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The Birthday Present

By: Thinman



I unlock the door to my house and step into the entry way, arriving back home after running an errand my wife, Staci, had sent me on. As I turned to shut and lock the door I heard Staci’s voice behind me.

“Happy Birthday, baby.”

I turned to see my beautiful wife leaned back on the couch in our living room, naked from head to toe except for a bright red bow that had been strategically placed over her pussy.

“You have to open your present.” She said as she pointed with her eyes at the bow, a smile broadening across her face.

“Where are the kids?” I ask, knowing she wouldn’t be this bold if they were in the house.

“They went to a movie with Sandra.”

I place the bottle of rum that I had gotten at the store on the floor of the entryway and began to walk towards Staci. She smiles even wider as she places her arms across the back of the couch and spreads her legs wider, inviting me to take my present.

Staci is the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life, inside and out. I fell in love with her at first sight, and getting to know her and realizing what a caring, loving person she was made me want to spend the rest of my life with her. She has the smoothest, dark-brown skin imaginable, with a high cheek-bone facial structure that belies her African-American heritage. Most people are slightly disappointed when they discover she is from Baltimore, mistaking her exotic look for West Indian or African. Although she stands only 5’3”, she has the long, slender legs of a runway model that end in the roundest, firmest ass that any man has ever seen. Among people who don’t know her, women immediately hate her for the perfect size 2 figure that she has, and men of all races immediately love her for her long legs, perfect ass, and 34-D breasts, complete with pencil-eraser nipples that she loves to display through sheer tops.

As I draw nearer to my present I am immediately turned on by the contrast of the bright red bow on her dark chocolate skin. She smiles her dazzling smile as I kneel and gently remove the bow from her pussy. I can see that she has recently gotten the special bikini wax that I like, as her pussy is completely hairless except for a small patch just above her clit that was shaved in the shape of a heart. Her pussy lips are already engorged at the thought of my lips and tongue kissing and licking her.

I bend down even further, wetting my lips before I slowly lick along the outer edges of her pussy lips. I hear her moan and breathe as I place my tongue just inside her lips. I taste the sweet smell of her juices now and she begins to move her hips in time with my licking. I begin sucking on her clit and can feel her body begin to tense as she nears orgasm. Although I love eating her pussy, and she enjoys it also, Staci doesn’t usually like to come this way. She says that it gives her an “empty” orgasm because there is nothing inside her for her pussy to grip. But this time, as I continue to suck on her clit, she places both of her hands firmly on the back of my head, grinding my face into her pussy as she begins to buck in the throes of orgasm. She moans and screams, still grinding my face as she firmly holds my head in place, while bringing her legs up along the side of my face and squeezing my head with her thighs. I hold on as best I can until her orgasm begins to subside. She pushes my head away from her pussy and tells me to stop. My face and chin are coated with her come, and I can taste her sweet juices all the way down my throat.

She stands up, grabbing my hand and leading me up the stairs to our room. She takes off all my clothes, then throws me down on the bed and climbs up in between my legs. Without saying a word she grabs my already hard cock and places her lips around the swollen head and begins to suck me. Seeing her luscious black lips wrapped around my hard white cock always gets me going. I’m a little longer than average at just over 8 inches, but it’s my girth that Staci loves so much. She tells me all the time that, while I’m not the biggest the man she’s ever been with, I’m much bigger than most men. When she sucks me, it’s a struggle for her to get me all in her mouth. But she sucks with such gusto, concentrating on the nerve endings on the underside of the head with her lips and tongue.

She takes my dick out of her mouth and slowly licks her way down the shaft to my balls. She gently blows on each one and then licks right down the middle of my scrotum. My dick involuntarily flexes and she playfully giggles at the sight. She grabs both of my thighs and pushes them back towards my chest so that she can have a better angle as she licks down my scrotum towards my ass. She reaches the nerve endings surrounding my anus and sends my eyes rolling back in my head as she begins to lick me. She knows how much I love being licked there and begins to moan her pleasure, knowing my pleasure.

Suddenly she rolls me over onto my hands and knees and continues to lick me, pushing her tongue hard against my anus, nearly driving me insane. I can’t take anymore so I push her away and lay her down on her back. I pull myself up onto her chest, and she pushes her tits together so that I can place my dick in between those two large, beautiful mounds. I begin to slowly fuck her tits as she continues to push them together while rubbing her erect, half-inch long nipples. It doesn’t take much of me rubbing my dick on her body to make my wife come. Just the touch of my dick anywhere on her is usually enough to send her over the edge. She loves to be titty-fucked and as I continue to rub my dick between her tits I can feel her body start to convulse with another earth-shattering orgasm. She moans and screams with pleasure as her body involuntarily bucks and shudders. Watching her and hearing her moan sends me over the top.

She intuitively knows that I’m about to come and says, “Come on my face, baby. I want you to come on my face.”

She knows how much I love to see my semen shooting over her beautiful face, and is always willing to please me this way, as she likes it too. I move up off of her chest and begin stroking my dick over her face. She shuts her eyes tight as my first shot of semen hits her in the forehead and hair, and then she does something she’s never done before. Before my second shot has a chance to come out she opens her mouth wide and lifts her tongue to catch it. My second shot hits just on her upper lip and she begins to lick it with her tongue as my next spurt empties right into her waiting mouth. I continue to come, sending sperm across her face, lips, and into her eagerly waiting mouth. She swallows all that enters her mouth, and as my orgasm subsides, she raises her head up and takes me in her mouth, sucking me clean. She grabs my dick and strokes it while she continues to bob on my cock and suck me clean. She takes my dick out her mouth just long enough to rub it over her face, smearing the rest of my jizz over her face.

“More.” She says in a dusky, sultry voice. “I want more.” She then puts my dick back in her mouth and continues to suck and stroke me. She alternately sucks me, rubs my dick over her face, and begs for more, until my dick begins to harden again. As she sucks and rubs it back to its full size, I get lost in thoughts of how perfect my wife is. A truly beautiful woman, full of life, she is wanted by every man that sees her, but only in love with me…and willing to indulge every fantasy that I have.

My dick is now completely hard and I roll her over onto her belly and place my dick inside her warm, wet pussy. She crawls backwards until we are off the side of the bed. This is a favorite position for her, standing bent over the bed as I enter her from behind. I can watch my hard, white cock pounding her beautiful, shaved black pussy. I get a perfect view of my favorite part of her body—that impossibly round, firm booty. She begins to convulse with yet another orgasm--my wife has always been multi-orgasmic which is a huge turn-on for me. She can sometimes have orgasms that last for 10 to 15 minutes, and sometimes just has many little orgasms, one right after the other. Either way, her love-making technique makes me feel like the best lover in the world.

When her body stops shaking from her latest orgasm, I push her back up on the bed and onto her belly. She instinctively raises her ass just slightly off the mattress, a favorite position for me. It gives me the best angle at really pounding her pussy, and her ass is in the perfect position to cushion my hips as I pump. It doesn’t take very many strokes this way before my balls tense up and I begin emptying another load of sperm inside my wife’s beautiful pussy. When she feels the first spasm of my orgasm, it sends her over the top one last time, and we moan, scream, and shudder together in perfectly timed ecstasy.

I slump on top of her, completely exhausted. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you too.” She responds breathlessly. “Happy Birthday. How’d you like your first present?”

I roll over, exhausted yet exhilarated at the thought of another “present” later.

The Birthday Present



She heard his car pull up to her door, and her excitement gripped the pit of her belly. He was a little late but she didn’t mind, as she knew how unpredictable the traffic was. 
He was here...finally. Here to celebrate her birthday as only the two of them could. 
She opened the door and there they were...they??? Beside him stood the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. She was tall, at least 5’11” and had dark straight hair that hung to her waist. Her dark eyes were almond shaped and her lips were full. Her skin was the color of milk chocolate and her long legs were beautifully shaped. She wore a short black silk skirt and a beautifully tailored green silk blouse that showed off both her small waist and her small breasts.

Diana was speechless and simply moved aside so that they could enter her home. She looked at her friend, Andre, and smiled. “Diana, this is my friend, Copper.” Diana extended her hand and looked into Copper’s beautiful eyes. There was instant chemistry between them as Copper took Diana’s hand in both of hers. There was an eternity passing between them and Andre could only stand and watch.

Finally Andre broke the spell. “Copper has come to help us celebrate your birthday.” Then this incredible voice came from somewhere that must have been heaven. “Yes, I’d like very much to help make your birthday one you will never forget.” Copper’s voice was like warm, rich syrup that covered you in sensuality. It was so soothing and calming and Diana found herself staring again.

Finally Diana pulled herself together and asked them to have a seat. She went to the kitchen and brought out a pitcher of Sangria with three glasses. She placed it on the coffee table and then went for the appetizers. Why was she so nervous? She felt like a kid about to go on her first date. She was 59 years old today and she hadn’t felt this way in years. She and Andre had been lovers for some time and he knew that she had female lovers but they had never done a threesome. They had talked about it for a long time but the opportunity just hadn’t been there.

Diana sat on the floor in front of the coffee table and poured the fruited wine. She couldn’t stop staring at Copper. She had the most beautiful skin – everything about her was beautiful and sensual and there was almost an innocence about her. It was difficult to tell her age but she wasn’t young. Finally Diana asked how they knew each other.

It seems that Andre and Copper had been lovers for a number of years a long time ago and when he called Copper to see if she would like to help celebrate Diana’s birthday she agreed. Diana found herself a bit jealous that they had been lovers, but only because she wanted them both so very much at that moment.

She wanted to feel the differences in their touch and their taste. She wanted them to touch her and kiss her and take her to places she had never been. She could feel that tightness in her belly that made her legs tingle and her toes curl and she knew that before this night was over she would experience them both.

They chatted about casual things and nothing in particular. The only one who didn’t seem a bit nervous was Copper. Just as Diana reached over to get another appetizer Copper’s hand covered hers…then Andre’s hand was covering them both. If the lights had been off in the room you would have seen the sparks shooting out of the midst of them.

Without a word, Andre took both their hands and lifted them to their feet. He knew the way to the bedroom and led them down the darkened hallway. Diana, as always, had candles lit in her bedroom and the aroma was spicy and pungent and seemed to match the mood of the three who entered.

Andre placed Diana’s hand in Copper’s and took a seat in the overstuffed velvet chair. He and Copper had not discussed anything about Diana but it appeared there had been no need. Copper took Diana in her arms and held her very tenderly, stroking her hair and her back and whispering something that Andre couldn’t hear. He could see Diana’s legs grow weak and didn’t miss the little shudder that passed through her body.

Copper pushed Diana back from her and started to unbutton her own blouse. Slowly she let it fall from her shoulders to reveal beautiful breasts. They were small and firm with nipples that were enormous and erect. She took Diana’s hand in hers and put it to her breast, holding it there firmly as she breathed deep breaths. Without waiting for an invitation Diana took the other breast in her hand and began to trace the outline of each nipple with her thumb.

This woman was her fantasy – the one she had described so often to Andre. She never dreamed he knew anyone like this…never had any idea that he had held and kissed and loved anyone like this. But tonight he had brought her here to give and receive pleasure and it was the most exciting birthday present she had ever had.

As Diana continued to play with Copper’s nipples, Copper unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Diana’s hands automatically moved to Copper’s hips and pulled her close. She wanted to feel the heat from this woman. She wanted her breath so close she could inhale it. 

The kiss between them began with their lips barely touching. They were such light kisses that they felt like feathers, teasing and taunting. Andre watched as the two women seduced one another and his cock strained to be released. He had done threesomes before but never any that had this fire and this passion. It was as if someone had turned the heat up 25 degrees. 

The seduction was quiet and soft but so charged the air with electricity that you could have lighted the entire city with it. As the two women continued to kiss each other Copper unbuttoned the dress Diana was wearing and let it too fall to the floor. Diana, like Copper, wore nothing underneath.

Their hands seemed to be made of velvet as they explored each other’s bodies. Hands roamed over nipples and hips and legs and bellies and faces, floating over skin and hair. At long last they moved to the bed and lay there side by side, still touching one another, still kissing, still seducing.

Copper looked up to see Andre had removed his clothes and was stroking his considerable hard cock. The look in her eyes told him all he needed and he moved to the bed and lay on the other side of Diana. Copper took Diana’s hands and put them above her head with a look that said, “don’t bring them down”. It was time for the birthday present.

Diana hardly dared to breath for fear the dream would vanish. She kept her eyes open to see what would happen to her. She saw the looks between Copper and Andre and became aware how well they knew each other. Their hands and lips moved over her body in a symphony that was written by the gods.

Andre began to suck on her nipples gently, taking then one at a time between his teeth and applying just enough pressure to send those delightful little shocks down to her belly. Ah, her belly – that was where Copper was kissing her, running her tongue down towards her center. The feelings were so different… the contrasts so exciting.

The almost rough feeling of Andre’s teeth pulling on her nipples contrasted with the softness of Copper’s tongue. Andre’s hands were gentle yet the touch seemed almost the opposite of Copper’s. Finally Diana closed her eyes so that she could focus on the sensations that tortured all of her senses.

Andre kissed her nipples and moved his kisses up to her shoulders and her neck while Copper began to focus on her clit that was pulsing and throbbing with desire. She could feel the fire inside her begin growing hotter and hotter and the orgasm getting nearer. She wanted to hold off and make the tantalizing last forever but she could not. Her entire being exploded in total surrender to her two lovers. Her body quivered with each swell of pleasure and she thought the orgasms would never stop. Her body alternately tensed and relaxed as the two lovers continued to take her to the precipice of insanity.

Now she could feel hands moving over her body in slow circles, gently massaging her, bringing her back down to sanity – away from the golden pleasure and into the soft glow of the aftermath. They caressed her arms and legs, her belly and shoulders; each planting kisses where their hands had just been. Her body began to relax and she became aware of her surroundings once again.

She opened her eyes to see Andre and Copper kissing each other. She pulled them both to her and the three of them embraced and kissed each other and the passion began to build again. This time she wanted to be the one to taste her lovers, to kiss them and fondle them and embrace them. She wanted them to cry out in ecstasy as she had moments before.

She began with Copper, taking a nipple into her mouth and rolling it around with her tongue. It grew so large and hard it made her want to suck it even more. She could feel Andre’s hands move from her to Copper and sensed he wanted to be part of the giving. She needed to kiss Copper’s mouth, plunge her tongue in and possess her.

Their kisses fused their souls together as the heat rose again in the room. Andre rolled Copper onto her back and he and Diana each took a nipple to play with. Copper’s moans spurred them onto more pleasure. Diana moved her hand down over Copper’s slim body until she reached the object of her desire. Copper was so wet and warm and her clit was so swollen. 

Diana had to taste – she needed the sweetness of desire to fill her nostrils and her mouth and cover her face and soak her hair. She didn’t bother taking the long way down but went straight to Copper’s pussy to devour her. It was so much more than she thought it would be. The taste and smell of her were intoxicating and Diana was drunk with lust and pleasure. 

She could hear Copper moaning and could sense Andre next to her but she was too caught up in exotic bliss to stop. She felt Copper’s body tensing and her legs closing around her and knew that Copper was on the verge of cumming – and so was she. Suddenly she felt Copper’s legs tighten around her and pull her into the orgasm. There was sweet nectar everywhere, all over her face and her hair and she was cumming as hard as Copper. Heaven held no joy such as this for if it did the gods would never have shared it with mere mortals.

At last the two women collapsed and Diana moved up to embrace Copper. They held each other for a long time as Andre stroked and caressed them. He knew how to please a woman so well, his touch was enough to ignite the fire in a woman and then slowly bring her back to smoldering when the heat of passion had passed.

Then, with only a look between them, the two women knew it was time for Andre to have some fun. They both sat up and pushed him back onto the bed. All he could do was smile. 

These two women who, just moments before had been in the throws of passion, now had eyes filled with mischief. Andre knew he was in for the ride of his life. Diana took one nipple between her teeth and Copper took the other. Their hands instinctively went to his cock and balls…one taking his cock and the other his balls. They sucked and pulled on his nipples and squeezed and stroked his cock and balls until he could hardly breathe.

The two women began to kiss each other right in front of his face, their tongues moving in and out exploring the other’s mouth. All the while they continued to stroke him and caress him. It felt as though his cock would explode it was so hard. He had never felt this hard before. Watching them kiss so close to him, seeing their tongues touch and tease was too much for a man to bear.

As quickly as they had begun to kiss they stopped, looked at each other and giggled. It seemed they could reach each other’s minds as they both moved to his throbbing cock. Those tongues that had been touching each other now went to work on his cock – licking up and down – one on each side of it. Then Diana sucked the head of his cock into her mouth as Copper sucked both of his balls into hers. Andre screamed out in pure, animal lust. These women were killing him. He felt he would explode any second – but it was not to be. The women, sensing how close his orgasm was decided he should not cum yet so they slowly backed off and began to play with each other’s breasts. They took turns sucking each other’s nipples, nipping with their teeth, and all he could do was watch in torturous pleasure while his cock stayed rock hard.

The women knew what they wanted without a word and Copper moved ever the top of Andre’s delicious cock. Diana took his cock in her hand and guided it into Copper’s dripping pussy. Then with one move she had her pussy over his mouth – waiting for his talented tongue to take over. He reached for her hips and pulled her down onto his mouth.

The women fondled each other and kissed deep kisses as Andre’s cock moved in and out of Copper’s pussy and his tongue fucked Diana’s. The women came at the same time and there was pussy juice all over Andre’s cock and face. He could bear it no longer and his cock exploded cum that filled Copper. His mouth sucked on Diana’s clit and she and Copper both came again.

Now it was Andre’s turn to be exhausted. He was sure he had never cum that hard in all his life and doubted that he ever would again. The women fell to each side of him and they were a tangle of arms and legs and wetness all melding together.

Diana had one last birthday wish – to taste them all. She moved first to Andre and kissed him, tasting her own juices. Then she sucked and licked cum from his cock. Then she moved to Copper’s pussy and licked cum from her until she was dry. It was better than any birthday cake she could have had.

Then she heard that heavenly voice whisper, “Happy birthday, Diana.” It was the best birthday she’d ever had. Thank you, Andre. 



The Birthday Present



“Happy birthday!” I said with a great, wide, grin as I reached up around his neck to embrace him. Shrugging nonchalantly, he hugged me back, his arms encircling my waist. He had tried to convince me that to him, this was just another day and there was no cause for celebration, I felt differently and insisted on having a party for him. He hated parties, especially if the attention was focused on him, but he behaved graciously never the less. He was showered with gifts, adorned in colorful bows and wrapping paper. Off key verses of “Happy birthday to you” were sung by his family and closest friends while I brought in the cake lit with more candles than he cared to count or admit to. The candles lit the dark room, as he bent over to blow them out, I could see the lines time had made around his eyes and mouth, the graying hair made white by their glow. 

With a puff they were extinguished, as I cut the cake, the white icing tinged blue from the melted wax from the candles, I contemplated time. It seemed like yesterday, yet the evidence of time lay before me; crumbs of soft, velvety, chocolate melded with white, sugary, icing and blue bits of candle wax. Smiling, I served the birthday boy the first piece, kissing him affectionately on the cheek as I handed him the brightly decorated paper plate, carefully balancing the slice of cake and the plastic fork. How many cakes had I baked, decorated, and served; for how many occasions? I pondered this as I took my seat beside him, my fork sliding through the slice, the sweet icing melting in my mouth. 

There were birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, graduations, baby showers, and cakes made for no other reason than, just because. Each cake consisted of the same ingredients yet each one was unique, different flavors, and different colors of icing, each cake made to celebrate a landmark day in an otherwise normal calendar. I watched him as he finished off the last of his piece, scraping left over icing with his fork and landing it into his mouth. He always saved the icing for last claiming that it was the best part of the cake. 

 He joked with his friends, thanking them for their gifts. Hugged his family, kissing his fragile mother lovingly on the cheek as she left. He and I were alone now, staring at each other over a pile of dirty plates and napkins, wrapping paper that once decorated gifts, now lay in abandoned piles of color on the floor. “Did you have a nice birthday?” I asked him, watching him as he scooped up the icing left on the cake board, balanced it on his finger and slid it into his mouth.

“Mmm,” he replied through a mouthful of icing and cake crumbs. He retreated to the family room, flopping on the couch searching the cushions for the remote. After successfully rescuing the remote from the depths of the couch, releasing a confetti of bubble gum wrappers, loose change, and pop corn kernels, he surfed through the channels settling for the news.

Dutifully, I gathered up the remnants from the party, depositing trash into a black plastic bag, piling up cards and gifts into neat stacks. The carpet was littered with cake crumbs and bits of paper, but that could wait till morning. He sat on the couch, sprawled out resembling a beached whale; his jeans low, riding under his belly. His sweatshirt bunched up around his chest, revealing his pale, white, protruding stomach. He dozed, catching bits of the evening news between snores. I took advantage of the opportunity to prepare my gift to him. 

Our sex life had always been satisfactory, but lately, it had lost its spark. I intended to rekindle that spark this evening. I pulled out a bag from underneath the bed; it contained a carefully selected negligee; complete with silk stockings and spiked heels. A little embarrassed, I slid my jeans and tee shirt off and slid on my ensemble. The stiff lace of the bodice was rough and itchy as it rubbed against my skin, the hose felt cool and smooth, my feet slid around in the spiked heels, I wobbled as I walked around the bedroom, the heels snagging in the carpet. The ensemble came with a thong, I had never worn one before, and it felt foreign as it twisted and slid as I walked. I listened for a minute, making sure he was still snoozing on the couch, before I made my way across the hallway to the bathroom. 

Locking the door securely behind me, I hobbled to the vanity, pulling out a bag of new makeup I had purchased. I had not purchased my usual housewifely shades of mauve, pink, and beige. I had brilliant vermilions, cherry, and a seductive smoky black liner for my eyes. Gingerly, I applied the makeup; first lip liner then lipstick, a little blush, a lot of eyeliner and mascara, with just a hint of face powder. I pulled a new bottle of perfume out of the bag and applied it liberally. The perfume had a musky, sweet, erotic smell, quite different from my usual fragrance, a housewifely blend of Mr. Clean, Lemon Pledge, and Dawn. My hair, what to do with the obligatory, short cropped with blonde highlights, soccer mom, “don’t have time to mess with it” hair cut? I dusted off my curling iron, hoping the thing still worked and began to twist my poker straight locks into curls. I applied hairspray, teased, curled and begged my mop to do anything besides just lay there on my head, it obliged turning into a curly, bouncy, playful mass of curls. 

Standing back and looking into the bathroom mirror, I admired my creation, plain old ordinary Jane Doe housewife to Sex Goddess in less than 20 minutes. I looked over my satin and lace-covered frame, and wondered to myself, do I still have it? I turned sideways and looked at my own pooch; sucking it in, I stood up straight. My thighs, wiggly on the inside, luckily were covered by the black hose; My breasts, once at the height of their glory, had, like the South, surrendered, their points facing the same southerly direction. I adjusted the underwire of the bodice and tightened the straps, trying to perk them up. I turned around to look at the backside. The black satin of the bodice, hid most of the love handles. When I saw the cheeks of my butt, sagging around the strap of the thong, I hung my head in shame, shaking my head. Still, all in all, after three kids, at least ten million café lattes with extra cream, and more snack cakes than I’d ever confess to, the overall picture wasn’t all too bad. “You’ve still got it baby,” I said to myself emerging from the bathroom.

I tip toed down the hall; the never-ending drone of the news and of my husband’s snoring wafted in the corridor. I turned off the TV and put on some sexy music, lowering the lights I lit the scented candles I had purchased earlier today. Kicking a soccer ball out of the way, I lowered myself on top of him. With a snort, the smacking of lips, and a tiny string of drool, he awoke. “Hey, what’s this?” he asked feeling the smooth fabric of my ensemble. He inhaled deeply of my scent, stating, “You smell nice.” I felt his interest peak, pressing against my crotch, which was barely covered by the thong.

“Happy birthday, baby,” I said as I lowered my head to kiss him. I was expecting one of those, “we’ve been married forever” pecks on the lips that I so often receive as a preamble to sex. What I got was a probing tongue, stroking my teeth searching out the depths of my mouth. I responded by opening my mouth wider, granting him entrance. I felt my cheeks redden and become warm, flushed, I felt my pulse quicken. He grabbed onto me tightly, rising into a sitting position, holding me in his lap. The roughness of his five-o-clock shadow dug into my face, for once, I didn’t mind. 

He lay me back, he remained sitting, “Just let me look at you,” he said, his eyes full of desire. He sat there staring down at me for what seemed hours. “I’ve never seen you like this before,” he said as he traced the lace top of the bodice. “What a pretty lady,” he said as he traced his way down my body, his fingers dancing down the front of my thong. He lowered his face down to my breasts, nuzzling in between them. Untying the satin laces of the bodice as he said, “Let me unwrap my present.” 

I spoke up in protest, “But it’s your birthday, I had all these things I wanted to do to you.” He silenced me by kissing me as he parted the lacey confines of my negligee revealing my breasts. Gently, he stroked them, teasing them with his thumbs. My protests became pleas as he worked his way down my body, showering me with tiny kisses, teasing nips, and probing fingers. I felt as if I were on fire, my back arched in response to his erotic onslaught. How different this was from the usual “it’s Saturday night, we gotta have sex”, or “the kids are gone” we gotta do “it” now, rushed, fumbling, and foreplay I usually received, and gave. This man was gentle, this man was erotic, this man was patient, this man was good and experienced, …and this man was going to make me come. I cried out as the wave of sensations rocked through my body. The bulk of my ensemble had been discarded on the living room floor, the only garb I was wearing were the stockings and my shoes.

“That’s what I wanted for my birthday,” he said sliding me into a sitting position on the couch, lowering himself to the floor, he spread my legs and buried his head in between them. His tongue teased me, lapping at me; the tickle soon became a throb and then a burn as my body tensed. I felt the sand paper roughness of his face as it pressed against the tender flesh of my thighs. I raised my hips up to greet him, pressing him for more. I wrapped my legs around his shoulders and slid further down on the couch granting him better access. I pinched and rolled my nipples in my fingers, I kneaded my breasts the way I had kneaded bread dough for Thanksgiving dinner.

He stopped right before that magic moment. “No,” I begged, “More, now,” I cried out my words broken, my breath in short pants. Obediently, he finished what he had started, with a great gush of feeling and release, I came. 

I lay back on the couch, my mind and my senses reeling with pleasure. He stood before me, taking my hand; he lifted me off the couch and guided me to the bedroom. He lowered me on the ancient mattress, the same mattress we have had since we got married a lifetime ago; wars were fought, battles lost and won, children conceived, and dreams dreamed on this sagging, stained mattress, tonight, love would be made on this mattress. He slid in me easily; I felt his warmth and his hardness as he rocked inside of me. He whispered to me in strange, loving, words. I felt the weight of his body as it pressed against me, pushing me into the mattress. I felt the tickle of his chest hair as it rubbed against my tender breasts. His breath was coming out in a series of moans and pants, I joined him, wrapping myself around him, guiding him further inside of me. I felt his body as it tensed, felt the warmth of him as he came, driving himself into my depths. 

Afterwards, we rested on the bed, arm in arm. My fingers curled up in his chest hair, his arms wrapped around me tightly like steel bands. Our hearts seemed to beat in unison, he and I lost in a private world of thoughts. He kissed me tenderly on my forehead, “I love you,” he whispered. I nuzzled into him, I didn’t have to reply; he already knew. Together, naked, arm in arm, we slid into the solace of slumber. 

I awoke the next morning before he did. I watched him as he slept; I watched his chest rise and fall, curly, dark, patches of chest hair going up and down with his breath. His hair was a tangled mass of brown and gray; thinner than it used to be years ago. The lines on his face deeper now; telling their story of laughter and tears. His unshaven growth, looking like spilled salt and pepper as it traveled across his jaw, upper lip, and neck. The chin once lean and hard was now soft and double, his belly once firm and solid was now soft and comfortable; a perfect perch for the grandchildren yet to come. Random scars dotted the flesh of his body; a fishing lure buried into a thumb, leaving a scar; the scar from his appendectomy, a scar on his knee; from a childhood bike wreck. Here he was defenseless in slumber, he a man, that’s all, only a man; and I, a woman, nothing more, only a woman. 

Together, man and woman; husband and wife, we had made a life, we had created three tiny miracles. Together, we had created one giant miracle; the joy of life and the gift of love.



The Birthday Present



This happened a few years ago. At the time I had a boyfriend, Dave, and we were quite sexually active. As we had sex whenever we got the opportunity. Dave was about a year older than me a little under six foot and quite muscular. I was very attracted to him but I wasn't really in love with him. It was coming up to Dave's birthday and I had a special present planned for him.

On the day of his birthday I went round to his house to give him the present I bought him. After I gave him that I told him I was going to give him a 'special' present later that night. Dave realised I meant we were going to have sex and I think had a suspicion as to what I meant. Although he was only slightly right. Dave thought that we were going to try anal sex for the first time. One thing Dave always loved to do was go down on me, he was really good at eating my pussy out and could always make me cum. Every so often when he was eating me out, his tongue would stray down to my asshole. This always made me feel really dirty and got me very wet when he licked my ass. Occasionally he would slip his tongue in there or a finger, which felt incredible but I was a little uncertain about letting him fuck my ass.

Truthfully I'd always fantasised about trying anal sex and it always made me wet when I thought about it. I was going to let him fuck me there but that wasn't all. A few weeks previously I'd been to a party at one of Dave's friends houses. I'd gone with my friend Loren and Dave of course. We brought Loren along as we were trying to set her up with a friend of Dave's but it didn't actually happen. Loren is one of my best friends and we've known each other since we were about 5. Loren is 5'8, has 34D breasts, she's a leggy blonde at the time she her hair was about shoulder length. I'd fooled around with Loren a couple of times we'd kissed and touched each other's breasts but that was about it. Loren like myself is also a bit of a bad girl. At school the two of us had quite a reputation.

Later at the party after mostly everyone had gone home. We'd been drinking and smoking and we were all a bit merry at this point. Someone suggested playing spin the bottle. We had been playing for about half an hour and the questions had started to get a lot ruder. I knew Dave found Loren attractive and she did him. It got round to my turn to ask a question and I decided to ask Dave this. 'If he could fuck any other girl at the party who would it be'? Dave was a little shocked at this. The truth was I wouldn't mind what he was going to say as I had slept around on Dave a little. At first he was a little uncertain but then eventually got up the courage to say Loren. I thought Loren took it as a compliment and thought that was all it was.

A few days after the party I found myself getting very wet to the thoughts of seeing Loren fuck Dave. It started becoming a bit of a fantasy for me imagining myself eating her pussy while Dave fucked her. Then I decided to make it a reality. I decided as a very special present on his birthday that he would get a threesome with Loren and me. A few days before Dave's birthday I'd been at Loren's having a girly night in. We spent most of the evening taking about boys and sex. So I decided to ask her if given the chance she would fuck Dave. Loren told she'd love to fuck him as she thought he was really hot and knowing the two of us were together made her a little jealous. Then I just came out and asked her if she wanted to have a threesome with Dave and me. I think she was a little uncertain at first but then she agreed, saying she'd often had fantasies about me.

The day of Dave's I had my house to myself. Leaving me with the house to myself. I'd told Dave to come round at about 8:00 in the evening and Loren was getting here at six. The plan was I'd surprise Dave with the threesome, just making him think it was him and me at first. At about 7:30 I had a quick shower and put a bathrobe on. Underneath all I had on was a lacy pair of bra and panties. At a little past eight the doorbell rang. I hurried downstairs leaving Loren alone in my bedroom. I opened the door and greeted Dave still just in my bathrobe, it was tied very loosely in the middle. I kissed him on the lips and the two of us had passionate embrace. Dave was wearing a shirt and jeans.

Then I stepped back from him and let the bath robe slip open. Dave's eyes nearly burst out of their sockets when he saw me just in the robe and underwear. I gestured for him to follow me into the living room. He happily followed. I told him to sit down on the couch and he did as he was told. I let the robe slip to the floor and stood there in front of him just in my underwear. Seductively I ran my hands down my body, stopping on my breasts to rub them slowly before continuing onto my pussy, which I rubbed through my panties. I then sat on Dave's lap and started to kiss him again, I could feel the fact that he was beginning to get hard so I started to rub my pussy against his cock. We continued kissing and I felt Dave starting to unclasp my bra. Dave loved playing with my breasts and I love having my nipples sucked as it gets me really wet. I took my bra off and threw it to one side. Dave greedily started to suck on my nipples. Taking one in his mouth and sucking and licking it hard and then switching to the other, whilst squeezing my breasts with his hands. I let him do this every so often. I started to undo his shirt and quickly took it off him. I began to run my hands across his chest, tweaking his nipples slightly. We continued like this for several minutes and then Dave traced one hand down to my panties.

I was enjoying teasing him and I wasn't allowing him to play with my pussy just yet, despite how wet I was. I got up off his lap and started to pull his jeans down. I pulled them completely off him. Leaving him just in his boxers. I quickly stripped him completely nude, freeing Dave's now hard cock. Dave wasn't too big about 8 inches long and quite thick. I got on my knees in front of him and grabbed his cock in one hand. Dave moaned as I touched him and knew what was about to happen. I really love to suck cock, I love the feeling of a guy's cock hardening in my mouth.

I started to jerk my hand up and down his length slowly. I started to swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock, licking it slowly. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked hard on it. Dave nearly came right then, but he had a good amount of staying power. I continued to jerk his shaft with one hand while sucking and licking the head while it was in my mouth. I released the tip from my mouth and ran my tongue down the length of his cock down to his balls, which I sucked in turn.. At this point my pussy was dying for some attention so I slipped my free hand back and started to rub my clit. I took the head of his cock back into my mouth and started to take more of his cock in my mouth. I like to think I'm pretty good at deepthroat, I could easily get all of Dave's cock in my mouth without gagging.

When he was deep in my mouth I sucked his cock hard again, while licking the underside of it while it was in my mouth. Slowly I dragged my lips up the length of his cock and then let it slip from my mouth. It was time to give Dave his present. I told him to shut his eyes before he got his gift. I took his hand in mine and led him upstairs to my bedroom. Loren was sat on the bed not making a sound. She was just wearing her underwear a skimpy white thong and matching bra. She smiled at the sight of me just in my panties and Dave naked and still utterly hard. I got on the bed next to Loren and told Dave to open his eyes.

The look on Dave's face as he opened his eyes was a mixture of lust, curiosity and slight embarrassment. Seeing Loren sat there next to me I don't think he was certain what was going on possibly he thought this was just a trick. Loren took the lead and said while staring at Dave's engorged cock.

"So Dave still want to fuck me?"

All Dave could do was nod.

"Happy birthday Dave. This is you're real present a threesome with Loren" I told him.

Dave's eyes instantly light up as a look crossed his face like he was the luckiest guy on earth. I couldn't help myself and moved one hand to Loren's breasts and started to caress them through her bra. Loren moaned a little and moved in closer to kiss me. The two of us began to kiss, our tongues intertwined, kissing each other deeply I continued to play with Loren's breasts rubbing her nipples through the bra a little roughly. Loren moaned quietly into my mouth and she reached her arms round her back and unclasped her bra. She took it off and playfully threw it at Dave. The two of us continued kissing and Loren started to play with my nipples as I rubbed hers between my fingers.

I looked over at Dave who seemed content watching his girlfriend kissing and playing with another girl. He was slowly jerking his cock to the sight of me and Loren kissing. As much as I was enjoying exploring Loren's body I really wanted to see her doing something with Dave. I broke off our kiss and said to her.

"Why don't you suck Dave's cock Loren?" I suggested.

"I'd love too." She replied.

Loren got up off the bed and headed over to Dave, she gripped his cock with one hand and started to jerk him off and leant into kiss him. It turned me on to see my boyfriend with another girl. The two of them continued kissing wildly embracing each other, while Loren jerked him faster and harder. She broke off their kiss and squatted down in front of him, she held his cock up high and started to lick the underside of his cock, while continuing to jerk him off. As much as this was turning me on as I had started to rub myself again I had to join in.

I went over to join them and got down on the floor beside Loren. I started to suck her nipples as she was sucking my boyfriend off. Loren moaned softly and moved her tongue down to Dave's ball. She slowly ran her tongue across Dave's balls, taking each one in her mouth and sucking it gently. I started to lick her nipples harder as she did this, squeezing her breasts with my hands. Loren licked back up Dave's cock and started to lick the tip of it. While continuing to suck on Loren's breasts I moved one hand down to her panties and started to rub her pussy through them. Loren let out a moan and took the head of Dave's cock inside her mouth. I could tell she was sucking him hard due to Dave's moans.

At this point I wanted to taste Loren's pussy more than ever. I moved down so I was laid with my head underneath her pussy and slipped her thong to one side. Looking upwards I could see Loren taking about half of Dave's cock in her mouth as she continued to suck and lick him hard. Loren squatted herself down a little more so I could eat her out. I stuck my tongue out licking Loren's pussy lips gently, with one hand I started to rub her clit. Loren let out a muffled moan as I did so, her mouth stuffed full of cock. I started to suck her pussy lips harder, loving how sweet her pussy tasted. I began rubbing her clit roughly between my fingers, making Loren moan again. With my other hand I pushed one finger up into her pussy, while continuing to suck her pussy lips and rub her clit.

Loren let Dave's cock slip from her mouth and let out a loud moan. "Your tongue feels so good Em." she moaned.

Encouraged I started to fuck her pussy with my finger, while taking her pussy lips in mouth and sucking them hard. I was rubbing Loren's clit even harder and could feel her pussy getting even wetter as I did so. Loren resumed her blowjob, now taking Dave fully into her mouth. I pushed a second finger into Loren's pussy and started to fingerfuck her harder. I was obviously hitting the right spots as she was moaning constantly. Just then Dave let out a loud moan after being quite for sometime. I knew he was going to cum soon. I carried on rubbing, licking and fucking Loren's pussy and she let out a very loud groan. Loren was about to cum and her body started to shake and her pussy contract around my fingers as her orgasm hit. I heard Dave moan again and Loren took half his cock in her mouth as he also started to cum. I watched Loren gulping down Dave's cum as I lapped up her pussy juices. Dave pulled his cock out of Loren's pussy and sprayed the last of his load over her face and breasts.

I licked Loren's pussy one last time getting a mouthful of her cum. I moved so I was sat beside her and we started kissing again. Loren still had a mouthful of Dave's cum and we exchanged cum and pussy juice in a messy kiss. I broke off our kiss and started licking up Dave's cum from Loren's breasts, while she scooped up the cum on her face with her fingers then licked them clean. We kissed again sharing the last of Dave's cum again. As well as loving to give blowjobs I also love the taste of cum. Loren ran her hands down to my pussy and started to rub me through my now soaked panties.

"Em I know you're really horny but can Dave fuck me first?" Loren asked.

Loren was right I was very horny and dying to be fucked but I really wanted to see Loren riding Dave's cock. "Sure, I don't mind."

Dave spoke up for the first time in ages. " I want to see Loren eat you while I fuck her." He said.

"I'd love to eat Em's pussy." Loren replied.

"I can't wait to feel Loren's tongue inside me." I said.

I quickly pulled off my panties revealing my neatly shaved pussy. Loren did the same her pussy was completely bald except for a little strip of hair above her pussy. I got up on the bed and rested my back up against the pillows, spreading my legs wide so Loren could eat my pussy. Loren moved up in front of me and kissed me again on the lips I could still taste Dave's cum on her lips. She broke of our kiss and got down on all fours in front of me, her big breasts hanging down sexily. She had her ass stuck up in the air facing Dave. Dave got in behind Loren and started to rub her pussy with his fingers, he coated them in her juices and then licked them clean.

I loved watching the two of them together. Dave had slipped one hand down to Loren's pussy and was rubbing her clit with one hand, with his other he was slowly rubbing the head of his cock up and down Loren's soaking pussy lips. Loren was moaning lightly as Dave did this waiting for Dave to fill her up with cock. I realised Dave had entered Loren as her eyes light up with lust as he pushed his cock into her. She let out a loud groan as Dave filled her pussy with his cock. I was playing with my nipples as I watched the two of them. Dave held Loren's hips as he started to fuck her, pushing his cock fully into her slowly and then pulling back out of her again. Loren leaned forward and ran her tongue down my pussy lips. The feeling of her tongue against my pussy was electric and made me shudder.

Loren started to lick my pussy lips, moving her tongue across them in long slow strokes teasingly. I let out little moans as she did so. I continued to play with my nipples, roughly squeezing them between my fingers adding to my pleasure. Loren was continuously moaning as she licked me, Dave was driving his cock deep into her pussy as he started to fuck her a little faster, pushing his cock into her a little more forcefully. Loren took me by surprise by sticking a finger into my pussy, she started to stroke the inner folds of my pussy with her finger. She moved her tongue up onto my clit and started licking it in circle with her tongue.

I watched Dave hold Loren's hips tighter as he started to fuck her hard. I could hear his balls slapping against Loren's pussy whenever he drove his cock hard into her. Loren let out another loud moan as my boyfriend started to fuck her hard.

"You're cock feels fucking amazing in my tight pussy" Loren exclaimed.

Loren started to finger my pussy pushing three fingers into me. I moaned again at this invasion the feeling of Loren's fingers fucking me hard as she continued to lick my clit. She started to lick my clit harder occasionally taking it into her mouth and sucking hard on it, which caused me to moan loudly. I started to run one hand through Loren's hair as he continued to eat my pussy, all the time watching my boyfriend fucking her hard. I ran my hand down to Loren's nipples and started to squeeze them between my fingers.

Loren took her fingers from my pussy and moved them up to my clit, she started to rub it in the same way she had been licking me. She dragged her tongue down my pussy down to my sopping wet entrance and pushed her tongue inside me. I moaned as she did and could feel my pussy starting to tingle as she started to eat me out. I saw that Dave had started to rub Loren's clit as he fucked her. Loren was moaning into my pussy as Dave fucked her really hard, he would slam his cock deep into her and then pull out and then slam it back into her. Loren was pushing her hips back in time with his thrusts forcing his cock deeper into her.

Loren was now licking my pussy hard and rubbing my clit hard between her fingers. I was crying out in ecstasy as she did feeling my orgasm start build. I could tell Loren was close to a second orgasm too due to how frequently she was moaning. I started to play with my nipples hard as I felt my orgasm start. My body shook wildly and my pussy contracted around Loren's tongue as I came. I heard Loren cry out as well as she too had another orgasm. Dave kept on fucking her as Loren came on his cock.

Loren took her tongue from my pussy her face covered in my juices. As she did so Dave moaned and I could tell he was going to cum.

"Cum in her pussy" I told him.

"Fill my pussy with cum." Loren told him.

Dave forced his cock deep into Loren and moaned again. He held her hips tight as he came in her pussy. Loren moaned she felt Dave's cock erupting inside her. Dave lasted for several minutes before withdrawing from Loren. I could see that his cock was slick with a mixture of his cum and Loren's pussy juice. He moved round and brought his cock up my lips so I could lick it all off. Loren got up and got on the other side of me. Dave stuck his cock between us and the pair of us cleaned up Dave's cock, each of us licking on side of it. Dave moaned as our tongues went to work on his cock.

Slightly exhausted Dave laid down on the bed next to Loren and me. I looked over at Dave's cock, which was now starting to get a little soft I was now dying for a fuck and Dave must have realised that too except Dave had no idea as to the other little surprise I had for him. I knew Dave would need a little time before he would be able to fuck me though but Loren's pussy was looking very inviting. I could see that Dave's cum was dribbling out of her pussy slowly.

"Why don't you girls eat each out for a bit." Dave suggested.

Loren took the lead and lay down fully on the bed between facing away Dave and me. I turned away from her lying on top of her so my face was near her pussy. Loren stuck her tongue back into my pussy making me moan once more. I did the same sticking my own tongue deep into Loren, starting to lick up her pussy juices and Dave's cum. The mixture of the two tasted gorgeous and I started greedily lapping it all up. Loren was licking my pussy hard, she pushed a finger into my pussy while licking me. I let out a grunt as she started to fuck my pussy with her finger, while licking me at the same time.

I looked over at Dave who was now hard once again and was jerking his cock to the sight of Loren and me in the 69 position. Dave watched us for a few more minutes before her got up and came round behind me. He started to rub his cock against my pussy lips, while Loren continued to eat me out. Loren knew Dave was going to fuck me so she started to lick my clit. I moaned loudly as Dave entered my pussy, pushing his cock fully into me. As much as I loved the feeling of him inside my pussy I wanted to try his cock in my asshole.




The Birthday Present



Ernie Sherman wasn't your typical, grumpy, old man. Even though he was nearing his big 60th birthday, he was as lively and energetic as ever. His wife, Karen, had arranged for the entire family to come over for his birthday party, and come over, they did. 

The whole Sherman clan showed up and they were all drunk within a half hour. Everyone was laughing and having a great time, especially Ernie and Karen's daughter, Kylie, whom they had flown in from New York, where she was studying law.

Kylie was 28 and a very pretty girl, with warm, hazel eyes and long, curly, blonde hair. She was in great shape and didn't have an ounce of fat on her bones. Her ass was well-rounded and her breasts fit snugly into a C cup. Even though he was her father, Ernie couldn't help being turned on by her incredible body. He tried to blame it on his drunkenness, but he still felt ashamed.

By midnight, the last of the Sherman crew had left, and Karen, exhausted from a day of cooking and entertaining had collapsed into bed, leaving Ernie and Kylie in the living room, sipping coffee and watching Conan.

When the show was over, Ernie kissed his daughter on the cheek and got up to head to him and Karen's bedroom. He was stopped, however, by Kylie, who seized his hand and sat him back down. He eyed her questionably, but didn't say anything. She moved closer to him and traced a finger on his chest.

"Daddy, I never did give you a birthday present..."

He smiled sheepishly.

"That's all right, honey...I don't-"

She cut him off, as she grabbed his hand and brought it to her chest, displayed proudly in a low-cut, v-neck top. His fingers made contact with her soft breast and he gulped nervously.

"Um, Kylie, I-"

She stopped him again by shoving her hand down on the bulge in his lap, taking the shaft into her fist and slowly working it through his pants. He started to breathe heavy, and sunk his fingers further into her chest. She grinned and bit her lower lip, still pumping his cock in and out of her hand. Meanwhile, Ernie had succeeded in ripping off his daughter's shirt and bra, and was now massaging her naked boobs, softly pinching her nipples. She seemed to enjoy this and took a break from jerking him off to allow him a suck on each of her breasts. He loved this, and slurped every inch of her soft, young skin, shoving as much titflesh into his mouth as he possibly could.

While he sucked on her chest, Kylie had pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees and was hungrily eyeing his glistening shaft. He had noticed her expression and finally released her breast from his mouth, giving it one more lick as she pulled away and kneeled before him.

Kylie swallowed once and grabbed his cock, moving it toward her mouth. She brushed the head against her soft lips and then slid her tongue up and down the entire underside. He shuddered with pleasure and ran his hands all over the back of her head, playing with her hair and smiling.

Kylie slapped her father's dick against her tongue repeatedly before she finally stopped her teasing and slid the first few inches into her mouth and sucked him like a machine. Ernie tried to keep his moans silent, fearing that he would wake his wife. 

Kylie continued slurping Ernie's cock for a good five minutes, taking small breaks to lovingly kiss his balls and rub his hot manhood against her face.

Ernie warned his daughter that he was approaching his climax, and she nodded, popping his shaft out of her mouth and starting to work it with her hand again, this time, much more fast and vigorously. She aimed down her throat and watched as he shot his load all over her lips. She shook the last few drops onto her titties, and allowed her father to work it in, squeezing and massaging her chest. She, on the other hand, sucked him back into her mouth and licked up the last few drops. 

When they were finally done, the both collapsed back onto the couch, Ernie's cock still exposed and Kylie still topless. She leaned over and kissed her father on the cheek, cooing a soft "Happy Birthday" into his ear and then walking off to go to bed, allowing her father to spank her once on her round ass before she left.

Ernie knew that what had just happened was wrong, but hey, you're only 60 once.



The Birthday Present



This story was written with affection for a friend of mine. It's short and sweet. I hope y'all like it as much as he does.

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The Birthday Present

She was waiting for him when he came home from practice. It was late; the kids were sleeping at friends' houses. They were alone in the house, she had arranged it carefully. It was his birthday and they'd started it with a bang. They were about to end it the same way. 

She had woken up around 6 a.m. to surprise him. She'd tiptoed into the bathroom and made herself fresh. A quick wash and a dance with the toothbrush, all done as quietly and quickly as possible – he always woke if she wasn't there. She had slipped back into bed and there he was, conveniently lying on his back. She slipped down to waist level and starting stroking his cock with short, quick laps of her tongue.

He moaned, stretching a little bit. He opened his eyes and looked towards her. "Hey mama, what a great way to wake up."

She paused and smiled back at him. "Happy birthday!"

"Oh? Is it my birthday?" He asked playfully. He sat up, pulling her into his arms and kissing her deeply. She placed one hand on his cheek and explored his chest with the other. She felt his cock thicken against her thigh and shifted so she was kneeling between his legs... 

From there the love making was leisurely and very pleasurable. 

She smiled at the memory. It had been an excellent way to start the day. She was nervous as she waited for him to shower and come into the bedroom. This night would be the culmination of everything they'd been talking about. He thought she'd be asleep by now, but she wasn't. The room was softly lit with candles and she was waiting in a negligee of cascading red satin. She waited, listening to the noises of his homecoming.

He was trying very hard to be quiet, but he was also in a hurry. He slipped into the master bath from the hallway entrance, stripping his clothes from his long, lean frame as he went. He glanced at the bedroom door and gave his thick cock a stroke, smiling at the memory of the morning. He reached into the shower and played with the knobs until it was hot enough.

The shower was over quickly, he was anxious to slip into bed with his woman. He dried off, making sure he wiped the water from the thick hair on his chest. He brushed his teeth, took a pee and by the time he flicked off the bathroom light he was thinking about the best way to wake her up. He stepped into the room and stopped short in surprise.

"Hi." She smiled softly.

"Hey woman. What are you doing still up?" He walked close to her, sliding a hand over the satin covering her hip.

"I was waiting for you." She looked at him, stroking his face with her hands, her love for him in her eyes. "I have missed many birthdays. I wanted to make this one special." She hugged him, pressing her large breasts against his broad furry chest. 

He smiled down on her. "I love you little mama. I am glad we are together again." He kissed her, brushing his hands over her shoulders and pushing the straps of the negligee down her arms. The satin slid to the floor and she moaned softly as the thick, crinkly hair teased her nipples.

"Oh you like that do you?" He grabbed her tight, pinning her arms behind her back and rubbed his chest all over her breasts, pulling back enough so that he just rubbed her nipples at times. He was tickling and arousing her at the same time. She bit her lip, trying to muffle her laughter. 

She squirmed away from him and pushed him back. "Wait! Wait! I have a present for you."

He immediately let her go, curious. "What is it?"

She stepped to the bed and leaned over, putting her ass in the air, to reach underneath. He stroked an appreciative hand over her flank with a small noise of pleasure. She giggled and stood back up. She handed him the large, bright coloured bag. Ribbons and tissue paper overflowed the top and he arched one eyebrow at her as he yanked it out. He piled the tissues on the bed and the ribbons were wound through her hair, turning her into a birthday present. Finally he got down to the box. 

He looked at it, then at her, then back at the box. Slowly he pulled it out. It was a wooden box, about 10 by 10 by 6 inches, made of a rich, dark wood. It was very plain. Inscribed on the top were two interlocking circles, their names just below. A small padlock held the box closed, the key tied to it with a ribbon. He opened the box slowly. 

She smiled nervously. He did a bit of a double take. "Are you serious?"

"Yes. You know I am. We've talked about this for a long time."

Inside were two sets of wide leather cuffs. They were suspension cuffs, custom made for her wrists and ankles. He considered what this meant. She had been teaching him about the BDSM lifestyle since they had got back together. She had shown him how to restrain her, shown him some aspects of discipline, how to Dominate her but they hadn't gotten into serious bondage. 

The cuffs were butter soft black leather with a fur lining. They were two inches wide with a locking buckle and two D-rings on each one. They were serious cuffs and would help her easily support her weight. 

"I made some alterations to the room as well, and there are two more things in the bag." She held out a wrist and he locked the cuff around it. She smiled and stroked it.

He decided he liked the way the black leather looked against her pale skin and locked the rest of them around her. He went one step further and locked the wrist cuffs together in front of her with one of the padlocks. Then he looked in the bag. Again, he looked at her in surprise. Inside was a bag with 50 feet of 1/8 inch nylon sailing rope. He spied a bit more black leather below it. He pulled out the rope and the leather. 

It was a flogger. Eighteen, fifteen inch 'fingers' and a 7 inch handle. He grinned. This was better quality, and much longer, than the one she had taught him with. He flicked it expertly, enjoying the weight and length, it was a perfect fit. He eyed her speculatively. "This is a great gift!"

She lowered her eyes, assuming a subtle submissive pose. "Thank you," she said quietly, "I had the flogger made custom." She brought both hands up to tangle her fingers in the hair on his chest. "You are a uniquely made man, my love; you needed something made just for you."

He kissed her mouth. "What changes have you made to the room?"

She pointed to the ceiling in the sitting area. The furniture had been moved back and in the ceiling were a pair of industrial hooks. A low footstool stood nearby.

"I definitely approve!" He grabbed the rope and dumped the bag on the bed. He discovered it was in three pieces. One about 4 feet long, the other two were 24 feet long each. He picked up the short piece and one of the others. He grabbed her wrist cuffs and pulled her to the spot below the hook. 

He threaded the rope through a D-ring on each wrist then wound it around and through again to be sure it was secure. He reached up and looped the rope over the hook. He pulled until her arms were over her head then pushed he stool in front her. She stepped up and he tightened the rope, making certain it would support her. He then tied her ankles together with the short piece.

"Are you ready?"

She gripped the rope with both hands and pulled, bracing herself. "Yes Sir."

He braced her body with one arm around her hips and removed the foot stool. He let go, slowly and she swung free. He studied her for a moment. "You look beautiful." He stepped close and, to his delight, found he didn't have to bend his 6'7" frame too far to meet her lips. He kissed her thoroughly, making her moan and try to press against him. He teased her nipples, then her pussy with his hands. He stepped away to pick up the flogger leaving her hanging, aroused and wet.

He stepped around her and caressed her lightly with the flogger. Then he stepped back and took a swing, flicking his wrist at the last second. He started gently. The flogger struck her with a soft crack and she moaned. Faint pink lines appeared on her backside. He made a sound of satisfaction at the marks and her reaction. He swung again, she moaned, her back arching, as more lines appeared, slightly darker than the first. 

He found his rhythm and lost himself in it, strike after strike landing on her back, ass and thighs. He covered her in a cross hatching of red lines. Her body swung with each strike as they got harder and she twisted, trying to escape, while her mouth begged him for more. 

He stepped to the front and started on her breasts and belly. By the time he was done she was panting with need, tears streaming down her face. He was rock hard and staring at her hungrily. He bent down and untied her ankles. She let her legs hang, not daring to guess his plans. He pulled her body to him and fitted himself inside, driving that big, big cock deep inside in one stroke.

She screamed as her impending orgasm crested and he wrapped her legs around his waist. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and fucked her hard. His hands danced over the stripes and welts on her back side, before moving to her front to do the same. He pinched her nipples, pulling and twisting them.

He spread his feet, bracing himself better and fucked her harder. Hard and fast, till the sweat poured off him. He bit her neck as he slammed into her one last time, feeling her almost continuous cumming as her pussy rippled around his cock, squeezing, releasing, squeezing, and pulling his release from him. His balls emptied into her, overflowing her and she shuddered, crying in response to the overwhelming sensations. 

He held her, stroking her softly, standing there with her impaled still, as she came down and he softened. Reaching up he untied the rope and pulled it from the cuffs. He set her down, catching her when she swayed unsteadily. He took her to the edge of the bed and sat her down while he searched the box for the key to the padlocks. 

After he unwrapped the leather from around her wrists and ankles he ran the bath. He set her in the tepid water and watched over her as she dozed. She smiled sleepily at him at one point, "Happy birthday, my love."

"Oh," he said softly, "It definitely was little one." 



The Birthday Present



The two beautiful women sat at the table in Irene's kitchen sipping coffee and talking. Irene, an elegant tall blonde was an attractive contrast to her vivacious and petite brunette friend, Denise. 

Denise had just taken a sip of her creamy coffee and was savouring the warm flavorful taste on her tongue when Denise started choking on her carelessly swallowed mouthful.

Laughing, Irene quickly jumped up to pat her friend on the back. With her eyes still watering and gasping for a breath between coughs, Denise turned to Irene and said, "WHAT'd you say?" Grinning at her very dear friend, Irene repeated her request. "Come on Denise, you heard me. It is Tom's birthday on Saturday and I want you to be his very special birthday present." 

Denise could not believe her ears as she shook her head at Irene's shocking request, and whispered, "Why?" Irene patiently explained to Denise in a tone that she would normally use for the very young or the mentally inept.

"You're 24 years old and beautiful; you're sexy and as crazy as I am and you're exactly what any 35 year old man would love for his birthday but the most important part is you are my best friend and you know how much I love Tom. I trust you to be his gift and nothing more." "Oh Irene, I don't know? Are you sure?" Denise frowned at the crazy, grinning blond sitting across the table from her. 

When Irene realized that her friend was going to do it, she got up and came around the table to hug her. She knew her best friend would not let her down, "I'm sure." She answered.

As if planned that way, Tom's birthday fell on a Saturday. Denise arrived early to what she now referred to her as her 'nutty friend's apartment', to prepare herself to be his gift. If stripping down to nothing and wearing a big red bow around her neck was considered getting ready. For the tenth time since Irene suggested this, she thought to herself that she must be nuts for doing it. 

Denise had bathed, shaved, creamed and perfumed herself at home. She had also applied her make up to her already beautiful face and expertly swept her hair up into an untidy knot, for that soft messy seductive look, men always seemed to love. Unbeknownst to Tom, his birthday present was ready and waiting and nervously standing in his living room waiting for him to return from the office.

Irene sent Tom on a wild goose chase to give them time to prepare. She told him that his boss had called earlier and said he was stopping by for that report she knew Tom had left on his desk at the office. Luckily, Tom had told her the night before that his boss had a big meeting in Seattle, so pretending his boss had called for it sounded completely feasible. 

Tom left the apartment in a lousy mood, not pleased at all to have to go to the office on his day off and not just any day off but his birthday. Knowing he had no choice Tom left to get the errand done and over with. Pleased with herself, Irene watched her grown husband leave for the office like a little boy having to go cut the lawn instead of going off to play with his friends.

Irene got herself ready by slipping on her long sheer baby blue nightgown, knowing it was one of Tom's favourites. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could see that she looked nothing short of spectacular. With a naughty smile, Irene whispered, 'This is going to be some birthday, Tom.'

A short time later, Irene heard the familiar footfalls just outside the apartment door. With her heart pounding loudly and the blood rushing through her veins, she hurried to open it for him. Surprised that the door had opened before his hand had even reached the knob, Tom stepped into the apartment. With a big smile he looked at his sexy wife dressed in his favourite attire and planted a big sloppy kiss on her lovely soft lips. Pulling away, Irene took a moment to smile into her husband's blue eyes before turning his body to face the living room so he could clearly see his birthday present. 

Tom's eyes widen as he saw his wife's lovely friend Denise standing naked but for a big red bow around her slim neck. Slowly Tom realized that this lovely creature was to be his birthday present. Irene grinned at the big smile plastered on her husband's face as the realization set in.

Tom had mentioned several times to his wife, that that he would love to make love to two women at the same time, but he had never really expected that his fantasy would ever come true. In total awe Tom turned his eyes back to the fidgety but exceptionally beautiful Denise. Taking his big hand in hers, Irene led Tom into the living room. Stopping in front of his 'birthday present', Irene stepped aside. 

Denise , totally unsure of what to do next decided that the best move was to get the show on the road, so she stepped forward and on tip-toes she leaned in to kiss his lips and whisper, 'Happy Birthday, Tom.' Her naked breasts crushed to his chest as he pulled her close to kiss her back. 

As their lips parted, Denise slid her hands down his warm strong chest and slid her slender fingers beneath the buttons of his shirt and undid them, one by one. As Denise began to undress him, Tom glanced over at his sexy wife noting that she had stepped away when her best friend came to wish him a Happy Birthday. He frowned as he noticed that she was standing with her arms crossed over her luscious breasts just watching the scene as it unfolded. Her body language was talking loud and clear but because this was her idea, Tom just turned back to Denise thinking he'd just give her a little time and they'd see where this goes.

Denise tugged the shirttail from his buttoned pants and swiftly slipped the shirt down his back before tossing it aside. Coming even closer, she caressed his chest enjoying the feel of her fingers as they ran through the soft hair covering his pecs. As her fingers traced the line of hair from his chest to his belly, she felt the fine soft hair turn dense and coarse. Nimble fingers expertly tucked into the waistband of his pants as she quickly buttoned them. Tom sucked in his breath as her busy little fingers accidentally grazed the moistened tip of his already hard cock. The sound of his zipper being lowered by Denise's pink tipped fingers clamored loudly in the tense room. 

Denise knelt down before him and helped Tom slip navy Dockers down his long lean legs. Soft fingers slipped into the waistband of his shorts and with a tug they followed his pants to the floor. Her hot breath was just inches away from his engorged penis and Tom thought he would explode right then and there. Reaching to his sides, he quickly disposed of his socks himself. Now Tom was as naked as Denise. 

Irene tried to stifle a gasp as she watched her friend grip her husband's hard cock, but it was too late; they both heard it and Tom was the first to turn his head to see if his pretty wife was ok. Tom could see the struggle in his wife's eyes as she tried desperately to cope with the situation that she herself had created.

Just as Denise was about to take Tom's throbbing cock inside her mouth, he felt her moist breath and he ached. His eyes looked back to his wife and seeing her still struggling he knew he had to do something. With Herculean strength he pulled his cock from Denise's inviting mouth. Tom turned and asked Irene to slip off her gown so she could join in the naked party.

Without hesitation she did as he had asked. The soft pretty blue gossamer gown flew across to land on a chair nearby as Irene pulled it up from the hem and let it fly. Her long silky blond hair bounced back to her soft shoulders and Tom let his eyes take in her beautiful body but he still noticed the sadness glistening in her eyes. Without losing eye contact with those of his wife, Tom sat down naked on their couch as he gripped his own hot, pulsating cock. 

A little startled and unsure of where to go from here, Denise looked over at Irene to see what was going on. She was just in time to see the grateful smile her friend gave her husband, silently thanking him for understanding. Tom smiled back at her and with that smile he told Irene that everything would be just fine from now on. 

Tom leaned back on the sofa and opened his legs. He took his cock in hand and began to slowly stroke himself as he stared at the two lovely naked beauties before him. Deciding that this night could still be very exciting he decided to take control of the rest of the evening.

In a warm husky voice, Tom asked Irene, "Go to Denise and 'open' my birthday present for me?" 

Smiling gratefully at her husband for his surprisingly intuitive insight during this startling dilemma, Irene happily went over to Denise to slowly untie the big, red bow from her neck. Raising her arm in the air with the ribbon dangling from her fingers, she dropped it to the floor in a warm thick pile. 

Shaking his head from side to side, Tom thanked his wife but said, "That's not what I meant honey, but its ok for now."

Tom laughed when he saw the lines of confusion crease both their foreheads in wonder at what he did mean. Not wanting to waste any more time, Tom said, "Kiss her, Irene. I want to watch you kiss her."

Although, they had been good friends for a very long time, Denise and Irene had never considered experimenting with anything even remotely bi-sexual. But Irene wanted so much to make up for her unsettled jealousy that she found herself actually thankful to Tom for giving her a way out of her self-inflicted predicament. Irene looked to her friend for her approval with this new change of events. Denise caught on quickly and eagerly nodded her consent. Taking the lead, the taller Irene bent to the shorter Denise and placed her soft red lips on her paler pink ones. Simultaneously, the women opened their eyes in mutual shock at how erotic the kiss was. Never in their wildest dreams did they expect such a gentle, tender kiss to be so hot.

Tentatively, the tip of Irene's moist tongue slipped out and it was quickly invited in as Denise opened her mouth wider. Denise didn't waste anytime either as she allowed her tongue to dance with Irene's. The moment was frozen in time and they both felt the passion of the kiss and that was all that mattered. They forgot that Tom was watching them and that they had only intended for it to be a 'show'. Moving closer into each other's naked arms, they wrapped themselves in the warmth and softness of each other's body. They were totally unaware of the erotic scene they created for Tom. They looked so beautiful. 

Fascinated by sensation of their naked breasts touching each other, they melted into each others arms. A little breathless, their kiss finally ended. Shocked themselves by the responses from their own bodies, they soon realized that they both were barely holding in a flood of womanly juices deep inside themselves. Their naked breasts were flushed pink and heaved slightly as they tried to catch their breath. Four lovely nipples, all nicely puckered bumped against each other causing an electric current of arousal to shoot through them with each touch. Tom was in his glory! What a sight! Absently, Tom sat stroking himself a little harder and a little faster as he watched the women in their erotic moment. As he stroked he thought of the way he was going to ask them to push themselves deeper for their pleasure as well as his.

With an idea in mind, he reluctantly released his cock to move the long rectangle coffee table into just the right position. Carefully, he lined it up with his place on the sofa so he wouldn't miss a thing while the ladies played. Once he was satisfied with the layout, he took Denise by the hand and led her to the table. He encouraged her without the use of words to sit on the table and then lay back with each foot placed on either side.

Denise shivered as the cold smooth surface of the table hit her back but the real reason she shivered was because of the look on the faces of her two friends as they stared unabashedly at her wet, shaven sex that was in full view.

Tom took his eyes from Denise's prize to look at the pure lust on his wife's face as her eyes were glued to the feminine folds of her best friend. He only took a moment to silently reflect on how wonderful this birthday present was turning out to be.

Denise knew her nipples were bullet hard just as she knew that her smooth nether lips were glistening from the honey she felt flow like molten lava during one of the most erotic kisses she had experienced so far in her young life. As she looked up she saw that Tom had returned to the sofa and Irene was staring at her lustfully. She shivered when she heard Tom's voice again.

'Honey, open my present for me'

Looking back at Tom, Irene saw that her husband was stroking his erection slowly but with hard pressed restraint. Not quite sure what her husband was asking her, Irene looked into his face. She read his request there. His eyes told her what his mouth did not. With a tiny nod, Irene showed him she understood this time.

Kneeling down next to Denise, who looked as inviting as the willing sacrifice she was, she touched her. For the first time in her life, Irene's fingers spread open the smooth labia that were not her own. Not only did the scent of the aroused woman float softly in the air, the smacking sound of suction as her lips spread apart and the sight of her shiny juice dribbling down her slit sent Irene over the edge and Tom was not far behind.

Opening her lips wider, Irene and Tom enjoyed the sight of her pretty pink shell like skin, so smooth and inviting. Grimacing as he tried to slow his stroking and hold back his point of no return, Tom blurted out only two words, 'Kiss her'

Irene didn't even look up at her husband; she just got up from her knees to go kiss Denise again; the delicious erotic memory of the last kiss was still very vivid on her mind. Tom quickly saw that his wife was going to misinterpret his request barely squeaked out a 'wait'

Turning to Tom, Irene saw the sheen of sweat that covered his brow, his lip, his chest and she knew he was hanging on by a thread. The swollen head of his cock looked ripe and ready to burst at any moment. Irene looked into his eyes and could see that Tom couldn't even speak; he just shook his head no and looked down to the wet waiting cunt inviting someone, something, anything. Smiling her understanding, Irene knelt down to her friend again.

Irene's thumbs gently spread the swollen, silky labia wide, and then carefully pulled back the hood that protected her clit. Irene's tongue shyly slipped out and the tip slowly flicked across the bud. Denise screamed. Her hips rose and bucked right off of the table and met Irene's mouth with full force but quickly brought her hips back down away from her mouth as if the passion was too much. Irene didn't care, her mouth clamped over the soft pliable bud and sucked for all she was worth, not letting go and enjoying the scent and taste as much as Denise was enjoying being tasted.

Tom was in agony but an agony he did not want to be saved from. The sight of his wife's red manicured thumb holding back the hood of her friend's clit almost made him spew his seed across the room. His eyes glued to the scene as his wife released the bud only long enough to bury her tongue deep in the folds of her friend's cunt sucking greedily at the juices spilling out. The sounds of slurping and moans from both of the women enjoying their play heedless of his spying eyes pushed Tom to the brink.

Tom's moans joined with the women's as hot jets of white come shot from the head of his swollen cock. Spurt after spurt as if it would never end shot out across the room. One creamy blob landed on the table, the carpet and one last drip landed on the soft inside of Denise's milky thigh very close to her wet fragrant pussy. As Tom continued to stroke and milk every last drop from his body, his eyes slowly looked up just in time to see his wife slip her pink tongue out to lap up the come from her friend's thigh. Her tongue licked greedily just like a kitten would with a delicious bowl of cream.

All Tom could do was think, 'My God, what a great birthday present! How will she top this next year?'

© 2005, Misty's Erotic Stories (rewrite)

© 1998, Misty's Erotic Stories



The Birthday Present



A quick glance at my silver wristwatch, a quiet curse escapes my lips. Damn, late again, Sophia is going to KILL me. Hmm.. I dial her number on the cell phone and wait as I listen to the rings. The answering machine picks up, her voice low and soothing, followed by the incongruous BEEEEP. 

"Sophia, I lost track of time, I am going to be late for dinner, dont kill me please. I am going to stop by the house and shower and I will be there as soon as I can."

With a click I flip the clamshell of the phone closed and toss it into the passenger seat. Looking into the rearview mirror, I chuckle and look for any wrinkles that may have decided to pop up on my 25th birthday. Grinning and thanking my mother and father silently for Asian genes, I guide the car into the driveway, the house dark save for the porch light. I miss the long days of summer. Stopping at the mail box I gather the envelopes and thumb through them as I walk up the path to the door. Bill, bill, bill, credit card application, Singles service invitation (how the hell did my name get on THAT mailing list - mental note to kill Sophia), and yet another bill. Sighing, I tuck the mail under my arm and unlock the door. Tosses the mail onto the table in the foyer, I shrug out of my coat, tossing it over the side of the chair. Whew... long day.. stepping out of my heels and enjoying the feel of carpet under my feet, I walk up stairs and stop midway as I see a window open on the living room. Odd. I thought I had closed all of those. Turning and coming back down I shut the window, thankful that this was a quiet and safe neighborhood. 

Heading back upstairs I turn the shower on, peeling my clothes from me as I wait for the water to heat up. I reach up to free my hair from the bun, when hands come around from behind me and clamp down on my mouth as I start to scream, silencing me and I am pulled backwards against a very firm and solid body. The thick and hard length pressing up against my ass undeniably male, undeniably aroused. A low voice whispers in my ear and I can feel a beard brush against my shoulder. "Quiet little girl.. and you won't get hurt." A hand snakes around to stroke the bare skin of my belly, and warm lips suckle at my neck. Angry, I start to struggle, and the hand over my mouth clamps down, the other pinches a nipple painfully as teeth sink into my shoulder, and I whimper. "Don't test my patience little girl..." I nod my head slightly and the grip loosens and lips and tongue soothe the mark on my shoulder. My heart was racing, this doesn't happen to me, this happens to other women, in dark alleys. 

My body tenses as your hand slips from my nipples to the mound of my pussy. You stroke a finger against my shaven lips and my mind reels at the sensation, the gentle caress, and you continue the feather light strokes, as your mouth suckles against the nape of my neck. Traitorous body... I feel my lips grow wet, and tears start to come as the frustration, anger, fear, and yes desire envelop me. Moaning into your hand as I feel fingers start to slide around my clit and dip into me. "If you promise to be quiet... I will take my hand off your mouth." I nod silently, ready to bolt toward the door. You sense my body tensing and whisper to me "If you run little girl, you will be punished..." My heart is thundering, your hand slips off my mouth, and you turn me around to face you. my hands move to your chest and I whisper raggedly, "Please.. don't do this... you know you don't want to do this."

You smile a bit and quirk an eyebrow. "Why in the world would I not want to taste on such as you..." Your mouth descends on mine, the kiss passionate and brutal, my lips aching. I push at your chest, struggling now, not wanting to give into you or to myself, murmuring over and over, "No.. I wont let this happen" Pressing my back up against the wall I am completely pinned, your hands brushing over my skin, angry at my body's response to your touch. "Quiet little girl... you may... enjoy me... as I plan to enjoy you..." I hear a zipper, and a cry is muffled as your lips take mine again. My fists landing on your shoulders, barely registering, then a gasp as your hands hook under my thighs lifting me up, and you slide into me. Shocked into silence, unable to breathe, or move, or think, I feel the thickness of you, deep inside me, and you are still as well. I groan out loud, and feel your hands cup my ass, squeezing it painfully, leaving the marks of your hands, and you lift me up and down on your cock. 

Feeling my pussy respond and start to squeeze and milk you, my head falls forward to hide my face in your shoulder. The rhythm increases and I can feel that I am not the only one surprised by the exquisite sensation, your teeth nip into my shoulder and your muffled moans drive me to distraction. My fists become hands clutching and raking at your shoulders and I feel my climax rush over me, as I scream out my satisfaction, feeling you pound into me, my pussy convulses over your cock and your shout mingles with my moans as I feel your release inside me.

Moments later, still with you holding me up, I feel you cradle me in your arms and lay me on the bed. Taking a wet cloth you clean the lips of my pussy, your cum still ebbing out of me. The gentle touch of your hands shocks me, leaving me dizzy and unable to speak. Tucking me into the bed, your hand strokes my hair and you whisper, "Sleep little girl..." and I let my eyes close.

Hours later I wake, thinking it must have been a dream, but I could smell your skin on me, and my pussy ached with the feeling of you inside me. A little white envelope was on my beside table. Taking it and opening it, it read simply... Happy Birthday Nancy - I hope you enjoyed my gift... Sophia. 



The Birthday Present



Kasey and I were twins, not identical twins but fraternal twins. In other words, we looked a lot alike but were not identical.

And we certainly did not think alike. Our parents, who had a $3.5 million house in La Jolla, were quite wealthy, and I had grown up to be a Richard Nixon-type Republican conservative, while Kasey had grown up to be a Bill Clinton-type "Anything goes" liberal. Go figure.

Both of us were quite bright, so after high school, I had enrolled at Stanford, and Kasey had gone to UCLA.

My eighteenth birthday was coming up that weekend when I got a call at school from Kasey.

"Hi, little brother," she said.

"I'm not your little brother. I'm actually eight minutes older than you."

"That's right, but I always thought of you as my younger more innocent brother."

"You're probably right about that. What do you want?"

"You have spring break coming up next week, don't you?"

"Yes."

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing. Study."

"I was going to go up to the cabin at Arrowhead, and I was wondering if you would like to meet me there?"

Our parents owned a summer cabin on the shore of Lake Arrowhead. Actually, it was a "cabin" that was worth about $500,000. 

"Why would I want to do that?" I asked.

"I don't know. Our eighteenth birthday is coming up this Saturday, and I wondered if you remember what I said I was going to give you on our eighteenth birthday?"

A little background is needed here. Like most twins, Kasey and I had grown up very close and were each other's best friends. I'm embarrassed to admit it now, but we used to play sex games together, like "Doctor" and "You show me yours, and I'll show you mine." At a pretty innocent age, I had experienced my first oral sex from Kasey, and I had performed the same on her. But as I said: It's not something I would like to talk about. I was very young then.

"Yes, I remember, but I think the condition was if we were both still virgins."

"Well, I'm not, how about you?"

"I'm not either."

"Still, a promise is a promise. Why don't you come up to the cabin anyway? It will be nice to get away from the city."

I sighed. "Okay, why not? Are you bringing anyone?"

"No, it will just be the two of us."

It was a perfect autumn day when I arrived at the cabin, and I had turned eighteen just that morning—as had Kasey. I saw from her little red Toyota that she was already there. I had a more suitable BMW.

"Hi little brother!" she cried as I walked in. She was dwarfed by the "cabin," which in its furnishings looked like something out of Architectural Digest. Kasey was dressed in designer jeans, a UCLA gray sweatshirt, and white tennis shoes. And I guess I should mention at this point that she was an absolute knockout when it came to looks. She looked like a cross between two actresses: Mischa Barton and Lindsay Lohan. She was small, petite and brown-haired. 

"I'm not your little brother," I replied.

She went to the liquor trolley over by the bookcases. "Can I make you a drink?"

"Scotch will be fine," I replied.

"Gin for me," she said. She poured the drinks and motioned for me to sit down on the couch. I did so. "So what do you think of my birthday idea?" she asked.

"What birthday idea?"

"That we give each other the present of sex."

"I assume you're joking. That's incest."

"Oh golly! I forgot about that!" she said in an exaggerated tone.

"I'm not as liberal as you," I noted. "I assume you've probably already done it with girls as well."

"As a matter of fact, I have. I lost my first and second cherries with a counselor at camp, and since then, I've shopped around."

"I'll bet you have. I thought you lost it then. You seemed different when you came home."

"I would rather have lost it to you. When did you lose yours?"

"Six months ago. When I went to college."

"Boys mature later than girls, I guess." She stood up and finished her drink. "I just got here myself a little while ago, and I feel dirty from driving, so I'm going to take a shower. Will you take one with me?"

"I can wait."

She walked off toward the bathroom. "I'll give you a you-know-what if you do," she said with a twinkle in her voice. "Just like I used to."

I knew what that meant. I watched her disappear into the bathroom. I had to admit that I really did want to see what she looked like naked, and after all, her hero, Bill Clinton, had said that oral sex wasn't really sex. So it wouldn't really be incest, would it? I got up, finished my drink, and walked over to the bathroom.

She was already in the shower, and I could see her naked form behind the frosted glass. I took off my clothes and opened the shower door. She was dripping wet—and indescribably beautiful. Her breasts were small but perfectly formed, with small nipples that appeared to be as hard as erasers. The little tuft of brown hair between her thighs looked like it had been trimmed to only an inch in length and even closer at the bottom, so I could see her fuzzy lips. They looked good enough to kiss.

"Good," she said with a smile as she pulled me in. I'm a young and healthy man, so even though Kasey was my sister, the sight of her naked body was enough to start the blood rapidly flowing to my penis. When she encircled it with her small hand, I began to get a first class hard-on. "I always wondered what you would look like with a man's erection," she said with a smile.

I covered her tuft with my hand and tried to push my middle finger inside her. God, she was tight. But once I got it in, I could feel that she was wet and warm inside. This was all the encouragement she needed. My finger slipped out of her as she got down on her knees, took my penis with both hands, and covered it with her mouth.

She had learned a lot since we were kids. If they gave Academy Awards for blowjobs, she would have earned one. 

She took it out of her mouth. "Do you like me to suck your cock?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes," I muttered.

"Then say it." She knew that I did not like dirty talk.

"I like it when you...suck my cock," I said. She stuck it in her mouth again, and I could no longer hold back. I felt my penis exploding with semen, and she swallowed every drop of it. 

Afterwards, she licked her lips. "Yum," she said.

I was going to get dressed after the shower, but insisted that we both stay naked. "It's our birthday, so we should be wearing our birthday suits," she said. We spent the next hour in the living room sitting on the couch and talking about college life. But by the end of that hour, the sight of her naked body again began to have an effect on me.

"It looks like you're getting another hard-on," she said with a smile.

I looked down at it. "Yes."

"What would you like to do with it?"

I looked at her.

"Would you like to fuck me with that nice hard-on?"

"That would be incest," I said.

"And a blowjob isn't?"

"Not really."

"Well, I want to fuck you. I've been waiting for it. And if you don't fuck me, I'm going to walk naked all the way down to town and find somebody who will."

"I think you would actually do that."

"Of course I would."

"So I have no choice in other words?" I didn't want to have a choice.

"You have no choice."

"Where?"

"Right here on the couch. You can just sit where you are with your big raging cock, and I'll straddle you with my cute little pussy."

She knew that I didn't like language like that, but at the same time, I was also finding it to be a real turn-on.

She straddled me but was still kneeling up so that her little tuft was right in front of my face. "Do you like my cute little pussy?" she asked

"Yes."

"Then say it."

"I like your cute little pussy."

"And you would like to stick your tongue in it."

"I would like to stick my tongue in it."

"Then do so."

I took ahold of her hips and pulled her to me. I licked her pussy and as much as possible stuck my tongue in her.

"How does it taste?" she asked.

"Delicious."

"So would you like to fuck your little sister?"

"Yes."

"Then say it," she said.

"I would like to fuck you."

"Hard."

"I would like to fuck you so hard it squirts out your ears."

She laughed. "That's more like it."

She took my penis—pardon me, my cock—in both of her hands to guide it and slowly impaled herself down until our pubic hairs were mingling. "Oh God," she said, "This is an erotic dream come true." 

"For me too," I said, and unlike the bathroom encounter, we made this one last a long time. It was at least twenty minutes before I came in her, maybe not spurting out her ears but going up pretty far.

"Don't take it out yet," she said, "I want to feel you in me for awhile."

"Okay." So we just sat there for awhile, with her hands on my shoulders and her eyes closed. I could feel her little pussy clenching repeatedly around my cock as she squeezed out every drop.

And then there was a knock on the door. "Shit! Who's that?" I said, starting to push her off.

"Don't. Just stay where you are. I know who it is." She turned her head. "Come in!"

The door opened. It was a young man, a teenager, I guess, and he was carrying a large cardboard box. But he almost dropped it when he saw us.

Kasey turned back. "I forgot to tell you, Ken, that I bought some stuff from the grocery store in town and asked them to deliver it around one," she said with a wicked smile. Then she turned her head back to the teenager again. "You can put it over there on the kitchen table. "There's a five dollar tip for you on the table, Jeff. Your name is Jeff, isn't it?"

"Yes, mam," the teen said shyly. He was trying not to look, but I could see that he couldn't resist sneaking a peek. 

"This is my brother Ken, Jeff."

"How do you do, sir," he said softly.

But I was to stunned to reply. 

Kasey smiled and went up and down on me a couple of times. "Would you like to join us, Jeff?" she asked.

"No, mam, I have to get back to the store." But he didn't move. "But you sure are pretty," he added.

Kasey turned. "Why thank you, Jeff. Have you ever seen anyone fucking before?"

"No, mam."

"Then this is your lucky day, isn't it?"

"Sure is."

"You can run along now. And don't forget your tip."

With a look of reluctance and a final glance, he left.

"You had that planned, didn't you?" I asked after he had left.

"Of course. I thought it would add an extra thrill. That's why I told them I wanted it delivered as close to one as possible. I planned to be engaged at that time."

I shook my head. "He sure will have a story to tell when he gets back. What would you have done if he had said yes?"

"Then I would have had to fuck him—but so would you have."

"What a pervert you are."

Kasey finally donned a full-length apron when she made dinner of burgers and a salad and wine so she would not splash any hot fat on that beautiful skin. But since we were both staying over and had the entire night before us, I suspected there would be at least one more encounter. 

I was right. But Kasey had something special planned for that one as well. After dinner, she got up and pulled a blue toothpaste-like tube out of her purse.

"Do you know what this is?" she asked.

"It says KY jelly."

"Do you know what it's for?"

"I think faggots use it."

"To do what?"

"To do what faggots do."

"And to do what you're going to do to me. My last cherry is in my ass, if you know what I mean. Would you like to have it?"

I know I should have said no, but I couldn't resist. "Yes," I muttered.

"Then let's go to the bedroom. It's shame you didn't bring a couple of your frat brothers. I'm sure they would have enjoyed watching this."

"You're a real showoff, aren't you?" I said following her.

She wiggled her cute little ass. "Of course."

She got on one of the guest beds on all fours and handed me the KY. "You can lather up my ass first," she suggested, "And make sure you put some inside with two of your fingers. Then you can lather up what I see is another raging hard-on."

She was right about that. "I squeezed out a good dollop of the KY and lathered up her asshole, first on the outside, then I slid two fingers inside of her. She winched a little.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"Yes."

"It's going to hurt."

"I don't care. I want it to hurt."

So I lathered up my raging hard-on and gently but firmly pushed it into her. If I had thought her little pussy was tight, her asshole was twice as tight, and she winched a couple more times before I got it all the way in.

"Just keep it there for a minute," she asked, "Then you can start moving it in and out, but slowly."

I laughed.

She half turned around. "What's so funny?"

"It just dawned on me that this is exactly what we conservative Republicans have been wanting to do to you liberal Democrats for a long time."

"You just wish I was Bill Clinton then."

That did it. As the old saying goes: You can take it easy—or you can take it hard. I decided she was going to take it hard, and I rammed it into her.

"OWWWWW!" she cried.

"Fucking commie liberal!" I said. And I must have been right about that—since her ass was turning red.

The End



The Birthday Present



"I know you don't want to celebrate your birthday, but I have a REALLY fun surprise for you!"

You stared at me, and asked me what the surprise was, but I politely informed you that if I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore, and besides, it would just build it up and then you might see it as a let down. You reminded me that you hate surprises, but I started kissing you and told you that you would enjoy it and somehow managed to get you to drop the subject.

When your birthday finally arrived, I didn't mention the surprise at all. We went out for dinner in the evening, and I told you that I made plans, but that I wanted to change clothes first. I asked you to come with me to pick out clothes. As we were walking to the room, I asked if you were sure that you don't like surprises, and if I had one that I should just cancel it. You asked me again what it was, but when I opened the door, it was perfectly clear.

Lounging on the bed were four women, each wearing nothing but a red ribbon that kept them just barely "decent". I see your jaw drop as your eyes run over the beautiful creatures in front of us, a variety of characters, but they all smiled at you, and came over to where we were standing. I grinned up at you as I took your hand and guided you as we walked a small circle around them, so you could see them from all angles. I told you that this was your surprise present, and asked if you wanted to unwrap it. As I asked, I ran my hand over the redhead's ass, and you saw her nipples harden through the ribbon. You pulled on the end of the ribbon keeping the bow in place, and exposed her completely. She came closer to you, pushing her hips up against yours and offering her mouth up to yours. Before you could kiss her, the next woman, a taller woman with long blond hair and seemingly unending legs came up from behind the red-head, grabbing her breasts and asking you to please unwrap her as well. Once you had unwrapped her, the average height woman with short dark hair, and the shorter woman with short blond hair approached as well, wanting you to strip the ribbons off them, too.

While you were unwrapping your present, I also stripped off my clothes, and then came from behind the women and told them that I thought you also wanted to get rid of your clothes. Immediately, there were four sets of hands, helping you to remove all your clothing, hands caressing your flesh as it was exposed. Soon all your clothes were off, with four different women stroking and beginning to lick your body. Your eyes found mine as I approached the tall blonde; I started kissing her, our tongues playing with each other, before we both found your mouth, our three tongues mingling. While we were kissing, the short blonde started stroking your cock, while my hands wandered over the redhead's body. You pulled away from the kiss, and I heard you growl before grabbing the tall blonde, turning her around and bending her over. The short dark haired woman knelt down, licking the blonde's wet lips and the head of your cock just as you penetrated the glistening pussy.

The short blonde, now that she was no longer stroking your cock, turned her caressing attention to your chest, playing with your nipples. I watched as you made a fist in her hair, pulling her head to the side so that you could bite down on the tender flesh of her neck. As you did this, I pushed the redhead towards your chest, making her suck your nipple, while I knelt behind her, licking her wet cunt. I felt hands stroking me, and realized that the blonde you were fucking was running her hands over me, and then sliding her fingers into my cunt. Soon, my attentions brought the redhead to climax; you watched as her body writhed while still sucking on your nipple. You released your grip on the short blonde, and pulled your cock out of the pussy it had been pounding. The women all trailed you as you walked to the bed and sat down. You grabbed the short blonde, and picked her up, then brought her down on your cock. The short dark haired woman clambered onto the bed, too, as you leaned back to lie on the bed, allowing her to kiss you while the short blonde rode your shaft.

You heard the dark haired woman moaning into your mouth, and opened your eyes to see the redhead with her mouth buried in the dark haired woman's pussy. At the same time, the short blonde riding your cock was kissing the tall blonde, who was on all fours on the bed. I climbed onto the bed as well, and started licking and sucking the redhead, tasting her juicy cunt. As such, my cunt and the tall blonde's were facing towards you; you watched both of us leak, as we got wetter and wetter. Unable to resist, or perhaps just unwilling to, you plunged the fingers of your right hand into my cunt, and your left fingers into the blonde's. Soon, the six of us were all grinding and moaning, giving and receiving pleasure. I felt the muscles of the redhead contracting as she reached her climax, and was so aroused by it, that I came as well. I was aware that the other women were writhing and moaning as well, as we all finally got that release.

I pulled back from the redhead's slit, and reminded the women that we were here to be your present, and that you had still yet to cum. At this point, the short blonde stopped riding your cock, but instead set to work sucking you; the other blonde set to work as well, helping to lick and suck your balls and shaft, partially making out with the blonde on your cock. The redhead and the dark haired women each took one of your nipples in her mouth, licking and sucking you. I saw you staring down at the women with a mixture of shock and amazement, before your eyes met mine. You smiled at me and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me close so you could kiss me deeply. Our tongues played with each other; you could taste the redhead on my mouth as your tongue probed into me. I heard you groan into my mouth, and knew that you were close to cumming. The other girls knew it, too, and redoubled their efforts. Within moments, you released your hold on me as your body tensed; you shot your load into the blonde's mouth, filling her with your hot cum. The women backed off, leaving you to bask in the moment. But before she could get too far, I grabbed hold of the short blonde, pulling her close to me so that I could kiss her deeply, wanting to taste you on her tongue.

Finally, you and I laid back on the bed, recovering our strength as we watched the women still prancing around naked, stroking and kissing each other, playing silly games while they waited for you to want to play with them again. I grinned at you and asked if you had enjoyed your present. You looked at me and couldn't hold back your smile as you nodded and said that yes, you had, and looked forward to continuing to enjoy it. I smiled and kissed you softly; before I went off to play with the women, I looked back at you and mouthed, happy birthday.



The Birthday Present



At 42 Leann looked much younger than her years. When she was 25 most people who didn't know her took her to be 15 so not much had changed over the years except she didn't get carded any more at bars and liquor stores. Leann had married her childhood sweetheart, Gary, when she was but 19 years old. Most people didn't give them much of a chance but now, 23 years later, they were as devoted and in love with one another as they had been on the day they were married and probably more so. They'd had two children, a boy and girl, right away and now both were out of the house, Carl having just graduated from college and Marianne going into her senior y ear.

For the first year of their marriage their sex life was like most young people's, torrid. But as the years wore on, and particularly after they had children, sex became something they had a few times a week and sometime less. They had been best of friends when they got married and it carried them through those times when kids and other outside influences seemed to come together to challenge their having sex. Leann was always afraid the kids would hear something.

Gary was a six foot one husky sort of a guy who Leann called her teddy bear and with good reason. Gary had always been kind natured, gentle and generally easy going. Nothing ever seemed to bother him. He was very attentive to Leann and always was able to comfort her when she'd become agitated and out of sorts.

As Gary's 43rd birthday approached Leann wanted to do something extra special for him but what? She was married to a guy who seldom asked for anything and never complained. Her mind traveled to their sex life. In their own ways they'd been somewhat adventurous in the sex life giving voice to the fantasies and living out quite a few. It was one this point Leann felt certain she could give Gary something special. He'd always wanted to have a threesome and although Leann allowed him his fantasy she'd always assured him it could never happen because she just didn't feel that sort of attraction to another woman.

What she had done is role play with him by becoming another woman and allowing him the fantasy of having sex with that woman. Most of the time it was some actress or a beautiful stranger they'd seen on the street. Leann felt that although Gary seemed to become a little more animated during such times it would never be counted as the best sex they'd ever had. There was one time, however, that he'd fantasized about one of Leann's best friends, Jane. Jane was what Gary called a "trophy wife." She was gorgeous, knew it, and actually traded on it. When she'd graduated from college she'd married a guy who was fast tracking in the securities industry and the fact that he was fifteen years Jane's senior had no effect on her. She had gotten what she wanted, instant security and a life of leisure while he'd gotten a gorgeous young wife he could parade around at parties and other functions.

The day after Jane turned 30 she'd discovered he husband had been cheating on her with, of course, his secretary. It being a loveless marriage Jane quickly divorced him and got a healthy settlement in the process. In the intervening dozen years she'd stayed single and busied herself with the ownership of a high end fashion boutique on a rather exclusive street. She'd never had children, charging her schedule didn't allow for it, when the truth was the idea of children had scared her to death and now at the age of 42 they were no longer a consideration for her. The years hadn't been bad to Jane and while of course she didn't look quite so beautiful as she was when she was 22 she was still quite the head turner.

Leann decided she'd try to get Jane to have a threesome with her as a birthday present for Gary, but how? For a week she considered that question and in the end she decided to just directly ask Jane and be done with it. Leann was very secure in herself in all respects and while the possibility of insulting Jane loomed large she thought her friendship with her was plenty strong enough to survive any problem. So it was on a Thursday that Jane met Leann for lunch at a little bistro.

The two women hugged, as they always did when they met, and exchanged the usual pleasantries. When the hugged, however, Leann search for even the smallest amount of sexual attraction she could find in such a hug but there was none. She would not be deterred however.

"So Leann, what is it you wanted to talk about?" Jane never had a problem with being direct and she knew full well Leann had some agenda going.

Leann summoned up her course and decided to just blurt it out. "I want you to have a threesome with Gary and me."

At that moment Jane was sipping some wine and nearly spit it back out in surprise. "What?"

Leann couldn't tell from Jane's reaction if she were offended, just surprised or what. "You know guys and Gary's no different. He's always wanted to have a threesome with me and another woman. I've never really been interested and he's always been understanding of that fact. His birthday is Saturday and I wanted to really surprise him this year." Leann wanted to lengthen her explanation considerably but she knew Jane well enough to know she'd already given her enough initial information.

Jane sat quietly for a moment showing no emotion and giving no indication of how she was reacting to Leann's request. Then she said in a matter of fact way, "But Leann, you're so" she paused and then said "straight."

A smile broke across Leann's face and she said, "Yeah and that's a problem. I just don't feel attracted to women but as I've been thinking of this I've found that I'm not repulsed by the idea either."

"But why me?" Jane's question surprised Leann.

"You're not serious."

"Of course I am."

"Jane, even I can see you're as beautiful as you've ever been and besides, Gary had had a crush on you when we were still in high school."

"He did? I never knew that."

"It was when we first started dating and I'd asked him about other girls. I was a little insecure in those days and he told me about this crush on you but how he could never ask you out."

"Why?"

"He didn't want to get turned down."

"If he only knew."

"Well, it sounds to me like it's a good thing he didn't."

"No, I would have dumped him anyway. Even in high school I had this thing for rich older guys. You remember that rumor about me and Mr. Reinhardt?"

"You mean that rich old guy on the hill?"

"That's him and he wasn't so old, he was 38."

"And you were 15! So it was true?"

"It was but he was married and even I knew there was no future there."

"So will you do it?"

"What?" Jane replied and just as quickly realized what the question was. She took in a deep breath of air and said, "Maybe."

"What does maybe mean?"

"Why don't you and I have a little test run, just the two of us, to see if you can even go that far. Have you considered how you're going feel seeing your husband fuck another woman?"

"He can't. I mean, I won't let him."

"Leann, honey, I adore you but let me tell you about what kills a marriage, dishonesty. Things happen and believe me, in a moment of passion you give into all sorts of things you think you won't. So if we did end up fucking I don't want you resenting me or worse wrecking your marriage."

"So you're saying if he wants to have sex with you I should be okay with that happening?"

"Pretty much, that way you'll be prepared."

Leann thought a moment and then said, "You're right and I think I can handle that. I don't think you'd try to steal him away anyway."

"I won't try but even if I did, I don't think I'd win."

They talked some more, finished their lunch and agreed to retire to Jane's house. Jane convinced Leann it would be best for her to see how she'd react to being sexually close to another woman so in case it was a problem she wouldn't be introducing Gary into the equation and making everything that much more difficult.

When they got to Jane's house Jane offered Leann a glass of wine to relax her which Leann thought a good idea.

As they sat together on the sofa Leann asked, "Now what?"

"Try giving me a little kiss on the lips."

"Leann, have you been with a woman before?" It occurred to Leann that Jane probably had but now she felt the need to know.

"Many times," Jane replied.

Leann felt a bit of relief because at least one of them would know what to do so to speak. Jane leaned a bit towards Leann and Leann quickly kissed Jane on the lips.

"Leann, I'm not your Aunt Martha. There needs to be a little more than that."

"I know, I'm scared that's all."

"It's okay."

This time Leann leaned toward Jane and gave her a long soft kiss on her lips. Leann felt a bit of a tingle on her lips and a nice chill ran down her back. She felt pleasantly surprised that she'd actually enjoyed the kiss and decided to give her another just like it. The kisses, at first brief, started to last longer and longer with each succeeding kiss. Leann felt some of her passions stirring. Jane finally put her arms around Jane and drew her in to a long and passion filled kiss. Then she moved her hand up to Leann smallish yet firm breast. Leann reacted by pulling away a bit but as her mind quickly processed what was happening she moved back into Jane's hand. She knew she needed to find out just how much she could do and so far she wasn't repulsed. To the contrary she felt some attraction to Jane now that she hadn't previously felt.

As their kisses continued Jane's pushing and prodding of Leann's breasts were having the desired effect, Leann was becoming turned on. Still, Jane had to take Leann's hand and place it on her own breast to continue things. Compared to Leann Jane's body was full and lush. Leann had never once touched another woman's breast and she found her initial experience to be surprisingly pleasant. It was as if a portion of her mind, previously unexplored, was suddenly opened up from which nothing but good feelings emanated. Briefly Leann wondered if all these years she'd had a desire for women she kept pushed down and out of sight. But such thoughts were quickly pushed aside by something even more primal, her new found desire for Jane.

To her surprise Leann suddenly was pulling Jane's clothes off in a desire to touch her naked body. Her mind was suddenly, it seemed, consumed with a desire to know Jane in the most basic ways possible. But to her surprise Jane stopped her.

"What's the matter?" Leann asked.

"Not a thing."

"Then why'd you stop me?"

"Because we found out what we needed to know. I think it would be good if saved this initial passion for our threesome. So when do you want to do this?"

Leann was slowing her mind down and quickly shifting gears. "Um, Saturday night if that's good for you."

Jane smiled and said, "It's perfect."

With their plans set Leann couldn't wait for Saturday to arrive and then for it to be the early evening. Gary was going to watch a college football game which Leann decided would be the perfect time to have Jane come over and then hide her in their bedroom when Gary got back.

A good part of Saturday afternoon Leann fiddled around with what to where and her indecision was driving her to distraction. She finally decided upon a sexy summer dress she knew Gary loved even though it was November. Since she knew they'd not be going outside it didn't matter. The plan was when they saw Gary coming home Jane would hide in the bathroom adjoining their bedroom. Jane, in contrast, had shown up in jeans and a blouse but she reassured Leann that she'd brought something special to change into when she was in the bath room.

As Gary came through the front door Leann jumped into his arms and gave him a huge kiss. Now while giving him a kiss coming through the door wasn't that unusual the passion along with it was and Leann realized this. "Happy birthday honey! Boy have I got a big surprise for you!" Leann could hardly restrain herself.

"Okay, what is it?" He asked.

"If I tell you now it won't be a surprise now will it?"

"I guess not," he said and kissed her.

At that moment Leann set the plan into motion as she draped herself around Gary's body being as sexually suggestive as she knew how. As she pushed her tongue into his mouth and grabbed his cock Leann could feel Gary rising to the moment.

"Honey, you can't believe how horny I am!" Leann said enthusiastically.

"Oh, I think I can," Gary replied with a grin. They still were standing just in front of the door. Leann started unbuttoning Gary's shirt and pulling him away from the door at the same time. By the time they reached the stairs each of them was dressed only in their underclothes. Leann continued to take the lead and pulled Gary up the stairs and into their bedroom. She quickly pushed off the rest of her clothes as did Gary. They came together at the side of the bed, embraced, kissed and fell upon the bed continuing their passions. The signal for Jane to appear from the bathroom was when Leann said anything about Gary's penis.

That didn't take Leann any time at all as she exclaimed, "God is your cock hard" and grabbed onto Gary's hardness.

Gary was about to mention how he really needed to go pee first when he heard a soft voice from behind him say, "Well what have we here?"

He spun around to see Jane standing at the bathroom door dressed only in a teddy. "What the..." he remarked in surprise.

"Happy birthday honey," Leann said giving him a kiss, "I hope you like your birthday present."

"I do of course," he replied keeping his eyes on Jane as she walked over to the side of the bed. He looked into her eyes and then down at her breasts and then back to Leann. There was a questioning look on his face which Leann translated immediately.

"Don't you want to unwrap your present?" Leann asked. It was the only way she could think of that said it was okay for him to touch her.

"Of course," he replied. He stood up next to Jane. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed the straps off her. Then he took her breasts in his hands and looked back at Leann for a sign of approval. He still was in disbelief that she was all right with this.

"She does have nice tits doesn't she honey?" Leann said.

"Oh yeah," Gary replied as he gently squeezed Jane's breasts and then finished pushing off her teddy. Jane moved to the bed and lay down on it next to Leann. She looked into Gary's face and than to Leann. She took Leann's face into her hands and began to kiss her. Gary couldn't believe his eyes. Here was his wife who had proclaimed since he'd known her that she had no sexual interest in another woman kissing a woman and passionately at that. Just watching the two women kiss one another was totally arousing for him but for it to be his wife and a woman he'd once yearned for made it just that much more exciting. He suddenly felt unsure of himself, should he just watch, should he join in, he just didn't know.

Then finally he said, "I have to go pee" and quickly excused himself from the room for the relief he'd needed since before he'd entered the house.

When he returned to the bedroom he was surprised at what he saw in spite of the way things were when he left. Jane had nestled herself between Leann's legs and was slowly eating Leann's pussy. Gary lay down on the bed next to them and caressed Leann's breasts. She had been moaning lightly with her eyes closed when he lay down and now she turned her head towards him and smiled.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said.

"I can't either!" Gary replied.

Jane raised her head and said, "I can't either!" and they all laughed. "I want to see you put your cock in her. She's quite ready for you."

Jane moved around to Leann's side and Gary got between her legs. Just as he was about to put his cock into her Jane said, "can I help you?"

Both Leann and Gary looked at Jane quizzically before Leann said, "sure." Jane moved down just enough so she could grab Gary's cock and after rubbing the tip of his cock up and down Leann's pussy a couple of times gently pulled him forward and into Leann's pussy. Then she lay her cheek upon Leann's stomach and watched as Gary's cock slowly entered her. After Gary stroked his cock in and out of Leann a couple of times Jane moved up to Leann's breasts and started to suck on her nipple while she continued to watch Gary's cock going in and out of Leann.

Gary hadn't been fucking Leann for even a minute when she said, "I want to see you put your cock in Jane."

Even without having known of the previous days conversations between Leann and Jane he knew his wife and he knew she felt strongly about her being the only woman he'd ever have sex with so this totally threw him. "Are you sure?" He asked hoping against hope she wasn't kidding.

Leann sucked in some air, let it out and said, "Yeah, I can't believe I'm saying this but yeah, I wanna see what it looks like. I love your cock in me but I'm really intrigued to see it going into another woman now."

The surprise on Gary's face was undeniable. He slowly removed his cock from Leann and as she moved over a little Jane moved to take her place. The Leann said, "Now I want to do what Jane did."

Leann moved her head down towards Jane's midsection and Gary's cock but instead of grabbing his cock she took it into her mouth. "mmm," she said, "not bad. Smelling and tasting another woman on my husband's cock isn't so bad after all!"

Gary thought he was going to come all over the place right then hear this but then Leann grabbed his cock and as Jane had done she rubbed his cock up and down Jane's pussy a few times. She looked carefully for Jane's clit and made an extra effort to rub the tip of his cock over her clit a number of times. For the first time Jane moaned loudly. The Leann helped Gary enter Jane and watched intently as his cock disappeared slowly into her pussy.

As Gary stroked his cock slowly in and out of Jane she moaned, "harder!" Gary began to firmly bang his cock in Jane and as he did so Leann snuck her hand down to Jane's pussy and found her clit and began to rub it with her finger. The first touch of her finger on Jane's clit made Jane suddenly moan very loudly and it became obvious that Jane was going to climax very quickly.

"Fuck her faster!" Leann commanded. Gary did so and then Leann said sharply, "You really like fucking this slut don't you!" Gary had never heard such words emanate from his wife's mouth but if there was ever a perfect time this was it and suddenly he felt the surge from his balls.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum!" Gary said loudly.

"Come in her Gary, do it, I wanna see you come in her!"

Leann hadn't stopped her massage of Jane's clit and as Gary yelled out, "Oh fuck I'm coming!" Jane also yelled out, "I'm coming too!"

Gary was slamming his cock so hard and fast into Jane now that Leann had to remove her hand. She watched closely as Jane's hips sprang upward to meet Gary's descended cock. As the slammed together there was a very audible slapping sound and the two of them in unison screaming out they were coming.

As their orgasms subsided Gary slowed down too. He was still stroking Jane's pussy with his still hard cock. And just when he didn't think Leann could surprise him again she said, "I want your cock, now!" Gary pulled out from Jane's pussy and when he thought he should move towards Leann's pussy Leann surprised him but taking his cock into her mouth and sucking him. She licked his cock greedily.

When she removed her mouth she said, "I never thought the taste of another woman could excite me so much but boy was I wrong!"

Leann then sank to one side of Gary with Jane on the other. She lightly ran her hand through his chest hair and then said, "I think I could learn to like this."

"I have to admit I'm surprised." Jane injected.

"Yeah, me too," Leann said, "I didn't think I had it in me."




The Birthday Present



"Not that," replied Jane, "I'm surprised how fast you guys made me come. No one has ever been able to do it in less than fifteen or twenty minutes! Are you sure you two have never done this before?"

"Positive," Gary and Leann replied simultaneously.

"Well, what do you say we get something to eat and continue this a bit later," Leann said off handedly. Saturday nights were never anything special for meals and Leann had made a casserole for the evening.

An excitement filled the air still and they ate rather quietly occasionally one or the other commenting on how unbelievable the evening had been thus far. Leann continued to surprise everyone by being the first to suggest they return to the bedroom for some more fun as she put it.

"What do we do to top what we did earlier?" Gary asked.

"I don't know," Jane said, "but I'd love it if you ate my pussy." She said looking at Leann. Leann moved slowly between Jane's legs and tentatively put her tongue to her pussy. Even thought she'd already tasted Jane and liked it she was still a bit unsure of herself. It didn't take her long though as she ran her tongue up and down Jane's pussy the sucked on her clit. This caused Jane to writhe beneath her and signal to Leann that she was having the effect she desired.

Gary for his part satisfied himself by sucking on Jane's full tits.

"When you sick my tits it's like there's a direct connection to my pussy," Jane said. This caused Gary to suck on her with a little more animated. Leann could feel the juices from Jane's pussy run onto her face and caused her own pussy to become extremely wet.

Gary had quickly become hard and even though he loved sucking on Jane's tits he really wanted to sink his cock into a pussy. He got up and behind Leann and after adjusting her as a little bit slowly sank his cock into her hot wet pussy. Leann had always had good control of the muscles in her pussy and Gary could feel her pussy gripping at his cock as he pushed it in and then pulled it out. For a woman who'd given birth to two children, one of them a rather large baby at that, Leann had maintained a pretty tight pussy and it was as evident now as ever.

"Gary, are you fucking your wife?" Jane asked.

"Yes."

"Is she really wet?"

"God is she ever wet."

Jane moaned a little before continuing in breathy tones, "your wife really knows how to eat pussy!" She no sooner got those words out of her mouth before she let out a series of "oh! oh!" as it became obvious she was going to come again. Gary fucked Leann just a bit harder as Jane was coming. He could feel Leann's pussy get a little wetter when Jane was coming and he thought Leann would come too but she didn't.

Jane allowed Leann to eat her a while longer as her orgasm subsided and she melted into the moment. She could hear Gary's thighs slapping against Leann's ass and then decided to help this along. She pulled Leann's head up from her pussy and then slinked down a little so she could suck on Leann's tits while Gary continued to fuck her. Leann had very sensitive nipples and they hardened up a little more than they already were in Jane's mouth. Then Jane reached down between Leann's legs and found her clit and began to play with it with her fingertip. Jane had to get into a bit of an awkward position to do all this but she was also turned on all over again by it and she could feel Leann quickly respond to her stimulations.

"Fuck this bitch Gary, make her come!" Jane commanded. Then she said, "doncha just love having a woman finger you Jane. Doesn't it feel great to have me play with your clit while your husband fucks your cunt!"

The word cunt had been a forbidden word in their bedroom until that moment and suddenly Leann found it incredibly erotic. She surprised herself by responding, "No one fucks my cunt as well as Gary does!"

"Yeah," Jane replied, "I'll bet you have a lot of guys fucking your cunt don't you! You're such a beautiful little whore!"

The forbidden words and actions were all Leann needed to put her over the top and Gary as well. Leann felt Gary's cock suddenly swell in her pussy and she immediately started to have one huge orgasm. She screamed out that she was coming. Until then she'd always felt it unladylike to scream during sex and now she just didn't care because it all felt so good. She could feel Gary shooting his cum into her pussy while Jane's finger continued to play with her clit. She had an orgasm that was stronger than anything she'd ever experienced and seemed to last forever.

Suddenly as her orgasm was subsiding Leann felt literally weak in the knees and she slowly fell on top of Jane. The eventually fell into each other's arms and talked of the great sex they had and wondered where they would go from there.



The Birthday Present



It took me a long time to realize the impact that one day had on me. How did he describe it, like a story of how to have a relationship in only one day, one space of 24 hours almost to the minute? We met at a conference. I know that sounds so very cliché the academics equivalent of a convention. OK. But this was supposed to be a bunch of writing professors not a group of rowdy sex crazed drunks. Actually we were all quite sober. The pre-keynote had just started and everyone in the ballroom seemed to crunch softly on their salads so as not to be rude. I had chosen a table strategically near the doors to make my escape if the keynote dragged on too long---like last time. 

I sat with a colleague from my school, two of his friends from Reno, a group of graduate students from Canada, BC I think and two empty seats. Suppressing giggles in walk two people and the man asks if he can sit at the table. I said, "Certainly." I said it immediately; of course, it might have had something to do with how stunning this man was. He had prematurely gray hair that was short but in a playful way, a Jimmy Dean set of curls gelled into his hair on top, but it was his eyes, a creamy blue-violet, set into one of the most beautiful man faces I have ever seen. He would have made Orlando Bloom look a little on the homely side. This could be interesting. 

He must have caught me staring at him because he began flirting right off about the food, his being late, and him being so grateful I didn't mind. I tried my best to focus on his companion but could not. She wasn't attractive or ugly, just rather invisible to me. 

"My name is Gabby by the way, short for Gabrielle."

"Oh really well my name is Larry By-the-Way perhaps we are cousins," he retorted.

"Hopefully not more than second cousins," I snapped back.

"Yes or kissing would be out of the question," he continued the string.

"Perhaps we could make an exception. You do look a bit like me." With that he winked at me and another round of quick one lines flew across the table. Our table mates we noticed at the same time were not talking or listening to the key note, but instead were entertained by our rapid fire. As we finished the entrees he passed me a note asking me to switch seats with one of the Canadian girls. His "friend" said she had to get going and left quickly. I nodded in agreement and asked the girl to switch with me. 

The closeness did not make him any less attractive only more so as I could feel the heat off his body and smell his unique scent. By the time we had tea and coffee everyone at the table had left but us, and it was obviously our turn. 

"What shall we do?" I asked not caring what he suggested. I decided then that despite a husband and children and house and a stable, painfully boring life in that moment I was his. 

"Go for a walk," he suggested and off we went despite wearing pumps and carrying my briefcase with a laptop and left over copies from my presentation.

Walk we did for about two hours all around Minneapolis warm actually for October there. He talked endlessly about his life, his ex-wife, his girls, his girlfriends all 20-somethings. One is a lingerie model he said, and all I could think of was my less than flashy underwear. Despite being in excellent shape and young looking for my age 46 (for less than 12 more hours) I decided right then the chances him of seeing me naked were near 0%. I found out he was about six months older than me, but still. He kept saying his psychiatrist thought it would be better for him to date someone his own age, he just pictured dowdy, short, fat ladies, not someone like me. I wasn't sure how to take this. My feet were so sore, I needed a break, and asked him to walk me back to the hotel.

"So what's next?" he asked. 

"I really need to drop off my case and change out of these clothes too." I was still wearing my conservative presentation clothes a black skirt, purple wrap top, and a black blazer.

"Oh are you staying here then? I always wanted to see one of the rooms. You can trust me," he added.

"Trust you to what."

"To whatever. Here I'll carry your case." Before I knew it I was alone with him in my 10th floor room. 

He ran to the window, "Nice view," and began pointing out landmarks. He sat down and asked if he could check his email on my laptop. I agreed, and then went to the other room of the suite to change. It had an 80% wall, so I felt safe. It was a nice setup with a place to hang my clothes and a vanity for putting on makeup. I put on jeans, boots and a v-neck long sleeve black t-shirt, brushed my teeth and threw some water on my face, puffed up my long dark brown curls a bit.

When I came back out, he whistled softly between his teeth, and his eyes, ahhh, well next I knew I was sitting across the table from him as he said, "All finished. I cancelled all my plans for the next 24. I'm all yours."

I told him I did have one meeting at 5 with an important colleague, but after that sure I was free to have dinner. But it was only about 3. "What do you want to do now?"

He reached out to touch my hand. I took his hand and looked at it carefully, noting little scars from past mishaps. "How about we make out on the bed for a while and see what happens?" 

I could have said no, I could have asked him to leave, I could have made a joke, I could have remembered I was married, but I didn't think I only acted. He was beautiful, this was a treat, he made me feel alive, interesting, even a little pretty. My answer was a smile. He dove on the bed and waved me over. I laid down next to him, and then he kissed me, not softly, but with such passionate power I felt like my mind was blanking and I could only feel his kiss and his lips and his tongue. He pulled away and remarked how he was impressed with my kissing prowess. I could not speak. We kissed for several minutes, rolling around, pulling at each others clothes, hair, wrapping limbs, pressing bodies. Then everything stopped. He said, "I don't want to hurt you." I looked at him even more ravishing, beautiful than before, soft light shining in the window. "Then don't," I said as I pulled off his shirt and my own, and quickly taking off my black not exactly sexy bra. 

He admired my round, firm, smallish breasts. "You really are beautiful," he said and laughed as he gently caressed my breasts, and kissed them carefully. I kissed him too all over his chest, rolling my tongue around his nipples across his strong chest and down his abdomen that was tight and muscled. He was in better shape than many of my students. So gorgeous I thought, and I was worked up. My phone went off. I turned it off without looking. I unzipped his pants.

I craved to see what was making such a tight bulge against the fabric of his jeans. Out came the most unusually shaped penis I had ever seem the end was thicker than the rest like a shovel, but the pole itself was long and thick enough to do a wonderful job. I was instantly in love with it. My tongue immediately explored its shape closing my lips around the delta shaped end in my mouth as I caressed it tightly, and began giving him a best of world blow job, using every trick for variety of sensation and reading what he liked and didn't keeping him on the edge as long as I dared. Pulling and sucking on the little raised part of his skin from under his testicles up to the head, and worshipped it again as I beat it against my tongue and then shoved it all back into my mouth to its root pushing the wedge down my waiting throat and pulsating it with a swallow like motion I learned from a friend. He was pulling at my hair, grabbing my shoulders, begging me to let him cum. I kept stopping short; I wanted this to be one event he never forgot. When he finally did release he tasted like French pastry. I gobbled it down, and he pulled me toward him, his breathing still harsh, he kissed me tenderly, and said, "Your turn."

I couldn't let him do it just yet. Those hideous underwear and lack of close trimming, yikes it wasn't happening. Plus I had to get to the meeting and seem like I could think, speak, be intelligent. I needed a shower and a moment. He agreed to pick me up at 7PM sharp in his car out front. "Be on time," he warned. I would I assured him. The time went quickly as I scrambled to choose an outfit and make my meeting. It went well enough, and then before I knew it, my phone rang. I had turned it back on, and settled some problem at home during our break. "Hurry before Guido tosses me out of here."

"I'll be right there." I pranced across the lobby wearing a very low v tank top with a flowing fishtail skirt, covered by a see through nylon floucy beaded black jacket and my boots worn with little black socks with pink and red hearts, and no pesky panty hose or panties, feeling quite naughty, but relieved of my embarrassing undies for now. He jumped out of the car to get my door, "Madame," he said as he bowed low. "So beautiful," he whispered.

We drove around and finally settled on a place near the hotel after all. It was a pub that he liked, and when we walked in it was like paparazzi time. The women from the hostess to the wait staff were tripping over themselves to make sure he was given the best table and service. "Friends of yours?"

'I don't think so," he said and winked again. That face could make anyone forget they had a brain.

"Have whatever you like. This one is on my college." I ordered a martini and eventually some lovely tenderloin entrée. He ordered the fish special that was also very tasty. The food, the drinks, the moment. The place was getting busier. It had a bar business on top of selling food, and the place was filling up quickly. 

We decided to use the restrooms before spilling back out into the streets, and I was waiting for him outside the bathrooms when I noticed this little room with gauzy curtains covering the entrance. Inside was a couch and lamps with pink bulbs. A man brushed up against me and asked if I needed a partner to go in with. I told him no in my sternest voice, and then I read the neon slashed over the door. Kissing Room. I blushed hard just as Larry came out of the restroom. "Shall we?" he asked and could I say no?

We entered and went immediately into one of those fabulous long kisses. He let his hands loose on my tensing body, just grazing ever slightly my freshly trimmed triangle. The soft material of my skirt caused me to tremble even more. He raised the hem of my skirt enough to reveal my calf and he gasped when he realized I was hoseless. He pulled the skirt up to over my knees and pushed them from one side to the other. In the pink light they gleemed. "You have the most gorgeous legs," he said as he dove in once more. We were stopped by some giggling from outside the room. I glimpsed a group of college age girls poking at each other. "Shall we?" he said again and we quickly left and headed back to the hotel.

I had never been unfaithful to my husband in 15 years of marriage. Unfortunately much of our marriage was sexless, and he was never fond of kissing, or touching, a get down to business kind of guy. He wasn't always that way, but marriage seemed to turn him off. Here we were only three days apart and now with a man in my room, and I didn't think really. I would be leaving for the east coast in the morning. I was turning 47 at midnight. This was a birthday gift to myself. He brought in a small overnight bag and we went in the more private entrance. 

Back in the room I brushed my teeth, but did not change my clothes. Larry reminded me that I owed him his chance to undress me and have his way with me. I agreed. "You must promise to do as I wish, whatever I wish." 

"I promise." He seemed like a gentle person, and yet I did have a flash of fear then. He was a stranger. What did I know about him other than he was also a writing teacher. He taught at a local college. He lived in St. Paul. He was mentally ill but functional at least lately. He asked me to leave the light on in the other room, but turned off all the lights in the bedroom area. He pulled the curtains open to a sea of city lights. He asked me to stand in front of the windows facing a mirror. He rolled over a chair and sat me down. He pulled up the skirt and pulled off my boots worshipping them. He caressed one and asked if he could keep one as a souvenir of this night. He then pulled off each sock slowly rolling them down. Then he pulled up the skirt over my knees and bunched it back to reveal my labia. He kissed me lightly there, and then asked me to stand again. I was enjoying his slow attention and not really minding his bossiness. He told me to look in the mirror. "Can't you see it?" he asked sharply. "Look." He commanded. Then he removed my top layer, then my tank top, and then I was naked in front of the mirror from the waist up. "Look at you...you're beautiful." He kissed me on each nipple, and then pulled my skirt off as he gasped. "See yourself, who you really are, a beautiful woman." 

Before I knew it we were on the bed. He held my wrists together above my head, and pulled some cuffs out from under the pillows putting one on each wrist. They were soft on the inside, but hard leather with heavy rings on the outside. He snapped them together and to another buckle that he had attached to the underside of the bed. "Now I will have my way with you," his voice stern and hard edged. I was more excited than nervous as he undressed quickly, and I saw my prize. I struggled to reach out to him. 

He smiled wickedly as he grabbed my breasts squeezing them harshly as I let out a small cry, he blew air into my ear and said, "Imagine it is a cold day outside. It is raining. I come in the bedroom and find you sleeping under a thick blanket naked, yet longing for me to be inside you, desiring me in your dream of me, you wake to hear me crying softly. I pull out a tie and wrap it around your neck.," he is wrapping a tie now around my neck, pulling it tightly, "You try to breathe, and you realize you can't. I tell you I love you, you are perfection just like this, you can have no greater perfection. You don't struggle," he hisses into my ear," You let me pull it tighter, your need for me more than air." He is pushing his body down on mine. Just as I began to see pinpricks in front of my eyes he loosens the tie and then begins to ravage my body. Biting and sucking and tearing at it. On my breast, my nipples, my ears, my lips, my neck, my stomach, my thighs, my labia, finally pushing his tongue into my engorged pussy. I was moaning, I was lost in the moment, every cell of my body alive and awake, and I am cumming like the whole world is coming and he plunges into me at some point. His shovel diving in deeply and past deeply to the end of where anyone has been, and I am a mass of ecstasy, writhing, an animal. 

He turns me face down then. Apparently the wrist tie down can spin. He grabs two ankle to thigh bands, and pulls out two ropes to keep me in position face down. I let him do what he will. He takes me again from behind roughly using my breasts like levers in his penetration game. Then he pulls out suddenly, and begins using his tongue again. This time he is working up to my ass, and I try to pull away. "You said anything. A promise." He put a finger up my pussy and then up my ass just as quickly. He followed this with another from an opposite hand. Then I felt lubricant, and heard some noises that frightened me. What was he doing? I turned my head to look and watched as he positioned a strap-on so that his penis and balls fit through the open bottom and the realistic dildo sat on top of his set. He was lubing the fake penis when he caught me looking. "A special gift, for a special girl." 

Then he was back on me pushing in the dildo in my top hole and his own lovely shovel into lower one and began a gentle stroke that sent me into a river of orgasms, so indescribably delicious that the whole world seemed to share them. I was without any thought. I was focused open now and each moment. He kissed my back as he panted on me exploding into me.

Hours have passed when he finally releases me. He licks me carefully sucking me clean and tenderly healing my aching sex. He massages me all over gently as I fall into a deep sleep. 

I woke later than I should have, and he hurried me to make it to the airport on time. He kissed me tenderly and sweetly. Tears rolled down his face. I knew I would never see him again.

It wasn't until Chicago that I saw the text messages, there were two.

"You really are the sweetest thing."

"Oh by the way I forgot to say Happy Birthday."

I smiled.



The Birthday Present



It was a dreadful storm. The fierce, howling winds had already taken down a limb of an old beech tree in front of my house. It laid across my front lawn like a dead soldier. The rain was pelting down, lashing against the windows and bouncing off of the pavement on Bellevue Road running by my house. It was the worst storm in years. We were getting pommeled by the tail-end of Hurricane Cathy -- hard. It was also coinciding with my thirtieth birthday.

It was only a quarter past four that afternoon, but with the sky filled with billowing dark clouds blocking out the sun it seemed much later. I peered out of the kitchen window for about the tenth time. When I saw the flicker of car headlights in the driveway I watched in near disbelief as the black Audi moved up the driveway. 

"You're insane to be out in this weather," I shouted above the howling wind as I opened the door.

"I told you I'd be over. You only have a birthday once a year and I'm not going to miss it," my sister called out as she dashed from the car.

Sara ran up the porch steps and scurried past me. Her auburn hair was drenched and hung limp over her shoulders. She was wearing a navy blue nylon jacket, which was also soaking wet.

Sara walked towards the kitchen table. In her hands was a birthday cake, encased in a clear plastic case. The cake was coated with white frosting, with blue trim around the circumference. Written in red frosting on the top of the cake was Happy Birthday, Chaz!. Over her shoulder hung the thin strap of her purse. Dangling from her slender left wrist was a white plastic bag, which obviously contained something. She dropped it and her purse on to the table.

"Happy birthday, little brother." Sara's bright blue eyes met mine as she turned from the kitchen table. 

"Thanks, Sara, but I never really expected you to come out during this storm; it's not safe," I said.

"You think I'd miss my little brother's birthday? It's not every day you turn thirty." she shot back. "Brad would have come over, but he said that it wasn't safe to bring Jacob out, so he's at home with him."

At least my brother knew better than go out in this storm; especially with their four year-old son. I appreciated the effort my sister had made to acknowledge my birthday, but I feared that she had put herself in danger by going out during the height of the storm.

Sara was thirty-three. She was my big sister and always would be -- something she would never let me forget. She relished playing the role of my older, wiser sister, and never failed to forget one of my birthdays. Whether I was in college, or she was doing her Master's degree in Social Work hundreds of miles away, Sara never let one of my birthdays pass by without acknowledging it. Us being the only children in the family meant that Sara's attention and doting did not have to be divided amongst other siblings, which was something I reveled in at times.

"Happy Birthday, Chaz." Sara leaned towards me and kissed my cheek. Her full lips were wet from the rain, but also very soft. 

I felt myself blush as I cast my eyes over my sister. She looked lovely. No. She was much more than that. She looked sexy. Desirable. Any man who saw her would have felt the same, but being her brother I felt a pang of compunction as I felt my cock stir at the sight of her. Those were familiar feelings and ones I had grappled with for years.

Sara had taken her rain-soaked nylon windbreaker off and hung it on the coat tree in the corner. Now she looked even alluring. She was wearing a white blouse and a short burgundy skirt made of stretchy, knit material. It barely covered her knees and clung to the curves of her hips and ass. Both were firm and made me wish I could run my hands over them and give them a squeeze. It was my birthday after all. Perhaps she would allow me that one discretion, I fantasized. 

My sister's blouse had a scooped neck. The row of white buttons began several inches below her upper chest, which was left exposed by the low neckline of the blouse. As Sara bent over to retrieve her birthday gift to me from the plastic bag I could see her delicate collar bones and bra strap. It was thin and white. I wondered what the rest of her bra looked like. 

Sara was slim -- maybe about a hundred and ten pounds or so. No one would ever describe her as "stacked", or consider her buxom, but her breasts were still significantly more than a handful. I knew this based on the perhaps hundreds of times that I had appraised them through her tight blouses, tops and dresses over the years. There were even times that I was fortunate enough to catch glimpses of them down the front of her blouse or dress as she leaned over. Although her magnificent globes were most often held within a bra during the times that my wandering eyes moved down towards them, I could nonetheless tell that my older sister had near perfect breasts that my sweaty palms would not be able to fully hold with ease.

It wasn't just my sister's breasts that made her pretty, attractive or arousing though. She had long, lean legs that were muscled from years of jogging. Her exercise regimen had kept her body in good shape, even after giving birth to Jacob. That, coupled with her bright sapphire eyes and comely smile, ensured that she caught the attention of every man within eyesight of her, including me. For years I was well aware of just how sexy Sara was. It's not something I'm proud of. My carnal thoughts for my sister were something I had wrestled with for close to fifteen years. For a long time I fought my emotions, then realized it was a losing battle. Ultimately I settled for rationalizing that I would never be able to act upon my feelings and that they were a private matter, so I was harming no one with my forbidden lust for my older sister.

Sara pulled a box from the white plastic bag. The box was wrapped in dark blue tissue paper. Tied around it was a white ribbon. A blue bow was affixed to one corner. She presented me with the gift, beaming a smile at me.

"Happy Birthday!" Sara's voice was full of excitement and a tinge of apprehension. She always worried needlessly that I would like what she had chosen as a gift for me on birthdays and Christmas. The truth of the matter was that her taste in gifts was always perfect.

I sat down on a chair at the table and gave the box a shake. I heard nothing ratting inside. Sara laughed as she watched me. Wanting to prolong the process, I carefully tore the bow from the perfectly wrapped gift and placed it on the table. As I was removing the white ribbon from the box the sound of Sara's cell phone ringing in her purse interrupted me.

"That's probably, Brad," she said. "Wait till I'm finished with this before you finish unwrapping it."

I sat with my gift on my lap, looking up at my sister while she spoke into the phone. As she had predicted, it was her husband calling, or at least I surmised as much based on the snippets of her conversation I overheard. Once the conversation ended she placed the phone on the table and gave me an apologetic look.

"That was Brad, alright. He said that he heard on the radio that they've declared a state of emergency up in Cedar Falls. The police are telling people to stay off of the roads, unless it's an emergency. He said I should stay here the rest of the night till the hurricane passes. Sorry."

Sara's eyes met mine with a regretful look. It crushed me because the thought of having her spend the night, especially on my birthday, excited and gladdened me, but if she did not feel likewise, or dreaded it, I did not want her to have to endure being storm-stayed with me.

"Well, maybe it's not that bad out. You still might be able to make it home, if you drive carefully," I told her.

"Maybe, but it's not that," she said. "I just don't want to be an inconvenience, or mess up your birthday by hanging around."

I let out a loud laugh at the irony of her comment. "Mess up my birthday? Do you think I had plans? Geez, Sara, you're the only one who even remembered it was my birthday, besides mom and dad. I just feel bad that you're stuck here is all."

Sara stepped over to me. I felt her knees rub against my right thigh. She leaned over and threw her arms around my shoulders. Her soft cheek brushed over mine as she hugged me. Her silky golden-brown hair tickled my neck and face. The scent of her musky perfume filled my nostrils and fed my arousal. I drew in a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment, relishing the sensations.

"Stuck here? I would have planned on staying longer if I knew I could have. I promised Brad I'd be back in an hour or so because he was planning on going out with friends tonight. Now that he can't, I'm free to stay with you -- which is what I really wanted." She kissed my cheek as she held me tighter.

I felt myself blush and my heart accelerate as my sister embraced me. I ran my hands up from her slender waist towards her shoulders. I could feel the strap of her bra beneath her blouse, pulled tight across her back. When my eyes drifted down from her delicate neck I discovered that I could see down the front of her billowing blouse. Her round breasts quivered noticeably within her white bra. They were pushed upwards into two firm mounds, separated by a deep cleavage. Her skin was tanned and smooth. Through the silky cups of the bra I could see her stiff nipples protruding. I swallowed hard, wishing this moment could last an eternity.

A sharp report of thunder startled Sara. She lurched back, breaking her clutch on me. She turned around towards the window behind her. Lightning lit up the sky, followed by another clatter of thunder seconds later.

"It's getting closer," she observed, sounding frightened.

I nodded, more preoccupied with my lust than the storm. If a vengeful god was going to smite me with lightning for my incestuous thoughts, now was the ideal time, I thought to myself.

Another brilliant flash of lightning lit the sky, followed by a roar of thunder that seemed to shake the house. The lights flickered and winked-out for a moment before returning. Sara cast her eyes towards the ceiling fixture, looking concerned.

"You better go find a flashlight or something in case the lights go out," she suggested.

I could feel my hard cock pushing out at the front of my pants as I stood up. I quickly turned away from Sara so she could not see how turned-on I was by her. In a drawer at the corner of the counter I found a flashlight, matches and three candles amongst the clutter of screwdrivers, pliers and sundry other items I seldom used. I placed them on the kitchen table and sat back down.

"Finish unwrapping your gift," she coaxed, sounding excited.

Being less meticulous than earlier, I tore the wrapping from the box on my lap. Sara observed me, looking anxious. Within the box were two objects, both wrapped in the same blue tissue paper that had covered the exterior of the box. One was a smaller box, while the other was soft and pliable. I placed them on the table and dropped the box they had been in to the floor.

"Open that one first," my sister said, pointing towards the thin, rectangular box. "I don't know if you'll like the other one." Once more, she seemed nervous. She was chewing on her bottom lip.

I unwrapped the gift and gave a gasp of surprise, then smiled. It was a black ipod -- something I had been considering buying for myself. I smiled up at my sister.

"How did you know? I've wanted one of these for months!" 

"It was Brad's idea," she said. "He said he'd heard you say you were thinking of getting one."

"Thanks, and tell him I said thanks too," I gushed. "It's exactly what I wanted."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you like it." Sara paused, eying the other gift, still wrapped and lying on the table. "That other one was my idea. Brad doesn't even know I got it."

I picked the gift up. I guessed that it was clothing -- possibly a tie or t-shirt, judging from it's size and feel. When I tore at the tissue paper I discovered something made of black, silky material inside. I tugged at it, removing it from it's wrapping. Once I had removed the article from it's wrapping I discovered that I was holding a pair of black silk boxer shorts. I held them up, hopefully looking more surprised than disappointed. I smiled up at my sister.

"Every guy needs a pair of silk boxers," she said with a devilish grin. "Women love them and I hear that they feel really nice too." She gave me a sly smirk.

"Thanks, Sara. I don't know if anyone will ever see them on me though."

My smile faded for a moment as I contemplated the reality of my comment. It had been just under eight months since I had broken up with my girlfriend of three years, Krista. I had spent several months recovering from that relationship and I was still at the point where I feared that I would never meet anyone else -- at least not as special as Krista was.

Sara gave me an encouraging smile and sidled closer to me. She draped her left arm over my shoulder, looking down towards me.

"Have some faith in yourself, Chaz," she said. "You need to get out there and start looking. Krista was nice, and I liked her, but there are tons of great women out there. You'll meet someone, if you'd only give them a chance and stop comparing them to her."

I looked up at my sister with a dubious expression.

"Besides, even if no one sees them on you, you'll like how they feel. Trust me; I know." Sara gave me wide grin and winked.

My sister's remark puzzled me. I cocked an eyebrow as I looked into her dreamy eyes. She understood my perplexed expression and smiled.

"Want to know something?" she asked, sounding secretive.

"Sure," I said. 

"I have this pink silk blouse. Whenever I wear it without a bra it drives me crazy because it always makes my nipples so hard." Sara let out a sexy giggle, looking somewhat coy.

"Oh..." I grunted, fighting the urge to lower my eyes to her chest.

"So, I was thinking you'd like the silk boxers because they would... you know... do something similar to you when you wore them. Even if no one sees them you can still enjoy them. Maybe you can wear them to sleep in" Sara's eyes met mine with an immodest glint as she smirked. 

"Well, I... uh... don't know. I've never had a pair of silk boxers before so I don't know if --"

"Don't worry, little brother. I'm not going to ask if you get a boner when you wear them the next time I see you," she interrupted, giving me a teasing look.

I was struggling for words when another clap of thunder rang out, shattering the tense silence between me and my sister. She flinched and jumped towards me, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. I eased my arm around the small of her back, pulling her closer as she clung to me. Moments later the lights flickered and went out. This time they stayed out.

"Crap!" I spat out, peering into the darkness.

"Scared of the dark, Chaz? Don't worry, I'll protect you." My sister's voice was both taunting and seductive. I held her tighter to me as she held on to my shoulders.

"Good thing I got the flashlight and candles out," I remarked.

Outside, the rain was still pouring down. The house seemed quieter now without the constant whirring of the fridge and other appliances that one normally disregards the sounds of. I was keenly aware of the feeling of my sister's body pressed to my right side and the scent of her perfume. I was also glad for the darkness to conceal my erection.

"Do you have a candle holder?" Sara asked.

"Somewhere, I guess."

Sara turned the flashlight on and began searching through cupboards. She found a saucer she walked back beside me. She lit a candle and held it upside-down, letting the wax drip into the saucer. Once a small puddle of wax had accumulated she affixed the bottom of the candle to it.

The golden glow of the candle flickered in the kitchen. It's radiant light illuminated Sara's face, making her appear more like an image of a goddess in a temple than my sister standing in my kitchen. The candlelight shimmered on her hair and eyes, making her appear even more enticing. I silently admired her beauty, feeling overcome by a mixture of lust and ardor.

"The lights will probably be out for a while. Want to go sit in the living room?" Sara asked.

"Sure," I said.

Sara slung her purse over her shoulder and picked up the candle. I gathered up the other two candles and the flashlight and followed her.

The living room was somewhat darker than the kitchen, but the candle on the coffee table a few feet in front of the soft provided enough light for us to see. I sat down to the left of Sara, feeling thankful for the semi-darkness because it concealed the bulge in the front of my pants.

"I guess this isn't how you planned on spending your birthday," she said.

"No, but you had planned on being home by now; sorry." I cast her a doleful look.

"Hey, I already told you -- this is what I would have wanted to do. Well, except for the power being out." Her voice was soft and sensuous.

Sara smiled and slid closer to me. She kicked her shoes off, then tucked her feet under her as she leaned towards me. I felt her hip press against mine and her arm brush over me. We sat in silence for close to a minute. I wondered what she was thinking and feeling. After a little while she rested her head on my shoulder and wiggled closer.

Without any encouragement I eased my arm around her waist, resting my hand on the curve of her hip. She sighed. My fingers came to rest on her ass, just below the flare of her right hip. I contemplated moving them higher, then decided not to.

"You probably wish it was Krista here instead of me," she said, sounding sad.

"No. I don't wish she was here at all. I'm over her. I'm glad you're here," I said, hoping I had chosen the right words.

"Thanks, little brother. You always know just what to say to make me feel good."

Sara's words flustered me. The truth of the matter was that I was over Krista. Completely. Whats more, I did not know another woman besides my sister whom I would rather be cuddling with on the couch on the night of my birthday, or any other night. My only regret was that I could not fully express to her just how special that moment was to me. I searched for words, hoping to reassure her without giving away my illicit desire for her.

"No, it's not like that. I mean it, Sara. You're the one I want to spend my birthday with. Not her. Not anyone else." Once spoken, the words sounded a little too intimate to have been said to my sister. I cringed, glad that she could not see my expression.

"Really?" Sara straightened her back and looked at me with a smile.

I gave her a bashful nod, still fearing that I had overstepped the bounds of propriety between siblings.

My sister's hand was gentle on my left cheek as she cupped my face in her palm. She tugged me closer and pressed her full, moist lips to my left cheek to kiss me. It was a tender, lingering kiss -- one like she had never given me before, and one I would have to struggle to recall ever having received from another woman before. Her breasts pushed against my arm and chest. They were round and firm. My senses were flooded by the feeling of her pliant lips on my cheek and her breasts on me. My cock began to swell as I leaned closer to her, wanting to feel more of her body against mine.

"I love you," she whispered into my ear, then rested her head on my shoulder.

"I love you too," I replied, not as a perfunctory response, but because I meant it more than I thought she could ever imagine, or wanted to know.

"You never have to say it, Chaz. I know you do," she said, sounding wistful.

I gave her a questioning look. Her eyes were on mine again, half closed, with a dreamy look to them. She either looked aroused or sleepy -- although I would have wished for the former, I guessed the latter.




The Birthday Present



"You do?" My eyes narrowed as they met hers.

"I've known it for years," she said. "And I mean a special kind of love. Not like how mom and dad love me, and not like Brad does. It's different, isn't it?"

My heart sped up and I felt myself growing nervous as I looked at my sister. "What do you mean?" I asked, almost dreading the answer.

"The way you look at me," she explained, then cocked her eyes to one side for a moment. "No, more like where you look sometimes. How you look at me. No one looks at me like you do, Chaz." Now she had a seductive look on her face.

"Huh?" I grunted, growing more tense.

"Come on, little brother," Sara said, smirking. "There's no need to play dumb. There's just you and me here. No one will ever know what we talk about tonight -- not Brad or anyone else." She inched closer, till her thigh rubbed over mine.

"I'm not playing dumb," I insisted, trying to sound believable.

"I saw you peeking down my blouse earlier in the kitchen -- naughty boy." Her voice was soft and taunting, but also very sexy in a coquettish way.

I gave my sister a guilty smirk, knowing it was useless to try to deny what she already knew.

"I hope you got a good look at them," she added.

I cast her a dumbfounded stare, unable to believe that she seemed to enjoy my illicit leering.

"I... ah... yeah, I did," I finally admitted.

Sara let out a giggle. "Good. You deserved a little something special on your birthday."

Emboldened by arousal and my sister's frank talk, I smiled and decided to speak my mind. "There's nothing little about them," I countered with a smirk.

Sara tilted her head down, turning it left and right before meeting my eyes once more. "I'm glad you think so. I always wished they were bigger."

"They're just right; big enough," I assured her. "Plus, they've gotten bigger since you had Jacob."

Sara smiled, seeming pleased by my observation, albeit improper coming from her brother. "So you noticed?" She shot me a teasing smirk, but seemed flattered.

"It's hard not to," I said, running my eyes over her chest.

"What's hard?" she shot back, her voice full of innuendo.

Once more I was keenly aware of my erection. I shifted, hoping to hide what I feared was a tent in my pants. "Nothing," I said, sounding shy.

"Well, maybe if you were wearing those boxers something would be..." Her soft voice faded out as her eyes flitted down to my lap.

I let out a nervous laugh. "I don't think I'm going to let anyone see me in those," I said.

"Not even me?"

"Especially not you," I exclaimed.

Sara pouted, then rested her head on my shoulder again. "But you got a look down my blouse earlier," she countered.

"That's different."

"Why? Don't you think it's a fair trade? A down-blouse look for me seeing you in those boxers."

"No, it's not. I'd be getting the better part of the deal," I said with a laugh.

"See, you always know just what to say." Sara gave me a hug.

"I'm not just saying it; I mean it," I asserted. "Besides, I shouldn't even be saying it to you."

"And I shouldn't be giving my baby brother silk boxers." Her eyes met mine as she smirked.

"That's not so bad," I said, unable to see how inappropriate her gift was.

"How about me thinking that wearing them will give you a hard-on then?" Her eyes were wide as she grinned.

"That's a little different," I said, feeling nervous again.

Sara let out a delicious laugh. Her breasts shook a bit as she moved her shoulders. I watched them, wishing I could squeeze them in my hands.

"How about you try them on so I can see how they look on you?"

I leaned back and gave my older sister an astonished look at her suggestion. I was already hard. No way was I about to let her see me parading about in a pair of silk boxer shorts with a tent in them.

"No way!" I gasped.

Sara laughed once more, only louder. "I guess I'll have to settle for how you fill out those pants then."

I shifted my eyes towards Sara and saw that she was looking down at my lap, focused on the noticeable bulge in my pants. I squirmed, but realized it was too late to try to hide my erection.

"I like being able to do that to you," she whispered in my ear, bathing my neck with her hot breath.

"But... it's not right," I said.

"It's your birthday. To hell with what's not right," she said. "Relax and have some fun, little brother."

The silence between us was awkward. It made me tense and I wished that the television or a radio was on to fill the gaps in conversation. Sara's body against me was blissful though and I soon relaxed and enjoyed it. After ten minutes or so she raised up a bit and looked down at my lap. I knew what she was interested in and I grew uncomfortable once more.

"You're still... excited," she said and winked.

I squirmed and gave her a faint nod.

"But aren't you uncomfortable?" she asked, sounding concerned.

"I'm fine, Sara," I snapped.

She must have understood my defensiveness because she remained calm. "What about if I... helped you with it?" she looked into my eyes, letting her expression say more than her words. The look on her face was almost pleading, but it was also very inviting and teasing.

"Sara... geez... I can't believe you just said that!"

My sister shrugged and shot me a playful look. "Consider it a birthday gift from your big sister."

"Sara, stop it," I demanded. 

I was shocked by her offer, but more than that I was tempted. Very tempted. Still, I feared the effect it might have on our relationship, or her marriage if somehow Brad ever found out -- not to mention the shame if others knew. I had to resist and not reveal even the slightest interest.

She leaned back against me, but I soon discovered that she had not given up on her offer. A minute or so later I felt her fingertips grazing up and down the inside of my thigh.

"What if you let me do it as a favor -- like an early birthday gift to me?" My sister glanced up at me, looking hopeful.

I had been using every ounce of willpower to resist her charms, but now that she was stroking my thigh it made it twice as difficult, and me twice as hard.

"Sara, we can't," I said, almost begging her to relent.

"We can do whatever we want, Chaz. There's no one here to stop us. And all I'm talking about is... you know... just my hand. Nothing else." She let out a nervous giggle after she spoke.

I drew in several deep breaths, trying to calm myself, to no avail.

"I don't want you to think it's not that I wouldn't like it," I said, fearing I had hurt her feelings.

"I know. I'd like it too," she said.

I looked at her. She must have been able to tell how surprised I was by her admission, given the look on my face.

"Did you think I wouldn't enjoy it too?" she asked, cocking her eyebrows.

"I don't know. I never thought about it," I said.

"Well, I would... a lot... maybe as much as you." Her fingertips inched up my thigh, closer to my hard cock. "I can tell that you're... that you've got more there than what I'm used to. Brad's a great guy, but..." Her voice faded out, leaving me to assume the rest.

"You keep saying things that shock me," I said, then laughed out of nervousness.

"I'm sorry. I meant it as a compliment," she said.

"I know. Thanks. But you don't even know if it's true," I said and grinned.

"I'm pretty sure. Those pants are pretty tight on you, Chaz, and you look like you're even more... excited now."

"Well, you keep rubbing my leg," I said, trying to explain myself.

"You like that then?"

I never answered, but I shifted my hips a bit, trying to get comfortable.

"I think you do. Just relax, little brother. I want to make you feel good. Would you like it better if I let you touch me while I did it?" she offered.

"Sara... my god. No!"

Undaunted, my sister shrugged. "What if I let you see me?" She straightened her back and undid a button of her blouse.

"Sara, damn it, stop," I said.

Sara frowned, but stopped. "I thought that maybe after we had talked about you looking down my blouse, that if I let you see some more while I did it you'd like that better."

"It's not that I wouldn't like it -- "

"It's that we can't," she interjected, mocking me.

Sara leaned back on my shoulder. I looked down at her blouse. I could see her cleavage down the front. Her firm breasts were pushed up and together by her bra and her arm as she leaned on me. They looked magnificent.

"Aren't you going to do your blouse back up?" I asked.

"No. And I'm not going to tell you not to look either." She looked up with a defiant glint in her eye.

I sighed, feeling her fingers on my thigh again.

"I hope you at least enjoy the view," she said.

I laughed.

"What?" She looked up at me, seeming confused or offended by my nervous laugh.

"Nothing... yes, the view looks very nice." I assured her. I did not want to hurt her feelings, but it was also the truth. In fact, it was an understatement.

"Thanks. I like what I see too -- although I wish I could see a little more."

"It's not like there's a lot to see," I told her.

"I already told you, I think there is." Sara raised up and looked into my eyes. "You've got a nice one. Chaz. I just know," she said, almost whispering. Her eyes had a glint of arousal to them which made them even more alluring.

My sister's voice was soft and sexy. It turned me on more than I already was. The sultry expression on her face was as exciting as looking down her blouse was. I smiled at her, feeling a rush of excitement.

"You've got a dirty mind, young lady," I teased.

"I can be really naughty when I want," she told me, sounding impish.

"I think I know."

"Oh... why is that?" she countered.

"Well, any girl who offers to... help her brother -- that's naughty," I explained.

"What about guys who look at their big sister's tits?" she countered. "That's naughty too."

"Their big sister's tits, or their sister's big tits?" I quipped, smirking.

Sara let out a loud laugh, then looked down at her open blouse. "They're not that big," she said.

I shrugged. "Big enough."

Sara sat up facing me and unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way, then pulled it open. Her white bra pushed her breasts up so most of them were uncovered. I could clearly see the outline of her thick nipples through the silky fabric.

"What the hell are you doing, Sara?" I demanded.

"I knew that if I offered to show you, you'd just refuse, so -- " She grinned at me, looking pleased with herself.

"You're cagey," I told her.

"Naughty," she corrected.

"Yes, that's it: naughty. It's my birthday, but you're the one who deserves a spanking," I said with a burst of laughter.

Sara let out a sharp gasp and looked at me. She smiled. The look in her eyes had changed. It looked wanton. "Maybe I do then, little brother. I haven't been spanked in a long time and I've been a naughty girl," she said in a husky voice. She gave my thigh a squeeze.

Sara's expression and remark turned me on more than I already was. Her disclosure about being spanked surprised me, but she had stumbled on another one of my secret kinks, besides wanting her. My resistance crumbled. I was almost dizzy with arousal. Spanking my sister would be an even bigger turn-on than her giving me a hand job. My twisted logic convinced me it would be less intimate too -- somehow almost not incestuous or wrong.

"When was the last time you were spanked?" I asked, unable to hide my interest.

"Years ago, when I was seeing someone before Brad; not since then. Do you think I need one?" She almost pouted as she posed the question.

I nodded, too nervous and excited to speak.

Sara turned so she was facing the back of the couch. She rested on her elbows and leaned over. I ran my eyes down her slender back to her firm, round ass, covered by her tight skirt. She was watching me, looking anxious and horny. When she reached back and began to tug the hem of her skirt up I felt my hands tremble. Slowly she inched the tight skirt higher up her parted thighs as my excitement grew. When her black panties came into view I almost gasped. They were a lacy bikini cut.

Sara observed my reaction. The look on her face told me that she knew I wanted this as much as her, probably more. She bit her lower lip, looking nervous, then gave me a flirtatious smile. I was staring at the curves of her ass and hips as she bent over. She ran her hand down over them.

"I trust you, Chaz," she said. "Do whatever you want. I'll say 'stop' or get off the couch if you go too far, but I don't think you can." She smiled, reassuring me that she would enjoy it too.

I nodded. "Have you been a naughty girl, Sara?"

Sara nodded. "Yes. Very. Don't you think I have?"

I ran my hand up the inside of her right thigh. She gasped and smiled, then spread her knees further apart on the couch. My hand slid up over her ass. It was firm and her panties were soft. I gave her a hard squeeze. When I began to tug at the waistband of her panties she appeared shy and shook her head.

"No." she said, but I could tell she was being coy.

"They have to come off, Sara," I said.

"But... you'll be able to see... everything," she said.

I pulled her panties down to her knees. Her ass looked perfect. It was curvy and smooth. I ran my fingers over her panties and felt that the crotch was damp. I smiled.

"You made your panties damp, Sara." I gave her firm ass a slap. She flinched.

"Yes..." she admitted.

"What caused that?"

"I... I was thinking about you," she confessed.

I gave her ass another slap. It rang out and she moaned. She lowered her head to the back of the couch and her hair fell around her face. I brushed it back so I could see here expression.

"What were you thinking about?"

I ran my hand over her ass -- caressing it and noting how firm it was. I gave it another slap, only harder. It was beginning to redden. Sara wiggled her hips and moaned through her clenched jaw.

"I... I was thinking about sucking you," she said.

"What else?"

"I liked letting you look down my blouse to see my tits. It made me so horny."

"You're a naughty girl, Sara." I slapped her firm ass another time.

"I know. I can't help it. I like being slutty sometimes."

I slapped her ass hard again twice, making her groan, then ran my hand down between her cheeks. When my fingers slid down over her wet lips she gasped and looked back at me. I gave her ass another hard slap and pushed a finger in her wet pussy. It was tight. She moaned and gripped my finger. I began working it in and out.

"Your pussy is nice and tight, Sara," I said.

"Thank-you," she said in a meek voice.

I slapped her ass twice, making her flinch and cry out. Her cheeks were even redder now, and hot. I rubbed them and gave one a hard squeeze.

"What were you thinking about besides sucking my cock?" I asked.

"About you cumming on my tits -- maybe my face," she said.

"You like that then?"

"I guess... no one ever has, but I've thought about you doing it."

I slipped a second finger in her and worked them in and out faster, teasing her clit with my thumb. She was breathing faster and clutching the back of the couch. Her juice was running down my fingers towards my palm. I tugged at her hair as I fingered her harder.

"Oh god... that feels so good... fuck my cunt hard, Chaz. I'm so close," she gasped.

I pulled my fingers from her and gave her ass another slap. Sara turned her head around, looking disappointed.

"No... don't tease me... please..." she begged.

"What do you want?"

"I... I want to cum... please, Chaz," she begged, breathing hard.

"When was the last time you came?" My hand came down on her rosy ass again and she moaned.

"This morning... in the shower," she said.

"Were you alone?"

Sara nodded. "Yes... just me."

"What were you thinking about?" I was stroking her swollen clit gently up and down, teasing her with my fingertip. Her pink lips were wet and shiny and I could smell the musky scent of her pussy.

"About being alone with you today... about teasing you -- trying to get you to notice me. I didn't want to wear a bra, but I was too nervous. I was afraid that Brad would be suspicious." She forced out the words in heavy breaths as she pushed her hips back to meet my fingers.

"Do you think about me other times when you play with yourself?"

"Always. It's always you I think of when I play, when I can get time alone," she said, her voice deep with arousal. "But... sometimes when I'm with Brad, you know, I imagine it's you." She turned her head and gave me a nervous look.

"That's very naughty," I said.

Sara nodded in agreement. I slid my finger from her clit. I gave her ass another slap. She groaned and wiggled her hips. After I caressed her ass I slid my fingers back down over her wet pussy. Her clit was hard. I rubbed it, spreading her juice over it and listening to her moan. She had been teased enough and it was time I gave her release.

I slipped two fingers in my sister's tight pussy and began working them in and out. With my other hand I reached under her and began rubbing her hard clit. I moved my fingertip in a circle, then strummed it up and down. Sara moaned and moved her hips in a slow circle. When she began pumping them back to meet my hand I knew that she was close. I pressed down harder on her clit and rubbed faster. She let out one final gasp and moaned. Her tight pussy gripped my fingers as she came. She grabbed the back of the couch as she cried out. I slipped my fingers from her and waited for her to recover.

"I... oh my god... that was amazing, Chaz." Sara turned and slumped back against the couch, facing me. Her knees were parted and her damp panties were still past her knees. Her skirt was bunched around her waist. Her wet lips were parted. I looked down to them and the thin strip of hair just above.

Sara gave me a modest smile and began tugging her panties up. I reached out and took hold of her slender wrist, stopping her.

"I never said you could pull them back up," I said, looking into her eyes.

Sara smiled, relaxing her arms. "You really do want me to be slutty tonight, don't you?" she teased, sounding intrigued and horny.

"Don't you want to be?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Then take them off," I said.

Sara eased her panties down to her ankles. She slipped out of them and dropped them to the floor.

"What about my skirt? Can I pull it down?" she asked.

"For now," I grinned.

"Thank-you," she said, tugging her skirt down towards her knees.

Sara slid closer to me. She clutched my arm and leaned on my shoulder. After a few seconds she kissed my cheek. "Thanks, Chaz," she whispered.

"For what? I asked.

"For the best night of my life. I love you, little brother. Happy Birthday." She gave me a wink, then leaned on my shoulder again. 

I leaned over and kissed her flushed cheek. Thanks. I love you too," I said.

The rain and wind had stopped some time ago, but I had been too preoccupied with Sara to have really noticed. It was only when we were resting quietly together that I realized that the storm had passed. It was nighttime now though.

"I guess the storm's over," I said, looking towards the darkened window.

"I wish they'd get the power back on though," Sara said.

"The lightning might have hit a transformer, or maybe falling limbs took power lines down. It can take a while sometimes to repair it. And remember, while we're sleeping, those guys are out working," I said.

Sara nodded. I never thought about that."

"The power probably won't be on till morning," I told her.

Sara clutched my arm tighter and leaned on it. "It's getting late. I guess we may as well get to bed if the power's not going to come back on anytime soon," she said.

"Yeah, you're right," I said.

I was torn. I would have loved to have stayed up later and spent more time with Sara, but going to bed meant that I would finally be able to jerk off -- something I really needed to do after everything that had happened.




The Birthday Present



"Wait here while I go get the flashlight." Sara jumped up from the couch and went out to the kitchen. A minute later I saw the beam of light as she returned. She was holding the pair of boxers she had given me as a gift in her hand. 

"You said you'd wear these tonight," she said, handing them to me.

"I forgot about them," I told her.

"I hadn't," she giggled. "Let's go, birthday boy." 

I got up and Sara lead me upstairs with the flashlight. We stopped outside the bathroom and she turned towards me.

"You can use it first. Guys always take less time. I'll wait here," she said.

Sara was in the hall, leaning against the wall when I left the bathroom. She stepped closer and smiled. "Happy Birthday, Chaz -- although I think I had a better time than you." She gave me a modest smile.

"No, believe me, you didn't," I told her.

Sara wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me. She rested her head on my shoulder. Her breasts pushed against me and I felt my hard cock rubbing over her. She backed away a bit and looked down towards it.

"I should let you get to bed. You probably want to be alone for a while. Just make sure you wear the boxers, okay?" she said.

I nodded.

Sara went in to the bathroom and I went to my room. I quickly undressed. It felt good to have my pants and underwear off. My hard cock stood out from me and I gave it a few slow strokes, then pulled the boxers on. The silky material felt wonderful on my cock. I rubbed it through them, enjoying the feeling of it on my swollen head. I got into bed wearing only the boxers and stared at the ceiling. I really wanted to jerk off, but decided to wait till Sara had gone to bed so I would be assured of privacy. 

I was surprised to discover that there was some moonlight shining through the open window illuminating the room. Now that the storm had passed the sky must have cleared, I thought. As my eyes adjusted I found that the room was not as dark as I had expected. I settled down in bed, waiting for Sara to finish in the bathroom.

A few minutes later I heard the bathroom door open and saw the beam of the flashlight as Sara approached. She stepped into the doorway of my bedroom. Immediately I noticed that she had taken her skirt off. Now all she wore was her white blouse, but the first few buttons were undone.

"Did you put the boxers on?" she asked.

"Yes," I told her.

"And...?"

"They fit," I chuckled, looking over towards her.

"Not that, silly! How do they feel?" she asked with a laugh.

"Nice... really nice," I said, probably sounding horny.

"I told you they would. I wish I could see," she said.

Sara walked over to my bed, running her eyes up and down me. Her eyes lingered on my bare chest. It had been years since she had seen me without a shirt on and she seemed to like how I looked.

"Can I stay here with you tonight, Chaz?" she asked.

"The spare room's made up," I told her.

"I know. It's just that it's pitch black up here. I can't sleep when it's like that," she lamented.

"Don't tell me my big sister's afraid of the dark." I grinned, knowing she would be annoyed by my mocking.

"Not scared... just uncomfortable. Chaz, please." she pleaded

"You've got the flashlight, Sara. Use that."

"That will kill the batteries in no time. Then what will I do if I have to go pee later, or you do? Come on, Chaz."

I did not know if it was just a ruse, but I decided to relent. Sleeping beside my sister would be the most erotic thing that I had done in a very long time. I just hoped to keep a little distance between us so she didn't realize how horny I was.

"Okay, come on," I relented. "But if you snore, I'm kicking you out."

Sara laughed as she slid under the blanket beside me. She wiggled closer and I felt her bare thigh against mine. Her skin was soft and smooth. Her touch made my cock twitch and I turned on my side a bit, facing her. The right side of Sara's partially open blouse hung down, revealing her breast. She had taken her bra off. Now I could see more than just her cleavage. I stared into her open blouse at her partially exposed breast.

Sara rested her arm across my chest. She slid her hand down over it until her finger brushed over my right nipple. She stopped and traced her finger around it. It began to stiffen. I liked the feeling but was too nervous to admit it. When she gave it a pinch and tugged at it I flinched.

"Hey, behave!" I reached over and gave her ass a slap.

"Ow... be gentle... it still stings from earlier. I don't want to have to explain any bruises to Brad," she said, rubbing her hand over her ass.

I gave her a worried look. "Is it bruised? I'm sorry, Sara."

"No... relax. I'm fine. Besides, even if you had have left a bruise, Brad wouldn't have seen it." she told me.

"Why not?"

"Lately I just haven't been interested in Brad in that way. He's a great guy and treats me well, but I'm happier with my toys."

"Toys?" I questioned.

"I have a couple of vibes," she explained, looking shy.

Sara's hand was still on my chest. She started running her finger around my nipple again, making it hard. She brushed her fingertip over it, smiling.

"Have you ever wondered why guys have nipples?" she asked.

"No. Not really," I said.

"They serve no purpose like womens' do," she remarked.

I didn't reply.

"Yours are a lot smaller than mine."

"I can tell," I said, smiling as my eyes moved to the front of her blouse where her hard nipples were poking out.

Sara looked down at herself, then to me. "Yours are darker too," she remarked.

Hearing my sister talk about her body was exciting. I turned to face her, moving my eyes up and down her as we laid facing each-other.

"I guess... I mean, I don't know if they are," I said.

Sara seemed surprised by my revelation. Her eyes widened a bit and she raised her head a few inches from the pillow. "You've never seen them? Not after all those times you've looked down my tops?"

"No, not even once," I told her.

"Well, that will have to change!" 

Sara looked excited and teasing. She pulled her blouse aside to expose her left breast to me. It hung down as she laid on her side, but looked firm. Her nipple was a pinkish-brown and thick. The lighter ring surrounding it was small compared to the others I'd seen on other women. It made her hard nipple look more prominent against her breast and I found it very cute.

"Want to see the other one?" she offered, looking very tempting. She knew the answer before I even opened my mouth.

"Of course I do," I told her.

Sara giggled and shifted onto her back a bit. She pulled her blouse away to show me her other breast. Her chest rose and fell as her breathing grew heavier. She looked beautiful lying there with the moonlight coming through the window shining on her.

"God, you're pretty," I said, running my eyes up and down her.

She turned back on her hip. She met my eyes with a warm smile that was unlike any she had ever given me before. It was more like the ones that girlfriends I'd had in the past had given me on occasion, although it meant more to me than all the others combined.

"You ain't so bad yourself," she grinned.

Sara slid closer. She draped her arm over my chest and rested her head on my shoulder. I turned and kissed her forehead. She smiled and wiggled closer. As she did my hard cock pushed into the curve of her stomach. The combination of the silk and her supple body felt wonderful, but I pulled away out of embarrassment.

Sara's pretty eyes widened and she let out a funny sounding gasp of surprise. She raised up on her elbow and looked at me. Her left breast swayed in front of me and I wanted to take her nipple in my mouth.

"I... I thought that you took care of that while I was in the bathroom," she said.

"No... I was afraid you'd come back," I explained.

"Oh, Chaz," she said, sounding sympathetic. 

I waited for her to say more, but she didn't. Instead, she rested on her side again and slid closer. My cock was rubbing over her stomach once again, feeding my arousal. Sara began rocking her hips, humping gently against my hard shaft. It rubbed against the silk as it slid over the soft curve of her stomach.

"How does that feel?" she whispered as she rubbed herself against my hard shaft.

"Great..." I moaned.

"If I keep doing this will you cum?" she asked, not bothering to be subtle anymore.

"Yes," I said, almost moaning.

"Good." Sara was beginning to breathe faster. Her hips were pushing towards me harder now. She had slid her hand down my chest to hold onto my hip, tugging at it to pull me towards her.

My hand was on my sister's hip. I clutched it tight as I thrust against her. Her breath washed over me and I could detect the faintest scent of her pussy. It excited me even more and I began to hump harder against her. When she stopped moving I was disappointed, fearing she had suddenly become uncomfortable with what e were doing.

"Just a second," she said.

Sara rolled over on the bed with her back to me. She slid closer until our bodies were pressed together from head to toe. Her cushiony ass rubbed over my hard cock. She reached down and pulled the bottom of her blouse up around her waist, uncovering her rounded ass. 

I moved my hips, pushing my hard shaft against her backside. I felt the head slip between her fleshy cheeks slightly. The combination of the silk on my cock and her yielding body was amazing. I knew it wouldn't be long before would cum.

"Does this feel better?" my sister asked. She took my hand and slid it up from her hip to her left breast. She pressed it there firmly, holding my palm to her mound. I could feel her hard nipple as I rubbed and squeezed her supple flesh.

"Oh god, this feels great," I moaned.

"Good," she cooed.

Sara began gyrating her hips slowly, matching the rocking motions of my own. The length of my cock moved over her ass. I felt the head slip down over her wet lips. She gasped and froze for an instant, then pushed back harder.

"Oh god... shit... fuck my ass, Chaz... your cock feels so good... push your big cock against me harder," Sara moaned, pushing back and moving her hips in a tight circle. 

I was squeezing my sister's breast harder and pinching her nipple as I humped against her. The head of my cock dipped between her cheeks occasionally as I pumped. Even there she felt tight and warm.

"Cum for me, little brother... cum all over my ass," Sara urged in a husky voice, breathing hard.

Listening to my sister talking dirty was enough to send me over the edge. My body tensed and I let out a throaty moan as I came. My thick cum splashed over the inside of my boxers and ran everywhere. Soon I felt it soaking through the thin silk. Sara was still rubbing her cheeks against me and moaning while my cock softened.

"Mmmm... your cum is making my ass wet, little brother," she said.

"Oh.. sorry," I said, easing away from her.

"No... don't," Sara said, grabbing my hip and pulling me to her. "I want it on me. I want it everywhere, but this is a start." She continued to move her hips, smearing my cum over her as it soaked through my boxers.

Sara and I fell asleep like that -- me holding her breast in my hand and her pressing her sexy ass to my spent cock and cum-soaked underwear.

I had no idea what time it was when I woke up. I craned my head to look towards the window. The sky was the colour of Sara's eyes, so I knew the sun was beginning to come up. She was still sleeping beside me. My hand was cupping her breast. Her ass was pressed tight to me. Seconds later my cock began to swell. It stiffened and poked into her through my boxers. I didn't want to wake her because she looked so content and peaceful, but I was becoming very horny.

As gently as I could I began to hump my sister's ass while she slept beside me. I groped her breast and rubbed my cock over her ass. Soon I felt her stir. She let out a soft moan and pushed back against my hard shaft.

"Mmmm...I wish I could wake up like this every morning -- feeling your thick, hard cock," she said, sounding sleepy and turned-on.

Sara rolled over on her back and smiled as she looked up at me. I brushed her hair out of her face and kissed her flushed cheek. My cock was pressed to her hip now and I was still moving my hips slightly.

"Have a good sleep?" I asked.

"Mmmm...wonderful. You?"

I nodded.

"I can tell. You're well-rested and ready for more," she said.

Sara pushed her hip into my erection and smiled. She sat up and straddled my left thigh. I could feel her wet pussy rub along my leg. Her soft lips separated as she moved her hips. Soon my leg was getting wet with her juice. I looked up and noticed the aroused look on her face. She was bracing her hands on my chest and leaning over me a bit, rocking her hips faster as she pressed her clit harder to my leg. Her breasts fell from her open blouse and swayed as she moved. I held her hips, looking down to her wet pussy sliding along my leg.

"I think you should take these off." She tugged at the waistband of my boxers, staring at the outline of my cock through the thin silk.

"I don't know about that," I said with a weak smile.

"But how are you going to get this in my wet cunt if you don't?" She ran her hand along my cock through the silk, then curled her slender fingers around it. She gave it a squeeze and a few slow strokes.

I moaned and lifted up from the bed, pushing my cock into her hand. She lifted herself from my leg and shifted her hips until the head of my cock rubbed over her pussy. She moaned, squeezing my shaft tighter in her hand as she guided it to her hard clit. She reached down and spread her lips apart as she manipulated my cock with her other hand. A few moments later I felt the head of my cock slip inside her, just barely, but enough to feel her tightness around it. I gasped, both from pleasure and shock. Sara released me from her hand and looked down, giving me a slutty grin. Her hands were resting on my hips. I felt my cock brush the inside of her soft thigh.

"How did it feel to have your cock in your big sister's pussy, Chaz?"

I was breathing hard and could feel sweat on my brow and chest. "Good... tight and wet," I said as I exhaled, then I smiled. "And very naughty."

"I bet you'd like to shove it in me all the way, but not with your boxers on." She ran her fingers up and down the trail of hair in the center of my chest, stopping when she reached my boxers.

I swallowed and nodded. "Yes..." I said, watching where her hand was moving.

"My pussy's so wet... it would slide in me so easily..." Sara ran her fingertips over her glistening pink lips, then moved her hand to my mouth. She wiped her juice over my lips. I licked her fingers and sucked them clean.

When Sara began tugging at my boxers I was too horny to care what was right or wrong. I loved her. I knew this was something we both wanted equally and were old enough to decide what was best for us. When the elastic waistband of my boxers slid down my cock Sara let out a throaty moan. She finished pulling them off then dropped them to the floor. She drug her fingertips along the underside of my cock and cradled my balls in her hand.

"Will you cum on me when you finish?" she asked, looking into my eyes and fondling my heavy balls.

"Sure... if you want me to." I gave her a brusk nod.

"I do. I want you to mark me with your cum, Chaz. Claim me."

Sara moved onto her side, still observing me. "I want you on top of me since it's our first time. After that, you can do whatever you want with me."

I crawled between my sister's parted thighs, feeling her smooth, hot skin against my legs and hips. She reached up to me, urging me down onto her, tugging at my forearms. Already she was trying to wrap her legs around me, locking us together in an incestuous embrace.

When the head of my cock brushed over Sara's parted lips to her clit she moaned and pushed up to meet me. I guided my cock inside her, watching it sink between her tender petals. She held me tight within her and I began thrusting.

"Fuck me as hard as you want, little brother. I can take it. I've needed this for so long." Already her voice had taken on a heavy ragged sound.

Sara's breasts shook as I pumped my cock harder in and out of her wet pussy. Her heels pressed into the backs of my thighs and her fingernails dug into my back. She moaned into my ear. I looked down at her, loving the look of pleasure on her face and feeling glad to be responsible for it. I thrust my hips faster, pushing her into the mattress and making her body shake with my movements. I could hear the sounds as our bodies met each time I shoved my cock deep in her tight pussy. My shaft glistened with her juice and already my balls were coated with it.

"Oh god... shit, your big cock feels so good," she cried out, clenching her teeth. "Fuck me hard, little brother...fuck your slutty sister... fill my cunt."

Sara's eyes were clamped shut and her head was thrown back. I grabbed her left breast and gave it a hard squeeze. When I pinched her nipple she cried out louder and opened her eyes for a moment, watching me fuck her.

"I love you, Chaz," she said.

"I love you too, Sara," I said, almost panting.

"Are you going to cum on me?"

"Yes," I said. "Where?"

"Everywhere... my tits... my face... I want your sticky cum all over me," she said, looking eager.

I was getting close and the thought of shooting my hot cum over my sister was enough to bring me there. I pulled my cock from her dripping pussy. I stroked it, watching my cum spray from the slit in three heavy streams. It splashed over her left cheek and mouth, running down to her moist lips. The rest landed on her breasts, coating them and her hard nipples with puddles of my hot seed.

Sara's tongue darted out. She licked my cum from her lips, then smiled as more trickled own to her chin. She wiped some of it from her cheek then licked it from her fingers.

"Mmmmm... next time I want you to cum in my mouth," she said.

I was kneeling between her bent knees, breathing hard and watching her. She looked so sexy with my cum running down her chin and breasts. I stroked her thighs while she painted her breasts and nipples with it, tasting some off of her fingers occasionally. 

"I'm going to have a shower. We should get dressed. Brad will be expecting you home," I said.

Sara frowned and gave me a reluctant nod.

While I dried off after my shower and got dressed Sara showered. I watched her getting dressed afterwards, wishing we could spend the entire day naked in my bedroom, making love in-between short periods of resting.

Later, I followed Sara down to the kitchen. She was planning on calling Brad to tell him she'd be home later, after we had breakfast. When she entered the kitchen she burst out into laughter.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Your birthday cake; we forgot all about it." She pointed towards the cake on the table.

"Oh... I'll have some later, unless you want some for breakfast," I told her.

"We should have had some last night." she said. "Don't you at least want to put some candles on it so you can make a wish when you blow them out?" she asked. 

I tugged my sister to me by her hips. I softly kissed her moist lips, then smiled as our eyes met.

"No. Because what I would have wished for last night already happened this morning," I said.



The Birthday Present



Nikki knew that she was in for something special from the first instant she entered the bedroom. They had vaguely broached this scenario before during those rare moments when they were both relaxed and relatively free from the dull routine of their work-a-day lives; on long car rides at the beginning of vacations, for example. He would ask her about her fantasies and she would do her best to answer, even though she was quite reserved and not lately given to wild flights of fancy when it came to discussing sex. It was during one of these road trips that she first began to unveil the thoughts which were circulating in the dark recesses of her mind.

It had been different in the earlier days of their relationship. They were both younger then, and much more eager to try new things. Nikki had possessed a voracious sexual appetite, in those days. They frequented sex clubs and fucked strangers in front of each other. Rather than fuel jealousy, these activities merely strengthened their desire for each other. On a given night they might spend the early evening fucking and sucking each other at home, stopping just prior to climax. Then they would make their way to the club where they would immediately disrobe and continue having sex in the company of other people of all shapes and sizes, who were also fucking. Next, they might then enter a private room in the company of one or more other couples. Once there, they would resume balling. Eventually the couples would mix and partners would swap and integrate. On one memorable occasion, he could recall glancing over at Nikki who was being fucked by one man and sucking the cocks of two others. Of course he was busy with a woman of his own, so it was a quite acceptable trade-off, of sorts. After many positions, partners, and climaxes, they would head home in the wee hours of the morning. No matter what time they would get home, they would make sure to have sex one more time, to cement their commitment to each other.

Nikki had been an off-and-on bisexual in those days, so the swinging had offered many guilt-free opportunities to make love to women. Although she loved men first and foremost, she often longed for the soft touch of a woman and enjoyed the power she felt when putting her tongue inside a hot chick and making her squirm. She found that the women who frequented the sex clubs were more attractive than the men, so Nikki would often hook up with girls. He was not opposed to that, at all. Nothing pleased him more than to see his wife's legs wrapped around the head of another hot woman- it was a repeating fulfillment of a common male fantasy. 

As all good things eventually come to an end, so went their swinging. They remained a loving couple, but limited their sexual exploits to each other, in their own bedroom. As with all long-term couples, the sex was often good, sometimes bad, and sometimes so-so. They had their occasional spat, where he would request that she make more of an effort in bed, but she was naturally a low-key person and found it difficult to break out of her new comfort zone. He suspected that she felt a bit of guilt for their past illicit activities and was making some sort of atonement, via her notable disinterest in sex. In time, though, he came to accept his wife's lower sex drive and was still thankful that they would fool around a couple of times a week, and for the fact that Nikki remained a very hot woman who never failed to make his cock hard. Though she sometimes wished that he would curb his seemingly insatiable sexual appetite, for her part, Nikki was glad that her husband still found her attractive, and certainly appreciated his inexhaustible tongue and thick, long penis.

"Have you missed being with women?" he asked her, from the driver's seat.

"Sometimes," Nikki answered, looking straight ahead at the highway.

"Are there any women whom you fantasize about?" 

He didn't expect an answer; they had gone down this road many times before in the years since they stopped swinging. Depending on her mood, Nikki might admit to a vague desire now and then, but would quickly qualify it by assuring him that she rarely thought about sex in general, and certainly harbored no specific fantasies.

"Well..." she began. "...I have been noticing that Julie has been getting really...well, touchy-feely with me lately", she admitted.

Julie and Marcus had recently moved into the neighborhood, having left their native London to allow Julie to pursue an acting career in New York City. Marcus landed a job in Nikki's company, and he and Nikki became fast friends. Nikki enjoyed Marcus' dry British wit, and when they realized that they lived mere blocks from each other, the couples began to meet for coffee on occasion. Julie and Nikki shared many similarities; both were in their early thirties, and both were intelligent, beautiful women who were each somewhat uneasy with their womanly charms. This tended to lend to both of them a distinct lack of pretention. Their compatibility surprised him at first; he had assumed that Julie's acting career would put Nikki off, as she was usually wary of extroverted types. But Julie was not the typical outgoing, daughter-of-rich-parents who came to New York to "play pretend" at an acting career, while living on Daddy's trust fund. No, Julie was a truly passionate, real person, and Nikki had taken an immediate liking to her. 

"How do you feel about that?" he asked.

"She's hot, obviously" Nikki admitted.

"Do you think that she wants to sleep with you?" he continued to probe, pausing to imagine the scene...and briefly losing sight of the road before quickly gathering his senses.

"I don't know, but she has mentioned in passing that she often dated women in London" replied Nikki. "The last time we were at the coffee shop she kept her hand on my thigh for our entire conversation, and it wasn't a short chat, either- we were there for over an hour."

He had become so used to Nikki downplaying her attraction to others, he half-expected her to issue a familiar statement of non-interest. He was shocked at her next sentence:

"I've been thinking about it, lately..." she began. 

"...of fucking Julie, I mean. I haven't felt this kind of attraction to a woman in years. But I don't want you to feel threatened" she told him.

His head began to spin. If Nikki had said this to him a year ago, he might have very well felt threatened; their sex lives had really begun to stall, culminating with Nikki's statement that she "rarely thought about sex at all, anymore." He had been crushed, her proclamation bruising his ego and castrating his manhood in one swift motion. But somehow, time and effort had repaired their sexual relationship to the point that she was once again showing signs of desiring him, even if she rarely initiated the act. At least once they began fucking she was obviously turned on. He had also noticed that her orgasms had seemed to increase in intensity, as of late. He took that as a good sign.

"Oh come on, Nikki" he assured her. "You know that I have always supported your right to be with women, if you wish." 

"I know" Nikki replied. "It's just that it's been such a long time. And anyway, who knows if Julie even 

wants to fuck me. Maybe I'm just misreading her friendliness. She is an actress, after all...probably given to being ultra-demonstrative" Nikki reasoned.

"Well," he replied. "If you feel that it's heading in that direction, don't let me stop you. Just stay honest with me, and don't hide anything. As long as we keep things above-boards, we will be O.K." he assured her.

In the intervening weeks following their conversation, he had become increasingly aware of the chemistry between the two women. It was certainly palatable and fairly undeniable. His own ease with Marcus made the next step fairly simple. He had a plan, and needed Marcus' help; Nikki's birthday was coming up quick, and he wanted to give her a gift that she would never forget. To his delight, not only was Marcus enthusiastic, he assured him that Julie would be over the moon about the idea. The only question that remained was this: how willing would Nikki be to let her guard down completely and accept this gift of pleasure? Undaunted by the possibility of Nikki's rejection, he began to map out a general order of events for the English couple to follow. They were both helpful, and offered their own ideas. Soon, a delicious scheme was hatched.

He and Nikki spent her birthday evening in the familiar way. First a movie, then a light dinner before heading back to the apartment. Once inside, they fed the cats and checked their email, as they would any other night.

"I have one more present for you" he began.

"Oh come on, you already got me the books, and you know that we need to save money" she answered.

"This is different...but you have to promise me that you won't freak out. If you don't like it or want it, that's cool- just say so. But promise me you won't freak out" he begged.

Figuring this to be just another one of his attempts to add "spice" to their sex life, she agreed, expecting another new vibrator or restraint which might be used twice before finding its final resting place in the sex toy graveyard of the dresser drawer.

"OK" he started. "It's in the bedroom. First, I'm going to blindfold you. Then, I'll bring you inside."

He pulled the blindfold from his pocket and tied it around Nikki's head. He then slowly opened the door to the bedroom. As he led her inside, her other senses jumped to attention. She smelled it immediately...Julie's unmistakable perfume. Neither women used makeup, but both had an affinity for essential oils, and Julie preferred a woody, musky blend that she brought with her from London. Nikki then became aware of the slow, sensual music coming from the radio next to the bed. Excited but apprehensive, Nikki began to nervously protest. She was barely able to utter more than two syllables when a pair of warm lips pressed against hers, rendering Nikki mute and helpless. A gentle, but probing tongue entered Nikki's mouth and a pair of hands clamped her skirt-clad buttocks. Another pair of hands placed themselves on Nikki's shoulders. Yet another pair of hands guided the whole lot to the bed and it became obvious to Nikki that there were not one, but three other people touching her. She was frightened but unable to resist the warmth that seemed to be enveloping her.

Once Nikki was placed on the bed, the person whom she had been kissing climbed on top of her. Nikki allowed herself to reach out, for the first time. What she felt surprised her; the bare breasts of a woman...Julie was already naked! Julie resumed her deep kisses, and Nikki began to feel her own pussy 

moisten, something which rarely happened without manual stimulation. Nikki felt her desire for Julie reaching a fevered pitch as she felt her way down to Julie's dripping cunt. Nikki's small fingers slid into her friend, and Julie immediately started moaning and grinding her crotch into Nikki's hand. Meanwhile, a second pair of hands began maneuvering their way around the mass of tangled women and started to peel off Nikki's clothes. Once done, Julie whispered into Nikki's ear:

"I knew you were beautiful, but your body is blowing my mind. I want to taste you now"

Before Nikki could answer, Julie slid her body down between Nikki's bare thighs. Nikki felt Julie's tongue gently part her labia which was already swollen and tender. Soon, the degree of Julie's past experience with women became very clear to Nikki. Within minutes, the first waves of a powerful cum began pulsating throughout Nikki's body. She screamed while pushing Julie's face ever harder into her sopping wet vagina. Julie pulled herself back up and embraced Nikki, her face smelling of the sweet perfume of Nikki's pussy. Nikki was so relaxed that she became momentarily startled, remembering that there were others in the room who must have been watching the whole scene. 

As if on cue, Nikki felt another body move next to her on the bed. Imagining that this must be her husband, Nikki felt a momentary pang of jealousy, realizing that he must be looking at Julie's voluptuous, naked body. She reflexively reached up and pulled off the blindfold. Nikki was floored by wheat she saw: Next to she and Julie on the bed sat a fully naked Marcus, his lovely cock standing at full attention. 

"I hope you don't mind...your husband invited us" said Marcus, in his gentle, self-effacing English manner.

Once again, Nikki could hardly muster a reply before Julie's soft lips again found her own. With an abandon which had escaped her for the past few years, Nikki threw caution to the wind and reached out to Marcus' cock and began stroking him, all the while still locked in a passionate tongue-kiss with Julie. 

Nikki wondered where her husband was, knowing that he must be watching her every move. "Well," she thought..."this is his idea, this is what he wants, so I won't worry about it". And with that thought, she pulled her lips away from Julie's and lowered them down upon Marcus' hard dick, at which he cried out with pleasure. Nikki looked up and saw Julie stroke her husband's face and begin to kiss him tenderly on his lips.

Despite any lingering reservations, Nikki loved the feeling of a new cock in her mouth. She expertly sucked Marcus, pausing occasionally, to run her tongue up and down his shaft. Julie then made herself intimately re-acquainted with Nikki's wet hole, quickly bringing her to the boiling point. This time, though, Julie added a new twist. Utilizing the copious juice from Nikki's pussy, she slipped one finger into Nikki's tiny asshole...and then another. Soon, Julie had three fingers inside Nikki's anus, all the while continuing to gently nibble and suckle her clit. Just as Nikki began the countdown to her next orgasm, Marcus pulled his penis out of her mouth and Julie began shifting her position on the bed. Marcus then removed a condom from the bed-side stand, and quickly slipped it over his cock. It was then that Nikki caught sight of her husband, now seated at the far corner of the bed. He was stroking his own penis, and smiling at Nikki, lovingly.

"Now comes your present" he said, quietly.

Nikki then felt herself lifted off the bed, her husband carrying her feet and Marcus, her upper body. Marcus then slid himself under Nikki, her ass coming to rest upon his belly. Her husband released her feet, and Nikki laid her full weight upon Marcus. As she looked up, she saw Julie lowering her beautiful pussy down upon her face. Soon, Nikki was blind again, this time her vision blocked by Julie's thighs and ass. Nikki immediately began dining upon Julie's delicious, pink vagina. Nikki's next sensation was that of her own ass being slightly lifted. She then felt Marcus' hot, condom-clad cock pushing at the entrance to her anus. Nikki took a deep breath as the long, strong member pierced the entrance to her ass and slowly wormed its way deep inside her. Nikki had fucked other men before in her husband's presence, but this was definitely a first. With Marcus below her fucking her ass, and Julie on top of her, grinding her cunt into her face, Nikki wondered where her husband fit into all of this. Would he be satisfied to remain a voyeur this time? 

Her pussy was so wet that it took her a moment for her to realize what was happening, as she suddenly felt a new sensation. Her husband had slipped his own hard cock into her front as Marcus continued his rear assault. She was being double-penetrated, long a forbidden and repressed fantasy...and it felt amazing! Never before had Nikki felt so utterly filled up, her pussy and asshole blending into one giant universe of cock and pleasure. Normally, Nikki needed to stimulate her clit manually during intercourse to achieve orgasm, but she immediately knew that there would be no need for that, this time. It seemed every inch of her insides was being stroked by these two huge cocks. Her clitoris felt electric-like jolts being zapped into it. As Nikki began to feel her orgasm approach, Julie began to stiffen her own body and began screeching. Nikki's mouth suddenly filled with sweet tasting nectar...Julie was a squirter and Nikki was drinking girl-cum for the first time. This was the last straw...Nikki's chest began to heave. As the two men pumped, she erupted into the fullest, purest 

cum she had ever felt. As her pussy and ass contracted in spasm, she knew that the boys would be next. First she heard Marcus moan as he squirted his load into the condom deep inside her asshole. Next, the familiar sound of her husband's moaning. He kept his cock inside her pussy as she felt the hot waves of cum spraying down the inner walls of her vagina. The room began to spin, and Nikki let go of consciousness as everything went black.

She opened her eyes and could make out lights...then lines. Nikki allowed herself to focus and saw the highway moving, in front of her. She looked over at her husband, who took his eyes off of the road long enough to glance at her.

"I take it you had some bad dreams? You were groaning, you know."

Nikki paused for a moment and replied "Yeah, I was dreaming some weird shit." 

They drove on, in silence.



The Birthday Present



A Thorough Education (The Birthday Present on Literotica)

7:30am - Jeanne stretched as she came awake. Today was her 21st birthday, and her boyfriend, Dave, had promised something special. Dinner she knew, and probably a movie they'd been wanting to see. That in and of itself was a special treat. They were both college students, on their own for the first time, so they didn't have much money to spare. Dates usually meant dinner at one of their apartments, playing games with some of their friends, and occasionally going to a club to hear live music.

She was always amazed when she thought about them as a couple. He was handsome, with rugged good looks and wavy gold-blonde hair. He looked like a hero from an old western movie. She on the other hand, didn't look anything like the female lead in any of those movies. She had mousy brown, straight hair that she wore about shoulder length. Her figure was nothing to write home about. She wasn't fat, nor too thin - she was pathetically average in looks; the only redeeming quality about her physically was her big, expressive eyes. Unfortunately, she kept those hidden behind her glasses.

In fact, Jeanne and Dave would probably have never met except she was smart enough to work in the school's tutoring center. When Dave came in, looking for a tutor for his Science class, she'd gotten the assignment. Somehow, between discussing dissecting small animals and drilling him on the periodic table, he'd managed to sweep her off her feet. She didn't understand what he saw in her unless it was that now he got his tutoring for free.

Whatever the reason, he made her very happy. He'd even managed to start seducing her. He was a little impatient with her refusal to go all the way with him; she'd do anything but allow him to fuck her. She'd given him blow jobs (and discovered that not only was she good at it, she loved doing it!), and let him return the favor, but whenever he tried to put his big cock inside her, she'd tense like a deer in the headlights and beg him to stop.

But while Dave had promised something special tonight, today she had class. Reluctantly she got out of bed and padded barefoot into the tiny bathroom attached to the bedroom. She pulled the curtain closed and turned on the hot water, allowing the water to warm up before she stepped into the shower.

She slowly slid the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders, closing her eyes and remembering how it felt when Dave did it. The pink satin puddled onto the floor around her feet as one of her hands stroked her nipple gently, causing it to tighten. She opened her eyes and stepped into the shower, still caressing her breast with one hand.

She closed the curtain and leaned her head back under the cascading water. Her right hand still teasing her nipple, her left hand slipped lower. Inserting her middle finger between the well-trimmed lips of her labia, she started caressing her clit. Her mind went back to the night Dave trimmed it for her. His look was intent as he carefully shaved her bikini line, and then proceeded to remove all the hair, except a thin strip right down the middle.. She would have protested, except he would pause now and then to tease her clit with the vibrating trimmer, alternating it with his fingers. The more he trimmed, the longer the pleasure would last.

Jeanne rubbed harder and faster, now pinching and twisting her nipple in time with her strokes. She moaned as she remembered Dave's tongue doing the same thing her finger was doing now. Fast and faster, she could feel the fire building inside her, coming near to orgasm, then finally - release. She cried out as her young body bucked with her orgasm, her pussy suddenly creamy wet.

She smiled as she slowed her strokes, small tremors coursing through her. It wasn't as good as when Dave made her cum, but it would last until she saw him that night. She'd already decided that tonight was the night. Tonight she was going to give Dave everything he'd ever asked for and more. She quickly finished her shower and got ready for class.

She dressed quickly, slipping into jeans and a t-shirt. She was running late, so she grabbed a breakfast bar and her backpack and left for campus.

Pt2

8:45am - Dave slid into his seat in the science classroom, the usual smells of science experiments in the air - burnt chemicals and rubber seals. He wrinkled his nose a bit and smiled at the guy next to him.

"You set for tonight?"

Steve flashed an evil smile at Dave. "You sure she's ready for this?"

"Oh, yeah, she's ready, and I want this will be a night she'll never forget." He slipped Steve a key. "We should head back to the apartment after the movie. We usually do it there, since I have nosy roommates and she doesn't."

For just a moment, Steve's smile turned feral. The two men shared one more knowing glance as the professor entered the room and started the lesson.

12 noon - Jeanne met up with Betty for lunch at the Student Union.

"Happy Birthday!" Betty squealed and jumped up to hug her. Then she jumped up on a chair and shouted, "Today is Jeanne's 21st birthday! Let's sing to her!" She then led them all in a rowdy chorus of the Birthday Song, complete with the inevitable after-quotes. By the time they were finished, the table was surrounded. Jeanne didn't even have time to become alarmed by the suggestion by some frat boy that she needed to be spanked. Just as several hands reached for her, she felt a strong arm around her waist, and Dave said, "Back off boys, she's taken."

The steely look in his eyes convinced the crowd that discretion was, indeed, the better part of valor, and they quickly returned to their own tables.

Then he turned to her and she heard him murmur, "Happy birthday, baby," just as his mouth closed over hers in one of those deep, soul-shattering kisses that always made her knees buckle.

She clung to him for a moment, breathless when he released her. "Thanks," she replied as he helped slide into the booth. 

"So, what's the plan for tonight?" asked Betty as she dug a fork into her salad.

"Dinner at The Trolley, to start," Dave started. Betty and Jeanne shared a startled look.

"The Trolley?" Jeanne objected, "Dave, come on, you don't have to..."

Dave cut her off with a loving look. "A special night, and I've been saving up. Don't ruin it by arguing, woman."

Betty giggled as Jeanne relaxed. "Ok, so we start at the Trolley. Then what?" Betty knew Jeanne's be over to raid her closet for something special that afternoon.

"Ah, well... that's just going to have to wait, my darling... Trust me, will you?" They shared a look that had Betty looking away, blushing. There were volumes of meaning in that look; Betty knew what Jeanne had held back from Dave, and knew he would have her soon.

Dave sat by Jeanne during lunch and played his favorite game - at least his favorite game to play with Jeanne in public. He kept his hands under the table and proceeded to caress her. Her job was to keep people from knowing what he was doing. He loved watching the emotions cross her face as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm, knowing the power he had over her. 

He began simply by placing his hand on her thigh, then he slowly rubbed his hand back and forth, bringing his fingers closer and closer to her crotch. When he touched her there, he crooked his fingers, his nails scratching the cloth and sending shivers through her. Then he slid his hand up and undid the button on the front of her jeans. Betty bit her lip and smiled as she looked around to see if anyone else noticed.

Quietly the zipper of her jeans slid down as he pushed his hand into her underpants, his fingers questing and finding her clit. Jeanne's eyes were unfocused, her body tensed and slightly flushed. She was near orgasm and at this point was beyond caring who saw them.

"Gently," he whispered as he slipped a finger inside her. She bit her lip to keep from moaning and placed her hand flat on the table to steady herself. He pumped his finger, crooking it inside her. She started quivering with the need to come, her hips involuntarily going into small spasms.

He grinned when leaned on him and turned her face into his shoulder, biting the fabric of his shirt to muffle her moans and gasps as she came.

Jeanne opened her eyes to meet Betty's stare. Jeanne's look was a bit sheepish, if not sated. Betty's was one of jealousy. "Dang!" Betty said. "That was a good one." Dave laughed throatily as Jeanne blushed.

"Well," he said, slipping out of the booth, "I have another class this afternoon. I'll pick you up at six, ok?" Not waiting for an answer he kissed her on the forehead and walked away.

PART 3

Betty pushed her salad around on the plate for a few minutes, thinking hard. Jeanne scarfed down her french fries then said, "Let's skip class this afternoon - I gotta get to the mall and find something special to wear tonight."

Betty looked at her, surprised, "I figured you'd just want to raid my closet!" She grinned so Jeanne'd know she was ok with the idea.

"I thought about that, but I'm always borrowing your stuff... I figured you might be getting tired of it."

"No way," replied Betty. "I don't get to wear most of my outfits, and we're nearly the same size anyway. It's fun to play dress-up and not have to worry about salesclerks bugging us. Besides, I know I like everything in my closet!" she laughed.

"Too true, and so do I," Jeanne laughed in return. "How about we raid your closet, see what we can find, then hit the mall if we can't find anything, ok?" She loved spending time with Betty.

The friends slid out of the booth and bussed their table, then grabbed their backpacks and headed for Betty's car.

Betty was the only child of two doctors. While they weren't upper-class enough to have a butler, they did have a housekeeper and cook. Betty'd always had the best of everything, but she wasn't snobbish; she was in fact rather introverted, having learned at an early age that many times people pretended to be your friend because of your money. Jeanne wasn't like that. She was Betty's friend because she liked Betty. End of story.

They slipped into Betty's house and ran up the stairs hand in hand like schoolgirls. Betty had two walk-in closets full of clothes - some of which would get her locked in her room if her parents ever saw them. That's the section Betty headed to and started pulling out dresses.

The two girls spent the afternoon trying on clothes until Jeanne put on a skin-tight fire-engine red halter dress. "Oh, my God!" exclaimed Betty. "That's it! That's the dress you have to wear tonight!"

Jeanne posed in front of the three-way mirror in Betty's room, her eyes sparkling. "It is perfect, isn't it?" she asked, then frowned. "I think I need something to help me keep my stomach in, though, and I'll have to find my strapless bra... Do you think I should go without panties?"

Betty dug in a drawer for a minute then pulled out a lace bustier and matching thong. "Try these." She sucked in her breath when Jeanne stripped right in front of her to put on the sexy underwear. Jeanne posed again, this time in the underwear, not noticing Betty's look at first.

"What do you think?" Betty swallowed hard and laughed breathily. "Dave doesn't stand a chance."

"Good," replied Jeanne as she turned back to the mirror, "because tonight is the night. If he asks tonight, I'm going to let him have it all."

They bundled the clothes and matching shoes into a bag and headed to Jeanne's apartment. She was going to have to hurry if she was going to be ready on time.

6:00 pm - Jeanne was strapping on the stiletto heels that matched the dress when Dave knocked on the door. She hurried to answer it, and was surprised by the bouquet of long-stemmed roses in a vase that Dave handed her. "Oh, baby, they're beautiful!" she exclaimed.

"So are you," he whispered appreciatively as he pulled her into his arms. The smell of her was nearly overwhelming. He kissed her deeply, drinking her in, savoring the feel of her in his arms. She was simply intoxicating. He took the roses from her hands and placed them on a table near the door. Then, still kissing her, nibbling on her neck, he walked her backward into the apartment and kicked the door shut behind him. They walked, still locked together, until she was backed into the wall.

Dave ran his hands down her arms until their fingers were twined together, then he pulled her arms above her head and pinned them to the wall with one hand. He ran his other hand back down over her body, stroking her until she was quivering. He pulled up the edge of her skirt and pulled her close, his hand on her bare butt cheek, his finger under the string. He lowered his head and bit at her nipple through the fabric. Jeanne gasped, then choked back a sob as he raised his head to capture her lips again. He released her hands and pulled her close. She felt as though she were drowning and clung to him when he raised his head

"Jeanne," he whispered, "you are incredible." He slid his hands down her body again to smooth her skirt, then taking her hands he stepped back to look at her. "You look absolutely beautiful," he said, and she was. Her hair slightly mussed, her eyes misty with desire, her lips parted and lush. He knew in that moment that he could have anything we wanted from her.

"We're going to be late if I don't stop now," he laughed slightly. She nodded and reached for her handbag. They left the apartment hand in hand; he helped her into his car and they headed to the restaurant.

PART 4

The Trolley was an old shuttle trolley from the 1950's that had been made over into an exclusive restaurant. The maitre de' showed them to a small table by the window where their waiter immediately brought over champagne for them.

"Not too much," Dave cautioned. "If you get drunk, then you'll pass out and miss the rest of your birthday present." His smile promised to continue what he had started in her apartment.

Jeanne was presented with a menu with no prices. "That's so you'll just get what you want," Dave explained. "Some women think they need to order the cheapest thing on the menu, because their date can't afford it." He laughed wryly. "Others feel they need to order what's most expensive - those are the really selfish ones. I figured you'd try to order what's cheapest, so I asked for this menu; unless you'll let me order for you?" he asked, challenge in his eyes.

She immediately closed her menu and looked expectantly at him. He laughed and nodded at the waiter who gathered up the menus and left with a smile. At Jeanne's questioning look, Dave smiled. "I suggested a menu when I made the reservations."

"You act as though you've done this before," she said with a raised eyebrow. Although she didn't mean for it to, it came out as an accusation. He had the grace to blush.

"Let's just say that I'm more than another starving college student, shall we?" He shook out his napkin and placed it in his lap as the waiter returned with their appetizers. "All I can say right now is that I have more money at my disposal when I want it." He took her hand and looked into her eyes, "And I can't think of anything I want more than to please you, Jeanne."

Her face flamed at his words and the promise in his eyes. She had no doubt that his love for her was as deep as her love for him. She nodded reluctantly, indicating she accepted his explanation, but made a mental note to find out more about her love.

They spent the entire meal talking; later Jeanne couldn't remember all that they were served. She just remembered that it was delicious. She decided to pay him back a bit for all the times he'd made her cum in public places. She slipped her feet out of her shoes, shifted in her chair and started caressing Dave's leg with her foot. His eyes gleamed at the touch of her toes on his leg as she slid inside his trouser leg.

Then she slid her other foot up the inside of his thigh, stroking his leg gently, and moved her toes to the apex of his legs. He cleared his throat and adjusted his napkin to hide his lap. She moved both feet up and started rubbing, one foot on either side of the bulge in his trousers, her eyes dancing, watching him struggle to maintain conversation.

Then he turned the tables on her; he slid one hand under the table - she thought he was adjusting his napkin again until she felt his cock breaking free of his pants! He had undone the zipper and pulled his dick out so she was stroking him. His eyes nearly crossed at the feel of her stockings sliding over his dick. He closed his eyes and moaned softly, placing his hand over her feet to guide them along his shaft.

She was enjoying watching his face, knowing the power she had over him in that moment. It was all he could do not to cum; she was wet, wanting to slide that shaft inside herself. Suddenly Dave raised glazed eyes to look at her. "If you don't stop," he whispered, "We're not going to make it to your surprise." He groaned as she slid her feet back down his thighs and into the floor.

He adjusted his trousers and motioned for the waiter. "We'll take dessert with us, please," he said with a grin at Jeanne.

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Back in Jeanne's apartment Betty looked around with a smile. She'd let herself in with Jeanne's spare key to clean up the little bit of a mess that Jeanne had left from getting ready, and set up the few things that Jeanne had asked her to do: clean sheets on the bed, candles on every available space. She turned when she heard a key in the door.

"Oh, hey, I didn't expect you back so soon," she started with dismay. "Just let me ..." Her voice trailed off in surprise when she saw Steve in the door. He dropped the box he was carrying inside the door, slammed the door shut and stared at her. 

PART 5

"What are you doing here?" he demanded. "Dave and Jeanne are out."

Betty's eyes grew wide with apprehension. "I... I'm setting some stuff up that Jeanne asked for - I have a key," she said defensively.

Steve grinned and held up his hand, showing a key, "So do I. How about we work together to make this a special night?"

Betty relaxed, moving forward. "Sounds great - where do you want to start?"

Steve hooked the box forward for Betty to look through. "I brought some goodies - satin sheets, candles, incense, a few toys." His voice catches in his throat at the cutie kneeling next to the box holding up a pink vibrator.

"Yours?" she teased with a twinkle in her eye.

"No... but I know how to use one, if that's what you're asking," he answered with a dangerous look.

The two of them worked quickly to add Steve's contributions to the preparations in the bedroom. Somehow knowing their friends would soon be fucking in that room added a playful sexual tension. They made excuses to touch one another as they moved around, a caressed ass here, a passing touch to her breast there. Finally Steve looked around in satisfaction.

"I think this will do," Steve said. Betty was bent over the bed, straightening a sheet. He moved to stand behind her, his pelvis pressed to her ass. "What do you think?"

Betty moaned slightly and leaned back against him. She took his hand as she stood up and placed it on her breast. "I think this is better."

Steve lowered his lips to her neck and inhaled, taking in her scent. He slid his free hand down the front of her jeans and grabbed her crotch, pulling her tightly against him so she could feel how hard he was.

"I have an excellent idea," he whispered in her ear.

"Oh?" she asked, breathless. She listened as he told her his idea, nibbling and licking on her ear. Her eyes grew wide and she smiled. She turned in his arms and kissed him deeply. "Sounds wonderful," she whispered. "Let's go."

Steve grabbed her hand and they let themselves out of the apartment.

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Dave could hardly breathe; Jeanne had her hand in his lap as he drove, playing with his cock. She'd pulled it out of his pants again. "I love to look at your dick," she said playfully. "But do you know what I love even more?"




The Birthday Present



He nearly wrecked when she lowered her head and took him into her mouth.

"Oh, God, Jeanne," he groaned as she started sucking on him. Within minutes she had him ready to cum, her soft moans urging him to cum in her mouth. "Oh baby, I'm cumming," he cried and thrust his hips up into her. The need to keep the car on the road and need to give up control was tearing him apart. It was exquisite; he shouted her name as she drove him into the back of her throat forcing him to cum.

She held him in her mouth, gently suckling on his dick and swallowing every drop, then raised her eyes to his. "Hey Dave?" she said with a wicked smile. "There's this problem...."

He struggled to breathe normally. "Yeah baby?"

"Well," she pouted prettily, "you have lipstick on your dipstick." Then she started laughing.

He laughed with her and pulled her close for a quick kiss. "We'll have to do something about that when we get to your place." He smiled, "And I'll have to spend extra time thanking you for that."

"Sounds good to me," she answered, keeping her hand on his dick, lightly playing with it until they reached her apartment building.

Part 6

Dave checked the text message on his cell as he went around to open Jeanne's door and smiled. Everything was going according to plan. He helped her out of the car and kept his hand on her waist as they walked to the apartment.

Before he slid his key in the door he looked at her. "Jeanne, do you trust me? I mean completely trust me?"

She paused before answering, then said, "Yes, Dave, I do."

He opened the door to her apartment and ushered her inside, stopping her just inside the door. He reached for something on the entryway table. "I want you to wear this." In his hand was a black silk blindfold.

Jeanne giggled, and realized she was still a little tipsy from the champagne. She removed her glasses and laid them on the table, and turned so he could place the blindfold over her eyes and tie it behind her head. Dave lowered his lips to her shoulder and nuzzled her softly. She moaned as he kissed his way up her neck to her ear, each tiny bite sending tremors through her body.

Dave took her hand and started leading her through the apartment. She could tell they were going to the bedroom and the thought of what was about to happen was as exciting as the taste of the champagne she had drunk. By the time they reached the bedroom door she was all nerves.

When they entered the bedroom she could tell something was different. There was a change in the scent of the room, a kind of dreamy, sensual smell. Dave led her to what she supposed was the center of the room and kissed her deeply, his hands roaming down her body to pull her close.

"You are so beautiful tonight," he whispered. He began caressing her, starting with her shoulders and working his way down her body. Even through the dress and corset she could feel the heat of his body next to hers, his hands touching her intimately; he knew just how to make her reach her peak. By the time his hands were on her hips she was ready to cum, but he wasn't going to let her.

"Oh no," he said with mock severity. "You're not getting off that easily." He laughed softly as she moaned and clung to his shoulders. He moved away for a moment; she heard the clinking of glass in the next room, then he returned to place a champagne flute in her hand.

She sipped at the bubbling drink, surprised that she hadn't noticed him carrying the champagne in with the dessert they'd brought home from the restaurant, and she knew she didn't have any champagne flutes. "Dave, where --"

"Shhhh," he said, taking her glass and placing a finger over her mouth. "No questions. Just know that I arranged for a few things to be here when we got here, ok?" She nodded, the champagne in her system making her more agreeable than she might have been otherwise.

She heard him set the glasses somewhere nearby. She could tell now that her room had been rearranged slightly.

Dave moved up behind her and unzipped her dress. She raised her arms to unhook the neck strap. As the material fell loose from her breasts Dave slid the skirt over her hips, his hands leaving trails of fire behind. He knelt behind her and helped her step out of the dress, a hand on her ankle to guide her. He groaned softly at the touch of her bare ass cheek on his face.

He started kissing her ass, caressing her buttocks with his tongue, his hands caressing her thighs. He kissed his way up and down each of her legs, licking her through her stockings while he removed her panties. She was panting when he returned his attention to her ass. He pulled her ass toward him and whispered, "Bend over a bit so I can taste you."

She bent over, expecting to feel his mouth on her pussy, but instead his tongue licked her anus. Her knees almost buckled and she started to protest.

"Shhh," he repeated. "This is all about giving you pleasure. Just relax and feel it."

She trembled at the new sensations his tongue was giving her. He probed her ass with his tongue, licking around the edges of her anus, then suddenly he pushed his tongue inside. She moaned, her body spasming at the pleasure he was giving her. He slid one hand between her legs and started massaging her clit. The other hand was having to hold her steady. She threw her head back as her body reacted. "Oh Dave," she whimpered, "Please, oh please..."

He knew what she wanted. He used his other hand to finger fuck her. Between the three sensations, she came. Not a huge screaming orgasm, but a whimpering, gasping one. She stood, swaying. Dave wrapped his strong arms around her until she could stand on her own again.

He helped her over to the bed and handed her the champagne glass. She was silent for a moment, not sure if she liked what had just happened.

Dave could see the emotions crossing her face below the blindfold.

"Shhhh," he said again. "No thinking tonight. Nothing but pleasure. I would never do anything to hurt you, Jeanne. Trust me," he said in a tone that brooked no argument.

Jeanne smiled slightly and nodded. She'd said she trusted him, now she needed to live up to that statement. Her hand caressed the material on the bed and she realized it wasn't the simple cotton she usually slept on. This was silky, smooth material; she opened her mouth to say something, then closed it, remembering his words about preparations.

Dave took away her champagne glass and set it aside. Jeanne reached for him. She pulled him to stand before her; he hadn't removed his clothes yet, and she could feel how hard he was. She stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt, trailing her fingers over the muscles of his chest and down his abdomen. She slid the shirt off his shoulders, bending her head to kiss and caress him with her tongue as he had done to her earlier. She paused for a moment, sucking on his nipples and listening to him groan. His hands were firm on her shoulders as he gently pushed down, wanting her to continue.

Her hands moved to his belt. She sat on the edge of the bed and placed her mouth over the bulge in his trousers. She breathed hot air onto his dick, feeling it quiver with the need to be released. She undid the fastening on the waistband and slid the zipper down slowly with her teeth. His hard cock nearly slapped her in the face as she removed the fabric covering it.

She slid her hands back over his ass, caressing his buttocks, teasing his asshole lightly through the fabric before pulling at his trousers, sliding them down over his hips to fall in the floor. She deliberately let her hair tangle on his erect cock as she bent over to remove his shoes and socks, sliding her hands down his legs, teasing him as he had done to her only moments before.

Soon Dave was completely naked, standing before the woman he loved; blindfolded and dressed only in a lace corset, garters and stockings. Then all thought was lost when she lowered her head and took him into her mouth. Something in his head exploded as she began sucking him, one hand guiding his hips as she fucked him with her mouth. There was nothing here but full on lust. 

He took her head in his hands and followed her lead as she quickly brought him to the brink and over. He had never come so quickly. She swallowed every drop of cum that he spurted and kept sucking. His legs were shaking as she slowed her actions and raised her blindfolded head, a smile on her lips.

He pushed her back on the bed, crawling up beside her. He laid his head on her breast, one hand gently teasing the slight tangle of curls he had left on her pussy. After a moment his movements became more purposeful. Just because it was going to take a little while for him to be ready for her again, it didn't mean he couldn't give her pleasure while they were waiting. After all, he hadn't tasted her cunt yet.

Pt 7

Jeanne couldn't believe how being blindfolded increased her senses. Dave raised up from the bed for a moment and she heard him open the container that held their dessert.

"Open up," he commanded, stroking her lips with something soft and chocolaty-smelling. She obediently opened her mouth and was rewarded with a small bite of chocolate mousse.

"Mmmm," Dave was thinking aloud. "I wonder...."

Jeanne squealed as she felt the cold mousse being spread on her nipple. "Dave!" she objected.

"Shhh. This is *my* dessert, and this is how I want to eat it," he replied. She gasped as he took her already-sensitive nipple into his mouth. "Delicious," he pronounced as he slathered mousse on her other nipple. "Oh look, here's more!"

His tongue took her to new heights as he devoured the chocolate. Then he went lower with the mousse. She didn't have the breath to say anything as he used his fingers to rub mousse around her clit, then lowered his head between her legs to suck it off. He shifted around so he was in sixty-nine position. When his cock pushed against her lips she opened her mouth and discovered he had dipped his dick in the chocolate.

She moaned in delight and proceeded to lick him clean. Soon there was no chocolate left, but by that time neither of them cared. They traded places so that she was on top, her pussy riding his tongue, her mouth sucking his cock. She moaned as his clever tongue found all the places to please her. She came before he did, his fingers inside her, driving her before him.

She could feel his muscles quivering, he was about to cum; she raised her head and said quietly, "I want you inside me, Dave. I want you to fuck me."

What started as a groan of frustration when she raised her head quickly became a sound of pleasure. He gently moved her over on the bed until he was poised between her legs, his cock ready to enter her, "Are you sure?" he asked.

Her only answer was to wrap her legs around his hips and thrust up, forcing his cock deep inside her. She arched her back and cried out, half in pleasure, half in pain. She'd expected the pain, knew it would hurt at first, but she also knew it would feel so good.

Dave groaned as he was buried to the hilt inside her. "Oh, yes, baby. Oh God you feel so good!" He felt how tight she was, how incredibly hot she felt around his cock; he wanted to take it slow, to make their first time together romantic for her, but with that one swift thrust he couldn't help himself.

He began pounding inside her, hard quick thrusts that went deep. She was crying out, begging him to fuck her harder, faster, deeper; her hips were keeping time with his, counter-point, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"I'm cumming... I'm cumming!" she cried, her nails sinking into his shoulders as she arched against him. The tight walls of her cunt squeezed him as she came; he hadn't believed she could be any tighter or any hotter, but the force of her orgasm sent him over the edge.

"Jeanne!" he shouted her name as he poured his seed into her, his body tensing with one final, humongous thrust into her. Then he collapsed beside her, turning her in his arms, keeping his still-hard cock inside her.

They lay there, legs tangled together, for a while, then Dave laughed softly as he pulled the blindfold from Jeanne's eyes. "That's not exactly how I intended for this evening to go."

"Me either," she smiled, "but I'd say that was pretty good, so far as first times go."

"Pretty good!" he exclaimed in mock anger. "I'll have you know that was incredible."

"I know," she smirked as she moved to cuddle her head against his chest then pulled away. "Yuck! You're all sticky!"

Dave sighed, "I guess we need to go get cleaned up, huh?"

"Oh," she said with a smile, "I think we can manage to get a shower without interrupting our evening." She gave him a look that said volumes as she pulled him from the bed and into the bathroom.

Part 8

Dave pulled Jeanne into his arms as he managed to remove the rest of her clothes. He looked at the lace corset with a look somewhat like dismay. "This may be ruined," he said with a rueful smile. Jeanne gasped at the sight of chocolate mousse on the lace cups. "That's not even mine," she moaned. "It's Betty's!" 

"It's ok," Dave said. "If we can't get it clean, we'll buy her a new one." His eyes twinkled. "I'll help you pick it out."

Jeanne's nipples crinkled at the thought of modeling lingerie for Dave. "I'll hold you to that."

She turned and adjusted the water in the shower and drew Dave in after her, pulling him into her arms and rubbing her sensitive nipples against his chest. She moaned as he lowered his head to her breast, suckling it gently.

Dave turned Jeanne so they were both facing the spray. He grabbed the soap and began rubbing it all over her body.

She reached out with both hands and steadied herself against the opposite wall, moaning softly as he caressed her sensitive pussy with soapy hands. He could feel how swollen she was and decided to give her a little rest until she started pumping against him. "Oh, Dave," she moaned. "I need you... fuck me..."

His cock grew hard against her ass as she slid her wet body against him. Still, he resisted until she bent over and reached down, placing the tip of his cock in her pussy. She was the one who thrust down on him, taking his full length inside her.

"Oh, Jeanne!" he groaned, unable to stop himself. He began thrusting inside her, softly, gently. He grabbed her breasts in his hands, squeezing them as he fucked her from behind.

Jeanne could feel her orgasm building, a slow, hot fire that uncurled inside her until she was bucking against him, begging him to cum with her. Dave cried out in response and poured his cum into her as she screamed his name, her movements controlled by her orgasm. He pulled her back against his chest and held her as she trembled, his cock still inside her.

Jeanne sighed and turned her head back over her shoulder to kiss him. As she did so his dick slid from between her legs. She sighed again in contentment and said, "Do you think we're clean enough?"

Dave nibbled on her shoulder and agreed. They got out of the shower and dried each other with loving caresses, then Dave picked Jeanne up and carried her back to bed. They cuddled together for a while, whispering words of love, hands touching each other gently.

Jeanne laid her head on Dave's shoulder and felt her eyes grow heavy. Dave pulled a sheet up over them and whispered, "It's ok. Rest a while."

The last thing she heard as she fell asleep was, "I love you, Jeanne."



The Birthday Present



 The Birthday: Part I, Fantasies

My mother's 40th birthday, just after I turned 19, was the most momentous event of my life, permanently freezing a kink in my brain that had been slowly forming for years. Earlier, in May, I was graduated from military school and that summer, thanks to my father's connections, I got a job as a gofer on a construction site in Washington, D. C. The salary was minimal but, because my father finally let me live with my mother that summer, I was able to save almost all of it.

Lest, dear reader, your image of an all-boys military school be from the movies, let me assure you that we were not divided into sadistic alpha males and wimpy, perverted underlings. Except for compulsory meals and athletic practice, we kept pretty much to ourselves. The atmosphere, of course, was pseudo-military: we were awoken by reveille--a recording piped through a loudspeaker--and sent to bed by taps; meals were in the mess hall, we washed and crapped in the latrine, and the dorms were called barracks. We all had ranks--the new students were called "plebes"--and the senior monitor, the equivalent of the class president in "civilian life," was a captain. Demerits were marched off carrying a heavy but useless wooden rifle. And, no, our food was not laced with saltpeter; a rigorous regime of athletics was supposed to do the trick. Such was life in a military boarding school.

And my fantasies there? Unfortunately, I can't mention them here, but a reader with any imagination can infer what they might have been for the story I am about to tell, but just after my 18th birthday, they took an interesting turn.

Just before the divorce, my father had a first floor addition built for my mother's mother. However, once my grandmother moved in and my father moved out, she became progressively ill and it became necessary to hire a live-in nurse to sleep near my grandmother. The nurse, whose name was Betta, was a big, not unattractive, woman, about 10 years older than my mother. About a year after the nurse was hired, my grandmother died. To my surprise, Betta did not move on to another job, but stayed and moved into my room that was upstairs, next to my mother's. My naiveté was shattered during the following Christmas vacation when, per the divorce agreement, I spent one of my free two weeks at mother's. Much to my chagrin, I was exiled to my grandmother's old room, downstairs, away from mother's bedroom. One night, late, I heard moans and soft voices coming from there. Because I was dying to see what was happening, I crept up the darken stairs and peered through a small opening in mother's door. There was mother, naked and smoking with her holder, her head propped up on several pillows while Betta, lying sideways on the bed, feasted on mother's pussy. At the same time, one of Betta's hands caressed mother's small breasts while with the middle finger of the other hand, gloved in latex and covered with Vaseline, moved rhythmically in and out mother's rectum. Mother seemed almost in a trance but kept crying, "Oh god, Betta, please, please don't stop." I came on the spot, clamping my hand over my mouth to stifle a cry. From that moment on, my fantasies began to involve Betta and my role in my fantasies became more active.

A typical fantasy now involved mother picking up an eager seducer at a high-class bar, a wedding reception, or a cocktail party. Any site with horny, unattached males was hunting grounds for mother. After being assuring by mother that her sexual tastes were rather unusual, the curious victim would consent to be tied up or strapped down to a table, depending on mother's mood. At this point Betta would enter and begin to flog the man with a cat-o-nine tails if he were tied to a rafter or with a barbed cane on the soles of his feet if he were horizontal. This would delight mother. She, of course, would be smoking with her holder while I ate her out. My favorite scene had the victim on his back with his mouth held open with a restraining device so that mother had a convenient ashtray. When mother finished a cigarette she would put it out on his chest and then turn to me to light another for her.

Part II: The agonies of flirtation

During the first two months of summer, mother's behavior drove me insane. Having discovered my cache of pictures of holder-smoking models torn from the pages of her discarded New Yorkers and Vogues, mother was well aware of my holder fetish and took every opportunity to tease and provoke me with her smoking. 

My daydreams were always variations of Betta torturing either me or one of mother's pick-ups while mother casually blew smoke and flicked ashes into our mouths. My night dreams were somewhat different. Often mother and I were in a house with other people but when everyone else was asleep I would creep into mother's bed where she would let me kiss and caress her lovely breasts. In other dreams, mother would be straddling my chest and waking me by blowing smoke in my face.

Mother loved to sun herself on the patio behind the house and one Saturday, when I was off from work, she asked me to put on my bathing suit and join her. When I went out, mother was lying face down on a cot with her bra untied. "Please put some of this lotion on my back and legs," she asked, as she handed me the bottle.

"How 'bout I make this a massage," I responded.

"Oh, that would be wonderful," she said.

I began by gently caressing her elegant neck. As I slowly worked my way down her back, she murmured, "That feels so good. I love your strong hands." I stopped low on her back, at the spot--that irresistible spot!--where her cheeks began, and then moved on to her legs. How can I describe the thrill I felt when she slightly spread them so that I could oil the inside of her thighs? As I finished she announced, "Now it's my turn. On your side, but first give me a light." I watched, hypnotized, as she slowly inserted an unfiltered Pall Mall into her holder and handed her lighter to me. "Sweetie, you're trembling," she laughed. "You're not cold, are you?" Clamping her holder between her teeth, she poured oil into her palm and rubbed her hands together. But rather than start on my back, she began to rub my chest and stomach with her left hand. At the same time, she took a deep drag, blew smoke into my ear, and whispered, "You have such a beautiful body, sweetie. I love it." My swimming suit was bulging my now which provoked another mouthful of smoke in my ear and a pseudo mocking reprimand from mother. "You are such a naughty boy. You're still not too old for your mother to take you to the woodshed."

"That would be interesting," I managed to mutter. 

"Or maybe I should ask Betta to do the honors while I watch." With that, mother took another deep drag, tilted my head toward her with her left hand, and filled my mouth with smoke. That was too much. I shot off. "Oh dear," mother sighed, "I'm afraid you've had a Pall Mall moment. You're so sensitive. We're going to have to do something about that little problem." And, indeed, she and Betta did on mother's soon-to-be birthday, in a most unbelievable way. 

Part III: The Birthday Present

The sexual tension between mother and me was unbearable. She knew just how to bring me off with her teasing and innuendos. In a typical scene mother would ask me for a light, take a deep drag herself, and then pass the holder to me with a smile, saying, "Wouldn't you like to take a drag, Sweetie? No? Then why don't you let me fill your mouth with smoke so you can taste what I taste." That would be enough to make me explode and mother, in her strictest, mocking reprimand, would declare, "We're never going to be able to get any further if you don't learn to control yourself." 

"Get any further?!!, like me feasting on your pussy,?" I thought.

All I could think of at work was mother's upcoming birthday. "I've got to do something very special for her," I thought. I had heard of a place a little below Washington, overlooking the Potomac, where there was outdoor dining and dancing. Ideal. Just mother and me in a romantic setting, and when I announced, "Mom, I'm taking you out for dinning and dancing on your birthday," she was ecstatic. But what kind of present could I buy for her?

About three weeks before her birthday, as I was pouring through her latest New Yorker, looking for pictures of glamorous models smoking with elegant holders, I saw the perfect gift. Tiffany's of New York had an ad that featured, among other expensive jewelry, a six-inch cigarette holder with a gold stem and a black cup and mouthpiece. "A touch of elegance for the woman who smokes," the copy read. The holder and its silver case came to $119.00. Plus, the ad said, the buyer could have the inside of the case engraved with up to ten words at two dollars a word. "I-love-it-when-you-smoke-with-a-holder" I counted on my fingers. Although I was paid only the minimum wage on my summer job (and I wasn't even worth that), I had now socked away over $150 because I was staying at mother's. Thus, $119 was something I could swing. A letter with a money order was off to Tiffany's the next day.

Waiting for the big night was agony, but come it did. When mother emerged from her room early that evening she was stunning. She had chosen a Gypsy outfit with large circular gold earrings and sandals that laced up around her ankles. Her midriff was bare but what really took my breath away was the turban she was wearing. Why my start? Because the beautiful, sadistic, holder wielding Madame Lynx always wore a turban when she tortured poor Steve Canyon. Did mother have any idea that this was the comic strip that had enflamed my youthful imagination? Probably, because I remember that I had tucked away a few of my favorite strips in my collection of ads featuring holder-using models.

On the trip to the restaurant--naturally, I drove--mother's intoxicating perfume and her little attentions nearly made me wreak the car. "Oh Sweetie," she whispered in my ear, "you don't know how thrilled I am to be on a date with such a handsome man." This was followed by a stream of warm smoke in my ear and a squeeze of my arm and leg. "This is going to be such a special night, I know it," she'd purred, running the tip of her holder--her magical, hypnotic holder-- through my hair. I don't know I was able to keep from creaming on the spot.

In my eyes, my mother was the youngest-looking 40-year old I had ever seen, so it was no surprise that the maitre d' and later our waiter seemed confused as to whether this glamorous woman was my girlfriend or my mother. She was of course both that singular evening.

Part IV: Dinner

"What can I get you to drink?" was the first thing our waiter asked. 

"Champagne," I said, "A bottle of Champagne."

"Your date looks old enough to drink," the waiter said, "but I don't know about you."

"I'm nineteen," I blurted out, embarrassed, "Want to see my driver's license?"

"No, I believe you," he responded, and was off.

Mother was amused by this little exchange and I was secretly thrilled that the waiter thought that she was my date.

"My mother, my date, my beautiful, sexy, youthful-looking mother," I thought, "and tonight she's all mine."

Mother opened her purse, took out her pack of Pall Malls and her six-inch, silver-tipped Denicotea black lady holder. The way she carefully inserted her cigarette all the while smiling at me, made me instantly stiffen. Usually she would then hand me her lighter but, because there was a candle on the table, she instead bent forward to get a light. God, how I loved the way she hollowed her cheeks as the end of her cigarette came alive. Whenever she smoked for my benefit, she would always open her mouth after a deep drag so I could see the smoke quivering and curling around her teeth and then blow a thick stream directly at me. 

The waiter returned with a bucket of ice and the Champagne, which he proceeded to open with great flair. He poured us each a glass and asked what we'd like for dinner. Mother apparently knew the place and said, "I'd like one of your famous salads and I'm going to recommend that my date have the same, OK Sweetie?"

"That's great," I said, and the waiter was off.

As soon as he was out of sight I handed mother the present that I had been clutching ever since we left the car. "Here, this is for you. I hope you like it."

I realized how much I had been sweating when I saw how damp the wrapping paper was. I could see how curious mother was as she tried to guess the contents before she removed the bow and paper.

"Oh Sweetie, I love it!" she exclaimed, "but I'm going to save this for later this evening." And then, noticing the inscription on the inside of the case, she read in a slow voice, "I love it when you smoke with a holder. And I love your holder fetish, Sweetie. I can tell how aroused you get when you watch me smoke with my holder. That makes me feel very feminine and very sexy. And Betta is amused by your fetish, too, and would love to have her way with you one night. Both of us would like to see how you would react to her smoking and her little toys."

"You told Betta about my fetish?" I gulped.

"Oh Sweetie, I tell Betta everything. She's a very special person."

The salads arrived but I was too excited to do more than pick at it. Mother ate about half of hers and then pushed her plate aside and asked me to pour her another glass of Champagne. Then out came her Denicotea holder and she lit up again, this time bypassing the candle for a light from me. Continuing to hold my trembling hand, she asked. "Now you've got to tell me all your sexual fantasies. A young man like you must be thinking of girls all the time."

"Can I be honest," I pleaded.

"Of course, Sweetie," mother answered, "I'm your mother. You can tell me anything."

And so I did, all my sadomasochistic fantasies--all my fantasies about her, Betta, and me.

When I finished—-mother had gone through several more cigarettes by then—-mother said in her best mock-serious tone, "You naughty boy, you've made me all wet. Let's dance."

Part V. The Surprise

As we began to dance, mother whispered in my ear, "Do you recognize what they're playing? It's 'Love is a Many-Splendored Thing.' I think this should be our song."

"So do I," I whispered back.

As we danced, close, like two lovers, I again whispered in mother's ear,

"I love the smell of smoke and perfume in your hair. You don't know what it does to me."

"Of course I know what it does to you. Don't you think I can't feel how hard you are."

The band finished and I held both of mother's hands and kissed her lightly on the lips. As the music started again and we began to move again as one, mother said,

"You have quite a fertile imagination, Sweetie. You must get that from me."

"Well," I answered, "I'm afraid that yours can't be nearly as wild as mine."

Mother stopped dancing momentarily and gave me a playful slap.

"Oh Sweetie, you are so naïve. I have the wildest fantasies about you. Just like your fetish is my holder, my fetish is your gorgeous cock. I want to play with it and make love to it all night. I dream of you, me, and Betta having orgies, night after night. I dream of you straddling me, with your cock in my mouth, while Betta ravishes my cunt with her tongue and finger fucks my ass."

"Oh god, mom," I cried, "you're bringing me off. I can't hold back."

Mother pulled me even closer to her and bit my ear lobe hard, "Cum to mommy, my baby. Don't hold back. Cum, cum, cum!"

Grabing mother's hand, I led her quickly from the dance floor.

"I've got to get cleaned up before I start dripping on the floor."

"Don't worry, Sweet," she said as I left her at the table, "You're young and will be fully charged again by the time we get home."

By the time I returned, mother had finished her salad, but mine was still half eaten. I had no appetite for more, so I ordered us coffee—-strong espresso.

"I must tell you about this wonderful device that Betta has and used to use on the husband of her former employer to keep him hard. I'm sure you know that erection and ejaculation are produced in two totally different ways. You get erect when blood flows into your penis, but you ejaculate when your prostate sends your semen over the hump, as it were. Betta will fill her device with ice and then insert it into your rectum. This way your prostate will be totally immobilized so that your erection can last indefinitely. That's when the fun will begin. Don't worry, Sweetie, Betta is a nurse who knows everything about rectal stimulation. Believe me, I know from first-hand experience."

Part VI. Climax

I probably shouldn't have driven: the champagne plus what mother had told me had me thinking about everything except the road ahead. But we did get home, miraculously.

"Go into the bathroom so that Betta can get you ready," mother ordered. "I'll meet you in a few minutes in the bedroom."

Betta, the former nurse, was as efficient and skillful as mother had suggested. First, she gave me a Fleet enema to clean out my lower bowels. Then, putting her right hand in a latex glove and covering her middle finger with Vaseline, she carefully inserted it into my rectum.

"Nothing like a little finger fuck to relax your rectum," Betta laughed, "This makes it so much easier to insert my prostate calmer." I moaned as her finger moved back and forth with each thrust going a little deeper.

"It feels good, doesn't it," Betta said, "Your mother loves this."

When Betta saw that I was partially erect, she encircled my cock with her left hand and with her right, inserted the device mother had talked about.

"Jesus, it's cold," I blurted out.

"You'll quickly get used to it," Betta reassured me. "Let's go, I think your mother is ready for you."

The only lights in the bedroom were two bright candles on the nightstands that flanked mother's bed. Betta put a pillow under the small of my back so that I wouldn't crush her instrument.

Mother looked stunning. Gone was her gypsy costume and the turban. Instead, now she wore sheer white silk pajamas. In her hands were the new holder I had given her and something I had never seen before—a pack of Pall Mall longs. As she approached the bed, she slipped out of her pajamas, mounted the bed, straddled my head from the rear with her legs, and slowly inserted a cigarette into her new holder. At the sight of my erect cock she exclaimed, "Oh Betta, you've prepared him beautifully."

Watching mother light her cigarette was an erotic delight. She never looked so beautiful as when she hollowed her cheeks to draw the flame of the candle into her cigarette. Mother's mastery of a holder was perfect, never inhaling so hard that her lips curled inward. Gently caressing my lips and bending over my head she blew a delicious stream of creamy white smoke into my mouth.

"Your beautiful cock and the beautiful holder you gave me are the perfect birthday presents. What mother could ask for more? They need to get acquainted."

With that mother placed her holder along side my cock with the mouthpiece pressed into its base.

"See sweetie, they're the same size. They were meant for each other!"

"You flatter me mom, I know I'm not as big as dad was."

"Silly boy, your proportions are perfect. Besides, what is it the football coaches always say? 'It's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight in the dog'."

Mother then began to slowly stroke my cock with her holder, blowing smoke on the head whenever she took a drag and exhaled. I could only moan in ecstasy.

"Umm, I love doing that," mother said, "And I especially love teasing that little spot on the underside of your cock where the head joins the shaft.

"God," I screamed, "I want to shoot off so badly. You're driving me out of my mind. I don't think I can stand it any longer."




The Birthday Present



"But Sweetie," mother insisted, "you are going to have to stand it, all night, thanks to Betta's marvelous little device."

Mother now began to French kiss the head of my cock as she continued to stroke my shaft with her holder.

"Oh, Mom," I cried, "I've got to have your pussy. Please, please, let me feast on you."

Mother obliged and there we remained locked—-who knows how long—in a glorious sixty-nine, with mother convulsing with organisms, again and again. The taste of her pussy was indescribable. Nectar for the gods is the only cliché that comes to mine.

At last mother sat back and lit another cigarette.

"Oh my baby, you are the perfect lover. I just can't get enough of your cock and your wonderful tongue."

I was totally overwhelmed by this woman, my mother, my seductress, my lover.

"You remember when I told you that one of my fantasies was Betta torturing one of the men you had picked up while you used his mouth as an ashtray. Well, that's what I want right now more than anything else. I need your smoke and ashes so badly."

As I raised my hand to caress one of her lovely breasts, mother said softly, "Do you really want this?"

"Oh god yes," I begged, "I want to surrender to you completely."

"Then open you mouth, Sweetie. As she carefully flicked the ash from her cigarette onto my tongue, she whispered, "This is so over the top, I love it. I love the way you offer your body to me and let me do anything I please. You are the perfect lover."

Slowly, the ice in Betta's device began to melt and my prostate to return to normal. Mother was now moving her mouth vigorously up and down my cock.

"I want to cum to you so badly," I screamed.

"Then cum to me, my sweet baby, cum to me in my mouth." I exploded as I dug my fingers into mother ass, driving my tongue as far into her sacred pussy as I could. Finally, totally spent, I gently rolled mother on her side. "Happy birthday. Mother," I sighed. "You've given me a present I'll never forget."

How can I describe the remainder of the summer except as a series of orgies with mother and Betta? We early on settled on a game called "onesees" or "twosees" to which we pledged to play no matter what. If it was my turn to play onesees, I could choose a role for mother and Betta; if it was my turn and Betta's to play twosees, the mother had to play the role we assigned to her.

Before mother's birthday, it was as if the only music I had ever heard was from someone playing the piano with one finger. That summer, mother showed me the glories of a full symphony. It changed my life forever and for the better.



The Birthday Present



Veronica's mother and father had been divorced for as long as she could remember. She was just a baby when it happened. She didn't really know why they ever got divorced or any of the details, but it seemed normal to her because it was all she'd ever known. For awhile, she would go back and forth between her mother and father's homes in the suburbs in North Carolina, but five years ago, her father had received a job offer from a large corporation. It was an offer he couldn't refuse, more than triple the salary he earned. But to get the job would mean he would have to move out of the suburbs and out to L.A. Veronica was devastated, for she adored her father, but he chose to accept the offer and move.

Over the next five years, Veronica only saw her father a handful of times when he would come to North Carolina on business. He'd take her shopping and buy her ice cream and she hated it every time he left. She begged her mother to let her go visit him. She kept asking, and asking, and asking, until one day, finally, her mother gave in. She got on the phone with Veronica's father and made the arrangement for her to fly out to L.A. and be picked up at the airport by him. Veronica was bursting with excitement.

The day finally came and she was all packed and ready to go, standing at the front door at seven a.m. Her mother sighed and hustled her out into the family minivan and they made their way out to the airport. Today was a very special day because it wasn't just the day she'd get to go visit her father, but it was also her birthday. She was eighteen today and had almost forgotten because she was so excited about the trip. Her mother had bought her new pink suitcases for the occasion. Veronica dragged her mother to get her a pass so she could see her off at the gate and talk to the flight attendants about the arrangements. Then, they hugged and waved goodbye and a nice flight attendant took Veronica by the hand and led her to her seat. She was exhausted from staying up all night, too excited to sleep, that she quickly fell into a slumber on the plane.

Before she knew it, the nice flight attendant from before was softly nudging her awake and helping her with her bags. She led her through the cabin and into the airport where Veronica frantically searched the crowd for her father. She spotted him and let out a squeal, taking off to jump into his arms and startling the flight attendant. Her father was a very good looking man. Her mother said he still looked exactly the same as the day she married him. He was tall, over six foot, dark brown hair with just a touch of grey, and brilliant, blue eyes that shone like diamonds. He wore old, softly worn jeans, brown, leather boots, and a blue, button up shirt that matched his eyes, looking handsome without even trying. Veronica breathed in his familiar scent, a hint of spice that she felt she knew from somewhere else a long time ago, but that she could never quite put her finger on.

Veronica was so proud to be meeting her father on her birthday and had gotten all dressed up. She was wearing her brand new, pink miniskirt, a white tank top and jean jacket, and new flip flops. She had grown quite a bit over the last year and was ahead of the other girls in her class, making her feel awkward and out of place. She felt different and wasn't sure what to do with herself. Her mother had tied her hair up in pigtails and put pink ribbons in to match her skirt. She looked absolutely perfect, young and innocent, and ready to take on a world full of adventure.

There had been a problem though. The trip had almost been cancelled because Veronica had been getting into trouble at school. She was hanging out with older girls that her mother didn't approve of and her grades were slipping. Her mother warned her that she had had a talk with her father and he was going to handle things and straighten everything out when she got there. She was a little frightened, but mostly just thrilled to finally be with her father.

After the cab ride, Veronica got out of the car with her father and headed into a building that looked to her as if it was a mile high. They took the elevator up to the very top floor and she waited with her suitcase as he unlocked the door. They walked in and Veronica's eyes got big. She had never seen anything so beautiful. It was huge, with hard-wood floors, expensive paintings, and in the center of the living room, a grand piano. She was completely lost in thought when her father got her attention and led her back to the bedroom. He set her suitcase in the corner and then sat on the bed, facing her direction.

She could tell her father was not happy with her. He wasn't angry. He never looked mean or angry, just unhappy when she did things she was not supposed to do. He talked to her about what her mother had said over the phone and asked her to repeat everything she had done and anything else she had failed to mention. Every time she hesitated, he looked at her sternly and demanded she did as she was asked. When she was finished, her father gave her a small frown and said, "I love you very much." She said, "I love you too daddy." But then he went on to explain that although he loved her very much, he would not be a good parent if he let her go unpunished. She began to protest, but he silenced her and told her to come closer to him. He asked her what the appropriate response was when he told her something. She looked down sheepishly and responded with, "Yes, daddy."

Veronica knew what was coming and began to tear up. Her father gave her a soft, sweet kiss and then bent her over his knee as she cried silently. He was gentle at first, smoothing Veronica's skirt, and then he began to spank her. Veronica continued to cry as he spanked harder, pulling her skirt up and leaving large, red handprints where he had struck her. Finally, when he felt she had had enough, he told her to stand in front of him again. He said softly, "I love you very much," and she responded, "I love you too daddy." He reached out to touch her and she cringed at the pain she felt. He seemed concerned and turned her around. He lifted her skirt and she was afraid he was going to hit her again, but he just gave her several gentle kisses and asked her if he had made it better.

He turned her back around and smiled at her, that charming smile with his perfect, white teeth. He then asked her if she was ready for her birthday present and Veronica's eyes lit up. She forgot all about the pain and was so excited. Then, her father's face turned serious again and he told her that it was her birthday and she was a big girl now. He told her he would give her her gift, but that although she was a big girl, she was still young and innocent and she shouldn't like it, but it was a part of growing up. He looked into her eyes and asked her if she understood that if she liked it, he would punish her again. She nodded her head in reply.

Veronica's father gently pulled her tank top over her head and her long pigtails. As she was ahead of the other girls in her class, she was very nearly fully developed, but hadn't begun to wear a bra yet. It was cold in the room and Veronica shivered. She felt her nipples get hard as her father lightly caressed them. Veronica was scared. This had never happened before and she was not sure it was okay, but she adored her father and trusted him more than anyone else, so she didn't complain or move away from him. He saw the look on her face and reassured her that he was her daddy and that he loved her very much. He told her that she must always obey him and never argue with what he said.

Then, he slid her skirt off and looked at her standing there in just her panties. She was very beautiful, just like her mother. He saw that she had already started to grow light, blonde hair, although there was barely anything there yet. He pulled her closer, holding her firmly, and put his mouth to her still hard nipples, stroking them with his tongue. Veronica couldn't help it. She let out a moan, and as soon as she did, she knew she had done the wrong thing. Her father yanked her roughly by her pigtails and threw her over his knee and began to spank her again.

Veronica was already sore from the previous spankings, so this time it hurt even worse. When he was finished with her, her father lifted her up and laid her as softly as he could on his soft, king bed. He scolded Veronica again and reminded her that she is not supposed to like any of this. Then, he tenderly spread her legs apart and stroked his hand between them. He bent over her and, ever so softly, kissed her there. Veronica began to breathe deeply and knew she dare not make a sound. Veronica's father ran his wet tongue up and down and she felt something she had never felt before, all warm and wet. She bit down on her lip, willing herself to not make a sound, even though she wanted to so badly. He began to lick faster and she could feel the wet, sticky liquid between her legs. It felt as though someone had soaked her soft teddy in hot water and was rubbing it between her legs. As Veronica's father licked faster and deeper and she felt his mouth all over her, she was getting to the point that she could not stand it anymore. Suddenly, he took a finger and thrust it deep inside her, all the while keeping her wet with his mouth. She couldn't help it. She screamed.

Veronica's father flipped her over so fast and hard she felt her heart skip a beat and she lost her breath. He is so big and strong and he spanked her again, harder. He couldn't seem to stop. Veronica's tears streamed down her pretty, little face, leaving wet stains on her porcelain cheeks. She was crying, partly because of the pain, and partly out of confusion. She wanted him so badly but she knew she wasn't supposed to. He flipped her back over, this time lightly, and reminded her, yet again, of the rules. 

He began on her again and it took all of Veronica's strength and concentration to not make a sound. Her sweet, salty sweat dripped slowly down her body. Then she got quiet, caught her breath, and concentrated on how amazing his finger felt inside her and his soft wet tongue, doing things she never imagined tongues could do. She couldn't believe she had never felt this before and whispered softly, "I love you, daddy." And he says, "Daddy loves you too. Very much." Everything he did was starting to feel better, and better, and better, and she pleaded, telling her father that she could not stop, that she was going to scream. He told her it was okay, just this once. With one more thrust of his finger and his mouth all over her, she screamed in pleasure, louder than she ever had, at her first, incredible orgasm. Veronica's entire body shook with pleasure as she felt warm liquid leak out of her and all over her legs.

Veronica's breathing continued hard as her father used his tongue to clean up the mess. He had almost gotten it all, but there was little left that he wiped away with his finger. He put his finger to Veronica's lips so she could taste herself, then he unzipped his jeans.

Veronica stared and gasped in amazement. She had seen a penis before, but nothing like this, nothing even close to this. It's huge. Veronica's father tenderly told her again, "Daddy loves you very much." He told her that what he was going to do next would hurt, but that he was her father, and he loved her very much, and he knew what was best for her. Carefully, he inserted the tip of his penis into Veronica. He took his time, but she could feel herself beginning to tear. It hurt more than anything she had ever felt before and she screamed and cried before it was even all the way in. Veronica felt liquid from between her legs again, but this time it was red. She thought to herself that she might be dying. No matter how loud Veronica screamed and cried, her father had no mercy for her. He thrust into her, harder and harder, faster and faster, for what seemed to Veronica to last an eternity. She had no voice left. She had screamed at the top of her lungs and huge tears streamed down her face. Then, with one final thrust, Veronica's father plunged deeper inside her than she ever thought possible and she passed out from the sheer pain.

Veronica's father pulled out of her and scooped her up. He wrapped her naked body in his arms and whispered sweet nothings in her ears, all the while rocking her back and forth, and telling her just how much he loved her and how happy she had made him.

The end



The Birthday Present



It was a humid night in late May, though unseasonably modest for the normally blazing hot beginning of summer. Robbie knew a little about wonderful surprises, but nothing could prepare him for the realization of a 6 year-fantasy that was about to happen in his own living room. He had so longed to go on a date with Hillary and Megan, so as a birthday present, in exchange for a warm-hearted deed, the two beautiful women decided to payback Robbie with a one-off date. The two former high school acquaintances had been dating other men off and on, but decided they wanted to thrill a wonderfully kind man with an indispensable gift. Robbie would learn after 10 p.m. that night just how indispensable it would be.

Robbie had told either women at one time or another that he found them incredibly attractive and had been kindly rejected by both. He even once had a horrible evening in which he called up Hillary accidentally and cussed at her because he wanted to talk to Megan and she wouldn't answer her phone. On a terribly faulty medication and after a traumatizing evening, Robbie had done something very uncharacteristic of himself. It was a wrongdoing he would regret every day after. He never stopped thinking about how he screwed things up with these two. If he hadn't professed his feelings and come off like a desperate lunatic, perhaps he might have landed two great friends. But alas, he figured he would never see them again or hear of there whereabouts.

And while Megan gave Robbie one of the best nights of his life at a high school dance, the outing seemed more like a friendly gesture than a date. The three went off to separate colleges and began preparing for real world life. Megan and Hillary would presumably remain best friends, while Robbie would meet other great friends in his first year at a satellite school. Robbie tried a few times to keep his friendship with Megan alive, but his efforts were to no avail and he ceased calling her to avoid looking obsessed. But while childish fantasies of other middle and high school infatuations had long passed, the beautiful smiles of these two never left his aching mind. He would always say to himself secretly, that no matter which female celebrity or pop star was the babe of the moment, that Megan would always be the most beautiful woman in the world. He meant this lofty superlative in the most elegant of ways, often comparing her beauty to Helen of Troy. Robbie always reserved the word beautiful for a select few ladies in the entire world, disgusted with the overuse and the lessened meaning of the adjective.

To him, the beautiful adjective transcended the dictionary definition and signified an attractiveness no make up artists, fashion experts, brushes, clothes or cameras could create. To him, Megan was that dream girl that probably looked as spell binding in boxers and glasses with no make up on than in an expensive outfit wearing layers of cosmetics.

He wasn't sure if Hillary was beautiful, but he definitely considered her smile as such. It was the kind of facial expression that causes hyperventilation and chills in its recipients. Being greeted by Hillary's smile was like feeling the warmth of lava in a soup bowl.

He knew neither of these women was truly kind enough to want to date a odd-duck man like Robbie. He had always been kind-natured and well intentioned at heart, but displayed himself as an insecure introvert who couldn't properly carry himself. This scenario never boded well for the loser stereotype chasing the belle of the ball.

But in spite of all this questionable history, here these three were, entering Robbie's mid-size apartment after a wonderful evening of scholarly conversation and exquisite dining. Robbie had achieved success in proving his transformation from the misinterpreted introvert to the confident, but not overly confident, self-supporting man. His demeanor reeked of authentic charm, gentlemanly gestures and a splendid, but not overstated intelligence. That night at dinner, the topics were improvised, much like the rich catalogue of jazz Robbie owned. Like some Miles composition out of a dream, Hillary, Robbie and Megan traded conversations about politics, college experiences, music, career plans, cultural journeys and foreign languages, daily habits and the finest in world literature. The genre's greatest drummers were trading fours with Coltrane and the Bird, while the pianist and the bassist kept the rhythm section steady.

Megan and Hillary were surprised to learn of Robbie's depth and sincerity and were not sorry anymore for agreeing to this one-time deal. The two looked astonishingly beautiful, while Robbie dressed comfortably in slacks and a slick dress shirt with a black sport coat and a leather belt. Hillary wore a pink silk dress that halted in the front near her bulky knees and in ended in back next to her precious high heels. Her dress was strapless, but had a tie in the back and sagged just enough to show the crests of her thick breasts. It was an elegant cleavage, not the kind showing the worst side of pop stars or fashion models. It was a gorgeous dress, but not so overstated that people had to gawk at her.

Megan wore a black and crème dress with black, curvy high heels. She wore her blonde hair down with a white and pink corsaige. She looked like a lady only the lord could make in his finest hour. Robbie had spent hours cleaning his apartment and freshening up the rooms on the whim that either of them might want to go up to chat some more.

Before agreeing to the date, both women made Robbie promise that he would never contact them again afterward. "If we do this one time and get it over with, will you stop torturing yourself and get over us," Hillary asked.

"I promise to try," Robbie said. His stern, yet indecisive promise was adequate enough at the time. Megan and Hillary did not tell any of their other friends about the date, opting to make it a private affair that only the three would ever know about. That was one of the terms of agreement, that there would be no ballyhoo amongst other friends about the one-off birthday present.

Robbie did not ask or even imagine what was about to unfold on his micro fiber couch or in his Queen size bed to Hillary or Megan, knowing that just a date and a brief kiss would more than suffice.

"Just a date, that's all I ask," Robbie had said. His desire to know the women more was sincere and not solely bounded by an itching lust.

He gently opened the door to his apartment and let the two stunning, beautiful women in. They admired his decorating prowess, his sleek, but not rich boy furniture, his spot clean manner of living and the pleasant scents and sounds emitted by potpourri, burnt candles and a small waterfall on his kitchen table.

The three chatted for 20 minutes, continuing the glow from the evening's meal. But after while Robbie couldn't take the suspense any longer and decided to figure out what was transpiring.

"I'm thrilled that you came back to my apartment, but why are you still here?" Robbie asked. "I figured you would oblige my request by going to dinner and then take off running."

The two women paused before responding.

"Well, that was before we grew to know the kind of wonderful man you are tonight," Megan said. "So, we decided that our original gift wasn't big enough. We decided you deserved something more complete. So we want to give you what we've never given any man before."

Robbie was astonished, not knowing what other gift could possibly top a dinner date with his female idols.

"What do you mean, you've already fulfilled your part of the bargain, you don't owe me anything more," Robbie stuttered.

Hillary placed her cold hands on Robbie's wide-eyed face and said softly, "oh but we do."

She then glanced over at Megan. "He doesn't understand so we'll just have to show him."

Robbie gulped as Megan and Hillary began fondling with each other's hands and smiling profusely.

"Oh that," he said sheepishly. "I guess God gave you a call and told you to bring me heaven."

"No," Megan said. "We decided that we really want to do this tonight. And we want to do it as much for us as for you. You deserve this and more."

Robbie smiled like a kid at a candy store and gently puckered his lips as Megan leaned over to kiss him. The two kissed eloquently, with their tongues entertwining every fourth mouth full. Robbie soaked up every lip lock like a sponge, memorizing the taste of her garlic-turned-watermelon-gum breath and the delicacies of her sweet mouth. The two kissed for a minute and then parted slowly. Hillary then leaned over and stuck her tongue in Robbie's mouth. This kiss was more abrasive, but no less eloquent. He memorized her breath and her sweet mouth. They kissed for a minute and then parted slowly.

Robbie felt speechless but managed a few words.

"How can I thank you for this?" he asked. "You are wonderful women."

He then told how beautiful the kisses had been, telling each woman about what he had memorized.

Megan then gazed at Hillary for a moment. "Let's see if you can memorize as much as our wonderful student did over here."

The two ladies leaned over gently, pulled their hair back and softly locked lips. The sound of their caressing lips was faint, but it was audible. The caress grew every five seconds. Megan slipped her tongue into Hillary's mouth once and a delightful smack was heard. After 15 seconds of delicate kissing, Hillary then slipping hers into Megan's mouth. The two memorized everything about each other's mouths that Robbie had. After about a minute, the kiss grew more violent, with the two tongues splashing about and the sound growing like an oncoming train. After a luscious one-minute kiss, the two gently parted.

For the next few minutes, the three traded passionate kisses and moved their hands along each other's arms and clothes. Every few minutes, Robbie would slide his hand near one of the women's breasts and gently massage their dress. They rarely spoke words, instead speaking with their lips, mouths and tongues. At 11 p.m., Hillary gazed at the clock and realized time had flown.

"I think we need to progress things a little further, it's 11 p.m. and we haven't even had sex," she said.

Megan then got up as if she was walking to the door.

"But, please..." Robbie began to plead, thinking his fantasy might be over prematurely. Instead of heading for the door, Megan grabbed a small bag she had carried along from his car into the apartment and asked Robbie if the two could take turns using the bathroom. Robbie of course obliged but asked what was in the bag.

"You'll find out soon enough," Hillary said in a tease.

Megan disappeared first, with Hillary waiting outside the door. Then when Megan finished she did not exit the bathroom, but Hillary entered. About 15 minutes later, Megan called to Robbie.

"Take off your jacket and get your ass in the bed room," she hollered in a demanding but sexy tone.

Robbie entered the bedroom. "I'm here ladies," he called back.

Less than a minute later, Hillary and Megan emerged; giving Robbie the biggest boner he'd ever had in his life. Megan had left her heels on, but was in a gray silk robe with a lace tie. Hillary was wearing a pink silk nightgown with a silk pink over robe.  Robbie jumped out of bed and ran to the two ladies to kiss them again. The three shared passionate kisses for five minutes. With each kiss, Robbie moved his agile hands along the two robes, committing curves to memory. The ladies did the same to each other.

After a period of intense kissing, Robbie motioned to Megan to take off Hillary's robe. The two methodically unwound the lace tie and Hillary slipped off her robe. Robbie could see a bigger crest of Hillary's breasts through the matching pink nightgown and gazed at her silky white legs and painted toenails through high heels. Robbie gave Megan a gentle kiss and then motioned for Hillary to lie down on the bed.

"Megan, massage her down there with her gown while I use the gown to fondle these beautiful breasts."

Hillary lay down on the bed and prepared for an orgasmic massage. Robbie began by sticking his right hand inside the nightgown and carefully and lovingly grabbing her left breast. She began to breathe deeply. He removed his hand after a minute and began massaging the silk that covered them. She let out sexy sighs. After two minutes, Megan began gently massaging her hand up and down Hillary's legs before arriving near the bottom of the silk gown at her vagina. Her hands pressed lightly against the gown, using her touch to find the right crevices of Hillary's vagina. She began letting out sexy cries, with Robbie intriguing her breasts and Megan pressing the silk of her gown against her vaginal area. Robbie occasionally leaned over to kiss Megan or Hillary while his hands worked some magic.

Hillary lay down as the recipient of this heavenly massage for five minutes. Her cries grew more frequent and louder as Megan and Robbie continued to press the right spots. She grabbed pillows or the sheets with her hands when the sensations became too wonderful.

Then, Megan helped her up and the two engaged in another powerful kiss. With Robbie touching them both, the two meshed their wet lips together like long lost lovers.

Then Megan stood up and slowly unraveled her robe, revealing her beautiful body. Her breasts were small but wonderfully curved and her vagina had a small strip of hair running to the hole. She had the sexiest legs Robbie had ever seen. Robbie and Hillary touched her naked body for a minute. Then Robbie and Megan began touching Hillary again slowly undressing her gown as she laid there delicately. She sat up briefly to let the gown slip off her large breasts and then laid her head back on a resting pillow. Megan gently slipped the gown down her legs.

Hillary was not petite like Megan but her naked body was no less wonderous. She had a milky white belly that curved outward. She had a particular attraction to food that she indulged frequently but her small hill of stomach fat was dangerously sexy.

"Hillary have you ever been eaten out by a woman?" Robbie asked.

"No," she said calmly. It seemed she was telling the truth.

Megan smiled as Robbie removed all his clothes. Megan then began kissing Hillary's naked stomach occasionally using her tongue as an accent. Her mouth moved further south to the waistline and then down to both legs. Hillary oozed sexy responses as Megan's lips went down her legs. Finally, as if finding the final vacation destination after a long trip with multiple connecting flights, Megan's lips found Hillary's vagina. She began kissing it softly, her lips making a gentle sound every time they made contact. She kissed gently for a period of two minutes, before making her mouth movements with more frequency. She began occasionally using her tongue for accent.

"Mmmmmmmm," Hillary oozed loudly. "Oh my god, Megan!"

Robbie, who had been watching this mouth to body dance began running his hands down Megan's back. He walked to the end of the bed and climbed on, preparing to imitate one crucial part of his sex fantasy. With Megan's head buried in Hillary's vagina, Robbie gently found Megan's vagina with his dick in his hand and began stroking it in and out, not wanting to make any abrasive movements. He wanted this to be a sensual, elongated threesome, not a thirty minute fuck fest. With each time, his cold penis entrenched itself farther into Megan's vagina hole. Megan now had to pull her head up every 10 seconds to get air and moan herself.

The three began moaning almost in a rhythmic syncopation. Hillary, with Megan's lips and tongue now vigorously eating out her vagina. Megan, with her head buried in Hillary's vagina and Robbie's penis fucking her vagina. And Robbie, feeling the clash of his cold penis with Megan's warm vagina.

Megan's hands worked up Hillary's stomach as she ate her out and began rubbing her two breasts. Robbie continued fucking Megan's vagina, while he too used his hands to find her breasts and gently touch them. The first orgasm would come a few minutes after they assumed this position. They would lose count after a while. The three continued the same erotic motions for nearly fifty minutes, pausing every time any one of them had to cum. Wet stains began appearing on the bed from all the cum.

Then, Megan cleaned her lips on Hillary's legs and moved up to kiss her. Robbie moved to the other side of the bed to watch this soft lip exchange. The two then began another entrancing French kiss.

Robbie ducked his head under the two mouths' and began sucking Hillary's gorgeous breasts. He did this for a long minute, letting small lines of saliva form between the breast and his mouth. The three then exchanged places.

"I want to watch you fuck Hillary," Megan said.

So, Megan went to one side of the bed to watch. Hillary sat her vagina on Robbie's penis and began moving her body up and down in rhythmic fashion. Robbie sat up and kissed Hillary's breasts. Megan, aroused as ever, began masturbating violently. Hillary and Robbie engaged in a tense intercourse, pausing occasionally to cum or take a breath. Megan was over in the left corner of the bed fingering herself, sticking her petite fingers deep into her pussy, giving herself a few orgasms. As the two watched Megan fondle herself, their sex grew wilder and more intense.

Then the three spontaneous lovers paused for a few minutes, admiring the cum that had already accumulated. Then Hillary kissed Robbie, using her tongue as an accent.

"Now, I want to fuck myself as you make my best friend cum like 30 times." 

The sex wouldn't be that great because no sex segment could produce that many orgasms for two human beings. Like Hillary, Megan sat her vagina on Robbie's penis and started to dance up and down. Hillary sat in the left corner grabbing at her right breast, using her left hand to finger her pussy. Her hands occasionally left her body and touched Megan's soft back. Watching Hillary masturbate was like an art form in itself. Her hands painted the lush scene, while her sexual gasps added unexpected but welcome colors. It was the perfect inspiration for some unbelievable sexual moments. As he had done with Hillary, Robbie paused for orgasms and breaths. For most of the hour, Robbie's and Megan's tongues collided like crashing cars, while they fucked each other until the exhilaration lifted them to another planet.

Then Hillary went over and gently licked Megan's asshole before locking lips with Robbie.

They paused again, to let Robbie get a plate of fruit that the three would share. After handing each other apples, strawberries and soft kiwi's, he set the plate down on his office desk.

"Now, I want to watch you two ladies fuck each other, eat each other out, lick each other's breasts and kiss passionately. And I want you to feel my warm cum on your backs. Make me cum while I masturbate."

Megan and Hillary began with another kiss, which up to this point tied for the best of the evening. Robbie's right hand grazed his throbbing cock as the two tongues mashed and the breasts suffocated one another, each lady squealing in delight. They fondled each other's pussies while they kissed and sucked breasts. They did this for 20 minutes. Then, Hillary leaned her head into Megan's pussy and began working her tongue in and out of the whole that Robbie's penis had made a bit wider. Consumed by horniness, Robbie crouched over Hillary's back and briefly fucked her pussy as he had done with Megan. This position was sexiest to him: Girl eating out girl, while guy fucks vagina. Hillary briefly turned her head back and smiled in acknowledgement. She briefly came up for air and for a loud but gorgeous scream. The trio had at least three orgasms in this position. Then, Robbie went back to the left corner to watch the other two women eat pussy.




The Birthday Present



Hillary dove her head into Megan's pussy again but threw her leg's over Megan's hungry mouth. Megan and Hillary began licking each other's pussies. They occasionally stopped to breathe. After 25 more minutes of this, the two women came and stopped for a few minutes. Then Hillary directed Robbie to lay his head down on the pillow while she grabbed and played with his hard cock. And Robbie's cock was harder and taller than Stonehenge by now. Megan moved her hands down Robbie's face, occasionally French kissing him. Hillary opened her mouth like she was about to eat a monstrous hamburger and shoved Robbie's wet penis into her thirsty throat. Robbie moaned loudly as Hillary's warm mouth bit and sucked his volcanic penis. Soon after Megan joined with Hillary and the two took turns stroking and sucking his cock. Twice in that span, they put his dick in between their two mouths and French kissed. Robbie's penis and the two ladies' mouths were oozing with fresh cum. They used paper towels, legs and the sheets to clean their wet faces.

Then after a five-minute sexual embrace, filled with moaning and cumming, Robbie pushed Megan to the bed and began lightly eating her out. He stuck his tongue deep into her vagina, finding the edges of veins and gently sweetening them with small strings of saliva. He loved the taste of her pussy juice and her pussy. Hillary, who had been watching, began pressing her breasts up to Megan's face. The three continued moaning, breaking to cum or breathe fresh air.

They embraced five minutes longer. That night, they would lose count of their orgasms and fuck each other in growing piles of cum. Some dried to make way for new wet spots. Robbie, Megan and Hillary had several hours of the most unbelievable sex together. They tried every position they could think of, shared pussy, penis, breasts, lips and racing heartbeats.

After one last monstrous collective orgasm, Megan looked over at the clock and read a time that suggested bars had closed long ago. They had been fucking since after 11 p.m.

The three shared long kisses, before getting under the covers to sleep. Robbie and Megan reached over and grabbed Hillary's Breasts and occasionally licked them. They had tired themselves from the evening of gratuitous and deep conversation and comprehensive and aggressive but loving sex. The three fell asleep together.

The three slept soundly until about 11 a.m., when Robbie was the first to awaken. He was startled at first when he saw Hillary and Megan asleep and naked in his bed. But he swiftly recalled their brilliant and erotic evening. He woke up next to two of the most beautiful women God had ever created. He would treasure and worship this experience for the rest of his life; sure that nothing could ever top the spontanaety and sincerity that made it so fantastic. He gazed at the two sleeping women, and then he got up, took a quick shower, put on some light clothes and began fixing breakfast for the three of them.

He prepared three plates of fine eggs benedict, a plate of fruit to share and poured three glasses of cold water. The smell awakened Megan and Hillary who were pleasantly astounded when Robbie came into the room with breakfast in hand. After setting the tray down, he kissed both girls and then watched them tongue each other briefly, both still completely naked.

"So was it worth it Robbie?" Megan asked. "All that you went through just to land that date with us?"

Robbie gave the kind of look that words could not express. With an enthralled stare he told the two women, without speaking, that they had given him the best night of his life. He hoped they enjoyed the night half as much as he did.

"You're a wonderful lay, Robbie," Hillary joked. Robbie let out a giggle. "But seriously, that was an amazing night. Thank you for getting us to go on that date with you."

"You needn't ever thank me for last night," Robbie said warmly. "You gave me the birthday present money can't buy."

The two chatted for 15 minutes while they slowly consumed breakfast. Robbie washed the dishes as Hillary and Megan took turns in the shower. The two ladies emerged after 3 p.m. dressed in regular clothes, free from the cum that soaked them the night before. Hillary wore a light blue sweatshirt and jeans and Megan wore a solid color T-Shirt and slacks. With little make up or cosmetics on, they still looked as beautiful as ever. Megan and Hillary didn't need man or woman-made enhancements to look divine. They just were and that was the end of it.

The cab Megan had called arrived. She said she preferred to go back in a cab with Hillary. The women kissed Robbie affectionately on the cheek. Robbie then spoke briefly.

"What happened last night was not part of the deal and was multi-consensual, but the rest of our agreement will remain intact. Of this I promise."

Megan smiled wryly and then shook her left index finger.

"Not so fast Robbie," Megan chimed. "As the rule makers of this bargain, we're changing one of the terms. We refuse to disappear from your life and will continue to contact you. We will meet for dinner again and see where the next stimulating conversation takes us. That's how it's going to work, whether you like it."

"I think I can deal with that," Robbie said with a smile and a grand chuckle.

"But," he said looking at Megan and Hillary. "You have to promise me that you will keep our night, my birthday night, a secret. It's too wonderful for anyone else to know."

The two ladies' acknowledged with a promise and then ran down to get into their taxi. As they waved goodbye to one another, this clearly wasn't the end, but the beginning of a welcome waiting.

If his 23rd birthday was this good, then he had to be doing something right. He stared at his living room wall and his bed, recounting one last time all that he had memorized. He could see silouhettes of that magical threesome dancing before him. A once unthinkable fantasy had become his new reality. A few years later, he decided he needed to share his experience with others.



The Birthday Present



"I can't wait to find out where you're taking me!"

The expression on Nicole's face showed genuine excitement. It was not just any Friday night, but also her twenty-fifth birthday. She felt like an excited girl, with a whole weekend of surprises and fun ahead of her.

Her husband simply smiled, more to himself than to her, as he drove the car off their drive and down the familiar local roads. He enjoyed the sense of expectation his wife had been showing. By the time they reached the highway, Nicole was asking again. "Ooh! We're not headed into town! Are we going away for the weekend? But we didn't pack anything!"

He laughed aloud. "No, baby, we're not going away, but I just know you're going to love what I've got planned. Now stop trying to guess!"

Nicole pulled a face at him. "OK honey. I just know the whole weekend's going to be perfect."

No pressure then, James thought to himself. But if he knew his wife as well as he thought he did, tonight would be a night she would long remember. Despite all her crazed guesswork, she obviously hadn't guessed the nature of the special surprise he'd lined up for her, and that gave him a great deal of satisfaction.

After only a few more minutes, he turned off the highway. Nicole had finally calmed down, expecting perhaps a drive to a nice restaurant, or even out for something unexpected in the hills; but this sudden change made her sit up again. "Hey, why are we heading out this way?" She had blurted it out, genuinely surprised, her tone almost complaining. "There's nothing out here except..."

James nodded and completed her sentence. "The golf club. Yeah honey, we need to stop off there. But don't worry, I'm not planning a quick round in the dark!" He laughed, the look of puzzlement on her face. He could tell she was disappointed now, but he let the silence continue for a few tense minutes before he pulled up in the parking lot, switched the engine off, and turned to speak to his puzzled wife.

For the first time since leaving the house together, James paid close attention to Nicole's appearance. The element of mystery he had surrounded the night with had left her unsure how to dress, but he could hardly have chosen a better outfit than the black dress she had opted for. He glanced down approvingly at the generous curves of soft cleavage on display between its low-cut front. A classy look, but certainly not modest. The black heeled shoes she wore would be a little out-of-place in the golf club bar, but after all it was a Friday night. Hardly attire for the green, but that wasn't where they were headed.

He still needed to get her inside. "OK honey, this is the first part of my surprise. We won't be here long, but there's someone I'd like you to meet." Utterly confounded now, Nicole stopped trying to make sense of whatever James had planned and decided to go along with it for now. After all, a surprise was a surprise! She may as well just walk into whatever he'd planned for her. A gathering of relatives and friends, perhaps? She prepared herself for that as her high-heeled shoes crunched across the parking lot.

Inside the building, the club was winding down for the day. At the bar, some players were enjoying their second or third drink after finishing the last round of the day; at some tables, older patrons were sitting at dark wood tables eating surprisingly substantial meals. James guided Nicole through to a quiet area of the bar, ordered them a pair of drinks, and watched as she perched herself on a stool.

Nicole felt overdressed. She'd made herself up with red lipstick, grey eye shadow, even a little mascara. The dress, apart from its low-cut front which framed her breasts in black, clung to the full, womanly curve of her hips and waist. She felt sexy, but it wasn't what she'd have chosen to wear here. A couple of mens' heads had certainly turned as they walked past, and even now one man in particular kept glancing in her direction.

James seemed unconcerned. "So here's the thing, baby. I just want to introduce you to somebody, and then I'll explain what's going on and we can head off. Don't worry, we'll be on our way before you know it."

Okay, Nicole thought to herself. James seemed calm and in control, which is all that prevented her feeling out of place and nervous. She was at his disposal; the feeling reminded her of the times they spent in the bedroom, and in spite of herself, she couldn't help but admire the style of the sexy man she'd married. This was certainly one was to get her under his control! She wondered why she was thinking like that, here in his golf club?

Nicole shifted and gazed levelly into her husband's eyes. "OK James," she whispered. "Who is it that's so important they are worth taking up some of my quality time with you?"

James' answer was unexpected: he turned and beckoned to a man who had been sitting in the soft seating area of the bar. For the moment, the spell was broken and the situation became almost social as James performed the introductions

"Honey, this is the guy I was telling you about last week. We met on the course, and he works in IT."

The conversation had hardly been compelling at the time, but Nicole recalled it. "Of course, Gary isn't it?" She turned to him. "Pleased to meet you." The slightly formal greeting was all she could come up with in the circumstances.

While James had deliberately guided Nicole toward dressing up for the evening by wearing a slightly formal pair of trousers and a plain blue shirt, Gary was dressed more casually in a check shirt and blue jeans. He seemed comfortable alongside them however, and introduced himself. He had, he confessed, heard a little about Nicole from James; he asked her how her job was, in her administration position, and they began to make small talk. 

Nicole glanced at James, who seemed happy to leave the two of them to talk for a moment. She shot him a curious glance, but he ignored it; great, Nicole thought, you've got me here talking to this guy on my birthday. It's all very nice, but now I can't get away. Where was this going?

In some ways, Gary was similar to James; she could see how they might get on. They had similar personalities, so the conversation was easy; and although Gary was slightly taller, he shared James' thick build. He was perhaps six or seven years older, certainly in his early thirties. Gary had a little stubble, but not the kind which Nicole found offputting; in fact, given another situation, she supposed she might have found him attractive. As it was she was impatient, just wanting to know what was going to happen next. What was the point in meeting this guy tonight, anyway - pleasant though he was? And why did he seem to know so much about her?

James sensed Nicole's mood and lightly touched her arm. "OK honey, don't worry." He turned to Gary. "OK man. I've seen the way you're looking at my wife." The sudden phrase made Nicole gasp. OK, he'd checked her out a bit while they were chatting, she'd noticed that... Had James seen too? Did he think it was bad? He knew her well, so if he noticed, he'd be bound to know that she'd enjoyed it. Was she in trouble now with James? She felt her pulse begin to race, and yet something was still confusing her. James seemed all the more open, and friendly with Gary. There was so little challenge in his voice. "I take it you're up for this?"

Gary smiled, and for a moment the two men enjoyed Nicole's consternation. He glanced down at her legs, at the bare thigh showing where Nicole had lifted a knee on her stool, and quickly, unashamedly, ran his eyes up her body, taking in her hips and the curve of her waist, lingering on her chest, and finally gazing at her pretty face, her brown eyes framed by makeup and the spectacles which gave her pretty face a sexy chic look. Tearing his eyes away from Nicole's light smattering of freckles, he glanced at James to answer. "Oh yeah. She's even hotter in the flesh than those pictures let me see."

Nicole gasped, her heart pounding with sudden indignation and further confusion. James seemed so satisfied with the answer! And what was this about pictures? Suddenly, they were discussing her openly... As if she was just an object to be appraised and discussed. What was going on? "Wha..." She stuttered, a creeping feeling of excitement forcing her to stop talking for a moment, her red lips remaining open in astonishment. Damn, she knew that feeling. It was the buzz of raw excitement she always got when her husband used her roughly in the bedroom, controlling her feelings as well as her body. But, outside of her private fantasies, she'd never felt that in public! "What's going on here?" She finished gently.

"Your surprise birthday treat," James said. "I'm giving in to what you wanted. I'm giving you your fantasy! You remember, you wanted to talk about it on vacation... Oh, and at Christmas... And last month that Saturday night, remember? And then in bed on the Sunday morning?"

Nicole remembered. She'd thought about it a lot, many more times than she'd dared to discuss it with James. But she'd almost given up on persuading him to even consider having a second man to the bedroom. Was that really what he meant? It really seemed to be the case. But why now?

Gary spoke up. "Maybe we should discuss this on the patio," he suggested, motioning towards the other occupants of the bar. Nicole saw that he was right: she had questions which nobody ought to overhear.

Five minutes later, a second drink in her slightly shaking hand, Nicole found herself taking the evening air with two men who were offering to fulfil her most acute sexual fantasy. "But James," she protested, half expecting to wake up. "I thought you said, you know... Another man with you..."

"Oh, he's not interested in me."

Gary laughed. "Damn straight. But looking at you Nicole, I get the feeling you'll find ways to keep us both happy."

James laughed. "Yeah, she'll do that, alright."

The conversation had switched - so suggestive, so suddenly, and all about her. She almost gulped, but a surge of excitement inside her kept her talking. This felt imperative. She didn't want to lose this moment. "So I get to have you both at once? I can do whatever I want?"

"Whatever we want, yes," James countered.

Gary chuckled his agreement. When he laughed, Nicole thought, his extra years were more obvious. It made her heart skip a beat. "Hope you're still up for this, girl. Once I saw those pictures I started getting ideas."

Nicole's heart was pounding again, this time with pure excitement rather than confusion. The idea of fucking James and another man, both at once... The rush of lust and pleasure she would get... She'd almost given up on the fantasy as it drove her too wild to think on it. To have it offered now, suddenly, without a catch, and with a guy like Gary, who James had chosen... She felt like her sexual motor had been kicked from standing straight up into overdrive. "God, yes! Let's go!" The three of them finished their drinks and left them on the patio.

James held the car door open for his wife as he had done outside their home, but this time letting her into the back seat. Gary let himself into the other back door, and slid alongside her. "You're both sure you're okay with this?" James turned to face Nicole who, now over her confusion and initial nerves, nodded eagerly. She was feeling aroused now, loving the way she'd been openly discussed as an object for lust and pleasure.

James answered Gary aloud. "I want her to really get off. I'm looking forward to seeing it. How can I get jealous when I'm right here too? We'll let you know if we need to stop, but I think you'll find Nicole won't want to! And I've never stopped her yet!" James drove the car away from the club at a decent pace. "You'll find a bottle of wine with a screw cap back there," he told his wife and their new acquaintance. "Help yourselves."

Nicole thought that being manoeuvred into the back seat with Gary and a bottle of wine suited her just fine. The drive back to the house could have been an awkward pause, but James had clearly planned ahead. She even found a couple of plastic glasses, and poured a little of the wine into each. She needed a drink after the excitement had hit her, and downed hers quite quickly, savouring a headrush. Gary sipped his more slowly. "So, how long have you two been married?" He asked.

"Just over six months," Nicole answered. She moved a little closer. "What about you, Gary? Are you a single man?" He nodded. "Ooh, I bet that can be tough." There was a little mischief in her voice now. "So how long has it been, Gary?"

Now it was Gary's turn to slurp his wine. Tellingly, his gaze fell to Nicole's ample cleavage as he answered. "About three months."

She wriggled on her seat a little, loving the way his eyes followed her movement. "Oh dear, Gary," she cooed wickedly. "Maybe it's a good thing James and I came along."

Nicole reached out and brushed Gary's cheek, feeling his stubble. He had short dark hair, though not buzzed very short as her husband's was. His slightly more advanced years only made things more exciting for her. She glanced at James, who sneaked a glance backward in her direction. There was an approving smile on his face as he saw her flirting with their new friend.

James had thought he would leave the two of them in the back seat to gently simmer. It was going well. His wife was leaning towards Gary, giving him an excellent view of her bare shoulders and the depths of her soft breasts as she hunched her arms inwards slightly, causing her cleavage to bunch forward, soft and alluring. The road was quiet, so James altered the rear-view mirror, relying on his side-mirrors to observe the road, giving him a useful view of his wife as she and Gary moved closer on the back seat.

James felt his own excitement rise as he saw Gary's hand creep onto Nicole's thigh, gently squeezing her through the black material of her dress. "Don't let her tease you too much man," he encouraged. "Go ahead and kiss her if you want." Nicole leaned towards Gary, her straight brown hair falling forward and framing her face. James saw his wife's red lips part slightly before his view was blocked by the back of Gary's head.

Nicole slipped her wet tongue slightly into Gary's mouth, tasting the wine on him and shifting in the seat with excitement. She knew her husband was watching as Gary moved his hand upwards, pushing the hem of her dress up to reveal the soft whiteness of her thigh. She withdrew slightly, then without removing her glasses, flashed a flirty glance down at Gary's body as she opened her mouth further, giving him a full-on French kiss. She let out a soft, yet lusty moan as she kissed another man for the first time since she had been married.

James caught a glimpse of his wife's tongue before her mouth met Gary's a second time; he saw her bare thigh outstretched, and Gary feeling the curve of her waist. James felt his own cock harden as he saw his wife being lustfully groped by the man he had selected for the task. His eyes returned to the road as he ensured he took the right exit for their area - and as he did so, he heard the unmistakeable sounds of French-kissing coming from the back seat.

When James glanced back in the mirror, Nicole was gently feeling the bulge in Gary's jeans; while Gary had moved his hand around her hips and was now sliding it across the curve of her ass. Nicole's black dress was stretched tight, showing off a smooth, round curve. "She's got a nice ass, huh?" James asked aloud as he noticed Gary's intent gaze.

"Oh yeah," Gary replied as he squeezed at Nicole's soft flesh through the dress. Her younger flesh was tantalising for him. "And she's got a pretty wicked tongue, this girl of yours!"

"Yes, she has," James chuckled. "But you don't know the half of it yet, my friend."

Nicole sighed with excitement - she was half exposed now, her dress having been pushed up her thighs and then stretched around her; and hearing the men talk about her this way was exciting her. She could feel her nipples harden even as she took her next sip of wine, and she noticed that she was feeling very warm between the thighs.

After some further light touching, during which Nicole checked that Gary's erection seemed quite a satisfactory size, James finally drove the car up their drive and parked. As he opened the door for Nicole, she emerged carrying the wine bottle and smoothing her dress back down her curvy figure. James pressed himself against her and kissed his wife, tenderly at first, then with a brief but lustful French-kiss. He felt her softness pressed against him, and his erection, still throbbing from what he'd seen on the back seat of the car, was hard against her body.

"So," Nicole whispered. "This does turn you on after all!"

"I love seeing you get horny," he replied, before turning to open the front door of the house.

The living room lights were already dimmed, and within two minutes Nicole was sitting in the middle of the sofa, pouring the remainder of the wine out for each of them. She gave James the largest glass as he'd largely absteined due to the need to drive. And it was James who joined her first.

In her black dress, makeup and black high-heeled shoes, Nicole still looked ready for a glamorous night out. In her excitement, the irony of getting dressed up to spend her birthday at home was quite lost on her. "You look so fucking hot," James whispered as they shared another kiss. It was reassuring for Nicole to kiss her husband so soon after Gary. But James could tell she was highly aroused from the way she quivered, and wriggled at his touch. She groaned gently with half-released desire as he tongued her mouth.

Entering the room, Gary hesitated only to cast his eyes over the womanly figure on the sofa, bulging out of the tight black dress. When he'd seen pictures of her, he had barely imagined she would be this keen to engage in the night her husband had suggested. The ride in the back of the car had been totally exciting; now he only hoped her arousal would continue. He couldn't wait to see more of her. He sat close behind Nicole on the sofa.

When James and Nicole barely acknowledged his presence, Gary sipped his wine; then, as James ran his hands through Nicole's hair and Gary watched it fall around her face, he inched a little closer toward the gently wriggling woman and placed his hand firmly on her big, round ass.

Nicole made an encouraging noise, as she continued kissing her husband. Gary shifted closer still, sliding his hand around to her front and feeling the curve of her breasts. Finally, as Nicole moaned gently with the pleasure of James' kisses, Gary began to massage her breasts through her dress.

Nicole broke off from James for a moment and began to gently push her hips backwards toward Gary's body. His hands slipped naturally around the material of the dress, tracing across her chest and finally, to his delight, he got to touch the breasts he'd been staring at all night. Nicole's soft skin was every bit as pliant and inviting as he'd imagined.

As Nicole pushed her ass backward into Gary's swelling groin, James withdrew slightly. Seeing what he wanted, she turned her head to the man holding her from behind. Gary quickly brushed a wisp of brown hair away from her cheek and then kissed her again, the angle of their faces not as easy now as they had been in the car, but the lust expressed in their slithering tongues just the same. Gary's taste was familiar from the car ride, and his cock was pressing into Nicole's soft ass. Knowing that James was watching her closely, a wicked smile spread across her face as she ran her moist, pouting lips softly against Gary's, letting his tongue flick into her mouth. She could feel the moistness between her legs growing as she felt James' eyes on her.




The Birthday Present



It was Tony's birthday and somehow he had no plans. His significant other was away on a business trip. His friends were busy with family obligations. He settled on the couch to spend his evening with some movies and a six pack of Guinness. He'd just started the first movie when the doorbell rang. He contemplated ignoring the buzz, but it rang again. Figuring he could easily get rid of the person at the door, he answered it.

His jaw dropped when he saw his old college friend, Emmy grinning ear-to-ear. Giving her a quick hug, he grabbed her arm to drag her in the house. Emmy, a buxom brunette with a naughty streak, resisted. He looked at her quizzically.

Emmy, still grinning, said, "I brought a friend to help celebrate your birthday. Would you like to meet her?"

Tony, grinning right back, looked to Emmy's side and saw a petite, knock-out blonde. He shook hands with the blonde and pulled both women gently into his home.

Tony eyed the tasty blonde who introduced herself as Beth and invited the girls to join him in the living room. Beth sat next to Tony. Emmy curled up near their feet, still grinning.

Tony hadn't seen Emmy in person in more than twenty years. She wasn't the cute collegiate girl he'd had so much fun with, but she still made his heart race. He wanted to know what she was doing at his door on his birthday, but he knew she'd tell in her own time. Beth, on the other hand, was the bigger mystery. Who was she and how did Emmy convince this stranger to join in whatever she had in mind?

Beth, confident and vivacious, had no problem answering some of his unasked questions. She began the conversation with how she and Emmy were friends and coworkers. They started talking about all manner of things, breaking whatever ice there was in the room. Emmy contributed some details, laughed a lot, and enjoyed the company of her two friends. 

Tony, obviously enjoying the conversation, invited Emmy to sit with them on the couch. Emmy was delighted with the invitation. She leaned against Tony after pulling her dress discreetly back down her bare thighs. Beth casually put her arm on the back of the couch, touching Emmy's shoulder. Tony smiled and put a hand on each girl's thigh. Emmy leaned closer, her breast pressed against Tony's chest. Beth reached with her other hand to Tony's cheek, turning his face toward her. Tony was more than happy to oblige her with a first kiss. Beth licked his lip, savoring the headiness of the beer. Meanwhile Emmy placed her hand on Tony's chest, savoring the warmth and enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat. Tony turned to Emmy, not wanting her to feel left out. She kissed him hard. Then turned him toward Beth, whispering, "Go ahead, enjoy her."

Tony smiled and proceeded to return to doing just that. Beth thrust her tongue into his mouth and pulled his shirt up. Emmy helped to remove it. Emmy caressed his back, his strong shoulders, her fingers alternating between light caresses and harder pressure. Tony moaned into Beth's mouth. Beth captured the moan. She also captured his hands and encouraged them to unbutton her dress. Emmy reached around Tony to rub her hands against his tight nipples. Tony paused in his unbuttoning to fondle Beth's small, delightful breasts. His fingers touched the creaminess that spilled above her sexy red bra, then dipped under the bra to find her taut nipples. He leaned in to kiss the creaminess. Beth pulled Emmy to her knees to loosen the fabric of her dress and began to pull the dress up over her head. Tony reached a hand behind him to caress Emmy's soft bottom and pull her back toward him. As he pulled her close, Tony got a whiff of a scent he remembered from college. The scent made him all the more hard. He absolutely had to kiss her. 

Tony growled, "Emmy..." 

Beth smiled knowingly and stood up. Tony, not thinking about Beth at all, turned to grab Emmy and pull her on his lap. Emmy happily straddled him, her damp black lace panties pressed against his hard cock, her black lace clad tits in his face. She leaned down to kiss him. Her tongue thrust in his mouth, one hand wrapped around his neck, the other pressed against his chest. Tony's hands grabbed at her breasts, so much more than he remembered. So soft. He reached around her back to unclasp the hook and let loose the mounds. One hand massaged the soft flesh, pressing gently around the hard, pink nipple. He broke the kiss to look at her beautiful tits before placing his mouth on the other nipple, sucking hard as Emmy moaned out loud. Tony caressed her belly, making his way down to the enticing place- desperate to feel just how wet she was. Emmy rubbed against him one more time before sliding down to kneel before him, her eyes large and dark as she stared at how well he was filling his jeans at that moment.

Hearing a small noise, Tony remembered that they weren't alone in the room. Tony looked up to see Beth standing right behind Emmy, her hands caressing her own breasts and her red panties clearly demonstrating that she wasn't bored by the show. Reading Tony's mind, Beth slowly undid the front clasp of her bra and released her white breasts. Tony licked his lips in appreciation. Beth touched her slit through her wet panties, moaning quietly. 

Tony begged, "Let me see more." 

Beth placed her fingers at the top of her panties and slowly pulled them down past her slim hips. Tony, entranced by her movements, was incapable of asking for more. Beth wiggled the panties down to the floor and gracefully stepped out of them. She returned her fingers to that hot place. Tony beckoned her closer.

Meanwhile, Emmy had taken advantage of Tony's distraction to unbutton and unzip his jeans. She caressed his cock through the soft cotton of his boxer briefs. Not enough. She pulled the fabric out of her way and wrapped her hand around his member. His cock so hot, filling her hand with heat and pleasure. She held her hand very still, just enjoying the heft and heat. When she sensed that Beth was coming closer, she urged Tony to lift up so she could take off the rest of his clothing. He obliged her request, but also told her to stand up. Emmy stood, not quite knowing why, until Tony yanked her panties down too and thrust his fingers into her wet slit. When Beth was close enough Tony traced her wet lips with the fingers of his other hand. Both girls gasped. Emmy bucked against his hand. Beth pulled closer, hoping for the same treatment. Tony pulled his fingers out of Emmy, licked a bit of the cream himself and then offered the rest to Emmy and Beth. Both girls licked hungrily and then pulled Tony down to the floor, laying him on his back. 

Enjoying the look in Tony's eyes, Emmy smiled back and gently kissed his enticing lips. The feeling of those soft, warm lips brought back memories long forgotten from their all-too-brief college fling. Beth meanwhile kissed and caressed his chest, as Tony put his arm around her. He was a little surprised when she scooted out of reach, until he realized where her kisses were going- a direction he approved all too much! He gasped out loud as Beth's tongue gently licked his cock. The gasp pulled Emmy out of her kissing reverie. She grinned impishly, kissed him hard and quick, and began to trace the same sensuous path as Beth had. Beth, impatient with the gently licking, thrust her hot mouth over the manly equipment just as Emmy nipped his hard nipple. Tony caressed Emmy's shoulders and touched Beth's hair as he groaned in amazement. Emmy loved the feel of Tony's caresses, but she wanted to taste that cock too. She continued her licking and kisses down to his thigh. Beth sucked, moaning in the enjoyment of the moment. Emmy gently touched Beth's back to see if Beth believed in sharing. Beth opened her eyes just a little bit as she slowly pulled her hot mouth away from the hard, now shiny and slick engorged member. 

She smiled before saying, "He tastes every bit as good as you said."

Emmy blushed, then winked with mischief. The two girls, completely in synch, lightly touched lips before bending their heads wickedly toward their goal. With Emmy on the left side, and Beth on the right, the girls slowly began caressing Tony's throbbing cock with their tongues. Their faces so close, their breathing intermingled, Tony's cock enjoying all their attention. Tony was dazed by the feeling of the two hot tongues lathering up his already amazingly hard cock. It felt so delicious to be the recipient of so much attention. The two tongues reached the tip of his cock, already so sensitive after Beth's attention, Tony took a deep breath- almost afraid he'd come too soon. As the girls simultaneously licked his head, their tongues accidentally brushed each other. The sensation was so incredibly arousing, Emmy leaned forward to get more. Emmy placed her soft hand around Tony's cock- to stop her shaking hand- as Beth reached over to enter Emmy's hot, wet slit with her finger. Not to be left out, Tony pinched Emmy's nipple with one hand and caressed Beth's sweet ass with the other. The exquisite kissing, the expert fingering and the painfully exciting nipple pinching proved too much for Emmy. She came hot, wet, and fast all over Beth's fingers. As her breathing regained normalcy, she replaced her hand with her mouth, sure of what to do with Tony, not so sure of what to say to Beth. Tony, loving the feel of Emmy's mouth on his cock, urged Beth's luscious tits up to his mouth and plunged his finger into her hot passage. Beth moaned deliciously. Tony added another finger to her cunt and caressed her other creamy breast with his unoccupied hand. Beth rode his hand until she was ready to explode. Emmy's licks and sucks had driven Tony to the brink of the most amazing explosion he could imagine. Emmy sped up her thrusting, often getting his cock partially down her throat, so ready for Tony to shoot his cum for her. Tony nipped and pinched and stroked Beth. Then Beth and Tony both screamed as they reached the pinnacle of pleasure. Emmy sucked Tony until he had no more to give. Tony stroked Beth until she begged him to stop. Then the three sated playmates collapsed on top of each other.

Tony caressed the shoulders of each sweet girl as they both laid their heads on his smooth chest. Emmy and Beth practically purred with satisfaction and relaxation. Tony closed his eyes, the most beatific smile on his face. He couldn't remember a more interesting birthday present. He couldn't imagine anything that could make this birthday any better. 

He felt the girls' soft breath teasing against his chest. Their beautiful, bountiful bosoms pressed so close to him, cool yet hot. Each girl draped a soft leg over his leg. Their hot boxes exuded the heady aroma of excitement, passion and satiation. Tony couldn't quite believe it, but this gentle relaxing moment was turning into something less relaxing for him. His rod sprang to life- a mind and purpose of its own. Emmy felt that hot cock brush against her leg and her box did a little dance of its own as it hungered. Oh yes, she wanted that cock in her secret place and she wanted it right then. 

Emmy kissed Tony's nipple before springing to her knees. She pushed her tit against Tony's face- he eagerly nibbled her nipple. Then she crawled down to straddle Tony. His cock seemed to know the way into her hot, wet, ready passage. She thrust quickly to get every inch of him inside her. 

Meanwhile Beth did a little straddling of her own, placing her juicy slit in Tony's face. The aroma from Beth's beautiful cunt made Tony's cock dance. Emmy moaned with the pleasure of his hard cock filling her so completely. Tony licked Beth's lips, savoring the new taste of this giving girl. He dipped his tongue into her love passage, enjoying her moans of appreciation. He found her sensitive clit and gave it the attention it deserved. Beth had trouble sitting still and didn't bother to keep quiet about how much she liked what Tony was doing. 

Emmy raised herself to the very head of Tony's cock, very careful not to let it go. She'd waited too long to enjoy his cock to let it free. She wiggled around the tip slowly twisting her body, teasing them both to a feverish need. Then she slowly, agonizingly slowly, allowed herself to sink on his hot cock, inch by inch, pausing briefly along the way because it was so good. Her passage so sensitized, so hot, so needy, she felt every ripple of his fabulous cock. By the time she reached his balls, Emmy was sure she'd cum again in a second.

Beth, struggling against her own explosion, bit her lip to keep from screaming. Tony's tongue worked its magic on her magic button, licked her lips, entered her passage, but most of all enjoyed tasting Beth's flavorful juices as they dripped down his chin. Tony was a master at the job he clearly relished.

Remembering the feeling of his tongue made Emmy's cunt quiver. She wasn't quite so patient now. She stroked his cock up and down feverishly, her eyes rolling in the feelings of his hard cock rubbing against her love passage. She rode him hard, slamming against hips and pulling almost away again and again.

Tony mumbled something into Beth's twat as he licked and sucked and licked. Beth, the only one capable of communication, shouted "oh god!"

Tony licked furiously as he started bucking his hips, his thrusts joining Emmy's thrusts. Beth's crotch danced in Tony's face as she approached her climax. Beth moaned as she reached the pinnacle as Tony and Emmy joined in her moans. Emmy's passage squeezed Tony's cock again and again as he exploded within her. When the threesome could breathe again, the girls collapsed in a heap around Tony, laughing and smiling. Now Tony was absolutely sure that nothing could make this birthday any more interesting. 

Emmy and Beth were still laughing and lounging on Tony. But they were a little parched. Tony slipped away into the kitchen to get some refreshment. The girls giggled. Then Emmy looked deeply into Beth's eyes with a quizzical look. Beth blushed a bit. 

Emmy said, "Please let me." 

Beth smiled and laid down in response. Emmy, a little unsure, but definitely excited, kneeled between Beth's legs and lowered her face into Beth's sweet smelling crotch. She tentatively licked the juicy, smooth lips, her own juices flowing freely. 

Beth moaned quietly, "so good." 

Emmy swooned and gently tested more of Beth's juices. She licked the magic spot and tasted the passage. She came back to the lips, finally understanding why a shaved crotch is so exciting. She snuck a peek at Beth's face. Beth's eyes were closed and the expression of rapture made Beth's face even more beautiful. Emmy was sure that no sight was sweeter. The taste of Beth's juices was so different from anything she had ever tried. She discovered that she liked licking twat very much. Smiling, she focused her attention back to the delights in her face.

Tony stood in the doorway, completely astonished at the vision in front of him. He never imagined that he'd ever see his friend sucking away at a beautiful cunt. He never imagined anything quite so amazing to watch. His cock was harder than it had ever been, pounding with heat, throbbing with excitement, coursing with lust. His cock danced with jealousy, remembering the talents of Emmy's tongue and the tastiness of Beth's love box. His eyes shifted slightly to take in the view of Emmy's luscious bottom which was wonderfully, enticingly jutting up. Tony's cock led him exactly where he needed to be. He reached his hand out to give Emmy's ass a sharp smack and teased, "naughty girls to be going on without me." 

Emmy gasped, having completely forgotten about Tony. She licked Beth provocatively just once more before smirking at Tony and wiggling her bum. Emmy coyly said, "You know what to do with that."

This was all the prompting that Tony required. He did indeed know what to do with that. There was nothing Tony liked more that plugging his throbbing cock into a gaping, dripping pussy while grabbing on a luscious bum. Emmy spread her legs a bit to accommodate him, sighing as he entered her roughly. She loved that hard cock thrusting deep inside her steaming cunt. Then she opened her eyes to the feast lying in front of her.

Beth's hot spot was so sensitive she nearly screamed, but Emmy's innocent, sexy tongue was a delight. Emmy sweetly toyed with Beth's clit, rolling it around her tongue, enjoying the gasps from Beth. Then she licked the hot passage, nearly swooning with the taste and feel. Emmy was so hot-the favorite position a guarantee of pleasure, the new experience a promise of ecstasy. Emmy's own passage so sensitive already, made more so by the pleasure of licking Beth, could hardly stand the pressure of Tony's cock thrusting into her. Each person in the wicked threesome barely holding on to sanity, was amazingly close to exploding yet again on this wild evening. Emmy licked until Beth screamed as her cunt bucked in Emmy's face, spraying her with delicious cum. Tony thrust wildly, smacking Emmy's bum, until he too exploded, filling Emmy's with his cum again. Emmy, completely undone by the simultaneous explosions of her friends and her own barely contained pleasure, joined instantly. As their orgasms finally slowed down to mere twitches, the threesome again collapsed on top of each other- too exhausted to even smirk. Tony was absolutely positive this time that the interesting experiences of this birthday were at an end. And then he heard a key in the lock.



The Birthday Present



John and Andi didn't celebrate birthdays as a rule, but for her 30th John gave her a beautiful red silk blouse and a rubber egg, then they went out to dinner. She wore the blouse, and it was set of nicely by her short black skirt and jet black hair. Even though she wasn't very tall Andi had a lovely pair of legs and her figure was beautifully proportioned, with nice sized breasts. Over dinner Andi unwrapped the egg and examined it closely, curiously. 

"What's this?"

"I told you about them. One of the guys at work says his wife loves hers. She sticks it up inside her when she goes shopping and she loves the feeling it gives her. See, push the little nipple on the end, like this."

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz the little rubbery egg-shaped toy went.

"Hmm, I don't know, Johnny me boyo. I don't know if I want to walk through the produce department buzzing like a bee in heat."

"I don't think bees get into heat, but we'll try it out tonight and see if it works for you. See, there are eleven different settings you can use. This is the normal setting."

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz went the little egg.

"Then two."

Bzzzzzzzzz wucka..Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz wucka..Bzzzzzzzzzzzz wucka.

"Three."

Bzzzzzzzzzz Bzzzzzzzzzz..wucka Bzzzzzzzzzz Bzzzzzzzzzzz wucka.

"Four's neat."

Wucka wucka wucka wucka 

"See? And there are eleven different settings, a new one every time you push the little nipple at the end."

"What's the matter with the old vibrator I've been using for years?" Andi asked him frowning.

"Nothing wrong with that at all, but this will be a little different, 'specially if we use both at once. And then, then if you go shopping you can stick this up inside your pussy and if you meet a nice looking dude and stop to chat he'll think you're turned on to him, while all the time it's the little vibrator doing its job."

"Oh hi, Fred, just a minute while I turn on my motor. There! Now let's talk -- wucka wucka wucka. Just a minute I think I'm going to come. Oooooooooo..wucka wucka wucka." Andi was laughing hard as she imitated the sound of the little vibrator.

On the drive home after dinner John had his hand on Andi's knee, and then up her thigh until he found bare skin above her stockings, while she moved her leg to open herself up for him. As soon as they were in the door he had her in his arms and was kissing her, his hands exploring anew the body he knew already so well. Finally he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, for a man with John's physique she was light as a feather.

Soon they were both naked and kissing, kissing, kissing, while he fondled her ripe breast and her wet cleft. Now it was down on his knees licking her pinkness and opening it up to get his tongue deep inside her. Her pleasure was evident from her deep sighs and from the way she moved her hips as he licked her.

But now he wanted more, and pulling the vibrator out of the bedside table drawer he place the big cock-shaped device on her clitoris and she responded with a jerk of her whole body. 

Then after a few minutes, "Here," He said, "do this to yourself." And he went to get the little egg. 

He came back, with a huge rod sticking out, and held the egg against her wet slot, and she wriggled with the delight it gave her, then he slipped it into her vagina and she gasped.

"Oooh, shit! John, John that's too much, but I love it." As the two vibrators hummed away, one on her clitoris and the other inside her. They continued with various positions, one time with the egg inside her and the big vibrator on her clitoris, then with the egg and him licking her until, after several climaxes, he stuck his penis into her vagina with the egg going inside her.

This was too much for both of them. The vibrator going and its size combined with the size of his penis extended her inside, brought on a huge orgasm. At the same time the feel of the vibrating egg against the head of his penis made John ejaculate after just a few strokes.

"Andi, Andi, oh fuck Andi. Aaaaaah. Oh shit sooooo good." As he exploded inside her.

Andi was far over the top but tried to keep it going as long as possible, gripping John's penis with her pelvic muscles.

"Oh yes, oh yeah. Just a little bit more Johnny. There! There! Don't stop." But John was spent and his penis slowly turned to a limp piece of flesh.

The little egg continued cheerfully vibrating inside Andi as she lay open legged, gasping for breath. Poor John was wasted and lay between her legs enjoying her last efforts but unable to continue.

The vibrating egg was so successful that John and Andi used it for the next couple of weeks in several different ways and in combination with the other vibrator. One day when Andi was going shopping she thought she'd give it a try. John had told her that other women slipped the egg in when they went shopping and that it made shopping more fun.

She wore a wrap-around skirt that made access easy and when she got to the store she parked, slipped the little guy in then went in to do her shopping. She loved the feeling of the vibration as she sorted through the onions, then the lettuce, but the noise was a little bit loud in more quiet parts of the store.

She was looking at strawberry jam and it was very quiet. A man stocking the shelves looked up and asked:

"What that noise? Can you hear that humming?"

"Yes, I wonder what it is." Said Andi, suppressing a giggle.

When there was no-one around she reached up under her skirt to change the program from bzzzzzzzzzz to bzzzzz wucka. Oh my, that was nice, but then it changed by itself to bzzzzz bzzzzz wucka. Well okay, she thought to herself, that's okay too, but then it changed again to bzzz bzzz wucka wucka. It was starting to get too good and when it changed again to wucka wucka wucka and on and on, she felt a small orgasm flow through her body and dropped a loaf of bread.

A very nice man picked it up and handed it to her and said "do you hear that strange noise?'

"Why no, oh! Oh!" Andi blurted out as another one hit her.

The little egg seemed out of control and kept changing its program by itself, and while she thought it was very pleasant she wanted more control. Now it seemed to be going continually, and changing constantly and the orgasms were growing in strength. If she could just get off into a corner somewhere to enjoy them it would be one thing, but there seemed to be no corners to hide in.

She spotted a walkway behind a cookie shelf and started to make her way there, but bzzzz bzzzzz wucka bzz wucka bzzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzz WUCKA WUCKA WUCKA bzzzz and so on it went and those last three were real jolts, making her jerk. A great feeling, but not now, not in the middle of the supermarket.

She reached the spot behind the cookie shelves and found a locked door marked "Employees Only". This should be safe, but as she fished under her skirt she found she was all wet and slippery, and hard as she tried she couldn't change it or get the little rascal out of her wet vagina, it kept slipping further back in.

She was hunched over hard at work when the door opened and a man with a suit came out. "Assistant Mgr" said a badge on his lapel, and oh God he must have seen and wondered!

"Can I help you madam?" He asked gravely.

"No! No!....Well maybe, yes, maybe I should find the restroom." Andi blurted out in her confusion.

The man told her to follow him, which she did, jerking along behind him wracked by orgasmic spasms.

The toilets were at the end of aisle 14, and stocking the shelves on aisle 14 was Chucky. Chucky was actually Charlotte, a tall blond beauty who had two weeks previously discovered the wonder of sex with another woman, and who'd found it hard to concentrate on work since then. It wasn't that she didn't like men, but this new, novel, sexual pleasure was consuming her. 

She was standing reaching up to the top shelf with cereal boxes when she saw Mister Walker, the assistant manager, coming toward her followed by a very attractive woman. Attractive, that is, except that she was jerking spasmodically as she walked.

"Chucky," Mister Walker said, "This -- ah -- lady has a problem and needs the ladies restroom. Will you show her where it is?"

"Of course, Mister Walker. Come along dear. What's your name?" Chucky said breezily.

"Andi, Oh God." Andi jerked out.

"You've got a guy's nickname too, Andi. I'm Chucky." And she wondered what Andi's problem was. She also wondered what Andi's sexual leanings might be.

They got inside the door and Chucky asked if she was okay now, but Andi said "Wait, I might need help. I've got something stuck inside me, can't you hear it?" And she gave a couple of gasps at what was going on inside her.

"Yes, I do hear a funny noise, that's you? And what do you mean it's inside you, in your aaaa.......in your, your?"

"In my cunt!" Andi almost shouted.

Chucky blushed as she took Andi to the nearest stall and told Andi to show her what was the matter. To Chucky's delight Andi sat on the seat and took off her panties, then showed Chucky how she tried fishing in her vagina for the egg and it kept slipping away. Chucky told her to open her legs wide and lean back and she tried to get it out.

They heard someone go into the next stall, so they were reduced to whispers. Chucky slipped two fingers into Andi's vagina -- Andi gasped -- then tried to fish the slippery thing out, but it didn't work. She whispered she'd have to use more fingers and inserted three, then four.

"Does that hurt?"

"Shit yes, don't stop!" Andi whispered.

Suddenly, using her whole hand Chucky popped the egg out

"Oh Fuck!" Andi shouted out loud, as the slippery thing slithered across the floor and into the next stall, landing at the foot of the occupant. They watched enthralled as a manicured hand, holding a piece of toilet paper, reached down and picked it up.

They looked at each other and stifled a laugh -- and Chucky bent over and their lips touched. Each thought how wonderfully soft the others lips were and their lips were soon locked together in an ardent kiss. As they kissed and their tongues met Chucky fondled Andi's wide open vagina.

Andi's heart was pounding and she wanted more, and got it when Chucky kneeled down between her legs on the filthy floor and started to lick. She was hitting all the right spots and as if she hadn't had enough from the egg Andi felt another orgasm welling up inside her and she had to stifle a cry.

"I'm sorry I have to go back to work." Whispered Chucky and started to get up. "But we must meet again." And taking a scrap of paper from her pocket she scribbled her phone number on it. Then wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand she opened the door and was gone.



The Birthday Present



It was a typical Saturday morning. I awoke early, did my morning exercise routine and showered. After brushing my long blond hair, I put on a robe and went downstairs to start breakfast for my husband Gary and myself. 

It was our standard Saturday morning repast; eggs, hash browns, sausage, toast, coffee and juice. When it was on the table I called Gary down to eat. The conversation at the table was light and easy going, at first.

"I am going out this morning to run some errands and get my hair and nails done." I told him.

"Yeah sure." He snarled back. "You are probably going out to meet your boyfriend and get fucked."

I thought to myself, "God he could be such an asshole sometimes."

Here it was the weekend. I got up early, made breakfast for him and here he was bitching at me. The truth of the matter was that I really did have an appointment for my hair and nails. Not to mention the errands I had to do consisted of me running around to get him a birthday present. I had spent all week on line looking through the advertisements from the local electronics stores to find a good deal on a digital camcorder for his damn birthday. Now for all my efforts what did I get? Aggravation.

We finished breakfast in silence and I put the dishes in the dishwasher.

While climbing the stairs to our bedroom to get dressed, I couldn't stop thinking about what he had said at the table.

"Why did he have to be such a jealous, mistrusting, little prick all the time?"

I was now beyond aggravated and for a moment I thought about calling the whole excursion off. Then I decided that I deserved a little pampering after putting up with his shit, and besides if I was to be aggravated then so should he be.

I picked out a pair of snug blue jeans that really flattered my ass and put them on, and as usual for me, no panties. 

"Now for a top." I thought to myself. "This should do the trick."

I took out a thin, low cut, white sweater that really accented my tanned skin. For a moment I considered wearing a bra, but then changed my mind pulling the sweater down over my ample 36c tits.

"Now for some shoes."

I picked out a pair of stiletto "fuck me" pumps that matched the sweater I was wearing.

The full length mirror showed me exactly what I had hoped for. I looked good, damn good. 

I walked over to the nightstand and picked up my keys and purse. While, heading out, I opened the top drawer of my dresser, pulled out a bra and stashed it in my purse. After all, I just wanted to aggravate Gary, and wasn't about to go walking around the shops looking like a total whore. The shoes I would deal with at the mall. Walking around all day in stiletto heels would end up only aggravating me and my feet.

Before heading down the stairs, I set my purse and keys on the bed, then slid my hands up under my thin, sheer sweater. My talented fingers began caressing my 36c breasts, taunting and teasing my nipples till they were as hard as little pebbles. 

They clearly show through my sweater as I bound down the stairs, making sure my hot titties bounce so he can see I am not wearing a bra.

" I am going out to run some errands." I say while accidentally dropping my keys on the tile floor. I purposely bend over from the waist, as he looks up, so he can see down the v neck sweater and get a good look at my bare chest.

"Nice outfit slut. Where do you think you are going dressed like that?" Gary said.

I reply, "Anywhere I please." As I walk out the door.

The thirty minute drive to the mall was uneventful. I pulled into a secluded spot in the parking lot and put on the bra that I had stashed in my purse. Immediately upon entering the mall I headed to the nearest shoe store and bought a pair of inexpensive comfortable shoes to walk around in, placing my sexy pumps in the bag.

I made the rounds to the various electronic stores and finally decided on which model of camcorder to purchase. 

While the store clerk processed my payment, from behind me I heard, "Planning on making some home movies Kim? "

In the same instant; my heart skipped a beat, my face flushed, my nipples hardened and my pussy got moist; as I recognized the voice of my lover Mike. I turned around and there they were, those dark brown, smoldering bedroom eyes of his.

" Just picking up something for Gary's birthday." I replied.

I turned back around to sign the credit card receipt and Mike's hand began caressing my ass, sliding his fingers over the crotch of my jeans. Involuntarily my hips wiggled and I let out a soft moan. The store clerk gave me a curious look and I heard Mike snicker behind me. I knew I had to get out of there fast as I had very little willpower when it came to Mike.

Mike stands 6 feet tall and weighs over 200 pounds. He is a building contractor and works hard everyday. As a result he has a well muscled physique. To put it bluntly, he is a stud and the way he looks at me just makes me melt.

I hurriedly said, "Good bye" , and walked away. 

But before I knew it he had caught up to me saying,"Hey Kim hold on a minute."

We were facing each other and he continued by saying, "What no hug for an old friend?"

With that he wrapped me up in his strong arms and held me close right there in the middle of the mall. His hand drifted down over my ass and as I looked up at him to protest he kissed me full and hard on the lips. Before I knew it I parted my lips and gave him my tongue right there in the middle of the mall for any and all to see if they wanted.

I broke the kiss and pleaded with him explaining, " Please Mikey! No. Not today. It's Gary's birthday and I want to be with him tonight. I won't be able to do that if you leave my pussy all stretched out."

"OK Baby." He replied. " You are worth waiting for, but only under one condition."

"And what might that be?" I asked. 

He continued, "You give me just one hour today. They just opened a new lingerie shop across the way and there are private fitting rooms in the back. Model some lingerie for me so I can buy it for you to wear the next time that we are together. Please Baby!" 

With that he leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek. The way a small child would kiss their mother good bye. Then he looked at me with those smoldering, dark bedroom eyes, almost pleading.

Mike knew that I worked hard at keeping my body looking hot and sexy. I enjoyed being a milf. He also knew that I loved to show it off; whether that was at a beach in a bikini or in sexy clothes. And most of all, he knew damn well that I couldn't resist those puppy dog eyes of his.

" You are so bad." I chided. " OK but only one hour and no more. Agreed? "

"Agreed." He answered with a smile.

Mike took me by the hand and literally dragged me across the mall like a small child. We reached the new shop called "Vanessa's Lingerie" obviously not one of the national chains. Nevertheless once inside Mike picked out some really slinky outfits for me to try on. 

We headed towards the changing rooms in the back. Even though it was a grand opening the store was almost empty. I knocked on one of the changing room doors and when no one answered I let myself in. Mike tried following me in.

I told him, "Oh no you don't. You just wait out here till I am done changing."

"OK." He moped.

Once inside I had to admire the decor of the little room. There was a love seat against one wall. A dressing table complete with chair and mirror. The wall opposite the entry door was completely covered in mirrored glass. 

I set my bags and purse on the dressing table and began changing into the first outfit. It was a sheer white teddy, almost see through. It came complete with white thigh high stockings. Having donned the attire, I saw myself in the mirrored wall. I looked like a bride in her undergarments. I ran my fingers roughly through my long blond hair making it look wild and wind blown. Before I unlocked the dressing room door, I fished the white pumps I was wearing earlier out of the bag and slipped them on. I unlocked the door to let Mike in.

I stood behind the door as it swung open so that if anyone was near by they couldn't see me through the open door. When Mike walked in, I swung the door closed and locked it.

"Wow!" He exclaimed with his eyes bulging out of their sockets. "You look incredible."

He took his cell phone out of the pocket of his shorts and began to snap pictures of me as I pranced around the room, striking various sexy poses for him. Next he unbuttoned his shorts and slid them down, taking a seat in the chair. Mike's hand began stoking his already hard mammoth cock .

His cock was truly a vision to behold. I measured it once and it is a full 10 inches long and thick around as my wrist. Seeing him stroking it with lust in his eyes and the head all shiny with precum, made my nipples harden and my pussy get moist. 

I walked over to him and sank seductively to my knees. Opening my mouth, I took him inside. The large head stretched my lips wide open and his slimy precum began to coat my tongue. It tasted salty and sweet at the same time. He is much too big to deep throat so I wrapped my small hand around his shaft and began to stroke him, while I slurped as much of him as I could into my mouth. My fingers gently squeezed the underside of his penis, milking more of his tasty precum onto my tongue.

I looked up at him while sucking his cock and Mike said, " Wait. Before you suck me off, come up here and give me a lap dance. I want to play with that sexy ass of yours while I suck on you sweet titties."

That is one of the things that I love most about Mike, besides his big cock. Even though I am in my 40's he always makes me feel like a sexy, young girl. 

I stood up and climbed up onto his lap. Mike reached between my legs and unsnapped the crotch of the lingerie. His strong hands began to roughly kneed my ass cheeks. I gave him a sexy,wet kiss and then slipped the straps of the teddy off my shoulders. Pulling them down, I exposed my 36c breasts to his hot, hungry mouth. 

I love it when a guy man handles me and Mike knew just what to do. He sucked on my nipples making them puffy and red. Then he nibbled on them till they ached. While his mouth played on my titties, his fingers squeezed my ass. His hands pressing my swollen pussy lips and clit against his throbbing cock. It was like being masturbated with a giant finger. My entire body shivered as I began to cum from all the sensations he gave my body. I buried my face into his shoulder to try to muffle my moans. 

I floated back down to Earth and my body stopped trembling.

"You are incredible." I whispered and then kissed him deeply.

In the next instant the cell phone in my purse rang. It seemed to shatter the air itself of our little love nest. I twisted around toward the dressing table but couldn't reach it. Mike leaned forward, still holding me securely on his lap, and retrieved it from my purse for me.

He glanced at at the caller id and chuckled saying, "well look who it is" .

I looked at the screen and saw the name "Gary" prominently displayed.

"I better answer it." I whispered.

Mike replied, " No don't answer it. Just silence the ringer so he thinks you are away from your phone and that way he won't disturb us if he calls back."

He pressed a button on the phone and the ringer went silent. Leaning forward again, he gently placed the phone on the dressing table.

What I sight I was. Here I was sitting half naked on a man's lap. A man more than twice the size of my husband, in all physical aspects, while my husband was trying to get in touch with me. 

I thought of the frustration that Gary must be feeling at trying to call me and my not answering. The thought made me feel wicked and sexy.

I told Mike," I am going to give you the bj of your life."

As I began to get up off his lap, Mike said, " No wait a second. I want to watch you cum again."

With that he started to slide his hands back onto my ass. The only difference was that this time he first slipped his hands and forearms under my knees, and then onto my ass cheeks. Instead of grinding my pussy against his hard cock, he began to lift me up and down, sliding his long meat between my pussy lips and against my clit. It was like his big hands were a chair I was sitting on.

His mouth nibbled on my hard nipples as he slid me up and down along the length of his cock.

I moaned out, "Oh Baby! God do I miss fucking your big cock."

"We can't have you feeling like that." Mike replied.

My body began to shake as another orgasm seemed to wash over my very soul.

My hands held onto Mike's shoulders to steady myself and I lost myself in orgasmic bliss.

Mike lifted me up again. This time however, he slid me all the way up and over the top of his hard cock Then he gently pulled my hips slightly forward.

In a flash my mind snapped back to reality as I realized what he was up to. He was preparing to lower me down onto his long shaft.

"No Baby!... Please don't!... Not today on his birthday!" I begged.

But it was of no use. Before I finished uttering the words, I felt the tip of his cock head touch my pussy lips. They were wet and slick from the orgasms I had just endured and began to stretch over the tip of his hard monster.

I tried to wiggle my hips, so as to mess up the alignment of his cock to my dripping hole, but to no avail.

Mike shifted his grip from under my ass and wrapped both his hands firmly around each of my hips. He held onto me firmly so I couldn't move my hips. His forearms were still under my legs and held my knees up, spread high and wide , so that my feet couldn't touch the floor. I couldn't even stand up! I was completely helpless in his strong grasp with my arms around his neck so I wouldn't fall over.

" Please Mikey! No! " I pleaded.

He answered. " You really didn't think I would give up a chance to fuck that tight, little, married pussy of yours, did you Baby? "

I felt the muscles in his arms relax as my own body weight began to impale me his rigid member. My pussy lips began to stretch wide around him.

I moaned out, " your cock is so fucking big" .

My juices began to flow, lubing his meat as he drove more and more into me. The little kitten between my legs was beginning to get stretched, both wide and deep.

The first climax hit me incredibly hard. My body shivering and shaking, while I moaned and grunted like some kind of wild animal.

"That's a good girl." Mike said to me.

Then he shifted his grip from my hips. Taking his arms out from underneath my legs, he slid them up my back so that his hands cupped over the top of my shoulders from back to front. This let my feet drop to the floor and I stood there sort of squatting on top of his dick.

I began to wiggle my hips around and moaned out, "oh yes...let me dance on your big prick".

My gyrating hips brought another wave of pleasure crashing down over my body. 

After finished cumming, I looked into Mike's eyes and said, "Put me on the love seat on my back. I want to feel all of you inside me. "

I climbed off of him and walked over to the love seat. Then I laid down on my back. I put one leg up on the backrest and spread my other leg wide open, as an invitation to him.

"Come and get it." I said sexily.

Mike got up off the chair and came over to me, kneeling between my spread thighs. He leaned down and kissed me tenderly. 

I snaked my hand between us and guided his cock into my horny pussy. 

The tenderness ended with the kiss. Mike began to shove himself into my aching twat with rough, hard strokes. Every stroke seemed to go in deeper and deeper. I felt him bottom out in me and still he kept feeding my pussy more of his long thick shaft. 

I urged him on saying, " that's it Baby...open my pussy up... nice and deep. "

Finally I felt his balls rest against my ass and knew that I had taken all of him. The sensation of being stretched and stuffed full was incredible. He ground his hips against my swollen clit and sent me rocketing into another orgasm.

I held him tightly in my arms and told him, " Oh Mikey you fuck me so good. I love you Baby! "

I came hard on his big meat. But instead of holding himself inside me, He began to screw me with long deep strokes. This kept me cumming over and over again.

" I can't stop cumming on your big cock." I grunted into his ear.

I surrendered my body completely to him, giving it to him as a gift to use for his pleasure.

He continued fucking me hard and deep, not letting my body rest or my climax subside. 

After a few more minutes of pounding me, he pushed all the way inside me and held himself there.

Mike looked into my eyes and said, " here you go Baby" .

I felt his cock swell even bigger and begin to erupt inside me. Squirt after squirt of his warm, milky, cream began flooding the depths of my womb. His load was so big that it overflowed my pussy and began leaking out, dripping down between my ass cheeks and running over my asshole.



The Birthday Present



Karen added a final dab of pink blusher to Rachel's décolletage and then sat back to admire her handiwork. 

"How do I look?" asked Rachel self-consciously.

Karen smirked and packed up her make-up kit. "Like a girl-next-door who has unleashed her inner sex kitten," she replied.

Rachel tucked a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear and smiled. "That's exactly the look I was going for." 

Karen tucked her bag out of the way and flopped on the bed. "Now we're just waiting on that man of yours," she said, sounding satisfied with herself.

Rachel glanced at the clock and bit her lip nervously. "Are you sure you still want to do this?" she asked. "It's not too late to back out if you're uncomfortable."

"I definitely still want to do it," Karen replied. "I've been curious ever since you told me how great your man is in the sack!" She propped herself up on her elbows and regarded her friend seriously for a moment. "The question is, are you really ok with it?"

Rachel smiled reassuringly. "Yes, I am. Daniel and I have talked about this before but we never got around to doing anything about it." The two women turned abruptly at the sound of keys jingling at the front door. Rachel jumped up. She turned off the main light so the room was bathed in a more intimate glow. Then she left Karen in the bedroom and headed for the front door, stopping to pick up a glass of champagne from the bench. 

Daniel was just taking off his coat at the front door. "Is that a roast I smell?" he asked. Then he looked up and did a double-take. "Hello, what do have here?" A slow smile spread across his face.

"Happy birthday, honey," said Rachel. 

Daniel looked her up and down appreciatively. "You look gorgeous! Is this my birthday present?"

Rachel blushed slightly and did a little twirl in her pink and black baby-doll outfit. It was very sheer and really left nothing to the imagination. She wore nothing underneath except a matching pink g-string. "It's part of your birthday present," she replied secretively. 

Rachel leaned in to give him a quick kiss and neatly side-stepped the roaming hands. "Here." She handed him the glass of champagne. "Why don't you sit down on the couch and I'll give you a neck massage?"

"Is the roast ready?" he asked hopefully.

"NO. Sit down and drink your champagne," Rachel ordered.

Daniel took the glass and sat down with a weary but contented sigh. He looked tired after a long day at work. Rachel took his shoes and socks off and then kneeled on the couch behind him. She kneaded his shoulders a while and then reached around the front and started undoing his shirt buttons. 

"Is this going to be a happy-ending massage?" he asked cheerfully.

"Very happy," Rachel promised. When he'd finished the champagne she took the empty glass and then proceeded to divest him of his shirt completely. 

Daniel took the opportunity to pull her in for a kiss. His mouth moved firmly, insistently against hers. His still-cold hands reached under her outfit and pinched her bottom mischievously. "Can I unwrap my present now?" he asked huskily.

Rachel smiled and wriggled out of his grasp. "Ok," she said. She took him by the hand and let him to the bedroom.

She had just made it through the bedroom door when Daniel stopped suddenly. "What the...?"

She grinned and turned around to face him. He was staring at the woman on their bed in shock. Karen was attractive by anyone's standards, tall and curvy in all the right places. She had olive-toned skin, a heart-shaped face and long shiny brown hair. She was also wearing a sheer camisole just like Rachel's, but black and silver instead of pink. Her shapely breasts stretched the sheer fabric and were clearly visible. In the low light she looked especially seductive. 

"You remember my friend, Karen?" Rachel asked.

Karen smiled sheepishly and waved. "Hi, Daniel."

Daniel oggled Karen and then glanced back at his girlfriend guiltily. "I...uh...what's going on?" he asked cautiously.

"Karen is your other birthday present," Rachel said brightly, trying not to show how nervous she was. "That is, if you're up for it?"

His eyes darted from one woman to the other as if he still couldn't believe it. Then a slow smile spread across his face. "Oh, I'm up for it alright. That is, if you really are ok with this, darling?"

"I wish people would stop asking me that," Rachel said crossly. She pulled Daniel towards the bed. "There is one condition though; you have to have your hands tied to the headboard."

"Aww..." said Daniel. Rachel gave him a sharp poke in the ribs. "Ok, whatever you say dear," he conceded.

Karen scooted over as Daniel got on the bed and she helped tie his left hand to the headboard with a silk scarf while Rachel took his right. He accepted his predicament with good grace and was soon lying comfortably with his arms above his head.

The two girls looked at each other. "What now?" asked Karen.

"How about a bit of girl-on-girl action to warm things up," Rachel suggested. She looked down at her partner. "Would you like that, honey?"

Daniel nodded emphatically. Karen climbed over him and kneeled in front of Rachel. They leaned in to kiss. Rachel was hesitant at first since she'd never kissed a girl before, although she knew Karen was bisexual. Her friend's lips were softer than a man's, and not at all unpleasant. She smelled good too, a mixture of moisturizer and perfume. Rachel soon relaxed and let herself get into it. 

Karen leaned closer and put her hands on Rachel's shoulders. Their breasts pressed together and the fabric between them was so sheer it was almost like skin on skin.

"God, that looks sexy," Daniel sighed. Rachel stole a glance and noticed he was breathing faster. She grinned and decided to heat things up a bit more. She put her hands on Karen's waist and stroked gentle circles on the soft skin there. Yes, it was certainly different to touching a man's body. But not like touching herself either. It was unexplored territory and full of surprises.

Karen broke off the kiss and starting kissing Rachel's chin, neck, and collarbone instead. Then she pressed her lips against the tops of Rachel's breasts, where half an hour ago she had been busy dusting make-up. Rachel groaned softly and felt herself starting to feel very turned-on. Especially since she knew Daniel was watching their every move.

Her hands reached for the ribbon holding Karen's chemise closed and pulled the bow undone. The fabric fell to the sides and a beautiful pair of breasts spilled out. They had to be D-cup at least. Rachel had always wondered what big breasts felt like. She reached up and cupped them in her hands. Daniel and Karen groaned almost at the same time. They felt soft and full and very stroke-able.

Karen reached up and unhooked Rachel's top as well. Rachel felt a bit inadequate since her own breasts were a perky but small B-cup. But Karen didn't seem to mind at all. She lowered her mouth to a nipple and expertly teased it until it hardened.

Rachel glanced at Daniel and noticed his pants looked uncomfortably tight. "Maybe we should pay some attention to him now," she suggested to Karen. The other woman nodded enthusiastically. 

"It's about time," Daniel complained in mock grumpiness.

Rachel leaned down to kiss him and he strained against his bonds to try to get more contact. She decided she kind of liked having him at her mercy like this. She reached for his belt buckle.

"Oh, let me please?" asked Karen.

Rachel grinned and got out of the way. Karen fumbled with the belt and eventually got it undone and the button too. Then she slowly opened the zipper to reveal stripy blue underpants and the bulge of a very erect cock. Daniel, by this stage, was breathing very fast and half-closed his eyes in anticipation. 

"You were right, it is a nice one," said Karen, sounding very impressed. She cupped her hand around Daniel's cock and stroked it through the thin fabric. 

"Oh, yeah," he gasped. His hips bucked as she rubbed up and down a few times.

"I think he likes that," Rachel observed.

"I think he does too," said Karen. "Shall we get these pants off?"

Between them the two women managed to lift Daniel's hips and slide his trousers off. Then they did the same for his underpants and his cock sprang free, completely unencumbered. Karen stared at it admiringly. She trailed a finger along the length and it twitched eagerly. "Can I suck it?" she asked, directing the question at Rachel.

"We'd better ask him," Rachel replied. "Can she suck your cock, honey?" 

"God yes. Do whatever you want!" he said quickly.

Karen grinned and crouched over the helpless man, her long hair and breasts swinging freely. She gave it a tentative, teasing lick and then enveloped the head in her mouth.

Rachel leaned on one arm and watched Daniel's face as Karen pleasured him. She wasn't able to look in his eyes when she was down there so it was a novel experience. He wore an expression of pure bliss and couldn't seem to take his eyes off the dark haired woman bobbing up and down on his cock. Rachel was surprised to discover she wasn't even jealous of her friend. Karen might be good for spicing up their sex life but she, Rachel was the one who he came home to every night, the one who got his sense of humour, the one who drove him crazy sometimes but the one he wouldn't be without. She leaned over to kiss him affectionately and he responded with a fervour that surprised her. 

Karen increased the speed of her movements and Daniel gasped and closed his eyes. His cock was so big and hard that Karen couldn't even fit that much of it in her mouth anymore. "You'd better stop," Rachel warned her, "otherwise this will be over all too soon."

Regretfully, Karen released his cock from her mouth with a wet plop as Daniel made a small noise of disappointment. "You're right, I do tend to get a bit carried away," she admitted. "What do you suggest then?"

"You can take turns fucking me?" Daniel suggested eagerly.

Rachel considered his request thoughtfully. But she shook her head. "Not yet. You have to work for it." She turned to Karen. "Would you like to try out his oral skills? He really is very good."

"Sounds good to me," said Karen. She wriggled out of her g-string to reveal a nicely trimmed, v-shaped patch of pubic hair. She swung a leg over Daniel's body and slid up until she was kneeling above his face. Daniel looked wide-eyed at the vision right in front of his face. His expression as she lowered her pussy onto his face was of a man eager to meet his fate.

Rachel couldn't really see what was going on but Karen's closed eyes and moans of ecstasy suggested Daniel was doing something right. Her eyes went to his cock, still very hard and lying on his stomach. It seemed lonely. She crept over and gave it an affectionate kiss as he pleasured Karen with his tongue. Daniel grunted in surprise or encouragement, she couldn't really tell. She took the entire length in her mouth, as deeply as she could.

"Don't stop," Karen complained. Rachel realised with some satisfaction that she must have distracted Daniel from his task. She used a gentler approach, and worked her lips along the length of his cock with a little flick of her tongue at the end. Daniel resumed working his magic on Karen and she moaned appreciatively.

Rachel played with her favourite toy for a while, careful not to push Daniel too close to the edge. When his cock twitched and tightened she backed off, giving it only feather-light kisses and licks. When it threatened to soften she applied more pressure and friction to the head by bobbing up and down and having it slide against the roof of her mouth. 

"Oh god, yes!" cried Karen. Her whole body started to writhe and shudder. Rachel did feel a bit jealous at that point. For some reason she could never orgasm from oral sex alone but Karen seemed to be having no difficulty. Rachel felt her own pussy throb in anticipation. She'd had enough of toying with Daniel's rock-hard erection, now she wanted to feel it inside her.

Rachel sat up and straddled Daniel's hips so she was facing the same direction as Karen. She paused with the head of Daniel's cock positioned right at the entrance to her pussy. As Karen continued to writhe and groan on Daniel's face, Rachel slowly pushed down on his cock. There was a bit of resistance at first but then the head of his cock penetrated her slippery, hairless folds. She heard a muffled groan of pleasure come from somewhere under Karen's body.

Daniel tried to lift his hips to push his cock in deeper but Rachel held him at bay. She slowly lowered herself and felt her pussy stretch deliciously around him. Eventually his full length was buried deep inside her. Sitting behind Karen, it was almost like riding double on a horse. She reached out and put her arms around Karen's narrow waist.

Karen looked back over her shoulder and grinned. She was covered in a light sheen of sweat but still couldn't seem to get enough of Daniel's tongue. As she started to shudder again, Rachel lifted her hands to cup the other woman's breasts from behind. She pinched the nipples gently and Karen almost screamed as an even more powerful orgasm apparently rocked her. She slid off Daniel and collapsed in a panting heap on the pillows.

Daniel's face was wet but he had a self-satisfied smirk on his face. "Don't look so smug," Rachel admonished. "That's only one down, you know."

His face fell. "You're not going to fuck me now?"

"You mean, like this?" Rachel asked. She rocked her body on his cock so it slid in and out of her pussy.

"Yes!" he said happily. His hips rose to meet hers with a powerful thrust that impaled his cock even deeper. But then Rachel lifted herself off him.

"No, I'm not going to do that," she said mischievously.

Daniel groaned and Karen giggled beside them. "You're so cruel," she said.

"He'll survive it," Rachel replied. She reached for the scarf holding Daniel's right hand and pulled it loose. "Help me untie him. I need his hands," she explained.

Once he was freed, Daniel rubbed his wrists briefly but he knew what Rachel needed and didn't waste any time. He rolled on his side and reached between her parted legs as Karen watched in interest. His skilled fingers probed the slick inner folds of her pussy and then started to gently rub her clit. Rachel lay back and closed her eyes in bliss at the sensations. She was already so aroused that she knew it wouldn't take long to climax.

Some moments later Rachel felt the bed depress as Karen moved closer. She watched through heavy-lidded eyes as the other woman reached for Daniel's cock again. As long as Daniel didn't stop what he was doing, she didn't really care what Karen did with him now.

Rachel closed her eyes again and her whole body began to shudder in pleasure. Daniel continued his assault on her pussy, stroking with one hand and penetrating her with the index finger of his other hand. Then he added his tongue as well and Rachel cried out as the rhythmic contractions of an orgasm suddenly overcame her. Daniel stopped stroking and let her ride out the climax, giving only the occasional gentle nudge to prolong it.

Eventually she opened her eyes. Karen was lying on her stomach beside them, idly stroking Daniel's still very erect cock. He was breathing hard and apparently finding it very difficult to maintain self-control. "Will someone please fuck me now?" he asked plaintively.

Rachel's eyes met Karen's. "Let's get a condom on him," Rachel suggested. "Then you can do the honours...if you like?"

"I'd love to," said Karen.

Rachel pushed Daniel back down onto the pillows and grabbed a condom packet from the nightstand. She ripped it open and Karen helped her unroll it on Daniel's cock. 

"Mmm, ribbed...my favourite," Karen commented. She smoothed the rolled edge down. "His cock does look a bit funny shrink-wrapped doesn't it?"

"Yes it does," Rachel agreed. She prodded the plastic-covered piece flesh and was pleased to see it was still very hard. "I'm sure it will still work though."

"Do you ladies mind?" Daniel said sharply.

"Mind what?" Karen asked playfully. She ran a finger down the length of his cock, a touch so light it must have felt like a feather.

Something inside Daniel apparently snapped because he pushed himself up off the pillows and pulled away from their teasing hands. His eyes had a predatory gleam as he considered the two of them.

"You're going to get it now," Rachel warned her friend. She considerately moved out of the way.

"Oh, I hope so!" Karen replied. She fell back against the pillows and her dark hair fanned out around her as Daniel advanced. His face was deadly serious as he pushed her silky-smooth legs apart and pinned her down with his larger frame. Then he entered her with a single thrust.

From her vantage point on the side of the bed Rachel had a good view. She saw Karen gasp and close her eyes involuntarily at the sudden penetration. Daniel's face had a look of intense determination as he thrust again, harder than before. Karen moaned and arched her back. Soon their hips were moving in unison and getting faster.

Rachel smiled knowingly. He wasn't going to last long at all. Not after they'd teased him for so long. She reached down and stroked her own pussy, imagining what Karen must be feeling. She loved having her Daniel's weight on her, and feeling his cock fill her completely. And she loved the way he groaned in ecstasy as he came, and his contented smile afterwards. Was she jealous that he was now inside another woman? Maybe a little. But it wasn't as if he was gazing adoringly into Karen's eyes. It was pure animalistic lust. She'd have him back soon enough.

Daniel had his eyes closed now as he vigorously pounded Karen's eager pussy. Then he shuddered, thrust one last time and almost growled as he finally climaxed. Karen lay beneath him, looking drained but very satisfied.

They both took a few moments to catch their breath. The first thing Daniel did when he opened his eyes was seek out Rachel's face. She smiled reassuringly and he looked relieved. He gently disentangled himself from Karen and flopped down on the bed between the two women. 

"Well, that was fun," said Karen first.

"Yes, it was," Rachel agreed. She looked expectantly at Daniel.

"It was amazing." Daniel paused. "No, better than amazing. There are no words...best birthday present ever!"

"Even better than that inflatable flying shark?" Rachel asked.

"Absolutely. Thanks darling." He leaned over and kissed her. Then he turned to the other woman. "And thank-you, Karen," he said earnestly.

"Any time," said Karen. "And I mean that." She winked at Rachel.

They lay sprawled on the bed for a few minutes then Daniel propped himself up on his elbows. "Do you know what would make this birthday even better?" he asked Rachel.

Rachel wondered if he was ready for another round already. She could probably go for it. "What?" she asked.

"A delicious roast for dinner."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "Alright, I'll go see if it's ready!" She sat up and glanced at Karen. "Would you like to stay for dinner?" she asked her friend.

Karen shook her head. "Thanks hun, but I should get going. I had a great time though." She stood up and picked up her clothes from the dresser before heading for the bathroom for a quick shower.

Rachel went to stand up but Daniel pulled her down onto the bed again. He gave her a gentle, lingering kiss. As their lips parted he stared into her eyes. "I love you," he said softly.

Rachel smiled and felt her insides turn to jelly all over again. "I love you too. Now, go get yourself cleaned up because you're not having dinner like that."



The Birthday Present



It was my wife's 35th birthday, a milestone that Kate seemed to be struggling with much more than the big 30, five years earlier, judging by how, over the past few months, her usual sparkle had dimmed. She seemed to be heading for a sort of mid-life crisis, questioning her worth and lamenting the small changes to her body that come to everyone as they get older. I hated seeing her like this and had resolved to do something to revitalise her spirit. With this in mind, I had decided that the best course of action was to embrace her birthday and celebrate it in style. Therefore, I had secretly booked us a room for a few nights in a lovely hotel in our closest city. I had also made a number of other arrangements, such as booking a private guide to show us around the nearby national art gallery. Kate and I both love the arts. We met at school, where we shared an art class, married soon after and have been together ever since. I truly believe we are soul-mates as she is the one person in the world with whom I can and do talk about anything. I know that she feels the same about me.

Having had our tour of the art gallery, we had a delicious lunch in the hotel's restaurant and went back in our room to prepare for that afternoon's activities. I had told Kate that we would be going to the theatre and then on to dinner in a nice restaurant before finally returning to the hotel where I would ensure she had a pleasurable close to her birthday. Kate had locked herself in the bathroom to prepare. I had seen the lingerie that she had packed so I could imagine her long legs in the dark black stockings, the straps of her garter belt framing the lace of her high-cut panties, which were naturally complemented by an equally lacey and flattering bra. But Kate understood that not watching her put these on would add to the sexual tension and, who knows, she might have decided to leave her panties off as she has done in the past. 

As Kate dressed, I stood thinking about her preparing herself, about how she may well be imagining me seeing and touching her body later on this evening. I also thought about the birthday card I had hidden in my suitcase and which was safely tucked now in my jacket pocket. I trembled with nerves. The small act of her reading its contents could have disproportionate consequences; that is, if I can bring myself to give her the card.

The bathroom door opened to reveal Kate standing on the threshold, striking a pose. She looked stunning, her black shoes and stockings perfectly set-off the green of her dress, which in turn perfectly accentuated the curves of her body.

"Wow, you look gorgeous." I said, leaning into kiss her on the cheek so as not to smudge her lipstick. As I did this, my hand slipped from her waist down over her buttocks. Beneath the thin silky fabric of her dress I could feel the straps of her garter belt and the edge of her panties. Instinctively, I kissed her neck, inhaling the sweet smell of her freshly applied perfume while my fingers followed the line of her panties further and further down,

"Naughty, naughty." she said, playfully pushing me away. "That will have to wait until later. Is it time for us to be going? I'd hate to miss the show."

I checked my watch, yes, it was about time for us to leave.

"Okay, let's go. Have you got everything?" I asked as I patted my pockets to check I had my wallet, room key and, finally, that the birthday card was still in my jacket pocket. As our hotel room door clicked shut, a wave of nerves passed over me, you know that cold nauseous flush that seems to sap the energy from you just when your name is called to speak in public. We stood waiting for the elevator to arrive. I restlessly shift from one foot to the other. Kate looped her arm through mine and smiles at me. I tried to smile back; she must have been able to feel me shaking. Ping. The elevator doors open. We step in. Kate presses the button for the lobby. The doors close and I lean over and press the button for two floors below ours. 

"Why did you do that?" Kate asked, looking at me quizzically.

"There are a couple of people who would like to see you...wish you a happy birthday...business colleagues of mine." I stammered. "they are are staying here. We'll just pop in briefly. They are looking after one of your presents for me."

Kate smiled. "Oh, so that's why you have been acting a bit strange."

I didn't have to answer as the doors slid open. 

We stood outside the room, I took a breath and knocked. The sounds of voices from within died and the door was opened by a well dressed black gentleman called John. John was tall and broad and stood probably five inches taller than me and almost a foot taller than Kate. He shook my hand with a firm grip and I introduced him to Kate, who he kissed on the cheek before invited us in. As we entered the room we, or I should more accurately say Kate, was greeted by a cheer of "Happy Birthday" from the four other men in the room. Both Kate and I laughed when we noticed that the room had been decorated with a few balloons, hanging from the light fittings. The bed's headboard had a birthday banner draped over it and in the centre of the bed, with shiny wrapping and bow, was a large present.

"Is that for me?" Kate asked me eagerly. At the same time John came up beside her and, placing one hand gently on her shoulder, offered her a drink with the other. 

"To the birthday girl!" He cried, and they all raised their glasses and drank to Kate. 

"Well are you going to open it?" I asked, genuinely excited to she face when she saw what I had bought her.

Kate put her glass down and leaned over the bed to slide the present towards her. For a brief instant, she presented me with the exquisite view of the fabric of her dress pulled taught across her buttocks, the straps from the garter belt clearly showing. I was transfixed, taking in every detail. I was also aware that John, standing beside me, was doing the same. He too must have been imagining her bent over that bed, her dress pulled up to the stockings that he now knew she was wearing.

Kate tore open the wrapping to reveal a painting that she had fallen in love with at a gallery we visited a couple of months ago. Her face was a picture of surprise and delight.

"Oh my, I would never have guessed. Thank you so much." she said, jumping up and hugging me. "Are you sure we can afford it." she whispered in my ear. 

"Yes," I nodded. "Anything for you." I kissed her deeply.

"Kate, there's another part to this present." I said, reaching for the birthday card in my pocket.

"I just need to pop out and fetch it but while I'm doing that why don't you open the card."

I handed her the envelope, exchanged a quick glance with John and then quickly made for the door. Once in the corridor, I almost ran to the end where it turned a corner and stood there, out of site of the room I had just come from. I waited, half expecting Kate to come looking for me at any moment soon, after she read the card.

It read:



To My Dear Wonderful Loving Wife, Kate,

Happy Birthday

After a great deal of soul searching I have decided that you deserve to have what you desire. How can I deny someone who has given me so much pleasure a pleasurable experience she craves. If you haven't already guessed, these men are not my business colleagues but the other part of your present. The only reason they are here is to fuck you. I have chosen them because they are trustworthy and, importantly, each of them can offer you significantly more than I can (a couple of them a great deal more). I hope I have chosen well for you my angel. They know why they are here and they are all eager to show you a good time; however, they also know that, until now, you have been unaware of these arrangements. As a result, they will follow your directions as to how much, if anything, they do. I have decided to give you your privacy for this experience so that you can enjoy it fully, uninhibited by any worries about what I might feel or think about anything you might do. Do everything you want for as long as you want and, when you are ready, join me in our room where I will be waiting for you, my beautiful wife.

I love you with all my heart,

Your Husband

P.S. I have arranged for John to bring his video camera with him. I have asked that between them they try and capture everything on film. That is assuming that at least one of them can hold back from paying you their full attention (a tall order I know). When you are done, you can keep the tape as a memento of the day, to do with it whatever you want.



I waited; was it a minute or ten? My heart pounding in my chest. Kate hadn't come out. I waited longer. Surely by now she must have read the card. The lift doors opened and, in a trance, I followed their subliminal message, got in, and returned to our room.

I sat on our bed, the room was quiet except for the sound of the street below and the hum of the mini-bar. I didn't know what I was feeling or indeed what I should be feeling. Emotions washed over me; fear, excitement, jealousy, regret. At the same time I was upset that Kate hadn't come to find me and yet so excited that she appeared to be going through with the plan that I had put in place. Throughout our marriage we have been open with each other about our feelings and one thing that we repeatedly discussed was that, as we were young when we married, neither of us had really 'played the field' much. For me, this wasn't really an issue; yes, I wonder what it would be like to sleep with other women but I know that Kate is by far the best catch I could ever hope to get and more than enough to keep me happy. However, for Kate, things are different. I know that it's not that she doesn't love me, it's just that the 'what if's' niggle her much more and have recently begun to get in the way of her being entirely content.

Despite all the planning that I had put in to this, it became clear that I had neglected to give any thought to what I would do while waiting. I couldn't go out because I wanted to be here when Kate came back and yet I was climbing the walls of our room not knowing when this would be. Everything sparked off thoughts about what was going on in the room two floors down. Her perfume wafted off my clothes, conjuring up images of her neck and the way she purrs when I kiss it and nibble her earlobes. The panties that she wore earlier today lie on the floor exactly as they were when she stepped out of them to shower. The last thing to touch the upturned gusset was the soft smooth skin of her labia; her labia that, in the last 15 years, had only been touched by me but that probably won't be the case tomorrow. Indeed, it might already be the case. No, surely not, how long has she been alone with them?

I keep looking at my watch. The minute hand slowly drags on 15 minutes, 17 minutes, 19 minutes. I try and imagine what might be happening. Are they still talking? Has anyone touched her yet? Has she touched anyone? Where? How much can have happened in 22 minutes? Perhaps I could go down and say I've changed my mind. No, I don't want to do that. I promised her this; it's her present; something she wants, something she needs. She must want it otherwise she would be back here by now. Anyway, could I stop it even if I wanted to. I go to the bathroom to splash water on my face to try and calm these thoughts. On the side of the bath is Kate's razor. I imagines her standing there, as I have seen her many times before, making sure that her pussy lips were smooth; preparing herself for me, unaware that I was standing in the other room with the knowledge that, in all likelihood, I wouldn't be the next one to run my tongue through her delicious folds. I wonder who will.

I hear the muffled ping of the elevator door opening. I hold my breath, is that Kate? I hear voices as a couple walk down the corridor and go into another room. Disappointed and still on-edge, my mind wanders to hearing the sounds of the men talking while we waited for John to answer the door. What would I hear now if I stood outside that door? Is there, somewhere in the hotel, a guest or member of staff who has walked along that corridor two floors down and now knows more about what is happening in that room than me?

I've got to calm down so I raid the mini-bar but that does nothing to abate the throbbing in my pants. I've been desperately avoiding touching myself because I guess that once I start I won't be able to stop and I don't want to come. This is partly because, this time, I want to save that for when I am with Kate but I am also scared that if I climax I will be overcome with post-orgasmic remorse for what I have done.

Eventually, it's supper time and while I am not hungry I go through the process of ordering something from room service. Kate can't be gone much longer so I order for her as well.

Sometime later, a member of staff removes the plates, including Kate's untouched meal. It's dark outside and in the room. I've tried reading and watching TV but nothing can distract me from my thoughts so I strip and slip between the cool sheets. Rocking my hips, my hard cock slides rhythmically across the fabric, each small movement sending a ripple of pleasure along its length and seeming to add to its rigidity. The only light in the room is the glow of my laptop. I have resorted to torturing myself by looking through the photographs that each man had emailed me when he applied to fuck Kate. I lie there, imagining each one of their cocks penetrating my wife. I know how her pussy feels when I slide inside but what will she feel like to them? How is she feeling with them inside her?

I have just woken up which means I must have nodded off. The curtains are still open and the street lights are on outside. I'm slightly disorientated, unsure of what time it is and then, with a start I remember where Kate is. She suddenly feels very far away. The knock on the door comes again; I realise that it was this that woke me from the fitful dream-world I was in. I find a dressing gown and open the door to see John standing there. He holds out the room key card to me and says.

"We're all done now. I left Kate alone in the room, sleeping." 

I took the card, "Thanks."

He shook my hand, "When you want to do this again, give me call. It would be a pleasure." and then turned to leave.

"Thanks, I will." I replied, slightly unsure of how to respond. John seemed relaxed and almost nonchalant; his tone wouldn't have sounded out of place coming from a plumber who had just finished the annual service of a boiler. By contrast, had I just thanked him for...for doing God knows what to my wife?

I looked at my watch, it was almost one in the morning. It had been over eight hours since I gave Kate that card and walked out of the room where she was now sleeping. I needed to see her. I quickly dressed and hurried down the two floors and knocked on the door. No reply. I knocked again and still no reply, so I slid the key card into the handle, waited for the light to turn green and then slowly opened the door.

Slipping inside the room I was immediately aware of two things; firstly, the lights were still on and, secondly, that the air was thick with the smell of sex. One sniff was enough to convey an image of hot sweaty bodies, spilt semen, alcohol and Kate's perfume, now stale, battered by the other odours. I moved forward into the room and immediately saw that the bed, which was neatly made up when I last saw it, was now in disarray. The covers had been completely torn off and scattered around the room. One sheet had even been twisted to create a type of rope. Some of the pillows lay on the floor while others had obviously been piled on top of each other on the bed next to where my wife now lay. 

Kate was completely nude and lying on her front across the bed. Her left leg was bent up meaning that, from where I stood, her vagina was in full view, presenting itself to me. I was taken aback at how red, puffy and wet her labia were and also by how open she looked. Kate was normally much more compact. Looking more closely, I could see a thin string of fluid running from her cunt to a large wet spot on the bed beneath. Looking around I noticed that there were several others of these in various locations on the bed.

Crouching down by Kate's head, I touched her lightly on the shoulder.

"No more." she mumbled.

"Kate, it's me. Are you okay?"

"Oh," she started becoming slightly more awake. An expression of concern washed across her face and she made a feeble and clumsy attempt to cover herself. "I didn't want you to have to see me like this, before I had showered."

"Well I'm here now. Let's get you into a bath."

"Thank you." she said with an exhausted mumble.

When I had drawn a bath, I again roused her from a shallow sleep and helped her move her tired body into the bathroom. As I supported her I noticed how her back was still damp with a sheen of perspiration. As we neared the bath, Kate lifted a leg to step in. I stopped her.

"Sit on the edge for a moment." I instructed her and she did.

I knelt in front of her and slowly began to pull her knees apart. 

"Please, no" she pleaded in realisation of what I was doing.

"I just want to look at you before we clean you up." 

She reluctantly conceded and soon I could see the tops of her thighs, slick with a cocktail of semen and her own juices that had escaped from her during the short walk from the bed. Her tuft of pubic hair was also damp and matted. Gently, I ran two fingers along her labia, which caused her to flinch; she has obviously sore. I slowly slid them into her vagina. It felt incredibly hot and open. My fingers were slick with juices, When I withdrew them, without say a word, Kate took my hand a placed the two fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean. I helped her into the bath and then stripped off and joined her. Sitting behind her, I gently washed her hair and held her while she dozed until the water became tepid. 

Slightly more refreshed but still exhausted, Kate slipped into her dress not bothering with her underwear. I gathered her belongings, including her lingerie, the painting and two mini-DVDs that had been left, by John, beside her on the bed. Glancing at the black lacey panties she wore earlier I could see the, now dry, evidence of her previous excitement; my cock thickened and strained against my pants. We returned to our room in silence, curled up in the bed, and slept.

The following day was a little awkward. I told her that while I thought I would like to know what happened, I wouldn't be the one to bring it up and, as I had promised her, she didn't have to talk about it. Likewise the mini-DVDs, which I presumed had the video record of the event on them, were now in her handbag and she could choose what happens to them, who sees them and when. On her part, she wanted reassurance that I wasn't upset with her, which I tried my best to show her. As far a sex goes, for a few days, Kate was too sore to allow me that pleasure but she saw to my needs and when things did return to normal I noticed that Kate had a new energy about her. We seemed to be constantly touching each other and fucking. Often it was Kate initiating it and, sometimes, in the most unusual places.

Over the following months Kate told me or let slip little details about those hours she spent with five men but never a full account. As her birthday approached, we spoke about what she wanted and how she wanted to spend it. She said that she would arrange it all. So, when the day finally arrived, I nervously found Kate and myself checking into the same hotel. I discovered that Kate had arranged for us to be given the same room that she and the men had used. After supper, at which she wore the same green dress and similar lingerie, we retired to our room. Hoping for a sensual evening I was a little perturbed when Kate switched on the television until I realised she was putting a DVD into the machine. 




The Birthday Present



Initially, Kate found it embarrassing to see herself on the screen or perhaps her embarrassment was more to do with being sat beside me while I watched her actions for the first time, since she had confessed to watching the DVDs when she was alone. However, she soon overcame this as we talked about and re-enacted parts of that night's events on the very same bed. I learnt a lot about Kate that night.

I awoke with Kate cuddled up beside me. If I hadn't already been erect, the snippets from the DVD that were now playing in my head would soon have had me throbbing. There was a powerful eroticism in seeing Kate, my wife, throwing herself wholly into fucking someone else. She was the Kate I know but she was also someone else, an incredible sexual being entirely focused on the satisfaction of herself and the five naked men in the room. I kept coming back to one particular scene, Kate was lying face-down on the bed, right where I was now lying. A stack of pillows raised her hips and presented her cunt to John who was standing behind her. He was alternating between long slow thrusts in and out of her and rapid vigorous fucking. The camera panned down Kate's body from her wet cunt to her face pressed into the bed. Her eyes were half open; with each vigorous thrusting her body would convulse with an intense orgasm, her hands clawing at the beds sheets as she let out guttural moans. During the slow strokes, she was barely able to get her breath back before John would again administer another round of vigorous thrusting and again she would contort in orgasm. This piece of film would have been unbelievably erotic if it was of anybody but my wife; however, the fact that it was actually Kate, made it tenfold more so. It also made it somewhat disconcerting and humiliating for me to see because I'd never seen her in anything like the throws of ecstasy she has now experienced from another man's cock.

When Kate had been awake beside me for a while, I asked her whether she still craved what they could give her. She rolled over to look me in the eyes and paused for a while before answering.

"I will be completely honest with you, darling. Not a day goes by when I don't think about that night, often when we are making love, and, yes, I would jump at the chance to repeat it but it's not something I need any more. I am now very content with what we have."

Then, taking my cock and slipping it inside herself, she embraced me with the whole of her warm, soft body.



The Birthday Present



I woke slowly. Without opening my eyes, as the fog gradually cleared from my mind I realized that, first, I was not in my own room in my own bed. And I realized that my morning hard-on felt different. More than different, it felt much, much better than usual.

The fog cleared slowly. Eyes still closed I remembered that I was in the bed in my sister's spare room. Bit by bit my mind cleared as I climbed toward the world of the awake. Today was my birthday, my eighteenth birthday. My sister had convinced me to stay over, promising that this would be the best birthday I'd ever had. And my morning hard-on felt different. More than different, it felt much, much better than usual. It felt -- warm and moist. 

Something moved. Something pulled gently on my cock. Slowly I opened my eyes. She was looking up at me with a smile in her eyes -- and my cock in her mouth. Sucking gently she pulled her mouth almost to the tip of my very hard, very big, morning hard-on. And then, slowly, my very beautiful sister took my very big, very hard cock back into her mouth. God, it felt so good! 

This had been my dream for as long as I could remember. I couldn't begin to count how many times, before she had moved into her apartment, I had watched her through not quite closed doors. I had watched her dress and undress. I had watched her shower and I had watched her dry off. I had watched her stand nude in the bathroom and dry her hair.

She was, and still is, the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen -- naked or otherwise! She had short blond hair that framed a sweet, angelic face. She was about five three, several inches shorter than I was. Her tits were small and very firm. Her stomach was flat and her waist was small. Her ass was incredible, small and tight. And at the top of the two most beautiful long legs was the world's most perfect pussy. And she was slowly and gently sucking my cock in and out of the prettiest mouth I'd ever seen. God, it felt so good!

"Happy birthday, Bobby!" And then she slid her mouth back down the full length of my cock. As she pulled back, sucking just a little harder, I came. Head back, eyes closed again, I shot my cum into her mouth. And she swallowed it and sucked some more, and swallowed again. My eyes opened again and I watched as she licked the cum from the tip of my cock. "I told you this would be the best birthday ever, didn't I." She licked my cock again before she came to her knees.

She was totally nude. Her tits were even more perfect than they had looked through the not quite closed doors, her tummy even flatter and her pussy even more beautiful. Slowly she moved up until her cunt was rubbing the underside of my still throbbing cock. She rocked her hips gently against my hard-on for just a few minutes before I came again, squirting all over both of us.

"You like my pussy, don't you, Bobby?" She moved slowly up the bed towards my face on her knees. "Did you ever think you'd get to see it so close?" She stopped just inches from my mouth. Her skin was soft and smooth, her pussy shaved totally clean. "Did you think I didn't know you were watching? Did you think I left the doors opened by accident? I knew you were watching, little brother. I wanted you to watch. Did you know I watched you? Did you know I watched you in the morning when you woke up and stroked that gorgeous cock until you came? Do you know how often I was tempted to come into your room and suck on that big hard cock like I did this morning? But I knew you'd wait and I wanted your eighteenth birthday to be one you would never forget!"

I hadn't been awake very long and I was already sure she had managed that! 

"Do you know what your next present is going to be, little brother? You get to eat me out! You get to lick this pussy until I cum all over your face!" She rocked her hips forward and her cunt was right there. I pushed my tongue into her and closed my lips over hers and tasted heaven! "God, yes, Bobby!" She rocked and pushed her pussy tighter against my mouth. I pushed my tongue harder and deeper into her cunt. I had never imagined that her pussy could taste so good.

And then she came. "Yes, Bobby, yes, Bobby, yes!" And she came and she came. And I sucked her cum into my mouth and it tasted so good.

She rocked back and tried to catch her breath. "How do you like your birthday presents so far, little brother? Your first blow job and your first pussy eating. Now I have another first for you." She moved slowly back down the bed, lifted her ass slightly and guided my hard on slowly into her pussy. 

"God, sis, that feels so good!"

"Hmmm, it does, doesn't it?" She started moving slowly up and down, back and forth, pushing her pussy all the way down on my cock and then pulling it almost all the way off and then slowly pushing it all the way back down. "God, Bobby, you have a great cock!" It seemed like a beautiful eternity before I felt my cock swelling and then I came again, filling my sister's cunt with my cum. "Yes, Bobby, yes! Fuck me! Yes!" Her pussy was grabbing my cock and pulling the cum out of me like a milking machine!

Finally she stopped moving and just kneeled there with my cock still in her pussy until she caught her breath. Her pussy squeezed my cock for just a moment and then released it. But she didn't move. My cock was still buried deep in her cunt. "What do you think, girls? Was I right?"

Oh, shit! Girls? What girls?

She watched the shock spread over my face and laughed. "You didn't know we had an audience, did you, little brother?" She pointed to my left. "Bobby, I'd like you to meet Sindy. She spells it with an 'S'." As I turned my head to the left she stepped from the spot she'd been sitting by the head of the bed. She was about the same height as my sister with full, beautifully shaped tits. They were firm and her nipples were big and ready to be sucked. Her waist was a bit bigger than my sister's and so was her ass, but the thing that got my attention was her cunt. The lips were puffy and wet, begging to be licked. She seemed to realize what I was staring at. She laughed and slid a finger slowly into her pussy.

"Hi, Bobby. Do you like this?"

Do I like it? The only pussy I ever saw that was nicer was my sister's! Of course, truth be told, they were the only two pussies I'd ever actually seen.

My sister laughed again. "And this," she pointed to the right, "is Sandy."

Sandy moved into my field of vision from her chair at the head of the bed. She was a couple of inches shorter than Sindy with tits that were somewhere between either of the other girls. I was in heaven. Three of the world's most wonderful sets of tits waiting for me to suck on them. She had short red hair that was a real turn on and a cute face with freckles across her nose and the cutest dimples in her cheeks. And where both my sister and Sindy had shaved their pussies clean, Sandy had left a small, neatly trimmed patch just above her cunt.

"Hi, Bobby." She had a soft voice and I loved her dimples.

"Didn't I tell you he was a stud?" My sister squeezed my cock with her pussy again.

"You were right, Sara! I can't wait to get that cock in my pussy!" Sindy still had her finger moving slowly in and out of her cunt.

"You go ahead, Sindy! I want his tongue! Did you see how hard Sara was cumming in his mouth?" Sandy was rubbing her nipples with her finger tips.

Sara squeezed my cock one more time and then got up. "Did you hear that, little brother? You have two more pussies to satisfy. Think you're up to it?"

Before I could answer, Sandy was lowering her pussy to my mouth and just seconds later I felt Sindy pull my cock into her cunt. I rocked my hips slowly, wanting this to last forever. I pushed my cock as deep into Sindy's pussy as it would go and held it there for a few seconds before I slowly pulled it back out almost all the way. At the same time I teased Sandy's pussy with the tip of my tongue, finding that sweet spot near the top that seemed to drive her crazy. It seemed like a wonderful eternity before I felt myself swelling again and then I blew a full load of cum into Sindy's pussy. She and Sandy both came at the same time.

"Oh, yes, Bobby! Fuck me harder! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Oh, shit! Eat me, Bobby! God that is so good!"

I felt her cum all over my face. And then, as she moved back, my sister was licking her cum from my face and kissing me and licking and kissing. Sindy was sitting still with my cock still in her pussy. 

"Did he fill your cunt with cum?" Sara looked at Sindy who was still holding my cock with her pussy.

"Um, yeah. I think he must have squirted at least a quart into me."

Sara grinned. "Good! I want every bit of it!" She rolled over on the bed beside me and Sandy quickly moved her pussy from my cock to my sister's mouth. "Yes, baby, you know how much I love your pussy!" And, as I watched, my sister began licking Sindy's pussy.

"Oh, god, Sara! That is so good! I don't know what I like most, your tongue or your brother's cock!"

The shock must have been written all over my face, because Sandy laughed and began slowly stroking my cock with her hand. "You didn't know your sister was bi, did you, Bobby? Why did you think she moved out of your parent's home? What would they think if they caught her in bed with us?"

"Have you got him ready again?" Sindy asked.

"Hmm, I think so." Sandy lifted herself up over me and slowly pulled my cock into her pussy. "My turn, Bobby! Fill my pussy with cum! I want your sister to drink it out of me now!" She started moving slowly up and down on me as Sindy moved in place to let me eat her. As I shoved my tongue into her pussy I could see Sara kissing her and squeezing her nipples. I wanted to go slow, but they had me so turned on, I couldn't control my tongue or my cock. All three of us came way before I wanted us to. 

"Oh my god, Sara! He has the most incredible tongue!"

"Really? Better than mine?"

"Hmm, at least as good as."

"OK, I can live with that. Now move, so I can lick your pussy juice from his face! Sandy, you stay right there! Keep his cock in you until I'm ready to lick his cum out of you!"

Several minutes later, I watched as my sister drank my cum out of Sandy's hot little cunt.

"I gotta tell you, sis, this is the best birthday I ever had!"

She pushed Sandy up enough to talk. "It's just beginning, Bobby! We're going to keep that cock of yours busy all day!"

"You know what I want?" Sindy asked. 

"What?" Sandy was still perched over my sister's face.

"I want to eat Sara's cunt while her brother fucks me. I want to make brother and sister both cum at the same time."

"Oh shit, that does sound hot!"Sandy agreed as she finally let Sara up. 

"Just don't expect to get any cum out of my pussy! Sandy was so greedy she drained me dry!"

"Hmm, I bet I can make you cum." Sindy laid down on her back and spread those beautiful legs. "Put that big hard cock in me, Bobby! And you, Sara. Get that awesome pussy of yours up here where my tongue can work its magic." 

We both did as we were told. I wasn't sure if I could possibly have another drop of cum left in me, but if I did, this was a sure way to find it! As I pushed my cock into her cunt, my sister lowered her pussy onto her mouth and Sindy started to work on both of us at once. Sara leaned back slightly and I took her tits in my hands and started rubbing her nipples as I rocked my cock in and out of Sindy's pussy. I could see her tongue pushing deep into Sara's cunt. It didn't seem like it was nearly long enough before I felt the pressure building again. I must have pinched Sara's nipples, because she screamed. And then I realized we were both cumming, Sara in Sindy's mouth and me in her pussy. And from the way she was bucking and squirming under me, Sindy must have been cumming, too.

We rested for just a few minutes before Sandy took her place in the middle of the bed. Neither Sara or I needed any encouragement to take our places. She straddled Sandy's face as I pushed my hard-on into her pussy. I was determined to take this fuck as slow as I could, to make Sandy wait as long as possible before I came. Sandy didn't seem to have any desire to go slow. She pushed her tongue hard and deep into my sister's cunt and pushed her pussy hard and fast against me, squeezing and relaxing until I exploded inside her. Seconds later I felt Sara stiffen and arch her back and I knew she was cumming in Sandy's mouth.

I collapsed on the bed and just tried to catch my breath. I hadn't been awake much more than an hour and I'd lost track of how many times I'd cum. 

My breathing was almost back to normal when Sara rolled over and kissed me. "Hey, little brother, got any of that cock left for your big sister? You've been filling everyone's pussy but mine! I think it's my turn to get a good fucking!"

She rolled over and spread her legs. I didn't need any further instruction. I quickly mounted my sister, pushing my hard-on deep into her wet pussy. As I set up a smooth rhythm, rocking my cock slowly in and out of her cunt I watched Sindy mount Sandy in a sixty nine position and they started eating each other's pussies.

"I guess it's a sister loving morning, isn't it, Bobby? You fucking me and them eating each other." I froze with my cock half way into her pussy. "Wait, you mean you didn't figure that out? Sindy, with an S? S-I-N-D-Y and S-A-N-D-Y. You didn't get it? They're not just sisters, Bobby, they're twins! Not identical, but they are twins! Now get that cock moving! Fuck me, damn it!"

I started moving again, watching them eat each other as I pushed my cock deep into my sister's cunt. And we all came together. And I kept fucking her and they kept eating each other and we kept on cumming.

When Sindy finally rolled off of her sister, Sandy took a deep breath and declared that it must be lunch time, she was hungry. Sara laughed and asked if she hadn't just had enough to eat. Naked we all headed for the kitchen to enjoy egg sandwiches and orange juice. 

"Eat enough to get your energy up, Bobby," Sara instructed, "but not too much. We have a full afternoon of fucking ahead of us! I was serious about keeping your cock busy all day!"

"Oh shit! I know what I want next!" 

"What, Sindy?"

"I want you to eat my pussy, Sara, while Bobby fucks my asshole!"

"Damn, sis! That does sound hot!"

"Okay, wait, you two! First of all, he's my brother and if anyone is going to get his cock in their ass first, it's going to be me! But have either of you ever had an ass fuck before? I'm not sure, but I think his cock is really big to be going into any of our assholes." Sara sounded a little concerned.

"Hey, don't I have anything to say about this?" I asked.

"No!" they replied in perfect unison.

"I think," Sindy said, "from what I've seen in porn vids, if we just go real slow the first time we'll be okay as far as the size thing goes. And from what I've seen and heard, having him cum in our asses will be a real turn on! I know I want to find out!"

"Okay", Sara said, "let's go do it! But like I said, my ass first! And I want you to eat my cunt, Sindy, while he's fucking me! Sandy, if you lie down beside your sister, I can eat you at the same time and we can all cum together!"

Minutes later all three girls were taking turns sucking my cock. As I started to get hard again, Sandy began licking Sara's asshole. That turned me on really quick. I had to pull my cock away from Sara and Sindy to keep from cumming too soon. Sindy moved to help get Sara ready, licking her fingers and then slowly working first one and then two into Sara's ass. She moved her hand slowly, pushing her fingers slowly in one knuckle at a time and then slowly pulling them back out and then back in a little further. After a few minutes she added a third finger as Sindy began rubbing Sara's cunt. 

"Oh my god, oh my god! Now! I'm ready! Now!"

Quickly I moved behind my sister and as I saw Sindy slide under her to start eating her pussy, I pushed the head of my hard-on into her asshole.

"Oh my god yes, oh my god! Slow, Bobby, go slow!"

"Damn, sis! Your ass is so tight!" I rocked slowly back and forth pushing my cock deeper into her ass with each stroke.

"Oh my god, Bobby! Oh my god! I'm gonna cum! Fuck my ass, Bobby! Fuck me now!" Sara started pushing her ass back against me and I felt my cock drill all the way into her ass and then I exploded. "Oh my god, Bobby! Yes! Cum in my ass, little brother while Sindy sucks the cum out of my cunt!"

I pounded Sara's asshole until I didn't think I had another drop of cum left, then I rolled off. Sandy had my cock in her mouth in seconds. 

"Get him ready, Sis. He's gonna fuck my asshole next!" Sindy rolled over to let Sara start working her fingers into her tight little ass. It only took a few minutes for my cock to recover as Sandy moved her mouth up and down on it. By then Sara had three fingers in Sindy's asshole. "Now, Bobby! Now! Fuck my ass!"

Sandy quickly slid under her sister and began licking her cunt as I pushed my cock slowly into her tight little asshole. I started to cum almost as soon as I got it all the way in. Ten minutes later I was pumping my cum into Sandy's asshole as Sara ate her pussy. 

I spent the rest of the afternoon moving my cock from asshole to pussy to mouth to pussy, from Sara to Sindy to Sandy to Sara. We broke briefly for a pizza dinner and cold beer and then resumed our fucking, sucking and eating -- pussy, that is. I fucked each of their pussies, each of their assholes and each of their mouths while they each ate each other. 

I finally collapsed, exhausted, unable to get my cock stiff enough to push into one more cunt.

"Okay, Bobby," my sister agreed, "you can sleep for a few hours. You're going to need some rest. I told Mom and Dad I'd have you back by eight tomorrow evening, so you have another full day of pushing that big hard cock into every hole the three of us have!"

She was right, it was the best birthday I'd ever had! 



The Birthday Present



Walking along a dead hallway, your heart pounding, your palms tingling, your body expecting, is quite some feeling. 

I love the surging electricity that floods your mind. All the possibilities flying through you about what might lay beyond that door. 

The girl messaged me earlier that day. 

I've got a surprise for you. A birthday present. 

We've been together for a few months now and she's really turning out to be a bit special. Her will to please, her dedicated submission, her zest for adventure it's all a perfect package. So now I walk the haze filled hallway and start to dream of what she's got me.

She's chosen a nice hotel. I'm impressed by the calibre of guests. There's something very alluring about being surrounded by higher class of patron's, it makes the entire thing more salacious. 

I reach the door and knock. My breathing is calm and I hear the approaching body on the opposite side. Then it opens and I enter. 

There she is sat on the edge of the bed, her pretty yet fragile frame waiting silently. My girl closes the door and run's a cautious hand over my shoulder. 

'Surprise!' 

And what a surprise it is!

The smile is plastered across my face like a goon and I pull the girl round into my arms.

'Thank you my girl.' 

'Happy birthday Sir.'

She knew I had a thing for Asian girls. There's something very delicate about them. An air of purity and innocence. 

'I even wrapped her up for you.'

She moves over and straightens the pink bow that's attached to my present. I survey my gift. The beautiful girl is dressed in baby blue. The colour is perfect against her porcelain skin. As she moves shyly the colours flash a stunning neon, it runs up and down her lush legs, the stockings singing to me. Her body looks amazing in the lacey lingerie and I feel the want start to rise in me.

My girl let's her gown fall to the floor and reveals a matching outfit.

'Do you like sir?' She asks.

Of course I do. I love it when she listens to me. When she constantly takes mental notes of every little thing I say. She's so good at remembering even the smallest detail. I had mentioned my love of Asian girls just in passing some weeks ago and now look, here she is presenting me with a stunning vision just as if I'd dreamt her up myself. 

They both stand and I kiss them with a greed. They whisper happy birthday in my ear and I instantly spring to life. 

'Stand in the centre of the room. Back to back.' I order. 'You're going to masturbate for me, both of you.'

My girl guide's my present to the centre and position's her carefully. 

'It's a race.' I add 'The first to cum get's to suck me off.' 

As I settle back on the bed I loosen my trousers and reveal to them both my already erect dick. The eyes of my present grow wide, the shyness beginning to ease a little. 

'Now begin.' I say. 

My girl immediately responds to my command and her hands slip to remove her panties. Then she's all to happy to dance her fingers across her already sodden area. I study her like I always do, my skin tingling, my mind racing. 

The pair of them look like sisters. Identically dressed, both playing to my tune. I run my fingers up and down my shaft, feeling the pulsating urge rushing through me.

Ahead my girl begins to groan, her body flickering with short spasms. 

Yet my present is more sheltered. Her fingers have slipped inside her panties but she's shielding herself. I can tell that she hasn't been in this type of situation before. I study her body further, dreaming of tasting her, of having her. I want to know her strength's, her fears, her limitations. 

I close my eyes and I can still see the blue flashing before me. Then the cries of my girl bring me back to reality. Her head is thrown back and she's staring up at the ceiling. She's won.

I call her over and she passionately wraps her lips around my eager dick. I love it when she sucks me, she does it with so much vigour, it's like she only really feels alive when she's doing it. She quickly goes to work and I stretch out to further fill her. 

For a few minutes it's just us, like it's been since we met. Such a wonderful connection. Then I look up and see my present, it must be the nerves because she's still stood in the centre of the room running her fingers over her clit. My girl is taking me deep into her mouth and I know she's waiting to feel my hands on the back of her neck, waiting for me to force her to take it right to the back of her throat. But I'm watching my present, I'm trying to see the signs in her that she wants to be pushed.

Stopping my girl I stand from the bed and approach my gift. I tower above her and reach down to feel her sweet pussy. She gasps as if no one has ever touched her before. I hesitate, waiting for her to pull away, to say no. She doesn't move, I feel her pulsating and decide to act.

I pull her to the bed and order her to bend.

A firm spank lands against her rear and she lets out a whimper. SPANK! Once more.

SPANK! SPANK! SPANK!

Her virgin rear marks up immediately and I grow harder. 

'Onto the bed.' I say and guide her onto her back. I can see the shocked tears in her eyes. 

'Spread your legs' I order, firmly parting her thighs. 'We'll make you cum, if you can't do it yourself.'

I pull my girl round and plant her face deep into the pussy of my present. 

'Lick!' I demand. 'Eat her till she screams!'

I stand back and watch the two of them. Her young frame, naive and untrained, struggling to cope with the reality, struggling to let herself go. I can only stand back for so long as I stroke my hungry dick. I want to be in my girl and I rush forward to grab her hips. I feel for her wetness and trace it to spread open her rear, then I plunge my solid dick inside.

Just the insertion brings about trembles of pleasure through my thighs and I begin to pound hard. I want to cum at the same time as my gift. I press my girls head down firmly encouraging her to burry her tongue deep inside the new pussy. I can see the colour flushing her face, the craze on her eyes.

'Scream!' I shout. 'Let yourself go.'

The three of us are now fully lost beyond the point of no return. A mass of desire and need writhing around. I pound away harder, trying to go as deep as I can, my dick feeling just about as hard as it has ever done so. I look down to see my present arching her back, her arms reaching up at imaginary bodies. She's on the verge, all three of us are.

I breathe in the delicious air and cum hard inside my girl, lingering as her muscles squeeze out every last drop. 

However my need is not yet over. I pull my present up by the wrist and wipe away her sweat covered hair. 

'Now you'll suck it out of her.' I whisper. 

I can see the shock in her face. But there is not a sign of denial. My girl lay's exhausted on the bed and I pull her to her knees. My beautiful present lowers her lips and sweetly begins to lick and suck my cum from the very place I had just so powerful deposited it. 

I sit back and watch. I feel proud as they both begin to grow into their roles. What a great birthday it's been.



The Birthday Present.



The big day was approaching and I had been flirting and teasing you for days...a soft kiss behind your ear when you weren't watching, grazing my hand down your leg while we were having dinner with friends. I could tell I was already doing my job. You had that look in your eye. The more I played with you, the more that sparkle intensified. 

I wanted so badly to just take you, your attempts to seduce me being torture to refuse. It was my intention to get you to the place I required in order to perform the things I had planned for months. You have been a very good girl lately and I felt like it was time to go shopping at my boutique in the city for something a little different than punishment tools. 

I allowed my mind to run free and was quite pleased to be planning such a special night. One thing for sure, sometimes a little pain equals pleasure and the pleasure is eminent. You are in for the birthday present of your life.

I secretly asked your friend to invite you over for a girl night sleep over. It was, after all, the eve before the big night and I had to make some preparations. I took extra time to work you into frenzy, constantly touching and whispering in your ear. 

You were so timid asking me if I would mind you going to your sleep over. It was cute and made me smile knowing my plans were coming together. 

"Of course my belle," I said with the devilish grin you so often point out. "I have to work tonight anyway. Go and have some fun and we will have our own tomorrow." You look bewildered, as you have no idea I had anything special up my sleeve. 

"Oh really?" you smirk as I pull you into my arms and tell you everything with my eyes. I felt your back arch in anticipation and you knew you were being teased. 

"Go on Belle. Like I said, I have work to do."

When the delivery arrived, it had been put away from prying eyes for a couple days now. I carefully took my time transforming our boudoir into the perfect seductive chamber. Candles placed about and the Mise En Place well tended to. 

Your birthday party was tomorrow, as Friday was a better day for all of your friends to attend so we had plans to stay in. After your surprise day at the spa with your girlfriend, you arrived just on time. 

I poured your drink the moment I saw headlights and the house was perfect. I had been cooking all day and treated you to the most amazing meal...your favorite meal. Your smile lit up the room and I was so pleased to see you so relaxed and happy, not at all knowing the meal wasn't the grand finale. 

I instructed you to lounge while I tidied up and washed the dishes. 

"Yes Sir," you replied in that voice that you know drives me crazy. 

"You have been a very good girl, Belle and I have quite an evening planed for you Birthday Girl." 

The effects of the spa pampering along with the fact that we haven't made love in days were taking its toll. 

"Miss Pierce?" I say in a low voice. 

"Yes Sir," you purr. 

By this time we were cuddled up on the couch and I had most of your clothes off as I licked and teased the sweet spots I have learned to perfection. You were breathing heavily and I knew the time had come. 

"I made special preparations upstairs."

"Oh really," you barely manage to whisper, as my fingers had found the perfect rhythm between your legs. 

"I need for you to trust me tonight."

"U huh," your eyes roll back in your head wile my tongue grazes your nipple. 

"No I'm serious," I say with that stern voice I use when your time has come. I cease what I had been doing to you and pull your chin gently towards me. I lock with your beautiful ocean blues. 

"You do really need to trust me if I take you through what I have planned for you tonight." Immediately, you come too and realize that this was different. "I've been shopping at 'the boutique.'" 

"I thought you said I had been a good girl Sir. It's my birthday. What did I do?" you answer in confusion. 

"Oh you sure have Princess and if you will trust me, I want to take you in a special kind of way. You have to give yourself completely though." 

My hand had found its way between your legs again and you understood I only had your best interests in mind. A soft kiss and a reassuring smile was all it took. You look deep into my eyes and nod your head yes. 

"Say it!"

"Yes Sir. In fact I simply can't wait," you repeat in your sassy and aggressive voice. 

"Very good Miss Pierce. Freshen up in the guest bedroom tonight please." 

"Yes Sir," again with your attitude. 

I had laid out new lingerie and the bathroom was set for your comfort. New bath salts, your favorite soaps and a note from me reads: "Please light these candles and take a bath. Relax and try to imagine what you have in store. I want you to wear the lingerie I've selected and I would like your hair pulled back before coming upstairs. I very much look forward you your return Beautiful."

Anticipation was wearing on you. You know that I was serious and that you had to give yourself completely. By now you are beyond aroused and can't make your way upstairs fast enough. The door is locked, which is strange, but then you realize the ceremony is about to begin. 

You timidly knock and I answer immediately. 

"Enter Miss Pierce please," I say trying to remain calm. You were stunning and it took everything in me to follow my plan as opposed to throwing you on the bed and taking you in the most primal manner. Prolonged pleasure is highly effective and I know that I need to spend a significant amount of time on you. This will bring you to the place I crave to see and tonight is all about you. 

It pleasures me most to pleasure you and watch as I expertly bring you to the deepest orgasms. It's when I know I have done my job and I crave it as much as you. To be an attentive lover is something you deserve and require keeping you in line. I must be equally attentive when it comes to punishment, but it has been working well and you have behaved perfectly.

You let out a gasp when your eyes adjusted and you got a look at our boudoir. I had obviously had been shopping and you didn't recognize anything. There was a table by the new round velvet loveseat placed in the middle of the room with several toys and tools. I had built a raging fire and there was a set of black iron bars erected in a square with cords attached next to the fireplace. Upon a closer look, you notice there were cords affixed to the round loveseat as well. 

"I'm taking all control away from you tonight Miss Pierce. I promise you will enjoy and sometimes a little pain equals pleasure, yes Miss Pierce?" You take a deep breath and look back at me with your devious eyes. 

"I've been ready. I'm all yours!" I notice little fight in your eyes. 

"Perfect. That's what I wanted to hear," I repeat with a little of my own touch of defiance. "Time to begin." 

I approach you slowly, heart beating through my chest. A slow kiss, our tongues begin their playful dance. Our bodies become one as I just needed to feel your soft skin on mine for at least a moment. I can tell you are all in and I am pleased that you are feeling so sassy. Of course as always, I've met my match with you. I remove your new lingerie and instruct you to take your place on display in the velvet chair. 

You do exactly as I say and your eyes lock in mine once again and your movements are slow and deliberate. 

"Who is seducing who?" I think to myself as I watch you lay down and instinctively raise your arms above your head. 

"I suppose the restraints are for me Sir?" you tease again defiantly, "I'm ready for you, just so you know." 

"Oh you are huh? Ok good." As I lean over your silky smooth naked body to secure your arms you rise up and bite my chest hard. "OUCH!!" I exclaim wincing. 

"I imagine I have more coming to me than that right Sir?" you giggle. "I told you I was ready for you!" I must admit it turned me on and confirmed the fact that you needed tonight. 

"Ok, Miss Pierce," I reply as I take caution this time while finishing securing you.

You feel a tiny sting on your ass before you notice the little black whip I snatched up off the table full of tools. 

"OUCH!!!" you exclaim yourself! "Is that all you've got?" you defy. 

"I like your spunk Miss Pierce. By no means is that near what I've got...believe me. Tonight pain is EXACTLY equal to pleasure for you." 

"Oh really?" is your reply with no idea what you are in store for. I hummer you with a wink while I retrieve a long feather from the table. 

"This is what I'm talking about. For the rest of the night you will need to ask for the pain Miss Pierce. Believe me, you will be begging for it by the time I'm done with you." 

I have centered myself and manage to make all of my movements slow and deliberate hereafter. I step back and gaze upon you. The chair is round by design. It gives me full access to you from all sides. You can pretend all you want but I know you are beyond aroused and I have you right where I want you. 

My hot breath on your nipples to begin with. Your breath slows and your back arches once more as your body involuntarily rises to do its best to meet my tongue. I allow you just a moment with your nipple in my mouth before I stop abruptly. 

"The other one gets some attention if you ask me for another swat Miss Pierce." 

"Nope, I'm good," you tease. 

"Ok...by the way, that's what the feather is for," my nearly sarcastic reply. You notice the look in my eyes and at once you realize that I have put some thought into this encounter. "Really?" 

The feather glides across your belly heading straight for your other breast. Again your body rises to meet me as my warm breath teases it. Abruptly I stop and look you deep in the eyes. 

"You sure?" Your breath is even heavier now and I know you are beginning to understand. 

"Ok I give!" you whisper as I continue to exhale warm breath across your neck followed by the softest kiss behind your ear. "Is there something you would like to ask me Piss Pierce?" I question, as I pretend you are going to get another one before standing back upright and addressing you once more. 

Silence. More silence. I enjoyed very much watching you squirm, doing your best to conjure the last little bit of fight you have left. More silence. I watch your eyes change as you gave in and realize you were in very good hands once again. 

"Please Sir. Another please?" Another small sting and you wince a moment. 

"Good girl." This time my tongue takes its time making its way to the other nipple begging for attention. I spend more time gently liking and sucking until it was hard. 

Although I took my time making my way to it slowly, I again stop abruptly when I see you enjoying the pleasure. 

"You ready to continue Miss Pierce?" 

"Oh please Sir," you gasp. 

"Very good," I reply as I produce the candle from the table. You know exactly what's to follow as we have had much playtime after all these years. My hand steady and slow as the candle approaches your chest. One drop and you understand what's to follow. Even though I know exactly what the hot wax feels like on bare, tender skin, you put on your best face and smile in defiance once again. 

The feather now starts at your ankles and swirls around your calve upward. It tickles and involuntarily you draw your knees up to your chest. I firmly grasp your ankles and bring you back to position. A stern look from you and me regain your composure. 

"I would like for you to spread your yourself for me please and I want you to keep your legs still," I command. You can't help but obey and much to your delight I finally touch the place I had been teasing for days. 

"Oh yes Sir, right there," you whisper, as if I didn't know your body so well. Only a moment passed before I realize how wet I had already managed to make you. I was pleased with myself and couldn't help but allow my tongue to taste you gently for a moment before again stopping abruptly. I stand up and gaze upon you as I watch the pleasure engulf your body. 

At this point not a word before you say, "Yes! More please." 

"As you wish Miss Pierce," I reply with candle already in hand. Another few drops on your freshly bathed skin and you wince once more. 

"Good girl," I smile, "your reward Miss Pierce." This time, no tease...my tongue has been craving you and I'm so pleased to feel your soft clitoris swell in my mouth. You are getting the idea and your fight is gone. When I cease you look disappointed, not knowing how I desperately want to continue more than you do. 

"I need for you to relax, please," as I produce the next of my new tools. Although new you recognize the shape and know what its for, you don't recognize it. It has already been prepped and I begin the process of inserting it into your inner sanctum. It always takes a bit of coaxing and teasing before your body accepts it. We both know that this is required to bring you to the deepest of orgasms we both crave. 

Another, please Sir," you whisper, defiance gone. A sharp sting and you recognize I have moved on with the tools I purchased. 

You can't pick out its shape as your vision has blurred in anticipation of what may come next as your reward. I take my place directly in front of you and grasp your right leg firmly. With full access, I enter you ever so slightly and begin a sultry rhythm. I have to deny myself for your greater good and slowly exit the extract of your soft warmth. 

"YES ALREADY!" you exasperate. Three sharp stings with time in-between for the sensations to take their effects. You raise your head with newfound fight and with piercing eyes: "I want more and you better make it worthwhile this time!" 

I love your spunk and I am beyond turned on. I'm happy to accommodate as I feel its time for your first orgasm. 

You welcome the pain, as you know I am always careful to pay attention. "Good girl," I smile as I kneel before you. Those were a few serious licks you took and now its time for your reward. You know I love pleasuring you and generally take my time but you have been teased enough. Your velvet smooth sex on my tongue was nearly more than I could take and had to focus on not releasing myself. 

Relentlessly I continue my work, knowing full well how to achieve my goal. As you swell I am pleased to feel your body tense up before releasing uncontrollably. I savor you and slowly rise to gaze upon your beauty. I am happy to give you time to come too before kissing you softly on my favorite place on the inside of your thigh. 

"Come with me Lover," I whisper in your ear as I gently remove your restraints. No words, just a smile as you reach up for me. I take ahold of you and lead you to the fireplace. This was a first for us both but by now your inhibitions have gone and you know that tonight is all about you. It was a magnificent piece. Hand crafted wrought iron shaped in a square, nearly as tall as the ceiling and the floor beneath covered in cushions and fine linen. 

"How do you want me?" 

I throw a couple more logs on the fire and face you away from it. Hands in the air and now once more restrained, the fire crackles fiercely. I have taken extra measures to ensure the proximity to the fire so the flame nips at your skin. You are majestic, like a work of fine art and I am mesmerized by your stunning beauty. Your only weapons are your eyes and they are taking their effect. I want so badly to take you for my own pleasure but this is your special night. After all, there will be plenty of time spent here, I'm sure.

I wrap my arms around you from behind to allow myself the felling of your fire warmed skin on my chest and the kiss I so needed. 

"Shall we continue Miss Pierce?" You nod and smile. "Say it!" I say, forcing myself to follow my own rules. 

"I am ready for more please Sir." I reach down and find your sweet spot once more to remind you of what you have coming. Slowly I remove the plug and select another shaped differently. This one was a series of balls attached with a ring on the end. As you feel the last of it make its exit, I know you want more. 

"This time you must hold perfectly still and your reward will be what you want." 

"Ok.... um I mean yes Sir," you utter, lacking the tool you love so much. I produce a bucket of ice and step back from you a moment. I can feel the fire nipping at my own skin and know the temperature is just right. 

The slightest sting followed by an ice cube gradually making its way from your neck to your lower back makes you squirm. 

"I said stay still, yes?" followed by the same act. Three times the ceremony continues before you manage to focus yourself on the pleasure you have in store. "Good girl," I smile as I begin with the new toy. I know this is one of your favorites so I bought a new one recommended by the boutique as being highly effective. As your body welcomes it I watch that ever familiar arching of your back. I am crazed by now and am having a hard time keeping focused. 

I produce a candle once more and watch a few drops roll down your shoulder and slightly down your chest. I peel away the wax and follow with another cube. Several times over I continue until I can take no more. 

I find myself in front of you again, crazed and hardly aware of my own actions. You are the object of my desire and I enter you easily. This time the slow, steady rhythm is no more as I give in to my own desires. 

"My Birthday Girl deserves a good and proper fucking, yes?" I manage to gasp. 

"YES!" your reply as our bodies become one. "Come with me please," you scream as we begin to swell. I had so much more planned and had so tried to deny myself, but succumb to your request. I explode with a fury and feel you receiving me with such intent as you release yet again. 

Time stood still as us. The fires heat coaxing us out of our blur causes me to realize you are still standing, restrained and barely standing on your own. "Come here Beautiful," I embellish as I pick you up ever so lovingly and carry you to the bed. "You were amazing tonight my Belle." 

As you curl up into my arms exhausted, I am so pleased. Although this is your Birthday weekend and I have much more planned, I am happy with the results thus far. You need your rest for the next few nights. I watch as you drift off with a smile on your face. 

"Happy Birthday my Belle," I whisper and kiss your neck. 

"Thank you," you purr..." I love Birthdays." Sleep. The deepest sleep.



The Birthday Present



Master calls me and tells me to be ready at the door, naked, on my knees. I wait for an hour before they arrive. It is an excruciating, emotionally tormenting wait, but I'm excited that I know I am obeying him. Nothing makes me happier than to please my Master. I pinch my nipples, play with my dripping cunt and edge several times before I hear him drive in. It takes another 15 minutes before I hear the car doors and hear talking and laughing as they come up the walk.

The door opens and I look up at him. He immediately smacks my face and orders me "eyes down!" I drop my gaze and see a beautiful pair of patent leather, spiked heeled ankles step in front of me and stop. "This is her? I understand why you need other women; she looks like a pathetic, little cunt. Why did you ever marry her?"

"She was a beauty when I met her. She was a challenge to train, she thought she was in charge, it took years to break her into the cuckquean slave she is today. She has put on some weight, and when she couldn't lose it, that's when I broke her spirit, she understood that I would find more attractive women to fuck and that if she wanted to continue the relationship she better start serving me as a sex and domestic slave. She serves me well. That's why I married her. Now I only refer to her as cunt, toilet, pig or whore. Call her whatever you want but please, no longer refer to it as "her," it goes to her head and she forgets her place."

I've heard him recite this many times to the whores he brings home. I always know I am his slave though and will never be replaced. He needs me and I need him. We are bonded together in this Master/slave dynamic and no one will ever replace me. They come, they go. I serve him and them while they are here. He gives them no control over me; he is the only one that can tell me what to do.

He grabs a handful of my hair and shoves my face down to her feet. "Lick her feet whore!" I dutifully start licking the top part of her foot, she slowly moves the two of her pointy shoe into my mouth as Master pushes from the back of my head. Startled, I pull back. He has never told me to do this to anyone else. This feels different than all the other times.

"Stupid little pig! Lick my shoe clean!" she barks. My tongue runs along the slick shiny shoe. I smell her musky perfume as she reaches down and gently strokes my face. I turn my head toward her hand...SMACK!! She cracks me across the face. Master laughs and says, "Nice. Show her that you are the boss and use her and abuse her as you wish."

I look up to see who this woman is that Master has given power to use me as he does. I expect to feel another smack from Master for looking up but I can't resist. She has long black hair, straight and shiny, eyes that are dark and piercing. Bright red lipstick that matches her tight, short scarlet dress. Her porcelain skin appears flawless compared to my ruddy, olive skin. Perfect, perky C cup breasts, cupped in a black lacy bra peeking seductively out of her dress. A deep pang in my chest and sense of inferiority washes over me. Of course Master would want her. She is prettier and classier than all the rest of them. I can feel her energy. I meet all of his needs domestically and of course I am used as a cum dump. I am not her. She is here to fulfill him in ways I can't. I can feel it.

Master reaches under my chin to direct my gaze towards his eyes. "Meet Sophia, my girlfriend and your new Mistress pig. You will address her as Mistress Sophia or Mistress at all times. You will obey her as you do me. She will punish you for not obeying or complying with her wishes. If I hear from her that you do not respect her rule over you in any way, you will be punished twice as hard by me. Say hello."

"Hello Mistress Sophia."

"Hello pig." Lower your gaze and go get me an extra dirty martini, three olives."

I start to get up to retrieve her drink...SMACK!!! Her hand meets my right cheek and and upper lip.... SMACK!! My left cheek is now stinging more than the right. My tongue instinctively goes to my sore lip, the metallic taste of blood trickles into my mouth. My head is spinning from the blows and in complete confusion.

"You let her walk on two legs without permission?"

"I do, but you my train her however you wish. She will learn fast if you continue to treat her like the slave pig she is. "

Train me however she wishes?? WTF??

"You may never stand from a kneeling position unless you are instructed to! Assume you will crawl everywhere otherwise. You will crawl to the kitchen, then you may get up, fix my drink and bring it to me. Go!!"

OMG!! Is this for real? Certainly Master would not let her make me crawl everywhere. I glance up at Master. Without words, my confused look asks him what is happening. He grabs my hair, snaps my head back and spits in my face. "Go now pig!!"

It's real. She is now my Mistress and they obviously are not fooling around. I start to crawl on the wood floor towards the kitchen in disbelief. As I turn to go, I am kicked hard in the ass and I fall forward on my face.

"You had better remember that if you do not listen or immediately respond to your punishment from your Mistress, you will be punished again twice as hard by me." Master calmly continues, "How stupid for you to already have messed up. I told Sophia that you were a good slave, you better start acting as such."

"Yes Sir." I pick myself back up and continue to crawl away in shame for being so stupid.

"Well, at least she is prettier than I expected. I will get her trained well after I move in next week. I will enjoy using her baby, thank you so much." I can hear her from the kitchen as I'm making her drink. 

I find they moved to the living room, cuddling on the couch in front of the fire. I carry her drink to her and hand Master a beer.

"Take her shoes off, then go upstairs to the bedroom." Obediently, I remove her shoes. She sticks her toes in my mouth just as she did earlier but much slower and sensually. I look up at her and she is completely ignoring me as Master is kissing her deeply and passionately. I have never seen him kiss anyone else like that but me.

Her hand is rubbing his hard cock under his pants. He has her perfect breast cupped, then sits back and in one quick grab with both hands pulls her dress and bra to the sides of her milky, white orbs. He reaches up and rolls her dark, hard nipple between his fingers. "Crawl." He doesn't even look at me.

Slowly, I drop and start crawling toward the stairs. "Go sit in your chair."

The chair is where I've watched Master fuck many women while they either ignore me or wait until I am instructed to service his whores however he instructs. Prepare them with my tongue, lick their pussies and assholes until they are hot and wet for him. Lick and suck their nipples until they are hard for him. He will usually just push me away and order me to sit. I go back to my chair, watch and wish it was me. My pussy drips and aches for his cock as they mentally torment me. I love it. The jealousy, envy mixed with watching him gently or roughly fucks them, while I am denied any release is so humiliating and exquisite at the same time.

My heart is beating so hard. Mistress?? Move in next week?? The shock of being treated like I was downstairs is melting away and the reality of what is really happening starts to sink in. He likes fucking other pussies, I never expected this though. My heart is heavy and is sinking fast and hard. I never knew this could happen.... Mistress Sophia.

The sound of them coming up the stairs startles me and shakes me out of my confused misery. The door swings open and Mistress Sophia walks in naked. Beautiful. Long legs, smooth pussy, perky, perfect real breasts.

"Come pig."

I drop off the chair to my knees, look down and crawl to her. Her hand pulls my face into her musky, dripping pussy. My tongue finds her clit and I start gently flicking it gently. God she tastes good. My tongue explores her folds as she starts pushing harder against my face it's hard to breathe.

Without warning, I feel Master's hard cock replace her hand on the back of my head. He is embracing her and kissing her above me as he pushes me harder and deeper into her cunt. "Happy Birthday Baby, I hope you like your gift."

"It is the most disgusting pig ever. I love it."



The Birthday Present



My boyfriend's birthday was coming up. I wanted to get him something extra special. He had been doing sweet things for me lately, like leaving a flower in my underwear drawer or making me French toast with strawberries and whipped cream. I wanted to do something big for him. We had been dating for about a year, and we liked to keep our love life spicy. We loved to play, and we had a lot of fun coming up with new ways to please each other. 

We were really into role play. Sometimes one of us would be the foreign exchange student, seducing the host-sibling right in the house. Language and cultural barriers could lead to smoldering, confusing sexual tension. Or I was the maid, who couldn't keep from humping the furniture and gets caught by the man of the house. We were careful to script it before acting it out, to make sure it went the way we wanted it to. 

I loved to blow him wherever. One time I sucked him off while he was driving through town, and he blew his load in my face right when we arrived at the store. I walked in proudly, working his sticky juice into my hair like it was fancy hair product. 

And now his birthday was coming up. He had brought up the idea of having three-way play time with another girl. At first I didn't even want to talk about it. I couldn't imagine bringing someone else into our bedroom. Could he fall for another girl, just by fucking her? Would I lose him if we opened up our relationship in this way? Then I wanted to talk about it. I became curious, wondering about the possibilities. I told him that I was a little insecure but also intrigued. He told me that I had nothing to worry about, that he loved me the most and it was something that could bring us closer together. 

Then I wanted it. I started thinking about pussy, and boobs in my face. What would another girl taste like? I wondered. Would I like it? Would she be respectful of our bond? We talked about our questions and hesitations. He reassured me that it would be for us, that he had no intention of leaving me, that no girl even came close. His words made me very wet, and I put his fingers down on my slippery clit and wrapped myself around him. I felt safe and protected in the sweetness of his arms.  

He was such a hot, delicious man. He had let his buddy watch us fuck one night at the river. Actually, he had let him taste me briefly, then he gave it to me right in front of him while his buddy jacked off. It made me feel naughty and smoldering hot. I figured I owed him one. 

We decided that I would choose the girl. I needed to be comfortable with her. He said he wasn't picky and he trusted me. So I went on a quest to find the perfect girl. Not too hot, but not a dog. Single, adventurous, but not too skanky. I ended up at the local bar and I had barely finished my first drink when I looked around and spotted her: Lulu. 

I had known Lulu for a while. She was a spunky cutie pie, with long, amber-colored hair. She had tried to get in my pants a few times in the past, but I always resisted. I thought she was hot but I never wanted to go down that road before. I noticed she had dipped the tips of her hair in red dye and it almost looked like she was on fire. "Lulu!" I said. 

"Hey, love!" she cried and kissed me on the lips as a greeting. That was Lulu. I touched her hair and asked her how she was. She said she was smashing. She looked to be half-drunk already and was sipping off another one in her hand. I asked her if she had ever been in a threesome with another couple. That was me. Direct. 

She said, "Hell yeah! You mean you haven't? Honey! Are you guys...are you thinking..." and I told her yes, we were thinking, and that I thought she was a good candidate. She gulped her drink and said, "Your man is hot! I would tap that in a heartbeat. But only if you wanted me to! It's whatever you want, girl." She was forward, honest, and respectful with boundaries. I liked those qualities in a potential play buddy. I felt I could trust Lulu to keep it light. 

She told me she was super flattered by my offer and down to pound. Or whatever I wanted. I knew Lulu went both ways. She was known to be a little loose, a little bit alcoholic and a little bit crazy. Perfect. My pulse increased at the thought of seeing her naked, letting her lick me. Did I want her to fuck my boyfriend? I wasn't sure. It made me feel squeamish, but if he was going to fuck someone else, I'd rather be involved than not. 

I told her if she was into it, then to meet us at the house tomorrow night at ten. She was into it. She said, "Baby girl, you are going to love it," and I could tell by the way she looked at me while pressing against my breast that she was feeling some heat. 

I told her it was my boyfriend's birthday present, so it was about pleasing him, and that I'd give her a hundred bucks to donate to the cause. She squealed and kissed me on the lips again, squeezed my ass. "See you then!" she cried, and she was off, soliciting a drink from whoever was nearby. 

I went home, feeling slippery wet. I shed my clothes in the dark and slid in next to my boyfriend's warm body, straddling his thigh, squeezing it tight. I went under the sheet and put my mouth on his sleeping member, and within a few moments he was hard. I sucked his balls and his beautiful cock until he was really stiff, and then I slid on top of him. He was half-asleep, eyes closed, but awake enough to stay rock hard inside of me. I pushed deep down onto him a few times, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone, and we both came easily, falling into each other's warm embrace. 

I whispered softly to him, "Baby I think I found someone for us. A hot girl who's totally down." He said he was happy, and that he didn't want to know who it was. He liked surprises. We kissed for a little while, and then fell asleep, breathing each other's air and nestling close. 

The next day we carried on as usual. That evening I made him a wonderful dinner and we drank some wine. I started to get nervous, and he told me to relax, that this would be fun. We went into the bedroom and began fooling around, and shortly after ten we heard a knock at the door. 

"That's her! You wait here, I'll get it!" I ran to the door, tousled and buzzed, and threw it open. My heart was thudding. There she was. "Lulu!" I cried. She looked like dynamite in a light blue tube top and tight orange pants. She was carrying a brown paper bag. "And you brought..." 

Holy Shit. She brought Mia. Lulu leaned in and gave me a kiss and a hug, said, "You know Mia, right? I hope it's ok I brought her. I just ran into her at the bar and I was so excited, and she was so into it, I just thought maybe we could bring her in...plus she could use the cash!" 

"Hey Mia," I said, and she leaned in and kissed my cheek, gave me her sultry gaze. She was petite, dark, but still had curves. She was quiet with sleepy-looking eyes, and she was known to be a kind of a partier. She looked smoking hot in a tight black mini dress and boots, her eyes had a little glow, and I thought, what the hell, bring Mia in. 

My heart pounded harder, and my clit was twitching as I began to imagine the possibilities. I thought Mia was more into girls than guys, and I was curious to see how the night would go. I had never been with a girl, other than kissing, and I still wasn't sure if I wanted to or not. The night was young. 

The girls came into the bedroom and I said, "Surprise, our girl brought a friend! This is Lulu and Mia, they are here at your service," and I did a theatrical bow for my man, tilting my invisible hat. 

He looked a little nervous, but he smiled big and said, "Welcome, ladies." The girls giggled and took swigs off the bottle, followed by sips of root beer. They said we were a hot couple and that they were excited to be here. We passed around the drinks and then I lay down next to my boyfriend and we started making out. He told me the girls were cute, and that he hoped he could deliver. He put his long fingers inside me and stroked softly, pulling the wetness to the surface and rubbing it onto my clit. 

"We're here for you, baby," I whispered. I was squeezing his silky hard dick, wanting to put it in my mouth, taste the salty fluid that was oozing out of the tip. 

I looked up and the girls were making out too. They were moving their hands under each other's clothing, sliding their fingers into each other's undies. Mia put her hands under Lulu's top and lifted it off. Lulu's breasts were small and her nipples were pinky-orange, like tiny fruits. Mia squeezed them, then sucked, and I got a charge in my clit and pushed against my boy's swollen cock. 

Their clothes were slipping off, and soon we were all naked. My boyfriend lay on his back and closed his eyes. We all took turns sucking on him, crowding around his glistening hard cock, massaging his balls, trying to see if we could all get our mouths on there at the same time. He put his hands over his face and said, "Oh my god," and then Lulu whispered that she was wanted to taste me. I felt a jolt of electricity straight to my crotch. Girl tongue in my puss, for the first time! 

I was slippery wet by this point. I lay down next to my boy and we looked at each other, smiling. He bit my lip and told me he loved me, and I felt like the luckiest girl alive. He squeezed my hand and then I felt Lulu pushing my legs apart and diving into my throbbing crotch. I moaned deeply. She was saying "Mmmm" as she licked me everywhere. "Oh my god you taste good!" she cried, and I was flooded with heat. De-virginized, I was thinking, at least in that way. Her tongue was hot and she licked me deeply, over the length of my entire vulva. It felt amazing, causing ripples of heat to move through me, tingling my toes. It made me want something inside, pushing into me. 

Mia was sucking on my boyfriend's dick, and then she came up for air and said, "Switch." Her and Lulu switched places, and I scooted closer to my boy and kissed him deeply. Mia told me that she had been dying to lick me for ages. Really? Did I know her that long? I was trying to remember when I met her, and then her soft, warm tongue was pressing my clit, licking my vulva, while her hands stroked my thighs and ass. She seemed to know all the right ways to touch me down there, sliding her tongue over me with ease and lust. I opened wider for her and pushed my hips into her face. I started to feel hot with need. I had never been brought to orgasm by a girl before, and part of me was afraid I wouldn't be able to. 

Lulu seemed to be doing a good job devouring my boy's beautiful cock because he was losing his self-control. She was sucking furiously, wrapping her hands around him and twisting them in opposite directions. She massaged his balls, pulling them away from his cock, and I think she was trying to finger his ass. I looked away, enjoying the look on my man's face when he seemed to melt, morph into a wolf-like creature as his ecstasy rose. 

He started saying, "Oh god, oh god, baby," and then he reached for me. We scooted closer together and found each other's mouths, kissing sloppily, squeezing our hands together. I told Lulu to go deep, take it all in baby. 

Mia was using her entire tongue, her lips, her hands, and it felt like I was being licked everywhere. At one point it felt like she had three hands and two mouths, and I felt a tremendous pressure building in my clit and radiating outward into the rest of my body. I knew I was going to come and I started moaning, reaching for my boyfriend. 

"Oh damn!" I called out and the girls increased their pace. We were all wiggling around and when I felt my boyfriend squeeze my hand tightly, I knew he was about to come. I pushed my hips into Mia's face and she licked my clit hard while sliding her fingers in and out of me. I couldn't hold back and I came with a shuddering moan, feeling the waves of heat move through my body. 

My boy was making noises in his throat and I knew he was letting it go as well. "Oh fuck!" he cried, and then his entire body started shaking as he released his load. Lulu stayed glued to him like a champion, taking in his warm juice, letting most of it dribble down her face, saying, "Ummmm." He was breathing hard, eyes closed. I think he was smiling, but it was hard to tell because I was smooching his entire face. 

The girls asked us if we liked it, and we said yes. They said they liked it too. They went in the bathroom to rinse off. "That was fucking amazing," I said, and my boyfriend murmured agreement, pulling me closer. "Babe," I said, "do you want to fuck those girls?" He looked me in the eyes, brushed some hair off my face, and kissed me deeply. 

"I don't know," he said. He told me he was definitely enjoying himself, but he wasn't feeling the need to get all up inside the girls. He didn't want to think about who else they'd been with, and imagining being inside them made him feel a little strange. 

The girls came out of the bathroom, shiny damp and naked. Fire and milk chocolate. They took a few drinks from the bottle and asked who was up for round two. Mia said she had a toy and to our amusement, she pulled out a nice big black strap-on, the dick part arising from a little red heart-shaped pillow. Adorable. 

I said, "Wow, who's gonna use that on who?" My mind spun with the possibilities and I felt warmth flood into my clit. 

The girls laughed and said however we wanted it. My boyfriend asked if I wanted to ride on top of it. "Kind of," I said. "What do you want, baby?" He said he wanted to watch me ride the strap-on while he fucked my ass. We had talked about doing that in the past, except with my vibrator, but this could be even better. 

Lulu wanted to wear the strap-on while Mia sat on her face. We moved around until we got the best position. Lulu was on her back, legs open, stroking herself. Mia sat down on her gently, facing towards me. She was on her knees, suspended over Lulu's waiting tongue. She sat down lightly, moving back and forth and I noticed her mouth fall open and some drool forming on her lips. "Oh god," she said, "that feels fucking good, Lu." 

The strap-on was kind of big and I wasn't sure if it would fit. Lulu pushed her fingers inside of me, going in deep and stretching me out. I was juicy wet and with some help, I managed to slide down on it, inch by inch. I had fucked plenty of vibrators, but never a big strap-on, especially one that was attached to a sexy, petite girl. It made me giggle, but it also felt good to feel the hard inside, while stroking the silky softness of her breasts. She looked like a little fairy, and the fact that she was fucking me with a huge black dick added to the delicious naughtiness of the moment. 

Mia leaned forward and licked my clit. Her tongue sent a jolt through me and I shivered. I sat back to give her a better angle. Then she sat up and I leaned over and licked her clit, enjoying my first taste of sweet-salty girl mystery. 

She put her hand in my hair and moved my head so that I could get a better angle, rising upwards, and I licked her deeply. She tasted sweeter than I expected, and she told me that it felt soo good. I circled around her clit, and then I pressed my tongue against it, while she tilted her pelvis into my face. I licked her smooth, wet silkiness, then kissed her dark fur and eased her back onto Lulu's face. I told her she was yummy. She said it felt amazing, that I could lick her anytime I wanted to. 

I sat up and leaned towards her, taking her red lips into my mouth and we started making out while I bounced up and down on the black dildo. I was opening up and I felt it going a little deeper, massaging my insides. Mia's mouth was super soft and sweet-tasting, like root beer. The wetness of her mouth made me wetter in the crotch, and I felt myself getting slippery. Mia was making little mewing noises while she pushed her hips around on Lulu's face, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Oh my GOD!" she said, and reached for my hands to steady herself. 

I felt my boyfriend coming up behind me. He put him arms around me and told me I was sexy. He said, "You girls are too, but this one...she's something else," and then he squeezed my breasts in his big warm hands while he sucked on my neck. I turned my head and kissed him deeply. He was such a babe. 

He massaged my ass with a little oil, rubbing it all over, and I took his cock in my hand and stroked it lightly with some of the oil. I leaned forward to give him easier access, and he said I looked good. He was loving the show, loving that it wasn't all about his performance, but more about everyone having fun with each other. 

I felt him enter me slowly, hands on my hips, then arms around me, squeezing my breasts and biting my neck. It felt a little tight, but I started to loosen up, and soon he was sliding in and out with ease and we all had a good rhythm going. 

It wasn't always my favorite, but with him, sometimes it was. Maybe it was the way he held me so gently, kissing my neck lightly while he pushed it in hard. Maybe it was because I knew he loved it. Whatever it was, he was good at it and I wanted to please him. He held my hips and shoved into my ass while I pushed down on the strap-on. Lulu was thrusting her hips up, pushing the dildo into me and soon I felt like I was floating on air and didn't have to do a thing. My body was flooded with heat and I felt the tension increase, causing us all to squirm around. 

I had never been fully penetrated in both holes, although I had thought about it a lot. It was more incredible than I could have imagined. I felt so full, all of me was being massaged on the inside, while my nerve endings buzzed and my skin became ultra-sensitive. My boy touched my clit and I gave a little cry. 

I never felt dirty with my boyfriend. If I ever got squeamish about anything, he would just whisper, "Baby it's all love. It's just love. Everything in love is natural, and we don't have to do anything you don't want to do." I thought of his sweet words and was flooded with gratitude that such a beautiful man existed, and that I had the pleasure and honor of ravaging him. 

Mia was riding Lulu's face like a pony, and we held hands for balance, leaning in to kiss or touch each other's bodies. Her firm, light brown breasts were bouncing all around, and I reached out and squeezed her nipples. She said she was going to come hard. 

We all started making very loud moaning noises, and I imagine the neighbors loved it. I could tell by the swollen thickness of my boyfriend's cock that he was close to exploding. I cried out and Mia put her hands on my breasts, and then my clit. I rubbed myself over her soft, wet fingers, feeling the thickness inside of me, everywhere, and soon I was exploding in an ecstatic, slippery mess of fluid and sweaty skin. All of our bodies rocked together hard, and then crumpled down onto the bunched-up sheets. 

My boyfriend pulled out and said, "Oh damn." He rubbed his trickling juice into my thighs and then smacked my booty. "Baby you're the best," he said, and then flopped onto the bed. He was incredibly spent, and totally satisfied. 

I got off the big black dildo and Mia fell over sideways onto the bed. Lulu looked pretty worked over, her hair forming a big bright halo around her sticky face. She pulled off the strap-on, and said she got off from fucking me and Mia at the same time. Girlfriend's got skills, I was thinking, as I noticed a trickle of juice running down her crack and pooling between her thighs. 

We all lay there for a while, panting and saying "Mmm." My boyfriend crawled over and spooned me, squeezing me tight and pulling the blanket over us. He told the girls that they were truly amazing, unforgettable night, and they could pass out in the guest bedroom, if they wanted to. 





The Birthday Present



They climbed on top of us and hugged us through the blanket. They told us that they were wild, but this night was way up there. They said they had so much fun, but should be going. I told them they rocked, there was money in the cookie jar, and they could take what I said earlier. They giggled and made a joke about high-class prostitution being a good career move. I said, "It's a birthday present! You girls deserve it, fucking champions!" and I heard them laughing as they let themselves out. 

I snuggled up to my boy, all warm and sleepy and musky-scented. He said that the night really was amazing, those girls were nuts, and that I was the best girl in the world. He thanked me for the gift, said it was unbelievable. He told me he had fun, but that his favorite was just to be with me, that I was his sexy little ho. What a complete and total babe, I was thinking, as I fell asleep in his warm arms.



The Birthday Present



"Happy Birthday"

She was very pleasantly surprised that he'd remembered. They'd only been seeing each other for a few months. This was a good sign, she decided.

He handed her a long thin case covered in black velvet, a foot or maybe in length and three or four inches wide. She had no idea what the gift might be. She thought she had dropped sufficient hints about her favourite jewellery designer over the last few weeks, such as lingering at the shop window and leaving the webpage open on the laptop, but this box was way too big for any of the delicate pieces she had been hoping for. So she opened the box slowly, anxiously.

"Oh". She could not hide her disappointment.

Laying in the box was a very long, and very plain string of pearls. She had no idea if they were real. Nor did she care. She hated pearls. She had never worn any or expressed any interest in doing so. So why on earth would he buy her these?

He must have seen the puzzled slightly annoyed look in her eyes. "Don't worry, I haven't gone mad. Trust me, you'll like them"

She had trusted him on several occasions in the past and, sure enough, it had always been hugely enjoyable. She just couldn't see where he was going with this bloody awful necklace though.

He took the box from her hands and lay it on the bed next to them. Kissing her deep on the mouth he gently urged her backwards, until they were lying side by side. He was such a good kisser that she all but forgot the unwanted gift, particularly when she felt his hands pushing up under her skirt, stroking her thighs.

His mouth moved to her neck, the spot he knew sent shivers through her body, and started to kiss and gently bite her there. At the same time he had pushed her skirt up around her waist and one hand was slipping down the front of her black lace panties, two fingers sliding easily inside her wet sex.

He shifted on the bed and in a moment his face was between her legs as he gently but firmly pushed her thighs apart. He pulled her panties to one side and then his skilled tongue was darting here and there. One moment dipping between her swollen pussy lips, the next flicking at her throbbing clit.

His fingers were busy too and before long she was grasping at the duvet beneath her as he flicked at her burning clit with the tip of his tongue whilst two fingers slid in and out of her pussy and another too were playing, stretching her asshole.

Then she felt something small round and hard entering her pussy. Several small round balls going in one after one. The pearl necklace! She smiled as she heard the soft clacking of the pearls against each other as the necklace snaked its way inside her, urged in by his deft fingers and accompanied by his gentle sucking on her clit. Of course he never intended her to wear them - well not on the outside at any rate!

Soon she was starting to feel full of the beads inside her. She thought of how long the necklace had looked in its box. The loop had doubled back on itself so it must have been four feet in total. Way too much for her to take all in. Then suddenly he was easing her legs back so her knees were on her chest, and she felt beads nudging at her tight asshole - oh God, he was going to fill both her holes with the string of pearls!

He fed them in more slowly than he had the ones in her pussy, popping them in one, maybe two at a time, his thumb rubbing slowly on her clit all the while.

Soon he was done and bounced up beside her to kiss her full on the lips - she could taste herself on his mouth.

"Take a look. I think they really suit you!" he beamed at her.

Propping herself up on the bed and looking down at the wall mirror at the bottom of the bed, she parted her legs. Running the few inches between her pussy and her asshole were two parallel lines of shiny beads. God it looked sexy. 

She watched as he moved his hand back down between her legs, as his fingers played with the beads, just running them up and down the two lines, tracing their course. It felt so damn good and she gasped as he tugged on the beads, really lightly so as not to enough to pull any out of her.

"Right, best get dressed and make yourself gorgeous, sexy girl. We're off out, remember?" he said as he pulled her panties back into place.

Out? Oh God yes, he had told her minutes before he gave her the present that he'd booked a table at the new trendy bar across the road. And he was taking her there now, with both holes stuffed full of beads!

The walk to the bar was literally a few hundred yards from the hotel lobby, but the sensations she was experiencing between her legs were nearly enough to make her collapse in a heap on a couple of occasions along the way. So it was with some relief that she eventually slid into one if the leather tub chairs on the balcony, with an amazing view of the Thames and Tower Bridge.

"These must be the best seats in tbe place" she whispered as the waiter came over from the bar with a bottle of fine champagne which he placed in an ice bucket after pouring their first glasses.

"I feel so naughty" she said as she cast her eye around the busy bar. What would the throngs of after work drinkers and courting couples think if they knew she had a hundred or more beads rubbing away against each other inside her?

Each shift she made in her chair caused a chain reaction throughout the length of the necklace, pushing against the walls of her pussy and ass. She grabbed hold of the chair arms to steady herself.

He put his hand on her thigh, just below the hem of her short skirt. He knew how much she loved being touched like this when they were out in public, and soon his fingers slipped under the hem and caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh under her skirt. In normal circumstances this would send shivers of pleasure though her and start making her a little wet. On this occasion it was causing absolute havoc between her legs and those shivers were bordering on spasms.

He leant close, kissed her lightly on the lips and for the second time that evening said "Happy Birthday" as he produced another box, this one far smaller than the one that had contained the string of pearls that were now so intimately stretching her.

She was shaking as she opened the box, and the surge of elation she felt when she saw the elegant silver pendant she had been coveting almost made her come there and then. He carefully took the chain from the box and clipped it in place around her neck.

As he did so he kissed her lightly on her neck, just where it met her shoulder. Oh God, he knew how much she liked it there. This was too much! The excitement of her gifts, the sexiness of the situation, the feel of his touch.

"You like?" he whispered as he planted a few more butterly kisses on her neck and a hand reached down to stroke her thigh. Her legs were shaking, twitching involuntarily as a long slow climax flowed through her body.

As she recovered, her eyes scanned the bar, for a moment she had forgotten where she was. Now as her eyes darted around she was sure everyone must be watching them virtually having sex out on the balcony, but the bar seemed oblivious to them.

His hand left her thigh... and handed her her glass of champagne. She realised that her hands were still gripping the arms of the chair. Taking the drink from him she relaxed and smiled at him.

"What a lovely birthday surprise" she said.

"Oh it's not over yet" he said "Not by a long chalk. When we've finished off this bottle I'm taking you back to the hotel. And we're going to have some fun taking those pearls out!!"