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The Birthday Gift

By: Tess_Stevens



"Okay, but you have to do it exactly as I want you to. Can you do that?"

"Yyesss" she breathed.

"Are you sure? You don't even know what I have in mind, now, do you?" I asked, pretending to try talking her out of it.

"No, but it's your birthday present. I really want you to be happy with it."

My wife, Nia, is much younger than I am. We got married just one week shy of her eighteenth birthday. That was my present to her. Six months later, she thought it was my turn to get exactly what I wanted.

"I'm not going to tell you what I have in mind, either, until we get there. You can't back out at the last minute."

I posted an ad on the local electronic bulletin board, and I waited for the interested responses. Meanwhile, I went out and bought my wife one of those thirty day ovulation tests "just for kicks."

On the magical day—the day the test turned blue to indicate she was absolutely going to get pregnant—I treated her like she was getting the gift. In a way, she was. I hoped she'd enjoy my birthday gift as much as I would.

First, I took her down and got her a Brazilian wax on her pubes. That sexy little line of hair would turn on any guy. 

Next, I took her to the most exclusive lingere boutique in town to get her a nice, new corset—the kind that leaves your pussy and nipples exposed while adding nice definition to your torso—although I didn't expect that to stay on too long.

Finally, I took her to this tailor I know that can sew at record speed. He made her a dress that left most of her areolas exposed, where the nipples would pop out easily when she got bumped from behind, and cut so short that her pubic hair would have hung below the hem, if she had any left. She couldn't even sit down without showing off. 

I let the tailor suck her nipples and lick her clean, wet pussy while he measured her. Just for good luck, I let him blow his wad on her tits after she put the dress on. I really wanted her to be aroused and just a little messy when we got there. I think she thought that was my birthday wish, but it wasn't.

I had her come into the house while I got my camera and video equipment. While she sat on the couch, my friend Sam and I surveyed the scene appreciatively. As we loaded the car, Sam asked, "So, do I get a turn at that, too?"

"Of course. But not until after her quota's been filled."

"Awesome. You are some pal. You know I like to fuck a full pussy."

We drove up the mountain to the park. Already, the crowd had assembled. Forty-four men, one for each year of my life, each with a major erection, waiting for the chance to fuck and impregnate my eighteen-year-old wife.

We stepped out. The crowd cheered. Nia said, "I'm not sure about this..."

"But you promised. Remember? Last week, on my birthday, you said you'd give me anything I wanted for my present? Well, I want to film you accepting the semen from all of these men into your unprotected pussy. It's what I've always wanted."

Nia's nipples hardened in the chilly September evening air, and I bumped her from behind to make them fall out the top. 

Then, as we went to the picnic table where we were going to set up, men stopped us periodically so they could suck a little nipple and rub her lovely, swollen naked pussy. 

She seemed to enjoy it. Each time we stopped, I noticed her smile a little, offer up her breast and spread her legs a little wider.

When we got to the table, Sam set up the video tape, and I got on the microphone we'd already set up, to tell the guys to line up with their numbers in hand. Each would have to cum twice. First, inside her, and second, later, when they were ready, somewhere on her. I wanted my wife totally spoiled and dirty, head to toe. 

The camera was hooked up to a projection screen that all could see, so the guys could get a little extra entertainment before, during and after, and my wife could see what a slut she looked like.

"Honey, are you sure you want this?" She asked, "remember, we tested this morning and I'm ovulating. I'll probably get pregnant. I won't know who the father is."

"God, yes. This is what I've always wanted. I want to put this on the internet. You, getting knocked up by all these guys we don't know. I made sure I'd never met anyone of 'em before they showed up. They're complete strangers and you're doing it with them unprotected. You promised. Just in case, I brought these." 

I brought out four sets of handcuffs. "I know you won't be able to guide mouths and dicks where you want them, so you'll just have to speak up if you want cum on your tits or someone to suck your dripping clit."

I had the first couple of guys come up and gently lay my lady on the table. She held out her hands so I could cuff them down. "They all look so big," she said.

I didn't say anything, just smiled. I had looked at pictures of erect dicks all week to pick the longest, fattest ones I could find. Like I said, I wanted her to enjoy herself.

The guys wasted no time coming up and licking her pussy, and a couple came up and removed her new wardrobe quickly. (I'd stipulated that the fucking couldn't begin until she was naked on the table.)

I put a microphone up under the table to amplify the sound of cocks slipping in and out of her pussy, while it got fuller and fuller. 

Number One mounted her and the crowd cheered. Sam pulled his dick out and tugged it a little before pulling up behind him and filming the ins and outs of this first ever unprotected fuck. Up until now, we'd always used condoms. I wanted her to be sure she didn't know whose sperm did the job. Numbers Two and Three were invited to suck her tits and rub her pussy to make her come while he squirted jets of hot semen inside.

Nia moaned with pleasure. "Yes. Yes. Please make me pregnant. Knock me up. Do it."

As if on command, that's exactly what he did. He blew so hard you could see the semen collecting around the base of his cock. He clasped her and pulled her pelvis against his and rode until he collapsed from exhaustion. 

Number Two took his place almost immediately, before any semen could leak out. It gave me a hard-on watching him insert his beige cock where a much darker penis had just left. Number One sat next to them on the bench of the picnic table and tugged on her clit while he recovered enough to move. 

I knew it would be hours before he was ready to pour more semen on her, but that was the deal. Drain once, drain twice. Fuck her and then mess her up. I wanted to take her out slimy and slutty, then fuck her myself, after their sperm had drained up inside or out between her legs.

Number Two just humped her a little, then drained right at the opening so it would run out as soon as he pulled out. You could hear the splattering sound of the semen as it hit the microphone below. In all fairness, Number Two had to have the fattest dick I've ever seen, but it wasn't too long. I think he just wanted the others to see the amazing amount he could produce. Sam pushed the man's buttocks up against her and said, "Squirt her cervix."

As the numbers flew by, not more than ten seconds passed between them. Nia kept coming. She'd say she couldn't come any more, then one would do something that made it happen again. By the time the seventh cock slipped into her swollen red slit, the come of the others squished out and the sound, amplified by the microphone, started really sounding wet.

Number sixteen took a belt to her nipples, then sucked hard. The combination of pain and pleasure kept her coming all the way through numbers fifteen (who was coming inside her right then) and twenty. 

The orgasm worked like a charm to keep the come sucked into her cervix instead of draining out down her bottom as it had been. 

After the twentieth cock drained inside her, Sam said to me, "I need a little relief right now. You know I fuck better on my second or third shot. Let me squirt some on her thighs to make her a little nastier for the guys."

It was true, Sam could come more than any guy I know. One time, a group of us picked up this chick from a bar and had a contest to see who could shoot the most come on her, and Sam won hands down. He came about ten times in as many hours. I was good for about four. But just seeing the look of pleasure on his face as he pushed his cock into a cunt full of warm sperm made me dream of this night watching my woman getting filled and sprayed. 

I gave Sam the go-ahead. He stood up and slapped her clit with his dick about five times before he blew a huge load right on her pussy and thighs.

The next couple of guys due to fill my wife's dripping puss cheered. Number twenty-one mounted her without hesitation and commented on how good that semen felt on her thighs as he pumped her hard. He smacked her ass several times before he finally shot his wad. 

Meanwhile, the first couple of dicks that had drained into my wife were ready to unload again. They decided to do a contest to see who could shoot first. Each one took a nipple and beat the head of his cock furiously against it. Number One shot first, but the amount of semen that drained out of Number Two was amazing. He covered her tit, then sprayed along her torso until she was covered like a glazed donut.

I swear the next guy to mount her spoiled little pussy got off on it. He laid against her, rubbing his chest and belly on her come-soaked body until he blew his load. He wouldn't dismount until he'd gone soft. It was obvious to me, he would be looking for another experience like this soon.

Nia seemed to like it, too. But she wanted more. "Oh, fuck. My clit. Suck my clit. Please."

The next guy in line bent down and just touched her clit with his tongue. She smiled and said, "Yes, that's it." 

But he abruptly raised up and mounted her, with out actually sucking her. She wailed and strained against his throbbing cock. 

Semen ran down the length of her crack and dripped off onto the ground with the satisfying sound of spilled honey. I wanted to masturbate to the sound of her frustration, but I really wanted to save my full load for the end—after the mess, after all the fucking, after she'd gone nightclubbing all dirty and dripping. 

I pulled my scrotum to relieve the growing ache. A couple more cocks drained in her, and while they were, men were shooting come in her hair and on her face. I knew I'd have to flip her over just to give the guys more places to dirty.

About three-fourths of the way through, I did just that. Nia finally seemed willing to accept the semen from all these men she didn't know, but I couldn't be sure she wouldn't change her mind, so after she bent over the end of the picnic table, I cuffed her hands to the table again. I cuffed her legs to the benches so she'd stay spread wide apart.

Sam needed to relieve himself again. I didn't feel anal sex counted as cutting the line, so I handed him some lubricant and told him he could be her first ever anal experience.

"No!" she shouted, but she couldn't move, and I watched his eager cock pop merrily into her ass. After a few pumps (and one cock down her throat) they both seemed to feel much better. I got even more turned on watching the semen collecting at the mouth of her previously unspoiled hole.

The whole process was going much smoother than I expected. Everybody waited his turn. Nobody waited too long to relieve himself on my young wife's reluctant body.

As the last man in line emptied his first load, nearly everyone in front of him was already through. Now, it was really Sam's turn to drain inside her pussy. 

Nia was ready for him, too. Since number Forty-four was the same age as she was, she was able to suck him hard until he was ready to blow again when Sam was. The audio was spectacular, as Sam slapped her pussy with gusto and eagerly unloaded his biggest and longest load. 

Number forty-four shot his last load on her hair again. 

Now, Nia's hair was all wet and plastered to her head. She was still wet and sticky when I put her corset and dress back on. It stuck to her like a swim suit. I carried her back to the car. 

"Take me now, Roger." She breathed quickly, urging me to finally get my relief.

"No, I'm taking you out on the town. Right now."

"I have to shower first."

"No, you don't. You are going to go to the club just like this, covered and dripping the sperm of all those men. I always wanted it."

"No, Roger, I can't do that."

"You promised. You said anything I wanted. That's what I want."

She begged all the way to the nightclub, but started to change her tune even as we waited in line. Men in the line looked at her and got hard. Some even bent down to lick, kiss and suck her cum-covered nipples. A couple of them even tasted her red, draining pussy.

Once inside, there was a whole different style of dance happening. While Sam kept the camera rolling, men were unzipping their pants and easing my wife's pretty little mouth onto their dicks. Inevitably, while she sucked one, another would mount her from behind.

I hadn't predicted this. My original idea was to let the semen drain so her pussy would be empty when I got to it, but we left the nightclub with her cunt even fuller. Now Sam wanted to fuck again. I had to let him. He is my best friend, and he needs to come a lot.

So, he blew his load inside her while we rode in the taxi we'd summoned. She sucked my dick the whole time, which was torture because I had decided I could not blow until I blew inside her sweet, spoiled pussy.

After we got home, Nia wanted to shower, but I didn't let her. It's true, her hair no longer looked the light shade of blonde it usually is and her peachy complexion was covered with patches of sticky semen from other men. I liked the smell of old fuck. I wanted to add to it.

I fucked her hard and raunchy, tugging on her slapped, over-sucked nipples and making her come, sucking the semen out of her pussy as if it were rattlesnake venom from a wound. Then, and only then did I get my blessed relief, filling her used and likely pregnant cervix with semen, unprotected for the first time.

I can't begin to tell you how hot our sex was throughout the pregnancy—especially after we found out she was carrying fraternal twins. I loved imagining the two not even looking alike. 

They didn't. One looks like he could be Asian, and the other, definitely has a black man's sperm for his biology. 

I hope I can get her pregnant this way again soon. I love having her fucked and pregnant. She even admits she likes it. Likes it so much, she lets me and Sam take turns all night most nights. Sam still comes more times than me, but I think she likes my semen better.

The Birthday Gift



It had been quite an evening for Jim. He had just awakened the morning after his 18th birthday and was exhausted. His parents had given him a grand party to celebrate the occasion and he had indulged perhaps a little too much. He was not a big drinker, but he decided to have a few shots with the guy's during the party. Not exactly the best idea he'd ever had. His head was still a bit fogged from all partying he and his friends had done and was reluctant to get out of bed.

His parents had left earlier that morning to visit his aunt and uncle upstate and would be gone for the next 3 days, so there was really no reason for him to get up. Or so he thought!

As he rolled over to go back to sleep, he heard voices in the hall outside his room. He looked at the clock and knew it wasn't his folks since they had left around 8 o'clock and it was now 11:45! So he slipped quietly out of bed and slipped on a pair of gym shorts. He headed for the door to have a look when the door flew open, scaring the shit out of him.

"Happy Birthday little brother!" the girl in the doorway yelled. It was his older sister, Jennifer. "Were you still in bed? My god Jimmy, it's almost noon!"

Jim looked at his sister and yelled, "Damn it Jen, you scared the crap out of me! What are you doing here?"

"I came to wish my favorite brother a happy birthday silly boy!" she said playfully as she gave him a big hug and kiss on the cheek. 

Jen was three years older then Jim and had been away at college for the past year. She was average height, about 5' 6", and a hundred and twenty pounds or so with shoulder length blonde hair and the bluest eyes ever seen. She had a very attractive face and what most of Jim's friends called "a killer body", with fair sized boobs and a nice tight ass! Even Jim had to admit his sister was a total hottie! 

"Jen, I'm your only brother, but thanks for the thought" He said, then he asked. "Why are you really here?"

She stepped back from him and laughed. "Okay sheriff, you got me. I also came here for a little vacation. The fall semester doesn't start until next week so I thought I'd drop in on you and the folks. Where are they anyway?"

"They left this morning for Aunt Grace and Uncle Dan's. They won't be back till late Sunday afternoon."

"Oh" Jen said, "Well then, I guess it'll just be the three of us this weekend!"

Jim looked at her perplexedly, "Three of us?"

Just then a girl walked thru the door to Jim's room, eating a piece of his leftover birthday cake.

"Hey Jen, there's a whole lot of cake left in the Kitch ... WHOA! Hello cutie!" she said as she saw Jim standing their in nothing but a pair of gym shorts.

Jim looked from the girl to his sister and back. "Who are you?" he asked.

"This is my best friend from school, Erica." Jen said with a big grin. "She didn't have anything to do this weekend either since her family was going to Europe for three weeks, so I invited her to come home with me for the weekend."

Jim looked back to Erica and said hello. She smiled at him and gave him a wink. "Nice shorts." She said playfully.

Jim smiled back, not so much from her flirtatious attitude, but from what she looked like standing there. She was a little shorter then Jen, about 5'4", but was quite a bit more voluptuous, with large, firm breasts that looked to Jim to be around a 36 or 38 D's. She had a nicely tapered waist and a flat tummy and the greatest set of legs he had ever seen. She had a generous swell to her hips, what some guys call "baby makers", and a wondrously firm, "apple ass". She had dark brown hair that hung down between her shoulder blades and bright blue eyes and was wearing a red college tee shirt which was Jim thought a size or two too small and a pair of extremely short and tight shorts that showed off her ass beautifully. Jim began to feel the blood rushing to his southern reaches! 

"Hey Jimmy, you little horn dog you." Jen said as she gave her brother a playful slap on the shoulder. "Quit ogling my friend and get dressed. I'll take you out to lunch for your birthday." 

Jim blushed a bit at her statement and nodded, realizing that he was beginning to get hungry. The two girls left him to get dressed with Erica casting a quick glance back over her shoulder at Jim and giving him a wink.

Jim closed the door and put on a pair of boxers, jeans and a tee shirt and went out to the living room where Jen and Erica waited for him. They all piled into Jen's little S-10 pickup and drove to one of the local BBQ joints. The truck cab was not meant to carry three people, so Erica had to sit on Jim's lap, which didn't seem to bother either of them, least of all Jim! He was totally enticed by this Erica's perfume and the way she would wiggle just a bit when they made a turn or hit a bump in the road. He knew he was starting to get a hard on, but there was little he could do about that now. He just hoped that Erica didn't notice it.

They sat and ate barbeque, drank soda and chatted about everything from school and family to their favorite TV shows. Jen had been away to school for almost a year solid and wanted to get caught up on everything. Jim filled her in on what few changes there were and asked what was new in her life, the whole time thinking about her friend Erica. 

After nearly two hours, they paid the bill and went back to the house where Jen suggested they all go out and lounge by the pool. Jim agreed. He wanted to see what Erica looked like in a swim suit.

They all changed into their swim suits and wondered out to the pool. Jim was the first one out and was setting up the lounge chairs and umbrellas since they had been moved off to the side to make room for his birthday party the night before. Erica was the next one dressed and made her way down stairs. She wore a French cut green and gold bikini that barely covered her ample breasts. She stopped just inside the sliding door that led to the back yard and watched Jim.

Jim was not overly tall, just a shade under six foot, but he was extremely well put together, or so Erica thought. He had very broad shoulders and a lean, trim waist, made so by years of athletic activity. He also had a rather prominent bulge in the front of his swim trunks which made her wonder what those black trunks were hiding! 

Yes, she was quite taken by her friends little brother, especially after riding to and from the restaurant on his lap where she swore she could feel the makings of a rather prominent hard-on! Perhaps she should investigate further!

Jen came walking up a few moments later and they went out to the pool. They sat on the loungers and chatted, enjoying the warm sun and the cool breeze that had started to blow. Jen decided to get something to drink and asked if Erica and Jim wanted anything. They both said they'd like some iced tea, but Jim said there wasn't any made. Jen shrugged her shoulders and said she would make some and went inside to do it.

When Jen was in the house, Erica turned over on her back and untied her swim suit top. Jim watched her carefully from behind his sunglasses, hoping for a glimpse of those magnificent tits. He was not disappointed! As Erica adjusted her position on the lounger to reach for the tanning oil, she rose up just enough for Jim to catch a look at her left breast. He couldn't believe how large and firm they were or how big, pink and beautiful her nipple was. He swore that the nipple he saw was at least as big as his pinky finger and over half an inch long! He felt a stirring in his crotch at the thought of this. 

"Hey Jimmy, are you listening to me?" 

Jim turned his head and saw that Erica was looking at him with a big smile.

"Sorry to interrupt your daydreaming over there, but can you help a girl out and do my back for me?"

Jim nodded sheepishly and said, "Sure, not a problem."

He stood up from his lounger and walked over to where she was laying, taking the tanning oil from her hand. He stood above her and stared at her for a moment, admiring the wondrous curves of her body and the fullness of her ass. He wondered what it would feel like to have his hands full of those luscious cheeks while he rammed his ...!

"Are you okay Jimmy?" Erica asked, looking over her shoulder at him. Then she noticed the bulge that had formed in his swim suit and smiled. 

"Oh, well you just take your time back there sweetie and have a good look, but I think we both might enjoy it more if you'd rub that oil on me!" she teased.

Jim blushed and began rubbing the oil on her back. She laid there quietly as he worked the oil into her shoulders and upper back, enjoying the feel of the warm sun and the even hotter hands on her skin. She could just see Jim standing there rubbing tanning oil on her and getting a woody doing it. He was getting one too, she saw it when she looked back at him. She liked the fact that he was turned on by her and wondered what she should do about it. She began thinking about the ride from the restaurant again and the feeling of his cock rubbing against her ass, which was very exciting, especially when they hit a bump in the road. After a few moments she had began to formulate a plan.

It was at that moment that Jim began rubbing her lower back and sent a shockwave of excitement thru her. She let out a soft moan of pleasure that she was sure Jim had to have heard. 

Jim was rubbing the oil into Erica's smooth, soft skin, enjoying every moment of it. He had started at her neck, moving slowly down to her shoulders and back. He thought about getting a little frisky with her by rubbing oil along her sides and letting his fingers drift down to the sides of her tits, maybe even trying a reach around on her, but decide he had better not since this was his sister's best friend and he had only met her a few hours ago. So he played it straight and kept his hands in "neutral territory". He started rubbing her lower back, about two inches above her swim suit bottom when he heard her gasp and let out a low, but throaty moan. 

Had he just hit her "G-spot"? He thought to himself and pressed on.

He ran his hands up and down her back, moving lower and lower with each stroke and each stroke resulting in another moan that got progressively louder. She also began shifting a bit on the lounger under his ministrations, her breath now coming much faster then before. Jim became more embolden by this and began pushing her swim suit bottoms down off her hips, exposing more of her ass to his probing hands. She raised her hips up off the lounge chair slightly, making it easier for him when they were rudely interrupted.

"Alright you two, put your clothes back on and behave yourselves!" Jen said jokingly as she emerged from the house carrying a tray with three glasses of ice and a pitcher of tea. "I can't leave you two alone for a minute without you pawing each other!" 

"Jealous?" Erica asked, smiling at Jen.

"Maybe a little, after all, he's my brother, so I'm at a definite disadvantage" She responded.

They both laughed, then Jen noticed the hard on Jim had.

"Wow Jimmy, you sure have grown up in the past year!" Jen said, nodding at the large bulge in his swim suit.

Jim blushed again and tried to cover his hard on with his hands, eliciting laughter from the two girls. Jim took a glass of tea from the tray and walked into the house, embarrassed that he couldn't control himself better. He went directly to his bedroom and shut the door, locking it behind him. He sat the tea down on the dresser and went to the window, looking out at the pool area where he saw Jen and Erica chatting. He watched as Erica sat up on the lounger and finished tying here top back on. 

He couldn't take it any longer, so he stripped off his swim suit and, while he watched Erica and Jen out by the pool, he began to stroke himself in an attempt to relieve the pressure in his balls. He fantasized about what might have been had Jen not come out of the house and interrupted them. He was convinced he would have been able to get Erica naked and would have been doing her right there on the lounge chair. 

As the visions of himself and Erica played thru his mind, he shot his load across the room onto a pile of dirty laundry nearly ten feet away.

With the pressure mercifully released, he put on a fresh pair of boxers and shorts and began reliving the events of the past few hours, knowing that he had most likely lost his one and only chance of busting his cherry!

"So what's going on between you and my brother?" Jen asked her friend. 

"Nothing really, just a little bit of good old fashioned flirting." Erica said with a smile. "I think he has the hot's for me Jen."

"Oh I know he does!" Jen said. "Every time he looks at you he's practically drooling and he gets a hard on the size of a baseball bat! My god, I never knew his dick was that big!"

"Yeah, you should have felt it when we were going to eat! I thought he was going to burst right thru his jeans and straight up my pussy."

"Oh, I'm sure you would have loved that!" Jen said playfully.

"Maybe I would!" Erica said.

They both laughed and continued to talk for a few more hours until it was time to cook some dinner. They went in the house and changed into some fresh clothes and began cooking dinner. Jen went to check on Jim and see if he was going to eat with them.

"Hey Jimmy, are you okay? Are you getting hungry?" she called thru the door after finding it locked. Jim opened the door. 

"Come to take a few more shots at me sis?" he asked as he leaned on the door.

"Hey Jimmy look" she began. "I was just messin with you. I think it's great that you find Erica attractive. God knows every other guy does! Besides, I think she finds you kinda hot too!" 

Jim looked at her a little surprised. He thought Jen was just pulling his chain, but then he realized she was serious. He had thought that Erica was just messin with him too, that she had no real interest in him at all. Perhaps this changed things!

"Look Jimmy, if you and Erica want to hook up, that's cool. I think you two look good together, even if she is a little older then you."

Jim nodded his head as she talked.

"Ya know kiddo, I'm even a little envious of Erica." Jen said as she looked him up and down. "If I'd known what a stud you were going to become, I'd have kept you for myself!" Jen said with a wink. Then she gave him a big hug and a quick kiss on the lips and left the room, calling back that dinner would be ready in about twenty minutes.

Dinner was uneventful as they kept the subjects of conversation to safe topics. When they had finished, the three of them cleaned the kitchen and put the food away and they moved into the living room and watched some television. Jim spent most of the time watching Erica out of the side of his eyes. Luck for him they had turned off the lights to watch TV. He was sitting in the recliner, the farthest seat from the television while Jen and Erica sat on the sofa to the left of were Jim was. Erica was sitting closest to Jim so he had an unintruded view of her. 

In the light of the TV, he could see her face perfectly. He noticed that her nose turned up just a touch and her lips were full and luscious. She reminded him of Megan Fox. 

As he sat there watching her, she turned toward him and when she saw him watching her, she gave him the sexiest smile he had every seen and winked at him. His cock jumped to life for the hundredth time that day. He was totally in love with this Erica girl!

About 11:30, Jim said he was tired and going to go to bed. In truth, he just wanted to go and jerk off, having spent the day with a hard on over Erica.

"Only eighteen and already acting like an old man." Jen teased. He got up and gave his sister a hug and then to his surprise, Erica got up off the sofa and gave him a warm, firm, full body hug. Then he went off to his room.

As was the norm for him, he striped off his clothes, since he always slept in the buff, and crawled beneath the sheets. He laid there for about an hour, just thinking about the events of the day and wondering what it had all meant, all thoughts of jerking off forgotten after that tremendous hug Erica gave him. He started running thru the events of the day in his head.

First, his sister shows up, unannounced with her friend in tow, a very sexy friend that he has the major hots for and who it seems might feel something for him. She had been flirting with him all day and Jen did say that she liked him. But could he sure that she was really interested in him? His sister said she was! Was his sister right? Does she like him? 

He laid there and pondering this for another hour or so when he heard a soft knocking at his door. In the dim light of his computer screen, he saw the door slowly open and a face appear in the opening.

It was Erica!

"Hey Jimmy, you awake?" he heard her say softly.

Jim sat up in bed. "Yeah, I am. What's up?"

Erica stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Jim could see she was wearing a short, nearly see-through red teddy and matching panties. He couldn't believe how beautiful she looked standing there in that dim light. He instantly felt a stirring in his loins. Erica walked over to his bed and sat on the edge.

"Look Jimmy, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for teasing you today. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or anything."

Jim shrugged and said, "No biggie!" 

"No, it is a biggie. I shouldn't have acted that way. After all, I'd just meet you!"

"Well, like I said, no biggie, besides, I kinda liked it!"

"Really?" Erica said with a big smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, I know I did!"

They both laughed, then Erica gave Jim an odd kind of smile.

"Ya know Jimmy, I never did get a chance to give you a birthday present."

"Well, you didn't know me until today." He said.

"Would you mind if I gave you a late birthday present?" she asked.

Jim looked at her quizzically. "No, I wouldn't mind at all. What is it you want to give me?"

Erica stood up and stepped a bit closer to Jim and said, "Me!"

Then she slowly slid the straps of her teddy off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, revealing those magnificent breasts to Jim's hungry eyes. Jim's cock instantly became as hard as an iron bar, making a circus tent out of the bed sheets. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he stared at the pure beauty that stood before him. 

"Oh my God!" he whispered softly as he drank her in.

Erica tilted her head to one side and said, "So sweetie, what do you think of my gift? Do you like?"

Jim couldn't say anything. All he could do was nod his head slowly. Erica's smile grew somewhat mischievous at that point and she stepped up to the edge of Jim's bed. She cast a sideways glance at the tower that had materialized under his sheet and started to slowly stroke it.

"Looks like you really do like my present!" she said softly, still rubbing his cock thru the sheet. His breathing became much faster as she ran her soft, warm hand over him. "Why don't we get rid of this sheet and you let me take care of this for you."

Jim was speechless! All he could do was sit there and watch as Erica pulled the sheet down and reveled his swollen manhood to her. She gasped slightly as she looked upon it for the first time. She had no idea it would be this big! Sure, she had felt it on the ride to and from the restaurant pressing up against her ass and had seen the large bulge it had made in his swim trunks, but those times could not have ever given evidence of how well endowed he truly was. He had to be ten full inches long, if not more, and even thou he was not overly thick, perhaps the same thickness as a cucumber, the head of his penis was extremely large, perhaps two inches across. She could feel the warm wetness begin to spread thru her crotch.

"Oh my God Jimmy, it's gorgeous." She said hungrily. "Oh we are going to have so much fun!"




The Birthday Gift



Erica sat on the bed next to Jim and took his shaft in her right hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Then she lightly ran her finger up and down the length of it, sending waves of pleasure thru Jim's entire body, he closed his eyes, moaning softly as she did so. Then she leaned forward and kissed the head of his dick following that with several swirls of her tongue around the swollen cap. Jim couldn't believe how good that felt. She then took hold of him and brought the head of his cock to her lips and took him into her mouth and began sucking gently, running her tongue all around it.

Jim was in heaven! He had never had a girl even touch his penis before and now, here he was getting a blow job from his sisters best friend. He knew it had to be a dream! Things like this just didn't really happen.

Did they?

Soon Erica began bobbing her head up and down, swallowing more and more of his cock with each movement, her hot hand stroking the length of his shaft in unison with her sucking. Jim opened his eyes and watched as she continued to work her magic on his cock, watching it move in and out of those beautiful lips. He watched her breasts as they swayed back and forth from her movements, the nipples erect and begging for attention. Attention he would love to supply!

Emboldened by this thought, Jim reached out with his right hand and began fondling Erica's left breast, paying special attention to her nipple. She inhaled sharply at his touch and moaned softly.

"Oh God that feels good!" she whispered as she pulled his cock from her mouth and began licking the length of it. "Oh yeah, you can keep doing that all night baby! Oh yes!" 

Happy to comply, he intensified his rubbing to include both tits. Erica lifted her head from his cock and leaned forward so she could give him easier access to her tits. She then put her left hand behind his neck, her right hand never missing a stroke on his cock, and pulled him to her for a lust filled kiss. Her tongue drove past his lips and furiously danced along the inside of his mouth, to witch he reciprocated in kind. 

He now had both hands kneading and rubbing her breasts, making her moan even more intently. She pushed him gently back onto the bed and straddled his hips, reluctantly releasing her grip on his penis. She could feel his hardness pressing against her pussy and tummy as she lay on top of him. She brought her right hand up to his face, never breaking the kiss. 

Jim's hands moved down from her breasts to her waist, tracing her body with his fingertips. This sent gales of pleasure thru Erica, who's breath caught for a moment at the sensation of Jim's touch. Jim continued his downward exploration of her body by bringing his hands around to her back and slowly running his fingers up and down her back. This brought even more, and deeper moans of pleasure to Erica's lips as she broke their kiss, panting heavily. Then Jim ran his hands down to her hips and across her firm, round ass, squeezing her cheeks and pulling her tightly against him.

Erica responded to this by lifting her hips off of Jim, allowing him room to slip her now soaking wet panties down over her hips and down her thighs. Once she was free of her panties, Erica reached down between them and grabbed hold of Jim's cock, guiding it to her soaking wet pussy.

Jim felt the heat that was radiating from Erica's twat. The hot wet feeling was almost too much for his to stand. He wanted to be inside her so much.

Erica placed the head of his dick against her pussy lips and rubbed it up and down, painting it with her juices.

"Are you ready for this sweetie?" she asked in a voice dripping with lust.

"I've waited for this my whole life!"

She looked at him for a moment, not quite understanding what he meant, then she began lowering herself onto his now pulsating cock. She loved the feel of him entering her, inch after wonderful inch, she swore she could feel his pulse beating inside her. She moved slowly back and forth, rotating her hips, helping him slip deeper and deeper into her. After several minutes, Erica had managed to take Jim's entire length into her pussy and was ready to give him the fuck of his life!

Jim could not believe the pure feeling of ecstasy he felt as Erica guided his dick into her steaming hot pussy. He had always dreamed it would be fantastic, but never had he known it would be this absolutely wondrous. It was all he could do to keep from shooting his load right away, the feeling was so exquisite! Then Erica started moving up and back, sending him deeper into her and farther down the road to paradise. He began moving in rhythm with her, not knowing what exactly he was doing, but just letting instinct take over. 

It wasn't long before they both were moving in perfect unison, each feeling the movement of the other and responding to those moves perfectly. Both of them were breathing hard as their lovemaking increased in intensity. Jim could feel the tightening in his balls as he neared orgasm and Erica was about to have what she knew would be the most powerful orgasm of her life. 

Jim was about to blow. "Oh my God, I'm about to cum! Oh geez, I can't hold it!" he cried out. 

Erica was nearing her own climax when Jim said he was going to cum. She knew she should have him pull out, but something inside her wanted this young stud to shoot his load inside her. Whatever the reason it soon became a moot point because at that instant Erica was overcome by the thralls of the most intense orgasm of her life. She could feel the muscles of her vagina tighten on Jim's cock as wave after wave of pleasure shot thru her. All thought of having Jim pull out were gone.

Jim could hold back no longer. He pushed as hard as he could into Erica and let his balls release their contents into her. He wasn't sure, but it felt as if her pussy had tightened down on him just as he began shooting his load into her, pulling him deeper into her love hole. He had expected her to pull him out of her before he came so she wouldn't take the chance of getting pregnant, but she hadn't. As a matter of fact, she had actually grabbed hold of him and held him in a way he couldn't pull out. Either way, he knew he had just had the biggest orgasm of his life. 

Not bad for a guy who had just lost his virginity!

Erica collapsed on top Jim, exhausted by the best sex she had ever had. She lay there quietly for a moment, Jim's still unbelievably hard dick still buried deep inside her, just listening to Jim's racing heart and wondering how he felt. She raised her head and seen him looking down at her, a huge smile on his face. 

"So what do think of your present sweets?" she finally said.

"His smiled broadened and he said, "It was just what I always wanted."

"Good!" she said as she rolled off of him and snuggled up close to him. "I was hoping you would."

"What is there not to like, It's not every guy that gets to lose his virginity for his birthday!"

Erica sat up in bed quickly and stared at him.

"Are you telling me you were a virgin?"

Jim sat up next to her and told her was. The look of shock on her face scared Jim a bit.

"Did your sister know you were a virgin? Erica asked.

"I doubt it. It's not something we ever discussed ya know!"

"Oh my God, I can't believe I just screwed my best friends brother and he was a virgin." She mumbled to herself. Then she looked at him and could see the worry in his face. She took his hand and said. "Hey, are you alright?"

Jim nodded and said, "Yeah, I'm fine! How are you doin?"

"I'm okay, I'm just so surprised is all. I could never have told this was your first time." She told him. "I mean, my God, you were fantastic! I've never felt anything like that before in my life. How did you know what to do?"

"I don't know, I just did what felt right." He said.

"Well all I can say is that if you're this good on your first time, I can't wait to see what you're like the second time around!" she said with a wink.

Jim smiled back at her.

"Well then, I'd hate to keep you waiting too long!"

And with that Jim and Erica started what would be an all night experience that they would both remember for the rest of their lives.



The Birthday Gift



Cassie took a deep breath as she opened the door to her best friend Claire and Claire's boyfriend Jeremy in. She was nervous about tonight. She knew something special was going to happen she just wasn't sure what it was.

"Hey Claire," greeted Cassie as she opened the door. 

"Happy birthday Cassie," said Claire she hugged her friend and stepped in. Cassie blushed as Jeremy gave her the 'look' that always seemed to make her want to make her melt into a puddle.

She took the gift that Jeremy was holding to put it on the living room table. As she walked away she felt his eyes boring into her. She heard Claire whisper something to him and it sounded like "You are going to make her nervous," but she wasn't sure.

Jeremy chuckled and whispered back to her that sounded like "I like doing it," 

"I know you are such a tease,"

Claire shook her head at Jeremy. She knew she should feel jealous. But honestly Cassie was hot. She'd have to blind not to notice. 

Cassie was secretly jealous of Claire for having grabbed such a hot boyfriend. She wondered what Claire had planned.

All of the sudden an idea hit Claire. Why not? She knew that Cassie wanted Jeremy. And this was Cassie's birthday. And of course Jeremy would have no problems. He had already told Claire that he wanted to someday have a threesome with both her and Cassie. 

So why not? It would take some maneuvering on her part to get all the parties concerned in the right place.

"I wanted to make you my special chicken dish for dinner before we went out," said Claire. 

"Sounds lovely Claire, you know I just can't cook,"

Jeremy chuckled and said, "Of course you're the only person I know who could burn water," 

Cassie scrunched up her nose at Jeremy. "Very funny,"

She shook her head and looked Claire. "Honestly Claire, I don't know how you put up with him."

Claire laughed. "He's great in bed." 

That shocked Cassie all the way to her toes and made a warm sensation start in the pit of her stomach 

"No need to be embarrassed Jer, its true," said Claire as she saw his cheeks redden. "Now why don't you take a seat while I get everything started," she walked into the kitchen and pulled out the soft silken rope that she had secretly hidden away in the kitchen the day before.

"Okay Cassie I have a birthday gift for you. Don't think I didn't know that this was something you have wanted for a long time," she walked sexily over to Jeremy and before he knew it she was wrapping the coiled length of silken rope over his arm binding him to the chair. 

"What's going on Claire?" asked Jeremy as she wrapped the other length of rope over his left arm. 

"Well what does it look like baby?" asked Claire as she retreated into the kitchen and pulled a blindfold out of its hiding place. 

Claire advanced on Jeremy from behind. She placed the blindfold in front of his eyes. "From now on you are just going to feel. And I promise that you will love every bit."

Jeremy groaned as she nipped his ear tying the blindfold into place. "Get his shirt off Cassie and I'll go get what we need," said Claire walking back to the fridge. 

She opened the door and heard the sound of tearing cloth as she gathered the bottles from the fridge.

When Claire came back. Jeremy was completely naked. His shirt lay in tatters near the chair and his pants well she had no idea where they went to. "Cassie so it seems like you are interested," Claire laughed. 

Cassie's eyes widened a little and she gave a convulsive swallow. "Very interested."

She placed the glass bottles on the table and said "We're going to have a lot of fun with these," said Claire. 

"Oh before I forget, happy birthday Jeremy," whispered Cassie into his ear.

Jeremy smiled "Well this is turning into a lovely birthday. Okay do your worst," Claire picked the first bottle. It held honey. She poured some it down his chest. Making sure to liberally coat both his nipples.

Jeremy groaned as the coldness washed over his heated skin. "Go ahead and taste him Cassie, it's your birthday,"

Cassie leaned over and flicked her tongue out to taste the treat that was before her. He tasted sooo good, she then began to lick in earnest. Long broad strokes from his navel to his neck. 

Jeremy began to lose himself in the feelings she was invoking the darkness enveloping him enhancing the sensations.

Jeremy's breath began speeding up as he grew harder, Cassie loved the feeling of his toned muscles under her tongue as she lashed broad licking strokes over his rippling abs. Jeremy gasped as Cassie wrapped her lips around his cock drawing away the honey. She pulled back and said "Need something else now,"

"I need something sweeter," She twisted open the bottle of chocolate syrup. Gently squeezing it Cassie coated Jeremy's throbbing cock. 'Oh yes this is perfect,' she thought. She enveloped the entire length of him.

He moaned deeply as Cassie sucked him to the back of her throat pulling out only to put more chocolate on. Claire came up to them and said "Having fun Cassie?" 

"Oh yes," moaned Cassie 

"Let me join in," said Claire as she opened the jar of custard and jelly and coated her hands in it she then rubbed it all over Jeremy's chest before running her tongue slowly over his heated skin.

"Oh God," moaned Jeremy as he began to sweat. Cassie's mouth was pure heaven on his cock. Or was that Claire? He couldn't tell now. The pleasure was blending into one and all he could do now was allow it to build and build.

After Claire had finished cleaning off his chest from the custard she reached down and pulled his thighs apart and sucked his balls into her mouth one after the other. Jeremy's hands grasped the rests of the chair tightly as the pleasure flooded through him. Claire and Cassie's fingers probed under his hips towards his arse.

"Come for us Jeremy, let us taste you," purred Claire as their questing fingers reached the destination. Claire's fingers spread his ass apart and Cassie slid two of her fingers inside. Slowly pushing past the muscle ring she started a pumping rhythm that had Jeremy clenching his muscles tightly against her. Claire continued her ministration to his balls.

Jeremy moaned deeply as the pleasure tore through him his release was ripped from him as Cassie's eager mouth drained him dry. Cassie stood up and wiped her mouth. She had her salty sweet taste that she was craving. Claire also stood. She turned to Cassie and said "Okay birthday girl you do the honors, would you like to take the birthday boy for a test drive?"

"Oh of course," said Cassie. She hurried dropped her clothes and slid onto Jeremy's thighs. Her hands grasped his thickness and began stroking him teasingly. Claire walked around the chair and placed her hands on Jeremy's chest and raked her nails over him.

Once Jeremy was hard again, Cassie began to straddle him. She leaned forward. "Okay birthday boy, make my birthday wish come true." 

She began to rub her wet aching mound against him. Causing friction against the small bundle of nerves held in her throbbing clit.

Jeremy moaned and tightened his grip on the arm rests as Claire bit his neck and shoulders gently while trailing her nails over his chest flicking his nipples. Cassie slid down on his aching shaft taking him into her encasing warmth.

Cassie began to slowly move up and down on his throbbing shaft, feeling him thicken at each stroke. The pleasure was so good but she needed more. She leaned forward and whispered "Can you hold off Jeremy? Can you wait for Claire's turn?" 

Jeremy grunted. He wasn't capable of speech but he nodded. Cassie smiled then and began to move harder. Clenching her muscles she squeezed him tightly. 

He groaned knowing that Cassie wasn't going to make it easy for him, her tightly clenched muscles slid up and down on him sending fire up and down his spine making him shudder. Cassie felt her orgasm coming on strong. She was almost there. 

She felt it start and all of sudden it plowed through throwing her forward. Jeremy growled as the pressure on his cock increased greatly as Cassie shrieked her release. He grasped the chair tightly battling back his own impending release. Cassie lifted herself off Jeremy. 

She couldn't stand for too long though so she flopped to the floor. Claire came around. She was already dripping wet watching the display of Cassie fucking her boyfriend. 

She settled herself onto Jeremy's throbbing hardness. She dug her nails into his shoulders and kissed him passionately as she began to ride him.

Claire threw back her head and began to ride Jeremy in earnest. Jeremy grunted sweat beading on his forehead and chest as Claire slammed down on him rapidly. Her tensed muscles squeezing him tightly. 

Cassie came up behind him and slowly rubbed his pecs squeezing his hard nipples often eliciting gasps from him as Claire rode him hard.

Just a little more. She was almost there. Cassie leaned forward and nibbled on Jeremy's neck. That was all it took, Jeremy leaned back and roared out his release as he exploded inside of Claire. 

His orgasm pushed Claire over the edge. Jeremy groaned and went slack against the chair as Claire pumped his seed from him. Claire collapsed against Jeremy's sweaty chest as the last of her orgasm tension faded.

"Did your wishes come true guys?" Claire asked as she struggled to catch her breath. 

Cassie mumbled something and nodded and Jeremy breathed "Hell Yeah, that was the best birthday present I've ever gotten," panted Jeremy as Claire untied his arms.

Jeremy bent down and picked up Cassie. She barely registered his presence. "I think we wore out poor Cassie though. Perhaps she can let us know how she enjoyed her birthday gift tomorrow," Claire laughed as she trailed Jeremy to Cassie's bedroom.



The Birthday Gift



She was so excited, she just knew he'd bought her a wonderful gift for her birthday, it was the wry smile every time it was mentioned that gave it away. She'd been hinting for several months now about a tennis bracelet, a beautiful string of diamonds that she wanted so much and now she was just hoping that tomorrow morning she would be unwrapping it. Surely there would be nothing wrong with a little snooping whilst he was out now just to be sure?

She began to open his drawers, rooting around amongst the underwear and the socks, but nothing. She frowned and thought again. She bent down to look under the bed, her panties riding up into the crack of her ass. Damn, he'd be home soon and she would have to wait and waiting was something she just wasn't good at. She went onto the landing and looked round. The walk in cupboard now that was a possibility, she tried the door but it was locked which seemed promising. She padded down to the kitchen, naked except for panties and bra and started rummaging in the drawer for the key. Finding it she headed back up the stairs grinning wondering if anyone in the street had caught a glimpse as she passed the window.

She unlocked the door and stared inside, there was something in the middle of the cupboard covered by a blanket with a large bow sitting on top. Well this clearly wasn't jewellery. She hoped he hadn't got her something tacky and practical as she had never been very domestically minded. She reached down and twitched the blanked to one side. 

"Oh fuck," she said it out loud before she even realised, she could not believe he bought her that!

A few minutes later, she was still staring at it, the machine in front of her when she heard his key in the lock and the door open. Fuck, fuck, fuck there was no way she would get away with this now and he was going to be so angry with her, he hated the way she could never wait for a surprise and always had to try and find out what it was. 

"You have been a really bad girl haven't you?" his voice came up the stairs. "I think you went looking for your gift," he said his voice getting closer, "And you know I told you that you weren't to do that."

She wondered how he had known what she had done even though he was hardly through the door. Well to late now, have to face the consequences she supposed.

He climbed to the top of the stairs and rounded the corner seeing her sitting on the floor in front of the cupboard. 

"Oh yes, you really have been a bad girl and now you are going to be punished. You wanted your gift well I am going to give it to you so many times until you beg to give it back."

She shivered, staring at the machine in front of her more intently. He had bought her a fucking machine, a Sybian. She remembered the video she had found on the internet, that girl coming and coming, screaming and begging. God she had got so hot just watching it, imagining what it would be like to come like that again and again. She had shown it to him and he said he liked it but didn't seem as if he was really interested so she hadn't bought the subject up again. 

He came up behind her and grabbed her head pushing it hard against his crotch. His lovely big cock was already stirring in his jeans. God she wanted him, she always wanted him, it had been like this since the beginning, since the first time they fucked. 

"Bad girls get punished," he said grinding her face against him, "and you are such a bad, bad girl that I am going to have to punish you all night."

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulling her up from her knees roughly, grinning at her.

"Follow me slut," he bent down and picked up the machine heading for the bedroom.

She followed behind him, dazed and excited at the same time. He placed it in the middle of the room and plugged it in to the socket. He pulled her towards him and fastened his mouth on hers, his tongue darting through her lips and filling her mouth, kissing her hard. His hands ran down her back and ran a finger up the crack of her ass feeling it through her panties before bringing it down hard, spanking her lightly a couple of times. 

"Well slut, you are going to get everything you deserve now."

Her panties were damp, moulding themselves against her pussy, her slit clearly visible, her nipples hard against the lace of her bra. He pushed her down roughly onto the Sybian so she straddled it with her legs. She felt her clit come into contact with the rough pad through the fabric as he walked behind her and pulled her arms behind her back. She gasped as she felt him fasten the cuffs around her wrists then anchor them together with a clip. He stood behind her and pulled her back against him, his hand round her throat tilting her chin up and looked down into her eyes. 

"How many times are you going to come for me slut?" he asked. "More times than you think possible I know that."

She swallowed, breathing more difficult with the pressure on her throat. He walked round to the front of her, cupped her breasts pulling them roughly over the lace cups of her bra so they hung out. He twisted one nipple in his fingers making her inhale deeply. He bent his head to the other, flicked his tongue across it and nipped it with his teeth making her squeal. 

He grinned and picked up the control box. Staring into her eyes he twisted the knob half way. The reaction was instant. She felt the vibrations hit her clit and screamed with the intensity. Within seconds she started to come, waves of pleasure washing over her, bucking her hips so violently against the machine he grabbed hold of her shoulders to keep her in place. 

"I can see how much you like your gift," he said grinning as he turned off the machine.

She sagged forward collapsing down, her arms held locked behind her, her hair messy falling all over her face. She inhaled deeply, revelling in the feeling of warmth that her orgasm had left and looked up at him, her eyes meeting his and she licked her red lips.

"You are such a slut," he said smiling. 

He bent down and undid the clasp on her bra freeing her big breasts, jiggling them gently, flicking his fingers across her nipples. 

"Clothes," he said, "are just going to get in the way."

He helped her to her feet and pulled off her drenched panties, holding them up to her face, letting her smell her own desire. Reaching behind him he picked up a large cock shaped dildo and fitted it onto the machine.

"Time to make it even more fun," he said, "I know just how much you like to have something inside you."

She stared at it and shivered in anticipation at just how good those vibrations were going to feel inside her pussy. He guided her down onto it, the toy slipping easily inside her wet cunt and she kneeled straddling the Sybian and looking up at him.

"Are you ready?" he asked, "Well lets just give you a little something to get you going again."

He turned the dial on the control and she gasped. The dildo started rotating gently inside her as the vibrations started against her clit again. She closed her eyes and started rocking gently, pressing herself down harder against the vibrations, loosing herself in the sensations. 

She jumped when she felt something against her lips and opened her eyes. He had stripped off his clothes and was standing naked in front of her rubbing his hard cock with his hand right in front of her face. She greedily opened her mouth and flicked out her tongue, just able to touch the head with it. 

"Oh no," he said. "I'm not sure I can trust you with this right now."

He flicked the dials on the control up and she moaned as the vibrations intensified and she could feel the dildo moving inside her. 

"Like that?" he murmured.

"Fuck yes," she gasped.

He stroked his cock harder and faster now, his hand sliding up and down, keeping it in front of her face. He held it closer to her, pulling away before she could capture it in her mouth, her tongue occasionally just grazing it. He smiled and slapped her cheeks gently with his hard dick, making her gasp and fight harder to reach it with her tongue.

"My that looks so hot," he said. "But I think you need a little more."

He turned the dials up a little higher as her hips worked harder, fucking the machine now just like she fucked him. She was gasping now, moans coming with increasing frequency and he speeded his own movement his hand sliding up and down his length.

"Ohhhhhh God," she gasped. "I need to come, please can I come again?"

He looked her, his beautiful lover, red lipstick smeared, hair mussed up over her face, hands captured behind her back, straddling the machine, hips rocking against it, nipples hard, tits bouncing. As he drank in just how sexy she looked, this slut of a woman who was all his he felt himself start to react.

"Open your mouth," he commanded.

She gazed up at him, her mouth open wide as he pumped his hand up and down his cock, the end glistening with pre come. 

"Come my pet", he said. "Come for me hard, there are plenty more orgasms for tonight to."

She screamed then, letting go, her body bucking wildly, back arching, breasts bouncing. He let himself go then, long spurts of come shooting onto her face and into her mouth. 

He speedily turned off the machine and she sagged forward a little, spent for now. He looked down at her, his come all over her face and watched smiling as she ran her tongue over her lips, greedily tasting as much as she could. 

"If you like I could sell this and use the money to buy you that diamond tennis bracelet you said you wanted," he murmured to her.

"You know what, I'd hate to be rude and besides I think this will do me just fine," she laughed as she looked up at him.

It was turning out to be one hell of a birthday and it had only just got started.

Inspired by a question about what I would like for my birthday and some great porn. 



The Birthday Gift



I was tired. Tired of him, tired of them, tired of this life. It had been years, so I supposed I had a right to be tired. Anyone would be tired of doing what I did day after day, week after week, year after year. And while he was better than the previous three, he was still an asshole who would beat me sooner than praise me. But that was the life, wasn't it? It was all about putting out and making money. I sighed.

I watched the cars as they continued to line up, one behind the next, waiting. Waiting for something they wanted to order...as if the girls were menu items. Most of the girls moved toward the waiting vehicles, selling their wares. They were dressed to highlight the parts that were in high demand. Tops that accentuated their full, round breasts...and if they didn't have full, round breasts, they wore bras or bustiers that made it seem like they did. Bottoms that drew attention to their full, round buttocks...and if they didn't have full, round buttocks, they simply wore nothing on the bottom or maybe a thong that left the flesh bare. All of it was to arouse them, to tease them like dogs in heat. And to me, they were dogs in heat. 

Anyone staring at the scene from the outside would see tits, ass, long legs, bare tummies, make-up, wigs...whores...women enthusiastically trying to ensnare innocent men with their bodies. Women who had no self-respect, who sold the use of their mouths or hands for $30 and the use of other bodily cavities for not much more. From the inside, as I well knew, I saw girls who had been tricked, threatened and beaten into submission. None of them started out wanting to sell their bodies for a few dollars. Most of them had nothing, and no one. No money, no appropriate clothing, nowhere to go...and no family members trying to save them. Most of them had been runaways, desperate for food and a little help...and now most of them were addicts. Hooked on drugs that allowed them to escape from the reality of this life...from the danger of this life.

 Many of them would be assaulted and raped numerous times by their "managers" (translation, their pimps) and by customers before they managed to leave the life. And many of them would have a criminal record as long as their arm. And sometimes, sometimes, the exploitation, the beatings, the rapes, came from the very persons who were supposed to protect and serve. In this life, the police was often the enemy, not the savior. 

I sighed again, what was the point of thinking about all of this now? He was waiting for me to earn money. For some reason, even after well over a decade, I was one of his most marketable girls. I didn't know if it was my creamy, butterscotch skin, my long, dark mane of hair, my deep, dark brown eyes, naturally sheltered by thick, dark lashes, my full, pouting lips, or my shapely, hourglass form. A part of me knew I would put Beyonce to shame, when Beyonce had been her original size. Except, in addition to my small waist, curvy hips and nicely shaped bottom, I had a set of tits to die for. Still full, round, perky and perfect after more than a decade in the life. I didn't even need the "costumes" I typically wore to make money...but sometimes I needed them...to hide behind...or within. 

Tonight? I wore thick, platinum curls that hung to the middle of my back, enough mascara and eye liner to make me appear sinister, and bright berry lipstick. I had on a tank, two sizes too small, that forced my breasts to spill out from the sides and overflow from the top. This was complimented by a tiny skirt that barely covered my rounded bottom. And my curvy legs were encased in black, sheer, seamed stockings. Add to my ensemble five inch "fuck me" heels and once I got started, I would be busy all night. I wasn't vain, just a realist. If I acknowledged my assets and used them to my advantage, I could end my nights just a little earlier than the other working girls. At the thought, my cell phone chirped and I quickly dug in the little bag I carried, frowning as I answered it.

 "What the fuck you doing? You on fucking vacation?" He demanded. 

 "I'm just getting my head on straight, Daddy." I responded with the appropriate amount of apprehension and respect in my voice.

 "Get your fucking ass out there 'fore I smash a fucking bottle upside your head, you hear me?"

 The line disconnected. I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. Time to go to work.





The Birthday Gift



"Uh...I have to go. Do you want this money back, because technically—"

 "Of course not. Uh, give me a sec."

 She moved her muscular frame around quite easily, almost balletically, as she searched in the general area she'd searched before. It appeared she worked out regularly. She was muscular, from her biceps to her calves. Not obscenely muscular, but nicely defined. She still wore her hair short, like she had in high school. And her face, the dark chocolate color of her face, was truly complimented by pronounced check bones and sensual, full lips. As I'd talked, I had caught her gaze on me more than once, pensive, intrigued, fascinated...and amazingly hazel green. How had I forgotten those amazingly intense eyes? I now remembered that they seemed more brown than green when she was relaxed and more green than brown whenever she was excited. Like when she had a basketball in her hand...and like the day she'd driven me home. But I always thought I had imagined the color that day. Perhaps a reflection of the crush I'd had on her?

 She turned suddenly and I quickly lowered my eyes, trying to hide the intrigue and curiosity I'm sure my gaze reflected. She took a step toward me, then another.

 "Uh, here. It's not much, but I want to—"

 It was a wad of cash. I guess she did understand my time was to be paid for in cash. The thought angered me a little, but what did I expect?

 "I told you, your boys already paid me," I said more harshly than necessary.

 She looked down at the wad of cash in her hand and then back at my face, understanding dawning. She started to shake her head.

 "No, it's not payment. I know you probably need some cash for yourself. Just take this, okay?"

 I was a little surprised by the gesture, but I wasn't stupid. I took the money and slipped it into the small bag I carried. Then I started awkwardly toward the door, understanding that I needed to leave and return to Darnell, but not really wanting to.

 "Uh...I have to go." I finally offered again.

 She nodded and then fished around for something else. A moment later, she handed me a business card, "look, if you ever need anything. I mean, if you need any help or anything..." She let the words trail off. I was touched, again, by the offer. I nodded and then opened the door to leave. I closed it quickly, hurrying down the corridor to the elevator. I glanced back as I stepped onto the elevator and realized Vic was watching me. I offered a half-hearted wave before the elevator doors closed between us.





The Birthday Gift



There was a dry lump stuck in the back of my throat. I swallowed past it.

 "Where's Dad?"

 She raised a brow and I noticed surprise on her face before she masked it.

 "Your father died seven years ago."

 Thank God. I caught myself, hoping I hadn't said it aloud. I realized, considering she didn't toss me out, that I hadn't. I cannot begin to explain the relief that spread through me at the thought that I would never have to see that man again. It would also explain why things looked so grim around here. No matter what job my mother had taken on, I doubt she could pay for the taxes and the upkeep on this place. And I had no idea if they still had a mortgage to pay. After the relief ran its course, I turned back to face my mother. This cold, withdrawn woman who had treated me like a home wrecker before I left. This woman who had let my father rape me night after night. I turned to her with the speech I had rehearsed for many years...

 But suddenly it didn't seem worth the effort. At least not today. I was tired. My adrenaline rush was winding down and I could feel myself about to crash.

 "I'll pay you $100 a week. Is the half bath down there still working?"

 She nodded. The half bath in the basement had a tub and a toilet. I'd always wondered why they opted for a tub instead of a sink, but it would be perfect for me now. Tomorrow, I would buy a microwave and a little fridge. If I had my way, my mother wouldn't really know I was living here. I pulled some money from my back pocket (the rest of the money was hidden in my sneaker) and peeled off four bills. Four weeks of rent. She took the money without meeting my eyes. I stepped past her into the kitchen and opened the door leading down to the basement. In the back corner, past the ancient washer and dryer, was a little area set up like a mini-bedroom. He used to bring me down here sometimes, especially when he wanted to force himself into my bottom. The heating unit alone made so much noise, people upstairs could hardly hear what was taking place down here. I shook the memories away, stripping the old linen off the full-size bed and flipping the mattress. I sank down onto the bare mattress, fully clothed, and closed my eyes. I was asleep before I realized it.





The Birthday Gift



I raised a brow. I'd seen the billboards for Saunders Real Estate. I hadn't made the connection. 

 "Those are your billboards?"

 She looked a little embarrassed again. "Uh, its just publicity. No big deal."  

 But I wondered. 

 We pulled up to the Stroudsburg museum of history, housed in an old mansion on the outskirts of town. Limousines were lined up at the front gate, each pausing to let their formally dressed occupants out before driving off. My hands were trembling as our turn approached. Vic reached out for my hand and squeezed.

 "Most of these people are the parents of the kids you went to school with. You'll know some of them, and some of your old pals will even be here. Just relax, okay? And I'll stay close, I promise."

 I nodded, taking a deep breath as the valet opened our door. I stepped from the vehicle, Vic right behind me, her hand on my lower back as we started toward the entrance. The first thing I noticed was how white the guests were. I know it sounds strange, but when you're one of the only blacks in a crowd, race becomes salient. Then I noticed the women's attire. Wonderfully, rich colors and lots of sparkly jewelry. Finally, I realized all the men wore black tuxedos, very much like Vic's. And she'd been right, some of the faces looked familiar. In fact, I noticed Kathryn and Laura, two of my old pals that Dee Dee had mentioned. They hadn't noticed me yet, or maybe they didn't recognize me, but Vic saw where my glance rested and guided me in that direction.

 "We don't have to—"

 "Oh my god!!! Rayn!!!" 

 Kathryn ran up to hug me. She was drop dead gorgeous in a scarlet gown. Moments later I was pulled into the warm embrace of Laura. She had grown quite plump since high school, but she was still quite attractive and dressed in a very complementary emerald dress. They both started talking at the same time.

 "We just saw Dee—"

 "And she said you'd been in New York—"

 "Were you planning to come to see us—" 

"— at The Canteen?"

 "It so good to see you! Dee's right, you're still gorgeous!"

 "Of course she is, still turning all the guys' heads—"

 "It's been so long!"

 I didn't have to say a word. They did most of the talking. Vic had disappeared for a moment and then reappeared, placing a glass of champagne in my hand. They started talking about high school, college, their husbands, their kids. They were both housewives, sitting on all the right committees, just like Vic's mother. That meant their husbands were relatively well off, I assumed. If I didn't understand that because of their social position, the huge diamonds on their ring fingers would probably have clued me in. Each had two kids, and I had to oooh and aaah at the pictures. The kids were adorable, actually. Each enrolled in the best private schools. I wondered when the public school system had become unacceptable. Probably when blacks and Hispanics from New York and New Jersey had started moving into the area. 

 Vic skillfully maneuvered me away from them after about 90 minutes, her hand on my lower back again, and brought me out onto a wonderfully secluded balcony. I inhaled deeply, glad to be way from the rich, musky perfumes that had combined and formed a relatively suffocating cloud in the room. She allowed me to finish my champagne, handing me another glass as she then guided me in a new direction. There were so many faces, so many names...I couldn't remember most of them. I figured it didn't matter. I was a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. I most likely would not see these people again.

 Vic seemed to be moving in a specific direction and it took me a while to figure out she was guiding me toward her mother. Her mother was mobbed by people and we had to squeeze through the crowd. For some reason, people seemed to naturally move out of Vic's way. I wasn't sure if it was the intimidating height, the dark brown skin, or Vic's commanding presence. But before long, we were at her mother's side.

 "Baby girl, there you are."

 "Hi Ma. You remember Raynata West, right?"

 "Yes, of course. Your friend from high school. How are you Raynata?"

 "I'm great Mrs. Saunders."

 "That's Mayor Saunders." Someone standing to my right reminded me.

 "Shut up Chris," Vic answered on my behalf. 

 I smiled at Vic's reply. 

 "Baby, your father will be home this weekend. You're coming for dinner on Sunday, right?"

 "Yeah Ma."

 "Bring Raynata, okay?"

 And with that, she was devoured by the crowd again. Dinner with Vic's parents? I couldn't even imagine it. I would find a way to bow out gracefully. 





The Birthday Gift



"Uh, Dan wanted me to let you know he stopped by to apologize."

 I offered abruptly. She didn't say a word and I noticed she suddenly seemed intent on avoiding my curious gaze. I waited another minute.

 "Care to explain?" I prompted. 

 She shrugged, "I might have mentioned that he'd been an asshole to my mother."

 I still could not put the pieces together, "and he would care about that why?"

 Now those intense hazel-green eyes met mine and she smiled a little sheepishly, "well, he was bidding on one of the city contracts. My mother might have turned down his bid."

Understanding dawned and for a moment I couldn't figure out how I felt. Certainly I wanted him to regret what he'd done, but I didn't feel comfortable affecting someone's livelihood. She saw the regret on my face.

 "Don't freak out, he'll just have to raise his bid a little and I'm sure my mother will re-consider it."

 I nodded, "you'll tell her he apologized?"

 "I promise," she assured me.

 Feeling better, since I would not be the cause of anyone's business tanking, I suddenly remembered I was standing there in a tee-shirt and panties. I hadn't had time to throw on a pair of jeans. Instead of dressing, I simply hurried to the bed, crawling beneath the comforter. The only other chair was piled high with my clothes, so I patted the area beside me on the bed. Vic smirked, but joined me, adjusting the pillows so she could lean against the headboard. I unplugged the headphones from my DVD player and started the movie from the beginning.

 "We're watching a movie on that?" She asked incredulously.

 "Well...yeah. Is that a problem?" I answered, my voice indicating I was a little insulted.

 "Nope, no problem at all," she assured me, moving much closer to me so she could actually see the tiny screen.

 I reached down and flicked the switch on the surge protector, shutting off the lights. I'm a Terminator fan, or at least I'd come to realize I was in the last few weeks, so the movie was quite interesting to me. At least the 30 minutes or so I managed to watch. After that, I became hyper aware of who was sitting beside me in the darkened corner of my world. Every time she moved and I caught a whiff of her cologne, every time she took a deep breath, every time she shifted a fraction of an inch closer to me, I was completely distracted. At one point, she grunted a little and radically shifted her position. Once she was done, I realized I was pretty much nestled against her chest, her arm around me. After that, I couldn't tell you what the rest of the movie was about. At first I was almost hyperventilating from being so close to her. But the next thing I knew, I was asleep, enjoying the feel of her muscled arm curved around me. I thought I felt her lower her head to smell my hair. Then, although I probably imagined it, I could swear I felt her finger tracing the outline of the bump on my nose and the shadow of the bruises around my eyes. Before I fell into a pretty deep sleep, I was certain she pressed her lips to my forehead.

 When I shifted, uncomfortably, a few hours later, she had maneuvered us into a semi-flat position. She was still fully clothed, her arm around me. I adjusted myself until I was flat, waited as she did the same, although she seemed to still be asleep, and then I turned my back to her, allowing her to spoon against me. Her arm curved around my waist this time and I sighed before falling back to sleep.





The Birthday Gift



"Happy birthday, Kiddo," I said into the intercom. "Wanna buzz me in?"

"Hey, Uncle Dave," she said over the sound of the buzzer. "Come on up."

I hadn't seen my favorite niece in nearly four years. My brother was finishing up a lucrative contract job at a nuclear power facility in Saudi Arabia, and they'd sent Sarah on ahead so she could start college on time. I remembered her as a pudgy fourteen-year-old, with an adolescent's intense curiosity and that sort of worrisome trepidation you see in kids when they're not quite sure whether they're ever going to be pretty or popular. I used to tell her not to worry; that she was just going through a normal adolescent stage, but she never seemed to believe me. I'd seen a couple of pictures the family had sent, but she was always dressed in frumpy clothes lurking in the background, so I had no idea how she'd actually turned out.

"God, it's good to see you," she said as she opened the door and flew into my arms before I had time to get a good look at her. I lifted her off her feet and, with the door closing behind us, swung her around, hoping to loosen her bear-like grip on my neck. She was light, probably no more than 90 or 100 pounds, and seemed to have grown only a couple of inches. When she finally let go, I held her out at arm's length and took a good look.

"Wow!" I said, as she turned her head into her shoulder as if trying to hide. "You are gorgeous. I told you not to worry." She wasn't exactly gorgeous. In fact, cute would have been a better description, but I didn't think that word would describe the kind physical maturity I was sure she hoped to have developed. She also didn't seem to have aged much at all, still displaying that adolescent innocence I remembered.

"Yeah, sure," she said, as she brushed a lock of reddish auburn hair from her eyes. "Like I don't have a mirror. I mean, I'm eighteen today and I still look like I did when I was fifteen."

I curled a finger under her chin and lifted her face. "I don't give a damn what you think your mirror has to say, I'm telling you you're beautiful. I'll bet you had to beat the boys off with a stick over there."

"I wish," she said, burying her face in my sweater. "The so-called boys over there are all a bunch of religious nuts. Their idea of an ideal girl is one who wears a head-to-toe burka, and wouldn't consider kissing until she's married."

I ruffled her hair gently. "So," I said with a frown, "I guess you didn't find yourself a boyfriend"

"Are you kidding? If it weren't for Facebook, I wouldn't even have a male acquaintance. Even my tutors were girls. I missed everything, Uncle Dave. All the partying, the prom. Hell, I'm still a virgin for Christ's sake!"

I was a little taken aback at her frankness, but I managed to cover it up. "Hey," I said, gently shaking her shoulders, "what's wrong with being a virgin? I know lots of boys who would kill to find one. They're like an endangered species in the States nowadays."

"Don't I know it? I was one of the last ones left before we went away, and I was only fourteen. I even talked to Mom about it, and she admitted she and dad had sex when they were both sixteen. Of course, she said I should wait – Dad probably wants me to wait until I'm thirty – but that's just what parents are supposed to say. It doesn't have a thing to do with reality, and the reality is that I'm way behind in that department."

"Okay, okay," I said with resignation. "But this conversation is getting a little edgy. How 'bout if we back off a little and talk about something else. How're your folks? When are they due? What happened to all your freckles?" I was grasping, but my embarrassment was beginning to show and I didn't want her thinking I was going to start agreeing with her obvious frustration at being a virgin.

"They're fine. Be home in two weeks. The freckles faded. You can still see them if you look close, but I'm trying to help them along with some bleachy kind of cream." This was all said succinctly, as if she were answering questions on a verbal test. She shut her eyes and tears began to squeeze from the corners, so I pulled her back against me and hugged her tightly. This is going to be tough, I thought, as she sniffled and shook her head against my chest.

"I really want to talk about it, Uncle Dave," she managed to blubber through her tears. "You're the only person I could ever talk to honestly, and right now I need that. I'm so goddamned frustrated I could die."

I took a deep breath and tried to consider the impropriety of it all, the possible consequences, but I loved this kid and I knew I wasn't going to get away with any more dodges. "Well," I said, "since you put it like that, let's take a little break, maybe order in some food. Then I promise we can talk about anything you want. Okay?"

I could sense her disappointment, but she finally pulled back and nodded. "I made dinner. All it needs is a little nuking. I didn't have much else to do over there, so I watched a bunch of Galloping Gourmet reruns and actually learned how to cook."

She handed me the TV remote. "Sit down. I'll get you a beer."





The Birthday Gift



"Why? Isn't there at least some kind of definition or description of it?"

"I'm sure there is, Honey, but it ain't gonna help you understand what it's all about. Problem is, it's not something you can see or a touch or that can be adequately described using any of the five senses. It probably involves all of the senses, but it goes way beyond that. It's a feeling. In fact, it's the most intensely pleasurable feeling there is, and it is so unique that no one could possibly hope to adequately describe it in words."

"Wow," she whispered. "So what you're saying is, the only way to understand this addiction thing is to actually experience an orgasm." Slowly a smile spread across her face. "And that means you're going to have to show me; or at least teach me how to have one, right?"

"Hold on, now. Let's not get ahead of ourselves. There's nothing that says you need to have an orgasm in order to enjoy sex, and it can take some women a long time before they actually get to the point of having one. It's more the male of the species that's responsible for keeping things going, because he can have orgasms far easier and more frequently that women can, and tends to screw everything in sight, even if it doesn't particularly want to be screwed. Still, it would help if you understood the mechanics of an orgasm and to know about your own body and how it responds to different things. That way, when you do eventually have sex, you can help your partner understand better how to make it pleasurable and satisfying for you."

"So, like I said, you're going to have to show me, right? What do we do first? Should I take off my clothes or what?"

"No!" I shouted, then quickly lowered my voice. "Uh, no, that won't be necessary. We just need to go over some anatomical things, okay?" She nodded and widened her eyes in anticipation.

"Okay," I continued, "let's start with the, uh, vagina. How much do you know about your vagina?"

The embarrassment she displayed earlier seemed to disappear with the prospect of finally getting into some details. "Well," she said, counting off on her fingers, "I know it's a cavity. I know it's where a man puts his penis in order to have intercourse. I know it's where I bleed from during my period. I know that somewhere around there is where I pee from. I know it's where babies come out when they're born. And I know it feels kind of weird and gets gooey when someone rubs on it with their hand. I guess that's about it."

"Do you know what your clitoris is?"

"No, not really. I've heard that word before, or maybe read it somewhere, but I don't know anything about it. Is it important?"

"It's about the most important thing you have when it comes to orgasms. It's more or less the female counterpart to the male penis, except it's usually tiny and sometimes difficult to find and stimulate."

"So, do you think you can find mine?" she said. Her expression was serious, and it was clear she wasn't joking. 

"I think maybe you should do that yourself."

"Oh, God," she whimpered. "I don't know if I want to do that, Uncle Dave. Can't you at least help me? I know you're worried about Dad and all, but I'm telling you, no one is ever going to know about this. Ever! Please?"

Once again, I felt caught between what I knew she needed and what that little voice kept telling me was wrong. Finally, I made up my mind. "Okay, Honey, but we're going to have to be real careful. Tell you what, why don't you go into your bedroom and turn the light out? I'll wait until you say it's okay to come in, then I'll try to talk you through this."

Suddenly confronted with the prospect of actually having to do something, her resolve seemed to slip. She pushed back against the couch and closed her eyes. But after several seconds of silence, her eyes snapped open again and she stared at the ceiling."Okay," she said, with just a hint of shakiness in her voice. She stood quickly and almost duck walked toward the hall. "Should I get undressed?" she yelled as she disappeared into the darkness.

"You might as well," I answered. "You're going to have to sooner or later anyway."

I waited until I thought she'd had time to get into her room, then stood and walked cautiously after her. As I made my way slowly down the hall, I heard a soft rustling sound, and then her voice came from behind the closed door "Okay," she said, just loud enough for me to hear. "I'm ready."

I turned the doorknob and opened it a crack. When she didn't protest, I pushed it far enough to squeeze through. In the shaft of light from the hall, I caught a glimpse of her bare legs lying stiff and straight, as if they might belong to a porcelain doll. As the shaft grew, the light moved up to illuminate a soft, downy fluff of light-brown pubic hair. That was all I saw before I closed the door and the room fell into semi darkness, with only the twilight through the window to illuminate it.

"Are you ready?" I asked as I approached the bed.

"I .... Think so. How about you?" she said with a hint of nervous humor. When I sat carefully on the edge of the bed, I heard a quick intake of breath, as if she'd accidentally touched a hot stove. But soon I sensed the stiffness go out of her body, and she cautiously reached out a hand. I took it in mine and squeezed.

"Are you sure?" I asked

"I'm sure, Uncle Dave," she said, and she returned my squeeze. Then, very slowly, I moved her hand over her body and down toward her legs. She resisted at first, but I kept gently pushing until both our hands rested on that soft tuft of pubic hair.

"Now I want you to open your legs a little, okay?" She didn't answer, but soon I felt her legs slowly begin to move apart. I spread my fingers across the back of hers and moved our hands down until I could feel the warmth of her vagina beneath them. I stopped then to let her pull away if she wanted to, but she made no move to do so. 

It was an awkward position for me, sitting half turned and leaning over like that, so I asked, "Do you mind if I lay down beside you? It will be easier for me that way."

"God, no," she whispered.

Without moving my hand, I slowly turned and stretched out next to her. I kissed her on the cheek, and she seemed to relax a little, so I began to curl our fingers downward until I could feel a slight warmth of moisture.

"Okay now," I said with my mouth close to her ear, "let me explain some things to you." I felt her nod, so I continued. "Just above the opening to your vagina, you're going to feel some things. Fleshy things like soft wrinkles. Can you feel them?"

This time, she moved her fingers without my help, and after a moment of exploration, she said, "Uh-huh. It's kind of gross. I'm getting all gooey down there."

"That's good, Honey. It's like you said before about being lubricated. Now I want you to press a little harder and see if you feel anything else. Maybe like a little button or nub in the center of that fleshy stuff." This time I helped her by pressing and moving her finger up and down. I knew from experience that actually locating her clitoris would probably be difficult, but that the motion and friction should cause at least a little sensation.

We kept at it for a while, gently moving up and down, until she stopped with a little jerk. Then she started again, stopped, and let out a sharp breath. She did this a couple of more times before whispering, "I ... I think I found it. It, it sort of tingles when I touch it. It feels kind of like the end of tiny Q-Tip. Is that it, do you think?"

I didn't answer, just kept pressure on her fingers until she started moving on her own. But when I tried to draw my hand away, she stopped. "Please don't, Uncle Dave," she pleaded. "I can't do this by myself. And I need badly to keep doing it." I once again applied some pressure, but it seemed as if all she needed was the confidence that came with knowing I was there, because she soon took over completely. Still, I allowed my fingers to follow hers as if I were actually helping.

From there everything seemed to happen in slow motion. It took a long time before her legs began to move and her hips started rising and falling. Her breathing soon began to deepen and, in an almost inaudible voice, she said, "I've never felt anything like this in my life. It's ... it's nice." This was followed by a soft moan that seemed to emanate from deep in her chest.

We went on like that for what felt like forever, though it could only have been a matter of minutes. And after a while, when she seemed unable to get past a certain level of excitement, she began to slow down. By that time, even though I had tried my best to remain disinterested, I had developed an erection that threatened to burst, and it was all I could do to keep from letting on how badly I wanted her. When she finally stopped moving her hand and pulled it away, she turned and kissed me softly on the lips.

I was about to lose my self control and take her right then, when she whispered in my ear, "I've got an idea now about what an orgasm is. But it's only an idea. It was kind of like being on a carousel and trying to grab that golden ring that's always just out of reach. It's fun and exciting, but it's also really frustrating, if you know what I mean." And boy did I know what she meant.

She nibbled on my ear for a while and I could hear her breathing begin to slow. I thought maybe she had fallen asleep, but then she coughed softly and continued. "I felt like I was running toward a cliff and was scared to death of going over, so I kept holding back. It was like wanting something so bad you could hardly stand not having it, but not being able to get there for fear it would suddenly be over and you would fall into some bottomless chasm and die. I loved it while it was happening, but it about drove me nuts because I couldn't get there. Is that the way it's supposed to be?"

Not being a woman, I wasn't really qualified to answer, but I decided to give a shot anyway. "From what I've heard," I said, "it sometimes takes a while for a girl to get over the fear, to let herself go enough to have an orgasm. And it's not always easy to do it by masturbating. Sometimes it takes the extra emotional stimulation of actually having intercourse, or maybe oral sex."

"Oral sex?" She lifted herself up on an elbow and stared into my eyes. The twilight had given way to a rising moon that shown behind her like a spotlight with part of its lens missing. "Do you mean ... what it sounds like?"

"I guess so, yeah. But don't get all freaked out about it. It may be hard to believe until you've experienced it, but it can be one of the most enjoyable experiences you will ever have."

"It sounds ... God, if you mean you would actually put your mouth on ... that would have to be one of the grossest things in the world. Doesn't it taste terrible? I can't imagine ..."

"Listen," I said. "This is a conversation better left for another time. Right now we're talking about orgasms and how you feel coming so close to ... well, coming."

"Is that what they mean when they say 'coming?' I always wondered what that meant. Speaking of ... coming, what's it like for you—for guys, I mean? How do you deal with jumping off that cliff or whatever?"

"It's similar, but not the same. That's why young boys aren't very good at having sex with young girls."

"I don't understand."

"Well, for a boy, it often happens quicker, and there is no fear. For a girl it takes a lot longer, especially at first, and some boys don't know that. They just put their penis inside you and have their orgasm real quick, while you're still only part of the way there. Then their desire fades rapidly and they leave you frustrated and wanting more, just like you told me about what happened a few minutes ago."

"But if they're so quick, how does it ever work out for both people?"

"If the boy understands a girl's needs, he can do lots of other things to help her get to the right point before he puts it in. It's called foreplay, remember? And if it's done properly, you can ... uh, come together, or at least at about the same time."

"That sounds complicated. Does it hurt?"

"Foreplay?"

"No, I mean when he puts it in."

"The first time it can hurt, but after the initial pain, if the boy knows what he's doing, it gets better. And it should hurt less and less as time goes on. Eventually it won't hurt at all. Of course, that depends on how small your vagina is and a how big his penis is."

"How would I know? I mean if a guy is too big for me."

"Well, generally, it isn't a problem, only if he is extraordinarily big and you are extraordinarily small. But that doesn't happen very often."

"What does it look like?"

"What, a penis?"

"Yes."

"Well, it's kind of hard to explain. It looks different when it's soft than it does when it's hard."

"You mean what the boys call a hard on?"

"Have you ever seen one?"

"I saw my dad once getting out of the shower. It was all wrinkled and funny looking."

"That's what it looks like when it's soft."

"So how does it change when it's hard?"

"It gets longer and thicker, and there's a bulge at the end that's bigger than the shaft."

"Sounds gross. Could I . . .?"

"What?"

"I just wondered if maybe I could see yours?"

"Now, that's a problem. You need to understand that this ... that we ... we shouldn't be—."

"Look, Uncle Dave, we've been all through that. You know I need your help to understand these things and no one but us is ever going to know about what we do here tonight. Or is it that you're embarrassed to show it to me?"

"No. Well, maybe a little. But, it's more than that. It's even more than worrying about your parents finding out."

"What else could there possibly be?"

I was at a loss for words right then, because the answer to her question was bound to lead to other things, things I might not be able to control. Still, I decided to be honest. "Honey," I said, "the real problem is that I'm getting extremely frustrated myself right now, and I need to get some relief pretty soon or I'm going to burst. And when you take that and combine it with the fact that I want to make love to you so bad I can barely stand it, well, you can probably figure out the rest."

She was silent for a moment, and I could feel a shiver run through her body as she snuggled against me. "Do you mean you actually want me? Or is it just that I'm here and naked and young and innocent and willing?"

I slowly turned to face her, then put my hands on her cheeks and drew her lips to mine. It was a long, passionate kiss, eventually accentuated by my driving my tongue deep into her mouth. And since our bodies now faced each other, my erection pressing against her skin must have felt like a hot poker. Our lips eventually parted and I worked my way around to her neck, sucking and kissing almost frantically. When she cautiously reached down between us, I didn't protest. Her fingers gently explored, first encircling me, then moving up to rest lightly around the tip. I could tell I was probably harder than I'd ever been in my life, and I involuntarily started thrusting against her hand as I came closer and closer to orgasm. But somehow the passion of the moment seemed to leave her right then, and she drew back.

"Uncle Dave," she whispered close to my ear. "I think you might be way too big for me." I realized then that she had moved her hand back between her own legs, and before I could answer, I felt her once again touch my throbbing penis. "Judging from what I can feel," she said, once again testing her own size, "you couldn't possible fit inside me."

I waited until she had gone back and forth a couple of more times, then stopped her hand with mine and pulled it to my lips. After a moment I reached over with my own hand and gently laid it atop her pubic hair. She jerked a little, but she didn't stop me as I moved downward. Very carefully, I inserted a single finger, which fit rather snugly against her unbroken hymen. She jerked again as I pushed farther in, but then she seemed to relax, even spreading and lifting her legs to help me. 

"Does that feel okay?" I asked as I began rubbing against her clitoris with the back of my thumb. She didn't answer, just moaned and pushed against my hand rhythmically. After a minute or two, I slowed down and started to pull out.

"Oh, don't take it out now," she said, her voice far away and garbled as if she was talking under water. "Please Uncle Dave. It feels soooo good."

I continued to keep a slight pressure and movement against her clitoris as I removed my finger, but once it was completely out, I slowed to a stop and rested my hand lightly on her stomach.

After a moment, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Did you see what I meant? About how small I am compared to how big you are?"

"Yes," I answered. "Actually, that's what I was doing down there. And there's something you need to know about what I found." Her eyes widened in anticipation, as I tried to formulate the proper words. "Have you ever heard of something called a girl's cherry?"

She screwed up her face in concentration, then said, "Oh, sure. That's what guys talk about popping, right? It's a thing girls are supposed to have when they're virgins, but not after they've had sex. I always thought it was some kind of boy's inside joke, something they made up so they could brag about their conquests, or maybe just an easy way to categorize girls."

"Well," I said, "in a way that's true, but the fact is that it does exist and it is something a girl usually loses when she first has sex. It's called a hymen, and it's basically a membrane, or thin piece of skin tissue that partially covers the opening to the vagina. Some girls, by the time they reach your age, have already broken it without having had intercourse, especially if they're involved in sports or dance and acrobatics."

"I've always been sort of an egghead," she said sorrowfully. "I was never very good at sports, and I never took dance lessons or anything like that. So, I guess you're trying to tell me that mine is still there. Is that it?"

"That's exactly it. I can tell it's still there because of the tightness when I put my finger in, but I can also tell that, other than that, you're pretty normal in size. Maybe a little smaller than most girls your age, but not abnormally so."

"Okay. That's kind of reassuring. But what about you? I have nothing whatsoever to base it on, but you seem to be sort of abnormally big. Wouldn't the combination of me being smaller than normal and you being bigger mean that ... well, that we wouldn't be exactly compatible?"

I knew she was right to a certain degree. I wasn't really what would be called abnormally big, but I knew I was bigger than average, and that fact presented me with a good reason to stop all this before it went any further. The problem was, I didn't want to stop. The size difference, I knew, could be handled, and she could eventually be stretched enough to make things comfortable for her. Still, that little voice kept bugging me to do the right thing, so, reluctantly, I decided to follow its advice for a change.

"You're probably right about that," I said, trying to keep the sadness out of my voice. "At least for your first time, it might be best if you waited until you found someone more normal in size."

"But ... but I don't want to," she said with a sigh. "I want you to be my first. You said at least for my first time, which means things might get better once we get past that hymen thing. I could stretch and adjust and then it would be okay, right?"




The Birthday Gift



"I guess. It's really hard to say exactly what would happen."

"Yeah, and it would be hard to say what might happen with anybody else. For all I know, the first guy I decide to go to bed with will have a giant penis and split me right down the middle. At least I can trust you to do the right thing for me, even if it's going to hurt. With some other guy, how would I know what to expect?"

Again, she was right, even if it seemed to play right into my covert desire to be the one to deflower her. I could feel myself growing hard again at the thought, and apparently she could too, because she pressed herself up against me and started moving sensually.

"Okay," I said hoarsely, "but let's take it slow. I want it to be the best possible experience for you."

"See," she whispered in my ear, "that's what I meant, Uncle Dave. I know you'll be gentle with me. Even if the first time hurts a lot, I trust you to do the right thing. Besides, we've got the whole weekend before you have to go back to work, so we have a lot of time to work things out."

"I guess, if you say so. But before we go any further, I'm going to have to get some relief, or I won't be able to think straight, and I might do something we'll both regret."

"You mean you need to have an orgasm?"

"Yes," I said, drawing in a lungful of air.

"Can't I help you do that?"

"Yes," I said, still holding my breath.

"Okay, can you tell me what to do? I mean maybe you could tell me how you do it to yourself."

She finally stopped moving against me, which relieved some of the sensual pressure, and I let out the breath I'd been holding. After I'd gotten back a little control, I said, "Well, I usually do it in the shower. I put soap on it and then move my hand up and down around it as if I were going in and out of a vagina. Sometimes, if I don't have any soap or other lubricant, I squeeze the skin on the outside and pull it up over the end and back down. It's really the tip that has most of the feeling, just like for you it's your clitoris."

After hearing my explanation, she once again reached down to touch me, gently at first, but then she seemed to decide something and encircled me with her hand, slowly tightening her grip until I gasped.

"Oh, Oh, shit," she said, letting go of me and looking in my eyes. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry, I just—"

"You didn't hurt me Honey," I said, quickly grabbing her hand and pulling it back. "It's just that it felt so good, that's all." I helped her by folding her fingers around me once again, and she slowly started pulling upward, drawing the skin along. She seemed to be getting the idea, so I took my hand away and let her continue on her own. But when she reached the tip, she stopped. 

"Won't it hurt if I pull the skin over the end?" she said with concern.

"No," I whispered. "Please just go ahead and do it." When she finally slipped the skin over the tip, I felt I would explode. She brought it back down, stopped for a second, and started up again.

"You're sure this is okay?" she asked as she continued to slide up and down. But by that time, I was so close I could only mumble, "Faster."

As she sped up, my body stared to shake and I clamped my arms around her tightly. "Are you all right," she said, slowing down again.

"Yes," I whispered, "But please don't stop." She quickly resumed, and seemed to sense my response, as she squeezed tighter and began to move up and down faster. The sensation was incredible, and when I pushed against her, moaning uncontrollably, she suddenly squeezed so hard and jerked so frantically that I came with explosion of relief so satisfying I involuntarily let out a gasp of air.

My semen shot all the way up to her breasts, but she didn't seem to mind. And as if she knew exactly what to do, she slowed down a little at a time, and then began to milk me gently until the bed was soaked with my juices and I was completely spent.

I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew she was singing softly in my ear and I could feel that the sheets beneath us had started to dry. The song she sang was Hush Little Baby, and the sound was so soothing, I found myself drifting off again. The last thought I had before darkness closed in, was that I had fallen deeply and completely in love with this girl child, and I didn't give one healthy good Goddamn what anyone might think about it.





The Birthday Gift



It was his fortieth birthday, and I had decided that it was to be a memorable one. Paul and I had been married for five years. He was ten years older than me. So, I was twenty when I married him. Already at thirty, he had this salt and pepper hair that makes women look unkempt but makes men look sophisticated and dangerous. So he was, I was later to find out. Sophisticated in his tastes, from food or drink, nothing was too foreign, strange or disgusting for him not to try. With him, I developed a taste for exotic foods, frog legs, escargots, and monk fish liver. You name it, the more potent the flavor, the more he craved it; and with him, so did I.

His taste for liquor was just as eclectic as his food choices. Not just the single malt Scotch or small batch Bourbon that the cognoscenti rave about. He had Absinthe brought over from Slovakia, Raki from Turkey, and a particularly favored Grappa-like drink from some place in Spain.

I grew up in Omaha, Nebraska, as Middle America as apple pie and biscuits. That may have been what attracted me, at twenty, to this man, so much my senior. He entered my life like a tornado, sweeping everything before him. Soon, I found myself skiing double diamond terrain, shooting white water rapids, and diving in the open ocean; all things I had never even thought of doing. We got engaged at 120 ft of depth, in the great wall of Little Cayman. I was so surprised I almost dropped the ring, and that would have been a disaster, since the bottom of the ocean is about three thousand feet deep at that point! I have followed Paul ever since, and never regretted it for a second.

Now, after five years of marriage, I decided I shall give him a gift to remember. I changed a lot from the wide eyed ingénue from Omaha in these years, but one thing, until now, did not change. I never accepted his, shall I say temptations? In the matter of sex I remained the proper conservative American girl. Of course we had oral sex, but aside of that; the kinkiest thing we ever did was to do it in the kitchen. And I knew, and know, that he wanted more. He kept a large collection of erotica, in his library. Although locked, these books, tapes and art, have always been available to me even though I did not avail myself of them until recently. That's when I realized how much I was withholding from him and, for the first time became afraid, afraid that he would find someone who would give him what I would not.

Fast forward to the present. I found a willing accomplice in Sakura, a Japanese beauty that frequented our country club. She was twenty five; we often played golf or skied with her. I do not believe Paul knew the effect he had on her, or if he knew, he never acted on it. Me, on the other hand, I knew. It was obvious to me that the oriental beauty was besotted with Paul. She was always respectful, always polite and proper, but I could not fail to detect her blushing, her breathing becoming faster when he approached her. If he talked to her, and touched her arm, she always would seek support from the back of a chair, table or other piece of furniture, her knees would weaken so.

I approached Sakura one evening, about three weeks before his birthday. Paul was traveling that day and, it being the middle of the week, the lounge at the club was relatively empty; some women played cards at a table, and a couple of older, retired guys played chess. Sakura had been playing tennis, and was looking around the bar for someone to share a drink with, so as soon as she saw me, she approached me, smiling.

"Hi, Sakura" I greeted her "Care to drink something?"

"Hi, Lola" She answered, "Of course."

We sat at one of the couches, near the fireplace, far from the other people. We ordered Margaritas. We made small talk for a while, until the second Margarita. Then, as inhibitions began to loosen, thanks to Jose Cuervo, I made my move:

"Have you had sex with Paul?" I asked nonchalantly between sips.

"Of course not!" She answered angrily "What makes you think so?" 

"Relax my dear" I said stroking her hand. "I know you like him. Don't you?"

The tequila was having its desired effect. I had eaten a burger before coming to the club, but Sakura just had two Margaritas on an empty stomach. She answered truthfully.

"You can't blame me for that. He is gorgeous" She paused for the briefest moment "But I've never..." "I know, I know" I said soothingly "But you would, if things were...different" It was not a question.

She did not deny it. 

"I have an idea I need your help with" I continued.

* * *

On his birthday, I took Paul to his favorite seafood haunt. A swanky place, known for its seafood and steaks and one of the few places in town where you could still smoke a cigar after dinner, in their cigar room; this was the one place in town where you could go for dinner in a tuxedo and cocktail dress, and not call attention to yourself. He always looks so handsome in his tux. I wore a crimson silk number, with a tight bodice and a flaring skirt that showed off my legs and feet, enhanced by the Manolo Blahnik sandals. 

He wanted to have steak for dinner, as he usually did here, but I told him I had made other arrangements for us, and he understood that sex was in the forecast, so he did not complain about the food choices.

If he had his way, and ate a porterhouse, he would fall in bed like a pole axed ox, so, no meat today.

We ate Mikimoto oysters on the half shell, steamed artichokes with a balsamic dip and grilled salmon and steamed Bok Choy with a soy ginger sauce. To drink, we had Perrier Jouet cuvee Belle Epoque. He also got me hooked on that one.

After dinner, he looked at the cigar room, an eyebrow slightly raised, interrogating. I smiled and said:

"At home."

When we arrived home, the house was dark; I led him to the bedroom, lit only by a night light, and sat him in his favorite leather chair, facing the bed. He was about to question me but I touched his lips with my finger.

"Hush" I said. 

I led his hand to the table at his right. In it a crystal bucket held ice cubes, and a large glass rang crisply as I touched it lightly with my crimson fingernails. I gave him his cigar, a Montecristo #2 that I had previously cut for him and lit a match for him to light it. In the light of the match, I saw amazement and wonder in his eyes.

I pushed him back into the chair, kissed him and said:

"Wait."

Then I disappeared into the bathroom. I rapidly changed into a black bustier, that matched the black hose and garter belt I was wearing, but that, hidden under the skirt, he could not have noticed. I entered the bedroom, and as I approached the king sized, four poster bed, flicked a remote control that turned on three spotlights on the bed leaving the rest of the bedroom in relative darkness.

In the bed, silently, Sakura, dressed in a white lace bra from La Perla, matching white thong, garter belt and hose, turned towards me and extended her arms to meet mine. I heard his sharp intake of breath. 

Sakura and I hugged, and I kissed her deeply on her lips. My tongue entered her, exploring, as she did the same with me. I felt my moisture, my need arise, and straddled her thigh, rubbing myself against her stockinged skin. She did likewise, and I could smell her arousal, similar, yet so different from my own. We rolled on the bed, touching, probing each other. I never had a lesbian experience before, but it came naturally to me; it felt as if I was making love to myself. My bustier came off as Sakura sought out my breasts, larger than hers, and kissed them, and bit on them. In my excitement, I could only hug her closer to me, while trying, furiously to hump her thigh. 

I heard not a word from my husband, who, in the relative darkness of the room, could be seen only as a dark shape, sunk in his chair. 

Sakura now pinched my nipples, until they were standing up, erect, sensitive. She took the right one on her mouth and sucked on it, viciously, then bit hard on it, until I squealed in pain. She moved behind me, taking my arms behind my back, and holding them crossed at the wrist. I knelt now on the bed, my knees wide open, facing the dark shape that was my husband. I could see the plume of blue cigar smoke, exhaled, and smell the strong aroma, before it was sucked out of the room by the silent ventilation system. She threw me on my side, still holding my hands, and ripped off my garter belt and hose. She used one of the stockings to bind my hands. I heard the tinkle of ice, on my husband's chair.

She ripped off my panties left me nude, with my hands bound behind my back, knees wide open on the bed, ankles crossed, and my neatly trimmed pubic hair, another novelty for Paul, pointing to my wide open pussy. I felt the cool air in my moist lips. I could smell myself. Sakura was as excited as I. Her skin glistened in the spotlights with a patina of sweat. She threw me on my back and straddled my face. She pulled her white thong to a side and smothered me with her sopping wet pussy. I smelled her musk, and licked at her clit, my nose deeply inserted in her hot wet hole. She gushed more, under my attentions, and I noticed the flow of moisture dripping out of my own cunt. I felt embarrassed for a moment, to be doing this, wide open, in front of Paul, perfectly lit by the spotlights, my pussy gushing, and dripping on the dark red bed sheets. After only a short time, Sakura rode my nose to the first of many orgasms that evening.

She stopped to catch her breath, but only for a moment, for I was given no respite. She turned me, facing down on the bed, my panties inserted deep in my mouth, and tied in place with my garter belt. She tied my hands together to the headboard, and my ankles, separately to the posts at the foot of the bed. My ankles were tied with my stockings, my hands with a wide red silk ribbon. 

I saw, on the mirror on the side wall Sakura approaching Paul, a riding crop in her hand. She offered it to him, silently; he waved her off. She moved to my right, and I could not see her anymore.

The swish of the crop, cutting through the air warned me, a fraction of a second before a line of fire planted itself on my ass. I tried to scream through my gag, but only a muted howl came out. And the crop fell, again and again, until my ass was on fire, and I had no strength to cry out anymore. The pillow under my face was wet with my tears, and the sheet under my pussy wet with my juices. Sakura untied me and I turned over. 

Paul stood, in front of his chair, his erect penis sticking out of his pants; he approached the bed, only to be interrupted by Sakura, who gently pushed him back into his chair. 

"Not yet," She said "Soon."

She knelt between his legs and took him in her mouth. She swallowed his length and, holding on to his butt, bobbed on his dick. I saw her cheeks, hollow with her suction as she blew him vigorously. It took but a minute for Paul to spill himself down Sakura's throat. I saw her swallow, and then lick him clean. She replaced his dick in his pants, and came back to me. 

I feared her, for I knew what was to come next. She tied my ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed, and my wrists to the ones on the headboard. She picked up the crop once more. I could see Paul's dick, again tenting his pants.

This time it was my breasts that were the target of Sakura's crop. As the leather cut into my tender boobies I thrashed as much as my bound hands and feet allowed. Yet my pussy continued to gush. When it was over, Paul was again standing, his dick again out of his pants which he proceeded to shed. Sakura motioned for him to wait, as she once again turned me over, and placed me on all fours. My hands tied beneath my face, and my feet again tied to the bedposts.

I felt cold air on my ass, as she separated my ass cheeks. I heard the floorboards creak as he came closer. I felt the cold gel dripping on my ass hole, and her gentle fingers spreading and entering, one finger, then a second one. I sank my head in the pillow. I heard his grunt of pleasure as she spread the jelly on his member. I tried to relax, to await the inevitable. 

I felt the pressure at the opening I never gave him, until now, and tried to relax and push against him, to no avail. My sphincter closed tighter the more I tried to will it open. He pushed harder, encouraged by Sakura; I moaned and, as he forces his way past my resistance, screamed through my gag and into the pillow. Victorious, he entered my bowels; I felt like I was being ripped apart. He pulled out, and I felt his penis leaving my rectum. I felt the cold air inside, and he entered me again. It hurt terribly, but was easier too. He did it over and over again, until he screamed his release. His sperm filled my rear entrance leaving me with a glow, all over me, of success, of achievement.

Now, Sakura kissed my ass tenderly and, with her tongue, cleaned it. With her lips tightly around my still stretched asshole, she said a single word.

"Push."

And I did, and she drank again all of his essence. Then she untied me, and I stood, nude, in front of Paul.

Sakura and I both said:

"Happy Birthday!"

The End



The Birthday Gift



He heard the door to his office open. It was late. Who could that be?

He was halfway through his third bourbon and was likely to either kill or be killed by a burglar, but pleasantly toasted enough to not give a shit about either outcome.

Then she appeared in his office door way.

He smiled.

She was wearing all black. What else was new? Her black wraparound dress was secured with a loose knot at the waist. He glanced long enough to ponder if that was all that held it together. He also thought she was wearing too much lipstick. 

"What are you doing here? I thought you were going to happy hour or something?" he asked.

"I did. Just left," she said.

She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe.

"Did you think I forgot?" she said.

"What?" he said, playing dumb. 

"Your birthday. Did you think I forgot your birthday?" she asked.

The thought had crossed his mind. In the many years they worked together, she'd never forgotten his birthday. Always a message, a card, a small gift. Something. And always on his birthday. She never missed the actual day.

He wasn't upset or hurt anything. What was he, a chic? It was just a birthday. But he did feel slight surprise at it.

"I forgot it was my birthday, so how could I think you forgot?" he said.

"Liar," she said.

"I just wanted to bring you my present in person," she said.

"It isn't more ice by any chance, is it?" he shook his glass at her.

"Haha, no. It isn't. Depending on your view, it could be interpreted as the opposite of ice. But give me that," she said.

She took his glass and got him more ice from the freezer.

"Here," she said. 

"Happy birthday," she said.

He added some more to his glass, and leaned back in the chair.

She was always flirting with him, jokingly propositioning him. It had become a running gag between them. So much so that he no longer took any of it one bit seriously.

"So? Where is it?" Is it edible? I'm starving," he said.

She laughed again, but he realized he was sort of being a jerk. Unfortunately, he was in that kind of mood. So she'd have to deal.

"You tell me," she said.

"But first," she said, walking into his office.

She was wearing heels he liked.

He turned around in his chair to face her.

She took the string to her dress and held it up to him.

"First, you have to unwrap it," she said, smiling at him — an evil smile, a pirate's smile, as they say.

He looked up at her and put his glass on the desk.

"Seriously?" he said.

"Seriously," she said.

"It's easy to unwrap. Just pull," she said.

He was stuck for a minute. Should he do it? It was probably not advisable.

The angel on his shoulder scolded him to keep his hands to himself. The devil on his shoulder urged him to pull. What was the big deal? It didn't mean he had to do anything. 

Come on, the devil said, you know you want to....

And the devil on his shoulder was three bourbons bigger than his puny angel. He flicked her out of his mind.

And then he pulled.

She stepped back as the dress fell open, and his eyes started at the bottom, and worked their way up. 

Slowly.

Heels leading up to stockings. Stockings heading up to end mid thigh. Red garters holding up stockings, leading past red satin and lace panties. 

The garters finished at a red lace and satin corset bustier tied tightly with a thick black satin ribbon under her full breasts, ending with black satin bow tied just low enough at her cleavage.

Now he got the red lipstick. It matched perfectly.

She looked like some type of sexy old West saloon girl, and searching his eyes, hers held that same combination of bravado, sensuality and vulnerability he imagined those women exuded.

Also, while he preferred the girl-next-door type usually — she looked hot.

"Well?" she said.

"You did all this for me?" he said.

"I didn't do anything yet," she said, smiling.

"I thought this was the present?" he said.

"You haven't finished unwrapping the present yet," she said.

"That's a lot of red lipstick," he said.

"It is. What do you want me to get it on first?" she said.

He laughed.

"I want you to get it off," he said.

"I'll get it off," she said, smiling.

He fished an ice cube out of his drink, and stood up to her now. She involuntarily took a step backward, suddenly nervous. Vulnerable.

He held the ice cube to her mouth, and ran it around her lips, and her lips were so ticklish, she shuddered a little with the feeling of his fingers on them, the freezing cold, and she took the ice cube in her mouth with her tongue.

She wiped the lipstick away from her wet lips with her fingers, and as he sucked the water and bourbon off the tips of his, she watched him.

Her lips looked softer, still reddish, but full and kissable now. 

"So what do you want me to do now?" he asked.

She leaned against his desk. 

"Whatever you want. It's your birthday present," she said.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

She smiled.

"Sit," she said.

He sat back in his chair.

She leaned over him in his chair, hands on both arms, she brushed his mouth with hers. He was dangerously close to that black satin bow now, and could see her ample chest about to explode out of fitted corset.

His turn on simmered. It was strange. Psychologically twisted. Maybe it was the bourbon, but he couldn't help it. As she kneeled between his legs, as her fingers gently found the button of his pants, and even as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, he knew it wasn't going to work this way for him.

"Stop," he said.

He saw the confused look of hurt in her eyes.

"I can't do this now," he said.

"Ok," she said.

"I have a date for drinks," he said.

She laughed.

"You've got to be kidding me," she said.

He smiled and shook his head.

"Well, ok then," she said, leaning to take her dress off the floor, her brain a roulette wheel of four letter words and different ways he could go fuck himself.

Always the same shit. Good enough for the moment. Important for the day. Her significance fleeting and unreliable.

And often painful.

He stopped her hand holding her dress and dropped it back to the floor.

"No," he said.

"What? I don't get it," she said.

"I want you to wait here. Dressed that way. Until I'm done and come back," he said.

Now she really laughed.

"Please tell me you're kidding," she said.

"No," he said.

And he wasn't. There was something about knowing she was waiting for him there in that outfit. Having to wait for him. It was turning him on. Somewhere inside her under being pissed off, he knew it was turning her on too.

"Let me get this straight," she said, now sitting in his chair, crossing her stockinged leg, giving him a good view of her upper thigh, crossing her arms and giving him the same of her chest. Her high heel bounced up and down in tense irritation.

"You want me to wait here, like a stupid idiot, after getting this whole outfit on especially for you, putting myself on the line, while you go out and have drinks with another woman, until you feel like coming back?" she said.

"Yes," he said, smiling.

She shook her head.

"You're really an arrogant prick sometimes, you know that?" she said.

"I do," he said.

"Have a great birthday, and go fuck yourself while you're at it," she said, getting up from the chair.

He pushed her back down in the chair. 

"Get off me, really," she said.

He moved to embrace her and she weakened for a moment, but he took that weakness to find an unused computer cord under his desk, and before she had time to realize he'd tied her hands together, under the chair arms, behind the back of the chair.

Now she was stuck.

"Not funny. Untie me," she said.

"Who's laughing," he said, grabbing his stuff from the desk.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me. Now. Do it," she said.

"I won't be too long," he said.

She yelled his name.

He ignored her and grabbed his glass and added more ice to it. And more bourbon. He found a straw and stuck it in.

"Here," he said. 

"In case you get thirsty," he said.

She stared at the glass and realized he was serious.

"You realize if I get out of this cord I probably will never talk to you again," she said quietly, not looking at him.

"Maybe for a little while, but you will eventually. And I'm not worried, because you won't," he said.

"I hope you choke on your drink," she said.

He laughed.

"Well I do not wish the same on you, because no one will be around to call 911," he said.

He leaned in to kiss her cheek and she pulled away.

"You'll see. You'll feel better when I get back," he said.

"Just get out. Go meet whomever," she said.

And then he was gone.

She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of struggling against the cord while he was there. Once she heard the door click behind her, she pulled, yanked, and tried everything to get the cord loose. Nothing worked.

What a bastard.

She was so angry and yet there was that little trickle. That thread running through it. That hint of turn on he was talking about. Him keeping her there, tied up, wanting to know she was there, letting his mind wander to her tied up in his chair while he was having drinks with that other chic.

At least this was one time she knew she'd be on his mind while he was with someone else for sure.

And then the anger came flooding back. All the effort she'd put into his birthday and it was taken for granted. There were so many times she'd felt that way over the years, periods of him not seeing her, not seeing her as anything or anyone of value, and then there were so many more times that he made her feel like she was invaluable — precious really.

Sometimes her head was so fucked with him in it she just waned to run off to Siberia. What better time to ponder that ultimate fuckitude of her head than as she sat, tied to a chair, in a satin corset, with a ration of bourbon, by herself in the dark?

That about summed it up, didn't it? She was imprisoned. Held captive mostly by her own head, heart and body.

She took a sip of the drink on the desk. Might as well make the best of it.

He was gone two hours. 

She'd vacillated from totally turned on to totally hating his guts many times over that two hours. But as she heard the door unlock, she was back to being totally enraged.

Her arms were sore, first from struggling, then just being in the awkward backwards position for that long. And she was thirsty. She hadn't finished his crappy bourbon.

And to add insult to injury, he was finishing a phone call on the way into the office. He had to be on the phone with a girl. His alcohol-soaked voice was full of flirtation and promise. Both of which had been rarely spared on her, other than in similar increments to his quarter of a glass, watered-down bourbon on the desk.

Her rage seethed. 

He finished his call and his nauseatingly sweet endearments while looking at her directly in the eye, just to make sure she heard him and he could watch her listening.

He hung up the phone.

"Hi," he said.

"Do not talk to me until you untie this," she said.

He came over to the chair and gently undid the knots, trying to take her wrists and massage them a little. She yanked them from his hands.

"Come on," he said, smiling.

She stood up from the chair.

"Come on? Come on?" she asked in anger.

"You didn't finish your drink," he said, 

"You noticed," she said, lifting it to her mouth in the darkness of the office.

"I was saving it," she said.

"For now?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, and tossed the watery bottom of the drink in his face.

He laughed, wiping it from his eyes.

"I suppose I deserved that," he said.

"You deserved more than that," she said.

"If I wasn't physically opposed to touching you right now, I'd slap you across the face," she said.

"So do it," he said.

"I won't give you the satisfaction," she said, once again bending to get her dress off the floor. He grabbed her arms to stop her.

"Don't," he said. 

"Don't fucking touch me," she said.

"Wait," he said.

Then she did slap him. Slapped him hard. And insanely found herself getting hot. Getting wet.

Anger more at herself and her fucking weakness more than at him drove her to slap him again.

"Come on, that's all you got?" he said.

"How many drinks did YOU have tonight? How many did you finish while I was stuck here?" she asked.

"Hard to recall. Four or five?" he said, smiling. 

She slapped him again.

"I should have called the cops and reporting you for unlawful imprisonment, or something," she said.

"That would have been an interesting police incident for us to report in our newspaper," he said, smiling still.

"Have I done something to you that causes you to enjoy torturing me like this?" she said.

"No, but I think you were about to before I left earlier," he said, moving in closer.

Now it was her turn to laugh.

"You think you're going to get me to come near you now? You aren't arrogant. You're insane. That's what you are," she said. 

"Now get out of my way," she said.

"You're leaving like that?" he said, eyeing her in her corset and stockings, dress in hand.

"I'll get dressed in the elevator. I just want to get the fuck out of here," she said.

"Ok," he said.

"Move," she said, as he stood in the way of her and the door.

"No," he said.

"I'm serious," she said.

"So am I," he said, smiling at her.

She tried to move around him and he blocked her. Then the other side, and he blocked her again.

She dropped her dress now and tried to push him out of the way, pushing hard, and pounding at him with her fists, and he took her elbows and pushed her back into the room, against his desk, kicking the door to his office closed behind him.

"No, no," she said.

"Get the fuck off of me," she said.

He ignored her, holding her, scratching and kicking, against his body, onto the desk, and his body was hot against her through his buttoned shirt, and his fingers found her hair and holding her head still, his tongue found her mouth.

She fought him, but his tongue was urgent and aggressive, his hands holding tightly to her hips, lifting them to his, and she still fought and pushed at him, but couldn't catch her breath.

She felt his fingers digging into her panties, pulling at them, too fast, so fast, it was all happening, and yet her scratching fingers now dug into his back, wanting his tongue deeper, deeper in her mouth.

His fingers holding onto her hips tightly, digging into her ass, and she was lifting her hips into the air now, to meet his waist, his body pressed between her legs. 

And as she felt his fingers reach the edge of her panties, and start to pull at them, pulling them down, her earlier humiliation flashed back, all her anger, her resentment at him getting the best of her. 

It shot a clean arrow through the haze of her aching turn on and she pushed him back.

"Stop!" she said.

"What?" he said.

"You don't deserve this," she said.

He moved in closer to her again.

With his fingers, he easily pulled at the black satin ribbon busting at the seams that was holding her corset together.

"You're right. I don't," he said quietly.

"But that doesn't mean I don't want it anyway," he said, gently rocking between her legs.

"That doesn't mean I didn't think about doing this, only this, the whole time I was gone. The whole time I was having drinks, I was thinking, I can't wait to get back to my office and unwrap the rest of my present," he said.

He pushed open the corset; his hands all over and inside it, finding her nipples, feeling her hips roll and writhe, her hands reaching to unbutton his pants.

"I was thinking, I can't wait to get back to this office and..." he said.

"And what?" she whispered.

Again he tried to pull her panties off and she evaded him by sliding down off the desk and pulling his pants open.

The speed and hunger with which her mouth swallowed his dick, sucking it, and licking it, almost literally knocked him off his feet. He stumbled backward and held onto the desk for stability. His already aching dick had been so ready to fuck her and now he was trying to hold onto control with her feverish tongue working him. Looking down at her on the floor beneath him, his fingers knotted in her hair, her breasts spilling out of her loosened corset, her knees spread.

He let her go for a few minutes but had to stop her, this wasn't what he wanted right now. There was only one thing he wanted.

He pulled her from the floor, fighting him, pushing her onto the desk again, this time, losing no time in undoing her garters and pulling her panties to the floor.

But still there was something more he needed.

"You know, you shouldn't wear red lipstick like that," he said.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because it makes you look like a whore," he said.

"Fuck you!" she said, but she had to laugh.

"You just want me to slap you again," she said, "don't you?"

"Yes," he said.

She slapped him in the face again.

"I'll slap you. I owe you a lot of them," she said.

"So go ahead," he said.

She slapped him again, and this time it was enough. He caught her hand on the third time just as he slid his hard dick inside her soaking pussy.

It was all hard, it was all fast, and as he pounded himself into her, he said more things, more things he shouldn't have, and she fought him, slapped him, and kissed him hard, swallowing and sucking his tongue, his rude, rude mouth.

She slapped and scratched him, fought him until he fucked her into coming multiple times in a row and she could no longer put the concept together in her head. Her legs tightly wrapped around him, bouncing her back and forth on top of his desk, and he was so close, watching her bounce up and down, her nipples pointed at the ceiling.

And she could sense he was close, so close, she climbed her shaking self up his body, working his mouth gently now, whispering in it.

"You liked tying me up, didn't you," she whispered.

He nodded gently, still fucking her, inching closer, closer. 

"You liked knowing I was struggling against that cord, knowing you had me in your control, knowing you knew my head better than I did," she whispered.

"I do," he whispered back.

"All that time, I was so angry, but I just kept getting turned on, thinking about you coming back, and doing this. Thinking about the pain in my wrists from you keeping me bound to the chair," she said.

"I know," he said.

"Next time you want me to slap you, you can just ask," she whispered into his mouth.

On the edge of his huge orgasm, he said:

"Slap me. Hard."

And as she did, he came for what felt like an hour. He felt as spent as if he did. His heart thundered.

"So your birthday present is trying to kill me?" he said, after it was quiet.

"This coming from the person who did his best to try to make me want to kill him?" she said.

"Fair point," he said.

She'd tied up the front of her corset again, and he toyed with the ribbon.

"Can you wear this for your birthday?" he said.

"Do you like it?" she said.

"No, I hate it. So much I'm going to rip it off you in disgust right now," he said.

She laughed.

"But aside from that, I'm thinking this black satin ribbon would make a great blindfold," he said, undoing the ribbon again.

The End.