheeks and held on for dear life as he slammed his hips forward drilling me deeper and deeper. I could feel my orgasm building and building and soon I was thrashing about in perfect rapture as I came hard and loud; and to his credit the mystery man didn't stop until I felt him swell and grow and with a bone jarring thrust he shot his load deep into me. He even walked over and had me clean his cock for him and I licked and sucked him dry. I was madly in love with that cock and had to have it at least once more before I called it a night. I was finally allowed to remove my blindfold and searched around the living room; but to my utter horror it had turned into an orgy. There were young bodies everywhere sucking and fucking and taking their delight from their partners. 

"Where is he?" 

I asked but everyone was too busy to answer and so I searched my parent's house for him. I got to the kitchen and there was my little brother with some redhead on her knees in front of him sucking him off and he had his eyes closed and rocking his hips fucking her mouth. I stopped and found the scene oddly arousing in a very wrong sort of way. 

"Well little brother looks like you got a better present than I could ever give you." 

He looked over at me and it was obvious he was feeling no pain when he said those words that chilled my blood but made my pussy burn.

"Well you could get over here and show her how to really suck a dick." 

The redhead's eyes smoldered and she doubled her efforts and my brother moaned and ground his cock down her throat. I found my bottle of patrone untouched and began taking shorts straight from the bottle. Soon whatever inhibitions I might have had were drowned and pickled in tequila. I got on my hands and knees and hungry for cock crawled over wiggling my ass the entire distance and looked redhead in the eyes and there was an unspoken understanding and we shared my brother's cock. She and I kissed our tongues dueling over and around his dick teasing the sensitive head and I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started pumping it and she took the head into her mouth working it with gusto as I reached between her legs and found her clit and played with that as she played with my brother's cock. She was whimpering as I slid two fingers into her drenched pussy and howled as I finger fucked her. My brother looked down and wobbled around as he bent over to see what I was doing. It was then that he decided to take over; he took redhead and lifted her up and onto the kitchen table amazingly without dropping her. Then he positioned me between her legs and so I suckled her clit as I fingered her pussy. Then he stood behind me and eased his cock slowly into my pussy and it had a good memory for cocks and knew the mystery man from the sex game was none other than my dear brother. Soon his hips her moving forward fast and hard and he was pulling me back onto him with each and every thrust and I licked and teased redhead's clit and fingered her pussy with the same timing as my brother was doing to me. There was a wondrous chain reaction building and it started with the cock slamming into me so good and hard he was once again swelling and swelling and my pussy was on a hair trigger to cum and so was the redhead. When my brother finally came the two of us followed suit and the 'trimax' as I called it happened without effort of planning. All three of us climaxed like a house of cards and collapsed together on the floor dear friends for life. 

It was late into the night before I had the strength to stagger up into my old room and fall asleep. What I didn't realize is that mom and dad had rearranged bedrooms and now my little brother had the larger bedroom for himself. Like clockwork on Sunday morning my parents went to church and I woke up to something hard and unyielding pressing against my ass; it was of course my brother's wonderful cock and well I decided since I left his card out in my car to give him a birthday blowjob instead. It only seemed right after all and had nothing to do with my sudden craving for hard cock. 

After telling my brother the whole sorted tale his cock was once more raging and who was I to deny him the simply pleasure of my soaked pussy and so with a brilliant smile I mounted my brother and slowly lowered myself onto his morning wood, it was going to be a long hard day I could tell.