Subject: Birthday Present From My Friends
Story Codes: MF F-solo oral
Diary Date: March 1, 2008
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary:
You only turn 23 once and although it’s not usually thought of as a
“significant” birthday, my girlfriends weren’t going to let it go by without
celebrating it. With a little help from some friends, it was indeed a
birthday to remember.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 – Masturbating While Thinking About Steve
Chapter 2 – My Family Throws Me a Birthday Party
Chapter 3 – My Cousin and BFF Give Me Their “Present”
Chapter 4 – Who the Hell Fucked Me?
Chapter 1 – Masturbating While Thinking About Steve
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When you’re growing up, there are a lot of milestones marked by birthdays.
Turning thirteen announces you’re a teenager, sixteen allows you to drive,
seventeen makes you “legal” (at least in my state), eighteen gives you the
right to vote (even when there’s nobody worth voting for) as well as the
liability to be convicted as an “adult”, twenty marks the end of your teen
years, and finally twenty-one makes it legal to drink.
So far, for the most part each one has marked something new and better, more
freedom and less supervision. But what about after that? It seems to me
it’s all downhill. I mean, who REALLY wants to turn thirty (or forty or
more)? People rationalize but face it, your body starts to deteriorate,
boobs sag, hips increase, arms get flabby. God, I don’t want to get older!
As you may have guessed, I do NOT look forward to birthdays anymore and my
twenty-third was no exception. What good was it other than to remind me I
was just one more year closer to that dreaded 3-0?
To be fair, there IS one thing that is good about a birthday – gifts. OK, so
I’m a little selfish and I enjoy receiving gifts – sue me. Of course, there
are gifts and then there are GIFTS. Most people give you something because
they feel obligated. They buy you something that is good enough to fulfill
their obligation but nothing more if at all possible resulting in the
inevitable sweater, gift card, joke gift, and so forth. I’m not trying to
say that they don’t mean anything to me – hey, a gift is a gift after all.
It’s just that there are sometimes one or two gifts that are special, that
really mean a lot to me when I receive them.
Sure, sometimes they are expensive, like when my dad gave me a car. Other
times they can be heart-warming, like when my friends all sent flowers to my
school on my first day. While expensive clothes and jewelry are certainly
welcome, deep down it’s the ones that tug at my emotional strings that I
treasure the most.
This year my birthday fell on a weekend – Saturday to be more precise. At
the time, I was still working for my escort agency although interviews for a
potential teaching position were going well. Thus typically my Saturday
nights were booked well in advance but my agency was kind enough to let me
off when I told them it was my birthday. I don’t know, something about
spending my evening with a total stranger just staring down my blouse and
fondling my leg while telling me all about his life problems just wasn’t my
idea of how I wanted to spend my birthday. Instead, I figured that I would
probably spend the day at my parents as this was the first time that I’d been
around for my birthday after four years of college and my mom had already
forewarned me that she was inviting some of the relatives over for a party.
Hmmm, maybe the escorting gig wasn't such a bad thing after all!
Saturday morning rolled around and I treated myself to sleeping in.
Yesterday had been a wild but wonderful day. My dad had taken me out to buy
me some beautiful diamond earrings and before it was over, we were doing it
in the back room of the jewelry store while the clerk watched. As he drove
me home, I figured the day was over since my birthday was the next day and my
mom had plans for quite the party. My cell phone rang and it was my
escorting agency, asking me if I could fill in for one of the girls who had a
“personal problem”. I agreed and kissed my dad goodnight, knowing I would be
seeing him the next day again.
The client had insisted on a late dinner and then he droned on for what
seemed like hours later. Sheesh, talk about boring! Some guys just seem to
need someone’s shoulder to cry on and I was blessed with having to listen to
his many woes concerning his unfaithful wife, ungrateful kids, and a dead-end
job with a boss from hell. Well, that’s what I get paid for but it doesn’t
mean I have to enjoy it.
Of course, he didn’t just talk to me. His hand would wander under the table
and fondle my leg, pulling my skirt up and trying to reach between my legs
for a feel. I let him get away with touching my leg but anything more was
off-limits. No doubt he wanted me to offer to go to his hotel room and must
have figured that if he kept going on long enough I would cave in and head up
the elevator with him (we were having dinner at his hotel). Of course, he
knew better since he was told when he hired me that the girls in our agency
never have sex with clients (a firing offense), but he was a guy and so had a
genetic need to try anyway. Small wonder I didn’t wake up until almost ten
in the morning. If it hadn’t been for my about-to-burst bladder, who knows
when I might have woken up!
After taking care of that little detail, I flopped back on my bed again,
debating whether I should go back to sleep, get up, or what. Ugh, I
remembered it was my birthday. Damn, it was hard to believe that I would
never be 22 again! In the stillness of my empty apartment, I could
practically hear my heart beating as my thoughts drifted back to when I was
younger. God, was it really almost NINE years since I lost my virginity?
Thoughts of my Steve, my first boyfriend, began to worm their way into my
thoughts. Oh to be fourteen again and all excited and horny, still curious
what a boy felt like or how it would feel to have sex with one. There was
the innocent excitement before a date as I would wonder whether he would
touch me or do even more with me. Steve was sixteen at the time, SO much
older and mature, at least in the eyes of a fourteen year-old virgin getting
ready to enter high school.
A shiver ran down my back as my pussy suddenly tingled, causing my hand to
instinctively move down to touch it as I recalled the first time I touched
Steve’s dick. OK, technically his wasn't the first penis I’d ever touched
but changing diapers and cleaning off baby boys certainly doesn’t count.
True, I touched my dad’s dick six years before back when I was eight but that
didn’t really count since there wasn't anything sexual about it for me at the
time, just the curiosity of a young girl starting to learn about herself –
and men.
In my heart where it counts, Steve’s dick will always be my “first” and
regardless of how you score it, he was definitely the first one I ever took
in my mouth. My finger rubbed gently around my clit as I recalled how it
felt the first time I opened my mouth and felt his dick on my lips. God, I
was so scared yet extremely excited at the same time. I really had no idea
what to expect. I had SEEN plenty of girls sucking dick in my dad’s porn
movies but that’s not the same as actually experiencing it for yourself.
There is one thing I will never forget – I knew from the very first moment I
took him in my mouth that I LOVED sucking cock.
As my finger continued to rub slowly around my hardening clit, I could feel
my pussy warming up and getting wetter as I closed my eyes and licked my
lips, remembering the musky odor of Steve’s hairy crotch, the warm smoothness
of his cock head against my tongue, the feeling of his shaft as he hardened
with my mouth around it. My lips moved and I sucked on a finger from my
other hand as I played back my first BJ in my head. As much as it excited me
to suck him, what was best for me was the way Steve reacted. It didn’t take
long for me to realize that he was completely under my control, that he
would do literally anything to keep his dick in my mouth. Damn, now THAT was
power and I’d never felt so controlling over a boy before – over anyone for
that matter.
It wasn't until later that he fucked me and I plunged my middle finger deep
into my pussy as I recalled how he had taken my virginity. Needless to say I
was tighter back then, a LOT tighter although most men still tell me that my
pussy is tight – for a girl my age (oh my god, that sounds terrible!). My
pussy was throbbing as I remembered how hard it was for Steve to force his
stiff dick into my virgin pussy that first time. Damn, it HURT, a lot more
than what most people seem to say, especially in those silly sex stories
where they make it sound like it is just some momentary thing that goes away
quickly. Well, let me tell you the pain never did go entirely away that day,
but it was true that the more he fucked me the more it was masked by the
pleasure he was creating within me. Imagine fucking while someone is
sticking a hot needle in you and you get the idea. The pain is still there
but at least you get something to help you feel better about it.
Now I plunged two fingers into my wet pussy as memories of him pushing his
cock deeper and deeper into me flooded my consciousness. I looked down at my
shaved pussy, seeing my fingers inside of me and recalled how my heart leaped
that first time when I looked down and saw his hairy crotch pressed up
against mine, his dick nowhere to be seen. From the feelings inside of me at
the time, there was no uncertainty as to where it WAS, that was for sure. It
seemed almost unbelievable that his dick was finally INSIDE of me, that we
were literally joined together in such as special, intimate manner.
God, you can imagine how soaking wet I was by now. With the fingers of one
hand working on my clit, I played with my pussy hole with the other. My
orgasm start to rise within me, just as it had my first time with Steve. As
he fucked me, I felt sharp stabs of pain in my pussy as his dick rubbed
against my newly torn flesh Despite that, I never, not even for an instant,
wanted him to pull out as I had never felt anything this wonderful before in
my life. God, I was being fucked – and I loved it! Even back then, I knew
having sex was something special for me. Something deep inside of me told me
that I would be having a more dicks in me – and boy was I ever right on that
one!
My orgasm peaked like someone had drenched me with gasoline and lit a match.
It felt like my skin was burning up, like I was having an intense fever and I
could feel it over every inch of my body. Even the roots of my hair on my
head tingled and my fingers and hands felt almost numb as they worked non-
stop on my pussy.
Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, I thought about how
Steve had cum in me, flooding my newly initiated pussy with a huge load of
his teenage sperm. At the time it never crossed my mind that I wasn’t
protected. My mom obviously thought I would be waiting a little longer to
have sex but she had me on the pill soon enough but on this day it was pure
luck I didn’t get pregnant. Was it stupid of me? Maybe and I wouldn’t
recommend it, but I know one thing and that is I would have regretted it for
the rest of my life if he had worn a condom. I will NEVER forget the feeling
of the first time a dick unloaded inside of me. Of course, I wouldn’t have
known the difference if he had been wearing a condom that first time but I
cherish the memory now.
Needless to say, memories of my boyfriend’s hot cum shooting into me, one
load after another, was making my current orgasm even better. I gasped and
moaned, calling out Steve’s name, just as I had so many years ago as he came
inside of me. My hips thrust upward and then bounced back onto the bed, only
to rise up again as I called out for him to fuck me harder and faster, just
as I had when I was alone with him before.
Finally, I literally collapsed onto my bed, one hand cupping my crotch,
applying just enough pressure to let my clit feel it as I laid there spread-
eagled, like some primitive offering – except I wasn’t qualified to be a
virgin offering anymore. Odds were I might have fallen asleep – or maybe I
would have done it all again, who knows, if the phone hadn't rung. I flipped
it open after seeing it was Beth, my best friend.
“Happy Birthday Kelly!” she practically screamed into the phone. God, it was
almost too much with my head in a fog but I loved her and so I didn't hang up
– as I was sorely tempted to do and would have had it been almost anyone
else. I tried to answer but it must have sounded more like I was mumbling.
“Damn, are you STILL in bed girl? What the hell are you DOING?” she asked
and then she laughed and answered herself saying, “Hmmm, from the sound of
your voice I bet you’ve been masturbating – am I right?”
Well, if anyone knew me it was Beth and once again, she proved why she was my
best friend. There was no hiding anything from her, even if I had wanted to.
I moaned as I tried to clear my head but that didn't deter Beth from
continuing to pester me.
“Hey, it’s your birthday Miss Horny so get your pretty bare ass out of bed!”
she commanded me, “So what do you have planned for today, anyway?”
My cheeks puffed out as I released a blast of air, signaling my frustration.
I explained to her about the party that my parents were plotting for me.
Beth cut me off before I was finished saying, “A day with the relatives, eh?
No wonder you’re so enthusiastic. So when do you think you can slip away?
We’ve got a special present to give to you – and it can’t be with the
relatives around!”
I started to ask who the “we” were but I stopped myself in time. It didn't
really matter as anyone would be better than my Aunt Shari! What I was more
curious about was this mysterious reference to a “present”. Somehow I had my
doubts that it was going to be as simple as a wrapped box with a sweater
inside.
By the time she hung up we had made plans for her to pick me up around eight
in the evening. I tried several times to get her to spill more of the
details but she refused to budge. Oh well, she WAS my best friend and I
trusted her totally. Beth had always had a knack for coming up with new and
“interesting” ideas so lord only knew what she had in store for me tonight.
After I hung up with Beth my pussy wasn’t throbbing quite so badly and when I
looked at the alarm clock next to my bed I realized I’d better get going if I
was to arrive on time to my own birthday party. I quickly took a shower and
washed my hair. I just let it hang down after drying it, it was usually a
disaster anyway so who would notice? A little baby powder on my boobs and
ass, a dash of perfume on my neck and wrists, some lip gloss and just a
little foundation and eye liner and I was ready to get dressed.
Given the time of year together with the people I was expecting to attend the
party, it wouldn’t have been appropriate – or comfortable, to wear anything
too revealing so revealing cutoffs and ultra-short miniskirts were off the
menu. Instead, I picked out a tight pair of Tommy jeans, the kind you had to
lay on your bed and pull up hard to get on – and then pray you didn't have to
use the restroom very much afterwards! A black satin blouse with just enough
looseness to allow me to go braless without drawing TOO much attention was
next. Sneakers would have been my first choice but I reluctantly pulled out
a pair of sensible black heels from the bottom of my messy closet. I had to
look a little dressed up after all.
Looking in the mirror, I saw your average 23 year old girl-next-door.
Nothing overly wild yet not TOO conservative either. You could have walked
through my old cafeteria at school and seen a hundred girls dressed almost
exactly like I was now (well, with bras if you were at my old college).
Well, that’s what having a party with your entire family present will do to
you.
Chapter 2 – My Family Throws Me a Birthday Party
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Only a small portion of our family was engaged in incest, something that
would have shocked and likely even horrified the rest of the family if they
ever found out, at least on my dad’s side. My mom’s side was small – just my
Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi as my grandmother lived in Illinois – much too
far for her to travel for such an event. Of course, they were both involved
but I couldn’t say the same for my dad’s side. Only his younger brother and
two of his three kids played together, a dangerous situation when you
considered how fanatical my Aunt Shari was when it came to sex – or should I
say, no sex.
When I was younger, I use to tease my older uncle but that was another thing
about getting old – it got harder and harder to tease without it being taken
the wrong way. For a sixteen year old to jump in her uncle’s lap and tease
him was one thing and most people just laughed at it (expect my Aunt Shari of
course). But at my age now, it didn't seem so naïve and innocent anymore.
God I hate getting old! Thus the time for skirts that “accidentally” rose
up, or shorts that showed off a little more ass than was ‘appropriate”, was
past for me, at least in these type of situations.
Both of my older cousins were married now and had nice husbands but again,
they wouldn't have looked to kind at me ‘seducing” their men, even in jest.
I sighed but accepted the situation. One last thing about getting old – you
start being responsible! Not many years before I would have dressed wild
anyway and pissed off my Aunt Shari – not so hard to do really. Back then
she would complain to my mom about how she raised me. Now I don’t know what
she would do if I pulled a stunt like that and I really didn’t want to find
out.
I finally made it over to my parent’s house around noon, much to the
annoyance of my mother who had apparently expected me to come earlier and
help set things up – for my own birthday party! Sheesh, whatever happened to
the old-fashioned surprise party where all you had to do was show up, even if
it wasn’t really a surprise? She DID wish me happy birthday, though, and
when I kissed her, we held onto each other like two lovers. Well, it HAD
been quite a while since she kissed me like that and when we finally broke
apart, I looked at her with my eyes wide open with surprise.
“Don’t look at me like that... it IS your birthday so I guess I have to give
you some slack,” she chuckled as she returned to her work.
Mmmmmmm, I loved my mom and for a moment, my pussy got that tingly feeling
again as I imagined what we might be doing if she didn't have to get ready
for my party. Personally, I would have gladly traded the party for an
afternoon in bed with her. Now THAT would have been a special birthday
present, yes indeed!
One thing I had noticed when I pulled in the driveway was that my dad’s SUV
was missing so I asked my mom where he was. For a moment she got this
pissed-off look on her face but she held her tongue as she explained that he
had gone in to the office earlier this morning. He’d promised on a stack of
bibles to be home in time for his only daughter’s birthday party but I could
tell from her tone that she wasn’t too confident. Based on past history, she
had good reason to doubt his word when it came to getting home, but something
told me that if he didn’t return home in time today that there would be hell
to pay!
For the next hour or so I helped my mom finish setting the tables and getting
the food ready. I felt a little guilty over all the work she was going
through as deep down inside I really didn’t give a damn about the party in
the first place. Had it been up to me, I’d have been just as happy to go
with my parents to some local restaurant, have the staff sing me their silly
birthday song and get it all over with. Oh well, she meant well and I wasn't
going to spoil it by saying something insensitive. See – I AM getting old!
Finally everything was ready and we retreated to the living room for a few
minutes of relaxation before people started arriving. We both sat on the
couch and I leaned back and took the weight off my feet (no comments are
needed as to HOW much weight!). My mom reached behind one of the pillows and
brought out a small box wrapped in shiny silver paper with a pink ribbon and
bow tied around it. She handed it to me with a smile and said, “Happy
birthday honey. I know you’ll be getting more stuff later but this is
something special for you that’s just from me.”
I looked at her and saw she was about to cry and I wondered what in the world
could possibly be in it. I carefully untied the ribbon and bow and opened
the wrapping slowly so I wouldn’t rip it to shreds (ok, ok, I am getting
old!) It was a small jewelry box and had it been from my boyfriend I might
have thought he was proposing but it was from my mom so THAT was out.
I flipped open the top and inside was a silver locket with the smallest, most
dainty silver chain imaginable. It had that look that said it was old, from
a different era. I looked at my mom and she smiled at me and encouraged me
to open it. Inside was a picture of my grandmother on what appeared to be
her wedding day.
“That’s your grandmother on her wedding day,” my mom explained, her voice
shaking slightly. “She gave that to me just before I married your father and
I have always planned to give it to you on your wedding day. I don’t know
why but something told me I needed to give it to you now. I know you’re not
getting married but it seems like your life has been through so many changes
lately that it’s like you were.”
What could I say in reply to that bombshell? I looked at my mom and held up
the locket between us. It was beautiful! Tears came to our eyes and we both
hugged each other tightly. I loved my mother dearly and though we’d had a
few shaky times recently, she was still the closest friend in the world to me
and the only person I have ever “made love” with (and probably ever will
until I AM married). At this stage of my life there was nobody in the world
I felt as intimate with or as close to as I did my mom and her gift meant so
much to me.
“I love you mom.” It wasn't much but what more did I need to say?
“I love you too Kelly,” my mom responded softly, stroking my hair and running
her fingers through it. I could feel her warm breath on my neck as she
leaned over and kissed me gently on the neck and around my ear. Her hand
reached over and cupped my breast as I felt her move closer to me such that
our bodies were tight against one another. We kissed and it wasn’t just your
standard, “mother kissing her daughter” type of kiss. No, this was a
sensuous woman kissing her younger lover. God, I wanted her so badly right
then!
“Oh mom, that feels so good,” I whispered to her as her hand reached inside
my blouse and I felt her caress my bare breast. My nipples were hard as
bullets and sensitive as hell as she brushed the backs of her fingertips
lightly over them. I leaned back against the couch and closed my eyes as she
slowly unbuttoned the rest of my blouse and moved her head down to my chest.
“Oh yes!” I moaned softly as her lips touched my nipple and then she took
more of my breast in her mouth. Her hand slipped down from my boobs and
cupped my crotch as her middle finger pressed in against my pussy through my
jeans. God, I wanted her to touch me, to put her fingers inside of me, to
bring me to a climax as my mother could do to me. Yes, I wanted my mother to
make love to me. I wanted to be her lover.
The doorbell rang.
“Damn!” my mom hissed through her lips as she looked up over the couch and
through the front window curtains, “It’s your Uncle Paul and Aunt Julie…. Of
all days for them to be early…. Shit!”
It wasn't like my mom to swear so that should tell you how upset she was. I
quickly buttoned my blouse and tried to straighten out my hair as she stood
up, looking flushed with lust and yet totally flustered.
“I’m so sorry Kelly...,” she started to apologize but I hushed her up,
assuring her it was nothing she could have anticipated and that we would do
it again some time. It really was a shame as my mom and I don’t have sex
very often and moments like this, when everything just felt like it was the
right time and place, didn’t come around every day.
As she went to the answer the door, I stood up and wavered as I felt a little
unbalanced at first. God, I was so horny I had to look between my legs to
make sure my pussy hadn't wet my crotch. Much longer with my mom touching it
the way she had been and it most likely would have been! My mom stood at the
front door and took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled as she reached for the
handle. No doubt she had been just as horny as I was and I would have loved
to have tasted her pussy about now.
“Hey, glad you made it!” I heard her say as she opened the door. I smiled to
myself. Liar!
My aunt and uncle came in, carrying a present that looked like it came
straight from the department store, probably wrapped by Customer Service.
Yep, a sweater I bet to myself. Oh well, they meant well. My Uncle Paul was
about eight years older than my dad, old enough that he was always the “big
brother” such that he was never as close to my dad as my dad was with his
younger brother, Jim. Although I’d teased him mercilessly in that past when
I was a teen, he’d never done another overt with me other than a few times
when I would catch him looking at my ass or boobs.
Uncle Paul had two daughters, Laura and Ginny, who were both married and
quite hot. Although I’d never been “intimate” with either of them, I DID
attend Ginny’s bachelorette party about four years or so ago which was the
first time I’d ever had a male stripper dance for me! Ginny had always been
rather conservative so when she ended up in bed with one of the guys, it was
quite an eye-opener for me! I doubted either of them would be around today
as they had families of their to attend to now.
My Aunt Julie was your typical housewife and mom. She was around fifty but
still looked pretty hot. I had heard my dad say more than once he would have
loved to be with her but it never came even close to happening, at least so
far as I knew.
No sooner had they made their way in than a van pulled up and out poured my
other uncle and his family. Together with their three kids, their family
status was a bit more complicated, to say the least. I found out after I
started fucking my parents that my mom had been doing both my dad and Uncle
Jim back in high school and my uncle actually had hoped to marry her but my
dad beat him to the punch. Instead, he married my Aunt Shari who was about
as opposite to my mom as you can imagine. She was highly religious (I am too
but in a totally different way) and painfully overbearing, always telling
people what to do and condemning anyone who believed differently than she
did. She was always on my mom’s case over me, calling me a slut and a black
sheep of the family because of the way I dressed and the reputation I had at
school.
Kate, the oldest daughter, was now seventeen and a virtual clone of her
mother in both dumpy looks and scary attitude. On the other hand, her son
Rick (19) and daughter Tammy (15) were anything BUT conservative. My aunt
would’ve had a stroke if she knew the two of them fucked each other, not to
mention that it was my dad who had taken Tammy’s virginity over a year ago.
She most likely would have shot my uncle dead on the spot had she known he
was screwing their youngest daughter as well. As I said, their full story is
complicated but it makes for interesting dynamics at times like this.
“Happy birthday Kelly,” my aunt said stiffly, looking me up and down with
disapproval. Even as conservative as I was dressed, she no doubt saw I
wasn't wearing a bra and that was a mortal sin so far as she was concerned.
She handed me a gift, almost identical in shape to the one I’d received from
my other aunt and uncle, but she acted more like she was handing me a dead
skunk than a gift.
Ignoring his wife’s almost insulting greeting, my uncle gave me a bear hug,
letting his hand rest a little too long on my ass but careful not to let his
wife see anything. Kate just ignored me, obsessed with her IPod, while Rick
seemed more interested in my mom than me. It wasn't a surprise given he
fucked her regularly. Rick had the biggest dick in the family, so far as I
knew, but for me that didn’t compensate for the fact that he was also an
asshole. Sure, I’d enjoyed that dick a few times myself but I didn't see
what my mom got out of fucking him so often. I guess she didn't have many
other options since she didn’t believe in adultery and he was one of the few
males in our family that was available to her.
Tammy gave me the best greeting of all - a quick kiss on my cheek. Damn it
was like she looked hotter every time I saw her and I knew my dad would be
wanting to get in her pants if possible before they went home – that is, IF
he ever showed up.
That left my Aunt Linda and cousin Kristi. It didn’t surprise me that they
were the last to arrive, they were NEVER on time it seemed. Then I was
shocked to see their car pull up. Wow, I’d better be careful as pigs would
be flying overhead soon! I waited at the door for them as the others moved
to the back deck.
“Hey old woman!” my cousin teased me as she came in the door and smacked me
on the rear. I was only a couple years older than her so it wasn't like she
had THAT much to brag about. True, she looked more like she as five or six
years younger and I hated her for that! (just teasing).
“Happy birthday Kelly,” was all my aunt said.
Now I loved my Aunt Linda. For an older woman she was pretty cool. I guess
living alone with Kristi kept her young in spirit, especially since Kristi
liked to share her boyfriends with her mom. My aunt and I had played off and
on over the years as I grew up but not all that much. My mom told me stories
of how my father use to fuck the two of them back in high school. Well, some
things just never change, even after you marry one of the sisters!
With their arrival, that was just about everyone – except the most important
person, my dad. I looked out the door and down the street but there was no
sign of him. Disappointed, I closed the front door and made my way to the
kitchen. My mom was there and she looked at me with a silent question on her
face. I solemnly shook my head and her lips tightened – someone wasn’t very
happy with my dad!
As for the rest of the afternoon and early evening, what can I say? It was
your typical family birthday party, nothing shocking or revealing. Nobody
came out of the closet, said anything inappropriate, or got mad at each
other. Even my Aunt Shari managed to keep her razor-edged tongue sheathed
most of the time. It was too cold go out on the deck for long so most people
stayed in the house and eventually split into groups with the men in the
living room and the women in the dining room and kitchen. It didn’t take
long for the guys to get bored and they drifted downstairs to the family room
where the big screen hi-def TV was.
About midway through, my mom gave up on my dad and announced it was time for
the traditional cake and present opening. God, twenty-three candles is a LOT
of candles to blow out but I managed it somehow. As for presents, nothing
much to say there either as they were about what I expected – clothes and an
Old Navy gift card. I remembered the marvelous gift my mom had given me
earlier but I didn't say anything about it as it was something personal
between my mom and me. Besides, I wasn’t sure if my Aunt Linda knew about
her mother’s locket being passed on to her older sister. As for the guys,
they couldn’t wait to get back downstairs as some game or another was on
leaving the women, as usual, to clean up and gossip.
Chapter 3 – My Cousin and BFF Give Me Their “Present”
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Eight o’clock was rapidly approaching and I found the closer it got, the
slower the clock moved. I wasn't sure who Beth had invited – or even IF she
had really invited anyone since she hadn't told me anything at all about her
plans for the evening. Kristi didn’t act like anything was going on so I
didn’t say anything to her in case Beth hadn’t planned to include her. The,
with about ten minutes to go, Kristi moved up to next to me and whispered in
my ear, “Well, are you ready for the REAL birthday party to start?“
I looked at her and she grinned that naughty grin she gets whenever she is
about to do something she knows she shouldn’t. Damn, did she know what
Beth’s plans were? She probably hadn't said anything until now so I wouldn’t
pump her for information all day. As dimwitted as my cousin was most of the
time, when you least expected it she would show glimmers of intelligence.
Given such moments were rare and far between, she was lucky to have a backup
plan to get through life – her pussy. OK, so maybe I’m being a little hard
on the whore but god, she could be SO stupid sometime! I loved her, though,
despite some of the things she did.
I’d told my mom about having to leave earlier so she was expecting it. She
didn’t seem all that surprised leaving me to wonder if SHE knew what was
going on as well. I went around and gave everyone a hug and a thank you for
being there for me. Needless to say, my Uncle Jim took advantage of the
opportunity to grab my ass again but it was just a quick squeeze and I
ignored him. My mom was the last and I thanked her for going through so much
trouble for me. She hugged me and I thought she was about to cry.
“Oh Kelly, I’m so sorry about your dad not being here,” she said, the tears
starting to form in her eyes.
I assured it that is was OK but deep down we both knew better. How could my
dad have missed my first birthday at home in five years? He was never this
inconsiderate towards me so I knew something must have been pretty important
at work to keep him away. He was one of the senior partners and it always
seemed like something or another was dragging him to the office. It was just
I was accustomed to him finding a way out of it when something really
important came up. I guess my birthday didn’t qualify as something “really”
important. After all, it was just my 23rd so what was the big deal?
“Beth’s here!” Kristi called out from the front door, “Let’s go Kelly!”
I waved goodbye to everyone as we went out the front door and I got in the
front seat with Beth while Kristi took the rear seat. Before putting on my
seatbelt, I turned to Beth with a determined look. “OK, so what is it?” I
asked, “When do I find out what’s going on?”
“Trust me, you’ll NEVER guess so just shut up and sit there,” Beth said in a
mockingly tough tone. The grin on her face softened her words and I knew she
was just giving me a hard time. Damn, what in the world was she up to now?
Between her and Kristi, ANYTHING was possible so she was probably right, I
never would guess so I accepted my fate and sat back and waited.
Chapter 3 –
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To my surprise, we ended up at Beth’s house, about the last place I was
expecting.
“Don’t worry, everyone is out tonight so we have the place to ourselves,”
Beth assured me.
It wasn't like I’d never been to her house before – she WAS my best friend
and all. It’s just that except for one little incident where I seduced her
father, it wasn't like we ever did anything naughty at her house other than
for the two of us to play in her room now and then. Well, maybe what she had
planned wasn't going to be naughty. If so, I was going to be disappointed!
Once inside her house she took us to the living room and I recalled the time
I managed to convince her dad to fuck me. I will always consider that one of
my better conquests as it prove once again that no matter how devoted and
religious the father, given the right temptation and opportunity they ALL
will succumb sooner or later.
“Earth to Kelly!” Beth called to me, snapping her fingers in front of my
face. I must have zoned out slightly thinking about me and her dad but now
she had my full attention. Actually, it was what she held in hand that had
my attention – a black blindfold.
“Oh nooooooo, you’ve GOT to be joking,” I said, putting my hands out in front
of me as if to ward some demon away. Indeed, it WAS like there was a demon
in front of me. It wasn't Beth’s fault. Other than my mom, I doubted if
anyone knew that I was deathly afraid of blindfolds and even if they did,
they couldn’t possibly know why. Once my dad had tried to blindfold me,
thinking it would be fun but I almost went berserk, ripping it off after a
few minutes and running from the room.
Briefly, almost four years ago I was working as an escort while at college.
I wasn’t doing it for the money so much as I was horny as hell living in such
a restrictive environment and I was just looking for some fun – sexy fun.
The first few clients went great until my fifth one who tied me up and
blindfolded me. That might have been OK except he then brought in several
more guys that I had no idea were waiting for me. They each proceeded to
rape me. I say I was raped in that I hadn't consented to them fucking me.
Had they been more open with me then who knows, maybe I would’ve agreed to
fuck them all anyway. The point is, I did NOT agree to have sex with them
and with the ropes and blindfold I was left totally helpless to do anything
about it. Ever since then, anytime a blindfold came near me I would
literally freak! It wasn't Beth’s fault, she had no idea what had happened
to me. Still, the sight of the blindfold terrified me.
“C’mon Kelly, what’s the big deal?” Kristi asked. I didn't really want to
explain and I knew they both had planned something for this evening that I
was about to ruin if I didn’t get my act together. I took a deep breath and
closed my eyes.
“OK, go for it,” I said, feeling like I was surrendering myself to my worst
nightmare, “But this had better be damn good!”
Both of my friends laughed and I felt ashamed of myself for being such a
freak. Here was my best friend and cousin who was more a sister to me and I
didn’t trust them. How ungrateful could I be? Beth wrapped the blindfold
around my head and my heart raced as my sight was taken away from me. God, I
felt so vulnerable!
“Well, now that we’re here and you’re ready, I guess I can tell you what our
present is for your birthday,” Beth said, sounding like she was standing
right in front of me. “Kelly, for one night the two of us are going to
pleasure you and fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
Despite the anxiety created by the blindfold, my pussy instantly reacted.
Wow, I couldn’t think of two girls I would rather be with tonight than Kristi
and Beth. We’d all been paired together numerous times in the past, but a
threesome like this was rather unusual. Actually, so unusual that I couldn’t
recall when we had ever done it and I would have certainly remembered if we
had. Well, maybe at a party but that would have been the three of us hooking
up between other groupings. So far as a night set aside for just the three
of us, this was a first.
“But why the blindfold?” I had to ask. Personally, it would be even better
if they would let me take it off. I couldn’t see the point in wearing it.
“Because tonight WE are going to pleasure YOU.” Kristi answered, “No
distractions, nothing but you just laying back and letting us take care of
you.”
It made sense I guess. Having my sense of sight removed would allow me to
focus on my other senses. It’s not like I didn't know what they looked like
naked or anything. I still felt a little queasy with the blindfold on but as
time went by, I was starting to adjust and it didn’t hurt when I felt someone
kissing me. Although they were about the same height, I knew right away it
was Beth from the way her big boobs pressed against me. Kristi may have a
smoking hot body, but her boobs were not even in the same league as Beth’s.
Actually, mine weren't either but that’s another story.
“Here, let me help you out of those things while you guys make out,” Kristi
said as I felt her small hands unbuttoning my blouse and then taking it off
of me, leaving me topless in just my jeans and heels. It wasn't long before
the jeans were being pulled down and as I stepped out of them, I could feel
her hands loosening my heels and slipping them off as well such that I was
now standing stark naked in the middle of the room.
Beth and I kissed and fondled each other with her hands wandering all over me
as mine were doing the same to her. Even though we were best friends, we
actually rarely had sex together, at least not one-on-one. I guess our
relationship was already so close that we both realized adding in sex would
only lead to issues we didn't want to have to deal with. Of course, just as
I did with my other friends we masturbated together a lot growing up – and I
mean a LOT, but we never touched each other until a few years ago. It just
shows how you can have a close, intimate relationship with a girlfriend
without including sex.
In the meantime, I heard a rustling and a belt loosening and I figured Kristi
must have been stripping off her clothes as well. My listening skills were
proven to be correct as Beth and Kristi traded places and I felt Kristi's
bare breasts pressed against mine. God she felt like a child compared to
Beth! How many times had she and had sex together yet this was the first
time I had ever been with her without my sight. It WAS more erotic, I had to
grant them that.
It didn’t take long for Beth to strip and the two of them guided me to the
floor where Beth had spread out what felt like a thin foam mattress, the kind
you see in camping stores. It was nice thought as the hardwood floor would
have felt awfully HARD after a while – as I knew from personal experience.
For what seemed like an hour or more, it was I was their personal sex toy as
they laid on each side of me, rubbing their pussies up against me and
touching and licking me all over. It was funny how even though I was
blindfolded, I still had a pretty good idea most of the time as to who was
doing what to me. I’d had sex with Kristi so many times I knew her little
moves and technique, especially when it came to licking pussy. I like to
think I suck cock better than Kristi but when it comes to licking pussy, I
have to bow before her greatness. It’s not that Beth was a slacker, not by
any means, but Kristi was a one of a kind when it came to oral sex. Several
times I tried to reciprocate and make them feel good as well but each time I
was gently pushed away, sometimes with a quiet, “It’s YOUR night.”
How many times did I cum that first hour, well I can’t even begin to say as I
lost count early on. Besides, it wasn't like each was separate and distinct
as sometimes one would die down and then another emerge as they switched
places or did something unique to stimulate me yet again. I felt incredible,
absolutely phenomenal, as my two closest friends in the world treated me to
an evening of pure bliss. I loved it when both of them were sucking on my
boobs, Kristi on one while Beth had the other. My nipples were at a state
where just brushing against them was about enough to drive me over the edge
again so you can imagine how horny I was. Heck, I could even go for Kristi’s
strap-on about now so you KNOW how desperate I was to be laid.
My hips were gyrating as they sucked and fondled my boobs, dreaming of a cock
buried deep in me. Their warm soft bodies felt so sensual as they pressed up
against me, wrapping their legs over me and thrusting their crotches up
against me.
Chapter 4 – Who the Hell Fucked Me?
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“Hmmm, I think someone needs to be fucked,” Kristi snickered, obviously
seeing my hips doing their thing and easily deducing my needs.
“Well, what are we going to do about it Kristi?” Beth answered her back. It
was like listening to a bad comedy sketch between presenters at the Academy
Awards but it was fun anyway. I still had the blindfold on and I was about
to reach up and take it off but Beth grabbed my hand and pinned me back down
again.
“Not yet my Kelly,” she admonished me, “the blindfold stays on until you've
been fucked properly.”
Now what the heck did “properly” mean? I was about to ask when I found out.
My legs were pushed apart and then lifted up in the air and over my head. No
sooner was I in “the position” than something was trying to push its way into
my pussy! Damn, had Kristi gone and gotten the strap-on while Beth was
distracting me? I started to reach down to feel what it was but Beth pulled
my hands back and pinned me down with my hands behind my head.
A brief surge of panic ran through me as visions of my hands being bound by a
rope appeared in my head but they quickly disappeared as I was penetrated
further. From the warmth and feel of it, whatever was pushing into my pussy
wasn't some plastic dildo, it was a REAL cock! OMG, what the hell was going
on? Who in the world was fucking me?
“What the hell, who’s fucking me?” I burst out, struggling against Beth’s
grip but she had the advantage over me and kept my arms pinned down.
“Guess right and you can take the blindfold off!” Kristi teased me. How the
hell was I suppose to know who it was? Beth was really into the sex party
scene and it could have been any one of a hundred guys for all I knew.
Whoever it was, he didn't say a word but instead, started stroking himself in
and out of me. Other than my “rape” experience, no man had ever fucked me
blindfolded and once again, I found myself understanding why Beth wanted my
sight removed. Concentrating totally on my crotch and his dick was so much
easier without having to worry about what he looked like, or even who he was.
In fact, NOT knowing who he was made it even MORE erotic. Granted, I’ve been
fucked by a lot of guys I didn’t know at the time, but never by one I
couldn’t even see what he looked like (again ignoring my rape).
I found myself fantasizing about my secret lover. Was he old or young? God,
what if they had pulled a trick on me and gotten one of Kristi's young boys
to fuck me! Now I’ll admit that I enjoy fantasizing about fucking boys that
young but in reality, I have never fucked one younger than sixteen. A few
times Kristi had tempted me with her latest conquest, “fresh from the
playground” as I use to tease her, but it would be the end of my teaching
career if I was ever caught with a kid that young.
As the mystery dick continued to fuck me, I started thinking that maybe he
was old, like REALLY old, maybe in his sixties even. I don’t know where they
would have found such a guy but when it came to Beth and Kristi, nothing
would have surprised me.
Whether it was the actual fucking that got me off or the emotional whirlwind
that I was caught up in, but whatever it was my next orgasm was the best so
far – DAMN it was good! The guy even had to stop momentarily as my pussy
clamped down on his dick like a vise. It must have felt good because he
grunted, the first sound of any kind he had made so far. I was still cumming
when I sensed something was over me and then I smelled it and knew what it
was – one of my friends was about to sit on my face!
“Mmmmmmm, let me rub my pussy on your face,” I heard Kristi say as I felt her
bare cunt press down against my mouth and nose. Mmmmmmm, she smelled
incredible. I LOVE tasting pussy, especially my own, so it was a treat for
me to reach out with my tongue and lick her wet slit. Meanwhile, I felt
Beth’s hair on my stomach as she put her mouth down by my crotch, licking my
clit as my mystery man continued to fuck me, still without making another
sound after that quick grunt. Let’s see now... I had a pussy on my face, a
dick in my pussy, and a tongue on my clit. Yep, I’d died and gone to heaven!
“I think he’s about to cum,” Beth warned me. No doubt he’d signaled to her
and she was relaying the news flash to me. It didn’t matter, he was going to
do what he was going to do to me regardless of what I wanted.
Face it, I’d lost all control of what was happening to me long ago when the
blindfold was first put on me. Sure enough, a few second later he thrust
hard inside of me, pushing his stiff cock deep into my wet pussy and I felt
him thrust himself against me time after time as he came inside of me. God,
whose sperm was it that was flooding my pussy? Just who was mating me? I
wanted so bad to rip off the blindfold but I knew it would only spoil the
moment if I did.
After he had cum, he pulled out of me and I felt Beth licking his cum from my
pussy as I grunted and pushed it out for her as best I could. Meanwhile,
Kristi was fingering her clit as she rode my face and I could tell she was
getting herself off as well. I felt overwhelmed as it was like every part of
me was being stimulated sexually.
I was exhausted, mentally and physically. Damn, what a birthday present.
Well, I may be 23 now but I guess I can still be naïve. They weren't done
with me – not yet at least.
“C’mon, roll over slut,” Kristi said, lifting herself off my face and
twisting my shoulders.
“Who are you calling a slut, whore?” I teased her back as I somehow found the
strength to turn over onto my stomach.
“Up on your knees,” Beth demanded, “C’mon, you don’t fool me. Don’t forget,
we’ve both see you do a lot more than this before so quit pretending you’re
too tired!”
I grinned at her as I was sure she was doing, even without being able to see
her. I figured whoever it was must be wanting to fuck me again and who was I
to turn down a nice hard dick. Now more than ever I was convinced it must be
one of Kristi’s boys or a stud from Beth’s sex parties as an older guy would
have needed some time to get the fires burning again – at least so far as his
erection was concerned.
Sure enough, it was no surprise to me when I felt the head of his dick
pressing against my pussy from behind. I moved my legs further apart to make
it easier for him. As wet as I was and with his first load of cum still
draining from me, his dick slipped in easily. Quickly he started to fuck me,
stroking at a fast pace, in and out of me. It only took me a few seconds to
realize this wasn’t the same guy! His dick just felt different in me, like
it was a different size, maybe a little thinner but longer? He also had a
different pace than the first guy did. Every guy seems to have his own
distinct style when he fucks a girl, whether he realizes it or not. For
instance, as many times as my dad had fucked me, I was pretty sure I could
pick him out of a “lineup” just by sucking his dick or having him fuck me and
recognizing the distinctiveness of his dick.
“Now who’s fucking me?” I couldn’t resist asking, if nothing else to show
them I knew what was happening. Let THEM figure out how I knew.
This time it was Beth who answered but with the same message saying, “Nope.
Like you were told earlier, tell us who it is and you can take off the
blindfold if you’re right.”
“Well, just as before I had no idea whose dick was in me and actually, it was
to the point I didn’t even want to know. There was something about having a
totally unknown man fucking me that was increasingly erotic the more I did
it. It was almost like those videos my dad has of girls at “glory holes”
where they suck dicks poking through a hole in the wall and never see the
guy, sometimes even backing up to them and fucking them. Well, in my case it
was even more erotic as not only didn’t I get to see the guy, I didn’t even
get to see or touch his dick!
He was pounding me pretty good and I tried to match up with his rhythm,
moving in opposite directions such that when we came together he would slam
into my butt and make a slapping sound. It felt great and I knew I was about
to cum again when I heard something in front of me, like a wet sucking sound
and I knew what it was right away.
“Alright, which of you is cheating and getting fucked?” I called out in a
teasing voice. I was answered with several giggles and then Beth answered
saying, “Do I really have to tell you?”
Of course she didn’t have to tell me. It would be just like my cousin to
take advantage of the situation and get herself a quickie while she could.
Put that girl anywhere near a hard dick and it wasn't long before she was
riding it. I had to wonder if it was the first guy she was fucking or maybe
even a third. Damn, were there more waiting in the wings? How many guys did
they have lined up to fuck me?
It was perfect as I came just as the guy started pumping his cum in me.
After a couple of squirts he pulled out and I felt his remaining cum strike
me on my butt and asshole. I guess it turned him on but I would have been
just as happy if he had given it all to me inside my pussy. I supposed he
was one of those “cream pie” pervs so while I was nursing the small orgasm he
had produced in me, I used the opportunity to bear down and squeeze the cum
he had left in me out of me as much as possible. I could feel the cum
dripping down my pussy and then probably down on the pad under me.
Was there to be any more? Now it was like I was in the zone and I think they
could have brought in an entire train of guys and I would have fucked them
all. But it wasn’t to happen as I felt Kristi lifting the blindfold off of
me. I immediately looked around, wondering who it was that had fucked me but
there was no sign of anyone.
“Sorry, you’ll just have to wonder for the rest of your life who they were,”
Beth said, a big grin on her face.
“That’s not fair,” I whined, pretending to be upset but in reality, I was
feeling pretty incredible at that moment. What fantastic friends I have!
After we had cleaned up a bit and gotten dressed, we sat around and just
talked about this and that, the way good friends do. It was killing me to
find out whose dicks had cum in me earlier but neither of them would tell me.
Sooner or later I would get them to talk, but for tonight it appeared I just
had to go home with cum in me from a pair of total strangers – and in this
case I mean TOTAL strangers.
Suddenly it dawned on me who it might have been. Of course, no wonder we had
to go to her house for the evening.
“It was your dad and brother, wasn't it?” I accused Beth, smirking at her and
feeling pretty good about myself for having figured out the mystery on my
own. Beth suddenly got this weird look on her face and I knew I had it all
wrong. Worse, I apparently had guessed at someone even SHE hadn't expected?
“MY dad?” she said incredulously, “You’ve GOT to be kidding. Damn it Kelly,
you know how I felt about it when you fucked my dad even that one time so why
in the world would you even THINK that? Why Kelly?”
Uh oh, I’d really messed up and stuck my foot in my mouth this time. Rather
than saying any more and digging my hole of shame deeper, I just shrugged
sheepishly and while it was tense for a few moments, it seemed to pass and we
ignored it after that. Needless to say, it was the last name I threw out
THAT idea.
From the amused look on Kristi’s face, I was becoming more and more convinced
at least one of them was one of her boy toys. God, just how young had he
been? I knew Kristi was still fucking boys as young as fourteen, probably
even younger for all I knew, so had she taken advantage of the situation to
drag me into her little harem? Well, I could always claim I was coerced into
it although I doubt if anyone had witnessed the event that it would stand up
in court.
I looked at Kristi again and the naughty grin deepened. Yeah, that's what it
was. No wonder he hadn't said anything. I would have known immediately from
the high pitched voice it was a young boy. Leave it to my whore of a cousin
to pull this on me. Even so, it didn’t explain who the other guy was. That
is, unless she had brought in two of them.
Beth finally returned me to my parent’s around midnight so I could pick up my
car and get home. The street lights were bright enough that I could see my
dad’s SUV parked in the garage. Well, he must have finally gotten home.
Better late than never I guess. Since the lights were on I went inside to
say goodnight where I found he and my mom waiting for me in the kitchen with
a small birthday cake that had only one candle on it. Honestly, it felt
better than seeing the forest fire that was on my earlier cake!
My dad hugged me and then kissed me passionately in front of my mom. He then
wished me happy birthday and apologized over and over, claiming a client
overseas had needed help and with the time difference he couldn’t get home
for my birthday party. Then he handed me a small box and said he hoped it
would make me feel better. I eagerly opened it up and inside wasn’t some
sweater or blouse but rather the sexiest pair of panties and bra I could have
asked for. They were bone-colored, trimmed with lace, and so light and sheer
it was like I wasn't holding anything in my hand. The bra was strapless and
the panties would barely cover anything, although it didn't matter as you
could see right through it anyway.
“Oh daddy! I love them!” I exclaimed as I held them up against me for him to
see.
“I think they would look better ON you though, don’t you?” he offered.
Well of course they would but this exchange was part of our little ritual.
Starting back when I was seven or eight my dad would buy me sexy outfits and
have me model them for him. When I was younger, it was just modeling and
maybe a little teasing but once we started having sex the outfits usually
didn't stay on me for very long. Something told me that tonight I would
barely get use to the feel of these and they would disappear before I knew
it.
I squealed like a little girl on Christmas morning as I ran up the stairs to
change. My parents weren't far behind and sure enough, I think my present
was on me for maybe a minute, but definitely not more than two. It wasn't
long before I was thanking him for his gift as only his daughter can –
sucking his incestuous cock.
There was just one thing that made me curious, his crotch smelled of sex
already when I first started sucking him. Hmmmmmm, had my horny dad fucked
my mom before I came home or what? Before I had time to ponder it further I
was being fucked by my dad and for once I spent the night between my parents
– a treat for me that was like their birthday gift from both of them to me.
As I laid there with his dick up against my back and my mom’s boobs pressing
against mine, I thought some more about his crotch odor. There was also
something about the way he was fucking me that was like déjà vu all over
again. Duh! It finally dawned on me – I knew the identity of one of the
guys who had fucked me at Beth’s house!
Just one last question... Who was the other guy?
THE END
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