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The Perfect Gift

By: Paul Yearwood



It was the Saturday before the Senior Prom. Janice Young, eighteen year-old daugher of the noted cardiac surgeon, Doctor Alfred Young, stopped in the family den to see her father. Janice wore the gown she designed for the prom. Her dream was to attend design school and work for the big houses in New York.

“Daddy, I need your help.” 

“What’s up, Baby?

“I need a few spots adjusted. Not something I can do on a dress form.”

Janice stands in front of her father. He has done this before. Lydia, his wife and Janice’s mother, was a writer and could not sew a stitch. Alfred helps his daughter because it kept his fingers nimble for surgery. 

Alfred took the sewing kit from Janice. He pulled loose a few seams and redid them to leave smooth fabric. He soon had the dress fitting his daughter like a second skin.

He skimmed his hand over the dress to be sure no other location needed adjusting. He ran his hand down the back of the gown. He found himself slowing down as his hand moved across Janice’s backside. 

He found himself thinking it was a nice backside. It was small, round and firm. He felt the heat come through the cloth. He paused his hand, letting the heat warm his hand.

“Turn around, Jan.”

She turned to face her father. He started at the bodice of the gown. It was cut low. Low enough the upper edge of her areolae were exposed when she breathed deeply. Janice moved and she was uncovered to the nipples. Alfred saw this was designed so Janice could reveal what she wanted revealed.

“Would you check the front for wrinkles, Dad?”

Alfred started at the top of the strapless gown. That top was just above her nipples. His hands froze.

“Come on, Dad. I can’t go to the prom with bad seams.”

His fingers that could remove and replace a dying heart became clumsy. It was like he was wearing boxing gloves. His hand rested on his daughter’s breast. He felt the nipple grow under his touch. To him, if felt like a strawberry.

He went lower, looking for imperfections in the dress. What he found was perfection in his daughter. The skin of her gown enhanced the skin of her body.

Her waist was tight and small. He had a moment’s fear that Janice was anorexic. No, there were no bones outlined to his touch. She was just thin built.

“Jan, you are a beautiful woman.”

That was when he noticed the shallowness of his breathing. He watched the movements of his daughter’s breasts. She was aroused, too.

“I think you’re perfect.”

“What about the dress, Daddy?”

“That was what I was talking about.”

Janice pushed his hand lower, till it rested on her mons.

“This needs to be a bit smoother, Dad.”

Alfred moved his hand to smooth out the fabric. It was not the fabric that caused the ripples. It was the contour of her sex. Alfred felt the irregular pattern that was her pubic hair. His hand instinctively flexed. He found the thin panties she wore. 

“Dad, I need your help in something else, too.”

“What’s that, Dear?”

“Jimmy, my date, has a room for us to spend the night.”

She watched her father for a reaction. He did not get mad but he lost some the erection her father did not know he had.

“You know the risks and dangers, Jan. Your mother and I trust you to make up your own mind.”

“Well, Jimmy thinks I’m an experienced woman. I don’t want to disappoint him.”

Her father stared at her. He never thought about her having sex. It was her call. She was a girl who dated. He assumed she had her first lay long ago. Now, she was hinting that she was still virginal.

“I want my night with him to be the best possible. I need to learn how to please a man.”

Father and daughter sat on the sofa. Alfred tried to decipher what Janice was telling him.

“Did you ever talk to your Mom about this?”

“It was like reading her novels. Her books can make me cream, but she can’t vocalize her ideas.”

Alfred smiled.

“Jan, I can assure you, she can act it out in bed. Sometimes she uses me as research. Not that I’m complaining.”

Janice laughed. It was easier to talk to her father than her mother about sex. 

“You sure you want Jimmy to be your first lay?”

“Yes, I just don’t want him to KNOW he’s the first. Can you pop my hymen?”

Alfred thought about his daughter’s request.

“I can do that. Not my area of expertise.”

Janice takes a deep breath. She threw caution to the wind. She reaches into a secret pocket in her gown. She pulls out a small foil packet. She hands it to her father.

“As a man, Dad. Not as a doctor.”

Janice reached between her father’s legs. She felt the natural reaction to her request. It grew to her touch. It strained against the pants Alfred wore. 

Alfred took a sharp breath at the touch of his daughter’s hand. Wetness spread in his boxers. 

Janice stood before him. She did a quick movement of her shoulders and the gown slid off her body revealing her silk panties.

“Make me a woman.”

Janice helped her father undress. She stopped when he was clad only in his boxers. She wanted the last decision to be his. She removed her panties when he stripped of his shorts. She looked at his manhood while Alfred looked at her tangle between her legs. She watched the clear liquid drip from the tip. 

Janice knelt before Alfred. She licked the pre-cum from the tip. She kissed the tip. Janice licked the bottom side of the shaft. That caused more leakage. Janice held his sac in her hand. She felt the testicles tighten up. She kept her virginity by using her mouth to keep her boyfriends happy. She knew her father was about to blast her tongue with his semen. She stopped to let Alfred calm down.

“You said you were a virgin, Baby.”

“Only below the waist, Daddy. I have to drink something and I’m too young for beer.”

Janice lay back on the sofa. She put one leg over the back, exposing everything.

“Would you like a pussy cocktail, without the cock, for now?”

Alfred buried his face in his daughter’s bush. She parted the folds to let him in. He buried his tongue as deep in his daughter as he could. He used his nose to stimulate her clitoris. He lifted his head to take a breath. Janice grabbed his hair and shoved him back into her fountain.

The taste of his little girl was sweet. She flowed. Her love juice did not stop. Alfred could not keep up with the love water. It poured off his chin into her ass.

Her legs tightened as she approached release. Her orgasm shook the couch. She would have hurt her father’s ears with her scream had they not been muffled by her thighs.

It was painful laying on his hard-on. He looked up between his baby’s thighs into her face, framed by her breasts. He opened the foil.

Janice watched as her father inserted his cock into the rubber. The materiel stretched over his cock. She was glad it was not the super-sized monsters her mother wrote about. She knew it would hurt but she did not want extreme pain.

“Can you make it to my bed, Daddy?”

Daddy shook his head. Now was the time.

Janice did not want to be on the sofa. She put the cushions on the floor. She reclined on them. Alfred got another cushion and placed it under her ass, raising it above her head.

He knelt between her legs, bringing his ready cock to within inches of her swollen cunt. She secreted her fluids onto the cushions. 

“Don’t fuck me, Daddy. Make love to me. Show your daughter how much you love her.” 

He did not need the lubrication that came on the rubber. Janice made entry easy. 

He pushed in slowly. It was a good brand. He felt every twitch and contour of her cunt. He felt when the tip of his shaft contacted her maidenhead. 

Janice felt the intrusion. The membrane stretched as her father slowly assaulted her virginity. 

“Wait a minute, Dad.”

Alfred stopped while Janice shifted her body. She hooked her feet behind his ass.

“I’m ready.”

Alfred resumed the pressure. She felt the stretching return. There was pain at the first sign of conquest, of the penetration of her maidenhead.

The pain caused her to flex her legs. This pushed her father through the last resistance. It was like he fell into her. He could no longer control his body. Nature took over. 

He took both of her breasts into his hands. He dug his nails into her flesh. She screamed again. As did Alfred. He blasted his cum into her hot shaking box. 

Alfred had not worn a rubber since he started dating Lydia. He stopped wearing one before they married. The pooling of the cum in the tip almost put him off his stride. Almost. He kept pumping his spent dick into Janice until he felt her orgasm. The quivering of her inner muscles squeezed every last drop out of him. He felt one last, but weak, blast of his hot, sticky semen empty from his balls. He kept his body moving until Janice stopped moving beneath him.

Alfred rolled off his daughter and fell asleep on the floor. Janice pulled the rubber off her father and drank his cum before falling asleep.

Alfred woke the next morning with his daughter in his arms and a blanket over their nude bodies. Then he realized he heard the clanging of dishes in the kitchen. Lydia was home.

Alfred looked around the room. He saw the gown hanging by the door. In the door was Lydia drinking coffee. She sat by her husband’s head.

“Hi, honey. Did you keep busy?”

“I, uh, helped Janice get ready for the prom.”

Janice started laughing.

“The prom was last month, Daddy. I didn’t go. Jimmy got sick at the last minute.”

“Then what was this?”

Lydia removed the blanket. She got between Alfred’s knees and took his cock into her mouth. He responded as Mother Nature intended. The rod of life once again hardened. 

His cock was ready for more. The touch of his wife’s tongue on the tip of his cock caused more hardness. Lydia scratched her teeth on the cleft under his cocked. She got the clear water flowing. Alfred purred in pleasure. His eyes closed. Something felt strange. He never felt it before. He looked. 

He saw both his wife and his daughter licking his member. This sight started his cock to quiver. His women stopped. They smiled at each other. They played a round of Paper-Scissors-Rock. Lydia chose paper and Janice took scissors.

“Great,” said Janice. “I’m in the middle.”

Alfred watched as Janice retook her position on the cushions. Janice indicated to her father to she wanted him to, as she put it, “Fuck her brains out.” 

“You have anymore rubbers in your dress?”

“Not this time, Daddy. I want it all this time.”

This time when Alfred entered Janice her muscles grasped him like a wet glove. They shrunk until she held him in a meat vice. He tried to wait until Lydia was seated on Janice’s mouth. Janice made her cunt squeeze him. It made him start moving. As tight as Janice was, it did not keep her from leaking around her father. He felt her juice drip on his balls. 

Alfred looked at his wife. Her eyes were closed as her rode Janice’s face. Lydia pinched and pulled at her daughter’s nipples. Janice was doing the same to her mother. 

Alfred watched his wife glowing face. He could not see Janice’s. Lydia started to twitch. He knew that she was approaching orgasm. The bucking of Janice’s hips indicated she was close too. Alfred was chewing on his lip almost to the point of bleeding to keep his cock under control. 

That failed. Janice had an orgasm that milked his man-juice from his cock. This time it sprayed the insides of his daughter. There was nothing to keep his seed from hunting for fertile ground. They searched in vain. Janice used the pill since she was a sophomore.

Alfred watched the action between mother and daughter. They were so in tuned to each other’s bodies he knew this was not the first time for them to have incestuous, lesbian sex.

They had great stamina. It was obvious they both had cummed. Watching them continue made him want more. But, Junior was asleep. 

Alfred stuck his face back in his daughter’s cunt. He was rewarded with the taste of his own cum mixed with Janice’s. The exotic flavor woke Junior.

Alfred pulled his cum-covered face out of Janice. His lovers were finally coming down to earth.

Lydia sat back on her heels. Janice was trying to catch her breath. They both caught sight of his cock. They played their game again and Lydia won.

Lydia got to her hands and knees. She pointed her pussy at Alfred. He knew that when she did this, she wanted it hard and with pain. 

He rammed into her, pumping her cunt with his dick. His balls slammed against Lydia’s ass cheeks. Teased by her daughter’s tongue, her cunt hungered for a real cock. It went deep into her. 

Her arms weakened and collapsed. The pound she got from the back racked her nipples across the rug. The friction of the carpet started to rub them raw. Her body was wired like a taunt spring.

She got close. Alfred raked his nails down her back. Some nails left red marks. A few drew blood. But it triggered her orgasm. She did not get much jism from her stud, but it was enough to satisfy her. 

They all were panting on the floor, almost too spent to move. Janice managed to crawl to her father. Janice kissed her father. She sent her tongue deep into his throat. 

Alfred repeated his question.

“If this was not about the prom, what was it about?”

“I wanted to give you something special for Father’s Day. And what is more special to a girl than her cherry? I knew you would not take it if I just asked you to sleep with me. Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.”

The Perfect Gift



You relax in a state of bliss so complete, listening to the rhythm of her heart, feeling each breath she makes. You kiss her softly, her own lips answering your love and pleasure, promising more to come. You mind wanders to her gift still sitting in your coat, but you hold her close knowing that you will have time later for presents. As you kiss her softly, your heart tells you that she has given you the perfect gift: Her trust and love.



The Perfect Gift



"Hey, Honey."

"Hey Sweetie!" Mandy waved from the kitchen to her husband Virgil as he kicked the door shut behind him. He had his weekend bag as well as some plastic bags in his hands, his cover already thrown on the couch.

He dropped his gear and moved to take her in his arms; each ran hands up and down the other's backs and shoulders as they kissed. "Miss me?"

"You know I did babe." She pulled back for a moment to look clearly at her husband; his guileless face and broad smile. He was not super handsome, but very masculine, every bit the Marine Officer. She loved him dearly, and had missed him at drill weekend.

"How was New Orleans?"

"Still standing when I left." He grinned at her, a sudden expanse of teeth that lit up the room. Not the whitest or straightest smile, but his whole face took part in it. "I got you something," and dangled one of the plastic bags by his face.

"Ooohhhhh.... goody! I knew I married you for a reason. Let me see." Virgil pulled the bag and himself away with a grin and said,

"After dinner honey. Let me put my gear away and shower up."

Mandy smiled after him as he went upstairs to change, and turned back to dinner. Drill weekend was a pain, and added a ton of stress to their lives. But having him back was always nice, and she knew he loved it. The time to be a full time Marine was gone, but he still wanted to be part of his "beloved Corps."

Dinner went by quickly, decent steaks helped down by a decent cabernet. She chatted away merrily, and he listened; she listened intently while he spoke of some of the happenings at his corner of Headquarters MARFORRES. He was brand new to the "Puzzle Palace," having left a billet as an XO of a line unit. He bitched a good bit about making calls and writing papers instead of leading Marines; this was to be expected.

"So do anything fun on libo in New Orleans?"

"Nah, mostly stupid stuff. I like the Staff, but the bar thing is getting old. They actually went to Hooters to start on Saturday night. It was painful...if you want to see tits go to a titty bar." Mandy slapped him on the arm playfully, and said mock severity

"Well I don't want you going to any girlie places."

"I blew them off after a little while, explored the French Quarter a bit. There are some super restaurants down there; we should go together sometime. Anyway, in the course of my wanderings I came across a really cool store. They had all kinds of neat little curios, some estate jewelry I think, but also some freaky occult kind of stuff. There was young girl who ran the place, and she had a story for every piece there. " He paused for a moment, and looked at her pensively. "So, then it gets kind of kooky. She put her hand on my arm, and tells me to come with her, because she has just the thing for what I need. I was getting a little uncomfortable because she was pretty hot...not as hot as you though! But it was a little touchier then you get with a customer at 10pm. So she showed me this necklace," here he pulled an ornate necklace from the bag and passed it to Mandy.

She looked at it critically. It had a fairly heavy silver chain, somewhat tarnished, with a dark, deeply green stone (tourmaline?) as big as a robin's egg in the center. Sharp rays of silver came off the central setting. It was ornate, almost garish, but very old, and certainly eye-catching. She would never have picked it for herself, but she was pleased with the gift, really with any gift from Virgil. She undid the clasp, and moved to put the necklace on. "Wait. Listen to the rest. So she pulls me over, and starts to tell me how this is perfect for me and my wife."

"Really? She knows me that well?" she said smiling.

"She said you would like it, and I would like it, because..." He trailed off, and then started again. "She said you would like it because it would 'set right what is wrong' in our marriage. You were made to submit, but are hobbled by pride, I am made to take, but am too gentle." He stared directly at her, and she felt embarrassed and put off. They had many times played with dominance and submission in bed, much more so when they were first married. The shaft hit home.

"I'm not sure I like the idea of you talking to a stranger about our bedroom honey." She realized she had crossed her arms, and undid them deliberately.

"Honey, I didn't say jack about us. She just spilled this whole line on me apropos of nothing. She said some other things to, and it was like she had a window into what drives my train. I gotta tell you honey, it was freaky. Either I'm walking around giving off more vibes than I thought, or she was psychic. She also told me just to put it on you, not too say anything. She said you would thank me later." He stood up and poured himself another glass of wine.

This was a little extra creepy for Mandy. Creepy and sexy, but she didn't want to feel sexy. Besides, it was stupid too.

"Honey, I have heard of people who can do 'cold reads,' like carnival fortune tellers. I think you just got sold a line of bull." Ouch. Why did she say that? It made it sound as if the necklace he bought was worthless. She saw it instantly in his eyes, and stood up and murmured "I'm sorry honey. I didn't mean it that way. The necklace is very nice, I just don't believe in magic. Let me try it on." She moved to put it around her neck, when he said,

"One more thing. The store wasn't that far from billeting, I walked instead of taking a taxi. At chow I ran over, uniform of the day was Charlies so I could go outside, I was thinking about returning the necklace. Honey, the damn store was gone. I am sure I knew where it was, I recognized the restaurant two doors down, but there was an alleyway there now. It reminds me so much of this story I read once..." This was getting ridiculous.

"Virgil!" she snapped. "This is stupid," and snapped the clap of the necklace around her neck.

Oh.

Everything suddenly changed. A shudder passed through Mandy as she looked fully at her husband; it was as if she had been immersed in ice for the briefest second. She felt a wash of desire for Virgil, with a sudden deep and almost crippling shame for what she had just said. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry. I don't know why I said that, please forgive me." She folded into his embrace, melting against the solidity and bulk of his male body. Just holding him now felt like making love after a fight; you felt bad for what had happened but stirred to tremendous passion.

"Mandy." She looked up him adoringly. "Baby, how do you feel right now?"

"Small. Submissive." That word had popped out of nowhere but was accurate. She felt like wax lying against his hot iron, ready to melt to his form. "Hot." His lips molded to hers, and they shared a deep, penetrating kiss in her mouth. His hands roamed freely over her body, cupping her ass and then sliding around to her front. She moaned softly when he touched her through the fabric of her shirt and cotton bra. Her breasts felt super sensitive to his touch, and if he was a bit rough she did not mind. Anything was fine.

He began to open her shirt there in between the kitchen and the dining room; he reached in to cup her breast through her bra. Her nipples had already crinkled into small nubs that he rolled in his fingertips. She let out a small moan when he pulled on her nipples, she moved to encourage and accommodate him. His hand slipped into her bra, he was taking all the time he wanted to explore her, touch her body with complete freedom.

He stopped toying with her long enough to fully undress her. In a few moments she was stripped naked save for her white ankle socks. Her pulled the band from her hair; brown hair tumbled down to past shoulder length.

Virgil backed up for a moment. She stood there under his gaze, making no movement to cover herself. She knew he wanted to see her. Being on display like that should have been embarrassing, was embarrassing. Now all that mattered was: he wanted to drink in her looks, her pretty face, her dark nipples; the roundness of her hips and her long and lean legs.

He stepped forward again and nudged her legs apart with his knee while once again touching her. One hand slid to her mound, and he touched her slit.

She was soaking wet. The penetration of his finger sent flashes of pleasure through her, and she moved forward to cling against him as he worked a second finger into her center. Her mouth formed an "O" as she closed her eyes and bean to grind against his hand. She was working to a climax; he had three fingers in her and she was loving back against him for all she was worth.

He pulled out of her, desperately frustrating her. She said nothing though, she merely kissed him back and continued to hunger for what he consented to give her.

She dutifully stood before her husband, he fully clothed, she nude, and licked his fingers clean of her juices. It seemed superbly erotic to do this; a small performance and service for the benefit of the most important person in the room.

When Mandy was done Virgil bent her over the back of the couch; she supported her chest and crossed arms on the top of the sofa. Her rear was thrust out, and he once again started to play with her. She lay across the sofa in an agony of expectation as his fingers grazed across her backside and groin. He traced his fingers up her inner thighs, barely skimming over her lips, teasing hairs and delicate places. She resisted the urge to move her hips; she stayed where he placed her and let him tease and explore her body at his pace.

His pace was slow. He teased her for what seemed forever, stroking and tickling, coming so close but not really making the contact she needed.

He began to run a finger back and forth on her lips; she parted further under the motion. As his index finger got wetter she felt it slid into her folds; the sensation was luxurious. She wanted to purr as he slowly added a second finger.

Now his fingers pulled out, and began to slip over her ass. An epiphany; she needed to help him penetrate her ass. She reached back with both hands, balancing her chest on the couch. What was he seeing? Her manicured nails and white hands pulling the cheeks of her ass apart, the pucker of her anus, but what did it look like? Mandy made small noises as her husband began to probe her most intimate hole; his finger dipped into her freely lubricating pussy and back to her anus.

A first knuckle, then a second; she gasped as he began to move a finger in and out of her ass. A second finger joined, and to the pleasure of penetration, fullness was added. He slipped the third and fourth fingers of his hand into her sopping cunt, and began to firmly push in and out

She rocked gently in a counter-rhythm to her husband, making small noises of approval, when climax surprised her. She could feel the rippling contractions of her body around his fingers as a mild but still satisfying orgasm went through her.

"Did you like that honey?" he asked with a smirk in his voice.

"Oh yes. Very much." He gently pulled his hand out of her; she winced slightly as he pulled free of the ring of her anus. He turned her around as she straightened, and she wondered if he would make her clean his fingers off again. The thought was repellant but the she knew she would do it in devotion, and that was thrilling.

He did not. Instead he told her "Go upstairs and get that massage oil from my nightstand. Warm it in the microwave. Not too hot though." She held his gaze for a moment and hurried off, exquisitely aware of her nudity and excited by it.

When she came down he was sitting on the couch, facing away from her. She padded into the kitchen; the two minuets spent at the microwave seemed an eternity. What would he do to her now?

Mandy walked in front of Virgil, and made every effort to be graceful as she kneeled in front of him.

He was a fairly big man, but loomed even larger from her vantage at his feet. "Take off my socks." She complied, and felt a rush in the pit of her stomach when he said, "Show me you love me with your mouth on my feet." Delicately she brought one foot to her mouth, and pushed her tongue out to lick the sole and ball of his foot. He squirmed slightly, which pleased her. She moved to his toes, sucking each one into her mouth, very aware that she might soon have his cock between her lips. He had just showered; his feet were clean, and her strongest impression was of servility and obedience. "Take my pants off honey." She did so eagerly, and was gratified to see his throbbing erection. She was proud she realized, proud that she had made her man hard, and excited that he had made her do so. "Put some oil on your hands and rub my cock and balls."

This was exciting; she had touched his manhood many times, but the baldness of sitting in a lit living room and jacking her husband off like a handmaiden or slave was terribly exciting. She was lubricating again as she rubbed warm oil up and down on his shaft, also rubbing some on his balls. He was staring at her, but she had eyes only for his tool. "Jack me off now firmly. Make me come. I have been getting so hard playing with you tonight baby. Show me you love me and want to please me."

Oh, but she did. She desperately wanted to please him. Nothing heretofore in their married life had felt as good as showing him her devotion and obedience. She began to jack him faster, using both hands.

"Do you like this honey?"

"Yea."

"I like doing it, I like holding you like this and getting you off. Come for me baby, come on Virgil, come for me, oh I love you baby."

"Suck me off into your mouth!" Instantly she obeyed, plunging her head down to suck the head of his dick in. It tasted of oil, but she didn't mind. All she could think of was getting her lover, her husband, off in her mouth and loving him. There. He pumped come into her mouth; she could feel his powerful thighs tense under her forearms. She swallowed, and then continued licking and slowly caressing him until he said, "Ease off baby." She looked up at him, thrilled with what she had done as he smiled at her. With deliberation she poked her tongue out to clean up a bit of come at the corner of her lips.

"I liked that. It was...intense."

"It was. Are you turned on right now?"

"Oh yes sweetie. I am soo wet."

"Play with yourself then. I want to watch." So there, at his feet, her head in his lap, she replayed in her mind's eye the scene they had just had, sliding two fingers in and out of her core. She liked having him touch her better, but it helped to know he was watching, that she was performing for him. She built steadily to orgasm, rocking against his legs and panting, almost crying out as she came. Shudders came and passed, and she came down from her height. Without being told she looked up at him, and licked her fingers clean; he nodded in approval.

They went to bed together, he spooned around her.

"That was incredible Virgil. That was the best-"

"Shhh." He stroked her hair for a bit, and soon his breathing grew more and more regular. As she sank down into Lethe, her last thoughts were of the morning, and the necklace.

She woke again in the dark, unsure of the time and confused. Virgil was rolling her over, spreading her legs and touching her without so much as a by-your-leave. She pillowed her head on her arms as her husband began to penetrate her folds. She became aroused and wet quickly; his touch was magic and her desire to be used waxing. Mandy found herself raising her hips up slightly to give him better access, and then hiked herself up when he slid a pillow under her hips.

She snaked one hand under herself and began to frig her clit. Virgil's unannounced taking of her was intensely erotic, as if she were chattel he could do what he liked with. Soon he was probing her ass again, and she gyrated her hips back against him, getting herself open and ready. Then he was filling her cunt; long slow plunges that stoked her desire until he pulled out. She felt his weight settle on her, and she realized he was going to fuck her ass.

Suddenly she wanted this more than she had ever wanted anything. As his cock slowly but inexorably parted her anus and penetrated her, she felt herself willingly relax; she opened for him like a flower. Gone was any tenseness when they had tried this before; she loved and trusted him and had to show him with her body.

Oh God. She was so full now; her awareness had narrowed down to being full and overfull with his cock stuffed inside her. He was taking it easy, going slowly; she began to rock back and forth to help in her sodomy. Her attention had never had this focus before; she was a laser, pointed at the place of their intersection. Without articulating any coherent thoughts in her mind, she knew that she was giving, giving up in the most demonstrative way imaginable to a man.

She was soaking the pillow now, totally on fire as he began to find his rhythm in her backside. Each time he bottomed out in her she thought she would explode. Each time he pulled back the sensation brought her closer to climax.

She felt his right hand try to slide under her hips, and she helped by lifting up. His fingers replaced hers, and as she freely lubricated over them he slid back and forth on her lips. He used one hand by her head to support part of his weight while using the other to play with her. Mandy found herself gripping his wrist with her left hand; his arm was like a pillar over her. He was thrusting into her freely now, and she was pushing back, franticly trying to get as much of him inside her as possible. Suddenly his fingers on her pubis dug in and crushed her ass to his hips and he emptied his spend into her bowels.

"Oh honey, oh honey I love you so much, come in me, come in me..." Her voice trailed off as he collapsed onto her; his left arm curled around her neck to and chest to hug her close to him. She had not climaxed this time, but felt an incredible sense of achievement in pleasuring Virgil. She knew she had done well, and as he rolled off her she curled up against him filled to the brim with love and devotion. She felt special, and cherished; she never wanted to stop feeling this way.

Morning, and wakefulness. Her first thought was of their passion last night; her second, of Virgil next to her asleep. Every man dreamed of a woman so impassioned she woke him with a morning blowjob. Should she slide down and wake him thus? Even as she considered, he stirred next to her and cracked a sleepy smile at her.

"Hi."

"Good morning lover," she said around a smile. Had she ever woken so perky, in such spirits? He pulled her into his embrace, and they lazed for a while in comfortable silence. They chatted for a bit, kissed, and then made slow, slow love. In not too much time she was ready for him; he slid into her warm folds. God, he felt big, as if last night had somehow altered him or her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, urging him into her, they kissed with gentle passion as he wound his fingers in her long hair. She felt him get more excited, and lowered her legs and brought them together, capturing the rest of his cock on her thighs as he pressed in and out, his thighs outside hers. His pace increased, and his climax made him come into her; he was quiet and pressed his head into the pillow, trying not to thrash and knock her head she knew.

How wonderful it felt to have him let loose, she knew he had held nothing back and been free to feel and be felt. Without much conversation they moved to the shower, cleaning up and soaping each other in pleasant care.

She traced her hands across his chest; hot water made rivulets of his body hair. She loved the deep cleft between his pectoral muscles, the strength and solidity of his chest.

They dried and dressed, and he came up behind her as she looked in the mirror. They gazed at each other in the mirror, his arms around her and his chin resting on her shoulder. He smiled broadly, and said,




The Perfect Gift



"It's time to take off the necklace." Her hand flew to the pendant stone.

"I-I don't want to."

"Honey, if you want to put it on again and play, you can. But it is very important that you take it off, be just you. Last night you pleased me greatly; I feel very, very close you right now. You know that sexuality is very important for me, it is my language of love. But it is not the only language we speak, it is not the beginning and end of our marriage. Take it off honey."

She did. What else could she do? Fear laced her thoughts though as she undid the clasp and slipped it off.

Well. Embarrassment, but not so terrible. She blushed, but still met his gaze in the mirror. "How do you feel?" How did she feel? She understood him better she thought now, felt what he meant about being close to her with physical intimacy. She felt an emotional intimacy as well from their free exchange. Still,

"I don't want to talk about it. I feel embarrassed." He nodded, and kissed her cheek.

"But I want to wear it again sometime."



The Perfect Gift



She is a beautiful girl this friend of mine. Not exotic or typical, but an uncommonly obvious, genuine beauty. Tall, fair skinned, long brown hair with the slightest hint of red, thinner than I; but perfectly curved, she has the largest brown eyes that only accentuate her heart shaped face, and those exceptional tits. I love you with the deepest sense of belonging to you, but there is something in me that wants her so much. Not to keep her, but to control. This part of me wants to teach her everything I have learned from you, my great master. 

This intrigues you; I can tell when I mention her name. Making you wonder if your little slave has really truly retained all you have taught her. I speak of her ever so often and we discuss her as we fantasize during our smutty long distance calls. So it's no surprise when my next commandment is: "you have one month to teach her everything. Strip her of all she's ever known about passion, sex, and obedience. Leave her only with the knowledge that you will be her new master. At the end of that month I will come visit you both. Present her to me as you please but know that I will claim her." So I now have until the middle of February to turn this beautiful girl into our little pet. The thought of watching you drive home into that tight little pussy of her, and coming all over her perfect chest makes me clench so hard it begins to become uncomfortable. 

It doesn't take much convincing when I talk to her about it; she is too much of a sexual person. Not slutty mind you, just a natural sensual vibe that permanently moves through her. Though beautiful, and submissive, I wonder if she has ever been properly trained; the way every true good submissive deserves to be controlled. "We will start from the very beginning. It is to be understood from now on that you know nothing about physical pleasures except for what I will be teaching you. Do you understand?" sitting quietly on the edge of my bed she says nothing but hangs her head and nods in agreement. "Good girl. Now stand up and move to the middle of the room so I can properly size you up. I may have agreed to please my master but he has made it very clear that if you don't please me then maybe you're not as enticing as I thought you were and I don't have to train you."

"Yes master." She listens well. I walk around her gliding my hands around the back of her waist all the way up her stomach, along her cleavage poking out of that bright red corset (which is part of her natural attire, not something she has been commanded to wear). I stop to face her but her height (and her love of heels) makes it impossible for me to meet her eyes. I continue circling her feeling her smooth ivory skin over her collar bone, gliding a finger or two along her neck line distracting her with one hand. I let the other trace up the lacing, between her shoulder blades, then finally along the base of her hairline wrapping my fingers deep into her hair gripping at the scalp; bringing her directly to her knees without a second thought. 

She doesn't lift her head or her eyes. "Look at me." No response, so I grip harder. "That wasn't a question girlie; look at me!" she gasps nearly falling over, she tries to regain her balance using her hands to find the floor. She looks up. "Yes I think I would like to train you very much; you may stand." Making sure my new toy is comfortable, we start simple and I tell her to let me know when she is ready to get started. We go to my bed and sit there for a while talking to one another about our day, joking and what not. After about a half an hour or so, she smiles and innocently enough lays her hand on mine. 

"Are you sure that you're ready?" Saying nothing, she nods. I lift her head and lean in to kiss her, but stop just shy and begin running my tongue along her lips just to see how long it will take her to go after it. Her eyes go shut, and her mouth parts and she tilts her head just enough that my mouth will automatically plant on hers. I pull away and her eyes open, almost defeated. Grinning at her "It's about self control my pet. If you're really ready to be under my control you will wait for me to come to you." We play this game a few more times before she finally realizes I wasn't kidding. When she is relaxed and ready I tell her to respond naturally, not to think about what she is doing and I want that to be her only response for everything that may or may not happen.

Placing my lips on hers, parting her mouth with the slight pressure of my tongue. She responds by running her tongue along the underside of mine, as we continue kissing she feels it necessary to place her hands on my back. So I respond with both hands gripped in her hair. Pulling so tight her mouth seems pried open and she is hard pressed to respond at all. "Did I say anything about you touching me?!" Her hands fall to her sides and the rest of her body goes almost limp except for her hips thrusting against mine as I respond by pushing her back on the bed with mine. After I let go of her hair I give her permission to move her hands as she pleases, but is not allowed to travel anywhere on my body other than my back, or my head. Her moans increase and only get louder the deeper and more intense our kissing becomes. 

The next few nights are similar, until she has learned how and when it is, and when it's not okay for her to respond with touch. I keep you informed of her training, and I beg for you to tell me what to do; but you have none of it, telling me she is my responsibility. After a week of kissing and controlled touch, she is permitted to move her hands freely in response as she pleases. Every night starts out similar with teasing and light play. Then, she stops me. "Master I feel there is something I need to tell you... shortly after we began my training I took someone home." Irritated I walk away from her and into the bathroom to calm myself. Moments later I come out and she is still in the same position on the bed, knelt down with her shirt off exposing her blue laced bra, her thigh highs rolled down and her hair a ratted mess.

I walk to her, taking her to my closet by the hair putting her in, shutting the door. The box under my bed and the hooks on the wall are begging to be used. Pulling out a tripod and my camera, I set it up in the corner, opposite the closet so it can view the entire layout of the room and press record. I line up the riding crop, French tickler, cat o nine tails, paddle, wrist and thigh cuffs, and my other whip along the hooks. Leaving the box open on the bed, I change into some vinyl spiked boots, black pencil skirt, fishnets, white button up, and pull my hair back to reveal the thick black collar locked around my neck. I reach for the closet door. "You may come out now." I walk to the chair and take a seat. Timidly, she crept out of the closet closing the door behind her, dropping straight to her knees with her head down. "I'm not sure why I bothered trying to train you. It's obvious you don't want to be here or you would have taken it more seriously. It's a shame too; I think you would have made a good pet for my master. I'm not forcing you to stay here. If you wanted you could've said stop... but you didn't. Now is your chance, there's the door. Do what you want, but know that if you want to stay, until we are done with you; we are the only ones allowed to play with you. You have ten seconds to walk out that door." 

"May I speak master?" I nod as she looks up with only her eyes, never lifting her head. "Please forgive me master, it was a moment of weakness. At the time I wasn't sure how serious this would get, I got excited and drunk, I felt lonely. It won't happen again master, please..." I say nothing just stand and walk up to her stopping at the box pulling out the first item to be used. I wrap the tape around her wrists, tearing it apart with my teeth only so I can get down to her level and lift her chin with my finger. Looking her straight in her eyes telling her without words that this will be the last time she will ever be allowed to pull this kind of shit, and that she is going to pay. I run my fingers along the instruments on the wall, debating the toy I will use next. Grabbing one off the wall stopping behind her bringing my foot up to her back forcing her to catch herself with her hands, putting more pressure on her until her face is pressed against the cold hard laminate floor. 

When I pick up my foot, she does not move at all. I lean down and reach in front of her and rip her shirt completely unbutton bringing it over her head bunched up over her bound hands. I run the riding crop along her back as I walk around her. She is almost perfectly positioned but not quite the way I would like. The riding crop slides between her thighs and her stomach motioning up. She adjusts herself to her knees keeping her face on the floor. "Much better." Her ass now at the perfect angle I run the riding crop between her legs and around her ass, little moans escaping her tiny throat. As I pull it away from her body, I notice the end glistening; she is dripping wet. Knowing the crop is what she desires, I put it back on the wall. Her head is turned so she can see me, and I glance down to see the slight look of disappointment on her face. She stays silent. I return to her back.

CRACK! I smack the whip along her sweet spot. At that she comes hard. I smack her over and over again. "I don't think I told you to come, did I?" she says nothing, only whimpers begging with her eyes. I hit her again. "Answer me." I hit her another time. "Answer me." I hit her hard on her ass allowing her to think I will give her sweet spot relief. I grab her by the ends of her hair wrapping it until my hand is against her scalp and she is up on her knees, and I pull her head back to look up at me. "Look you little bitch, your defiance is only going to hurt you in the end." I hit her with my hand feeling the heat through her skirt. "Did I tell you to come?!" with every second she doesn't answer I strike her.

"No!" I hit her again and give her a look that tells her to complete her sentence. "No master, you didn't." I pull her up to her feet by the hair dragging her to my shackles hanging from the ceiling. I walk over to the camera to better focus on my subject. I untie her, throwing the shirt aside and taking off her bra. Presented in front of me were the most beautiful set of ivory tits I had ever seen. Hearing the click of those shackles excited her, nearly to the point of climax; but she held it off. Bending down, I slip off her skirt, and a blue lace thong to match her bra. Reaching down to grab her stockings, I run them up her legs reattaching them to her garter. Running a finger along the inside of her leg from the bottom up, before I hit her knee I can feel her come dripping from that freshly shaven, precious little pussy. I return with a few more tools and line them up on the bed. 

Teasing her with the tickler, running it down her spine then up and around her stomach up her chest, then down her thighs I tell her "If you learn nothing else, you will learn obedience in every sense of the word. I am not about to present my master a sloppy, selfish slave who thinks it's only about what she wants." She is getting anxious, starting to pull against the restraints; moaning. I learn there is a certain satisfaction unlike any other that comes from leaving someone on the edge but not allowing them to go over. She never lifts her head or tries to adjust the hair out of her face, and at that point I can see she is truly ready to commit.

I unlatch her, toss her clothes at her, and throw a few blankets to her. "You're going to stay here tonight. It seems I can't leave you on your own." She makes her bed at the foot of mine wraps herself in a few blankets whimpering until she finally sleeps. Not long after I can see she is asleep, I crawl into bed and sleep. The next few nights are similar, every night leaving her unfulfilled completely until she has fully submitted. One morning, I wake to her knelt in front of my bed with her head down. 

"I have been waiting for you to wake master. Are you hungry? Would you like something to drink? Would you like anything master?" I get up and walk to the shower stopping half way. "Come on beautiful." Naked; she crawls all the way stopping short of the shower, waiting for my next command. I get undressed and climb into the shower making sure it's warmed up but not to scorch that delicate skin. "You may enter now." Excited, she jumps up and gets in. Without a word, she grabs a cloth and the soap and begins to lather it up. Starting at my feet, she slowly moves her way up my body cleaning me. By the time she is at my chest I pull her all the way up by the hair, bringing her into kiss me I press up against her pinning her between me and the wall. Her hands make their way up the small of my back and into my hair, this time I let her move freely; she's earned it. We stand there under the water consumed with one another for what feels like seconds, until the water starts to turn cold. 

When I exit the shower, she stands there waiting for me to let her out, which I do. She grabs the towel off the rack and immediately starts to dry me. I take another towel and wrap it around her shivering body. "You are able to move freely in this house, but you are not allowed to leave. While I am gone, I want you to clean up your mess, fix the house; our master is coming tomorrow, and I don't want him to think that it's not important to us that he take time out of his life to visit us. Understand?" she nods and thanks me. "I want you to think about what you have learned while you are here. When I get home I want to know what you have come up with." 

Work is long knowing she is there waiting for me. I go through the normal motions, but it is obvious to anyone who knows me that my head is in a whole other place. I stop at the store before going home finding a temporary collar for my masters new toy, should he decide to claim her. When I return home I am pleasantly surprised to find that she is waiting there naked, except for her heels knelt in front of the door. "The house looks wonderful, thank you." I put down the mail and my bag and walk straight to the box putting it away before she has a chance to see it. I walk to my bedpost changing my day collar for my 'at home' collar. She has a hearty dinner ready and hot at the table so as not to be rude I go directly back downstairs to join her for supper. "Tell me about your day." She starts to and then stops herself.

"Master, I busied myself cleaning and taking care of your house. When I had finished I found that I had a lot of time to think about what we discussed before you left. I found that there is more to being a submissive than I first realized. I had no idea it stretched beyond spanking and hair pulling. I mean I knew, but never really experienced any of that. I have been here every night for three weeks now and I have learned that being a slave does not have to mean sexual. You were gone all day, and I was so anxious to hear what my next command would be." She has learned well. "I only have one question to ask you master." 

"What is that?" 

"When are you going to call me your slave?"

"That title is not mine to give you dear. I am only here to train you... When we finish dinner I want you to get your things and go. You will not sleep her e tonight. You will go home, shower, then go immediately to bed. Tomorrow at 11:00 in the morning I want you here, in your blue corset, matching thong, and garter, black stilettos, and a pair of thin, black thigh high stockings. You will wear your black leather coat over it, and nothing else. I want you to look your best, so you may do your hair and make up as you please. No jewelry." When she left I called you to confirm flight schedules and to chat. After a long month of no contact; it was good to hear your voice. I slept very little that night in anticipation of our arrival. 

At 10:59, she pulled into my driveway as instructed, all the way into the garage, closing the door behind her. She made it to the door with two seconds to spare. We walked into my room and set things up just the way you like. All our toys were on the wall the box placed open on the dresser, most of the contents not on the wall are laid out for you. I have hooked up the camera to the downstairs TV. so you can see what we have been up to in your absence. The lights are low in the room and it is slightly colder than I prefer, because you like for me to be a little uncomfortable. I decide to shackle her up and leave her there as I finish getting ready. 

Finally there is a knock at the door, I run down to meet you but in anticipation forget my collar. Wrapping my arms around you planting my lips on yours when we separate you notice it is missing and see it lying on the dinning room table. "Forget something? Go get it." I put it on and wait for you to lock the cold metal leash into the d ring placed precisely in the middle. You lock it in place and seeing that everything is the way you like it to be, you smile. That smile brings me literally to my knees. "It's good to see that in my absence you haven't lost your training." You don't ask about her or even mention her once while we are getting started.

"Master."

"Yes?"

"I have missed you terribly." Your foot pushes my knees apart. You kneel down to my level and slip your hand up to meet my soaking cunt. Pulling your hand away, you bring it to my mouth. Without hesitation I lick it clean. You walk through the house, getting something to drink and making yourself at home pulling my leash as I crawl behind you the whole way. Sitting on the couch, you turn on the television noticing the camera on top. You motion to me and I crawl to turn it on; my leash long enough to allow without having to stray from your grasp. You watch our training sessions while I sit between your legs facing away. Resting my head on your lap I can feel you getting excited with every passing moment when finally, you give a tug on my leash and tell me to lead you to the bedroom. 

I stop short of the door and ask to stand. "May I speak to you freely master?"

"If you must, do it quickly; it's been too long and I don't want to have to wait all night to fuck my little slave." I walk up to the door putting my hand on the knob.

"I just wanted to tell you Happy Valentine's Day master." When I open the door there she is, gagged blindfolded and slightly suspenended in the air by her wrists. "I hope she pleases you master. I have tried to train her and I think she has learned well. Since we have started she has yet to have anyone, or anything inside of her. I did not think that was my place."

He smiles at me before grabbing my hair forcing me to my knees. He leads me to a chair against the wall opposite my bed and tells me to kneel. "Slave, you are free to do as you like when I start with her. But you are not allowed to come unless you are told. Understand?" I nod and smile. You don't keep her there. Unshackling her, taking off the blindfold, and removing the gag, and stripping her of her corset and thong; you pick her up as if she is nothing and throw her on the bed. You get undressed while she waits on all fours on the bed. You get onto the bed and ram into her almost in one smooth motion. Not at all ready for your size, she screams. Quickly though, she adjusts herself and begins rocking back into you. You push her down onto the bed, but she gets up again to push against you. Fucking her harder you push her back down onto the bed. 

She does it again but this time you force her down pulling her ass up higher into you while holding down the small of her back so she is helpless to your powerful fuck. Her groaning gets louder with each thrust. "Come". At that we both fall into deep orgasms and she gets more persistent with bringing you deeper. Gripping into her hair and keeping your elbow in the small of her back you hold her in that position before you start to buck. Its getting harder for you not to come. You fuck her cunt for almost an hour before pulling out of her and flipping her onto her back; coming all over her chest. 




The Perfect Gift



You take a few moments to regain your balance and walk to me. "Clean her up." You take my spot in the chair, and I go over her licking her stomach and then up to her chest, kissing her soft but firm lips from time to time. I get her cleaned as best as I can, I get a cloth and clean you properly. When I am finished, I crawl to your side like an obedient lap dog kneeling at the arm of the chair. "That is all slave girl; you may go.

"Thank you master." She grabs her clothes and leaves. You tug my leash leading me to bed. We crawl in and fall into a deep sleep, but only to recover.



The Perfect Gift



It was the perfect way to celebrate his birthday. Josh loved nothing more than enjoying a good time with friends, and he was everyone's favorite at the office, so it was natural that a group of us would take him out to the local watering hole when that special day rolled around.

I might as well admit that I'd had a huge crush on Josh ever since I came to work at the advertising firm. But it was a secret crush, one that I'd always managed to keep under control, hidden behind a combination of professionalism and harmless office banter. Josh was one of the firm's top-producing executives, and my job was to provide admin support to him and three other executives - Josh being by far my favorite.

There was always just the right blend of respect and banter, and he never demanded the impossible. It didn't hurt that he was also incredibly handsome: mid-40s, tall and athletic, with salt-and-pepper hair and big blue eyes.

I could guess that he found me attractive as well, from the occasional glance he stole when he thought I wasn't looking. Those glances were often towards my perfect breasts, and on more than one occasion I'd felt his eyes on my tight ass as I walked out of the room. Of course, he didn't have to feel bashful about gazing into my big green eyes as we talked, or watching me pull my fingers through my long brown hair.

He was the one who'd hired me, after all, as an intern during my final year of college. In the year or so since, we'd developed an effective working relationship, and I'd even say we'd become friends, but I could tell there was definitely a line he wasn't going to cross, and so I respected that line as well, even though there were many days I left the office hot and bothered, dreaming about what could be.

Anyway, back to the birthday outing. The plan was to close up the office at 5, walk the few blocks to Callahan's, enjoy a few drinks and share stories of Josh the Great, as he'd asked we call him for the evening. Had to be a charming guy to pull that off, right?

"So, Madison, you coming, or what?"

It was Britney who was nagging me to turn off my computer and get out the door. She was the slightly obnoxious 19-year-old receptionist for the firm, who did her job well but had always gotten under my skin for sharing a few too many of her sexual exploits every time we found ourselves in a private conversation.

"Yes, just a sec, here I come."

The walk to Callahan's was a typical Britney experience. "So, Madison, did I tell you about the guy I met last week?"

"Um, no, I don't think so?"

"Well, we met at the gym, and after we both finished our workouts, we totally made out in the locker room."

"Yikes, really? Oh, look, here we are at Callahan's already. Darn, I guess you'll have to tell me the rest another time."

Before Britney could respond, we walked into the pub and were greeted by a round of boisterous hellos from the executives who'd managed to cut out of work early and were already a drink or two ahead of us.

"Hey, Madison," Josh hollered over the din of celebration, "great that you could make it, I was hoping you would help me celebrate my birthday!" Then, as an afterthought, "Oh, hey, Britney."

It was one of the things I'd always appreciated about Josh, that he seemed as unimpressed by Britney's immature behavior as I was.

"Hi, Josh," I greeted him with a hug, then took the lemon drop he offered me. "Aww, how sweet, you remembered!"

"Of course, Madison! A true gentleman always remembers the favorite drink of a beautiful young woman," he said, clinking our glasses together.

I smiled and tried not to blush, responding, "well, happy birthday, Josh! So, if I can ask, how old are you this year, anyway?"

"This year is the big 4-5, if you must know!"

"Wow, do you realize what that means?" I paused, re-thinking the numbers in my head, since I never trusted my ability to do math after a few drinks.

"That I'm another year closer to 50?"

"No, silly, that you're exactly twice as old as me!"

"Hmm, not depressing at all, then!"

"No, really, today is six months from my birthday, I'm exactly 22 ½ today!"

"Wow, that is something." 

His comment was innocuous enough, but I felt his eyes moving over my body as I stood next to him. It was time for me to stretch my legs before I went weak in the knees. I made a point of mingling. There were games of pool to watch, some darts being thrown badly by a pair of drunk guys from accounting, and a few drinks and an hour or so later, I made my way back to the table where Josh was still the center of attention.

Just as I sat down, Britney, who had been off somewhere, no doubt up to something with someone, arrived back at the table, one of the pub's waitresses trailing behind her, carrying something on a tray.

"Hey, everyone, attention please, I'm ready to present Josh with his birthday present!"

"Oh, Britney, you didn't have to get me anything, really!"

"It's just something I thought you'd appreciate - a blow job!"

The table went silent, all eyes on Britney as she dropped to her knees in front of Josh's chair. Her exploits were just famous enough that I think everyone present - especially in our state of collective tipsiness - thought she just might do it. We all let out a sigh of relief when the waitress made clear what Britney meant, by setting the shot glass on the table next to the kneeling slut.

Britney put her hands behind her back, bent to pick up the shot glass in her teeth, and whipped her head back, swallowing all but a bit of the whipped cream, which ended up on her upper lip until she playfully licked it clean with her tongue.

The silence became deafening until Josh finally broke it with his usual unflappability.

"Well, Britney, I have to say, that was probably a bit of a relief for everyone at the table! Really thought you were going to take that all the way for a second there!"

"Aww, come on, that's always been one of my favorite jokes."

I smiled at Josh as he glanced in my direction, obvious relief on his face, and winked at me. As crass as Britney's trick had been, it did turn me on, because I daydreamed that it was me on my knees in front of Josh, taking his cock into my mouth. I excused myself and hurried off to the ladies room to splash a little water on my face.

Dirty thoughts raced through my head as I took a few moments to myself. Should I make a move? Should I just go home? As I looked at myself in the mirror, I noticed that my hardening nipples were visible through the fabric of my blouse, and I could feel the warmth growing between my legs, just at the thought of pursuing something with Josh.

As I walked back into the bar, I noticed that most people from our group had left, leaving only Josh and a few other random guys from the office still sitting at the big table.

"Well, Josh, this was fun! If I'm going to catch the last train, I'd better head out."

"Oh, I can't let you leave here alone. My car's just around the corner, I'd be happy to give you a ride."

"Sure, if it's not too much trouble, that would be great, thanks!"

"No trouble at all," he replied with a smile, and we headed out into the chill night air, my nipples now pressing against my bra even more with the combination of cold and excitement.

"So," I said as we got into his car, "that was quite a stunt Britney pulled, huh?"

"Well, you know Britney, she doesn't always make the best decisions."

Now or never, I told myself. "Yeah, if you're going to offer a guy a blow job on his birthday, it had better be the real thing."

Josh turned to look at me, a serious look that I couldn't read for a moment, as he began to drive. He turned back to look at the road before responding.

"So, are you offering?"

That was enough for me, and I decided to answer with actions rather than words. As Josh continued driving slowly through the quiet late-night streets, I reached over and began stroking his crotch, feeling the bulge grow quickly under my fingers. When he didn't stop me, I used my other hand to unfasten my seatbelt, and positioned myself on my knees so that I could have full access to pleasure him.

I used both hands to quickly unfasten his belt, unzip his slacks, and pull his growing cock out from his boxers. I squealed in delight when I first saw his cock, a perfect eight inches. After stroking him for a few more moments with just my hands, I added my tongue, slowly licking over every inch of his shaft and balls until his skin glistened in the light that filtered into the car from the occasional street light as we drove.

His cock now fully erect, I slowly took him completely into my mouth, stroking and tickling his balls with an irregular rhythm as I began bobbing up and down on his full length. Much to my amazement, he kept driving, although I realized for a fleeting moment that I had no idea where he was taking me.

One hand still on the steering wheel, he used his other to gather my hair into a ponytail, which he clutched firmly, using it to control the speed and depth of my motions up and down on his cock. I did my best not to gag as he held me down on the base of his cock, the end of his shaft reaching well into my throat.

"Good girl," he hissed as he let me up for air. I smiled up at him before he forced me down once again on his cock, this time speeding up my motions. He let go of my hair and I eagerly continued the rhythm, bobbing up and down quickly, one hand on his balls and the other following my mouth up and down on his shaft.

I felt the car turn a few different times, and we went up and down a hill or two, obviously covering some distance, as I wondered again where we were headed. The car jerked just a bit now and then as I brought him closer to his climax, but again I was impressed with his ability to keep driving, as well as his stamina in holding back his orgasm as I gave his cock my expert attention.

After a few more moments, I felt the car make one last turn and come to a stop, and he once again grabbed my hair, in both hands this time, and held me down on his full throbbing length.

"Are you ready, Madison?"

I did my best to answer in the affirmative, mumbling with my mouth full of cock. He pulled my hair tight and I squirmed in pain but kept up my motions, bobbing furiously now, feeling that I was close to bringing him to climax.

"I expect you to swallow, Madison, can you do that for me?"

"Umm hmm...."

He pounded into my mouth a few more times before jerking one last time and shooting a huge load of cum deep into my throat. I gagged a bit but caught my breath and managed to swallow every last drop as he gradually let me up to a vertical position. As I became aware of my surroundings, I could see that we were in an underground parking garage, and looked into his smiling face to ask where we were.

"This is my place, Madison. I think you've earned a visit."

"Sounds good to me!"

We walked to the elevator, and after waiting for the doors to close, he unzipped my jacket and unbuttoned my blouse, his hands reaching for and firmly kneading my breasts. I arched my back and sighed, letting my weight fall against his body, until he encouraged me to stand up again as the elevator doors opened.

He motioned for me to leave the elevator first, and I peeked out bashfully, fearful that someone might see me with my blouse unbuttoned, but it was soon obvious that he lived in a building with just one condo per floor, so we were entirely alone. I walked towards that door with him following, then stepped aside so he could let me in.

"Now, Madison," he said as he led me to his master bedroom which was dramatically filled with a king bed that was reflected in mirrors on each side of the room, "your nice birthday gift has earned you a reward."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, and if you can do one more thing for me, we'll determine the exact nature of your reward."

"And what's that?"

"Strip for me."

"My pleasure," I replied, my hands immediately starting their work as he settled on the bed to watch me. I removed my already unbuttoned blouse and tossed it to the floor while I stepped out of my heels. Next to go was my business professional skirt, which I unzipped and allowed to fall to the floor.

"Ah, very good, Madison. Without even knowing the rule, you've followed it."

"The rule?"

"My rule about matching undergarments."

"But of course."

I stood before him, my hands moving over my body, as he took in the vision - I was naked except for the silky, kelly green bra and panties with lacy trim. They were my favorite, but it was sheer luck that I'd worn them on this particular day. The color of the fabric brought out the bright green of my eyes, and always made me feel particularly sexy.

"So, Josh, what's my reward?"

"Come here, and you'll find out."

He motioned for me to join him on the bed, and I watched as he quickly pulled off his clothes and tossed them aside. We met at the middle of the bed, both on our knees, and he reached behind my back to unhook my bra, freeing my perfect tits, which he quickly pulled into his hands, and then his mouth.

I arched my back once again, sighing in pleasure as he licked and nibbled on my nipples. He gradually eased me down onto the bed and slowly shifted his focus from my breasts to my pussy, his hands first stroking me through my panties and then removing them for closer access. 

"Ah, so this is Madison Avenue," he said as he licked slowly from my belly down to my clit.

I couldn't help but laugh at his silly line, but before long, my laughter was replaced by moans of pleasure. As I wriggled beneath him, Josh began licking from my clit to my pussy in slow, regular motions, keeping this up for a few minutes before inserting a few of his big, strong fingers deep inside.

I could easily have cum right then and there, but he seemed to know just when to back off in speed and intensity, bringing me down once again before he changed our positions. I opened my eyes to find him lying on his back next to me, and motioning for me to climb on top of his once-again erect cock.

I eagerly climbed on top of him and was about to lower myself down on his big, hard cock, when he tapped my arm with his finger and pointed towards the mirror on the wall. I had nearly forgotten about the mirrors, and when I looked into it, was surprised how much it turned me on to see myself in this position.

I smiled back at him, and he watched me as I watched myself lower down onto him, crying out at the sensation as he filled me. He grabbed my breasts in his hands, praising their perfection as I began to ride up and down on him, my pussy clenching his cock tightly as I gradually increased my pace. 

For a few minutes, I looked back into his eyes as I moved, but then once again, as his hands shifted from my breasts to my hips, looked back at myself in the mirror. Just as I was once again approaching orgasm, he slowed my motions by squeezing my hips firmly and holding me down, his cock completely inside of me.

I moaned and squirmed, eager for him to let me reach release, but he instead shifted our position once again, climbing out from under me, flipping me over onto my knees, and then pounding into me from behind, doggy style. In the last moment of self-control I had before he quickly pushed me to orgasm, I shifted our position just slightly so that I could get the perfect view in the mirror as he slammed into me from behind.

A few moments more in this position was all I could stand, the deeper penetration quickly bringing me to climax, and he heightened the pleasure to something I'd never before experienced by slapping my ass firmly several times while I was cumming.

As I regained my awareness, I realized that Josh was still moving inside of me, his cock still hard, still waiting to cum. Since he had brought me to the most amazing orgasm of my life, I was determined to bring him more pleasure, and reached between my legs to fondle his balls as he pressed in and out of me.

"Oh, god, yes, Madison. Just like that, I'm going to cum!"

He picked up his pace, pounding in and out of my dripping wet, incredibly sensitive pussy for a few minutes more, until I finally felt him jerk and fill me with his cum. He collapsed to the bed next to me, and I cuddled in his arms.

"Now that's what I call a nice birthday gift," he whispered into my ear.

"Perhaps we should plan a repeat performance on my 23rd in six months?"

"Oh, most definitely."



The Perfect Gift



The room filled with the sound of fake acrylic fingernails hammering away at computer keyboards as the smell of stale coffee lay thick in the air. The chain gang of female data entry specialists ferociously shuffled through their last bit of Friday assignments with hopes of avoiding working not even one minute past 5:00PM. As for me, I was in no rush to start my uneventfully weekend. Let's see.... first I'll get home, clean up after the kids and dread another night of "I Wish I Could Disappear Sex" with my husband..." How exactly did I end up here? I'm fairly good looking, I have a golden personality and I'm smart. I'm in a dead end job that I hate, not much of a social life outside of meaningless random conversations with co-workers and a dead end marriage that is sexually unfulfilling. This couldn't be all life has to offer?

Lost in deep depressive thought, I hadn't even noticed 5 o'clock had swiftly come. Laura to my left and Amy to my right hastily gathered there purses and half eaten lunches and bolted to the elevator with hopes of being the first out of the building. As I watched the room of women get up from their cubicles on by one and collectively pour out of the room and convene at the elevator, I inhaled deeply with an attempt to exhale the now overwhelming sense of aggravation mounting in my chest. I glanced down at my desk at the remaining three assignments and reluctantly continued to work. I suddenly realized my clambering keyboard was not alone in its song of clatter. I raised my head and looked over my gray cubicle wall scanning the room for any fellow Friday stragglers. My eyes rested on cubicle 17, Jessica Madden. Jessica was a mother a three, married for 7 years and working at Us Data Firm for the past 3 years. Her life was just as dull as mine so I wasn't surprised we were the only two working past 5 o'clock this Friday, two weeks before Christmas.

Wrapping up my last assignment as the clock rolled over to 6:30PM, I looked up just to catch a glimpse of Jessica exiting the room. In no rush at all I turned off my computer and gather my purse and coat. I stood at the elevator wrecking my brain for a reason not to go immediately home. Maybe I'll do so Christmas shopping before heading in.

***

Once outside the building I strolled down the snow covered sidewalks clinching the neck of my wool overcoat as the frigid winds whipped through my torn pantyhose and wrapped its claws around my golden brown thighs. To escape the wrath of the cold winter night I ducked into the first retail store I saw that still boar an open sign. Once inside I took a minute to bask in the beauty of the stores heat. The racks were stocked with an array of women's intimate wear. Of all places to randomly fall into, I came into the one store that I have no use for. My husband doesn't even look at me getting out the shower anymore in a longing manner let alone wanting to see me in any of this stuff. The store was absent of costumers and it appeared that the cashier was the only other person in the store. Hoping to not bring attention to myself I began to shuffle through the racks pretending to be interested in their contents.

"Can I help you with something?" A smooth masculine voice projected over my right shoulder. I swirled around brushing my chin on the scratchy collar of my wool overcoat. Before me stood a male with smooth velvet mocha skin, deep coco brown eyes and well-manicured facial hair. Realizing several seconds had gone by without a response I abruptly cleared my throat in an effort to disguise my amazement at the beauty that stood before me. It was only then I was able to reactivate my ability to speak.

"Um, I'm just browsing, thanks."

"Maybe if I knew what look you were going for I could make your shopping experience a little less stressful." A smile crept across his perfected face as I focused my attention on the items on the rack to my right to divert his attention away from the blushing sensation sweeping over my face.

"I'm looking for something that will improve my relationship." Did I just say that? To a complete stranger that is.

"How long has your relationship been in the state of needing to be improved?"

"About two years." Has it really gotten this bad where I'm confiding in a complete stranger, obviously so.

"I have just the thing for you, but I need you to trust me."

I looked up from the assortment of silk and lace in wonderment. I was almost afraid of what he would say next.

"Do you trust me?"

"I don't know you."

"Do you trust me?" He repeated.

Before I could survey my thoughts to compose my answer my lips involuntarily blurted out, "Yes".

He made his way over to the store's front door and locked it simultaneously turning over the open sign to alert passing pedestrians that the store was now closed.

"Okay I don't feel comfortable with this." I said with a signature of fear in my voice. He advanced in my direction as my entire body stiffened in defense mode.

"Nothing will happen here that you don't want to happen. I just want to offer an experience instead of just selling you a piece of material. If it doesn't improve your situation, I will personal buy you something out of my own store." Confidence leaped from each word he uttered as my tensed core relaxed. His hand reached up and released the top bottom of my overcoat. My heart pounded as the collage of invisible "No" and "Yes", caption bubbles floated over my head.

"I'm married." I breathed out these words trying to validly argue against what I truly wanted him to do.

"I know that, and after you leave here I promise that you and your husband will be grateful this Christmas season."

There goes the second button, and the third and the last. Upon revealing my red blouse and pleated black skirt, Mr. Nameless wrapped his warm hands around my waist and motioned me to follow him into the storage room behind the cashier's desk.

"Um, I have to at least know your name." I said, still unsure of what I was about to allow happen here.

"You can just call me, Santa." His mischievously, sexy smile melted the remaining chill on my skin from the winter's night. Mr. Santa slowly brushed my overcoat from my shoulders as it fell to the stock room floor. The room was full of boxes labeled with lingerie style numbers, sizes and colors. To regain my attention Mr. Santa moved angelically towards me, demanding my consistent eye contact. His nose and lips were just a breath away from mine. I could smell a trace of peppermint. The undisturbed gaze was surprisingly comforting. In the middle of the sweet gaze Mr. Santa shifted his head slightly to the right and introduced his lips to mine sliding his moist tongue between my lips. Both of our mouths engaged in a sensuous dance of pleasure. He lifted me from feet and encouraged me to wrap me curvaceous legs around his rather small but toned waist. As he lowered me to the cold concrete floor I immediately remembered my torn pantyhose and my legs stiffened with embarrassment. Sensing my shame, Mr. Santa gripped my pantyhose at each thigh and aggressively tore them from my body. Surprisingly the slight sting of the nylon braking away from my golden legs excited me. My clit began to pulsate with desire and anticipation. This perfect sight of masculinity hovered over me and I was speechless. He started biting off each of the buttons of my blouse and it didn't dawn on me to mind. I couldn't help but thank the heavens that I had taking the time this morning to put on matching bra and panties. 

"My purpose is to fulfill you. Once you know how it fills to be ultimately fulfilled, you will take it upon yourself to make sure that happens every time you have sex." His words poured from his perfect lips like a dream. How was I supposed to respond to that? I'd never sexually been in a position of control. Usually I would just let sex happen to me instead taking what I wanted from it. Mr. Santa stood in front of me and unhurriedly stripped himself of his clothing. His more than stellar form cast beautiful shadows on the gray walls. I marveled at his chiseled physique while my heart pounded anxiously in my chest. He reached over to retrieve a silver box cutter from the shelf to his right and kneeled in front of me. Before I could even think to be afraid of what he was going to do next, he majestically began kissing my inner thigh and swiftly cut each side of my black Victoria Secret bikini panties. Victoria was something I did for myself in an attempt to feel sexy. Needless to say my husband never noticed my efforts.

Mr. Santa wasted no time in cutting open my matching bra. My exposed flesh vibrated with yearning. He engulfed his face in my supple breast and lapped at my mounds of femininity. I unexpectedly let out a moaning whimper. 

"That's what I wanna hear, be as loud as you want to be." With that being said I decided to take his advice and allowed the natural volume of sounds erupt from larynges. As his feast on my breast continued, Mr. Santa gently parted my vagina lips with his fingers and carefully inserted one. He probed my inside until he had located my G spot. He vigorously stroked my swelled button applying slight pressure provoking a mounting stream of liquid ecstasy to release from my body.

Oh shit! What the fuck is happening to me? Before I could think to control my vocal expression, my lips parted and my true emotions spilled out.

"Shit! Fuck!" This was followed by a collection of screams and moans. He removed his hand from my wet pussy, held open my legs and dove in face first to gather my juices in his mouth. He sucked, slurped and gulped making sure he did not waste a bit of my multiple climax droplets. My back arched with pleasure as the chorus of moans and obscenities bellowed from my mouth. He resurfaced with traces of me dripping from his tailored beard. Licking his lips with an expression of glee on his face ignited a girlish laugh in my being. Just when I thought Mr. Santa had taken me to the ultimate edge of erotica he grabbed my legs and pulled my still throbbing pussy to his engorged penis. I panted anticipating his entry. With no effort at all Mr. Santa slid his well-endowed member into my eager opening instigating a flutter of butterflies in my stomach as I gasped at the suddenly explosion of pleasure sensors throughout my entire body. I once again erupted with an assortment of yelps, sighs and moans as he meticulously glided himself in and out of me discovering parts of me I never knew existed. With every thrust I could feel my juices multiple and my orgasms build in number. Before I could recover from the previous orgasm he would twist and thrust his hips sending me on a wave to my next one. I racked my nails down his rippled chest unable to control the involuntarily physical attempt to cope with the intense sexual frenzy I was experiencing. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Mr. Santa slightly lifted my hips and pounded his dick in and out of my grateful pussy in a rapidly rhythmic pace. Our slapping skin joined our duet of moans, grunts, screams and groans. He reached down and caressed my clit as his pounding continued. My body quivered uncontrollably as I felt every fiber of my being implode and explode. 

"Shit!" I let out unapologetically. Mr. Santa pulled himself from my swollen womanhood and unloaded his sweet serum on my now vibrating stomach. He snatched a plastic wrapped silk nighty from a nearby box and wiped my stomach clean of his passionate shower. He then tied a knot in my button-less blouse and helped me to my feet. I ruffled my fingers through my hair hoping to rectify my knowingly unkempt appearance Mr. Santa gathered his clothes and dressed in silence as my legs continued to tremble. Once fully clothed, he retrieved my overcoat from the floor an assisted me in bundling up for the frigid outside air. His sincere hands cuffed my face as he stared deeply into my eyes.

"Now go home and fuck the shit out your husband." 

***

The living room light was still on by the time I'd arrived home signifying my husband was waiting up for me. I hadn't even noticed it was already 8:35PM. The wooden door creaked open with the turn of my key. My husband lay motionless between this world and the next. The close of the door startled him bring him back to the earthly realm.

"Where you been?" My husband said in a groggy "I was almost sleep" tone of voice.

"I just went window shopping for Christmas gifts. How are the kids, did everyone one do their homework," I engaged him in an effort to maintain eye contact with hopes of making it to the bathroom before he would notice I wasn't wearing the pantyhose I left home wearing this morning.

"Let me freshen up a bit it's been a long day." Did I wait to hear the answer to my initial question? No I didn't, damn hope he didn't notice. I quickly showered and wrapped myself in my fluffy white Ralph Lauren towel. Immerging from the steam filled bathroom to the slightly cool air of our room, my husband sat noticeably disturbed at the edge of the bed.

"Well, did you see anything you liked?" He asked trying to control his mounting annoyance. I let my towel fall to the floor.

"What are you doing?" Astonished at my bold and vulgar statement he had no idea how to react.

"I want you to fuck the shit out of me." Was I really saying this? With confident force I pushed him back on the bed and aggressively tugged at his weathered boxers exposing his now rock hard penis and mounted him. That night we made love like we were new to each other. The giving and receiving of pleasure was the most exhilarating experience we had had in years. I couldn't be more thankful to "Mr. Santa", whoever he was. I'm pretty sure my husband would've loved to have thanked him as well, had he known he was the spark to this now reignited flame. That weekend was filled with one freaky episode after another at our residence.

***

My overcoat swayed with the pep in my stride that Monday morning. My face gleamed with joy and my aura exuding self-assurance. As I walked in the Us Data building every eye fell on me glittering green with envy unbeknownst to them the reason for the new flare in my stride. Grinning from ear to ear while waiting on the elevator to carry me and my fellow co-worker to yet another minimum eight hour shift, I stuck my hands in my pocket to discover a laminated business card. It read:

Forbidden Intimate Wear

918 Wayne Way

I flipped the card over and it read:

"When a piece of fabric isn't enough, ask for Santa."

I quickly tucked the card back into my pocket hoping no peering eyes were fixed over my shoulder to read the cards contents. Chuckling aloud the ding of the elevator door muffled my seemingly unprovoked girlish laughter. By that time approximately 7 of my fellow data entry specialists had pulled in close to each other to prepare the loading of the elevator. Seconds later we spilled into the cubicle filled room each making our way to our desk. Bouncing to my cubicle to my own sweet melody of happiness in my head, I realized Mrs. Jessica Madden had made it to work early and had already had that recognizable life dreading look on her face. I reached out my hand over her cubicle wall and handed her the business card out of my pocket.

"Merry Christmas Jessica. Take it from me, it's the perfect gift." The spirit a holiday cheer rang through my voice.

"Thank you, I don't know what it is but thank you." She fully examined the card wondering what the gift was.

"You can thank me now, but you'll really be thanking me later."



The Perfect Gift Ch. 01



I swear...it all started as a joke! I never expected things to go the way they did. Not that I mind. It's just...crazy, I guess. First let me tell you about myself. I'm a 38 year old single mom. I have one son who is 19 and in his first year of college. I've never been married. I do date now and then. But frankly, being a single mom never left a whole lot of time for other relationships. I guess I'd describe myself as a reasonably good looking woman. I have long brown hair and brown eyes. When most people guess my age, they usually guess about 10 years younger than I am. I'm an avid runner. I run 20 to 30 miles a week and do a couple exercise classes. So I'm in good shape. I've always considered myself a low-maintenance woman. I love the outdoors. My son and I have always enjoyed camping, hiking and backpacking together. My ideal first date would be some physical activity outdoors.

My relationship with my son has always been good. My parents were very closed off and I always swore I'd model my parenting skills by doing the opposite of them. So far, it's worked well! Tyler and I have always been close and very open with each other. We can talk about anything and we trust each other enough to be honest with each other. A lot of my friends are jealous of our relationship. They can't even imagine being able to have frank and open discussions with their kids. OK...enough boring background. But I'm just trying to set the stage on how something like this could happen. It was a few weeks before Christmas. I'd already bought his big presents but I wanted to find a stocking stuffer or two. I had the idea of getting him a flashlight for camping. It seems like every time we go camping or backpacking, he always ends up stealing mine because he forgot his! So I went to ever-popular Google to do a search and find a good one. I guess my typing was off... I accidentally typed fleshlight. Not flashlight. Ha ha...oops! That's not a flashlight! 

Hmm... I wonder what it is, though. I clicked on the link. Wow! I knew they had sex toys for guys but I'd never actually seen one. This looked interesting. If you've never seen one, it's shaped like a flashlight but the end of it is an insert that looks and (supposedly) feels like a pussy. Maybe it was the wine with dinner or just my weird sense of humor. But I got the idea in my head how funny it would be to see the look on his face if he opened THAT on Christmas morning! Acting on impulse, I placed my order!

So here we are on Christmas morning, going through our usual routine. Tyler and I open our gifts to each other. Then we'll get dressed and head over to my parents' house to spend the rest of Christmas day with all the relatives. He loved the guitar stand and the coffee maker for his dorm room. I ooh'ed and ah'ed over the running clothes and earrings he got for me. Then I could barely suppress my giggles as I handed him the last gift. I had cleverly transferred the Fleshlight and lube into a shoebox so he wouldn't know what it was. 

He opened the box. Stopped and stared for a minute. I could read the "what the hell?" going through his head. He took it out of the box and then gaped at it with his eyes almost falling out of his head! Peals of laughter rolled out of me as he said "I think I got someone else's present here!" Giggling furiously, I explained what had happened with the spelling error on Google and we shared a good laugh over it. 

"I can't believe you actually went ahead and bought it!" he said with a laugh.

"Well, consider it an emergency kit for school when you're too busy studying to go out," I said.

I wasn't entirely sure what he'd do with it. Would he throw it out? Would he at least give it a try? I have to admit... never having seen a guy's sex toy in real life, I was very intrigued. 

Just as a side note... I should tell you my views on masturbation tend to be on the liberal side. As far as I'm concerned, it's completely normal for people to enjoy a little self-pleasure. Let's face it. 99 out of 100 people masturbate. The other person lies about it. I know Tyler masturbates and he knows I do. Yes, we've accidentally seen each other on more than one occasion. It's usually from a door not closed properly or one of us coming home before the other expected. People make too big a deal out of it sometimes. 

A few days after Christmas, I was chatting with an online friend. I had told her about the joke gift and she thought it was hilarious too. 

"Has he tried it yet?" she asked.

"I don't know. Think I should ask him? Ha ha!"

"Yes, you should! Tell him you want to know if he really liked the gift or if you should send it back."

Hmm... thanks for planting that seed! Have you ever had a thought that just won't go away? All day long it was eating at me. I wonder if he'd tried it. The videos on the website looked pretty hot. I wonder what it would be like to see him...watch just a little...

When I got home, Tyler was out. The note on the counter said he was going over to a friend's house. Convenient! I went down to his bedroom. The Fleshlight was sitting on the shelf next to his bed. Well well well... there seems to be some lube missing! I picked up the Fleshlight and checked it out. I took a peeked inside. Nope...all clean. 

Later that night, Tyler came home and sat down next to me on the couch. We talked for a while about our day and what was going on. Finally, with a smile I asked him, "So...have you tried it yet?"

"Tried what?" he asked with a confused look on his face.

"Oh come on! The Fleshlight! Did it work?" 

He laughed, "Geez, don't you have any boundaries?" But he said it with a smile so I knew he wasn't really bothered.

"Hey, I spent a lot of money on it! I could probably still get my money back if you really don't want it."

His face turned a little pink. "I didn't say I didn't want it."

"Really? So it really works ok?"

"Ha ha...yeah, it works ok."

"Ok...well, you know if you need more lube, we can order it online."

"Awkward, mom."

"I'm just saying...that's all."

"Yeah, well I think if I run out, I can always raid your little toy drawer."

"Oh, so much for boundaries!" I have to admit... the fact that he knows what's in my toy drawer gave me a little tingle!

The next day, I told my friend about the discussion. "That's so cool! Come on, admit it! Wouldn't you love to watch him using it?" I admitted I couldn't stop thinking about it. But I didn't think he'd ever go for it. 

"Oh, Ann, are you kidding? You're a sexy woman! He probably fantasizes about you whenever he uses it!"

She finally had me convinced. Maybe he just needed more encouragement. So I started to do things around the house to encourage him. Constantly hugging him, snuggling up when we watched TV. I usually lounge around the house in a tee shirt and panties. Now I made sure my tee shirts were nice and tight...showing off my nipples. 

I started lying on the floor while he was sitting on the couch behind me. I made sure my tee rode up enough to give him a nice view of my butt. I'd turn to talk to him and every time I did, my panties would creep further between my cheeks. Then I'd lie back down and reach back. Slowly pull my panties out of my butt. By the third or fourth time, I could feel my panties getting soaked.

Afterward, I'd go to my bedroom and masturbate furiously. I'd leave my door open...just hoping he'd hear or maybe even come watch. 

Each day, I'd check his dresser drawer where he was keeping the Fleshlight and lube. I was so excited that the level was going down! But the end of his break was coming soon. We only had two days. I had to do something. And then it hit me. Smiling to myself, I took the lube and hid it in my room. There...now he'll have to say something, right?

That night, we were both sitting on the couch watching TV. He was in a tee and boxers and I was in my usual tee and panties. I swung my legs up and stretched out onto the couch, letting my tee ride up and show off the light grey bikini panties I was wearing. My feet were resting on his thigh. He knows me well enough to know what I was hoping for. He smiled at me and I didn't even have to ask as he started to massage my feet and calves. 

Oh my god... had it ever felt this good before? He kept glancing down between my legs. I swear my nipples were just about tearing through my tee. Every once in a while, he'd adjust my foot a little and I'd feel it press against something long and hard. My heart was racing. He cleared his throat a little.

"So...are you going to give it back before I leave on Sunday?" At first, I honestly didn't even understand what he meant. 

"Give what back?"

"You know...my lube."

"Oh...it's missing?"

He had a smirk on his face. "Yeah, right. You have no idea, huh?"

I smiled. "Maybe you just used it all up and forgot."

He laughed. "I think you know I didn't and you just want to embarrass me by making me ask for it back!"

"Maybe I just wanted to find out if you really used it or were bored with it."

He blushed a little. "Well, it'd be rude if I didn't use a gift you gave me, wouldn't it?"

"Well, I wasn't sure. They make different sizes. Maybe it's not the right size."

"Trust me...it's the right size."

My smiled widened. "I don't know...maybe you should prove it."

"Are you serious?"

Now it was my turn to blush. "What if I am?"

"I don't know. Why do you want to see it so bad?"

By this time, my legs had spread a little bit apart. My foot was resting against his erection.

"I've never seen a guy use a toy before. I'm just curious, that's all"

He smiled at me. "You haven't heard of Youtube?"

I laughed. "That's not the same thing! I don't want to see some video of some random guy.

He was looking at me...not saying anything. I could see the gears turning in his head.

I said "It's not like it would be the first time we've seen each other doing that, right?"

"Yeah, but this is different" he said. "This isn't just walking by and accidentally seeing something."

"I know! It'll be better!"

He laughed again. "I'll think about it"

I scooted over to him, almost climbing into his lap. I hugged him and gave him a big smooch on the cheek. I pretended I couldn't feel his hard cock under my leg or how I was crushing my breasts against him. 

"Thank you for at least thinking about it!"

to be continued 



The Perfect Gift Ch. 02



I woke up the next morning in my usual Saturday morning way. No blaring alarm clock. Just slowing slowly waking up, letting my thoughts wander wherever they cared to wander. I was so toasty warm, curled up under my nice heavy quilt. My mind wandered back to last night. Did I dream it? I didn't really actually ask Tyler to give me a demonstration, right? Right??? I laughed at myself. 

This is what I get for not dating enough. What would my friends say if they knew? My straight-laced uptight prim and proper friends? Then again, aren't they the ones always complaining about how boring their sex lives were? 

My mind wandered back again to last night. How Tyler's hands had felt massaging my feet and calves. My heart quickened a little as I thought about his fingers pressing against my feet...rubbing away the tension. My hand drifted over my thigh, sliding up and down. I squirmed under the covers, closing my eyes and playing the night over in my mind.

My nipples tightened as they grazed along the bed sheet as I stretched out. I rolled over onto my tummy, my hand trapped under my leg. My other hand slid up and cupped my breast....squeezing a little. A deep breath escaped my lips. I kept seeing him in my mind. The way he kept glancing and peeking at me last night. My hand slid over to my other breast...tugging my other nipple. I should have done this last night when he was looking at my nipples trying to tear through my tee shirt. 

My other hand slid further up my leg...moving over into the center. I slid it between my legs, gently rubbing it over my mound. I squirmed against my hand...grinding slowly. I thought about how Tyler had looked down at my panties. My middle finger parted my lips... releasing the moisture trapped inside. How would he have reacted if I'd done this? My finger slid into my wetness and pressed against my clit. I squirmed and grinded harder. My gasps for air becoming deeper and longer. 

I started thinking about how I'd felt his hardness against my leg. God...so close but so far away. My index finger joined my middle finger now. The wet sounds of my pussy escaped from under the quilt. I was losing myself... fingering myself faster and faster. My hips raised and lowered...faster and faster. I couldn't hold back the sounds, my deep breaths turning into tiny moans. I could feel it coming. Building up. My fingers sliding so deep, my palm crushing against my clit. 

I buried my face in my pillow...my eyes squeezed shut. And finally it was there. The rush of blood...the tingles turning into waves. I felt my pussy squeezing and pulsing against my fingers. A long groan bursting from me as my orgasm made every muscle in my body go rigid. And as I rode the wave, lost in myself, a sound pushed through. A tapping. With a little gasp my eyes popped open to see Tyler at my bedroom door. 

"Good morning." He said with a big smile. "I was going to ask if you wanted bacon and eggs for breakfast."

I blushed and gave a nervous laugh. "Um...sure! I'll be out in a minute."

He laughed at my embarrassment. "Unless you need to change your sheets now."

I sat up and threw my pillow at him with a laugh. It never even crossed my mind that the quilt and sheets were now pooled at my waist. His eyes were locked somewhere below my chin as he tossed my pillow back. "OK...I'll start breakfast" he said with a grin.

I hopped out of bed still smiling and glowing. I wondered how long he had stood at the door watching. I hope a long time. I opened my panty drawer in my dresser. Biting my lip, I hesitated for a quick second and grabbed a pale yellow thong and slipped it on. Then I opened the next drawer down and picked out a tee shirt to throw on. Giving it another thought, I bypassed the cotton tees and reached for a tee made out of wicking material. You know the type...thinner and lighter than cotton. It was almost but not quite long enough to cover my butt. I twisted sideways as I looked in the mirror. Perfect! My cheeks were peeking out just enough to tantalize him.

I walked into the kitchen. Tyler was at the stove cooking our breakfast. I couldn't help noticing his eyes moving down my body and then back up to my eyes. "Thank you for making breakfast!" I told him. 

"That's ok," he said. "After tomorrow, you're on your own again."

I playfully gave him a glare. "I think you have a few more meals to cook before we're even!"

I walked over to the coffee maker next to him. I opened the cupboard and reached for a cup, stretching up a little on my tiptoes. When I turned to the coffee maker, I caught his eyes popping back up. Apparently, he'd noticed how short my top was. I felt my heart skip a little and as I sipped my coffee, noticed how much my nipples showed. It was starting to feel a little warm in the kitchen. 

As Tyler worked his magic at the stove (he really is an excellent cook when he puts his mind to it), I helped out by setting the table. We chatted as we got everything ready. He followed my every move. Reaching for dishes, bending over to set the table, reaching into the refrigerator for juice and butter. Every time I walked by him, I'd trail my hand over his shoulders or arms. My tummy was full of butterflies. All my nerves were extra sensitive. I could feel my thong starting to tighten and stick to my ever-moistening lips.

"So I suppose you're going out with the guys tonight?" I asked him over breakfast.

"No, everyone else already headed back to school." 

"Great! So you're not dumping me tonight?" I asked.

"Nope...you're stuck with me for one more night."

"I think it would be nice if you took your mom out for dinner," I told him with a smile.

"OK...How about Mangiamo's?" he asked me. "It's my treat."

"That's really sweet, Tyler. But it's so expensive. You don't have to do that. We can go somewhere cheaper," I told him.

"I know we can. But I want to take you someplace special."

"Well, if you insist..." I said with a big smile. "It's a date!"

Later that afternoon, I spent more than a few minutes going through my closet. It was crazy. I was going out to dinner with my son. It was no different than the hundreds of other times we've gone out to dinner. Let's face it. Restaurants are God's gift to busy parents! So why was I acting like this? I laughed at myself acting like a silly high school girl on a first date. My fingers moved down the line of hangers... too summery...too old-maidish...god, what was I thinking when I bought that one? Then I found it. "Perfect!" I thought with a little smile. I pulled the black lacey dress off its hanger. I hoped it still fit. 

Then I stepped to my lingerie drawer. At least this would be an easy pick. I dug through my lingerie, finding the bra and panty set I'd bought specifically for the dress. I slipped on the black sheer thong. My little patch of fur showed nicely through. I couldn't resist taking my time adjusting the thong. My finger slipped between it and my pussy. My finger slid so easily along the smooth and slightly moist lips. I shuddered a little.

"Don't start that now, Ann!" I scolded myself. "You're going to be late!"

I slipped the matching black lace bra on, only playing with my nipples momentarily. My hands were shaking a little. Then I shimmied into the dress. Thank God I'd been keeping up on my running or I'd never fit into it. 

"Mom!" I heard Tyler shout from the kitchen. "Are you almost ready? We're going to be late!"

"I'm coming!" I called back. I rushed back to my closet and slid on my black 4 inch heels. Thinking to myself, "I'm going to break my neck if it's slippery out!"

When I walked out of the bedroom, I saw Tyler standing at the kitchen island waiting impatiently. But when he saw me, his eyes widened. His eyes drank in my outfit. He gazed at the three quarter length lace sleeves. Then his eyes slid up my arms and along the lacey top. Then down...taking in how the dress clung to my body like a second skin. He looked down further until he found the hem of the dress not even halfway down my thighs. Finally down to the heels and then back up. 

I could feel my nipples pushing and trying to escape their prison called a bra. God, he was so handsome. He was wearing his tan sweater that shows off his broad shoulders and flat tummy. His black dress pants perfectly creased and ironed. I almost giggled as the little voice in my head said Why is he bringing a roll of quarters to dinner?

I felt a blush flow into my cheeks as he stared and said "Wow...you look incredible!"

"I can't show up at Mangiamo's in jeans, can I? You look pretty incredible yourself."

He helped me on with my coat and we walked out to the car. He opened my door for me and I sat down in the passenger seat. My dress was so tight, I could barely move and I felt it creep up what little distance it could. As Tyler walked around the car to the driver's door, I took a second to tug it down just enough so I wasn't completely flashing him.

I know a lot of Literotica readers would love to hear how he felt me up on the drive. Or how I spread my legs and peeled off my panties. But it wasn't anything like that at all. Was I a little turned on? Are you kidding? I'm going out to dinner with a handsome younger guy and he can't keep his eyes off me. Hey, I'm only human! I couldn't help flirting a little with him. He didn't seem to mind either. 

Dinner went much the same way. Several times during dinner I had to remind myself I was having dinner with my son and not on a first date. I hoped he was struggling with the same feelings. A few times while we were talking about his college studies, we'd find ourselves holding hands. I had a glass of wine with my dinner and I wasn't sure if it was the wine or my handsome date who was making me feel so light headed. I hadn't been on a date in a long time and it just felt so good to have someone's undivided attention like that. 

At one point during dinner, I had to excuse myself to use the bathroom. I walked in, seeing a pair of very sensible shoes and bunched up granny panties in the first stall. Stall two was empty, thankfully, and I stepped in. I hiked up my dress and slid my thong down. A shiver went up my spine as the cool air glided over my wet pussy. The gusset of my panties was getting to be quite a mess. I sat down on the toilet with a sigh. If only grandma wasn't next door! I just wanted to plunge my fingers into myself and relieve the wanting that was burning through me. 

I really do hate public bathrooms. I don't know why but I always feel odd stepping out of a stall at the same time as someone else. Then it's like being in an elevator. Don't make eye contact! Sure enough, the woman in the stall next to me stepped out at the same time as me. We stepped to the double sink at the same time. I glanced up in the mirror as I washed my hands and the woman smiled at me and said "What a beautiful dress, dear! You look absolutely stunning!" 

I smiled and told her thank you. "It's lovely to see young couples such as yourselves." She said with a wistful little smile on her face. "It's been a few years since my husband has looked at me with half that desire." 

I blushed and couldn't think of a thing to say. She sensed my discomfort and placed a hand on my arm. "Now don't you let me go spoiling your night! You better get back to your man before that little waitress gets any ideas." 

We both shared a laugh as we left the bathroom and she gave me a wink as we went to our separate tables. I sat back down at the table and Tyler looked at me. "What's that smile for?" he asked. 

"Oh, I was just warned that some little waitress is after you!" I said with a giggle. 

He glanced around, teasing me. "Really? Where?"

I dug my nails into his hand. "Oh no you don't! You're with me tonight!" I said with a laugh.

He looked at me again and said "She wouldn't have a chance next to you anyway, mom."

My heart...and my pussy... melted when I heard that!

Like all good things, dinner finally ended. We headed for home. As he helped me on with my coat and we walked out, my friend from the bathroom gave me another wink and a smile. I smiled as well, wondering if I'd still get a wink and a smile if she only knew who my date really was.

The drive home was uneventful. We pulled into the garage and walked into the house. As soon as we got into the house, I kicked off my heels. 

"Oh my god" I said. "Now I remember why I don't wear those very often!"

"If you wore them more often, wouldn't you get used to them?" Tyler asked.

"Well, maybe I would wear them more often if my private foot masseuse wasn't leaving to go back to school tomorrow." I said.

He smiled and said "I think I just got a subtle hint of what I'm doing tonight."

"Please?" I asked, giving him big doe eyes.

"Oh brother...fine!" He said with a laugh. "I'm going to go get changed and then you can have your foot massage."

While he went to his bedroom, I went into mine. I unzipped my dress and slipped it off. I tossed it aside and unfastened my bra. I let it fall to the floor as I cupped my breasts. I shivered as my nipples rubbed deliciously against my palms. My eyes half closed and a soft moan escaped my lips as I squeezed and rubbed. Then I took a deep breath and lowered my hands. I reached into the closet and grabbed the short silky flowered robe hanging there. For a brief moment, I considered a fresh pair of panties. But then the little devil on my shoulder stopped me. Why get another pair wet? The robe was really meant more for summer. It was very lightweight and very short. Oh well. I was feeling incredibly warm anyway.

As I walked out of the bedroom, the bottle of Fleshlight lube I'd "stolen" from Tyler caught my eye. Oops. I did promise I'd return it, didn't I? I grabbed it and headed for the family room.

Tyler was already waiting for me on the couch. The TV was turned to our favorite show, Big Bang Theory. I flopped onto the other end of the couch and threw my feet into his lap. My foot thudded against something hard.

"Ouch! Watch it, bigfoot!" he yelped, doubling over in fake pain.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry!" I said. "I hope I didn't break anything!"

He grabbed my foot, moving it off but not too far away from his cock. "If that's what a footjob feels like, I think I'll pass next time," he said jokingly.

I playfully stretched my toes out and ran them down his cock. "Ok...next time I'll be gentle!" 

He blushed and grabbed my foot. "Pervert," he called me. 

I smiled and tossed the bottle at him. "Speaking of perverts, I thought you'd be missing this by now."

"Oh, I wondered if you were going to give it back or keep it hostage."

"I can't be that mean! Besides...didn't you promise me you'd think about something?"

My heart was racing again. His gaze had wandered down and I realized my nipples were again trying to find a way to escape my robe.

"You're still serious about that?" He asked.

I bit my lip. "Only if you don't mind."

He smiled at me and said "So is that what was on your mind when you picked that dress for dinner?"

"Why? Did you like it?"

"That's definitely my favorite dress of yours now."

"So you did like it?"

He laughed self-consciously. "Why do you think I'm in this condition?" His eyes pointed down between his legs.

I pointed at the lube in his hand with my toes. "Why do you think I gave that back?"

"Damn it... fine!" He said in a mock angry tone. "I give up!"

He got up from the couch and went into his bedroom. He came out two seconds later with the Fleshlight in his hand. He sat down again and I sat up a little, curling my legs under me. My heart was racing! I was finally going to get to see it!

At first, he was so nervous. He couldn't make eye contact with me. "Ok, I feel stupid," He said. 

"Don't feel stupid, please." I whispered. 

As if coming to an internal decision, he suddenly grabbed the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down to his ankles. One foot slipped out and he sprawled a little on the couch. Of course, I'd caught glimpses of him before. But this was the first time I'd ever had the chance to just gaze at him. In his nervousness, he'd gone just a little soft. But his cock still maintained itself, laid along his hip. I had to tell myself to breathe. 

He opened the bottle of lube and squirted a little inside the Fleshlight. Feeling silly, I asked him "So you just squirt it in there?"

"Just a little bit." He said. Then he poured more on his cock. He wrapped his hand around it and smeared the lube. The minute he did, I could see it growing back up to its hardness. I felt almost hypnotized. I couldn't move...couldn't speak. Then he slid the Fleshlight over his erection. I watched fascinated as his cock disappeared into the pretend pussy. I could feel my own pussy leaking and wishing for something too. 

He slowly pumped it up and down. His eyes were half closed. I could hear the squishy sounds inside. It was driving me so crazy. He would slide it almost all the way off and then back down again. Over and over. I heard myself whisper, "do you think about anything? Or just...you know... do it?" 

He gave a little panting laugh. "Right now, I'm just thinking about you in that dress!"

He started pumping faster. "No...wait... slow down, ok?"

"Oh, great. First you wanted to watch and now you want to tell me how to do it?"

I laughed. "It's not a race. So what are you thinking about my dress?"

He kept slowly stroking. Then he'd stop and take a deep breath. "I'm thinking about how you were driving me nuts almost giving me a peek. It fits so tight, there's no way you had panties on."

"What kind of woman do you think I am? Of course I had panties on!" I slid my legs a little and slid my robe open to show him my thong. "See? I even have proof!"

He froze....looking at my thong. The sheer material would have been see-through before. Now with all the wetness, it might as well have been spray painted on. 

"Do you like them?" I asked as I slid my hand over my mound.

He started pumping again. "Holy shit...but how do I know those are the ones you wore to dinner?"

My robe was open now. It was only held in place by the robe belt still knotted around my tummy. I slid my fingers under the material, pushing it out.

"It wouldn't have gotten this wet this quick if I just put them on." I said with a naughty smile.

He was speechless. His eyes were locked between my legs as I rubbed my wet pussy. He was stroking with the Fleshlight in a steady rhythm and I matched my finger motion to his strokes.

"Oh shit!" he moaned as his hand picked up speed. The squishing noises from inside the Fleshlight got louder and faster. The squishing noises from my pussy did too. We were both lost to it. I pulled my thong aside with one hand as two fingers from my other hand fucked my pussy. 

Tyler let out a groan and his back arched. I watched as his balls tightened and he dumped his load into the flashlight. I immediately smashed down on my clit, sending myself over the edge with him. My whole body arched. I let out a long cry. My fingers frozen and squeezed tight into my pussy. A thousand years passed before I could breathe again. I opened my eyes to find Tyler panting and watching me.

I brushed the hair out of my face with a shaky hand. "Whew! Oh my god!" was all I could gasp out. Tyler stood up, his cock still buried in the Fleshlight. He kind of hunched over as he slid his cock out. It glistened with a mix of lube and cum. Still hard. 

I giggled. "What's that? Your after-orgasm dance?"

He laughed. "Shut up! If I just pull it off, it makes a mess!"

I jumped off the couch. The knot in my robe belt had come undone at some point. I didn't know. And I cared even less. I took the Fleshlight from Tyler. I leaned forward, my other hand resting on his chest, and kissed him softly. 

"I'll take care of that. Thank you for showing me. That was fun."




The Perfect Gift Chosen



This is a collaboration between my past and my imagination. Part way through, this story turns into a dream I had based on a real life event. All identifiable details have been changed. This is my first story, I hope you like it.

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Work was always miserable but today seemed especially so because I had just come back from vacation where I got engaged. The engagement was a dream come true but what came with it was not. I work in a sea food restaurant in South Carolina where I am the only man that works in the front of the house which meant I was always surrounded by beautiful women. The female manager seemed to hire only very attractive women but I was the newest hire. Actually, now I wonder why I was hired. I am a over six foot, thin, muscular Italian-American man, simply because I play soccer three or four times a week. Hmm...

Anyway, the women ranged from 18 to 32 and were exceptionally beautiful. To name a few there was the eldest, Rachel, who was very conservative but had an amazing ass. She had what must have been beautiful D size breasts but it was hard to tell under her conservative loose clothes. Then there was Sam, the wild 19 year old lesbian who always wore low cute shirts and loved to tease men by "accidentally" brushing her breasts against customers for larger tips. The woman who trained me was a single mother who was 27, had brown hair, C cup, dark brown hair, and an ass that everyone watch as she walked away (but mostly Sam and I would catch each other and laugh). You get the idea.

Then there were the hostesses who were three 18 year old recent graduates from high school. Heather, Stephanie, and Rachel #2 were basically sirens that would bring all kinds of people here and before they knew it they were seated at an expensive restaurant with a large bill. It was actually incredible to watch them work, somehow they kept all the people waiting happy and smiling with over an hour to wait for a table.

I knew Stephanie the best and because her boyfriend used to live near me and I used to give her rides from work. I was never really tempted by her because I don't fuck around with other people's significant others. That said, she was fucking hot and my mind did wander on occasion. Plus I was in a happy relationship where I was getting plenty of action. But that all changed when we got engaged. For some reason, my then fiancé (and now wife) wanted to stop having sex to make the wedding night special. Doesn't make sense to me but I guess it something people do.

So I came back from vacation feeling miserable from lack of sex and surrounded by hot women that were starting to drive me crazy. Normally, I had no issue but without sex my mental capacity to control my lust was seriously lacking.

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About two weeks later...

While giving Stephanie a ride home, she could see (or sense) something was bothering me and started asking questions.

"Hey, how are you doing? Most people I see get engaged are like super happy. Are you cool?"

"Yeah, it's just that once you're engaged everything changes. There's a ton of planning and... It'll all be better when we are finally married."

"Got it, have y'all picked a date?"

"Yeah we are looking at the first weekend in April, but we have to confirm with the location."

"Hmm... I got an idea! Let me take you out on my boyfriend's boat. Does, like, Wednesday work cause he doesn't really work anyway. You have to come, I insist. "

"Uh okay, I think I have that day off. It's too bad it's during the week cause otherwise my fiancé could come too."

"Yeah, maybe some other time but you should come out with us. It will be good for you"

"Sounds good. Yeah you're probably right."

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Wednesday rolls around and I would really prefer to stay home and watch TV but Stephanie called to make sure I was coming. So I throw on my swim suit and a t-shirt and head out. I keep imagining attempting to make conversation with a bunch of 18 year olds which is only 3 years younger but sometimes seems an eternity. But Stephanie and her boyfriend, Jake, seemed different so I figure I'll just spend most of my time with them. Plus, Jake is my age, I think.

When I get to the dock, I can't find anyone and I start to wonder if there is some joke being played on me. But I see a dock attendant and asked for Jake. He pointed me down to the end of the dock where he had just pulled the boat out for them. Not accustomed to any of this, I begin to feel even more uneasy about this trip. I have to repeat Stephanie's words in my head, "It will be good for you." So I press forward.

When I get to the boat I am taken back by how huge this thing is. It must be over 70 feet long and has two stories with a sun deck and everything. I see Jake up top so I head straight up there with the beer I brought and offer him one. He thanks me but says he'll wait till were in open sea. So I sit.

"This is an amazing boat, thanks for taking me out." I say, trying to get the conversation started.

"Yup, it's my dad's but he doesn't care if I take it out. He's never around anyway. "

Realizing it's a sore subject, I quickly change the subject.

"Gotcha. Where is everyone?"

"You mean the girls? They are all down stairs putting their swim suits on."

"Anyone, else on their way?"

"Nope, just you and them this time out."

"Sounds good"

He looks over with a big smile and says

"Take a peak, through there."

He points to a glass door that must lead down stairs. I walk over and look down to a beautiful sight that almost stopped my heart. Through the glass is six young women and Stephanie all naked except maybe one piece of a bikini on. They are apparently very comfortable with each other because a couple are just standing there naked joking and laughing with the others. I couldn't really see anyone's faces but their bodies all fit. I instantly get a huge boner as I watch this sight from God. Never had I seen Stephanie look so good with her small bikini bottoms and no top to cover her high and perky B cup breasts. I am a healthy man, but I almost died right there. I sit there as a voyeur for probably 5 minutes before Jake comes over. I could have stayed there forever. 

"Pretty fucking incredible right?"

"Uh, yeah." I say coming back to reality."

"If you can believe it they all just graduated from high school with Steph. Oh and I just wanted to say I appreciate you being a good guy to Steph and not trying to fuck her. Not many guys would have the integrity not to mess with her when y'all drove home from work late at night."

"Yeah, no problem. She is a good friend, so it's no big deal. "

"That's partly why I agreed to bring you out with us. We do this sometimes for newly engaged guys but it's usually just our friend group and, frankly, our social class." 

While trying not to show that I'm slightly offended, I found myself changing the subject again.

"Okay, what exactly are we doing? Stephanie was kinda vague."

"Really?" He said as his smile returned. "Welllll..." He started but Stephanie interrupted by coming up the stairs on the back of the boat. 

"Jake, you aren't giving away any spoilers are you?"

"Spoilers? No way." She walked up and gave him a big kiss.

Stephanie was now wearing small, low cut, black bikini bottoms and a tube top that matched. Damn her incredible flat stomach and tight body. I always knew she looked good but she was looking especially fit in a bikini that must have been made with her in mind. Clearly recognizing that I was staring she says, "Why don't you put that beer downstairs in the fridge, we are about to leave." So I head to the back of the boat and Jake starts up the engine. When I get to the bottom, I get rushed by the girls as they push past me while I am trying to find my sea legs and carry the case of micro brew beer. I swear I almost fell off the back of the boat as I managed to carefully fall into a bench nearby. Then I looked up and image of all those women going up those stairs in their, at most, Brazilian bikinis was a sight to behold. After I collect myself for the second time, I put the beer in the fridge and head back up through the mid ship staircase coming out by Jake.

I settle into a seat and look forward as we head out into the ocean. What do I see? But all seven women laying out in the sun on the front of the boat and facing the sea. It was at this point I realize that the only people I knew were here were Stephanie and Jake, or, at least, that I know of. I had been so taken aback that there were these barely dressed women running around that I didn't even realize I haven't even met them yet. But I figure it will happen eventually we still have the whole day ahead of us. To prevent myself from staring and feeling like a perv, I sit back with my beer and relax.

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After about the second hour or so I am dozing on a bench on the back of the upper deck, just enjoying the sun, the crisp air and my third beer. While sitting there I hear Stephanie call my name and then feel her hands on my face trying to wake me. As I open my eyes she says, "Hey, Mr. Engaged man have you even seen the whole boat yet? " I say no, so she grabs my hand and drags me up to give me the tour. I think, "Fuck I hope I don't have a boner cause I was having some pretty amazing dreams." As we start walking I realize that I do but no one seems to notice. I have about an 8 inch dick so a boner can get pretty noticeable depending on the state of things. As she takes me around downstairs and shows me all the rooms and the full kitchen and shower, I am very impressed but mostly am just trying to not notice how fucking hot she is in that tiny bikini. It's kinda driving me nuts. 

I try to think of something to talk about and ask,

"So, Jake made it seem like there was some sort of plan for the day or that you take people out sometimes. Are we going somewhere or what's the plan?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you? I have a sort of engagement surprise for you. Yeah we mostly only do this thing for Jake's friends but I begged Jake and he said okay"

"Cool, I guess I will just hang out then until I hear otherwise."

"That's probably best but don't worry it won't be long. Let me just pop up these stairs and ask Jake a question. Be right back."

"Sounds good" I say as I reach for another beer. But as Stephanie comes back down the stairs she says, "You better hold off we have a long day" Taken by surprise I head back to the kitchen and put the beer back in the fridge. Speaking of surprises, when I turn around I see Stephanie completely naked.

"What, the..." I said, trying to collect myself.

"Here come with me"

As she takes my hand and starts leading me to the back of the boat I am so dumbfounded I can't think of anything to say. For that matter, I am having trouble thinking. I keep trying to look her in the eyes but damn her hot little 5'2" body and blond hair. Then I realize, shit, I am in a relationship.

I stop her and say"Uh, Stephanie I don't think this is a good idea."

"Shut up, this is your wedding gift from me. So, you don't really have a choice, plus I know that you are, sort of, in need since you have stopped having sex until you're married."

"Wait how did you know that? I didn't say anything."

"It was kinda obvious from what you said in the car. Duh!"

My mind is racing at this point and I kinda go numb. I don't really know what to call it except a loss of blood in the head because it is being re-purposed elsewhere. She says, "So just take off your shirt and shorts and meet me upstairs." My brain, still not working, just says "But, I'm not sure..." So she takes my hand again and says "let me help you." She lifts my shirt and unties my swim shorts, and the next thing I know I am also naked and following her again by the hand upstairs. All I really remember from this point is I got many short glimpses of the little patch of hair and her soft smooth pussy lips as we walk of the spiral staircase.

I get upstairs and there are all six of the other girls kneeling over the back of a bench with their naked asses in the air towards us. Stephanie then turns to me and asks,

"Are any of these girls unsatisfactory to you?"

"No, I mean what is going on? I mean, they are all beautiful, round, and amazing. I don't get it."

"Just shut up and listen." She says as she puts a blindfold on me that seemed to come from nowhere.

"These women have volunteered to help you get to marriage. They will perform for you today and then you can choose which one you like the best based on what you experienced today. You will inspect them physically, feel their faces, mouths, asses, and pussies. Your cock will also get to experience those. The only catch is that you must keep this blind fold on the entire time. Only after will you see your choice. She will be yours to have sexually until you are married. It serves as training for them to the needs of a man and helps you explore all your sexual desires before you are married. Then you can share those needs with your wife."

My head is spinning at this point and I can't think, all my blood is still pumping to my rock hard dick. Then she takes my hand at this point and leads me over to them. I can't see them of course but I can tell that they are close. So can my cock, apparently, as it twitches with excitement.

Stephanie takes my hand and places it on a woman's face that apparently had moved right in front of me. She then guides my hands to her breasts, they feel wonderful, soft and small. I would assume an A cup but it's hard to tell without the visual. She guides my hands to her ass, and finally her pussy that is completely free of hair and smooth with a little stubble right above the top of her slit. She has very small lips and her swollen clit protrudes out freely. She is already excited and wet. I go from one woman to the next all too quickly but I can tell that Stephanie is attempting to keep me moving. They were different shapes and sizes and heights but the biggest difference that was noticeable solely by touch was the size of their breasts which ranged from A to what had to be DD.

After I am done the first women comes back and I can sense her kneel before me and the touch of her hand on my cock sends a pulse through my body. It has been two months since anyone has touched me and as her soft hand wraps around my shaft I want to melt. First, I feel the tip of her tongue touch my head and run up and down my shaft. With my balls cupped in her hand she worked softly and slowly over my whole shaft and down her throat. After far too little time Stephanie stopped her and brought the next women who had a totally different style. She would pump with her hand and use her mouth to work the tip. The next women clearly liked to be throat fucked cause I spent all her allotted time as deep down her throat as I could go. Woman number 4 sucked on my balls a great deal and went almost to my ass while she pumped my shaft with an occasional head bob for some variety. The girl with the DD breast was next and used some spit for me to tit fuck her using her mouth on my cock as it came out the top. The last girl clearly had no idea what she was doing and was trying to incorporate all that she had witnessed in the last few minutes. Then again all too soon Stephanie interrupted and told all the women to bend over the bench again.

I was then moved forward and towards the first woman again. Stephanie then said, "You will have 30 seconds to fuck each girl and then you will have to choose your favorite based on your experience. You cannot touch any of them with your hands; they will guide you in once you are close enough. Try to focus just on how well paired the pussy is with your dick."

As I got close to the first girl, she grabbed my shaft and slowly guided me in. Her pussy was very wet and while I was so horny at this point and wanted to fuck her hard, I remembered her sucking style and fucked her slowly with a steady rhythm. Her moans where quiet and high pitched which helped guide me to how she liked it. Next, I was taken in by a women who's pussy was so sensitive that she started convulsing as soon as I entered her. It is hard to tell without seeing but I think in that 30 seconds she came 3 times. It's actually made it quite difficult to find a good rhythm. The third woman was ready for me and just wanted to fuck, so she guided me in and was pounding her ass back towards me. It was just what I needed and was coming close to exploding inside her when Stephanie came up behind me and pulled me out to cum on her back. While a little disappointed, I was also surprised at how amazing it felt to have Stephanie pumping me dry on another woman's back. I started to imagine Stephanie's hot body pressed up against me and jerking me from behind. I came twice as hard.

"Someone is getting a little excited" she said. "Remember, you need to pace yourself." Having just cum, I was just standing here dazed and speechless. Then Stephanie said, "Well I guess this one time I will be your fluffer." My mind was went crazy, as I felt her wrap her lips around my soft cock and began sucking and swirling her tongue in amazing ways of which I had never experienced. While doing gymnastics with her tongue on my dick she also took her other hand and while grabbing my balls, just slipped one finger in my ass. It took me only seconds to get hard again under her, apparently, expert workwoman-ship. I wished with all my heart she would keep going but as soon as I was hard, she stopped.

She then guided my cock on to the next woman who was waiting for me by playing with her clit. She covered my cock in lube and directed me straight into her ass. I was totally taken by surprise. Moving slowly in and out of her ass while she played with my balls was fucking mind blowing and nothing like I had experienced. I had enjoyed anal sex before but my girlfriends have never really enjoyed it as much as I did. So we usually just saved it for special occasions. This girl was moaning loudly and seemingly enjoying this ass fucking more than I was. But that had to end too when Stephanie took me away from her and cleaned me off with a rag for the last girl. When I got to the last girl I was exhausted and dazed and confused and who knows what? But, I knew that I was ready for her. As I entered her I realized this was going to be a tight fit. Her pussy was small and it took a little while to even get inside of her. At each stage I could feel the muscles in her pussy adjusting to accept my cock. I do not have a huge cock but at 8 inches and some girth it proved a task to enter the last girl. Luckily it seemed Stephanie gave us some extra time to adjust but once I was inside her there was no feeling like it. I knew from that moment this would be the girl.

Stephanie called time and slowly separated us. "Now comes the moment of truth, which girl, do you think, would be the best for you? Which girl do you want to explore your every desire with and to be waiting for you every second of the day 'till you're married? Which girl is yours?"

"The last girl, I think."

"You think or you know?

"I know."

"Alright, you go down and get ready for him, grab your bags and he'll be down to meet you in a minute. We are getting close to the bay, so hurry up." She said to the girl. Once she left the top deck Stephanie took off the blindfold and I saw who I didn't choose. My heart dropped as I started second guessing my decision. Each woman stood there naked before me with incredible, fit bodies and natural tits. Some had pubic hair and some didn't. The girl with huge tits looked fucking amazing and had a look of disappointment on her face like she never gets turned down, for anything. Frankly, I understood why men would melt to their knees for her. The red head was the one who liked to get throat fucked which, somehow, doesn't surprise me. The first girl was a tiny Asian woman that must have been 5 feet tall and 90 lbs. The second girl had a curvy muscular body that she clearly puts a lot of work into. Her ass was something that most women would die for. The forth girl had something the other girls didn't. She had this emo-edgy-tattoo girl look with tattoos on her chest, arms and legs, nipple piercings, and shorter black hair. That is not usually my style but, shit, she looked good.




The Perfect Gift Chosen



"Alright ladies" She said, "you better finish what you started." And as she said that the ladies walked towards me and before I knew it, I had two women sucking my cock, one woman shoving her tongue town my throat and the last one kissing my neck and chest. While they all took turns and shared me while I just laid there on a bench I had, somehow, collapsed on, I managed to hold out until Jake pulled into the bay and was heading towards the dock. Right before I was about to come the redhead pushed her way tot he front and shoved my cock down her throat. I came hard in her and she swallowed all of it. For the second time I was second guessing my decision.

The ladies departed and while my mental capacities returned, so I decided to head down stairs to gather my things and get dressed. As I started to head towards the stairs Stephanie yelled over to me, "Don't forget to claim your prize below. She is waiting for you." I had almost forgotten. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I realized there were butterflies in my stomach. I was actually nervous because I had no idea what she looked like. As we docked I finally got up the courage to go inside where I saw Heather from work! "Heather?"

She walked up to me in her normal cute attire of tank top and super short colorful shorts, gave me a kiss on the lips, and said, "I am yours." She did a little hop out the door and jogged to catch up to the ladies on the dock who were already leaving.

Holy shit!





To be continued.