Celebrating a Special Day: Birthday Edition
The Hughes' neighborhood barbecue was happening tonight, and since they were my next-door neighbors, I was practically obligated to go.
They were a friendly couple. Martha was an amazing homemaker, and Dan had spent enough time manning the grill that I almost looked forward to his cooking. Their son, Jonathan, had just graduated high school and was on his way to becoming a big-time lawyer. And then there was their daughter, Aurora.
I had never met her, but from what I heard, she was quite a firecracker. She had always been a handful, but after going through puberty and her body developing, she became downright rebellious.
When Dan sent out the invitations for their May barbeque, he mentioned that Aurora would be back, and that they would be celebrating her graduation and her birthday.
So, I decided to be polite and get her a gift, even though I had no idea what to get a young girl. I asked some kids at the mall for advice and they directed me to a trendy makeup brand with bright, colorful packaging. The price tag seemed a bit steep.
I waited until I saw some other guests arrive before heading over to the Hughes' house. I have a friendly relationship with the Hughes, but we're not exactly friends. I walked through the gate and straight into the backyard.
Martha took care of the indoor stuff while Dan maintained the outdoors. He had built a covered patio with a built-in grilling area complete with gas and water lines. The only grass in the backyard was the space around the pool, which was Dan's pride and joy. He always kept it immaculately maintained, and it made everyone else's lawns look shabby by comparison.
"Hey, Rick!" Dan greeted me as I entered the yard.
"Nice to see you too, Dan," I replied, offering him a handshake.
He chuckled at my joke before leading me to the patio. I spotted the gift area and added my present to the growing pile.
"Wow," I said, taking a big whiff. "That smells delicious, as always. Won't have to wait long for dinner."
"It'll be ready soon," Dan reassured me, opening the fridge near the grill and offering me a beer. I accepted it, cracked it open, and tapped it against my friend's before sitting down by the pool.
I greeted a few familiar faces as I walked around, but my attention was drawn to an incredibly sexy woman by the pool.
Her hot pink hair tumbled down to her tiny bikini, which left very little to the imagination. The golden evening light highlighted her athletic frame and every curve of her body. Her curves were well-sculpted - from her perfectly rounded hips to the toned definition of her abs and thighs.
I approached her and tapped my bottle against her shoulder, "Hello, Aurora, right?""You figured it out," she replied, not looking up from her phone. But as she glanced back at me, her eyes gleamed with interest.
"Yep, they did mention you were feisty," I joked.
Aurora didn't seem affected by my teasing. She finally looked up at me and assessed me with a curious look.
"And who are you?" she asked, sounding excited.
"My name is Rick," I said, sitting down in a nearby chair.
She grinned naughtily as she leaned toward me. "And what about Dick?" she asked playfully, spreading her legs to display her enticing figure.
I choked out a laugh and tried to fan myself with my beer bottle. "I'm not used to women being so straightforward."
Aurora teased, "Maybe you've just never seen a woman who isn't afraid of her own sexuality?" She leaned in closer, planting a hand on her pillow for support as she continued to look me up and down.
Just then, Dan rang his dinner bell, rescuing me from the lusty distraction. We all made our way to the table, and Aurora insisted on sitting next to me. As usual, Dan took the head of the table while Martha sat to his right. Everyone else found their seats, and we were led in prayer by Martha. As we bowed our heads for grace, Aurora took my hand and squeezed it.
Everyone held hands while Martha prayed for the delicious meal in front of them. "Thank you for this wonderful feast, Lord. Bless the food and the hands that made it. We are also grateful for the company we are sharing it with. And, if it's Your will, we ask that our beautiful, healthy daughter gets everything she desires this year." Aurora played with my hand as Martha spoke. "Amen."
Dan really outdid himself with the grilling, and Martha impressed with her side dishes. Conversation flowed throughout the meal.
Aurora kept slipping her hand between my legs, causing a noticeable bulge in my pants. I tried shoving her away, but she insisted and I didn't want to cause a scene.
Martha came out of the kitchen with a pink sheet cake that said "Happy 22nd Birthday, Aurora" on it. Two big candles shaped like the number two sat on top. "Twenty-two candles to celebrate her age." The others sang the birthday song, and I toasted as well. After blowing out the candles, Dan cut the cake.
Aurora took a chunk of frosting with her finger, then licked it off. "You should try some." She teased and cautioned, "Yes, keep looking at me while you're eating it."
After everyone had a slice, Dan started a campfire. I was about to join the crowd, but Aurora held onto my wrist.
"I have something up here I want to show you." Her excitement felt genuine. "Please come see it."
I wondered what it could be. "Whatever it is,show me."
"It's not something easy to show down here. You have to come upstairs to see it," she suggested.
I shrugged. "If that's what you want."
She thought about it. "These people came to eat free food. No one's here for me." She smiled suggestively. "You seem like the only person who's actually interested in me."
"Woah, woah." I prevented her from dragging me away. "Let me arrange these presents."
She stormed off, leaving me to rearrange the gifts. Then, she appeared behind me. "Do you want to know what I wished for?"
"Not really," I evaded, smoothing out a wrinkle in the package. "But I'm sure you're going to tell me."
"I wished that you'd sleep with me."
I nearly choked. "What?"
But she barely waited. "Come here and see it." She leaped onto the bed and spread her legs. "Don't worry. The door is still open. No one is coming up here."
"This feels wrong," I kept repeating. "Maybe I'm just not ready."
"Just feel it," she demanded. "Then you'll change your mind." She grabbed my arm again to draw me near. "Sit down."
Aurora, dressed in a bikini bottom, lay back and pulled up her top to expose her breasts. "If it makes you more comfortable, I can take it off."
"No," I said quickly. Then, with shaky hands, I sat down and just looked at her. "This is wrong but...okay."
"Why don't you feel it?" She questioned, gesturing between us.
I hesitated, then slowly reached out.
She grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest, right above her heart. "I'll give you time to think," she said, letting go. "Just sit back and relax."
For a moment, I sat there, unsure what to do.
"You can explore me if you want," she offered. "Take your time. I'll be here."
I did as I was asked. My hands feel all over her body, touching her breasts and bottom. This was completely foreign to me.
"I've never done anything like this before."
"A lot of people haven't," she said with a comforting smile. "You seem genuine and kind. I just want you to experience my warmth and softness."
Slowly, she took her shirt off, revealing her breasts. Then, she undid the strings tying her bottom to reveal her private area. I helplessly just looked at her.
"I'm not naked yet, but I'm almost there."
I couldn't believe it. "This feels so wrong."
Her face grew concerned. "But it's a good kind of wrong, isn't it?"
Without saying a word, I leaned in and kissed her. We kissed, then started to touch each other all over. We were both nervous, learning, and wanting more.
We didn't stop there. We kept exploring each other's bodies for a while. I don't know how we started it or stopped, but there was suddenly a small puncture in her private area. We kept touching until we both felt satisfaction.
In the end, we panted from the effort. Aurora lay there naked, her head in my lap. I looked down at her satisfied face, then glanced at the open door and doorbell.
Flabbergasted by her force, I stumbled ahead as she tugged me towards her, yet I managed to retain my balance before she accomplished her aim. As I withdrew my arm, her flawless pink nails dug into my dermis, scraping me.
Without awaiting a reaction, I exited her chamber, shutting the door behind me. Not desiring to cause a ruckus, I departed from the Hughes' residence through their front entrance, rather than returning to the celebration.
The forthcoming morning, I descended the steps with the objective of heading to the kitchen to concoct some coffee. However, my designs altered when, through the frosted glass of my gauge windows, I observed a pink silhouette drawing near. Figuring out who it was, I arose the front door.
Stationed in the threshold, I awaited Aurora to complete her trek. She was donning a knee-extending blimp winter coat with a set of Converse sneakers and no-show socks, all in various shades of pink.
When she arrived near enough to hear me, I called out, "What's with the apparel? It's like eighty degrees out."
"It's a surprise." She stated, ascending the steps of my landing.
"Perhaps you need to be in school?" I inquired, wanting her to discontinue. "It's Monday."
"I just graduated." She clarified, her tone disrespectful. "I'm simply relaxing for the summer. I'll begin looking for a career in the autumn."
"Well, I need to prepare for my work." I fibbed, hoping she'd leave.
"You're a horrible liar." She challenged, breaching my confabulation. "What exactly is it? Isn't she beautiful enough for you?"
"Aurora, you're very beautiful," I attempted to mollify her. "However, you're a juvenile when compared to me."
"No, I'm not." She rebutted, angst amplifying in her voice. "Does this seem like the body of a juvenile?"
She removed her coat and discarded it on the ground, revealing her naked frame. The early daylight seeping through my curtains formed an ethereal radiance against her supple corpus. Her fragile, hourglass structure was a work of art crafted with delicate expertise. From her ripe bosoms, to her slender waist, and voluptuous buttocks, her physique was fashioned with delicate meticulousness.
Stepping forward, she ascended onto her toes to attempt meeting my gaze, yet she was too undersized. "Just accede it, you're dreadful," she taunted, prodding a finger in my direction. Without a scruple, I seized her hand, startling her into a soft gasp.
"Fine." I expressed, anger fuming within me. "Are you desiring this?"
"I am." She contradicted, a challenge flashing in her eyes.
In a sudden rage of irritation, I yanked her by the hand, steering her forcefully to the couch where I briskly bent her across my knee.
She gasped when I placed my palm on her ass. Her breathing quickly deepened with anticipation as I withdrew my hand. With a swift motion, I bestowed a resonant whack, my sturdy hand overpowering her delicate frame. A sharp exhalation spurted from her lips, forced out by the sting of discomfort.
Repeatedly, I demonstrated, each swat harming her tender skin further. Her sobbing transformed into soft sobs, as the vermilion of her flesh deepened.
Having crushed her, I gentled my touch, caressing her scorching flesh affectionately. My fingers traced gently along the contours of her body, lingering at the downy warmth between her legs, a silent recognition of her submission.
As her sobbing abated, I enquired. "Did you comprehend your lesson?"
She stared at me, teardrops pooling in her eyes. Forcibly articulating a phrase from her throat, she softly stated, "Yes."
I clutched her face, embracing her cheeks in my grasp. "If we're embarking on this, then it's 'Yes, sir.'"
Swallowing massively, she vocalized the phrase. "Yes, sir."
"Good girl." I patted her forehead. "Now, prostrate yourself."
I eased my position and she knelt between my legs. Unfastening the strap on my gown, it tumbled to the sides, rendering my plumber's briefs that supported my bulging phallus apparent. Extending my grasp, she surreptitiously extracted it from its prison.
On the verge of being astonished, she wrapped her fingers around it, nourishing it with her tongue. After doling out a stern glance, she accepted it in her mouth.
As she bent down, I tenderly rested my palm on her head, firmly pushing her lower. I slowly moved my hand again and again until her throat constricted from my massive shaft. She made an effort to pull away but I kept her in place as she coughed and choked on my huge tool.
After a few moments, I relinquished my grip. She stirred, let out some coughs, and cleared her throat.
"You'll be fine." I reassured her gently, then took notice of the fear in her eyes.
At once, she tried to crawl away from me, but it was replaced swiftly by a quick decision. She crawled back to me and got between my knees, attempting to go down on me again.
"You're doing great." I lauded, amazed by her inner strength.
With my forefinger under her chin, I pulled her face up and guided her toward me. She closed her watery eyes, puckering her lips, hoping for a kiss.
Rather than giving her a kiss, I query, "Are you ready for more?"
With a small pout on her face, she shook her head yes.
"Say it." I ordered.
Looking me directly in the eyes, her resilience overcame the pain, she stated, "I want more. I crave you."
"Great girl." I responded, getting up. Assisting her in standing, I led her to the stairs.
Descending, I glanced at her closely, unsure how she would respond to what was laid out in my play room. Designed for the art of bondage, the space was a complex pattern of tables, chairs, and benches each equipped with different gear. The room was filled with toys and tools of pleasure and pain, demonstrating its purpose.
I observed her as she scanned the room, trying to understand what it was about. Her initial shock was replaced by a barely concealed curiosity.
Due to the initial surprise, a look of anxiety ran across her face, but beneath it was an evident spark of interest.
As her gaze turned to meet mine, I sensed that she was prepared for the pleasures and pains that were at her fingertips in my play room. With a mischievous grin, I said, "Since today's your birthday, you can decide where to start, darling."
After looking at the playroom more, she approached a low table with a raised center. She examined the cushioning and checked the straps for her arms and legs. Choosing this table, she looked back at me and pointed to it.
I helped her onto the steps, aiding in her positioning. With her kneeling on her knees and elbows, the middle part of the table raised her upper body, giving her security without interfering with her breasts. When she was settled in, I went around the table and attached the clasps on her wrists, elbows, ankles, and knees, preventing her from moving.
At last, with her secured, I pushed the table over to a series of mirrors. I'd set them up, facing one another so she could see me tie her up.
I started with her round, high breasts. Her nipples were firm from anticipation. Acquiring a few clothespins from a set of increasing pressure pins, I circled my finger around her hard buds before clipping them. Her reaction was a grunt, but then she was ready for more.
Circling her, my hands ran over the smooth skin of her back, tilting to reach the redness of her ass. When rounding it, my hands slipped between her thighs.
Lifting her up, I fulfilled her desire from the previous evening, softly massaging her soft flesh between her thighs. Almost imperceptibly, she made a soft moan and it reminded me that she required tuition. Maintaining my composure, I stepped away.
Grabbing one of the attachment holders, I set up a vibrator and placed it on the table. Adjusting it, I positioned the head of the vibrator directly on her soft lips. On the lowest setting, I activated the vibrator. With the setup complete, I headed toward the stairs.
"Wait." She cried, as I began to ascend. "Where are you going?"
Ignoring her, I kept going up. Going to the living room, I put her coat over a hanger and stowed it away in the hall closet.
Not receiving my morning coffee for my interruption, I sauntered into the kitchen. I chose a quirky mug that read, "It's coffee time." I filled my cup with the black gold and strolled towards the playroom.
At a table near the door, I grabbed a few items for later and set them on a table near her.
"Hey!" Aurora exclaimed as she spotted me, her body squirming against the vibe. "Where did you go? I thought we were going to screw."
"Shh!" I instructed calmly, regulating my voice without making it louder. I moved closer and subtly elaborated, "You flirted with me last night. Now, I'm going to show you what real flirting is. If you're a good girl, I might even let you climax today."
A variety of emotions flashed through her face, before resignedly accepting her predicament and offering, "Yes, sir."
"Good girl." I replied, stepping behind her.
Turning the vibe up to maximum strength, I pressed it against her again. Her breathing grew choppy and shallow as she let out muffled moans. Keeping a meticulous eye on her, I pulled it away just as she was about to cum.
Biting her lip, Aurora made feeble attempts to push towards the vibe, but I ensured she wouldn't reach it. Seating myself in my viewing chair, I picked up my coffee and watched her desperate struggles.
When she calmed down, I stood and ambled in front of her, lifting her chin with a finger. Her hair was disheveled from the thrashing.
"That won't do." I stated, retrieving a comb and hair band.
As I worked through her hair, she relaxed into the gesture, yielding to this intimate procedure. After straightening her hair, I gathered it into a ponytail. Tying her hair out of her face, I kissed her forehead. "Improved."
Moving behind her again, I massaged her ass, kneading and squeezing her delicate cheeks. Plunging my fingers inside her, she was eager and wanting more. Sliding down, her wetness was desperate to be satiated.
Once I had explored enough, I drew my fingers out. Using her own juices as slippery lubricant, I rubbed her anus, pushing firmly against her small opening.
Feeling her resist me, I barked, "Give in."
Her face scrunched as she sucked in a deep breath. As her body surrendered to me, the trepidation on her face was replaced with puzzlement, as she grappled with this new sensation.
I continued to press against her until I no longer sensed any resistance to my fingers. Scooping up my hook, I lubed it and inserted it into her.
A jerk of her head and a frightened gasp escaped her lips as the cool metal glided into her anal cavity. Grabbing her ponytail, I fastened it with a length of rope. The hook plunged to its full extent, causing her to lean forward and crane her neck against the restraint.
Approaching her front once more, I offered her a piece of leather. "Since you've been a good girl so far, you can choose if you want this."
She began to move her head from side to side, unaware of the potential hook deep inside her. Her eyes grew wide as she gasped, "I don't want try that today."
"Just as you wish." I said, depositing the leather piece with the other items. And then, ominously, "But, if you start misbehaving, it's not an option."
She looked anxious as I removed the clamps from her nipples. After lightly fondling her breasts, I gave her nipples a slight tug. She gasped, her eyes closing and mouth opening.
Picking up a different set of clamps, I displayed them for her before latching one onto her nipple. When she felt the gripping pressure, she tried to jerk her head forward, but was foiled by the hook. The hook penetrated her anal cavity, causing her to cry out in discomfort.
"Ow!" She cried as waves of feeling assaulted her.
I chuckled deviously as I clamped her other nipple, leaving her feeling utterly out of control.
Returning to her backside, I jammed a vibrator against her clit, allowing her to emit soft sounds of growing pleasure. After a moment, I took the vibrator away, making her squirm with frustration.
I set the vibrator aside and stared at her as she trembled with desire. With each refusal, she uttered a low moan. I repeated this cycle with such repetition that I drank all of the coffee in the carafe. With each round, I refrained from letting her reach her peak.
Finally, she groaned, "Please."
I stopped, mid-swing of the paddle, and inquired, "Please, what?"
"Please let me cum, sir." She mewled, her tone wavering. "I need it."
Without another utterance, I switched off the vibe and unfastened the clamps. Untying the restraints binding her limbs, I gave her moment to adjust.
Each refusal produced a deep groan. I repeated this process multiple times, my paddle strikes escalating over time. As I finished the second-to-last cup, she whimpered, "Please."
I halted, just before striking her with the paddle, and inquired, "Please, what?"
"Um, please let me cum, sir." She rasped, her voice strained with abandon. "I want it."
Without hesitation, I ceased the vibrator and removed the hook. Unhooking the clamps from her nipples, I removed the remaining bonds from her wrists and ankles.
"I don't get it," she whispered with a hint of desperation in her voice. "Did I do something wrong?"
I assisted her in standing up, her body weak from the sensual punishment. Leading her to the chair, I helped her get comfortable.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, taking shallow breaths. "I can do better."
I moved the table back to its original position and made my way to a flat one. As I moved it toward my viewing area, Aurora waited anxiously, a mix of trepidation and excitement in her eyes.
"Go find a toy you'd like to play with and bring it back here." I instructed with a deliberately neutral tone to conceal my intentions.
After a quick lap around the room, she selected a pink rabbit vibrating dildo. Holding it with both hands, she presented it to me with a pleading look in her eyes. I simply nodded before assisting her onto the table.
Sitting down in my chair, I nodded at her as my cue. Aurora understood this as her signal to start.
She twisted the bottom of the toy, and it sprang to life, expanding and shrinking as it vibrated. Aurora rolled her eyes back as she pressed the toy against herself. A gratifying pleasure began to envelop her.
She leaned farther back, readjusted herself and began probing the rabbit deeper inside of her. With a soft groan, the rabbit's ears reached her clit and started vibrating vigorously against her pleasure spot.
As her moans turned into shallow, rapid pants, I stood up and ordered, "Stop."
"But," she whined.
Her eyes met mine, hoping she heard me wrong, but when she saw the serious expression on my face, she took the toy out. Her cries of frustration escalated, and a tear slid down her cheek.
After watching her struggle with desperate agony, I sat back down and said, "Try again."
"No." She protested. Her resolve crumbled into a soft sigh. "I can't." She dropped the toy on the table.
I stood up and walked to the table. In one hand, I grabbed the toy. "You can." With my other hand, I touched her cheek. "You will."
Taking the rabbit from her, she rolled onto her knees and inserted it back inside of her. She quickly approached a orgasm, on the verge of climax. Curious to see how she would respond, I remained silent.
At the very edge of climax, she tried to push the toy out, but I stopped her. "Let me help you." I said, taking the toy back.
Sliding the toy back inside of her, I used my free hand to caress her chest, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. Determined not to give in to this sensation, she attempted to resist her orgasm, but I persisted, providing her with the ultimate release.
Her chest rose and fell with shallow moans, then transformed into sharp gasps, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Her body began spasming and trembling. Her muscles clenched and released involuntarily as the reservoir of pleasure within her reached its breaking point.
As satisfaction gave way to a heightened sense of sensitivity, I kept the toy in place as she tried to wriggle away from it. After a few moments of torment, I released her, allowing her to remove it. Rolling onto her side, she curled into the fetal position.
I returned to my chair and waited for her recovery. Minutes later, she sat up. Escorting her back upstairs, I pulled her coat from the closet and helped her put it on.
As Aurora limped out of my house, I taunted, "Come back when you're ready for more."
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