Surprise Birthday Presents — The Next Day
Part 2 — Boffing Billy
She stood when he entered the room.
Billy liked that Susan wore the same see-through midnight blue nightie, garter and nylons as she had at the start of the video him and his half-brother recorded the night before—well, made Debbie record and then forget about. He liked it a lot. The cliché was true, she made him walk funny. She looked even better in the flesh, taught thin straps holding the top snuggly across her chest with a slit down the center displaying the top half of and valley between her breasts and the silver pendant that hung between them, an expertly detailed one-inch fox head on a silver thread wrapped necklace, which peeked out of the cavern between her tits with a single piercing ruby eye.
“This is wrong. It’s not too late to stop.”
He knew she would say that. She’d already said it six or seven times in the last hour.
“Why is it wrong? Don’t you like me?”
She stepped forward, awkwardly, standing closer than she’d intended to the boy. She just wasn’t used to heels this high; she hadn’t worn them since long before she was widowed. “No that’s not it all, you’re just not ready, you’re too young.”
At first she thought he wasn’t paying attention to her voice, she didn’t trust herself in these heels to step back safely, and the added height put her breasts level with his eyes, just inches away. The thick shag carpet doesn’t help in moving around with these shoes—they tended to snag on it.
“Damn it, I’m sending mixed signals,” she thinks.
“I am old enough. I’ve been beating off since I was 13. And thinking of you a lot. In that red bikini you sunbathe in with the straps open. You’re my dream girl. For years.”
Susan blushes at the compliment, “Thanks”.
“You’re not perving me ’cause it’s not your choice. I think most guys my age would do what we are gonna do. And we’re gonna do a lot. Stevie and I agreed. And look at me, aren’t I hot?”
Billy had been working out to get on the football team, running back or receiver. He knew he was way buffer than Stevie, and Stevie was pretty fit.
“Here, what do you think of this?” He quickly stripped down to his underwear and struck a body builder pose he’s learned in the locker room. “I am a stud muffin.”
Susan both gasped and laughed, for she immediately believed he was a Stud Muffin, she just wasn’t sure what that was. “You’re a very handsome young man. That’s the problem. If you were just a bit older... I mean you make me wet, and that’s wrong. See.” She lifts the hem of her nightie, it’s translucent, her stiff nipples clearly visible. Her simple white panties have a distinct wet stain between her legs.
“Ah yes.” She’s unprepared when he reaches down and strokes along her panties, reaching between her legs and tracing her cunt to the front. His fingers come away wet and sticky. “I see we have a problem. So if I was just a bit older it’d be OK?” he asked as he went back for a second feel.
“Ohhh yes.”
With that he pulled off his underwear, “Does this look like a man’s prick? Be honest”
Billy had a fine thatch of curly hair, and a bigger penis than Susan expected. “My god, if he keeps growing,” She thought, but saying, “Yes it does.” She continued, “But it’s still a bad idea, we could get caught and then...”
“Here, give it a feel.” Billy wraps her hand around his dick placing his own over hers while he gently strokes himself with her fingers. “Pretty nice boner. A man boner. Keep going, I got a lot to say.”
“We aren’t going to get caught. We aren’t going to tell anyone and neither are Stevie and Debbie. Not until we are at least 18. We’re not blood kin. Ooooh. F-f-faster. Y-You are the most organized one of us, figure out how we can live like safe doing what we want, and we’ll probably do what you suggest—Ahhhh—make it work—and... like... who sleeps where?—like maybe we should have a door cut in on the second floor halls so this is one big house and no sneaking around late at night—plus we can probably lose a kitchen and turn it into a game room or something, That kind of stuff. Oh! Yeah! Think about it. Make it work. We got goals—some are ours, some are things Derrick expects, like grades and learning stuff and being normal enough to have all those other things like me and sports or you and your job not totally going blooey. We’re not s-s-s-s-s-stupid. Oh!” Billy explodes, “Uhhh. Sorry, I came on you.” He looks at the white goo dripping down her stockings, “Er, don’t worry about it. Just let it dry there.” He wipes his dick on her nyloned leg, “Since you’re dirty anyway...” She flushes but doesn’t move to clean herself.
Now what was it he was going to do next? Stevie had printed something to read if he froze up. Here it is in his pocket, along with a couple of condoms. He holds them up so she can see, “Here this proves I’m a man, I’m prepared.”
“But it’s not too late.”
“It will be soon,” he replies.
And suddenly it makes sense to her. He’s a man, a young man, but didn’t she just call him that? And he’s not kin. And they’ll be careful, and he was going to wear one of those condoms when he fucked her—she could feel that it was coming soon. And he was, in his own way beautiful. Her wet panties were by now turning cold and uncomfortable despite her heat, she wanted to get rid of them; her clit was singing “Push Push Push”, so she said, “When you put it that way.” She lunged at him throwing her arms wide, stumbling and falling off the heels, coming down heavier on him than she wanted, her breasts pressed against his face.
“Whoa!” Billy was happy for the free weights he’d been lifting—she settled hard but his catch was firm and he didn’t falter a bit though he had to put one leg back to keep his balance. She loved the firm feel of his flexed arm muscles as he helped her back to her feet. He looked down at the paper in his hand and said, “Give me $20.”
She gave him a confused look, but went tottering to a jar on her night stand, took out a twenty dollar bill, and wobbled back to him.
“I think you need to practice walking in those shoes,” he observes. “I do love the way they make your ass wiggle.” He gives her bum a pat, stuffs the money in his pants pocket and has another quick look at the paper, “Now give me a blowjob. A really good one.”
The shag carpet was hell walking in her heels, but super comfortable on her knees as she took the standing teen deep into her mouth, all the way down to his balls on the first gulp. She reached around and grabbed his muscular bum and paced her sucks with his thrusts. He was salty from his previous cum, and went from semi-hard to stiff as a board between her lips. She pulled it out and gave it a long lick from balls to head before plunging it back in. She drifted off a bit, letting her body act instinctively, “Oh god, how did I get here?” she thought followed by, “I’m doing this for Derrick. I’m paying him back. And I’m cumming, Billy’s spurting down my throat and aahhhh I’m comming from just sucking him off.”
He took her hand and helped her stand back up again. Again she walked over to the nightstand, more confident this time, deliberately swinging her hips, swirling the last of Billy’s cum around her mouth before swallowing it. She takes an envelope from the drawer and hands it to him. When he opens it a photograph falls out on the floor, which she looks at as she hands it to him.
“Oh shit,” she mutters under her breath.
Billy takes a letter from the envelope, and then looks at the picture. “This is you?”
“Yes.”
“Working at a strip club?”
“Yes. Just for a week. Derrick sent me to learn to dance. Back when.”
“Wow. So you were a stripper. Lap dances?”
“Yes, a few. Maybe a lot.”
“Blowjobs? Back room quickies?”
“Not that kind of place. I was propositioned a lot, but the management frowned on outright tricking on the premises. Derrick didn’t have any instructions one way or the other. I did fuck one real hung hunk I met there though. Ohmygod hung. Just once. Him and his girlfriend. She was double jointed. Really, they worked for some kind of circus. I think Derrick sent them my way with my triggers as an experiment, but no proof. They knew at least the “instant turn-on” one.” She rolls her eyes in a ‘here we go again’ gesture, and recites like a too-cool girl forced to read aloud in class, “Since you’re going to ask, it’s an orange M&M. Show it to me and put it on my tongue when I open my mouth. Which I’ll do. Then I’ll be totally turned-on. Past making sensible decisions. If you want I can tell you all the triggers.”
“OK. No! Later. You still have way many clothes. Dance. Dance for me. I bet you were good at it. Make me hard. Only watching.” Billy turned on the bedside radio and found a hard rock station—ZZ Top, then sat on the bed as Susan started to dance.
The shoes came off first, Susan used their removal to display her long legs, running her hands down the nylons, brushing off some of Billy’s dried flaking cum from earlier. Next one breast and then both, she teasingly hid then, then took her top off totally while facing away from Billy and shaking her tush to “Tush”, turning to reveal her boobs fully, her arms straight out at the sides doing some kind of snake dance. Billy reached down and found himself half-stiff already while he cupped his balls.
Next came the stockings, slowly removed as Susan put one leg up on a chair then the other, and last the soaked panties, she’s cum heavily in them and made a point to bend at the waist legs straight pussy peeking out at Billy as she dropped them into her laundry hamper.
His hard-on was raging yet again, “On the bed, now” and she climbed beside him.
She gave it one last feeble, “Oh Billy, it’s not too late.” to which he replied, “It is now,” as he tore open a condom package, deftly rolled it down his dick—he’d practiced earlier, pushed her over onto her back, climbed between her legs, and thrust in.
She started to moan loudly, and he reacted with breathy moans of his own as he plowed her with all his strength and lust. “Am I a man? Am I a man? Are you my woman?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” and then a loud scream of “Oh my gaawwwd.” as she came again while he continued to piston her, faster now.
They screamed together as he came, it triggered another orgasm in her, a wordless single note from each, harmonically aligned together with a raw beauty.
Billy rolled off her panting. “I guess this is where folks usually have a cigarette.”
She ran a cool moist tissue over herself and then another slowly over Billy. “He really has a nice body,” she thinks. “Please don’t smoke. I did for years and it was hell to quit.”
“No worry, Coach Jacobs kicks anyone off the team he finds puffing. And I’m not even on the squad yet.”
Billy turns over so he is lying half-way across her chest, one leg thrown across her waist, wet limp dick pressing her hip and left hand fondling her breast. He places a lingering kiss on her lips. She relaxes and responds tenderly.
“Thank you for the fuck,” he whispers into her ear. Such a polite boy.
He rolls over and sits up, taking the paper Stevie printed and the letter from the envelope and starts to read. Susan tries to peek over his arm, but he says, “You can’t read these. I’ll read the bits that you need to know. Don’t try. Just relax.” Then he remembers the second half of the mantra, “and enjoy it.”
Billy gets to a certain point in Stevie’s “Plan Susan” and reads aloud, “You aren’t allowed to make out with Debbie unless both me and Stevie say it’s OK. We’ll give you some general rules later for when it’s OK so you don’t have to ask every time. But for now every time. Which is important because your lust for her gets real strong when you know she’s just been making out, when there might be cum leaking out of her pussy and particularly if you see some still drying jizz on her face or tits or belly. Legs too. Feet even. You’ll want to lick it all up. Like a perfect cupcake in a bakery window. It doesn’t matter who’s cum it is, what matters is that it’s on Debbie, that’s what gets you hot. But you can’t act on it unless we say so, and set the conditions.”
“But it’ll probably be my Stevie’s cum.”
“Doesn’t matter. Being on Debbie is all that counts.”
While Billy reads on silently Susan remembers last night with Debbie—she’s not really turned on by other women, she likes guys with solid muscles and handsome faces, just like Billy she thinks, but there is something about Debbie that gets to her—has to be Derrick’s doing. Last night was great, it had been a long long time, and it was nice to have Debbie so much into her, wanting so much to please her.
Billy tells her that the letter is from Derrick. He reads aloud, “Congratulation Billy! Aren’t you the clever one! You’ve found one of the fun bonus’s I’ve set up. There’s $1500.00 credit waiting for you and Susan at ‘The Horny Heifer dot com’. It’s an online store with lots of fun clothes and sex toys and costumes. There’s a couple of catches though. You have to use at least $500 of it on something super-sexy for Debbie to wear. Something she’s never get for herself even if she was trying to dress for action. Susan gets to choose what, including accessories. Susan, you are to dress Debbie in a way that Stevie will want to throw her down and do her right there the first time he sees her. Better than buck naked. That is your mission. And you need to do the shopping within 14 days of getting this letter.”
“OK, sounds fun. It says we can’t mention this letter to Stevie or Debbie.” He folds the letter and puts away. “I have an idea, you know that gym they opened up on Preston? Bunnies of Steel?”
“Yeah, that’s like a unisex place besides the Burger Depot, lots of housewives during the day, office drones in the evening. Big windows so the world can see you working out. I think Betty from the office goes there.”
“Busty Betty?”
“Heh hah! Don’t call her that to her face.”
“I was thinking we could join. I want to use some of that equipment. And you could tone up a bit. Special Offer! They have a two for one three month trial. There’s a poster in the window I been looking at. Gym buddies!”
“We’d have to be careful about how we acted together. It could be pretty dangerous.”
“Yeah, I see that. But the story that I’m the neighbour kid training to get a starting position on the Centurions checks, and you’re there to like lose a few pounds, and we’re taking advantage of the special offer.”
“I am not fat!”
He rubs her tummy, “No, but you could flatten this a little. And if I tell you to, you’ll make sure we don’t pussy out and skip or stop going. I’d ask Stevie and Debbie to join us, but Stevie hates working out. I love how I feel afterwards though. Tough. Strong. Like a real man.”
“Debbie could join with you, and I’d just take a three month trial myself. It’d look more natural.”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to be around her all the time, you know how it is.”
“She doesn’t actually have to go. Or she could go there early, before work. We go together because I’m giving you a ride. But on the paperwork it’ll look more normal, that’s the idea isn’t it? People will still talk.”
“Yeah, I know. Good thinking. You’re right, we’ll be careful around each other, friendly but not too much. Could be gives some of them ladies ideas after they see my beautiful bod. Wattaya wanna bet I get fished by before the three month trial is up?”
“I dunno. It looks like a pretty white-bread place. Not like a social hang out. OK, a vacation. I want to bet a vacation. Two weeks off by myself to do whatever I want as long as I come back OK.”
“Yeah.”
“Right, and it can’t just be someone whose always creeping the place, making passes at any likely prospects. And at least three times.”
“OK, and if I win, you get a tattoo on your ass. My choice. And it’s just the come-on, I don’t have to do anything about it.”
“Particularly if it’s a guy,” she adds. Billy hadn’t thought about that, so he blushes.