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Birthday Presence
The day Kim turned twenty-one, Sara brought her to the playroom to show her the birthday presents. "First undress," Sara commanded. "All the way down to your birthday suit. Take it nice and slow."
Kim was wearing only a plain white dress, white cotton panties, and worn white slippers, so the undressing didn't take long.
"Good girl," Sara said, and she handed Kim her presents, an elegant silk scarf and a sleek glass dildo.
"But it's so big," Kim said of the instrument.
"Yes, because you're a big girl now. Now hold still and don't make a peep."
For some minutes Sara admired the naked girl, her modest round breasts with tiny pink nipples, her long slender legs and slim but shapely hips, her plump sleek pubis curving into the simple notch of her sex, the pudgy hood of her clitoris clearly swollen in anticipation, the complicated knot of succulent clit almost in view. The girl shivered. "It's cold," she complained.
"Hush," Sara said. "Your final warning."
Sara had purposefully turned the playroom temperature all the way down. Sure enough, Kim's nipples had tightened and crinkled with the chill, giving Sara's teeth something to grip. She bit gently at first. Kim's gasp was all but silent. Sara's teeth tugged the tiny nipple. Kim could only stand there, squeezing the scarf and the glass dildo as she submitted to Sara's bites, nips, and nibbles.
Having toyed with the tips of Kim's breasts for some minutes, Sara left the well-moistened and somewhat distended buds to touch the skin of Kim's face, using tongue and fingers to trace the delicate whorls of each ear, the fluttery lid of each eye, the moist membrane of inner lips. While Sara kissed and licked and bit Kim's earlobe, her middle finger pushed into the girl's mouth, almost but not quite far enough to make her gag. "Good girl," she whispered in Kim's ear as she withdrew the finger.
A moment later that same finger explored the girl's genital crease. Yes, her little sex was moist. The finger pushed further. Ah, soaking wet inside. While small sounds of squelch filled the playroom, Sara's other hand slipped behind to smooth the firm flesh of Kim's boyish bottom. Abruptly the naughty finger dipped into the secret crevice to circle the pebbled rim of anus. A crescent of fingernail teased the crinkled aperture until it opened just enough for entry.
Yes, her asshole was tight and hot. Sara's finger had penetrated but a fraction of an inch when Kim shook, and a sweetly soulful whimper escaped her lips. Sara smacked her ass hard. The slap resounded. The girl cried out, bringing a second, harder smack. This game could escalate exponentially, but Sara took pity. After the fifth delicious yelp, Sara took the scarf from Kim's hand, threaded it between Kim's slender thighs, drew it up until the fabric snugged in the notch of her sex, and worked it back and forth, back and forth until the girl was half a breath from climax.
Sara yanked the freshly stained silk from Kim's sex and wrapped it around Kim's head in blindfold fashion so the girl could breathe her intimate, fecund scent. Sara took Kim's hand, the one not clutching the dildo, led her to the velvet covered chair, and helped her sit. She lifted Kim's legs, spread them apart, and rested them over the chair's arms. She spent a long minute observing the girl's aroused vulva. Under Sara's watchful eyes, the dear petals plumped and darkened with excitement. The tiny clit became clearly erect, yearning for Sara's lips. The little hole was clenching and clamping now. Glistening love juice oozed out, coasted down, and coated the quivering asshole. Smiling at the pretty sight, Sara took the glass phallus from Kim's grasp. It was thick enough that full penetration would take some time, but Sara could be patient. No need to get greedy.
Kim, however, couldn't wait. Her hips bucked forward. Impaled, she convulsed in orgasm.
"Oh love," Sara sighed, watching the aftershocks ripple through Kim's beautiful body. At that the girl was out of the chair and getting dressed. "Gotta go," she said as she shimmied into the white dress.
"Go? You just came. I have cake."
"I know, but I can't. I'm meeting Dave. He's taking me to dinner. God, being with you always makes me so hungry for his cock. See ya."
Sara sat alone on the cold playroom floor breathing deeply of the soiled scarf. "My little girl's growing up so fast," she said to herself. Absently, she held the glass dildo up to the artificial light as if it were a blunted icicle. A scant drop of Kim's love sap had gathered at the tip. It was not enough to fall. Sara knew she could plunge the fake phallus into herself and bring herself off in an instant, but what would be the point? Without Kim's presence, it would be a meaningless pleasure.
story and illustrations by Mat Twassel |
