My birthday was a week away when I got the invitation. It was from Candace, a girl I’d met over the Internet and chatted with for several months; in fact, we’d never met, but over time we’d become very close. We shared important news, talked about politics and culture, and shared our sexual fantasies with each other. (I’d even told her about my bisexual fantasies.)
She had a boyfriend, Brad, and she was very satisfied with him, so we’d been contented with just writing. That all changed the day I got her email. “For your birthday,” it said, “I’ve planned a party. Be at my house at 8pm” — and it gave directions. I was very excited. We would finally get to meet. Of course, I hoped we’d do more than just meet, but I scolded myself for thinking it. I shouldn’t assume that she’d cheat on her boyfriend like that. I got a little dressed up, and at 8 o’clock exactly, I was knocking on her door.
A few seconds later, it opened, and there she stood, her bright eyes smiling at me. She had long, curly blonde hair and mischievous eyes. She wore a low-cut blue skirt which was very short and very flattering. I smiled, feeling my heart race.
“Hi,” I said nervously.
“Happy birthday,” she smiled and reached up to kiss me on the cheek. I actually blushed. I’d seen pictures of her before, and she was more beautiful in person. “Shall we go?” she asked.
“Where?”
“To dinner, of course,” she said, laughing. “I’ve got the place picked out already.”
We jumped in my car, and a little while later, we were talking and laughing in a dark restaurant with sparkling silverware and candles. Since we’d written for so long, it wasn’t at all like a first date–we knew each other very well. But I chided myself again. This wasn’t a date at all; it couldn’t be. She and Brad were still together. But I still avoided bringing up the name and was happy she didn’t talk about him. We might be “just friends,” but I could at least spend the dinner wishful. We finished, and I drove her back to her house. I parked the car and walked her to the door.
“Well, thanks,” I said. “That was very nice. I’m glad to have met you in person finally.” I smiled and was about to kiss her goodnight. I hoped she wouldn’t stop me.
“Aren’t you coming in?” she said, with an innocent tone in her voice. Instantly that tone disappeared, as she added, “You want to get your present, don’t you?” and she stared straight into my eyes. She didn’t have to ask twice. I leaned down, put my hands on her hips, and leaned in to kiss her gently, lightly, not entirely sure that I should. But she didn’t resist. Instead, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me back. We scooted back through her door and into her living room as our kiss got more intense; her tongue was sweet and sexy in my mouth, and our breathing was coming faster and faster.
I backed her into the couch, my hands sliding up her sides as she lay back. I never wanted to stop kissing her and feeling the curves of her body under my hands. I was reaching up with one hand to cup her breast and down with another to feel the smoothness of her leg. She reached back with her hand and laced her fingers in my hair, pulling my mouth against hers as I began to slide the strap of her dress from her shoulder. She dragged her hand down my back and then around, and I felt the palm of her hand on my cock, rigid and inflamed now with my desire for her. My other hand had moved up her thigh, and I could feel her wetness even before I touched the damp silk of her panties. She gasped as my fingers traced the lips of her pussy gently, savoring every moment of the feeling.
I raised up, intending to slide her dress off, but she was faster and leaned up to undo my belt and pants. In a second, she had my cock free, so hard it almost hurt, and pounding lightly with every heartbeat. She smiled up at me as she slowly wrapped her fingers around me, and I thought I would pass out at the pleasure. My whole frame was quivering slightly with excitement as she began to slide her fingers up and down my shaft.
I threw my head back and groaned at the pleasure, and the next thing I felt was her lips surrounding the head of my penis. Her tongue flickered over me so fast it felt like a thousand tongues, and my excitement was such that I couldn’t hold back any longer. Without any warning, my balls burst, and a stream of cum jetted into her mouth, and another one and another.
She smiled as she swallowed my seed, her tongue working faster and faster to not miss a single drop. My body shook and shook, and finally, the last drops of my cum had filled her mouth, and she pulled away from me, a long string of sperm joining the tip of my cock to her tongue. She caught it with a finger and traced it into her mouth to show that she had drunk all of me. I loved her for it. I reached down and kissed her desperately, feeling the heat of my cum still on her tongue, and I rolled her over on top of me and pulled the straps of her dress down. She giggled a little as her breasts fell free, and I gasped at her beauty. I felt high; I saw little streaks in my eyesight; my whole body felt hot to the touch.
I slid my hands up her legs and grasped the lacy top of her panties. She pushed herself up so I could slide them down and off of her, and soon she was free, the dress hanging loosely from her waist. She kneeled back down again, her legs on either side of my head, and my mouth was instantly engulfed in the hot wetness of her pussy. I raced my tongue up and down her crack, feeling her wet insides open for my tongue.
“Ohhh,” she moaned as I tasted her sweet juices. My hands cupped her ass, feeding her pussy harder onto my tongue and loving every second. She rolled her hips back and forth, and moaned louder as I moved the tip of my tongue up and down, then as deep into her as I could reach, and then back up to brush over her clitoris. Then I pushed it back into her. It took a few minutes of his before she was jerking her hips up and down on my face, her gasps turning into yelps.
Finally, I felt her legs squeeze hard against my head, and her whole body trembled. She was silent for a split second and then let out a yell of joy as she came against my tongue. It felt like she was turning inside out, her muscles quivering, her cum pouring against my lips, the perspiration coating her smooth legs. I loved knowing that I had made her come. It was amazing. She slowly pushed herself off of me, scooting back from my face. She smiled down at me, her eyes half-closed with dazed pleasure. I smiled back and was about to speak when I felt her pussy contact my once-more hardened cock. She kept staring at my face as she lowered herself onto me. I couldn’t move. I just stared back as I felt myself enter her, pushing deep inside her belly until finally, I was as deep as I could reach. She paused for a second, closing her eyes. Her mouth opened just slightly. She was incredibly beautiful; the lights in the room seemed to reflect off her whole body like an aura. Candace began to move, her swaying hair making a halo around her face and her hips rising and falling over my cock. I reached my hands up to her hips to help her move as she fucked me.
“Ohh!” she shouted. Her breasts swayed before my eyes, the nipples hard and perfect. She would rise up and then slam herself back down on me, letting out a cry whenever my cock would penetrate her again. Her belly was so hot against me that I could hardly believe it. I had fantasized about this for so long. “Oh, God Candace YES!” I yelled. After a few minutes of this, I grabbed her and rolled her over, so I was on top. I reached my arms beneath her and grasped her shoulders, and began to slam myself into her as hard as I could. I pulled my whole cock from her and then thrust it as deep in her as I could reach, feeling her body jerk. Then I would pull back again. She was screaming with joy, her eyes shut hard, a tiny wrinkle forming between her eyebrows. She was loving every second of it, and I never wanted it to end either, but I could feel the end coming on. I began to pace myself, teasing her slightly. Then I stopped still.
“Oh, fuck me!” she gasped.
“Fuck me please?” I laughed.
“Oh, god, fuck me PLEASE!” She cried. I slammed into her again, pumping hard, and her body began to shake. “Oh, god, I’m going to come! Yes, Bill!”
I held her tight. I wanted to feel every shiver of her orgasm. I was fucking her with all my might, particles of sweat were raining down from my forehead, and her whole body would spasm with every thrust of my hips.
“Oh, Bill! Oh GOD!”
She began to come, her eyes opening wide, then her mouth, in a silent scream. I felt her nipples tighten against my chest, her breathing catch for a split second. The wave of ecstasy reared up, hesitated, and then came crashing over her. She screamed in shock, and her body exploded on me. I could feel her pussy clamping down, and the sight of her back arching, her head thrown back in ecstasy, and the feeling of her quaking body was all too much. The dam burst again, and I came deep inside her belly, pouring the rest of my cum inside her with a few spasmodic jerks of my hips.
Her fingers were digging into my back, my arms were clenching her so tight against me she could hardly breathe. I thought we might burst. Then, gradually, peace came to us, and our panting, soaked bodies fell back to the couch together. We kissed, our chests rising and falling against each other as we relaxed and our muscles loosened. Neither of us could speak. We could lie there catching our breath. I brushed the sweat-soaked strands of hair from her forehead with the tip of my finger.
“Thanks,” I gasped, “for the — birthday — present.”
She smiled and closed her eyes.
“That wasn’t your birthday present,” she said. I frowned, and she opened her eyes again. “That was for me,” she said. “Your present’s in the closet.” “Huh?” I said. I waited for a second; I didn’t want to leave her body. “Go on,” she whispered, smiling gently. The curiosity was too much. I slowly slid my deflating cock out of her and got up. My feet made funny slapping noises as I padded down the hall with my cock swaying absurdly between my legs. I reached the closet door, and with one hand, I slowly opened it.
There stood Brad. He was naked. Candace’s voice drifted up from behind the back of the couch. “Happy birthday.”
He was gorgeous. His body was perfectly formed, muscular but not extreme, with just the tiniest trace of love handles. He had short black hair and hard eyes. His chest was broad and flat, with a little hair, which thinned to a tiny stripe down to his belly button. Then there was his cock–it was huge, and it stuck out straight at me. I paused a second, still struck by his beauty. And then, without a word, I fell to my knees.
His hand touched the back of my head very gently, guiding me to the target. But I didn’t need any help. I wanted every bit of him. I opened my mouth and took the head of his perfect manhood in. He tasted just as I’d imagined; hot and masculine and wonderful. He must have been watching us, I thought. He won’t be able to last for very long, probably. But I was wrong. I licked and sucked and raised my hands up to cup the heavy balls that swayed beneath, but he didn’t come.
I pumped the shaft while swirling my tongue around the tip, but he still didn’t come. That was fine by me. I wanted to worship him forever. But after a while, I felt him reach down and pull at my shoulders. I obeyed and stood. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, a deep soul kiss, his tongue against mine. I could feel his cock push against me, and mine began to rise again as well. I heard a quiet sound as Candace walked up behind me. “You’ve wanted this for a long time, Bill,” she said, “but you’ve always been afraid. Now I’ll be here with you the whole way. There’s nothing to fear.” I broke our kiss and smiled at her as I slowly reached over and took his shaft in my hand.
“It’s wonderful, Candace,” I said. “You’re wonderful.” We walked silently to the bedroom, and Brad let me down, his mouth sliding down the side of my neck and over my chest. But his powerful hands held my waist and guided me around, so gently but insistently that I barely noticed as he positioned me on my hands and knees. The bed moved, and immediately, Candace was lying beside me, her face directly beneath mine. “I’ll be right here,” she whispered, and I felt her hand take mine. Her fingers interlaced with mine just as I felt Brad’s hand between my buttocks, spreading baby oil down the crack and against my opening. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was in my skull. I couldn’t speak but could let out a squeaky sort of moan when I felt his finger penetrate me.
I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them, Candace was still there, her beautiful face beneath me. Very slowly, I leaned my head down and kissed her as gently as rain. At that instant, I felt the shifting of the bed as Brad positioned himself behind me and guided the tip of his shaft to my ass. The moment was here. I tightened my hand on Candace’s as he began to push — push — push — the pressure getting harder as my ass stretched, and then finally, like a release, the head of his massive shaft was inside me. I let out my breath as he sank inch after inch inside me. It felt like it was going in forever–every inch felt like a foot, and I was being split apart. But I loved it. The feeling of surrender was incredible. Finally, after an eternity, I felt his hips lock against mine, and I knew he was inside me completely. “Oh… GOD!” I cried. “Oh…oh god.”
I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t think, all I could do was love the feeling until he pulled back with his hips and began to leave me. I felt myself begin to panic–he couldn’t leave now! But in a flash, he was pushing back into me, and I felt his hips against my ass again. He was fucking me, thrusting his cock into my guts again and again. Each thrust was faster than the last until he had a perfect rhythm going against me. I smiled down at Candace as she watched my face swaying back and forth over her. “Oh, he’s perfect!” I said. “Oh, fuck me!”
His thrusts were coming faster now. I was so impressed with his stamina. But it couldn’t go forever, and soon I heard his panting grow louder, and his fingers began to tighten against my hips as he pulled me back and forth over his dick. Then he let out a low groan, and his hips smashed against me. His groan rose louder and louder into a shout, and then he wrapped his arms around my ribs in a great bear-hug and yanked me back against his cock. His body heaved massively, and his cock burst inside me, spraying his cum inside my ass. He pushed me forward and then again heaved me back against his powerful hips as his balls pulsed a second load of cum into me. He was still shouting. “Ahhhh!” as his body quaked a third time, and then a fourth.
His arms were crushing me against his spouting cock, and then his strength began to wane. His hips still lurched rhythmically, his cock–somewhere in my guts– pulsed like a heartbeat, pouring his sperm inside me. A few more squirts, and finally, he released me, his strength spent. It was overwhelming. We spent the night sleeping in each other’s arms. I had never known such peace. In the morning, I awoke to the sounds of lovemaking. Brad was thrusting his massive cock into Candace from behind, right beside me. I just lie there, watching the beautiful couple fucking each other peacefully. And then I slid over beneath them that I could watch him penetrate her body with the same wonderful force that he’d just used on me. When he could take it no longer, he let out the same wonderful growl, jerked his cock from her, and poured his sperm into my waiting mouth. I knew we would be together for a long time to come.
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