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Gifts

By: PaulUK



Not reality, but a memory all the same. Names have been changed to protect the guilty...

*****

Afterwards, we lay together in the tangled sheets, the air about us hot and humid, like a summer's day in some exotic climate. Belinda's head lay on my chest, her wild mane of black hair spread across my chest and throat. I stroked her back lightly with both hands, noticing the contrast between us. I'm not pale, but my flesh looked ghostly against the rich mocha of her shoulders and back.

I could feel her lips against me. She was kissing my nipple gently. Her mouth was wet.

After a while, she lifted her head, and there was a rich smile on her face. I could still see something in her eyes, a remnant of the reserve and hesitation she had shown about me since the day we met, but something had changed. After what had just happened, things couldn't stay the same between us.

Her dress clung to her magnificent body, emphasizing - no, glorifying - her full breasts and lithe limbs. Her smile was full and unrestrained, white teeth gleaming between her glistening lips.

She spoke with the exotic accent of Latin American, rich and rolling, full and sensuous. I could have just lain there, listening to her say my name.

"Paul, was that what you wanted from me?"

I swallowed hard. What could I say? I had been praying for this moment from the first time we had been together, when I stolen a kiss from her, and then we had talked for hours. We had been talking ever since, it seemed.

Belinda didn't wait for my answer. Instead the giggled, almost girlishly, and looked down at my softening penis, still wet from her mouth.

"You were so much bigger than I expected," she said. "I had to open so wide." She licked her lips as if to emphasise the point. "I love how you taste."

She moved and lay beside me, our heads level now, so we could look eye-to-eye as we talked. Her hands were on my chest, moving up and down. I stroked her hair and face, and tried not to think about how badly I wanted to see her naked.

"Was this how you expected it would be?" she asked.

"No. Nothing about you is ever predictable." I found myself laughing. Belinda was a mystery to me; the only thing I had ever been certain about was my desire for her. And then suddenly, on this day, which had felt like any of the other days we had spent together, she had made me lie back on her bed, silencing my mouth with one finger, making me lie still on the sheets and not moving until I complied. She had unfastened my trousers, and taken my penis in her hand, drawing it clear with her hands, pushing my trousers and shorts far down my legs. Then she had taken me in her mouth, and made love to me in a dizzying rush of hot breath, warm lips and murmured words.

She swirled her head around the tip first, exploring me by touch and taste. I had been taken by surprise, and I was only then coming to erection, in her hand. She liked that, exulted in how she could make me grow by the deft movement of her mouth on my cock. She licked and teased under the head, and up and down the stiffening shaft. All the while I lay there, hands useless and still on the bed, unable to move, unable to speak, in case I broke the dream.

She inserted the tip of her tongue into the opening in my cockhead, wriggled it there. Then she took her tongue around the head and down, slowly drawing a line to my balls. She drew circles around them, sucked them in and cradled each in her mouth. She had one hand wrapped tight around my now-erect cock, and pumped it slowly up and down. When she kissed the underside of my balls I almost exploded.

She was soft with her mouth, rougher with her hand. She looked up at me. Her tongue traced back up the shaft, from root to tip.

"This is how I make love," she whispered. "Do you like it."

I moaned, nodded, struck mute like an idiot. She smiled again. She knew she had complete control of the situation. I was paralysed. I could feel her breath on my cock, and her hair all over my belly. I felt the moment could have ended in a heartbeat, as quickly as it began.

She extended her tongue. She had drawn back her hair on the side of her head that faced me, and her movements were exaggerated. She wanted me to watch. Belinda was filling all my senses, washing over me in every way possible. Slowly, she placed her lips on me. They tightened as she slid them over the head of my cock. She moved her head from side to side, turning, slowly moving down, opening her mouth into an almost perfect circle as she stretched her lips.

Never once did her tongue stop. It seemed to move as if by magic. It touched me in one place.. fluttered onto another. My body tensed from head to toe... my cock seemed to rise up a little harder and longer. She moved her head down slowly, and I felt her lips and tongue on every inch of my stiff shaft, traversing the course of every vein and muscle. Her other hand... the one that wasn't still stroking so firmly around the base of my cock, kneaded my balls.

She moved her hands and worked down. She told me afterwards that she wanted all of me in her mouth, that she wanted my man smell filling her nose as I filled her mouth. I tried not to want to push into her any harder, but the blood was rushing through my veins like white water. Belinda moaned a little as she tried to work her way down the last thick inch of my hard cock.

She sucked so hard... and it was so maddening. I couldn't control myself at all. She had complete command of me... she knew when I was rising towards my orgasm, and she would pause briefly, but never for long. The pleasure was just building all the time, and then she tightened her lips even more and her head moved in short, sharp strokes.

God.

She drank me down like fine wine or cool water. Savouring every drop. She took a long time... long after I had finished cumming. She kissed and licked me all over, then she drew back her hair, lay her head on my chest, and we lay like that in the silence for a long while.

*****

And that was how we had stayed for what seemed like half an hour, talking in brief passages of intimacy. She showed me where some drops of my cum had escaped her mouth and were pearling her throat. More had dribbled down to her breasts.

"That was my gift to you," she said.

I lay with this woman in the half-light of the evening, stroking her hair and feeling her breath and small kisses on my nipples. We had known each other only a short while, but I already knew that this truly was a gift, that when she gave of herself this way, it meant so much more than the simple act of affection or sex. Every step of our growing intimacy had been a delicate act of faith for her. There was something back there in her past. We had spoken around it, and I wasn't so stupid I couldn't guess the parts she chose to keep hidden.

The gift was to be treasured. But like any man, especially a man who knew this woman, I wanted more. And I told her so. I always told her so.

"You want to make love to me," she whispered from her place at my side.

"Yes, I do."

She thought about this for a while, as if it was some new revelation, although I had told her this from the start. I was trying to hard to take it slow with this woman, and yet the words spilled out, over and over.

"How badly do you want me?"

"Very badly. Want me to beg?"

She laughed a little. Then kissed me. Something mysterious flashed across her expression.

"What would you beg for? Tell me the words you would use."

"Well," I said, as the words came to me, "I would beg you to take off your dress."

"Yes?" Her hand reached down, and gently touched my wet penis.

"And to lie for me... on the bed."

"How?"

I looked down the length of her body, as she lay then, and I knew right away I was going to ask for it all.

"On your belly, Belinda, as you are now. I would beg you to lie on your front."

Her hand was more urgent on my cock. I was swallowing hard, trying to keep my mouth from saying too much, or drying and saying nothing at all.

"If you beg, Paul. I will do anything you want."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

I made a noise from the depths of my throat like a cat, and my cock stiffened in her hand. She stroked harder.

"Say the words you would use."

"Belinda... I want you. I want you now."

"Tell me how you would beg."

" 'Belinda... I am begging you. Let me make love to you. Let me make love to your ass.' "

A darkness crossed her face then, almost a sadness. But her hand was still pumping my cock, and she spoke almost without hesitation. There was a hoarseness there, a longing. I had said the wrong thing, and the right thing, all in the same words.

"You would hurt me. You would make me cry."

"No, I ... I would..." My voice floundered uselessly. I could make all the promises in the world now, but the truth was naked in the bed with us. And yet still that hand...

"You are so thick!" she moaned. We kissed then, and she masturbated me even harder. "Why would you want this?"

"Because I can't stop myself wanting it, Belinda. I want your complete surrender. Don't ask me why."

"You didn't like before, when I was in control?"

"Yes.. I did... but now I want you to lose control. I want you to need me so badly, you will give me anything."

She moaned, and we kissed violently. "Yes... anything."

"Belinda... please... take off your dress."

She didn't move... even her hand froze. Her lips were pressed to mine and her dark eyes widened.

"I beg you."

Naked, she was so perfect, so sexual, it made my heart pound. She got up onto her knees, pulled the dress over her head in one long, smooth movement, and tossed the garment to one side. Her full breasts rose and fell with the fast, short breaths she took. Her hands lay on her mocha-coloured thighs. The fingers twitched.

"Lie down. On your belly."

She slid down onto the sheets, moving gracefully, like a cat. Her breasts brushed the crumpled cotton as she lowered herself to the bed. Her eyes were brilliant, vivid. She stretched her limbs, her hands abover her head, her legs parting.

I pulled off my shirt, and as I moved behind her, kicked away my trousers and shorts. My cock was so hard that when I moved it barely swayed, it just stood out from me like another limb, hard and rigid.

And thick.

I lay along her back, much of my weight on my elbows and knees, but still the sank into the softness of the bed as she felt my whole body lie along hers, milk on chocolate. My thick penis nestled between the cheeks of her taut ass.

"Belinda..."

"I know," she whimpered.

I did it anyway. "I'm begging you, let me make love to your ass."

She moved her hips a fraction, and stroked me with her flesh. The small cries from her throat were like a distant child's.

"I'll be gentle," I promised.

"No you won't," she whispered. There was a small tear running from the corner of her eye, pooling on the bridge of her nose.

I prepared her with my fingers. When I touched her pussy, she was liquid there, molten chocolate. She sobbed and pressed against my hand, choked with desire, it seemed. I stroked her with my fingers, feeling her pressing back against them. I don't know if she climaxed. It seemed to me she did something more than that.

When I wet her anus, she pushed back even harder. She pressed her ass together, then relaxed. Held my fingers with her muscle. Lifted her hips and then plunged back to the bed. I stroked her ass with long, lingering, luxuriant thrusts of my fingers and she clutched the sheets and moaned, and spoke my name over and over.

We made love like that for over twenty or thirty minutes. I stroked her, fingered her, fucked her with my hand in her pussy and her ass. We were both covered in sweat, and when I lay on her back, we slid against each other like air on glass, touching but not touching. I felt her body against me at every part of where we joined, so hot, so yielding.

I rode her, stroked my cock between her cheeks, along the outside of her ass. I let her feel the hardness of me there, in the crease, while I slid a hand under her hips and stroked her clit. She came so hard we both yelled out loud in a room that was dark now with encroaching night.

Finally, the need was just too much.

I came over her. I flooded her with my semen, across her back and her thighs and in the furrow of her ass. I pumped over and over, and it almost didn't feel it could stop, but of course it did, when I was so empty, so week, I fell upon her with all my weight and we lay there together, sobbing with pleasure and breathing so hard.

I know this sounds stupid... but that was my gift to her.

And then later, before the dawn, I begged again.

Gifts



The big three-zero was very nearly upon me, much to my chagrin. When I was twenty, thirty seemed like a lifetime away. When I was twenty-five, thirty seemed like it was several decades away. Even when I turned twenty-nine, thirty still seemed rather far off into the future. 

But, thirty was upon me. And as I awoke and gazed upon my wife, I realized that even though she was still twenty-nine, she also would soon be thirty, that she was also getting old. 

Still very beautiful, but still getting old. 

Suddenly, I felt even older. 

*****

I worked a half-day on my thirtieth birthday, and that was only because I had an unavoidable meeting with the CEO that morning. 

On returning home, I was surprised to see two cars in the driveway, parked bumper to bumper: my wife's red Corvette, and a brand-new baby blue Eclipse, with the dealer tag still in the lower-left rear window. The tracks in the snow appeared rather fresh, and when I pressed my hand against the hood of each vehicle, I felt a slight warmth permeating the glove. Clearly, Justine had a guest, but given that I had not seen a baby blue Eclipse before, I wondered which of our friends would have recently bought a new car. 

My wife peered out the window as I walked from the garage to the front door, then greeted me as I stepped into the house. "Welcome home, Birthday Boy!" she said as she hugged me enthusiastically. 

"I certainly don't feel like a boy," I replied honestly and a little wearily following the three-hour meeting and the long drive home. 

"Well, your first birthday present is already waiting for you upstairs." 

"Okay. By the way, whose Mitsubishi is that in the driveway? Who bought a car recently?" 

My wife simply grinned, a glimmer of naughtiness in her eye. "Your present." 

That stopped me in my tracks. "My 'present?'" 

"Actually, her parents bought it for her. She's upstairs in the guest bedroom." 

I was so dumbfounded by the fact that my present was a person - a "her," a "she" - that Justine had to physically help me out of my winter coat and push me toward the staircase. When I opened the door to the guest bedroom, I was so incredibly amazed that if my jaw did indeed ricochet off the floor, I did not feel it. 

"She's all yours," my wife whispered, standing behind me. "Your fantasy awaits you. Happy birthday, sweetie." 

"Wait. Where did...? How did you...?" 

"She works at the small coffee shop near my office. She graduated high school a year early, spent the fall traveling, and now she's working part-time serving coffee to earn some money for when she goes to college. And, perhaps just as importantly, today just happens to be her eighteenth birthday! So go have some fun with your fantasy girl, with your birthday twin." 

Justine simply kissed my cheek, quickly fondled my growing erection, and left, closing the door to the guest room behind her. 

She was certainly small, perhaps only five feet tall... if wearing platform heels. With her tiny frame, her breasts seemed out of proportion, her nipples long and thick like tiny erections. Both pillows had been stacked underneath her head, her long lavender-dyed hair positioned to form a halo effect around her head. She wore no make-up, no jewelry, no clothing - nothing which might identify her other than the dyed hair and a prominent lengthy scar just below her right armpit. 

She could not see, for my wife's favorite blindfold kept her in a world of darkness. Although she remained still upon the bed, for thick leather cuffs encased her ankles and her wrists, with the cuffs connected by thick heavy silver chains to bolts in the posts of the king-size bed. She could not hear, for she wore DJ-style headphones with a lengthy cord running through the slots in the headboard and along the wall to the dresser, where the white noise machine stood proudly, its green indicator light signaling that it was indeed performing its calming duty. 

She was indeed my fantasy. I remembered the night of the honeymoon, when my newlywed wife had finally bared her body to me, just has she had bared her heart and her soul to me for so long. I remembered the lengthy foreplay as we slowly tore down the unspoken barriers which had prevented a truly complete joining up to that night. I remembered her soft cries in the curtain-filtered moonlight as I pleasured her first with fingers, then with lips. I remembered the expression of uncertainty battling with desire as I readied myself at her sacred portal, her low moan as I began to enter her body, her soft squeal of pain as I turned the girl I had long known and loved into a woman. 

...into my woman. 

Justine had once asked how we could have re-enacted that moment in my fantasy world if I could have had complete control over the situation. After a little thought, I had confessed that if I had known then what I had learned in the interim, I would have wanted her blindfolded, bound to the bed, and naked, completely vulnerable, completely on display for me when I entered her and made love to her for the very first time. 

My fantasy was upon the bed: blindfolded, bound to the bed, and naked, completely vulnerable, completely on display for me when I would enter her for the very first time. 

But while my fantasy lay before me, completely oblivious to the fact that I was in the guest bedroom with her, I was torn. It appeared that my wife truly wanted me to enjoy this most unexpected birthday gift, yet from the way I had been raised, I could not envision myself enjoying the charms of any other woman. 

Slowly, I paced the guest bedroom, my mind ablaze with thought, considering the consequences and the pleasures of going forward and indulging - quite literally - in my fantasy. My eyes kept returning to her, admiring her graceful curves, her apparent youth, her calm composure... 

My birthday twin was almost completely still upon the bed, making no movement whatsoever other than the gentle rise and fall of her breasts and the occasional flexing of her arms and legs to maintain circulation. It would have been nice if she would have at least struggled for me, just like Justine would struggle for me whether I was whipping her or not. 

Interestingly, my wife had not set out any of the floggers or the cane or the crops or the slappers or any of the other implements for granting pain, nor had she set out any of the bullets or vibrators or dildos or beads or other tools for granting pleasure. Certainly, I knew where all those items were hidden, kept well away from prying eyes should someone come for an unexpected visit, but since they were not in plain sight, likely I was not intended to hurt her - I was to keep my sadistic side at bay and only allow my romantic side to grace this young, willing stranger. 

...nor was I to pleasure her with anything not already physically attached to me. 

Yet, if she was truly my fantasy become reality, I would hurt her unavoidably as - fittingly, on her eighteenth birthday - I would be transforming her from a girl into a woman. 

I noticed her clothes on the floor in a folded pile in the corner, with her purse and her wallet beside them. Some sort of laminated card was atop her bra, and curiosity sent my feet in that direction. The card was her driving license, which proved that it was indeed the eighteenth birthday of Sandra Scott: female, hazel eyes, brown hair, eighty-five pounds, four feet nine inches tall. She was certainly one of the lucky few, in that the picture on her license - displaying her natural brown hair - was actually quite favorable to her. 

I looked at my fantasy once again, still torn between dipping into her and remaining faithful to my beautiful, loving, understanding wife. Then as Sandra finally began to pull a little at her bonds, my decision became that much harder. 

The sound of the door opening startled me from my thoughts. Justine opened the door just enough to thrust her head into the guest bedroom and survey the situation. "I thought so," she said to herself, then turned her eyes toward me. 

Before I realized what was happening, Justine was standing before me, her arms wrapped around me as she pressed herself fully against me. Even though Sandra had no idea that others were in the room with her, it felt very strange to embrace my wife in the presence of a complete stranger in our own home. Yet the presence of the naked and bound Sandra made the kiss a little more arousing. 

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Justine commented. 

"She is," I agreed, "but she doesn't hold a candle to you." 

My wife giggled softly, burying her face in my chest for a moment before looking up at me with sparkling, loving eyes. "You're having trouble justifying this aren't you?" 

She knew me much too well. Then again, she knew me far better than anyone else on the planet. 

I simply nodded, my mind still torn. She kissed me again, her fingers pressing into that one sensitive place upon my lower spine. 

As one, we turned to look at Sandra. The bound beauty had calmed again, completely still upon the bed. 

Justine slipped a hand between us, groping me through my slacks. In mere seconds, I had almost completely forgotten about the bound beauty upon the bed, losing myself in my wife's firm touches and yielding mouth. Between her work upon my manhood and the way her long fingernails scratched along my spine, I was quickly giving in to the opportunities before me. When my hands gravitated to her head and pulled handfulls of her lavender hair to force an erotic hiss to surge from between her clenched teeth, we both knew that I would definitely indulge in my early birthday present. 

But first, I wanted to indulge in her. Justine sensed that, and gently nudged me away. "Not now," she chided me playfully. "Your fantasy awaits you. Take your pleasure from her, not from me." Then, with a sexy wink and a sultry, promising voice, she added, "I can wait until tonight." 

I reached out to my wife, stroking her cheek and extracting a sweet smile. Her eyes sparkled with promise and with love, and I knew that she was looking forward to watching me indulge in my fantasy. 

Slowly, I approached the bed, and settled my weight beside the bound beauty. Sandra whimpered softly, seductively, licking her lips, turning her head toward me even though she clearly could not see me. I reached to caress her cheek, and she turned her head and kissed the palm of my hand, a fairly straightforward act for someone who had never previously met me... nor had she even seen me. Glancing across the room, I noted that Justine leaned against a wall with her arms crossed under her breasts and a satisfied smile upon her lips. Go on, she mouthed to me. 

On I went, slowly drawing my hand down to her chin, then curling my fingertips inward to scratch her gently as my hand moved along her dainty throat. The scratches seemed to particularly arouse the young woman, her whimper turning into a low growl. As Sandra tipped her head back to expose more of her throat to me, the act reminded me of a cat content at being scratched behind the ears. 

For a long time, I simply touched her, marveling at the soft sounds emanating from the young woman, enthralled by how she began to writhe in a manner which was seductive and also attempted to maintain maximum contact with my hands. I wondered what her hazel eyes would look like if she was not wearing the blindfold - would they be clouded over with growing lust, or would they we watching me intently... or were her eyelids even open at all? 

Long before my hands reached the base of her torso, Sandra's sex was indeed moist, her arousal seeping from her, her natural musk wafting throughout the guest bedroom. Slowly, I slithered a finger between her feminine folds, extracting both wetness and moan from her as the single digit moved tantalizingly up to her clitoris. The teenager shuddered repeatedly as I gently stroked her sensitive nub, her breath catching audibly as she pulled against the restraints. I smiled to myself as I brought the finger back downward again, seeking her warm wet passage, drawing out more of her nectar and returning to her clitoris, repeating the process for quite some time, slowly and calculatingly heightening Sandra's pleasure until at last she succumbed with the primal sound of a tigress in heat. 

Her climax had intensified my own arousal. My own sex was long and hard, throbbing with need, aching to find its way inside her. My own primal passions ignited, I stood and quickly began to undress, not at all surprised when my loving wife stepped forward and helped me in shedding my clothes. 

Seemingly in the duration of a single heartbeat, I was fully naked. 

Seemingly one heartbeat later, I was poised above this precious gift, about to take her most precious gift from her. 

Seemingly another heartbeat later, her gift was shattered, her body flexing around my full solid length, her cry sweetly resonating in my ears, her blood spilled by and for me. 

There is no point mincing words: I used her. I took my pleasure from her, rutting into her like a crazed animal, like a wild tiger claiming his mate. I fucked her, hard and fast, my hands pushing her shoulders deep into the mattress in an unconscious display that she was mine to do with as I pleased. Yet she clearly loved this situation, and perhaps even craved it, for her body rose to meet my every violent thrust, and her voice called to me with a desperation heard only by someone trying not to drown in a turbulent sea. 

She drowned in her pleasure, her mouth open in a silent scream as her body milked me. Her pleasure triggering mine, I bellowed for us both, the conquest complete, the need sated, and fell hard upon her, shuddering uncontrollably for what seemed like a short eternity as I felt Justine sit beside us upon the bed and gently scratch my back, directly down my sweat-covered spine, clearly wishing to arouse me again. 

It worked, for I began to slowly lengthen anew within the bound Sandra. She moaned softly as she felt me deepen my invasion of her vulnerable body. I took her head in my hands and my lips found hers, kissing her deeply, as if I had known her intimately for years and not minutes. 

"Take her again and again," Justine whispered into my ear, stroking the back of my head. "Use her. Enjoy your gift to the fullest. She's all yours..." 

*****

It was somewhat sad to see Sandra pull out of the driveway as the sun set. I stood at the doorway with my wonderful wife, an arm around her waist as we waved to Sandra just before the Eclipse made its way down the street. When we could no longer see the taillights, we stepped back into the house as one, closing the door behind us. 

"You really seemed to enjoy your birthday gift," Justine noted with a smile, her sparkling eyes reflected in her voice, "and it was great to watch you indulge yourself in her again and again." 

I pulled my wife close for a long, heartfelt hug. "Your love and your selflessness are the best gifts I've received today," I whispered. "I don't know of anyone else who would be willing to do what you did for me. Thank you, hon." 

I felt Justine's lips curl into a smile against my neck. "I may not be a virgin anymore, but if you're up to it, you can definitely tie me to the bedposts and take your pleasure from me..." 

I took a moment to consider that. "I'm still actually a little sore from the afternoon with Sandra, but maybe after I've flogged you for a while..." 

She giggled like an eighteen-year-old virgin as she kissed my neck. 



Gifts & Surprises



My hands automatically went to her head, caressing her hair, lightly tugging on them to show my joyous feelings to her. I could feel my climax mounting as she continued to play with my balls, her fingers caressing them lightly. When I could not take it any longer, I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth of my cock.

"Stop! I am about to cum," I told her, sitting up again.

"So, cum," she said as she looking up at me and attempted to take back my cock in her mouth.

"You want me to cum in your mouth?" I asked her.

"You can, my dear!" she exclaimed once again staring at me, and added, "Or, you can cum in my pussy, or my ass," she said, emphasizing on the words, 'my ass' as she looked deep in my eyes for an immediate decision.

"Oh dear, Anu, I am sorry about mentioning about ass," I apologized trying to gather her in my arms, but she backed off.

"Sorry about what?" she asked, "You want to do it in my ass, don't you?"

"Yeah...no, I mean..." I fumbled for words, not knowing what she exactly wanted to hear.

"You can fuck me in the ass," she said, "I have got it cleaned and nice for you," she added. 

"I mean..." I fumbled once again, while she got up, gave me a little hug for assurance, crushing her breasts in my face and crawled up the bed next to where I was sitting, on her knees, keeping her feet and ass hanging out.

"Come dear, you can take my ass standing by the bed," she said, encouraging me to get up and do it as she bent down to prop up her ass, her ass hole now exposed as her ass cheeks spread out in that position.

I removed my shirt again and threw it on the bed, got off the bed to face her ass, looked at it, spread her ass cheeks further for an easy access of her ass hole and saw that she was right about having cleaned in, for it was moist with droplets of water still present in that ass crack.

"Anu, you don't have to do this if you don't want to," I told her, still unsure whether she was doing it just to hike up the money that I pay. "I will still pay you more, if you want dear," I told her.

No sooner had I said this, she whirled around on her fours and, got off the bed to stand by me, her face contorted in anger, she stared at me and before I knew she had slapped me hard on my face.

"Fuck you!" she shouted, "I am leaving now!" she exclaimed and gathered her clothes that were scattered around the bed, rushed to the bathroom once again, slamming the door behind her back. 

I was also aggravated by the slap, 'a whore slapping me'. And, it took me quite sometime to gather my senses and realize that I had once again made an ass of myself. That is what rich brats like me do every time, weigh everything in gold, fail to understand emotions. But by the time I realized, or rather agreed with myself that it was my fault it was too late, she was out of the bathroom, completely dressed in the lovely peacock blue Shalwar Kameez. She walked out of the room, passing me by, but not before giving me a mean stare as she picked her 'duppata' (a long scarf) that lay on the floor by the bed. The slamming of the bedroom door as she walked out was the final bolt to our now, soured relationship.

So angry was she with me that she did not even take the available service of my car to reach her back home. The next few days of mine went in remorse of what happened that night. I could not pay attention to my business, for thoughts of Anu kept haunting me. When I could not take it any longer, I sent James with Flowers and a Sorry Card, but she did not respond. I did not have her contact number that I could call her and I did not have the guts to reach her, in her apartment, before her nanny, her friends or who ever she stayed with.

It was nearly a month later, when Valentine's Day was approaching that a thought occurred to me to send her gifts and flowers. If nothing else had worked, maybe the blessing of this day may work on her. So it was to be, I went to the best designer and picked up an ethnic dress, a 'Ghagra Choli', a real sexy one made of sheer silk material, semi transparent with ample ethnic designed embroidery, hand crafted on the material. A pair of 'mojris' (ethnic Indian shoes) that would go with them, perfumes, some trendy jewellery and a small Valentine Card with a single line message, 'Come back to me baby!"

James personally delivered the gifts and card, two days earlier to Valentines Day. However there was no immediate response from Anu, as James came without any message. James later mentioned that she quietly took the gifts, thanked him with her pretty smile and closed the door behind him. The next day went by and there still was no call from Anu. I had now given up on Anu ever calling me again. I felt that the young girl had given up on taming a brat like me, chickened out and disappeared...but I would not have been more wrong. For, she finally called me up just a day before Valentine. 

"Hello!" I heard her sweet voice over the phone after almost a 40 odd days since that faithful day.

"Hi Anu, how are you," I began.

"I am fine, how is you?" she asked me, her voice still soft and hesitant.

"Hey Anu, I wanted to apologize for my misbehavior the other day," I apologized once again.

"Will you cut that? She shrieked, "You are embarrassing me now."

"Oh fine," I said.

"Thanks for the gifts. I liked it, but it was not necessary, you should not have done this," she said.

"You liked it," I said, "Well that was the reason why I sent them to you, you know what I had told you earlier, I love giving gifts." 

"Oh I remember that," she said.

"So!" I said, looking on how to hug and kiss her over the phone, break the ice and ask her to meet me.

"So what?" she asked, and then in a very soft voice asked me, "You want to meet me?"

There it was, just what I wanted. "Yeah Anu, I was thinking if we could meet this weekend..."

"We will meet today," she announced, "It is Valentine's Day evening and I want to meet you, my lover."

Under normal circumstances I would have hated to indulge myself keeping my multi billion-business empire at stake, but I wanted to patch up, I also desired her, I wanted to have her company, I needed her body and what pleasure it gave me and finally Anu's sweet voice was convincing enough.

"You should know that this is a difficult thing for me, however I will do it just this once, just for you." I told her.

"Thank you! She said.

"Yeah, but Anu," I started, "It has to be late evening, not early evening as we regularly met on weekends, I can't afford to neglect my business appointments." I explained.

"Ummh!..Okay, that will be fine, you meet me in the evening at Cyclone, the Pub, at 7:00." she said.

"No Anu!" I exclaimed, "It has to be later than that, I won't be able to meet you before ten," I said, knowing very well that this was an impossible task for Anu and expecting her to postpone it to the weekend.

"Ummh!" she went again, "Okay, then we meet at 10:30 at Cyclone. Fine?" She asked for my confirmation.

"I'll be there, Anu," I confirmed the date.

"Yeah one more thing, I would be having company," she said, as though asking for permission. This suddenly took the hold of me, what did she mean by company, did she fetch a boyfriend for herself since I last met her. I had completely forgotten about her promise to fix up a date with Gautami, her friend. I only recalled that later when she had hung the phone. 

Anu's promise of her girl friend, Gautami, was indeed a pleasant fillip to my lustful imagination, and I carefully dressed on that evening. It was a double pleasure for me, for I was patching up with Anu and meeting her friend Gautami. I took special care to look attractive, though I knew that the attractive part of me lay in the pit of my pocket, money. Yeah, the girl was ready for the fun because of money that was what Anu had indirectly indicated to me, when she told me how some of the girls she knew would love to spend time with me. But after how Anu had reacted, I was now not sure if money was the only criteria for these girls to decide who they fuck.

I decided to hit the place earlier than the appointed time. People from the upper strata usually frequented Cyclone, which was located in a five star hotel of Bombay. People I knew often frequented the place and I wanted to steal the girl or girls away before popping into someone I knew. As I walked in, I saw the place was decorated for celebration of love; it was prepared for tomorrow, for 13th February, the Valentine's Day.

Sure enough, I saw Anu make a quiet entry in the pub. I looked behind her shoulder to see who was accompanying her and was surprised to find that she was alone. She slowly made her way to where I was sitting nursing my drink. I ordered a Gimlet for her, even before she was next to me. She was wearing a black halter dress, which ended, at her knees. She came up to me and kissed me on the cheek, before she sat her lovely ass, the ass that had given me a tough time, on the bar stool next to me.

"Hi! Good evening!" she wished me.

"Hi!" I replied back. "I though you said you would have company?" I asked her.

"Oh Yeah, I am extremely sorry about that," she apologized.

"Gautami had to go out with her parents or was she having fever," I asked her.

"Now!" She eyed me curtly, "You won't believe it but, she has got a date with a guy she likes and the brat is a rich guy who is contemplating of keeping her as his concubine." She explained.

"Oh I see! By the way who is that lucky rich guy?" I asked her jokingly, presuming that she was bringing the Gautami story to an end with this.

I left the subject of Gautami alone not wanting to get into trouble with Anu over this matter now. So I started a chat on how she spent those four weekends without me.

"I missed you," she said as tears welled up in her big eyes, she wiped them off with a table tissue from the bar and took swigs of her drinks to down the glass of gimlet. "But I am sure you may have had a jolly good time with some other girl, maybe a call girl, after all you like to pay for your sex." She taunted.

"Anu, I too missed you," I told her, "It may sound surprising to you, but I did not have sex during this past one month."

"You take me for a bum," she asked jokingly, "You are one person who can't keep your cock to yourself," she snorted. 

I knew that no matter how much of the truth it was that I was speaking, I would never be believed. After all, I was the bum with a cock. 

"Lets dance," she said, when a dance number was played. I quietly joined her, forgetting the argument at the bar. We danced for two songs and then were back at the bar, she called for another drink for herself, her third one, and I knew that she probably was going to spend the night in my bed, fucking with me. 

"Lets go home," she said after she had downed her drink.

"Whe..." I began, but decided to stop at that and not ask her anything, least I brush her wrongly again. "Yeah, lets go home," I repeated after her, though I was not yet sure whether she referred to my penthouse as home or her rented flat as home.

Once in the car, I gestured James to drive the car around for sometime, while she sat snaked in my arm, in her slightly abbreviated condition. Her tongue was slurry when she again started talking about her friend Gautami. Anu explained to me that Gautami was her cousin and friend, and looked very much like her. She told me that she was an orphan; her parents had left with nothing but a small single room kitchen house for her, which again was mortgaged by her father. She explained that Gautami was studying and working as a sales girl in a store to make her ends meet, however she had lost her job and the flat was taken away from her. Hence Gautami was staying with her, she then told me that Gautami needed money to release the only accommodation she had. 

"That means, you have got for me a first timer," I said rather taken aback by the facts that my statement was cruel. But, so was the fact, which was making me a tormentor, and her, a pimp.

"No! Don't think that way please. She needs the money, but she has promised to ..." she said as she trailed off.

"Come on Anu, I understand, she needs money and so she will spend some time with me," I said, and added, "that is also fine with me, after all I don't expect a young girl like you or your friends to fall in love with me."

"You are a brat, you know, but a very rich brat..." she said disgusted. "You were that day when you told me what you told me, and you are today, as you are telling me what you are telling me."

"Anu, she needs money, I have got it and I'll give her, please, I don't want to have her," I told Anu.

"No! You are getting it all wrong," she told me as she put a hand on my thighs to convince me. "You will never understand us, will you?" she asked me, looking in my eyes, trying to find the answer.

I did not saying anything...I pulled her further to myself and massaged the nape of her neck with one hand while I shot the other one caressing her naked thighs. I slowly pushed my hand up her skirt to reach her pussy, within the safety of her panty.

"Ummh!" she exclaimed, "When will we reach home? I can't wait to have you," she said as she caressed my cock through my pants. With this from her I was now sure what she meant by 'home.' My penthouse.

I got James attention to me through the rear view mirror and motioned him to take us to my penthouse. Within minutes we were there, for James a better judge then me to gauge such situation was already driving us that way.

The moment we reached 'home,' I groped for her, taking her in my arms with force and them kissing her on the lips, driving my tongue in her sweet little mouth. She was as much a tigress as she grabbed my cock through my pants and started to stroke it. As I kissed her I had my hand down the neck of her halter, her firm breasts between my kneading fingers. 

"I want you Anu, you have driven me crazy since the last few days," I heaved.

"Oh yes! Me too, I also want you so badly, but..." she said.

"But what?" I asked her.

"I have got a gift for you," she said, as she slipped of my arms, gathering the shoulders of her halter, which had slipped off as she rushed towards the bar on her stilettos. I left the fight, and followed her to the bar as she fumbled with the liquor bottles.

"Please, can you make me a drink," she requested me, and added, "I would have made one, but frankly speaking I don't know much about drinks." She confessed.

"No, I am not making any, for you have had enough for tonight." I told her with a firm voice to drive it right into her, as I snatched the bottle from her. 

"Okay... fine, I won't have a drink, you can have one if you want to be prepared for what's coming up," she said slyly. But she did not wait for me to prepare the drink, as she took my hand in hers, just as good friends do and dragged me to the special bedroom, not the usual one, but the one where I had taken her when I had first brought Anu here.

"Happy Valentine!" she wished me as she opened the door wide and dragged me in, pulling me to her as she kissed me on the lips.

The room was dimly lit, and illuminated with scented candles, decorated with flowers. The giant sized bed was laden with flower petals and by the bed stood someone... A female form in ethnic dress...a 'ghagra choli'... the dress that I had presented to Anu, a couple of days back.

"My friend Gautami," whispered Anu in my ears as she broke the kiss.

"I...Ah..." I was speechless, looking at that female form as the light behind her passed through her sheer ghagra (long ankle length pleated skirt) exposing the shape of her fine long legs all the way from the ankles to her hips. The ghagra was bond a little too low in a very sexy way, hanging at her widening hips, exposing her belly button and the flare of her hips, ballooning down towards her feet. The chuni (long ethnic scarf worn with this dress) was pinned on her hair and flowed down to cover her shoulder, however it was carefully worn is sensuously display the deep neck of the choli (an ethnic tight blouse worn with this dress) which justified the expanse of her inviting breasts as it exposed her vast bosom. The form stood there silently looking down at the floor, shying away my piercing eyes.

Anu dragged me all the way to Gautami, "She is my friend Gautami, the one you wanted to meet since that last few months," Anu said introducing me to the young girl.

Gautami looked up from the floor to stare at me, looking deep into my eyes, almost reading my discomfort, for she immediately smiled slyly trying to break the ice. Gautami was much younger than Anu, though later I was told that she was indeed older than Anu. She was a truly beautiful girl with same large eyes and golden brown hair as Anu's. In fact her mouth and lips were also similar to that of Anu. She was almost a replica of Anu except that she had a more pointed chin and was a shade darker than Anu. 

I then remembered that Anu had a key to the house and had probably prepared this surprise for me. Anu had probably dressed her in the outfit I had presented to her. Anu had dolled her up in the dress like a bride, complete with jewelry and ethnic make-up including of elaborate henna design to her hands all the way to her forearm as is customary for brides, I looked down to notice that henna was also applied to her feet. 

"She is my Valentine gift for you," Anu announced, "A bride for a man who has promised himself never to marry."

"I...I...Why this?" I was speechless again.

"You will never marry, but you sure can have a virgin bride," she said, thus revealing to me about Gautami being a virgin. "So take care of your virgin bride, while you enjoy her charms, dear."

"What do I say Anu, I was not prepared for this at all," I told her feeling very surprised and at the same time stupid, being put in the corner by this shameless girl. I was feeling embarrassed with the way we were being introduced and the elaborate preparation, at the same time I was lusting to have this beautiful girl, naked, writhing under me.

"Enjoy your gift," saying so she started to go. I noticed tears in her eyes as she walked towards the door.

"Wait," I ordered, "You are crying...?" I asked her. "Anu, I ... this is not done..." I fumbled for words.

I walked to Anu who was standing at the door, took her hand in mine and suddenly I felt my other hand in the warm clutch of Gautami's palm.

"I can't do this Anu," I told her, though my heart knew better, I badly wanted the other fresher girl, especially so since I was told that she was an untouched girl, a virgin, but I was not ready to pay the emotional damage it may cost me. For the first time I realized that I cared for somebody beyond me, was I falling in love with Anu. I slipped my hand of Gautami's clasped palm and held it to Anu's shoulder.

"No Anu, the whole thing has been a joke now, I cannot do this, I..." I did not have the right words to express my mixed up feelings at that moment. "I need to talk Anu, I need to talk with you, alone..." saing so I dragged her out of the room, leaving Gautami standing there.

"I said she is my gift, it is absolutely your privilege to keep it or discard it, use it of throw away after use, you don't have to pay her. Further don't feel bad about it, its our girly thing, she has agreed to spend a night with you not just as a favor to me but because she liked what I told about you." Anu told me sipping her drink. We talked it over sitting at the bar, I had finally prepared a drink for her while I had one for myself.

"Anu, are you sure what you are talking," I tried to delve into her thoughts that had now confused me.

Then finally Anu came out with the facts. "I am leaving town to go back home and marry the guy I was engaged to before I came here for studies," she said, giving me a jolt. "Gautami had been staying with me, since her house was taken over by the bank and she would probably not have a place to stay since I would be giving up the place I had rented. When I told Gautami about this place of yours, she was excited and wanted me to ask you if you would allow her to stay here, but I never got to ask you... I was afraid..."




Gifts & Surprises



"That I may feel that you were piling in on me... right?" I asked her.

"Yeah...something to that order," she confessed.

"So now Gautami want's to sleep in bed with me so I would allow her to take your place once you have left," I asked the smart girl.

"Huum!" She said, looking in my eyes pleadingly for the final answer and decision.

"So you are leaving me forever, Anu," I said, "And you want me to let Gautami take your place, in this house and share the bed with me, and you feel that this will be okay with me?" I asked her.

She was now filling embarrassed and pained having exposed the sinister side of their plan. I was myself confused for this was raw need for security for which the girls wanted to hang on to me.

"Tell me Anu, you really did not need the money, you did it with me because you liked me, if I am wrong correct me..." I offered her to interrupt me at will, and continued, "You probably gave all a lot of that money to Gautami, and the rest you put back in this house, you acted like my concubine for the past one year, but you did all this because you liked what we did together...right?" I once again asked he and she nodded, her eyes filled with tears, "Would you really like Gautami taking your place in my bed, would you not feel jealous," I asked her finally.

"No!" she blurted, "I would not feel jealous, for yes I love you and I want to see you happy," she said, further explaining to me, "With me gone, you will be back with those cheap girls, who would suck you for money, but would never give you love, concern and pleasure. Which I am sure Gautami will give you, hence..." she trailed off.

I got off the bar stool and closed in on her, I put my hand around her waist as she sat on the high stool and I raised her face to mine and kissed her on the lips. "Maybe you are right, with you here, I never cared for another woman, for I knew I could have you when I wanted. With you gone, maybe I may hit back the streets, hunting for woman the same way I hunted you, and never really get someone as close to you," I said, reconfirming her fears. "If you say Gautami is the right girl who could take care of my needs, then so be it Anu, I respect your judgment and take her as my concubine. I promise you I will take good care of her and..." before I could complete what I had to say, a hand from behind held on my shoulder. I looked back and saw Gautami.

"Are you lovers gonna spend the night chatting or are you gonna show me some action," she said, making me and Anu laugh as tears of mixed emotion welled our eyes.

"Okay girl, lets see whether you are as good as Anu claims you to be," I said, pulling her in my arm, my hand resting on her buttocks, caressing it as I looked challenging in her soft dreamy eyes. I gave a rap to that inviting buttocks and I grabbed her head in the palm of my and kissed her on the lips. She writhed in my arms as I forced my tongue into her mouth, to get the first taste of that lovely mouth that was supposed to be mine from that moment onwards. I sucked on her lips and darted my tongue inside her mouth, exciting her. My hand left her hand and I flew it around in the air behind me, where Anu was sitting on the bar stool and judging my need, Anu put her small hand in mine.

"That's a lovely gift Anu, in fact it taste marvelous," I said as I broke the kiss and turned to face Anu who had now got off the stool, as she stood with her hand in mine. Gautami giggled over my remark about the taste of her mouth. 

"But Anu," I said, "I have not given you a gift for Valentines', tell me what do you want?" I asked her.

"I just want to see you happy, that would be the best gift," she replied, eyeing us both with an ear-to-ear grin. "So do I get my gift," she asked me as she winked at Gautami who sure seemed to share some secret, for she started to giggle again.

"Oh sure you have got it, I am happy," I said as a matter of fact.

"I said I want to see you happy," she said again and once more Gautami started to giggle.

"What have you girls got on your dirty minds?" I asked Anu, now sure that there was more to that statement than what met my ears.

"Well," said Anu, "I want to be there when you have her," she said looking in my eyes challengingly, "That's what I meant when I said 'I want to see you happy,'" she finally disclosed her pervert desire to see us having sex. Once again Gautami giggled and I knew that she was probably game for it. I was surprised as to how a young girl who was a virgin and was going to have sex for the first time was ready to such an open and bold act.

"No way, I am not in favour of such a thing Anu," I protested. "I would not like spectators, I am not running a 'loosing of a cherry' show here girls, I laughed it off.

"Fine with me, I don't want anything from you," said Anu, showing her dejection by once again climbing the tall bar stool and occupying herself with her half finished drink.

I took Gautami in my arms again and kissed as I saw Anu looking at us from the corner of her eyes. Anu had watched us with curious eyes, and seeing that we were to leave her alone made no remark. We entered the bedroom, which was my pleasure room. It was a place that was not meant for sleeping but for seeking pleasure. The walls and ceiling was done with mirrors and what else remained was covered with erotic arts that I had gathered over the years. The only single wardrobe in the room contained, lather pants, boots, leather undergarments, whips, canes, ropes, for times when I would have such partners. It also contained some sexy nightwear and skimpiest of undergarments for softer lovers. The bedside table were forever equipped with instruments of pleasure like vibrators of all kinds and sizes, video and audio cassettes of sexual acts and sounds, a number of varieties of condoms and of course the lubricants that were needed for occasions like these, today.

Gautami closed the door behind her and she evidently knew what was transpiring in my mind for she allowed me to gently draw her down on the bed, and once in my arms, I pressed hot kisses on her lovely lips and allowed my hand to run riot all over her girlish perfection. I found, however that she was quite matter-of-fact in regard to terms, for drawing gently back from me, she arranged her dress.

She looked about and said in a low voice, "I understand, that Anu and you have been quite close together - in fact you have known one another quite intimately (she stressed on the last word) - and when Anu told me that you wished to meet me and have a 'party' with me, you must understand that I am still a virgin and that you will need to take care as not to hurt me." 

"Oh yes," I interrupted, "I told Anu exactly that, and you may be sure that I meant exactly what I said, and now that I have seen you I have no reason indeed to regret my bargain and assure you that I will do exactly as she outlined to you." And I made as if to gather the beautiful girl to me and smother her with my caresses. I pressed her close to me and abandoned myself to the delightful pleasure of the contact of her fresh, youthful form.

She lay in my arms, allowing me to do my will, and pressing the front of her dress I moulded and caressed her firm young breasts, through the choli, and I knew that she was not wearing a bra. I moved my hand to her thighs, raising her ghagra up to caress and reveled in the feel of her bare thighs. My excitement by this time was straining at its bond, and tearing open the fly of my pants I allowed it to spring forth to be in an instant encompassed by her tiny hand and she submitted it to a delightful and tingling compression that made me feel as if I would shoot right over in her palm and over her bare wrist and forearm.

"Oh, you are lovely," I murmured, and dividing her thighs, to let my hand slip under tha ghaghra towards her womanhood. I then realized that Anu had prepared her for my pleasure with great care, for she was wearing a crotch-less panty giving my probing fingers a welcoming and warm reception of her silken pubes and moist pussy lips. I was almost mad with lust and desire. I sucked her mouth into mine, and passing my arm about her neck drew her to me in a stifling embrace and sought as if to ravish her on the very spot.

"Oh yeah..." she exclaimed in pleasure she was receiving from the administration of my fingers on her young virgin pussy.

"Do you like that Gautami," I asked her teasingly, and she replied in affirmative with a moan.

"Are you wet enough to take me, baby," I asked her, placing her hand once again on my cock, to let her judge if she could take that size in her right away. I then noticed that the ever concerned, Anu, had left the gel from the den on the side table.

I pulled my hand from her pussy, disengaged my cock from her trembling hands and got off the bed. She opened her eyes to see what had gone wrong. I smiled back at her as I unbuckled my pants, unzipped them and let them fall, next I did away with my underwear, my shirt and my socks till I was completely naked. I picked up the gel from the side table, then I made my way to back where she lay.

I walked back naked to the side of the bed where she lay with her legs hanging of the bed, wide open, her ghaghra raised to her waist exposing her red panty with the open crotch exposing her lovely pubes and her moist pussy lips, her chunni gathered behind her. Her breasts heaved in anticipation of the pleasure she was to feel in the coming moments, discomforted by the tight choli that held them in its confinement. I sat by her side, and put my hand back to her pussy, feeling her wet desire to be taken I had the desire to taste that virgin pussy before it would be virgin no more.

"Can I lick you," I asked the writhing girl.

"What ever you want, please..." she managed to say with a mixed feeling of desire and shame as she lay there.

I went on my keen by the edge of the bed, such that my face was in line with that lovely virgin pussy. Then spreading the thin silky pubes aside, I put my tongue to the target of her desire and licked her moist pussy.

"Oooh yeaah!" she moaned, as I started to slash her pussy with a wanting need to eat it to my hearts content. Her pungent taste on my mouth made me go wild, wanting more of it in my mouth.

Being unaccustomed to receiving such pleasure, the girl came within second by this administration of my tongue screaming and writhing as she grabbed and tugged at my hair.

I got up to stand looking over her inviting body in that disheveled condition as she lay with her eyes closed in the aftermath of her first orgasm. I got on the bed and kneeled between her spread legs, then bending over her I reached her choli and undid the clasp to release those magnificently pear shaped firm breasts. They were slightly smaller than those of Anu, but sufficient enough to compete, if there ever was a competition for lovely breasts.

She opened her eyes to see my naked form bending over her and then she saw my hard cock and her eyes opened wide in fear at the size of the instrument that I was going to use to pleasure her further. She was about to say something, so I hurriedly bent over her body and put my lips to hers in a kiss. Then breaking away from the kiss I told her, "Don't worry Gautami, you will take it all the way in," I assured her.

I put my hand once more to her seat of desire and found it moist and sleeky. I made up my mind and abandoned the idea of using the gel, for I was sure that the young thing under me was wet and wanting enough with her natural juices to need the artificial lubrication of the gel.

I put my mouth to her breasts and sucked on her nipples to further excite her and make her release her natural juices. She moaned and writhed as she grabbed my head pressed tight to her breasts. Then forcing myself out of her clasp, I positioned myself between her legs, then I raised her legs and slipped a pillow under her ass to raise her seat of desire in line with my love pole. Then I repositioned myself to rest my cock between her spread pussy lips. 

"Please...please be gentle," she managed to murmur as I slowly pressed my cockhead between her pussy lips towards her cunt. I slowly thrust my hips to send in the cockhead past her pussy lips, into her cunt. I felt a tight, vice like grip clasp my cockhead as she moaned in pleasure releasing more of her love juice that would only help me and her further.

"Is that fine baby," I asked her, with concern. Not getting any reply, I further thrust my cock in her sleek pussy and she moaned with pleasure. With still no reply, I further thrust into her, realizing that I had almost three inches of my cock in her when she screamed and I found that it would not go in further.

"No! Please...It is paining," she complained.

"Gautami," I called her out, "Are you listening baby, you can take it all the way, just hold your breath and we will be done with this, just hold your breath," I instructed her as I felt my cockhead being obstructed by her hymen.

"Baby, set yourself ready," I called her out to prepare for the giant leap she would take from being a virgin girl to a woman, my woman of pleasure. I too knew that this next thrust that would pain her for a few second or maybe minutes would bring this writhing girl from being a girl to a woman of pleasure as she would become my concubine, my keep for the rest of her life and I was concerned that she should enjoy this act for now and forever, for that was what I had promised Anu, the only woman I ever loved.

I rested and positioned myself; I slipped my hands under her to hold her shoulders in a vice like grip. Then, for the love of Anu, I gathered the strength and gave a forced thrust to lodge the rest of my cock into the young girls cunt all the way. 

"Ooooooh Maaaaa," she cried out loud as my cock tore through her hymen and went all the way inside her cunt till my balls banged against the crack of her ass. She pressed her lips tight; her eyes though pressed closed could not manage to contain the tear that slipped from the side to trail down to her ear, her face was contorted in pain as I lay my body still over her, giving her the time to get used to the size of the intruding member that entered for the first time in the crevice of her body that was made to take it. 

I remained still over her body for almost three to four minutes, as I experienced the tightness of her cunt walls around my cock, and then Gautami opened her eyes. I was looking at her, our eyes met and a feeling of love and trust transpired between us as we both smiled at each other. She then tried to raise her head to kiss me and I helped her by bringing my lips to hers. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, her kiss spoke in silent words, telling me that she was devoting all her love to me and her body for my pleasure, forever.

Our passionate kiss lasted a lifetime and we did not realize it when, but our bodies started to move in the sensuous carnal dance of love. I started to jab her body with small but strong thrust, each thrust making her moan, wriggle and thrust back. As our pleasure neared it climax, the thrust became faster, stronger and more mean as we both cried and howled till we came together. I released, cuming in spurts deep in her body, her body that was now mine forever. I kissed her again, on her lips and then disengaged from her, slipping my still hard cock out of her cunt.

"Wow! That was a good show," I heard Anu's voice behind me, coming from a dark corner of the room.

I whirled around to see Anu, walking out of the shadow, with two glasses of wine in her hand. She was still clad in the sexy halter that clung to her body like a second skin.

"What the hell!" I exclaimed.

"I told you, I would not go home before I got my gift," she said, handing me a glass of red wine and then walked and waited over Gautami to get up and take the other. She looked down at Gautami and exclaimed, "Oh dear! You should have at least removed the rest of the clothes, now look you have messed it up."

I looked down to what Anu was directing to and saw that Gautami lay still in the same position, with her legs spread wide, her panty and the ghaghra underneath were stained with our mixed cum and blood, blood from her loosing her cherry. 

I slumped down with anger at being spied on in the act of taking Gautami's cherry. The wine glass still in my hand. Anu helped Gautami to sit up. She then handed the glass of wine to the girl and told her to take small sips.

"This is wine Gautami, take small sips, its warm and will surely help you." Said Anu. Then she sat next to me on the bed and caressed my thighs, "I came in when you were tasting her juices," she revealed. "Gautami wanted me to be there, she had left the door open for me. And please, don't feel bad about me having seen this, remember I love you and I always will." She said getting up once again to attend to Gautami.

I got up and went to the bathroom to clean myself. When I walked out of the bathroom, Anu had helped Gautami out of the rest of her clothes; she then sent her packing to the bathroom to cleanup. While she folded her dress and lay them on the erotic rocking chair that I had bought from Thailand. I went to the bed and sat on it with my back to the post.

Anu looked at me and smiled, and then she took of her sexy halter dress by just slipping the shoulders off and letting it gather at her waist. She was not wearing a bra and her firm breasts stood out with pride. She then walked to me, picking up the jar of gel from the side table. She climbed on the bed and knelt before me, then without a word she bent down and took my limp cock in her warm mouth and started to suck on it. Within second I grew in her mouth, to another hard on. She took out the cock from her mouth and started to lick it, paying extra care at the mushroom like cockhead. She then opened the jar of gel and taking a generous portion on her fingers splashed it on my cock and started to rub it covering all the way from the cockhead to the base.

"Come dear, take your baby's ass," she told me.

"Oh no Anu, I told you," I began and she cut me off.

"Just shut up, will you. Come now and put that lovely cock of your in my ass, I want to experience your cock in my ass before I leave and am gone forever." She indirectly reminded me again that this was probably the last night that she was ever with me, after today, she would be gone, she would be somebody else's wife very soon.

She was on her fours in front of me, then bending down to settle her face to the mattress, she propped her ass up in the air. I too wanted to experience the feel of my cock up her ass and so I silently picked the jar of gel and taking a lavish portion from it, spread it on her anus. Then I massaged her sphincters, to loosen them enough to take my cock. When I felt she was ready, I positioned myself behind her and then pressed the cockhead at the door of her ass. Then with my thumb, I pressed in the cockhead inside her past the sphincters to have them lodged in the tight orifice of her anus.

"Fuck!" she screamed in pain or excitement I know not, for at that very moment walked in Gautami back from the bathroom, in all her beautiful naked form, to see me pushing my cock in the ass of her best friend and my lover. She looked at us astonished, more with the position; from where she stood, she could not have seen that I was entering her friends ass. She grinned and giggled and declared, "It is my show now Anu."

Anu did not reply, she was concentrating on the cock that was entering her tight anal cavity. Gautami swayed her way to the bed and got on it to come by my side, to see my cock entering her friend's body.

"Oh my! Anu, he is fucking your back door," she shouted out in excitement when she realized that I was actually lodged in her ass.

"I know that," said Anu, "I wanted him there, and believe me Gautami, you too are going to like it, try it someday with him." 




Gifts & Surprises



I gave a small jab to further lodge an inch of me in her ass. I could feel her anal muscle envelope my cock like a finger in a glove. With each small thrust I let a pit more of my cock in her till all of it was inside her and my balls banged on her pussy. 

"Fuck me baby, fuck your baby's ass," she groaned.

When Anu felt that all of me was now in her, she started to buck her ass, banging it on my cock. Taking this as a cue, I dug my fingers in the flare of her ass and holding her ass in a vice like grip, I started my in and out motion, fucking her to give her pleasure as well as derive my own pleasure from that tight hole.

I reached with my hand under her to play with her pussy. Gautami realizing that this was a difficult task, knelt by me kissing me on the lips, while she put her one hand to my nipples to excite me, she had her other hand to Anu's pussy playing with her clit and bringing her to a climax. I started to bang my cock in the tight channel of her ass till finally I could not take this pleasure any longer and sprayed my cum deep in her anus. Anu came seconds later, howling like a wolf over Gautami's hands, dripping it wet with her cum.

All the three of us then bathed together, while Gautami, put a slinky nightwear that Anu had gifted her, Anu herself dressed up in her halter, applied make-up and prepared to leave. 

"Gautami, take care of my friend, and always remember that you are a Valentine Gift, a gift that is supposed to bring love and pleasure, never bring pain and rue to the one you are gifted," she said with tears in her eyes as she kissed her. Then she turned to me and started to cry, pressing her head in my chest. I let her cry, I let her give went to her feelings. Finally when she had sobered up, she kissed me, then looked me in my eyes and said, "I have given you a gift on this Valentines Day, promise me that you will never loose it. Take care of this gift with your life if needed, for it is from me, the one who loves you." We walked her to the apartment door; she kissed us both for the last time and then rushed to the elevator. I instructed James to drive her back to her place

Anu got married four weeks from that day, she had invited Gautami and me to her marriage and we both flew to her home town to attend the wedding, but as strangers. Anu was married to an NRI (Non-Resident Indian) a handsome diamond merchant from Spain, the guy was finely built and was just a couple of years elder to her, he was the perfect match for her. Together they looked like a pair made in heaven. Anu left for Spain after the marriage.

Gautami as my gifted concubine learned the finer ways of pleasuring me over a period of time. She would often talk with Anu over the phone to learn a few tricks from her and surprise me. Honest and modest as she was, she would later tell me that she had asked Anu and learned that I liked it. I only made my weekend visit to my pleasure house and Gautami and just like Anu she was efficient in all ways to look after my needs, both emotional and sexual. 

Gautami had brought her mere belongings to the penthouse and it was here that I chanced upon one of her sketches and was amazed to find that she was a natural artist. . I encouraged her and helped her hone her skills, I sponsored her to be personally trained under a celebrated artist and within months I saw the result in Gautami. She started to paint in her spare time, which she had plenty off; from Monday to Friday, as the other two days of the week she would be in my company, making wild love. Over a period of time she had painted enough to hold an exhibition and I encouraged her to do just that. She held an exhibition of all her erotic paintings. I used the service of a popular PR agency who created a controversy of the exhibition, making her a 'Goddess Of Erotica' raising the price tag on her painting. The paintings sold for a price that poor Gautami had never realized that she was capable of earning. She had now enough money in her bank account to buy four such penthouses.

Though she was now financially settled, she did not leave my penthouse or me. She continued to be my gifted concubine. She said she loved me and she loved giving me pleasure, she also revealed that our relationship was the inspiration for her paintings. She continued doing more paintings and earning huge sums by holding exhibits of her paintings. On the other hand sad news came in that Anu's parents had died, one following the other in a short span of two months. Her elder brother and his bitchy wife had taken in their custody the complete property and everything else the parents owned while Anu was in Spain, leaving nothing for Anu.

My business was flourishing and weekends with Gautami were at its best, Gods grace was on me for surprise of surprise awaited me, two years later, on a dull Friday evening when I walked into my penthouse, Gautami as usual received me with a drink and then she walked me to the special bedroom (we rarely used that one), she opened it wide. 

"Happy Valentines Day!" she shouted.

The room was dimly lit with scented candles and decorated with flowers. The bed was laden with flower petal and there stood a female form, in ethnic dress...it was the ghaghra choli I had presented to Anu.

Gautami hugged me and whispered in my ear, "Your Valentine Gift, my dear."

I looked at the figure as it slowly moved towards us from the shadow, and I was surprised indeed. It was Anu, my love. Anu had divorced her husband and had returned back to live with us. That night onwards, I had not one but two concubines for my pleasure. Now for my weekends I had not one, but two Valentine Gifts. Two lovers who loved me from the core of their hearts, two consorts who would look after my needs, two woman who would give me the best pleasure and two Valentines who would make come true my wildest fantasy. 



Gifts From a Spirit



Chapter 1

A soft snowfall blanketed the earth that late night Christmas Eve. The stillness of the evening was broken only by the occasional car that went through the sleepy suburban neighborhood. Julie McPherson heard a car go past as the crunching of the tires against the icy pavement broke the silence. Soon, the sound faded into the distance until it was quiet once more.

"Probably someone coming home from a party," Julie mumbled to herself sadly.

She was tired but not sleepy as she continued to read her romance novel. It was a story of a woman who lost her love as a teenager only to find him once again through extraordinary circumstances. Julie loved romance novels as she tried to put herself into the character of the heroine. Their love lives were as exciting and romantic as hers was dull and uneventful.

It had been a long time since she had a man in her life and the prospects of her shedding her singleness was rapidly losing its luster. 

At thirty-two, she had begun to realize that her time was running out to be a mother, something she wanted in the worst way. Orphaned as a small child and with no other family to take her in, Julie was shuttled from orphanages to foster homes and back until she turned eighteen and was turned out to fend for herself. She worked her way through college and was now an accountant for a successful financial firm in the city. Her occasional dates, while nice, never developed into the kind of relationship where she would be swept off her feet and live happily ever after. Very rarely did she ever turn down a date, hoping each time for that romantic spark to light her heart.

At first, she thought it just bad luck that Mr. Right wasn't falling into her lap, but after years of dating and no success, she started to look within herself for possible reasons. Julie never considered herself beautiful and to a point, she was right. She had a pleasant face, a trim body, and she thought she was as witty and charming as the next girl. It had to be something else, something from within her that stopped her dearest dreams from happening. Marriage and motherhood was something she felt she had to have, something that was owed her since she grew up so alone.

There were a few male prospects at her workplace, some of whom she dated, but most of them showed no interest in her except for friendship. Just my luck, she thought to herself grimly as she cast the book aside. Most women would love to have male friends who wanted nothing more than that, but she wanted more. She did like a few of them quite a lot, namely Tom Johansson in payroll and Derek Farmer in advertising, but both were the quiet, reserved type and neither had asked her out. Sure, both had conversed with her during work hours occasionally, but it never went further than that.

Her female friends tried many times to hook Julie up with dates and she trusted them explicitly in their choices. Only a few, however, lasted more than a few dates. When she felt that the relationship wasn't going in the direction she wanted, she would break it off. Only one relationship in the past four years lasted more than six months and she regretted giving up on that one. He had been a brother of one of the secretaries and Julie was head over heels from the start. Keith was everything she had ever wanted in a serious relationship; good looking, funny, and smart. And he loved her. He was everything except marriage minded. 

Keith was truthful with her from the start, stating he wasn't sure about marriage and didn't know if he ever would be. Julie accepted it at first, hoping he would change his mind in the future. When their first anniversary came and went and there was no sign of him even thinking about marriage, Julie decided to cut her losses. That was six months ago and sometimes she still wished they were together. At least she wouldn't be alone during the holidays again.

It was almost midnight when she decided to flip on the TV. "It's a Wonderful Life" was about to begin on one of the cable channels and she always loved to watch it. In her mind, it was the perfect Christmas movie. As the movie played, Julie curled up in a ball on the sofa and pulled an afghan over her. Soon, sleep overtook her as the sounds of the movie became distant until they were no more. 

Chapter 2

Julie woke a short time later as she heard, no felt, a presence in the room that wasn't there just minutes before. The TV was still on, although a commercial was playing. She lifted her head from the arm of the couch and through her drowsy fog saw a tall figure near her small decorated tree. He was putting something on it, tenderly placing an ornament lovingly around a lower branch. Dressed in a bright, flowing green robe, she could see he was elderly, having a white beard and a weathered, lined face. He paid no attention to her as he continued his work.

Julie was alarmed, but immediately felt no fear from him. His eyes were bright, his face kindly, and she knew instinctively he would not harm her. Surely, I must be dreaming, she thought.

"Who are you?" she asked softly.

The old man stopped and turned his attention to her, smiling as he did. "I am many things to many people," he replied in a melodious voice.

"Are you a ghost?"

"Some think I am. Others think I am a spirit."

"Who do you think you are?" Julie asked.

The old man laughed. It was a hearty, loving laugh that filled her living room. "I am whomever you want me to be."

Julie thought this over for a minute as he waited patiently. This is one great dream, she thought. I hope it doesn't end too soon. "Why have you come to me? What have I done to deserve your presence?" Julie sensed something important was about to happen to her. What is was, she didn't know.

The old man said nothing, but glided to her. He slowly knelt down and placed his hands over her golden locks. His touch was gentle and soft, yet very warm. Warmth seemed to radiate from his hands as they stayed upon her head. A few minutes went by before he removed them and stood up again.

"You have had a very sad life and you are not happy. Is that not so?"

"You know much about me."

"Ah, little one," he said softly. "You feel no one will ever love you and that you will never bring a child into this world."

"Yes," Julie replied softly, her head down. How could he know all this? Tears of sadness began to fall down her cheeks.

The old man reached forward and lifted her face. "Ah, little one, do not cry. I have something for you."

He moved away from her and with great effort knelt down heavily on the floor next to a small, brown sack.

"I don't think there's anything in that sack for me," Julie said solemnly.

"Ah, that is where you are wrong, my dear," he said, his piercing blue eyes blazing at he looked at her. "Things that I bring are not always as they seem." From the sack, he extracted an ornate pocket watch. He held it in front of his face and smiled. He swung it gently back and forth as he continued to smile.

Julie's heart sank when she saw what he held in his hand. A pocket watch. What good was that to her?

The old man let the sack fall and he glided back to her. "This is no ordinary watch, my dear. It will let you see things as they were, as they are, and what they could be."

"I....I don't understand," she stammered.

"I will show you what you do not see," he said gently. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," she said softly.

"Come, my dear. Touch the watch and we will begin your journey." 

The watch lay in his hand, palm upwards. The old man looked at her impassively, waiting for Julie to make up her mind. Slowly, tentatively, Julie touched the watch. As soon as she did, the old man's free hand swiftly clamped down upon hers. Bright light escaped between the openings of their fingers as great warmth greeted them. The old man smiled at her and nodded, his white hair flowing as everything around them darkened until the only light seen was emanating between their hands.

Chapter 3

As if watching a play, Julie saw her life unfold before her. She witnessed her birth in the bright, sterile delivery room to a crying mother and proud father. The only way she knew it was they was from the one photo of them that she was given when she was small. She cherished that photo as it was her only link to family. Julie still kept it in her Bible and would gaze upon it from time to time.

Next, came the funeral of her parents. Julie was but six at the time. She recognized the smell of roses and the hushed tones of the visitors, though there weren't many. Julie had long ago tried to forget that horrible time of her life and thought she had done so successfully. Now, all of her emotions were ripped raw as she relived the ordeal all over again.

"I don't want to see this," she cried, trying to cover her eyes.

"Ah, my dear," the old man said gently, "this is part of your life. You must not run away from it. It is part of your being and it is partly why I have come to you. Watch and learn."

Julie watched and cringed as her younger self tried to climb into her mother's casket. Cold, unfamiliar hands pulled her back as she reached and cried for her mother. Julie hugged herself as she relived the event. Why am I being shown this?

More events of her life was shown as she grew and became too old for most people to consider adopting her. She saw herself in orphanages and foster homes during Christmas and sometimes she was actually almost happy.

She was shown the time when she left her last foster home to set out on her own. College classes, dates, friends, and graduation were next. A graduation where there was no one to congratulate her, kiss her, or hold her. 

Julie brushed tears aside as she was sitting on her couch once more. The old man stood in front of her as before.

"You have had some unfortunate times in your life, my child," he said softly, "but you are stronger because of it. You have much to give. So very much to give..." His voice trailed off.

He looked down at her and smiled. "We have more to see, little one. Take my hand and your journey will continue."

Julie's hand closed around the gleaming watch and soon, she was propelled back in time to when she started at MacGregor Financial Corporation. She saw herself working at her desk and chatting with friends. She relived dates and times when she was alone and not dating. She saw Christmases from just a few years before, spending them alone and reading in her loneliness. 

Next, she was shown her time with Keith. Feelings of guilt and regret filled her, as did longing and love. The scene shifted to her bedroom where they made love many times. She was whimpering and crying his name softly as he plunged into her. She remembered those times fondly and was a bit embarrassed that the spirit was witnessing it, too.

"Do not worry, my dear," he laughed softly in the darkness. "I have seen many couples in the throes of passion. I was young once, also."

They were now above a young man as he sat at his desk writing in a book. He looked vaguely familiar to Julie from above, but she could not picture him. They came behind him and looked over his shoulder as he continued to write.

December 23

 

I talked to Julie today and I enjoyed it very much. She seemed sad as usual and I tried to joke with her, but she didn't seem amused. I wish I could get up the nerve to ask her out instead of just writing about it. I guess I just can't stand the thought of her rejecting me. It's easier just to be a friend, I think. She seems like she would be different, though. Somehow, I think she might say yes. Every time I think I could do it, my nerves get the best of me and it just doesn't happen. I would just become a stammering fool and where would I be then? Most assuredly, she would think of me as an idiot and never consider dating me. It's my own fault; always has been, I guess. She's just so pretty. Sometimes, I hate myself for being this way. I wish I could change.

The man laid down his pen and placed his hands behind his head sighing. 

Julie looked at the old man and then to the man seated in front of her. "Who is he?" she asked no one in particular.

"Look and see, my dear," the old man said gently.

They moved around to the man's side and Julie smiled. "Tom," she sighed. "Now I know why you always joke with me."

"You see, my dear," the old man said, "there is someone who wants to know you, love you, and cherish you."

As the scene faded into darkness, Julie said, "Oh, do we have to go? I want to stay with him for a while longer."

"There is more to see," the spirit explained as the next scene came into view.

Julie next saw herself dressed in white in a chapel and exchanging vows with Tom. She looked radiant behind her veil and Tom was equally handsome in his black suit.

"Will this happen?" she asked.

The old man said nothing.

Perplexed, she continued to watch as they exchanged rings. He then pushed her veil over her head and kissed her when the ceremony ended.

"I have to know if this will happen," she pressed.

"There is more to see," he answered simply.

The scene shifted to a large hotel suite where they stood naked in front of each other. He took her to the bed and began to love her.

Julie watched the events unfold and could feel herself getting excited by watching them. She could almost feel his kisses, his caresses, and his murmurings of his undying love to her. Julie never felt so loved, so needed in all of her life.

Julie saw him lift her bottom and push himself into her and she shivered at the scenario being played in front of her. She could almost feel it inside her as she watched him push in and out many times. Julie watched herself cry out in delight as her spasms began underneath her love. She felt her own insides quiver from her own real desire.

The room faded all too soon as she found herself on her couch once more, the tall spirit standing in front of her as before.

"I need to know if it is true. I need to know if this will happen to me," Julie cried. "Please tell me!"

"I have only shown you what was, what is, and what could be. You have waited and waited for someone to love you and help you make the gift of life. I have shown you what could be..."

Chapter 4

Julie woke with a start and sat up abruptly. She looked all around and saw no one in her living room. The TV was still on as Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed were kissing each other.

"Was I dreaming?" she asked aloud. "Oh my God," she exclaimed. Thoughts of Tom and herself making love brought chills to her. Julie reached inside her pajama bottoms and felt herself. She was freshly moist and her touch upon her sensitive little nub sent a wave of pleasure through her. 

She then remembered the old man doing something with her Christmas tree when he arrived. Julie got up and examined her tree more closely. At the bottom of the tree, she saw an unfamiliar ornament. It was a simple red heart with an inscription etched in the middle.

"Look For Love Where You Least Expect To Find It,

Do Not Expect It To Find You."

 

Julie smiled as a tear escaped her eye.

Chapter 4

Julie barely slept that morning as time after time she awoke and stared at her alarm clock. When it finally became eight o'clock, she got out of bed and went to her briefcase where she had phone numbers of her workmates stored. She rarely used the file, but she needed it this morning.

Nervously, she dialed Tom's number. It rang five or six times before a sleepy voice answered. Julie's nerves almost gave out before she heard his voice on the other end.

"Hello?" Tom answered groggily, not fully comprehending that someone would be calling him this early on Christmas morning.

"Um, hi Tom," Julie began, "this is Julie....you know, from work." Julie crossed her fingers and bit her bottom lip.

"Julie?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Julie McPherson?" He couldn't believe she was calling him.

"Yes, Tom," she laughed lightly, "Julie McPherson."

Tom shook his head back and forth to try to clear his head. "This is a real surprise. I certainly wasn't expecting you to call. Wow," he exclaimed. He rubbed his temples hard to try and wake himself.

"I hope I didn't wake you," she said.

"Well, you did," he admitted, "but I was going to get up soon anyway."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Tom answered. "It's okay. What can I do for you?" He had no idea why she was calling him. She had never done so in the past. In fact, they had never spoken on the phone before.

"Well," she began, "I was wondering if you would like to have lunch with me at my house today."

Tom blanched on the other end, unable to say anything.

"Tom?"

"Um..."

"Are you okay?" Julie asked, smiling on the other end. She could sense his inner turmoil as her heart sang.

Tom swallowed hard and tried to regain his senses. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Just days before, he had almost given up hope of ever being able to ask her out and now, she was inviting him to her house for Christmas lunch. Wasn't it strange how things worked out at times?

"I'm fine," he stammered, trying to buy some time. 

"I'm glad you're okay," she teased. For the first time in a long while, she was genuinely happy. She waited for a few seconds without any word from him.

"Are you still with me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Julie," he replied quickly. "I was thinking of something." He hesitated for another second. "I'd really like to come over. It was nice of you to ask. What time?"

Julie's smile grew broader and broader on the other end.

Epilogue

The house was quiet that next Christmas Eve. Julie laid next to her husband and listened to his steady, even breathing. It comforted her. Their mixed breed, Max, was by the door and snoring softly. She looked over at Tom and smiled. They made love just hours before and his sperm still trickled down her inner thighs. Oh, how she loved this man! They had been married six months and she was happier each and every day. He was everything to her.

She sighed and thought about her other wish, a wish to be a mother. Although they had been trying for the last four months, nothing had happened and she was starting to worry. Adoption had crossed her mind, but she really wanted a child made by the love she shared with Tom. Maybe later down the road they could give a child an opportunity to have parents, an opportunity not afforded to her.

Julie looked out the bedroom window and marveled at the snow falling onto the frozen ground. A cleansing of the earth was in full force and she welcomed it. 

A noise from the living room startled her. It was a very soft tinkling sound. Julie cocked her ear and listened. She was somewhat reassured that the security alarm didn't go off. Max remained asleep, as was Tom. 

Pulling on a robe, she tiptoed quietly to the door and opened it slowly and carefully. Looking down the hall, she could make out a familiar shadowy figure dressed in green finery. As before, he was hanging something on the tree.

Julie smiled as she walked softly towards him. She was not dreaming this time.

"I see you've come back for a visit," she whispered.

"Ah, yes, my dear, one last visit," he answered in his lilting voice, his blue eyes blazing.

"One last visit?" she frowned.

"Yes," he admitted, "but I have brought you another gift."

"Are we going on another journey?" she asked.

"No, no. No journey is necessary this time. Come to me, my child."

Julie walked to him. The old man placed his hands on her head and closed his eyes. His white hair seemed longer and shinier since the last time he visited. Seconds later, he opened them and smiled.

"It was not necessary for me to come. You are already blessed."

Julie looked at him, perplexed. She didn't know his meaning.




Gifts From a Spirit



"What do you mean?" she asked. "I know I'm blessed. You showed me how to find love and not wait. I found Tom and I couldn't be happier."

"You will see in due time," he answered. "You will see."

"See what?" she cried.

"Be patient, my child. Very soon, you will see." He looked down to her. "I must go now. I hear a cry in the darkness, much sadness. But from sadness, happiness will prosper. You have found that, have you not?"

"Yes, I have and I have you to thank for it."

"It was always within you, my child. Now, go back to your husband and love him."

"I will." Julie looked down. When she looked up, her eyes were shiny with tears. "I'll never forget you," she whispered.

"I will always be with you," he answered. 

And then he was gone.

Julie looked at the darkness that replaced his vision and was sad. She truly hoped what he said wasn't true and that he would return and visit someday. She could only hope.

She turned and began to walk back to her bedroom when she remembered and stopped. Julie turned around and went back to the tree and started to check its branches for a new ornament. It took her a few seconds, but when she found it, she burst into tears.

It was a baby cradle.



Gifts from My Boyfriend



It seemed like I was never going to ever date anyone but bad boys, jerks, users and losers until I met Lyle. He is a really nice guy, pretty good looking and has the hots for me. We'd been going out a couple of months and gone through the usual fantasy talk. I guess I had realized one of my main fantasies, a decent guy who cared about me but the threesome with another guy was on the list too, you always want what you don't have I guess.

Lyle has a couple of buddies, Mark and Brian, they're roommates and I never actually saw them with a date so I wondered if they were gay. Not that I mind it's just that they're really cute little guys. Brian and Mark are both 5-7 tall and weigh about 155 pounds while Lyle is 5-10 and 175. Now I say that since I'm a full figured blonde, 5-6 tall and 225 pounds with an hourglass figure with the sand in the right places 38D, soft rounded stomach and a big firm butt.

One Friday I came home from work and Lyle, the dear, had come over and had run a warm bubble bath for me. He told me to soak and relax that he had some things to take care of. I did as instructed and after about a half hour Lyle came in with a big towel and dried me off. And damn that felt good. 

He then blindfolded me and led me to the bedroom. I knew I was next to the bed with Lyle behind me massaging my shoulders when I felt 2 then 4 hands rubbing my hips, ass and belly through the towel then two kisses on my chest. 

I sighed then smiled and Lyle whispered in my ear, "If you're free for the weekend you've got three horny guys to make your dreams come true. Gonna be up for that?" 

I reached out to hug as much of whoever was in front of me as I could and said, "If the three of you are up there's plenty to go around boys so unwrap your present and have at it." 

The blindfold went over my head, the towel fell to my feet and I saw Mark and Brian naked with big smiles and boners to match. Lyle got out of his boxers and we got started. 

I sat down on the bed in front of Mark so I could suck his 7 inch cock. I reached around and grabbed Mark's ass pulling him towards me and got right to it as Brian and Lyle waited patiently. Mark gently stroked my hair as his cock slid between my lips, my head bobbed up and down as I took more into my mouth until I was swallowing all of it. 

I was doing my usual fine job of giving head but Mark showed an incredible amount of restraint because I must have been sucking on his dick, kissing his balls, stroking his thighs and squeezing his butt for 20 minutes before it felt like he was ready to go. So I jiggled his balls and finally he gave me the pleasure of getting him off. And I could tell Mark enjoyed himself. I tilted my head and licked Mark's balls just to do it, slapped his little butt and turned him away from me. 

So I pulled Brian in front of me and kissed the head of his stiff 7.5 inch dick before taking it in my warm mouth. Brian was being such a dear, gently stroking my hair, lightly rubbing my shoulders and arms. He was also another endurance king because my jaw was getting a workout as he held back for what must have been twenty minutes just like Mark. 

Finally I pulled back so just the head of his cock was in my mouth then I jerked the shaft with one hand and jiggled his balls with the other. That was all Brian could stand and he filled my cheeks. 

I was feeling pretty good at that point and holding Brian's balls in one hand looked up and said to him, "Refill these quick because I'm going to need them."

Mark leaned in and kissed me on the cheek and said, "We'll be reloaded and ready as soon as you need us."

Oh if that wasn't music to my ears and a tingling sensation in my pussy. Well Lyle and his familiar 8 inches was next and I quickly got every bit of him. I gave Lyle my full attention, despite knowing what was going to be coming my way next. I sword swallowed my boyfriend's 8 inches and flicked my tongue at his balls which makes Lyle tremble. Then I held the head of his dick in my mouth and jerked the shaft until he came, smiling of course. 

I downed Lyle's warm load and looked up at the three studs at my disposal. Lyle and Mark helped me to the middle of the bed and I layed down on my back. Brian crawled up between my legs, kissing my thighs along the way until he found what he was looking for and went down on me. 

Brian knows what he's doing down there but I was experiencing a feeling I had never realized before so I raised Brian's head up and said, "Show me your tongue."

He smiled and opened his mouth the point the longest damn tongue I've ever seen at me and wiggled it. Well I was shocked and amazed but didn't want to waste Brian's talent so I just said, "Thanks, now put that puppy back to work." 

He kissed my thigh and replied, "My pleasure."

Then went right back to munching and getting me off. 

A few minutes later I saw Mark standing at the side of the bed. He put his hand on my knee and when I noticed he was hard and wearing a condom I said, "That's what I'm looking for, Brian got me all warmed up with that snake so climb on and give me all of that." 

Mark got in position between my sweet thick thighs and slipped the head of his cock into my wet pussy. He started slow and gentle but when I started humping my big butt off the bed Mark took the cue and picked up his pace. It wasn't long before Mark was pumping the full length of his manhood into me on every stroke much to my pleasure. And boy once again Mark exhibited some staying power I don't know how long he kept pounding my ass into the sheets. 

When he tensed up I figured he was ready to cum so I wrapped my legs around his hot little body, Mark pitched forward and I hugged him with my arms and legs as he shot his load. What a sweet feeling, well fucked and a warm man to hug.

Mark and I kissed then I let him roll out of my clutches. I was sweating but happy, horny and ready for the next in line. Lyle stoked my thighs then dove between them and went down on me, Lyle knows what he's doing down there and I came more than once. I had my eyes closed and was just about to lock Lyle's head between my thighs when he tickled the backs of my thighs making me shudder as he pulled back.

He was quickly replaced by a hard and condom clad Brian who quickly put his boner where it counted. This time I was prepared to get it good knowing the staying power Brian had. I was plenty wet and Brian eased his dick in me and got to it. 

Brian really was inspired, he slipped my legs up onto his shoulders and it took some effort but he was able to pump his cock into me with attitude while holding my fat butt off the sheets. I guess it's true, pussy makes you strong. I was impressed with Brian's effort and pleased to be well fucked. Of course Brian showed he had the staying power, banging my pussy good for what seemed like forever. I don't know how the boys developed their talent but damn it's incredible to have them use it on me. Finally I think holding my legs up wore Brian down more than normal but hey, he made it special before he came with a sweaty smile. 

Brian pulled out and I was barely able to take a breath before Mark was hugging my thighs and licking my clit. I could feel Mark was licking with something extra so I tapped him on the head and he showed me his extra large tongue. Not quite as long as Brian's has but close and Mark's monster is a little fatter. I just eased his head back down to where he was putting that pussy pleaser to work.

I was so happy getting everything I could hope for from three attentive guys, I didn't know how I would ever be able to thank Lyle for bringing me Mark and Brian. Of course they were more than happy with what they were getting. 

With the job Mark was doing, flicking my clit and really finding the depths of pleasure with that snake I was in a state of euphoria but I knew Lyle was next in line to fuck me. After I came a couple of times I could see Lyle was rolling on a condom so I signaled Mark that he could take a break and prepared to fuck my boyfriend. 

Lyle slid between my thighs with a big grin on his face. Sure he was happy to fuck me but he was also so pleased to see how much I was enjoying the incredibly satisfying time he had provided me. As he poked the head of his dick in my pussy I said, "You scored a big one with this night."

He leaned forward over me as he pushed his big cock in farther and replied, "I love you so much I wanted to give you something special." 

I was so wet from everybody's efforts Lyle easily slipped the head of his big dick in and almost instantly was putting every bit of his eight inches in on every stroke. I reached up to rub Lyle's sides and just savor in another good old fashioned fucking. 

When I felt Lyle tense up I pulled his head down between my tits and roughly rubbed his hair. He pushed his cock into me all the way and came with a sigh before easing down on top of me. We kissed and just enjoyed a peaceful moment in the midst of an awesome threesome. I didn't mind that I spent most of my time on my back it saved some energy and I was getting it good in that position. Like when we did a round of tit fucks. Mark as always was first he was stiff and sat down lightly on my stomach. With a little lubricant I squeezed my fat jugs around his cock as he worked it in my cleavage. With my tits it would take a real monster cock for me to be able suck the head while someone tit fucked me but I was perfectly happy to just wait until my boys were ready and shift so I could get my lips around the head of some sweet meat when they were ready to shoot their wads. 

Despite the pleasure I was sweating like it was a workout and I needed a little break from being the center of attention so I decided a second quick warm bath would refresh me and I took Lyle with me while Brian and Mark changed the sheets on the bed. 

I glanced at the clock and realized I'd been sucking cock, getting fucked and sucked for nearly three hours and the boys were game to go the rest of the weekend. I put my hand over my pussy and thought, 'This snatch is going to get pushed to the limit.' But I also knew I was reaching heights of pleasure I had never even imagined. 

Lyle and I sank into the warm bubbly water and gave each other a gentle cleansing and sensual massage. And then it was back to clean sheets, Mark, Brian and all the hot sweaty sex we could manage until we ran out of gas.