0 comments/ 133062 views/ 6 favorites The Birthday Gift Ch. 01 By: Just Plain Bob It might never have happened if my wife hadn't come into my home office one day and made the comment that started it all. Cookie and I had been married just over twenty-one years and had one child; an eighteen-year-old daughter named Bethany. Cookie and I both worked and had done pretty well in our chosen fields and had both risen to management positions. Our combined incomes gave us enough that we were able to live a pretty comfortable life. We bought a large house on two acres and one of the first things we did was put in an in-ground swimming pool. My home office was in the back of the house and the office window over looked the pool. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was a Saturday afternoon and I was in my home office standing at the window looking out at the pool. Beth had invited some of her friends over for a pool party and I was standing at the window watching them frolic. I guess it made me a 'dirty old man' to be there thinking the thoughts I was thinking. A bunch of healthy young ladies in bikini bathing suits can certainly generate some very nice fantasies. My attention was on Mary Anne, an extremely busty redhead wearing an extremely skimpy bikini, when Cookie came into the room. She came over to me, looked out the window, glanced down at my tented pants and giggled. "Which one of those delectable young sluts are you imagining yourself fucking?" "All of them." "All of them? Surely you aren't including Beth." I glanced over at our daughter in her bright orange bikini and my cock twitched as I lied and said, "No, of course not." And the truth of the matter was that until Cookie said Beth's name I had never thought of Beth that way. It seemed like Cookie had suddenly thrown a switch. In the down position I had spent eighteen years raising a pretty good kid and while I was aware that she was a lovely young woman I'd never had one sexual thought about her. Cookie's, "Surely you aren't including Beth" pushed that switch into the up position and from that moment on Beth was most definitely included in my erotic fantasies. Cookie reached down and squeezed my cock, "We can't let this go to waste lover" and she took my arm and led me to our bedroom. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ My wife is not a stupid woman. I'm absolutely positive that as I pounded my hard cock into her pussy she was thinking that I was thinking of one of those sexy young nymphs by the pool and she was right, but I'm equally positive that she had no idea that the girl I was thinking of was Beth. My head was full of incestuous thoughts as Cookie clutched at me and moaned. I imagined Beth on her knees in front of me, taking my cock out of my pants and licking it and sucking on it. I saw her standing in front of me slowly taking off her bikini while she moaned, "I want you to fuck me daddy, I want you in my hot pussy. I thought of her on her knees with her head on a pillow saying, "Take my ass daddy, I want you in my ass." I saw her on her back, hands behind her knees and pulling them back to rest on her sweet looking tits and saying, "There it is daddy, wide open and waiting for you. Please daddy, please?" I rammed myself into Cookie and she cried out as she had an orgasm and I came buckets into her hot pussy. As I lay next to her trying to catch my breath Cookie said, "That was intense lover, but be honest with me here. Which one of those hot young sluts were you thinking about while you were fucking me?" "Mary Anne" I lied. "Oh, like big tits do you?" "Well, she does have a nice rack and that skimpy bathing suit doesn't leave a whole lot to the imagination." Cookie chuckled. "I'll have to see to it that Beth throws more pool parties. I kind of like interludes like this." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ From that day on it seemed like fate was fucking with me as every time I was around Beth the situation had sexual overtones. I'm sure that it was always there, but that I had just never noticed. Beth ran around the house bra-less in T-shirts and tank tops. She wore cut-off jean shorts with the cheeks of her ass hanging out. Several times I walked past her open bedroom door and saw her in only bra and panties. When she hugged me she pressed her tits into my chest and I had to make sure that my erection didn't poke her in the leg. When Beth went on dates I'd go nuts imagining her on the guys back seat with her legs kicking in the air. Sex with Cookie was more often and more intense and luckily it was summer and Beth had her friends over a lot to enjoy the pool. Cookie would always ask me which one of the girls had inspired me that time and I gave her every name I could think of except Beth"s One day Cookie asked me if I would fuck one of them if I got the chance. I thought for a moment about how fast I would sink myself into Beth if I ever got the chance and then I said, "No, I wouldn't." "You hesitated there lover; care to tell me about it?" "It was nothing. I just ran them through my mind to see if there was one I might like to try, but there wasn't. They are all lovely and sexy, but they are just too young. My tastes run to more mature ladies who act like whores in the bedroom." "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Because I want to fuck your hot, slutty ass." "Oh you sweet talker you" she said as she got on her knees and stuck her ass up in the air. "Come on sailor, put your hard cock in my shit hole." Later, while resting between bouts, I asked Cookie why she had asked me if I would fuck one of Beth's friends if I got a chance. "I don't know. Your birthday is coming up and I'm having a hard time trying to figure out what to get you. Beth tells me that Mary Anne is a real slut and loves cock and I know that she turns you on." "What? You were thinking of giving me Mary Anne for my birthday?" "The thought did cross my mind. If you would have said yes to my question I might have tried to find a way to make it happen." "Let me get this straight. The woman who wouldn't talk to me for a week after I danced with Joan at the Elks during the Christmas party is thinking of setting me up with some teenaged pussy?" "You said it yourself. You prefer mature women and Joan is a sexy mature woman. I see the bitch as competition. I'm not afraid of a sexy teenager. No way you could stand to listen to her choice of music or hold a conversation with her when every fifth word would be "like" and every tenth word would be "you know." She wouldn't be a threat to me and if fucking Marry Anne turned you on as much as thinking about her seems to my pussy would reap the benefits." "You really think Joan is sexy?" "Asshole!" she yelled as she picked up a pillow and started beating me with it. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Two days later Cookie brought the subject up again. "You sure you wouldn't like a taste of Mary Anne as a birthday present?" "Good God woman, what has gotten into you?" "I don't know. Just the thought of your hard cock slamming into a super hot teenaged pussy has been making me wet." "I can't believe this shit." "Believe it lover and think about this. I'll be in the closet watching it happen." "You can't be serious." "Oh but I am lover, I most definitely am." "You in the closet watching me boink Mary Anne. This I just have to see." I know when my leg is being pulled so I decided to have some fun of my own. "Okay babe, make it happen" I said and then I sat back to watch Cookie get all flustered at having her bluff called. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The week before my birthday was a hard one for me. It seemed like everywhere I looked Beth was there dressed, or not, depending how you looked at it, in some way guaranteed to give me a hard on. Once through her half opened bedroom door I saw her completely naked standing in front of her mirror with her hands cupping her breasts. Cookie got a real work out that night and when it was over she chuckled. "Thinking of your birthday present lover? That why you were so hot tonight? Thinking of those big tits and that hot, young pussy?" My response was predictable and she laughed as I pushed her legs apart and took her again. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The day of my forty-fifth birthday arrived and I spent most of the drive home from work wondering how Cookie was going to explain not having Mary Anne there for me to enjoy. When I got home dinner was ready and both Cookie and Beth gave me a great big hug and wished me a happy birthday and then Cookie produced a cake with one huge candle. Beth gave me a gift-wrapped box and I opened it and found a new wallet. She gave me another hug, pressing her tits hard into my chest and I noticed, as I very sneakily looked down into her low cut blouse, that she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were stiff and then she pulled away from me and gave me quick kiss on the cheek. "Got a hot date tonight. Got to run. Love you. Happy birthday again" and she took off. I looked over at Cookie and she smiled at me. "Your birthday present won't be here until seven-thirty. Want me to suck your dick while we wait? If I can get the first cum out of you you will last longer when she gets here." I smiled back at her and as I pulled out my cock I said, "Every man should have a whorish wife." She chuckled and said, "You don't know the half of it lover" as she got on her knees and began to play vacuum cleaner. She got me off and then kept going until she got me up again and then she just worked on me slow and easy until the doorbell rang. "Here's your present lover. This is the way I want to do this. You go down in the basement and wait until I come down to get you. Go. Go go go, go on now so I can answer the door." I headed for the basement and I was only three steps the stairwell when I heard Mary Anne say, "Hi Mrs. Bailey." I was stunned. I thought that I was being sent to the basement so that Cookie could answer the door and let a bunch of our friends in. Then she would come down and get me and when I went back upstairs they would all yell "Surprise." But that was definitely Mary Anne's voice I heard. Cookie was going to do it! Cookie had actually set it up for me to fuck Mary Anne. My God, how in the world had she managed that? I thought of those huge knockers of Mary Anne's and my cock strained to get out of my pants. It throbbed and screamed, "Let me at her; let me out of here and turn me loose." I was getting anxious and it was all I could do to keep from charging up the steps. Five minutes went by and the doorbell rang again. I heard murmured voices and a couple of minutes later Cookie came down to get me. "Small change in plans lover. Mary Anne started her period this morning, but she arranged a substitute. The problem is that while the girl is willing to do it she doesn't want you to know who she is so the bedroom has to stay dark and you have to wear a blindfold. I'm sorry baby, but it screws me up too because I won't be able to watch from the closet. Is it still okay with you?" "Yeah, we might as well go for it since you have the girl here anyway." "Here, put this on" and she handed me a rolled up dishtowel. I tied it around my head so that it covered my eyes and then Cookie led me upstairs and toward the bedroom. I waited for her to stop, take off the blindfold so I could see all our friends as they all yelled Happy Birthday, but she didn't stop - she walked me right into the bedroom! She led me over to the bed and undressed me. When she had me naked her hand slid down my belly to my rock hard cock and Cookie giggled. "Oh boy, is he ever ready. Come on sweetie, take him in your mouth." I felt the hot breath just before the mouth closed on me. "Play with his balls" Cookie said and a soft hand took my ball bag and caressed my stones. "Okay, I'm going to leave you two alone now. Remember honey, once in the mouth, once in the pussy and once in the ass. If you can get him up again after that it is your choice as to where you want it. For your part lover, you have to eat her after you cum in her." Then she gave me a passionate kiss and said, "Happy birthday lover." +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ She was soft, she was hot, she was energetic and she was insatiable. As soon as Cookie was gone she took her mouth off of my cock and pulled me down on top of her, guided me into her and then she locked her legs around me and we fucked like sex crazed rabbits. Thanks to Cookie's earlier blow job I was able to last a while and while my partner never said a recognizable word she did cry, moan and whimper as I tried to impress her with my ability as a stud. When I did finally come she pushed me off her and then she mounted me in the sixty-nine position and we went after each other in frenzy. I had forgotten how sweet young pussy could taste and I buried my face in her cunt and attacked it like a starving man. She worked on my cock with a hot, feathery mouth and she had me hard again in almost no time at all. A couple of minutes went by and then she took her mouth off my cock and said in a voice that I faintly recognized even though she was trying to disguise it; "Can you taste him old man? Can you taste my boyfriend? He was fucking me when they called and asked me to come over and light your fire. He put two cum deposits in me" and then her mouth went back to my cock and she shoved a finger in my ass and I came so hard I'm surprised that I didn't take the back of her head off. I don't know why, but I figured that as young as she was she wouldn't have gotten around to giving complete blow jobs yet and I expected her to pull her mouth off me and go "yuck" when my first blast hit the back of her throat. She surprised me by staying with it until my cock was limp and then she let it fall from her mouth. In her obviously disguised voice she said, "Liked that did you? Did you like sucking you and some of my boyfriend out of my pussy? I wish now I'd have done it a couple of more times before Mary Anne called me and asked me to fill in for her then I could have given you a real feast. What, cat got your tongue?" "I'm just a little overwhelmed by this. It isn't every day that a man's wife gives him another lady to play with." "Mrs. B told me that I had to let you have my ass. I didn't know how big you would be so I had my boyfriend open it up a little. He nailed my butt in your driveway just before I came in here. It should be ready for you, are you ready for it?" Her hand fondled my limp cock and she said, "Guess not, but we will work on it" and she went down and stared sucking on me again. While she did that I lay on my back and wondered what I had done to deserve a wife like Cookie. She was definitely one of a kind. I couldn't think of anyone else who had a wife who would do for them what Cookie had just done for me. I felt my cock stir as my young lover coaxed it back to life. I had to fight off the temptation to fiddle with the blindfold just to see who it was who was making me feel so good. I knew that voice, I know I did, I just had to fight through the disguise and pull it out of my memory. Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Ready old man? Ready to take a trip up the dirt road? Gonna take a ride on the old Hershey Highway? Come on lover, I want you in my ass." God but was she tight. She had either lied about her boyfriend fucking her ass just before she came in or he had a real small dick. I took my time and went slow and easy and she moaned, made sharp little cries and pushed her ass back at me until I was all the way in. "Go ahead" she moaned, "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass hard." I did what she wanted, but I started out slow. I gradually picked up the pace as I gave her time to get used to me and then I started ramming her as she moaned, grunted and cried and finally screamed out, "Oh God, oh sweet fucking Jesus, I'm cumming, I'm cumming." The disguised voice was gone, but it didn't matter because now the voice was disguised by passion as I rammed my cock into her ass half a dozen more times and then came myself. ++++++++++++++++++++ We lay there on the bed next to each other breathing hard and trying to regain our breath. "My God old man, how the fuck can I go back to boys my own age after that?" Before I could say anything in answer to that question I heard a scream from outside the bedroom and I sat bolt upright on the bed, snatched off the blindfold and headed out of the bedroom. The house was dark, but I saw light coming out from under the door to the spare bedroom and I hurried down the hallway, opened the door and then froze in my tracks. There on the bed in front of me was Cookie with a boy I didn't recognize and he was fucking Cookie from behind while Cookie ate Beth's pussy as Beth was sucking the cock of her current boyfriend. Behind me I heard the front door close as my birthday present got out of the house before the shit hit the fan. The Birthday Gift Ch. 02 This story continues the events started in "The Birthday Gift." If you want the full effect you should go back and read part one. If you like it, and this story as well, be sure to vote and leave feedback. The TV standing in front of the bed showed the scene we had watched I don't know how many times. Me- handcuffed, naked, and bent over a table-at the mercy of Lori, my ex-girlfriend, and my current lover, Alexis. The screen vividly showed a close up of my face contorting in pain and pleasure as Alexis drove her throbbing dick up my freshly busted asshole while Lori chuckled devilishly as she worked the camera. That had been the most amazing night of sex and discovery in my life as this dazzling shemale made me her bitch and left me begging for more. And believe me, I got way more. The action in our bedroom that night mirrored the action from the tape almost exactly. Her hands worked in sync with the beauty on the screen, spreading my cheeks and forcing her cock between them. I was in step with my video counterpart; moaning and rocking my hips back to meet every thrust she gave me. Only now I was on all fours on the bed (she didn't need to handcuff me anymore) and there wasn't any pain any more. Over the last two months Alexis had stretched me so well that I was able to take every inch of her into me and felt only ecstasy. Her fingers ran up my back and found a fistful of my hair. She pulled back until I turned my head to look right into her piercing green eyes. I loved watching her fuck me-her tits bouncing, her red hair flying around her shoulders, and the hungry, animal look that came across her face as she worked her body into mine. "Tell me," was all she said. I knew all too well just what she wanted to hear. I knew that she would punish me good if I didn't say it, and I knew exactly how well she'd reward me for telling her what she was looking for. "I'm your bitch." "And what does my bitch want?" she said, timing her increasingly rough motions with each word. "For you to fuck me harder," I growled through clenched teeth. "Louder, whore!" "Fuck me harder with your big dick!!!" And, just like always, she did. She dug her shimmering, crimson nails into the skin on my hips and pulled me towards her until her balls slapped against my ass like she was trying to spank me with them. She tore into me with all the strength in her long, athletic frame. "My bitch loves my cock in his ass, doesn't he?" I was almost breathless in the overwhelming waves of pleasure that came with each pump she gave me, but I forced myself to speak, for fear that she might just stop. "I love every inch of it." She stopped speaking after that, but the relentless pounding continued. I knew when she stopped speaking she was close to cumming. I tightened my muscles around her dick as she exploded inside of me, sending what felt like gallons of hot, sweet jizz up my ass. I loved the warmth and stickiness that I felt inside me. She pulled out of me, and we both collapsed into each other's arms. We held each other for ten minutes, catching our breath and simply enjoying the sensation of our sweaty, fragrant bodies pressed together. It always amazed me how tender she was right after sex, because, as you might be able to tell, she was anything but tender during it. In our life together this was really the only aspect where she was at all controlling. She thought it was sweet, almost chivalrous, how I would hold open doors and pull out chairs for her. She was unlike any other woman I had ever been with (aside from the obvious!). I chuckled to myself thinking about how I had to start dating a shemale in order to find an old fashioned gal. Alexis noticed the smirk on my face and returned the look with a full on grin. "That was wonderful," she cooed. "Don't sound so surprised," I said. She ran her fingers through my hair, much more gently this time, and said, "I'm not, I'm just worried that you'll get bored. You know if you ever wanted to try something new I might be up for it. There was something in her voice that made it sound like I wasn't really the one she was worried about getting bored. For the last few weeks she had been making more and extreme suggestions to spice things up. The thing that she seemed to want more than anything was a threesome, but I was a little skittish about the idea. I had met her through what I thought was going to be a threesome but turned into a lot more. In light of the fact that it was a threesome that let me steal her away I really didn't want to chance losing her in one night. I was starting to think she sounded like me when I'd tell my ex, Lori, that I was satisfied with our sex life and that I was happy where I was, even though I was already planning on dumping her. Alexis was the most fascinating thing that had ever come into my life, and I was feeling more than a little desperate. The next day, sitting at my desk I was all but zoned out, thinking about what I was going to do. I had to do something. After struggling for hours I decided I had to bite the bullet and go for it, but how? I rocked back in my chair and caught a glance at my calendar. Interspersed with the random meetings with various supervisors and coworkers was a note I had written: "Alexis' B-Day." It was two weeks away and I hadn't started any shopping or planning. A light bulb went on in my head and I started putting together the perfect way to please her. I broke off our plans that night and went on the Internet to find the perfect gift. It took a lot longer than I thought but I wasn't exactly a seasoned on-line shopper. And I was looking for something that your average auction site didn't deal in. I was up until 1 a.m. shopping tirelessly for exactly what I thought Alexis would like. But as soon as I found the gift I knew it was perfect. It would cost a fair amount of cash to get it across a few states to my apartment, but what was cost? I was in love. Two weeks later was the big day. I was pacing, sweating a little, nervous that my choice wasn't as great as I first thought. Alexis had been bugging me for days on end as to what "the great surprise" I had for her birthday was. I had stayed tight lipped but I knew that with each passing day her anticipation was building and her expectations were going to be high. I comforted myself with the thought that she'd have to at least see the effort I had put into everything. Then came the knock on the door and I nearly jumped out of my shoes, even though I had been eagerly waiting for exactly that for nearly an hour now. I opened the door and was blown away by how gorgeous she looked. I had told her that I had a big evening planned, which she took to mean that she should look her best, and she certainly did. My eyes devoured her from head to toe. She wore high heels, making her slender, toned legs seem to go on forever. Those unbelievable legs led up to her perfect ass, which was covered by a simple black dress that made every bit of her figure jump out at me. From her stomach, which she kept flat as a board, to her attention-grabbing chest (which was anything but flat) she had certainly dressed to keep my gaze on her the entire night. She had her hair up, showing off the graceful curve of her shoulders and neck that flowed up to her soft-featured face. As always her eyes pulled me in, like she was hypnotizing me without either of us knowing it. It took a lot for me to not try to take her right there, but I had worked hard to put this evening together and I wasn't about to my own lack of self control throw a kink in the plan. I took her silky hand in mine and led her in where she saw her gift on the couch. Her name was Nicole. She was fairly small, only standing about 5'7" and maybe 125 pounds, although I was enough of a gentleman not to ask. While her body was not as tight or muscular as Alexis', it was just as curvy. And while her legs didn't go on and on like Alexis', her chest and feminine face ensured that almost no one's first glance was below her stomach. The outfit she had on was a little ridiculous but certainly showed off what she had to offer. When I chatted with her on-line I told her to come dressed for a good time, and she got a little creative and showed up in a Catholic school girl outfit. With her hair in pigtails she looked like she had stepped out of Britney Spears' first video. Except that none of the girls in that video had a rather tell tale bulge that made their skirts tent out. Clearly she had left one piece of the costume at home. I had paid for her plane ticket from Florida, had gone through the trouble of keeping the big secret from Alexis', and now was the moment of truth. I looked over to Alexis, whose face was a mixture of surprise, amusement, curiosity, and lust. She pulled me close to her and said, "The costume is a little silly, but we'll have her out it soon enough. As for you, I've always wanted to watch you suck cock while I fucked you." Alexis moved towards Nicole, who sprang to her feet, and said, "Hi, I'm Nikki and I'm your birthday gi-..." Alexis cut her off by grabbing her shirt and reeling her in for a wet, probing kiss. I had told Nikki to expect to be dominated but I hadn't expected Alexis to just dive right in like this. Their lips and tongues seemed to be going a mile a minute as they made out. Alexis finally pulled away and told her, "You'll do nicely. And I love your hair. It'll make for some good handlebars." I had just stood there like a dope as I watched these two beautiful "girls" making out, with my cock straining against my pants like a wild animal on a chain. Alexis took one look at me and chuckled at my clearly erect penis prominently pushing my slacks out. "Both of you had better get ready. I'm going into the bedroom and I want my naked little bitches right behind me." With that Alexis strode into the bedroom while Nikki and I hurried to remove our clothing as quick as we could. After all, it was the birthday girl's night and she just made her first birthday wish. Nikki had a much easier time slipping out of her get up and was about a step or two in front of me. We found Alexis, stripped to her bra and panties, stretched out luxuriantly on the bed. "Well, it looks like Nikki is the one who knows how to listen, so she'll have the honor of my cock in her mouth. As for my other bitch, he gets to entertain me." I didn't quite know what she meant by that but the way she said it told me that it wasn't up for debate. She slid around to the other side of the bed and reached under it. Much to my surprise she produced a tube of lube and a massive dildo. It was shaped just like a penis, with balls and everything. The thing was at least a foot long and way thicker than anything that had ever touched my ass. She read the surprise on my face pretty easily. "Oh these? Just a little something I stashed here, just in case the situation called for them. And lo and behold, I think it does. We're going to play a little game. Nikki can't suck me until I get hard. And it's your job to get me hard without touching me." With that she flipped the dildo and bottle at me. I knew she wanted me to shove it up my ass, but I was going to make her sweat a little. I brought the massive item to my lips and kissed the head. I brought my tongue in slow circles around the tip and slowly started working my way up to the base. "You'll have to better than that, baby. Deepthroat that dick and show Nikki just how I like my she-cock sucked." I opened wide and gagged on it. I started coughing and had to take it out of my mouth. Alexis was not pleased. "Wow, that's sexy," she said sarcastically. "You think you're going to get me hard with such a shitty display. For that pathetic display you have to put that up your ass right now with only your spit for lube." I was caught with a mixture of fear and anticipation. It had been forever since a dick in my ass (real or not) had given me that perfect blend of pain and pleasure. But this thing looked like it could puncture my lung if I put it in all the way. I turned my back to her, bent over like I was going to touch my toes and started trying to fit this imposing phallus inside me. I took a deep breath and tried to relax certain muscles. But it just wouldn't go. "I can't, it's just too big!" "You get that cock up your ass, or I'll never stick mine in there again! Nikki, help that little bitch!" I didn't turn back to look but I heard Nikki's soft footsteps behind me. Her hands wrapped around mine at the base of the dildo and she shoved. I moaned out at the joy of being proven wrong. The white-hot pain that I had missed for so long spread through my body, joined soon by the accompanying pleasure. I pushed Nikki's hands off the cock and started working it in myself. Inch by inch, pump by pump I tried to grind it into my very being. Soon enough I heard Alexis call to me, "Now started fucking yourself with it." I obeyed and started jerking it in and out of my taut anus. It hurt like hell, but the knowledge of how hot I was sure it was making Alexis was more than enough to make me love it. "Now that's how you get a girl hard. Nikki, you may proceed." Alexis slipped out of her panties. How those things kept that massive dick of hers in them always seemed like an engineering marvel to me. And on this night that dick looked even more massive than usual. It stood fully erect, cut, and curving up just a tad. Nikki slipped down to her knees and started stroking Alexis off. She worked her petite fingers up and down every last bit of her seven and a half inches. It wasn't until now that I realized looking at Nikki's body that her dick was possibly even bigger than Alexis'. It was certainly thicker. Alexis looked back at me as Nikki continued her work, and said, "You can put that dildo away now and just enjoy the show." But I wasn't about to. I actually picked up the pace that I giving it to myself, going harder and faster. Alexis usually would have not stood for such insubordination, but all I heard was here signature breathless moan that she gave when she was getting really turned on. Nikki brought her lips to Alexis' penis and started getting down to business. Her tongue darted all around the shaft for a few minutes, as though she was looking for which spot tasted the sweetest. In one swift motion she opened her mouth all the way and enveloped Alexis. As her head bobbed up and down on Alexis' crotch I noticed that my sweetheart's face was not the usual mask of lustful ecstasy that should come with getting a blowjob. Instead she was looking a little angry. "Holy shit, Nikki! Who the fuck taught you to suck cock? Your teeth are scraping, you're not using your tongue. You need some lessons from a pro." With that she motioned me over. "You've been such a good boy tonight I'm going to give you the assfucking that you deserve. As for you," she growled, grabbing Nikki by one of her pigtails, "He's going to suck your dick and show you how it's done." Nikki then changed places with Alexis and sat at the edge of the bed. I bent over, my face just over her thick, hard meat and bent over as Alexis yanked the dildo out of my ass and left it gaping. I began working on Nikki cock as I expectantly waited the sound of Alexis lubing up her dick. I braced myself by stretching my arms out against the edge of the bed on either side of Nikki. I stuck my tongue out just enough to tease the tip. I let it glide down the underside of the shaft and then slowly ran it back up, barely brushing it. I did this over and over, increasing the pressure from my tongue each time until I heard Alexis speak, "Are you ready for a cock in each end bitch?" I didn't say a word but I still let my mouth do the talking. I opened my mouth and greedily sucked in Nikki's cock like it was gourmet meal. I cupped my tongue around it and started going up and down, up and down, just like I learned on Alexis' dick. I would be lying though if I said my mind was with the blowjob I was giving because each second felt like an eternity until I felt the warm, familiar feeling of Alexis' cock sticking into my ass. "Ooh, you're a little loose honey. You'll take anything up your ass, but you still like my dick best, right?" I couldn't say anything but responded by bouncing my hips back against hers, forcing every last bit of rod into me. I moaned with my mouth full of dick. That cock in my ass was turning me on, and the dick in my mouth was getting the best blowjob I had ever given. I sped up my head, flying up and down on her pole. I didn't just want her cum I needed it in my mouth. And Alexis was tearing into me like a beast. Each thrust of her hips felt like she was trying to break me in half. Suddenly I felt Nikki shudder and blast her load into my mouth. I coughed a little on the size of the load but eventually swallowed it down. She fell back exhausted, and suddenly Alexis stopped as well. "What the hell is going on? Did I tell you to cum?" Nikki started sputtering, "But you told him to..." "But I didn't tell you to cum! Get out of this bedroom while I finish my work. In fact, just leave!" Nikki seemed more than a little shocked, but she did as she was told. She probably wasn't wild about having been yelled at like that, but she didn't seem too upset. If I had just gotten a blowjob like that I'd have trouble being upset too. She left quickly and we heard the front door open and close. Alexis turned her attention to me. She sat me down on the bed and said, quite sincerely, "I appreciate everything you tried to do, but you didn't have to. If nothing else, this whole thing made me realize that you're certainly the best sex I've ever had. But I've known for a while that you're the best guy I've ever been with. I love you." "I love you, too." She kissed me and rolled me onto my back. She stood at the edge of the bed, grinning her naughtiest grin, and said, "Enough of this tender bullshit, I want to cum. Now, spread your legs so I can give you a proper fucking, my little cocksucker." She took my ankles in her hands and spread me. She slid her still swollen dick hard and quick into my anus. As she pushed into me with all of her weight she stared right into me eyes and said, "Tell me..." The Birthday Gift Ch. 02 I was rooted to the spot. My forty-four year old wife was on her knees with her face buried in our eighteen-year-old daughter's pussy. My daughter was sucking the cock of Tim, her nineteen-year-old boyfriend, while another young guy I didn't recognize, fucked her mother from behind. The four of them were so wrapped up in what they were doing that they weren't even aware when I opened the door and came into the room. I don't know how long I stood there staring at the tableau in front of me before I was finally noticed. "Oh fuck me!" Tim moaned looking over at the door. Beth saw where he was looking and she looked over and her eyes got big and Tim's cock fell out of her mouth as she cried out, "Daddy!" That cry put the whole bunch of them in motion. Cookie's head jerked up, snapped around and I saw fear on her face. The kid fucking Cookie pulled out of her and backed away from the bed like he was trying to put as much distance between him and Cookie as possible. Tim was scrambling looking for his clothes and I just stood there and watched the pandemonium. Then I just shook my head and said, "Well happy fucking birthday to me" and I turned and left the room. I could hear all kinds of scrambling in the room as I walked away and headed back to the bedroom to gather up my clothes. I dressed and was heading for the front door when I heard Cookie ask, "Where are you going?" I turned and saw her standing there clutching a robe around her and I said, "Out." "I can explain this baby." "No you can't. Even if you could, I couldn't sit here and listen to you while you have gobs of cum in your hair. It would be just too damned distracting." Her hand reached up to touch her hair as I turned and left the house. ++++++++++++++++++++ As I drove to the bar I had so much shit rattling around in my head that I don't even remember most of it. I can say pretty much the same for what I thought as I sat at the bar and looked at myself in the mirror. After my third drink disappeared I waved Tammy over for a refill. She brought it, set it down in front of me and asked, "What's wrong Bill? You are sitting here looking like Godzilla just ate your best friend." "Not far off Tammy, not far off at all" because Cookie had been my best friend. I was finally coming to grips with the fact that Cookie had set me up. Set me up and then had led me to the pen like a lamb being led to the slaughter and it didn't help any that I let my dick take over my thinking. There was no doubt in my mind when Cookie put the blindfold on me that I was going to be led upstairs and into the middle of a surprise birthday party. I knew that there was no hot teenage honey waiting for me. Hell, I had known that when I had called Cookie's bluff and had told her to go ahead and set up Mary Anne to be my birthday present. I mean, come on, what wife would actually do something like that? Even as late as the point where she had me in the bedroom undressing me I thought she had some trick up her sleeve. But when the hot mouth closed on my cock instead of doing the right thing and pulling off the blindfold and saying, "What the hell is going on here" I let my dick say, "Damn, that feels good; how about we just let it happen, okay bud?" Looking back I can honestly say that it was the hottest fuck that I'd ever had. There was just something so erotic about having a blindfold on and not knowing who was sucking your cock, pushing her pussy in your face and grunting as you stuffed your cock up her shit hole. Fantastic yes, but the bottom line was that I had been set up. I had three more drinks and then handed Tammy my keys and asked her to call me a cab. ++++++++++++++++++++ When I walked into the house Cookie was sitting on the couch and she jumped up and ran to me and threw her arms around me. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick." "Out" was all I said and I pushed her away from me. I headed for the bedroom with Cookie following along behind me saying, "Why are you acting this way Bill? Why won't you sit down and talk to me?" "No thanks. I don't have anything to say and I don't want to hear anything that you may have to say." In our bedroom I gathered up the clothes I would need to wear to work the next day, grabbed my pillow and headed for the guest bedroom. The entire time Cookie kept saying, "Talk to me Bill, please talk to me. Let me explain baby, please talk to me." As I entered the guestroom I turned and yelled "NO!" and slammed the door in her face. ++++++++++++++++++++ I didn't sleep for beans that night. As if seeing my wife being fucked by some teenaged boy wasn't bad enough, the image of Beth lying there, legs spread wide while her mother ate her pussy and she sucked her boyfriends cock kept replaying in my mind. My little girl was a slut! Okay, okay, I know that I'd had some pretty erotic thoughts about Beth and I'd had some pretty damned strong fantasies of the two of us fucking and sucking up a storm, but I never acted on any of those fantasies; she was my baby for Christ's sake. I never even came close to trying to do anything sexual with Beth, but that picture in my mind of my baby girl with a cock in her mouth was driving me crazy. The last thought that I remembered having before I fell asleep was that I needed to find an apartment. I couldn't live under the same roof with Beth after seeing her with a cock in her mouth and wishing that it had been mine or with Cookie after seeing her with a nineteen-year-old buried in her butt. Cookie was sitting on the couch red eyed from crying and she got up when I passed through the room on the way to the kitchen and followed me. "Bill, please let me talk to you." "Why? What are you going to say that I don't already know? I know you set me up. That's what last night was all about. Get me in bed with a young girl so that when I found out what you were doing behind my back and blew my stack you could say, "Just hold on there a minute mister, I didn't see you pushing the young stuff away." Okay, I'm partially to blame because I didn't turn around and get the hell out of that bedroom as soon as I found out that the blindfold wasn't part of a surprise party. But the bottom line is that last night wasn't for me, it was for you. Insurance for you so that if I ever found out about you and your boy toy I couldn't go out and scream without it coming back on me in the form of whoever that was that I had sex with last night. Well not to worry now Cookie. I'll pack when I get home from work tonight and as soon as I'm out you can move the little boys in. Now, if you will excuse me I need to leave since I don't want to be late for work." ++++++++++++++++++++ I left work early and stopped by a motel that rented rooms by the week and by the month and got myself a room. Then I went home and packed a bag and moved out of the house. I'd been at the motel five days when one night when I got home from work there was a knock on the door and when I answered it I found Beth standing there. "May I come in?" "Sure honey" and I stepped aside and let her come in. She walked in and sat down on the bed and said, "How have you been?" "I've been better." "Wouldn't you be better at home?" "I don't think so sweetie." "Mom would be better if you were home. She's an absolute wreck right now. She isn't sleeping, she isn't eating and she spends all her time crying." "Sorry sweetie, but she did it to herself." "Yes she did, but do you know why? No, of course you don't because you would never let her talk to you. You just stomped out of the house." "After what I saw what could she possibly say that would mean anything?" "She could have told you why." "What difference would that make?" "I don't know, but maybe knowing would have taken some of the bitterness away." "Do you know why she did it?" "Yes I do. She did it because of me. She did the mother thing - you know, protect her young? - but it backfired on her." "Protect her young? Backfired? What are you talking about?" "It started one night when mom had gone to visit grandma. You were out of town and I had the house to myself and I thought that I had hours before mom would be home. Gram wasn't feeling well so she went to bed and mom came home and walked in on three boys and me. They had me naked on the couch with my legs spread and one of them was between my legs and getting ready to fuck me. The other two were standing there and stroking their hard cocks and waiting for their turn. " I was giggling and mom thought I was drunk and that the guys were taking advantage of me, but they weren't. I had been leading them on all day just waiting for a chance to get them to fuck me. But mom didn't know that. She thought that I was drunk and I knew that I was in deep shit so I just kept quiet and waited for her to run them off. Once they were gone she would put me to bed and the next morning I would get a lecture and that would be the end of it. Why are you looking at me like that?" "You led them on all day?" "I'm sorry daddy, but the truth of the matter is that your little Beth is a round-heeled slut. I love to fuck and almost any guy who doesn't have body odor or bad breath can climb on." "How long has this been going on?" "We won't go there. Anyway, back to the story. Mom told the guys to get out and they ignored her. She told them if they didn't leave she was going to call the cops. They laughed at her and told her to go ahead and that when word of what the cops found when they got there got out my reputation would be trashed as far as everyone in town was concerned. She begged them to leave me alone and they laughed at her again. Then she said if they would leave me alone she would take care of their hard ons. "Wouldn't you rather have an experienced woman than a young girl?" she asked. "All three of them had been fucking me for a month so not fucking me was no big thing compared to a chance to fuck a fox like mom so they all jumped at the chance. That night mom found out what her little girl already knew. There isn't anything like having a fresh cock in you continuously for hours. They took turns on her all night and when they left at six the next morning mom had a smile on her face that wasn't to be believed. I spent the night biting my lip, pretending to be drunk, and trying not to scream as I watched my cock all get used on mom." "And then she just kept on doing it? "No, it probably would have only been the one time if she hadn't felt so guilty about it. She got herself drunk the nest day and when I came home from class I found her drunk and crying about being so stupid and trashing her marriage and betraying her husband and I put her to bed. Thinking that she was out of it I called up some guys and invited them over to party. I had five guys in the room with me and I had one in my mouth and one in my pussy when mom walked in to the room. Two of the guys waiting their turn were two of the guys who had fucked her the night before and one of them said, "Hey, reinforcements" and they went over to her. I'm not sure what happened next because I was having orgasms, but when I looked over a minute or so later I saw that Roger, Sam and mom were not in the room. "When Terry and Dave finished with me I got up to see what was going on and I walked into your bedroom in time to see Roger pulling out of mom and Billy getting ready to take his place. After that the five guys took turns on us all night and when they left around seven in the morning I got dressed and went to class. When I came home that night I had Roger, Dave and Bill with me. I only intended to take a quick shower and change and then me and the guys were going to go to a party, but when I came out of the shower they were fucking mom and we never left the house that night. "The next morning after the guys had gone mom got all weepy eyed again and to make her feel better I went down on her. That led to me skipping classes that day and mom and I spent the day in bed together. So, basically, I guess that I corrupted my mother." I sat there stunned by what my baby girl was telling me. It was impossible that my sweet, young and innocent daughter could have done those things and I was having a hard time believing any of it even though I had seen some of it with my own eyes. I was staring at her and shaking my head in disbelief. "Which brings us to your birthday," Beth said. "You weren't being set up for anything. What it was was more of mom going into her protective mode again." "I don't understand." "I know you don't daddy. The fact that you are clueless is one of your more endearing qualities." "Clueless? Me?" "Yes you daddy. You think mom and I haven't noticed the way you look at me? Well we both have, but what you never noticed, but that mom did was the way I was looking at you. I fully intended to fuck you daddy. Sooner or later I was going to get you to seduce me or I was going to seduce you. You think that all the times you walked past my bedroom door and it was open were accidents? I was showing you the goods. Mom saw it and she knew what I was going to do. She already knew that I was a sex crazed whore and she wasn't all that worried about what fucking you would do to me, but she was worried about you. Knowing the kind of man you are she was afraid of what you having sex with me would cause. She just knew that you wouldn't be able to handle the guilt when it was over. "Her solution was to get you some sexy, young pussy to take your mind off me. I'd told her that Mary Anne was almost as big a slut as I was so mom had a talk with Mary Anne. Mary Anne thought that it would be a kick to fuck you, but then her time of the month showed up and she asked her sister Becky to do it." "I thought that I wasn't supposed to know who it was?" "That was before you fucked her eyes out. Now she wants a rematch and she asked me to give you her number. Anyway, Mary Anne called me on my cell phone and told me of the change in plans and I had Tim rush me home to see if I could stop things. Becky has an extremely jealous boyfriend and he has been known to get violent when other guys get too close to Becky. I wasn't all that worried about him getting violent with you, but his attitude could have screwed things up and ruined your night. Not that it mattered because I got there too late to stop things, but mom and I did agree to fuck him if he would just be cool about things and let Becky do you so the three of us and Tim went into the other bedroom. Becky was supposed to keep you busy for at least another half-hour so we could finish what we were doing and get the guys out of the house. Stupid planning on our part, but hindsight isn't going to change it. Anyway, after that night Mary Anne was going to fuck you on a regular basis and that was supposed to keep your mind off me and as long as you were with Mary Anne mom thought that I would stay away from you. But then everything went to shit and here you are." "I'm having a hard time believing this Beth. I mean I know that some of it is true because I saw it, but still, I mean, oh shit, I don't know what I mean." "I'm sorry daddy. I didn't mean to screw up your life. If only I'd told mom that night that I wasn't drunk and that I'd brought the guys home with me everything would have been okay. Maybe not between mom and me, but you would still be home and mom wouldn't be as big a slut as I am. I really made a mess of things and I'm sorry daddy, I really am. The whole thing is my fault daddy, not mom's. She loves you daddy. We need you to come home." "Is that why you came here, to try and get me to come home?" Beth looked at me for several seconds and then she said, "Well I guess I did say you were clueless didn't I" as she stood and started to undress. The Birthday Gift Ch. 02 The morning sun attacked my eyes like a laser through a crack in the blinds. A vague ache in my head and the stale taste of red wine in my throat told me I had probably drunk too much the night before. I was trying to clear the brain fog and get my memory working, when a sweet voice sang in my ear, "Do you still love me ... this morning?" I was not alone. This realization came to me first from the voice, and then from the feeling of warm flesh pressed against my back. As things began to crystallize in my muddled mind, I was overcome by a sudden feeling of remorse. I was in bed. Naked. And the warm flesh belonged to my eighteen-year-old niece, Sarah. My thoughts slowly coalesced into a mental video of what had happened between us only hours earlier. It had been Sarah's birthday, and somehow I had lost all sense of propriety and allowed her to talk me into ending her virginity. "If I'm allowed to speculate," the voice whispered, "I would imagine you're feeling a bit hung-over, and maybe even a little regretful right now. Am I right?" "Uh-huh," I managed, wondering how she knew about the regret. And then, like a soft blanket being drawn across my confused mind, I felt a wave of love overtake my fear and remorse, drowning out everything but the thought of her. Sarah's parents, my brother and his wife, had sent her home from Saudi Arabia, where Phil was winding up a contract job that had kept the family away for over four years. Sarah had been granted a lucrative scholarship here in the States, and they wanted her to be home in time to prepare for her college career. I was charged with seeing to her well being for a couple of weeks while her parents tied up all the loose ends, and I realized I had taken advantage of the situation by letting myself succumb to my long-standing sexual attraction to this lovely young woman. As the events of the night before came into focus, I began to relive one of the most incredible experiences of my life. Despite the 20-year difference in our ages, our union and the affection that grew from it had convinced me I was hopelessly in love with my niece. At her urging, I had deflowered her with great care, after which I had allowed myself to confess my love and she had reciprocated with equal sincerity. The experience had, at first, been painful for her, but over a period of hours, during which we made love several times, the pain had given way to incredible passion and pleasure for both of us, the residuals of which were evident in my aching desire to have her again. "Uncle Dave?" she said in a quiet, urging voice. "Please don't feel bad about what happened last night. I know you're worried about Dad and all, but it was me who talked you into it, and it was the most spiritual and loving experience I've ever had. You told me you loved me then, and I don't think you meant it like an uncle to a niece, so let's just go from there and forget about all the silly rules and societal taboos. Whatever the future holds for us, I will never, ever, regret what happened, and I want you remember it the same way." I thought for a moment, and when that wave of love enveloped me, I turned to her. With tears threatening to break though my normally stoic façade, I let myself go and smothered her face and neck with kisses. As my desire for her grew, I frantically climbed on top and drew her legs up, but she stopped me with a sniff of regret. "I ... uh, I'm a little sore, Uncle Dave," she whispered. "Do you think we could wait a while before we ... you know?" Realizing I had acted with no regard for her comfort or desires, I caught myself just as I began to enter her. She had not protested or tried to move away, and another wave of love swept over me at the thought that she would have willingly let me continue, even though she was probably rubbed raw from the night before. I drew back then, silently berating myself for being so callous. "Oh, honey," I said. "I'm sorry. I got carried away there for a moment." As I lay back down beside her, I felt her hand encircle me and begin to slide up and down in a gentle caress, as if she were worried I, too, might be sore. "Is this okay," she said as she increased the speed of her hand movement until I was near bursting. "Yes," I managed to gurgle through mounting pleasure. I relaxed then, allowing her to take control until her hand became a blur of flesh on flesh. And when her other hand began to fondle my aching testicles, I came in a burst so powerful it shot all the way to my chin. As if she knew exactly the right thing to do, she slowed down a little at a time, until she was gently milking the last few drops from my waning erection. When I finally regained a small measure of control over my senses, I put my arm around her and pulled her close. "Uncle Dave," she said in a soft yearning voice. "I do want you. In fact, I want to feel you inside me again so bad I can hardly stand it. But we nearly screwed each other to death last night, and I don't want to do anything that will change my memories of this weekend for the worse. We've got all day, and I know I'm going to feel better before long, so maybe we could try some other things first. Okay?" "Sure, honey," I answered. "In fact, why don't we act like normal people for a while? You know, get up, do the standard morning bathroom ritual, eat breakfast, read the paper. Stuff like that. And by the way, I think it's time you dropped the "Uncle" bit, since every time I hear it I get this flash of guilt." "You have nothing to feel guilty about Unc—uh, Dave—boy, does that sound weird. Anyway, like I said, it was me who started it all, and I've never been happier in my life than I have been over the past twelve hours." As she said this, she swirled a finger through the glistening puddle on my chest and smiled up at me. "But you're right about doing some normal things. Like maybe taking a shower?" I laughed at her obvious reference to the mess I'd made, and when she climbed on top and started smearing it between our bodies, I added to her suggestion: "Yeah, and now we both need one. Are you game?" "Well," she said, drawing the word out as if seriously contemplating the suggestion, "I'm not exactly game, so you shouldn't try to shoot me. Still, it might be nice if we both cleaned up a little. Then maybe we could eat breakfast and relax for a while before you give me another lesson or two in the art of love making. But first, I think we should both take a little private time in the bathroom, don't you?" The Birthday Gift Ch. 02 Prologue: Susan Anderson has organized a sexual relationship with her handyman that is very satisfying. Her next door neighbor Lucy, a twenty-something girl, has gotten involved. If you have not read Chapter One of The Birthday Gift, I suggest you do so before you read Chapter Two. It will make more sense, and I can only explain so much in a Prologue. A couple of boring days at the office went by, and I was looking forward to a visit from John tonight. I did a lot of thinking during these two days, and I came to a few conclusions. First, how did I get to be almost 37 years old before I found out that I am so anally erotic? I still want every other kind of sex; oral, both giving and receiving, and good old-fashioned vaginal. But the exciting, erotic, and intimate feelings of taking it in the ass are what I am craving now. I was concerned about John. Did he do both of us in the ass just because we wanted it so desperately? Or have we turned him on to it and now he prefers it like Lucy and I do? We have always had a light-hearted kind of relationship, where we can kid around about something that we are actually very serious about. Our relationship began that way many months ago, when we bumped into each other in the hallway and felt each other up. I played Little Red Riding Hood, saying "My, what a big penis you have!" He picked right up on it and replied "All the better to fuck you with!" From that day on we have used plain language for sex acts and body parts. John told me he did not like medical or clinical terms like vagina. "Pussy is OK, but cunt is even better" he explained. This language has been creeping into my writing as well. I don't mean to offend, it is just the way I talk now. So I thought a playful approach would be the way to communicate with him about my new-found preference. I stopped at an Office Supply store on my way home and bought two ready-made signs that many businesses need. When I got home I took them into my bedroom, and I removed two mediocre art prints from the wall. I hung the two signs in their place and stood back to admire my work. One sign said "Enter in Rear" and the other said "Make All Deliveries in Rear." I knew this humorous approach would be just right for John. When he arrived we sat for a while in the front room. After some small talk he asked "What's on the menu tonight? Something exotic, like last time?" I gave him a vague look and shrugged my shoulders. "Look," he said, "If you don't want it that way just tell me. Just say 'Please fuck me in the cunt this time' and I will." "We'll see", I said, as I led him into the bedroom. When he saw the signs, he burst out laughing. "OK, boss. If that is my employer's policy, I will have to abide by it." We had a race to see who could get undressed first, and it was a tie. I had a bottle of the super-slippery sex lube on the nightstand, and I began to apply it to John's cock. As I stroked it, it grew and began to get hard. I used my other hand to fondle his hairy nuts. I love his egg-shaped sperm factories, but I know to handle them with care. There was no need for any further discussion, or foreplay. We both wanted it and we knew we were going to get it. It was as if John was going to do some work in the house, and I was helping him to prepare the tool he was going to use. This is not really a part of his job here, there is no money involved. We are both happy with the arrangement we have. We get extremely satisfying sex with no strings attached and that is all we want. He doesn't have to cruise the bars to pick up women, and I don't have to put up with the hassles of dating. I have promised John that I will not have sex with anyone else. Why would I when he gives me all I can handle? He has made the same promise to me. This way we do not have to use condoms, which I hate. I want the feeling of his bare cock inside me, not covered up with rubber. And I want his semen inside me. His ejaculation would probably burst a condom anyway. Bringing Lucy into the mix is not hazardous, since she can count the times she has had sex on the fingers of one hand. I calmly and methodically got his cock as stiff as a board and coated with lube. So here we were, I am preparing his cock to go up my asshole, and he is patiently waiting for me to finish. No drama, no "Please let me!" from him, no "Please don't!" from me. He is simply going to fuck me in the ass which we both want. His one-eyed monster was staring at me, and we both knew it was ready to invade me. I got up on the bed face down, and he moved into position behind me. I felt his cock touch my anus, and with one slow, deliberate push it went all the way in me, up to his balls. I don't know if it was the lube, or his steely erection, or the fact that I was no longer a virgin, but I took it all without a problem. He fucked me with his expert technique for what seemed like twenty minutes, but was probably less than half that. I was practically delirious with pleasure when he finally shot his load into me. And when I say shot, I mean shot! It went so far up in my stomach that I knew it would not be dribbling back out of me. Feeling a man cum in me is a very important part of sex for me. I know some women think cum is just a messy and disgusting by-product of sex, but to me it is precious stuff, and I crave it. We actually cuddled for a while, unusual for John, and then he was on his way back to his apartment. I stayed in my bed and masturbated like a teenager to get release from my aroused state. I lay awake thinking about what has been happening to me lately. I hope I am not becoming some kind of pervert, but I decided I am just a normal thirty-something woman with a large sexual appetite. I slept like a log that night. Next there came a couple more boring office job days, and I looked forward to John's visit that night. It has been a week since the episode with Lucy, and the follow-up night when I was introduced to anal sex. Tonight was the night for John's regularly scheduled visit to empty himself in me, but I wanted to talk first. When he arrived, we sat in the front room for some conversation before we played hide-the-salami. "What do you think about my neighbor Lucy? Wasn't it a little strange how she asked you to fuck her in the ass?" "Yeah, very strange. But I was glad she did." "Not that it is so strange for a woman to want that, but the language, the word she used. Cornholed?" I went on to explain to John about how Lucy's mother had used the word, and recommended that Lucy take it in the ass if she was going to allow a date to have sex with her. I said "I think the word has a dirty, nasty, obscene sound to it that causes a conditioned response in her, kind of like Pavlov's dog. She is a demure, sweet young lady until she hears the word, and then she is hot to trot." A word like 'blowjob' is more exciting than 'oral sex' so I guess I understand about 'cornhole'. I admit that it gives me a little tingle of arousal, but nowhere near what it does to Lucy. I went on "I want to get her over here again, maybe even tonight, and get her to do what she wants to do with you, without the blindfold. She needs to grow up and take responsibility for her needs and desires. What do you think?" John answered "OK by me. I will be glad to do her again." I bet you will, I thought. But I said "I hate to use you like a human dildo, but if you don't mind, I am going to ask her to come over." We agreed, so I walked over to the house next door, and knocked on the front door. Lucy answered; as usual she was home alone. "Why don't you come over to my place? I have someone I want you to meet. A good friend of mine." She was hesitant, and she asked "What's her name?" "His name, actually. Come on, I know you will enjoy his company." We walked together to my house and went in. "Lucy, this is John. John, meet my neighbor Lucy." Smiles, handshakes, the usual pleasantries ensued. Lucy was into her prim and proper persona, and she had no idea of who John really was. To make conversation, she asked "How do you two know each other?" John spoke up and said "I do upgrade and repair projects in the house for Susan. I guess you can call me a handyman. I also have a full time job doing maintenance work at a manufacturing company in town." I chimed in with "John does a great job of fixing things around here. But we have also become good friends. You might say friends with benefits." I am sure Lucy knows what that expression means, but her eyes just flickered a little and she ignored it. She was trying to maintain her wholesome young lady image, where she wouldn't say shit if she had a mouthful of it. John said "Right, I can do just about anything Susan asks, even if she just wants me to fill a hole." Lucy had a hard time ignoring that. I could see that the demure, Sunday School teacher part of her was trying to pretend that this was just polite conversation, while the darker side of her knew what was being said. OK John, you smart ass, I thought, that is enough beating around the bush. Time for the truth. "Lucy, you have already met John, you just don't realize it. He is the man that provided your birthday gift last week." She almost collapsed on the floor. She blushed and stammered "Oh... I ... um ... see." Knowing she was face to face with the man whose cock had stretched and filled her asshole was too much for her to handle. She stared at the floor, unable to look at either of us. John picked up where I left off, and said "Lucy, I saw you completely naked last week. You are very beautiful, and you should never be ashamed of your body. However, you were blindfolded, so you never had the chance to see me. I think we should correct that right now." He began to remove his clothes, taking his time. First the shirt, then the shoes and socks, and next the jeans. He stood there a moment in his briefs, while Lucy fidgeted and squirmed. He pulled off the briefs, and his cock swung into view, half erect. She couldn't help herself, she had to look. Her eyes grew wide with amazement, trying to accept the fact that this big thing had been up her asshole. She quickly looked away, still playing the modest young lady. This was clearly an opportunity to get more of what she wants, so why doesn't she do or say something? "Go ahead, Lucy. He won't bite you!' John sat down on the edge of the bed, with his cock now at full attention, standing up like a flag pole. He patted the bed next to him as an invitation. I finally got Lucy to sit next to John on the bed. I just gently pushed her over to it and firmly sat her down. She would not make eye contact with him; she averted her gaze and blushed. She avoided contact with his naked body as if she was afraid to touch him. John took her hand and placed it on his stiff cock, and she grasped it. She was obviously not going to do anything further, so I thought I would try the magic word. "Lucy, why don't you ask John if he would be willing to cornhole you again?" The word sent an electric current through her body which made her flinch, and she squeezed his cock so hard I thought he would tell her to stop. Hearing the trigger word brought about an instant change in her. It was as if another personality took control of her, one without the shame and modesty of her usual self. The look in her eyes and the expression on her face told me that the struggle was still going on inside her. I am no psychologist, but I think she was in the state that they call 'conflicted'. She looked at the meaty cock in her hand, and looked away. She looked at it again, and looked away, her face beet red. I said "It's difficult to imagine that the whole length of that thing was up your ass, isn't it" Now she had to look at it. As she stared at it, I could see the thoughts running through her mind. She touched the head tentatively, and felt the length of it all the way to his balls. She was obviously remembering how it felt inside her, and now she could see and feel the thick shaft. I had to break the impasse, so I said "I am sure John will cornhole you again if you ask him nicely." It was like flipping a switch. The sex-starved part of her told the Sunday School part to shut up and cooperate. She stopped just holding his cock and started to stroke it like a man strokes his own. It makes me wonder just how chaste she is if she knows how to handle a cock like that. She looked in his eyes with a pleading, puppy dog expression, and said "Please! Would you please do it to me again?" "Do what?" he teased. He wanted to make her say it. Trembling and blushing and almost crying, she said "Please cornhole me!" Saying the trigger word was even more exciting to her than just hearing it. "It would be my pleasure" he replied, the understatement of the year. It was truly a Jekyll and Hyde thing, she was a different person. She dropped to her knees in front of him, and took his cock in her mouth. The head was a mouthful, but she managed to get a little more in. She bobbed up and down on it, expertly blowing him. She inspected it carefully, as if it was a sweater she was buying at the mall. "I think it is hard enough to go in me." She deposited a large dollop of her saliva on it, and said "That will help." She stripped off her shorts and panties, and kicked off her flip-flops. She left her tank-top on, in too much of a hurry to bother with it. Her tits are not that important to John anyway, his interest is between her legs. She got up on the bed, and onto her hands and knees. "I want to try it this way. Is that OK?" John just smiled and climbed onto the bed behind her. Her legs were spread slightly, and he positioned his outside of hers, on his knees. Lucy was not ashamed of what she wanted now; she whispered "Just shove it up my ass!" In order to reach back and spread her butt cheeks for him, she had to put her head and shoulders down on the bed. That actually produced a better angle for him to penetrate her, with her butt sticking up in the air. She spread her ass-cheeks and waited. I pulled a chair up next to the bed, behind them. This would give me a much better view than I had last week sitting beside them. Her little flower of a pussy was in plain view, with her pretty asshole right above it. Johns cock was bobbing and swaying like a tree limb as he moved into position. John lined his cock up with her asshole and pushed. The saliva helped, and of course she was permanently stretched a little from last time. The tip went in and forced her anus open. Virgin or not, she was still tight for John's tool. She made a sound that I can only describe as "Uh!" He hesitated to give her a moment to get used to it, and then carefully pushed it all the way in. Lucy did not move or make a sound. Unfortunately I couldn't see her face but I was pretty sure she was in a state of bliss. His ball-sack covered up her pussy as he pressed against her with his cock buried in her. He began to work it in and out gently. It was easier this time than the first, and he picked up the pace. As it slid in and out of her asshole, her pussy opened and closed from the pressure. It looked like a tiny toothless mouth saying "Help me!" I could hear some soft vocalizations from Lucy, little grunts and squeals as John's cock bottomed out in her. I would have loved to see the look in her eyes and the expression on her face, but I didn't want to give up my vantage point. John's balls were swaying back and forth like a playground swing as he humped away. Lucy is such a skinny little thing, I could not imagine where all the cock was going. She kept spreading her butt to make sure she got it all, which she certainly did. I could sense the tension building in both of them. Lucy let go of one butt cheek, and began to stroke and rub her clit. John gave her one last thrust and started to cum. He grunted and groaned, and Lucy had an explosive orgasm just as the semen gushed into her. I didn't have an orgasm, but I was damn close. I thought I might have to get the garden hose to separate them, like two dogs. I walked around to the side of the bed and tapped John on the shoulder. "No double-headers tonight, John. That's enough." I had my own ulterior motive; I wanted him to save some for me. Finally they uncoupled and collapsed on the bed side-by-side. John got up and went into the bathroom, and I could hear the sink running as he washed up. He returned and joked "A good handyman keeps his tool clean!" He climbed back onto the bed, next to Lucy who embraced him. "You are such a wonderful man" she said, as she covered his face with kisses. "You are such a manly, strong man, but you are so gentle and considerate. You know just how to corn . . ." She stopped abruptly. Then she finished "You know just how to do it." I guess she didn't want to say it, and light the fire again so soon. I stripped naked and joined them on the bed. With John between us, Lucy and I caressed and kissed him. "A thorn between two roses" I joked, as four feminine hands touched him all over. We both got as close as we could and made a man-sandwich out of him. We rested and recovered for about 20 minutes, and then Lucy began to run her fingers over John's muscular body, lightly and gently as a butterfly. She tickled his balls in a teasing way, and said "I think it is Susan's turn now. Can you do it? I really want to watch, like she watched me." John's cock reared up like the Loch Ness Monster as his answer. Lucy played with it and stroked it to get it even harder, and then began sucking it. Repeating herself, she said "I think it is hard enough to go in now" and deposited another gob of her saliva on it. "Try it on your hands and knees, Susan. It goes in farther that way!" Great, I thought, all I need is for it to go in deeper. The last time I think it touched my spleen. I was intrigued by the doggy-style idea; I do enjoy being fucked in the cunt that way. So I took the position and waited as John moved behind me. Lucy took up my observation post on the chair behind us. I was a little uncomfortable about what her view was like. Nudity doesn't bother me, but this was pretty extreme. My mature cunt and slightly hairy asshole are not as pretty as hers. It didn't seem to bother John, though. I felt his smooth cock-head touch my anus, and a thrill went through me as I realized what was about to happen. I felt the pressure build, and then I was penetrated suddenly. "It's in!" said Lucy. You don't need to tell me, I thought. It's my asshole! The wonderful sensation of his cock probing, exploring and insinuating itself into me told me it was in. I forced myself to breathe slowly, and relax. The feeling of his cock sliding deeper and deeper inside me was marvelous. He began his methodical in and out thrusting and I loved it. Lucy was as aroused as me, I guess. She exclaimed "It's disappearing into you! Your asshole is swallowing it!" That was pretty crude, I thought, but probably an accurate description. John put his hands on my hips and held me tight. His strong hands were like a vise, and he held me like he was preventing my escape. I had no desire to escape; I was in complete surrender mode. With each thrust into me he pulled my hips back to meet him. The tip of his cock reached a new record depth just as Lucy had promised. His pubic bone bumped up against my tailbone, and his hairy balls brushed my wet pussy lips. I kept thinking about the tiny hole at the tip of his cock were his precious semen comes out. I wanted it, but at the same time I didn't want this to end. I realized that it was not up to me, and I should just relax and let it happen. He did manage to keep it up for a while longer, and my asshole and intestinal tract accepted his stiff, exploring shaft. I have never felt so joined together with a man. He was truly up inside me, in my most intimate and private place. I sensed the tension building in him, and I knew he was about to cum. The Birthday Gift Ch. 02 I whispered "Just pump it into me." Obedient employee that he is he stopped with his cock fully embedded in me and moaned. As deep as his cock was in me, his fire-hose ejaculation went even further into me. Every cell in my body welcomed this foreign invasion. As I felt his semen spurt into me I rubbed my clit furiously, and I joined him in a mutual orgasm. Lucy came around to the side of the bed, and alternated kissing John and then me. She said "God that was so hot! Could you feel the cum go into you?" I answered "Lucy, you know what it feels like. Of course I could." John and I separated, and the three of us returned to our position with John in between us. I was content to doze off, but Lucy wanted to talk. "So you two have been doing this for some time?" "No, Lucy. I can't speak for John, but I never had anal sex until last week, when you introduced me to it." She considered that quietly for a while. "So I am the pervert here! John, have you had anal before me?" He answered "No. I tried it a few times but the women screamed for me to stop. They said I was too big." I certainly understand that. The poor women probably thought they would have to go to the Emergency Room. Think how embarrassing it would be to tell the Doctor why your asshole was ripped open. But they should have tried it. There is no such thing as too big. Your asshole will stretch before it will tear. "Lucy, John and I are both glad you introduced us to it. It will be a permanent part of our sex life now." With that, John excused himself and left to get some well-deserved rest at his apartment. Lucy and I stayed in bed and cuddled. We both had a belly-full of John's love-juice, and we were enjoying the afterglow. I heard some gurgling and rumbling coming from Lucy's abdomen and I gave her a quizzical look. She said "I am having some cramping." I imagine her insides were trying to reclaim the empty space created by John's big dick. Plus, she has a swimming-pool of his live sperm in her. She is probably trying to digest it. I wasn't having any of those problems. I want to say again emphatically I am not fat! However, I am a normal sized woman, and my butt and my abdomen have more room than Lucy does. She probably shops for size small in the Girl's Department. I have no idea how John can get all of his cock into her. "Will it be a permanent part of my sex life too? Can I join you and John again?" Ordinarily I would not like to share John with anyone else, but she is special. "Of course you can, Lucy. I will ask John if he can come over three times a week instead of two. We have to take turns, though. Share and share alike. No jealousy." "OK. I understand." "Can I stay here with you tonight? I don't want to go home." You can if I can lick your pussy, I thought. Good God, I have never had the desire to do that, but she is so sweet. I don't want to munch on the overly-fragrant cunt of some woman my age, but she is so fresh and clean. "You can stay tonight. In fact, you can move in if you want to. But before we go to sleep, I want to do something." I moved down towards her crotch and gently pried her legs apart. "I don't know if we should do that. Doesn't that make us gay?" I said "No. It just makes you cum really well. And I get to taste you." I am starting to have strong feelings toward her. I hope the dreaded word 'Love' doesn't start to creep in. And what about if she starts to have those feelings towards John? I will have to work hard to keep things the way I want them. Let's just fuck each other and stay friends. I finished her off in about three minutes, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.