0 comments/ 54459 views/ 6 favorites The Birthday Present By: Sianna My boyfriend was going to get the surprise of his life for his birthday. I smiled just thinking about it as I walked into the bar. It was one of those dark, smoky, illustrious bars where anything could -and did- happen. I was hoping that the reputation the bar had of being a pick-up haven would hold true tonight. I was dressed to kill, in a little black dress with black heels and bare legs. I knew that my pale skin looked great with my dark hair and dark dress, and I sauntered around the bar, tossing my hair as I did so. I noticed several men appreciatively checking me out as I walked by them, but other than I smile, I didn't stop. They weren't what I was going after that night. For his birthday, I was going make every guy's fantasy come true for my boyfriend: I was here to pick up a woman. Since I had never done this before, though the idea had constantly intrigued me for months now, I ordered myself a nice glass of red Merlot, hoping the alcohol would give me courage. I sat down, sipped my wine, and waited. Just when I thought I'd have to try someplace else, in walked a goddess of a woman, tall, tan where I was pale, long blonde hair, wearing a tank dress. She ignored the low whistles of the guys at the bar, and also ordered a glass of wine. I met her eyes, and smiled over the rim of my glass. She smiled back. "Gotcha," I thought, and lowered my eyes. Sure enough, she took her wine and proceeded to my table. "May I sit with you?" She asked. She had a light, airy voice, and even though this was supposed to be a birthday present for my boyfriend, I was beginning to think a little more selfishly what fun I was going to have tonight. "Sure," I said, in my low and husky voice. She sipped her wine, and we made small talk. Soon I began to realize that I better make a move, or my prey would end up going home with one of the seemingly endless parade of guys that kept walking past our table. She then presented me with the perfect opening. "God, I can't even go out for a drink without being bothered. I wish these guys would stop coming around so I can enjoy my drink. Hey," she said with a small, mischievous smile, "I have an idea...promise you won't laugh?" I did, and she suddenly leaned over and kissed me. I'd never kissed a woman before and the sensation was strange but not unpleasant. Well, I thought, I'd better get used to this if I'm going to be able to "deliver" this present!! I kissed her back, and the guys started cheering. "I don't know if that was such a good idea," I joked, only half kidding. "You know men, they'll be over here in ten seconds flat now." Sure enough, a few guys where starting to make their way to our table. "We can get out of here, if you want," I said. She agreed, and we left the bar to some disappointed murmurs from the bar and a few claps. "You know what they think we are going to go do," I said, and she laughed. We walked down the street, and I found out that she was a dancer. Not surprising, I thought, with her magnificent body she probably made a lot of tips. Strangely, we had yet to exchange names, and I wanted to keep it that way. When we approached my car, she said, "Hey, I'm sorry I made you leave that bar, you probably would have liked to stay." I realized now was my chance. "Oh, I got what I was looking for," I said with a little smile. She gave me a glance and said in a light tone, "You wanted to get kissed by a stripper?" I laughed, and told her what I had planned. She listened, and when I was finished said, "Well, there was another reason that I kissed you, you look awesome in that dress." She reached out and boldly caressed my breasts. I grinned back. Mission accomplished. The house was dark when we returned. "My boyfriend will be back from work in about an hour, so we can get ready," I said. In the car on the way here we worked out the "arrangements", if she wanted to stop at anytime she just had to say so. "I'm so hot for your body I don't think I'll be stopping until after you've gotten me off a few times," she said, and I realized that I'd picked a winner. I went to my closet and found the black garter belt, hose, and bra I'd been saving for the special night. I took my dress off, and began to change. I noticed she lay on my bed, playing with her clit and watching me. "Hey," I said with a smile, "no fair getting a head start". She took off her dress and I noticed she was only wearing a black thong. Her pussy was shaved except for a little bit of hair down the middle, I supposed that all strippers probably did that. In pure girl fashion I wanted to ask how she did that, but then realized my boyfriend would be home at any time. I lit some candles around the bed, and then joined her. She immediately was all over me, stroking my large breasts and running her hands down my long legs. "You could be a dancer, too," she murmured and I laughed at that. "I don't have your excellent physique," I said, reaching out to stroke her lovely body. I noticed that I wasn't nervous, and was in fact so hot I could barely stand it. We slowly stroked each other, and right when she started to lick my nipples, the door opened. "Honey? Why are all the lights off..." My boyfriend stopped at the door and gave a low whistle. "I see." He was a very quiet, serious guy with an absolutely amazing intensity when it came to sex. I knew he was going to love this. "Happy birthday, honey. This is my new friend," I purred, and my dancer just smiled at him and licked my nipples some more. "Hi," she said, "your girlfriend has got great tits." Perfect. "Why don't you come join us?" We both asked, and he took off his shirt and pants, sitting in his boxers on the bed beside us. I then proceeded to push my new friend back into the mattress, and we began to put on our show in earnest. She removed my bra, which had become pushed up, and my panties as well, until I was just wearing the garter belt and hose. "What do you want us to do, honey?" I asked, looking at my boyfriend. "I want to see you doing what she was doing to you when I came in," he said, reclining on the bed. I noticed a bulge in his boxers and it got me hotter. I leaned over and began to rub my mouth around her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples lightly. "Oh, baby, I want that tongue on my clit," she moaned, and my boyfriend sucked in his breath as I moved down her body. Slowly, I pulled her thong down her legs, and kissed the inside of her thighs. She was writhing beneath me, and I looked at my boyfriend. "Do you want me to lick her pussy?" I asked. He nodded and my new friend grabbed my hair. "Do it, oh god, suck me off, I can't stand it," she moaned. I licked her swollen clit, and since I am a woman, I knew exactly how to do it. It wasn't long before she started to buck beneath me and yell, "Oh yes, like that, oh god, I'm going to come..." She came with a shout and laid with her eyes close for a moment. "Did you like that?" I purred to both her and my boyfriend, who was slowly stroking his hard cock. "Yes," they both said, and I laughed delightedly. "I think you've been a good girl," my boyfriend said, rubbing my breasts, "and I think it is your turn for some fun." She took the hint and climbed on top of me, kissing her way down to my hot pussy. My clit was so swollen that it didn't take long for her enthusiastic sucking and licking to produce an amazing orgasm. She turned around so that I had access to her pussy, and we simultaneously worked each other with our mouths. I heard my boyfriend groan and realized that the show had been fun for him, too. After us girls had gotten off again, we separated and I said, "Now for your birthday present, get in the middle of the bed," and we moved to either side of him. We both noticed his cock had started to get hard again and she said, "God, I haven't sucked a cock in so long, I don't think I remember how to do it. I think you better show me..." She took my boyfriend's hand and led it to her hot pussy, and he played with her wet clit while I began to suck on him, running my tongue around his cock and taking it deep in my throat. "I think you better try, too," I told her, and she did, expertly handling his cock and taking it deep in her mouth. Soon, both of us were licking him and taking turns sucking it deep into our mouths. "Oh god," he moaned, and I knew he was going to come. "I want it," she said, and sucked him off, swallowing every drop and licking her lips afterwards. Afterwards we stroked him and each other, and she and I played with some of my many sex toys, her pushing my vibrator deep into my pussy. "I want to watch you two fuck," she said, and I looked at my boyfriend. He was hard again, from watching us, and said, "I'll fuck her for you real good," and grabbed me, flipped me over, and started to ram me with his huge cock. "You like that, baby?" He growled, and I didn't know if he was talking to me or to her. Suddenly she sat up, and put her pussy in front of my face. "I want to get off watching him fuck you," she said, and I obliged, working her with my tongue. "Harder, do it harder," I moaned, loving the feel of her pussy in my mouth and his cock inside me. He thrust harder and harder into me, biting my shoulder. He shot his come inside me, and I came with a shudder. She grabbed my head, and came in my mouth. Afterwards, we all three took a nice long shower, and she and I had great fun giggling and soaping each other up. "Women," my boyfriend said with a shake of his head. We giggled some more, and wouldn't get out of the shower until the water was cold. "I'll warm you both up," he said, and playfully pushed us back into the bed. The next day, after I had taken my new friend home to pick up her car, I settled down with my boyfriend to eat breakfast. "Did you like your birthday present?" I asked him. He grinned. "What do you think? Who was that woman?" I told him how I picked her up in the bar, and never knew anything about her other than she was a dancer. He smiled at me, stroked my hair, and picked up his coffee. "Can't wait to see what you're getting me for Christmas!!" The Birthday Present He awoke with a start. He knew he had been having a beautiful dream but as soon as he tried to commit it to memory, it floated away like a wisp of smoke. It made him feel deflated, and more so, because he remembered today was his birthday. Forty-two – again. As with each passing birthday it made him feel reflective about his life. What had he accomplished, what were his greatest achievements and the biggest mistakes? What could he have done differently if he had it to do over again? The dawn was just beginning to spread a grey light outside the facing window, as he propped himself up in bed and turned his attention to the day ahead. A busy day at work, filled with tedious meetings and a long luncheon with clients. The evening would be pleasant with a birthday dinner with his children and their families. He just felt so weary, he wasn't even sure he could drag himself out of bed and into the shower. As the sun began to rise more and the shapes in the room became more clearly defined, he experienced the most peculiar sensation. His skin started tingling, first in his hair then down his face and neck and through the rest of his body down to his toes. Suddenly he felt a lightness as if he was being spirited out of his body and floating on a bed of air. For a moment he thought he must have died, but he wasn't feeling any pain anywhere, and anyway he had just recently had a check up and been pronounced in good health. The tingling sensation ceased and was followed by a warm flush throughout his entire body. He pushed himself more upright against the pillows and felt his weight against the soft cotton sheets once more. "Whew," he thought, "That was weird, I must be having a mid life crisis or something." There was a movement in the bed next to him, and he turned to see a sleeping form with a thick mass of silky, auburn hair showing above the duvet. What on earth was going on, who was this person, how did they get into bed with him? He was certain he would have noticed if there had been a sleeping body in his bed the night before. He remembered distinctly that he had been exhausted, and had just collapsed and fallen asleep immediately. It had been another killer day, and his only thought had been to get a good night's sleep. He glanced at the clock which silently informed him it was indeed 6:00 a.m. and he had in fact slept the entire night without waking and worrying once. In itself an unusual event. The shape began to uncurl and long arms appeared and stretched. It was a young girl with a serenely beautiful face, perfectly symmetrical with high cheekbones and full lips. Now she opened hazel eyes and fixed him with an intense stare. He stared back, for once in his life, devoid of speech. She smiled up at him and said, "Hi, I'm Crystal! I'm your birthday present." He started to stammer, "What do you mean? I have to go to work! I have things to do, I don't have time for playing around!" She smiled more widely at him, saying, "Don't worry, time is on hold. You have until midnight to simply have fun! In this magical time warp you can travel to any age in your life, you can be anything or anybody you would like. You can do anything you choose. Afterwards, your life will continue as usual, but you will remember everything that has happened." He tried to process this information in his usual speedy fashion. His brain seemed to have ground to a halt, because the only question that came into his mind was "Where did you come from?" "Oh," she said, "I was sent to you by a mutual friend who cares about you and has amazing powers." He ran his fingers through his hair and noticed a different feel to the texture, it seemed thicker somehow. He reached out tentatively to touch the arm of this apparition to see if she was real. He felt soft, creamy skin beneath his fingers, and not only that, but his own hand seemed smoother, unblemished and without wrinkles or raised veins. The scar from the stab wound had vanished. He turned his hand over to study it more carefully. Crystal laughed then, a musical, joyful sound. "Yes, our friend thought you might like to be twenty-one years old!" He looked down at his own bare chest where the hair was no longer tinged with grey, his stomach was flat and muscled. His eyes ran up his arms again where his biceps bulged. He must of course be still dreaming. He shook his head trying to clear it, and rubbed his eyes, and yet after doing so, everything remained the same. He felt the urge to laugh bubble up from deep inside him, and before he could stop it, he was laughing out loud with tears streaming down his cheeks. "Oh my gosh, this is incredible, totally amazing, I can't believe it." He managed to say, while wiping away the tears from his smooth cheeks. It felt so good to laugh, he realized that it was maybe the first time he had felt the freedom to laugh in such a joyous uninhibited way. Crystal sat cross-legged on the bed and asked him, "What would you like to do first? Perhaps you could take a shower while I go and fix your favourite breakfast for you? Or maybe you would like it if I scrubbed your back for you in the bath tub?" Well, he thought, if I'm dreaming this is the best dream I have ever had! "Hmm, I think I will take a shower, and breakfast sounds wonderful." "I know exactly what to make for you." She answered. With that she leapt gracefully from the bed clad only in boxer shorts and a sparkling top with spaghetti straps. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and looked down at his own strong, youthful legs. He headed for the bathroom and immediately studied himself in the mirror. It was true, there was his reflection looking back at him, and definitely only twenty-one years old! The smile on his face broadened, and he saw himself as a happy, carefree individual, someone he hadn't known for a very long time. He didn't feel any of the burden of worry and care that had been his partner in life for so many years. He felt light and buoyant in a way he had never experienced before. He quickly shaved, enjoying how smooth and firm his skin felt, then he entered the shower and started soaping himself. Before he realized it he was singing an aria with the clear, resonant voice of Pavorotti. He could hardly believe it, his voice had never sounded so fine before. He ran up and down the scales a few times and discovered he had perfect pitch. He spent quite a long time enjoying singing in the shower, but finally he began to feel some pangs of hunger and stepped out to dry himself off. There was a pile of clothes folded neatly on the corner chair. They looked familiar, not new but comfortably worn. "Oh my God! My favourite blue jeans from college, but surely I would never be able to get into those again." He thought. They slid up over his slim hips and buttoned without the tiniest hint of a problem. He followed the aroma of cooking smells and was greeted in the kitchen by a table laden with all his favourite breakfast foods. Crystal was humming to herself as she set the dishes and napkins in place. He was surprised at how voracious his appetite was, and she sat across from him with obvious pleasure, watching as he enjoyed his meal. "So what would you like to do next?" She asked. His answer came immediately without thinking. "I'd like to ride a horse in the mountains at Javaline Peak in Arizona." "No problem!" she replied," Just close your eyes for a few seconds." He was happy to oblige and sat back in the chair with a silly grin spreading across his face. "O.K." she said, "Open your eyes." He was sitting in his grandmother's kitchen, everything about it exactly the way it had always been. He jumped from the chair and looked out of the window. It was a beautiful, sunny day outside with a few fluffy white clouds. The view towards the mountains was just as he always pictured it in his mind. In the distance there was a dusting of snow covering the crest. He rushed outside and there waiting by the corral fence was his faithful, friend, Dan, who whinnied at him the way he always did. He ran the short distance and vaulted over the fence, throwing his arms around the old horse's neck and burying his head against the coarse, wiry, coat. He spent a long time just breathing in the special smell that is unique to horses. Dan nuzzled against him and it was as if they had never been separated. He stood back and admired Dan's strong chest, four white stockings and white blaze. "Boy, you look fantastic, old friend." He said appreciatively. The horse gave him a knowing look and twitched his small ears back and forth. Crystal appeared behind him and handed him a carrot, which Dan accepted contentedly. "Would you like to ride alone, or would you like company?" She asked. He thought for a moment, he had spent so many hours of his childhood traversing the trails in the mountains, just him and his horse. It would be wonderful to do that again. At the same time he wanted to share this experience with someone and so replied, "I'd love to show you the view from up there, if you'd like to join me." Soon he was back in the saddle again, its familiar feel fitting beneath him as if molded to his body. He ran his hands over the soft old leather remembering the story behind each scratch. Here was one of his early repair jobs, and here another where his stitching had improved. He continually stroked the horse's long sorrel neck and shoulder as they made their way along the well travelled trail up towards the left side of the mountain. They passed so many landmarks, unchanged by time. Everything in its place the way it was supposed to be. Dan marched on in his sure-footed way, and he was so entranced by the journey that he forgot for a while that he had company. When he remembered he had a companion he turned to check and see how she was doing. Crystal was riding along, unobtrusively, in a very relaxed manner. She was wearing black leather jeans and a turquoise shirt knotted at the waist. Her long, thick auburn hair was lit up by the sunlight and all the colors seemed to blend perfectly with the little black mare she was riding. He reined in and called back to ask her if she would like to stretch her legs soon. She said whatever he wanted to do was fine with her. They would soon be approaching the rim, and he chose this spot to stop so that the horses could graze on the tufts of grass. They dismounted and walked around to enjoy the view over the plains and desert below. They sat on the edge of the hill, hugging their knees and just looked over the vast landscape spread out beneath them. There seemed no need to comment, it was all so perfect. He didn't feel a need to question why this was happening, or how it had come about, he just wanted to enjoy each moment to the fullest. When they began to wind their way back down the mountains to the ranch, the sun was low in the sky and casting dramatic shadows from the rocks and prickly pear along the way. It was breathtakingly beautiful, the more so because he had not seen it this way for such a very long time. The sun was beginning to set while he was taking care of the horses. When he had finished he discovered that Crystal had prepared a camp fire and barbecue and there was his own guitar resting against a fallen log. After they had finished their meal and dusk was descending he picked up the guitar. He hadn't played it for a long time and hated to play badly. He tried strumming a few cords and before he realized it he was playing some country and western tunes he hardly even remembered. Music seemed to flow from his guitar and his fingers found cords as if guided by an inner force. He couldn't believe it, he almost sounded as good as Eric Clapton, the self-pronounced greatest guitarist who ever lived. Crystal was grinning at him while she sat perched on a low tree branch. She was swinging her legs, encased in the black jeans and cowboy boots, in time to the music. He played on, all his old favourite tunes coming surging back into his memory. After a while, she asked, "Would you like to dance with me?" "Well," he hung his head shyly "I kind of suck at dancing!" "No you don't, you'll see." She said. "But who will play for us?" he asked. "Don't worry about these details." She replied. She took his hand, and from somewhere in the trees a band started to play, and suddenly they were the 1970's equivalent of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. His boots were tapping in time to the music and she was twirling at the end of his outstretched arm, her fingers entwined with his. Each time he would send her out to spin in time to the music's rhythm and then bring her back to him, then send her spinning around again with her hair swirling out around her. The leather jeans shining in the subdued light were like a second skin and her own skin was glowing from the heat they were generating and the dying embers of the camp fire. Her obvious joy was infectious as he caught her around the waist and held her close for a moment before sending her out on an extended arm and back towards him again and again. The light from the fire played across her happy face and lit up her hair with a sparkling iridescence. There were some slow songs then and he held her close with his right arm around her waist and clasping her hand with his left one. They were dancing in such perfect harmony it was almost as if her body was floating and her feet not even touching the hard ground beneath. They danced until the moon was high in the sky and then tumbled delightfully exhausted onto the sun-warmed earth, to lean against the gnarled trunk of a tree. She leant her head against his shoulder and he placed his arm around her and breathed in the clean, healthy fragrance from her shining hair. They sat watching the embers from the fire smoldering before them, and it felt as if all was at peace in the world. After a long while the night air began to feel cool, so he said, "I suppose I need to head home again." "Well, I would love to see your boat" she replied. "And, I would love to show it to you." He said happily. Once more she told him to close his eyes, and the next thing he knew they were leaning on the railing of the deck of the Island Breeze and watching the lights of San Francisco twinkle in the distance. The evening was cool and breezy, but only a little misty. She didn't object when he placed his arm around her again and snuggled closer to him so that his warmth spread over them both. After a while he began to feel sleepy after the long day in the Arizona sun, and he took her hand and lead her into the state room. She followed him willingly and curled up next to him on the bed like a contented kitten, he pulled off her boots for her and kicked his own onto the gleaming wooden floor. As they lay together he stroked her arm and then her satiny cheek. She responded by turning her face up towards him and at the same time slid her hand beneath his shirt and around his back. "Well, David," she said, "What birthday would be complete without you making mad passionate love?" He smiled down at her and ran his hands down her smooth hair and on to her shoulders. "I must just go to the bathroom though." He left her curled up on the bed while he went to the bathroom, and since he felt sticky from riding for the best part of the day, he called through the door, "I'm just going to take a quick shower." "Don't be too long, time is running out." She called back. He shaved again, humming to himself and enjoying once more seeing the handsome face looking back at it him from the mirror. Then he jumped into the hot shower and basked in the steam letting the water run over his muscular shoulders. He imagined sliding his hands down the leather pants she was wearing. Gently undoing the snap at the top and unzipping them so that he could fit his hand down inside and feel what hidden treasure lay beneath. He longed to place his hands on her ample breasts, run his fingers down her flat stomach and explore every inch of her gorgeous body, slowly and carefully. His heart quickened with these thoughts and he felt his manhood begin to swell. He found himself singing a soliloquy in Italian from an opera, but couldn't immediately identify what he was singing. When he turned off the water and began to rub himself briskly with the towel, he heard a beautiful lilting soprano voice coming from the bedroom. Suddenly he recognized the music, it was Violetta's love song to Rudolpho, and without thinking his own voice sang back in return in a magnificent baritone he had never imagined possessing before. It was the first time he had sung a duet with a woman, and his chest expanded effortlessly as their voices blended and intertwined between the rooms. The duet ended as he wrapped the towel around his waist and returned to the bedroom. Crystal was lying back against the pillows with her lovely long hair spread out around her. He went over and sat on the edge of the bed picking up her hand in his, but she didn't move. Then she said quietly, "I'm so sorry, David. My energy is leaving me. There wasn't enough time to fit everything in that you wanted to do. I'm so very sorry." Now he realized, of course: La Traviata. He slipped his arm around her shoulders and drew her close to him cradling her in his arms. His throat was so tight he could barely squeeze the words out, his eyes felt swollen and hot. "It's all right Crystal, I had the most perfect day ever, it's all right." "We just wanted you to get to make love on the beach under the moonlight once in your life." She told him sadly. "You know don't you, that you will always be young at heart. It doesn't matter if your body has aged, your soul is what matters. Your love of life, these things will keep you young forever." Then she closed her eyes and he felt her breathing slow as she slept with her head against his chest. He held her tight not wanting to lose one single magical moment of the time they could spend together. Eventually he lapsed into sleep himself. When he next awoke he was back in his own bedroom and the clock told him it was 6:00 a.m. He knew without looking that he was alone once more. Had it all been a dream after all? He jumped quickly out of bed and rushed to the bathroom mirror. He sighed when he saw his own familiar face return his stare. At first he felt the age weighing down on him again. But then he thought about Crystal's last words to him. "Your love of life will keep you young forever." He found there was a new bounce to his stride, and even though his voice was not as resonant as it had been previously, he still enjoyed lifting it up and sending it out into the bathroom while he was taking his shower. As he walked out of the house to his truck he noticed hanging in the hall, a pair of chaps and a cowboy hat. Placed neatly beneath them were his old worn cowboy boots. As he drove to his office he sang along to oldies but goodies from 1974, and thought that his voice actually did sound pretty good after all. He felt a new energy in his step when he arrived at work. He beamed at his co-workers in a very atypical manner. He felt alive as he had not done for a long time. They all wished him happy birthday as he progressed along the hallway to his office. His secretary brought him a cup of coffee saying, "This was hand delivered to you early this morning." He sipped at the coffee and turned the bulging white envelope over in his hand. Finally he slit it open and pulled out a single plane ticket, attached to it was a small post-it note saying, "Enjoy your birthday, enjoy your life. You are forever young." The envelope was not empty yet, and he shook out onto his desk a small pile of golden sand, a photograph of a deserted beach, and a single red hibiscus flower. The Birthday Present It was Friday, thank God. Work had been a bitch, and it was done for the week. I was looking forward to the evening for another reason, too. It was my birthday, and Nora, my wife, always came up with fun ways to celebrate. Last year it had been a trip to a small bed and breakfast in a small town two hours south of the city we live in. We walked and ate at wonderful restaurants and watched movies, and most memorable of all, we had hours of incredible sex in the big feather bed in our B&B room. I was wondering what she would surprise me with this year. Nora met me with a kiss at the door. She had arrived home minutes before me, and was still dressed in her work clothes. She had worn one of her sexier business suits today, the one with the skirt slit high up the thigh. Under the form fitting tailored jacket she wore a silky white blouse that allowed just a hint of lacy lingerie through the sheer material. "How about a glass of wine, Birthday Boy?" I nodded and she shooed me off to sit on the couch while she poured a couple of glasses of red. We sat and she raised her glass. "Happy Birthday, sweetheart." We kissed and chatted about the events of the day until the supper she had prepared the night before was heated. After a perfect meal, we returned to the living room with another glass of wine, and snuggled up together. We talked a bit more, and while we did, I noticed her check her watch a couple of times. "Got to be somewhere?" I asked her. She blushed a bit and replied, "Nope, I was just wondering what time it was." She finished her wine, and I tipped my glass for the last swallow. She pushed herself up against me and gave me a passionate kiss. "I have a birthday surprise for you. Do you want to know what it is?" "Of course." I answered. "Well, what it really is, without giving it away too soon, is an exercise for your imagination. Come with me." And she took my hand and pulled me up off the couch, and we headed to the bedroom. One of our dining room chairs sat a few feet from the foot of the bed. "Sit down." she ordered. Some lengths of soft rope were produced and she quickly tied my wrists to the arms of the chair, then knelt to fasten my ankles. None of this seemed too odd, as we played bondage games from time to time, taking turns at tying the other up and then teasing the captive unmercifully. We both found it very exciting. She knew how excited I would be and reached down to lightly brush her fingertips against my erection through my slacks. "I see you're having fun already." she teased. She went into her bedside drawer and came back with her sleep mask which she snugged into place, blocking everything from view. Finally, after a minute of silence, she bent and gave me a hot, wet kiss. "I love you, Birthday Boy". she whispered. Then she left me, and I could hear her footsteps fade as she made her way to the front of the house. I don't know how long I sat there. Probably not as long as it seemed. Once, I heard her come into the bedroom, but she didn't say anything before quietly slipping away again. I was just starting to drift a bit when I heard the front door open, then quietly close. I could hear the subdued murmur of voices. They came closer. Her voice and a man's. They were speaking quietly and I strained to hear what was being said, but couldn't. They were walking slowly toward the bedroom. At the doorway they stopped. "Wow!" he said, under his breath. "Shh. Quiet!" she admonished him. Now they were in the room and my sense of hearing seemed to sharpen. All of my attention was focused on listening to them. I could hear their breathing, the movement of their clothing. What the fuck was she planning? Who the hell was this with her? Damn it! I wasn't enjoying my birthday surprise so far. The humiliation of being in this obviously submissive situation had me upset, but that was nothing compared to what was to come. My ears picked up a soft moan, just like ones she moaned when we shared a hot kiss. Was Nora kissing this man, here in our bedroom as I sat tied to a chair? I thought about speaking out, but instead kept quiet. Why? I don't know. I guess I was curious more than anything. I listened. A breathless "Oh yeah!" from him. Another "mmmmm" from her. There was a silky whirl of fabric on fabric. Her jacket coming off? What the hell is that sound? Again? Another one. And yet another. Christ! The buttons of her blouse were being undone. I could almost see his hands near her firm breasts, opening her blouse. His eyes would be on her lacy bra, and on the white tops of her full tits. My cock twitched in my pants, but I wasn't really enjoying what was happening. Either my imagination was getting the best of me or my wife was being undressed by some other man right in front of me. I wasn't happy. Then I heard it. This was real. There was no mistaking the clink of a belt buckle. Then the very obvious buzz of a zipper being pulled down. Pants falling to the floor around his ankles. No! I knew what I would hear next. I knew Nora well. Then it came, that gasp of pleasure a man can't help but release as his hard cock is enveloped by a hot mouth. I knew she was kneeling in front of him, a beautiful fellatrix. I didn't intend to say it out loud, but I did. "Nora. No. Please." There was no response, but I heard another rustle of clothing and several footsteps. She grasped my hair and pulled my head back and stuffed something in my mouth. Pussy! It was her panties, and they were full of her juices. Something went around my head. She was gagging me with her panties and a stocking. "There!" was all she said. We had shared a fantasy of another man with Nora several times over the past year or so, but I never, ever, in my wildest dreams thought that it would be any more than two lovers exciting each other with "what if" tales. But here it was. Welcome to reality, Brian. My loving wife was intent on making that fantasy real for the both of us and I wasn't sure I could handle much more of it. The bed creaked as one or both of them lay down. There was that gasp again. She had taken his cock back into her mouth. I heard the wet slurping sounds that told she was taking his cock all the way into her mouth and then sucking it hard as she drew her head back. I knew. I loved it when she did it to me. He was breathing heavily now. Nora lived to suck cock. No man could resist her for long when she was eager to have his seed in her gut. It didn't matter that I was blindfolded. I could see her as clearly as ever, her head bobbing over his lap, his cock sliding easily into her throat, and then out to have her tongue lave the swollen purple knob before being swallowed again. God, my cock was like a hot iron rod in my pants. The mystery man's breathing had grown erratic and labored. My eyes were covered but I could see him, doing as I had done a thousand times, stiffen and swell and clench his fists as he exploded into her throat. He sounded like he was having a seizure. God, she was good at that. It came to me in a flash, what she had meant by "an exercise for my imagination". I had just seen my loving wife give a man, some guy, one of her finest blowjobs, but I was blindfolded. I saw it in my mind's eye. I wasn't angry or unsure any more. I wanted more of this. It was so incredibly stimulating. My cock was straining against my pants and I was aching in need of relief. She was beside me then, loosening the stocking, removing the soggy panties from my mouth. She kissed me hard, her lips slippery with saliva, and the bleachy smell of semen on her breath. "I love you, Brian. I hope you're not angry with me. I want you to enjoy what I'm doing as much as I am." She stroked my cock like she had earlier, just for a second, then turned back to her lover. There was movement on the bed, then a very tiny high pitched whisper. "Oh yeah. Yessss!" I could barely make it out but it was definitely a sound coming from a very wet cunt. Was he licking her? No, I'd have to guess that he was sliding a finger or fingers in and out of her juicy twat. There were a few whispers passed back and forth, then I heard a step. The smell of pussy invaded my brain. A fingertip touched my lips and I automatically opened my mouth. It was his finger that slipped into my mouth, dripping with her juice. I sucked it. He returned to her. There was some whispering, then the sounds of a passionate kiss. It went on for a long time. There was the shifting of bodies, then "Ohhhh, God, yes. Oh, please, yes. Do it!" My head was spinning. "Ahhhh" The half groan, half sigh that I'd heard from Nora years ago, the first time I pushed my rigid cock into her cunt. Now his cock was buried in her. Then it began, the "Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn,' noises she made as she fucked. It seemed like they were doing it forever. There was movement on the bed. What was happening? They were fucking again. The bedsprings were playing a tune of lust. They slowed down. They sped up. They stopped. They started again. Nora must have been on top, riding his stiff cock. I could tell by her breathing that her climax was imminent. His too. They were moaning their love to each other. "I can't hold off, I'm going to come," He exclaimed, no longer trying to be quiet. Nora was coming too, "Oh God, shoot it in me. I need to feel you come! Fill me up! Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, Ohhhh." Then there was just the panting of two lovers and the sounds of small kisses. A whispered, "Thank you, you were marvelous." There was movement again. The sounds of clothing being donned. The zipper went up this time. It sounded different. He finished dressing and headed for the doorway. They kissed one more time. "Thank you again." She said softly. He was gone. Nora knelt in front of me and slowly untied me, finally loosening the sleep mask. She stood and held her hand over my eyes and slipped the mask away, then opened her fingers slowly to let me become accustomed to the light. She looked incredible, her skin had a faint rosy glow, remaining from her strong orgasm, and from the perspiration that marked her breast and thighs. As I stretched my limbs to get the circulation going she moved to the bed. "Come here, lover," She purred. I moved to her and kissed her. I kissed her with all my heart, until she took my head between her hands and pushed me down into the moist valley between her steamy thighs. "Kiss me there. Kiss my well fucked cunt. Taste me." I was uncertain, a bit shy about tasting his cum. She didn't hesitate, however. She pulled me into her, and my indecision disappeared . My tongue shot out of my mouth and between her still red and swollen lips. The combined taste of pussy juice and the semen that had been pumped deep into her was like an aphrodisiac. My cock was throbbing. I sucked her protruding clit between my lips and she climaxed again. What was that, the third time? I had never seen her so aggressive. She pulled me up onto the bed, and pushed me flat on my back. I heard the buzz of my own zipper and felt her wrestle my rock hard erection out of my underwear and into the open. There were no preliminaries. "God, I need you to fuck me," was all she said. She lowered her hot, sloppy pussy over me and slid my steel hard rod home. It felt like wet velvet. She leaned forward and pushed a nipple into my mouth, then the other, and started to ride me. We were both on fire. She was well into the longest orgasm ever when mine hit me like a speeding truck. I grabbed her ass and pulled myself in all the way as I blew a huge load of thick jizz deep into her belly. When she could finally speak, laying on my chest, she asked, "I assume you liked your Birthday surprise." She grinned at me as she spoke. I smiled back at her, "I don't know how you're ever going to top that one." "I don't know." She replied. "But I have a few ideas. The only thing is, I don't know if I can wait a year til your next birthday to try them. My cock started to stiffen against her leg. I asked her later if she was going to tell me the identity of her lover that night. "Maybe someday I will. I'm thinking that for my birthday, I'd like to be fucked by two men at the same time. That might be a good time for you to meet him without the blindfold." She smiled. The Birthday Present Nicole sat and wondered what she could get Brian for his birthday. He had been so good lately allowing her to explore her sexuality and she wanted to repay him for it. She racked her brain but couldn't come up with the right idea. It was quite by accident that she stumbled on the answer. Her daughter Rebecca attended dancing classes every Friday. That evening Brian had joined them, as it was her exam. Nicole glanced at Brian and saw he was looking with that look of lust at the Dance teacher, Nicky. Nicky was about 30. Her blonde hair was long and crimpled. Her slim body was honed to perfection through her dancing. Her nipples were clearly visible through her t-shirt and the tight dance trousers emphasised her fanny and her pussy lips. Nicole noticed that Brian was as hard as a rock. She had noticed Brian and Nicky flirted but didn't think about it till now. After the dancing was over, Nicole told Brian to take Rebecca home because she wanted to talk to Nicky about Rebecca's dancing. Brian shrugged and went off home. Nicole gulped as she approached Nicky. Suppose she got angry. Taking a deep breath Nicole spoke to Nicky. "Nicky I wonder if you can help me? It is Brian's birthday next week and I want to give him a surprise. I know this is a lot to ask but would you show me how to dance erotically." Nicole waited for the explosion but it never came. Instead Nicky smiled and nodded. "I will teach you but I have a better idea. Why don't we make it a duo? I have always fancied Brian and you are sexy too." Nicole gasped in surprise but was pleased. All that week the two of them worked on sexy moves to please Brian. They discussed what Brian would like them to wear and came up with something that was sure to make him hard. The day of Brian's birthday dawned and Nicole could feel her excitement rising. As they had a good morning birthday fuck, Nicole couldn't help thinking that later that evening Brian was to get the birthday treat of his life. "Darling I want you home at 7pm. You can have a drink first. When you come in I want you to go to the living room and sit on the chair. You are not to move from that spot until I tell you. Is that OK?" Brian nodded and wondered what the hell was going on. He kissed Nicole and left for work. As soon as he was safely out of the way, Nicole called Nicky. She told her to arrive about five o'clock so that they would have time to prepare. Dead on time, Nicky arrived. Nicole eyed her beautiful body up and down and couldn't help thinking that she too found her sexy. Nicky was wearing a tight pair of jeans that hugged her body and showed her arse off to perfection. She kissed Nicole on the lips and came inside. Nicole lead Nicky upstairs and went into the bedroom. On the bed lay the outfits that they had decided would turn Brian on. Nicky had decided to dress as a schoolgirl. On the bed lay a white blouse, a short pleated skirt and black stockings. A black lacy thong and half cup push-up bra completed the outfit. As she took her clothes off Nicole couldn't help but admire her naked body. She could feel her pussy juices flowing as she studied Nicky's taut breasts and well formed body. Nicky was well aware that Nicole was watching her as she dressed. She deliberately took her time dressing, enjoying the power she had over Nicole. She had been surprised at first by Nicole's request but had quickly realised that she could satisfy her own fantasies about Brian and Nicole. Nicole gulped and started to undress herself. Nicole had chosen a nurses outfit for her costume. The tight blue outfit had buttons up the front and was tight across the bust. Black stockings and suspenders were essential to the outfit and she had decided to wear the same undies as Nicky. They both looked in the mirror at their images. "God you look horny Nicky. Brian will be really turned on by you" Nicky smiled and put her arm around Nicole's waist. "He isn't the only one who is turned on. You look so horny yourself." She rested her hand on Nicole's arse and fondle her cheeks. Nicole moaned softly as she felt herself being turned on by the touch. Before they could do anything they heard the front door open. "It is Showtime" said Nicole. Brian came in and sat in the chair as ordered. He was intrigued by what Nicole had in mind for him. He noticed that the lights were dimmed and that the music system was set to standby. The music system had been his present and was worked by an infra-red remote. He shook off his shoes and sat back and relaxed. Beside him was a scotch. For the first time he noticed a piece of paper on the table. He picked it up and read the block capitals. BRIAN THIS IS YOUR BIRTHDAY SURPRISE. I WANT YOU TO SIT BACK AND ENJOY. THERE IS THE REMOTE BESIDE YOU. PRESS THE ON BUTTON AND PREPARE FOR THE NIGHT OF YOUR LIFE!! Brian reached over and picked the remote up. He pressed the on button and music filled the room. He relaxed and watched as the door opened. What he saw nearly made him come straight away. It certainly made his cock jump and go hard instantly. There in the doorway stood his wife in a nurse's outfit and the dance teacher in a schoolgirls uniform. Nicky and Nicole danced into the room. Their well-worked routine was designed to make Brian hard. They danced provocatively caressing each other and dancing within Brian's grasp before slipping away. The music stopped and Nicole smiled at Brian. She told him to undress and sit back again. She motioned to Nicky to sit in the chair opposite Brian. Brian looked at the two women and knew he was going to have good fun. Nicole told Brian to push the button again. Nicole started to strip first. She slowly undid the buttons on the nurse's tunic. She turned to show Nicky her breasts before turning to Brian and dancing close. She sat on his lap and ground her pussy into his leg. Brian licked her breasts as he pulled her thong from her. She stood up again and danced close to Nicky allowing her to touch her between the legs as she danced for Brian. In honesty she wasn't just dancing for Brian but Nicky as well. As the music stopped, Nicole was naked but for her stockings. She went over and kissed Nicky allowing her to feel her body. "It's your turn now darling. Make him horny" The music started and Nicky took up where Nicole had left off. Her dance experience came to the fore as she teased and turned Brian on. She stripped off the schoolgirl uniform noticing how hard Brian was. She could feel that her pussy was soaking wet. As\ she danced she noticed that Nicole was fingering her pussy. Brian was sitting transfixed by the erotic dance in front of him. Nicky decided that she could take no more. She knelt in front of Brian as the music stopped and unzipped him. His hard cock sprang into sight and she licked her lips. She glanced at Nicole but soon realised that Nicole was lost in her own sexual world as she watched Nicky dancing. Nicky opened her mouth and took Brian's erection deep inside her mouth. Sucking noisily she pumped her head up and down on his stiffness. Brian allowed Nicky to suck him as he watched Nicole playing with herself. Before he came, he pulled out of Nicky's mouth and stood up. He undressed and sat down again. He lifted Nicky up onto his erection so she was facing Nicole. He reached around and grasped her nipples, rolling them in his fingers. Nicky shifted her weight and started to ride the erection that was sunk into her sopping pussy. She watched in excitement as Nicole writhed in ecstasy as her fingers dipped in and out of her pussy. She felt Brian's hardness pounding into her and she knew that they were all going to come. Nicole felt her orgasm hit her as she watched then horny sight of Brian fucking Nicky. She could hear the slurping as Brian's hard dick slipped in and out of Nicky's sopping pussy. She came as Nicky and Brian screamed with the force of their own orgasms. As three came down from their own highs, Brian broke the silence by saying, "Thanks girls. That was some birthday present. Hope it isn't over yet." Brian looked at Nicky who shook her head. "If Nicole is game then we can make a night of it. After all I haven't seen you fuck Nicole yet and I want some of her too" Nicole smiled and walked over to the couple. She took Nicky's face in her hands and kissed her deeply. Her hand caressed her boobs while the other fondled Brian. That wasn't the end of the evening as they licked and fucked all night. The next morning Brian said that he had the best birthday ever and he was already planning what he could do for Nicole. But that's another story... The Birthday Present Ch. 01 Eyes... piercing, pools of light Lips... succulent, pouting Hair... soft straight, off the shoulders To describe the woman is like trying to catch the end of the rainbow! Impossible...While laying beside me in bed, she is a goddess, her movements so breathtaking. As we kiss, her eyes closed, tongues touching, the heat of passion flowing from her body like lava. Capturing me in her warmth. I can feel the heat as it rises from her; like a wildfire consuming the surrounding area. I slowly place my hand on her breast and her nipple, instantly erect, the fleshy little nub so soft: and yet hard as an eraser...I slowly roll it between my finger and thumb. She arches her back, trying to push it deeper in my hand. Our tongues dueling. Tasting, touching. Sensually dancing inside our mouths. I reach back and take her hand and slowly tie her arm to the corner of the bed... her eyes open wide... questioning, as I continue to tie her to each of the four bedposts. Then the blindfold! She smiles, as she knows she will love every moment. I get up from the bed. "Donna!" "I have a surprise for you!" she smiles. I walk across the room and open the door. As she lies there wondering what the surprise is she feels a breath on her nipple. A tongue flicks out and touches it. But there is something strange... a different scent, sweet, musky. She realizes it is not him! Suddenly she felt the long fingernail slowly trailing down her chest, moving softly down ever closer, and then softly flicking her clit. The shock was like nothing she had ever felt...Suddenly a pair of soft lips began kissing her... definitely a woman's lips! Oh my God. Frank found a woman for me! We had discussed it several times but I never thought! As I watched the scene unfold before me I sat in a chair across the room as Sandy, Donna's friend proceeded to start to pleasure Donna. My aching prick was trying to push through my pants, so I took them off quietly. So she did not know I was there. Sandy winked at me...looked at my raging manhood and smiled knowingly. And then she returned to the task at hand: Donna! Her nail was constantly flicking her clit as she kissed her... God it was so hot! And then her tongue replaced her finger and Donna was writhing and moaning. So then Sandy straddled Donna's face and they began licking and sucking each other as the scene was getting hotter, I sat back stroking my cock...They both were moaning and shuddering. Their first orgasm of the evening. Rocking their bodies. Moans and squeals of delight ignite the quiet of the room. And Sandy turned around and they kissed again, sharing each other's juices... and as they kissed I walked over and slide my dick between their lips. Both of them greedily sucked and licking, driving me closer and closer, and as I began to cum, Sandy clamped her mouth over my cock and sucked all of my cum until she drained me. My knees weak, I had to sit and watch again, and as Sandy smiled at me, she turned and then began kissing Donna again! Now they had all of our juices mixing together and I joined them tasting each of their combined juices and mine too! So then we untied Donna and we all got in bed together and... As we lay there resting I asked Donna if she was enjoying her present. "It has been wonderful so far!" she whispered. She snuggled back against me. Here I was the center of a sandwich! Donna in front of me spooned up against me, and Sandy behind me. Soon it was quite obvious that my cock had other ideas than rest... as it soon became hard again and was trailing up Donna's leg settling between her thighs. I could feel the heat emanating from her. As she parted her legs to make room for me, she shuddered slightly as my cock rubbed against her. "That feels so good." She said, "I want you now!" She got up and pushed me on my back and straddling me, takes my cock in her hand and places the tip against her moist lips as she slowly impales herself on my manhood. I watch as her eyes become slits and the passion forms on her face...she rocks back and forth...finding the right speed to pleasure herself as I knead and caress her breasts and nipples. "God that is so hot!" Sandy says! And she kneels closer and takes Donna's nipple between her lips and suckles like a newborn...all the while fingering herself and trying to match the tempo set by Donna's movement on my cock. Donna leans forward and I move to suckle those perfect 34's...and suddenly I feel a tongue lapping at my balls, and Donna groans as I can tell the tongue has move to lapping at the point where our bodies meet and then lapping at her anus as Donna explodes "OH God! That's it push it in" she says as I feel Sandy's tongue pushing in and that makes me also explode filling Donna with my love juices, as I reach up and kiss her. Then Sandy soon is joining us as she squeals in delight and I see that Donna has moved to join in, fingering Sandy's moist pussy! And we fall asleep...Donna still astride me, my cock still inside and her and with her with fingers still plunged in Sandy's pussy. As we slowly start to fall asleep Donna kisses me again and says, "It will be hard to top this gift next year!" And I just look into those dark brown pools and smile at her... To be continued... The Birthday Present Ch. 01 This story is a complete work of fiction and any resemblance to any persons living or dead is completely unintended. All activities engaged within involve consenting participants over 18 years old. ***** I remember your fantasy and I know you want this, yet still I'm nervous. Will you be okay with it? I know you'll fight, that's part of the fantasy, but how do I know if you're serious or not? I should have made you sign a waiver, I think to myself as I lie in wait for you. I hear your heels clicking down the hallway. Ah well, too late now, I realize. Putting my doubts and nerves aside I prepare to move. The door is only open a crack and as I peer out, I see you approaching. White blouse tucked into a short pleated black skirt. The skirt will make this easier, though the black nylons that encase your legs will have to go. The simple heel you're wearing is just enough to stretch out the muscles of your calves and make your legs look simply gorgeous. My eyes hungrily drift up your body. The padding of your bra suggests that there is more than there is, but I know differently. The thought makes me smile. We'll soon have the real you out of the packaging. You've done your make-up in that natural, yet sensual way you have. Lipstick enhancing the natural colour but not so dark as to be over-powering, eye shadow and liner designed to enhance beauty rather than create it. You always take my breath away with your casual sensuality. You've opted to pull your hair back into a simple tail, which honestly makes this a bit easier. Though your hair is beautiful when free, it does get in the way at times. Besides, I laugh to myself, there is a certain irony to having the hair as tightly bound as I will soon have the rest of you. My heart is pounding in my chest; I'm almost surprised you can't hear it. But you keep walking towards my hiding place and I do my best to calm my nerves. I wait until you're even with the door. I want to take you by surprise, to catch you before you can react. You've moved just past and I lunge. In my mind I decide I'm like a trap-door spider in the desert capturing its unsuspecting prey. My right hand slides around your waist as I pull you close, while my left clamps a cloth down over your mouth and nose. I admit to myself that I'm likely cheating, but the ether I borrowed from med department will stop you from fighting. Inhaling the fumes, you're limp as I pull you back into the stairwell. The heavy door swings shut behind us, the 'click' as it closes seems to echo off the concrete. Your limp body is surprisingly difficult to handle and I find myself struggling to find the best way, it's always the unanticipated things that make these fantasies more exciting. I finally manage to turn you toward me and hoist you over my shoulder. Carrying you down the stairs I can't help but find myself aroused by the feel of your nylon clad legs against my hand. I succumb to my own personal weakness and run my hand over your fabric-covered ass. My arousal makes itself known and I find myself hard against my jeans. Patience I tell myself over and over again, it becomes a mantra that I use to stop myself from ravaging you right there in the stairwell. I watch you, my friends told me that the ether would knock you out for a bit and that when you came too you'd be groggy at first, they were right. Watching awareness come back to you is a pleasure in itself. The usual little sounds of someone waking from a deep sleep, only as you try to shift you find you can't move. I think it's this sudden restraint that brings reality crashing back on you. Your eye's flutter open, only to shut again against the intensity of the bright lights. The lights are a nice touch I think, bright enough to keep you disoriented while allowing you to be so clearly seen. You call out, or at least you would if not for the ball gag that makes it impossible. You try to shift again, but the restraints hold you. You pull harder, your back arches as you try to get leverage. I chuckle to myself, the only thing this does is thrust your chest out to good advantage. You twist your head from side-to-side trying desperately to see, but still the lights make it impossible to make anything out. I let you squirm like this for a while. Legs, arms, back, everything testing and pushing against the bonds that hold you. Perspiration forms on your skin as you finally begin to realize that your efforts are futile. Finally, breathing heavily around your gag and through your nose, you collapse back and lie still as you try to take stock of your situation. I watch you carefully test your bindings. Each pull and tug only allowing a small amount of movement. "Are you done?" I ask quietly, my voice visibly startling you. Your head turns as you track the sound of my voice and I watch you squint against the light to try and make out my features. I laugh deep and low, this is why I wear the mask. Stepping forward I know the back lighting obscures my features, throwing me into a strange silhouette. That's okay, that's not what I want you to focus on right now anyway. I raise the blade in my hand, twisting it so the light glints off the polished steel. Your eyes widen in surprise. I didn't even need the mask, I realize, as your eyes never leave the blade as I approach. When I stop approaching, I'm close enough to hear your breathing, close enough to see your pupils dilate. In something akin to slow motion, I move the blade to your blouse and place it against the top button. You feel the slight tug against the material before the blade severs the threads and the button pops then bounces against the floor. I move on to the next and then the next, until your blouse gapes. With a flick of my wrist I push the material aside and you are suddenly exposed in just your bra. The cool air against your flesh is a catalyst that seems to fire your independent streak and you twist and turn as you struggle against the restraints. Well, struggle until the cold metal touches the tender flesh just below your bellybutton; then you are suddenly still. You don't realize of course, but it's the back of the blade that touches your flesh, I would never risk actually cutting that perfect flesh. But, that again is my secret and you have no way to know. As I'd hoped, you exhale as you try to suck in your stomach and pull as much of your flesh away from the blade as you can. It makes sense of course, get away from the danger. And, of course, I was counting on it. You've given me the gap I'd been looking for and I slide the blade down along your stomach beneath the waist of your skirt. I lightly pull and the sharp blade cuts through the fabric. Its relatively short work for me to cut the remnants of blouse and skirt away and leave you in just your nylons and bra, the nylons will go next but who wants to use a blade on those? Not when you can have the pleasure of sliding your hands along such a perfect body, feeling that fast paced breathing, that skin quivering as you slide your fingers along the waist of the flimsy material. Not when you can feel the satisfying tear of that material as you rip it apart with your bare hands. Such a thrill to see your pale flesh exposed from the dark material. Reaching for the blade again, I pull the last of the nylon material away and move back up your body. I can't resist letting the back of the blade tickle up your exposed calf and thigh and finally your hip and stomach as I prepare to remove your bra. I run the back of the blade over the flesh above your breasts, almost a loving caress of cold steel. The touch is light enough to bring goose bumps and I smile at your reaction. The blade to make short work of your bra straps before I slip it along your cleavage and finally, after so much anticipation, cut the bra free. You inhale sharply as the support's reassuring pressure is suddenly lost. I pull the fabric free and gleefully watch your nipples hardening under the coolness of the room. Your areolas are magnificent, a darker flesh-tone against the paleness of your skin, your nipples rising from them like tiny mountains questing for the heavens. A quick flick with the back of the blade against that sensitive flesh surprises you and you gasp as well as you can against the gag. I laugh at your reaction and turn away from you. The cough from the other side of the room breaks the silence. I glance back to check; sure enough, you've gone pale with shock... we are not alone. Laughing as I return to you, I watch you turn your head from side-to-side looking to see who else is witnessing your domination. You're so preoccupied that you don't even notice me as I approach. I turn away, so my body hides my actions and light the candle that I'm holding. The flame takes quickly and the wick burns well. In less time than you would think, wax begins to liquefy and run down the shaft. I look back at you. Perfect, I decide. My audience knows what I'm about to do and have rustled or moved with anticipation. You are paying no attention to me in the slightest, not even looking in my direction. But, that will change in moments. Turning back towards you, I tilt the candle slightly and the hot wax no longer runs down the long white shaft. Instead it falls, gravity lands it on your already hardened nipple. The heat catches you by surprise and your head whips back in my direction as the second drop of wax follows the first, splashing hotly against your creamy breast. The third drop makes you groan in protest. The drops come faster now, hot against your flesh. Your groans have started sounding more and more like moans. An evil smile crosses my lips. Shifting between drops, I move the candle so the next flow of hot wax splashes against your untouched nipple. There's no doubting it this time, definitely a moan as the already erect nipple hardens and stretches further. It doesn't take long to cover your breasts in a thin layer of wax, your body acclimatizing to the heat and sensation. Blowing the candle out I put it aside and reach for the blade. With the back of the weapon I begin removing the wax, the cold hard metal pressing against your soft flesh as it scrapes. When I pass over your sensitive nipples your back arches at the sensation. I laugh softly at you. Shifting, I move down your body, I don't want to over work those sensitive bits. Besides, I think, I've been neglecting part of you. The blade makes quick work of your panties and with a bit of pressure on the restraints, I pull your legs apart exposing you completely. The glistening wetness of your pussy catches my eye. You're as excited as I'd hoped. Running my hand up your leg and along your inner thigh, I caress up to your wetness. My fingers sliding between the lips of your pussy and even I'm surprised at how well lubricated you are. You gasp again as my fingers brush across your hardening clit. I turn away from you. "Incredibly wet," I announce. "Does anyone wish to confirm it?" There's a cacophony as chairs are moved. Apparently, others wish to check. "Allow me to prepare her," I announce again. Moving quickly I grab the thick black silk scarf I'd brought for just such an opportunity and drape it over your face. The material, folded in half as it is, is enough to leave you blind. You shake your head in frustration, but I quickly tie it securely. Thank you again for the ponytail. Blind and tied as you are, all you can do is wait. You hear the footsteps approaching. Feel the presence of others near you. The first touch causes your breath to catch in your throat. And so it begins, for the next five minutes, though I'm sure it seems longer to you, you are poked and prodded by strange, anonymous fingers and hands. Five minutes of being violated, explored. Some are gentle and teasing, enjoying your reactions to their touches. Others are more concerned about their own enjoyment and treat you roughly as the play with your exposed pussy. Finally the touches die off and people return to their seats. I leave the blindfold in place as I move down between your legs. Your lips are red and a bit rough from the handling, but the moisture is seeping down your thighs and ass. I marvel at how aroused you've become. I gently trace a finger along the soft flesh of your exposed vagina and you shudder at the touch. I realize how close you are to climaxing. It seems cruel not to put you out of your misery. With soft, teasing touches I begin caressing and playing with you. Your body responds and I hear your moans as I trace small light circles around your clit. I slide my fingers down into your wetness and let my index finger push into you. Sliding out, wet and well lubricated I add a second finger as I thrust back inside you. You moan around your gag. My left hand finger fucking deep inside you, I use the fingers of my right to tease across your little nub. At the first touch, your hips arch up as you try to take my fingers deeper. Faster and faster I thrust in and out, my other hand keeping time with strokes across your clit. I don't have long to wait. Your breathing comes faster and faster. Your hips buck as you writhe in your restraints. You are getting so close and a strange tension falls over the room as we all wait for your climax. A friend steps out of the shadows and approaches. He meets my eyes and I nod. Quickly he reaches around your neck and releases the gag, pulling it free. You gasp for air as you moan and writhe. The room is filled with the sounds of your impending orgasm. "Fuck, Fuck, FUCK, FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!" you scream in ecstasy as you finally come. Your entire body spasms with pleasure, the muscles tight, your pussy is pouring out its moisture. The seconds tick by with you frozen in time as the sensations crash through your body. Finally you collapse in exhaustion. The applause is thunderous, but you're barely conscious now. Dimly you're aware of people leaving the room... To Be Continued. The Birthday Present Ch. 02 This story is a complete work of fiction and any resemblance to any persons living or dead is completely unintended. All activities engaged within involve consenting participants over 18 years old. ***** I see your breathing is starting to steady as you come down off the high of your orgasm. You're on the verge of unconsciousness and I give you time to relax and recover. You'll need your energy; we're so not done yet. I've taken over one of the Universities medical teaching rooms for this little game. The tiered seating and the examination table worked perfectly for the first part. I make a quick round and ensure that the doors are locked. It's the weekend and there aren't any classes, but still I don't want anyone accidently coming in and seeing what I have planned for you. Returning to you, I take a moment to enjoy the view of your naked body. Still bound by the wrists and ankles, you've somehow managed to fall asleep. The remnants of wax still coat your breast, while the liquid from your climax is beginning to dry on your thighs. Some of your hair has pulled free from your ponytail and your lipstick has been smeared from the gag. You've honestly, never looked sexier. Sigh, I think with a little smile, its time to wake you up. Stepping to the table that holds the toys I've brought I select the next. The butt plug is tapered for easy entry and, while not huge, will definitely make an impact. I quickly layer a nice slathering of lubricant on the hard rubber and move to your sleeping form. On your back as you are, I have to release some of the pressure from your legs to bend them and bring them up. I'm worried you'll wake up for this, and you do sort of, your eyelids fluttering as you return to your reality. I hurry. With your knees up, your ass is exposed and your puckered little rosebud waits. A little more lube just for comfort and I line the toy up with your sphincter. "Hmmmm," you murmur in your partially awake state as you feel something touch your ass. One firm thrust and the rubber pushes into your hole. Your sphincter tightens to fight it as your eyes snap open. The gasp of shock as the toy violates you is magnificent and I push the toy to its base. The plug is designed so that it narrows just before its base and as your sphincter tightens around the narrowed rubber I know I don't need to hold it in place anymore. You're eyes are wide as you shift uncomfortably trying to adjust to the toy that's pressing on your bowls. "Why?" I hear you whisper and I blink at you through my mask. I debate answering, but I don't want to risk you figuring out who I am. I was foolish earlier when I spoke. I did not intend to make the same mistake again. I didn't want to spoil the mystery. I didn't want to take away the thrill. I ignore your question and return to the table to gather the next tools for your torment. With wide eyes you see me return with the clamps. I hear you whimper in anticipation, whether in fear or excitement it's hard to tell. Using the teeth of the clamp, I remove more of the wax from your nipples. Each scrape of the metal across your flesh seems to send a little spasm across your body. Finally, I slowly release the clamp, letting the teeth close on that sensitive nub that has once again risen to meet me. I repeat the process on the other side, this time letting the teeth close more quickly. I'm rewarded with a small moan as they close. The two clamps are linked with a small chain and, giving it a tug, I hear your breath catch as both nipples are roughly pulled. You cast a fierce glance my way and I smile beneath my mask. So much attitude, I laugh to myself, so much fight. I hold up the next clamp so you can see it. Similar to the others, its stainless steel with ridged teeth. You stare at it in confusion and I can almost read your mind as you try to figure out where the clamp is going. I shift towards your waist and realization flushes through you. You struggle and buck against the restraints. Hidden from view I switch out the clamp with the nasty teeth for one with a flat surface and run my hand against your thighs and pussy as I separate your lips. A flick of the finger wakens your clit and I bring the clamp to its new home. Your hips are bucking against me as the cold metal makes contact, but the juice is also running from your vagina as your obvious excitement comes through. "No, no, no," you plead as the clamp closes on your clit. Your denials are refuted by what can only be described as the most satisfied groan I've ever heard. While proof of your enjoyment puddles on the table. I leave you like that for a few moments, listening to your soft moans as you shift positions and the clamps pull ever so slightly. Each light tug and movement seems to send shivers through you. I take a moment to replace the blindfold over your eyes and secure it. Removing my mask and wearing a wide smile, I carefully release the clamp on your clit and watch the tension release in your body. The nub of your clit is engorged and hard, protruding from your lips and begging to be played with. A light tug on the chain connecting the clamps on your nipples forces a groan from you as I slide you down toward the end of the table. Bending forward I lean between your legs, my warm breath on tickling the fine hairs along your pussy. You squirm at the sensation before reality hits and you go very still. You've realized that things are about to change. The first taste, the first gentle caress of my tongue across your lips is long anticipated yet over too soon, the paradoxical combination of sweet and salty an ambrosia to me. My own arousal spikes and before I realize it I'm hungrily sucking and licking your vagina. My tongue swirls circles around your nub before delving deep into your slit. Your moans grow as I play. Deeper and faster I suck and lick, each flick and twist of my tongue receiving an answering moan. You writhe in the restraints as your body responds to my ministrations and soon your juices are flowing freely down my chin. I am in my own form of ecstasy now and couldn't stop if I wanted too. Not that you want me too. Your moans are filling the room now and I'm glad it's the weekend and the campus is nearly empty. Neither of us would appreciate an interruption now. Suddenly your body stiffens, your muscles lock and your back arches, your moan is more a scream of passion than anything else. The liquid of your climax fills my mouth and it's all I can do to swallow quickly enough. You stay locked like that for several moments as you ride your orgasm, my mouth still working your vagina, the strokes of my tongue beginning to slow as you near that line where pleasure becomes pain. Your body finally collapses in exhaustion and a last caress of my tongue causes a spasm of after shock through you. In some semblance of kindness I move away from your abused pussy and wipe your juices from my chin. "Mmmmmmm," you murmur. "DJ that was wonderful." I stop, stunned at your words. "You knew?" I ask quietly. "Who else would do that for me," you reply tiredly. "Besides, you have a way about you. It's unmistakable." "Happy Birthday, beautiful," I finally reply as I unfasten your restraints and gently slide the plug from your ass. The Birthday Present Ch. 02 As Nick made his way to the hotel he racked his brains trying to guess what Jenny had in store for him. All she had said was that she hoped he would enjoy his birthday surprise as much as she had enjoyed hers. Five weeks ago Nick had bought Jenny a long string of pearls. Initially disappointed with her gift, she later told him that she had never experienced a night like it, as he used the pearls to fill both her pussy and ass to the brim, before taking her out to a trendy bar with them lodged inside her. At the bar he had teased her to the point of making her come before taking her back to the hotel and making her come several times over again as he expertly extracted the beads, roundly fucking her in both holes as he did so. And to top it all, he also bought her exactly the piece of jewellery she had wanted as her 'proper' gift. Nick had put a lot of thought and careful planning into Jenny's surprise gift. Of course it wasn't an entirely selfless act as he too had had the most fantastic time that evening. But try as he might he couldn't guess what Jenny might have thought up for him. She had texted him with the hotel name and room number. He was to be there at 8.30. - As he arrived he noted that the hotel was relatively small and seemed to be designed in a boutique style. The foyer was quiet and luxurious with several huge leather sofas where a couple of guests were relaxing enjoying an evening drink presumably before heading out. Nodding casually at the receptionist, Nick passed through the foyer and headed for the lift. Room 36 was where Jen had told him to be waiting. He travelled to the fourth floor, in this small hotel it was the top floor and these were probably the best rooms he reasoned Jenny answered the door almost immediately when he knocked and he could tell she was excited. She greeted him with a long slow kiss, then took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. He watched her perfect ass sway in the short silk robe she wore. Then he managed to tear his eyes off her long enough to take in his surroundings. "How the hell did you afford this room?" A huge four poster bed stood in the middle of the room. A leather sofa sat against one wall, a mirror above it taking up almost the whole wall making the room look even bigger than it was. The wall on the other side of the bed was made up of floor to ceiling double doors. This was more a suite than a room. "Never you mind how I paid for it. Just enjoy it" She poured him a glass of champagne from a bottle resting in an ice bucket at the bottom of the bed. "All you need to do is relax and enjoy my birthday treat. Like I did yours" Relax. That's all he had to do. But it was easier said than done. Nick liked being in control in the bedroom. Loved calling the shots. He had enjoyed giving Jenny her birthday present at least as much as she had enjoyed receiving it, if not more. Now here he was being asked to be the passive partner. "C'mon sexy, do it for me. You won't regret it, I promise" At which point she calmly undid her robe and slowly held it open. Her amazing body looked more incredible than ever in the skimpiest bra and panties he had ever seen her in. They clung to her tanned firm curves like they had been sprayed on. Her large breasts spilling out over the top of the black and gold bra, and the matching thong scarcely covered her smooth mound. He nodded and smiled. "Whatever you say baby". He had never before put himself in the hands of a lover like this, but he reckoned she was worth it. And he trusted her. She closed the robe and tied it tight again. "Right, now why don't you strip out of those clothes and get yourself on this bed I'm paying a fortune for" He unbuttoned his shirt, unzipped his trousers, pulled of his shoes and placed them all neatly on a chair. "On the bed" she repeated. He climbed on and lay there not knowing quite what to do. Jenny gleefully jumped on the bed and straddled him. Tugging at his boxers which he had opted to keep on, she teased him. "Not like you to be modest big boy. We'll soon have these off you, don't worry. But first, put those arms up for me" Hesitantly he raised his arms above his head. In a flash she took one wrist and secured it in a cuff that was already attached to one of the bed posts. "What the....?" Nick exclaimed as he instinctively withdrew his free hand. "Trust me. You are going to love every second of this. It will be a birthday you will never ever forget" she said softly, and took his free hand and stretched it back out and cuffed it. She turned around and slid his boxers off and down his legs. As she eased his pants off his right foot he felt a cord around his ankle, felt it pulled taut. Seconds later his other foot was similarly tied. He was bound spreadeagled on the bed now, seriously outside of his comfort zone. He did trust Jenny, but he had never been in anything like this situation before, not even fooling around. And now here he was naked and helpless. She scampered back up to sit on his midriff. "Almost done" she said, and then slowly shed her robe so she sat on him in just that incredible lingerie. She pulled the robe's silk sash out of its loops and trailed it over his chest, across his face. She leant forward and threaded it under his head, wrapped it around and over and before he knew what was happening he was blindfolded as well as securely bound. "When you said 'trust me' I didn't know you meant this kind of trussed!" he joked, trying to use humour to mask his nervousness and vulnerability. She didn't laugh at his attempt, maybe she smiled but of course he wouldn't know as he couldn't see a thing. It was with relief as much as anything else that he felt her mouth on his nipple. For a split second he hadn't been entirely sure the evening was going in the right direction. Thoughts had flashed through his mind - trying to fathom any grievance from their time together that she may have had that she planned to exact revenge for. But now, as she bit softly into his chest his body relaxed a little. Now it felt like she was just intent on spoiling him, ravishing him as he lay there. His cock had not been fully erect as a result of his nervousness and uncertainty, but now as she continued to kiss and nibble her way down his torso, it sprang into life, thickening and growing, anticipating the feel of her tongue teasing his knob as she reached it. He wasn't disappointed. He moaned as she first licked his cock all over and then took his knob in her mouth. She was always great at fellatio, but tonight she was surpassing herself, taking it further in her mouth than she ever had before, flicking the underside of his knob with the tip of her tongue, sucking gently on his balls. He can only have been lying there, tied up and having his cock pleasured, for ten minutes or so, but his mouth was as dry as sandpaper. So when she took him by surprise by easing one of her beautiful full breasts into his mouth he struggled at first to lick properly on her soft, ripe nipple. But soon he was sucking away at it for all he was worth. From somewhere in his hugely distracted state, he managed the thought that she had been remarkably agile and nimble on the bed. He hadn't felt her clamber over his legs or up his body but of course she must have done for him to be feasting on her tits as he was. The thought didn't last long, as those magnificent and by now quite slippery breasts began to drag backwards and forwards across his face, and he concentrated on trying to catch one of her nipples in his mouth like he was apple bobbing. But the thought came shooting back into his head immediately that he felt her mouth once again on his cock. He was still licking at her breasts....how on earth could she contort herself to manage that. His head was fuzzy, due to his mouth being full of her sumptuous tits and his cock being sucked by her luscious lips. But no!...no!... this didn't make any sense. It was impossible. As much as he hated to, some strange natural instinct forced him to try and understand what was happening, rather than just enjoy it all. "Jen...baby...what's going on?" he said, his head to one side to allow him to talk. She laughed. "This is your birthday present sweetie. Are you not enjoying it?" "It's fucking incredible. But.... But I don't understand.... how?... what?" "Well" she dragged the word out for dramatic effect "we're not exactly alone" She laughed again and this time another giggle came from further down the bed "Who... who's with us?!" "Mmmm.... well who would you want it to be?" Oh Christ! Which one of her friends was it? Jen had some seriously hot mates. Could it be Lucy, long legs, long blonde hair and always showing off her amazing rack with low cut tops? Or Karen, caramel skin, curly black hair falling down her back towards her amazing butt, and those big, big brown eyes? Then Nick realised he could fall into a nasty trap. If he guessed which friend it was and got it wrong he risked upsetting whoever it was currently sucking his cock. He decided to play it dumb. "I don't know....I...can't...really....think straight at the moment" "Well I don't think you'll be disappointed. Say Hi to Marie" Jen whipped off the sash tied around his head and as Nick blinked in the light trying to focus, he took in the sight of the beautiful Marie. She was a friend of Jen's from work. He'd only met her maybe twice. She had smouldering Mediterranean looks with curly chestnut hair down to her shoulders, a cute smile and twinkling eyes and, as he could see now for the first time, the most delicious looking pert and perky titties. "H...Hi Marie" It was all Nick could manage "Hi Nick. You have a gorgeous cock. And so so tasty!" Marie smiled and waved at Nick as she sat between his legs, her other hand still wanking slowly on his cock. "I told Marie about the amazing present you gave me. She thought it was so, so sexy. She's always had a bit of a crush on you, I knew that from the first time you met me after work. When I told her I wanted to give you an awesome present in return, she just begged me to let her help give it to you" Jen stroked his face and kissed him. "Thank you...you...you're beautiful... you're both so fucking beautiful" Nick was still in shock "Well lie back and enjoy it for now baby, get some rest. 'Cos we're going to untie you soon enough and when we do you have to fuck both our brains out" purred Jenny "But first we have a few little treats for you" added Marie With that she let go of his cock and moved up the bed, kneeling on one side of him. It gave Nick a chance to take a closer look at her body. All she was wearing was a tiny white lace thong that looked incredible against her tanned skin. Her body was tight and toned, her small breasts were a contrast to Jenny's heavy ones and her dark nipples with large areola looked like they were aching to be sucked. Jenny bounced up on the bed and knelt alongside Nick too, across from Marie. "When Marie suggested this as a present I wasn't sure at first. I've never done anything like it before. So what you're about to witness is the first time I've ever kissed a woman" With that the girls leant across Nick and embraced, their mouths locking together in a passionate lingering kiss. Marie broke off from the kiss and looked down at Nick. "I on the other hand have kissed, and fucked, many women. And I'm going to teach your girlfriend a few new tricks" With that she resumed kissing Jenny. Nick watched as her expert tongue snaked inside Jen's open mouth, licking at her lips. As she did so her hands travelled up Jenny's body to cup her full breasts in her hands, rolling Jen's hard nipples between her fingers. Jenny threw her head back in response to this attention, and Marie licked at her throat and bit into her neck. Nick lay there and watched as the two girls made out on top of him, Jenny following Marie's lead. Marie slowly peeled Jenny's panties down and slipped two fingers inside her sopping pussy, before offering those fingers to Nick to taste. As turned on as he was by that, he had to admit he couldn't wait for a taste of Marie's sweet cunt. He didn't have to wait too long, as Marie took Jenny's hand and placed it on her own pussy, pulling her white panties to one side. Jenny seemed a little nervous, and unsure, so Marie kept her own hand on top of Jen's and helped her massage her pussy, gently urging a couple of Jenny's fingers in. Before long Jenny had become accustomed to the idea and was enthusiastically frigging Marie. Marie could see how avidly Nick was watching as his girlfriend's fingers got wetter and wetter. So she pulled Jenny's hand away and held it up in the air so all three of them could see her juices glistening on Jenny's fingers. Marie gave Nick a sexy sink and he was sure he was going to now going to taste her. But instead she teased him by directing Jenny's hand towards her mouth. Jenny took them in her mouth and slowly sucked away at them. "Mmmm.... that's so sexy... your first taste of pussy!" Marie beamed "you want more baby?" "Yes... yes I do... I want to taste more....I love it" replied Jenny "Then get that gorgeous tongue of yours down here and lick me" Doing as she told, Jenny lay across Nick and started to lap away between Marie's legs. Marie must have seen the frustration on Nick's face. "Your turn will come soon enough, lover boy, don't you worry. But I have been fantasizing for over a year about your gorgeous girlfriend going down on me, and I just need to enjoy the moment if you know what I mean" As if in consolation, Marie took hold of Nick's hard cock and slowly wanked on it. Nick couldn't quite believe what was happening. Used to being the one in control, first he had let his girlfriend subdue him, and now it was this girl he hardly knew calling the shots, in control of both of them. He had imagined having two women on many occasions, but it was always him running the show in his fantasies, never had it been like this, with him as a passive spectator, thankful for any scraps that fell his way. Marie was moaning and thrusting her crotch into Jenny's face, one hand on the back of Jen's head as she did so. "He's been very patient, the poor lamb. I think it's time he had a little reward, don't you?" she said "I think he deserves a nice long kiss" With that she guided Jenny's head gently towards Nick's face, and as his girlfriend kissed him deep on the mouth it was the most erotic kiss he had ever experienced, tasting another woman's pussy on her lips and tongue. Soon Marie joined them. The logistics of the three-way kiss took some getting used to for novices Nick and Jenny, but it seemed like Marie knew what she was doing. Again, she took the initiative. "I really need cock now. I want your boyfriend's cock inside me Jen" "What do you think honey? Is it ok if Marie sits on your cock?" "Yes" It seemed such an inadequate response, but what else do you say in such a situation? "Amazing!" Marie jumped up on the bed and, standing over Nick, shimmied out of her panties. She squatted down over his cock, her smooth pussy hovering just inches above it. "Ready?!" Jen was still lying on the bed, her face close to Nick's. "Mmmm....she has such a cute little pussy doesn't she?... it's going to be so sexy watching her sit on your cock" "I can't believe you're doing all this for me" "You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to have a threesome. When I told Marie about the necklace she said you must be a great lover to do something like that - you so are by the way - she said she'd love to find out for herself, and she was so persuasive that this would be the ideal gift. And she was so so right" "Oh God!" Marie was performing a gymnastic feat as she dipped down to rub her pussy along the shaft of Nick's cock. "Now, I want to watch her lower that tight little pussy of hers on to your magnificent cock. Watch it slide in inch by inch. And when she has all of you inside her, well then my beautiful man, I'm going to sit down on your face so you can make me come with that amazing tongue of yours. You will have one of us riding your cock while the other rides your face. And then we'll swap, and you'll get to taste that sweet cunt of hers properly. I've never tasted a girl before of course but I can assure you that Marie tastes delicious" Jenny whispered these words into Nick's ear as together they watched Marie grasp hold of his tumescent cock and direct it towards her pouting sex, rubbing his knob against her pussy lips. Looking up and grinning at the two of them she slowly began to lower herself onto it. "Happy Birthday Honey" Jenny whispered as together they watched his knob disappear inside her friend. It was almost enough to make him come there and then, but he was doing all he could to hold back. Soon Marie was fully impaled on his hard cock., her muscles clenching him as she inched down on it. Jenny kissed his cheek and then, true to her word, straddled his face so that he could fuck her with his tongue. Soon both girls were grinding and writhing away on top of him. After a while they did indeed swap positions, only whereas Jenny had faced towards Marie when she rode his face, Marie had other ideas. As Jenny slid down onto his cock and started to ride him hard, Marie sat on his chest, facing him. Lifting her backside up, her feet on the bed above his head, her hands behind her supporting her, she presented him with her swollen, pouting, well-fucked pussy just in front of his face. She could see how much he wanted to thrust his tongue inside her, and was teasing snd taunting him. Slowly, she edged towards him until the tip of his tongue could reach her when he strained forward. Then she pushed her pussy onto his tongue and let him taste her juices properly for the first time. "That's it baby, taste me, lick me, eat me" she shouted as his mouth devoured her. She had been teasing herself too, he was sure as he felt her juices flowing out of her soon after she sat on his face and he was sure she was cumming. Judging by how wet his balls felt, he thought it pretty likely that Jenny had cum too. "Right, time to get to work" Marie giggled a while later. The girls jumped off and unshackled him. His arms and legs were a little numb from their restrained positions. But soon he was up and raring to go, eager to release some of the frustration he had built up over the hour or so he was tied up. He had both girls kneel side by side at the end of the bed, their arses just the right height for him as he stood behind them. He fucked them in turn, pulling out from one and plunging into the other seconds later. He was fucking them as hard and as fast as he could. They had had their fun, toying with him, and now he was desperate to release his load. Sensing this, suddenly Marie took control again. "Jenny darling, lie underneath me. Then when this stud of a boyfriend of yours pumps his hot cum in my tight cunt, you can taste it as it flows out of me" Good God. Nick had always thought that he had a kinky streak. But this girl was something else. Jenny did as she was told, and lay down with her face directly beneath Marie's pussy. As Nick's cock glided in and out of her friend's pussy she licked at anything she could reach... Marie's clit...Nick's cock... or his balls. It didn't take long for Nick to cum, knowing what was going to happen next. He grasped hold of Marie's hips as his cock exploded, and when he felt he had emptied every last drop he pulled out of her and fell back to sit in a leather chair a few feet behind him. Marie reached back and held her lips open as the first drops of his thick white cum appeared. It trickled slowly out of her pouting lips and trailed down into Jenny's open mouth. The Birthday Present Ch. 02 "Don't be greedy, save some for me" he heard Marie say Sure enough, when most of his sticky emission had flowed out of Marie's pussy, Jenny flipped around and kissed her full on the mouth, sharing his cum with Marie. Later, as the three of them sprawled on the bed together, limbs entwined, Jenny was bemoaning the fact that their birthdays were so far off now. "Well, it's mine in a couple of months" smiled Marie. The Birthday Present Ch. 2 Lauren was upstairs in her room when the doorbell rang downstairs. Brushing the last stray hairs from her face, she bounded down stairs exuberantly. Giving herself a final once over in the full-length hall mirror, she pouted her lips and struck a sexy pose, hoping her brother was watching. As she pulled open the door and greeted the guests, she remembered how she and her brother had "reacquainted themselves" earlier that morning. It had started as breakfast--but it had ended in a world-class fuck in the shower. She remembered how she had screamed when she and her brother had come at the same time and how the water had run down between her breasts, tingling all the way. It was precious. And it was their little secret. Guests soon began coming in a steady stream, she had invited half the school (or so it seemed) to her big 18th birthday bash. Her whole house was hung with "Finally Legal" signs that her friends had made as jokes, but that had really come true that morning. The party was a swim/barbeque/hang-out thing and so many of the party goers had congregated outside. She used this as a chance to show off her new birthday clothes. Her gift from her parents was a shopping spree. They were so busy with work (as usual) that they didn't even bother to buy her a gift. Just left her a note and the credit card. So after the shower-suck-and-fuck, she and Ryan had driven out to the mall where she found the cutest clothes she could find--within her thousand dollar price range, of course! For the party, she had white micro-mini shorts with rainbow pinstripes and a matching belt with a dangerously low-cut red halter top that displayed all but her nipples. In fact, she found that if she bent over at all, her upper torso was completely in view! So of course she took advantage of her opportunity. And with red stiletto heels on, she could just blame anything on being clumsy. She was in a constant state of arousal from all the male eyes that followed her every move. Lauren made sure that she gave every guy at the party a hard-on before they left. It was like a grown up goodie-bag. The party was in real swing when she announced dinner, and soon Ryan, the chef of the hour, had orders for 72 hamburgers, 13 cheeseburgers, and one make-out session with a cute brunette named Britney. By the end of the party, all of his orders were filled. Britney, he found out after a very intense French-kiss, was bi and very interested in threesomes. When he asked her about incest, she replied that it made no difference to her who fucked who as long as they wanted to. Ryan got her number, but decided to save it for a later date. Who knew? Lauren might like threesomes too! Just as the sun set, a bunch of the girls decided to go swimming so they all paraded up to Lauren's bedroom (those who weren't off with their boyfriends, of course.) Lauren had no fears of being naked in front of her friends and she stripped off her shirt without a thought. After an awkward moment of silence, the other girls tore their eyes away from her mounds and began undressing themselves. But Britney had other ideas. Taking a bold step forward, she grabbed Lauren's nipples and pulled them away from her body. Lauren strained from the exquisite pain, mentally writhing in exotic pleasure. Britney put her mouth on Lauren's and roughly shoved her tongue inside her friend's mouth. She struggled to taste every corner and crevice in Lauren's mouth and did not stop to breathe until she had completed her goal. When she finally came up for air, she put her head up by Lauren's ear and whispered, "I've wanted to so that for so long," so that only her friend could hear. By this time, the two girls had gathered the attention of everyone in the room. Katherine, known for her gutsy questions, broke the silence rudely saying, "So, are y'all, like, lesbos or something?" Everyone began to giggle uproariously at her comment, knowing that they had all meant to ask the same thing. It was Lauren who replied. "Actually, I'm not. Though I might be bi, considering how good that made me feel. God, y'all should try it sometime. It's like your not even here. Talk about an out-of-body-experience." The girls returned to their changing, except now the focus of talk was on orgasmic experiences, and everyone was trying to think of their best. Britney, still holding onto Lauren, whispered, "Tell your brother you think it's a good idea." and then disappeared into the throng of clothes and half-naked bodies. By the time the adventurous girls made it down to the pool, it had been a good forty-five minutes and there were many flushed faces coming down the stairs. The rest of the party was a success. Lauren in her tiny white bikini from the previous day looked absolutely stunning and even the straight girls looked twice when she walked by with that g-string bottom. And her perfect day was almost complete when Ashton Jacobs, her all-time crush, kissed her full on the lips and massaged her ass during a victory dance for volleyball. He even asked her out on a date for the next night. She was so excited, he was known for giving mind-blowing orgasms on first dates. Lauren couldn't wait until the party was over to mull things over in her mind. And to get the second half of her brother's gift. Finally, when the hall clock struck three, the last of the stragglers were pushed out the door. During the last hour she literally had had to pull couples apart long enough to get dressed and out of her house. At first she had felt bad, one of the nerds had gotten a girl to give him a blowjob in the kitchen, but Lauren had pulled the guy's cock out of the girl's mouth, said "sorry," and pushed them outside. She hadn't even let him pull up his pants! But she couldn't help it. With guests in the house, she couldn't fuck her brother, they could be arrested. With her home finally quiet, she began the search for her brother. As she walked she wondered what had made her so attracted to him in the first place. True, he was ruggedly handsome with his disheveled blonde hair and perfect complexion, but it was something deeper that made her so horny for him. Maybe it's the incest--being illegal and taboo and all, she thought to herself. She came across her brother in the mudroom, hanging up wet towels and sorting the leftover clothes. You would be surprised at what people left behind!! "Awww, what a good little boy," cooed Lauren. "Pickin' up after his little sister's party." She reached up to give him a soft, sensual kiss. The familiar tingle zapped through her body as their skin touched and she involuntarily shivered. "We need to get you warm," said Ryan, "And I think the best way would be to get you out of your wet clothes." Together they laughed, knowing the real reason for Lauren to lose her suit. Lauren grabbed Ryan's hand and led him to the living room, the best place in the house for a strip tease. She lightly pushed him onto his back and situated herself in the middle of the room. She began her dance twirling around slowly, as if to give her brother the best view of her nearly-naked body. She began to sway to the music in her head, running her hands over her body and rolling her hips seductively. Ryan audibly gasped when she came over and rubbed her breasts into his face. It didn't matter that she still had white triangles on them, it was still incredibly sexy. When he tried to pull of the tiny bottoms, she tsk-tsked and walked away from him. But before he had a chance to be disappointed by the loss of contact, she slid the string out of her ass crack and wiggled out of the bottoms. Though they were tiny to begin with, the actual sight of her ass caused Ryan to groan. He could never tire of seeing his sister's naked body. As she untied the back of her top, he couldn't take his eyes off of her pussy hair. It was just as blond as the hair on her head, and she had clipped it into a little triangle above her lips. The rest was bare. Her top dropped to the ground and she atepped back. Ryan, still on the couch, stared at her naked body. Her long strawberry blond hair fell in waves just past her shoulders and barely touched the top of her 34C breasts. With every breath she took, her chest rose and fell, accentuating her eraser size nipples. His eyes traveled downward, past her flat tummy to her patch of hair and then on further to her dainty toes. He twisted his finger in a "turn around" motion and Lauren did as she was told. Her back was perfectly unblemished and her vertebrae disappeared into the swell of her perfectly shaped ass. She slowly bent over so that her brother could get a good view of her puckered hole and dripping cunt lips. At the sight of her juices, Ryan slid off the couch and positioned himself with his hand on her ass and his mouth directly under her clit. He then slowly began to slide his tongue along her outer labia, but he did not go far enough to touch her clit. After several minutes of this very precise treatment, he changed tactics and started to poke the very tip of his tongue into Lauren's pussy. This action elicited her very first moan and Ryan took this as a motion to continue. He slid his tongue all the way into his sister's pussy and began to rotate it ever so slightly. As a suggestion for more "heavy" work, Lauren pushed her hips back onto Ryan's mouth--urging him to continue. Ryan flicked his tongue out ferociously and tongued his sister with no mercy. She soon felt a feeling of rapture flooding through her body and she came for the first time. Sensing a willingness to continue, Ryan became more adventurous and touched the tip of his tongue to his sister's puckered ass hole. Lauren jumped and said "NO!" So Ryan stopped and erached up to kiss his sister instead. Despite his latest error, Lauren did not diminish the kiss she gave to her brother. It was still just as warm wet and passionate as every other one she had given to him. He was slightly surprised at this. "Why aren't you mad at me?" asked Ryan. "Should I be? You didn't know that I can't stand people touching my ass, so I have no rason to reproach you for it." Ryan just shook his head at his sister's simple logic and continued the kiss from where they had left off. But then they heard a car door slam. Lauren gasped and ran up the stairs. Ryan straighted his clothes and ran a hand over his mouth, making sure that there were no signs of the recent encounter on his lips. Just before her parents walked in the door, Lauren turned on the shower. "Hello? Anybody home?" asked Mom. "Yeah, I'm in the living room, Lauren's in the shower, washing the chlorine out of her hair. You know how girls are about that," Ryan rolled his eyes for effect. "Did you two go swimming?" asked Dad. "Uh…yeah…today was Lauren's big party, remember? It's her birthday? And why are you home so late?" "Well," said Dad, his voice shaking slightly, "After work there was an office party and it was close to the office so we decided to go. And then there was the movie, and the bar, and the…" his voice trailed off. "What your father means to say is that we went out and had a good time this eventing and it shouldn't concern you why we aren't home at our usual time." Ryan sat on the couch stunned as his parents headed upstairs to their bedrooms. They were workaholics…very religious ones at that. He couldn't imagine tehm at a bar, much less one at 3am. He made a mental note to do some snooping later, when they left the next morning. For now he went upstairs and after peeling off his swim trunks, fell to sleep and did not wake until morning. It was actually Lauren who woke him up. She had crawled in with him around ten and after getting bored by just watching him dream, she decided that he needed a wakeup call. She moved her head down to his sleeping cock and expertly sucked it into her throat, bringing it in as far as it could go in the first movement. Then she continued his pleasure by constricting her throat muscles around it. Ryan awoke to a warm sensation around his member. He looked down to see his little sister bobbing her head up and down over his cock. He sighed in perfect relaxation. As soon as Lauren noticed he was awake, she stopped her ministrations and looked him straight in the eye, asking, "Why didn't you give me my present last night? It was my birthday after all. I know I'm being spoiled, but what can I say? I'm used to getting what I want." Ryan smiled and rolled over on top of his sister, saying, "Before we fucked. I know it sounds crude and all, but it's true. Now we will make love. Fucking with emotion. Trust me, it's much better." Lauren grinned up at her big brother, and replied, "Now that's what I'm talking about. My body needs sex and you are just the man to give it to me." Then she giggled as Ryan's experienced fingers began to roam across her abdomen, tickling her ever so slightly. He rotated his hands downward ever slowly inching closer to her golden pussy. Once he reached her lips, he kneaded his hands across them, massaging the folds of skin as if they were bread. He moved his hand up towards her clitoris and began to spell out the alphabet on it. But before he got to 'h,' she was thrashing about the bed in and intense orgasm. He considered an attempt to rim her asshole again, but after a memory of last time, he told himself to forget it. Instead he positioned his cock at the opening to her pussy and very slowly slid it into her opening. For the nest few moments, he didn't move, relishing in her wonderful pussy. Her walls squeezed against his cock creating wonderful sensations that flooded through both their bodies. He pumped his organ slowly in and out of her moist opening and rubbed his thumb against her clit. To add to her pleasure he bent down to gently lick at her breasts, eliciting moans from her wet lips. This rapture continued for hours, or so it seemed. When Ryan finally came deep within his sister's womb it was almost a relief to the both of them--their emotions were so strong. After their incredibly emotional love making, they both rolled onto their sides and talked until lunchtime. By then, they were both very hungry--and not just for food! ~~To be continued~~ Since this story is only my second, I would really appreciate any comments, even the critical ones. Thanks for all the ones from Chapter 1!