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A Birthday to Remember

By: ericbsinger



My birthday was only a week away. This didn’t fill me with a great deal of excitement, as I was still fairly new here in town, and didn’t really know anybody. Almost twenty-three, and I was still suffering from the shyness that had plagued me all my life. To make matters even worse, my birthday this year fell on a Friday. I’ve always hated weekends; usually I spent them at home, alone, bored. I could easily imagine a multitude of people spending their weekends partying, clubbing, dancing, laughing, making love, and generally having a good time. Meanwhile, I’d have to be content sitting at home watching Cinemax, hoping to find some decent soft porn. Either that, or make a fundamental change in my basic character. Easier to sit at home alone.

My sister, Angela, had convinced me a few years ago that working out and getting myself into shape would help boost my confidence. So I took her advice and began exercising religiously, to no avail. Well, I must admit that I probably looked really good; I’m six feet, three inches tall, with brown hair that falls past my shoulder blades, cool blue eyes, and if I weren’t so shy, could probably pose for one of those beefcake calendars. Unfortunately, this only increased my loneliness, as I was still too shy to try meeting people. 

The Tuesday before my birthday, as I was walking in the door from work, my phone rang. Surprised, I picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Richard? It’s Angie! How are you, little brother?” She sounded confident and happy, as always.

“Angie! I’m ok. Still just working and sleeping, pretty much. How are you?”

“I’m doing just fine. Hey, I’ve got an idea I want to run by you. Mom and Dad are going out of town this weekend for some sort of conference. And I’m thinking, since it’s your birthday, why don’t I fly out there on Thursday, and we’ll have the whole weekend to spend together. You can take Friday off of work, can’t you?”

“Sure. My boss is pretty nice. And I put in enough hours that taking a day off won’t really be a problem.”

“Great! Then pick me up at the airport Thursday at seven. See you later, little bro!” 

As I had told Angie, getting Friday off wouldn’t be a problem. So after work on Thursday, I drove out to the airport to pick up my big sister. It had been about a year since I had seen her. I visited home about six months ago, but Angie had been on a modeling tour in Colorado. Somewhat mercurial, Angela changed her look about twice a year, so I didn’t really know what to expect.

When the passengers began disembarking at her gate, I scrutinized everyone coming off the plane to spot her. I glanced past a number of people, briefly wondering what their lives were like, when a vision of beauty caught my eye. She was almost six feet tall, with long, straight, deep purple hair. Her eyes were hidden behind a very expensive pair of sunglasses. Her calves were encased in a pair of knee-high black leather riding boots; above the knees I could see an impossible length of smooth, perfect thigh that disappeared under a very short black leather mini-skirt. Her waist was flat, tan, and bare beneath a cream silk half-shirt. Her chest swelled out proudly, just begging to be ogled. And over all was a black leather trench coat. Her face, what I could see of it behind the sunglasses, was a vision of such sublime beauty, that I wished I could just stare at it forever. That’s when it hit me.

My jaw dropped as this vision of loveliness turned my way, increased her stride, broke into a huge grin, and flung herself into my arms.

“Richard!”

She planted a soft kiss on my cheek as I stammered out, “Angie?” Grinning, she stepped back, my hands in hers, and looked me up and down. Her nose crinkled up as she took in my boring outfit. 

“Richard, dearest, we’ve absolutely got to go shopping tomorrow. You need some new clothes.”

Dragging me toward baggage claim, she began talking hurriedly about her modeling career, her bastard ex-boyfriend, how our parents were doing, and a million other things that I can’t really recall. My mind was reeling at how stunningly beautiful she had become, and my surprise and slight horror at just how appreciative I was of her new look. I let her get a couple of strides ahead of me and surreptitiously adjusted my pants, hoping like hell to conceal the hard-on I had developed at seeing her. A hard-on seemingly unconcerned with the fact that this was my sister!

We went to dinner before heading to my apartment; I can’t figure out how I managed to make it through the evening, intent as I was on getting my hormones under control. Once back at my apartment, I managed to get hold of myself somewhat; at least enough to give her the short guided tour, and help her unpack. We talked into the wee hours of the morning before I finally decided to get some sleep. Grabbing some spare sheets out of the bedroom, I made up the couch to sleep on. 

With a final warm, long (and could it be sensuous?) hug, Angela disappeared into my bedroom and I lay down on the couch. I couldn’t get the feel of her in my arms out of my head, nor her incredible beauty, nor her stunning body. Finally, I chalked it up to hormones raging out of control, easy enough to understand since I hadn’t had any intimate contact with anyone in well over two years. In the end, I shrugged and jacked off into my T-shirt, feeling much better afterward. Before finally falling asleep, I put the T-shirt into the hamper in the laundry room. Somewhat satisfied, I at last fell asleep.

“Happy Birthday, Richard!”

I awoke to those words, and an uncomfortable pressure on my waist. Opening my eyes, I looked up to see Angie sitting on me, wearing nothing but a very skimpy pair of panties, and a sports bra. I could clearly see her nipples poking through the cotton, and wondered if it was cold in the apartment. As usual, she was grinning, and her green eyes were bright and alert, and something else? I couldn’t tell. My eyes drifted back down to her decidedly yummy chest, past her washboard stomach, and to her crotch. Her panties were so tight, I could swear that I saw her lips through the satin. I instantly got an erection, and just as quickly, I picked her up and lightly threw her off me.

She leaned down and gave me a hug; I could feel her tits pressing into my chest. Her nipples poked at me, causing my erection to grow even more. Kissing me on the cheek, she said, “Now get up you lazy bastard and fix us breakfast while I take a shower.” I couldn’t be sure, but I thought that for the briefest of instants, her eyes flickered to my crotch, and her eyes lit up with a mischievous glow. At any rate, she stood up and sauntered off into the bedroom. 

Groaning, I got up and pulled on my pants, straightened up the couch, and set about fixing breakfast as I listened to the sound of the shower running. Shaking my head violently to clear it of the images of Angie’s naked body, finished breakfast and set the table just as she appeared from the bedroom, wearing only a robe. 

I managed, somehow, to make it through breakfast without making a total fool of myself, stealing the occasional glance at where her robe showed tantalizing hints of her breasts. Angie told me to go shower while she cleared up. After my shower, she grabbed my hand and dragged me down to the car. “Are there any good places to shop in around here? You know, someplace alternative and…naughty?” Smiling, I drove down to a little shopping area near downtown.

We spent nearly six hours shopping. Angie made me try on more outfits that day than I had in the last five years combined. Finally satisfied, we went to lunch, and then back to my apartment. We talked until early evening when she told me to change into the leather pants and black T-shirt she had bought me. As I entered the bedroom, I saw her getting on-line.

After I had changed, she told me she’d get dressed as well before we went out for a night I’d never forget. After about ten minutes, she stepped out of the bedroom, and my hard-on returned with a vengeance. She was wearing her black knee-highs again, only this time with an ultra-short plaid mini-skirt, and a white button-down shirt. She’d pulled her hair back into pig-tails, making her look like a deliciously decadent catholic school girl. What is it about catholic school girls that gets guys so worked up, anyway? Again, I thought for the briefest of instants that she glanced at my crotch, and a half smile shot across her perfect lips. It must have been my imagination.

Posing, she asked, “So, do you like?” Trying to act cool and in control, I just smiled and nodded. I don’t think she was fooled. ‘Ready to go?” Again I smiled and nodded. She took my hand again and grabbed my car keys. When we got to my car, she told me to get into the passenger seat. Then she took a black scarf from somewhere and blindfolded me. 

As we drove to wherever it was she was taking us, she made small talk, not giving the slightest hints about where she was heading. Finally the car stopped. She helped me out and we began walking, with me still blindfolded. She told me to get out my wallet and have my ID ready. I heard a man’s voice asking for our IDs, and then Angie said, “It’s his birthday, and I’m giving him his present.” The guy chuckled. We started walking again.

Immediately I could hear the sound of very loud music and dozens of people talking. Laughter, hoots, and cries assaulted my ears as I detected the scent of alcohol. “Where the hell are we, Angie?”

“You’ll find out soon enough. Hush.”

She guided me into a seat. “Wait right here, and don’t touch the blindfold.” Being a good little boy, I did as my big sister asked. I waited for what seemed like an hour, all the while trying to figure out where we were from the sounds and smells. Suddenly Angie was back, snuggling up next to me.

“You ready?” I nodded. She took off the blindfold. It took me a minute to get my vision back; when I did, I could see, no more than two inches from my nose, the biggest pair of naked tits on the planet!

“Happy Birthday, Richard,” the tits told me. I moved my head back a little and looked around. Naked women were everywhere. On stages, on the laps of guys seated around this huge room, delivering drinks, just everywhere. Suddenly the girl with the tits put her hand on my face and said, “You can look around in a minute. Right now, you need to look here.” With that, she shoved those inhuman things in my face.

“There are worse ways to die,” I thought. The girl with the Everest-sized mammary glands performed a lap dance I’m sure was illegal. She ground her pussy all over my lap, stroking my cock with her sex through my leather pants. Angie put her arm around me, kissed my cheek, and whispered, “Happy Birthday.”

What followed was the most educational night of my life. Angie took me to a private room and had two girls dance for us, an Asian and a Redhead. The things those two were doing I had never seen outside of an all-girl porn flick. Meanwhile Angie had the shooter girl, a hot little brunette, continually ply the two of us with shots, feeding them to us, straddling our laps, from her cleavage. The brunette, every time she straddled me, would rub her pussy over my cock. That, plus the two girls making love in front of us, Angie snuggled up next to me, and the shooter girl feeding my sister shots from her tits, kept me close to cumming in my pants all night long. I finally had to stumble to the bathroom and jerk off, to keep from ruining my brand new pants. I guess it was the alcohol, but as I stroked my cock, I kept imaging it was Angie on my lap and not the shooter girl. 

Hours later, after I had consumed more alcohol than a sailor on liberty, and watched three different pairs of girls make love, and having had all of them grind their bare pussies onto my aching cock, Angie finally decided it was time to go home. She had quit drinking shortly before I went to the bathroom, so as to be ok to drive. 

The entire way back to my place, I didn’t say a thing. I was trying to deal with my incestuous longing. I just couldn’t get the thought of my big sister Angie straddling my lap and grinding her pussy on my cock out of my head. I made sure to keep my hands in my lap to hide my erection.

Once we got back to my place, Angie had to help me into the apartment, as I was feeling none too steady on my feet. She dropped me onto the couch and then went and turned on the stereo. A techno beat filled up the background sounds of the room. I heard Angie bustling around in the kitchen for a moment. Appearing back in my field of view, Angie stood in front of me, one of the long shooter tubes from the strip club in her hand. 

“There’s something I want to try, and you’re about drunk enough at this point to let me.” With her free hand, she unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt, exposing a black silk bra. She moved forward slowly and straddled my lap, lowering herself onto me. 

“Wha…?” I tried to ask what she was doing.

“Shhhhhh,” was her only reply. She settled herself onto my lap, and proceeded to go through the shooter girl’s routine, plunging the long thin tube down her throat. Then she placed it into her bra, between her magnificent breasts, and moved my head up to the lip. Leaning forward, she fed me vodka from her cleavage. Then she took the tube from her bra and seductively licked every inch of it. Tossing the tube over her shoulder, she took my head in her hands again, and brought her forehead to mine.

“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me, Richard. And I want you to know that it’s OK. We’re both adults. We’re both attracted to each other. Hell, Richard, I’ve wanted you since I got off the plane yesterday.” She began slowly grinding her crotch over mine. Even in my drunken state, through the thick leather pants, I could feel the lips of her pussy parting slightly as she pushed herself onto the length of my fully erect cock. “I love you Richard. And I know you love me. We’re family. We’re supposed to love each other. But I’m also a woman. I’m a woman who needs to be appreciated as a woman, who needs to be fucked like a woman.”

That sobered me up instantly. “Angie, we can’t! I’m your brother!” 

Smiling, she pressed her lips to mine. “That’s right. You’re my brother. Who better to fulfill my needs? I know you’d never hurt me. And I’d never hurt you.” She rubbed her pussy up and down on my cock a little faster. “And we’re two consenting adults. Two adults who want each other, and who should please each other. Now shut up.”

She kissed me again. Only this time, there was no softness to it. Only raw, animal passion. Her tongue assaulted mine as if this were the last time she would ever kiss. She pushed herself down onto my cock as hard as she could, and began moaning into my mouth. Her hands ran through my hair and over my chest, down my arms, and back to my shoulders. She pulled me forward, wrapped her legs behind me, and began humping my cock through our clothes.

“Ooooh, Richard! Richard, I want you! I want to feel you cum in my mouth! I want to feel your tongue in my pussy! Most of all, though, I want to feel your monster cock filling me up!”

That did it. All thoughts of remorse, or of putting a stop to this scene, fled my mind. Here I was, twenty-three today, with a beautiful woman in my lap, grinding herself on my cock. This goddess that any man with even a hint of heterosexuality would cut off three of his fingers to bed, was telling me that she wanted me. Who was I to say no.

For the first time in my life, I took control. I pulled Angie tight to me as I returned her kiss with a passion I didn’t know I had. She sucked my tongue deep down her throat, as she started moaning even louder into my mouth. Her hands clutched at my bare arms, leaving red marks from her fingernails. Breaking the kiss, I shoved her back far enough from me to bring my hands around to her chest. Gripping the fabric of her shirt in my fists, I ripped as hard as I could, sending buttons flying all over the living room. A look of animal glee covered her face as I tore the remainders of her shirt off her. Of their own accord, my hands unclasped her bra and pulled it off her shoulders.

Pulling her to me again, I brought my mouth to her left breast, while my hands reached around to grasp her soft, firm ass. Kneading it in my hands, my tongue began to work overtime on her heavenly tits, moving from one to the other, biting on her inch long nipples, and licking the entire surface of each 36C breast. 

Standing suddenly, I dumped her onto her feet and commanded that she remove her boots and skirt. With a little girl giggle, she complied, taking pleasure in my surprise as I saw that her completely bare pussy was unhampered by panties. She gasped in surprise as I picked her up, carried her into the bedroom, and flung her onto the bed.

Dropping to my knees, I assaulted her smooth pussy with my mouth, drinking of her wetness. Gaining a bit of control, I took my time running my tongue around every inch of her beautiful sex; without warning I stuck my tongue as far into her free flowing pussy as I could and began lapping up her love juices. Moving a hand up, I inserted first one, then two fingers into my sister’s sweet pussy, while moving my tongue up to her clit. My control began to slip as I discovered that her clit was a long as her nipples, and I began licking and nibbling at it like a babe going for his supper.

Angie’s hands roamed all over my shoulders and back, leaving bloody trails from her fingernails before finally settling in to bunch my hair up into her fists. Her body thrashed under me, her moaning turning to wails of pleasure. I pumped my fingers into her faster and faster, as my attention to her clit became more and more frenzied. Finally, with a cry of, “Dear God! I’m CUMMING!”, she did. Unexpectedly, a geyser of hot liquid shot into my mouth and down my throat. My dear sister was one of the few women who ejaculated when she came! Her body spasmed all over the bed for a few brief minutes before suddenly going limp. 

I looked up at her face and saw that she had passed out. With a self-satisfied smile, I went into the kitchen and fixed us some drinks. Returning to the bedroom, I saw her stirring. Carefully setting down the drinks, I lay down next to her and began gently fingering her still-moist pussy, and licked her nipples. Watching her face, I saw her eyes flutter open and a smile spread across her face.

“Ooh, Richard. My dear little brother, I love you so much. You’re so good. I had no idea my shy little brother was such a good pussy licker.” She brought my head up to hers and kissed me again. 

I reached down and handed her a drink. Picking up my own, I drank it as fast as I could. Smiling, she finished her own off just as quickly and said, “And that was just the beginning.”

Setting down our glasses, she removed my T-shirt, then my boots, and pulled off my pants. She reached up and lovingly stroked my cock through my boxers, running her hands the length of it. “Mmmmm. Nice and big. Eight inches?”

“Eight and a half, dearest Angie.”

“Yumm.” And with that, she removed my boxers. Laying me back on the bed with her hands, she kissed her way down my neck to my chest, and spent a few minutes teasing my nipples with her tongue, all the while slowly stroking my rock hard dick. Proceeding downward, she licked my washboard stomach, all the way to the head of my cock. Looking it over for a moment, she smiled. Then, looking me in the eye, she began softly licking every inch of my manhood, never blinking. After a moment or two of this, she moved up, opened her mouth, and took me in.

Oh, such heaven I never knew existed. I’d had a couple of blowjobs before, but nothing could compare with the sensation of looking into my sweet sister’s eyes as she took my cock deep into her mouth. Her tongue never stopped moving as she bobbed her head up and down the length of my shaft, taking more and more in, the head finally sliding down her throat, until finally, the full length of my cock was in her mouth. Moaning happily, Angie continued sucking my dick, rotating her head slightly, licking up and down my shaft, all the while looking me in the eyes. After only a couple of minutes I could feel the point of no return approaching.


A Birthday to Remember



I had to clear my throat twice before any intelligible sounds would come out of my mouth. “Angie….I’m…I’m going to cum.” She redoubled her assault on my cock at this, sucking even harder, bobbing her head up and down faster and faster, stroking the base of my shaft with her delicate hand. I could take no more. With a cry of passion from the very depths of my soul, I came. And came, and came, and came. I must have spewed a quart of sperm into my sister’s loving mouth. Without breaking rhythm, Angie kept sucking, and swallowed every drop, moaning happily all the while. When I finally stopped spasming, she took the time to lick and suck my entire length, forcing her tongue into my pee hole, to make sure she had every drop. 

Smiling at me, she crawled up my body and gave me a deep soul kiss. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue, and kissed her with all the passion still inside me. Reaching back, she grabbed my still-hard cock.

“Ready for the main event?” Without waiting for my reply, she placed herself over my cock and settled gently back until she could feel my head at the entrance to the most holy of holies. Grinning, she thrust down savagely, taking me all the way inside her on the first thrust. That was almost more than I could bear. Biting my lip to regain some kind of control, I began thrusting up into her to match her rhythm. 

“Oooooh, God, Angie. You feel so wonderful. So tight. So wet.” Her pussy gripped my cock like a vise, squeezing at intervals. Her inner walls felt like the most luxourious, expensive velvet, and her mouth as she kissed me again, was the most erotic and sublime thing I had ever experienced. 

“Faster, Richard, faster! I want to feel every inch of your thick monster cock inside of me. I want you to fill me. Ooooh! Harder! Harder! Fuck me, Richard! Fuck your sister. Make love to me!”

“Christ, Angie! You’re so fucking hot! I love fucking you! Do you like having my cock in you? Do you like riding me like your own personal bronco? Do you like having my cock stuff your pussy full? Take it! Ride me! Scream like a bitch! You’re my bitch, Angie!”

Other nonsense poured from our mouths as our hunger for each other rose steadily, as our passion mounted, as we fucked each other faster and harder. The bed springs were squeaking, drowning out the music from the next room, and the headboard was knocking against the wall so hard plaster was falling from the ceiling. Faster and faster our pace grew, my cock thrusting into her liquid pussy.

“Oh! Faster, Richard, harder! I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum all over your beautiful cock! Oh, cum with me! Cum inside me, Richard! I want to feel your sperm filling up my pussy!”

Somehow I managed to increase the pace, watching Angie’s face as I did, willing myself not to cum just yet. Finally, her hands gripped my chest, nearly tearing out some skin as she shrieked the wail of a banshee and came. I let myself go at the exact same instant, and filled her beautiful, wonderful, goddess-like pussy with all the cum from my entire life. She went utterly still as her climax shuddered throughout her entire body, clenching every muscle simultaneously. She grinned a manic grin as she felt my cock spasm again and again, spilling out more of my seed into her velvet vise. When my dick twitched for the last time, she quickly dismounted me, spinning around to take my cock in her mouth. Lovingly, she licked it clean, making sure to get every last drop of our combined passion. Then she crawled up next to me and snuggled into my arms, pulling the covers up over us, and giving me a soft, gentle kiss, full of love.

“And just think, Richard. I’m not flying back until Monday morning.” 

With that, I kissed her again, and we both fell asleep, happier than we’d been in a very long time.



A Birthday to Remember



My name is Tim. I’m an average college student at The Air Force Academy. Well I’ve been going out with this hot as hell girl named April for about 3 months. She is a brunet about 5 foot 4 inches, medium size breast and a small ass. We’ve been fucking for 2 months. Then she asks me if we could let other people in on it. So I said Hell Yes!!! She set the date for April 25 her birthday.

We invited two of our best friends over for the night. Her best friend Katharine and my friend Sean. The night started out all right. We rented movies, had a shit load of beer. April kicked things off. She stood up and said let’s play strip poker! We all agreed with her. She delta first Sean and me lost that hand. (We were playing teams) So there went the shirts. I delta and got an excellent hand. (Full house) The girls lost their shirts. The game went on for awhile and we were down to our boxers. The girls had their bra and panties. Katherine is a very beautiful girl and them size c cups were calling for me. 

I lean over to Sean and said we’ve got to win this round or we ain't gonna see them tits! He must have been hypnotized or something because all he said was “HUH?” We won by a close margin I had another full house and so did April. Mine was higher thank god for that. When they took off their tops me and Sean both leaned forward and said DAMN!! The girls just laughed. Then April leaned over and took one of Katherine’s tits and started sucking on it. I knew that this was only the begging of the night. We never did finish the game! 

After about 2 or 3 minutes, the girls got up and went in to the den area so Sean and me followed suit. When we got in there they had already started. They were in a 69 position going at it. It was fascinating watching my girl eat another girl out. We just stood there watching. Katherine started to breathe heavier and get a glazed look in her eyes then it happened she had a tremendous orgasm. She was shaking like crazy. 

April asked if we were just gonna stand there. I said no and we striped down and each took a girl. I put April in a doggy style position and stuck the head of my dick at the entrance of her pussy. It was already slick from the two eating each other. I rammed my 9 and a half-inch dick into her moist pussy. I started taking slow strokes then picked up the pace a little. I leaned down and tweaked her left nipple. I felt the muscles inside of her pussy tighten then I felt her juices flow like The River Jordan. I looked up to see how Sean was getting along. He had Katherine giving him head. She was really going at it. Sliding that cock in and out of her mouth. Just the sight of that made me even harder. After April stopped shaking she asked if we could switch partners? I said that’s what it’s all about!

I laid down and Katherine straddled me. She slowly lowered her self on my dick. After about ten strokes she really was bouncing. I could feel the cum building up in my balls. I was close to blow my load when she stopped. I said what? She was looking out the window staring at something. Then she rocked back and forth on my dick. I reached up and tweaked both nipples. Her moans were getting louder and louder. She was saying “Yes oh Yes Damn this feel so fucking good harder…harder DAMN IT” 

April and Sean were in a 69 position really going at it. I was really amazing I never seen April suck off another man. I saw his ass tighten and then yell “I’M CUMMING OH GOD I’M CUMMING” So far I was the only person that hadn’t chummed. I rolled Katherine over on her back and really started pounding her pussy. She said faster …faster…harder. I could feel it coming. Then I blew my load hard inside of her. She said DAMN Tim no one has ever came that hard in me before.

I said I was spent Sean was agreeing with me. April said, "Hell No Y'all Ain't! Get your asses on the floor! I gonna ride both of y'all!” So Sean and me crossed each other’s legs and April slid her pussy lips over the head of my prick. And then slid down on Sean’s dick. That was the most amazing feeling in the world. I could feel Sean’s dick while I was fucking April’s pussy! 

April was really enjoying it. She said, “This is really filling me to the breaking point, but it feels so God Damn Good!” Katherine walked over cum running down her legs and started sucking April’s tits. I rammed two finger in her pussy and started to finger fuck her. She was pushing back against it and moaning. I was building up again and then Sean lost it. I saw his cum gushing out of her ass by the pints and that pushed me over the edge. April came a few seconds later. Then I finished Katherine off with my fingers. Sean and Katherine showered in one bathroom while April and I cleaned in the other one. 

They said Happy Birthday to April then left. We ate some food drank a few more beers then went in to the bedroom and fucked each other’s brains out. But I’ll tell the rest of those details later.



A Birthday To Remember



(Celebrity Parody) Pop diva Kylie Minogue throws herself as birthday gift to a guy 10 years her junior.

One sun shiny day, glamour pop princess Kylie Minogue was laying topless on the sundeck catching the morning sunshine at the pool side area of her three million dollar dig in Sydney Australia. She was in a good mood that day and sexually attainable.

Gibi Fender, one of the prop designers who worked on some of her latest videos was expected to arrive any moment. Kylie was going to give him a haircut as she promised. A few days ago at the wrap up party of her video Gibi heard Kylie blabbering to all and sundry about loving to cut her friends’ hair. Getting into the conversation, Gibi offered his long hair for Kylie to cut it in a trendy short style. Kylie thought Gibi had an incredible sex appeal and a great sense of humor that really tickled her funny bone. Fancying Gibi as a potential bedmate Kylie invited him before the party ended to come over to her lair and see what she could do with his hair.

Hearing Gibi coming to the pool area Kylie wore back her white lurex bikini top on. After the exchange of greetings and cheek bussing, Gibi held out a cloth bag to Kylie. She opened it and a Dalmatian pup emerged melting her heart. She cradled the furry pup into her arms like a baby. “Isn’t he cute,” she said touching one ear that was distinctly all in black while the other one was spotted. 

When she gave the pup to her maid for feeding, Kylie swung out of the lounge chaise to begin her routine laps in the pool. She pulled up her high leg bikini bottom stressing that pouty V with the hint of the cleft between her sexy legs and when she turned around to put down her pink wrap-around glasses on the lounge chaise her perfect pair of ass-cheeks almost blew Gibi’s mind away. 

“Hot, isn’t it?” Kylie said smiling.

“Yeah, scorching like I’m in hell’ ” Gibi replied quickly averting his eyes from her most coveted legs and bottom that he’d so often jerked off during the period that they were shooting her music videos and stared in the blue sky. 

“So why don’t we dip into the pool first before I do your haircut?” Kylie invited.

“Oh, I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” Gibi said despairingly.

“C’mon, be brave, wear what you have in there,” she said in a playful tone.

“What made you think I’m wearing one?” he quipped.

“Nice guys wear underwear,” she laughed. 

Gibi blushed but nonetheless stripped off his surf shirt, Polo Sports denim shorts and sandals until he was down to his dark blue Calvin briefs. 

Gibi was a dreamboat material with green eyes, dark long hair, and muscularly lean. Kylie took a meaningful inspection of his studly asset as presented by his Calvins and she was satisfied. She splashed into the pool and Gibi followed suit. 

Instantly they became like old buddies in the pool. Shy as he was Kylie knew how to bring out the man in him. When they hauled out of the pool, they picked up their towels and dried themselves and Kylie led him to the gazebo. 

At the gazebo, Gibi pulled a white metal chair and sat on. Kyle started playing the temptress and sat straddling his lap. 

“Now, let’s see,” she said and slipped her fingers slowly through the hair at both sides of Gibi’s face. “You have a square face so if you want a really short do then I’m going to style it in a way that it’ll bring out the jaw line. 

“A-huh,” Gibi muttered feeling that the man in him was rapidly growing and hardening under her bottom. 

“Hmmm, I have this weakness of grinding myself to guys rising to the occasion,” she said as her bottom rocked back and forth on his tumescent.

Gibi blushed. “I guess this is a privilege occasion,” he said stifling a groan coming out of his throat.

“It takes two to tango,” she whispered teasingly placing her hands on his shoulder and rubbing herself hotly at him. Gibi could only agree.

“We’ll fix this later on, won’t we?” she said giving him a wink as she gave a once over look at the tightening matter in his Calvins and eased reluctantly out of his lap. Gibi quickly shifted his dick to a more discreet position when Kylie turned away and opened a box case on a table where she retrieved a black nylon material and two scissors. She tied the strings of the black nylon around his neck to cover his upper body from the snipped hair. Soon she started cutting away his shoulder length hair. When it was short enough she used her little scissors for the finishing cut. 

“I love it, I look different,” Gibi said when he looked in the mirror.

“Yeah, you can now double with Brad Pitt,” she said happily satisfied with what she’d styled. “Later on I’ll put some blonde highlight on the top and on the upper sides around leaving the lower sides dark to put some style into it.” 

“I appreciate that but ah…it might take too much of your time.” 

“I’ve got time and when I start on something I like to complete it until I feel satisfied. Let’s go to my jive-ass cabana and shower,” Kylie said taking his wrist to lead him there. Gibi could hear his heart beat out of his chest.

Inside the cubicle, Kylie made a funny face at him and directed the spray of the handheld shower toward him and down to the tent forming in his briefs, all the more revealing the shape of his tumescent. She screamed as he grasped the shower from her hand and turned the spray all over her. She raised her chin and relished the invigorating spray making her nipples poked like bullets in her bikini top. Gibi couldn’t believe he was doing this to Kylie, his fantasy girl and one of the most desirable women in the world.

“Hey, I gotta shampoo your hair first. Run the water in your head…alright that’s it…now turn it off,” she raised her voice as he directed the shower head to her bikini bottom. “Oh gosh what are we doing here, hey let’s take it one at a time ok?” 

Gibi obeyed and let her work on his head, shampooing and massaging his scalp gloriously. “Get down on your knees!” she ordered.” You’re so tall,” she giggled girlishly. 

Gibi sank down on his knees his eyes following the shape of her delectable body. He let out a silent wow at the up close view of the shape of her pussy concealed by her white V-string bikini. He was impelled to nudge his left cheek to her soft belly, whirling, feeling her soft pampered skin, taking a whiff of her young fresh scent with eyes closed followed by pecking lightly on her belly bottom. 

“What are you up to naughty boy?” Gibi was speechless as he continued rubbing his face on her belly while holding her curvy, tantalizing hips. He couldn’t help thinking whether to smack his lips at the center of her intimate flesh or pull her bikini down. 

“Kylie, you’re so irresistible,” he croaked finally.

With his hands running the sides of her thighs, they ended up kneading her perfectly moderate out thrust butt, digging his hands into her ball of flesh. 

“Time to rinse you, Gibi, “ Kylie said turning on the shower and directing the spray over his head while her other hand mussed his hair. His face slid lower and dragged her bikini a few notches down. He almost choked himself as he breathed in a scent which he thought no ordinary mortal would ever imagine to describe. Certainly it was not the shampoo. It was the alluring scent of her womanhood. “Oh god you’re breathtaking!” he exclaimed as his nose felt the fuzz at the very lowest part of her belly which her drifting bikini had exposed due to the fact that his mischievous hands had been fiddling with it.

“Hey! Not too fast, big boy I still have to soap you,” she said but actually she was letting him pull her bikini down. 

Compelled by the sudden surge of lust desire Gibi shoved his face to her crotch which he then jarred earnestly against it, nibbling the barely concealed private flesh. Kylie made a low-pitched wail from her throat. 

Kylie got so turned on that she peeled off her bikini top revealing her perky breasts. Having done that, Gibi boldly pulled down her bikini to get her all naked. Kylie kicked away the bikini from her foot and at that instant Gibi was quick to grab her under her knee. Kylie automatically draped the leg he held over his shoulder and Gibi raised it up a bit just to get enough room for him to get a close look of her heavenly treasure and give her slit a long lick from the bottom up. 

“Oh Gibe…Gibe…give it to me, shhhh, ooh shit…hh…Ahhh…Ahhhh.” Next thing she knew Gibi was twirling his tongue into her cunt hole.

Such a neatly trimmed pussy, luxuriant hair only enough to shroud the keyhole to her paradise. Gibi opened her cunt lips and began waving an aggressive hello along the inner lips which blossomed out to be nipped and gnawed. Her warm arousal juice oozed from along sides of her pussy lips and drenched his chin. She ordered him to put a finger inside her. He quickly obliged and felt its clenching power as his questing finger probed in. While churning his finger inside, his tongue strummed her engorged clit, sucking it in his lips and squirting it off and lapping everything around it up for all its worth. Kylie tossed her head back and rocked her pussy against his finger and tongue. Her face transformed quickly into a critical stage of reaching her peak and Gibi was enflamed to perform double time. She uttered guttural noises and not long after, she burst into shuddering, clenching spasm. 

“Ooh, that was awesome and quick!” Kylie said still shuddering at the power of her orgasm as her hands circled his head. 

“You couldn’t wait, huh. Now face the wall and “I’m gonna soap your back,” Kylie said. He obeyed and pressed his hands on the wall like he was going to be cop frisked. She looked at the V of his back, his blocky butt still concealed by his Calvins which she pulled down in reckless abandon down his athletic legs. She knelt down and took glimpses of his hairless balls hanging tight between his legs and started soaping him sensually from the bottom standing up when she reached his shoulders. 

After a while she snuggled up behind him rubbing her body against his soapy back. Gibi raised his head, blew a silent whistle and feeling divinely shocked at her body sliding to and fro, side by side on his back especially the firm mound and the pubic hair scrubbing under his butt skin. She rubbed one leg along his side, wandered her hands across his chest and rock-hard abs while her lips brushed on his shoulders moving up to the side of his neck and licking his earlobe. She stopped short at reaching his tumescent and poured shampoo over it. 

“Ohhh,” a sticky moan erupted from Gibi’s lips as she began stroking his shaft from root to tip using both hands. 

“Gosh, you have an awesome meat hammer here,” Kylie said as she stroked like in a perpetual motion. She stopped to cover his cock and balls at the base with one groping hand and then with the flat of her other hand rotating over the head with the right amount of exquisite pressure. “I guess lots of gals are lining up for you,” Kylie said as she began to make tiny jerking of his well-sculpted cock head with her thumb and forefinger circling around it. “Perhaps I should call you Bigi rather than Gibi,” Kylie said smiling at her humor. 

“I must confess that I am still a virgin,” Gibi said wincing. “And I won’t be able to withstand what you’re doing.” His breath was starting to labor.

“Virgin my ass! A virgin! How old are you?” Kyle asked very surprised, stopping momentarily her torture of bliss. 

“I’m turning 20 tomorrow,” replied Gibi glancing over his shoulder. 

“No kidding? You’re just gonna be 20?” Kylie was astonished. 

“My oh my, you’re making me feel ancient!” Kylie said her hands clapping over her cheeks. 

“Anyhow I lost my virginity when I was sixteen,” Kylie confessed. “How come it’s kinda late for you getting initiated into this wondrous human activity.” 

“Well my first time should have happened in high school if only the principal didn’t catch me with my pants down and was ready to do it with my girl then.” 

“Poor baby? And what happened?” 

“Well, I almost got expelled from school. Unfortunately I grew big and the girls were kinda scared of my love muscle so they just jerked me off and that’s as far as I’ve gone to in the realm of my sexual experience,” Gibi answered.

“You mean they didn’t let you park your dick in their cunnies ‘coz it’s too big for ‘em?” 

“A girl once called my stiff here as a kidney scraper and that doomed my hope of screwing girls. From then on I thought my appendage is a disadvantage.”

“Those girls might’ve been fucking cocktail sausages. For me I like bratwurst like yours,” Kylie said feeling his boner back with two hands stroking it in corkscrew fashion. Gibi struggled not to come sooner and it showed in his face.

“Now turn around so I can take a closer look at your love bat,” she said and rinsed the soap off his body all the more exposing his ramrod on fire.

“I have a confession too. I’ve never encountered a male virgin. This is a special event in my life. Gibi tossed his head back and moaned deeply as she turned around and lodged his cock under her pussy locking between her thighs.

“You’re so hard I’m like sitting on a mountain bike,” she muttered.

Gibi started making subtle thrusting motion while his hands covered her perfect b-cup breasts making tiny grasps and squeezing and tweaking her nipples with his fingers. Kylie noticed the head of his cock popping into view below her pussy. She could make him enter her but she hesitated preferring just to rub her pussy back and forth to his shaft. This was starting to give her another orgasm. He wondered if he could start fucking her now but he wanted to go for it at her pace. Besides he wanted not to come too soon as he was already struggling to hold back. 

“Oh Gibi, this us utterly fantastic,” muttering between moans from all that friction her clit was getting. “Think this is gonna give me a kick in the mule’s ass kind of orgasm. OH Wow!” 

Gibi thrust harder bending his knees slightly to give her a really good rub. “Oh shiiit, think I’m coming again! Oh,” her voice was rising to crescendo. 

Gibi was extremely inflamed that he announced he was going to cum any moment. 

“Oh god, all right, I’ll save mine later. Go ahead come and make my day. Gibi pumped like a jackrabbit with her pressing him tightly around her thighs and incredibly as it was she screeched to her climax. Before long Gibi blasted a perfect arc of cum and Kylie was so fascinated that while she came she watched his cum like they were shooting out of her pussy. 

Loosing count of his shootings, she spun around and sank to her knees before him and sucked at him. 

“You’re delicious,” she said as she went down and sucked him as there were still some cum oozing out. However she gagged and sneezed and some of his cum sprayed out from her nose. She stood and rinsed her face from the shower.

“You come like it would never end! Whew!” she said when she finally managed to speak.

“I came too soon. Couldn’t help it Kylie,” he gasped. “That’s a dishonorable discharge,” he said looking shameful.

Kylie held his cheek. “It’s alright, I understand. It’s perfectly normal. That happens and believe me I’ve never experienced it before. It’s so unique. I’m so amazed I’ve done it.” 

“I could’ve done better.”

“No, don’t predict. Just let it happen, let your intuition flow and you know, just get it on and think later.” 

“Oh damn lucky me as I would get these valuable tips from you.”

“From now on I’m gonna be your sex guru,” Kylie said her face glowing more radiant.

“Guru-vee!” Gibi said cracking his charming grin.

“Suddenly, I suddenly feel starving. Your cum are such appetizers. C’mon let’s finish up and we’ll have lunch at the gazebo.” Afterwards, Kylie wrapped herself in a towel and Gibi after drying himself out wore back his shorts and shirt. 

“I’ll call the maids to serve us at the gazebo and we’ll eat there, I’ll just get dressed up,” Kylie said and ran up to her house.

Gibi felt so high that he cart wheeled outside on the grass to contain his overwhelming joy. 

Later two maids brought the food at the gazebo and it smelled delicious. Kylie came back dressed in a halter pink dress cinched at the waist making it tantalizingly short with the matching wrapped around shades.

Lunch was sizzling Mango chili roast chicken with rice. The dessert was sweet glazed cherry pie, sprinkled by sliced toasted almonds on the top crust. Gibi was in seventh heaven.

“I have a Filipino cook and she’s so good. Oh, I have something to show you after our coffee, I have a brand new car that I’d like to take a spin to the ocean drive,” Kyle said. 

“Oh great, what’s your car? 

“It’s a two-seater Audi TT roadster,” said Kylie. 

“Wow, I’ve seen that auto, that’s fantastic!” Gibi exclaimed.

Kylie drove the grape colored roadster and climbed up the hill top that looked out to the view of Philip Bay. The view of her short dress and shapely legs were better. 

“May I?” Gibi said pressing a hand over her thigh. It moved up under her skirt and stopped short of touching her panties. The wind blew her hem up and the crotch of her matching pink panties showed briefly leaving a tiny bit on show as the hem fell back. She parted her legs a little and Gibi took the opportunity to feel her panties with his fingers. Oh, that grand feeling of touching that flimsy protective covering! His cock was instantly on fire again lodged between his shorts and thigh. “Hey, Gibi hold your horses I might not be able to hold on to the wheel less you want us to go crashing over the hill,” she said her eyes widening. “You’ll have more of that when we get back,” she compensated. 

“Oh, you’re a sex magnet, Kylie. I can’t help it,” he said pulling away his hand with a lusty expression still etched on his face. She laughed and gazed at him while her hand reached for the bulge in his pants.

“May I?” she asked and squeezed the mouse in his trouser before he could speak.

“Hey Kylie keep your eyes on the road!” Gibi said and she screamed letting go of the wheel and holding up her hands like she was crashing. Her sudden loud screaming although there was no oncoming vehicle to smash on startled Gibi. 

“What’s that for?” asked Gibi.

“Nothing,” she laughed. “Just one of my dramatic antics when I’m so thrilled!” And she continued laughing. “Anyway, tonight’s the night. What we did this morning was a sort of dry run. I’ll baptize you in the name of my mouth, tits and pussy.”

“And so I’ll be born or rather ‘burn again’ in your hot…” Gibi trailed off licking his lips with great anticipation. 

When they reached the top they kissed like teen-agers and Kylie whispered sweet nothings into their ears. “When we get back home, I’ll give you another blow job to end all blow jobs and you’ll scream,” she said in a girlish tone. They walked around the edge, watched the breathtaking view, and exchanged rapport with each other interspersed with loving kisses.

Gibi drove the car back home and commented that she had chosen a car that was more fun to drive than he expected. 

“What about the owner of the car?” 

“Totally upbeat, cool, alluring, classy and wow, what a guzzler!” he said coyly.

“You’re a good critic. You should write for Rolling Stone.” 

Back in the house, the two went to Kylie’s audio visual room. They fixed some drinks and Kylie played a homemade video of herself strutting about in a black short peignoir open in the middle in her bedroom. It showed partly her cleavage, flat abs and v-string black panties. In the video she appeared sensually studying herself in the mirror making a few erotic dance moves like what she might be practicing for her music video. Her hands wandered and caressed her body emphasizing her breasts through the sheer fabric as well as her tight rounded bottom. After that she sat on the edge of her bed and slipped out of her panties although no pussy was shown. The camera panned up from her legs past her hips and tits the nipples faintly showing and then her lovely face. Then her hand was shown close-up moving over her silky smooth thigh until her teddy was raised above her hips and a neat trimmed dark bushed appeared. On close up she fluffed her pubic curls flattened by her panties until it ended up playing herself. 




A Birthday To Remember



Onscreen, Kylie was showing her wondrous pussy and its pink wattles as her fingers used her favorite technique of getting her off.

Offscreen she was slowly stripping down her clothes.

“Who shot this film?” Gibi turned to her and startled to see her already topless and feeling her lovely pair of breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples.

“Secret. I won’t tell you,” she replied with eyes closed. 

Gibi was once again hard as a rock. He was pleased to learn something about how Kylie would touch herself and bring herself to a shuddering climax. Words were not spoken much during the show and when it was through he looked at Kylie and their eyes locked. “Let’s watch another show. Shall we?” Kylie suggested.

“As you wish.”

When the video came on, Kylie stood and shimmied. 

Na na na na, can’t get u out of my mind… Kylie laughed. “Oh how I love to watch myself. I’m so full of vanity.”

“You’re really fantastic. I think you’ve got the best sexy video.”

“And what about Britney Spears’?”

“Not even close.”

“I believe you. No it’s too much boasting, I like Britney too. I admire her talent,” she laughed.

Kylie cradled his face with her hands and planted roving kisses on his face, lips, and earlobe. Gibi swallowed the tingling sensation. She straddled his lap. 

Gibi was again treated to her perfectly petite hourglass figure with two perky tits projecting from her chest. She drew them pert jugs toward Gibi and let her hard gumdrop nipples be captured and chewed by his lips.

Kylie unbuttoned Gibi’s shirt and bared his smooth chest. She kissed his nipples then tracked down to his rippled tummy. Unbuckling his belt he unzipped his shorts gently. When Kylie tugged down the shorts, his GI Joe snapped out and stood at attention. Her fingers curled around it and smeared his big knob across her glossy lips like a fat lipstick. She sealed her lips at the ridge of his knob brushing the tip of her tongue under as she circled around. His cock jerked in response as she licked sway under the slit of his cock.

Soon she took it in her mouth making delicious sounds. Gibi could feel his cum being sucked up and he didn’t want to come yet so he wheeled out of the couch and made Kylie sat back on. 

He sank on his knees on the carpeted floor and run his hands around the curves of Kyle’s body. He nibbled her breasts and licked at her stiff nipples. 

Kylie poised her legs like the MacDonald’s M at the front edge of the sofa. He had pulled off her panties and her pussy was once again on show enchanting and smelling like perfumed garden. Gibi lost no time zapping up the appetizers by kissing and nibbling her inner thighs before going to the main course. As he neared his destination he thought of a style on how to orally send Kylie sky-high. His idea was the ‘alphabet game’ wherein he would draw the capital letters of the A-B-C with his tongue very slowly around her jutting clit. And so he plunged to work and when he reached K, Kylie was squirming and at M, her chimes were already ringing.

“I want you inside me now, Gibi” Kylie ordered in panting breath. When Gibi entered her, sex was strident, explosive, wall-banging seizure beyond description. He was hard as steel but she had the vice-grip to match.

“Pull it out when you’re about to cum. I want to see your spunk shoot out from your cock.” 

When Gibi did, Kylie moaned happily and whorishly waggled her tongue, beckoning to deliver his spunky loads. Gibi threw his head back and started spurting thick creamy sperm all over her face.

“Happy birthday, Gibi” she said. “This is better than blowing candles on a cake, isn’t it?” she added and swallowed back his gradually softening cock, which by then she could take all entirely. 

“If there’s a more profound word other than ‘thank you’ I would express it now. “I love you, Kylie, you’re the greatest thing that ever happened to me” he said planting a very affectionate kiss on her sperm drenched lips. 

The following morning they played tennis in Kylie’s own courtyard. Kyle had no underwear beneath her white tennis skirt. Gibi kept loosing, as he could not concentrate on the game.

In the afternoon Kylie brought Gibi to a shopping spree and at night time, they had a romantic dinner at a fine restaurant. When they got home they jumped on the bed and made love that was one for the books—utilizing 20 famous positions from around the world. 

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A Birthday to Remember



Ken swore softly as he looked at the clock. It was only 1 pm, and he was in a rotten mood. It was bad enough that he had to work on his birthday, but his lover Wayde had left for work that morning with a quick "Happy Birthday" and nothing else. Not a kiss or hug, or even a hint of plans for later on. To make it worse, Ken was so horny he could scream. Wayde hadn't been feeling well, and they had not had any fun for days.

The only bright spot in his day was an email he had received from Dee, a friend and co-author from New York. It had popped up in his inbox that morning. She had sent a very sexy electronic card, with a hunky guy and a beautiful girl making love as " Happy Birthday to you" played softly in the background. She had included a personal message, which got his heart racing and his cock stiffening. Just thinking of it now made him hard again. Dee was so sexy! 

Although they had never met, Ken had seen nude pictures of her, and had always dreamed of fucking her senseless as she screamed in pleasure. He rubbed the bulge in his pants, wishing he could jack off right there, but there were others around. He stood, intending to go to the men's room to take care of his arousal, when the office intercom crackled to life. "Ken James, please report to the Vice President's office to fix a programming problem. Ken James, report immediately."

Cursing under his breath, Ken walked over to the executive area and pushed the door open slowly, willing his erection to go down. By the time he walked over to the desk, things were back to normal. The Vice President, a really hot older man named Brad, thanked him for coming (oh, how he wished he could come with Brad), and showed him the problem. It only took a few minutes to fix. One of Brad's personal files had caused a virus throughout the system. After fixing it, Ken told Brad what to do to avoid viruses in the future and began to leave. Just as he was going out the door, Brad said " By the way Ken...Happy Birthday!"

Ken was stunned. He had no idea Brad knew anything about him. He smiled at Brad and thanked him, and got the sexiest smile in return. Brad told him that since it was his birthday, he could leave early. Ken wasn't going to lose that chance, but he had to take care of something first. Being so close to Brad had made his cock hard again.

He went into the men's room and locked the door. Dropping his pants, he stroked his erect prick. He was so turned on that it only took a few strokes before he was moaning and shooting his cum into the toilet. After finishing himself off, he collected his things and went home.

Ken pulled into the driveway of the house he and Wayde shared. Wayde had told him the night before that he would be home early so they could have a quiet birthday celebration. Ken really hadn't felt up to a big party, but he wanted to start the next year of his life off with a bang. As he turned off the engine of his car, he looked at the house, and his heart fell to his shoes. Wayde's truck was nowhere in sight, and the house was dark and cold. This was really turning into a wonderful day, Ken thought dismally. He gathered his things and walked inside, turning on some lights as he went into the kitchen. There was a note on the table.

"Hi Ken, Had to go pick something up. I don't know how long it will take. Maybe we can celebrate another time. See you later. Love, Wayde."

Ken couldn't believe his eyes. He really needed Wayde to understand that this was a day they should be sharing. What could be so important that it couldn't wait until the next day? He sat down at the table with a beer, his heart in his shoes. For Wayde's birthday, he had arranged a surprise party complete with male strippers, and had topped that off by letting Wayde fuck him outside, with all their buddies watching and jerking off on top of them. Now Wayde couldn't even be bothered to stay home on his birthday.

After drinking a couple of beers, Ken began to wish he was anywhere else. He thought about it, and decided that since Wayde wasn't going to help him celebrate, he would just give himself a birthday gift. Turning on the lights in the living room, Ken put one of the new DVD's he had picked up into the machine. It was a really hot movie, starring some of his favorite porn actors and actresses. Ken always got off on these types of movies, because although he really loved Wayde and their basically gay lifestyle, he found women very arousing, especially if they had big tits like his sweet Dee. Opening his pants and taking his cock out, he began to idly play with the head and rub the precum around the tip. 

Just then he heard a noise. He froze with his cock in his hand. There it was again! It was coming from the basement. Ken pushed his cock back into his pants and got up, taking a flashlight from the shelf. They had been having some trouble with mice, but this sounded too big to be a mouse. Ken pushed open the door to the basement, and began to walk down the steps to the den they had made when Ken began to write erotic fiction. He stopped as he heard what sounded like someone giggling. As he started down the steps again, he heard a distinct moan. Now he was really upset. There were some very horny teenagers living next door, and if they thought they could use his basement as some kind of lover's lane...they were sadly mistaken.

Ken shone his flashlight on the sofa in the den, and gasped in shock. At that moment, the lights were flicked on, and Wayde, Dee, her boyfriend Gary and Brad shouted " Surprise! Happy Birthday!" They were all completely naked, except for large red ribbons and bows tied around the men's erect cocks and Dee's chest. Ken stood there with his mouth open, until Dee smiled and said " well, baby, don't just stand there. Come here and use that open mouth for what it was made for." Walking over to him, she pulled him close for a deep, passionate kiss. The others were lined up to share birthday kisses and much more with the now grinning birthday boy.

Wayde pulled Ken into his arms as Dee knelt to suck Gary's cock, which had wilted a bit but was stiff again. Wayde pushed Ken onto the sofa and knelt next to Dee. The two of them took turns sucking the two men on the couch, switching back and forth until both Ken and Gary were moaning loudly. Brad just watched, fondling his 9 inch cock, until Ken reached over and pulled him down next to him. They kissed as Ken stroked Brad to full hardness. Wayde took his mouth off Ken's dick long enough to say "Are we all ready for the birthday cake?" 

Ken moaned in pleasure as Wayde went back to sucking him, and a couple of minutes later he and Gary shot their loads in unison, into Dee and Wayde's waiting mouths. Brad groaned and came all over Ken's hand, excited beyond reason at the scene he had just participated in.

Wayde stood up and went to get the cake. The guests all sang " Happy Birthday" to Ken once again, but when he blew out the candles, Gary smiled. Stopping Dee before she could cut the cake, he said "Honey, I think we could find a better use for all this whipped cream. Remember our gift idea for Ken?" Dee nodded, a large grin on her face, and leaned over to whisper something to Wayde and Brad. They both nodded. 

Ken was perplexed, until Brad took a handful of the icing from the cake, smearing it on his cock. He pushed Ken onto his hands and knees on the carpet. Kneeling behind him, Brad thrust his stiff cock into Ken's ass. Both of them groaned with ecstasy as Brad fucked Ken while using more of the whipped cream to jerk Ken off in unison with his thrusts. Dee knelt in front of Ken and pushed Brad's hands away, taking Ken's cock deep into her mouth with a mouthful of cake. She smeared icing all over Ken's dick as she deepthroated him. 

Gary dropped to his knees and pushed his dick into Dee's ass, shoving her deeper onto Ken's prick. Ken was in heaven, getting it from both ends. Wayde knelt behind Gary and said softly " Gary, I know you're straight, but do you think you could make an exception tonight? Your ass is driving me nuts. I just have to have you. I promise I won't cum in your butt if you don't want me to. "Gary was lost in the feel of Dee's tight ass milking the cum from his dick, but he glanced up at Wayde and just nodded. 

Wayde dropped to the floor with a moan of pleasure, and started fingering Gary's ass with the whipped cream, opening him up for what was to come. Gary moaned, first in pain, then in pleasure, as Wayde thrust one and then two fingers into his tight asshole. Wayde rubbed the head of his cock over Gary's rosebud, then pushed his cock into the tight hole. Gary groaned as Wayde filled him. For the next few minutes, all that was heard was the sound of balls slapping against butt cheeks. Suddenly, Ken screamed in ecstasy as Brad pounded his ass and Dee lashed his cock and balls with her moist tongue. More screams were heard as the lovers reached their peaks one after another. 

Wayde kept his promise and pulled out in time to shoot his load on Gary's ass. Dee cried out in ecstasy as Gary emptied himself into her. Hearing her moans brought Ken over the edge, and he shot load after load into her waiting mouth as Brad groaned and filled Ken's butt with his cream.

The 5 friends collapsed in a sweaty heap on the floor, kissing and caressing each other as their heart rates slowed. Ken and the people who loved him best all agreed that this had been a birthday to remember.

Heartfelt thanks to my friend and fellow author, KenJames, for his continued inspiration.



A Birthday to Remember



Ray spent the day before his birthday doing all of the things that he wanted. He started his day with a hard workout at the gym and a long soak in the steam room, and then proceeded to have a hearty breakfast at his favorite restaurant. He spent the rest of his morning shopping around his favorite shops before relaxing at a local theater. His wife Amy came along for the ride, and also enjoyed everything her husband had planned out. The weather was warm for a mid-march day and the sky was blue. A more perfect day could not have been asked for. Ray was ready to relax at home by the time evening came, but Amy had other plans.

Amy surprised him with a long massage and then scooted him into a hot shower. Ray spent a long time under the hot water and was pleasantly surprised to find a cold cocktail waiting for him on the edge of the bathroom sink when he climbed out of the shower. He took a drink and savored the cold, burning sensation of the alcohol sliding down his throat. He wasn't thinking of anything else as he opened the door and stepped out of the steamy bathroom.

The television had been turned off, and had been replaced by the stereo. The music was gothic in nature and the woman singing had a thick and sexy voice. The door to the bedroom was open and Ray could see from the strong light that all of the lamps in the room were turned on. The situation seemed very strange, as it was hardly the romantic mood that he thought Amy had been trying to create. The door to the guest bedroom was closed and a light coming from under the door let Ray know where Amy was. He turned to head to his room, but the door to the guest room opened slightly and Amy poked her head out. She was wearing fresh makeup, but Ray couldn't see what else.

"There are some items for you on the bed. Put them on and wait for me. I also left you something to think about as well." Amy told him with a smile.

Ray smiled. The commanding tone of her voice told him that she had switched gears and that his relaxing evening was about to change. Little did Ray know, that as he made his way into the bedroom, just how much it would change. All of the lamps in the room were turned on as he suspected and he immediately noticed that the digital camera was sitting on the dresser and the camcorder was set on the tripod in a corner of the room.

The room was set as it usually was when Ray and Amy would film themselves, but Ray was always the one to set things up. The items on the bed caught Ray's eyes, and he quickly investigated them. Amy had placed a pair of briefs that snapped open in the front, and a leather collar on the bed. Next to the clothing was a magazine that Ray had recently purchased and had shown Amy a few days prior. Ray slid the shorts on and then fastened the collar around his neck. He then relaxed on the bed to flip through the magazine.

The magazine was an import that he had purchased from Japan, and contained pictures and articles about S&M, and Female domination. The magazine had caught his eye one evening while surfing the web, and it was by far more than he could have hoped for. The pictures of the Mistress's were clear and large, and they did not shy away from any form of kink. There was dildo play, oral worship, cream pies, and even golden showers. Ray had an eye for kink, and the magazine delivered. He leafed through the pages, but there was so much that he had no idea what Amy could have been planning. He slowly stroked his cock as he waited for her, and was soon sporting a full-blown erection.

"I didn't give you permission to do that!" Said Amy. She was standing in the doorway and Ray had not heard her come in.

Ray was floored. She had gone all out to dress for the night. She was wearing her black leather corset, matching choker, stockings and boots. Amy had heavily curled her red hair the way he liked and the dark makeup she chose made her look even more the part of a bitchy dominatrix. He could also smell her perfume and was intoxicated by it. It was rare that Amy wore a heavy amount of perfume, but it was that overpowering scent that Ray loved.

Amy walked across the room and snatched the magazine from his hand. She sat it on the nightstand before addressing him.

"I let you do everything that you wanted to today, but not any longer. Your going to do what I want now, so it's all up to you as to whether you enjoy it or not. Quite frankly, I don't care either way." She said.

Ray watched as she retrieved a small package from the nightstand that he had failed to notice before. She opened the box and withdrew a set of rubber rings.

"Stand up." She told him.

Ray stood up and waited as Amy fingered the rings in her hand. She looked at the floor and looked like she was about to kneel, but stopped.

"I'm not going to kneel in front of you. Get your ass on the bed and stand up." She said.

Ray turned to get on the bed and received a sound slap on the ass while doing so. He got to knees and then stood on the mattress, but had to extend his hands to touch the ceiling to keep his balance.

"That's better. Now keep still." Amy told him. She unsnapped the opening of his shorts, and let his prick free. His cock was sticking out, hard as rock directly in front of her. Ray tried to keep still as she fitted a band over his cock, and slid it down to the base. She spread the ring with her fingers and pushed both of his balls through. The ring returned to its normal size when she removed her fingers, and Ray felt the heavy pressure as his balls were separated from his shaft. She then took a second but smaller ring and rolled it down his shaft. The ring felt tight even as she rolled it, and she fitted it at the very base of his cock. Ray could feel his cock throbbing and could see the veins bulging along the bright red shaft. He thought she was done, but Amy had one final ring, and this one was the smallest. He grunted through gritted teeth as she slipped it over the head of his cock. She nestled it snugly directly beneath the crown, and Ray could feel that this ring had a small ball that pressed against the underside of his cock.

"That should keep that cock from misfiring. Do you like it?" Amy asked as she leaned back and admired her handy work.

"Yes." Ray answered.

He immediately knew that he had responded improperly. Amy's hand snaked out and she gave him a firm but not bruising slap across his prick. "Yes what?" She demanded.

"Yes Mistress." Ray said quickly.

Amy smiled and grabbed a hold of his prick. She gave it a few firm strokes that threatened to topple Ray from the bed before releasing him. She turned and retrieved the digital camera from the dresser, and proceeded to take a few pictures of his bound cock. Ray winced as she slapped it a few times and commented about the pretty shade of red.

"All right. Get your ass on the floor." She ordered while setting the camera down. Ray complied and watched as she switched on the video camera. He could see the view screen from where he knelt and the camera was capturing a perfect view of the action. 

Amy bent over at the waist and shoved her ass into his face with one swift movement. Her cunt was already drooling and Ray pressed his face between her cheeks and lapped at her juices with his outstretched tongue.

"You haven't earned that yet. I want your tongue in my ass." She commanded. Ray complied and began to push his tongue into her pink ring, and was rewarded by Amy reaching back to push his face even further between her cheeks. She had taken a shower before giving him his massage, and her ass was relaxed from the hot soap and water. The tip of his tongue easily forced her puckered hole to open. He slowly pressed more and more of his tongue inside her bowels until he could go no further. Ray labored to wiggle his tongue, but even though she had relaxed, her ass was still far too tight for such a thing.

Ray twisted his head to a fro in an attempt to swirl his tongue in Amy's ass. He eventually pulled free, but thrust is tongue back inside before her hole could contract. Amy bore down on one of his thrusts, and her ass opened up wider than before, allowing his tongue to sink inside to a new depth. Ray felt her pushing, and pressed his face so hard between her cheeks that his air was cut off. Even though she had cleaned, he could taste the musky inside of her ass chute, and the nastiness of it all only drove him further. He labored to breath and was sucking in short snorts of air as his slurping sounds filled the room.

"That's it. Eat my ass. I want you to suck the inside of my ass!" Amy growled as she ground her ass back against his tongue. Her pink ass ring had expanded from the constant probing of his tongue, and she could feel his saliva mixing in her ass and leaking out around his tongue. Amy hadn't planned on climaxing so soon, but Ray was working wonders on her poop chute, and she couldn't resist it. 

"You better not let that tongue slip out. Keep sucking my ass bitch!" She commanded as she let go of his head. Ray had not intention on moving, and kept on feasting on her ass as she slid her hand between her legs and began furiously rubbing her clit. Amy was closer to climaxing than Ray knew, and it was barely a minute before her hips bucked and she came. It was one of the most intense orgasms that she ever had. Her pussy squirted multiple times, both coating her fingers and splashing on the floor.

Amy finally found the strength to pull away. She quickly twisted and presented her ass to the camera. She held her ass cheeks apart with her hands and displayed her gaping hole. 

""I want everybody to see what a good ass sucker you are. You worked my hole wide open with your tongue you dirty ass licker." Amy said with a sneer.

She stood, turned and looked down at Ray, who was still trying to catch his breath. His lips were slightly swollen from the wild ride, and his face was flushed. His cock was still rock hard and bobbing between his legs.

"Now what should you say?" Amy asked.

"Thank you for allowing me to suck your ass Mistress." Ray said. He was somewhat amazed at what was happening. Amy had played the dominant role before, but never with as much gusto or realism.

Amy smiled, and it was a wicked one. "Look at that. You made me come on the floor." She said, indicating a puddle on the floor. "Get down there and lick it up." 

Ray balked at the command, but should not have doubted her resolve. Amy grabbed him by his hair and quickly brought his face down to the floor. "I said lick it up bitch!" She yelled.

The violent action caused Ray to obey immediately. He extended his tongue and lapped up the salty puddle, even licking up the mess that had dripped from her well-reamed ass. She held his face down until the floor was clean of her fluids. This was definitely a new side of Amy, and he was shocked, but more excited than ever.

Amy climbed onto the bed and positioned herself on her hands and knees. "Get up here and put that cock to use." She commanded him. She laid her head down on her folded arms and raised her ass further in the air. Ray climbed onto the bed and positioned himself behind her. He wiped the head of his cock between her drooling cuntlips and then slid inside. He made one continuous push and buried his cock in to the hilt, which was the exact way Amy liked.

"Now fuck my cunt hard and deep." Amy demanded.

Ray gripped her hips in his hands and began to fuck her with as much force as he could muster. The rings around his cock made everything hypersensitive, and Amy was cruelly squeezing him with every thrust. His strokes were hard and long, with him almost pulling free each time he withdrew. This continued for almost a full ten minutes, and by which time Ray had reached a tortuous ecstasy.

"Harder!" Amy demanded, and Ray struggled to comply. He was already thrusting as hard as he could, but dug his fingers into her hips and began swinging his hips with everything he had. The rings were making an orgasm more difficult to achieve, but not impossible. He was grunting with every thrust, and Amy didn't seem any closer to climaxing. The friction from her cunt was burning his cock and his balls were dripping with her juice. He could feel his orgasm approaching and tried to anticipate what Amy would want.

"I can't hold out much longer. May I please come Mistress?" Ray asked, which caused Amy to grin.

"No, not yet. I'm not satisfied." Amy told him.

Ray groaned in frustration and his thrusting slowed a bit. "I didn't tell you to slow down bitch!" She yelled.

Ray resumed fucking the way she wanted, but he knew that he would be unable to keep from climaxing. He tried to think of anything that would curb his excitement, but nothing seemed to work. He could feel his stomach knotting up and knew that he had only a few seconds.

"Mistress, I can't hold out any longer at this pace." He said feverishly.

"Very well, but you'll pay for not being able to hold out." Amy said ominously.

Ray didn't like the sound of it, so he tried even harder to last. Her warning helped him to last a bit longer and he believed he had it under control. "You asked to come bitch, so do it"! Amy yelled. The slight progress he had made in delaying his orgasm was quickly erased. He didn't dare defy her, because he didn't know what she would do. Ray began taking slower but harder strokes, and Amy was forced to brace herself with her hands to keep from being driven forward. He found it far easier to cum than to try and not. His cock throbbed and he could feel the sperm as it surged down the shaft. He cried out in both pleasure and pain as it burst forth from the swollen head and he could swear that he could actually felt the rings expand from the pressure 

"Don't stop!" Amy ordered, and Ray kept pumping. She waited until she was sure his cock had been emptied. She signaled for him to stop and then pulled away. Ray collapsed back on his knees exhaustedly. His cock was still hard, and was coated with his slick cum and her cunt cream.

"Get the camcorder." Amy told him. Ray weakly climbed from the bed and retrieved the camcorder from the tripod. Amy took it, and ordered him back on the bed.

"Lay on your back." She said. Once he had done so, she straddled his chest, and smiled while pointing the camera at him. "I told you that you would pay for not lasting longer, but since it's your birthday, and you love my cunt, I'll let you clean it up." 

Ray could only lay and wait as Amy slid forward and positioned her cunt over his mouth. She held the camera out to catch every bit of action and then began to push. He had wondered why she had just not simply pressed her cunt o to his mouth, but knew why when he saw her cunt lips began to bulge outward. A pearly drop of sperm appeared between her lips and then began to grow. It formed a long, thick string that hung from her cunt by at least three inches.

"Open up cunt licker." She demanded. Ray held his mouth open, and he realized that he was actually salivating. The thick glob dropped abruptly into his mouth, but Amy stopped him before he could swallow. "Wait for it all." She said.

Ray kept his mouth open as she pushed again, and this time he was rewarded with an even large amount of cream that was only a bit thinner in consistency. The third push produced less, and Amy had to slide two fingers deep into her cunt to fish for more. She pulled the gooey fingers out and smeared them all over his lips and under his nose.

"Okay, now swallow it bitch." She said with a laugh. Ray swallowed it slowly, and it slid like a warm oyster down his throat. He opened his mouth when he was done to show her.

"That's good. Did you like it?" Amy asked.

"Yes." Ray replied. From her tone, he had taken for granted that she was asking about the entire session.

"Yes? I thought you had learned your place, but it seems I will have to punish you. Get on the fucking floor and kneel."

Ray realized his mistake, but all too late. He climbed off the bed and knelt on the floor. He had no idea what she had in mind for him as a punishment.

"This has been a long time coming. I was hesitant at first, but this seems to be the only way to truly show you that I am in control." Amy growled.

Amy climbed off of the bed moved until she was standing directly in front of him. She was standing so close that Ray again mistook what she wanted. He immediately moved his head forward and tried to lick her slit, but was stopped by a knee to his chest.

"Oh no! I gave you a treat and you forgot who was the boss!" Amy said. She was still holding the video camera, and he knew that whatever she was planning, she wanted to capture it on film. She seemed to hesitate for a second and Ray thought that she was changing her mind. His intuition proved to be totally wrong.

"Turn around and lean against the bed." She told him. When he seemed to not understand her meaning, she grabbed his shoulder and turned him so that his back was pressed against the side of the bed. In this position, she stepped forward and straddled his chest. His head was trapped between her pussy and the mattress and he had no room to move.

"Open your mouth!" She commanded, and it finally dawned on Ray what she intended to do. His stomach was full of butterflies as he did so. Time seemed to slow down as he waited. He caught sight of himself in the camera lens, and it was in that exact instant that the first burst of her pee caught him in the face. Most of it landed in his mouth, but some splashed up his nose, and he began to sputter.

"Keep your fucking mouth open! If you spill it I'll make you suck it up from the floor!" She yelled.

Amy adjusted her angle and the next spurt was more controlled. It landed in Ray's mouth and he quickly swallowed. Amy filmed a few more spurts before pulling away. "Turn back around the way you were before. But keep that toilet of a mouth open." She commanded.

Ray turned around and stayed on his knees with his mouth open as she ordered. She played with the angle of the camera for a second before tilting her hips and letting go with a powerful stream of salty piss. Her aim wasn't perfect but it was good, and Ray had to move very little to catch the stream. Amy grunted and laughed as her pee arched through the air and landed in his mouth. His mouth filled up quickly and it began to sound exactly like a toilet bowl.

Amy cut the stream and gave him a second to swallow before firing a second salvo. The second stream started strong but rapidly weakened, and Ray scrambled forward to keep from spilling any. What little that did splash made the floor slick, and he almost slipped in his frantic movement. He followed the stream directly to her cunt and pressed his mouth to it as she finished relieving herself. 

"Very good slut. Go take a shower. You smell like piss." Amy said with a sneer of disgust. 

Ray stripped and did just that, but made sure to not take too long. He was still wearing the rubber rings, and they were becoming a bit uncomfortable. When he was done, he entered back into the room, where Amy was relaxing on the bed. Her wasted urine had been cleaned from the floor, and a fresh pair of silk boxers and a matching robe waited for him on the bed.

"May I change into fresh clothes Mistress?" Ray asked. 

Amy laughed loudly. She took the clothes and held them out for her husband. "I'm all done as Mistress for the night, but I must say that I had fun. I hope you enjoyed it too?" She said.

Ray smiled as he took the clothes. "That was more intense than I could have ever imagined. I loved it!" He exclaimed. Amy didn't say anything as she slipped from the bed and knelt in front of him. She removed each ring, and Ray groaned as each slipped off. Amy then gave his cock a soft licking, and finished off with a soft pat on the still-tender head. Ray was spent, and after slipping into his clothes, he collapsed on the bed.




A Birthday to Remember



Amy cuddled up close to him and was stroking his chest as she talked. "I figured that it was time to do some of the things that I know you always talk about, but I also knew that you needed to be pushed into doing them. I hope I didn't take things too far." She said.

"No, no. That was wonderful. Being forced into is part of the thrill, and you had me so excited that I would have tried just about anything." He explained. 

"That's good, because I have a hell of a lot more planned for my slut-slave tomorrow." 

Amy said before moving up to give him a deep kiss. Ray didn't know just how much more she had planned. She knew that she would start off the day with a shower and her usual trip to use the toilet; the rich dessert would guarantee it. She also decided that it would be wasteful to use toilet paper when she had such a handy slave.

Amy drifted off to sleep before Ray, and he could only guess as to why she still had such a devious smile on her face.



A Birthday to Remember



Looking back, I have had many good birthdays. A few of them have been great birthdays. As a member of the male sex, I recall each of these more exceptional days with crystal clear clarity. There is one birthday that by far out shines the rest. I will always see it as one the reasons people should believe in Carpe Diem. And it all has to do with a girl named Heather.

I had not seen Heather in over three years when I bumped into her at the movies. The last time was right before she broke up with a friend of mine. She was the same bright-eyed girl I remembered. But importantly, she still had a terribly infectious laugh. We were soon laughing at how both us had left rather uninspiring relationships. Heather had become bored with her boyfriend, and that was what prompted her to leave. I believe her specific words were "I look at him and I don't get wet anymore." Her friends joined mine and we sat down to enjoy the movie. All throughout the movie, Heather and I kept sneaking glances at one another. After the movie, all of us went out to dinner and then ended up back at the apartment of one of my friends. The night passed quickly, and Heather asked if I could drive her home. Her friends lived in the opposite direction from the apartment than her, and she didn't want to inconvenience them at 1:00 in the morning. The 20 minute drive passed quickly, and I was reluctant to let the evening end. She made the decision for me.

"Remember when I told you that 'I look at him and I don't get wet anymore.'?" Heather asked.

I smiled and said "You don't really forget a statement like that."

"Well I've been wet since we left the movie theater. Take me back to your place."

I made the 20 minutes drive to my place in less than eight minutes.

When we got into my bedroom, I don't ever recall kissing someone so hard in all my life. Clothes were thrown everywhere, and I know I literally ripped her panties off. Heather was a natural blonde, which was something new to me. Having dated brunettes all my life, the surprise of seeing how light her bush was just did something to me. I threw her on my bed and just dived between her legs. My arms wrapped around her legs and I buried my tongue in her dripping pussy. In all my life, I don't ever recall any woman cumming so quickly. She managed to bury her head in a pillow, but I could still hear her screams and moans. There was something that just made me want more. My hands went right up her stomach and cupped her breasts. Her nipples slipped between my fingers, and I pinched them while squeezing her breasts. At nearly the same time, I sucked her clit into my mouth ... hard. She went berserk. Fortunately for me, I lived alone because her scream would have woken any roommate up. As it stands, I know she woke up some of my neighbors because of the stares we got the next morning.

Almost overnight, we had been dating for about a month and my birthday was the next day. Although our hands and mouths wandered all over one another, but there was no ... penetration so to say. Then again, any man who would complain about getting head from Heather would find himself being laughed at by every man in sight. Heather had many fine qualities ... and features. At 25, she was surprisingly easy to talk to, fun, and very playful. Furthermore, she was beyond the typical mentality of most women her age. She could tell you something was bothering her without bitching or whining. She never made a scene in front of others. When she was horny, she did not play around; she came right out and told you. And these weren't even her sexual qualities. She loved sex, and this is where her other features were considerable. In addition to being a natural blonde, Heather was haired blue-eyed girl who stood a towering 4'11" tall and weighed about 95 pounds dripping wet and naked. She was rather thin everywhere except her chest. She wore a 32D bra. Yes, a 32D. In public, she was very conscientious about her chest. I recall seeing her running for the first time. She crossed her arms over her chest because if she hated having men just stare at her. Past that, I positively loved the fact that every single time my fingers made their way into her panties, she was always dripping wet. To top it off, her skin was incredibly soft. Her whole body was unbelievably smooth. As if that wasn't enough, she had full lips and a tongue so soft and wet that words cannot describe it. And every time she went down on me, she loved to look up into my eyes. They always seemed a little brighter. So yes, I know of no man who would complain about getting blow jobs from this little minx.

It was my birthday, and regrettably I could not get the day off work. As if to add insult to injury, it was one of those sweet times when my birthday happened to be on a Friday. An impromptu three day weekend filled with the many oral delights Heather and I could share in that time would have made my year. As usual, the Sales meeting was long and boring. I returned to my desk to find the phone ringing.

"Engineering, this is Justin," I said as I answered my phone.

"Hello handsome. Happy Birthday. Are you enjoying your day?"

"Mostly. Yes, because you have forever defined what a birthday BJ will mean. No, because I have to deal with the Sales Department instead of spending the entire day with you. It was a lot of fun to see the Sales guys pissed off because I was smiling throughout the entire meeting."

"Well good. You should know that I was awake for nearly an hour waiting for you to have morning wood. I have never been that excited about waking someone up on their birthday. And hopefully, what I have to say will hopefully plaster that smile on your face for the rest of the day. We have been dating for a month, and although we played around quite a bit we haven't fucked yet."

"Such language young lady. If it was your birthday, you would be getting an additional spanking for such ..."

"Justin ..."

"Yes Heather ..."

"Shut up and let me finish."

"Okay, lay it on me."

"As I was saying, we haven't fucked yet and I know you have wanted to. Yet, you have never pushed me. At all, and I really appreciate that. You're the only guy I have dated who has ever treated me that way, allowing me to approach the sexual side of our dating at my own pace. Two weeks ago, when I said I wanted us to get tested, you didn't even blink. When we got the clean bill of health back, you didn't push then either. And I have really liked that. This will sound odd, but the one thing I enjoy most is when you are looking at me while I am nude. Most guys just see my tits, but you look at me as if you were looking at a priceless treasure."

It's true, Heather was delight to look at whether she was clothed or nude. She just exuded sexuality. Especially when we were alone. She wasn't full of herself. She was just confident. I also had the feeling she felt comfortable with me as well. Clothed or otherwise, seeing her always made me smile ear to ear.

"I have never really thought about until just a few days ago, but I actually look for reasons to strip down. I love it when you look at me. The way you smile when you see me just makes me melt. And I have wanted to do something for you. Something huge. And your birthday has given me the perfect opportunity. I have been waiting all week for today. I almost told you this morning, but I liked the thought of calling you at work and tell you this while you are there. I am ready. Ready for you to fuck me. This weekend, you get me ... all of me. Specifically, your present is this: I want you to send me an email with any five desires you would like to fulfill with me. Yes, sexual desires. And I want to walk funny on Monday, so come up with some good ones for your five wishes. And outside of the limits ..."

Her limits were simple: no anal sex, no toilet sex, and no one else except us two. These were limits I could definitely live with.

"... everything else outside the limits is fair game. Everything."

She seemed to emphasize that last part. With that emphasis, my mind went into overdrive.

"There is however one condition. You have to let me decide how and when during the night that I will fulfill each of your five ideas. Is that acceptable?"

"Yes it is. And Heather ..."

"Yes, Justin?"

Lowering my voice to just above a whisper I said, "You know that one of the five is definitely going to be the two of us fucking."

"I was hoping you would say that," she replied softly.

"Now back to work with you, and send me that email. Pick me up at six okay? Oh, and be descriptive. I love it when you get descriptive."

And with that, she was gone. Now I don't know about any other red-blooded man on the planet, but that email took about five minutes to write. And by descriptive, I know she wants me to be vivid in my desires as well as more than a little vulgar. Heather was one of those truly delicious women that loves to talk dirty.

-------------------- The Five Desires

1 - I want to watch you play with yourself. Even with my hands and mouth pleasuring you as much as I do (which we both know is at least three times a day), I know there you still masturbate. Not often, but I know you do. For some reason, you think you have to hide this from me. But Heather, this is not something you have to hide. EVER! Feel free to play whenever you like. Hell, I want to watch. I want to see you naked with your legs spread wide. I want a perfect view of everything. Your fingers playing with your clit. Staring as you slide your wet fingers up and down your lips. I want to look into your eyes when your finger slips inside. I want you to see the complete lust in my eyes as I observe the show you put on. Simply put, I want to see how fucking wet your pussy will get AND how hard you will cum with me watching you fuck yourself.

2 - I want another birthday blow job. Even though we are going to fuck tonight, I will never tire of your mouth. I think you know exactly how much I love being able to look down in your baby blue eyes as you slowly work your lips and tongue up and down my shaft. But when I cum, I want you to let me finish on your tits. Your comments about how I look at you were flattering. I just believe in seeing the whole picture, not just a portion of it. Make no mistake, I enjoy seeing your big ... what should I say here ... breasts, tits, ta-tas, hooters, bumpers, melons, jugs. *grin* I know there is more to you than a great rack. However, there is just something so primal, so carnal about the thought of seeing your very perfect breasts coated with my seed. And I don't want you to clean it off either.

3 - Fucking, where do we begin. Given number two above, I relish the thought of laying back and having you straddle me. Starting slow and getting faster. I must be somewhat crude here and say I would love to watch your perfect mounds bouncing up down as you ride me ... especially with my dried cum on them. Know that I intend on playing with you while you ride away. Your clit, your ass, your legs, your arms, and yes your breasts. I know you love feeling my hands roam your body when I have my tongue buried in your pussy. I would have to imagine you will love it even more when my cock is buried in your pussy as my hands roam your body, searching for those places that drive you insane.

4 - The shower. I have thoroughly enjoyed savoring your body in the shower. Licking you head to toe while water runs all over your body is something I will never grow tired of. You know I love pushing you against the wall in the shower, putting one of your legs over my shoulder and eating you to a sweet orgasm or three. I love it when you go down on me in the shower, letting the water and your mouth drive me to pleasure. But tonight I will have to savor this new choice. I am going to bend you over. I am going to slide my cock up and down your slit, letting the ridge of my cockhead pull at your clit. And when I can feel your wetness more than the water, I am going to grab your hips and fuck you senseless. All I want you to do is put your hands on the wall and fuck me back.

5 - Simply put, tomorrow is Saturday. I want to do 1-4 all over again tomorrow. We can play with a number of other positions for screwing. I think will we need more than just the weekend, but it will be a very good start. --------------------

Fortunately, I had testing to get done in the lab or else I don't how I would get through the rest of the afternoon. It was all I could do just to keep thoughts of the upcoming night in the back of my mind. Even then, I know I was only semi productive in the lab. I had to rerun some tests multiple times. I didn't even hear my manager walk in the door. He said something like "Happy Birthday, now go home." So I did.

On the way home, I called Heather on her cell phone.

"Hey, where are you?"

"I'm at your place. Where are you?"

"On my way there now. Barry was kind enough to let me go home early. What are you going at my place so early? I thought I was picking you up at six."

"You were going to ... and then I read your email about two hours ago. I have been soaking ever since. Fortunately, Linda knows a lot about you and she evidently approves of you."

Linda was Heather's boss.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Well, I'm certain the roses you sent last week just to make me smile had something to do with it. Linda only gets flowers on her birthday and Valentine's Day. She was walking by when I was reading your email, and she saw how flushed I was. So ... I let her read it."

"You let your 45 year-old boss read ..."

"Yes. And then she told me to go home and to have a great weekend."

"You're kidding. I always got the impression she was ultra conservative."

"So did I. Before I could ask her, she simply said that any man who could treat me like a lady and then write an email like that deserved to have me well rested so I could fuck his brains out. I never, EVER thought I would hear her say the word 'fuck.' So here I am ... and I am making dinner. Linda did have one request."

"I don't have to guess. She wants you to tell her all about the weekend on Monday."

"Yep. I couldn't believe she asked to hear the details."

"Then I suggest you take her to lunch. Make it my treat. A small thank you for letting you leave early."

"How far away are you?"

"About 10 minutes."

"Good. I haven't touched myself at all since this morning, and your email drove me nuts. I need you here. Hurry."

And with that she hung up. As if I didn't have enough motivation to get home already. I did hurry though. And as much as I was looking forward to tonight, I was completely surprised when I opened the door. Heather was standing only a few feet from the door ... naked. As I closed the door, she shoved me back against the door, and then started working on my belt. By the time I had my shirt off, she had my pants and underwear around my ankles. I don't think I ever felt her mouth as wet as it was that day. Heather just inhaled my cock, and started working it with her lips and tongue. It felt exquisite. I could feel her hard nipples brushing against my thighs as she worked her head back and forth on my shaft. I love that feeling. Then I felt her hand cup my balls and gently begin to squeeze them. As if that wasn't enough, I could feel her begin to suck and lick harder. My kitten was hungry and she meant to get her milk as quickly as possible.

Luckily, I was leaning against the door. If I wasn't, I doubt I would have remained standing when she started moaning. Now this woman has always loved getting me off with her mouth, but there was something different. I could feel her throat vibrating around the head of my cock. She was breathing harder than normal. Then I heard it. A soft almost squishing sound was barely audible of her moaning. It took every once of will I had not to grab her head, pull her lips down around the base of my shaft, and pump every drop of cum right down her greedy little throat. 

"Baby, are you playing with yourself right now?"

"Mmmm-hmmmm," she moaned around my cock.

"Are you going to cum while sucking me?" I asked looking down into her eyes.

She pulled her mouth back until her lips were not even an inch from the head of my cock. I could feel her breathing as she spoke.

"Yessssssss," she hissed. "Fuck I am so close. Can you ..."

"Yes I can hold off until after you cum," I said answering her question before she could finish.

I could feel the need in her mouth when she resumed sucking me. The desire to cum and to make me cum. I could see her pleading with her eyes. My kitten wanted to cum hard, and she would have asked me to help if she could have. She didn't have to.

"Fuck Heather. When I felt you moan around my cock I nearly came right then. When I realized you were playing with yourself while sucking me, it was all I could do not to cum. I wanted to grab your head and shoot it all right down your throat."

I felt her groaning around my cock as she sucked just little harder. I felt her hand leave my balls and wrap around my left thigh. She must be very close if she needed help keeping her balance.

"Are you rubbing your clit Heather?"

"Nnnn-nnnn," was her quick reply.

"Fingering your pussy baby?"

"MMMMM-HMMMM"

"Does it feel good baby? Do you think it will feel better when you are spread wide for me, letting me watch you work those fingers into your wet snatch?"

I could feel her groaning deeper now. Almost grunting as she just sucked me. She was too far gone to move her head.

"Do you have any idea how fucking hot this is? Looking down and seeing your lips wrapped around my cock. Feeling your tits against my legs. All the while, knowing your fingers are pumping your sweet little cunt. They must be dripping with your juices. I hope they are. Because you are going to watch me lick them clean after you soak them with your girl juice."

That must have done it because I felt her go stiff. Her arm was wrapped around my leg almost harder than her mouth was locked onto my dick. Then she started her "bodyquakes." When Heather cums really hard, she literally has "bodyquakes" as we call them. Her entire body shudders over and over. Not continuously, but it short hard spasms. Every time one swept over her, she would inhale so hard I could feel her cheeks sucking in and touching the sides of my cock. She shook so hard she actually made me shake with her. The grunts and whimpers she was making were making my balls burn for release. By the time she had her tenth bodyquake, I had to tighten up to keep from cumming right then. She must have felt it, because she pulled her mouth off my cock.

"Fuck yes baby. I so fucking needed that."

I felt her wrap her hand around my cock, while her other hand cupped my balls. I know she felt my nuts jump when she did it. Her whole hand was drenched with her juices. That thought alone was enough to push me over the edge. My balls began to swell in anticipation for their pending release. She smiled and started pumping me.

"You were wrong about one thing though. You aren't going to lick my fingers clean. I am going to work every drop of my juices into your heavy balls. I know it is going to make you cum that much harder. Make you cum that much more."

She was working her fist up and down my shaft at an intense pace. If it wasn't still wet with her saliva, it would have hurt. She was kneading my balls, and her wet hand felt really good.

"And that is what I want," she continued. "You have had almost ten hours to recharge since I sucked you off this morning. Ten hours to fill these big balls back up with man juice for me. And I want it ... every fucking drop ... all over my tits. That's why you're getting that wish first. I want you to paint them. I am going to wear your fucking seed on my tits all night."

I don't know exactly where in that little speech I lost it, but I did. And try as I might, I couldn't even look down to watch. My eyes were shut tight as my entire body gave Heather what she had so ... sweetly requested. Now I had the bodyquakes. I know she continued her delicious talking, but I couldn't tell you what she said. I couldn't even tell you how long it lasted. I vaguely remember crumbling to the floor soon after. I managed to open my eyes to find her staring at me. She had followed me to the floor, and was gently stroking my still hard cock. Then she looked down with her eyes, and I followed her gaze.




A Birthday to Remember



"Fucking ... wow," was all I could say.

She laughed. Topping off her perfect globes were two small pink nipples about the size of pencil erasers. I could only see one of them. The other was covered in a large glob of thick cum. There were streaks of cum all over both of her tits, and with another glob nestled between her mounds. I simply sat there and stared at one of the most erotic sights I have ever seen. Heather sat back a bit and let me take it in.

"That is one thing very good thing about your cum," she said, breaking me out of my haze.

"What?"

"It's thick. Look at it. It has barely moved from where it landed on me. It's not gonna run or drip off me anytime soon. Fuck that is hot. It's like you marked me, and I really fucking like it. I hope it stays there all night."

"Too bad we didn't order pizza for dinner," I said, unable to resist the subtle taunt.

"The mood I am in, I swear I would answer the door like this. However, you already know you are getting filet for dinner."

"And Heather ala mode for dessert I hope," I said winking at her.

"You better fucking believe it," she replied. 

Dinner was great. After that release, Heather could have poured ketchup on a plate and I would have licked it clean, but she really made a delicious meal for us. The filets were so tender they could be cut with a fork. The baked potatoes were just right, requiring just a little butter. The green beans were sweet. What was the topper though was looking at her. I could see it in her eyes. She looked at me as if I was a king. Right then and there, she made me feel like one.

We cleaned our plates. I took seconds on the steak and green beans. She just giggling saying it was good I was eating a lot because I would need the energy ... and the protein. I have to confess; as she cleaned the table I could not help but stare at her. I spent equal time looking into her eyes and staring at her tits. The sight of my dried cum on her tits far outweighed any imagined thought I could ever have. She shifted her weight to one leg, pushed her breasts towards me. She didn't have to say anything, but she did.

"I love it. The feeling of your cum on me. On my breasts. My tits. Marking me as yours. It feels so ... primal." 

With that, she turned and took the last of the dishes into the kitchen. When she finally came back out, I just pulled her into my lap and kissed her deeply. I kissed with a passion I had never known before. She returned the kiss. I don't know long we stayed like that, her in my lap necking like teenagers. I know she brushed my hand away when I pressed it between her legs. Then she looked at me with a most mischievous grin.

"Come with me," she said.

I followed Heather to the couch. She reached behind it and grabbed the spare comforter I kept there. She spread it out on the couch. She then pulled the recliner around so that it faced the couch. With that, Heather stepped back while extending her hand to me.

"Good sir, would you be as kind as to help me onto the couch?" she asked.

She must have expected me to hold her hand while she slipped onto the it, because she gasped when I swept her into my arms. I gently placed her on the couch, where she curled up into a pose that made me think she was modeling nude for an art class. She pointed to the chair and said but one word: sit. I complied. I knew what was about to happen. And I could barely contain my excitement. She looked at me, and for second I thought she might cry.

"Tell me your first wish Justin. Say it like you did in your email. Please ..."

"My sweet Heather ... I want to watch you play with yourself," I said staring right into her eyes. "I know you masturbate. I know you enjoy touching yourself. Your fingers often join mine when I am playing with you. It is not something you ever need hide from me. Ever."

Finally, she exhaled deeply. Right as I began speaking, I saw her take a very deep breath.

"And now my kitten, I want to watch you. I want to watch your fingers tug, play, pull, push, and manipulate your pussy until you fucking lose it. I want to see your fingers drenched with your honey. Spread your legs for me."

She did. Wide. So wide it was obscene. But it was beautiful. This creature before me was truly a wonder. Her ankles were almost at sides of the couch, but even like this she conveyed the air of royalty.

"Beautiful," I whispered. "Simply beautiful." 

It was then that her hands began to roam her body. Her palms cupped her breasts, lifting them up as if to offer them to me. I smiled my silent approval of her offering. Her left hand ran down her stomach, while her right hand began to gently knead her flesh. She moaned softly as her hand squeezed the supple flesh of her tit. The fingers of her left hand were running up and down the inside of her thigh. She bit the bottom of her lip as they touched her lips. What a sight that was. It only lasted a second, but the memory is as clear as day now ... ten years later. Seeing her fingers touch her full, pink lips for the first time was breathtaking. This was going to be good.

"Watch me Justin," Heather said. "Just watch me."

With that, she began to slowly run her fingers up and down her slit. I could see that she was spreading her juices over her sex, and she was already soaking. With just four strokes, her clit was already glistening. It was then that I smelled her. The musky scent of her cunt was filling my senses. I just stared at her fingers while I inhaled deeply. She ... smelled ... fucking ... good.

It was then that she started to rub her clit. It was a slow circular motion. I glanced up to see her right hand kneading her tit-flesh, but my eyes quickly fell back to her sex. I heard her groan, but try as I might, I could not tear my eyes away from her pussy. I could see it getting wetter as she rubbed her clit. My mouth wanted to bury my tongue inside her right then, but my body would not respond. Every now and then, her fingers darted down to gather more of the fluids that seem to be flowing freely from her pussy. She moaned every time her fingers touched her open lips, but groaned loudly when those digits returned to her hard little button. As if the visual stimulation was not enough, my nuts throbbed every time she groaned.

If I could have spoken, I would have told her how fucking hot she looked. That just watching her could make me cum. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. I did not want anything to stop her. Her fingers were shiny with her girl juice, and all I could do was sit there with my mouth open staring at her lewdly. I don't know how long this went on, but I was broken out of my trance by her whimpers. I looked her body up and down, noticing that she was tensing up. I looked into her eyes and I could see her need. My kitten was right on the edge. All she needed was a gently nudge to fall into her pleasure.

"Cum," I whispered.

And I watched as she drew in the longest breath I have ever seen, her body tightening even further.

"Cum for me kitten," I whispered to her.

Her mouth opened impossibly wide, but all I heard was one ... long ... soft ... groan. She wasn't moving. Her right hand was glued to her right breasts, squeezing it. Her left hand was cupping her slit, and I could see that she had her clit pinched between two of her fingers. She didn't shake. She didn't move. But my kitten had as satisfying an orgasm as I have ever seen. And it was beautiful. Damn, she looked radiant like that. Her hands appeared to be covering herself, while her body let a wave of pleasure wash over her. As soon as she finished, I moved. I had to taste her like that. Taste those juices that were soaking her fingers.

"No baby," she said in a tone so soft I barely heard her. "Not finished."

I looked into her eyes and saw a very determined look in her eye. Her teeth were clenched shut, and she grunted hard. My eyes traveled down her body, pausing at her right hand. It had moved to her left breast, and she was twisting that nipple back and forth. Then she hissed. My eyes quickly dropped to her sex.

"Fucking A," I muttered.

Heather had pushed two fingers into her pussy. Her legs were still spread wide open. I could see her fingers pushing in and out of her cunt. Fuck yes, cunt was completely the right word. Her hand was a blur. But right here, right now ... I saw everything in slow motion. Her hips moving, pushing into her hand as the fingertips, then the first knuckle, and then the second knuckle of her fingers disappeared into her dripping hole. They made squishing sound as she pushed them in, until her palm was grinding against her lips. She was grunting through her teeth each time she bottomed out on her hand. Then both her hand and her hips drew apart. I could see a thick coating of her juices covering her fingers.

"Damn Heather," I started, but continued loudly and clearly. "That ... is ... the ... hottest ... fucking ... thing ... I ... have ... seen."

All she could do was groan. I looked into her eyes. She was in another place.

"Is this how you play? Is this how fuck yourself?"

She just nodded at me. I looked deep into her eyes.

"You had your soft cum, and now you want a harder one."

She nodded faster. I leaned forward and got on my knees in front of her. I put my hands on her thighs near her knees. I pushed gently to open her up just a little bit more.

"Well I am not going to fucking miss one second of that. Do it Heather. Cum. Cum right fucking now. Look down at me between your legs. See how fucking much I love watching this. Hearing the squishing sounds your fingers make as you fuck your pussy with them. Feel me pushing your legs open. Do you want to know why I am holding your legs open?"

I spoke slowly and deeply.

"Because ... I ... want ... to ... see ... your ... cunt ..."

"Oh fuck," she groaned.

"... bite ... down ..."

"Oh fuck ... oh fuck ... oh fuck," she just started saying over and over.

"... on ... your ... fingers ..."

"Oh Justin ... oh fuck ... Justin ... oh my ... fucking ..." she managed to say between her whimpering.

"... when ... you ... fucking ... cum."

Heather's entire body tensed. Then her whole body spamsed. HARD. I actually had to push back against her thighs though she managed to partially close them. Her fingers were pushed as far into her cunt as anyone would ever be able to. Her hips were grinding hard against her palm. The fingers on her other hand were simply pinching her nipple. Then Heather experienced bodyquakes that surpassed any I had ever seen. She was convulsing so hard I could see her muscles everywhere. She was looking at me ... and crying. I moved up and held her as she went through her tremors. I glanced over at the clock. DAMN. I had been watching her for nearly 30 minutes. Her tremors lasted just over one full minute.

When they finally abated, I was on her in a flash. She tilted her head back and groaned loudly as I buried my tongue in her pussy. Fuck it tasted good. I licked. I sucked. I tasted. I devoured her soaking fuck hole as hard as I could. She screamed as loud as I have ever heard, and then she flooded my mouth with her juices. I didn't stop, I just kept at her. Heather simply whimpered and shook as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body. Finally, she just went limp.

I pulled back just a bit, and then began to feather her body with kisses. Down the inside of her left thigh, past her knee to her ankle. Back up the outside of her left leg, and then down the outside of her right. Up the inside of her right leg, though avoiding her super sensitive sex. Up her body, gently planting wet kisses all over her stomach. I tenderly kissed her breasts, loving them with my mouth. I moved to her arms, and made it a point to gently suck on each of her fingers. When I got to her neck, Heather sighed deeply. When my lips touched her, she kissed me with soft affection.

"I need you baby," she said weakly. "Now."

"Okay," I said, and moved to get the condoms. But I didn't go anywhere, she had her arms wrapped tightly around me.

"No, you don't need them. That's your last present. I started the pill last week. That's why I wanted to get tested. I knew the first night I would want you ..."

I kissed her deeply. She had not been with anyone without a condom in over six years. It wasn't something she did for just anyone. The only other person she let take her bare was her first love. That thought made me kiss her harder. She kissed me hard, wrapping her arms around me so hard I could barely breathe. Then she pulled back and looked up at me.

"Bedroom," she whispered.

I stood and scooped her up into my arms. As I carried her into the bedroom, she buried her head into my neck and began speaking softly.

"We'll get to the other wishes later. But now ... now I need you on top of me. I need to feel your weight on me. I need to be under you as you take me, wrapping my legs around you so ... so you know I am yours."

As I entered the bedroom, I kicked the door shut. I laid her down on the bed and joined her. As fast as I was on the bed, her legs were open for me. As fast as I was between her legs, her hand found my cock. As fast as I leaned over her, her hand pushed the head of my cock between her lips. As fast as I pushed into her, her legs wrapped around my back. Heather stared deeply into my eyes as I entered her for the first time, her mouth open wide. I stared back into her eyes as I savored the softest ... hottest ... feeling I had ever known. She later told me she had never felt a cock that hard in her pussy. She said it felt like molten steel ... hot but extremely hard.

Mere seconds passed before she was rocking slowly against me. Her legs moving me with her, though soon I gliding in and out of her in unison. Not slow. Not fast. Not hard. Not soft. Somewhere in the middle of all of that was where we were. Pumping. Pushing. Pulling. She just looked up into my eyes. I knew she was right there with me. I could see that she knew I was close. I could feel her pussy getting hotter ... wetter. I could feel her squeezing me, driving me to orgasm. I know she could feel my cock thickening just a bit more ... my thrusts becoming just a little deeper. My balls were on fire, tighter than I have ever felt them. Heather was soaking. We both were. Sweating. Breathing hard ... deep. I leaned down to kiss her ... as she leaned up to kiss me.

"Now," we both whispered. Her legs locked tight around me. Our tongues met. My cock swelled harder than I had ever felt. Our lips locked. Her walls bit down and my cock pulsed. I pushed into her as deep as I could. She pushed up at me, actually managing to get just a sliver of air between her ass and the bed. Together we came. My cock pulsed in one long burst. I felt like I was pouring my cum into her.

Sometime later I moved to go shut off the lights. Heather held me fast. I knew what my kitten wanted. I curled up with her.

"Tomorrow. We'll do the rest tomorrow. Everything else on the list and more. I promise. Let's just ..."

"Yes let's," I said right before kissing her.

"I love you," Heather said ever so softly.

"And I love you kitten."

"Don't ever stop calling me that Justin. Ever."

"I won't," I said before kissing her goodnight.

Yes, this was a birthday to remember.



A Birthday to Remember



This is a story about my mum and me on the eve of my 20th birthday.

*

My mother (Jenny) and I had always been very close and we told each other almost everything.

Maybe this was the reason why I started to think about her in a completely different way. I would often have erotic dreams with her and I having passionate sex. 

She is 5f 5inches, with long black hair and a slim, curvy body. By profession she is a belly dancer which I find very sexy. I didn't know what she would think of this so I never told her. 

On the eve of my 20th birthday I returned home from the shops and went upstairs to meet my mum. 

"It's a lovely day for swimming, " she told me. "Did you get me a costume, darling, because then we can go to the pool in the backyard." Today I was going to train my mother to swim. She was quite scared of water. 

"Sure, its right here, " I replied. 

She opened the bag and laughed out saying, "You know I don't wear bikinis, why did you get it? Ill look horrible in one"

"Don't be silly, you will look wonderful. Go on put it on."

"Ok, one minute, " she said as she walked into her bedroom. A minute later she came out looking like the sexiest women I had seen. Her big breasts were slightly revealed through the costume. The centre of her slightly tanned belly was adorned by a dangly, golden, belly button ring. Her curves led to the little panties she had on. 

"Well, what do you think?"

Without thinking, I blurted out, "You look very sexy."

She smiled and walked to the pool outside our house. I followed her and got into the pool. Taking hold of her hand, I lowered her in to the pool. I held on to her and took her to the deeper end of the pool. 

"Not to deep, I'm scared, " she said

"Don't worry, I'll hold on to you, " I replied

She moved closer to me and I took hold of both her hips. Then she moved even closer and our wet bodies were touching. Suddenly, she reached in and kissed me on the lips. As my hands felt her body, my tongue explored her mouth. We both enjoyed the kiss for several minutes until she asked me, "What do you want for you birthday tomorrow?"

I knew just what I wanted, so I carried her out of the pool and took her inside to her bedroom. I stripped off her bikini slowly exploring her body and took off my clothes. 

"Belly dance for me, naked, " I told her. 

She started to sway her hips and feel around her moist body. The sight of her hips moving rhythmically drove me crazy. I gazed at her breasts shaking until I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed on to her body and started to suck and kiss her breasts. As I left a trail of kisses down her body, her moaning started to increase. I reached her navel and licked it. Feeling my tongue in her navel, she moaned even loader "ohhhhh that's nice. Keep touching it."

Encouraged I kissed it even more. Then I carried on my journey down to her sweet pussy. With one finger in her wet navel and another in her wet pussy I licked my way through her clit. Finally, I turned her around and pushed my cock into her tight ass as she screamed for more. I moved a hand onto her curves whilst keeping my finger in the wet navel as she had told me to. 

I moved my cock into her pussy which was extremely wet and she screamed

"YESSSS!!!! Don't stop I am going to cum!!!!"

Relishing the sight of her cum, I dived in to lick it all up. I then went back to licking her breasts and navel which caused her to arch her back and moan with a deep need to be filled.

I then decided to turn her on her back on plunge into her pussy once again. As I plunged in to her she said, "I didn't know you could lick me so well. You probably didn't know this but I love it when someone kisses and licks my belly button."

"It's very sexy, " I replied. 

I was on top of her in-between her open legs with my tongue on hers, kissing frantically. I started to cum into her pussy as we kissed. 

"I'm feeling dirty, lets take a shower, " I told my mother.

She made her way into the shower and I followed her in. We were greeted by lovely warm water. I knelt down in from of her as the water trickled down her breasts, across her belly, into and out her navel and then down to her pussy. Feeling thirsty, I drank the water from her pussy lips, kissing them gently as she cried out for more. Soon, I was licking her pussy like a cat lapping up milk. 

When I got back up, she started to sway her hips, which looked very sexy. As she did this, her belly button ring moved from side to side in a tantalising manner as if putting me under her spell. 

I sat on the edge of the tub and got her to sit her pussy over my cock. Placing one hand on her breast and the other on her belly, I started to pound into her once again. Her heavy breathing was in rhythm with the movement of her flapping navel ring. 

"I'm cumming, " she cried between her sharp, loud, breaths. Within seconds, her juices covered my cock. 

"You're gonna have to clean that up, " I told her. 

Her mischievous smile suggested to me that she knew what I meant. On all fours she began to suck away at my cock. She moved the skin back and licked the very top of my cock and then worked her way down. I had never experienced a better suck. 

"It's all clean now," she said happily.