The Birthday Bang

It was a boring evening. All I was doing was stare at
the television in a blue funk. The Mets were losing;
crime was up, and much like my love life, the stock
market sucked. Nothing new or exciting. And then the
telephone rang.

I answered it to a woman on the other end. “Hello,” she
said, “This is Mary. Is Kevin there?”

How nice! I thought, a sweet sexy sounding woman’s voice
to talk to. But she was asking for another guy.

“Sorry, ma’am,” I answered, “but you’ve got the wrong
number.” I hung up. But that voice stayed on my mind and
I wondered what she looked like.

Minutes later the phone rang again. When I answered it I
was surprised and pleased to hear her voice again. She
asked the same question. Only this time, I thought I
would be a bit flirtatious, and see what happened.

“No, Mary…. Kevin isn’t here but if you don’t mind my
saying, I truly love your voice and I’d love to
entertain you even though I’m not Kevin.”

She laughed at my response and asked my name.

“I’m Roger. But you can Rog.”

She giggled a little and said, “Well, Rog. Your voice
sounds pretty sexy.”

We ended up talking for hours that evening. We learned a
lot about each other. Mary told me that she was a 39-
year-old office assistant and part-time personal trainer
at a gym franchise. She explained that she just had her
divorce of 5 years finalized and that she was looking
for her friend, Kevin, to spend a few hours with to
relieve her of her misery.

However, our telephone conversation managed to do the
trick. I kept Mary laughing and in a good mood. That one
evening turned into a daily, 2-hour telephone
conversation between Mary and I.

Two weeks after our first conversation, Mary called
feeling depressed because it was her birthday and she
didn’t have her husband or friend to spend it with. I
suggested to her that I would be happy to take her out
for her birthday. But she said, “Rog, I am a bit older
than you baby. I doubt that we would have anything in

I am 25 and work as a department store manager. I
explained to her, “But Mary, this doesn’t have to be a
romantic thing if you don’t want. This is a simple Happy
Birthday ‘get together’ to bring in your 40th birthday.”

She was somehow convinced so we agreed to meet at a
public location and celebrate her birthday. But I had a
great surprise for her.

Upon arriving at the location, I saw this beautiful,
sexy dark chocolate black woman approach me and ask,
“Are you Rog?”

I responded, “Yeah, are you Mary?”

She seemed pissed and upset. “You never told me that you
were white, Rog. I’m sorry but I don’t usually date
white men. It’s not that I’m prejudiced or anything. I
just don’t.”

“No problem, Mary. Just think of it as a friendly
acquaintance. Just look at me as your blonde hair/blue
eyed birthday acquaintance. That’s all.”

She broke out in laughter. “You always know how to get
my mood changed, don’t you? Okay, where are you taking
me for my birthday, young man?”

I then took her by the hand and led her to my car. “I
will give you a night of dinner and dancing, Mary,” I
explained. “Hopefully, we can bring your birthday out
with a bang.”

So, I drove us back to my place.

To my surprise, she didn’t question the fact that we
were going to my apartment. She just commented, “I hope
that there is a cook, waiter, and a band in there for
that dinner and dance that you promised me.”

We entered the apartment and I had everything well
planned. All of the lights were out and I had set up
several candles around the dining room area and in the
middle of the table. I sat her down at the table and lit
the candles one by one.

She told me that she was impressed. And then, I reached
for the remote control to the stereo system and on came
the music. And the most perfect of all music, “Turn Off
The Lights” by Teddy Pendergrass.

I excused myself to the kitchen to return with her
dinner that was displayed on exotic flatware. She was
shocked that I spent a few hours to prepare her
favorite, Chicken Cordon Blue and fettuccini. She was so
amazed that I had remembered our first telephone
conversation. The evening went great for her. I even had
chilled wine to go with the supper. She enjoyed the
supper and we later continued sitting at the table to

“Thank you so much for that birthday dinner, Rog. It was
very sweet that you went so much out of your way for me
and this is our first time meeting in person,” she said.
Then with a cute, spoiled girl type pout, Mary said,
“But you said that you were going to take me dancing.”

I stood up and extended my hand to her and asked, “Would
you like to dance, birthday girl?”

She reached for my hand and stood up. I led her to the
living room area and we proceeded to dance to the music
that was playing. It was a sweet, slow song that I’ve
always loved and began singing it into her ear. It was
Barry White singing, “Just The Way You Are”.

She seemed to really enjoy that, though I am not a very
good singer. She laid her head on my shoulder and I felt
her hands slide down from my back to my butt. I parted
our heads and stared into her beautiful brown ebony eyes
and sang the last few verses to the song. Then the song
faded into the next song, “How Could I Live Without
You”, by Leann Rimes.

And out of nowhere, just as my singing ceased, Mary
closed her eyes and kissed me. When I felt those thick,
soft lips on her tongue and mine enter into my mouth; I
lost all control of my emotions. I slid my hands down
from her back to her butt and pulled her closer. I could
feel her squeezing mine. But I began feeling embarrassed
when my cock began to get hard from that kiss.

Hell, this is an older woman who wants no kind of
romance with a younger white man. So I tried to ease my
waist back a little. Instead, Mary pulled my waist back
to her and gyrated her hips. Damn, she was getting my
cock rock hard now. I could, literally, feel her crotch
grinding my cock and she was letting out some low moans
as we continued to kiss.

Finally, what seemed liked hours; she parted her lips
from mine and began licking my earlobes and neck. Then
she began unbuttoning my shirt and kissed my chest. She
continued to lower her head down my chest, then to my
stomach. I felt like I was in some sort of dream. This
lovely woman was devouring me with her warm and sexy
mouth. She then fell to her knees and practically tore
at my belt and pants snaps.

Once my pants fell to the floor, my stiff cock popped
out and nearly hit Mary in the face. Mary wrapped her
fist around it and began stroking it; first gently and
then fast. She looked up at me and said, “Watch me blow
out this hot birthday candle and make your wish come

Then without anything else said, Mary opened her mouth
and put my entire cock in it. Her mouth was so warm and
slippery with her saliva. She was such a damn expert at
this. Several times, she would deep throat me to feel my
cock respond and it would jump in her mouth.

As she continued to suck my cock, Mary quickly removed
her skirt and blouse. She then released my cock from her
mouth and suggested that we move to the bedroom. I
walked behind her as we proceeded to the bedroom and was
pleased to see that Mary had an extraordinarily
beautiful body. Her breasts were beautifully round (she
told me that she had salines done a year ago), nice
round ass, and my favorite, a beautiful dark chocolate
shaved pussy.

Once in bed, it was my turn to tear at her body. I
licked and sucked her nipples gently as she ran her
fingers through my hair. Before I could lower my head to
tease her clit with my tongue, Mary grabbed my head and
laid a monster kiss on me. Her tongue licked every inch
inside my mouth. Then she parted the kiss and whispered
to me, “Fuck me, Rog. I can’t wait any more.”

With that, I placed my body on top of hers and rested my
cock between her fine, beautiful legs. Then I began
kissing her again. I kissed her neck and then her mouth.
As we kissed, I raised my hips and guided my cock into
her pussy. She was so tight, I was only able to get the
head in. I heard her moan as I continued trying to push
it in further.

Then I reached for my cock again and began sliding the
head back and forth along her slit until I could hear
the wetness. Then I pushed my hard cock into her pussy
without any problem. Mary moaned and said, “Oh, Rog.” I
began fucking Mary slowly at first but I looked down
between our bodies and could see my white cock sliding
in and out of that smooth, bald dark pussy and I started
pumping my cock faster. She bucked up for every one of
my pushes. Mary wrapped her arms around my shoulders and
her fine, black legs around my waist and squeezed my
body onto hers as she convulsed into a massive orgasm.

Sounding as if she had difficulty breathing, Mary looked
at me and said, “Fuck, Rog. I can’t stop cumming,” she
continued to buck her hips into mine. Then I could feel
my cum boiling in my balls and didn’t know how much
longer I could last. I told her that I was about to cum
and she urged me on.

“Cum with me, Rog. Come on and fill me with your white
cum, baby,” she said.

And that was all that I needed to hear escape her lovely
lips. I pumped my cock in Mary’s sweet pussy about three
more times and I felt my balls release its juices into
her. I could swear that it felt like Mary’s pussy was
sucking every ounce of cum from my cock. I groaned in
ecstasy as I watched and heard Mary yell out her latest
and greatest orgasm. When I shot the last of my cum from
my cock, I laid aside Mary and began kissing her face
and neck.

She turned to me and told me that she used to always get
a “birthday fuck” from her friend, Kevin, but this one
was better. We continued to kiss until the both of us
drifted into sleep. We awoke the next morning with her
lying on my chest and her hand resting on my cock.

When it came back to life, she sat on top and slipped my
cock back into her pussy. It was such a thrill to see
that beautiful woman gyrating on top on me with her bald
pussy sucking my cock off. Within minutes, I was
blasting another cum shot into Mary and she was going
crazy with orgasms. We would end up calling in sick at
our jobs and staying at my place just to fuck the day

That was one birthday celebration that I will remember a
lifetime. I think Mary will too. We continued being
friends and occasionally providing “celebrations” for
one another. I am just so glad that Kevin moved or
changed his number without telling Mary.