THE BIRTHDAY FUCK (from Crucibles of Passion)

The men are assembled in Richard's apartment to celebrate the birthday of Richard's girlfriend, Jane. He was born with very rounded shoulders (almost hunchback).He strives to compensate perhaps for this deformity by being quick of temper and at times openly pompous and egotistical. He and Jane have just ended a bitter jealous argument and have decided to use sex to "make up." Sid, the narrator of Crucibles describes how that unfolded.


They tumbled back on the sofa and he tugged her boots off, lifting one up to his face like a long-stemmed goblet, lifted it straight up over his nose and breathed in its intoxicating vapors. She caught his swelling penis in her mouth and sucked it with the eager need you see only in porno movies.

After he slowly set the boot aside, he reached out his hand to one of her feet and removed the little nylon half sock. He sniffed it deeply. She reached around and pulled the other one off and waved it under his nose.

Pulling gently out of her mouth, he then tied one of the socks around his balls and put the other one between his teeth where he shredded it like a ribbon of taffy. He chewed it up and swallowed it. I never saw such a thing. Though once I wrote my wife in our courtship days: "The sweaters you wear I could eat."

She cupped his brown ball bag with the little brown bow festooning it and flicked her tongue around the tip of his cock, lapping along its sides before she enclosed her mouth over it and began sucking up and down in deep pulsating motions, her cheeks flaring in and out like a bellows.

He suddenly split his legs and gave a deafening roar that I'm sure was heard for miles. She held on sucking him till he had to remove her because of the sensitivity.

He lay there eyes closed. She waited till he opened them to bring her face up to his, then looked directly into his eyes and swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.

With his cock still red and dripping sperm, Richard bent to her thick, black-haired cunt and began licking around it as if it were a mound of ice cream.

She gently raised herself over his face to better expose and control the proximity of motion his tongue was offering. Soon she brought her most sensitive area against his darting, vibrating tongue and held it there--and with one thigh raised slightly, her toes tremulous on the sofa, she came hard with manly grunts and sharp, almost frightening jerks.

She collapsed over his hard pole and they began to fuck quietly in this way, while he opened and closed her butt cheeks so we could all glimpse her asshole which was tight and knotted as an 8-year-old's. His pulling and squeezing gaped it open upon some truly breathtaking caverns.

He easily slid in a couple fingers which drove Jane to crazy thumping and grinding and throwing back of her head as she began to ride him like a rearing bronco, her moans and sighs piercing the air before her hand could fly up to stifle them--for they were rollicking out of her like the shrieks of a new-born.

She snatched her blouse from the sofa, slapped it over her face and let loose one long delirious muffled wail, the blouse flying from her fingers onto the sofa again as she threw her head back and rode out the crazy friction between her legs to its ultimate capacity.

Still thrusting, yet slower now, she grunted several deep, strong "Ahhh's!" as her orgasm gradually loosened its grip on her.

Richard pulled his fingers out and lovingly licked them.Then he curled his arms around her and began caressing her hair, lifting its length up through his fingers, letting the strands fall through like sands through an hourglass, bringing the strands back full into his palms to baste his face into them as if he had just captured The Golden Fleece.

It was only now did he allow her to unbutton his shirt and take it off and see the brave uplift  of his head between his rounded deformed shoulders.

Their bodies, bare skin to bare skin, began pumping very gently, almost with an indifferent beat, it seemed, as we listened to the soft little squishes of her juicy cunt filling the room like breezes filling every nook and cranny of a forest.

Pete, Pip, Mike and I, we all looked at each other at the same time. It was the first time , I think, we all shared a shy, shamed , perhaps embarrassed moment together.

Suddenly we heard Richard starting to come: a soft groan, a wild gasp, a little sigh, followed by several gratified "oooooooohs" --like a weak, hungry thing struggling free.

His arms collapsed around her, his head resting on her shoulder, eyes closed in a blissful smile. So relaxed and rounded were his shoulders they seemed part of the rim of a bowl into which her head had settled.

Never relinquishing his embrace he began singing "Happy Birthday" --a deep baritone quickly falling in love with itself, and we all joined in. I even sang, "And many happy returns,"off key-- for the effect. Loud applause. Jane turned around to us and fed us a pleasure-bitten smile.

"Ahhhhh...Gaw...Ohhhhh..." It was the sound of a man slipping off a mountainside. I turned and saw Pete had his back to us and was thrusting the last drops of his cum into a handkerchief.
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from Crucibles of Passion copyright 2000 By Ronald Jones (alias candycrier). The above marks the end of these excerpts to be posted on DUP. If you've liked  OR disliked what you've read from this book, why not go to amazon.com/kindle/cruciblesofpassion  and write up a review.