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                               The Girls Next Door
                                       by
                                     Mr. Neb
                                 January 9, 1991
   
   I  had been  living  in the apartment  building for three  years.  The two
   women had been next door for the past  two.   Over the course  of time, we
   exchanged  the  typical  pleasantries  and  small  talk.    Eventually  we
   developed a comfortable but relatively casual relationship.   I would help
   them out if they needed some other heavy work done or if  something needed
   fixing.  They would reciprocate by presenting me with some delicious baked
   goodies,  especially around the holidays.  They also helped me dress up my
   apartment by suggesting things like plants,  accent pillows and other such
   things so much more appreciated by women.   They would even invite me over
   for dinner occasionally.   The meal was always exceptional since Donna was
   a trained gourmet chef.  (Or would that be chef-ess?  chefette?)
   
   I always enjoyed it  when I got  the chance to see these two  women  but I
   never explored any romantic opportunities with them.   I'm not really much
   of a "lady killer" and don't do too well when I meet women.  I guess I'm a
   bit shy really.   But for some reason,  women seem to relax around  me.  I
   guess they figure  that I'm  not going to  put some flashy moves  on them.
   They sometime  treat me  like their  brother.   I am not very threatening.
   That usually makes it all the  more difficult for  me to try to  develop a
   romance.   I suppose  another reason was  because I was seeing  this other
   women pretty seriously.   I like things  pretty simple and didn't  want to
   complicate  one relationship  and possibly  screw  up  a  nice friendship.
   Besides,  if I started dating  one,  that  would probably  cause  some ill
   feelings in the other.  Too many ways to get into trouble.
   
   That isn't to say I didn't fantasize about them.  Many times I would allow
   my thoughts  to  wonder  to  torrid  visions of sexual encounters  with my
   neighbors.  
   
   Our two apartment were in the crux  of  an L-shaped building  that faced a
   picturesque hillside.  The windows were extra large in the living room and
   bedroom to  take  advantage of  the view.   This  also  meant that  if the
   curtains were open, we could see into each other's apartment.  I typically
   kept the curtains in the living room open all the time.
   
   One of my favorite pastimes was to sit in my easy chair by  the window and
   read.   I also regularly glanced upward to see if Donna or Alicia could be
   seen.   If they were,  we usually exchanged a friendly wave.   We were all
   pretty comfortable with the relationship.
   
   Over time,  I have seen the girls entertain the gamete  of relatives, girl
   friends and boy friends.   I must admit that I always felt just  a bit sad
   when a boy friend was visiting and the drapes became closed as the evening
   progressed.
   
   Eventually,  and inevitably,  my relationship with Marilyn turned sour and
   we broke up.   Even during it's best moments it could only be described as
   flat and not too terribly  exciting.   But a loss  is  a loss  and  I went
   through  the  obligatory  depression  and  sorry-for-myself  period.   
   
   One evening,  while in this emotional funk, I was reading and glanced over
   the tops of my reading glasses and into my neighbor's  living room window.
   There were about 5 or 6 women visiting and it looked like they were having
   some kind of party.   This struck me as a bit  unusual so I  watched a bit
   more intently.
    
   It didn't take  long for me to  figure out  what was going  on.  They were
   having one of those lingerie parties.   One woman was presenting her wares
   to  the invitees.   They  were drinking white wine  and there was  lots of
   giggling going on.   I couldn't hear anything but from their  gestures, it
   wasn't too difficult to imagine what they were saying.
    
   "OH NO!   I couldn't wear that!"  a very over-weight woman  must have been
   saying while she covered her mouth with one  hand and pointed  to the very
   small sheer teddy being held up by the matronly woman that was wearing too
   much make-up.
   
   I then  saw slender Alicia  take  the garment and hold  it  over her tight
   fitting T-shirt and faded jeans.   "She  could  wear  that  just  fine", I
   caught myself saying out loud.
   
   I went  back  to  my  book but checked  in on the party  occasionally.  It
   eventually broke up  around  8  o'clock.   I watched Donna and Alicia make
   their  way around  the apartment picking up  after their guests  had left.
   Although  the hillside is nice,  I rather preferred the view  of  two very
   attractive women repeatedly bending over in very tight jeans.
   
   I was just about to finish reading and close the book when I took one more
   glance across the way.  In the window was Donna waving at me as if she had
   been trying to get my attention for some time.   She was mouthing "come on
   over".  There was nothing unusual about the request so I thought little of
   it and preceded to do as was suggested.
    
   As soon as the door opened, I was greeted with a big hug and a kiss on the
   cheek by Donna.  The stereo was pretty loud but I doubt if the two of them
   noticed it.   They were probably pretty  used to it  by now.   The air was
   pretty  stale so  it  was a good  thing that  Donna went over to  open the
   living room window.   There was a heavy  odor of sweet cheep  perfumes.  I
   assumed that it came from the perfumes of their guests and  the assortment
   of body oils,  lotions, candles and incense that had probably been whiffed
   by the gathering.   There  was also  another scent that  I  was  much more
   familiar  with  but I couldn't  place it.   It was much more  delicate and
   seemed almost straining to get through the other,  more artificial smells.
   I liked it.  What was it?  I knew that smell.
   
   Donna, now standing before the screened window, turned to me and said in a
   louder than  necessary voice,  "Wanna  glass of wine?   It's really good."
   She giggled and she went of  to fetch  one without waiting for  my answer.
   It was pretty  clear to  me that she was already quite  familiar  with the
   wine.   I have  the feeling that  they  had spent  most  of  the afternoon
   getting well acquainted.  
   
   Silently, I wondered, "Where's Alicia?"
   
   As if on  cue,  out from the hall way swished Alicia.   "Swished"  was the
   only way to describe it!   I could swear I  heard a swishing  sound as she
   went right past me towards the kitchen to join her roommate.
   
   "Hi Rick", she said to me and preceded stop and talk to the closed door to
   the kitchen.    "Hey!   How do I look?",  she asked the door.  I think she
   too had been introduced to the "good" wine.
   
   Alicia stood a few feet in front of me facing the kitchen  door.  Like her
   roommate,  she  wore  a T-shirt and  jeans.   But  over  this unremarkable
   ensemble was a pink and  very sheer ...uh..wrap?..no...uh...robe?....nope,
   definitely not a robe.   I'm not sure what you'd call it.  It came down to
   the middle of her  very attractive buttocks  and was trimmed in  some kind
   of furry stuff that ran around the lower edge and up the front.  Even with
   the  T-shirt  and  jeans  I  could  tell  that  this   garment  had  great
   possibilities.
   
   Donna zoomed out of the kitchen and  almost collided into  Alicia.  (I was
   to find out that there would be a lot of  "zooming"  and "swishing"  going
   on this evening.)
   
   Stopping  just momentarily, Donna said, "Looks great".  She then continued
   her zooming and zoomed right up to me.   She handed me the wine, whispered
   into my ear,  "Sorry to hear about Marilyn.   But we love you."  She again
   kissed me on the cheek.  I suppose I was to take comfort in that.
   
   Turning to her oddly dressed roommate she continued, "...but don't take my
   word for it.  Ask Rickey here.  He's probably a better judge than me."
   
   I hated being called Rickey.   I hated it even when I was 8  and I hate it
   at 28.  But somehow I resisted the urge to tell her.  What was that smell?
   
   "So wadda ya think Rick.   Do ya like it?   Does it turn  you on?", Alicia
   asked sarcastically.  Then she mockingly twirled in her little nighty.
   
   "Kinda hard to tell but I think it has possibilities",  I said casually as
   I took my first sip of the "good"  wine.  Augh!  The "good" wine violently
   attacked every well trained  taste bud on  my tongue.   Did they pour this
   from the wrong bottle?
   
   My remark didn't seem to register with Alicia.  Donna sat down on the easy
   chair  and I sat on  the sofa  with  my  back to the hallway.  Alicia just
   zoomed back down the hallway.
   
   "Had a party here today?", I nonchalantly asked.
    
   "Yeah",  Donna  answered.   "We had a bunch of  girls here  for a lingerie
   party.   It was fun."   She took a big gulp of her wine  and then giggled.
   No doubt caused by a mental flash of the earlier festivities.   "Got kinda
   crazy for a while.   Especially when  the sex toys  came  out.   You know.
   Dildos and Ben-Wa  balls and stuff."   I felt a  little uncomfortable with
   the unnecessary clarification.  "But they had some pretty sexy clothes."
   
   Then I saw her eyes open very wide with surprise.  Her mouth did likewise.
   Her gaze shifted to over and behind me.
   
   "Holy shit", she gasped.
   
   I could only  assume that a huge  oak hutch filled  to  capacity with very
   heavy earthenware was about to crash down and squash me.   With an obvious
   ducking movement I swung around to see the instrument of my destruction.
   
   There was no hutch about to crush me but the feeling  of  eminent disaster
   did not leave me.  Alicia was walking towards us but oblivious to the fact
   that she had both of our undivided attentions.  She was busy attempting to
   tie the only two strings that served to close her new  nighty   just below
   the neck.
   
   During  Alicia's absence,  she had removed  the T-shirt and jeans  and had
   also put on the rest of the outfit.   Under her almost transparent top was
   a tiny matching pink bra.  It was cut extremely low and barely covered her
   nipples that pressed hard against the pink material.
   
   Since her top could only be  closed above  her breasts,  it was open below
   them.   Her very curvaceous and slender waste was exposed.  The tiniest of
   pink  triangles covered her womanhood and it  was  held  in  place  by the
   thinnest of strings that made the most enviable  trip over and  around her
   lovely hips.
   
   Once the  top was tied,  she opened her arms  and asked,  "How's this?"  I
   think she knew  the answer  which was good  because both Donna  and I were
   speechless.   Then she twirled without the  mocking  gestures.   Her ample
   breasts bounced and jiggled with her movements.   That bra was a marvel of
   textile engineering.
   
   Once her twirl was finished,  she  slipped  around  the  sofa  and bounced
   herself down.   Some parts of her body  did more bouncing than  others and
   also did it longer.  I took a gulp of my wine.
   
   "Holy  shit  Alicia",  I heard Donna repeat.   At  least I thought  it was
   Donna.   I wasn't exactly looking at her when I heard it but  I assumed it
   was her.  I might have been me but I'm pretty sure it was her.
   
   "I take it you like this better", Alicia asked.
   
   "No shit", is what I thought but did not say.
   
   Donna  turned  to  me  and asked,  "You're not  into  that  pinky virginal
   sweetsy  crap  are you Rick?"   Still  unable to answer,  she added, "I'll
   really show you something special."   And with that she got up and did her
   own zooming down the hall.
   
   "Well are you gonna stare at my tits or are you gonna pour me some more of
   that good wine?", Alicia snapped with a smile.  
   
   I got up,  backed toward the kitchen, almost tripped over the coffee table
   and stumbled through the kitchen door.   Once inside,  I felt myself begin
   to breathe again.   Sweat was beginning to form on my forehead.   My heart
   was pounding.   I leaned against the counter to collect  myself.  I looked
   for the wine.   
   
   "Hurry up in there Rickey"
   
   Among the messy hors  d'oeuvres I spotted a green half  gallon  jug.  That
   must be the wine.  I grabbed the skinny neck of the bottle and made my way
   back into the living room.
   
   As I entered,  so did  Donna from across the room.   I dropped  the skinny
   necked bottle on my foot.  I didn't feel it.
   
   "You  strike me as  this kind of  guy",  Donna asserted.  She also twirled
   around.
   
   She was dressed in a black-lace teddy with red lace trim.   She wore black
   stockings with garter belts and black heeled shoes.   The teddy was french
   cut well over her hips.   That cut was almost as high as her neck-line was
   cut low.  A wide and deep V plunged between Donna's large breasts.  Beside
   her nipples there was little else of her breasts that couldn't be seen.
   
   I stopped breathing again.
   
   Donna moved over to me.   She placed her arms around  my neck and  gave me
   another hug.  I felt her breasts press against me.  I also felt a tingling
   between my legs.   I probably had experienced that  tingling several times
   already but this was the first time that I noticed it.
   
   She slipped behind me without breaking her hug.   Then she  whispered into
   my ear,  "This is what you want,  isn't it.   God, you're a sexy man.  All
   you need is a big cock and you'd be perfect."
   
   I guess technically,  under that rather limited set of  criteria,  I could
   now consider myself perfect.
   
   "Wanna show me?",  Donna added as she came around  to the front  of me and
   backed away.
   
   She took my hand and  led me over to  the sofa.   I sat with  Donna on one
   side  and Alicia  on the  other.   The two of them began  kissing my face.
   They started rubbing their hands all around my chest.  What was I supposed
   to do now?  AND WHAT WAS THAT SMELL!  IT WAS DRIVING ME CRAZY!
   
   I guess  all  men  of  any  maturity  eventually  reach  the  point  in an
   uncomfortable situation where instinct takes over.  Like the point in time
   where an airline pilot knows he is going down and  if he took  the time to
   think about all the things  he must do  next,  everyone would perish.  But
   all his training and gut instincts  take over in such  a crisis situation.
   He reacts with an inner  knowledge and confidence.   He becomes automatic.
   He becomes  a  machine  that  responds  with  lightning  speed.   His mind
   calculates and  processes options instantly.   There is never a  moment of
   hesitation.  He becomes a superman.  All are saved.  He is a hero.
   
   I am no different.   My mind and body knew what to do.   Hell, one part of
   it  was already doing it.   My  initial shock was quickly  fading  and was
   being overcome with much less sophisticated thoughts.  They were much more
   basic and primitive.  I was rising to the occasion, literally.  I couldn't
   let all those people in that  plane die.   One false step and we  would be
   doomed.   I had to perform brilliantly.   It was all up to me.  I couldn't
   let them down.  
   
   My mind,  although a bit rusty, began to kick into high gear.  Quickly the
   crust of inactivity  broke away and  revealed a still  well lubricated and
   functioning mechanism.
   
   With my arms wrapped around my two friends,  I squeezed them  close to me.
   They ignored the gesture and kept kissing me  feverishly.   Donna slid her
   hand down  from my chest and pressed it  between my  legs.   She cupped my
   balls firmly  through my  pants and repeatedly  squeezed them.   I felt my
   penis working hard to press from under her  grasp.   She would not let it.
   She followed the expanding member  as it grew  and started tugging  at me.
   Occasionally she would pause to slid her hand up and down its length.
   
   "You DO have a big cock, don't you?", she whispered loud enough for Alicia
   and I to hear.
   
   I recall grunting something unintelligible.
   
   Not  wanting to  blindly accept  Donna's assessment for  her own, Alicia's
   hand joined Donna's and they  both stroked  and played with me  through my
   clothes.
   
   I hugged the two women again and let my hand  fall down from  around their
   shoulders.   I slipped each hand underneath their panties and found myself
   with two handfuls of the most delicious  buttocks you could  ever imagine.
   They were firm, warm and very smooth.
   
   Leaning to  one side  caused  my left hand  to slip from  Alicia's ass but
   plunge deep into Donna's panties.   My fingers made their way down between
   her cheeks and around  to the front  of her crotch.   They were pleasantly
   greeted by a hot steamy wetness that  signaled  Donna's aroused condition.
   The texture was delightfully thick and  slippery.   I was enjoying this as
   much as she obviously was.   I pressed down further and  allowed my middle
   finger to slip deep into Donna's pussy.   At the same instant  she stopped
   kissing my face,  grabbed my crotch hard, and with a hot breathy expulsion
   of air, whispered into my ear, "oh yes!  Fuck my pussy.  Fuck me."
   
   I began to do exactly as she requested.  I pressed another finger into her
   and started to thrust them in and out of her eager pussy.  She was getting
   wetter by  the  second.   She  was  also  drawing  into  herself.   Like a
   parachutest about to  lunge through the  open  door  of  an  airplane, she
   prepared for her orgasmic plunge into oblivion.  She let go of my now rock
   hard  penis.   She stopped kissing  me and let  her head fall back  on her
   shoulders.   She sat more upright   so I could press even deeper into her.
   Her breathing became  faster  and so did  my thrusting.   I could feel her
   hard clitoris press against my wet palm.  She was about to come.
   
   Totally ignoring her  friend,  Alicia kept kissing my face  and neck.  But
   when Donna let go of my cock,  so did she.   It was for a different reason
   though.   Her deft hands quickly undid my belt and zipper.   My pants were
   soon down to my ankles.   With equal ease and  a little help from  me, she
   slipped my  shorts  down  as  well.   She grabbed me  firmly  and  held me
   straight up.
   
   "Mmmmm", she muttered as if confronted with a long desired desert.
   
   She slid  down  off the couch  and  positioned  herself  between  my legs.
   Looking at me with naughty eyes she licked her lips, opened her mouth wide
   and sucked me in completely.   My body reacted with a shudder.  Nosily and
   wetly she sucked me in and out of her mouth.   She intentionally let large
   amounts of saliva drip all over me when she licked my cock  with her mouth
   open.
   
   Donna was totally unaware of anything but her impending  orgasm.  It began
   with quick erratic breaths.  She fell against my shoulder.  
   
   Mixed between her hot gasps I heard,  "Huh...Huh...I'm coming...Oh, God!..
   I'm coming...yes...Yes..."
   
   And  come  she did.   My hand  first felt  her muscles clench  down  on my
   fingers.   Then I felt a flood of warm wetness.  I quickened my movements.
   I was using my  whole hand to rub every part  of  her.   It got wetter and
   wetter with  each  spasm.   I  could literally feel  pools  of  female cum
   collect in the crevices  of my hand.   She wrapped her arms tightly around
   me as if trying to hold on against a violent wind.
   
   Then she stopped moving.   Her orgasm  was over.   I had never experienced
   so violent an orgasm in a women before and certainly not by  just fondling
   her.  She kissed me on the lips.  Her full lips parted and I felt her warm
   wet tongue press between my own lips.  Her breath was hot and panting.  It
   excited me even further.  I drew my hand from between her legs and it left
   with a noisy squishing sound.   I  held  her face  in  my  hand  while our
   tongues made their own love to each other.
   
   THAT  WAS IT!   That  was the  hauntingly  exciting  aroma  I  had smelled
   earlier.   Only now it wasn't bombarded by the smell of  cheap wine  and a
   multitude of perfumes of equal quality.   My two friends, along with their
   guests,  had gotten themselves so worked  up that even  that faint, sweet,
   exquisite, erotic scent could still be detected by a nose that truly knows
   no better thrill.
   
   I touched our joined  lips with my  wet fingers.   My nostrils filled with
   the wonderful scent of Donna's cum.   I added the warm and slippery cum to
   our kissing.   We both  took  delight in  kissing and licking  it  from my
   fingers.
   
   In a wicked and determined voice Donna promised,  "I will  also taste your
   cum."
   
   Our attentions now turned to Alicia  who was dutifully devouring  my cock.
   She was all over me like a crazed woman.   She paid equal  attention to my
   balls.   She was very good at what she was  doing.   Each time she slid my
   cock between those luscious red lips of hers, I could feel the back of her
   tongue caressing me.   Time  and time  again I  intentionally  squeezed my
   groin muscles full knowing that I was pressing more and more of my pre-cum
   into Alicia's mouth.  Each time she just took me in that much deeper as if
   to say, "Give me all you can."
   
   Donna stood up and removed all of  her clothes while Alicia  continued her
   expert work.   She stood naked and beautiful before  me.   I used  both my
   hands to rub her stomach and breasts.   I also spent some time teasing and
   caressing the small and very erect nipples  of her large  firm breasts.  I
   occasionally returned a hand to between her  legs to retrieve  some of her
   magical wetness and used  it  to  lubricate and excite  her nipples.  More
   than once she intercepted my hand and brought it to her mouth to  lick the
   cum from my fingers.  She seemed to know of it's special appeal to me.
   
   Then Donna stepped around behind Alicia and undressed her.   They were now
   both naked.  Donna interrupted her friend and said, "I want him to suck my
   pussy."
   
   Alicia smiled with my dick still in her mouth and then stood  up.  The two
   of them slid me to the floor.  Facing me, Donna straddled my shoulders and
   pressed her crotch down onto my face.  She was still very wet with cum and
   I was more than eager to lick and suck it from  her.   I pressed my tongue
   far into her cunt and  playfully lapped at the folds within  her.   I also
   licked at her clitoris.   That made her squirm about on my  face and smear
   it with her warm cum.
   
   "Oh you taste so good", I said.  "I love the taste of your cum."
   
   "I'm glad",  she replied.  "I want to feel your tongue in my cunt.  I want
   to feel you suck my cum from my pussy.   Your tongue feels so good  in me.
   Fuck me with your tongue."
   
   Alicia said, "Stop for a second."
   
   We did and looked at her. 
   
   "I want  to  have your hard  dick deep inside  my pussy.   I'm so wet from
   sucking on your cock.  I could taste your cum.  It made me so fucking hot.
   I want you to fuck me.  Look.  See?"
   
   She squatted over  my cock and used  the   fingers   of one hand to spread
   the lips  of her pussy.   Her exposed clitoris  was erect and a  very deep
   pink.   Her other hand was busy rubbing it  and spreading her  wetness all
   over herself.   And  then  a  most  remarkable  thing  happened.   Her own
   caresses caused her to get so wet that a long strand of lubrication slowly
   stretched  from  her  cunt.   The  clear  slender  thread  stretched  down
   continuously until it touched me at the tip  of my extended  cock.  It was
   warm and wonderful.
   
   Then she started using my cock to spread it  even further.   I felt like I
   was being tortured.  She was stroking me up and down.  I wanted to come so
   bad.  
   
   I went back to licking Donna's pussy in hopes of delaying my orgasm.  Then
   I felt Alicia sit down.   My well slickened cock easily  slipped deep into
   her cunt.  I involuntarily let out a deep gasp.  So did Alicia.  Without a
   pause,  she started moving up and down on my  shaft.   Each time she would
   draw me  to  the verge of  loosing me  from  her vagina and  then sit down
   again, impaling herself once more.
   
   "Oh God.   Your cunt feels  so good.   It's so tight around my  cock.  I'm
   gonna cum real soon."
   
   "I want you to", Alicia softly replied.  "Come deep into my cunt."
   
   Donna got up off of me and  kissed me hard  on my cum covered  lips.  Then
   she moved down closer to where Alicia was riding me.   Donna reached under
   her friend  and grabbed my  cock.   She began to  stroke  me  while Alicia
   continued moving up and  down.   She also used her hand  to help stimulate
   Alicia's clit.
   
   Faster and faster Alicia moved on me.   She closed her eyes  and seemed to
   do what Donna had done when her orgasm was approaching.
   
   She started to move erratically.   Her chest expanded and  contracted with
   deep gasps.   Her  wonderful breasts jiggled with  each  breath.  Then she
   came.   I felt her squeeze me tight.   Like Donna,  Alicia came hard and a
   lot.  I felt her cunt flow and cover me with her warm cum.  I could see my
   cock glisten with the clear slick juice that pressed out of her  with each
   thrust.
   
   This was all too much for me.   "I'm gonna cum!",  I warned.  They ignored
   me.
   
   Every muscle  seemed  to  contract  at  once.   Alicia sat down on  me and
   stopped moving.  I felt my dick release a long burst of cum deep into her.
   
   "Oh yes", she said.  "I feel you coming."
   
   Alicia was slowly lifting herself up when I spasmed again.  I saw my thick
   white cream ooze out from Alicia's cunt.  She leaned far back.  Donna then
   pulled my  cock  from  within  her  friend  and  started  rubbing Alicia's
   clitoris with my still spurting head.
   
   Again and again I came.  Each burst splattered long thick strands of white
   cum on Alicia's pussy and up along her abdomen.   Donna then fulfilled her
   earlier promise.   As my orgasm began to  subside,  she sucked me into her
   mouth.   She laid  her face  against her friends cum  covered  abdomen and
   gladly accepted the last remaining spurts of semen.
   
   When my orgasm was over,  she withdrew my spend cock from her  mouth.  She
   had not swallowed my ejaculate and now let it slide back out  from between
   her talented lips.   She deposited it back  onto my cock  and caressed its
   length with pursed lips.  
   
   With  cum still clinging  to  her cheeks  and  lips,  she  now  turned her
   attentions to  Alicia's  pussy just a  head turn away.   I watched Donna's
   tongue  tickle  Alicia's  clitoris  and occasionally press  into her pussy
   still dripping with my cum.
   
   Soon our passions subsided and we just looked at each other not  sure what
   to say next.  We were content and satisfied.
   
   After a few moments I heard myself aske, "Got any more of that good wine."
   
   I deserved it.  I had brought the plane down safely.


A BIRTHDAY PRESENT

BY OMNI GIRL

He was young - only 17. He'd been my waiter at lunch, at the busy
restaurant in the museum I'd been wandering through. He had the
look of an artist, or a musician. Tall (over six feet) and very
slim - almost skinny, in fact - with long black hair combed
straight back from his forehead and falling over his collar in
back. During the course of the meal, I discovered that it was his
birthday - and that he was very attracted to me. The first piece
of information came tumbling out of him in conversation. The
second was in his eyes.

As luck would have it, I was his last table of the day. I wonder
how I would have arranged it, otherwise. All I know is that I
would have thought of something. I left the restaurant and walked
back to a display from which I could watch the entrance. He would
have to walk by me to leave the museum. When he did, I timed my
stroll to "coincidentally" cross his path.

He looked at me in pleased surprise.

"Oh, hello, John," I said. "Going off to celebrate your birthday,
I guess. What's on the agenda for tonight?"

"Nothing, I'm afraid," he answered. "I just moved to New York and
I have no friends here to speak of. I'll probably have dinner
somewhere and spend the evening at home."

"That's terrible!" I said, blessing my guardian angel. "I don't
think anyone should be alone on their birthday! Oh, by the way,
my name's Michelle."

It only took a few minutes. I was easy to manipulate the
conversation, first to things he might do, then to movies he
liked, and finally to a movie we were both interested in. Before
he knew it, he was going to meet me at a theater near my
apartment.

At the theater, he was warm and bubbling with energy. At 32, I
was almost twice his age - but it didn't seem to matter to him.
Of course, I like to think that I don't look my age at all (maybe
25, at the outside!) but it was still wonderful to see that he
paid no attention to it at all.

We made a striking couple. He had changed into the regulation
downtown uniform of black pants with a big, full-cut black shirt
and black boots. I wore a black leather mini and an off-the-
shoulder black mohair sweater. With my heels, I was almost on a
par with his 6'5" height. We were the center of attention in the
waiting line.

I hardly remember the movie. What I remember is him buying me
popcorn and keeping up a steady stream of chatter as we waited
for the show to start. Then, in the dark, that electrifying
instant when his arm brushed my thigh, and all of a sudden
everything changed.

The air was charged with sexuality. I could FEEL him in the dark
- feel his attention on me. His arm, on the armrest against mine,
seemed to reach out for me. I let my legs lean to the left,
toward him, and felt his knee brush mine as he changed position.
He stayed there, not moving his leg, for the longest time - and I
loved it!

We left the movie in a different mood than we had been in
earlier. There was a charge to the air, an expectation, that
hadn't been there before. I invited him back to my apartment and
cooked him a quick pasta primavera for his birthday. After
dinner, we sat together on the couch and drank our coffee. I
could feel that he wanted to make some kind of a move - but he
was too inexperienced and nervous to figure out what to do.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. While in there, I
freshened my makeup and fixed my hair. I knew exactly what I
wanted to do - and I was surprised to find my heart pounding like
a schoolgirl's as I returned to the living room.

"I have a birthday present for you, John," I said, as I entered
the room.

"Oh, no, Michelle, I couldn't accept anything from you! You've
been so nice already - it's too much!"

"I think you'll find this is perfect - at least I hope so!" I
said, as I walked over to the couch. Kneeling down in front of
him, between his long, sprawled-out legs, I began to unbuckle his
belt.

His eyes were wide in surprise. I could tell that he couldn't
believe what was happening. In a moment, his pants were unzipped
and I was tugging them down from his waist. He woke up enough,
then, to raise his hips, and I hooked my index fingers in the
waistband of his briefs and pulled everything down at once.

I had known, from little glimpses I'd caught of his crotch during
the day together, that he was far from small - but my heart was
in my throat as his lowered briefs exposed the cock beneath them.
It was magnificent! Over eight inches long, and really thick, it
was like nothing I had ever had before! It sprang free of it's
confinement and stood up like an arrow, pointing toward his chin.

I desperately wanted it - but I took the extra moment, teasing
both myself and him, to remove his shoes, socks, pants and
underpants. Then I had him in front of me, naked from the waist
down. The butterflies I had in my stomach earlier had travelled
south and become a charge of sexual excitement in my lower
abdomen and my pussy. The skirt was so tight that I couldn't even
get my hand under there - so I had to just kneel there and
squeeze my thighs together as tightly as I could, savoring the
rush of pleasure it brought.

Then I reached out, circled his beautiful cock with my right hand
and drew it toward me. Sitting back on my heels, I looked up into
his eyes and lowered my head to place a kiss on the swelling, red
head. While my lips were still pressed against him, I opened them
and stuck just the tip of my tongue out, to lick him from just
below the head up to the opening in the center. I felt the little
jerk as his partially-erect cock jumped with pleasure.

I continued to tease both of us, by licking back and forth like
that. I felt his cock GROWING - getting even longer and thicker
as I played with him, and becoming steel-hard underneath that
silky-soft skin. I began to lick around the head in a circular
motion, my tongue giving special attention to that little flap of
skin under the front of the head. Each time the tip passed over
that little, secret place, his cock jumped in excitement.

Drawing my head back so that I could see all of his beautiful
prick, I took it in both hands at once. I stroked him for a
moment, and looked up to see his eyes riveted on my hands,
watching them pulling the skin up and back - the right one (on
top) occasionally rubbing over the head.

"Your hands are so beautiful," he said. "They look so sexy
wrapped around my cock!"

When he said "cock", it was like the word went THROUGH me - just
the sound of it sent shivers through my body. I smiled up at him,
looking straight into his eyes.

"If you think my HANDS look good wrapped around your cock," I
said, "wait'll you see what my LIPS look like!"

I continued to look straight into his eyes, and bent forward.
Holding him in my right hand, and gently cupping his balls in my
left, I opened my mouth and took his cock as deep into my mouth
as I could.

He really filled my mouth up! I mean, he was no Johnny Wadd - no
14 inches - but I'VE never seen anything bigger, and that drove
me wild! As I slid my mouth up and down his big prick, I couldn't
really suck him the way I would anyone else. For one thing, I
couldn't get more than about three-quarters of him in! It wasn't
so much the length as it was the size of the head - it was so big
around that it was difficult to get it very far back in my mouth!
And my jaw began to ache almost immediately, from having to keep
my mouth so far open.

I looked up at him frequently, from my vantage point between his
legs. His eyes almost never left me, which was wonderful! Most
men close their eyes for as much as half of a blowjob - and I
like to see them looking at me. I like it when they comment on
how it turns them on to watch. And he did that! It was obvious
that he'd been given head a few times before, but not in the way
I was doing it to him now.

To give my jaws a rest, I reluctantly drew my head back up off
his cock and began to kiss and lick him in a trail down the
front. When I got to his balls, I carefully took one of them in
my mouth and rolled it around gently with my tongue while I
continued to stroke him with my right hand. That really set him
off - he began to moan and to thrust hard with his hips, fucking
my hand hard. So I took the other ball in too, and got a grip on
his cock with BOTH hands and started to really stroke hard. His
movements got more and more wild - then suddenly I heard him
mumble almost unintelligably "Just a little bit more" and I knew
I was too close to the end! So I just stopped.

He was in agony! I didn't intend to stop permanently - just long
enough to allow him to get his breath back. I just didn't want
the experience of sucking him to end so quickly, that's all. I
finally got him to understand that, and he relaxed a little bit.
Now, I was sure that the only oral sex he'd had was with
relatively inexperienced girls in high school (and I later found
out I was right).

Once he realized that there was no hurry, as far as I was
concerned, and that I really LOVED what I was doing - and that
all we had to do to make the pleasure last was to bring him up to
the edge and then rest for a moment - he was happy to go on
letting me eat him for about forty minutes or so. I revelled in
it. I had such a young, hard, BIG cock to play with that I didn't
want anything else. I knew I'd be taken care of later, so I just
gave myself over to sucking him.

At one point, after sucking his balls again, I put my head down
deep between his legs and began to lick his asshole. As I held
his balls out of the way with my left hand, rolling them around
in the sack, and jerked his big prick with my right, I ran my
tongue around and over his puckered ass - and finally stiffened
it as much as I could and pushed it a little ways in. That drove
him nuts! At first he tried to get me to stop (probably shocked
that someone would want to lick his ass) but then he gave in to
it - and I nearly lost him there, for a moment!

Finally, though, we got to the point where he wouldn't stop. At
the end, he just refused to let me back off from his cock. He
held my head down with BOTH of his hands and began to fuck my
mouth! His cock was too big for me to take that - he began,
unintentionally, to hurt the back of my throat with his thrusts.
Finally, I was able to get up off him for a moment, and I told
him to calm down. I explained that, if he'd let me, I'd bring him
off better than anything he had ever felt. He apologised, and
looked so sheepish that I had to laugh - and he thought that I
was making fun of him. For a minute, I thought we'd lose the
moment - but he was too interested in cumming for that, thank
God!

I got a good grip on him with both hands, my left down near his
balls and my right up under the head. I'm no small woman, and I
had BOTH hands full of cock at this point. I took his head and a
couple of inches of his cock into my mouth and rested my mouth
against the back of my right hand, then started to jerk him off
with both hands at once - with my mouth keeping time and staying
right against my hand.

He started to fuck really hard, and I knew that we were nearly
there. I kept watching him as I sucked. I wanted to see the look
on his face when he shot! He was still looking at me, but his
eyes were strangely unfocussed - like he was seeing me and not
seeing me at the same time.

When it happened, there was no warning at all! He just groaned
really loud - and the cum started flooding my mouth! I couldn't
believe how much there was. At the same moment, his eyes SNAPPED
into focus, and he was staring at me - watching every movement.

The first couple of shots actually filled my mouth up! I wanted
him to see everything, so I tried NOT to swallow for a minute, so
that I could give him a good show - but that didn't work at all!
I finally HAD to swallow, because the cum kept pouring out of
him! I had remembered that young men frequently have a lot, but I
couldn't believe this! For the first time, I had cum dripping
down my chin and my neck because I COULDN'T keep up with the
flow! As he got toward the end of his orgasm, but was still
shooting, I pulled my head back and drew my mouth off his cock.
Opening it up so that he could SEE the mouthfull I still had, I
continued to stroke his cock with my hands.

The shots continued with enough force to arc into my mouth - and
a couple landed on my cheek, which I loved! This was the first
time I had ever given a blowjob the way I had dreamed of doing
it! He watched the cum landing on my face in fascination, and I
could tell that he LOVED that and the way I looked, smiling up at
him with a mouthfull of his sperm! When it was finally over, I
held him gently in my left hand, feeling the big cock shrinking
rapidly. I stroked him lightly, and gently ran my thumb over the
still-soaking head, while I used my right hand to wipe the cum
off my chin and cheek and licked up every drop! He watched in
fascination, and later told me that I had made real one of his
most frequent fantasies. He thought I did it for him - but it was
definitely for both of us!

When it was over, he was like a puppy - all tail-wagging and
grateful. When he asked what he could do for me, I just stood up,
smiled, and led him into the bedroom. By the next morning, I had
been more than paid back!!

