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A Birthday Present

By: mich23



I wanted to be one of the first to wish you a happy birthday, and I wanted to do it in a very special way...

We decide to go to dinner and the movies for your birthday. We get to the restaurant, and are seated at a table in the corner of the restaurant where it is quiet and more intimate. Instead of bright lighting, the area is lit by soft candles. The waiter brings us some wine, and I make a toast..."to a very exciting evening." You wonder what I mean by this, seeing as our plans are just dinner and a movie, but you don't ask aloud because you know that I always have something up my sleeve.

I sit close to you at the table, so that I can rest my hand on your thigh. The appetizers are served, and I begin to feed you. This night is for you, and I will take care of you in every way. I am wearing a low-cut blouse, so that you can see my cleavage as I lean toward you with each morsel of food. I accidentally drip some sauce on my chest, and you lick it off me. It's so nice to have some privacy in such a busy restaurant. While we wait for the main course to be served, we continue to drink our wine and my hand moves from your thigh to your crotch. I can feel the bulge pressing up against your pants. I whisper in your ear how much I want you, and that our evening has just begun. I place light kisses on your cheek, ear and neck...

We eat our meal, and decide to forego dessert, because I insist that it will come later. We pay for dinner, and leave for the movies. We get to the theater, and pick a movie that we know not many people are going to...obviously in search of more privacy. We get some popcorn and drinks and find some seats in the back of the theater. The previews start and you begin munching on some popcorn. 

You feed me a kernel and I suck the butter off your fingers. You feed me another kernel, and I suck again. This is obviously turning you on. You lean in to kiss me, a very passionate kiss. I suck on your bottom lip, and then I feel your tongue searching and exploring mine. I feel a hand on my breast, and my nipples instantly go erect. You squeeze and pinch my nipples, making me moist down below. I instinctively reach down to my pussy and begin to rub. You see me doing this and whisper in my ear how much you'd like to taste and lick me. By now, we've completely missed the beginning of the movie.

We notice that there is just one other couple in our theater, and they are as disinterested in the film as we are. We begin to hear noises coming from where they are sitting, and we peer over to watch. This turns us on even more. I boldly get up and ask them if they would like to join us. They readily agree, but first they want to watch us for a while. We all move to the front of the theater to give us more room to move about.

As I sit in the seat, you stand in front of me. I reach down and unzip your fly, releasing your already hard cock. You straddle my chair and offer yourself for me to lick, taste, suck...I offer my tongue to you and slowly circle the head of your cock, tasting your pre-cum. You have one foot in the aisle, and the other leg is propped on the arm of my seat. You grab me by my hair and pull my head closer to you. I wrap my mouth around your cock, my tongue sliding all around...and as I am sucking on you, I feel someone tugging on my pants. The woman is so aroused by watching us that she wants to taste my pussy now. I continue to suck harder on your cock, milking it with my tongue...and she slides her tongue between my pussy lips and enjoys the sweet taste of my juices. 

Her man continues the action by getting behind her while she is on her hands and knees at my pussy and slides his cock into her. With every thrust of his cock into her pussy, her tongue thrusts into my pussy, and your cock thrusts into my mouth. It is with such intensity that we are all in rhythm together...fucking. I decide that I want to feel your cock deep inside my cunt...and the other couple wants to try a different position too...so, you lay on your back just below the movie screen...I explain to the other couple that it is your birthday, so we decide to give you a gift. I tell you to close your eyes and you will get a big surprise...I slide myself onto your cock, the tightness of my pussy driving you crazy...and then you smell the distinct scent of pussy at your face, and you open your eyes to see the other woman sitting on your face...you begin to suck and lick her, while she sucks and licks her man, who is standing in front of her. 

Now, with each thrust of your cock into me, you are thrusting your tongue into her cunt, tasting all the juices she has to offer...we are all building up to an incredible orgasm. I am playing with my pussy while you are fucking me, and I can feel your cock throbbing inside me, almost ready to cum. I hear the woman moaning as you suck on her clit, and her man is moaning as she sucks on him too. We all begin to spasm and we drown out the film with our sounds of pleasure. The credits are already beginning to roll, and the lights come up as we quickly put our clothes back on...we say our goodbyes and leave the movie theater...

We decide to head home to continue your birthday celebration, but I insist that we stop at the grocery store to pick up a loaf of bread. We arrive at the store with just a couple minutes before closing. I get an idea, and I pull you into the bathroom with me. We hide there for about a half hour, and when we emerge, the store has closed and we are alone. I grab your hand and head for the produce aisle...I know how much you like produce...

As we are walking, you start grabbing me and tickling me...I squirm from your grasp, giggling all the way, and as you try to reach out for me, you accidentally rip my blouse. Instead of getting upset, I get more aroused. I start kissing you passionately, grabbing at your shirt, pulling it over your head so I can feel your skin next to mine. You unsnap my bra and my nipples are suddenly rubbing against your chest. You lay me down and start kissing me all over, from my head down to my breasts, down my tummy, to the waist of my pants...you slip them off me, marveling at the fact that I'm not wearing panties (again!) and you keep kissing your way down my body. 

You kiss my inner thighs, behind my knees, down to my ankles. You get up and take off your own pants and boxers, and tell me to wait a minute while you go get something for us to play with. When you come back, you have a nice sized cucumber, and I am busy playing with myself. I have a three fingers in my pussy, my back arched, and my knees bent. You get right between my legs and offer to replace my fingers with the cucumber. You want to fuck me with it. I happily oblige. It feels so good, filling up my pussy, my juices coating it. You take it out and offer it to me for a bite, which I take, and so do you.

It is my turn to find something to play with, so you stay there and wait for a minute. I find my way to the bakery department, and choose a chocolate covered donut. I come back and I slide the donut onto your hard cock, and begin to eat it off you. I lick the chocolate off, accidentally rubbing my tongue on your cock at the same time. The sensation is driving you mad. After I lick off the chocolate, I slide the donut off your cock, and wrap my mouth around it instead...the suction of my mouth and tongue on you is almost too much to handle...your cock throbs as the low hum in my throat causes a vibrating sensation...you can't wait anymore, and you shoot your cum into my mouth - I swallow it with each spurt...sucking more and harder...draining every drop.

I ask you to go to the seasonal department and find out if the store has any lawn chairs - you know the long ones you can use to lie out and sunbathe...while I go shopping for some other ingredients to have fun with...

I find you in the center of the store and you have found the chair, along with some beach towels and some sparkling cider and wine glasses...I myself brought some chocolate syrup, whipped cream and cherries. I lie down in the chair and pour some chocolate over my breasts and my pussy...I have you spray whipped cream on the chocolate and I top each spot with a cherry. I also brought a candle which I anchor between my pussy lips, deep in the whipped cream. I light the candle and sing you happy birthday, and tell you to make a wish. You waste no time in doing so, and then ravenously partake of your birthday "cake". You lick my breast clean to the nipples, biting on them, savoring them...you leave a chocolate trail as you slide down to my pussy, burying your nose in the whipped cream, eating the cherry, and sucking all the juice from my pussy. We pour more chocolate on me, and then on you, rubbing it in and licking each other all over. I take a sip of sparkling cider and then I start sucking on your cock again, the carbonation leaving a tingling sensation as I suck. I get on my hands and knees on one of the beach blankets...you grab at my chocolate covered breasts...you spank my ass and finger my pussy...

I begin to moan as you slide your cock in me from behind. You push yourself deep inside me...in and out...harder and faster...you grab my shoulder with your left hand, trying to get more leverage as you pound yourself into me...reaching around to my pussy with your right hand, playing with my clit as you fuck me. Your left hand goes from my shoulder to my hair, pulling on it as you drive your cock harder and faster...I am screaming with pleasure as you fuck me, telling you how good it feels as you fill me up...your cock is ready to explode inside of me and you let out a cry as you cum, your cock forcing deep as you unload every last drop. We collapse from sheer exhaustion in each others arms, each of us smiling from ear to ear with joy from such a wonderful birthday celebration...and then we sleep...

Until suddenly the lights all go on in the store...it is 6:30 a.m., and the manager has just arrived. We quickly gather up our clothes and the beach towels, and rush toward the bathroom. We clean each other off as best we can, getting off most of the chocolate and residual whipped cream, and put our clothes back on. At 7, the doors open to the store and we sneak back out of the bathroom, and head home...

Wait a minute...didn't we forget the loaf of bread? LOL...

A Birthday Present



Jane looked out of the window as the guests arrived. How could that shit of a husband of hers ruin her birthday party like this. OK so things had not being going too well between them recently. He always seemed to be so threatened by everything. But fancy going to some cheap hooker! Here he was spending her money on some cheap tart and the stupid bastard hadn't even been discreet. And now she had to face the disgrace – someone had seen him entering this whorehouse and now God knows which of these guests knew the story, probably all of them by now. She could not forgive him for ruining her party like this, and she certainly wasn't going to let him get away with seeing a cheap slut on the side. If threatened he was, then after today he would be even worse. He was going to pay dearly for that indiscretion.

She moved downstairs to greet the guests. It was a large house she lived in, and she could afford to hold big parties. She was wearing a short cotton skirt and a sleeveless satin top – a little something she had seen and fancied in Paris. The top was shaped to draw in around her waist and made her breasts prominent. The thin fabric of her skirt accentuated her bottom and its short length showed off her legs to good effect. She was going to find someone at this party with whom she would flirt outrageously, right in front of her husband and everybody else. She would show him that she didn't need him. With her looks and her money she could have anyone she wanted. She did not have to put up with his behaviour, and he was about to find that out. 

She went around the guests and chatted all the time looking for an eligible man to lure. It was becoming quite frustrating as she couldn't escape from all the relatives coming to wish her a happy birthday. She saw people she wanted to talk to, but somehow couldn't manage to get to them without being waylaid by people she didn't particularly want to talk with, but they were family. As they talked she drank more and was feeling a little better, perhaps slightly tipsy. Suddenly Miles came over with her uncle Graeme.

"Don't you think you should ease off the drink darling?"

She looked at him and realised that a quarrel was about to ensue. 

"This is my birthday party, and I don't need your permission to drink whatever I like!"

They argued a little while Graeme stood back. He felt a bit out of place in a domestic quarrel, but knew about Miles' little escapade and realised that Jane must be upset.

She didn't realise it, but as she talked she had moved ever so slightly round so that Graeme could see her in profile and by leaning forward she emphasised her ass. Graeme sipped his wine. What was she playing at, he thought. He had to admire her figure though, she looked really good in that outfit which emphasised the slimness of her waist. He focused on the curve of her back as it swept down to her behind. That curve was so sensual he couldn't help but imagine his hand running over the rippling fabric of her thin skirt to rest on the cheeks of that ass. He had always fancied his niece Jane and could not comprehend what she ever saw in that jerk she had married. Suddenly he caught Jane turning to his direction and looking over her shoulder. She turned back and continued her conversation but in a minute she gave a furtive glance once again in his direction. 

"Well many happy returns Jane. I don't think it matters to have a few drinks on your birthday Miles. Leave the girl alone."

He looked her in the eye as he spoke and she was looking straight back at him. The drowsiness of the sunshine and the alcohol made her want to curl up in his arms. What were these thoughts running through her head, yet she felt a tingle of excitement as she looked into his hazel eyes. He was always smartly dressed and very self-assured. She almost didn't hear her husband say that he was leaving her in Graeme's good hands as he went off to talk business with someone.

"You know I don't get to see enough of you. What hold does that husband of yours have over you?"

"Oh you know how it is Graeme, always too much to do in a day. No wife yet? How is it a good looking guy like you manages to escape getting hitched?"

She knew he had always fancied her and yet as her father's younger brother, she should not be contemplating such thoughts that were running continuously through her head.

"No I guess I have never found the time to start a serious relationship with anyone. Perhaps I have been missing out?"

She smelt the tang of his after-shave and looked at the clean line of his jaw. She felt the challenge of showing this man there was more to life than his work.

"Lets walk round the garden, but go fetch a bottle of champagne." She smiled and gave him a longing look as she walked off across the lawn. As she walked across the lawn she could feel his eyes upon her and she felt her walk exaggerate the sway of her hips ever so slightly. He smiled as he watched her walk off. He was certainly interested in her and it seemed that Miles' indiscretion may have opened her eyes to other opportunities too. He contemplated his next move. This was proving a very interesting party after all. He wandered over to the table where the food and drinks were piled and collected a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He crossed the patio and followed her across the lawn, keeping his eyes upon her. He felt sure she knew exactly where he was as she went behind some large rhododendron bushes. He circled round behind them and emerged in front of her. He held up the bottle and glasses and nodded his head towards the bench that was well hidden by the bushes and away from the party. 

As Jane approached he noticed a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. He was looking her up and down. His eyes roved over her breasts and waist encased in that fine top. He could feel the sensation of his hands on that silk and the warmth coming through from the body beneath. He looked at her hips and felt the flatness of her stomach. He imagined his hands reaching round and cupping the cheeks of her ass. He could feel the pressure of her body as he pulled her towards him. He could see those rose coloured lips part as they kissed.

Jane watched him with that silly grin on his face. She felt light headed from the alcohol and the attention she was getting from Graeme. She felt the fabric of her clothes glide back and forth across her skin as she walked towards him, and imagined they were his hands upon her. She could feel his eyes roving over her body. She wanted to feel his arms around her, holding her tight, dragging her in towards him. She wanted to feel his urgency as his lips sought out hers that she knew already would not deny him for a moment. They embraced and she could feel the small bulge in his pants as he pressed himself next to her and kissed her. She looked into his eyes as he withdrew and their eyes exchanged a whole conversation. She knew that they had crossed a Rubicon and she wanted him as much as she could read the desire in his eyes. He slipped his arm around her waist and guided her to a bench. 

They sat among the shrubbery and even the smell of nature on that hot summer afternoon aroused her to passion. He kissed her again, but this time full on her lips. She opened her mouth and allowed him to invade her. Her arms hung limply by her sides as she felt his hand catch her thigh and slide up and down them. It sent shivers up her spine and she sucked in his tongue in an effort to do this right. She felt the passion and excitement. The conquest. The pay back of her husband. The lust she aroused in her uncle Graeme. She felt a complete woman once again. Desirable and in need of the attention of someone who would treat her as special. She felt his strength through the thin fabric and she melted.

She sat half turned towards him as they kissed. His hand had now slipped up under her skirt and squeezed one cheek of her ass. It felt the perfect globe that he had long fantasised about. Holding her from behind with his other arm he drew her towards him and impaled her mouth on his tongue. She was one hot lady, he thought, and as their bodies pressed together he was determined she would have a birthday present never to be forgotten. Effortlessly he lifted her and swung her over his legs and she sat astride him with her legs stretched out by his open thighs. He could catch a glimpse of her satin panties under the short skirt, which had ridden up her thigh. Her thighs were smooth to the touch and looked flawless. They seemed to be runways guiding him to her very core, the spot he was aiming for. He clasped his arms around her waist and drew her towards him, so that her breasts beat against his chest as he rocked her back and forward over the growing bulge in his pants. He could feel her whimper slightly as her clitoris knocked against him as she was swayed back and forth. Their tongues entwined again. He lifted his hands and slid them under her top from the waist until they reached her bra. He pushed the bra upwards over her breasts as they sprang free. His hands moulded themselves around her globes and now she was riding him of her own accord. She could hear her panting as her breaths came shallower and shallower. He suddenly stopped before she got too far, and lifted her up so that she was standing in front of him. He lifted her skirt and grabbed hold of her panties on either hip and with one forceful action, pulled her panties off. Her skirt fell to cover her naked loins and just at that moment someone stepped out from round the bush they were sitting behind. 

He too was a handsome man, about 30 years old with short curly black hair. He seemed surprised as he turned and saw them. Graeme was still holding her panties in his hand. Jane turned and saw the stranger and immediately fled back towards the house. She was horrified to think that someone had caught her. That was not part of her plan at all. She was to spread the rumour, and have total control over the story. Now this ape had stumbled in on them and she had missed out both on the orgasm, and the confidentiality of her story! 

"Hi, I'm Jack" he said holding out his hand to Graeme. Graeme quickly recovered and buried the panties inside his pocket. He was resentful at the interruption, but there would be other opportunities, perhaps later in the day. He reached up: "Hi. My name is Graeme" he replied taking Jack's hand. There was a smile in his eyes as he looked at Jack, as much as to say, well you know how it is when a beautiful woman cannot say no to you.

"Nice girl our Jane, don't you think", Jack said watching her fleeing towards the house. "I think its terrible what Miles has done. With such a lovely wife as that why should he need to seek out some old pro? She must be feeling quite vulnerable now."

He turned and looked Graeme straight in the eye who blushed and felt reprimanded. This guy had turned his feelings of passion into feelings of discomfort. She was his niece, what had he been thinking of. He thought of the people at the party and imagined some of them finding him with Jane in that compromising position. 

"I..I'm sorry. I have to get back to the house. Ehhm.. You wont mention any of this to the other guests will you? It was just a little harmless fun."

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me, but I would keep away from her during the party today. Others will have seen you two heading out here together, and you don't want to fuel that fire any more, now do you."

Jack sauntered back to the house where the party was going in full swing. He went in and met the husband Miles. 

"Who are you?" he said, somewhat over aggressively. 

"My name is Jack. I'm a friend of your wife's. We met when she was in Paris for some shopping and got on well together." 

"I don't remember her mentioning you." 

"No well I don't suppose she tells you all her little secrets now do you Miles?" and with that he moved off among the guests. Miles watched him as he went, somewhat taken aback at the implied infidelity of his wife. He thought again of his trip to that whore and started to feel that instead of seeking solace elsewhere, perhaps he should be more concerned about his wife. If she left him it would be a disaster. 

As Jack moved through the party he caught sight of Jane and went over to her. She was talking with one of the guests and facing away from him as he approached. He went up and kissed her bare shoulder and said, "Happy birthday Jane". With that he swung round his arm and presented her with a box. She turned to look at him, her face full of happiness that someone should surprise her with a gift. As soon as she saw who it was, her face dropped and she felt a sickness well up inside her stomach. The colour started to rise in her face. Of all the people, this was the one person she never wanted to see again. Yet she could not afford to anger this stranger as he had witnessed what had happened out in the garden. 

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" 

She tried to sound warm and welcoming, and to bury the thoughts of desperation that were running through her mind.

"No. I saw your picture in one of those gossip magazines, and decided I wanted to meet you." 

"Well, don't you think you are gate-crashing my party?"

As she looked at him she felt a little tingle run through her. Here was someone who had walked in as bold as anything into her party just to meet with her, and in spite of all the people around her that she knew so well, here indeed she was talking with him. She knew nothing about him, yet he knew about her from that interview some months back and now he knew a dark secret that she wanted kept from all these people who surrounded them. In spite of being in her own home surrounded by her friends and family, she suddenly felt very exposed and unsafe. She was not sure whether she felt afraid by this thought, or excited. He was very handsome and was clearly a man who took what he wanted rather than wait for it to land on his lap. After the foreplay in the garden she actually felt aroused talking with this stranger, and very, very vulnerable. Already he knew too much about her, and so had some sort of hold over her. Did he realise that? Would he use it?

"Well, aren't you going to open your present?" 

She pulled at the ribbon on the box and lifted the lid slightly to peer inside. She caught her breath with a sharp intake when she saw what was inside. To her amazement, this stranger had walked in to her home and in front of her husband given her a present which consisted of a pair of bright red love balls connected together by a string, there was a large tube of lubricant and some rubber panties. 

"Try them on." She looked up at him. 

"Who the fuck do your think you are, coming in here and presenting me with something like this? What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"Well, from what I saw in the garden out there, it seemed it was entirely appropriate"

He was cool and didn't seem at all deterred by her aggression.

"Look at it this way Jane. I am not asking to screw you. All I'm asking is that you put these things on in the privacy of your bathroom and then wear them during the party. It would just please me to know that you like my present."

"I am not going to wear this now or any other time. Just get out of my house!"

"I'm sorry you take that tone, darling. After making this special trip to deliver it by hand and all. Well, if you are kicking me out after what I've done, I'd better go and have a word with Miles and some of your other dear relatives about what you've been up to with Graeme in the garden!" 

"No wait! You wouldn't do that. That is just our little secret. Anyway, we didn't get up to anything." "Well lets just see what everyone thinks. Don't forget, your uncle Graeme still has those nice little knickers of yours in his pocket. That isn't going to look too good now is it? All I'm asking is that we share this little secret between the two of us, OK?" 

She hesitated Her heart sank at the prospect. She could not bring herself to agree, yet the consequences if he blurted out her adventure in the garden were too appalling to contemplate. Besides, although she could not admit it, a part of her was extremely excited by the idea that this strange man could walk into her house and make her insert love balls up her cunt and walk around with them on. She didn't actually have to fuck the guy to keep his silence and she would be quite safe, after all who would know? If this was the price for his silence, it didn't seem too bad. She agreed once he promised not to mention the scene on the garden bench.

As she sat on the toilet and stared at the balls, she realised that she had never done anything like this before. She felt incredibly turned on, knowing that this little fantasy would be so private and yet so public at the same time. She was already stimulated from Graeme's administrations in the garden, and now she felt positively horny. She felt her lips down there and they were already moist, ready for something to be pushed up between them. She squeezed the tube of lubricant and placed a liberal dose over her cunt lips. She rubbed her fingers round, and the sound made by the lubricant and its coolness on her hot lips made her feel more and more excited. The box with the balls lay on her lap as she spread her legs and delved into her little cleft with her fingers. The slurping noise of the lubricant, the ease with which they slipped in and out of her, just catching her clitoris as she almost totally removed them, just stopping to plunge them back in again. She was moaning now and threw her head back. Her hips were now thrust forward as she pummelled her cunt with 3 fingers. In and out, in and out she was rapidly reaching orgasm. As she came, her whole body shook violently. A pained expression crossed her face as she stopped herself from screaming out in her ecstasy. What was it about this situation that excited her so much? She had never acted like this before. Was it the fact that this man was a stranger? Was it the danger of not knowing what would happen next? She sat and stared at the love balls. Did she need to actually insert the balls? How would he know if she just lied? Somehow she knew that he would find a way to check, and she didn't want to risk upsetting him any more. She had too much to lose.

The first ball was the hardest. Her cunt lips had never had to accommodate anything this large before and it was a struggle to pass it in. As she pushed, the lubricant was now very fluid and the ball slipped across her cunt several times before she managed to push it in. There was a delightful little pain as she rammed it in and her finger pushed inside to make sure it was entirely home. After that, the second ball was a lot easier. She pulled on the rubber panties. There was a little box of talcum powder in the box. She dusted the panties and tried to pull them up over her legs. They pinched and grabbed at her legs as she raised them, but when they were just a few inches below her cunt she realised that they were too small! What was she going to do? She thought about not wearing them, but these balls were heavy and if they should fall out while she was out there, then she would die of embarrassment. No she needed some panties to hold them in, and she couldn't risk going to get another pair of hers as she may meet someone and be unable to get back to the safety of her toilet. Panic gripped her and with it a surge of excitement. She pulled furiously at the panties and little by little they pinched and squeezed her flesh until finally she felt it like a hand cupping her, and holding the love balls in place. She was feeling quite hot and sweaty after all these exertions, and washed herself off after restoring her. 

She walked across the room and it was a queer sensation, the love balls moving inside her as she walked. She found that no matter how hard she tried, she always walked a little as though her thighs were tied together. Some people spoke to her as she crossed the room towards this strange man. He was watching her every step of the way, and smiling. 




A Birthday Present



"Does that not feel much better? I can see by the way you are walking that you have them on. How did you get on with those rubber panties?" 

"They were too small, and I had a real struggle to get them on!", she replied in a whisper. 

"I'm not surprised, but I thought it better to get a size too small and make sure that nothing popped out at the wrong moment." He had a broad grin on his face. 

"Well I have done what you asked. Will you go now?" 

"Surely not. After all that effort, you may as well make it worth its while and keep them on during the party. If I leave now, you'll just go and take them off. Besides," he said in an even tone, "I have a nice little video to show you." He pulled out a miniature camera with screen. On it she could see herself sitting on her toilet finger fucking herself. The visible signs of orgasm were written clearly across her face. 

"That was quite a performance. You see, the whole idea is really very exciting for both of us, and a lot more discreet than your fumblings with uncle Graeme." 

She had to hold herself in check as mounting fear grew inside her stomach. 

"How did you get that?" 

"There is a miniature camera inside the first of those love balls. Look, I'll show you." He flipped a switch and she could see a second video of her well-lubricated cunt lips stretched wide and open by her fingers as the camera was pushed towards the dark and welcoming opening. She felt as if she had opened her most private recess to invite the world inside. The love balls suddenly felt big and jostled inside her as if the world were deep in her cunt fucking her.

"The camera is still at work, and has a little light inside. Much like a doctors endoscope." Jane immediately squeezed her thighs together as panic mounted inside her. She wanted to push the ruddy thing out of her right there and then. 

"Oh there you are darling. Chatting with your friend – Jack isn't it? You must tell me all about him later." 

Miles had come up behind them and talked a little off-hand to her as he stared at Jack, who had hidden the camera behind his back. 

"Ah, yes dear. I'll catch up with you later, OK?" she replied totally preoccupied by what she had just seen. 

"Well Jack don't monopolise my wife. This is her party."

Miles moved off and she breathed a sigh of relief. 

"What exactly is it you want, Mr??"

"Just call me Jack. I don't want anything more. It's a great birthday party, don't you think?" 

"What are you going to do with that film?" she asked, almost desperate. "If you don't give me that camera right now I'm going to take this horrid thing off." 

"I don't think that would be a good idea. What with Graeme holding your panties and me with a film taken of you ramming this camera up your vagina, after fucking yourself in the toilet. It wouldn't look at all good for you, now would it?" 

"Please mister, tell me what you want from me." 

"Just relax and enjoy the party, darling. Oh and there is one more little trick these love balls have." He pulled out a little switch and flipped it. As he did so there was a sudden small whine and she felt a jolt run through her abdomen. The love balls were vibrating inside her! 

"Well time to listen to your husband and go and mingle with your guests, and keep away from that bathroom. Don't worry, the love balls will only vibrate at that low hum, so you should with a little effort be able to focus on the conversation."

She was speechless. She could not think of anything to say or do but to obey this man. She turned almost mechanically and walked off to join her other guests. She could not believe what had happened, but the faint sound of the love balls and the sensations that were stabbing up through her from her vagina were continuous reminders that everything her mind told her had actually happened. Here she was trapped in her own home, walking around with someone else in control of her level of sexual excitement. If he turned up the vibrators inside her, she would orgasm right in front of anyone – her parents, her husband anyone! She hated this man, yet she was so sexually aroused. A part of her brain was telling herself that this was indeed a fabulous birthday present.



A Birthday Present



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Hi Sis,

I've been trying to reach you all day--but I guess you're busy. 

Listen, I promised I've give you the details of what happened between me and Kurt, and I'm going to be pretty busy the next few days, so, here they are.... I hope you have enough tape on your answering machine. This is going to be one loooong message.

So..... I told you that I asked him what he wanted for his birthday. And that he said me. I told him I was serious, and he said he was, too. He said he wanted to blindfold me, tie me to his bed, and tease me for hours. It rather paralleled what I wanted to do to him for his birthday, so I agreed. 

Rather enthusiastically, I might add.

The party was at his sister's house, just a couple of doors down from his place. Her boys were at a sleep-over and Jane went all-out, organizing a fun bash for her baby brother's 34th birthday. It started at 3pm. The weather was unusually perfect--sunny and almost warm. There was a wide variety of people there -- co-workers of his, friends from his motorcycle club, people from the marina, friends since college, even a couple of his ex-girl friends. Kurt is this gentle giant that everyone loves. I think you'd really like him.

Anyway... We talked, laughed, ate, drank, danced, played cards and Taboo and a few other games and generally had a great time. Kurt had to be social with all the guests there for his birthday, but he kept coming back to me, finding me where ever I was. He would rest his hand on the back of my neck, teasing my skin with his fingers, making me shiver, making my nipples hard. Or he'd slip up behind me and rest his chin atop my head, cross his arms over my chest and press against me with a sigh. I contributed to his sexual frustration by running my hands down his thighs, or wriggling my fingers up under his shirt, teasing the skin above his waistband. 

At about 10:30 Kurt found me and whispered in my ear that he wanted me to go to his place and wait for him on his bed. So I found Jane and said goodnight, worked my way through the remaining people, and headed out to my car, parked outside his place. I grabbed the shopping bag with the toys and my overnite bag, then let myself into his place.

I put my hair up and took a quick shower, then changed into a creamy silken nightie with a filmy wrap. I unpacked the toys--dildo, anal beads, slimline vibrator--as well as lubricant, condoms, and a few silk scarves. Then, feeling rather languid from the scotch I'd had earlier in the evening, I stretched out face-down on his bed and took a little nap. A very short one.

When he came into the room I woke up, but I pretended to be napping still. He undressed, poked at the toys I'd arranged on his dresser, and then took a quick shower. He 'woke' me sliding his hands up my calves, along the backs of my thighs, slipping the nightie up. He kissed my ass, running his tongue teasingly along the cleft. I moaned and tried to roll over, but he stopped me. He kissed my low back, finding that place at the base of my spine that always sends an electric shock of pleasure through me, making my toes curl, and his hot breath on my skin made me whimper and purr.

He eased the wrapper off, kissed my exposed shoulders and the base of my neck. God, I love having my back worshipped! Its such an errogenous zone for me. He ran his hand down my spine, down over my ass, and slipped it between my thighs. I arched my back and wriggled myself against his hand.

He sucked his breath in between his teeth when he felt my wetness. He made such an interesting, strangled noise--part sigh, part whimper, part groan. He ran his fingers teasingly along my outer labia, pinched them together. His questing fingers found my clit, and it was my turn to suck my breath in on a hiss and let it out in a long, low moan. Mmmmmm. Yessss.

He chuckled and got up from the bed, trailing his juicy fingers down my thigh. He never broke contact with me, and in a heartbeat or two he was back on he bed, his hands slipping up my arms, stretching them above me. I felt the slide of silk against my skin, and he carefully bound my wrists together with one scarf, then looped another one between my forearms and knotted it at my wrists. He queried me about my comfort and I sighed for him, testing the bonds. I told him it was secure, but not so tight as to cut off circulation. 

He said "Good," then slipped a scarf over my eyes, blindfolding me.

I felt this little thrill, followed shortly by a twinge of apprehension. Its been almost a decade since I'd last had a lover interested in bondage, which you know is a bit of a kink for me. I've known Kurt for 9 months now, and I trust him, but... I never know, when I try a new scenario with someone, what will happen. I never know what is touched deep inside the psyche of a man the first time he's got me trussed-up and sexually aroused. But I was about to find out, and well, the excitement of discovery far outweighed my caution.

He worked his way down my body, running those big hands over me, using his mouth on my skin, teasing me so deliciously that I soon lost all sense of time and self. You know how I get. You heard me often enough when Drew and I went at it...

So... At some point he pulled me down toward the foot of the bed and told me to get on my knees. Which I did. And he kneeled there, and sweetie, he pressed his face into me and ran his tongue from my clit to my ass. Damn it felt good. I know I yelped and moaned and tried to squirm away, but he dipped his thumb into my pussy and then slipped it into my ass. He spread his palm over my sacrum and flexed his fingers and held me in place as he sucked at my clit and nibbled my labia and ground his whole fucking face into me. 

I came of course. Hard and fast, a dual anal and clitoral orgasm. It bore relentlessly down on me and hit me like a fucking train. I know it was a hard climax, and I know I was loud because my throat was raw afterwards. But that is all I know, except the lingering memory of intense pleasure.

I crawled forward on the bed and collapsed there, just trembling and twitching to the occasional after-shock. Kurt turned me over and kissed my mouth. I tried to put my arms around his neck, but he tugged my wrists up over my head and tied the loose ends of that second scarf to the headboard. I thought it was a bit mean of him, because what I really wanted to do in that moment was touch him, but I didn't say anything, I just pouted a little--which made him groan and kiss me...

What happened next was nothing short of torment. When Tony called me a pleasure slut I understood immediately just how well that label suits me, even if the word 'slut' did get my back up at the time. He said it with admiration and longing, not derisively, not with any intent to insult. Its what I am. 

Kurt definately played to my pleasure slut nature. He had my flesh leaping and the deep moans rising from me as he played with my breasts. He's determined to make me come just from stimulating my nipples, the way Drew used to. He's getting there, he's got a good mouth... he... hmmm.. he just needs to vary the intensity more, I think... anyway....

At one point he had the slimline vibrator and he was using it on me, trailing it along my skin, teasing my nipples with it. I was writhing around on the bed, writhing enough that he asked me if he had to tie my legs down. I whimpered and said no and tried to calm down, to be still, but it was such an effort and he was distracting me with so much pleasure, his mouth on one nipple, the vibrator on the other. I begged him to touch me, to touch my clit, to fill me with his fingers, with his cock, with anything, just fill me, I ached so.

He laughed, then. It was the first time I'd heard him laugh that way, but they all do it, my lovers, they all end up doing that quasi-delighted chuckling as they power-trip on my pleasure, my begging, my absolute, nakedly transparent NEED. And sweet, gentle, endlessly patient Kurt, well, he definately took his time working his way down my body, sampling my skin with his fingers and his mouth, until I practically screamed with relief when he reached my hips. 

I was dizzy from panting, I was so worked up, and so sensitized that I knew it would not take much to push me over, to make me come. And GOD I wanted to come. I begged him to make me come, and he said No, not yet. And he played with me, teased my inner thighs with the vibrator, blew his hot breath on my bare pussy, marvelled aloud at how wet I was. And the whole time I trembled and moaned and thrashed and tugged on my bonds and he just chuckled and kept teasing me. 

At some point, something happened in me, something happened, and I started crying, crying from sheer frustration. It was too much, too much... too intense, I needed release soon, or I was going to take that dive that would separate my mind from my body until it was safe to come back, until, until I could come back to awareness of my body without feeling I was going to short-circuit. 

And I don't know how he knew it, but he knew it, and he slipped two fingers into me and he bent his mouth to my clit and I came, oh fuck I came so hard he had to wrap his arms around my thighs and hold me in place as I convulsed and screamed my way through a staccato series of stunning orgasms. one two three four five--I lost count, couldn't count, was beyond coherency.. 

I knew only the sensation of his fingers plunging into me, hooking against my pubic bone, stimulating my G-spot, wringing one orgasm after another out of me, and then... and then, oh fuck, and then, in the middle of yet another climax, he pressed my thighs up to my chest and thrust into me, hard and deep. 

He drove into me and it hurt, it hurt so good, and I was helpless to move, to do anything but lay there under him and wriggle my ass up to meet him and let the orgasms roll through me as he plunged into me, until he came, finally, jabbing deeply into me, these amazing groans coming from him as his cock twitched and pulsed and he emptied into me. 

And when he finished, pushed the blindfold off and kissed me and looked deep into my eyes and said I was the best birthday present he'd ever had. He snuggled his long body up against me and we fell asleep then, me covered in our sweat and come, my arms still tied above my head....

Hmmm... It was quite amazing. Of course it wasn't the end of things, but I've been telling you this story for quite a while now, and I've got to go. I'm sure if you want to hear the rest, you'll let me know.

I hope you have a good day, Sis. Talk to you soon. 

Ciao. 



A Birthday Present



"Darling, much as I love a good surprise, I already know we're going to the country. I don't know what the point of the blindfold is." Ella, Lady Bradford, lounged in the back of the Rolls limo, skirt rucked up around her thighs, legs spread; a lovely young man's head between them.

"Why do you insist on talking while I'm trying to pleasure you, my dear?" came the response. The ride to the Bradford family's country estate was an hour and a half drive from the city. The two had been in the limo less than a minute before Jamie, the young man, had begun to expertly run his hands over Ella's taught body. Remarkable, Jamie thought, that only a few years ago Ella had been a rather short, plump, and totally unremarkable looking girl. And now, she sprawled before him, a leggy, raven haired goddess. Amazing what a few days a week in the gym and a growth spurt could do. She'd grown almost six inches, her braces had come off, and the plumpness had melted away to reveal a face that could have been carved by Donatello. 

He'd started with her blouse; a flimsy silk affair with entirely too many buttons for his taste, although he had to admit it was a pleasure watching Ella's smooth white flesh reveal itself inch by precious inch. Once unbuttoned, a fine black and white lace bra with just the right amount of ivory cleavage was unveiled. Jamie released a slow sigh, a small front clasp, she knew him so well. His lips brushed her neck, and then she could feel his warm breath against her lips, hesitating. She knew he was watching, waiting for her body to respond, waiting to see the rise and fall of her chest quicken.

Yes, there it was, her breath was coming ever so slightly faster now. He kissed her briefly, then turned his attentions to her still lace clad breasts. With a flick, her two glorious mounds were released, spilling forth into his waiting hands. Ella took a sharp intake of breath, a smile curling her lips as Jamie's hands gently squeezed her breasts. He loved her breasts, the whiteness of them, the perfectness of them; perfectly proportioned to her 5'7" siren like stature. A society mag had once compared Ella to screen legend Ava Gardner, a very astute comparison Jamie remembered thinking. The dark hair, blue eyes and lush, but still slender curves. His thumbs brushed at her erect nipples bringing first one then the other to his lips. He sucked and nipped, knowing how she loved a taste of pain, the evidence there on her face, her white teeth biting into her red bottom lip. Truthfully, he could have spent hours teasing and toying with her breasts, but there was a time limit, and so he moved on.

His hands went to her slim boot encased ankles. It was winter outside, and thankfully, his darling Ella never wore anything but boots in winter. These were some of her favorites he knew, aged black leather, just of bit of a platform with a three inch heel. For the last several years Jamie had been thanking whatever fashion god it was that had brought such things back into style. He ran his hands up the boots to her thighs, the leather crackling under his touch. They were white and toned, and just like the rest of her, had the slightest hint of softness. Her skirt was a long black almost Victorian looking piece, Ella had always had a taste for the somewhat dramatic and eccentric. In fact, her whole outfit put him in mind of an old fashioned riding habit. A little jolt went through his body at the image of her mounting a horse in such gear. Jamie's fingers went to the hem, raising it slowly to her hips. This time it was he that bit his lip, no underwear, good girl. His hands were up under her ass now kneading. He kissed her lips again, still softly. He knew it drove her crazy, this kind of slow seduction. He'd take her hard and fast later if he had the chance, though he wondered how much attention he'd receive once he'd given her her birthday present.

Jamie stole a glance out the window, surprised to see the exit for the estate coming up. He must have lost himself sucking at those sweet tits longer than he'd meant. Ah, well, still enough time, the manor house itself twenty minutes off the main road. He immediately bent his head to his task, his lips alighting on her wet slit, the surrounding hair neat and trim. He rather enjoyed a shaved cunt on blondes and redheads, but he'd always thought brunettes looked, well, rather, bare and silly in such a state. And that is where the story began...

Ella's head lolled back against the leather seat, a slow deep-throated moan issuing from her lips before she said, "Darling, much as I love a good surprise, I already know we're going to the country. I don't know what the point of the blindfold is." 

To which Jamie had replied, "Why do you insist on talking while I'm trying to pleasure you, my dear?" 

Ella laughed softly at that and said, "You're right, please continue."

Jamie shook his head at the slight condescending tone in her voice, at some point this week he would have to remind her that he wasn't one her ridiculous suitors to be talked down to. He loved her, but she could be a fucking bitch. He smirked, she certainly was about to be fucked bitch. "Turn around Ella," he said sternly.

"What?"

"Get on the floor, on your knees, and turn around."

Ella did as she was told, recognizing the seriousness in his voice. She wasn't scared though, if anything it only served to make her wetter. Now it was her firm belly pushed up against the slope of the leather seat. Jamie reached around her front and flopped her breasts over on top of the seat. The whiteness of her breasts a lovely picture against the rich brown leather. He undid his alligator belt and dropped his expensive slacks to the ground and pulled out his erect seven inch cock. He'd never minded not having some huge member, Ella thought them disgusting and his was quite simply perfectly built to fill up her hot, wet cunt. Normally, He'd want her totally nude, or at least her top off, back exposed, but after her snide little comment, this just seemed a little crueler. One hand went to her small waist while his other brushed her hair away from her neck, his mouth tugging lightly at an earlobe.

"Oh, do hurry Jamie." Ella was half pleading, half commanding. If it had been any other woman, Jamie swore, he would have stripped the bitch and left her on the side of the road. Instead, he grabbed his prick and shoved it straight up into her steaming cunt. A cry of surprise and relief came from Ella as she ground her ass back against Jamie's hips. They were turning off the main road now, onto the long drive of the estate. His prick thrust in and out viciously slamming Ella against the seat, over and over. He could hear her breasts slapping against the leather, and grabbed at them, squeezing them like vices. Ella didn't make a sound, though he knew from her short laboured breathing that she was enjoying herself. He could feel the pressure building up within him now, the smells of leather, sex, and car's engine, intoxicating. A shudder ran through Ella as she came. It was almost too easy, at certain times. Jamie held on for only a fraction of a minute longer. His seed flooded into her in a hot rush.

The Rolls Royce limo pulled into the circular drive of the manor house, a sprawling 18th century limestone masterpiece. Inside the car Jamie still clung to Ella, there was no rush, the two could remain undisturbed as long as they desired, but he was anxious to give her his present. Their breathing had slowed to an almost normal pace. Jamie opened a small compartment and withdrew a towel, cleaning himself and Ella up.

"Can I take this off now?" Ella gestured to the blind fold.

She sat facing him now in totally dishevelment. "No, not yet," He said as he did up his pants and fastened his belt, then began to button Ella's shirt and run his fingers through her wavy hair. "There, you look quite presentable."

"There best not be people here." She wanted nothing but to spend the week with Jamie, alone.

Jamie could see the butler standing at the car door, studiously avoiding looking into the blacked out windows. He knew that the job he had been hired to do required service with total loyalty and absoutelly no questioning. He'd stand outside the car door all night waiting for the signal to open the door. Yes, Jamie thought, Barnsley, was a fine hire. At that, he rapped on the window, and Barnsley opened it. Jamie unfolded his tall frame and stepped out of the hot car into the biting chill of December. He breathed into the air, watching his breath. "It was so warm in the car, I'd forgotten how cold it was outside."

Barnsley, who had worked for the family for years and knew exactly what had been going on behind the glass partition, simply nodded and said, "Quite so m'lord."

"Yes, well," Jamie stuck his head back into the cooling cabin of the car, "Are you coming out Ella?"

"Well, it's a little difficult as I'm blindfolded."

"Here, I'm holding out my hand. There you go. Alright, watch your head." Ella's boots crunched on the gravel drive. "You'll see that the bags are taken care of?" Jamie shouted over his shoulder as he drew Ella into the house.

"Of course, m'lord. Everything has been made ready as always."

"Excellent, then I doubt you'll see us for the rest of the night."

"Very good, goodnight."

Jamie left the heavy oak door open behind him as he pulled Ella along towards the newest addition to the house. "Do you know where we're headed?" He asked her.

"The lab," Ella stated, starting to become excited. The Lab, as they called it, had been built during World War II to serve as a makeshift hospital. It had been sealed off by the last Lord Bradford, but Jamie and Ella had reopened the wing and remodled it to suit their fancies. They stopped at the entrance, Jamie placing his thumb against a small scanner. "You know how close to success we've been with our experiments in nanotech?" There was a heavy sound of metal and the door slid open revealing a well lit hallway with three metal doors on either side and an arched opening ahead.

"Yes," Ella's heart had begun to beat faster. Behind each of the doors was a small cell with a bed, a toilet, and a sink. There were frequently "guests" occupying at least one of the rooms, but at present, they were all empty. The nanotech had been the logical progression in their shared interests. If the right programs and combinations were made they would be able to totally reshape a person into anything they desired. Jamie was the scientific mind while Ella was the artist. But, their experiments had been slow to progress, enhanced breasts here, a bulging ass there, nothing for the books.

The two stepped through the archway into an operating gallery of sorts, an operating table in the center, beyond, through another door, a second room, white, sterile with other doors leading off it. Within an old fashioned gynecological exam table.

"Hello, Ella," a pleasant woman's voice shocked Ella. She hadn't expected anyone to be here. Ella couldn't stand it anymore and ripped the blindfold away. She briefly registered where they were, that there was a comatose blond female strapped to the chair and that another woman in a lab coat stood before her.

"Happy birthday, my love," Jamie said quietly, his breath hot against her ear. She knew immediately who the woman was, she'd seen her pictures in medical journals countless times. The attractive woman with choppy shoulder length hair and big blue eyes was none other than Samantha Ruschen, one of the world's leading doctors in the new field of nanotechnology. It was then that her gaze found its way back to the unconscious girl, woman, Ella realized, in fact, she thought, a wicked smile widening on her face, the exact same age as her, down to the day, 26 years old for another 183 days.

Fucking bitch, Ella thought. There before her was Megan Raneleigh, the blond little whore who'd tormented Ella all through school, at least until Ella had left at 15, unable to bare the abuse any longer. The same Megan that had shared a birthday with her unpopular classmate, who'd made everyone choose whose party to go to. Ella's parents had finally just started having small family gatherings. The same Megan who had blossomed at the age of 13 and turned every boy's and some girl's heads. Megan had laughed at her in the halls as she'd walk by, spread vicious rumors, albeit, true, even though Megan herself had only had suspicions, about her sexual encounters, and even gone so far as to write a play in which one of the characters was a horrible caricature of Ella. The play had been preformed at assembly one day, much to everyone but Ella's delight. When Ella had finally gone to the headmistress about it, she'd promptly been told that she couldn't force people to be Ella's friends and maybe she ought to seek psychiatric help. That had been Ella's last day of school. 

Later that night she'd been called to the headmistresse's office again to be told that her parents had been killed in a plane crash somewhere over the alps. Ella had left that night, the co-heir to an enormous fortune. And now, here in her grasp was the very symbol of all that had gone wrong with her life. She'd fantasized for years of ways to torment Megan, and here she was, served up to her by the man she loved best in all the world. Ella turned to Jamie and put her arms around him, "You really are the very best brother a girl could ever wish for."



A Birthday Present



It was finally the weekend and just so happened that it was also my 18th birthday as well. My girlfriend had invited me over to her place to celebrate as her folks would be out of town and we would have the house to ourselves for the night. I finally arrived at seven thirty and knocked on her front door. After a couple of minutes the door opened slightly. 

"Come in." I heard from just inside the door.

I slowly pushed the door open and walked in to find no one around. As I turned to close the door you stepped forward into the light and I stood there rooted to the spot unable to say anything. She stood there in black lace bra, black thong, black suspender belt, black silk stockings and long black leather high heeled boots. She stood there teasing me until I was able to say something.

"WOW!" Was all I was able to say.

Finally I pulled myself together and pulled her to me and we kissed passionately as I shut and locked the door behind her. I started to say something and she told me to be quiet as she pulled her lips from mine. With one hand she opened my trousers and then dropped to her knees on the floor in front of me just as my pants and boxer shorts pooled around my ankles. 

She stared at my now rising cock for a moment or two until my cock was fully erect and pointing straight at her face which was only an inch or two away from my now throbbing member. She then leaned towards my groin area and swallowed my whole seven inches of hard throbbing man meat into her mouth as my balls hit her chin. After a few minutes of her sucking on me she took my dick out of her mouth and rose to her feet and kissed me on the lips.

"Come with me big boy." She said as she led me by the cock upstairs to her bedroom.

Once in her bedroom she moved and sat in the edge of the bed and continued to kiss and lick my cock for a few more minutes before standing again. She then kissed me on the forehead, face, lips and neck then started to undo my shirt. She then removed my shirt and moved me up on to the middle of the bed. She then reached over and got out handcuffs and proceeded to cuff each of my wrists to the bedposts securely followed by a blindfold and placed it for the time being just above my eyes on my forehead. As I looked up into her eyes she kissed me on the lips gently and smiled.

As she moved off the bed my eyes followed her around the room. She moved over to a set of drawers and switched on the stereo that was sat on top of them then started to do a sexy striptease to the music removing all her clothes except for her thong. She then climbed back onto the bed and started kissing me again at the same time rubbing my now hard cock up and down her small hand. It was then that she placed the blindfold over my eyes. She then started to kiss my cheeks and lips then gently nibbled on my ears before kissing down my neck on to my chest.

She gently kissed, nibbled and bit on my nipples. With the blindfold taking away my sight my other senses kicked in and she had me quietly groaning as she continued to kiss and lick down my chest stopping at my bellybutton to dip her tongue in it before carrying on down to my groin area and my very hard cock which was throbbing almost uncontrollably.

She laid her hot little body alongside mine almost in a sixty-nine position. Then she proceeded to suck, lick, nibble and gently bite at my cock while also using her tongue to create an extra sensation by licking up and down my balls. I could feel my cum boiling up in my balls ready to explode all over her as she sucked on me as rubbed her now soaking wet pussy with her other hand. She continued to deep throat me and play with my balls as I slid my hand round her nice firm ass and massaged it for about a minute or so before my breathing became laboured due to her talented little mouth.

She then licked her middle finger to wet it and then brought it to my ass and slowly inserted it into my ass while still sucking on my dick and started to move it in an out slowly twisting and turning it as it went in and out. She now had me moaning and writhing like a madman in the bed which I think turned her on more and more knowing that she was pleasuring me beyond belief.

After a couple of minutes of her finger fucking my ass she could feel me tensing my ass muscles and knew I was close to coming. She sucked faster and harder as she fingered ass harder and faster also. By now I was right on the edge of cumming deep in her throat as I squirmed about the bed as my cock swelled up just a little more just as I came with such a force that made my whole body shiver. She continued to work on my ass and dick as my cum began to spew into her mouth and down her throat in an endless torrent.

My cum seemed to go on forever as I screamed out in pure pleasure. Once my cum began to just ooze out of my cock she started to ease off a bit and just jerked off my cock slowly and gently as I lay there in ecstasy until she had me solid as a rock again. She then climbed on top of me and slid her thong to the side and slid her dripping wet pussy down on to my rock hard cock and slowly slid down the length of my cock until I was balls deep inside her. She was now in the cowgirl position and at first then slowly leaned forward on to my legs and held them as she fucked herself as hard, fast and deep as deep as she could get me inside her sopping wet cunt.

We were now both moaning and groaning very loudly as was we fucked for the next five or so minutes like animals in heat. I could feel my now beginning to shoot thick and fast up the shaft of my throbbing cock and by fuck it did just that firing in to her like a cannon going off. I came with such force that for a few seconds felt like minutes as I stopped breathing as the feeling over powered me.

She slowed right down till she was only grinding and rotating deeply on me before climbing off and turning around to kiss me. It was then that she finally took off the blindfold and to let me see me again. It was then that she un-cuffed my hands and finally set me free. She then turned over on to all fours and I moved up behind her and slid my still half erect dick slowly into her ass as she let out an aaahhhhhhhh!

She was still a little sensitive and tingly from the orgasm she gave herself with her fingers and was almost unable to bear it but it felt just so damned good as I fucked her deep and hard in the ass while playing with her clitoris. I proceeded to get deeper and harder and knew that I was almost there again. She gripped me with her anal muscles tightly and as she squeezes my cock I could hear her moan. 

It didn't take long before the both for us to both explode into orgasm again before we then lay down in each other's arms and fell into a deep sleep.



A Birthday Present



It was a crazy summer, ending with my 30th birthday. My friends threw me a surprise party, complete with strippers. I cancelled the mud-wrestlers, thought that was too much. I loved the birthday bash, and as I was saying good night, my friend Ellie whispered, "I left a present in the den just for you!! Enjoy!" and walked away. I walked into the den and found a sweet man, about 6'5", 240, and beautiful blue eyes and sandy blond hair, sitting there in the moonlight. "Hi there," he said as he came to me. "I take it you're Jules?"

I told him, "Yes I'm Julianna, but my friends call me Jules. And you are?" But he didn't answer, just walked up to the radio and turned it on, playing my favorite CD. He took me by the hand and we started dancing. "Just relax, let me take care of you" he said as he nibbled my ear. We started grinding into each other, the dance turning more passionate. I led him to my room to continue our dance, but instead of jumping into bed with me, he grabbed a bottle of lotion and started rubbing my back. He hit every knot, every sore, achy spot, and I passed out before he finished.

I awoke to a note saying thank you for a very nice night and it was on him. Next to the note was an envelope with five grand in it. He asked to meet me for lunch at my favorite lunch spot and left his number and name. I quickly grabbed to phone and called him. "Eddie? This is Jules. I would love to meet up with you, but I have lesson plans to start. I don't know if my friends mentioned to you that I'm a high school teacher, but I have been putting off making my plans until now... School starts in two weeks and I need to get to the grindstone. Sorry sweetie, I would really love to see you again though," was the message I left him. 

I hung up the phone and sat at my desk, working on the lesson plans for my math classes. Planning remedial math was simple; I just pulled the plan from last year out because no one was enrolled in my class. I started working on the plans for my other two classes and lost track of time. I awoke to the smell of fried chicken, clam chowder, and fresh potato bread. I ran to the kitchen, gun in hand.

"Who the hell is here?? No one is supposed... to... be..." I trailed off, seeing Eddie in my kitchen. "You left the back door open, and I came over to bring you dinner. I asked Ellie what your favorite foods were and I got what I knew how to make."

Suddenly aware of my appearance, I turned to run upstairs to freshen up. No one, other than my mother, had seen me in sweats, a sloppy bun, and glasses, not to mention makeup free. "Don't get dressed for me, I think you look sexy like this," he yelled from the kitchen. "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes!"

I jumped in the shower, cooling off from the heat of the day. I put my bikini on under a sundress, planning to go swimming once he left. I go to the kitchen to find dinner on the table, including wine and candlelight. It was nice, having a real home cooked meal. We started talking about jobs and how he got into the escort business. "I'm not an escort, I am a personal assistant. Your friends hired me to assist you for the next two weeks so that you could relax. Go ahead and swim, I'll do the dishes. You've been up since 6am, you deserve a break."

I jumped into the pool, feeling the cool water on my skin. After a few laps, I removed my bikini and swam nude. The water cooled some of my warmer areas, as I was getting hot just thinking of his passionate kisses and the way his hands felt on my body. I started thinking my imagination was getting the better of me, I felt his hands on me as I rested on the side of the pool. I looked down to see him swimming next to me, hands slowly gliding up my inner thigh. I pulled him up and we started kissing. His hands were all over my body, finally reaching my swollen lips. He parted them as I gasped. How I had wanted this! The few lovers I had had were never this bold, always getting theirs and leaving me to my own devices. He moved in and out slowly, biting my neck as he plunged into my folds. I held onto him as I felt the orgasm build. I screamed as I came, such a feeling I had never known. He smiled and swam away. My legs were jelly as I climbed out of the pool and onto a lawn chair. I wrapped up in my oversized towel and dried off. He swam for a few more minutes, then came up and asked, "Are you done or do you want more? I can leave you alone for the night if you want," he said as he knelt before my wet cunt, slowly licking my clit.

"I think I can handle more, just don't stop what you're doing. Or would you like to take this inside? I do have a king sized bed where there's more room and more privacy, in case you want to continue this further," I tell him. 

We went inside, but made it as far as my living room, where my towel fell off and he attacked my breasts, slowly at first, then sucking harder and harder as he fingered my wet snatch, bringing me to orgasm yet again. He was totally enjoying this and he was still in his jean shorts!! I reached down to unfasten them, never breaking from his attack on my breasts, and found a 9 inch cock struggling to be free. 

"Is this for me?" I wondered out loud. He chuckled, releasing his hold on me to grab my face and kiss me. I dropped to my knees, placing his rock hard cock into my mouth. None of the other guys I had been with liked it, said I was lousy, but I seemed to know just how to do it for him. He growled as I sucked him, throwing his head back in extreme pleasure. "Oh Julianna, you suck me so well! Can I please feel you around me? Will you ride me till I cum?" We made love that night, first slowly, and then quickly, until both of us passed out. The next two weeks were a haze, as Eddie and I fucked in every room of my house, exploring each other's bodies and learning new heights of each other's pleasures.

The first day school was great until last class. Advanced Algebra was my class of the day and I had a small class of eight. I liked the smaller classes so I could help each student if need be. I started taking roll when Eddie walked in. I was shocked, not only because I had him in my class but because I had fucked him senseless only twelve hours previous. "And you are Mr...." I asked.

"Edward Jaxon, are you Mrs. Shredle? This is AA right?" He answered. I told him to take a seat and started with the lesson of the day. I had a hard time, because he was in my class. At the end, I asked him to stay after to clear up any "questions" he may have had. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were underage? I could get in a lot of trouble!! You should have told me..." I started but he started kissing me. He informed me that he was 19 and that he had told my friends how old he was but after he stripped for them, they said he was perfect for me, that I needed a good fucking. He took my hand and led me to a storage room. 

"Wait here. I have something I want to show you." He told me and then started moving boxes. Behind the boxes was a door I had never seen in the 5 years I had been teaching here. He opened the door and led me inside. There was a glass wall, followed by another door. He looked and said, "Look over there. That room is for people that want everyone to see what they're doing, or for gangbangs. We won't need to go in there; I don't want to share you with anyone." I smiled as I followed him through the different rooms off the main room and informed me that only a few people knew of this area. The school was once a hospital and the room I had seen was an operation room. When the school was built, the room was supposed to be sealed off. It wasn't, but no one knew it was there till a teacher found it when trying to find a way to hide his affair with a student.

Eddie found an empty room and soon we both stripped naked, eager to pick up where we had left of this morning. I loved sucking his cock, just as I loved it when he ate my cunt. The things he could do to me!! I craved it more than anything. I asked him I the rooms were sound proofed as I started screaming in ecstasy. "Yes, baby, they are, but we forgot to shut the door and we have an audience. Look!"

I looked down to see a little mouse watching us with fear in its eyes. When I made eye contact, it scampered off. Eddie then picked me up, flipped me over onto my back, grabbed my ankles, and started pounding into me. He slammed the door so I could be as vocal as I wanted. "Ooh baby, it feels so good! Do it harder! Straight A's all year!" I cried out.

Eddie stopped, looked at me, and told me, "That's not why I'm with you. I want you, not the grade. I want to earn my grade with my work, not my dick. If you see it that way, we'll stop this right here and now." And without another word, he grabbed his clothes, and walked away. He came back and led me out, then told me he would see me in class tomorrow.

The next few weeks were hard. Eddie wouldn't talk to me, look at me, or even answer my calls. His grades were excellent, to the point that when I had a substitute, I told them in the plans to let him teach because he knew the material. The students called him my little assistant because he graded all the tests. 

I wanted him so badly, but he wanted to prove to me that he was a great student, that he wasn't fucking me for a grade. I understood that and wanted so badly to apologize to him, but he wouldn't talk to me. It really hurt, but I let it be for now.

My ex-husband came to see me one afternoon after school was over. He told me he was missing me and started making the moves on me, trying to bring all the old feelings back. "Get your hands off me, you jackass! I can't believe you're coming up in here trying to put that tiny thing back in me, the woman who spent ten years with you, that put you through school, who worked two jobs to support both of us just for you to take off with some twenty year old. Back off, sumbitch, and go peddle that shit to someone else."

He looked appalled, like I was speaking a foreign language. He came towards me again, only to get slapped. I told him I didn't want him and that if he kept going, I'd inform the cops that he was harassing me. "Come on baby, you know I still love you! I still want you, the sex was great and I've gotten better. Please let me show you; let me woo you the way you deserve. I'm not fucking anyone else but you, if you'll let me. Come on baby, you know you want me." And with that, he leaned over and kissed me. I heard a door slam and I saw Eddie running off. "Awe, was that your little man? I didn't mean to upset him. I just want to taste that sweet ass again. You were the best ass I've ever had. You let me fuck you again and I won't tell the school board you've been fucking a student. Then I'll leave you and your little man alone."

I ran after Eddie, trying to apologize and explain what was happening. He turned to me and said, "Why? Why did you kiss him? Why did you talk to him? I was coming to apologize and you, you were kissing him. You want him, you can have him! I'm done. I wanted you, wanted to marry you, but if you want him..." I grabbed his face and kissed him, hard, grinding my hips into his. I missed this; I missed his lips on mine.

We went back to my classroom, picked up my files, and went home. We didn't make it past the front door before his cock was in my mouth. I couldn't wait to feel him in my mouth again. It felt so good, slobbering on his knob, making him moan and fuck my mouth. He made me stop, wanting to save it all for later. I was burning to feel him inside me, to feel every inch of his manhood slide in my maidenhood, to feel it fill me and make me feel whole again. We made slow, passionate love all night. I showed him just how much I had missed him, how much I had ached for him. He, in turn, showed me how much he missed me. We spent all night reacquainting ourselves with each other. God, I had missed him! He was so perfect! He hit every spot, over and over, until we fell asleep. 

I woke the next morning to the sound of someone pounding on my door. I looked next to me and saw a note that said he'd be back tonight. I put my robe on and went down to answer the door. There were two police officers there to arrest me for contributing to the delinquency of a minor. After I was processed, I called Eddie, who came down to the station and bailed me out. He found out that my ex had called the cops, not knowing that Eddie was not only nineteen, but was the son of one of the richest men in the world, which even I didn't know. 

As we lay in bed that night, Eddie told me that he wanted to take the GED and get out of school. He had enough credits to graduate, that he just wanted to take my class to see me more often. He then got out of bed, reached in his pants pocket, and proposed. "Jules, you are the most wonderful woman in the world. You didn't care that I was rich, you loved me for me. I don't care about the age difference, all I care about is Will you marry me?"

"Of course, Eddie, but I need to tell you something too. We need to get married soon or I'll be too big to wear a regular dress. I'm pregnant with triplets!" I told him as a surprised look came over his face. He just hugged me and said we'd go elope tomorrow. That didn't go as planned, however, because his father called and said Eddie's grandfather was ill; that Eddie needed to come home. We left that afternoon, eloped, and got to his father's house in time for Eddie to say goodbye.

Eddie introduced me to his father, who seemed quite shocked that, not only were we married, but that I was older than he. "You're old enough to be his mother!" Albert exclaimed, "I want this marriage annulled!"

"No can do. First off, I would have had to have been ten when he was born and secondly, I'm pregnant with his children. I love him, he loves me, and before you call me a gold digger, until yesterday, I didn't even know he was rich. So back off, old man, and mourn the death of your son's grandfather!" With that I walked off in a huff to the garden to cool off. 

Eddie informed his dad that all I had said was true; he kept his wealth a secret in order to find real love, not someone in love with money. He and his father talked as if they were college buddies, discussing how good a woman were in bed and how easily she put out. They came to the garden and Albert apologized, saying it was all a misunderstanding. We were shown to our room and left alone to unpack. Eddie left and let me know he'd wake me for dinner.

I awoke two hours later to the feel of a tongue on my clit, working its way in and out of my pussy. I laid there; enjoying what I thought was Eddie eating me out. I flooded his mouth more than once with my juices. I felt his fingers kneading my ass as he dove again and again into my folds, making me cry out. As it was dark, I had no idea it wasn't my loving husband, it was his father, who was doing these things to me. He pulled my legs up, placing them on his shoulders, and in one quick thrust, shoved his whole cock in my cunt. He alternated going fast and slow, bringing more powerful orgasms that I had ever had. I heard a door open and then I heard, "Dad how could you? My wife? We haven't even been here a day and you fuck my wife? I know she didn't know who it was, you came under cover of darkness. Just tell me why!"

"Eddie, I wanted to see if she was as good as you said. If you both agree, we can all live here and raise your children together. She has so much desire built up, why don't we share her? I am happy you found a woman like your mother. She fucks like a bitch in heat. Julianna, sweet Julianna, would you have let me do what I was doing had you known it was me? Would you have fought me or would you have given in? I want my son happy, but I have needs too. Could we share you?" he asked me, still buried to the hilt inside me, still hard as a rock.

"Have you two ever shared anyone before? And what if I get pregnant? Who's child would it be? Eddie's? Yours? I don't want to worry about who the father of my child is. If you're okay with it, Eddie, I'll go along with it, but under one condition: after this pregnancy, Albert, you use a condom. That way I know if I get pregnant its with Eddie's child. Does that work?" They both agreed, and I said, "Eddie, baby, come to bed and let me suck that beautiful cock. Albert, get busy!!"

We fucked all night and we into the next day. I quit my job as a teacher; seems I didn't have time when I was caught between two men who were hung like prize bulls. As I got further along into my pregnancy, Eddie was the only one allowed to penetrate me, as "Dad" was too rough. I swallowed I know at least a gallon or more of sperm from Al within the last few months of my pregnancy.

My children came, three strapping young boys, and after that, the sex stopped for the six weeks required for healing. We hired a nanny to care for them when we were busy. Dad visited less and less, only once or twice a month, which was interesting, since he was the one who wanted to share me. Eddie came to me one day asking about Sherri, the nanny. We found her and dad screwing up a storm in dad's room. From that day on, Sherri would fuck dad, Eddie, or both, and I would too. We somehow always ended up in a pile together, screaming and cumming and the guys loved it. Sherri and I would always shower together after and her fingers would find their way into my hole as mine found their way into hers. The guys came running when they heard us moaning. Sherri was a blond, about 5'10" with 44DDD and a 32" waist. Dad said he loved sucking her titties, which it made him think of Eddie's mom Angelique. After the boys, I had gone from a 36C to a 42DD. I lost the weight, it all went to my chest. I would nurse the boys and then the men would get the rest. I loved it when they would nurse, and so did they, especially when they were inside me. They could feel my cunt tighten up. We kept this up until the boys were in high school when Al passed on. Sherri met a wonderful guy and got married, but she would still pop over for a fuckfest every now and again. 



A Birthday Present



I am a July guy. Born in July, married in July, going on vacation in July. It's normal to hear my wife say, "I planned something special for your birthday this time" and then I thought, ok, one more birthday party. But this was a really special one, a wonderful surprise! I didn't change any names in this story as I did not see the reason; our names are so common.

On my birthday, I took the day off. A lazy summer day. The kids were in camp. Linda made this cake I love, she added extra frosting. Around 6 pm, the doorbell rang, she opened and a handsome, 35ish, strong bodied guy came in carrying some stuff. Linda smiling said, "This is Alex, the masseur I hired for you. Just relax and enjoy, leave everything behind and you will feel like you are reborn." I had never tried a massage, never liked this. Anyway, I complied since her intention was to make me happy.

After Linda left the room, Alex asked me to keep only my boxers on and lay on a thick soft mattress he spread on the floor. He started with rubbing a thin oil on me, then applied little pressure while rubbing on my legs, then my belly, my torso. I started feeling excited. The warm hands, the slippery oil, a total stranger touching me where no one had before...I could feel a tickle down there and was getting hard and uncomfortable at the same time knowing he could see my erection. I said "I am sorry, it's only natural" and he grinned. He said "My massage always works great" and asked me to remove my boxers if this could make me feel more comfortable and I did. He covered my erect cock with a small towel that barely hid my embarrassment. He poured more of his aromatic oil on me and I felt the thin oil running around my erection and over my balls, just the oil, Alex never touched me there.

I was throbbing with desire when a second pair of hands started working on my body. It was Linda. She oiled her hands and played with my cock and balls all the time while Alex kneeling right above my head was almost touching my face with his crotch. I reached out and slowly pulled his shorts down to reveal a massive dick with thick veins and a pair of shaved balls dangling heavily over my eyes. I could smell his body, a manly, slightly sweaty musky smell. I could taste his salty ball sack with my tongue balancing his nuts. I could see his tiny asshole, like a star with rays around it. With Linda's mouth hugging my cock, I licked the guy's balls, sucked them gently one at a time, then tried to take them both in my mouth; it was impossible, they were too full, too big. He gently pulled back and eased his dick in my mouth. It felt like I could only take the head, it was huge with a thick rim. He pushed again and I took another inch or two and then I gagged. He didn't move at all but I felt he was busy with something, I could only see he was leaning forward. I managed to lift my head a little and saw Linda sitting on my cock fucking me gently; I was so taken away that I had not felt anything. Alex was sucking Linda's nipples and shoving his cock in my mouth. I was in heaven. With Linda bouncing on me, my head was moving up and down making my mouth pump the guy's warm cock. I lost track of time.

When the bouncing stopped, Alex pulled his dick out of my mouth and Linda sat on my face on a 69 position (my favorite!). She took my dick in her mouth, cupped and played with my balls while pushing and rubbing her clit on my lips. I licked her little red knob, squeezed it between my teeth and tongue and teased it any way I could. Then I felt pressure on my nose, I saw Alex's dick entering her soaked cunt, his balls sliding on my face and covering my nose with his thrust. He started slowly, then picked up speed and pushed hard. With his every push in my wife's cunt, my cock was sliding deeper in Linda's throat. She gagged a few times, I gasped for air and Alex moaned and fucked her like there was no tomorrow. Droplets of his sweat splattered on my face every time he struck Linda's butt cheeks. I wrapped my hands around her waist squeezing her tight against me, making sure her clit pressed hard against my tongue and her pussy stayed in place for this wild cock. Her pussy lips were rubbing his shaft and stayed wide open a couple of times when he pulled out. They were dripping, dripping, dripping...

I felt her orgasm, a mild shudder in the beginning and a strong one later, she moaned and let her spasms show how very satisfied she was. I was drowning in her juices coming down on my face every time Alex pulled his mushroom-shaped cockhead. I stuck my tongue in her pussy just before his cock rammed in smearing my face with pussy juice. I kept sticking out my tongue licking Linda's cum from her open cunt, his dick, his balls, whatever drop I could taste was delicious, "good to the last drop". Linda was pushing her clit against my tongue, his dick nailing her with no mercy. He had great stamina, he made her come many times. From time to time, he would raise one of his legs for a more comfortable thrust and this would make me breathe easier.

After a while, her trembling body finally couldn't take it any more, she cried a few tears of pleasure and shouted "Please cum, cum now...I can't take it any longer". I could hear in her voice this begging tone, asking for a break, it was too much. But Alex wanted to make this fuck unforgettable. He would pull his dick completely out and then shove it in all the way, then give her a minute of long, slow thrusts and then a series of 10-20 quick ones that would make any pussy melt. He did this a few times and every time Linda would let go this deep groan vibrating my cock with her throat.

Suddenly, he thrust himself inside her all the way as if he wanted to tear her body apart, pushing very, very hard. He exploded inside her with a loud "aaaaah". My head was caught between his thighs and I could feel his cock spasms with my tongue. I licked his balls covered with pussy cum and strong-smelling guy sweat. I took them in my mouth and played with them with my lips while he was still inside her shooting his sperm, moaning and sighing. The thick sweat drops coming down his back, butt cheeks and ass crack were a beautiful sight. I waited until I felt his tense muscles relaxing and pulled his balls gently and with them, I pulled his dick out of Linda's cunt. It fell on my chin and slapped my throat a wet, slippery and warm slap. By now, his cock was purplish and soft. My wife's gaping pussy was deep red and shining, like a red rose after the rain. Her asshole was wet and dilated from the intense pleasure. She let his sperm drip on my chin, a warm, foamy liquid mixed with her juices.

I came in Linda's mouth with a bang. My body arched, I pulled her waist with all my might, I groaned and gasped. My whole body was numb. She let my cum flow on my dick, my balls, my belly. A lot of cum, a big messy cum. She licked my balls, my dick, spread my cum everywhere using her tongue and then we kissed. We thanked Alex and invited him to stay for the night. We took a shower together and slept naked sharing our king sized bed and touching each other freely any time we wanted during the night. In the morning, before Alex left, we promised we will have him over again. We had a few more threesomes and foursomes, but the first one was really unforgettable.



A Birthday Present



It had been a long night. I should probably gone home after spending the evening celebrating my birthday with my best friends, John and Travis, but one thing lead to another, and well, now here I am watching down the sketchiest street in town.

Actually, I've just left a rather non-descript building on that sketchy street. In that building I saw, and participated in acts that I had only dreamt of, or possibly had seen on the Internet.

Back to the celebration. John and Travis and I go back to high school, when we were on the school baseball team. They both live back where we grew up, but I moved away to go to college and never returned to my home town. We haven't seen each other in years, and they decided to fly in for my birthday. 

The three of us went out for a great Italian dinner and then moved the celebration to a nearby bar for drinks. My friends are married and I'm newly divorced. Over drinks they start asking me a lot of questions about what's it like dating. Really what they are doing is pumping me for are stories of conquests, the more or younger, the better, or of interesting acts that long-married men can only dream of.

Not wanting to disappoint them, and perhaps as a way of invalidating my fears that years of a sex-less marriage were somehow my fault, I obliged. I told stories of being with two or more women (the exact number was lost in the drug-induced haze of that night), of insatiable, multi-orgasmic women, of taking advantage of my youthful appearance to bed more than a few coeds, and of a date that ended up in a dungeon (about which I refused to provide more detail).

They reveled in my stories. I also told them that while these were extremely exciting and memorable experiences, they were really few and far between. While I'm not bad looking and have a lot of other good attributes, I don't find it easy to get into these situations. I just don't seem to be that good at meeting women, and especially getting relaxed and at ease enough to charm them. It can be many months between theses encounters. Some guys seem to be able to walk into a room - any room - it could probably even be at a funeral - and they instantly attract the most beautiful and sexy women. Those guys are probably getting laid as often as they like.

Why it is, I ask my friends, why this doesn't seem to be the case between guys. I mean, from what I've heard, just about any guy that wants a blowjob or to fuck or be fucked by another guy whenever, and wherever, he likes.

I realize it is my straight male perspective, where it is a sellers' market where women control (in large part) the power dynamics. I mean, basically, it seems to me, nearly any woman can get laid on any given night if she really wanted to. She may have to wait unit the closing time at a bar, but the chances are much better for an average woman than for an average man.

For guys messing around with other guys though, they are both in it for the act, mostly, and have the testosterone to act. With logic, it is amazing that lesbians ever pair up. That's not fair. Maybe women as well as men can act on their instincts more easily with the same sex than with the opposite sex.

Anyway, I think to myself, this is going to be another one of those nights where I go home alone. I've been busy talking to my friends, but I realize that I haven't chatted with a woman the entire evening. Then I realize that there aren't any women in this bar.

Hey guys, I say. You know what? I think we've wandered into a gay bar. They both look around - one way then the other - and I can see the looks on their faces change as they come to the realization too.

There wasn't anything overly overt about the place. There were just a lot of guys, most a bit younger and better put together then me and my friends. Pretty conservatively dressed, not much in the way of public displays of affection. There was just a certain vibe. I glanced over at the two guys at the next table. The sexual energy between them was palpable. This was repeated at table after table.

Nervous laughter goes around our table. There's a first time for everything, I say.

Truer words were never spoken. 

We laugh a bit more and then decide that it's time for the evening to wind down. You know, I say, I have to hit the head first. My friends decide that they need to get going, and so we part ways in the bar.

I find my way to the men's room. There is one of those long communal urinals along one wall and row of stalls along another wall. I start to feel a bit self-conscious about being in a men's room in a gay bar. (Really, like they would want anything to do with me anyway!) and decide to find an empty stall. 

I walk in, close and lock the door, and then turn around to pee. I relax my muscles and feel that wonderful relief that comes from the release of peeing.

I hear some movement and noises coming from the adjacent stall. When I'm done peeing and put myself back together, I bend down to try and get a look at what's going on there. As I bend lower, I can see that there are two people in there. One is standing, has his back to the door, and the other is kneeling, facing him. The guy (I assume!) on his knees is rocking back and forth, a few inches in each direction, and the other, standing guy is moving less but is moaning softly in tune with the rocking.

The rocking starts to pick up speed, while the moaning just gets a bit louder. Suddenly the rocking stops and the standing guy tenses and grunts loudly. I hear swallowing, and then slurping sounds. The sound of a zipper, and then standing guy turns around and exits the stall. Then the kneeling guy gets up and leaves.

Whew - that was very intense. I've never been near another guy cumming, and I wasn't sure what would be like. I could feel the energy. I take stock of myself and realize that my pants are wet. I've lost my load, without realizing it.

I think that last loud moan that I heard was mine, and not from the other stall.

I was taken aback by the intensity of what I had overheard and visualized what had happened. I never thought that I would find anything that another guy was experiencing that intense. But clearly I am receptive to what was going on.

And now I'm standing here in cum soaked pants. Luckily I have my raincoat with me, giving me something to hide the effect of my excitement over what I had witnessed.

I head out of the men's room, across the bar, and onto the street. I live about a mile away and had walked here. Of course that was during daylight and now it is late and very dark. I wander in the right general direction, but what just happened is interesting and bothering me just a bit, and I am lost in my thoughts. Ten or maybe twenty minutes pass, as I walk through neighborhoods that I am not familiar with and, in fact, normally avoid.

Hence me walking down sketchy street. When I snap out of and look around, I realize that I don't know exactly where I am. There are 2 or 3 other people walking down the street, in the same direction as me. I'm not too concerned for my safety and only mildly about being lost. When I get to the next intersection I'll know where I am, and the one after that, which direction I'm going. Then I can get myself home. Or, if I see a taxi first, I can get home even sooner.

Interesting. The two guys about 20 feet ahead of me are the couple at the table next to ours at the bar. I guess that my wandering wasn't random. I must have inadvertently followed these guys. I hope that they don't think that I'm stalking them!

The guys in front of me approach the non-descript building, and turn sharply into a dimly lit doorway. No knocking or anything, just pushing the door. Then in.

This must be a bar, perhaps? A different couple of guys leave the building and start walking towards me. They seem a bit tipsy. Very friendly. One of the guys moves the other against the wall of the building and starts kissing him passionately.

This too, is getting a rise out of me.

You know, I was thinking earlier how much easier is for guys to have sex with guys, and how I'm pretty horny. Maybe I need to have an open mind and see what might happen with a guy. After all, it is my birthday, and I deserve some relief.

Huh. Why not. Just go in and keep an open mind to it all. Follow my instincts.

I continue walking, past the nearly humping couple, and turn into the building. The door closes behind me and a dimly lit hallway appears. I can hear some electronic music in the distance, growing louder as I walk down the hallway. As I continue to walk, I hear the low voice of men talking, and some low moaning sounds. The intensity of the sound increases and I leave the end of the hallway and stand at the edge of a large room. At least it felt large - I couldn't see to the other side.

There is bouncer at the door, checking IDs. They must be serving booze somewhere here.

On one side of me are cubbies with various articles of clothing. Several guys are standing along the perimeter, peering to its interior. While they are fully dressed, the guys further into the room are naked. Not far from me are a couple of guys laying on pillows, one face to the ground and the other mounting him from behind. A bit further I see a guy kneeling next to 2 standing guys. The kneeling guy has one cock in his mouth and is stroking the other guy. There is a hole in the wall with a cock sticking out and someone in the room sucking away. There are other naked guys that were walking around, some touching themselves, some not. There is a lot of action all around. You get the idea.

I decided that if I was going to be here at all, I should participate. Besides, the clothed guys watching were kind of creepy. It was also a bit exciting to think that they might be watching me doing something, or having something being done to me.

I step over to the cubbies and take off my shirt, my shoes and socks, and look around a bit. Then I cinched my shorts down, over my cock, and step out of them. Oh my god. Here I am, naked in a room with a lot of other guys. There is also a musty smell permeating the room. I'm finding it all titillating, and can feel myself start to swell up a bit. 

I walk around, watching the two guys fucking for a minute. Then I walk past a naked guy that is grabbing his cock, aware that his is following me with his eyes as I walk by. I find that strangely flattering.

I'm trying to figure what I'm going to do here - what I'm willing to do and what I'm willing to have done. Even if I can figure that out, I'm not sure what the code is here - that is, there must be some understood way of communicating what you are up for and when to stop, and what is required to continue with certain actions.

I walk up to the three guys - the simultaneous blowjob and hand job. I'm watching intensely for a few minutes. I sense someone approaching me from the side, but am not paying much attention. He is also watching the show from about the same distance as I am. He inches closer and closer to me.

Shoulder-to-shoulder, he slowly reaches around the front of me and firmly grabs my semi-hard cock. Mmmm... that feels good! He starts stoking my cock. My cock grows harder and longer. God this does feel good. I relax to enjoy the sensation and start to go a little weak in the knees as he strokes me more firmly.

I had been having fantasies lately of jacking someone else off. It started from watching porn. I started watching straight porn, and over time found myself focusing on the cocks, especially when the guys came. Then I watched some porn that had some bi guys, and was very interested in what they were doing to each other. Then I watched gay porn. It seemed to me that they were totally fixated on the act, as opposed to straight porn, which often feels less genuine. The women of porn were probably faking orgasms. None of these guys were faking it. They were totally into what they were doing to each other.

I found this pull towards gay porn a little puzzling. I mean, am I gay or bi? What do those labels mean, anyway? I find the male body fascinating, but when I'm walking down the street I often find myself wanting to fuck the women that I see, but I have never saw a guy and thought that there was any sexual attraction from either person. I think that I'm just open to whatever might happen, as a physical experience. 

Anyway, I have been fantasizing about what it would fell like to grab someone else's cock, to feel is swell and get stiffer under my grip, and finally to feel the spasm as he cums. It seems like I'm getting my chance.

I reach over and grab his cock. He is not as tall as I am, and I have to bend over a little to reach it. He is looking down, focusing on my cock, so I can't see his face, only the top of his head, his cock, and his firm, if not quite athletic build. Not to different from my own. This is getting me very hard.

I try to relax into the moment, to be here for him and to feel what he is doing to me. It is exciting to be so close to someone else that is excited, and to feel that they want you. I rarely feel like that with women. It is exciting to explore his body and noting the similarities and differences to mine. My grip feels his hardness, and as I stoke I feel that he is not quite as long as I am, and much straighter. He is like a pointer -sticking out horizontal, and capped with a knobby head. This is quite unlike mine, which is longer, nearly 7", and curves sharply towards the vertical. Not quite as hard or upwards curving as when I was younger, but when I am excited, most of the vitality returns. I am very excited, and my cock is very hard, long, and is pointing at the ceiling. 

It is also a bit confusing. Although I know my way around my body and am very responsive to what women seem to like, I am a something of a loss to know what to do in this situation. I try stroking him, and even though he is getting harder, it doesn't seem like I'm really in tune with his body or what he wants. It doesn't feel quite right. Not that there is anything "wrong" about the situation, just that I'm not sure exactly what do. Like being virgin, in a way. Oh well, I think, something to learn about some other time. 

Before very long, he moves in front so his body faces me and before I have time to process what is going on, he drops to his knees and takes me in his mouth. At this point I am pretty damn hard. Still, he moves in and takes every inch into his mouth, and then moves back and forth. I can't tell exactly what is going on in there, but it feels amazing. He certainly knows how to use his mouth for maximum effect.

After rocking back and forth, moving his lips from my body to nearly the head of my cock and back, he pulls away, puts one hand on my stomach, grasps me firmly and strokes me rapidly. I thought that I was at my hardest, but the faster he goes, the harder I get. I am getting weaker at the knees, as he replaces his hands with his mouth, taking in the entire length in. I have never before had my entire cock at this taken into a mouth. It was exquisitely exciting. He started moving faster and faster, along the entire length. 

I put my hands on his head, not so much to guide him as to feel his power and control over me as he brought me closer and closer to climax. I moved my head to the side a bit so I could watch my cock disappear and reappear from his mouth. We were both so there for each other, just like in a lot of the gay porn I had watched.

Watching us made me harder yet! I have never felt so alive. I could feel myself building to climax as I watched his mouth on me, the moving in and out, marveling at his ability to take in a 7" inch, skyward pointing, thick cock while on his knees.

A few seconds later, I exploded into his mouth. He moved further down the shaft, taking in every drop of me. Then he held it in his mouth as I could hear him slurping anything that he might have missed at first.

My knees were shaking, making it hard for me to stand. He stood up and seeing my reaction, held me for a second while I calmed down. 

I explained that this was my first time, and that I didn't feel like I could reciprocate. I was pretty shaken up. I think that I also said something about my birthday.

He said that it was alright. That he didn't want anything in return.

Flashing me a smile, he says, Happy Birthday.