B-Day Ch. 01

You know the old saying, "opposites attract"? In the case of me and my lover, that statement's only partially true.

Sure, there are some differences between us. He's nearly twice my age. I'm short and honeycomb-tan, while he's insanely tall and dark like pure coffee. I'm the daughter of Burmese immigrants, while he was born and raised right here in Harlem. Oh, and of course there's gender to account for, right? But we're both down-to-earth, so Mars and Venus can shove it.

At the end of the day, all of these external differences are just ornaments. What we have in common is much more valuable.

We share many interests, but the one that's been consuming us of late is our mutual interest in "booty".

Now, mine's fairly small—a natch, given I'm a pretty petit girl. And although we both adore big badonkadonks, Evander quite often reassures me that he likes my lil' Asian peach just the way it is. He always says shape is more important than size, and I tend to agree.

Still, there's a problem. Thankfully it's one which we're in the process of creatively solving.

See, his love for a woman's well-formed posterior doesn't just end with surface admiration. He's specifically interested in what's between those cheeks. He's interested in going...inside.

I'll admit, the idea's certainly arousing. We've been watching a lot of anal-themed porn on the weekends and these days, I even download some of it myself.

But as much as I like the idea of Evander taking me through the backdoor, one look at his penis will give you an idea why it's never happened.

It's...huge. I'm not talking about "I'm bragging about my boyfriend" huge. I mean, scary, one-in-a-billion huge.

The fact that it's longer than my forearm is one thing; the fact that it's thicker is another. Even when I clasp it with both hands, my fingers just barely meet. I'm not joking.

We worked around it for a few months. We invested in some toys, which were all new to me since I'd never stuck anything up my butt before I met him.

While I frankly wasn't wild about the sensation, I loved pleasing him. So for for a while, the colorful beads and plugs in our bedside drawer filled in the gap so to speak.

But on his end, he always wanted the real thing. Frankly I did too, but deep down I knew it wasn't going to happen. I love Evander, so I told him my fears. It felt silly to admit, but I did worry about what effect it might have on my body.

I told him I was nervous about his size. I worried about having to wear diapers in the future, which made me blush deeply to say aloud. I knew it must have sounded so backwards, like typical farm girl ignorance.

But he just nodded wisely as he always does, without judgment, and assured me that he'd never hurt me like that. A lesser guy would have laughed at such silly fears. But he understands me, and I trust him.

I started trying new things to remedy the issue. When he managed to enter me vaginally in the doggy style position (which to this day still takes a LOT of patience), I'd squeeze tight and tell him to pretend it was my anus.

He seemed to enjoy that, but it only satisfied him for a few weeks. Yet again, one night he rolled over and told me that it wasn't good enough.

I began to feel insecure. I started wondering if maybe some ravishing, unusually talented woman from his past accustomed him to pleasures I couldn't offer.

It was hard to get him to talk about his past lovers; he seems reluctant to recall the past in general. But one night after a long dinner date which included several strong cocktails, I got him to put his guard down and tell me more.

He said it was something he'd sought after his whole life. He'd slept with dozens of women, even came close to marrying one—but none of them had the capacity to satisfy his one true sexual wish. He even revealed that a hired escort once declined his advances after he dropped his pants.

So we came to an agreement. Once a year, I give him a special birthday present.

It required some hunting, as well as a bit of screening. Plus, he's picky. But I've found that there are definitely women in this city that are not only aroused by the idea of fitting a x-large cock up their ass, but they'll show up prepared for the deed, and attempt it great enthusiasm. All you need to do is find them.

Thankfully, most of them are just a click away.

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As our online ad specified, we were willing to trade clothed pics first, then faceless nudes of Evander once we established a phone rapport. Finally we'd meet for coffee in a heavily populated place like Whole Foods or Starbucks one afternoon, and take it from there.

We took some photos of his body—he takes very good care of himself and has a swimmer's build, since he's a lifeguard.

We took some of his smooth chest, his muscular back which descended to perfectly toned haunches, and of course his amazing penis.

After an initial slew of duds, a handful of viable candidates started to creep into our inbox. Though she wasn't my first choice, the one Evander was most interested in was a woman named Michiko. When his sights are set on something, he's resolute. He knew she was the one pretty fast.

He likes all kinds of women, but I do believe he selected a woman who at least superficially resembles me, which in hindsight was more flattering than I realized at the time. Though facially she was distinct, our builds were quite similar.

Michiko's first emails were brief and vague. She was Japanese, and claimed to be in her early 40's, but looked a bit younger—inspiringly so, I thought, if her pictures were to be believed. She said she worked as a gallery assistant, though in her discretion she hesitated to reveal which one.

The pictures in question were quite alluring, and displayed an unexpected artfulness. In sharp black and white, her compact body flexed lissomely into dramatic poses.

Unlike us, she didn't hesitate to include her face in her nude pictures, her dark eyes staring down the lens as if to challenge us as she bared herself.

She was undeniably cute. Her face was broad and smooth, with short black hair that covered her forehead in neat, slinky bangs. Evander approved of her small supple bottom, her elfin breasts, and her unshaven mound.

Over the course of the next week she'd send two to three new pictures of her self per day, some of them appearing to be professionally taken.

At some point, her pictures started getting raunchier. One sent exclusively to Evander was an image of her standing against a white wall naked, spreading her butt cheeks to reveal the rubbery knot of her anus. Unlike mine, it sunk slightly inward into her narrow crack, which Evander said was telltale sign.

I shuddered, realizing what he meant. I stared at that picture and thought of Evander's extreme girth, and considered that maybe they were a perfect match for one another.

Maybe she's what he's wanted all along, not me. That unlocked backdoor just waiting for the perfect visitor.

The thought of being reduced like this aroused equal parts jealousy and lust inside of me. While I worried that Evander might dump me for her, I did find that my imagination was quick to conjure up vivid images of them together.

Maybe it would be a relief to finally see it happen. To watch my beautiful lover completely own this pretty Japanese bitch's flat little ass. I'd just be a fly on the wall, or at best an appetizer for the main course.

She said she did not wish to talk on the phone, or meet in any of the safe public places we suggested. Our house, she said, was fine. In so many words, she admitted to having done this kind of thing enough times to determine that we were trustworthy. And plus, she didn't want to wait to get to Evander much longer.

I followed her lead and scrapped the Starbuck's plan. She seemed legit. Our house on Friday it was.

Evander reminded me that he loved me, and no one else. And he added that no matter the outcome, this was an excellent gift.

It made me smile to know that I'd finally discovered a present that I knew for sure he'd use. If I couldn't crack the code on my own bodily limitations, I'd hire a stunt double.

By the time our meeting date came around, we were both eager to meet her.

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On the Friday night we'd planned to meet Michiko, I got dressed up. I'd mentally drafted my getup in advance; I was trying to be competitive.

I put on my tallest, most leg-flattering heels, and I hiked my boobs with a pushup cami. The fancy (and overpriced) sheer chiffon top I'd ordered online was fitting me perfectly, as was my matching red miniskirt. I'd even broke out my makeup kit and tried to lay on the slutty eyeshadow as heavy as I could get away with.

Evander seemed to appreciate the effort, though in his usual understated manner, the only praise he allowed me here was "you look good, girl."

In the world of such a discriminating man, I've come to learn that this is a huge compliment. I tried to take it as such, though part of me wished he'd be a little more expressive. Meanwhile, he merely wore slippers, khakis and a white t-shirt. Beautiful guys like him have it too easy.

Michiko showed up at our front door at exactly 9 pm. She looked a little different I'd imagined.

I'll admit, I was inclined to be cattishly judgmental. In person, she looked much more her age. Her skin was a bit more porous and uneven than I felt had been advertised.

Her hair was considerably longer than expected as well, falling shoulder-length and dyed dark auburn an inch past the root. This all confirmed to me that her photos were not exactly current.

Also, apart from a chic straw fedora and blood-red lipstick, her presentation was disarmingly plain—a drab wool sweater, bluejeans, burlap handbag, and worn white sneakers.

Maybe she was trying to downplay herself for my sake, but either way I saw not a whit of disappointment in Evander's eyes. He seemed spellbound.

I immediately felt jealous. And much as I wanted to nitpick, it had to admit—she was undeniably, viscerally sexy. Much more so than I, and she didn't seem to even try that hard.

Although she was of small frame like myself, there was a "bigness" to her aura. It was a shameless air, defiant even, and as she sauntered into our apartment unhesitatingly, I found myself tensing up.

Evander looked down at me, smiling. "It's okay," he said, patting my shoulder. I felt my heart slow down as his large warm hand graced me, but even his gentle consolation couldn't completely calm my nerves at the moment.

"Hi, Michiko. My name is Abi...Abi Khaing. And this is—"

Michiko sucked her crooked teeth and interrupted me, staring me down with her sly eyes.

"You dunno know how fuck your man?" she snapped with a smirk on her thin crimson lips. I paused, then squinted, my brain suddenly processing her implication.

"What? Of course I know how to! It...it's just that..."

"Haha. You lie. You dunno how fuck your man. But okay sweetie, you learn how tonight, uh huh. Watch and learn," Michiko said with teasingly, placing her bag on the floor next to her, then pulling up her shabby sweater to reveal her bare, perky breasts.

Her nipples were caramel-tan and positively tiny, standing erect. Evander's eyebrow raised.

"Hiiii Evander," she said with a voice oozing exaggerated flirtatiousness. Evander chuckled, looking highly entertained. I saw that telltale bulge begin to form under his khakis. She clearly did too, because her eyes met it expectantly, a wide smile now on her face.

"Hi, Michiko," he simply said back in a relaxed, upbeat tone. I stared at him, seeing how focused he was on her as she stood half-naked in our well-lit living room.

"Abi," she said to me without breaking eye contact with Evander, "you suck his dick now. Get your man ready to fuck."

"I..." I sputtered, not expecting her to be so commanding.

"Do as Michiko says, Abi," Evander said to me calmly, the bulge in his pants now extending almost halfway to his knee. He clearly was not off-put by this woman's tone as I was. In fact, he seemed quite amused by it.

I hesitated. This was another thing I was insecure about—my gag reflex. I've been working on it, but it's still an impediment when I go down on him. He seems to enjoy my attempts, but I can never tell if it's good enough for him; often he stops before he even orgasms and remarks that, yes, it's "good enough". Sigh.

I dropped to my knees and leaned in, feeling him tower over my little body. I grabbed the cold steel of his belt buckle and tugged it loose. With shaking hands I unbuttoned his pants, feeling his dark weapon swell against my forearm through the thin cloth of his pants.

Gripping him by the waist, I slipped my thumbs under the elastic lining of his silk boxers and, hooking my middle fingers around his belt loops, slid everything down slowly.

Inch by inch, my lover's weighty, dusky penis revealed itself. The further down I pulled, the wider Michiko's eyes became.

"Oh my," Michiko exclaimed with a mixture of real and affected surprise. "Does it...have ending?"

For the first time, we all shared a knowing chuckle. Of course she'd seen photos of his penis, but there is certainly something about seeing it up close that drives home just how generous his endowment is, and how beautifully shaped it is as well.

As the unveiling of his smooth cocoa-colored shaft continued, Michiko slipped a hand down her jeans and moaned almost embarrassingly loud. It was clear that this woman was quite shameless.

"Ohhh I see. It's monster, haha. Biiig dark monster," Michiko said with a playful whisper, her nipples visibly standing on end as she finally was able to see Evander's blessed penis in all its glory.

Finally, the bulbous mushroom head slipped out from under the cloth veil, catapulting upward stiffly.

"So perfect! Koi no yokan..." Michiko said, followed by another loud moan that made me hope our neighbors couldn't hear.

To be honest, I had never seen Evander so erect before. I could see the smooth brown skin of his penis strain against the firm tissue underneath, shiny and throbbing.

It was Michiko having this effect him, of course, not me. I swallowed hard, trying to block out envious thoughts. Part me of hated our new guest already, and as I saw her and Evander's eyes lock, I almost snapped.

I shook myself out of my funk, determined not to let her have all the fun, and I gripped my lover's hefty penis in my hands with determination. The familiar feeling of his engorged veins pulsing rapidly in my palms inspired me, and opened my mouth wide.

"Look up at yo man when you suck him," Michiko demanded. "You very lucky girl, Abi."

I nodded in agreement, and did as told. I glanced up at Evander with my best look of focused desire that I could muster, slowing the movement of my eyelids to a crawl.

Evander's penis slowly pushed its way through my widened lips, almost filling the entire expanse of my tiny mouth from cheek to cheek.

It felt heavy and warm on my tongue, the taste bittersweet. Evander's an impeccably clean man, but sweaty cock will always taste like sweaty cock, and I've learned to savor the taste.

I began sucking him off. I started bobbing my head up and down on the wide bulb, conjuring up as much saliva as I could muster from the depths of my throat.

He put his big controlling hand on my head, stroking my temples at first, then lightly tugging my shiny black hair towards him as he swayed his hips gently back and forth.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Michiko furiously

strumming her clit under her pants, and knew that she was every bit as aroused as we were. She continued to address me brashly.

"Mmm Abi, I think Evander penis very big. Maybe too big for you. What you think?"

I merely nodded, giving her a stifled "mmhmm," through my clumsy slobbering as I intrepidly tried to push Evander deeper into my throat.

I immediately regretted trying to show off, as his dense cock poked under my tonsils and I felt acid well up in my gullet.

Immediately I began to gasp and hack, blinking as tears formed at the edges of my eyes. I pulled away, still heaving, strings of drool still running between my pouted lips and his humongous member.

"Why your girl don't know how to suck your dick?" Michiko taunted. I felt frustration mount in me, but said nothing.

"Hmm, she's still learning," Evander said casually, eyes still locked on her. I then heard him address me. "Open wider, Abi. Remember what I said about no teeth?"

Michiko laughed at me again. I said nothing and opened my mouth wider, feeling my jaw jack open uncomfortably and my lips stretch. I continued to messily slurp him down as best I could, my saliva glands running like a faucet.

I was still determined to hold my own. Gathering some of the spit around his glans, I began to slide my two tiny hands up and down the shiny length of his impossibly fat shaft. I figured if I couldn't go deep, I'd at least give some service along the rest of his member.

That didn't seem to elicit any strong reaction from him, though. If he noticed, he didn't seem to care. I closed my eyes, unable to look up at him anymore. I felt ashamed that I couldn't please him.

Michiko sniggered, then waved her hands dismissively. "Phh, she so boring. She not know how to go deeper?" She asked Evander, who shrugged again in response and joined in laughing with her.

I suddenly felt so small. Not just physically in contrast to Evander's towering physique, but also to Michiko, whose personality seemed to fill the room and blot out my own entirely.

I heard her huff loudly. She further disparaged my meager oral skills with a sneer as she unbuttoned her jeans. She disregarded me for a moment and focused on her grand prize.

"Forget her. You like to fuck the ass, Evander?"

I could taste crystalline droplets of pre-cum on his head. I suppose my desperate oral service was "good enough", as he would say, as his response sounded undisrupted if nothing else.

"I do, Michiko," he said as he tugged my hair towards him forcefully. I immediately felt like I was going to gag, but I collected myself.

I now felt wetness forming at my crotch, a trickle of which began its descent down my inner thigh. I loved hearing his deep, confident voice as he nonchalantly used my mouth.

Our guest took a step closer to us and placed her hands on her hips. "That's soooo dirty, Evander. You dirty boy! Mmmm. So. Why you want to fuck the ass?"

"Haha. Why wouldn't I, Michiko. You brought it to me. Straight to my front door, even," Evander said as his grip on my head tightened. I felt goosebumps rise on my arms and legs. Her voice again filled the room.

"Mmmm, yes Evander. You dirty boy, so I am dirty girl. I think it is perfect match."

"Perhaps," he replied without a care in the world. "Turn around, Michiko, and let me see what you're offering."

With an exaggerated swivel, Michiko turned around and jutted her little backside out, turning her head to fix him with her signature stare. I could hear him faintly chuckling under his breath, the vibration of his abs trailing to my lips.

His eyes fell right on her butt, and I could sense him scrutinizing its shape, visualizing it through her raggedy jeans. It only took a split second. He didn't ogle like some guys; he made his assessments quickly.

Squinting, he stroked the scratchy salt & pepper stubble on his cheeks, then nodded his head in conservative approval.

Michiko's voice became slightly more tremulous as his confidence seemed to intoxicate her.

"Sooo...mmm....you like this ass, Evander? My sweet momo-jiri?"

"It's fine, Michiko," he replied as his penis swelled deep in my mouth.