New Yearıs Eve Birthday

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The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further! 

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This is the ninth in my ³(insert name) Birthday² series.  The first eight are ³Valentine Birthday², ³Easter Birthday², ³Double Birthday², ³4th of July Birthday², ³Spring Trash Pick-Up Birthday², ³Betty Boop Birthday², ³Messy Computer Birthday² and ³Magical Mystery Birthday.²  Readers have suggested themes to expand the series.  In this episode, Mr. Marcus is stranded with his hostsı daughter at the stroke of midnight on New Yearıs Eve.  Iıll make the obvious pun later.

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My wife is our familyıs social secretary and planner.  New Yearıs Eve festivities were no exception.

³Harvey, dear, weıve been invited to the Bangers' for New Years.²

³The Bangers?  Who are they?²

³Their daughter Wanda used to go to school with Anna, but they moved downtown.  This is a reunion for the girls, and a chance for the parents to meet, if they havenıt already.²

Oh, great!  Just what I want to do - meet the folks of the young ladies Iıve deflowered.  And then there were Breeıs mother Juliet, one down and Sallyıs mom, one waiting to go.  This was not going to be a comfortable evening.  ³Sounds terrific.²

³By the way, itıs black tie.²

³You mean I have to rent a tux?²

³Yes, and Anna and I are buying new dresses.²

³So weıll be starting the new year in debt?²

³Just think of it as our contribution to the economy.²

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I pulled the family sedan up to the newest high rise on the lakefront.  There were patches of gravel, hand-painted signs and concrete barriers.

³Is this building even open?² I asked.  ³The garage looks like itıs still under construction.²

³The Bangers moved in early.  Most of the other condos are empty,² said Anna.  ³I helped on moving day.²

The unfinished walls of the elevator covered with pads verified Annaıs comment.  It was a long ride up, and I thought I felt my ears pop.  I took the opportunity to look at my two female companions.  My wife had gone classic, with a black beaded dress.  Iıd promised myself to reward her for her unwitting patience and understanding by saving myself for her.  She was going to get lucky when we got home.  Iıd avoided liaisons with Annaıs friends and given up masturbation for several weeks.  Yes, I was horny as hell, anxious for the party to end so I could find relief with my spouse.  Anna was not constrained by the formal dress code.  She had picked a long light blue high-necked sleeveless gown with a slit up the side.  I tried not to crane my head to check out her ass.

The elevator doors opened on forty-six.  We followed the footprints on the dusty plywood corridors and the hand-printed signs to the Bangersı condo.  The doorbell button hung away from the wall at the end of a pair of wires.  I knocked to avoid possible electric shock.  Once was enough.

The door opened.  Anna almost knocked our hostess over as she bolted into the apartment, wobbling on mid-level heels.

³Hi, Anna.  Nice to see you again,² she addressed the blur.  ³Iım Trudy Banger.  You must be the Marcusıs.²

³Yes, Iım Harriet and this is Harvey.²

³Come on in.  I donıt know where my husband is.  Thatıs my daughter Wanda over there.²  She pointed to a young lady with glasses in a strapless pink gown milling around with some familiar bodies.  ³Can I get you a drink?²

My wife had offered to be the designated driver, but driving at night isnıt her favorite.  I told her Iıd stick to non-alcoholic beverages.  Besides, she might enjoy herself more later if she was slightly inebriated.  So long as she didnıt overdo it and pass out.  I had needs and plans to care for them.

I wandered over to the large picture windows facing the east and south, providing views of the lake and the city.  It was breathtaking, and disconcerting for anyone with a fear of heights.  Trudy handed me a diet cola with a wedge of lemon.

³Terrific view!²

³Now you can see why we pushed to move in as soon as possible.  At least for now, we donıt have any neighbors to deal with either.  By the way, I told your wife, you shouldnıt wander around the other condos.  Theyıre still under construction and could be dangerous.²

³Got it.  Thanks for the warning.²

My back got slapped hard and some of my diet soda came over the edge of my glass.  My fists clenched.  I had to open one of them to accept the hand extended to me in greeting.

³Hi, Iım Dick Banger.²

³Harvey Marcus.  Nice to meet you.²

³Like the view?  I optimized the unit selection based on a miles-per-dollar to the horizon.  We got the best deal in the whole building.²

³Nice computing.  Did you invite the neighbors?²

³Neighbors?   There arenıt any - ha ha, thatıs a good one, Harvey.  Youıre okay.²

The pain from the first slap doubled with Dickıs show of amusement on the same place on my back.  He walked away to assault other guests.

The view inside the apartment was as nice as the skyline.  It was difficult to be in the same room with all of the young women Iıd been intimate with and not be affected, especially given my recent short-term celibacy.  Bree, Marci, Ruthie, Amanda, and Anna were in a cluster.  Wanda hung close to her friends, occasionally pushing her glasses up on her nose.  The buzzing among them was obvious.  I shifted my weight nervously, wondering if I was a subject of their conversations.

I circulated, trying not to show embarrassment or interest in Breeıs mother, Juliet McCarthy, or Sallyıs mom, Vicky on the arm of her husband Harry.

As if in a choreographed dance, the young women peeled from the cluster and came over to greet me.  They each teased me in turn on purpose, touching my arm or shoulder, even leaning against me.  Wanda was the only one who didnıt participate.  There was a collective giggle when the group reassembled back where they had started.

³You sure are popular with Annaıs friends,² Trudy commented.

³Not any more than anyone elseıs father,² I protested.  The frequency of opportunities they took to interact with me and not them belied my claim.

People got more casual as the night moved closer to the magic hour.  My tux jacket hung over the back of a dining room chair, my tux tie was removed and the top button of my shirt open.  After a couple of hours pouring diet soda down my throat after handfuls of salty snacks, I needed a bathroom.  I wandered the hallways of the apartment.  Both the bedroom master bath and the second bath were occupied with lines waiting.  Iıd procrastinated too long and couldnıt wait any longer.

There must be another bathroom completed somewhere on the floor, I figured.  As long as I was careful where I stepped, I should be okay.

I snuck out the front door and wandered down the hall, where the dusty wood floor became carpet.  This was a favorable sign.  At the end of the hall was a partially open door with a wooden doorstop.  I pushed the door all the way open and walked in as it closed behind me.  Past the entrance was a large finished room.

This looks like a common room for parties.  There must be a bathroom here, I thought.  Sure enough, just past the entrance was a short corridor leading to menıs and womenıs facilities.  These doors were also held open by wooden doorstops.  For privacy, I kicked the doorstop out and entered a lavish bathroom.  Not only were there three toilets, three urinals, and three washbasins but a large flat area for diaper changing and a glass-enclosed shower.  I did my business despite my semi-permanent erection, thankful for relief.  I washed my hands and threw the paper towels into the trashcan.

It was only when I reached for the door handle that I saw the problem.  There was none.  The door was flush with the jam.  And, it opened in.  I was stuck!  Damn, I should have listened to the Bangers.  Despite the lack of sense, I made a running charge at the door.  Pain was added to feelings of stupidity.  I sat down in one of the toilet stalls and waited.

About a half hour later, I heard noises above my head.  They were shuffling and banging sounds.  Oh great, the place has rats.  But these sounds were too big to be made by small rodents.  With a clang, a metal grate covering an overhead air duct hit the tile floor.

³Hello?² came a voice from above.

³Yes, hello.  Iım here.²

³Iım going to come down feet first.  Catch me.²

I stood beneath the opening and looked up.  It was a young ladyıs legs.  My view went all the way up to her panties under pantyhose.

³Iım ready,² I shouted.

³Okay, Iım letting myself down.²

By reaching up, I could grab her shoeless foot.  As she descended, I let my hands slide up the backs of her legs.  I was clutching her calves.

³Iım letting go.  Do you have me?²

³Yes, Iıve got you.  Go ahead.²

She dropped fast, my hands sliding up her dress, until her buttocks were safely in my palms and her chest was in my face.  Her glasses flew from her face and shattered on the hard tile floor.

³Shit, those were new.  Now everything is fuzzy.²

My hands were still full of her ass as I enjoyed a close up look at her miniature cleavage.

³You can put me down now.²  Was there hostility in her voice?  I lowered her and noticed that there was a rope around her waist.   She pulled her dress down and smoothed it.  Her dress was all dusty.  I stifled a sneeze.

³Are you Ms. Pinocchio or a real girl?²

She scrunched up her eyebrows.

³The rope?²

³Oh, that was so I wouldnıt get lost up there.²  She unknotted the cord and let it dangle from the opening.

³Speaking of lost, how did you find me?²

³Your wife went looking.  The dusty footprints on the rug gave you away.  The door to the party room is on a passcard system, but it isnıt working yet.  My folks canıt get in.  Theyıve called the building management, but they wonıt get here for a while.²

³Yeah, especially on New Yearıs Eve.²

She nodded.

³Youıre Wanda?²

³Oh, yeah, hi, pleased to meet you.²

We shook hands, quite a comedown from holding her ass in my hands and her chest against my face.  I noticed Wanda was scratching herself, her arms and neck.

³Whatıs the matter?²

³I was up there, you know, crawling around, trying to find my way here, to let you know we were trying to get you out.  Thereıs a lot of exposed insulation up there.  I must have gotten fiberglass all over me.²

³Well, the best thing you can do is wash it off.²  Now I was scratching at my neck and my hands.  ³Seems like some of it rubbed off on me.²

Wanda took some paper towels, got them wet, and wiped down her arms and neck.

³This isnıt working.  And I got some on my legs too.²    She lifted her skirt as she ran her hands up and down the nylon.  Her scratching was more animated, and seeing her scratch made me want to scratch all the more.

³Why donıt you take a shower?²

³Oh, youıd like me to get undressed, wouldnıt you?²

³Huh?²

³Like you donıt know what the other girls told me about you.²

Loose lips.  How did they describe it?

³I donıt know what they told you, Wanda, but in most cases they chased me.  I didnıt go looking to make love to them.²

³Love?  They donıt describe it as love.  More like pure, unadulterated sex.²

³But I waited until they were adults.²  Wanda didnıt even smile at my joke.

³Why, you might have done this on purpose, just to get me alone with you so you could do the same thing to me.²  Now her hands were folded across her chest, pushing her breasts higher behind the neckline of her dress.

³So how did I know that theyıd send you?  They could have sent Ruthie.  Sheıs small.²

Wanda gave my reply some thought.

³Okay, so maybe you didnıt get locked in on purpose.  But just because tomorrow is my birthday is no reason -²

Oh my!  

³Did the others volunteer you to come find me?² I asked.

³Yes, they suggested it and -²  We came to the realization at the same time.

³Weıve been set up!²

³I donıt like being manipulated,² I said.

³Neither do I.  So now what?²

³I think you need to take that shower before you injure yourself.²  

Wanda looked at the red scratches on her arms.  ³I guess youıre right.  But Iım going to leave my undies on.  No free show for you.²

³No problem.  Iıll even turn my back.²  I still had a clear view in the large mirror over the sinks.

Wanda unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor.  ³Iıll put it on the side so I donıt get reinfected.²  She peeled her pantyhose down her legs and threw them in the same pile.  She also unpinned her hair and let it fall in cascades to her shoulders.  She wore only pink panties and a strapless underwire push up bra.

The shower door opened and shut with a metallic click.

³At least the water works.²  A sample size bar of soap was in the tray.  Wanda lathered up her hands and rubbed the lucky soap all over her body.  She rinsed and turned the water off.  Her bra and panties were soaked, effectively becoming transparent.  Two Hersheyıs Kiss-sized bumps appeared from inside Wandaıs bra.  Pussy hair padded out the front of her wet panties.  

³Thatıs much better.  The itching is almost completely gone.  Could you please hand me a towel?²

I glanced around the room.  No linens.  I pulled a dozen sheets of paper from the dispenser on the wall and presented them to her.

³Iım afraid thatıs all weıve got.²

³Great!²  Wanda used all of them plus a few more to get herself mostly dry.  Then she walked into a toilet stall and shut the door.

³There, now you have privacy.  More than you gave me!  Go ahead and shower.²

I stripped naked and took my turn.  There were few paper towels left.  Rather than get my underwear wet, I sat down on the changing counter and placed one paper towel over my crotch.

³Iım done.²

³I know.  I heard the water shut off.²

³Are you going to sit in that stall until weıre rescued?²

³Yes I am.  Iım not going to become another one of your conquests.²

³Is that what you think happened?  That I seduced your friends?  Let me get one thing straight between us.²  It was already straight, hard and throbbing.  ³In every case, I was either set up or it was an accident.²

³Oh sure.  How does somebody accidentally stick their penis into a young womanıs vagina?²

³I guess you had to be there.²

³Well, Iım not going there.  I mean here.  Oh, you know what I mean.²

³No problem.  Iım not interested.²  My erection bounced.

We sat in silence.  A curiosity question came to mind.  ³When someone opens that door, how will you explain the fact that weıre both undressed?²

Wanda unlatched the door and came out.  Her undies were still clinging to her nubile body.  My paper towel bounced.  Wanda was still considering my question when the rope that had been tied to her waist began to move.  

³Someone is pulling your string.²

She squinted, walked over and took hold of it.

³Thereıs something attached to the end of the rope.  Itıs heavy.²

³Then donıt pull it too far or itıll fall on you.²

³I know.  Iım not stupid.²

The folks at the other end of the rope were pretty smart.  Theyıd attached a cloth bag to the rope but not at the end.  That way, they could lower the contents of the bag down to us without damage.

³Did they send an ax?²

³No.  Thereıs a bottle of champagne, two plastic cups, a couple of plastic containers with some food and a note.²  She held the piece of paper up to her nose.  ³The note says Have a good time together.  The locksmith wonıt be here for several hours.  Anna.ı²

³See, I told you I didnıt set you up.²

³Thereıs a P. S.²

³Yeah?²

³ıAsk my dad to tell you the Betty Boop weekend story.ı  Whatıs that?²

³Thereıs room over here for both of us to sit.  Iıd prefer not to holler the details.  They can probably hear us through the ducts.²

Wanda sat at one end of the counter, me at the other.  Our knees were barely touching.  She leaned her head closer, focusing on my paper tent.

³I spent Annaıs 18th birthday weekend with her, Bree, Sally, and Marci.  We played a game where I was supposed to guess who was who.  They were all wearing the same costume.²

³So how did you figure it out?  I mean, by voice or - oh no.  You didnıt do it by -?

³Yes, by touch.  Intimate touch.  And if I got it wrong, weıd play again.  For the subsequent games, they were naked and I wore a blindfold.²

My paper towel was waving back and forward, higher than before.

³All weekend?²

³Yep.  I was exhausted.  At least they got to share the load, if you will.²

The underwire bra kept sliding down due to the added weight of the water.  Wanda was constantly pulling it back up, only to have it slide back down.

³Oh, the hell with it.  Theyıre only tits, and itıs obvious youıve seen tits before.²  Wanda reached behind her back and unhooked the device.  It fell in her lap.  

³Only tits?  Theyıre very nice.²

³Thanks, but compliments will get you nowhere.  Youıre still not getting into my panties.²  Still, her eyes were focused on my bobbing erection, which had now made a small wet spot in the tent.

³I told you, Iım saving myself for later.  Whether we do something or not, the girls will talk.²
  
Wanda nodded.  Her breasts barely jiggled.  She leaned closer, still squinting.  She was almost on top of it.  ³Youıre leaking.²

³Yes, that happens when a man gets sexually aroused.²

³I know.  I took Sex Ed.  Got an A.²

³In the course work or the lab?²

³What lab?  Oh, youıre teasing me again.²  She finally smiled, at the thought of a Sex Ed lab.

³Iıd have been happy to help you with your homework.  For the lab, I mean.²

³I bet you would have, if you werenıt so busy fucking my friends.²

Wanda looked over at the stuff Anna had sent us.

³Iım thirsty.  Pour us some drinks.  Itıs getting close to midnight.  We should toast the new year.²

I scooted off the counter, letting the paper towel fall from my erection.  Wanda opened her mouth but no words came out.  I picked up the bottle and checked the label.  Anna had sent sparkling cider, not champagne.  I popped the cork anyway and filled two glasses.

³Can I have the cork?²

I gave Wanda the plastic plug.  ³Here.²  She put it on her index finger as a decoration.  Wanda downed the bubbly liquid in one gulp.

³Ooh, that tickles my nose.  More please.²

I refilled her glass.

³How long until midnight?²

³About a minute.²

She emptied her glass again.

³This stuff is good.  More.² She stepped over, stumbling into me.  Her naked skin against mine gave me goose bumps.  I did as she asked.  We counted down together, using my watch as a guide.

³Happy New Year, Mr. Marcus.  So what would you be doing now, if you werenıt stuck in here with me?²

³Iıd probably be kissing my wife.  Then, weıd help clean up and go home.²

³Okay.²  Wanda got on her tippy toes, put her arms around my neck and planted her mouth on mine.  It was a fine kiss.   Better than fine.  It was intoxicating.  My penis was rubbing against her belly at random.  She kept her arms around my neck but pulled back.

³And your wife would get that?²  She pointed to my erection, touching the tip with her plastic cork finger.

³Yes, as a matter of fact, Iım planning on fucking her real good with this.²  I shook my hips just enough to thump my erection into her.

³Not if youıre stuck in here all night with me you wonıt.²

I paused to consider her comment and her growing false inebriation.

³You know, Iıve never had alcohol before.  Is this what it feels like to be drunk?²

I didnıt want to embarrass her so I didnıt tell her we werenıt drinking a non-alcoholic beverage.

³Free and easy, right?² I asked.

³Yep, thatıs how I feel.  Free and easy.  Would you think less of me if I was easy, Mr. Marcus?²

³No, Wanda, never.²

³The girls, they all told me how special they felt, when you did them on their birthdays.  I lied before.  They felt a tenderness, not just sex.²

³I knew that.  It was mutual.  I have great respect for them.²  And their creativity and cunning.

Wanda looked up at me with demanding eyes.  ³Mr. Marcus, I want to feel tenderness too.²

³Are you sure?  You were so adamant -²

³Maybe itıs the bubbly, or the wicked thoughts Iıve been having ever since I dropped in on you and felt you hands on me.  Are you still saving yourself for later?² 

I glanced at my watch.  ³There isnıt that much later left, my dear.²  I lied.  ³Letıs get you started slowly.  That way, you can always chicken out.²

³Me?  Chicken?  Never!²

She definitely was already plucked.  ³Maybe they sent us something interesting we can use.²

³Food?  Like hot dogs?  Gross!²

³No, I already have your wiener right here.  I meant something we can use in foreplay.²

I looked at the food containers.  One was liver pate.  ³Why donıt you get back up on the counter?²

I used a finger to spread a dollop of the meaty paste on each of Wandaıs erect nipples.  Then I sucked the appetizer off, continuing the licking well past the time Iıd swallowed and her nipples were clean.

³Oh, oh, oh my, they feel like theyıre going to burst.  I think my panties are wet, and not from the shower.²

³Letıs see.²

Wanda raised her hips and slid the damp garment down her legs.  She spread her legs in a shy way, sucking on the plastic cork still on her finger.  I moved my hand between her legs and ran a finger up the bush-covered slit.

³Youıre right.  You must have enjoyed that.²

I went back to the bag.  One container had long thick cantaloupe slices.

³Why donıt we start with something soft and juicy?²

³And then move to hard and juicy?²  Wanda took hold of my erection as I slid a slice into her.  She started bucking her hips, trying to fuck the fruit.  I noticed she was moaning and grunting louder.

³Shhh, theyıll hear you.²

³I canıt help it.  It feels so good I want to scream.  When I play with myself at night, I have to bury my face in a pillow or my parents would hear me.²

Wandaıs actions had taken all of the stiffness out of the melon segment.  I removed the spent pulp, replacing it with my tongue.  The combination of the sweet melon and pungent sex odors were delicious.  Wandaıs hips moved up and back, as my tongue made a trip up and down her lips, flicking at where I thought her clitoris would be.

³Woooooow!²

³Wanda, be quiet!  Youıll get us both in trouble.²

³Sorry.  I donıt even know Iım doing it.  Iıll try.  Can we do it now, for real?²

³Okay, if youıre ready.²

³You know, I wouldnıt be doing this if I was sober.  One more drink, for courage.²

Wanda hopped down, went over to the bottle, brought it to her lips and chugged the remainder.  She burped loudly, and then giggled.

³How should we do this?²

³Thereıs no place to lie down comfortably.  Why donıt you lean against the counter and Iıll enter from the rear?²

³Not my ass!  Not with that monster!²

³No, your sweet pussy, just from behind.²

Wanda assumed the position, hands on the counter, legs spread.  I moved in behind her and positioned my penis between her lips.  Her cunt was throbbing in syncopation with my cock.  ³Lean back a little, so I can -²

She squatted and took almost half.

³Oooohhhhhhhh, thatıs nice.  I canıt believe it fits.  Thereıs more, right?  All the way, Mr. Marcus, put it in all the way.²

I did as requested.

³Did I take it all?  Goodie!  Now fuck me so I cum.²

I held her hips and started the thrusting motion.  Over and over, I pistoned my throbbing dick into her.  With each thrust, Wanda shouted, getting louder each time.  My hands moved from her hips to her nipples, tweaking them between my fingertips.

³Wanda, I know youıre enjoying this, but canıt you enjoy it a little quieter.²

³Am I good, Mr. Marcus?  Am I as good as the others?  I want to know.²

³Youıre terrific, Wanda.  As good as any of them.  Better than some.²  I didnıt name names.

³This is so hot.  Iım so hot.  Donıt stop.  I want you to fuck me all night and into the morning.²

My dick was steel, prepared for this event, just with another partner.  Wanda was getting the benefit instead of my wife, and probably enjoying it more than she would have.  I was getting ready to dump my load, and I didnıt really want to do that inside this naive young lady.  Her volume was on the rise again.  I put my hand over her mouth, as a hint.  Wanda reciprocated by biting down on my finger.  Now I was the one shouting.

³Owwwwwwww.²  She might have even drawn blood.

³Sorry, Mr. Marcus.  I didnıt mean it.²  Wanda and I were still rocking back and forth.  

³I want to pull out before I cum.²

³You mean ejaculate?  Did you do that with the others?²

³Well, no, sometimes things happened and I lost track.²

Wandaıs hand moved around to hold my buttocks.  ³Can you lose track with me?²

It was past time to back out.   Maybe Wanda would do the honors and suck me dry.  ³I donıt think so.²  My balls were tight and full.  ³I donıt expect Iıll get a sliver or get burned or electrocuted in this position.²  I relaxed my ass, started to move back and prepared to dismount.

Wanda stuck the plastic bottle plug into my asshole.  ³How about this?²

My reaction was purely instinctive.  My ass muscles clenched, my hips thrust forward and my balls rose, streaming plenty of sticky goop into Wandaıs waiting cunt.

³Yes, that was quite effective.²

We took a quick shower together, to remove the sweat and other bodily fluids.  The hot air blowers were an effective way for us to get dry as we heard activity at the main door.  We were both in our uncomfortable clothes at opposite sides of the room, munching on the food theyıd provided, when the Bangers, my wife and daughter burst into the bathroom past the overpaid locksmith.  There were kisses all around, hugs deferred until we could rid ourselves of the scratchy insulation fibers.

Wanda and Anna walked off together, buzzing.  Anna looked back at me and winked.  My wife didnıt get any that night.  She would have to wait for another holiday, unless we celebrated that one with Annaıs friends too.

Another year comes in with a Banger!

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An Original H M Tale 

Iım running out!  Please write and tell me what holidays or events youıd like included in the series.

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