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Subject: {ASSM} "Talk About My Birthday" (MF rom) by Creampie Eater
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Date: Mon, 16 May 2005 01:10:02 -0400
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DISCLAIMER:

This is a story about sex between consenting adults. If you are not an
adult, you cannot consent, even to read this story. Therefore, read
something else. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that
are not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, you
know it. Even so, caveat lector.

NOTES:

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----Talk About My Birthday-----

As was our usual practice, Janey was on the bed, nude and watching me
as I undressed. Now naked myself, I jumped into the bed beside her and
kissed her. It was a strategic decision, because sometimes I crawl
onto the bed from the foot and get immediately between her legs.
Sometimes I present my cock to her first, to give her the thrill of
submissive cocksucking. Today, I wanted to feel close to her and to
bring up a subject both thrilling and terrifying to me.

I broke the kiss, looked her deep in the eyes, then kissed her again.
My hands caressed her soft, faintly scented, and lotioned skin. I like
touching her because it builds intimacy. I recognized I was putting
off my questions, and ordered myself to just ask.

I broke the kiss and looked her in the eyes again. "So, what do you
envision for when Rob joins us?" I asked. Rob was going to be a
birthday present to me... maybe to us. For the first time in my life,
another man was going to be in bed with me... maybe with us. I was
thrilled at what I hoped the answers to my question would be, and
terrified at what the answers to my question could be.

She got that cute smile she displays when she is feeling devilish.
"What do you mean?"

"I mean, when Rob is all 'naked n shit' with us." She was making me
verbalize, which was hard for me. You'd think that an author of
erotica would not have a hard time expressing himself. You'd think.

"You want me to tell you what I am thinking?" she asked, being
infuriatingly dense on purpose.

"Please tell me what you want to happen when Rob fucks us," I pleaded
explicitly. There would be no misunderstanding about what information
I was seeking.

To add a little urgency, I slid my hand down to her pubes. My fingers
came very close to an exciting area without touching the exciting
area. Janey groaned a little bit and I swear I could feel a little
extra heat arise from the exciting area.

Her loins lunged at my fingers, which are among the most nimble parts
of my body and so could easily escape her ploy. "Why don't you tell me
what you want to happen?" she countered. To add her own emphasis, her
hands found my hair and dragged my mouth back to hers.

We kissed for a nice long time, until my fingers could no longer avoid
her exciting area. I stroked the spot she likes with knowing touch,
enjoying how she moaned into my mouth. Arousing Janey is very arousing
to me, and I became exceedingly firm.

"Oh Gawd," I breathed, "just tell me what you want to happen."

"You tell me," she insisted.

"It must be really bad if you won't tell me," I conjectured. Then, a
horrible notion arose and took hold of my imagination. "Oh shit, you
don't want me to kiss him? Do you?"

Janey smiled at me. "You know you want to," she purred, in a way that
I hope was teasing. At the same time, her hand found my cock and began
to gently squeeze it.

I moaned at the touch, not the idea that kissing Rob would be anything
except disgusting. "No, I don't."

I might have moaned to emphasize my distaste and revulsion. She
squeezed again, making me moan again.

"You are such a nasty slut," she grinned, gripping me over and over.
"You want to french kiss another man!" I didn't bother denying it,
because she obviously had her own ideas on the subject.

To give myself an excuse for not answering, my mouth moved to her
nipples. This is a favorite erogenous zone for her, and I literally
chewed her hard buds. Her nipples are not huge by any standard, but
today they were like thimbles. They love me.

Her moans were punctuated with her take on my reaction to kissing this
guy. "You want to taste his mouth... you want to feel his tongue in
your mouth... you want to grind mustaches with him... close your eyes,
be a girl for him... you slut, you want to have him hold your face and
tongue-fuck your mouth!"

That had gone too far! "No!" I screeched. Unfortunately, my screech
was muffled by her nipple and I think the denial came out sounding
very close to a moan. Perhaps a moan and a groan. It didn't come out
very screechy.

"After you kiss," she went on, "you want to drop to your knees and
suck his cock."

"Yes," I agreed. I was actually panting!

"You want to suck him."

"I do," I moaned. I began to kiss down her torso towards her exciting
area. "I want to have his cock filling my mouth, pulsing...
throbbing... Oh GAWD!" I moaned loudly, overcome with desire to give
oral sex. I'd wanted to blow a man forever, but never had. That was
the big gift Janey was giving me, the chance to decide whether I had
the Right Stuff to be bisexual, and particularly whether I would enjoy
cocksucking as much as I fantasized I would.

My mouth covered her exciting area, and my tongue went to work. I
licked deeply into her, tasting how fucking wet she was. Janey gets
incredibly wet when her nipples are abused, but somehow I think
imagining Rob joining us was a contributing factor this time.

"Oh, you do that so well, you slut," she said in praise. Her tone was
perfectly lurid, as lurid as a Texas Twang can be. "Eat my pussy!" she
demanded.

I used my fingers to gently open her petals and pull back her
clit-hood, wriggling my tongue on her exposed clit. "Mmmmmmm," I
commented. She was so hot and wet and responsive!

She composed herself a little, enough to ask, "Do you want him to cum
in your mouth, or get him ready to fuck me?"

What a dilemma! "Both," I admitted.

"You want to see him fuck me?" she asked, surprised. "I thought you
wanted him to fuck you?!"

I looked up at her. "Both!"

"You are a nasty fucking slut!" she laughed. "I've been thinking about
you like you are now... face in my pussy... ass in the air... Rob
fucking you like you want." She blinked. "Pushing your face deep into
me with every thrust... ahhh!" It was then that she came, so loudly
that she covered her face with a pillow so that she could scream. The
realization that she was cumming so hard from a picture of me as a
bisexual getting reamed threatened to send me over the edge too.

I kept her going as long as I could, until finally she pushed my face
away and begged for a breather. I slid up to look at her in the face,
smiling at her. I love how she cums so easily with me; it makes me
feel loved and desired.

"Day-um" she said eventually, faking an overly redneck Okie accent.
She looked at me and smiled. "I guess my secret is out now, huh?"

"What, that you want to see me fucked?"

"Yeah," she said, reaching up to pull my face down to hers so that we
could kiss. "I want to see you fucking and sucking," she agreed after
a minute, "but only because you want that too."

"I do," I smiled. We both knew it. "But I want more, too."

"Like what?"

I knew that she knew, but she was giving me a chance to verbalize a
fantasy again. "Hold on," I said, then turned around so that we could
69. "Roll on top," I told her.

Her mouth felt good on my cock, but more of my excitement was from the
mental image in my fantasy. "I want to be right here, eating your
pussy..."

"... and watching him fuck me from close up," she finished. I moaned
in agreement. "You want to see his cock sliding in and out... smell
the sex... have juices dripping on you..."

"Day-um girl!" I groaned.

"And you want to have his cock drop out of me and into your mouth."

"Oh babe, I'm so close," I warned. I was literally throbbing with need.

"And when he cums in me, you want me to do this!" She heaved herself
upright, and began sitting hard on my face. My moans were muffled into
her cunt, which was OK; my pronunciation would have sucked with my
tongue stuffed so far up her canal.

One thing Janey has learned is how to facesit. She initially just let
the creampie drip out after I'd filled her. Now though, she knows how
I like to be smothered by her. She sits harder on my face, wriggling
until her exciting place covers my mouth and nose. I'm smothered,
forcing me to suck and lick her until I am about to panic. And now,
she has learned to wait a few heartbeats into my panic, then raise up
enough to let me gasp for air. The rattle as I gasp gives vibrations
to her sex. The fact that she has learned to do this so well fills me
again with wonder and love for her. She's overcome her natural desire
to be concerned in order to provide me with the smothering that feeds
my submissiveness.

Honestly, smothering me is an act of Love.

Plus, it feels good for her.

After five or ten or thirty minutes (time stands still when you are
fighting for each breath), she raised up and asked how I was. The
smothering had given me time enough to get a grip on my pending
orgasm. "Oh, I love you," I said, breathing hard.

"I know...." she said. "How was it, sucking Rob's cum from my cunt?"

That reminded me of what we were about. "It was wonderful," I said.
"Now... turn over," I told her.

"You nasty slut," she smiled, doing as I asked. In the last months, we
had discovered a new favorite position. Janey lays face-up on me in a
69-orientation. Spreading her legs, she brings her anus to my mouth. I
bend my knees, and she is simply reclining on my legs while I tongue
her ass. Yes, it is nasty. Yes, we both love it.

Now it was even more delicious. I hadn't time to catch my breath, and
nearly her entire weight was on my stomach and chest. It would be
torture or abuse, if I didn't love it so much.

"I want him to fuck you like this too," I gasped. Shit, I'd be able to
see his cock sliding right into her hole. There I'd be, a nasty toy
tonguing her butthole while Rob fucked her. I imagined her juices
being pulled out of her canal by his thrusts, dripping down her 'taint
and onto my mouth. "Can you imagine how good it will feel... having my
tongue doing this" –demonstration-- "and his dick filling you?"

"Day-um," she groaned, partly because of the idea and partly because
my tongue was now able to press deep into her ass with little
resistance. She was loose and slippery.

"And you'll know that I am getting you ready for a good assfucking too."

"Fuck!" she stated. Her fingers were flying over her clit, and I
paused for a moment to bring a free hand to her pussy. I stuffed a few
fingers in. She was wetter than I'd ever known her.

"You are such a bad girl," I grinned, tonguing her rapidly between statements.

"I am such a bad girl," she agreed, which we both loved about her.

Suddenly, I wanted to just cum. I wanted the completeness I feel from
cumming in her, more than the physical sensation of orgasm. I wanted
to "meld" with her. "Fuck me," I told her.

Janey had her own ideas on how to do that. With her ass nicely
stretched and lubed by my tongue and saliva, she turned away from me
and carefully impaled herself. Normally, there is a sense of "stretch
then pop" as I enter her and push past her sphincter. Now though, she
just eased me in, until her sphincter was gripping the base of my
cock.

"Ohhhhh," we both said in unison.

She raised and lowered, fucking me with her ass. The idea that she had
initiated sodomy of her own accord was so powerful. Even if she begs
me to fuck her ass, I always feel like I am "taking" her. But on my
back, having her doing all the work, initiating the action... there
was no doubt that she wanted it. She had practically demanded it!

"Oh Gawd," she moaned.

"Babe... I... Oh... soon you will have a man in your pussy and me in
your ass..."

"I can't... imagine it," she said, although clearly she could. She
raised up a little, and held herself. Her legs quivered from the
exertion. "Fuck my ass!" she moaned.

That did it for me. I jammed myself deep into her no more than five
times before I began to spasm. She sat back down, heavily pressing her
butt on me so that I was as deep as possible in her backdoor. "Fill
me," she cooed, even as I did just that.

When she felt my body relax, she pulled off me and turned over to lay
on top. She kissed me passionately as I turned to jell-o. She'd given
me her ass, now she was giving me her love. Wow, I didn't think I
could adore her more.

Like usual when we play before work, I had to leave too soon. With the
variety of things we had done, we had less cuddle time than normal. I
was washing cum and assjuice from my cock when I told that we had so
many fantasies about what to do with Rob than we could possibly fit in
an hour.

"Oh, he says he can give us three or four hours that evening," she smiled.

I was amazed. She had arranged for Rob to be available for so long on
the rare night that we could give him that time. Oh, the things we'll
do!

"I love you," I said, taking her in my arms and kissing her.

"I know," she replied. She didn't have to tell me she loved me too,
because there could be no doubt.

-----

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