Fantasy Birthday Presents
by James W. Lewis
Derrick pulled his head back as he stared at the young woman, an odd glare painted in his eyes. Just seconds ago his hard thrusts had distorted her pretty butterscotch-colored face and forced her to eject unintelligible words and siren-like howls. Now, fear had apparently seized her, forcing her bottom lip to hang and eyes trying to catapult from herhead.
Derrick’s heart skipped. He slowly turned his head around. His ashenface stuck in a humorous pose upon seeing who stood at the bedside.
“Oh, fuck.” His lips quivered.
Kim didn’t speak. Her blank stare locked on the woman who dared invade her home, bedroom, and fidelity. A woman who couldn’t have been no more than 22-years-old.
Derrick pushed himself off her and slid to the side of the bed, forcing the rest of the bed sheets onto the floor. His overhanging belly slightly concealed his rock-hard penis, which was still snug tight inside ofa moist condom.
“Kim, I can explain!” Derrick said. “This is Joanne and ... and”--he cut himself off, extending his hand out to his wife.
Kim stepped back, avoiding his grasp. She shook her head and coveredher face with her hands. “How could you do this to me?” Her voice was shaky.
Derrick struggled to say the right words. “Baby, I’m ... I didn’t ...I’m sorry,” he said, his shoulders collapsing. He turned to Joanne and was about to tell her to get dressed when he noticed her calm look.
He frowned. “Why are you looking like that? You need to get--”
Joanne placed her index finger on his lips, silencing him. “Shhhhh,”she commanded. She slid her hand around Derrick’s cheek and gently moved his head toward Kim.
“How could you do this...”--Kim started again, staring at Derrick with a hurtful look while pulling up her dress to her waist. Her voice then transformed into a seductive tone when she finished with, “without waiting for me?”
Kim revealed her thick brown thighs and silk panties, not too far fromDerrick’s stunned face--shapely hips and legs still looking like that of a young woman like Joanne. She gripped each side of her panties with her thumbs and slid them down her legs, her dress sliding back down her ample behind as she bent over. Her dark eyes were still locked onDerrick. A sly grin crept up the corners of his face.
“Happy 40th Birthday, baby,” she whispered, the tip of their nose stopping each other. She leaned down further and planted a kiss on his lips. As she rose, she winked at Joanne--the same young woman who lay naked in a bed she didn’t belong.
Derrick sat motionless, too stunned to return Kim’s peck. He turned to the woman behind him again, uncertain how to react. His eyebrows shot up further upon seeing her sexy, unconcerned smile. She raised herself up on her elbow, her braids dangling along her shoulder as she stared into eyes yearning for answers.
“Happy Birthday, baby,” she repeated in a voice strangely similar toKim’s purr. She began stroking Derrick’s sweaty back. “Are you surprised?”
Derrick stared at her, then shot back to his wife, catching a glimpse of her dress slithering down her body to her ankles. He looked at her with a giddy grin as she reached around her back to undo her bra strap.Her bra fell to the floor, exposing her 38DD sized breasts.
“Hell yeah, I’m surprised!” he replied after a long pause. “What’going’ on?”
“What you’ve always wanted,” Kim replied. “Wasn’t it your fantasy to have two women in your bed?”
Derrick looked back at Joanne, then whipped his head around to his wife, his smile wider than before. “Uh ... yeah! Hell yeah!”
Kim stepped out of her dress and lightly pushed Derrick back toward thebed. Derrick leaned back toward Joanne. Kim straddled his chest and pinched her thick hips toward Derrick’s head, her shaven canal of moist flesh inches from his jaw. His eyes gleamed with joy and anticipation as four brown-skinned breasts dangled over his head. Joanne lowered hermouth to his lips, her braids nearly blanketing his face.
Derrick chased Joanne’s tongue, their mouths rocking together in rhythm. Kim’s soft lips crept down the center of his chest, forcing his torso to twitch. She slid down his body. Hard nipples grazed his skin. Kim circled her tongue around the area of flesh between his belly button and manhood before her knees touched the carpet.
“Oh ... sh-shit,” Derrick said.
Joanne slid her tongue down his cheek toward his neck. He gripped his fingers around the bed sheets, trying hard not to explode as each females explored his most sensitive spots. Kim stroked his penis before pulling off the condom, eyeing Derrick with a devilish grin.
Kim inched her lips and tongue around Derrick’s scrotum in slow,measured movements, her fingers fondling his crown jewels. Shivers shot through his body to his toes. Kim’s moist lips gently wrapped around the tip of his member, mixing a glob of saliva in her mouth that created loud,sensual slurps.
“You like that, baby?” Kim said in a low voice, pausing to lock her eyes on Derrick’s trembling head. Through clenched teeth, he snorted,gasping for air. He tried to plant his feet against the carpet to resist the spasms coursing through his legs.
“Uh ... yeee ... I ... sheeeit!” Derrick exclaimed, creating a new garbled word with each tender spot Joanne and Kim found with their masterful art of tongue exploration. Joanne worked her lips in circles around Derrick’s neck, ears, and head, brushing her smooth breasts around his face.
After making a pit stop at both of Derrick’s nipples, Joanne zigzagged her tongue down his chest toward the same area of sensitivity that Kim made home. As she worked her way down, she raised her left knee overDerrick’s head and carefully set it down next to his ear. A loud moan escaped Derrick’s lips. He opened his eyes to see Joanne’s legs spread over his nose, the tasty presence of her fuzzy, sweet sugar walls dancing over him.
Joanne made her way toward the main course meal, establishing turf on an “edible” nut. Kim moved her head to work her magic on the other side.Derrick raised his head with a crooked grin and sighed. Two brown-skinned women--one caramel, the other butterscotch--rotated their mouths around his thick chocolate “Snickers” bar.
“Yeah,” he whispered, “I feel like I’m in Chocolate City.” The women chuckled.
Derrick lay his head back on the bed, staring into Joanne’s mound of youthful moistness. He placed his hands on each side of Joanne’s hips and stuck out his tongue. As if on command, Joanne lowered herself down on his face.
Aw yes, Derrick thought. Every man in the world should get a birthday present like this. He smiled, preparing to get a taste of Joanne’s“cream filling.”
Happy Birthday to me.
James W. Lewis is an up-and-coming author living in Southern
California. His credits include 3AM Magazine, VIP NY
Magazine, and Bonita Magazine. He's also a contributor to the
upcoming anthology "Help! I've turned into my Mother!" His website is www.jameswlewis.com.