From: an285729@anon.penet.fi
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Birthday Gift (f/m) [3/3]
Date: Sat, 5 Aug 1995 09:55:25 UTC
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Message-ID: <100342Z05081995@anon.penet.fi>
Since I couldn't resort to the pills if he got over-stimulated, I went
easy on him.  The only overt move I made was when we went to our rooms to
change.  I positioned myself in front of the mirror and, being sure he was

watching, I undressed as slowly and as seductively as I dared.

   First I pulled the T-shirt over my head, letting the fabric slide slowly
over my breasts, then I unzipped my jeans and wriggled my hips to let them
fall to the floor.  While I stepped out of them, I undid the hooks of my
bra and slowly let that slip off of me.  I rubbed under each of my breasts,
moving my hands up to caress my nipples, then I slid my palms down all my
sides to my hips and slipped my thumbs under the elastic of my panties.  I
slowly slipped them off, lifting my legs to be sure the mirror reflected a
good view of my lower lips.  Then I sat on the bed facing the mirror and,
closing my eyes, spread my legs and rubbed my pussy a bit before reaching
over and slipping on the longest, thickest flannel nightgown I owned.

   I got up and walked out into the hallway, seeing Tom sitting on his bed,
breathing heavily.  "C'mon.  That movie's going to start.  I'll make
snacks."

   I swear, I did nothing else to tease him, but he was still stiff all
that night.  He didn't even try to hide it anymore.  Maybe he'd just gotten
used to it.

   But even after an entire week of teasing, he wasn't going make that
first move.  After seeing him in the clinch with the bimbo that afternoon,
I didn't think it was because he was shy.  Still, he made no attempt to
satisfy his hunger he clearly had for me.

   The closest he got was when I was bending over in front of the
refrigerator, looking for a snack for us, and he came up behind me.  I felt
his cock press in tight between the cheeks of my bottom and I moaned aloud.

   "Find what you were looking for?", he asked.  He pushed his hips a bit,
grinding it further in.

   "O-Oh, yeah," I breathed.  "I think so."

   I was sure he was about to turn me around and carry me off to his bed
then and there, but he suddenly pulled away.  "Uh, well, that's good. 
B-bring it into the living room when you come." Then he went back and sat
in his chair, shaking.

   When he announced he was going to bed, I told him I was going, too.  I
sat on my bed pretending to read while I secretly watched him.  The way the
mirror was set up, the light from my bedside lamp reflected onto his bed,
so I could see him even with his light off and, more importantly, he could
see that I could see him.  He tossed a bit, but soon he was snoring.

   I thought about how the plan was going.  I wasn't too worried about
accomplishing my goal tomorrow night.  I had one final ace in the hole.

   The first thing I did the next morning was make a big breakfast for the
two of us.  We were both going to need our strength.  I let Tom sleep in a
bit, but he was a lot easier to waken than he'd been for the last week. 
"Gosh," he said as he was eating his eggs, "I'm feeling more alert than I
have all week.  It must be your cooking, birthday girl." I smiled.

   After breakfast, we went to the mall.  The idea was to find a dress to
wear to my birthday dinner, but I took my time finding it.  Along the way,
I tried on quite a few other outfits.  All the swimsuits I tried on were
all too small.  Of course, I wasn't sure, and I made Tom look at each and
every one.  Then there was the lingerie.  I had to have Tom check if this
one or that one was too see-through.  Surprisingly enough, they all were.
Tom's pants were bulging all day long.

   I even talked Tom into buying new pajamas.  White silk.  No matter how
hard I tried, I couldn't talk him into trying them on for me.  It was my
only failure of the day.

   Finally, I found a black strapless gown that fit me perfectly.  I'd
timed it perfectly, too, because it was time to get ready for dinner.  We
went home and changed, and I knew my day had been a success when I asked
him to help me with the zipper in the back of my dress.  I heard the catch
in his throat when he saw I wasn't wearing a bra, and his hands wouldn't
stop shaking.

   At dinner, I started in for the kill.  "You remember I told you I was
seeing that psychologist?", I said.

   He stopped trying to spear his peas with his fork, and looked up at me.
"Uh-huh.  Did you come to any conclusions?"

   "Well, I told her about that last night at my mom's and how her
boyfriend tried to rape me, and she said it wasn't at all unusual that I've
reacted the way I have."

   "The way you've reacted?", he asked, concerned.

   "Uh-huh," I continued.  "I didn't tell you, but I'd been having problems
concentrating with my schoolwork.  The psychologist thinks that it's
because of that night.  The good thing is that I'd already started to deal
with it before I even saw her."

   "Well, you're a very bright girl," he said.

   "We decided that there's only one more thing I need to do to get rid of
the problem." I lifted a forkful of rice to my lips.

   "So it's pretty much solved."

   He waited, expecting me to continue.  When I didn't, he asked, "So, what
do you still have to do?"

   I held my finger in the air as I swallowed the rice.  I looked around,
as if it was too much of a secret to mention in a crowded restaurant.  "Not
here.  I'll tell you later, when we go home.  Let's just say it's a
birthday gift to myself."

   He shrugged.  "Okay, whatever.  But speaking of birthday gifts, this is
for you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little gift-wrapped
box.

   "What's this?," I asked.

   "What do you think?", he replied.

   "Oh, Tom, you've already given me this dress and that bikini and that
slinky nightgown and you've taken me out to dinner.  This is too much!"

   "Just open the box."

   I tore the wrapping and opened the box.  In it was a gold pendant in the
shape of a heart.  "Oh, Tom, it's beautiful!"

   "That's to remind you that, no matter where you go or how old you get,
you'll always have my heart."

   I started to cry.  "T-that's so sweet." I kissed him full on the lips. I
felt him start to lean in and then, as if it was an extreme effort, he
pulled away.

   "I-I just want you to remember how I feel is all," he muttered.

   "Tom, I'll always remember."

   I was practically trembling with anticipation on the drive home.  "So
tell me," Tom asked as we pulled into the garage, "what are you going to do
with the rest of the evening?  The night's still young.  Do your friends
have anything planned for you?"

   "Well", I told him as I got out of the car, "a couple of friends from
church did ask if I wanted to do something, but I told them that I just
wanted to stay home.  I know you've been kind of under the weather, so I
got a surprise for myself."

   "A surprise for yourself?  Some trick.  How's it done?" Tom asked as we
walked through the front door.

   "You'll see," I grinned, closing the door behind me.  "Follow me." I
went into the kitchen, took a box out of the cupboard and put it on the
counter, then I turned my back to him.  "Unzip me?"

   "Sure," he said, and pulled the zipper down, past my waist.  I hoped he
noticed that I hadn't been wearing panties.

   "Uh, did anyone ever tell you have a pretty, uh, neck?"

   "No, I don't think anyone ever has."

   He noticed.

   "Now I'm going to change, and I want you to get changed and then fix
what's in the box.  The candles are there in the drawer." As I talked I
held the strapless dress up with my arm.

   He opened the box.  "Ah, whipped cream icing," Tom said sweetly, "my
favorite." He took a swipe of it with his finger.

   "Uh-uh.  No fair stealing a taste before the birthday girl."

   With my free arm, I grabbed his hand, popped his finger into my mouth
and started sucking on it.  Between this and the dress beginning to slip
from my grasp, it had an immediate effect.  His pants were once again
bulging.  "Mmm, that's nice," I said, letting his finger go.  "You're going
to love it."

   "I already do," he said.

   I changed into the negligee I got that afternoon.  It was practically
translucent, and I decided to pull out all the stops and not put on
anything underneath.  I made sure to change away from the view of the
mirror, so he'd get the full effect all at once when I walked in.  I waited
until he called me.

   "Hey, birthday girl!  Better get in here before your cake's all covered
with wax!"

   When I went into the living room, the lights were off and Tom, wearing
his new pajamas, was holding the glowing cake.  He almost dropped it when I
walked in, and his shorts tented immediately.

   "Oh," I said, feigning surprise, "is that for me?" I came up next to him
and hugged him, pressing my breasts tight against him.  The candles
flickered from his shaking hands.  "It's so pretty."

   I blew out the candles and the room was lit only by the dim lights
outside.  I took the cake from his hands and put it on the coffee table
next to us.  Then I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him,
crushing myself to him, his stiff cock flush against my pussy.

   He started to pull away, but I wouldn't let him, and suddenly he gave up
fighting.  His arms came up around me and held me tight.  His lips parted,
his tongue met mine and we hungrily explored each others mouths as our
hands explored each others bodies.

   We stood together in the darkness, holding each other, kissing each
other, loving each other.  As his tongue probed deeper, he began to moan
into my mouth, meeting the cries I'd been breathing into his.

   Finally we pulled apart.  "I-I can't do this," Tom said breathlessly,
"it's wrong, it's--"

   "Tom", I said, holding him tightly, "remember what I was saying about
the psychologist and the solution to my problem?  She told me that once
someone I loved and trusted made love to me, all the remaining fears from
that night would be gone.  There's no one in the world I love and trust
more than you, Tom." I looked up into his eyes.  "Please, Tom.  Make love
to me.  I want you so badly.  I've always wanted you."

   He looked down at me.  "Oh, love.  You can't know how much I've wanted
you.  Over the past week, you've filled my dreams.  But we can't--"

   "No, Tom.  There's no reason.  I'm not your daughter.  I'm a woman, Tom,
with a woman's needs.  And you're the only man that can fill my needs. 
Make love to me, Tom.  Please, fulfill my needs.  I need you so badly." I
pulled him down and kissed him again, my tongue filling his mouth.  I
ground my hips into his and he moaned again and held me tighter.

   After an exquisite eternity, he pulled away, "I-- I'm not, uh,
prepared--"

   "Ssh." I put my finger to his lips.  "I told you I'd already started to
deal with it.  I'm on the pill," I lied.

   At that, he lifted me into his arms and, kissing me deeply, carried me
down the hall and into his bedroom.  He placed me gently on his bed and
laid down next to me.

   I lay there with my arms raised and ready to take him as he stood next
to the bed, his eyes fixed on my body.  The flimsy material I wore hid
nothing as his gaze fluttered across my breasts, then fell lower across my
stomach to rest just below my thick hair that covered my pubic mound. 
Under the stabbing heat of his stare, my knees rose and parted on their own
and my hips began to rock upward.  I felt my thighs awash in the moistness
flowing out of me.

   His fingers slipped under the waistband of his shorts and he slowly
pulled them down, His cock sprang free, jutting stiffly out from below his
belly.  I reached up and wrapped my hand around it, the first time I'd done
so while he was awake, and he moaned as I ran my fingers along it's length
and cupped the tight, full sack at it's base.

   I instinctively clutched at the fullness in my palm, drawing it to me
and raised myself up from the bed.  I brought my mouth to his twitching
cock and, flicking my tongue, licked the pearl of moisture seeping from the
velvet head, then nipped it with my lips.  I sucked the knob into my mouth
and softly nursed at it.

   "Oh, my," he moaned, "Oh- oh, ahh--," and his whole body began
shivering. He reached out, took my face in his hands and stroked my cheeks
with his fingers.  "I can't-- Oh, my, I-- Wait, wait." He gently pulled
himself out of my mouth, placed his hands on my shoulders and rested me
back against the mattress.

   I looked up at him questioningly.  He said, "Love, if you keep that up,
I'm going to blow before we begin.  Here.  Let me." Balancing himself with
his knee onthe edge of the bed, he bent and took my excited nipple between
his lips.  My back arched up as his tongue spread pleasure down into me.

   "Oh, yes," I cried, "it's so good.  Feels so--" His magic mouth nibbled
across my chest to my other breast and he sucked and nipped at my other
nipple.  I reached up and pressed his head closer, crushing him into my
breast.

   I felt his knees pressing against my thighs as his body moved onto the
bed, onto me, his chest hair brushing against my stomach, his swollen cock
pushing against my leg, as his mouth continued to caress my breasts.  Then
he released my fluttering nipples and his consuming lips began to travel
down my body onto my belly and into the curly hair below.  My hips began to
beat against the mattress.

   He nipped at my thighs and up and around my dripping pussy, lapping at
the wetness.  My hips writhed at his teasing tongue, trying to get it at
the aching itch between my legs.  "Oh, God, please, please--" Finally, his
tongue slowly slipped up the length of my pussy lips and I moaned loudly.
My hips thrust sharply upward and I entwined my fingers into his hair as I
pulled his head deeper between my thighs.

   His tongue began to dart up and down within the furrow, each gliding
thrust pushing deeper into my pussy, aided by my spiking hi\ops.  With each
upward lick, he nipped at my clitoris, bringing me to uncontrollable
moaning.  Suddenly he began sucking full on my clit, and it took me over
the edge.  My body went into spasms as the rush of the orgasm washed over
me.  My pussy tightened and contracted upon his tongue, flooding with my
release, which he greedily sucked from me, driving me into yet another wave
of pleasure.

   "Oh, God," I screamed over and over, "It doesn't end!  It doesn't end!"
I wrapped my legs around his neck and practically crushed him with my
thighs as his insatiable mouth gulped at my pussy.  His hands alternately
kneaded my bucking pussy mound, then slid up to squeeze and caress my
breasts.  Over and over the waves battered within me.

   As I crested over the top of yet another orgasm, Tom pulled his head up
to look into my face, twisted in throes of orgasmic ecstasy.  He smiled.  I
clutched at him, pulling him up onto me.  "Oh God," I cried, "It's so good,
so good.  I need you in me.  Take me, Tom.  Take me now!"

   He pressed his weight down upon me.  My breasts crushed against his
chest and I thrilled at the feeling of his skin against mine, his belly
pressing against my belly, the hairs of his legs brushing roughly against
the softness of my thighs, his twitching cock pulsing against my rutting
pussy.

   He raised himself up and his cock slid up between my pussy lips.  He
shifted his hips and the head of his cock nestled itself between the folds,
poised at the entrance.  My breath caught in my throat.  As we stared into
each other's eyes, he pressed down and I felt the broad tip pushing in,
stretching apart the folds, tearing me apart.  Even as wet as I was, I
wasn't prepared for the immensity forcing itself up into me, and I cried
out at his entry.

   His brow knotted.  "Love, are you a virgin?"

   I whispered, "Yes, Tom.  You're the first.  Come inside me, Tom.  Take
me.  Fill me.  Make love to me."

   "I'll be gentle as I can be," Tom said.  He pulled back and I felt the
fullness ease.

   "No, Tom," I cried, and I grabbed his buttocks and pulled him tightly
into me.  His cock drove quickly down and again I cried as the thick head
drove further into me.

   I goaded him to press further and with a loud grunt, he reared back and
hammered his hips down.  I shrieked as I felt the massive thickness rupture
my hymen and bury itself deep within me.  Instantly, my arms and legs
wrapped around him, holding him tight to me.

   He held himself deep inside me.  "So tight," he moaned, "so warm, so
tight."

   "So full," I gasped into his neck, "you're so full in me." I felt my
pussy spasming against the pulsing thickness suddenly filling me.  The
spasms ignited another roll of orgasmic waves that flashed through me.  "Oh
God, Tom, I-I-m coming- I'm coming again- I-"

   "Yes, love, I know," he breathed, "I can feel your pussy gripping me
tight inside you.  It feels good, love, oh God it feels so good." With a
grunt, he pushed even deeper into me, then he pulled back and plunged in
again, making me cry out with pleasure.

   As he began to thrust in and out, my hips rose to meet each jab, pulling
him as deeply into me as I could.  This made him stab even faster and
deeper, and soon we were violently hammering

   at each other in perfect rhythm, both of us delirious in ecstasy, with
only one purpose, to drive his potent seed into my yielding womb.

   Soon Tom's grunts became more and more urgent.  "Oh, God, love, I-- it's
so-- I can't--" His thrusting became sharper and more intense and I knew he
was on the edge.

   "Oh, yes, Tom," I screamed, "do it!  Do it!  Come inside me, fill me
with your seed!  Drive it deep into me, deeper, Tom, deeper!  Fill me, fill
me, come in me, do it, do it!  Fill me, do it now!"

   His cock suddenly expanded and then with a fierce upward jerk it
erupted, blasting a massive gush of seed deep into me with such force that
I cried out at the shock!  Howling in release, he fired jet after jet of
his sperm into me, his pumping hips driving it even deeper, forcing it into
my fertile womb where the egg I knew was waiting for impregnation.

   Over and over his cock spasmed, spurting more and more of his seed into
me and I felt it coursing through me, filling me to overflowing.  My thighs
were drenched with his abundance streaming out of me, pooling underneath
us. My body convulsed as the waves of bliss that swept through me.

   The pulsing of his cock began to ebb and his piercings started to come
farther apart, though still sharp and intense, along with his cries.  Then
with one last bellow, he collapsed onto my breast, gasping for breath, his
hips still rutting, his softening cock still rocking within me.

   We laid there, joined together in his bed, my arms and legs still
entwined around him, my head nestled in the hollow of his neck, his soft
cock still within my pussy, his belly tight against mine.  My belly, in
which I knew the seed he'd planted was even now growing.  I felt his
heartbeat beating against my breast, and I thrilled knowing that his
child's heart would be beating inside me soon.

   We fell asleep in each other's arms.  I was awoken the next morning by
his caressing lips upon my breasts.  We spent all that day making love. 
Margaret was a very lucky woman.  Tom is an inexhaustible lover.  He
spasmed his seed into me almost a dozen times that day.

   I told you: he was a good man.

   After about a month of intense lovemaking, Tom realized that I was
carrying his child.  Tom's no fool.  He confronted me with it when he
noticed that I hadn't gotten my period.  Between that and the fact that he
never saw any birth-control pills, it was a foregone conclusion for him. 
He wasn't too mad.  He just wished that he'd known we were conceiving a
child when it happened.

   We were married not long after.  That raised a few eyebrows at his
office, but he says that because they're jealous.  Little Betty was born
just seven months after the wedding, which raised more eyebrows, but we
really don't care.

   I've become a real baby-making machine, because less than two months
after Betty was born, I was pregnant again.  This time we're hoping for a
boy.  (end)