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
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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 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”
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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.
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?
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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