(Are your pants down and you're ready to wank? If so, maybe you should go read 'Mommy and me go to the Doctor'. You'll cum in no time, seriously. I liked that one a lot. This story, however, is a bit slower.The characters and some plot elements were suggested by my friend, Bob, who's English skills aren't so great. He wanted to have me write him into a story. Here you go, Bob. It may not be what you were looking for, but stick with it over the long-haul. It might be ok.)
-The Imperfect Storm-
Bzzz, Bzzz, Bzzz!
Fucking alarm clock. I turn it off.
"Hey Whit," I say quietly to my girlfriend. I reach for her under the sheets, and am instantly disappointed. She's wearing granny panties. That only happens for one of two reasons. And she he isn't mad at me, so that means Big Red is in town. Fuck. Or, to be more precise, No Fuck.
We had sex once when Big Red was here. Didn't work for me. It felt weird and the visual was too disturbing. I'm all about alternatives, though. My cock is fired up and, hey, what is she doing?
"Morning, babes!" She says sweetly. As she's getting out of the fucking bed. "I've got to get in on time today. They're watching me like a hawk."
"Yeah. Um, Happy birthday?"
"Oh shit! I'm sorry! Happy Birthday Sweetie!!" She returns and gives me a nice, but short, kiss. I squeeze a soft, hanging boob for a moment. "I love you, Trent. We'll do something tonight, ok?" And she slithers away and gets the shower water going.
Ok, I'm 26 years old and I don't expect a bouncey house or clowns, but a little recognition on my birthday would be nice. My cock is still looking for something to do. Jacking off by myself in bed on my birthday, when I have a girlfriend? Fuck that.
I get up and stroll to the shower and peek over the top. Whitney is just getting her hair wet. Mmmmmm. She does look good, too. Nice C-cups, and the water makes her pink nipples stand right up.
"Knock-Knock!" I say as I open the door and Lynn inside.
"Trent! Good lord look at that thing! You could put an eye out with that thing!"
"Whit, you aren't that short!" She is pretty short, but she is actually taller than my crotch. Although, it might be cool to have someone that short... but I digress.
We hug and kiss and I grab her sexy little ass. It's really nice. I like it.
She breaks the kiss, though, and pushes back a little.
"Sweetie, I don't really have time and I'm on the..."
"I know!" I cut her off. I don't like hearing things about rags. That's why I call it Big Red. "But you've got two minutes, right? Two minutes? I'll make the coffee. And the breakfast. Two minutes."
She smiles and gives me the 'oh all right' look. Putting down a couple washcloths for her knees, she takes my cock into her mouth. Mmmmm. Hot water hitting my neck and back, and a hot mouth on my cock. Now this is a good start to the morning!
Whit isn't exactly a porn star, but she does fine by me. What she can't get in her mouth she grips with her hand. In unison, she strokes and sucks my cock.
She stops and looks up at me. I love it when she does that.
"Happy Birthday, Baby," she purrs. Mmmm God. Her thumb is on my main vein and her tongue is hitting my cock just right. Fuck yeah!
"Go baby, go!" She likes encouragement. "Suck it! Yes, so good! You're so pretty sucking my cock."
My steel hard cock is loving this. I know pre-cum is going down her throat. I can see her tits swaying as she rocks back and forth on my cock. Maybe tonight I'll tittyfuck her and cum on them. Fuck, her mouth feels good on my cock. I have to put a hand on the wall to steady myself. Jesus!
"Goddammit Whit! Shit! Yes... Here it comes!!"
At the last possible second, she pulled her mouth off and finished me with her hand.
My pulsing cock shot long streams of hot cum on her cheeks, across her nose, another shot to the eye which made her scream a little.
Jesus I do love cumming.
Whit's pretty face is a mess. Gobs of cum drip down her nose, cheeks, one long strand is hanging in the wind. She stands up, though, and quickly shoulders me aside so she can rinse my cum off.
"You got it in my hair!" She whines a little.
Hey, sorry, you know? It's my birthday. Cum happens.
We finish the shower, and I hustle to get the coffee and bagels going. I don't get dressed, I figure she needs to see me naked some more so she'll know what's what.
"Thanks!" she says, sweetly, as I hand her the mug and plate. "You know, uh, that you're still naked, right?"
"Yeah, it's my Birthday Suit. I'm wearing it all day!" She rolled her eyes at me. "So, are we going out tonight?"
"Honey, I know it's your B-day and all. But I thought we could just have the girls over tonight. We can do something special on the weekend."
Little sigh. "Yeah, fine. We'll do that." The 'girls' are her two sisters. They're nice and all, but, I wanted to do something different. We always hang with her sisters. Don't get me wrong, they are great, I love 'em like sisters. But sometimes we kind of devolve into petty little sister squabbles and I get bored and go play X-box. But, whatever.
We dress and go to work. Whitney might get to work on-time, I hope.
- - -
Another fun day at Archer Webz. I help with the web-hosting services. Not real exciting. Pays the bills. Most of them.
Whitney calls me just as I'm getting home. She got in trouble for texting on the job, so she's playing it cautious.
"Honey, I'm so sorry! I have to work a double shift today. That old bitch Gladys AND Tracy are out sick and I can't go home. I'll see you in the morning, though! The girls will make dinner! Oh, and hey... if you're good," she lowers her voice to almost a whisper. "Maybe I'll suck you off completely tomorrow, how's that?"
"Sounds awesome babe. Except, no 'maybe' about it. You WILL suck me off completely!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, thrill of my life!"
"Hey I work HARD all DAY making that stuff for you! And you just let it go on the ground or down the drain."
"Awww! Poor baby! Nobody eats his sperms!"
"Yeah, poor me. Poor OLD me!"
"Oh stop it. You're still a puppy. You're in your prime! I love you honey. Happy Birthday! See you tomorrow!"
She's the best girlfriend I've ever had. But we've been going out two years now and, well, it seems like that certain question is hanging around the relationship. Unspoken, but it's lurking.
'When are you two getting married?'
Married. I just don't know about that one. Whit and I broke up once, after about 8 months. Then, a month later, we couldn't live without each other and re-united. We say we love each other, all the time. But. I don't know, just 'but'.
"Sister Bitches! Welcome. Welcome!"
Hey, I don't walk around calling bitches, 'bitches', not to their faces. But Whitney and her sisters all have tattoos that say "Sister Bitches" on various parts of their bodies. Whit's is on her ankle, her older sister Stacy has it tatted on her back, and the baby, Melissa, has it tattooed somewhere I can't see. Rumor has it that it's on her ass cheek, so I can't confirm.
Anyway, the sister bitches have brought a bucket of chicken and a 12-pack of Buds. Hey! Bottles! We are celebrating tonight, man!
We do the hugs and cheek kisses, which is nice. Both sisters are pretty, with Stacy kind of classy-pretty and Melissa kind of cutesy-pretty. And you know how most girls do that kind of A-frame hug where no body parts actually touch? Yeah, that sucks. Not the Bitches. Full body hugs and cheek kisses. And Missy has got a set of D's on her that are VERY nice for hugging. She always gives me an extra little shake, too. Flirt.