The Birthday Present
By Ursa Major (ursamajor69@hotmail.com)

Story codes: MMF, cheat

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Disclaimer:
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This is a work of erotic fiction and should only viewed 
by adults. Minors and those who are easily offended 
should not proceed. Please remember that this a work of 
fantasy. The author does not advocate, encourage or 
promote real world practice of the acts depicted within, 
especially those which pertain to non-consensual or 
unprotected sex. 
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I was fuming, but still John kept stumbling through his 
excuses.

"I'm sorry Cathy, but I just won't be able to make it 
down for my birthday. I really have to study some more 
for the next exam. It's in 4 weeks", he tried to explain 
unsuccessfully over the phone.

"But John, I've got a very special birthday present for 
you. I have spent a lot time preparing it", I 
complained.

"I don't have enough time to come all the way over there 
for the weekend. There really is too much work to do."

"You don't know what you're missing", I said temptingly.

"I'm sure it's great, but it'll have to wait till the 
end of semester."

"All right then. I suppose I'll see you then, John", I 
concluded.

We said our good-byes and hung up. I was still annoyed 
that he could not take time off. It was not all his 
fault, after all. Going to university several hundred 
kilometres away must have been hard for him. It was just 
that I have planned everything perfectly for his little 
party. I called up the restaurant and cancelled the 
booking.

Still in a bad mood, left my bedroom and went 
downstairs.

"Hi Cathy. What are we going to have for dinner?" said 
Michael, one of my flatmates.

"I honesty don't give a stuff", I snapped back.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Andrew, my other 
flatmate.

"Oh, nothing. John can't make it down for his birthday 
this weekend." I replied.

"Ah, I see. Does this mean that Andrew and I don't have 
to clear out this Saturday?"

That last comment reminded me yet again of how much 
trouble I went to for John. It wasn't an easy job to 
convince those two to vacate the apartment and avoid any 
embarrassing questions.

"Look Cathy, Mike and I were thinking of going out for 
Thai food tonight. Want to come along? It might make you 
feel better", asked Andrew nicely.

"Yeah, OK. Why not", I sulked, still dejected.

We set off to the restaurant, which wasn't far. Mike 
insisted that we stop off at the local pub for a drink 
or two. While they had a couple of beers and talked to 
some of the regulars, I sat quietly in the corner 
nursing a glass of white wine. I never did like the pub 
that much; it was mostly full of losers, smelled of 
stale beer and you almost had to wade through the smoke. 
Being in a bad mood did not make me see this place in a 
better light.

My mind wandered off, and of course my thoughts turned 
to John. I had got a table at an impossible to book 
restaurant for Saturday. After that, we were to return 
to the empty apartment. Once at home, I would turn on 
the stereo, which I had prepared with some sexy music. 
Then I would seductively take off of my coat and dress 
(I had been practicing the art of stripping for many 
weeks) revealing what I had been wearing underneath all 
night. Of course, I had that all prepared too. I had 
bought a tight, black corset which had suspenders on the 
bottom end. Of course, I would wear sheer black stocking 
to highlight my beautiful legs. After that, it would be 
getting down to the real fun. Thinking about this, I 
became horny, but at the same time very frustrated at 
what could have been this weekend.

They finally noticed that I wasn't having as much fun as 
they were and we set off for the food, at last. It was a 
good  place, despite being a small suburban restaurant. 
The dinner certainly didn't disappoint tonight, with a 
fine selection of curries, seafood and salad dishes. 
Andrew was right: the meal was starting to cheer me up. 
However, I did not know whether it was the food or the 
bottle of wine that we had consumed during the course of 
the meal.

I was starting to get more talkative as I brightened (or 
was it the alcohol). The conversation inevitably turned 
to John's birthday. The guys were obviously curious as 
to why I had requested them to be out while John was 
back in town. Mike, ever the wise-guy, was suggesting 
some pretty crazy scenarios. Eventually, I gave them the  
briefest idea of what I had  in mind. I didn't want to 
tell them everything for obvious reasons, but I had to 
satisfy their curiosity, otherwise they would be 
badgering me all night.

Well filled with our meal, we walked home. We were not 
long in the apartment when Mike produced another half 
empty bottle of wine.

"We'd better not let this go to waste. I opened it 
yesterday", he said.

I had wanted to go to bed, but I was just beginning to 
enjoy myself. Against my better judgment, I agreed to 
help him finish off the bottle. Andrew looked tired as 
well, but together we cajoled him into joining us.

It didn't take long for the conversation to get down 
into the gutter again, Mike being especially smutty. 
Eventually, when we had run out of dirty jokes, we just 
laid back in the sofas, not saying much. I was about to 
retire to my room when Mike spoke up again.

"Cathy, why don't you show us this little act of yours?"

My senses were a bit dulled from my tiredness and 
inebriation, so at first, the significance of what Mike 
said did not sink in. Then, as the words registered, I 
dismissed it as another one of his off-hand remarks. But 
then I thought 'why not?'. I had gone to all this 
trouble to get these clothes and had prepared my moves 
for so long. Besides, I thought it would be useful to 
get these guy's opinion as to whether they thought John 
would be turned on by it.

"Yeah, OK", I finally said after a long pause.

The two guys looked at each other. I think they were 
more surprised than me at this decision. I left them in 
a state of shock as I went upstairs to change.

Hurriedly, I took off all my clothes and put on my 
corset. It was more difficult than I first thought as it 
laced up the back. As well as I could, I tightened the 
laces and tied the top of the skimpy garment. Because 
the corset did not cover my breasts, I put on a bra 
(this was an item of clothing that I had planned to omit 
for the real birthday surprise). I chose a nice, lacy 
underwire number which John said enhanced my cleavage. I 
slipped on the stockings and fiddled with the suspenders 
for a bit before I felt I had attached them just right. 
I changed by panties to a racier pair, a black lace 
number that suited the bra. Then I put on the pair of 
shiny black stiletto shoes that I had also bought 
especially for the occasion. I admired myself in the 
full length mirror in my room, turning around several 
times.

"Perfect", I said to myself. "If this doesn't turn 'em 
on, I don't know what will."

I then decided what to put on top. I settled on a crisp 
white blouse teamed with a short black skirt that ended 
a few inches above my knees. The skirt complemented my 
lovely calves and shoes perfectly. I topped the whole 
thing off with a matching black suit. I looked at myself 
in the mirror again and I liked the look. Neat and 
clean, almost business-like. I liked the way it 
contrasted with what it was hiding.

I teetered down the stairs, careful not to trip over the 
shoes which had a higher and thinner heel than I was 
used to. They made sharp, clicking noises as they struck 
the hard wood of the stairs. The two of them turned 
around as they heard me approaching. I was sure Mike was 
trying to look up my skirt as I descended and I laughed 
at his almost unconscious reflex.

I went over to the stereo and bent over to turn it on. I 
could almost feel their eyes on my round behind. A slow 
instrumental piece started up and I readied myself for 
the show.

At first , I was very embarrassed and self-conscious. I 
had never done this sort of thing before, not for John, 
and certainly not in front of two male flatmates. 
However, as I swayed slowly, I began to relax. I danced 
around by myself for another couple of minutes or so.

Eventually, I took off the jacket, sliding it slowly off 
my shoulder. Then, I deliberately undid the buttons of 
my blouse one by one. Soon, the front of the blouse was 
open, revealing the bra. I teased them for a bit, half 
taking off, then putting on the blouse. Suddenly, I 
whipped it off, spun it above my head and flung it 
across the room. I twirled around a bit more, making 
sure I shook my chest to add emphasis to my already 
prominent breasts.

I was really getting into my performance now. I was also 
beginning to feel more and more horny as I progressed: 
the sexy music, the naughty clothes, the obvious 
appreciation of my audience, my unusually bawdy 
behaviour. A familiar tingling feeling between my thighs 
was beginning.

I unzipped the skirt and let it drop to my feet as the 
music was coming to an end. I had just enough time to 
turn around a couple to times to show off the fantastic 
stockings before striking my final pose, head flung back 
in abandon and one hand raised in the air in triumph. As 
I stood there, I hoped the two of them did not notice 
the damp patch starting to soak through my panties.

As they started to applaud, I turned to them and smiled 
broadly.

"So you liked it then?", I asked.

"Oh yes!", "Brilliant", "Encore", "That John sure is one 
lucky bastard" came the replies. More accolades came as 
I enjoyed my first standing ovation, bowing deeply 
several times and generally hamming it up.

The clapping died down and Andrew sat back down again. 
Mike, however, remained standing. He stared at me for a 
dew seconds and then said: "Well then, are you going to 
show us the rest of your act?"

My first reaction was shock. I could feel my face become 
red. I had never thought of my flatmates in a sexual way 
before, even though neither was unattractive. I knew 
that Mike tried to make himself out as a real ladies 
man, but I had seen him trying to pick up girls at the 
pub and I knew he was never as successful as he tried to 
pretend. He was sort of a sheep in wolf's clothing. He 
was even kind of cute in his klutziness with women. 
Andrew was different to Mike. He was the quieter and the 
more sensitive of the two. He was more like a brother to 
me.

However, I was now in a very aroused state, probably 
more than I had ever been before. My heart was racing 
and I could feel my hands shaking slightly. The slight 
tinge between my legs was becoming a stronger by each 
second. I gave them a sly little smile and wordlessly 
undid my bra, letting the straps slide down my arms.

Their jaws dropped in unison as my firm, round breasts 
were freed from their restraint. My nipples were so hard 
and erect that they were hurting. The two of them looked 
a bit silly with their mouths wide open. Neither one 
moved or said anything. I wondered to myself whether 
they were still breathing.

Since they weren't going to do anything, I made my move. 
I strutted over to Mike who was still standing there. 
The high heels made my breasts jiggle slightly and I 
could see both pairs of eyes following them. I could 
also hear a faint, squishing noises emanating from my 
private parts.

I reached Mike and put both my hands on his shoulders. 
It took a while, but he eventually got the hint and 
kneeled down on the ground. I wasn't satisfied with this 
and I pushed him back until he was lying down. I walked 
around until I was facing his feet and standing right 
over his face. I got down on my knees and slowly lowered 
myself until my pussy was almost touching his mouth. He 
began to pant and I could feel his hot breath through my 
thin panties. I stayed in there, not quite touching him, 
taking pleasure in this near contact.

Suddenly, he grabbed both my hips and pulled my down, 
forcing my now soaked twat onto his opened mouth. 
Involuntarily, I let out a gasp as he kissed and licked 
and sucked me through the material. I started to wriggle 
around, grinding my pelvis into his face. I could hear 
loud slurping noises from Mike as her tried to dislodge 
my panties with his mouth and taste my swollen folds 
directly. Eventually, he gave up and just tried flicking 
my clit with his tongue.

As good as this felt, I knew what I needed. I bent 
forwards and undid his pants, pushing them as far down 
as possible. Out sprang his dick, about as long as 
John's, but slightly wider. I sniffed the sweet smell of 
his pubic hair, but resisted the temptation to take his 
penis into my mouth at once. There was a large drop of 
pre-cum of the tip of his head, and I knew just what to 
use it for. I smeared the thick, clear liquid around his 
head with my fingers, making sure it was nice and 
slippery.

The attention to his penis made him cease his 
ministrations with his mouth and he also relaxed his 
grip on my hips. This allowed me to stand up and finally 
take my soaked pants off. I flung them lazily to the 
side and turned around to face him. I knelt down again, 
this time positioning hips over his. I reached behind me 
and grasped his thick manhood, guiding it until it just 
touched the entrance of my hole. I moved his dick around 
the outside for a while, teasing him by almost putting 
it in, then raising my hips at the last moment. 
Eventually, this became too much for him to stand and he 
again grabbed my hips with his sturdy hands and pulled 
me down.

I was suddenly impaled on his shaft, the abundance of 
our combined lubrication ensuring that he was buried to 
the hilt on the first thrust. I let out a loud, high 
pitched yell as I felt the walls of my pussy stretch to 
accommodate this sudden invasion.

"Oh yeah!", said Mike. "You're so hot in there."

He began to rock his pelvis slightly, causing his dick 
to slide in and out. I tilted my head back and opened my 
mouth wider with this new sensation. "Ungh, ungh, ungh", 
I grunted with each little thrust.

We were now getting into a rhythm, Mike thrusting as 
hard as he could against the floor while I humped him 
back from the top. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed 
some movement. I looked over and I saw Andrew with his 
dick out of his pants. He was stroking it slowly.

A wicked idea popped into my head and I called Andrew 
over to us. At first, he was hesitant, but he eventually 
walked over after taking off his clothes. He stopped 
near Mike's head and I had to motion him closer until I 
finally held his penis in my hand.

I regarded the tip and the large drop of clear, 
glistening liquid upon it. I stuck out my tongue and 
licked it off. The exquisite, salty taste always made me 
feel incredible turned-on, and now was certainly no 
exception. I pumped my hips harder down on Mike's cock 
as I opened my mouth wide and took Andrew in. The 
pungent smell of pubic hair filled my nose.

I had always enjoyed sucking my boyfriend's cock, but 
this was such an incredible experience. I was gorging 
myself on one piece of meat while another large dick was 
sliding in and out of my saturated pussy at the same 
time. I was getting stuffed at both ends - I had never 
felt anything like it before!

Even though I could not fit the whole of Andrew's cock 
in my mouth, I sucked and slurped for all I was worth 
while caressing the base of his shaft with my hand. I 
must have done a good job, because Andrew came first, 
squirting thick strong cream into my mouth and grunting 
incomprehensibly. I savoured each stringy mouthful on my 
tongue before eagerly swallowing it. However, he pumped 
out a lot more semen than I expected and I couldn't 
swallow it all. Some of it dribbled out of my mouth and 
down my chin.

The taste of cum in my mouth pushed me over the edge and 
I felt the beginnings of a huge orgasm. I released 
Andrew's cock and opened my mouth wide. "Oh yes. Oh God. 
Ah, ahh, AHHHH!", I screamed.

My pussy began to contract rhythmically. This massaged 
Mike's dick tightly, and this added stimulus made him 
come too. He gripped my hips tightly and thrust deeply 
one last time. I felt his hot cum splash against my 
cervix, my vaginal muscles milking every last drop out 
of his pulsating shaft.

After resting for a couple of minutes, I lifted myself 
off Mike's now softening rod and rolled over onto my 
back next to him. I wiped the residual semen off my chin 
with my fingers and licked it off,  careful not to waste 
any of the delicious nectar. I was wallowing in that 
"just fucked" glow when I felt a pair of hands scoop me 
up. The next thing I knew, Andrew had deposited me on 
the dining table, my bottom hanging over the edge.

Evidently, Andrew had not had enough. He lifted my legs 
high in the air and plunged in. I was so wet by this 
stage that hardly felt it go in. He continued to thrust 
in and out for a while, holding my legs apart by the 
ankles. I suspect, however, that he too was feeling the 
lack of friction, for he soon pulled out. He pulled me 
off the table and onto my feet. I turned around and 
leaned over the table, presenting my bottom high in the 
air.

Andrew he entered again, this time from behind, making 
me squeal in delight. His hands gripped my hips tightly, 
allowing him to push in deep and hard. Each thrust was 
accompanied by squelching noises as well as the slap of 
his thighs on my behind.

Mike had almost recovered and stood in front of me at 
the other end of the table. He put his half erect dick 
into my mouth, but Andrew was pumping me so hard from 
behind that I couldn't perform a really good blow job. 
Mike's cock was erect in no time, probably due more to 
the show he was being treated to than any skill on my 
part.

Andrew's pace picked up and I knew what was about to 
happen. He let out a loud grunt, his penis started to 
pulsate deep inside me. Then I felt him dump his load 
for what seemed like half a minute. I closed my eyes, 
enjoying my second injection in this short time. I was 
now so filled with cum that it was running down the 
insides of my thighs and soaking the tops of my 
stockings. There were even some drops on my feet and 
shoes.

Of course, by this time I had completely abandoned 
Mike's penis. Not to be thwarted, he had been jerking 
off whilst watching the two of us.  I opened my eyes 
just in time to see the first long string emerge from 
the tip of his head. I arced though the air and landed 
on my right cheek. Instinctively, I turned away, but of 
course it just kept coming. Soon, a sweet smelling river 
of sperm was running down the side of my face. A great 
amount of it had also landed through my hair. I felt so 
wonderfully dirty, almost covered from head to toe with 
thick, sticky cream.

Andrew apologised for making such a mess (he needn't 
have, really), and helped me wipe off most of it with 
some tissues. I cleaned my clothes and shoes as best I 
could before the semen all dried. The guys made some 
coffee and we talked for a while. Mike was soon snoring 
on the couch. I excused myself, had a quick shower and 
collapsed into bed myself. I was so exhausted that I 
slept through the whole of the next day. 

Mike, then Andrew moved out a few weeks afterwards, both 
having found jobs elsewhere. The timing was perfect 
because John was planning to move in as soon as his 
university course finished. I'm still planning to give 
John his birthday present. Who knows? Maybe I'll even 
tell him about the first time I used that special 
outfit!

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(c) 1996, Ursa Major (ursamajor69@hotmail.com)
Other stories available at www.asstr.org/~ursamajor
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