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Happy Birthday . . . Baby

By: Justinien



"Ohhhh BaabbbbAAAAAAAABBbbyy," she cried with each thrust.

She couldn't say she, knew, him, but, "Ohhhh BaabbbbAAAAAAAABBbbyy," she cried. 

Never seen him before. He came in at midnight.

She began descending into Midtown when her husband's practice began ascending out of New York to Tucson a week a month. She never dabbled more than once a day nor dallied more than a week a trip. She ended each day of her sojourns clubbing in the Village. 

She ducked in her favorite early for a strategic, quiet-end seat. Near panic-bar fitted stage-doors, next to a 150 gallon, fresh-water aquarium throwing a wavy, aqua-marine glow over the back booths and tables, she was comfortable just out of the aquarium's glow. She liked to watch little frogs leap at ghost shrimp and bat snails under watchful patrols of one red Beta, magnificently fanned, gliding above. 

She lamented the aloneness of that Beta. She read it as loneliness. She learned of Betas. She came to the conclusion that animal was so violent he had the best life he could hope for in that place: guarding his aquarium from above.

She was permitted by the Bartender to feed him when she arrived. He showed her where the flakes were, just behind the near, outside corner of the aquarium, within easy grasp on the way by. She tapped the glass as she arrived. This was a very smart Beta. It only took three trips before he responded to the tap, and then followed her finger along the glass to the place of feeding. When he got to the place she wanted, she shook in flakes: he dined. She was not the only source of food for this Beta, just additional. She did not name him. Just trained him.

She rocketed into Manhattan on the Saw Mill and knitted her way into the Village off the Westside Highway. She loved that drive. She never lost her fascination with the City. As Queens developed outside her windows she remembered her first, her fiftieth, her last trip. Careening along the Hudson, crossing the Harlem, she was in Manhattan, where all slowed, through a palisade of shear walls cut by an unending, fitful undulation of seething traffic, snaking along the river. She was a romantic and sought positive when possible, but was intensely aware of hidden .32's, switch blades and danger in hearts of some, behind city walls, in shadows, looming ahead.

Speeding past White Plains she remembered her first trip's sunset, guilt ridden, but determined; or, her thirtieth, full of excited anticipation. She remained amazed how different this cityscape looked on the way in from the way it struck her on the way out. Expectation can be a terrible thing. She disabused her soul of expectation on the way in, but life was not perfect. She experienced disappointment from time to time on the way out. She usually crossed the island as day broke over Hudson's misty haze, in morning's cool dampness, having left a lovers bed, heading to hotel, or home. 

She was the well-conditioned, 56 year old mother of 2 grown children. She carried a pistol. Today it was her Phoenix Arms HP 22, LR. She served as a nurse. She learned during that time, extant in the world, were at least two types of people: those who had pulled the trigger, and those who had not. She had, on a dark city street, late at night, far, far away: never talked about; never forgotten; never re-lived; eventually forgiven. She won and was alright with that. So was her husband who encouraged her in this regard. He felt it supported exclusivity. He never understood the independence it represented. He never understood he never understood. She was comfortable with that. It was a crack. 

That night, her training took over, and from a dark, distant, empty street, as he fell, she just walked away. She got used to secrets after that. Her trips to the Village were secret. They helped define her to her. They provided aspects to her life that embellished all others, as a lover embellished, as a child, a husband. From her vantage she could assess members of the crowd as each entered. The Bartender acknowledged her, but nobody introduced themselves. This was the big tent, and all knew it.

She was in her blind, having her last Scotch, when he walked in. Her scan fixed. He was armed. In a prior life she covered the door of an after-hours club in Iowa. The Club offered fully nude women as dancers paid to entertain or as customers if they wished. Bars selling alcohol closed at 2:00 AM and by 2:30 the After-Hours club filled to the gunnels. After 2 all were drunk, many armed. Working the door and observing security frisking customers she learned how to spot a weapon. It was more to do with how one carried oneself than with any bulge, but once the carriage peaked an interest, the bulge, somewhere, became evident, quickly. It was a self-preservation thing. She had always been amazed how many weapons walked through this door unchallenged. The Doorman did not frisk and purses were not checked. From the point of view of weapons, this place was uncontrolled: hence her presence. All was good. She knew, he had no idea, maybe, but: "OhhhhBaabbbbAAAAAAAABBbbyy."

He was six feet she thought and guessed 185 lbs. Boxer's build. Very short, white hair. Tightly cropped white beard. Large, all seeing, deep blue, very young, eyes. He shook the Doorman's hand as if they knew each other well. He appeared to know no one he passed on the way to the bar and was greeted by the Bartender with a smile, a hand shake over the bar, and a double shot of Glenlivet, up. He did not sit or lean as he surveyed the crowd, sipping his Scotch. But he did survey. Intently. Not for anything in particular. But he did survey. Intently. 

There were 28 patrons, one Waitress, the Doorman and the Bartender. The Bartender was always the same. The Waitress changed. The Doorman changed. Once gone, gone. She was aware of a firearm concealed on each of two males at the bar. The night had been calm, and she hoped of him the same. Her sojourn was to be over in a few hours as she intended to check out at sunrise, scoot thorough the Lincoln Tunnel and spend the day working her way northwest antiquing to Skaneateles in the Finger Lakes to meet her husband for Filet Mignon and romance. They returned to the place of proposal each year at this time. Same room. Same Vintage. Same view.

His survey complete, he walked over to the aquarium and standing just in the glow reached behind the tank to the Flakes. He shook some into the tank. The Beta did not seem to respond, so he shook in more. She observed this and approached. From the shadows, without saying a word or making a sound, she moved her index finger along the glass. Beta followed. Boxer watched. She led Beta to flakes as Boxer watched, and Beta fed. Boxer moved into shadow and said, "You know this Beta."

She did not reply. She just moved closer. He said, "Never seen you here before." She moved past him and lightly touched his gun, tucked under his left arm. He was shocked, and felt a flush of violent reaction, training taking over, but realizing she had just gotten the drop on him, backed up and checked to see if she was telling him something. Absolutely flustered, he asked, "May I get you something?"

"No, got to go. I will be at the Hotel on the corner in half an hour. Ask for Jean if you get there within the hour. Otherwise, later Babababaaaby," she said with a wry smile, and was gone. He watched her disappear as she swept out the door. He looked back at the Beta. He thought out loud to Beta: What was that?

Beta continued to feed as if no one had spoken to him. "I've been to that Hotel." Beta continued to feed. "I don't know the Doorman, but may know the Concierge." Beta didn't care. Flustered, he tapped the glass and Beta continued to feed. Beta was to be of no assistance, so, he receded into the shadows and sipped his Scotch, watching the crowd, listening to the music as he contemplated what to do. He was free until noon. 

She set up candles her first night. Upon arrival to her top floor suite tonight she lit each along her path as she wandered from door through meeting area, to Hot Tub. She caught a glimpse of herself passing the mirror between bed and Hot Tub. She paused, unbuttoned her blouse and flung it over the Japanese screen separating bath from Tub. As she looked at herself, she undid her brazier. Flinging it over the screen, she looked at herself. She undid her belt, pushed her pants and panties to her ankles, and flung these layers over the screen. In Stiletto heels she looked at herself, nude. 

She liked what she saw, but kicked her left shoe off, at the mirror. She had a flash of her husband looking at her. She did not like being looked at by him tonight. She did not understand why, tonight, but the last time they were together, she took off her clothes for him, and he just ignored her. She touched him with her left breast as he brushed his teeth, and he just silently moved out of the way.

She dropped his boxers to the floor and he just stepped out of them, never missing a stroke. She cupped his shaven testicles with her right hand and lightly ran the fingers of her left along the separation of his buttocks to the crease of what she called his "pop-over butt." He did not seem to mind, he did not break rhythm of his brushing. He did not seem to care. 

God dam it, she cared. Touch was important to her, and she was going to touch and be touched in something other than some sterile, hermetically sealed, limbo of self conscious conceit. She wanted him to look at her. To be fascinated with her labial folds, with the viscosity of her vaginal secretions as she aroused and met his touch. Tender human contact was important to her. She was not to live without it. 

As the Hot Tub filled, bubbled and roared, she drew a bath. Laying in the warm bubbles she shaved her labial folds, smooth as the day she was born, her legs, long, conditioned, smooth, soft. She moved to the Hot Tub as her bath emptied, and slid in, quickly adjusting to a delightful shock of heat. Finding New Age on the sound system, she turned down the jets a little and drifted delightfully. 

She arrived in Manhattan three days ago. She visited a woman she came to know at Grand Central who tended bar overlooking the concourse. They had been lovers once. The person told her of the little bar by a theater in So Ho. This is where she met the woman who was to come to the Village tonight. She had looked forward to see her, but, things are as they are. She increased the heat with one hand without opening her eyes, and decreased the jets with the other and began dreaming of her unrequited when she was brought back to the present.

Feeling a presence, she opened her eyes. Boxer was standing close, looking at her. She invited him in. He took off his cloths as if he were getting ready for a photo shoot. He was fastidious. He shook his coat and hung it on the back of the nearest chair. He undid his shoulder holster from his belt and took it off laying it on his coat. He shook his shirt, his pants. Folded his trunks, socks and black undershirt. His shoes were placed under the chair upon which he placed each item. She enjoyed his performance. He was perfectly conditioned. Beautiful. But unlike many other of her conquests, he was fury. She never understood why an adult male would shave or wax every inch of himself, but in her experience, most did. She was delighted her partner tonight was natural, but closely, not smoothly, cropped in his crotch and pubic areas.

When nude he looked in the mirror, feet spread slightly, touching himself, as if showing himself to himself, and then looking at her, held himself in his hand and lifting, showed her his testicles, contracted by a very tight scrotum, beginning an intense arousal as he stroked from testis to erection. She watched his performance and touched herself under the bubbles. His erection grew, hardened. He came closer to her, and she reached to him. She grabbed him around the waist, hands at the small of his back, as she leaned on the edge of the tub, swooshing water over the side.

She drew him to her and licked the head of his erection as he gently knitted his fingers into the hair at the back of her head, and lightly drew her to him as he thrust into her throat. He watched himself in her mouth, then withdrew, and watched her take a breath, looking at him, and then deep within her again, and again, and again, and again, and again. He felt his head crashing into the back of her throat. He didn't force, but when climax exploded he did not let her withdraw, exploding deeply within her. She drew him deep, and grabbed each hip hard and held on. When she felt quivers of his back subside, she lightly pushed him back. 

He watched the withdrawal. She licked him until he was completely out of her, touched his relaxing testicles, and holding them up, kissed him gently. She released him with a push, as much to extract herself as to move him. Boxer took a step back and she stood up. Boxer held out his hand and she taking it, helped her out kissing her right eye, nose, lips. Seeing her breasts for the first time, he cupped them with both hands moving behind her, touching full length as they glided the few steps through the candle lit room to the comforter covered divan. 

She had been in the City four days, visiting her favorite masseuse, George, her favorite book store, the Strand, and hanging out at Grand Central. She'd attended two off, off Broadway shows, and had drunk much too much. She was generally lucky with lovers she picked up on her sojourns, and this trip was good in that regard. Tonight she intended a woman met last night at the last play she attended but she did not show at the Aquarium, hence, Boxer.

Boxer was ripped. Boxer had very slim hips and a tiny waist. He was just slightly taller than she and probably weighed less than she originally thought, closer to 160. He had her from the back and she grabbed both his wrists as he fondled her breasts as they moved. They were within a foot of the bed and she thought, time to play. She felt him not erect, so, time to play. She heard him calmly breathing, so, time to play. She felt him completely relaxed, so, time to play.

He didn't seem to notice her grasp, being consumed by her breasts and lightly biting of her neck. She was certain he would not be hurt, the bed was just the right distance. He was relaxed enough. In one motion, she twisted both his hands out and up, while dipping under and stepping to the right ducking under his arms to the right she was behind him and in control.

Releasing his wrists she stepped around him and pushed him into the bed, he tripping over the edge and falling just where she wanted him, face down, on his hands and knees, completely at her mercy. He did not resist. Knowing she had him, he just fell forward onto his face in the pile of pillows at the end of the bed and awaited her next move. 

She watched him fall with satisfaction. She trained that move and was gratified it worked. She had him now. What to do with him? She leapt onto the bed and straddled him at the small of his back. He was spent so she needed to recharge him. He was crushed so she needed to rebuild him. She reached to her night stand for her massage oil, and filling the depression of one palm, she dripped the warming soothing substance along the center of his back. Then rubbing her hands together quickly she started with his shoulders at his neck. She worked deeply into his very tense muscles between his neck and the end of his shoulder, again and again, until she felt them relax a little. Then she brought her hands from shoulders to center of back, down his spine two inches, then out to his ribs, then back, then out until she reached the small of his back, then as if pushing large loads up a hill, she pushed, with both hands up his back on both sides of his spine to his shoulders, and did it again.

In a few minutes she felt him yield to her from shoulder to waist and she bounced to the side. She rolled him over. His eyes were barely open but he watched her every move. She spread his legs and sat between them with her legs over his thighs placing his beginning erection along her labial crease, on her clitoral mound, feeling his testicles resting on her smooth, soft inner thighs. Her hands still moist from the oil, she slid up each of his sides to his chest and tweaked each nipple until erect.

She felt him harden. She pulled down along each of his well conditioned sides to the small of his back and using the strap of muscle running from hip to hip, pulled herself over his erection and one delicious centimeter at a time, inserted him full length to his eye closing deep moans. Once fully within her, she sat on him full weight, and then with a gymnast's perfection raised herself to almost out, back to completely in, almost out, in, out in, watching him disappearing into her pleasure, as she began to quiver in the first orgasmic throw of the night. As her quiver subsided she slide up along his ripped wash board stomach until she could feel the slight tug of his head and she slowed her ascent to a stop before letting him out of her completely. Once he was out, she laid on him full length and he rolled her over. He was within her again, and in control, "Ohhhh Baaabbbb AAAAAAAA BBbbyy," she cried with each thrust.

Screaming up I 81 North, she called her husband and, getting his voice mail, said, "Happy Birthday baby. See you soon."

Happy Birthday, Baby



Author's Note** I want to thank the birthday girl in question for both inspiration, and editing services. 

I've always been told that I have bedroom eyes. I guess it means different things to different people, but my favorite explanation is one a young woman told me not long ago. She said that when I looked at her, it made her breath catch in her throat, and she could feel my hands on her body, even when they weren't. I am well past the age that most women think of as sexy, but I am happy to say that I still have that effect on women.

That same young woman had a birthday not long ago, and I was bound and determined that we were going to celebrate it in style. I knew for a fact that she was home alone, thinking that no one remembered. I had a dozen long stemmed roses delivered to her house, and an elaborately wrapped box, with a card on top. The note inside said "Happy Birthday Baby! Take a long bubble bath, get your hair done at the salon, where I've already made your appointment. Then come home and get dressed in what's in the box. Nothing more, nothing less. I'll pick you up at 7. Sharp." I knew she'd look in the box immediately, but all that was there was a short slinky black silk dress, a garter belt, sheer hose, and 4" heels. When she got to the salon, they would tell her that she'd also been booked for a manicure and pedicure. My treat, of course. This would put her dangerously close to being late, so she would be a little nervous when she got home. Waiting for her there would be a second box, this one containing five delicate gold rings. Two were earrings, another two were clip-on nipple rings, and the last, a clip-on clitoris ring. A second note said that if she knew what was good for her, she would be wearing them, and ready promptly at 7.

Now she was really nervous, but followed instructions, as she knew that I was not a man to trifle with. When I rang the doorbell, she was breathless, but ready. I was in my tuxedo, but now it was my turn to be breathless. She was a thing of beauty, especially with her cheeks flushed from rushing around trying to get ready on time. I kissed her gently, careful not to smudge her makeup, and led her to the waiting limousine. "Happy Birthday, Beautiful. You are my princess tonight." She blushed an even deeper shade of pink at my compliment, and I settled her comfortably into the limo.

When she sat, the tiny dress rode even further up her thigh, and I was treated to the sight of the nipple rings poking through the thin fabric of the dress. She asked me where we were going, but I told her that she would have to be patient, and she accepted it with a smile. I was unable to resist the urge to stroke that long expanse of nylon covered thigh, and felt her shiver with anticipation. She parted her legs slightly, and leaned over to whisper in my ear. "The clit ring feels funny..." I told her to leave it alone, and be a good girl, or she'd be getting more than a birthday spanking. 

We arrived at the hotel, which had a very nice restaurant, where I had reservations. I also had a suite booked, but she didn't need to know all my plans. Not yet, anyway. As I led her to the table, I noticed that every man in the restaurant was watching her, and even a few of the women. She was radiant, and I was proud to be with her. I pulled out her chair for her, and helped her into it, enjoying the eagle eye view of the nipple rings as I pushed her closer to the table. I could hardly wait to have those rings between my teeth.

We had a couple of drinks, and then I ordered a bottle of champagne, and prime rib for both of us. We danced while we waited for our dinner, and I held her close, letting my hand roam a little too far down past the small of her back. Dinner was perfection, and I ordered a single piece of chocolate cake, which I fed her, deliberately getting a little frosting on her lips, just so that I could lick it off. Finally, we were finished, and I stood and held out my hand. She rose and took it, and I looked deep into her eyes, and asked if she wanted to stay the night. 

"I thought you'd never ask" she said, and reached up to kiss me, leaning into me on tiptoe.

The suite was beautiful, but I did not give her any time to appreciate it. "Take off your dress, birthday girl. I need to see how well you followed my instructions." She blushed again, but obediently pulled the dress off over her head. Immediately I noticed that although the nipple clamps were firmly in place, the clit ring was not. Summoning my sternest look, I asked her if she had been given permission to take it off. She hung her head, and began to mumble something about being afraid she would lose it, but I cut her off in mid sentence. 

"You disobeyed me, and now I will have to punish you. You know it, too, don't you?" Once again, a small nod was my only answer.

I took her by the chin, and forced her to meet my gaze. One look into those bottomless brown eyes, and I knew that she was ready for what was coming next. I had checked into the suite earlier, and had my supplies all ready. I told her to lie on her back on the big king-sized bed, and spread her legs wide. Then I retrieved my flogger from the dresser, and told her that she would receive ten lashes directly on her wet pussy, for disobeying my orders. I went on to explain that if she did not remain quiet during her punishment, her breasts would be flogged next. 

"Do you understand?" Once again, she only nodded, but even knowing it was going to hurt, she couldn't help but smile.

She quickly arranged herself as I had asked, and the sight of her opened wide and at my mercy was almost too much for me. I knew, though, that I had to maintain control, so I summoned a solemn face, gripped the flogger firmly, and laid the first lash on her beautiful cunt. She cried out, and closed her legs for a moment, and I asked her sternly if she needed to be gagged and restrained. 

Her voice was breathless, but she replied "No, Sir. I'm sorry. I'll be still." She spread her legs again, this time even wider, and took hold of her knees to keep them open.

The remaining nine lashes she took quietly, although she flinched every time, and I could see that the juices were really flowing now. "All right, my beauty, that's ten, but now your breasts will feel the flogger, because you weren't completely silent, now were you?" She closed her eyes, and whispered her agreement, and lowered her legs, waiting patiently for her breasts to be flogged. I only gave her three lashes on each breast this time, as she was being such a good girl, and I had more uses for her.

I instructed her to move to the very end of the bed, and open her legs wide again. Her breasts were bright pink underneath from the flogger, and her labia were red and swollen. I undressed as quickly as I could, and knelt between those beautiful thighs. Gently, I spread her lips, and licked every inch of her, as I pulled the chain connecting her nipple clamps. I teased, nibbled, and sucked, from clitoris to asshole, until she was pushing against me, and in danger of falling off the bed. I slid first one, then two fingers inside her, and she begged me to allow her to cum.

I am always a gentleman, and it was her birthday, so I gave her permission, and sucked her clitoris hard, as she bucked against my fingers. By this time, my cock was painfully hard, so I only gave her a few minutes to rest, then instructed her to stand up. "It's been a lovely evening, but I completely forgot your birthday spanking! Go get me the paddle from the drawer." She hesitated for a moment, but seeing the look on my face, scooted quickly over to the dresser, and retrieved the wicked looking paddle I had brought. 

"Over my knee, missy!"

Once again, seeing that beautiful bottom across my lap was nearly my undoing, but tonight was about her pleasure, so I spent the next ten minutes spanking her soundly, making cheeks and thighs a beautiful rose color. My fingers slid between those gorgeous cheeks ever so often, probing, and when I decided that she was wet enough, I pulled her up roughly and instructed her to get back on the bed on her hands and knees, spanked bottom high in the air. I knelt behind her, and gently slid my length into that soaked pussy. Deep, slow strokes at first, but soon she was pushing back against me, and I began to fuck her in earnest, loving the feel of her hot bottom against my belly.

Way too soon, I felt that hot velvet pussy clenching against my rod, and the knowledge that she was cumming again so quickly was the final straw for me. I came with her, filling her with my seed, and then collapsed on top of her. As soon as I was able to move, I gathered her in my arms, held her close, and whispered "Happy Birthday, Baby."



Happy Birthday, Baby



"I finally figured out what I want for my birthday," Carla said to me one day. 

She had that 'sly, I'm up to something' look on her face.

"Yes?" I said, noncommittally.

"I want to fuck in public."

"Really?" She hadn't said she wanted to fuck ME in public, so I wasn't getting on board with this idea right away.

"Yes, I want you to make love to me in a crowded place," she said, then suddenly defensive, "You said I could ask for anything."

"Why do you want to?" I asked, secretly thrilled by the idea.

"It's something I've never done, and it sounds exciting," she said with that wide eyed look she displayed when she was exploring.

"Yes, it does, doesn't it," I said, breaking into a smile finally.

"You'll do it then?" she urged, a little shocked.

"Yes. But it will require planning. We don't want to get arrested."

"Of course. We'll be extra careful," she agreed, and then brightly, "Thanks, Babe, that's the nicest present I ever got," and gave me a big kiss.

We took our time in the planning stage. Anticipation is half the fun, after all. Location, time of day, wardrobe, venue, transportation, type of sex; we considered all aspects and discussed everything about her 'present' over dinner every night for a week. We visited places we thought might work for us, took photos and made drawings; it was like a mini D-Day invasion but with risqué jokes and laughter. Most of the time she got so excited talking about it that she wanted to have sex right away. Of course, I couldn't refuse; it was her birthday, after all. What fun!

At last the day of her 'present' arrived. She took hours getting ready in the bathroom and the bedroom. Apparently getting ready to go have sex in public entails making a number of phone calls, also. I didn't ask to who. Finally she presented herself for inspection. Her rhinestone jewelry, long auburn hair, and fuck-me makeup was flawless. She really was a stunningly good looking girl. 

Her choice of clothing was carefully pre-chosen for the occasion. She twirled around and lifted her skirt so I could see. What I saw first, of course, was no panties at all instead of the open crotch type; good, one less thing to go wrong. Pantyhose were out, so a lacy garter belt and black stockings, very nice. A short black skirt topped with a brocaded, deep blue blouse, so as to blend with the dark atmosphere of the club; check and check. Tiny bottle of lube; check. Wet wipes; check. And most importantly, her highest black heels. She was just about my height, and with her high heels on to help tilt her butt upward, her pussy was just far enough above my dick to make our planned rear entry position feasible without her needing to lean forward. We knew this of course because we had already tried it here at home. Overall outfit rating: excellent! The girl had her shit together.

She insisted on giving me a blowjob before we left for the club. I asked her if she was sure she didn't want to save me for the main event, but she said that she didn't want me to finish too quickly from 'the thrill of the strange'. Ha!

The hostess at the club seated us against the back wall on a low platform that held just five tables, just where I had asked for. She noticed that we were overdressed and she asked if we were celebrating anything. Carla told her 'birthday' and she wished us a pleasant evening. We were in the corner on two high padded stools, with a small round table in front of us. The platform had a knee-wall running across at the step, giving us quite a bit of privacy actually. There were people in front of us and two tables away from us on the platform, but no one behind us or beside us. It was dark and loud. The only light came from the strobes and the stage spots on the rock group way down in front. They were already playing and a lot of people were standing up and dancing down in front and even at some of the tables. It was organized chaos: just what the doctor ordered! 

The waitress came up and took our drink orders and left. Carla was staring at me. She licked her lips the way she does before she gives me a blowjob. My move, I decided. I slid off the stool, which was bolted to the floor, and kind of leaned back against it, and she moved over in front of me, facing away. She pressed into me with her butt, and my partially erect cock inside my jeans settled in between her ass cheeks. She looked around, nodded and smiled to the couple beside us. We stood there for awhile, letting the people near us satisfy their curiosity about the newcomers and then return their attention to the show.

I saw her get a tissue out of her purse, and surreptitiously dry her thighs between her legs. She was so wet she was dripping. I guessed we wouldn't need much lube.

"Good show, the lead guitarist can really play," I said.

"Uh-huh," she replied, obviously not interested. She rubbed her ass up and down against my cock.

I whispered loudly over the music, "Are you ready?"

"God, yes, hurry up," she said, and moved forward a little to give me some room.

I tugged my zipper down carefully because I wasn't wearing any underwear. My hard cock came out with some difficulty from between the zipper teeth. I was fully hard and raring to go. She was intent, urgent, feeling around behind her to see how I was doing. She whispered 'balls out too'. Okay, it was her birthday. I poured a little lube on my dry cock and rubbed it around with one finger. She briefly looked at the people around us, then leaned slightly forward, and balancing with one hand on the table, she spread her legs and backed into me while dropping her skirt over my lap. I felt the shaft of my cock ride in between her thighs and bump upward against her pussy. She was hot and soaking wet with desire. I lifted my stiffness up, bent my knees, and effortlessly slid my cockhead between her smooth, shaved lips and into her. She slowly backed against me and forced herself open around my stiff cock shaft, right down along the whole length of it in one movement, ending with her heels on the floor and my cock completely captured inside her body. My senses exploded. The feeling of her hot, liquid flesh engulfing my cock took my breath away. I literally could not speak.

She stood up straight, looking around to see if we had attracted any attention.

"God, you're big as a horse," she said over the music, "I love it. Are you alright back there?" 

I leaned into her ear, "Uh-huh." 

To anyone looking at us in the near darkness, she was just a girl leaning back against her boyfriend's lap, his arms around her, listening to the band. The back of her skirt was draped over my lap, shielding our sexual connection. We rested like that for a while, not moving, pretending to watch the show. But I didn't see the show. All I could think about was how my raging cock was buried inside her hot pussy, deep as I could be. The head of my cock began jumping with little electric spasms of anticipation high up in her belly.

The waitress walked up and set our drinks on the table. I saw her stop, peer at us in the darkness, smile, and then turn away. I think she knew what we were doing.

Carla looked back, "Want some of your beer?"

I reached around her, fondling her breast as I fetched my glass and sipped.

"I like when we go out and do things together," she said.

Well, that was one way of putting it, I guess!

She was the first one to give into our rising desire. She put her hands on my hips and pushed herself forward, moving off my cock a little. I stopped her movement after just an inch or so, afraid to have my cock pop out in such an unusually strained position. And then very, very slowly, she settled back against me. We both glanced around nervously, but no one was paying any notice to us. 

"Good girl," I whispered to her, "be careful, not too far."

She closed her legs to help hold me in and continued her achingly slow, one inch posting on my rod. Wanting to get in on the act, I hooked my feet around the legs of the stool for leverage and began to push with my groin up into her a little, bumping her every time she rested back into my lap. Her head bobbed upward quite noticeably when I did that, so I had to do it extremely slowly to not be too obvious. I could feel the heat rising between us, her cheeks were rosy, mine too probably. This was really an exercise in contradictions, I thought, as we merged and separated in our own private dance. It was kind of hard to keep fucking at a waltz rhythm amid the rock and roll beat. And despite our extreme slow motion coupling our breathing had become quite rapid.

What sensation there was, was tremendously arousing. My nut sack was being held by the zipper hole of my trousers in an unusual position, up high and jutting out, and it was being squeezed and massaged in a very enjoyable way when our bodies came together. I could feel the base of my cock sliding out from between her butt cheeks and then back into her heat, her slippery pussy easily drinking me in. My cockhead felt like it was as big as a water balloon, and although it was moving only very slightly high up inside her, every tiny motion caused shivers and muscle ripples up my back and through my pelvis as I resisted the urge to just ram the hell out of her. The psychological exhilaration was much greater than any physical stimulus we were able to generate, but it was no less powerful. I was just bursting with the desire to cum. This went on for a seemingly long time, but it was probably only a few minutes.

I held my mouth to her ear, "I can't take much more of this."

She smiled, loving the control she had in this unique situation, "This is so exciting. Just keep fucking me. Go slow."

We continued our painstaking, teasing, insane fucking as the waitress looked up from the floor to see if we needed anything. I shook my head in an emphatic NO. She nodded knowingly and left. Damn! Nothing was going to separate me from the firm, young flesh that surrounded my cock, the delicious peristaltic waves that I felt inside her vagina as she milked me, squeezed me, and gave me such irresistible pleasure. My erection was as big as it had ever been in my life at this point, and I could feel the tip of my cock pushing against her cervix when I was fully rooted. I don't want to brag, but I do have a long cock, and I can bottom out inside her in some positions. Some girls find that painful, but she loves it, it's one of the reasons we are so sexually compatible. She started to wiggle around on me when she felt me touching that deepest spot inside her, and I pulled her tightly into my groin and pumped up my cock inside her to gratify her desire. She gasped, and grabbed my hand to place it on her thigh. It was one of our unspoken signals, she was really getting excited and needed me to touch her. I reached under her skirt with my hidden arm to find her wet slit and rubbed circles on it to moisten my fingers. I folded the lips back and pressed into her to put my middle finger on her hard little clit. I stroked it lightly and was rewarded with a shiver. She turned her head toward the wall to hide the grimace on her face. She was close.

"I'm going to cum inside you, right here with all these people around," I told her, "I'm going to fill you up with my sperm."

She nodded rapidly in agreement, "Yes, yes, oh my God, hold me tight, I'm going to cum...yes...I'm cumming."

I held her up with my hands around her hips and stomach and pulled her tightly into me. My balls fitted perfectly into the little hollow of her upper thighs under her ass. We were an exact fit for each other inside and out, genital contact maximized, crushing our intimate flesh as close as physically possible. I felt her channel squeezing down tightly around me as she shuddered against me in full climax. Her legs weakened and she slipped down along my body, moaning very quietly as she shook. She threw her head back and I watched her face dissolve into a look of orgasmic pleasure, a most beautiful thing, and I shared in the joy of her release.

My cock was at maximum hardness now, and her hot pussy was clamping and releasing spasmodically around me as she climaxed. Fuck! I was on the brink, no, too late, OVER IT! I abandoned my control to animal reflex as I gushed into her, powerful contractions quickly followed one after another, my pelvis jerking forward in time to each jet as I filled her with my hot semen. Seven, eight, nine, ten! I lost count of how many times my cock exploded. I fought to keep us both upright as I emptied myself into her completely, helplessly, not just my sperm, but my strength and everything else I had as well. 

After a minute she regained her composure and asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah," I said, coming back to earth. 

She loved to milk out every last trickle of my sperm during sex, so every few seconds she would squeeze down tightly on me with her internal muscles. I shivered each time she did it, and stroked into her reflexively, spasming and emptying myself utterly. She straightened her posture and took a completely nonchalant sip of her drink, looking around and wearing a satisfied smile. She looked like just another girl watching the show, but I knew her too well. I knew that she was reveling in her conquest and that she was probably feeling superior and thinking that she was the only girl in the place that had a hard cock spurting inside her.

I let her have her moment of triumph, but I was really squishing around now in that slippery feeling after you cum inside, and our mixed liquids were squeezing out of her pussy and down along my cock onto my pants. I signaled her and she slowly pulled herself off of me. I hurriedly covered up with the front of my sports jacket. She slipped her shawl off the stool and hung it over the little table. Then looking around, she quickly got down on her knees under it, and faced me.

"Well, c'mon," she whispered.

We hadn't planned for this, but it looked safe enough. No one could see her behind the shawl unless they bent down near the floor. I stepped up to the table, felt her cool hands on my cock, then the heat of her mouth. I couldn't believe we were doing this. But if she wanted to give me a blowjob that much, who was I to say no, it was her birthday. Although I couldn't get hard again for a third time in two hours, she seemed to enjoy sucking my softening cock for a few minutes anyway. 

I had just returned to our table from the rest room when the house lights came up and the band said their goodbyes. The waitress walked up with the check. I handed her a tip ten times what the bill was. She looked at my wet trouser front, then at Carla's conspiratorial smile and smeared lipstick. 

She nodded her head happily as she folded the cash into her bra and said to Carla, "Happy birthday, baby. Come again."



Happy Birthday Baby



Sammy stirs from a peaceful nights slumber. Reaching across the bed to wrap her loving arm around Terry. Sammy's gentle hand searching high and low. A deep sigh crossing her soft, pink lips. Finding nothing but the cotton sheets where she is used to finding Terry's warm embrace.

Had he forgotten today was Her Birthday and slipped away without a word?

Dragging her bare, limp, body from the canopy bed and stumbling to the bathroom. Slowly sliding back the shower curtain and adjusting the water to warm. Sammy turns to grab a fresh towel, as she does she notices something strange out of the corner of her eye. Turning to fully face the mirror just to see if she was seeing things. There written in her cherry red lipstick, surrounded by a huge heart, is this note:
Good Morning My Sweet Baby! Happy Birthday, to the one I love more with each passing day. Have a great day and I will soon be back in your arms.

Love You Always and Forever, Terry
A gentle smile spreads across Sammy's face. Wrapping her arms across her chest, feeling him near as she squeezes so tight. Sensing Terry so close to her heart, even though they are apart.

Teriy has never forgotten any of their special days and she should have known better then to doubt him now. Feeling a little guilty for doubting his memory or his love.

Reaching down and taking a fresh towel from the linen cabinet and throwing it over the towel bar. Sammy steps into the shower and sighs. Her body covered in the gentle flow. Standing as a statue as the water brings her body and her mind to life. Leaning back and letting the water wash the sleep from her soft brown eyes. Water cascading down every curve of her beautiful body in streams of gentle stimulation.

Sammy's mind drifting away into the clouds as thoughts of their love pass through her mind. Dreaming the water as Terry's gentle kisses covering her flesh as they had so many times before. Her hands drifting through her blond hair. Senses reeling, as her body starts to roll around in small circles. Washing her hair and rinsing it deep, letting the water gently massage her scalp. Breathing a deep breath as her heart begins to beat faster.

Sammy's hands begin to trail the flow of lather as it slips down her chest. Her hands wrapping around those firm breasts and rolling them deep in her grip. Pinching her nipples between her fingers, as her legs slip slowly wider. Moaning softly as the warm river flows between her thighs. Sammy's mind going wild as her hands caress her golden body.

Gliding her fingers softly over her belly and back up over her breasts. Chills rolling through her body as in her mind she feels his warm breath on the back of her neck. Sammy's hands begin roaming her body across her sides and down over her firm little ass. Smiling to herself as she remembers his sweet words. "Nice ass baby, I would follow it anywhere."

Terry was always teasing her with those kind words.

Her hands moving across her hips and down her legs. Reaching her knees they reverse direction as they slide between her tight thighs. Inching their way up to the edge of her trembling golden mound.

Gingerly slipping over her hard clit as a silent moan crosses her lips. Flattening it against her body. Spreading herself to the warm water as it flows deep over her aching clit. Sammy's hips rolling around and around, her fingers slipping to the edge of her warm body. One by one, her three longest fingers slip gently inside her wettness. Her hips thrusting at her long slender fingers, as they slide deep into her aching body. Sammy's body now on fire, her mind turning to his gentle touches.

Leaning back against the cool shower wall as her body begins to tighten. Nearing the edge of release, a soft moan escapes her wet lips. Growing louder and louder as her body is set free. Sammy's knees buckling as waves of warmth roll through the length of her body.

Sitting on the edge of the shower seat, as her mind comes back to this world. Shaking her head wondering how even the thought of Terry sets her body on fire. Breathing a big sigh, Sammy stands and finishes the shower. Turning off the water and stepping softly onto the marbled tile floor. The warm towel in her hands covering her and pressing onto every inch off her glistening body. Rolling it around her blonde head as she once again gazes at the note in the mirror. Knowing this smile will be hers to carry through the day.

Stepping into the bedroom and looking at he empty bed. Picturing Terry there smiling, swaying her hips across the room for him. Feeling a little frisky now, grinning from ear to ear.

Yanking open the closet door, and searching for his favorite outfit. Flipping carefully through her wardrobe. Then frantically searching the closets entire length. It was nowhere to be found. Pausing to think, "It was here yesterday I know", Sammy whispers to herself.

Mumbling under her breath she turns away from the closet and looks around the room. Her eyes widening as she looks over to the dresser. There on the mirror was another note. Written as before in her cherry red lipstick. Hurrying across the room Sammy notices neatly laid out on the dresser, an outfit she has never seen before. There lay a short, red leather miniskirt and a beautiful matching silk blouse. Next to the skirt was a pair of sheer, red silk stockings. Sammy pressed the stockings against her blushing red cheeks as she reads the note:
Happy Birthday my love! Sammy, wear this outfit with that smile I know is on you face as you read this note. Please be here at home at exactly 1:00 p.m. no earlier.
Forever In My Heart, Terry
The smile on her face growing wider as she began to dress. Drying her hair and pinning it up in a button on top of her head. Sitting down on the bed and slowly pulling her new stockings up her sexy legs. The feel of the silk against her soft skin sending quivers through her body.

Leaning back on the bed as she wiggles her red leather skirt up over her tight little ass. Laughing to herself, thinking about how Terry had always loved the way she never wore any panties under her skirts.

Sammy leapt from the bed as she noticed the time on the alarm clock. Strutting over to the full length dressing mirror. Slipping the silk blouse over her arms and around her breasts. Swaying her hips back and forth as she buttons it up and tucks it neatly into her skirt. Sammy's bare breasts pressing tight against the fabric. Whispering to herself, "Damn Terry you really know how to make me smile, I look hot! Woo hoo! Look out baby!"

Giggling as she grabs her keys off the night stand and heads out to greet the day. The brilliant sunshine setting Sammy's body to glowing along with her smile.

Saying to herself, "Wow what a nice day! Knowing Terry, he had a hand in it." Laughing out loud as she heads for her car. Opening the door and sliding behind the wheel of her white convertible. There on the steering wheel was another hand written note pinned to a deep red rose. It read:
Sammy,
I know this rose pales in your beauty as it always does. Have a fantastic day my love!
Love You Baby, Terry
Shaking her head as she pushes the button and drops the top on her convertible. Starting the engine, punching the accelerator, and heading to the beauty salon. The cool breeze flowing through her blouse causing her nipples to become hard. Neatly outlined in the red silk surrounding them. Every stop light bringing a smiling gaze to the men's faces in the cars around her. Cat calls and whistles only made her smile glow even more. Thinking to herself how nice it was, to have another birthday and still get that response from the men around her.

Arriving at the beauty salon and stepping inside with a smile on her face. Daydreaming of the day Terry had planned for her.

* * * * *

Terry had been planning this day for a two weeks. Every detail was perfect for his surprise. Arriving home only minutes after Sammy had left for her appointment. Putting every element of his surprise into place. Not a minute detail left out. Everything now ready, Terry dashes up for a quick shower and the first step of his birthday surprise.

Dressing quickly and heading for the kitchen with a wicked grin on his face. Dimming each light, as his trail leaves another element of his gift to Sammy. Hearing her keys in the front door he laughs to himself and ducks behind the kitchen wall.

Sammy pulls the note from the front door. Steps inside and begins reading this note:
My Sweet Sammy,

You have given me so much, more then you will ever know. I would like to give you something special back. Follow the trail of roses when you have a dozen my surprise will be complete.
I Love You My Beautiful Baby, Terry
Glancing down at the floor Sammy sees a carefully placed trail of deep red roses leading to the dinning room. Her heart racing faster as she carefully picks up each one and moves toward the dinning room. Squinting in the darkness of the house in the middle of the day. Opening and closing her eyes to make sure she is not seeing things.

Staring into the dinning room Sammy notices the room has been rearranged. All the chairs had been removed. A stool has been placed at the head of the table facing the kitchen. Beside the large table was the other stool and the small table. Sammy follows the trail of love leading across the dim dinning room.

The end of the trail was the small table. Placed upon it were single candle, a rose in a vase wrapped with a bright red ribbon, a portable stereo, and another note. Sammy's mind was racing as she sat down to read the note. Squinting hard to read it by the flickering light of the solitary candle. Word by word she read it carefully:
My Sweet Sammy,

I love you so much baby. If you have counted the roses in your hand you will notice there are eleven now. To receive the final rose, please hit the play button on the stereo and wait for me.
Surprise Baby, Terry
Sammy hit the play button and the room bursts with light. The four strobe lights Terry has placed in the corners of the room shatter the darkness of the room in a brilliant flash. The stereo pounding out the beat of their favorite dance tune.

Terry runs from the kitchen, up the stool, and onto the dinning room table. He is fully dressed with his tool belt hugging his slender hips. Sammy's eyes nearly popping from her head as Terry begins to dance back and forth down the table.

Sammy jumping to her feet, laughing in disbelief. Covering her eyes with her hands then slowly peaking between them. What's this she thought to herself. Easing closer to him, Sammy notices the deep red rose in his teeth.

Terry beginning to sway erotically to the beat of their song. Passing all his love to her in this dance. His hips rolling around and around as he began unbuckling his tool belt. Whipping it off and tossing it away.

Sammy whooping and hollering as she watches his every move. Terry turning his little ass to her and shaking it all around as his hands reach for the buttons on his flannel shirt. Ripping it open and turning around to face her. The muscles in Terry's golden chest rippling with each erotic movement. He eases the sleeves slowly down his arms. Twirling his shirt around his head, slinging it right into her hands.

Smiling, as Sammy wraps it around her neck, and begins to clap to the beat. His dance becomes even more intense as he bends over and places the thornless rose in her golden hair. Kissing her softly as his lips fade away from Sammy's.

Flipping his head back and with two quick kicks his laceless boots fly off and onto the floor.

Wearing only his tight jeans now. Terry turns to her and rolls his hips seductively to her. The bulge in his jeans growing against the tight blue denim. Reaching down to the clasp on his jeans as he begins to turn away from her. Shaking his cute ass as he leans forward, and begins to reveal the back of his g-string.

Laughing together as Sammy reaches into her tight skirt and pulls out a wad of bills and waves them in the air.

Slowly he exposes more and more of his muscular legs to her. Terry's mind now racing with thoughts of the special love they share.

Sammy places a $20 bill in the band of his g-sting and let's out a loud whistle. Her smile lighting up her beautiful face.

Slipping his jeans over his ankles. Turning and kicking them in Sammy's direction. Laughing and giggling as they look deep into each others eyes. Terry's bulge now showing clearly as his hips gyrate up and down.

With a wicked grin he jumps from the table and lands directly in front of Sammy. Whispering, "Happy Birthday Baby! I Love You", as the song slowly fades.

Terry pausing to gaze deep at the gorgeous lady before him. Thinking to himself, his lady is even more gorgeous then the day they met so long ago.

Kissing her deep as he eases close to her. Pressing her back to sitting on the stool. Dropping to one knee, as he kisses the back of her hand softly. "Breathe" begins to play on the tape player. Slowly and even more erotically then before Terry rises and begins his lap dance. Sammy places another $20 bill in his swollen g-string. With a wicked grin, slapping his ass and smiling bigger then ever.

Strolling around behind her, brushing Sammy's back with his bare ass. Teasing her with every sway of his hips. Moving around her with his cute ass close to her face. Rolling the muscles in his ass as he reaches for the strap on his g-string.

Beginning to slip it down his legs, exposing himself to her eager eyes. Feeling sammy's warm breath against his bare skin. Slowly releasing his swelling passions from it's binding. Terry's entire erection becoming visible to her now as he leans farther forward to take Sammy's ankles in his hands. Her lips softly nibbling at his rolling body.

Terry's firm hands stroking her beautiful legs up and down as his body sways before her. Her soft moans of pleasure driving Terry onward. Slipping his hands up inside her thighs, causing Sammy's legs to spread wider and wider. Her skirt slipping up to reveal her golden mound to his greedy brown eyes.

With Sammy's tongue now wandering up and down his erection, Terry's hands slip over her wetness. Her body shuddering, from his firm hands wiggling against her swelling clit. Slowly he massages it hard, while his ass mimics the movements of Sammy's tongue. Rolling and gliding up and down.

Terry's hands parting from her wetness, as he turns to face her again. Placing his fingers to his lips and licking them of her juices one by one. The muscles in his erection tighten and relax, causing it to rise and fall in front of her wet lips. Sammy bites her bottom lip as Terry presses his erection firmly between her breasts. His hips rising and falling pressing her silk blouse between them. New sensations spreading throughout their bodies. The tip of Sammy's tongue greeting his erection with each thrust upwards against her.

Terry's fingers dancing up from her knees and crawling deep inside her thighs. His fingers eager to feel her muscles around them as the glide so easily into her moist body. Creeping deeper and deeper inside her aching body. Sammy's hips rising to pull them into her. Circling against her tight muscles as they clamp down hard on Terry's probing fingers. Sammy's lips part, releasing a slow steady moan. Her lips once again clamping down on his throbbing erection, her gentle moans vibrating him harder. Her head bobbbing up and down over tip of his erection. Terry's fingers thrusting in and out faster and faster as they begin to moan as one. With a cry of pleasure they explode into a climax that shakes their bodies deep. Terry thrusting deeper into her lips, erupting like a molten volcano. His passions flowing hot into her mouth. Sammy's juices splashing up Terry's hand. Her warm love flowing from the depths of her sexy body.

Their bodies trembling as their lips meet once again. Sammy's tongue tickling his as it slides deep into his kiss. Gazing deep into each others eyes. That look telling them that that the love they have is strong and true. Terry's tongue wrapping up Sammy's and pulling it deep into his mouth. Nibbling it lightly as his tongue rolls around it. Sammy's lips pressing hard against Terry's. Kissing him so passionately while her head rocks into his deep kiss. The love between them burning so intense.

She slowly pulls from his kiss and whispers, "Baby you are so good to me. This is my best birthday ever."

Rising from the stool Sammy says, "I'll be right back my love."

Terry hollers after her as she heads for the kitchen. "Nice ass baby! I'd follow it anywhere." A burst of laughter fills the room as Sammy shakes it just for him as she turns the corner into the kitchen.

He rises quickly and hurries to the window. Reaching down onto the sill and picking up the small package and cupping it in his hand. Listening intently trying to figure out what she was up to in there. He hears a drawer open and close and then total silence.

With her hand behind her back she rounds the corner into the dinning room. "Close you eyes baby" Sammy says with a smile.

Terry closes his eyes and then feels something strange against his forehead.

Sammy says, "Okay baby you can open them." Opening his eyes, his vision is blocked by a thin piece of paper. Terry reaches up to take it in his hands. It is a note from Sammy. She laughs as he begins to read it out loud.
Terry,

You had me from hello, baby. Each day with you brings a happiness beyond belief. Thank you, for all you do for me every day. Our life together means so much to me. I love you with all my heart and soul.
Kisses, Sammy
Wrapping his arms around Sammy tight, and lifting her into his arms. Careful to hide the small package from her sight, as he sets her gently on the edge of the table. Taking a step back and lifting her leg into his hands as they glide down to her ankle. Looking up and smiling at her as he opens the box and removes his gift. It glitters like icicles in the strobe lights as he holds it up for her to see. A breathtaking sigh comes from her lips as the diamonds sparkle in her soft eyes. Terry carefully places the bracelet around her ankle and kisses it lightly. Whispering, "This my love is a small token of my forever love for you."

Small kisses covering the top of her foot as Terry's lips meet her soft flesh. Nibbling down to the tip of her toes and flicking them lightly with his tongue. Drawing one then the next slowly between his lips as his tongue circles them slowly. Sammy giggling softly as his tongue tickles her toes. Rocking his tongue back and forth across her foot and back to her ankle. Terry nibbling his way around Sammy's calve and up to her knees. Leaning his head to the side as he kisses the sensitive skin behind her knee. His tongue ever so lightly touching her flesh as it crosses between Sammy's thighs.

Gently snaking it's way up between her sexy legs and rolling over her golden mound. Covering Sammy with soft kisses as his mouth slips down over her hard clit. Pressing his face into her wetness and rolling her firm clit between his lips. Eager to share in her passions he pulls Sammy to the edge of the table and leans her back. Terry's hands spreading her wetness fully open as his tongue dives inside her. Tracing each muscle as it slides deeper and deeper. Darting from side to side as it reaches it's limit inside her. Terry feels her body begin to tighten as he shakes his head to and fro against her wet body. A deep moan escaping Sammy's lips as her legs lock around his head and pull his face deep into her climax. His tongue racing deeper and faster as her juices roll across it and down his throat. Swallowing hard as her juices flow in streams across his lips. Terry looks up into her eyes as he licks her thighs dry and whispers, I Love You Baby"




Happy Birthday Baby



Sammy quickly removes her blouse and releases her firm breasts from their confinement. Squirming on the table as the skirt slips over her hips and down onto the floor. Sammy reaches down and pulls Terry to her body. Kissing him deep as she guides his throbbing erection to her wetness. Terry pressing his hips to hers, filling her body with his. Rolling his hips against Sammy's as their kiss becomes a blur off fiery tongues. Rocking into her harder with each thrust. Terry kisses across her check and nibbles on her ear as he begins thrusting harder.

Whispering into her ear, "I love you so much Sammy." Diving his tongue deep into her ear and rolling it around inside. Her moans blending with his as the love between them flows like fine wine through their veins into one heart. Sammy's legs wrapping him tight at the waist as she grinds down hard on him. Tightening her muscles with all her might around him. Pulling him so deep inside her with each powerful thrust. Terry's hands cupping over her firm breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers as her moan becomes continuous. Thrusting with all his love into her warm body. Their bodies so on fire as their bodies slap against each other. Terry reaching up and taking her by the shoulders and pounding deep and hard.

Feeling the loving release nearing. Both of them whisper at once, "I love you!. Those words driving them over the edge. Sammy's body shaking with his as they share their release in a loud moaning kiss. Pounding and rocking against each other. Their juices splashing all over their bellys. Sharing the love they feel for each other.

Their juices blending into a froth inside her fabulous body. Terry's thrusts moving so fast and deep. Sammy's muscles squeezing every drop from him.

With a deep breath Terry falls forward onto her and relaxes his body to hers. Catching his breath and regaining control of his muscles.

Wrapping Sammy in his loving arms and carrying her to the bedroom. Lying her on the bed, and crawling in beside her. Gently spooning her close to his heart.

Whispering, "I love you Sammy. I hope you enjoyed my simple Birthday gift to you."

Looking back at him, Sammy flashes that special smile only they share. Silently they drift off to sleep in each others arms.

So deep in each other's love.



Happy Birthday Baby



Its your birthday tomorrow and oh how sensitive you can be about that, you've been pouting all day and don't even think I notice. The occasional cupboard gets banged shut with more force than usual, a little bit of foot stomping is going on. I know better than to broach the subject, I so don't want to get my head chewed off today!

My feeble attempts at reassurance go unheard, your in a mood and I'm not going to push it. Topic closed, mouth shut don't push your luck kiddo)) Tip toeing around the house that night, scared I may be eaten alive, I start to worry about just how bad you seem to feel about this and wonder if there is anything I can do at all to make you feel just a little better tomorrow. A party?? Are you kidding he'll kill me!! Dinner out??? no, too clichéd, how bout a kick in that sweet butt for being such a grump, nice thought but doesn't solve the problem.

Standing under the shower an Idea starts to form and I start to get excited, I know you boy, I know what will get you happy, get you really smiling, feeling good even on your birthday. 

We wake in the morning and as expected the dreaded B'day gloom is written all over your face, I kiss you gently and look at you for a sign. Am I allowed to say it?? (Happy Birthday), clearly your look says no. Like a small child who didn't get the last lolly, you stomp off to the shower and get ready for your day at navy. You break my heart the way you do this to yourself, I want to change it get you feeling good today, really good!!

List written, dressed and ready to go, I'm a woman on a mission, and I giggle to myself as I walk out the door. Boy if you ain't smiling by the end of the day I'm going to start believing in the Easter bunny and Santa Claus. Cause right now I'm sure as hell smiling at the thought of the evening ahead, who's going to enjoy this more?, you or me!!

I zip from place to place, buying this, buying that, my look of excitement must be obvious to all and sundry, I'm getting some pretty enquiring stares I must confess. Occasionally I blush, as my intentions must be obvious and I feel naked already!!

My purchasing done, I head home to set the scene you will be home in less than an hour now. Have I really shopped and propped for that long today?? Oh yes! I can do that and well!!

Showered, ready and wearing your favourite perfume I start to get nervous, can I pull this off, or will you go running into the street laughing. Ah well, has to be better than moping about with your tail wedged between your legs. And when your grumpy your really grumpy, like a tantruming little boy with his hands curled into fists, but I cant help but love you even then.

I hear you pull into the drive, apprehension and excitement reigns, I shriek and start to put my plan into action.

The key works in the door, and you open it, and call out to me are you here?? Is something wrong?? You've obviously read my note posted on the door PLEASE DO NOT TURN THE LIGHTS ON INSIDE, FAULTY!!

On the floor in front of you see the arrows in luminous paper leading somewhere, but where?? You tentatively follow them. In the distance I here you saying" Oh god what are you up to this time!!" I do believe I hear a smile in that voice and I giggle. At the end of these arrows there is a chair before you in the dark and in luminous pen is written, please take your clothes off and sit. You do and your laughing and saying "Oh Man!!" Oh I'm so happy, already.

I sneak up behind you not saying a word, placing a silk blind fold around your eyes. You go to turn around and I command that you don't, saying "just sit and do as your told big boy," you laugh again. I tie your hands behind you securely, but not uncomfortably. "You little sh… you say"

"shhhh" I reply "I'm busy." Next I tie your feet to the chair, you look so helpless but so happy, I'm sure your mind is going wild, but you aint seen nothing yet my darlin, I'm not finished with you!! and I bend to your ear whispering just that, you roar with laughter.

I put some music on something sultry, sexy, and totally over the top!! The music starts and I turn it up, you laugh hysterically and cry " Oh my god not Barry White!! No,!! I'm being tortured to an early grave!!" And I slink up to you and whisper "ohhh yes baby I'm gonna torture but no ones gonna die believe me."

First I spread your knees a little, run my foot gently down your thigh, I place it back on the floor." What am I wearing honey??" I ask," stilettos" you say," and what colour are they honey??" black you guess, "ohhhh yes" I reply, "they are black"

" I do believe I see you licking your lips are you hungry sweety?,"

"Ohhh yes you say" and laugh again.

Next I walk slowly behind you, feathering my hair all over your back, I blow on your neck, over your ear, rub my cheek on your head. I whisper" what perfume do I have on baby,"

"Red" you say, "that's right" I respond" you're a good boy aren't you":) 

Next I slide across you knee, straddling you, I take your face in my hands and kiss you passionately, my breasts pushed up against you, your tongue responding to mine. I then stand in front of you and kiss you from head to toe. careful not to touch anything tooooo sensitive!!

After about 5 minutes I stand and in a sultry voice I ask" what am I wearing??, Would you like to know??" And I laugh playfully, Barry White still doing his Ooooooh ahhhhh routine in the background, "Ohhhhhh yes" you say," please tell me."

"Cant do that" want to teach you brail" I say giggling. It's the only way your going to find out big guy." I reach behind you and undo the ties on your hands, but order you only to follow my instructions. "Yes mammm" you say "good boy I whisper." 

I place my foot between you legs again on the chair," run your hand from my feet to my thighs" I command in a cheeky tone, and you do, slowly running your fingers along my leg right up to the top…."What am I wearing?" I ask, "silk stockings and garters" you reply. 

I stand over you my legs spread, whispering to you "feel my body now please and tell me what I have on." You run both hands over my torso, studying the fine details with you fingers, laughing softly as you go. After a few minutes I ask "so what's the verdict sunshine??,"

"Corset with lace tie front" you reply, proclaiming" Ohhh your just too much!!" I giggle at that and say ohhhh you aint seen nothing yet my boy.

I turn around and stand away from you and bend over," put your hands on my butt darlin" I command, and you do." Feel me please tell me what I have on." I feel your hands caress me running around my butt, over my back running your fingers along the lace around my knickers. I feel you run your hands in between my legs I'm swaying in time to the music." OMG" you exclaim there's no crutch!! and you roar with laughter, and what else I ask, you return to your task with enthusiasm. And put your fingers inside wear the crutch should be," you have no hair"!!" really" I ask again cheekily" where did it all go???" Arghhhhhh you cry, I laugh as you've been asking me to do this for sooo long.

Greedily you try to probe more, I slap your hand and say "naughty boy, you do as I say." You pout and sulk but its all pretend, you are containing your laughter.

Noticing you are getting hard I ask you" what's happening to tiger sweety, is he excited by something??,"

"Oh yes he is, now get your butt back here and let me feel how smooth you are."

"Not yet my sweet, not yet" I whisper.

As you sit there I remove my bodice, undress down to my very naughty knickers and push up bra, my nipples perched over the edge, now very hard with anticipation, I rub some very tasty chocolate sauce onto them, and sit on your knee. "Are you hungry baby I whisper," you cant even answer now you are laughing too much.

I stand and place your face in between my breasts, your hands greedily reaching up to touch me and I push them away. I turn a little and gently place my chocolate covered nipple on your lips, you start to lick it off, almost frenzied such is the level of your desire at this stage.

As you do this I lightly but teasingly rub my newly smooth wetness on you, just taunting' sometimes allowing you to enter me a little, but generally just softly stroking you with my moistened lips. After a few minutes I bend and kiss you and say" hunny I'm hungry do you have anything for me to eat??" Such a naughty voice, such a tease, I'm loving it, and so, apparently are you:)

I slide down in between your legs and slowly apply some sauce to the length of you, you can see nothing, but oh I think you can feel a lot. I begin to lick the chocolate from you, wrapping my tongue around you, so I can taste it all. I treat you like an all day sucker and Ohh I'm sure you wish you were one.

Licking, sucking, devouring you now,you can hardly sit still, and I suck so passionately your breathing is rapid, small moans now escaping from your mouth. I continue this for five or so minutes and I know from how hot your are becoming under my tongue, you cant take any more. Slowly I stand undo the ties on your feet and take your hand, ask you to come with me.

We walk through to the lounge area and I ask you to stand just for a moment, I turn the dimmed lights on and get prepared, and ask you to remove your blind fold.

Before you I lie seductively on the table, bow on my belly, My hair between my legs carefully shaved into the shape of a heart and dyed red, the words "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY" written above in red icing. I don't think I've ever seen you smile so wide and I'm both exhilarated and touched deep within.

Quickly you move to join me, kneeling beside me on the table. You look at me closely, a wanton look in your eye, you part my legs with your fingers, to look at me. I'm smooth, smooth as silk and you can see clearly how excited I am, my wetness glistening on my lips, you begin to touch me.

You seem fascinated, sooo smooth, soo open for you. You run your flat hand back and forward over my mound and moan. Before long you are on your knees and between my legs, running your tongue around me, letting it just roll over my silkiness', then inside. You don't take long before you are licking, sucking biting me gently but feverishly. My new look sending you into a frenzy!! And we do like that!!

My physical pleasure at the feel of your tongue on my skin soo intense, its not long before I have to stop you and beg you to put your self inside of me. But like the woman I am I say to you "as its your birthday honey your wish is my command." And without words, you take my hand and pull me toward the edge of the table and stand between my legs looking down at me again.

Pressing your self up to me my legs spread apart and perched on two chairs we embrace. Arms entwined we kiss passionately, your hand wondering to caress me, finger me, rub me. After two or three minutes you take your hand away, come closer and ease your self up into me. Ohhh god you always feel so good.

Slowly we begin you move, you slide in and out of me with ease. I am sooo wet for you, I lean back a little and place my hands on the table behind me. My breasts now smeared in chocolate, you lower you face and greedily devour my right nipple, as you move faster and faster inside of me. I tighten around you each time to heighten your sensation and feel you harden more inside of me. I just love to have you this way, you feel so deep. I lower my pelvis off the edge of the table to tilt my self a little, I know you love this it strokes you so well.

Gently you lower me down onto my back and pull me forward to you, and begin to enter me so deep and fast, the pleasure for both of us so intense. I watch you as you gaze intently at how you enter me, this new look sending you wild.

I reach down and start to play with my clit in front of you, stop to caress you between my fingers as you go in and out, this heightens you immensely and you are thrusting so fast now, I am writhing in shear pleasure, and stroking my self with the same rhythm.

After maybe five minutes I'm not sure, as I'm lost in the moment, I feel that warmth build in my belly and I start to orgasm over and over as you watch and within seconds I feel you explode within me too, your fluid gushing into me, so warm, sooo nice.

Exhausted and satisfied you lie onto me on the table, I wrap my legs around your waist and we lie without words until we catch our breathe

Looking at me intently, and with a wonderful smile, I bring your face to mine kiss you sweetly and say "Happy Birthday Baby." You rest your head on my chest again, no more scowl, no more worry just a contented smile and you hold onto me tight. I feel so happy to see that.

And after we have showered together, just wait until you see the meal I have prepared!! the night is not over yet!! Ohhh no not by a long shot!!



Happy Birthday Baby



You have been so sweet, and I have decided that I should do something really special for your birthday. I had thought of baking a cake, but then I would have to decide if it should be white or chocolate...then there is the frosting and the clean up, such a mess for just a cake, it hardly seems worth the effort. The idea of buying one crossed my mind, but again there's the question of flavor, ice cream and so on, besides, buying one seems too impersonal to me. Such a dilemma! So, after much thought I've come up with a great idea for something really exceptional, and while I am an excellent baker, I'm even better at putting together a gift like this...

We would be both be freshly shower and dressed only in our robes and as we sit on the side of the bed we would share a glass of wine; a nice fruity Chardonnay, I think, not too dry. When I kiss you I will taste the wine on your lips and feel the chill of it on your tongue. The expectancy shows in your eyes, but there is a questioning look there, too, not really quite sure of what I'm planning.

I would whisper in your ear and ask if you would like your gift now and you would reach for me with your free hand. 'No, no,' I say as I leave the bed and open the drawer of the nightstand. Inside is a black box that is tied with a big red bow, 'this is your gift, silly. Don't look so disappointed! Open it.'

Inside you would find five neatly folded, black silk scarves. As you question me about them would I tell you to hush. 'No more talking, now. I want you to just follow my directions. Stand up and take off your robe.' As you remove yours I would also remove mine and I would notice your erection, 'Time to start the party, I see.' Pressing my body against yours, we would kiss deeply. Then I would pick up scarves, 'Do you want to know what these are for?' I would ask with a grin.

You would laugh and tell me that you have a pretty good idea what they were for. 'OK. Turn around and let me use the first one as a blind fold, then I want you to lie down on the bed and I'm going to tie your wrists and ankles to the bed. You do trust me, don't you?' Of course you would tell me yes and rightly so.

After I have covered your eyes with one of the scarves I would gently secure you to the bed with the remaining four. The sandalwood scented candle that is on the nightstand is lit and I would start the CD that I have ready. 

I would lie down next to you on my side and then run my fingers over your chest, so gently you could barely feel it and as I circled your nipples they would harden and goose bumps would form on your abdomen. Ahh...that would make me smile and run my tongue around your nipple. 'No, no,' I would chide myself. 'Slow down, only fingers for now'...continuing ever so slowly to circle your tummy, along the sensitive skin on the side of your waist and up near your under arm. I would quietly sing with the music...'bu-da-da-da-da-da-da-n-da...Down misty, magic mountain he came...' My eyes would close as I contemplate this pleasure I can give you. My fingertips would circle your navel causing your abdomen to quiver. Your erection will have relaxed a bit so I draw languid figure eights below your navel, my fingers just skimming the hair that grows in curls there. Not allowing you the pleasure of my fingers touching your erection as it returns, I would go back to teasing your nipples and abdomen again.

I would run my fingers lightly up and down the inside of your thigh, smiling to myself as I hear your breathing increase ... a little tease as the back of my hand brushes against your balls. But I don't linger there long, and as I draw circles near your groin and on either side of your erection I wonder what you are thinking. Am I a nasty bitch for teasing you or a considerate lover prolonging your pleasure? My fingers would travel your inner thighs again, but this time they seek out your balls and lightly circle them, then taking their weight into my hand I gently caress them. My finger finds the sensitive spot just below them and massages the area for a moment them lightly traces the length of your erection. You would thrust forward a bit as my finger finds the velvet of the head and circles the small indentation there. I might find a bit of pre-cum there and lick it from my finger.

At this point I would get up and straddle your abdomen, with my back to you. I would take your dick in my hand and lean forward just enough so that I could rub the head against my nipple...it would arouse me to see and feel it, and I know I would start to get wet. One hand would stroke you and the other hand would reach down to caress your balls. Would my own selfish desires take over? Yes, I want to taste you so I would lick the head of your dick with the flat of my tongue and savor the salty taste, but I would stop there.

I turn around and crawl up your body, 'Time for something wet and sweet,' I would whisper in your ear. Then I would position my knees on either side of your head and lower my pussy over your mouth. 

'God, you're already so wet,' you would tell me as your tongue flicked between my lips.

'I know,' I would gasp. 'Don't talk.' Your tongue would tease me, licking, probing and finally flicking the sensitive nub there. 'Yes! Suck it for me.' And your lips and tongue would form a gentle vacuum, the sucking causing your tongue to rub the nub just a little. Heat would build inside me. 'More! Harder! Yes, don't stop! I'm cumming! Oh, damn!' and I would feel the wetness of my orgasm. 'Stop. Give me a second.' I would be overly sensitive at this point and you would stop the sucking and begin thrusting into me with your tongue. 'Yes! Fuck me! Lick me! Fuck me!' Knowing me as you do your tongue would probe me, slide between the lips to the already sensitive button suck it for moment. 'Yes! Like that! Now fuck me!' Panting after another orgasm I would tell you to stop and move my body until I'm straddling your waist, then I would kiss you, sucking your tongue and biting your lower lip. Then I would look at you and grin, 'Mmmm... I do taste sweet.' And I would kiss you again.

'Time to light the candle!' I would tell you as I positioned myself on my knees between your legs and bending over I would lick the length of your dick with the tip if my hard tongue. My hand cups your balls and my tongue circles your head...I do enjoy that lovely velvet and the taste of precum...then I would take just your head into my mouth, sucking softly.

'Time to light the candle!' I would tell you as I positioned myself on my knees between your legs and bending over I would lick the length of your dick with the tip if my hard tongue. My hand cups your balls and my tongue circles your head....I do enjoy that lovely velvet and the taste of precum...then I would take just your head into my mouth, sucking softly. Then I would take all of you into my mouth, ever so slowly sliding my lips down to the base of your shaft, almost gagging but just managing to control the reflex. Just as slowly I would return back up and then use the tip of my tongue to circle just below the sensitive rim of the head several times before sucking you gently again. I would softly rub the velvet against my teeth as if I were testing pearls to see if they are real. Your moan would make me smile. My lips would meet the fingers that I have wrapped around you and I would begin a steady rhythm of doing you with my mouth and hand. Each time I slide down you would thrust your hips a little, forcing me to take more of you each time until I stop using my hand at all and just take you with my mouth and throat. Our rhythm quickens and your thrusts are harder, but I would stop and just keep you deep in my throat for a moment or two and finally take my time as I slid back up, finally stopping to suck you and then releasing you altogether.

I would straddle your hips then, your dick pressed against my bum, and I kiss you gently letting my tongue travel down your neck, to your chest and then your nipple. It would be a small bud, which I circle several times before I nip it and then clamp down on it, sucking gently. My fingers play with your other nipple and eventually my mouth would it the attention that deserves.

Another hungry kiss and I would find the taste and scent of my own orgasms still lingering on your lips, causing my own heat to build and flow again. Moving my body lower I ever so slowly impale myself on you, hot, wet, tight and ready. You would be hard and fill me with pleasure and as I kiss you my walls would squeeze around you.

'Don't move, let me do it,' I would whisper and begin to slide up and down the length of you slowly, each time stopping each time I reach your head to squeeze it. As my own heat builds my pace increases until I know your can feel my release as it clamps around you. I would feel the wetness of my own juices, and that would spur me on, faster and deeper. 

'I need you to cum inside me,' I would pant. 'Help me, now. Fuck me. Harder.' You would meet me, thrust for thrust, deep and hard. 'Yes! That's right. More. Fuck me. Damn I'm cumming!' My walls would be grasping you with my orgasm and I could feel your own hot fluids mix with mine as I feel you jerk beneath me. I would remain on top of you, my walls squeezing whatever may be left in you, and then after one more kiss I would remove your blind fold and undo the soft restraints ties to your arms and legs.

After slipping back into my robe I would toss yours to you. 'There really is birthday cake, you know. Come on, I'll make coffee and we'll have some.' You would smile as you slipped back into your robe. 'Happy Birthday,' I would smile back.



Happy Birthday Baby!



It was Steve's birthday and I had surprises in mind for him. Last night my husband and I had arrived at this luxurious desert spa near Palm Springs and I had a whole day of treats planned for him today. First we'd have a special caviar breakfast and take a quick swim, and then, for later in the afternoon, I had arranged for a masseur to come up to the room. I had requested a specific masseur, and not another or a masseuse, because that masseur, I hoped, was going to be a big part of the very special and unusual birthday treat I had in mind for my husband. 

Let me explain. Steve and I had seen the masseur by pool side every day, giving guests massages. The guests I spoke with all said Dave just gave the best massages. And he was such a dreamboat too, with a deeply tanned, chiseled body and that blond, blue-eyed surfer look. I guessed he was gay from the first moment I saw him, even though he appeared exceptionally masculine. But there was just something about the glint in his eyes when he checked out really good-looking guys, like my husband. Steve said he didn't notice, but I did. Asking around, another guest I had met, a woman who had been here several times, confirmed for me that Dave was, indeed, gay. But that didn't stop all the horny women from eyeing him all the time, those eyes drifting down especially to the seemingly ever present big bulge in the crotch of his swim trunks.

And hearing this about Dave made me start to think and scheme. You see my husband is straight, but for a long time I'd had these fantasies of watching him make it with another guy, another good-looking, masculine stud like himself. When I once mentioned this to Steve he confessed to me that sometimes he entertained bi-sexual fantasies himself. Naturally, I was very pleased to hear this.

So when I noticed my husband's eyes lingering a little too long when Dave was giving an old dame a massage by pool side, I smiled to myself. I had already seen Dave check out my husband with somewhat hungry eyes; and now I caught my Steve eyeballing Dave with what I thought was a lusty gaze of his own.

And so I began to plot and plan for this very special birthday treat, arranging with Dave to come up to our hotel room and give my husband a massage. 

So when he finally arrived, and I opened the door and there was Dave, I could see my husband was surprised to see him, surprised but obviously quite pleased, though he tried to hide it.

"Everyone says Dave is the best masseur working at the spa, and so, for your birthday, honey, I asked him to come up and give you a massage."

I was going to play it all sweet and innocent, at least at the start.

Dave looked my husband over and, again, I could clearly that he liked what he saw. My husband is a lanky, rugged sort, hardbodied and smooth. He's a stuntmen, and has the sort of rough-hewn masculine looks that many women like, and most gay men drool over.

Dave set up the massage table and had Steve get up on it on his stomach. Steve still had his swim trunks on, but I casually pulled them off, much to my husband's surprise. He turned around, trying to protest, but I shut him up with a big luscious kiss. I suppose he felt exposed and vulnerable, laying there on his stomach, with his bare ass staring me and Dave in the face.

Dave tried to hide it, but he couldn't keep his eyes off my husband's perfect muscled ass. He coughed to try and break the spell, then poured oil over my husband's back and began to massage him. I stood by and watched. Dave had moved from massaging Steve's upper back right down to his thighs.

"What about his butt? Aren't you going to massage his butt too?" I asked in an innocent tone of voice.

Dave actually blushed and little, and I thought that was so cute! He had probably massaged a lot of gay men with whom he then had sex, but now here he was with a husband, a straight man, and with the man's wife standing there, next to him, encouraging him to massage her husband's naked ass, staring Dave in the face.

"Let me see you massage that nice, hard, tight ass," I purred, not so innocently now. Dave poured some oil on Steve's buttocks and began to massage them. Steve didn't say a thing. 

As Dave worked on Steve's butt, he massaged each buttock in an outward motion. This had the effect of spreading apart Steve's buttocks and revealing his asshole. To a gay man that little hole is the prize, the jewel, and Dave, despite my standing right next to him, couldn't help staring at Steve's exposed butthole. I knew that vivid, enticing hole very well, having had spent much time tonguing it and probing its tight, warm, humid depths with my eager fingers and my collection of toys.





Happy Birthday, Baby



( Note to the Reader: This is the first short story I have written of this type and I am curious to know what you think of it. Comments welcomed. Enjoy! )

On this particular day you've had the misfortune to work all day. I, however, was lucky enough to have the day off.

You come home from work dead tired. The day has been terrible, you say. One of those everything-that-could-go-wrong-did-go-wrong days. I greet you at the door with my welcoming arms and soft lips. I am wearing a new flowing flower-printed sundress with buttons travelling down the front. My chestnut tresses are loosely clipped atop my head, smelling of my fragrant shampoo. My makeup is light and natural. You look me over and comment on how beautiful I look. I smile at you and blush slightly like I always do for compliments and thank you modestly. When you come more into the room, your nose is greeted by the mingling smells of peach from the candle I have burning on the coffee table and the chicken Parmesan I have cooking in the kitchen.

After giving you a thorough greeting complete with kisses, caresses and hugs, I send you off to the bathroom for a shower before dinner. I give you a suggestive pat on the butt as you head off. You turn to look at me, ready to admonish me, but my sweet, playful grin and the twinkle in my eye of things to come make you laugh instead.

I leave you uninterrupted to your shower but I can hear you singing which leads me to believe I have improved your mood. After your shower you absent-mindedly reach for your robe which you hung up behind the bathroom door as usual. But instead of your old ratty terry robe, you feel soft silk beneath your fingers. A new navy blue silk robe is hanging on the hook; your old robe is nowhere in sight. You grin like a little kid as you slip your arms into the sleeves of the silky fabric. The silk hangs gently on your broad shoulders. You belt the sash and can't resist looking in the mirror to notice how wonderfully it fits.

You come find me in the kitchen where I am stirring some vegetables on the stove. You wrap your arms around me and murmur, "Thank you for the robe, sweetie." I can feel your warm breath on my neck and then I feel your lips kiss that sensitive spot beneath my ear were my jaw ends. Electrons travel throughout my body at your touch. I smile as the excitement makes my stomach flip.

"You are most welcome," I say in a soft voice.

"Dinner isn't quite ready yet, " I continue. "Would you like a drink while you wait?"

You agree that a relaxing drink would be the perfect way to unwind before dinner after a hectic day. I send you into the living room telling you I'll bring your drink.

You settle yourself on the comfy couch, and contemplate turning on the tv, but before you can reach for the remote, the stereo comes on and soft, soulful music fills the room. Something romantic and instrumental, classical. You wonder how the stereo has magically turned on when I come gliding around the corner with your drink in one hand and the remote for the stereo in the other.

"Aha!" you remark. "You've thought of everything, haven't you?"

I give you that Mona Lisa smile and the twinkle in my eyes has turned to a distinct spark. I walk behind the sofa, setting your drink on the end table beside you. "You, my darling," I whisper in your ear, placing my hands on your shoulders, "haven't seen ANYTHING yet!" I begin massaging your shoulders, kneading your work weary muscles with my fingertips.

You lean back and close your eyes with a sigh. My fingers continue to massage your shoulders and your neck, gradually moving upwards to caress your face and massage your temples. You feel like you are in heaven. Sensual tunes mingle with the sweet, loving words I whisper in your ear. The drink I made has relaxed you and you can smell the delicious scents of dinner.

I hear the oven timer start to ding and so I leave you to your music and drink, with one last kiss atop your head.

You hear me moving about in the kitchen and holler an offer of assistance. I saunter into the dining room off of the kitchen and reply, "I think I have everything under control, sweetheart. The only thing I'd like you to do is come sit at the table. Dinner is served." I say royally, but with a grin.

You laugh. "Should I get dressed?" you wonder. I look at you with a sly grin and that suggestive spark in my eye.

"Well, if you WANT to, I suppose you should. But I don't really see the need...." I trail off. You can't help but chuckle. What a sly sweetheart I am!

When you sit at the table your eyes scan across the table: fresh flowers, two candles brightly flickering, a bottle of chilled wine, a leafy salad, a basket of soft rolls, the fragrant chicken, aside fettuccini noodles with sauce, and steamed vegetables. "Mmmmn," you murmur appreciatively. "Everything looks delicious, hon."

I look at you with that spark in my eye, burning just a bit more brightly. "Oh, I agree! Everything looks quite tasty!"

You look at me, knowing darn well that I wasn't talking about the meal I had prepared. Yet I have the "picture of innocence" look on my face: my eyes shining and my lips curved in a sweet smile.

Dinner passes in amiable conversation and great food. "Would you like dessert now darling? Or would you rather wait until later?" I ask. The look in my eye tells you that there is really only one correct answer here.

"Hmmmn, I do believe I am quite full now. Perhaps we could have dessert later?"

"My sentiments exactly." I agree. "I feel like I need to do something to work off this meal... something recreational."

You look at me with your eyebrows raised. I have a demure smile on my face. "Don't you think that is a good idea?"

You nod slowly. "Oh yes. I think that is an excellent idea. What do you have in mind? I assume you have something on your mind," you say.

I smile at you and look you directly in the eye. "Oh, I'm sure I can think of something." I get up and begin putting the dinner dishes away into the kitchen. You get up and help me clear the table.

It is miraculous that we get all the leftovers put away and the dishes loaded into the dishwasher at all, since it would appear our "recreational activities" have commenced and we play tag in the kitchen. (You know SEXUAL tag where only the BEST body parts count.) After the dining room and the kitchen are cleaned up and the dishwasher is set whirring, our playful activities continue into the living room. And now that the work is done, our play gets all the more playful. That sash on your robe has become my goal to grasp and untie. You must be on the defensive to protect the sash and your modesty.

"I guess you should have changed." I giggle, making a dart for the sash with my hands.

"Oh!" you retaliate. "I am dressed just fine." You clutch the knot at your waist. "It is YOU who needs to change!" At that you begin undoing the buttons which are running down the front of my dress.

You manage to undo three buttons at the bodice before I take notice and run away with a squeal. The buttons you have managed to release have left a gaping, peeking hole at the sheer, lacy, beige bra I have on beneath.

You are curious. "Hey, I haven't seen that bra before."

I grin slyly. "And you're not going to see it either," I taunt, purposefully antagonizing you.

Your reaction is exactly what I had anticipated and you move towards me, the look of desire in your eyes. I step backwards for every step you advance. Finally you make a lunge for me. I anticipated this move, but my limbs are shorter than yours, so I do not make my escape. You have caught hold of the bottom hem of my dress. I am afraid to move away for fear of ripping the fabric. I have a trapped look on my face, yet my eyes still have that smoldering quality.

You tug on my dress, making me come closer to you. You have a wide grin. I pretend to pout, but the corners of my mouth keep turning up, regardless how hard I try to prevent them. I cross my arms over my chest, thinking I might be caught but I refuse to give in. Undaunted, you start undoing the buttons at the bottom of the dress, working your way up. I let you, knowing you're not in for the reward you think you are going to get. You were expecting to find my soft legs underneath, and eventually my panties, no doubt. But you soon discover that rather than my lightly tanned skin greeting you, more pale beige fabric appears. "What is this?" you inquire. I shrug. You continue undoing buttons, and part my dress to further examine what I am wearing beneath it. The same creamy beige fabric that you glimpsed at my breasts has flowed down my body it would appear. The bottom is edged with lace. "Hmmmn, you're full of tricks today, aren't you?" I grin. You move my folded arms away from my breasts. I offer no resistance now. You undo the remaining buttons and move the dress off my shoulders. It falls softly to the floor but you don't even notice. You are much too occupied looking at me. I look at you. Despite my relative state of dishabille, I am not feeling at all nervous or shy. The look in your eyes makes me feel beautiful and desirable.

You cannot take your eyes off the slip dress I am wearing. The length is about to my knees, flowing loosely. I almost wish for a breeze to make the fabric sway. Travelling your eyes upwards you notice how the flowing garment hangs beautifully, not too clingy, but with just enough shape. The only fitted area is the bodice, which fits snugly over my breasts, which threaten to burst out of the scalloped lace at the top of the bra. Spaghetti straps hold the garment in place, leaving my neck ornamented by a thin silver chain with a dewdrop amethyst pendant, ready to drip into my cleavage. You murmur appreciatively. "You are beautiful," you say softly.

"I was hoping you would like it," I reply equally as softly. You pull me closer and kiss me gently on the lips, your arms wrapping around me. I reach to clasp my fingers around your neck, melting into your embrace, and being mesmerized by your lips. You kiss along my neck and down my soft white throat, making me shiver. My breasts you cannot resist capturing in your hands, caressing the exposed skin with your thumbs. I make a soft mewling sound in my throat. You move me back against the couch, lying me against the cushions.

You run your hands along the sheer, silky fabric, making it shimmy upwards, over my thighs. I am surprisingly comfortable and I watch your activities curiously. You run your hands along my smooth thighs now. I shiver involuntarily from your touch. Your exploring fingers begin voyaging upward, in search of hidden treasures. I feel myself getting excited from anticipation. I wonder what you are feeling. You gently encourage my thighs to part. My body, the way it is feeling, would obey your every command. Your warm hands caress my inner thighs. I moan softly. You now move my slip higher, exposing my panties. The panties are also like nothing I have ever worn before. The sides are that beige fabric you are becoming to know so well. And then, right at the front is that lace, so sheer that you can clearly see the brown curls beneath. You gasp out loud and I can't prevent a small giggle.

"Wha-I... S... I...." you stammer. I giggle again at your speechlessness.

"Just one last little surprise." I say. You groan.

"I'll say a surprise! Since when do you wear things like this?"

I shrug. "Since now, I suppose." I smile at you. You roll your eyes at me. I laugh.

"Always full of surprises, aren't you? What am I going to do with you?" you wonder. I shrug and grin at you. You pinch my inner thighs playfully and I squeal. Then your thumb casually rubs across the lace of my panties. I twitch. You smile. You like seeing me squirm.

You can't resist any longer and move your face to kiss my inner thighs, your thumb still caressing. Then your mouth travels upwards, towards that alluring, revealing lace. I quiver in anticipation. The closer you get, the more you can smell my clean, musky, feminine scent. Your tongue tentatively laps at the lace. I moan and arch up towards you in pleasurable agony. You look up at my face.

"You like that?" you ask with a cocky grin. I know that you know that you're driving me wild! I writhe again in reply and mumble something unintelligible.

You resume your attentions and nuzzle your tongue against the lace of my panties. I moan again, loving this beyond description. I am sure that this lace has become drenched with my wetness by now, seeping through to your lips. You slip your fingers beneath the lace and gently encourage it away, wanting to submerge yourself deeper, to explore further. My lacy panties are quickly removed to drop ignored to the living room floor for the remainder of the evening.

Then, without delay, your tongue dips between my womanly lips, lightly exploring. You find my "love button" and your tongue circles it, teasing it, then lightly flicking over it, your lips sucking it causing it to perk up like a delicate spring flower bud seeking the sun.

Meanwhile I writhe and moan and twitch and whimper at your considerate and thorough attention. I can feel my stomach muscles tensing, orgasm on the horizon. My whines become more plaintive and higher in pitch and you know the effect you are having on me. You alternate sucking on my clitoris with giving it soft blows. My muscles all tense and I become quite still, only my fingers clenching. My head is thrown back against the back of the couch. You flutter your tongue over my clit as your lips gently suck. And when you slip your fingers deep into my womanhood, I am pushed over the edge to my orgasm. I am entirely silent as my body stiffens and spasms before you. You gently move your fingers in and out of me, feeling my womanhood grasping them. Eventually my erratic breathing calms and my shudders subside. You lightly kiss my inner thighs. I weakly manage to lift my head to look at you, a blissful and completed look on my face. My chest and throat are covered with a pink blush. You grin at me without a word.

You slide up to kiss my lips before departing to the washroom to clean your face.

Then, when I have returned from cleaning myself up, I find you sitting on the couch, a fresh drink in your hand.

"I took the liberty of making you a drink, darling." you say, motioning to another glass on the end table.

I smile and take a sip. Then I look at you and grin suspiciously.

You look at me. "What is THAT look for?" I raise my eyebrows suggestively at you.

"Oh, nothing." I reply casually. For some reason you remain doubtful.

I kneel before you and look up at you sweetly, smiling. You caress my cheek with your fingertip and then reach to release the clip from my hair. My chestnut brown hair softly falls from its confinement like a waterfall. I toss my head about a bit until it settles like a whisper over my shoulders. You can't resist touching a lock of it, which is dangling near my cleavage.

My hand, meanwhile, starts lightly caressing the top of your foot. Then it travels upwards along your inner calf up to your kneecap where I tickle you lightly. You fidget. I smirk.

I take another sip of my drink and then my moist, cold lips follow the course of my hand, making a trail of light, cool kisses against your hot skin. You make the odd appreciative murmur.

My hand now starts slipping upward even more, while the other finally undoes the sash to your robe. You look at me and raise an eyebrow. I smile innocently yet we both know where this is headed.

As I move my hand up your thigh, I remark to you how much hotter the skin seems to be getting. You try to shrug indifferently.

I take another sip of my drink and once again my chilled, wet lips kiss your skin, cooling it.

My hands and lips have avoided all contact with your manhood and my fingers and lips and tongue tease and tickle all around your shaft, which by now is throbbing and standing upright. The only contact to your manhood comes from my hair as it dangles down, tickling it.

I take another sip of my drink. And only now do I make contact with your shaft. My cool, wet hands (from the moisture on the glass) grasp firmly around the base of your shaft, squeezing. My lips cover the head in one smooth motion. You gasp at the sensations.

You, until this moment, had not realized that I had one of the ice cubes from my drink in my mouth. And now you are further aroused by the extreme contrast my hot mouth and the cold ice provide. I move my tongue around, tickling your head, the ice flowing from one side of my mouth to the other.

I remove my lips from your manhood and blow lightly against its wetness.

Shivers run down your spine. Now my lips tease along the side of your shaft, the ice held by my tongue rubs your skin. You moan. After travelling the length of your shaft and back up the other side, the ice has almost melted entirely, so I overlap your head again and begin sucking you in earnest. My tongue massages the ridge beneath your head and around to the right side, which you love. My hands stroke your shaft with just perfect amount of pressure. You feel your release building powerfully and know that you can not hold back much longer. With a few more strokes of my hand and movement from my hot tickling tongue, you are sent over the edge and climax forcefully into my mouth.

Once you have finished your climax you look at me for a moment, just staring. I blush as your scrutiny embarrasses me.

"What?" I finally implore. You smile at me and reach down to hug me, hauling me up off the floor and into your lap, lips meeting lips.

"I love you! Do you know that?" you say.

I smile at you. "Yes, I know. And I love you too." I snuggle in your lap with my head against your shoulder. My fingers draw on your chest. You kiss my forehead and I get quivery all over.

We sit together like that, cuddled in each other's arms, lightly caressing each other. I reach behind me and grab the TV remote, putting on something mindless and funny so that we can just relax. A few hours later I wake, having fallen asleep in your arms. Looking over at you I notice that you too have drifted off, your head against the back of the couch, your eyes closed. I look my fill of you and smile at how adorable you look sleeping, your breathing slow and even. I lean over to plant a feather-light kiss on your lips. You don't even stir.

The TV is still on so I watch it idly. Meanwhile I begin caressing you lightly on your arms, a light ticklish caress. My hand then moves to your chest and my fingernails tickle your skin gently. You still remain sleeping but now you have begun to twitch slightly.

I grin and try to imagine what you are dreaming about. My hands trail lower and run along your upper and inner thighs. Then I blow gently on your neck and lick your ear. You snooze on, only occasionally murmuring and moving. I giggle silently. I decide it is time for the heavy artillery.... My hands move to stroke your limp manhood gently. It doesn't respond but I am persistent, lightly stroking your shaft and fondling your balls.

Eventually my persistence pays off as the shaft swells slightly and becomes more firm. I continue stroking, now applying more pressure. You stir in your sleep and mumble, shifting so I have better access to your manhood. I wrap my fingers around the shaft and cover the head with my thumb, massaging it in leisurely circles.

I know the precise instant you wake because your manhood abruptly stiffens in that moment as well. With the sudden pressure I feel stretching my hand and the increased hardness I feel, I turn to look at you. Your eyes are open and you smirk at me. "Hello there," you say.

"Hello THERE!" I reply with a mischievous grin. You chuckle.

"It's entirely your fault!" you protest.

"Oh, I know. And you know me well enough to know that I'll take care of it for you." I say with a squeeze for emphasis.




Happy Birthday, Baby



"Ha ha! So I'm discovering!"

I get up from the couch and pull you up by your hands, leading you to the bedroom. You follow me complacently, your manhood leading your way.

Once in the bedroom I slip your new robe off your shoulders and push you backward toward the bed. You lie back and watch me.

I begin the leisurely and sensual task of removing my lingerie. I slowly shimmy the beige fabric up my thighs. You are transfixed as my brown haired womanhood appears. I continue to move the beige slip dress upwards and eventually over my head. I see you lick your lips as my soft, white, large breasts come into your view.

Walking to the bed in my naked glory, I caress my breasts, pushing them together, my nipples staring back at you.

I straddle you on the bed, facing you. I look into your eyes. You reach out your hands to fondle my globes, your thumb flicking across my sensitive nipples. I moan softly. You bend forward, seeking my nipples with your lips. I lean towards you cooperatively. I let out a sigh when your lips cover my left nipple and your tongue flicks across it. Then you provide the same attention to my right breast, massaging the left one with your hand.

I rock above you, your manhood between my thighs trying to work itself between the slit of my womanhood. I reach down and wrap my hand around your shaft, stroking it. Then I move it between my womanly lips, running the head along the entire slit and back, stimulating the both of us. I let your manhood remain between my lips, the head against my clit. I murmur softly about how much I love the way you feel between my thighs, which excites you more. I rock against you, your shaft sliding along my slit and stimulating my special spot. Finally I can bear no more of this sweet torture.

"I want to feel you deep inside me!" I say breathily. I raise my hips only enough to position you at the entrance to my moist, hot womanhood. I sink over you with an elongated moan, your manhood disappearing into me. Your moan accompanies mine as you relish in the feeling of my tight, hot, damp tunnel. I remain motionless for a moment, savoring the feel of you inside me. My muscles clenching periodically. Finally I begin to move, slowly, my pelvis rocking and your manhood is exposed to the air. I slip back down over you, inch by inch. The mood between us is relaxed and unhurried. We are both content to take our time with our lovemaking. You still fondle and suck at my breasts and I run my fingernails along your chest, teasing your nipples playfully. I rock against you slowly but deeply, wanting to elicit every possible iota of pleasure from your manhood. I begin to move a bit faster now, rubbing my clit against you with every downward stroke. You caress my thighs now, encouraging me. And you arch up, meeting my movements with your own. I can feel it, my orgasm. My stomach muscles begin to clench and I squirm over you. You fondle my breasts and look at my face. My eyes are closed and my face is contorted in pleasure. I whine within my throat and with one last downstroke, my orgasm courses through me with a quiver. I cry out and grip your shoulders with my hands. You hold my thighs with your hands and you can feel the muscles convulsing beneath your palms. My clenching and releasing pelvic muscles, meanwhile, are milking your manhood. It turns you on so much more to witness my explosive release. I collapse against your chest, the last electric shocks of pleasure coursing through me. I nuzzle and kiss your neck and you stroke my back and kiss my hair.

Then you roll us over so that my back is against the bed. It is your turn now. I look up at you from orgasm-drooped eyelids. You part my thighs and enter my womanhood with one determined stroke. All thoughts of slow, gentle lovemaking have disappeared and you pound into me with all your force. My vaginal muscles clench your shaft as it enters and exits. My legs have wrapped around your back. I arch my back and my breasts point naughtily up at you. You take one nipple in your mouth and nibble and suckle it teasingly. I wail like a kitten. You pound into me with a few more powerful thrusts and I can tell you are close to your climax. Your breathing is faster and you are making little grunts with each in stroke. Your manhood is twitching within me and in another moment I feel the first spurts of your climax within me. That is all it takes to put me over the edge again. We climax together, our lips meeting together and our tongues dancing. Your manhood quivers and spurts inside me and my womanhood clenches and squeezes out every drop.

Finally you collapse against me with a grunt, my legs still wrapped around you. Our tongues still dancing with each other. We lie together breathing heavily, our bodies content. Eventually you roll off me to the side and I snuggle next to you.

I rest my head against your chest. We lie there contentedly for awhile until I hear your stomach mumble. This reminds me that we haven't had dessert yet. I get up and drag you with me to the kitchen, both of us naked.

I've prepared strawberry shortcake for dessert and since it has been sitting in the fridge since late this afternoon, it is chilled and the whipped cream is a bit runny. I take it out of the fridge and look at you with a silly grin on my face. I take a spoon out of the cutlery drawer. I carry the serving dish and the spoon over to the table and pull out a chair and sit down. You sit in the chair next to me. If you notice a problem with the lack of plates, you fail to mention it.

I dig the spoon into the strawberry shortcake and bring a heaping spoonful of the dessert to your lips. It reaches it's target precariously, with only a small dab of whipped cream missing your open mouth and landing on your lip. I kiss it off for you. Then I dunk the spoon in and take a bite for myself. I load the spoon up again, overflowing and again take aim for your open mouth. This time though, I'm not as careful and a blob of strawberries and whipped cream lands on your thigh. I shove the spoon into your mouth and bend to lick the blob off of your thigh. You grin at me and take the spoon, loading it up to serve to my mouth. You aren't as dexterous as I am (whether purposefully or not) and almost the whole spoonful drops between my breasts. You eagerly eat it up and refill the spoon so I can actually get some of the dessert into my mouth. We exchange the dessert this way and it seems to keep "accidentally" falling in the oddest of places. We have no recourse but to lick the mess up off of each other. We eat strawberry shortcake from each other's body until we are full of cake and strawberries and cream. I put the remaining dessert away and drop the spoon into the sink.

Now we are both sticky from strawberries and cream and sex, so we beeline for the shower together. Under the running water I wet my hair and before I can grab the shampoo you're massaging it into my wet locks. I grab the soap and begin to soap up your body, my hands running along the length of it. Once you have massaged shampoo into my hair, you take the soap from me and lather up my body. I scrub my hair a bit more, and notice how your eyes are transfixed on my bobbing breasts as my upraised arms move. I massage your scalp with shampoo. Our soapy slick bodies come together and you wrap your arms around me. My arms entwine around your slippery neck and our lips meet. You move us beneath the showerhead and I close my eyes just in time as the water runs over us and in between our fastened lips. Soapy water falls from my hair down our bodies. We move apart just enough to rinse all the soap off. Your hands travel through my hair, getting the remaining shampoo out. I smile at you, my wet lashes fluttering.

Eventually I turn behind me and shut the taps off. Yet we remain in the shower, our bodies dripping and our arms wrapped around each other. Our lips are wetly mingling.

Finally you step out of the shower and grab a towel which your wrap me into. Then you towel off your own body. We prance hand in hand back to the bedroom, still naked and get back into bed. I pull a sheet over us and we cuddle and snuggle and kiss until you fall asleep. I snuggle closer to you and listen to your even breathing. Your heartbeat lulls me to sweet slumber.



Happy Birthday Baby



I'm going to try out this story a little different and not include so much of a back-story as my other publications. I do not feel it is really needed for this short story. Please let me know what you think as I always enjoy reading comments.



It was early in the evening and the cloud were darkening the sky as a storm was beginning to make its way in. as I pulled into the driveway of my home the wind was blowing the leaves around violently. As I got the groceries out of the car and hurried up the front steps it was very difficult to keep the wind from blowing my skirt up. I failed at some points and I'm sure the nosey gentlemen across the street got a good view of my purple panties. 

As I got inside I kicked the door closed behind me and carried the groceries in to the kitchen setting them on the counter. I brushed the hair out of my eyes and turned to look at myself in the mirror hanging on the pantry door. I laughed a little at the mess the wind had caused of my hair before pulling it back into a ponytail. Then I unloaded the groceries putting everything away before starting dinner. It was my boyfriend's birthday and he was coming over for dinner. I had been planning this night for about a month and had decided to make a chicken casserole he had been asking for. I had already baked his cake earlier in the day and it was sitting on a tray covered with a glass dome. 

I got everything for the casserole together and put it in a baking dish and stuffed it in the oven before getting to work on a salad. I quickly put it together in a bowl and after stuffing it in the fridge I went up stairs to get ready. I turned on the water to fill up the tub and lit some candles around the large tub, I figured I had around 2 hours before Brian showed up so I decided to enjoy my bath. I stripped of my blouse and skirt looking at myself in the mirror in only my bra and panties. I guess I'm a little conceded as I love looking at myself and it always shocks me to look down to my crotch and see the little bulge. After a few moments of examining myself, I stripped off my bra and panties and climbed into the tub. I was happy with my decision of having electrolysis in the past as it meant I didn't have to waist time shaving and could relax in the warm water.

I was getting drowsy and began to doze off as I was startled by a loud roar of thunder and decided it was time to get out. I pulled the plug from the drain and sat on the edge of the tub grabbing my towel and drying off. I wrapped my towel around me as I got up and pulled my pony tail out letting my long blonde hair flow freely over my shoulders. It was time to get dressed as I wandered into the bedroom. 

I wandered over to the closet and pulled the shopping back out of the bottom which had been there for 2 weeks. I walked over to the bed setting down the bag and unwrapped my towel throwing it on the bed. I turned the back upside down, dumping my new lingerie onto the bed. I picked up the royal blue lace strapless bra and wrapped it around myself hooking it in front before twisting it around pulling it up to hold my c-cup breasts. Then picking up the matching garter belt I put it on and sat down on the bed pulling the new black stockings up my legs and attaching the straps. Then picked up the thong panties and stepped into them pulling them up my legs adjusting the front to make sure my crotch was smooth. I walked back to the closet and pulled out my black halter dress that came down to mid thigh and was very tight. I held it out and stepped into it working it up my slender body and attaching the collar around my neck. I put on my shiny black ankle strap pumps and looked over to the full length mirror to see the dress hugging my curves the way it was made to.

I ran downstairs to check on dinner and seeing that everything was in order I went back to my bedroom to do my makeup. As I sat down at the vanity I decided not to do it too heavy as Brian had always said he liked the natural look. I started with some foundation and then some light blue eye shadow and finished up with some pink lip gloss. I brushed out my long hair and put on a little perfume before wandering back down stairs to finish dinner.

After pulling the casserole out of the oven I went into the dining room and set the table for two. I lit the 2 tapered candles in the middle of the table and went to grab the bottle of wine out of the fridge. As I set the bottle on the table I heard Brian's car pull into the driveway. I rushed to the front door eager to welcome him in. I opened the front door as he walked up and saw that it was just beginning to rain. I jumped on him wrapping my arms around his neck telling him how happy I was to see him. He wrapped his arms tightly around me giving my ass a little squeeze making me giggle as he kissed me.

He took my hand as I led him into the dining room telling him I had made dinner. I motioned for him to sit as I poured 2 glasses of wine before returning to the kitchen for the food. As I returned he was refilling his glass and looked me over as I set the food down on the table. I sat down in the chair beside him as he told me it looked great and I had done wonderfully. I smiled at his compliment as he began shoveling food onto his plate.

We made small talk about our day as he kept glancing over at me telling me how beautiful and sexy I was, each time making me blush. When we were finished eating I began clearing the dishes from the table and he asked if I would grab him a beer, I bent over beside him kissing him saying, "Of course, anything for the birthday boy."

I grabbed him a beer out of the fridge and unscrewed the cap before giving it to him. I went back to the kitchen and returned a moment later with the cake and 2 plates. He giggled as I sang a short version of happy birthday to him and set it down in front of him. He looked t the cake and said "Wow, you went all out, didn't you?"

I smiled as I sat back in my chair and told him to cut the cake. He leaned over and kissed me saying he was lucky and happy to have a wonderful girl like me cook and bake for his birthday. He kissed me again even deeper sliding his tongue into my mouth and I teased it with mine. I pulled away smiling saying you haven't even gotten to the best part yet. This made him giggle as he cut two pieces and placed them on the plates. As he handed me mine I stuck my finger into the icing and smeared it on his cheek before licking it off. This made him laugh as he put a piece into his mouth.

He slid his arm under the table and put it on my thigh right at the hem of my dress. As he gently began rubbing the inside with his finger tips a little moan escaped my lips. We were about half done with our pieces of cake as he stood up and offered me his hand. 

As I took it he pulled me up and kissed me pressing his lips hard to mine and shoving his tongue into my mouth. He wrapped his big arms around me grabbing my ass causing me to moan out into his mouth. He reached up and unhooked the collar of my dress and pushed it down till it fell around my ankles as he continued kissing me. He kissed and nibbled down my neck as his hands ran over my body one finding my ass the other finding my breast. 

I pushed him back against the table and reached down undoing his belt and slacks. I reached into the hole in the front of his boxers to find his 8" cock already beginning to grow. I pulled it out through the hole as I slid to my knees in front of him on the floor. I looked up into his eyes as I took it into my mouth and began swirling my tongue around the head. He let out a little grunt as it reached full size. I wrapped my hand around the base and began gently stroking as I continued to work on the head. He moaned out that he wanted to fuck me as I pushed my mouth down on his cock taking him down my throat.

I pulled my mouth back letting him slide out of my mouth as he grabbed my hand pulling me up. He kissed me again as he refastened his belt so he wouldn't lose his pants. He reached around me grabbing my ass with both hands and picking me up. Instinctively I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He carried me out of the dining room and up stairs to the bedroom as he kissed and nibbled my neck some more. He laid me on my back on the big 4 post bed and climbed on top of me. I began pulling at the buttons of his shirt as he resumed kissing me deeply. I pulled his shirt off him as he kicked his shoes off then I reached down to undo his belt again. He took his pats off as I grabbed on his muscular back and kissed all over his neck. 

I dug my fingers into his back as he grabbed the waistband of my panties and started to pull them down. I pushed my feet into the mattress lifting my butt up to help him and within moments my panties were gone as he slid his body back against mine. I moaned as I felt the head of his cock touch my hole. I reached over and grabbed the lube off the nightstand and squirting it onto his cock, as I stroked him getting it good and slick. He then moved his cock back to my hole and slowly started pushing it inside me as he muffled my moan with his mouth.

As I felt his balls push up against me I wrapped my legs around his waist holding him deep inside me and trying to pull him further. He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head with one hand. Looking into my eyes he pulled out until just the head was inside and I begged him to push it back in. I cried out as he thrust it all the way back inside my tight ass. He smiled obviously liking the affect this had and did it again. This time I as he was deep inside me I spread my legs wider giving him better access as he continued his assault picking up speed.

As he continued pounding me he leaned down kissing me as he continued holding my wrists and with his free hand he found my breasts and roughly groped them. He finally released my wrists as he rolled me over onto my side sliding one leg between his knees and pushing the other up to my chest, never letting his cock leave my hole. He began pounding me harder making me cry out in pure pleasure. I slid my hand down between my legs wrapping it around my clit I began stroking at the same pace he was fucking me. I moaned loudly as I began pushing my ass back on his cock meeting each thrust. 

We were both sweating and breathing heavily as he decided to turn me again this time onto my hands and knees. He pushed the back of my head down so my ass was in the air as he moved into a squatting position with both feet flat on the bed. He grabbed my hips hard and grunted as he continued his assault on my little hole. I reached down and began playing with myself again at the same pace he was fucking me. It wasn't long before I was right on the edge of a massive orgasm I grabbed the towel on the bed beside me. I cried out and arched my back as I exploded while my lover was still deep inside me. 

He thrust inside me a few more times before he pulled out and laid on the bed beside me. I climbed on top of him and kissed him sliding my tongue into his mouth as I reached between my legs and guided his cock back to my ass. He grabbed my hips as I started sliding myself up and down on his shaft. He looked at me and asked me if I would swallow his cum I moaned out yes as I slammed myself back down on him. I rode him until I felt his body begin to tense up and saw the look on his face and knew he was about to blow. I jumped off onto my knees between his legs and wrapped my lips around his cock. 

I didn't have to work to hard on his cock and as I got about half of his cock in my mouth he reached down and grabbed my head as he exploded. I swallowed every drop of his cum as he held my mouth down on his cock. As he released my head I continued licking and sucking at his cock cleaning him off. When he caught his breath he pulled me up to lay beside him with my head on his chest and his arms wrapped around me. He kissed the top of my head and said, "Thank you for a great birthday baby. I couldn't have asked for more."

I told him he was very welcome and it was my pleasure. I heard the rain hitting the window outside as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep in his arms.



Happy Birthday Baby



For those who know me from my stories, you know that I love sex. You also know that I'm a plump, voluptuous, red headed, mature woman. And you know that I like relating my sexual experiences. I certainly hope you enjoy reading about them.

This one takes place a few years ago when I wasn't so mature or so plump. I was seeing a wonderful man who was all that I could desire. He was good looking, great body, good conversationalist, and a great fuck. I did love to please him. 

It was his birthday, and I had something special planned for him. We met in a local motel. I got there before he did so I could dress for the occasion. My friend loved lingerie and I wasn't going to disappoint him.

He knocked on the door, and I met him dressed in a way I knew he would appreciate. I was attired in a black leather lace up bustier with red ribbons, black leather g string, black thigh high stockings with a seam up the back and red stiletto fuck me heels. He moaned appropriately when I opened the door. 

I greeted him by molding myself to him and giving him a deep, warm kiss. I then took his hand and led him into the room, sitting him on the edge of the king sized bed, where I started undressing him. First his suit jacket, (I love a man in a suit, turns me on to the max.) then his tie. I kissed his throat and began undoing the buttons on his shirt, kissing his chest where ever a button was undone. 

Moving my lips and tongue down his chest I remove his shirt. Then I start working on his belt. Unbuckling his belt and opening his suit pants I see that he is commando as usual. I remove his pants and he is totally naked with a hardening cock. (Just the way I like my men.) 

I'm on my knees between his legs, just the right place to do one of my favorite things. (Like the other things you all know about me, you should know this one.) Sucking cock! And, I am damn good at it.

Taking his hardening cock in my hands, I plant my lips on the tip. Then his cock slides deep in my mouth. My tongue laps at the underside of his cock, then moves it's way around his cock. His hands are holding my head and he's moaning. 

Just then there's a knock on the door. He looks at me with a what the fuck look in his eyes. I rise from my knees and go to the door. Opening the door, I look at my friend. (I know what's at the door, of course he doesn't.) I want to see his face when the door is opened. I open the door and on the other side is.........

A blonde woman standing in the doorway. (He's never met her, but she's a good friend of mine.) "Happy Birthday baby" I say. She comes into the room and takes off her coat. Under her coat she's dressed like me, and she's built nearly like me. Double trouble tonight.  I say "Lay back baby and enjoy." 

With a blonde on one side and a red head on the other, my friend has a look of elation on his face. My female friend (From this point, I'm going to call her FF.) and I start kissing on my friend. His face, lips, ears, neck we cover in kisses. Then, we start to move our way down his body. 

Stopping at his chest, we concentrate on his nipples. Licking, nipping, sucking and tasting. Then our tongues and lips move down his abdomen to his stiff cock which is standing straight up. Each of us licking on his cock, up, down and around. Of course, while we're tonguing his cock, our tongues meet and we catch a few tastes of each other. 

Being generous, I let her take his cock in her mouth while I concentrate on his balls and ass. She does give a blow job almost as good as I do. While her mouth and tongue are moving on his cock I begin to lick and suck on his balls. I take them in my mouth and suck while my tongue roves over them. 

Birthday Boy (from now he'll be called BB) is moaning and breathing heavily. I do think he's going to cum soon. To quicken that, I wet my index finger and slide it toward his ass. Reaching his sphincter, I start to apply pressure, and run my finger around it. Then, I push my finger into his ass and start to fuck his ass with my finger. After a bit of this, he groans loudly, and begins to shoot out hot cum. She raises her head off his cock to let his cum shoot over us. 

Thick white liquid spurts from his cock and lands on our faces and breasts. I don't think that BB has ever had that amount of cum before with me. He leans back against the headboard and takes a moment to relax. It's time for me to start the second part of his present. 

I reach to FF and wipe some of his cum from her face, and lick my fingers. I say to BB,"you always taste so good, you know I can't waste good cum."  I lean toward her and lick some cum off her lips. Then I embark on giving her a deep kiss to share the cum.

With that long sensuous kiss, her hands reach to me and begins to caress my 40DD breasts. She pulls away from our kiss and bends her head to lick the cum from my ample breasts, then moves to take my nipple into her mouth. (Although we had not been together before, we had talked about what we like done to us.) She starts to suck and bite on my nipple while she's pinching the other one between her fingers. 

My hands are holding her head and I'm pushing her mouth harder on my tits. She pulls at my nipple with her teeth and gropes hard at my other breast. (She knows that I like to feel some pain with my pleasure.) Mean while, BB is stretched out against the head board nearly drooling watching us start to ravage each other almost in his lap.

FF lifts her head from my breast and returns to my face. She licks the cum from my cheek and nose, then kisses me to share. With our tongues wrestling, our hands begin to explore each others body. Touching shoulders, breasts, inner thighs, our hands intimately learn the secrets of each other. 

She's tasted my breasts, so it's my turn to savor her assets. I rub a nipple between two fingers. It's already hard and long. I gently tug her nipple. (She doesn't like it as hard as I do.) Then flick my tongue around it. (I have very small petite nipples while hers are longer and thicker.) I begin to suck and nip at her nipple while my fingers are probing her other one. BB is intently watching our every move. 

So far FF tastes very good. (I've licked all of the cum from her face and chest.) I know what BB wants to see, so I start moving my way down her abdomen toward her pussy. Her pussy is freshly shaved. (We decided to both totally shave as a gift to BB.) I extend my tongue to lick at her clit. (Her clit, like her nipples is larger than mine. While mine is smaller and more hidden, hers is larger and not as recessed.) 

Sucking on her clit, I then begin to nibble on it. While my mouth is concentrating on her clit, my fingers move to her pussy lips. Probing and opening them to reach the mouth of her pussy. I find it, and slide a finger into her pussy. My fingers delve into her cunt to search for the elusive G spot. 

She raises her hips to give me better access to her pussy. BB has noticed this and hands a pillow to put under her ass. While he's doing this, I see that he's starting to rise to the occasion. His cock looks bigger than I've ever seen it.

He rouses from his lounging position and moves behind me. He grabs my hips and plunges his cock into my dripping pussy. I moan and would be saying "OOOHHH baby that feels so good," but my mouth is busy. (And, you should remember that I believe it's rude to talk with your mouth full.)

My fingers are still exploring her juicy pussy, when I decide to change tactics.  I shift my mouth from her clit to the opening of her pussy, and change my finger position to her clit. Rolling my tongue into a V, (Some people can do that, some can't. I happen to be one who can.) I push my tongue into her slit. My fingers manipulating her clit. But I'm beginning to have a problem. 

BB is pounding his cock into my tight cunt and tingling feelings are starting to spring from my pussy. I have a difficult time concentrating when I'm receiving such pleasure. There is one advantage to his intense strokes, he is pushing my head deeper and harder onto her pussy. I change tactics again and concentrate my mouth on her clit and my fingers in her pussy. 

I curve my index and middle fingers in her cunt and get a response of "OH yes, that's the right spot, don't stop." I'm sucking, licking and biting on her clit and amp up the speed and pressure of my fingers. My pussy is quivering from the hammering of BB's cock, and I can feel FF's cunt quivering too. 

I believe she is experiencing nearly the same things I am.  I have a pleasurable pulsation in my pussy that is radiating out toward the rest of my body. My thighs and belly are quivering. I can feel his cock throb in me, and my vaginal muscles are clenching tight on his cock. 

FF bucks her hips against my mouth and fingers. "Yes, that's good, don't stop" she yells. And, I'm thinking the same thing. (Remember my mouth is full and busy.) BB ramps his efforts of filling my pussy. 

She pushes hard against my mouth and fingers and I can feel my fingers being bathed with her juices. "OH, I'm cumming, that feels soooooooooooooo good." That pleasurable sensation has disseminated through out my body. It's an electric sensation.  

BB's cock is palpating in my pussy. (He tells me he can tell when I have an orgasm because my pussy squeezes his cum out of his cock.) I know he's cumming in me. The feeling of his cum exploding into my pussy intensifies my orgasm. The feeling of contentment and bliss permeates my entire body. I can finally speak. "OH baby that was so awesome."

He pulls his cock from my oozing pussy, and our combined cum drips out. I turn to lick the cum from his cock.  FF heads to my still dribbling pussy. She has the same view about cum that I have. Never waste good cum. She laps at my cunt getting her fill of our sweet tangy cum. 

Fully sated for the moment, we all lay back on the bed with BB in the middle. (It is his birthday, remember?) It's time for a drink and a smoke to rest up for the remainder of the evening. 



Happy Birthday Baby Brother



You might want to read the first part, "The Seduction" before you read this story, so you will know what has been happening. Thanks to everyone for their feedback on my other stories. I enjoy hearing from you!

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My brother Alan and I had been fucking for several weeks now. We planned our lives so that we could get together as often as we could. Once I had experienced fucking with him, I simply couldn't get enough. Lucky for me, my husband was spending a lot of time out of town on business. 

Alan and I experimented with many different positions and we fucked in every room in both, my house and his. Although, we enjoyed fucking in every position we tried, I think, our favorite was with me on top. Alan enjoyed playing with my big titties while we fucked. He loved the way they bounced as I rode him. I simply loved riding his big cock. 

One evening, after a very nice fuck, we were lying together talking and the subject of our younger brother Robbie came up. 

"Sis, have you ever thought about fucking Robbie?" Alan asked me.

I rolled over so I could see him better. "Yeah, I think about it. I think it would be great to be able to fuck both of you." I told him. "Do you think Robbie would want to fuck me, too?" I asked.

"Actually, I think he would." Alan said. "We might have to get him used to the idea, but I think he would enjoy it very much. I have some ideas that I can use to see what he thinks about it. If I think he is receptive to the idea I will let you know and we will work out a time and place."

"Sounds good to me." I told Alan as I cuddled closer to him.

A few weeks passed before Alan called me with any news about Robbie. He told me he had been sending him links to some good incest stories on the web. Alan told me that after talking with Robbie he felt we could go through with including him on our fuck sessions. 

Since Robbie's birthday was only a couple of weeks away, we decided to make that our goal. To give him a great birthday surprise. Alan borrowed a cabin in the mountains from a good friend for a couple of weeks, and invited Robbie and I to come stay with him for a few days. I went up a day before Robbie, so Alan and I could spend some quality fuck time with just the two of us, and to get things planned out. 

We went through several scenarios before we finally decided on the way we wanted to give Robbie his birthday present.

Alan and I had spent the night fucking and woke anticipating the day. We knew that it was going to be an awesome day. After all, it was Robbie's birthday!

Alan left later in the morning to pick Robbie up at the airport and drive him to the cabin. I began preparing myself to be a birthday surprise. 

After a long bath and a glass of wine, I had become very relaxed and horny. I decided against fingering myself, since I wanted to save it for Robbie. I looked at the clock; "They should be here soon." I thought. I turned on some music, lit some birthday candles around the room and made sure the bed looked nice. 

I went to the other side of the room and stood in front of the mirrored panels on the wall. Removing my robe, I stood looking at my plump body, my big titties, big ass and furry pussy. Alan loved caressing my body, I hope Robbie enjoys BBW's too. I loved the way the mirrored panels reflected the action on the bed. Clearly this had been designed with sex in mind!

I heard a car in the driveway. I looked out the window and saw that it was Alan's car. Stepping back toward the bed, I began doing as Alan had instructed me. Laying my robe across a chair, I got on the bed, naked, and arranged myself in an erotic position. I was lying a little on my side, propped up on some pillows. I heard the door open and I could hear them talking. My pussy was getting so wet just thinking about what was about to happen!

I heard the knob on the bedroom door turn then I saw Alan as the door opened. He looked at me with a big smile on his face. I knew he liked what he saw. He came on into the room, leading Robbie, who had a blindfold on. Robbie was kind of floundering about. Alan led him almost to the bed. 

"Robbie, before I take the blindfold off, I just wanted to let you know that Sis and I wanted you to have the best birthday ever, so we are giving you the best birthday present you could ever have." Alan told him. "There is just one rule we have for you."

"And what might that be dear brother" Robbie replied. "You are beginning to get me a little worried". 

"The rule is: you have to promise to try what we give you." Alan said. "Can you do that, little brother?" Alan asked.

"Well, you know me, I will try about anything once," Robbie said. "Sure, I'll agree to that."

"O.K. baby brother, here you go!" Alan said as he reached up and undid Robbie's blindfold. "Happy Birthday to you!"

I heard a sharp intake of breath as Robbie's eyes looked upon me, his naked sister lying on the bed offering herself to him. 

"Wha-wha-what are you all doing? Robbie stammered. Sis, you are naked! What's going on here"

I looked at Robbie, a sexy pout on my face, my hands rubbing my tits,

"Happy Birthday Robbie." I said. "What do you think about your birthday present? Do you want to cum play with it? I asked him as I began rubbing my pussy with one hand. 

"You are my birthday present, Sis?" He asked still astonished. "To have sex with?"

"We can't do that, that's incest! Robbie protested. "It's not right"

Alan had moved over to the bed and sat down on the other side. He moved close to me and began rubbing my arms. 

"Robbie, you promised to try what we are giving you." Alan reminded him. Alan proceeded caressing me, his hand rubbing my big tit. "I promise you won't be disappointed, little brother. Our sissy has a great pussy." Alan told him. 

Then it seemed as if Robbie finally understood. He looked at Alan, and me so comfortable together, "So how long have you two been fucking," he asked us. 

"For a few months now," Alan replied. "It has been the best fucking I have ever had, Robbie. For Sis too, and we thought we would like to share this with you."

"Robbie, why don't you and Alan go ahead and take your clothes off, and let's all just be naked together for awhile." I suggested. "Then if you decide you don't want no part of this that will be fine, just don't ruin it for Alan and I. Fucking with Alan is the best sex I have ever had and I don't plan on giving it up." I told him.

I could tell that he was torn about what to do. He was getting aroused; there was no doubt. I knew that if I could just get him naked and on the bed, he wouldn't want to stop. 

Alan had started removing his clothes and was soon naked. I saw the silent battle in Robbie's eyes as he looked at me, his sister, naked and offering herself to him. His gaze took in my big titties then traveled down to my pussy. It is covered with a neatly trimmed patch of dark fur. I spread my legs just a little, so he could see my pussy lips open for him. As his gaze took this in, he started unbuttoning his shirt. I felt a little bit of triumph, especially as he took off his pants and underwear, then stood in front of me naked. It had been many years since I had seen my baby brother naked. 

His cock was now about 7 inches long, not quite as thick as Alan's but a nice one all the same. 

I sat up on the bed and leaned toward him. I reached out and took his erect cock in my hand. I felt a shiver run through him. 

"Oh! Robbie, your cock is beautiful! I whispered to him. Slowly I started rubbing it, stroking it from the tip to his balls. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and started pumping it.

"Sis, Oh oh, oh, Sis it feels good." Robbie murmured. We can't do this though. It's wrong. This is incest!" Robbie protested to me. I kept stroking his cock. He had his hands on my shoulders now. I looked up into his face. He was looking down at me, watching me pump his cock. 

Robbie," I said. "I have already fought that battle when Alan and I started fucking. He fought it too. We both realize that to some people this would be wrong. But we are adults. I am almost 40 and you two are in your 30's. We should know what we want from sex and whom we want to have sex with. I know that I want to fuck you and Alan. Go with your feelings, Robbie." I encouraged him. 

I leaned over and put my lips on his dick, kissing it's throbbing head, licking the tip with my tongue. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft feeling it harden. I heard a sharp intake of breath from Robbie as I began slowly sucking it into my mouth. Inch by inch I devoured his big cock, sucking it hard. He had his hands on the back of my head, holding me to his crotch. I knew he wouldn't turn away now. 

"Oh, sissy, you're sucking my dick" Robbie moaned. "You've got my dick in your mouth sissy!" "It feels so good sissy. Yes! Yes! Sissy suck your baby brother's dick, suck it hard!" He cried out. 

I did just that. Sucking on his cock, licking up his precum. I didn't want him to cum soon, so I pulled away from his dick and raised up to look at him. Lust was burning in his eyes. His hands found their way to my big titties. He took them in his hands, caressing them. Rubbing my already hard nipples with his thumbs. 

"Yes baby brother, play with sissy's big titties. Rub sissy's nipples." I moaned as feelings of ecstasy ran through me. "Suck them, Robbie" I cried out. "Suck my big titties".

Robbie sat down on the bed, and I turned to him. Holding my tits in my hands, I offered them to him. He leaned over and pressed his mouth to my right tit. I felt his breath on my nipple, then his moist lips as he kissed my tit. I felt his tongue begin to lick on my nipple. I lowered my eyes so I could watch my baby brother feeding on my tits. He was licking harder, then sucking on my tit. In no time, he had latched on and was sucking my tit hard. 

Oh, yes, Robbie! Suck my tits baby brother, suck them hard." I was crying out. "Let sissy feed you with her titties baby brother."

He sucked on one tit for a few minutes then latched on to the other. He was moaning as he devoured my tits. I loved feeling him latch on to them. I loved watching him suck on my big titties. 

I glanced over to Alan, who was lying on the bed beside of us, watching us. He was stroking on his big cock as Robbie and I played with each other. I could tell he was enjoying the show. I had thought that Alan would be more active with us, but I think he was waiting for the right moment. He wanted to give Robbie and I time to enjoy each other. 

I looked back to Robbie, still sucking on my tits. He let go of my tit and looked up at me. I lowered my face to his and our lips met in a deep, lustful kiss. 

Robbie pulled me down onto the bed, so I was lying on my back. He took his time gazing at my body. I watched him as his eyes took in my tits, and moved downward to my puss. I opened my legs, spreading them wide, so he could get a good look at my pussy. 

"Do you like what you see, Robbie? I asked of him. "Do you like looking as Sissy's pussy?" 

"Oh! Yes! It's beautiful sissy." Robbie replied. "Can I touch it, sissy? Can I touch your pussy?" he asked me.

"Yes, Robbie, I want you to touch my pussy." I answered.

I watched as Robbie moved so that he could comfortably reach my puss. I felt his hand brush against my pussy hair, softly as first, then rubbing a little harder. His hand moved gently down to my slit. I spread my legs wider so my pussy lips opened for him. His fingers were soon between my pussy lips. They worked their way up to my clit. I shivered as I felt him rub my clit. He spread my pussy open wider, then moved his fingers to my pussy hole. Slowly he inserted on finger into my hole, working it in and out. Then he inserted two fingers, while he rubbed my clit with his other hand. I was humping hard against his hand, feeling the beginning of an orgasm when he suddenly pulled his hands away from my pussy. He was kneeling between my legs. 

"Sissy, I want to kiss your pussy. I want to eat it." He said to me.

"Yes, Robbie, eat my pussy. Let sissy feed you her pussy!" I cried out. 

I watched as Robbie lowered himself between my legs. I spread them wide, giving him plenty of access. I could feel his breath on my pussy as he pressed his lips to my pussy lips. I felt his tongue reach out for a taste. I heard him moan as he got his first taste of my pussy. He spread my pussy lips apart with his hand, and his tongue was between my pussy lips, licking on my clit. Up and down from my pussy hole to my clit he worked his tongue, lapping up my pussy juice. He would work his tongue into my pussy hole, then move back up to my clit sucking it and licking it, harder and faster, until I was in a frenzy. I looked down at him. I thought it was an awesome sight, my baby brother, between my legs, with his face buried in my puss, licking up my pussy juice. I felt my orgasm cumming on. I would not be able to hold back this time. 

"Robbie, Sissy is going to cum. Eat my puss baby brother! Lick my cunt!" I was crying out, humping my pussy against his face. "I'm going to cum Robbie."

Robbie had grabbed hold of my legs, so he could get to my cunt better. He was eating my puss like crazy. I could hear moans coming from his throat. He was licking my puss so hard; I could hear the lapping noises coming from between my legs. My orgasm was rising fast. I was grinding my puss against his face. 

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! OHH! OOOOWWW! I was crying out as my orgasm took over. I felt my pussy juice flowing out onto his face.

"I'm cumming on your face, Robbie! Sissy is cumming on your face!" I cried out. "Lick it up baby brother, Lick up my pussy juice"

With a final shiver, I collapsed in ecstasy. Robbie continued cleaning up my pussy juice with his tongue. He raised up and looked at me. He had pussy juice all over his face. 

"Wow Sis, that was awesome! Your pussy tasted so good." Robbie told me. "I really liked for you to cum on my face. 

In our heated moment we had forgot about Alan being there with us. I looked over at him. He was just lying there smiling at us, playing with his cock. 

"Well, what do you think about your birthday gift baby brother?" Alan asked Robbie.

Robbie looked at me, lying there naked, then looked back to Alan,

"This is truly the best birthday gift I have ever had." He said. "I don't know quite how to thank you."

"I know how you can thank me, Robbie." I replied to him. 

"How, Sis?" Robbie asked

"You can fuck me, Robbie. I need a dick real bad". I answered him. 

Robbie looked at me, then at Alan as he was seeking approval. Alan must have understood. He nodded to Robbie.

"Go ahead, Robbie. Fuck her. I will promise you it will be the best fuck you've ever had." Alan assured him. 

Robbie was hesitating. I know he was still nervous about us committing incest. I was afraid he was going to back out for a few moments. 

"Robbie, please fuck me. I need a cock so bad. My pussy is aching for a big dick." I pleaded with him.

"Robbie, just try it, and if you still feel uncomfortable about it you can stop. I will take over and fuck Sis if you don't want to. But I think you should give it a try." Alan told him.

"Please Robbie" I said to him "Please come make Sissy happy"

Robbie looked at me, then he moved between my legs again. He lay down on top of me, our naked bodies pressed together. He kissed my titties, then he pressed his lips to mine and we kissed. It was a long, deep lustful kiss. I could feel his hard dick pressed against my belly. He moved down a little and it was pressed against my pussy. I spread my legs wide to accommodate him. I reached down and took his dick in my hand, rubbing it against my clit and up and down my slit. I felt his dick head at the entrance of my pussy hole. I wanted him to pump it in me now, but I let him take his time. He was looking at me as he began to move it inside my cunt. Slowly, his dick filled my pussy hole. I was in ecstasy. My baby brother's dick was in my cunt! And it felt so good. I wrapped my legs around his waist, so he had deep access to my cunt. I could hold him to me this way too. 

"Yes Robbie, Yes!" I cried out. "Fuck me baby brother! Fuck Sissy's big pussy!"

He started pumping his dick in and out of my cunt. He would pull his dick almost all of the way out then plunge it back in. My pussy was so hot and wet. We soon found our rhythm and were fucking hard. His dick was pounding into my cunt. My legs were spread as wide as I could get them, and I was raising my pussy to meet his dick. My big titties were bouncing all over as he pumped his cock into me. 

"Fuck me, Sissy! Robbie moaned, "Fuck your baby brother's big dick Sissy!" "Make me cum, Sissy! I want to cum in your pussy!

More than anything I wanted Robbie to cum. Especially in my pussy. I turned me on so much, thinking that I was going to make my baby brother cum. We were fucking faster now, his dick pumping so quick and deep. I began feeling the start of my orgasm. 

"Robbie, I'm gonna cum! Don't stop, Robbie! Don't stop! I'm cumming Robbie. I'm going to cum pussy juice all over your dick, baby brother!" I was crying out. My orgasm was taking over. I couldn't hold it any longer. I let it go, writhing in ecstasy as I felt my pussy juice flow out onto Robbie's dick. Robbie continued pumping his cock in my pussy. I knew it would soon be his turn to cum. He began pumping faster and faster. I felt his dick tighten. I contracted the muscles in my puss around his dick.

"Oh! Sissy! Oh Oww Oh I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your pussy! Robbie cried out. I felt his load of cum begin to fill my pussy as Robbie shuddered. 

"Yes! Robbie Fill me up. Fill up my pussy with your load of cum. Give it to me Robbie. Make Sissy happy! I told him.

Robbie collapsed on top of me, his dick still in my pussy. He raised up and kissed me on the lips long and hard, then kissed both of my titties. Slowly he pulled his dick out of my pussy. He leaned down and kissed my pussy. 

"Thanks Sissy for the best birthday gift ever." Robbie told me. 

"You are very welcome, baby brother. I am glad you enjoyed it." I replied to him. 

We kissed again, then turned to Alan. He was still playing with his cock as he watched Robbie and I. 

"Alan, thanks bro for giving me this wonderful gift." You were right. Sissy is the best pussy I have ever had". Robbie said.

"I want you boys to know that Sissy is here for you any time you need me. My titties are yours any time you want to suck them, and my pussy is yours whenever you want to eat it or fuck it." I told them. 

"That's how I feel too, Sis. Whenever you need me to suck your titties, or eat your pussy, or if you need a dick, I am here for you." Robbie answered.

"I believe you know I feel the same way Sis." Alan said.

"By the way, my dick is terribly hard, Sissy. Do you think you can help me out?" Alan said with a smile. 

I got up on all fours and crawled across the bed to Alan. He was lying on his back, with his hard dick ready for me. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips, then moved down between his legs. I took his dick in my hands then began licking on it like it was a big lollipop. It was Robbie's turn to watch this time.