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
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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
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   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 
===================================================

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 sometime.  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”
=====================================================

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.  

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 noooooo, 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 54 – Who the Hell Fucked Me?
===================================

“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