The Birthday Box

It took everything in my power not to run my hands up those exposed legs, wanting so badly to feel the softness of their skin against mine. I knew it would be unwise to proceed without reading the note, though. I picked up the piece of paper and it crinkled as I opened it, revealing three words that told me everything I needed to know.

"Happy Birthday, honey <3"

Holy.

Fuck.

It's.

REAL.

Dad actually followed through, against all odds. I was too excited, drunk, and horny to think clearly about whether or not I should be weirded out. The tiniest, faintest sober voice inside my head was lamely whispering that I'd feel differently in the morning, but it knew it couldn't sway me.

I looked more closely at the card and saw another line that was more intriguing than alluring - but still pretty damn alluring. The phrase "no words, only touch" was written in lowercase font, as if it had been added as an afterthought. I mentally noted to myself to stay silent. If there were rules, I was going to follow them, lest the entire surreal display disappear in a puff of smoke.

. Upon turning the card over I was met with nothing but blank paper. I supposed that was that, then. I shrugged it off, assuming that my parents had already well surpassed the limits of what they'd been comfortable with, and hadn't wanted to keep writing down more sex rules for their horny son. Still, I was wary to proceed any further with so little oversight.

As if to quell those very worries, the woman in the box began to slowly sway her enormous, cloth-covered bottom from side to side, inviting me to touch her. Every time she changed directions, she revealed a little more of herself. She pushed her heels together and pointed her ass towards the ceiling, begging me to remove her covering so she could show me what was waiting underneath.

I pinched the edge of the sheet and raised it with bated breath, allowing more and more of her succulent skin to come into view. She refused to pause her hypnotic undulations, still rocking back and forth as I lifted the barrier that kept me from hungrily devouring her naked flesh with my eyes. I wanted to soak in every moment, though, so despite my horny impatience, I took my time.

I couldn't help but gasp with delight as the giant swell of her ass cheeks came into view. The woman in the box giggled and gave her butt an extra generous shake that made the fleshy globes smack together. I threw the cloth off of her and was greeted to as much of her as I would ever be allowed to see. The hole in the box was barely big enough for her to fit through, leaving no space for light to sneak inside the secret compartment. She remained shrouded in mystery from the waist up, but everything else was shamelessly exposed.

My hands fought valiantly through the nerves that rattled though my bones as I mustered the courage to touch her for the first time. I placed one hand beneath each of her pudgy ass cheeks and marveled as my fingers sunk into them. As my fingertips explored her enchanting curves, my thumbs gently brushed against the lips of her fat, swollen labia. She clenched up for a moment, but then relaxed, and rested the weight of her bum against my palms until the dough comfortably overflowed from each of my hands. I placed my thumbs against the lips of her vagina, gingerly tracing up the length of her smooth, bulging petals before succumbing to the urge to pull them apart.

As she opened up, the scent of her womanhood drifted towards me. My head started to spin, for that intoxicating smell punctuated the reality of the moment. So, too, did the undeniable heat between her legs that was nipping at my cheeks. I was hypnotized by her rhythmic clenching; it was seducing me with a dance unlike any I had ever seen. I pried her open as wide as I could, focusing intently on every crease her skin made as I did so.

Her tight, puckered butthole stared back at me, forming stretch lines in her malleable skin. It was a delicious shade of light pink, and completely shaven, making it look like a star once my efforts had smoothed it out. The puffy inner ring rose to the surface as I held her cheeks in place, winking at me. It bulged in sync with the tender squeezes of her pussy. The primal urge to bury my face between her legs hit me like a freight train.

I needed to taste her.

I lowered my face and swallowed my nerves as I trudged through the curtain of damp, muggy heat radiating from between her legs. My tongue met the edge of her lips and traced down along the crease, following the swell until I felt the firm, fleshy jewel nestled at the bottom. I closed my eyes and eagerly drove my tongue against the pink nub, sliding through her honey-soaked trench and growing hungrier every time she bucked against my face. I released my grip on her ass cheeks, letting the plump mounds entomb my entire face in the warmth of her soft meat. I could scarcely breathe, but I had no desire to. All I needed to do was keep flicking my tongue over and over against that tiny button.

Driven by pure desire, I ignored my body's cries for oxygen as I relentlessly dragged my taste buds over her pulsating clit. Her juices were like nothing I had ever tasted before, and she could hardly have stopped drowning me in a bath of nectar that was as sweet as it was sour if she'd wanted to. Like a man who'd been surrounded by only desert sand for days on end, I returned to the center of her clenching tunnel with religious devotion, delving as deep as I could into her warm, gooey center.

My tongue hungrily slithered inside the tight opening, pushing against her tender walls with all my might, trying in vain to imprint her honey upon my tastebuds. I wished for a longer tongue as I flattened mine against her velvet ceiling, dragging it over the wet, pulsating flesh like I was trying to memorize every fold. She pushed back against me with equal abandon, riding my face like she was using me to get herself off. I loved every second of it.

I held on to her waist with both hands and let my tongue hang out of my mouth, holding it in place for her to grind against. She forcefully mashed her clit against it, sending small droplets of juice down my cheeks like warm tears. I needed to take a breath, but there was no chance I was going to pull away from her. I gasped and sputtered in the tomb of her sultry pussy meat, filling the quiet room with the depraved sound of loud, desperate slurping.

An eternity passed with my face entrenched between her cheeks, basting my lips with such generous honey that the dribbles ran down my chin. She began to seize up in a way that my amateur mind could only hope was the sign of an orgasm, so I doubled my efforts to send her over the moon.

I used one hand to spread her open again without allowing an inch of space between us. I slid my tongue up through the length of her greasy slit and ran it over the puffy, raised ring of her butthole, making circles around it as I subtly moved my free hand between her legs. My thumb quickly found the button I needed to press; it was throbbing eagerly as it begged for my attention. I devoured her tiny asshole with wanton abandon as my thumb rubbed against her clit in small circles, forming a routine I effortlessly slipped into as I felt her start to buck against me.

She was the first to break the "no talking" rule. I heard her mutter something vaguely from my spot between her cheeks, but I couldn't make out what it was. If it was a warning about her impending orgasm, it came just in time.

Within seconds of her mumbled speech, she pressed into my face like she was trying to take my head off. I pushed back with equal intensity, refusing to back down as she challenged me to ride out her orgasm with her. She muffled her squeals inside the box as she shuddered like a banshee, squeezing her knees together hard enough to nearly make me lose my grip on her ass.

I could hear small, delicate whimpers coming from inside the box; the woman inside was fighting against her instinct to cry out, instead putting all of her energy into squashing her cunt against my tongue. Bright, twinkling stars dotted my vision. Right then, all that mattered to me was making her come. My head grew dizzy from the lack of air, and from the intoxicating aroma of her sweet juices filling the room, leaving just enough of my brain intact to remind myself to keep slurping.

I lapped dutifully at her tightly clenched asshole as I felt her coming down. Her muscles finally having decompressed, she rested her weight against me again I continued working my tongue against her tightly sealed backdoor like I was trying to force my way in, but slowed down in tune with her until she was nearly motionless.

Time finally regained meaning as I pulled away from her, filling my lungs with the air they so desperately craved. Bright red marks stained her ass cheeks where my fingers had dug in, evidence of ownership on her skin that, regrettably, slowly began to fade away. I took a greedy handful of plump ass meat and squeezed it in my palm, relishing the faint imprint it left behind.

I brought my hand down with a 'THWACK!' and she squealed in response. Thick ripples pulsed through her pudgy ass meat. The swells of her cheeks crashed against each other like tidal waves colliding at sea, creating a feedback loop that made it seem like the wobbling flesh would never stop. I spanked her again, only harder, unable to take my eyes off of her deliciously plump ass.

She broke my trance with a quick clear of her throat, followed by a few faint taps on the other side of the box. With one long, final gaze at her exposed bum, I walked around to the other side of the box to find it completely covered by the table cloth. Then, in the middle of the side, I saw something scratching against the cloth from inside the box. Curious, I lifted the fabric and saw that there was another hole -- much smaller than the first one -- cut in the side. The woman's finger was sticking through the hole, pointed towards the ceiling as it curled towards her in a "come hither" motion.

Her finger disappeared inside the hole, and I stared blankly into the darkness, hoping for a small hint at what the woman inside looked like. Instead, a pair of lips adorned with vibrant red lipstick appeared. She smirked playfully before blowing me a kiss. Her tongue stuck out of the hole like she was trying to taste the air outside, provoking me without a touch of subtlety.

Instantly, my dick throbbed in my pants. I hadn't noticed myself get hard while I'd been eating her out, but the hungry mouth presented before me triggered my awareness; I was beyond rigid. I practically leapt out of my pants as I disrobed, unwilling to keep her waiting. My dick was glued to my stomach, decorated on all sides by a sprawling web of veins that led to the inflated mushroom at the end. I had never been so hard in my entire life, and I didn't even know who to thank for it.

My legs were threatening to collapse underneath me as I approached the box with my dick bobbing up and down in front of me. The hole was just big enough for me to fit inside, and I pushed through the threshold expecting to meet her mouth. Instead, as the swollen knob entered the box, I only felt her hot breath steaming against the crown, which made it to flex unexpectedly and poke her in the nose. She giggled from inside the box, clearly enjoying the hold she had on me. I pushed another inch inside; still, I did not find her mouth.

She was staying just out of reach, but close enough that I could feel her hot breath coiling around my dick like a thick fog. Falling victim to her plan, I followed her inside until my stomach was pressed flat against the side of the box. The hole was just large enough that I could fit my balls through if I tucked them against my shaft, and I marveled at how strange it was to look down and see my dick completely hidden from view. The tight circle around the base of my dick acted like a cock ring, giving me something to flex against as I helplessly awaited her first touch. I knew she was mostly blind, since I was covering the box's main source of light, but she made her way by touch alone as if she'd been born to do so.

One of her small hands gently caressed my heavy, swinging balls like they were bird eggs, lifting them up with her tiny fingers before she let them roll off the tips and land against the side of the box with a dull 'thud.' She wrapped her palm around the two swollen orbs, juggling them between her fingers with a warm, delicate grip, as though she was weighing them. She made a small oval with her thumb and first finger and encircled the root of my balls, gingerly tugging down on the sack until the head of my cock was pointed directly at her mouth. She held me in place as her mouth slowly opened wide enough for me to enter it, but then, just before the moment of truth, she froze.

I knew I was being toyed with, made to wait for her to make a move. I was suspended in the confines of her mouth with a sliver of space between her tongue and my cock. Her breath oozed around my swollen member, rolling down the length as she teased the sensitive underside with her nails.

While constricting my balls with one hand, her other tickled underneath my dick and sent shivers through my entire body. Every time she tickled me like that, my dick flexed and nudged against the roof of her mouth, flattening the squishy helmet against the bumpy surface. She did not pull away, but refused to let her lips close around me. Desperate for the sensation, like an addict chasing a high, I flexed again and again so I could keep myself rigidly glued to the roof of her mouth.

I flexed impulsively as her tongue flicked against my frenulum, pushing me harder against her soft palate as her slimy tongue slithered against the bottom of my dick. She knew I was stuck there, so she took her time basting the underside of my length in saliva. She timidly fluttered the tip of her tongue against me, getting me used to the sensation before changing her technique entirely.

She pulled my dick from her mouth and aimed it upright, rooting her lips to the base and sucking just above my balls, where my dick began to protrude from my body. I had no idea I was so sensitive there, but the lightning cascading through my limbs told me that the mystery woman knew exactly what she was doing. While she happily nursed on the root of my cock, spit began to dribble out of her mouth and trickle down over the hand with which she had securely tethered my balls. With that lubrication, she was able to work her hand in slow circles, sliding it around the fat, slippery orbs as she dribbled more of the warm, bubbly saliva into her hand.

She had fallen into a perfect rhythm and did not stop for a second as she took to kissing up the length of my rigid cock. She treated every inch to a barrage of tongue kisses. Then she fit my dick sideways between her lips like a hotdog between two plump, red buns. That way, her tongue was able to curl underneath like it was magnetically linked to me, clinging to my shaft as she sloppily slid from root to tip, glazing the entire length in a generous coating of saliva.

Her lips stuck to me for a moment before she pulled her mouth away, as if she didn't want to let go. She relinquished her grip on my balls, but I could still feel it, like memory foam. I heard her drool a fat glob of saliva into her hand seconds before she wrapped her gooey palm around the head of my dick with a hearty squeeze. Bubbles oozed out from between her fingers as she massaged the throbbing crown like she was churning butter, tirelessly working her hand up and down. I imagined the head glistening in the candlelight, polished like marble under her gentle touch until I could see my reflection.

I heard her force more saliva to the front of her mouth. She pressed her lips into a small "O" and positioned the tip of my dick inside the circle. She refused to let her lips separate any more than she had to. The "O" stretched wider as she enveloped the entire bulb, ejecting a tiny bit of saliva from the corners of her mouth. She patiently began to inch further down my dick, paving the path with saliva oozing through her puckered lips. It methodically draped over me like a wet, slimy blanket as she fit more of me into her mouth.

I didn't need visuals to know that she was about halfway down, and that she was starting to struggle. I heard small, strained gags inside the box as she calmly parted her lips to take her last breath of oxygen before I entered her throat. That rush of air was cool against my skin, and brought mild relief from the sweltering heat of her mouth. Nevertheless, she vacuumed her lips to my dick as soon as she was ready and dove further down, shoving another inch of dick down into her gullet.

She seized up as she lodged the last portion of my cock inside her throat, pressing me firmly against a squishy wall of flesh that insisted I could not go any deeper. It felt like soft, yet unyielding velvet that pushed back against me. Thankfully for her, my balls were resting on her chin, and her nose was already nuzzled against my belly.

It slowly dawned on me that she was intent on staying there as long as possible. Her lips were tethered to the base, lazily nursing on the whole length as though she was sucking on a massive pacifier, while I steadily throbbed against the walls of throat. She almost hit her limit a couple of times, and her whole body seized up as she gagged on the meat mercilessly entrenched deep in her esophagus.

I stifled my groans in an attempt to come off like I was used to the experience. I crushed the sides of the cardboard box with my grip as I tried to balance myself.

The woman in the box began to slowly pull my dick from her throat, dragging her tongue flat against the bottom as she did. Even though she was fighting for air, she was in no rush. I couldn't count the seconds it took for her to finally let go of me, but it felt like multiple minutes. One inch after another passed through her lips as she slid over the network of bulging veins that led to the crown, and she paused only when she finally reached the head. With a wet 'POP,' she released the suction, nearly sending me tumbling backwards, like somebody had cut the cord on my safety harness.

She playfully licked the head like a lollipop a few times, then kissed her way down the saliva-covered shaft until she reached my balls, both soaked in the remains of her sticky, bubbly lube. She gobbled one orb into her mouth, and I couldn't believe how different it felt from having my dick sucked. Her tongue danced effortlessly in a pattern of flicks and tender licks, combing over the round egg like she was drawing a map on the surface.

If I'd been allowed to talk, I would've asked her to try and fit both in. I knew my balls were larger than most, and the idea of having both of them in a woman's mouth had always been something I'd wanted to try. By sheer luck, or perhaps by experience, she already knew what I wanted. I felt her jaw stretch wider; her finger poked around until she found the other orb. It must have been larger than what she was used to, so she gave it a little nudge with her finger. As she tried to suck the fat ball inside, it sounded like she was eagerly trying to slurp the last drop of a smoothie. Finally, and with one more push from her finger, she eased the second orb through the seal and stifled her lewd sputtering.

Holy shit, I thought, and almost said aloud. That feels different.

I could feel the sides of her cheeks tightly hugging me. There wasn't much room for her tongue to maneuver, but she made do with the little space she had. The slimy python wiggled beneath the heavy eggs like she was trying to lift them, but she lacked the strength. All she succeeded in doing was smothering their undersides with her tongue as she suckled on them like a spongy jawbreaker. She ignored the urge to swallow, and so I was treated to the slimy sensation of saliva oozing around the sides, encasing my balls in a warm bath of thick, bubbly syrup.