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A Birthday Gift

By: S3xyLady



Mayra looked at the clock. 

'Shit, it's already 10am,' I thought, grabbing my coat and putting it on. I grabbed my purse with my left hand as well as my keys, and the gift with my right. It was a cold and windy November morning: the 2nd, to be exact. I locked the door behind me and walked down the steps to my car. I opened the door and got in, 

'Shit! Why hadn't I started the car before I got in it,' I thought; 'it's really cold'.

I started driving down towards the beltway, getting on 270 going towards Virginia. As I drove down there I thought what I would say to him if he was home. 

'He has to be home. It's a Friday morning and it's his birthday.' 

I started to get butterflies in my stomach just thinking about him. I stepped my foot harder on the gas pedal. 

By now I had already crossed from Maryland into Virginia and it wasn't long before I was in front of his house. He was home; his Denali was still parked in the drive way. If he was going to go to work he was going to be leaving any minute now. I took a really deep breath and looked out of my car's window. I was really nervous. I picked up the gift with my right hand and slowly opened the door. Then I closed the door behind me as I put my hoodie on over my head. Again, I took an even deeper breath and slowly released it. I slowly started walking up to his front door, 

'Should I knock? No... no! What am I saying? I can't face him right now.' 

He must still hate me after all that happened. 

I finally reach the front door and it seemed like it took me forever to get there. I slowly put the gift on the ground, biting my bottom lip gently. I turn around and started walking to my car, then I heard it: what I wanted and didn't want to hear. The sound of his front door opening. My heart skipped a beat. Should I stop or keep going like I didn't hear anything?

"Aye!" 

I hadn't hared that voice in years. Well, no actually; it's been months, but it felt like years to me. Without a doubt it was him. A deep, yet soft and sweet voice; one that I miss so much. I felt my knees get weak and without thinking about it I stopped, but didn't turn around. 

"Aye... Mayra!" 

My stomach had more butterflies than before. I had both hands in my coat pockets, turning around slowly. I saw him standing only a few feet away from me holding the gift, wearing gray sweat pants, a white wife beater and a black sweater unzipped on top. He was the most beautiful Greek man I had ever seen in my life. He stood about 5'11; his muscles bunching and flexing, his hair light brown cut short and he had a sexy goatee.

I gave him a smile, biting my bottom lip. I felt the wind blowing a little harder. I don't know if it was the wind or my nerves. He smiled back at me, raising his left eyebrow. "Happy Birthday!" I said.

Smart move Mayra. No! Hey No! Nothing, I thought. 

"Thank you, but you shouldn't have." 

His voice sounded so good to my ears. I could tell he wasn't mad anymore or at least I thought that he wasn't.

"Yeah, that's what you tell me every year. I just came by to drop it of didn't want to send it in the mail I was afraid it would break," I said, looking at him without taking my eyes from his. 

He looked at me for a few minutes or at least it felt like that.

"I never thought I would see you," he said almost choking on his words. 

I was surprise he said that. Then he smiled at me. I blushed big time. I'm very light skinned, so my face looked light pink.

"Yeah, neither did I... hmm I ... I... got to go it was good seeing you" I said turning, and feeling like a total fool for just walking away from him. 

But before I knew it his hand grabbed my right arm, turning me around towards him. He placed his left hand around my waist and with his right hand he pulled my head towards his face. I closed my eyes as our lips met; slowly I felt his tongue going into my mouth, exploring every inch of it. The adrenalin flowed through my body. I could feel the passion in every kiss he gave me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, slowly holding him tightly and pulling him more into my face. He gently bit my lower lip and slowly sucking on it. His left hand moved slowly to my ass, squeezing it hard. No one had ever kissed me the way Demitri was kissing me then. I fought with myself. I didn't want to break the kiss, but I slowly pulled away looking up at him. We were both breathing very heavily. I felt really short standing next to him. I'm only 5'4. 

"I'm really sorry Dee." 

Tears started falling down my cheeks. He slowly shook his head.

"No, we both fucked up, not only you... I should have called you a long time ago, but my pride wouldn't let me." 

He gently brushed away my tears and smiled at me. 

"C'mon, let's go inside." 

Grabbing my hand, he led me in. Feeling like a little girl holding his hand, I smiled.

When we got to his room I could smell his cologne on my coat. In one quick motion he had me in his arms again; his lips pressing against mine. Our lips felt like fire against each other. He slowly pushed me towards the wall next to his bed, pressing his body against mine. He pinned both of my arms up over my head with just one hand, as his other hand started running up and down my back. He then slowly started unzipping my coat and releasing my hands, pulling the coat back and letting it fall to the floor without breaking our kiss. 

He then pulled back 

"Baby, tell me to stop now if you have any doubts about this...because once I start I don't think I'm going to able to stop myself!" 

He was smiling down at me. I shook my head and that's all he needed to know. Leading his lips to kiss my neck gently, he started nibbling and licking his way up to my ear. I felt goose bumps on my skin as his lips nibble on my ear; I gave out a soft moan. I bit my bottom lip, slowly pulling his sweater off. I wrapped my arms around his waist and moved my hands under his wife beater. He pressed harder onto me when he felt my hands on his bare skin. He pulled me towards the bed, laying me down on my back. 

He stood up taking his wife beater off. I bit my lip harder and my eyes widen when I saw his body. 

'Damn, Mayra this was what you were missing!' 

I positioned myself on my elbows as he got on top of me, kissing my lips and running his fingers up and down my sides. I knew he was more than ready to make me his. I could feel his cock press against my stomach. I was more than ready to be his: my pussy was wet by the time he had me on the wall. I was so lost in the heat of the passion that we had for each other that I didn't even notice when he took my shirt off. The next thing I knew he was already pulling my jeans off. Damn, he's fast!

All I wanted was for him to make love to me right then. I couldn't take it anymore, my body felt so hot with passion. He slowly ran his index finger over my panties right on my clit and pressed against it. My body shivered and convulsed. 

He moved my panties to one side and started stroking me with his finger. I bit on his shoulder and moaned with pleasure. He knew he already had me wrapped around his fingers by now; and I had him too.

With his other hand he fought to unsnap my bra, and finally after fighting with it for what seemed to be a long time it came unsnapped. Slowly pulling it just under my breast, he licked his sexy, cherry color lips as he leaned down to take my right nipple in his mouth, slowly licking around it. I gasped for air as my hands grabbed onto the sheet covers, pulling on them. The best sensations swept through my body: passion and lust all at the same time. With his finger on my pussy and his mouth on my nipple I felt like I was ready to climax. I reached down with both hands and began pulling his sweats away from his body; he lifted his hips as I pulled them off, along with his boxers. He stopped stroking on my dripping wet pussy to pull my panties off, leaning down again to lick and suck on my left nipple. He pinched my right one with his fingers and I felt helpless under his body. 

Demitri started trailing his tongue and lips down my stomach; I arched my back. 

His lips, wow, feeling so good on my body. 

With my body burning with heat and passion, he stopped right before he reached my pussy and looked up at me smiling. He leaned down and kissed and licked my thighs. I moaned with desire feeling intoxicated by his scent. 

He was moving really slow to slow for me now, because my body was already calling out his name, and he could hear it. He had taken control of me and I didn't even know how it had happened or when. I knew now that he was teasing me and making my pussy even wetter then it already was; if that was even possible. Before I knew it his tongue was licking my clit softly; sending shivers up and down my body.

Man, did his tongue feel good on me! 

He kept being gentle, moving his tongue up and down and then in circles; dipping his tongue inside and tasting my juice. I took a deep breath and gave out a soft moan. Without thinking; at this point I couldn't even think anymore, I grabbed his head and pulled it into me. I wanted more of him; I needed to have more of Dee. It was then that he began to use more force; his tongue moving faster on my clit and inside my pussy. My legs trembled and jerked in response to what he was doing to me. 

Damn, did this man know what he was doing! 

Fuck I don't want to cum yet!

I stopped him before I could climax. He took a deep breath and smiled up at me. I pulled him up to my lips, kissing him deeply and tasting my pussy on his lips.

I wanted to return him the favor, but Demitri had other plans. He put all his weight on his right arm and with his left hand he began to tease my pussy with his rock hard cock. He leaned his head down and I began to lick and suck on his neck. I knew that this would drive him over the edge. 

"I need to fuck you so badly," he whisper into my ear. 

In an instant; in one powerful thrust, his hard and, may I add, very thick cock was inside me. We both moaned at the same time, and without knowing it, I bit his shoulder.

"Oh my God, yes Dee!" were the only words I said to him. 

He held still inside me for a few seconds, and then he began to slowly pull back and thrust back in. The sensation on my body was driving me crazy. He held on to my hips and started to fuck me harder, and faster. My breasts bounced back and forth with each thrust. We were both breathing heavily now. I closed my eyes and gave in to him; letting him do whatever he wanted with my body. It was his and he had full control of it.

He whisper in my ear very gently, licking my ear lobe

"Turn around, I want you on all fours." 

Then he pulled his cock out of me slowly.

Before I got on all fours, I looked down at his cock.

Wow! He was big! 

Slow turning around I got on all fours for him. I wasn't yet in a really good position when he began pounding my pussy from behind, holding on to my hips. His thrust was very rough and fast and again he was holding on to my hips. He spanked my ass a few times and the pain made my pussy hotter for him. He moved faster than before, and I was arching my back and ready to climax. My body began to shake and tremble under his. I screamed out, as an orgasm took over my whole body and jerking wildly. Behind me, his body was sweaty and he was very hot. 

As he continued to fuck my pussy, he began to push one finger into my ass. I moaned in pleasure. Slowly, he slid his cock out, but kept pushing his finger into my ass. 

"Relax, Mami," he whispered, pushing his finger deeper into my ass. 

"I want to hit it from the back," he said gently, not asking me; more like telling me. 

All I could do was nod my head. I was at his mercy and I couldn't say no to him, even if I had wanted to. He was already stroking his cock and pushing it into my pussy to get it nice and wet before fucking my ass. Then he pulled out my pussy and grabbed my left hip, pulling me towards his cock.

He aligned his cock with my asshole; now holding on to both of my hips. He pulled me a little more towards him as he pushed forward, slowly ramming all his cock into my ass. I moaned in pain and pleasure at the same time. Pushing my face down on the pillow, he waited for me to get used to the feeling; or at least to get over the pain. He started to pull all the way back until only his cock head was in me, and then pushed back in again, and each time a little rougher then before. 

Demitri started to build up speed and I could feel his balls slapping against my slit. Now all I could feel was pleasure. The pain had gone away or just turned into pleasure. He kept moving fast and he gave out a soft moan. As his great cock fucked my ass, he reached under my hip and began rubbing my clit.

Man, did this feel good.

My body started to shake and I knew I was ready to cum again. One last time he pushed his cock as deep as it could go in my ass. It went so deep into me, and I did not know I could take so much cock in my ass, I didn't know my ass had such depths. 

Then he pulled it out and, adjusting position just enough, he pushed it into my wet pussy again. As he fucked my pussy again, he kept rubbing my clit, and he began to fuck me real rough. He had hold of my hair and he was pulling it, and I could not help arching my back as he pulled. 

We both moaned really loud

"I'm close to cumin baby!" he gasped, while pushing harder in and out.

"Cum in my pussy Dee!" I moaned, even louder now. 

He closed his eyes. I felt sweat drip onto my lower back as he pulled my hair harder. He thrust harder, shooting his hot cum deep in me. 

Fuck... 

Another spurt came out of him as he pushed deep into me again. 

I started moaning and howling as he kept rubbing my clit; my body shaking as I started to climax. I pushed myself towards him behind me, my pussy pressed hard against his groin and squeezing his cock. I was milking his hot cum out of him.

A few seconds later he collapsed on top of me, kissing and nibbling on my neck. Breathing very heavily, he lay on his back and I lay on his chest looking up at him. 

"I love you," he whispered, kissing my forehead. 

"I love you too, and Happy Birthday!" I told him.

He gave me a big grin. 

A Birthday Gift



My boyfriend and I have always been very open in our relationship. We always talk about who we find attractive and joke about one of us running away with some random celebrity. We were friends years before we got together you see, our friends were going out in high school and we've been inseparable ever since. Because of this we've always been able to talk about everything, if something is wrong we sort it out and no-one ever gets hurt. It's something my friends have always been envious of; to them we live in our perfect little bubble.

Now don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm not happy, I love him more than anything, it's just that well, being friends first sometimes makes it difficult to talk about certain things. While I was growing up sex was just sex. You'd try the odd position and that would be it as far as experimenting was concerned. To me that's all there was too it. My friends on the other hand shared a very different view on sex. Whenever we get together they'll exchange stories and fantasies, talking about what they've been up to with their partners and what they want to do. They all seem so open about it, they know what they like and what the partners like. They can talk about it. I guess that's something I've always envied about them. Whenever they ask me about my sex life I'd go completely blank and try and divert their attention to someone else, it worked more often than not but I was always left wondering what I was missing out on. 

Part of me has always been curious to know what guys fantasise about, lesbians are the obvious thing to turn to but there has to be more to it than that. The girls all talk about how great it is to share fantasies and to have them fulfilled and I've never had that and I'm pretty sure my boyfriend hasn't either. Next week is my boyfriend's birthday and I want to make it special for him. I'm going to bring his fantasy to life.

I could have just asked him what his fantasy was but I always seem to back out at that last minute, so here I am, sitting at his computer. I know I shouldn't go through my boyfriend's computer but this is for him. As I turn on the power I can feel my nerves building up, I realise how little I know about him, I have no idea what to expect, what if I can't do it? No, I have to focus. First things first, what's his password? I try his birthday, then my birthday. No luck. I look around the room for any clues, mother's maiden name? No. Got it! Loppy, his pet rabbit's name. 

As the desktop loads I soon learn that I have no idea where to even look to find his porn, I know he watches it, but how do I find it. Having never had to look for it before, my first instinct is to check his internet history but it was clean. Ok, so I check the hard drive, but what do you search for when looking for porn? Scanning through his documents I find a suspicious looking folder, the only unnamed one I had come across. Feeling my heart pounding as I move the cursor over the folder I start imaging all the things that could be waiting for me in the next window. A small collection ambiguously named videos loaded on the screen. I couldn't make out much from the icons so I swallowed hard and opened them into a play list. Turning down the volume I sat back a watched. 

At first I was confused. I knew these were bondage videos, but not what I had always expected from bondage. There was no dungeon furniture, no weird costumes, just kind of submission I guess. To my surprise I actually began to enjoy watching it. By the time I had reached the third video I had slid my hand up my skirt, running my fingers along the edge of my underwear. My other hand had worked its way to my bra, gently squeezing my boobs as my nipples grew harder. 

As I watched the girls increasingly tease the man, who was now bound to a bed, I began touching my wet pussy, feeling myself getting more and more turned on. I could feel my body start to tense up as I began rubbing my clit, getting closer and closer. I closed my eyes, so close I can feel myself tipping over the edge.

Shit.

That was the front door. What time is? He can't be home already. I snapped out of my trance and shook my head. 6pm. How long had I been watching those videos? I quickly shut down the computer and ran down stairs.

"You look rather flushed," laughed Patrick.

I tried to hide my embarrassment, "Yeah, I was...doing some exercise."

"Since when do you exercise?" he joked and walked up stairs for a shower, kissing me on the head as he walked by.

That night I couldn't get those videos out of my head. Why couldn't Patrick have been just a few minutes late to arrive home, just this once. Needless to say I didn't sleep too well, I wanted to finish what I had started earlier that evening right there, but how would I explain my sudden interest in myself to Patrick. No, if anything this anticipation was going to make Friday night even better.

The next day Patrick went to work and I hit the shops. I had never realised how fun shopping for underwear could be. Usually I buy it because I need it, but now, well this underwear had a purpose. I was going to give Patrick a night to remember and I wasn't going to be doing that wearing just anything. After browsing and trying on countless bras and basques I finally settled for a black and white number; a black corset with white lace running along the top drawing all attention to my cleavage. I found a pair of black frilly underwear with the similar white lace, this time starting on the top of my thighs and going across to the bottom of my ass. Combined with black stockings, top hat and a pair of the highest heels, I was ready to go.

I couldn't bring myself to buy any restraints and props in person so I went online to finish my days shopping spree. After ordering the essential restraints, I didn't want to go over top so I settled for an under bed restraint, I searched for props. Feathers, blindfolds and vibrator, just in case of course, and I was done. I didn't want to go too far, not on my try at least.

Friday was soon here and my new toys had just arrived. It was like Christmas morning, but I didn't have long to play, Patrick was finishing early tonight and was due home in less than an hour. I went up stairs to set up the bed restraints and hid the rest of my purchases in my draws. I didn't have much longer to get ready so I slipped into my new underwear and threw a dress on top of them so not to ruin the surprise. I'd get everything else ready while he was in the shower.

I saw Patricks car pull up in the drive way. This was it. I'd been waiting all week for this and I couldn't wait. 

I greeted Patrick at the door and wished him a happy birthday. Quickly kissing him I ushered him up the stairs.

"What's the rush? I've just got in," he questioned.

"Oh you'll see," I giggled to myself.

Patrick turned to look at me; he had a confused and slightly anxious look on his face.

"It's a surprise," I laughed, "So go up stairs and have a shower and then you can find out what it is," I said hugging him.

As requested he went up stairs, perhaps more confused than before.

I waited by the stairs until I heard the water running. That was my signal that it was safe to go back upstairs.

Taking off my dress I put on my heels and top hat and lit the few candles that sat around the room. I turned off the rest of the lights and waited at the foot of the bed for Patrick to return to the bedroom.

Twenty minutes later the door opened.

"Why's it so dark in here..." Patrick trailed off.

I could see him catch a glimpse of me in the corner of his eyes as he shut the door behind him. Standing up from the bed I took a few steps towards him, urging him to walk closer.

"What's all this?" he asked.

"This, this is your surprise," I whispered into his ear, breath gently blowing against his neck.

I could feel Patrick's arms pull me closer against his body, still wet from the shower. I shook my head and took a step back. He looked slightly confused; he wasn't used to not getting what he wanted. Standing in the centre of the room I walked around him, tracing my finger along his shoulder and across his back, gently leaving a trail of kisses on his neck as I turned to face him, letting my hand fall down his bare chest.

It was already clear that he was enjoying this.

"You seem to be slightly over dressed Patrick. I'm afraid you're going to have to lose your towel if you want me to go any further."

Patrick did as he was told and dropped the towel, his cock already beginning to harden. Pulling me closer, Patrick starting kissing me along my neck and across my breasts, running his hands along my back as he tried to undo my corset. Again I pulled away. 

"No touching," I said, shaking my head as I pushed him onto the bed.

Lying there I started leaving a trail of kissed up Patrick's legs, starting at his feet and working my way up to the top of his legs, letting out a gentle moan as I reached the inside of his thighs. Purposely avoiding his now hard cock, I continued kissing his chest and then neck. I was now mounting him and could feel his growing hard-on through my underwear. Gently rocking my hips back and forth against him I moved his arms above his head, feeling cock rub against my clit with each rock. Letting out another gentle moan I reached for the restraints and cuffed his arms into place. He didn't notice his now limited movement until I climbed off from on top of him. This time he did not question my actions, he simply lay there as I fastened his legs into place with the remaining restraints. I took a step for a moment admiring my work. How hot he looking lying on the bed, unable to move and already so hard. 

I slowly walked towards him, his eyes fixed on me the whole time. I went to my draw and pulled out the blindfold, I could see Patrick desperately trying to focus on what it was I was holding as I played with it in my hands. I leant down in front of him, just enough for my cleavage to be on full show and right in front of his face. Pulling the blindfold over his eyes I slowed walked back to the foot of the bed.

"No peaking," I said as I walked away.

Running my hands up his thighs I felt him flinch under my touch. I had control over him. My fingers traced a circle across his hips and across his stomach, making their way along this over leg. I could feel him trying to move away from my touch, trying not to give in, but the restraints ensured he had to feel everything. My hands now on the inside of his thighs I gently ran my fingers over his balls, Patrick spreading his legs slightly as I do. 

After letting out a moan I allow my fingers to tease his hard cock, starting at the base and slowly circling the head. Gently caressing his balls I reached for the feathers that now lied on the bedside Patrick's naked body that seemed to almost glow in the candle light.

Continuing to slowly trace my fingers up and down Patrick's now bursting erection, I ran the feathers along his legs, starting at his thighs and working my way down towards his feet. He shuddered under their touch, trying to avoid them tickling him. As the feathers reached his feet I heard him moan as I took the tip of his cock in my mouth, slowly licking the head. Again running the feathers along Patrick's legs and along the inside of his thighs I began to lick down the shaft of his cock, teasing his balls with the tips of the feathers.

"This is tortured," Patrick whispered.

"Then why are you smiling?" I said, leaving a trail of kisses across his chest.

"I just want to fuck you, right now," he moaned as I kissed his neck.

"But I'm not finished," I whispered in his ear.

"Besides, this is making me so hot; you wouldn't want me to stop would you?"

"Oh, you enjoy this do you? Teasing me, begging you to fuck me?"

I slowly lifted his blindfold, "You have no idea how much," I said smiling at him.

"Where are you going?" he questioned as a walked away from the bed and across the room, making my way to the chair on the opposite side of the room. 

I faced him, spread my legs and smiled, "Watching you this turned on, this hard, it makes me very wet Patrick."

Leaning back into the chair I ran my hand over my chest and along my stomach. Reaching my underwear I let out a soft moan as my hand met my warm centre. I traced my fingers along the edge of my underwear, feeling Patrick's eyes staring at me the whole time. Stopping for a moment, I looked up and smiled at him, sliding off my panties as he smiled back. My fingers soon found my clit, teasing it as I brought myself slowly closer to the edge. I couldn't help but moan as I touched myself. Being watched by Patrick, knowing he had no control over what was happening seemed to make everything so much hot and so much more sensitive, without realising it I was already so close to cumming. 

Closing my eyes and throwing back my head I reached for the vibrating bullet that was sitting beside me. Its sound alone sent shivers down my spine as a slowing ran it around the edges of my pussy, teasing my clit as I grew closer to my throbbing centre. I couldn't help but gasp when I finally gave in at let the bullet trace over my clit. Within seconds I felt my body start to tense up, this was it, I was so close, closer than I thought possible.

But I wasn't ready yet. With all the strength I had inside me I turned off the bullet and looked up at Patrick. By this point he seemed almost in a trance as I stood up and walked towards him, unfastening my corset and throwing it to the floor.

Still rock hard I started kissing him across his thigh and chest I as climbed on to the bed and mounted him. I could feel the tip of his cock teasing my clit, I was still of so close it was torture not to make myself cum right there. I looked down and smiled Patrick and I kissed him.

"I think you're ready," I smiled him, slowing letting him inside of me.

Even this slightest of movements caused us both to moan as I lowered myself and began to ride him. Rocking my hips I could feel his hard cock deep inside me as he thrusted his hips with mine. Building up a rhythm I began to pick up speed, feeling myself getting closer as I grabbed Patrick's chest. I threw back my head as his cock was forced deeper inside me, I couldn't hold it in anymore, I was so close.

My breath grew shorter and my body tense. I could hear Patrick moaning, his thrusts getting faster by the second. I closed my eyes as I seemed to lose all control over my body, my hands now desperately clasping my boobs as felt my body tighten. With one last thrust I was there. My body collapsed against Patrick's as I tried to catch my breath. 

Laying motionless for a moment I could feel Patrick's heart pounding in his chest. Struggling to get my breath back I tilted my head up to look at him.

"Happy birthday gorgeous."



A Birthday Gift...



This story takes place many, many generations ago; back in the days when living life WELL was more important than living life easy. A time when honor, fortune and love ruled the days and magic was everywhere, and everywhere you made it. During these times, people were tyrannized by curses, but the curses very often didn't have the final say...

Once upon a time, in a kingdom further than just up the road, an ugly ogre and a beautiful maiden had been imprisoned together for a time in a dark, foreboding tower at the furthest most edge of the territory; he in the dungeon and she in the uppermost room, never knowing one for the other during their stay. At times the ogre, deformed and somewhat truculent from his years alone in the dungeon of the tower, had escaped his tiny, dank cell and had several brief encounters with the regular world but always found himself caught once again and returned to the tortured loneliness of his solitude. You see, at one time the ogre hadn't been so terribly ugly-in fact one could say he was handsome in a misshapen sort of way, but he had run afoul of the wrong sorts one day - magical, terrible folk, and had come away cursed for what he was sure was the rest of his life with his increasing unattractiveness. 

After his release from the tower, he spied the maiden as he was skulking around the outskirts of a local feast. He was skulking because he was terribly hungry, and the feast was what he really wanted but he dared not go in for fear that his ugliness would scare the joyful townsfolk. As he lurked around the edge of the music, laughter and dancing, a few of the townsfolk discovered him and appalled as they were by his appearance welcomed him into the feast and allowed him, for a brief moment, to feel as a normal person might.

He'd spied the beautiful maiden from time to time on his past escapes into life, and was smitten with her beauty and presence from the first glance. The glow she carried with her lit up every place he glimpsed her, no matter how low the torches burned. To say he was scared to catch her eye was to say that the sun lit things up just a little! He was sure that he would never be able to talk to her, without her dismissing him out of hand for his appearance and who he was. But he knew of her story, and was amazed to find that she too had been imprisoned in the tower and that they had spent so much of their years separate yet next to each other- roommates of sort- prisoners of similar cubicles, yet on different levels and for vastly different reasons. His confinement was due to his curse, and the increasing unsightliness he bore about himself, hers for reasons not fully crystalline to any but her.

But at the feast, in the midst of the laughter and joy the townsfolk were allowing to creep into his miserable existence, he lost himself to the brief delusion that he was a regular man, and somehow was able to turn his attraction from afar into the smallest bout of courage and was able to speak to the incredible beauty. He'd only seen her from across a crowd in the past, but would think of her beauty when he was alone at night. His false sense of acceptance strengthened his bravado and the ogre was able to overcome his inherent fear and talk to his longed for beauty- if just in a brief, halting fashion. 

They exchanged names; hers a magical name suited to such a wondrous creature, his simpler and plain. Much to his wonder and surprise, not only did his introduction to her convince him that her spectacular outward appearance was matched by her inner radiance; he was finding the source of the glow that was draped around her in such a glorious fashion. He was shocked to feel as if, not only was she speaking to him out of politeness and pity for his sorrowful countenance, she almost seemed to be speaking as if she viewed him as an ordinary, real man! His heart leapt as his words seemed to carry beyond the confines of his bedraggled and beaten face, to be heard and paid heed to by the only angel his heart would ever know.

He departed the feast that night, leaving all the happiness and chatter behind as you would leave a dream behind the next morning, to return to the cave he inhabited where he shared his meager space with an horrible troll that only came forth when the moon was in the right house for those type of creatures to be known. As he laid his unfortunate self on his pallet to sleep, his soul felt more fortunate than ever before, as he had been given a glimpse into the lucky uncursed world and for the space of a night, had almost felt as if he'd fit into that place despite who and what it was he had become. Also his soul danced with the dreams of his angel, lovely in the light of the feast with the music, laughter and dancing swirling about her as if paying tribute to her exquisite presence. So it was with a seldom-worn smile on his lips that the ogre drifted off into the realm of dreams, where even a soul such as his was able to find a partner.

The next day was awash with things to do, for the ogre was only hindered in life by the curse he bore, the rest of his faculties were just as sound, if not superior to, most. In fact, he had enjoyed some little prominence in the past for his skills as an artisan, and his intellect and kindly nature were well respected by the few who had come to know him in his travels throughout the various kingdoms he had explored. So as he went about the daily tasks of creating a living and surviving in his small, cramped world, his mind focused on the mundane tasks around him and he put the events of the previous night aside. Amazingly, as he went about his routine he was shocked to come upon his gorgeous maiden, wandering about in the edge of the woods leading to his cave. More amazingly, she smiled as she saw him!

"Good afternoon, fair lady." he stammered, hardly able to think at the moment.

"And to you as well, oh great and terrible ogre." she answered, the corners of her captivating eyes turned up in a secretive smile.

"What is it that begs the visit of one as pleasing as you so far into these treacherous woods?" the ogre cautiously ventured.

"Well, I was told in town that this is where I might find the man I had such a nice talk with last night.", she replied sweetly, her voice sounding to him as the music had last evening, only more heavenly.

"Ah, well then," he deflected, "you must have gotten turned about somewhere on the path, for there is none such here, only myself and a small troll in a cave." inside him though his heart was sinking, because for the briefest of seconds, he'd fancied that maybe she'd come to see him. But as soon as she mentioned the man she was looking for, he knew it would not be his fortune to speak with her that day.

"But sir, it is YOU I have traveled here to see!" she laughed, her wondrous eyes flashing, the peals of her laughter as light as the flaps of a butterfly's wings.

"Um, oh." he was stunned. In fact, almost in shock because she had actually called him a MAN, and had made a joke of the fact that he was such a terribly ugly creature! Could it be that this fairest of all nature's creatures actually saw him for what he felt inside?

"But I am tired from so long a journey, and I would much rather rest than try to decipher the difficult ums and ohs of the ogre language, right now." she teased, her acceptance of him being carefully measured with mirth.

"Um, oh." was his reply, and he cursed himself for having misplaced his brain for the moment. Still yet he was trying to let it sink in that here she was, joking and laughing with him, not at him as he had been used to from most folk for most of the recent years. You see, of late the ogre had become accustomed to several reactions from the people that crossed his path- sheer revulsion, abject disgust, or just a carefully measured tolerance for him until folks had gotten whatever it was they needed of him, THOSE were the responses he was most familiar with.

"Well, perhaps we need change your name from Lusmore to Um, oh!" she joked, her giggle tinkling across the small space that separated them.

"And perhaps yours to Jester, rather then Huldre!" he parried, his wits finally seeming to function again. "And of how may I be of service to my fine visitor this lovely day?" he asked.

"No service," she responded, "I just came in hopes of continuing to talk, as we had at the feast."

Confusion and fright welled up inside his breast, almost pushing aside the longing for companionship and his enchantment with her, for here is what he dared not hope for, happening right at this very place! If only she knew of how their talk last eve had sparked his soul, carrying him to a spot so far outside himself that he no longer felt the horrible curse surrounding his every step! Surely she must be a goddess, or faerie princess, to have such great beauty and sweet soul together at one time. He had best watch his P's and Q's, for to anger either a goddess OR faerie princess could be dangerous indeed, and cursed as he was already, the next could be even worse, and he had no desire to find this true. But the magic he'd felt during their talk washed over him, and his fears turned to joy as they laughed and chatted together for some time, speaking of things small and large: hopes, dreams, and wonders of their world.

Soon the afternoon turned to evening, and darkness started to fall so the ogre, fearful of her safety in the woods after dark, made his wonderful new friend cut short their pleasant, glorious discourse and bade her make haste to return home.

"But Lusmore, I am frightened a bit to travel these woods at dusk, and I may not find my way and get lost!" she ventured, "Besides, it is YOUR fault that I have let the sun escape me, so it shall be your fate to have to walk me out!" she teased.

"That I can do, Huldre!" Lusmore replied, keeping his joy at the prospect of more time with her in check.

And so it was that a relationship between the two began, an odd pairing most thought when they were seen together, but a joy for the ogre to be living. His heart would leap at the very thought of her, his breath could not be caught when he'd see her. Her laughter was heaven's music to him, her every wish his most fervent desire to fulfill. This much was true, the ogre had fallen for the first time in his pitiful life deeply in love, for there was not an inch of her he didn't treasure, not an ounce of her he would change, from her silky auburn hair, to the delicate toes she tread every lovely step with. Most thought him very lucky, for his Huldre WAS beautiful, and he knew she had many, many admirers, but in his thoughts he was more blessed than any creature in the world.

Things carried on this way for a time, and Lusmore became more and more enraptured by his love, and seeming to feel his love returned. But as life is a great and terrible host, there were trials and sorrows along the way. The ogre battled monsters, planted the fields for her family when they were ill or could not, even gave of his meager living to keep her living in a lifestyle suitable for one he felt so much for. The work was difficult, the toil great, but no price was too much for him to pay, just to feel the brush of her lips on his cheek or to see the smile that outshone the sun. And to hear her laugh and watch her enjoying herself when she was pleased was far more than he'd ever imagined! Yes, he was deeply in love with Huldre.

But tragedy soon overshadowed his idyllic days with her - not in his life, for he was of a mind that anything that happened to him was of no consequence as long as she was part of his world, but in his fairest of maidens life fate was being a cruel teacher. Huldre had suffered a loss of the ability to work for a time and her home was jeopardized, then her cart was destroyed so she had no way to get about to the markets and festivals, but Lusmore did his very best to see that those things were not as big a burden on her as they might be. A death in her family followed, and she was even returned to her former prison for a short time. These things, though he tried to help her cope with them, the gentle ogre could not relieve.

Shortly after these things occurred, his radiant light became despondent and no amount of cheer or help the ogre offered seemed to brighten her spirit. Cruel fate had not won out over him, and so he thought perhaps his strength could nurture her though these hard times, but life was to deal him his most crushing blow. His joy was great at one space as it seemed his sweet love had made the turn to coming back to her beautiful former self, and Lusmore the ogre thought that he may even ask for his maiden's hand, but joy is too often just momentary. It was shortly after he felt the hope that his Huldre would return to her old nature that there was an argument, a horrible row in which Lusmore, in an attempt to help the only love he'd ever known, had made a grave error in judgment and had hurt his Huldre at a time when more discomfort in her life was more than she could bear. Huldre screamed at him and Lusmore wept openly, but the point of no return for her had been reached, and it was then that the strangest of couples was no more.

Feeling again all the ugliness he bore in his cursed form, his heart no longer even in his body, Lusmore the ogre wandered, soulless and empty through his days, tears and pain his only, and constant companion. He even returned himself to his dungeon, vowing to live out his days there, apart from the now cursed real world. He stayed in his dark, solitary prison for a long time, constantly thinking of his one true love, missing her so terribly that each day he woke to the realization he would have her in his life no more, his heart was torn apart afresh. He lost all desire for life, the once persistent spirit to overcome he possessed no longer at work in his soul. But still he wished for HER. You see, even though the ogre had lost the light of his soul only after finding it in her, his love for her was still so strong that it would somehow keep him alive, even though that was the least of his desires. After a time, the constant pain of not being with his love became bearable, much as people who live with physical pain become accustomed to the torturous feeling.

He did become a bit functional, finding ways even from his dungeon, to try and let his faerie princess know that he still thought of her with kindness and dear love, bordering perhaps on the crazed, but it was the only sense of relief he could find from the daily anguish he felt. Time passed, and from his dungeon he would hear news of her passed along from a few kind folk that had grown to do more than just tolerate his deformed presence. The memories he carried of her swept over him at these times-thoughts of her striking beauty, her gorgeous nature and radiant spirit stirring up all the love he had in him. 

Over time his love had found another, was starting a family and building a home with this one, and as painful as it was for Lusmore to hear and think of, his one truest desire for her had always been for her to be happy, and to have all that she wanted from life so he was truly able to hope that she'd found her happiness. He resigned himself to being just a memory to his princess, most likely fleeting and soon lost, but hopefully a pleasant one for the time that he made her memories. Also he was resigned to the fact that he would never lose the memory of her, that what heart he may yet have was totally, irrevocably hers, a spot of magnificent warmth and hope in his life, brief though it may have been.

Finally, his feelings became manageable, and he saw that her happiness was all that ever truly mattered to him, and that to do the one last thing to allow her to be happy, he had to let her carry on with the new life she was creating. So it was coincidentally near his love's birthday, that Lusmore (a fitting name, pronounced- "Lose more") the ogre, decided that the memories she had given him were gift enough to last a lifetime, and he would free her from the prison he had started to keep her in within his heart. But as it was her birthday time he still felt the need to give her something more, something she may be able to look back on and maybe smile over-or maybe, just maybe, bring back a thought of him. One of his greatest joys was the fact that Huldre always enjoyed hearing his stories, for in being cursed and outcast as he had been most of his life he had become used to making up tales to keep himself amused in his loneliness. 

So it was with that thought that he decided to write her a tale to read, a tale that he'd put his heart and love into, just to remind her one last time that his love for her overpowered every other feeling he'd ever known. A birthday gift and a farewell to the greatest joy he'd ever feel. So much for happily ever after.

This is my gift to you Huldre - Happy birthday, I love you.



A Birthday Gift for Jim



"Johnny," Sue whispered in my ear, "you want to come and party with us at our house?"

Her hand was rubbing my thigh through my jeans, and occasionally brushed over my hard cock. She giggled when she felt my erection. 

My face flushed from the alcohol and excitement. I answered her, "Ah, well...yeah, sure!"

The bartender had just announced 'last call' when Sue asked me. I'd met her and her husband Jim a couple hours earlier, and we hit it off immediately. Even though they were older, in their mid-thirties, I had a great time with them drinking and laughing.

Sue was a pretty woman with long, black hair, shapely legs and fanny, and I guessed 34-C breasts. I'd gotten my first erection that night when we danced and she held me tight against her warm, supple body. She flirted with me the rest of the night. I didn't know what was going on between her and Jim, but she was definitely coming-on to me.

Jim was a very handsome man, with a hard, firm body. He was two-inches taller than me; probably thirty pounds heavier and it was all muscle. I didn't consider it a 'gay-thing' by admitting he was handsome; I'm an open-minded guy, and I say what I think.

I explained to Sue that I didn't have my car here -- that I lived close enough to walk, and she smiled, "No problem -- Jim will bring you back when we're done."

Done? Done with what? I wondered.

In the car, Sue had me sit in the middle between her and Jim. There wasn't much room, and my thighs pressed against both of theirs. She stretched out her arm and laid it on the top of the back rest. She stroked my hair and neck as we drove to their house. My erection throbbed inside my pants; pre-cum soaked the front of my string bikini briefs. Sue had a slight smile on her face as we rode to their house.

I'd moved to town three months earlier. Nowadays, you had to go wherever you could find work. My job required me to work pretty much alone, so I hadn't made any friends there. I found the bar a couple blocks from my apartment, which meant I could walk back-and-forth. A good thing, too -- I tended to drink more than I should.

Their house was beautiful! They were doing quite well for themselves. A three-bedroom, two-and-a-half bath, southwestern ranch-style with a swimming pool in the back yard, and it was very tastefully furnished.

Sue had disappeared; Jim and I sat next to each other on a large, plush couch. We smiled and made small talk. I felt comfortable with him.

When Sue came back she handed us a glass of wine. I usually didn't like wine, but this tasted delicious. She sat next to me and reached into a small, gold-leaf box on the coffee table. We watched her pull out a joint; she lit it and gave it to me. I'd smoked pot before, but I was more of an alcohol type-of-guy. I dragged on it and proceeded to cough. They thought it was very funny, so now I was determined to show them that I was a cool-guy, and took a long, deep drag and inhaled it into my lungs. 

I passed it to Jim; he took a small drag and gave it back to me. I took another deep drag and gave it to Sue. All the while, Sue's hand stroked and caressed my thigh. Once again, my penis was hard as a brick. By the time we finished the joint, my head was floating in the clouds; I wore a permanent grin on my face, and my cock throbbed and danced inside my jeans.

Suddenly, Sue announced: "Last one in the pool takes it in the bottom tonight!"

They took hold of my hands, helped me off the couch, and we went outside to the swimming pool.

They wasted no time stripping off their clothes. My head turned side-to-side watching them undress. When Sue was naked I gasped at the sight of her beautiful breasts and soft, sensual flesh. I turned my head in time to see Jim take down his boxers. 

His hard cock sprang into view. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock and balls. He had to be seven inches long, and an inch-and-a-half around, and he was hairless 'down there', as-a-matter-of-fact, his chest and back were hairless, too. He had the most magnificent body I'd ever seen on a man!

They came to me, and their hands worked at my clothes. When I stood wearing only my red, string bikini briefs, Sue smiled and said, "Oooo, look at his pretty panties." Then she grasped the waistband and yanked them down exposing my trembling, five inch cock.

"How cute!" she shrieked; then standing between us, grabbed our cocks and led us down the stairs and into the water.

Normally, I would have died of embarrassment. I was shy and introverted and sexually naïve, but the pot worked its magic, and I thought this was the coolest thing that had ever happened to me. 

We splashed and swam and played games. Sue was an excellent swimmer and made sure we never lost our erections. She'd swim circles around us, grabbing our cocks whenever she could. I wasn't a very good swimmer and when we went to the deep end, Jim held me by the waist with his strong hands. Sue would swim between our legs and give our cocks two or three quick strokes. My head swam in lust; my balls ached for release. 

"Okay guys," Sue said, "it's time for the band aid game!"

I didn't know what she meant but I played along. Jim and I sat side-by-side on the edge of the pool, our feet and legs dangling in the water. 

Sue came to us and fastened band aids at the base of our hard cocks and wrapped them around our shafts.

"Okay, guys -- whoever gets the band aid off the other guy first -- WINS! And Johnny, there's a trick to this game -- see if you can figure it out."

Huh? What? I wondered.

Then I felt Jim's hand on my cock; his hand twisted and turned at the band aid sending sharp jolts of pleasure through my cock and up my spine. My mouth opened and I groaned.

Not to be outdone, my hand grasped the base of his cock and began trying to slide the band aid up and off his rigid member. We laughed and worked hard at the band aids. Our hands slid up-and-down each others' cocks. Jim put his arm around me and pulled me close -- he kissed me. I kissed him back; our hands working feverishly on our cocks to win the game; our mouths and tongues fused together in passion because it felt sooo good.

Jim stroked my cock faster-and-faster -- he never touched the band aid. I began to swoon; my chest heaved; I gasped for air. His hand was the center of my universe. Up-and-down---up-and-down---up-and-down---his strong hand stroked my cock. I felt my balls contract; my head fell back and I shouted and moaned as wave-after-wave of cum shot out of my cock. He kept stroking until he had milked my balls dry.

My penis returned to normal. He easily slipped the band aid off my shrunken cock. 

"We have a winner!" Sue yelled.

We laughed. So the trick was you had to make the guy cum before the band aid would slide off. 

Very clever! I thought.

I was aware of Jim's hard cock still in my hand. "I want to finish the game, too," I said. 

He smiled at me and we kissed each other as my hand moved faster-and-faster on his beautifully smooth, now-throbbing cock. Our lips melded together; he began moaning and thrust his hips in time with my stroking hand. His cock felt natural in my hand. I reached for his balls with my other hand. I rolled his balls with my fingers. He shouted, "OH JOHNNY!" and shot load-after-load of hot cum between us. When he was done, my hand was covered with his cum and I brought it to my mouth and tasted it. I liked it -- I licked my hand clean. 

I pulled the band aid off his now-deflated penis. We laughed and kissed.

"Johnny...Johnny -- I need your mouth, baby. Eat me, Johnny—eat my pussy!" we heard Sue scream. I'd forgotten all about her.

I looked and she was sitting next to me, her legs spread wide with her hand between them feverishly masturbating. I jumped in the pool and positioned myself between her legs. I watched her hand on her pussy. 

Now this was never my favorite thing to do with a woman. A vagina seemed so out of place with the rest of a woman's body. I mean, from head-to-toe a woman was soft, supple, full of curves and sensuality, but when I looked at her pussy it seemed like just a hairy gash. A jungle of hair with an open slit deep in the middle of it. It doesn't fit with the rest of her body. I was afraid of it.

I took a deep breath and went in. My last girlfriend taught me how to pleasure her this way, and I concentrated hard remembering the lessons she gave me. Sue was easy; she had done most of the work herself. I pushed my lips and tongue into her and licked and sucked. Her juices were flowing freely. Breathing down there was always the hardest part. When I took her clit between my lips and licked it with my tongue she exploded. Her thighs trapped my head tight between her legs as her hips thrashed about wildly. I gasped for air. My face buried in her pussy. 

"That was nice, Johnny," she said. Then she reminded Jim that they had to get up early, and asked if he'd drive me home; it was more of a command, than actually asking him. It had been clear all night that she wore the pants in the family.

When Jim excused himself and went to the bathroom Sue came to me.

"Johnny, next Friday is Jimmy's birthday, and I really want to surprise him...he, ah...he really likes you -- a lot! You seem to like him, too!" I blushed. "Anyway, I was thinking...if it's okay with you...." 

The suspense was killing me. "What? I mean...what do you want to ask?"

"I want you to be his 'birthday gift'...I want you to be his 'bitch' for the night!"

I blushed a scarlet red. "I...well...ah. I---"

"Think about it okay? Give me your phone number and I'll call you." I gave her my number. "Promise me you'll consider it. From what I saw tonight -- you might like it even more than Jimmy!" I blushed again. 

On the drive home Jim and I didn't say much. We were tired, but from time-to-time we smiled at one another. He parked the car in front of my building.

"I had a good time tonight," he said.

"Yeah, me too!" I answered.

"I hope we can get together again," he said.

It was then I noticed his deep, sea-blue eyes. "Maybe we will," I sighed. 

The next few days were sheer torture. A million thoughts raced through my mind. This was the biggest personal decision I ever had to make in my life. If I agreed to be his 'bitch' -- my life would change overnight. I didn't know how my friends and family would react to the news that I was queer. Not only queer, but a 'bottom' queer, no less. I thought my mother would be able to deal with it, but my dad? No way! 

It didn't surprise me I was even considering the idea. The mental image of Jim's face and body had been intruding into my psyche often now. And his gorgeous, hard cock...well, I masturbated every night remembering the thrill I had gotten when I held and stroked his hot flesh, and the delicious taste of his cum. I fantasized what it would feel like to have his cock in my mouth...and in my bottom. 

I heard from Sue. She gave me the directions to their house and what time I should get there. "I know it's awfully early," she said, "but I want to get you ready for him."

Ready for him? I wondered.

Friday finally came -- it seemed like the longest week of my life. I was still undecided; torn between my base animal wants and needs, and my logical, practical mind. 

I left work early to get to their house on time. Well, you know...when has a brain ever won out over a hard penis?

"Hi Johnny," Sue greeted me then hustled me straight into the bathroom.

A bubble bath was waiting for me. I was getting nervous; this was a little too girly for my tastes.

Sue knelt down and untied my shoelaces. "C'mon, Johnny -- we really don't have much time!"

I removed my shirt. She had taken off my shoes and socks and when she went to open my belt she sensed my hesitation. "Don't be a silly -- I've already seen you naked. Remember?"

I slid off my pants and briefs, and stepped into the hot bath. The water felt wonderful as I sat back and relaxed. Puzzled, I watched Sue strip down to her black lace bra and panties, she was alluring and sexy, but for some reason I didn't get a hard-on. She then grabbed soap and a loofah and began cleaning me.

"So Johnny," she said, "how many boyfriends have you had?"

"Huh?" I said.

"Oh, I don't mean to be nosey, I was just wondering...."

"Ah, I haven't...ah, well—none!" I answered.

"None?" she wrinkled her nose. "You just play around? Isn't that kind of dangerous these days?"

What in the world was she talking about? "No-no...I mean, I'm not gay."

She dropped the soap. "Huh?" she squinted at me. "Surely, Jimmy's wasn't the first penis you masturbated, was it?"

"It sure was," I said.

A smile slowly spread across her lips. "So you're not gay?" I nodded. "Why are you here?"

My face turned red and I was tongue-tied.

"No-no-no, that's okay...when we met you we just assumed...so you've never 'been' with another man before Jimmy?"

"No."

Her smile reappeared. "So you're a virgin?" I nodded. "...and you've never given a blow-job, either?"

"No," I smiled, "but I'll try like hell to make it good for him!"

We both laughed. She didn't press me for an answer as to why I was doing this, and I was grateful for that. Instead, she went into a long, but interesting explanation as to how Jimmy liked to have his penis sucked. I listened attentively and made mental notes.

She went to the vanity and returned with a razor and shaving cream. She frowned. "I figured I'd shave you, but if you're not gay, I dunno...Jimmy likes his boys hairless!"

"If that's what Jimmy likes -- go for it!" I said.

Now I understood why we started so early. I never realized how long it takes to do a good job of shaving body hair.

She shaved my legs, underarms, chest, around each nipple, then finally my pubes. 

"Oooops -- one more place," she said, and told me what I should do. I stood and bent over for her and spread the cheeks of my ass with my hands. It was embarrassing, but when I felt the shaving cream back there and then the razor, it made sense to me.

When I was 'hairless', she pulled the plug from the bath, turned on the shower and had me rinse the soap and hair off my body. I ran my hands over my shaved areas and loved the smooth feel. Who knows? I thought, I might keep this look.

"Just one more little thing, sweetie," she said as she held up what looked to be an enema bag.

"Is that what I think it is?" I asked, incredulously. 

She smiled. "Well, sweetie, when he takes your cherry and you discover how much you love the feel of his marvelous member inside you, well, that's no time for an 'accident' to happen."

I guess she was right. I'd never thought about it before. When we were finished, and I cleaned myself, she pointed to a hangar that held a pink negligee and matching panties. 

"You're going to look hot in those. He'll love it!" she said, and handed me the garments. I'd seen them earlier, but figured they were hers.

We heard Jim call out Sue's name. He was home -- my heart began beating faster.

"Get dressed, sweetie, I'll have him shower in the master bathroom." She said, and left me alone.

I pulled the negligee over my head and smoothed it in place. Then I stepped into the panties and pulled them up. Oh my God they felt good! The panties were diaphanous and sheer; the material pressed against my cock and I got hard instantly. I stroked my cock through the panties -- Sue caught me and laughed.

"I knew you'd love them!" she said, looking at my erect cock, "oh, yeah, keep yourself hard -- you look so hot with your penis poking out like that -- Jimmy will friggin flip-out!"

She gave me last minute instructions and a peck on the cheek.

"Have fun tonight, sweetie!" she whispered, and left me standing in the bathroom, behind a door that was slightly ajar so I could hear what was being said in the living room.

I heard their muted voices in the living room. I strained to hear my cue. Finally, I heard her say, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JIMMY" and I slowly walked into the living room.

The look on his face was priceless! His eyes bugged open as he drank me in. His jaw dropped. Then he smiled that beautiful smile; he looked so incredibly happy that it brought tears of joy to my eyes.

He was dressed only in boxers. His skin glistened from the hot shower. He was more gorgeous than I remembered. 

Sue played a slow song and sweet music filled the air.

"I get the first dance," she said, and I watched the happy couple hold each other tight and sway with the music. I saw Jim's lips say, "Thank you" in her ear. She smiled and said, "Be gentle with him -- he's a virgin!" His eyes lit up.

Sue motioned for me to come to them. She broke away from Jim and she said, "Next" 

"Have a wonderful evening, boys," she said as she grabbed her purse and went out the front door.

Jim stroked my hair as we danced. I ran my hand up-and-down the smooth skin on his back. 

"I thought of you all week," he whispered in my ear. "I was afraid I'd never see you again."

I was amazed at how good those words made me feel. I guess I always underestimated the power of words. 

"Sue said that you're a virgin...how can that be? A boy so pretty and personable like you."

"I've never been with a man before -- except you."

He pulled my head close to his and we kissed. A long, slow, lingering kiss. He took my hand in his.

"Want to go to the bedroom?" he asked, his eyes searching mine.

"Yes," I said, barely audible.

He felt my hand shaking and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes...I want to be your girl tonight," I answered.

"Girl?" he smiled.

"Or is it 'I want to be your bitch tonight'?...see, I told you I was new at this."

We both laughed as he led me to the bedroom.

A lone lamp with a red light bulb on the table beside the bed illuminated the large bed. I thought the lighting was sexy, very passionate. The covers had already been turned down. He wanted me to lie down, but I another idea.

I kissed him and caressed his chest and played with his nipples. I kissed his chest, his nipples then downward until I was on my knees. I pulled his boxers down. My heart leapt when his erect cock sprang into view. God it was beautiful!

I smothered his cock with kisses. I reveled in his manly aroma. Then my tongue snaked out and licked every glorious inch; every vein and bump. I discovered he was especially sensitive when I licked the underside of his cock. I wet my lips and slid them over his cockhead. I licked the hot flesh of his cockhead and my own cock throbbed inside my panties. I grasped his shaft with one hand while the other held his balls. His sac was heavy. I massaged his balls and sucked on his cock. This brought a low, guttural groan from deep within him. 

I slowly stroked his shaft. I took as much of his cock into my mouth that I could. My head bobbed back-and-forth on his cock while I stroked his shaft and messaged his balls. He was moaning constantly now. I remembered Sue's advice and kept my tongue licking and lapping at his cock-flesh while my lips slid over his soft skin. 

I felt his hand press against the back of my head and his hips push forward. He forced more-and-more of his cock into my mouth. I licked and slobbered on the stiff hot poker in my mouth. My hand grasped his shaft firmly and flew back-and-forth---back-and-forth---back-and-forth. 

Suddenly, he held my head still and fucked my mouth. I felt his balls contract in my hand. I planted my tongue on his cock-slit and caught his cum directly on my tongue. I greedily sucked and lapped-up his cum and swallowed. His cock spurt load-after-delicious-load of cum on my tongue and I swallowed and swallowed. Finally, his cock shrank in my mouth. I licked him clean. When his cock slipped from between my lips, I looked up at him. A look of sensual adoration came over his face. I was pleased and proud. 

I lay on the bed and he lay beside me. He stroked my smooth chest and thighs; I held his balls and we kissed. He took hold of my cock through the panties; my body spasmed at his touch. Pre-cum wet the front of my panties. He stroked me firmly, relentlessly. We were kissing when I came. I groaned into his mouth. My body jerked and heaved. I completely soaked the front of my panties with cum. It was the best orgasm I'd ever had.




A Birthday Gift for Jim



I pulled off the negligee and panties. I wanted to be naked with him. I lay with my head on his chest. His arm around me; he was stroking me. We talked of our lives. We both asked and answered one another's questions. I thought he was the most remarkable man I'd ever met. I felt a pang of regret when I remembered he was married to someone else.

I absentmindedly caressed his penis as we talked. When I felt it begin to respond to my touches, I kneeled between his legs. I held his sac and kissed his balls. The aroma filled me with lust. I licked his balls. I tried putting both of them in my mouth at the same time but they were too big. He chuckled. I sucked his balls one at a time. I sucked his balls and lathered them with my saliva. 

I pushed his thighs backward. He knew what I wanted and pulled his legs back to give me access to his asshole. I kissed and licked his asshole and perineum. I curled my tongue and pushed it into his anus. I slid my tongue in-and-out of his anus; I tongue-fucked his asshole. He was moaning and his cock was hard again.

I took his cock in my mouth and proceeded to give him a long, leisurely blow-job. Unhurried; I wanted it to last a long time. I loved the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth. I wanted his cock in my mouth forever. I was happy I found this out about myself. I'd learned a great deal about myself so far, and the night was still young. I learned that I was definitely gay; and most assuredly a 'bottom'; and I loved sucking cock. And it was most definitely going to be easier finding a guy who wanted his cock sucked than it was finding a woman who would suck mine.

Jimmy was groaning and rolling his head back and forth on the pillow. I doubled my efforts and sucked and stroked him faster-and-faster. I tasted his pre-cum and swooned with delight. I felt his balls move forward, and his hips jerk wildly and he pumped jet-after-jet of cum into my mouth. I swallowed every drop.

Afterwards, we lay there and he asked, "Are you hungry? Sue has a roast in the crock pot."

"Yeah", I said, "man can't live on jism alone -- although I wouldn't mind trying." 

He laughed. He pulled on his robe and gave me Sue's pink robe to wear. 

We drank red wine and feasted on roast beef, new red potatoes, carrots, onions and whatever else was in the crock pot. It was fabulous, and yes, we were very hungry. 

When we finished the dishes we sat on the couch. His arm around my shoulders and I held his balls for him. We kissed; I caressed his penis into an erection. 

I whispered in his ear, "I want to feel you inside me, Jimmy. I want you to fuck me in the ass." His cock twitched in my hand.

The smile on his face warmed my heart as he led me into the bedroom. We took off our robes and embraced. We kissed and I stroked his hard cock. A tube of lubricant was on the bed stand, Sue thought of everything. Without Jimmy saying a word, I bent over and placed my head on the bed, I spread my legs wide, and reached back and pulled apart my bottom-cheeks for him.

"Ohhhh, Johnny..." he swooned.

I felt the cool cream on my anus. He worked around my hole; he applied more cream and his finger pushed through my entrance. "Ooooo..." I gasped. More cream, and his finger slid all the way inside me. "OOOHHHHH..." I groaned, and wiggled my fanny. I grabbed the pillow and buried my face in it.

I reached back and took hold of his throbbing member. I rubbed his cockhead against my hole. I felt a sudden panic -- how in the world was this monster going to fit inside me? I pushed my hips backwards. His cockhead was half inside me. I grunted and pushed back harder. His cockhead pushed past my sphincter and his shaft began to enter me. 

"AAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH...." I shouted.

Jimmy grasped my hips and ever-so-slowly pushed his entire cock inside me. I screamed into the pillow. Stars danced before my eyes. I had to fight my instincts to keep my sphincter loose for him. He stayed still and let me get used to the sensation. Then he slowly backed his cock out to the head then pushed it into me again. My face was sweating on the pillow. I babbled incoherently as he fucked me harder-and-harder.

We settled into a steady rhythm. I felt every nuance of his cock inside me. On one stroke, he pushed his cock all the way in and bumped my prostate. 

"OOOOOHHHHHH—YYYYEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS...." I cried out. 

The pain was gone. Waves of pleasure engulfed me. I threw my hips back at him like a bitch in heat. We fucked furiously. Gone was any sign of tenderness; he fucked me hard like a mad man. He reached around and grabbed my cock. He stroked it fast. 

"OOOOOooooooooooooooooooo...." I swooned with ecstasy.

He held me tight to his thrusting cock. His hand giving me incredible pleasure. I pushed my hips at him with wild abandon; I loved his cock inside me. I loved being fucked in the ass. I loved being his bitch.

Faster-and-faster we fucked. His turgid cock sliding in-and-out---in-and-out---in-and-out of my clutching asshole. I felt his cock expand inside me; he screamed as he pumped his scalding cum inside me. I felt my balls tighten, and my cock exploded spraying cum all over the bedsheet. The odor of semen filled the air. We collapsed on the bed. It took our breathing a long time to return to normal.

When I left there that night, I had the feeling that the secrets of the universe had been revealed to me.

Friday nights are now 'Our Night'. I spend every Friday with Sue and Jim at their house. Jimmy is simply amazing. He fucks Sue into multiple orgasms and has enough left over to fuck me silly. We absolutely love that man.

You know, his birthday is coming up again next week, I wonder what Sue has planned for him this year?



A Birthday Gift from Father in Law



Mera naam anjali hai ghar me sab mujhe pyar se anju kahkar bulate hai. Mai UP ke ek chote town me rahti hu. Meri umar 32 yrs. hai aur meri shadi ko 7 saal beet chuke hai. Mere husband ke sath jhagda hone ki wajah se main apni sasural me apnes ke sath rahti hu aur husband dusre city me rahte hai. Mere in laws mujhe bilkul bhi pasand nahi karte hai kyoki wo muje unke bete ke alag rahne ka doshi samajte hai.Mai ek school teacher hu. 

Mere father ka naam digvijay hai.unki age yai koi 57 years ke lagbhag hogi. Father in law ka sharir ek dum kasa hua hai aur unka kad thoda thigna hai.Meri mother in law mere husband ke sath hi rahti hai. aur main father in law ke sath ghar me rahti hu.Main unhe daddy ji kahkar bulati thi. Mere husband kabhi kabhi hi ghar pe aate hai.

Main apni body ka description de rahi hu jisse ap logo ko meri ek imaginary body banane me madad mil sake. Meri height thodi kam hai yani ki 5' ke aaspas hi hogi. Mera skin ka colour fair hai ek dum makhan jaisa. Mera badan ek dum bhara hua hai. Meri chatiyan doodh se bhari hui hai aur nipple choclate colour ke hai. meri breast ka size 34c hai. Mere baal black and brownish colour ke hai. Mere hips ka ubhar aisa hai jo kisi bhi mard ko bechain karne ke liye kaphi hai. Jab mai saadi pahnti hu to aur bhi khubsurat lagti hu.

Meri shadi 25th years me hui thi. Mere husband ka naam Rajiv hai aur unki umar 35 yrs hai. Height bhi mere barabar ki hai aur sarir dikhne me average hai.College me kai ladko ne mujhe prapose kia but maine kisiko ko serious nahi liya kyoki main sirf apne pati ko apne sarir ka gift dena chahti thi. Jab meri sadi hui thi to mai kuwari thi aur mere pati ne hi pahli baar mujhe suhagrat ko chua tha.

Yeh ghatna kuch samay pahle hi ghati aur main kisi ko ye baate bata bhi nahi sakti thi, jisse maine ye socha ki ye main aap logo ke sath share karu. Ek din ki baat hai garmi ke mausam me main common bathroom me naha rahi thi kyoki mere bathroom ka shower kharab ho gaya tha. Common bathroom ka lock kuch kharab tha, Maine socha ki raat me kaun aayega to jiski wajah se maine aise hi door band kar diya tha.

Maine apne saare kapde utar diye the aur shower ke niche khade hokar shower le rahi thi.Tabhi achanak se door khula to maine dekha ki mere father sirf lungi me khade the.Maine ek dum chauk kar towel ko uthaya aur lapetne lagi lekin tab tak father in law ne mere saare ango ko bade ache tarike se dekh liya tha aur wo bathroom se bahar nikal gaye.Main jaldi se nahake bahar nikal aayi. Father in law ne bahar aane ke baad mujhe data aur bola ki darwaza band karke nahi naha sakti ho aur bad me kahogi ki maine tume iss abastha me dekha. Maine dady ji ko sorry bola aur apne room me chali gai.

Iss ghatna ke baad dady ji ka behaviour meri taraf badal gaya tha. Main jab bhi kitchen me kaam karti thi wo mera hath batane aa jate the aur mere ango ko niharte rahte the aur mujhe chune ka mauka dhudte rahte the.

Sunday ka din tha main fresh hokar breakfast prepare kar rahi thi ki tabhi daddy ji ne muje awaz lagai ki anju aaj bahar chalte hai kahi ghumne tum ready ho jao jaldi se.Maine breakfast lagaya aur hum dono ne breakfast kiya aur hum dono market ghumne chale gaye. Daddy ji ne muje ek yellow colour ki sadi dilai aur main bahut khus ho gai thi ki daddy ne muje maaf kar diya hai aur sayad meri jindagi me sab thik ho jayega par muje kaha pata tha ki ye tufan aane se pahle ki shanti hai. Agle din mera birthday tha to muje ye khusiyan bardasht nahi ho pa rahi thi ki itni sari khusi ek sath muje kaise mil gayi. Sham ko jab hum log ghar pe aa gaye the to daddy ji ne kaha ki anju kal tum yahi sadi pahanna. Maine daddy ji ko bhi nirash nahi karna chahti thi aur maine jhat se haa kar di. 

Agle din jab meri aankh khuli to maine dekha ki mere husband ka massage aaya tha. Mere husband ne muje birthday wish kia aur bola ki anju ab main tumse koi jhagda nahi karna chahta hu aur muje i love you bhi bola main bahut khus ho gai thi maine bhagwan ko dhanyabad bola aur main fresh hone chali gai. Maine phir daddy ji wali saadi pahni thi aur matching ki chaddhi aur bra pahni main us sadi me ek dum khili khili lag rahi thi.

Main kitchen me breakfast bana rahi thi ki tabhi daddy ji bhi aa gaye aur mere piche khade ho gaye aur muje birthday wish kia. Daddy ji bole ki gift nahi logi kya maine kaha ha zarur tabhi unhone muje piche se pakad liya aur mere khule pet par hath pher kar bole main hu tumhara gift. Main ekdum chaunk gai aur daddy ji ko dhakka markar dur karne ki kosis ki par daddy ji ne muje kaskar pakad liya maine kaha ki aap ko kya ho gaya hai. Mai apki bahu hu main apki beti saman hu please muje chodh dijiye aur main rone lagi.Wo bole ki anju jab se maine tumhare nange badan ko dekha hai tabhi se use pane ki chahat ho gai hai main iss badan ko le ke hi manuga. 

Main ro rahi thi aur apne apko chutane ki kosis kar rahi thi lekin daddy ji ke mardane jism ke aage meri kosis bekar sabit ho rahi thi. Daddy ji ne muje apni baho me qaid kar rakha tha aur main apne phule huye chutado pe kuch chubta hua mahsus kar rahi thi. Daddy ji meri gardan ko chum rahe the aur unke hath mere pet ko sahla rahe the, Main roye ja rahi thi aur chudhane ka prayas kar rahi thi. Par kaphi dino se pati ke sath sex na karne se mera control mujse chhutata ja raha tha aur mera virodh kam hone laga tha.

Daddy ji ne mera face apne samne kiya aur apne ghutne ke bal baith kar mere pet pe apni jibh se chumne lage. Main fresh hokar aayi thi aur sayad meri perfume ne unhe aur bhi madhosh kar diya tha. Daddy ji ki lar se mera pura pet ek dum gila ho chuka tha. Wo apne danto se mere pet ko katne ki kosis kar rahe the.Unke danto ke bar se mere pet pe lal nishan pad gaye the. Daddy ji apne hatho se mere chutado ko sadi ke upar se hi masal rahe the aur muje apne control me karne ki kosis kar rahe the.Main har nahi manna chahti thi. Maine unhe dhakka dekar apne room ki taraf bhagne ki kosis ki par meri sadi khul gai aur pair fas gaya jisse main gir gayi.

Daddy ji bole anju please man jao jid mat dikhao mai tumhari jindagi badal dunga tumhari khusiyan wapas aa jayengi.Daddy ji ne jamin par hi meri tango ko apne hatho me pakad liya aur mere pair ke anguthe ko muh me lekar chusne lage tange upar uthane ki wajah se mera peticot meri thighs ke upar chad gaya daddy ji ko meri dhudhia aur makhmali jangho ke darshan hone lage. Wo jaldi se niche baith gaye aur meri thighs ko apne danto se katne aur apni jibh se chumne lage main madhosh hui ja rahi thi aur sex ka khumar mere sar par chadta hi ja raha tha.Unhone mera yellow colour ka peticot ko upar kar diya aur main jo yellow colour ki chaddhi pahni thi ab wahi meri suni chut ko chupaye hui thi. Makhamali aur chikni janghe aur tange unke samne thi wo unhe sahla rahe the. Maine bahut dino baad kisi mard ka hath apne badan par mahsus kiya tha jisse mera virodh khatam sa hi ho chuka tha aur sex ki khumari chad rahi thi. Daddy ji ne muje god me uthakar mere room me lakar bed pe lita diya aur mujse bole anju wah kya jism paya hai tumne Rajiv ko thik se iska maja lene bhi diya hai ki nahi, chalo wo na sahi uske papa to hai tumhara iss jism ki maja lene ko. Aaj to jee bahr ke pyar karunga tumhare birthday ke liye isse acha gift koi nahi ho sakta hai.

Daddy ji bhi mere pas hi let gaye aur mere hotho ko chusne lage hotho ko katkar bilkul lal kar diya tha.Wo Mere galo per dant se kat rahe the.Main unka virodh kar rahi thi par wo kum tha. Daddy ji ne phir mere blouse ke andar hath dala aur doodh ko daba rahe the. wo apni ungli se nipple ko daba daba kar khel rahe the. Main apna hosh hi kho chuki thi. Sex ka jaadu mere sar pe chad gaya tha main aahe bhar rahi thi aur garam garam sanse chodh rahi thi.

Daddy ji ne ek hath se huk kholkar mera blouse bhi alag kar diya maine apne doodh ko chipane ki kosis ki to unhone mera hath hata diya aur meri bra ko niche khiska kar doodh bahar nikal liye. Mere dodho ko chusne lage aur apne dato se mere nipple ko kat rahe the. Muje dard ke sath sath ek anand mil raha tha meri ankho band ho chuki thi. Main unke tane hue lund ko apni jangho pe mahsus kar rahi thi. Daddy ji ne meri nabhi me jibh phirana suru kar diya aur apne hatho se mere dono doodho ka kachumad bana rahe the, muje bahut dard ho raha tha par meri sunne wala waha koi nahi tha. Mere safed doodh ek dum lal pad chuke the. Mere doodho ko khub chusne ke baad hi unhone muje aram lene diya. Main apne peticot me thi aur mere upar ke jism pe meri yellwo bra hi thi jo unhone pet pe khiska di thi.

Daddy ji ne mere peticot ko upar utha diya aur chaddi me hath dala to Jaise hi meri chut par unki ungali ka sparsh hua muje ek dum se current sa lag gaya maine ek dum se unka hath pakad liya aur apni janghe band kar li. Main apni chut ko ek dum saaf karke rakhti thi aur aaj hi usko shave kiya tha jisse ek bhi baal meri chut pe nahi tha. Main bed pe sidha hokar leti thi aur daddy ji ka muh ek dum meri jaangho ke bich me tha. Daddy ji ne meri chaddhi ko tango se niche khiska kar alag kar diya aur apni jibh se meri chut ko chatne lage. Meri chut ko kha jana chahte the. Mera to bura haal ho chuka tha aur mai sahi galat bhul chuki thi. Meri chut bhi unki saliva se bhig kar ek dum gili ho chuki thi aur ras ugal rahi thi. Daddy ji apni jibh ko andar tak le ja rahe the main unke sar ko pakad kar apni chut chatwa rahi thi, meri to halat bilkul kharab ho chuki thi. Meri mansal jaanghe unke hatho me nahi aa rahi thi. Wo meri chikni jaangho ko sahla rahe the. 

Daddy ji thoda uth kar baithe aur muje ghumaya jisse mere gol gol chutad unke muh ke samne aa gaye. Daddy ji mere chutado ko apne hatho se tezi se dabane lage the. aur kuch der bad apni jibh se chumne lage.Meri chut se bhi ras nikal raha tha. Main aahe bhar rahi thi. Ghar ke sannate ko meri siskariyan cheer rahi thi. aur ek bahu apne sasur ke samne apna samarpan kar chuki thi. Main chutado me unka muh daba rahi thi wo mere gaand ke ched ko apni jibh se chedne lage main ahahhh ahhaahh kar rahi thi.

Daddy ji ke katne ki wajah se mere janghe aur chutad ek dum lal ho kar khilne lage the. Daddy ji ne bari bari se mere dono chutado ko khub chusa aur apne hatho se mere doodho ko dabane lage.Daddy ji ne phir meri chut ke upari bhag ko apni ungli se chedna suru kar diya main aahe bhar rahi thi aur aaahhhh ahh ki awaz nikal rahi thi. 

Daddy ji sirf paijama aur baniyan hi pahne the. phir apna paijama utar diya aur uske andar kuch nahi pahna tha. Unka kala lund meri ankho ke samne tha. Unka lund mere pati ke lund se chota tha par mota jada tha. Daddy ji ke lund ke charo orr kaale balo ka guccha tha. Aur unki jangho pe bhi baal the. Maine daddy ji ka lund sharma kar dekh rahi thi aur main soch rahi thi ab ye kala lund meri chut me kaise ghusega bahut dard hoga. Daddy ji ne mere gore gore hatho me apna kala lund pakada diya aur usko sahlane ko kaha mere hath khud ba khud unke kaale mote lund ko chune lage. Maine uski motai ko chua to unka lund mere hatho me nahi aa pa raha tha. Uska topa bhi ek dum phula hua tha aur tapte lohe jaisa garam tha. Jaha ek orr mere doodh aur jaanghe thandi thi wahi dusri orre daddy ji ka lund ek dum aag ugal raha tha. Thodi der tak sahlane ke baad daddy ji ne apne lund ko mere muh me ghusedne ki kosis ki maine mana kiya to jabardasti bal pakad kar mere muh me apna lund dal diya dum ghutne ki wajah se meri ankho me aansu aa gaye.Wo mere baal pakad ke mere muh me dhakke lagane lage the. Phir unhone mujse kaha ki isko lollypop ki tarah chuso.Thodi der tak baise hi chusne ke baad daddy ji ne apna lund muh se hata liya. 

Daddy ji ne mujhe bed pe sidha litaya. Mere badan pe peticot abhi bhi tha. Daddy ji ne chut pe apne lund ko ragadna suru kar diya. Unke lund ka topa meri chut ke muh me thik se nahi aa pa raha tha. Main unke dhakko ko jhelne ke liye apne aap ko taiyar kar rahi thi. Meri chut bahut dino se suni padi thi jisse ek dum tight thi. Maine unhe rokna chaha par unke jabardast dhakko ke samne mera virodh fika pad gaya. Jaise hi unka lund pahli bar meri chut me ghusa meri to saanse hi ruk gai aur main chikh padi. Unke dono ghutne bed pe the aur mere ghutne unke kandhe ke paas the. Meri taange hawa me lahra rahi thi. Daddy ji ne ruk kar lund ko dhire dhire aage piche karna suru kiya aur muje tab jaake kahi saans aayi. Daddy ji bole ah kitni tight chut hai anju. Daddy ji ka muh mere muh ke bilkulupar tha aur unke muh se garm sanse nikal rahi thi. Wo jab bi meri ankho me dekhte to tez dhakka laga rahe the. Daddy ji ke dhakke ke karan unki dono pote meri gand par takra rahe the unme se pat pat ki awaz aa rahi thi. Daddy ji ne apne dhakke bada diye the main bas un dhakko ka anand uthane lagi thi mera pura sarir dhakko se aage piche ho raha tha. Daddy ji meri suni padi chut ki jabardast chudai kar rahe the unke hatho mere doodho ko masal rahe the main ek dum se swarg me pahuch chuki thi. Daddy ji ke har dhakke ke sath anannd badta hi ja raha tha.Tabhi sasurji ruk gaye aur unhone apna lund meri chut se bahar nikal liya aur unka tana hua lund meri chut ke pani se chamak raha tha.

Daddy ji ne action badla aur muje ulta kar ke janwaro ki tarah jhuka diya aur mere upar chadkar piche se chadh kar meri chut me apna lund ghusane lage. Unki jaanghe meri jaangho ko sparsh kar rahi thi aur unke jangho ke baal meri jangho se ragad kar sex ki garmi paida kar rahe the. Daddy ji piche se pakad kar apne hatho se mere doodh ko daba rahe the. Daddy ji ke dhakke suru ho chuke the aur pach pach ki awaz ghar me gunj rahi thi. Daddy ji ruk ruk kar muje chod rahe the. Main bhi apni kamar ko piche kar ke unka sath de rahi thi. Daddy ji piche se meri soft peeth pe apni jibh se chat rahe the. Thodi der me hi mera pahla pani nikal aaya aur main ek adbhut ahsas mahsus karne lagi thi. Daddy ji nahi ruk rahe the ek dum se daddy ji ne bhi apni speed bada di, main samajh gai ki daddy ji ka pani bhi nikalne wala hai. Maine ek dum se unhe dur karne ki kosis ki to unhone muje kas kar pakad liya aur apna beej mere suni chut me chodh diya.Daddy ji ki jabardust chudai se meri chut ek dum lal pad chuki thi. Pura Beej chut me chodhne ke baad daddy ji wahi mere upar late gaye main ek dum thak chuki thi. 

Jab unhone apna lund meri chut se nahi nikala to maine hi dhakka dekar unhe apne se alag kiya aur unke lund ko chut se nikala. Main uthkar sidhe apne bathroom me gai, muje chalne me thodi paresani ho rahi thi.main apni chut ko pani se dhone lagi jisse ki daddy ji ke lund ka pani saaf ho jaye.Daddy ji ka rus pani ke sath meri chut aur jaangho se niche wah raha tha. Maine turant apne aap ko sabun se saaf kiya. aur bathtub me let kar apne aap ko shant karne ki kosis kar rahi thi. Jab main bathroom se laut kar aayi to dekha ki daddy ji abhi bhi bed pe lete the. Maine dekha ki daddy ji ka lund sikud kar chota ho gaya tha. Muje apne pati ki yaad aa rahi thi. aur main apne aapko kosh rahi thi ki maine virodh kyo nahi kia. Main dar gai aur apna room band karke rone lagi ki maine ye kya karwa liya.

Tabhi daddy ji uthe aur meri towel khol di aur main puri nangi unke samne khadi thi. Daddy ji mujse lipat gaye aur bathroom me le gaye muje. Bathroom me shower ke niche khade hokar mere dono doodho ko chusne lage aur apne hatho se mere chutad ko dawane lage. Maine kaha ab please chodh do muje jane do. Unhone meri ek na suni aur mujhe washbasin ke sahare khada kar diya aur meri taang ko upar utha kar apna lund ko meri chut me ghusa diya. Dard ke mare mera to bura haal tha. Daddy ji ke hath me ek tang thi aur wo meri chut me dhakke mare chale ja rahe the. Maine sharm se ankhe band kar rakhi thi. Daddy ji ke dhakko ki speed badti hi chali ja rahi thi.Wo apne chote par mote lund ko andar tak ghused rahe the. Jisse unke jhantthe meri chut ko ragad rahi thi. Thodi der ke bad unka pani chutne laga aur mera bhi pani unke sath hi chutne laga. Phir wo shower lene lage aur meri towel se apne lund ko saaf karke bahar chale gaye. 

Unhone pahle muje mere pati ke bed me choda aur baad me mere bathroom me jaha kai baar mere pati ne bhi muje choda tha. Muje bahut sharm aa rahi thi. Iss ghatna ke baad main apni najare nai mila pa rahi thi. Maine apne apko fresh kia aur bedroom ki sheet badal di. Breakfast karne ke baad sidhe school chali gai. School me sabhi log muje birhtday wish kar rahe the. Par mere ankho ke samne bar bar mere father ki chudai ka seen aa raha tha. Iske aage ki ghatna dusri story me bataungi. Apne comments jarur de jisse muje aage ki story likhne me madad mile.



A Birthday Gift from My Wife Pt. 01



The first story I ever wrote many years ago. Polished a little and now shared here. Hope you enjoy.

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I awoke rather late today as it was both a Friday and my birthday. Normally I would have work but I typically take off on my birthdays and with the luck of it being on a Friday this year I get the entire weekend to enjoy it. I looked over to my wife's side of the bed and noticed it empty. She usually can't sleep in as long as I do and likely has been up for a couple of hours already. I began to smell the scents of breakfast being made; bacon and eggs my favorite, maybe even some biscuits as a bonus too! I get up; pull on my underwear and head toward the delicious smells toward the kitchen. 

As I enter the room I look over at the stove and see one of the most beautiful women that I've ever seen cooking breakfast. As she finished up fixing the plates of food and turned around to set them at the table she noticed me still standing at the entranceway and smiled a big sexy smile at me. 

She had long red hair that came down a few inches past her shoulders, captivating green eyes, and what looked like the smoothest creamy white skin I've seen in a long time; all covered by nothing more than two small pieces of white cloth wrapped around her top and hips, fastened by a single knot of thread each, hiding her 34C breasts, ass and what I'm sure was a clean shaven pussy. The top unable to hide her erect nipples as they poked through the thin fabric; the cloth wrapped around her hips didn't quite complete its loop around this goddess's body, leaving a gapped slit to reveal her entire left thigh and just a hint of her left cheek. And between those two little white sheets of cloth was the most perfectly toned, flat stomach.

"Good Morning, Master." She says still smiling as she sets the plates down on the table. "You woke up a little earlier than I expected. I was instructed by your wife to have waken you with a birthday blow job." I was still standing still and rather confused as I was trying to process what was going on so I asked, "Master? My wife left you instructions?" 

She walked over to me and explained as she escorted my stunned body to the table to sit and eat my breakfast. "Yes. Your wife thought you might enjoy having your own personal sex slave as your birthday present, so here I am." And she again flashed me another one of her bright smiles. "Now you start on your bacon and eggs while I go and get the biscuits out of the oven. We want to be sure you have enough energy to do what ever you want, to me, as much as you want this weekend."

"The whole weekend you say?"

"Uh huh. Your wife figured since you had the whole weekend to celebrate, that she would let you enjoy your gift for the entire weekend too." 

"Sounds good to me."

As she opened the oven and bent down to take out the biscuits, the small slip around her hips rose up revealing the lower part of her ass and an absolutely delicious looking, clean shaven, pink pussy. Just as I had thought. Right then I knew what I would be finishing off my breakfast devouring. I love my wife, I thought to myself. 

I hand her my glass, as she places a biscuit on my plate and say, "Grab me a refill of milk for me please, my slave. And take off that top of yours while you're at it too." 

"Of course, Master." She says, as she turns around and unties the small string holding her top in place; walking toward the fridge for the refill of milk at the same time. Once the glass is full once again she turns back around, giving me the first unobstructed view of those perky tits of hers, her nipples made harder by the cold of the fridge. When she reaches the table to replace my glass, I can't help but lean in and give each of her nipples a quick lick and suck. She giggles and asks, "Oooh, does Master like my tits?" 

I withdraw my head and respond, "Oh yes, my slut, these are just perfect." I then slide my hand beneath her skirt and feel her sopping wet cunt, causing her to gasp. I slip two fingers inside her slit and then place them in my mouth, savoring her flavor. "And that's even better. Now since you failed to give me my morning blowjob, you can make it up to me by getting under this table and start sucking my dick. Just don't make me cum. I have another place for that to go." 

After a quick, "Yes Master," she crawled under the table to take her position between my legs, where I then lifted up a little so she could pull off my boxer-briefs. My now swollen cock, happy to be free of its prison, sprang up to slap the underside of the table before being grabbed by my horny slave who whispered, "Mmmm, so big." 

Now I'm not overly large or anything, but I do carry a rather respectable, shaven, 7 inch long, 5.5 inch thick cock. Or as my wife likes to describe it to her friends, "It's the kind of meat you don't want taken out of your cunt, unless it's going right back in. Again and again." 

Returning to my breakfast, as my slave was starting on hers, I let out a satisfying, "Mmmmmm," commenting more on the skilled mouth servicing me than the food. This is going to be a great weekend, I thought to myself. After I had finished what was on my plate, I sat for a few minutes enjoying the pleasures being administered to my cock and balls before instructing my slave to sit up on the table in front of me. Now disrobed of what little she had left, my slave sat before me with legs spread wide, and I looked down upon an absolutely beautiful, dripping wet pussy. To which I then muttered, "My favorite part of breakfast," before diving in between her legs where I sucked and licked and just devoured one of the sweetest, juiciest cunts I've ever tasted.

"OHHHHH, YEEESSSSS!! Thank you, Master! Please make me cum for you. Please eat my pussy until I cum! OH! OH GOD YES!" Her hands quickly found the back of my head as she pulled me further into her dripping hole as she exploded with her orgasm. She relaxed laying back on the table as I continued to lap at her juices, she tasted too good for me to stop at just one; so I continued to eat her to a second and then a third orgasm, in which I added two fingers into her tight snatch while flicking my tongue across her clit and sucking it between my lips. 

Finally, I decided that it was time for my own release. So I flipped my slut over onto her stomach, grabbed her by the hips, lined up my shaft with her opening and plunged into that tight, wet slit. We both moaned loudly with pleasure as I buried myself deep inside of her. I made very long, very slow strokes enjoying the feel of her cunt muscles gripping down on every inch of my pole. Every time I was buried back to the hilt I would make a slow circular grind, eliciting little mewing sounds from my slut. 

"Do you like my pussy, Master? Does my pussy please you?"

"Oh yes. Your tight little pussy pleases me very much."

"Oh I'm so happy it pleases you, Master. Please use my slutty pussy on your cock until it cums. Make your big, fat cock cum inside of your slave's horny cunt. Please Master! Please! OOOOOHHHHHH!!"

I moved my right hand from her hips and wrapped it in her flowing red hair, pulling her head back, and proceeded to pound into her slick cunt making her scream with delight. I nearly lost my load with her first orgasm around my cock, but my wife gave me this sultry gift to enjoy and that's exactly what I was going to do with it. Her pussy was leaking so much cum it covered my balls and trailed down our thighs. Her slickness allowed for me to easily plow into her for another ten minutes before unleashing a torrent of my ball batter into her womb, officially claiming her as my slut. When I was finally done filling her, I had her clean me off with her mouth.

"Now go and get the shower started so we can clean ourselves up."

"Yes, Sir."

I watched her as she walked out of the kitchen, her ass swaying with each step and our combined love juices dribbling out of her well fucked cunt and down her thighs. Yeah, this is going to be a great weekend indeed.



A Birthday Gift from My Wife Pt. 02



I leaned against the shower wall as my slave lapped at my balls with her tongue, ensuring she removed every last hair when she shaved the returning stubble from on and around my cock, while also having the entire length of my meat shoved down her throat at the same time. This girl was amazing. She had been sucking me no longer than five minutes before I could feel that familiar tingle of my orgasm setting in. My slave could sense it as well as she increased her sucking and licking, while grabbing my ass in an attempt to push my thick meat further down her throat. Finally I unleashed my cock cream into her mouth, every spray of fresh cum encouraged out of my balls by pleading, satisfied mewls from my slutty present as she continued to suckle my cock like a starving infant. 

After we had taken our time drying each other off, I instructed my slave, "Go clean up our mess in the kitchen from breakfast. Then get the massage table ready. I'd like a nice massage for my birthday too. Come and wake me up when you're ready for me, I'm going to take a nap until then."

"Mmmm, but I'm always ready for you, Master," responded my slut, as she gave me a flirty smile and reached out to gently stroke my slowly reviving cock. 

"You know what I mean you dirty little slut. Now go and do as you've been told. And put your uniform back on too. I don't want to be too tempted to mount you again too soon by having you walk around and doing your chores nude all day." 

While that last bit is partially true, I do enjoy a bit of teasing by having some bit of clothing to hide her beautiful assets. My wife has even told me I get more fired up when she "seduces" me in a sexy set of bra and panties, than when she starts off fully naked.

After about an hour, I woke up to find my sex slave riding me like a cowgirl in a rodeo, like the cockslut she is. Her little skirt was bunched up around her waist, to look more like a belt, and I had a clear view of that smooth pussy gliding up and down my shaft. From the amount of cunt cream coating both of our pelvic areas, she had either been grinding on me for quite awhile already or she had started on herself during her chores. That kind of behavior I will have to deter before it gets out of hand, I don't want her getting too tired before I'm done with her this weekend. I grabbed her hips and held her at the top of an up stroke, only my head inside of her lips, and kept her from plunging back down on my cock.

"Hmmph! Master why are you making me stop?"

"What were the orders I gave you?"

"To wake you up when I was done with my work. Have I upset you in how I woke you, Master?"

"No, it's not that. But you were doing something else while you did your chores didn't you? "

She bit her lip and cast her lusty green eyes downward, knowing she'd been caught. 

"I'm sorry, Master. But when I thought about how I was going to wake you up, I just couldn't stop from touching myself." Even while she said this she already began to start hunching her pussy against my rod, now laying flat against my stomach, her lips splitting around my width, clit grinding along the ridge of my cum shaft. 

SLAP! "Ow!" I gave her left ass cheek a nice firm spank.

"You bet you're going to be sorry," I told her and sat up laying her across my lap, "You think my wife will like it when I tell her that the slave she gave me wore herself out before I was done with her?" 

SLAP! 

"You think I want my slut so tired of cumming on her own that she's just laying there when I fuck her?"

SLAP!

"From now on, you are not to touch yourself in any way unless I tell you to."

SLAP!

"Your cunt is not to be fed my cock unless I give it to you. And most important of all, you WILL NOT cum until I say that you can. Do you understand your Master, you fucking Slut Slave?" 

SLAP!

"Oh god, no, Master! Please not that. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, Master! I won't be such a naughty girl anymore! But please don't take away my privilege to cum! Please! I promise I'll be good! OW!" 

She screamed again as I gave her bottom another series of thorough spankings, giving her creamy white globes a nice reddish hue. I ripped off the small cloth sheet that was the top of her skimpy little uniform and tossed her, face up, onto the bed before straddling her at her chest, waving my cock in front of her face. 

"You're not getting it. I still want you to be a dirty Slut. I just have to make sure you know your place. You're here for my pleasure, not your own." With that I grabbed her mane of red hair with both hands and shoved my still glistening meat down her throat. I fucked her face with abandon, my balls slapping into her chin. I have to admit; my thrusts were being fueled by a little bit of anger at this too eager Slut. With my punishment of keeping her from cumming, I was punishing myself too. I really wanted to be fucking that tight pussy, but I knew there was no way I could do so without her cumming. Sure, I could just give her permission, but that would just ruin the point of disciplining her so soon after placing it on her. I did have one idea, it was still a risk, but even then it could allow my Slut to prove just how badly she wanted to please her Master if it worked. 

I kept slamming into her mouth until I felt myself getting close to my orgasm. Before I lost all control I held her head to the base of my shaft, the tip of it buried in her throat. My release standing on a razor's edge, being held back by sheer will power. 

Looking into her green eyes, I told her, "Remember, you can't cum unless I tell you too. And if you do so before hand, then I'll have to find some other slut to replace you with. The neighbor's seventeen-year-old daughter has been coming over here to swim and tan out by our pool whenever my wife isn't home. She's even started going topless ever since those D size tits of hers filled out over the spring. I bet she would be running over here naked from school if she knew I needed a replacement Slut. So are you ready to prove to me that you can be an obedient Slut and keep your Master's cock to yourself by not cumming?"

She gave a confirming muffled moan, and I withdrew from her mouth with a wet slurp, spread her legs wide and plunged into her dripping snatch. I bellowed out a contented groan as I drowned her pussy with my thick load. With every blast of my seed, my slave let out a frustrated scream through clenched teeth, trying her best to stop her own orgasmic release. Her cunt was drooling out a lot of her juices, but I'm proud to say that she didn't cum. This girl was good.

"I didn't cum," she whispered with a smile on her face.

"No you didn't. You did very good, Slut. Maybe I won't have to replace you after all. But I won't let you have your release until much later tonight just to make sure your lesson sinks in. Now clean me up." She got up onto her hands and knees and slurped off our mixed juices from my still hard dick. I stroked her face gently, "Good Slut. Now go clean yourself up as well and come out to meet me in the living room for my massage." She stood up and unbunched her skirt, so that it barely covered her slit and left just a hint of her ass visible. When she reached for her top I grabbed it out of her hands and told her, "This stays off." She smiled and turned toward the bathroom to clean out the cum juices in her pussy and dribbling down her thighs.

Shortly after I laid face down on the massage table, with my slave's uniform top covering my ass, she walked into the living room ready to begin giving me a nice relaxing rub down. It had been a few weeks since I had gotten a massage last, and I was fully looking forward to enjoying this one. Normally my wife and I swap off massaging each other every week or so but the last several times we never really quite made it to my turn, as I got kinda carried away and proceeded on to fucking her as a wrap up to her turn. What can I say, my wife is a beautiful woman and I enjoy getting myself lost in her. Anyway, back to my massage. 

When she finished with my backside I turned over so she could then get my front, the cloth not entirely covering my erection. Once she had finished with everywhere else, she turned her full attention to the one muscle that her eyes have been lusting over since I turned over. She rubbed a little more oil between her hands before removing the cloth to reveal my entire stiff rod and cum sacks. She took hold of my shaft with one hand and massaged my balls with the other. With each stroke of her hand up and down my thick rod she slowly bent down lower and lower, her tongue licking at her lips, until she was close enough to envelope the head of my cock with her soft lips. 

"Uuummm. Your cock tastes so good." She said as she began kissing and licking down the length of my shaft to my nuts and back up. "Will you feed me with your cock, Master? Will you please feed me your cum? This Slut has been starving for so long for a nice, big, cream filled piece of cock meat like yours. Please, will you feed my hungry mouth and pussy with your big cock, Master?" She already knew my answer, and she didn't bother waiting for one. Almost immediately she was on my cock, shoving it down her throat, her head bobbing up and down so savagely that if my hands weren't gripping the sides of the table, I would have thought I was the one shoving her head down on my cock. 

Of course, as soon as I started to feel my balls begin to boil signaling my impending release, the doorbell rings. I pulled my slave's head up by her hair and asked, "Did my wife mention anything to you about expecting visitors?" She shook her head no. Who the hell could this be and why do they have to have such shitty timing? I asked myself. I got up off the massage table to check who was at the door when I had a better idea. "Go and see who is at the door." 

My slave dutifully walked over and asked whom it was through the door; the voice that responded was that of my sister. This could get interesting.

"Open the door and let her in."

"Shouldn't we get dressed first?" my slave looked at me panicked. 

"No. I want to show off my present, and how much I'm enjoying it," I said with a growing smirk. She opens the door, while keeping herself hidden behind it, and in walks my wife's sister, Rachel. Now, being my wife's sister, Rachel was quite the looker. At 5' 11" she is closer in height to me than my wife, with long smooth legs leading up to her nice firm ass, D sized tits, brunette hair ending at the middle of her back, a killer smile, and brilliant green eyes. 

She gave my slave an appraising look as she entered through the doorway before turning her attention to me, her eyes scanning me from top to bottom before resting her gaze on my erection. 

"Hello birthday boy, looks like you've been having a fun day already."

"Indeed I have. Your sister has given me this lovely little sex slave to enjoy over the weekend. If you don't mind I'd like to have her finish what she was doing before you rang?" I said, beckoning my slave back over to me.

"Not at all. I wouldn't dare want to keep you from playing with your toys on your birthday," she responded with a wicked smile on her face.

My slut got on her knees and started again on her blowjob duties as I continued my conversation with my sister, "So what brings you by today? It can't just be to wish your favorite in-law happy birthday."

"Well not entirely. In addition to saying happy birthday, I was hoping to treat you and my dear sister out to dinner for your present. But it looks that maybe you may be a little too busy tonight?" She says, never taking her eyes from the bobbing head on my cock.

"Actually that sounds really good. Ungh. Besides, I'm going to need some energy if I'm going to be able to keep myself as busy as I want to be tonight. Unnngh! I just have to get a hold of Aurora first to see when she can meet us for dinner. Oh fuck yes!" With that last outburst I came into my slut's mouth.

"Mmmmm, looks tasty," Rachel commented as she made her way over to us, grabbed a fistful of slutty red hair and pulled my slave up to her feet, licking a small stream of cum that had dribbled out of her mouth. 

"Mmmm, I was right. It is tasty."

"Let me go get dressed and tell this one here what needs to be done for her punishment before we leave."

"Ooooh, is your slut toy giving you problems?"

"Only a little. She seems to think she can cum whenever she wants."

Rachel slapped my slave on her bare ass. "Naughty slut toy! If you were my plaything, I'd make sure you wouldn't disobey me the first time let alone anytime after that. I hope your Master punishes you something good."

"Oh, she'll get what's coming to her alright. Now come along now, Slut. I have instructions for you while we're gone to dinner." 

I pulled my slave along into my room and started looking into one of my wife's clothes doors. I pulled out a pair of lacy, see-through, blue, thong panties and tossed them over to my slave. "Put those on."

"Won't you want easy access at some point during dinner, Master?" she asked as she put the thong on.

"Maybe, but you'll need those to hold this in." 

Her eyes went wide as I pulled out my wife's 9 inch remote vibrator. I pulled the thong aside just enough to re-expose her pussy and slipped the vibrator inside her dripping hole. 

"Remember your punishment. No cumming," I gave her an evil smile and turned the remote for the vibrator to its highest setting of 5.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH! OOOOHHHHHH!!" she screamed and collapsed to the ground with the sudden shock of pleasure. 

"You bastard!" she screamed at me.

"Oh hush. You know you love it," I winked at her and began dressing while she writhed, panted, and moaned on the floor in pleasurable agony, doing her best not to give in to her orgasm. When I was finished, I turned the vibrator off and said, "Now hurry up and get dressed so we can go eat with your sister."

She looked up at me smiling, "Yes, Master."



A Birthday Gift From The Neighbor



It's my 18th birthday and I'm stuck home today. I have a temperature so I can't go to school until I'm well.

I don't take much time off from school. I'm studiously preparing for college so I don't have the time or energy to fuck off like my peers do. I never realized what tripe was on television during the day but now I'm forced to watch television, until my books and assignments can be brought home to me. I am bored.

I can't stand another moment of "Jerry, Jerry, Jerry" so I look out the window of my living room. There's a truck parked outside. It doesn't belong to anyone I know.

A nice looking man, probably around his mid 30s, exits the truck and walks past the sale sign on the home next door to me. The neighbors are selling their home and I did see a saleslady go in earlier today. Gosh, now I feel like the neighborhood watchdog. What is becoming of me? One day of illness and I am stuck monitoring the block.

I watch as the man straightens himself before ringing the bell next door. I can't help but notice that even though he's older than myself, he is handsome and has a gorgeous ass...the kind that fits into your palm when you squeeze his cheeks as you're pulling a guy into you...oh sorry, I got off track.

My curtains are open so it's not like I'm hiding. I've got on shorts and I'm lounging, showing off my legs to the neighbors who might be home and staring over at my house. Of course, no one is around but this stranger.

I go outside, onto my front porch and yell over to him.

"Hi! Are you going to check out that house?"

He looks over and smiles. Could I be anymore dopey? Why else would he be there?

"Yes. It seems like a nice neighborhood." He apparently has rung the doorbell yet because he steps off their porch and approaches mine.

"Did you know the people next door? Ever been inside?"

I lean against the pillar which is cold against my bare arms. I didn't think about what I had on before I went outside. It's brisk outside, somewhere in the 50s, but my house was so warm that I was only wearing jean shorts and a cotton camisole. I didn't put on a bra because I didn't expect to see anyone today.

As I go to answer him, I notice his eyes looking lower than my face. The cold air has sent a charge through my nipples. It's officially nippy outside! I cross my arms and try to hide my perky, rose colored nipples from his leering, old man eyes (well, he is older than I am).

"Yes, I knew them. They were nice people and I think they took good care of the house. I only went inside when I took piano lessons but it looked nice to me."

"Ah, that's good. Thanks for the insight" and then he paused awkwardly, "into the house."

I nodded and smiled as a good neighbor might.

"You're welcome. I hope you like it. Do you have kids? I can tell you about the local schools."

He laughs. "No, I'm divorced, no kids."

Now I feel awkward. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

He stops me before I can finish. "That's okay. Hey, I need to meet the realtor. Maybe I'll catch you after?"

"Sure. Bye."

"Bye" And with that, he turns and walks back to the house next door.

I go back inside and rub my bare arms, warming the goosebumps off, and brushing my erect nipples as I rub my arms. I think to myself, "Geez, no wonder the guy was staring." The camisole is old, somewhat threadbare. My areola are hardly discrete. The nipple erection is just icing on the cake to a guy.

I try to force the thought out of my head and plop onto the sofa, legs up, lying almost flat. It's kind of funny to think that something as simple as erect nipples can render a man speechless and make him stare like a complete idiot. What's so special about nipples? I lift my cami up over the top of my breasts and I gently rub the puckered skin of my nipples. They're straining at my touch. It feels quite nice. It's way more entertaining than the television. Maybe that's why men like tits? Because they're more fun than TV...

I reach for the remote to the TV with one hand and fondle my tits with the other. My dad likes to jerk off to porn at night (don't ask how I know) so I switch to Spanktervision. I keep rubbing, massaging my nipples and pinching them into tufts of rose tinted bliss. I arch my back and start to fantasize about the stranger next door. Reaching down, I undo my shorts and let one hand roam down under my panties, while the other hand plays with my nipples. The sounds of the people fucking in some stupid porno fuels me.

I can't get the access I need so I stop my masturbation long enough to stand and push the shorts and panties off, and lift my cami up over my head. My nubile, young, newly 18 year old body is naked in my living room. I don't worry about the open curtains because I know that no one is around to see me.

Taking the same position on the couch, I let a leg dangle over the edge so I can spread myself wider. I part my bare lips (I shave my pubic area because of the required uniform for swimming. It wouldn't be good to have fur poking out under your maillot.), and reach two fingers down into my already wet hole. I drag the wetness up over my clit and I begin to massage it, left to right, breathing deeply...my throat drying as I moan softly, accompanied by the shrill screams of fake orgasms and panting actors on the TV screen.

I conjure up the fantasy of the mystery stranger with me on the couch. We are both naked and he is on top of me, between my thighs. His body is manly compared to the boys I see at school. I can feel his mouth kissing my pert nipples. His goatee encircles my nipple and he sucks it, drawing it into his warm mouth. His eyes, which are blue, look up my body as he makes his way down my flat stomach, down to my bald mons. He's kissing his way down me.

By now, I'm rubbing furiously at my clit. My moans are not hushed. My body is writhing under the power of two fingers and my brain. Before I get the chance to imagine his mouth on my sex, the doorbell rings! Shit!

Quickly I throw on my shorts and cami. I wipe the dew from above my lip and inhale the scent of my sex. Just as I open the door, I see my panties, sitting on the living room table like a neon sign announcing my lack of panties! I'm not going to let anyone in so I just ignore the mound of silk on the coffee table and I mute the television.

Oh God! It's HIM!

I can feel my face flush as I open the door. At this point, I'm not aware that my hair has that "I just had sex" look. All I know is that I am almost naked and the object of my fantasy is back at my door.

"Done already?" I ask.

"Yes. My cell phone isn't working and I'd like to call my bank, about the house. Would it be okay if I used your phone?"

The cordless phone isn't within reach yet my panties are brazenly sitting on the coffee table and there's an orgy happening on the TV set. He's waiting for an answer.

"Sure, that would be fine." Oh no, what am I doing? I let the guy into the house with my parents gone, me without proper clothes, panties on a table, naked people on TV, and a very wet pussy.

Hoping he doesn't look into the living room, I lead him into the kitchen. While he makes his call, which I eavesdrop on, I offer him lemonade. I drink my lemonade as I watch him. His lips are pink and very kissable. His goatee is flecked with blond and red hair. I can see a hint of chest hair peeking up under the top button of his shirt.

I sit down across from him when he hangs up.

"Thanks for the use of the phone, and the lemonade. My name's Steve. And you'd be?"

I laugh, nervously. "I guess I should know who you are since I let you in, huh? I'm Susie. I mean Sue. My parents call me Susie." SHUT UP, I think to myself. You're showing how nervous you are!

"Your parents? You mean you aren't the lady of the house?"

"NO!" I'm almost repulsed at that thought. Yikes! The look on his face changes.

"So, how old are you, Susie? And why aren't you in school today?"

I explain to him that I am now of legal voting age, as of today, and that I'm home because I am sick. I even give him my best puppy dog face and pout.

"Well, it must suck to be home, sick, on your birthday. That's no way to spend such a momentous occasion!"

"I agree but it's not like anyone wants to be around me. I am contagious." With that, I leer at him playfully as though I have some horrible disease and we both laugh.

"Well, I guess I should be going before you infect me." And my new friend, Steve, rises to leave. He puts the phone back on the cradle, the empty lemonade glass in the sink, and starts for the door.

I open the door for him and as he turns around to face me, I am now acutely aware that he's staring over my shoulder at the panties on the table or the porno on the TV, either way, I am now turning red.

With a look of concern on his face, he reaches his hand out and touches my flushed face.

"Yeah, you do feel warm." He holds my face with both hands. His hands are cooling to me, and are incredibly soft!

"Do your parents know what you watch when they're not home? That's not exactly the Discovery Channel." He laughs, and so do I.

I stammer. "I...I...I didn't expect to have company today."

As I look up into his eyes, I remind him, "Aren't you afraid of becoming sick?"

His thumbs brush my cheeks. "Ah, yes, you're right. I am probably twice your age and I really shouldn't be here."

He turns back to the storm door and I grab his hand before it reaches the handle.

"Wait. It's my birthday. Would you like to give me a gift? It would be the first." Little does he know that if he gives me what I am wishing for, he really will be the first. I don't even let him answer. This is not like me at all. Little Miss Honor Student. I'm about to flush all that for a carefree, wild whim and my only regret is that I'm so feverish I am afraid I won't enjoy it completely.

We close the door and lock it. I lead him over to my couch. I feel the need to intellectualize this so I sit on the coffee table across from him, my knees inside his, and begin to explain that I might be 18 but I am not yet a woman, and if he would give me a gift, I would like to become a woman with him. The words fly from my mouth and before I can feel stupid, he unmutes the TV, places his palms on my bare knees and leans in to kiss me.

It's obvious from his kiss that he is not worried about becoming ill. His goatee tickles and scratches as he plies my mouth with his tongue. His tongue curls and implores me to do the same. He senses my nervousness, my hesitance, and he is gentle with me.

His hands slowly slide up my cami, staying outside the top, up to my breasts. Gently he cups over my breasts and begins kneading them through the thin fabric. It's not long before I am responding to his touch the way I responded to the cold air outside. His mouth moves down the side of my neck. His lips are moist and cooling to my warm flesh. I roll my head to the side and offer him my throat. He takes the bait and sucks at my neck. I should be worrying about a mark but it's too late to be prim and proper now.

While his lips make their way down to the base of my neck, his hands are suddenly under my top. He's pulled it up and his velvety smooth hands are caressing my bare flesh. He pulls away and lifts the cami over my head, laying on top of the panties beside me. He stares at my toned body but it's not rudely. He's admiring me. I don't know about the boys at school but if this is what sex is like with a man, I never want to be with a boy.

He asks me to stand and I obey. He runs his hands up and down my thighs and calves as he kisses my stomach. It's weird to feel someone's nose there, let alone the hair on a man's face. He whispers to me, "when will you parents be home?" and I can barely mouth the words. "Not until late. It's end of month...invoicing...8 maybe 9 o'clock." The only true audible sounds are coming from the television and they're similar to mine. There's panting, moaning, and the sounds of kissing.

"Your body is warm. Lets see how warm." He continues to kiss my abdomen as he opens my jean shorts and peels them off my hips. He slides them down to the floor and has me step out. He looks up at me and compliments my grooming.

"You are beautiful Susie. You're more beautiful than any woman I have ever seen naked. Are you sure you want to let a man like me, a stranger, do this? It's hard to control myself. I haven't been with a woman in so long that..." and now it's my turn to stop his intellectualizing.

"Steve, just eat me."

With that, he slid off the couch onto the floor, on his knees. His thumbs part my lips and he wastes no time sliding his tongue into my folds. He snakes his tongue up and down, back and forth and I squat a little, giving him easier access. I brace myself on his shoulders as he worships me with his tongue. He flicks his tongue back and forth, stopping only to suck my clit. God.....this is way better than masturbation!

My hands are on his head, grabbing at his golden hair. I am pulling his hair, pulling him into my pussy and he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he moans as he eats me. Occasionally, he whispers how good I taste or how I wet I am but then he continues to lick me like a man with a mission. My pelvis is thrusting against his face. My moans are now rivaling those on the TV. I can feel my clit swelling and that familiar pressure I know from when I touch myself. I moan to Steve that I am going to cum and he savagely attacks my clit. My hips move, involuntarily, as I feel 2 fingers slide up into my tight, virginal pussy and I begin to spasm. I am pulsing around his fingers, feeling wetness even on my inner thighs. My eyes are closing and I'm gritting my teeth as I moan a barrage of nonsensical gibberish. He wiggles his fingers inside me and encourages my orgasm. "Yes Susie, that's it baby. That's my girl. You're hot inside and out. Cum on my fingers baby." My orgasm is already winding down but his fingers and his words are making me swoon.

I look down at him, dreamy-eyed, and he withdraws his fingers from my pussy. He rubs the moisture over my nipples for some reason. He stands and begins to undress. I want to help but all I seem to do is prove that I am inexperienced. So I just sit down on the couch and watch him. He removes his clothes and folds them, stacking them nicely on the end table. All but his boxers are off. 

I reach for the waistband of his boxers and slowly lower them. In my peripheral vision, I can see a woman sucking a huge cock on the TV. As Steve's head pushes past the boxers, the TV cock pushes into the woman's mouth. She seems to have no problem taking it so I decide to follow her technique. Steve is patient as I remove his boxers and stare straight into his hard cock. It's the first I've seen THIS close. I open my mouth, look up at him, take a deep breath, and then take him into my mouth.

His cock is more filling than I imagined. It looks much easier in porn. I start off awkwardly, sucking back and forth, not knowing about using my tongue, hands, moving my head but I between the woman on the TV and Steve's directions, I am becoming more relaxed and more eager to please him as he pleased me.

"Sus, curl your tongue under me....yes, that's it."

I roll my tongue and flick it against his warm, fleshy cock. I angle my head so his cock hits my tongue, the roof of my mouth, my cheeks. His fingertips reach down and stroke my hair. He takes my head and pushes it back till just his head is in my mouth and he commands me to lick the head. I lick circles while his head is in my mouth, and then as he pulls away, out of my mouth, my tongue never losing touch with his head.

He pulls completely out and I feel a sense of relief. My cheeks and jaw are sore but I'm sure experience would fix that. I am relieved because if he came in my mouth, I wasn't sure if I could take it all or if I'd like the taste.

"Lay back Sus."

I do as he says and he joins me on the couch. His knees are between mine as he places his weight on me. Sensing that I can't breathe, he raises up on his hands and begins to kiss me again. I can feel warmth spreading inside my body but I don't know if it's a sex flush or a fever.

His cock is brushing the entrance to my virginal pussy but he doesn't penetrate me...yet. He braces himself and puts only part of his weight on me as he lowers his chest to mine, his mouth to mine. His mouth opens and our tongues mingle, twist, and dance. My legs instinctively spread even wider, and my hips raise up against him. Feeling my willingness and wetness, he eases into me, ever so slowly, so gently. There's a burning feeling as he pushes past my maidenhood.

I watch his face as penetrates me. His eyes are closed and his teeth are gritting together. It looks as though he's in pain so I ask if that's the case.

"Steve, are you ok? Does it hurt? Am I doing something wrong?"

"No baby, not at all. You're wonderful....sooooooooo tight. I love your pussy" and then he kisses me again. The kisses distract me from the pain and soon, my own lubrication is easing the friction. I begin to relax. I move my hips to his again, this time, he's inside me, fucking my tight cunt.

I look over his shoulder as he pumps into me. There are now two women on the screen, 69ing. Though I've never been with a woman, watching this as he moves in me, I find myself overwhelmingly aroused!

He takes his time, thrusting slowly, kissing me, cupping my breast and pushing to his face. He sucks hard, making my nipple so erect that it is slightly painful.

"I can taste your pussy on your nipple," he says. Now I know and understand why he rubbed my juices on my nipples earlier. Wow...that's so cool!

He kneads my breast with one hand while he grips the couch arm behind my head. Suddenly, he pulls out. He takes my hand and pulls me up.

"Sus, get on your knees, face the back of the couch."

I obey his instructions, not knowing why I have to face away but I soon find out.

He kisses down my spine, over my round bottom, going to his knees. I'm arching my body, ass rudely being shoved in his face. Instead of being repulsed by my natural reaction, he spreads my ass cheeks and begins to lick in my ass. The only sounds I can hear are the moans I make, accompanied by the moans of the lesbians on the TV.

A chorus of female moans turns to gasping and screaming as the women in the movie give each other orgasms. Hearing their screams must excite Steve because he's lapping me from pussy to ass and back again. He eats all of me and seems hungry for more. His tongue twists and turns in the entrance of my ass. He's lubing me with saliva and I'm loving it!

"Sus, are you ready for my cock again?"

Fearing he wants to inaugurate my ass too, I answer him cautiously.

"Yes but not my ass, not yet. Okay?" He laughs.

"I just meant doggy baby, that's all."

With that, he stands. He spreads my fiery, swollen lips. He pushes in me again but this time, it's less painful. His hands grip my ass, pulling me back and forth on his cock. My tits are slapping against the back of my couch as he pounds into me. It feels so wonderful. He fills my tunnel with his cock as though he were made just for me. He leans his hairy chest into my back, reaches around me, and hugs me. His kisses cover my shoulders as his hands tug at my breasts. His thrusts are more shallow in this position but his mouth on my neck and shoulders more than make up for the depth of his cock.

His hand slides down and he begins to masturbate me. My clit is so swollen that I know I'll burst soon. His fingers are relentless. I'm grinding my ass against him while riding his fingers.

My vaginal walls begin to contract and I moan out that I cumming. It's my first orgasm with a man and it's unbelievable; so much so that I don't know how or why I waited until now to get laid. Torrents ripple through me. From my entrance to the depth of my womb, I can feel my body convulsing, from the inside out! A rush of fluid escapes me, onto his cock and balls, coating him in my cum.




A Birthday Gift From The Neighbor



"Oh God...Oh Steve...." I moan. I am slowing just as he picks up his pace.

"Oh fuck, Sus...Susie...God," and with that, I feel him shudder, his fingers gripping so hard on my hips that my flesh is turning white, his cock rammed so far up inside me that I'm damn near lifted off the couch. A few grunts and thrusts and he empties his sack inside me. He embraces me, kissing my hair, my shoulders, my neck. I can feel his breathing as my knees start to give way on the couch.

Steve pulls out of me, allowing me to collapse on the couch, lying back. My body open, sweaty, naked before him yet I feel no shame, just warmth. The smell of sex permeates the air. He reaches my panties off the table and mops his groin.

"May I keep these? To remind me of today?" he asks.

I can't believe he'd want a pair of now spooge soaked panties but I answer him with a "Yes."

I switch channels on the TV in case my parents come home early (since I'm sick, you never know if they'll pop in). Steve and I dress and make small talk about the house next door. My legs are weak, my vagina is raw and sore, but I do not regret giving him my virginity. He stands and stuffs the panties into his pocket.

Before he leaves, he goes into my kitchen and gets me more lemonade. He sits on the couch with me, covers me with a blanket, and kisses my forehead.

"Thanks for welcoming me to the neighborhood" he says as he squeezes me in his arms before getting up to leave. "Get better Susie, and happy birthday."

I watch as he closes the door behind him, hoping that he will become my neighbor and come back for "many happy returns."