Candi's Birthday Party Begins

Candi was impressed at the work that Laura had obviously put into making the room look absolutely perfect, and she gasped when the door swung open and saw what was inside. Most of the rooms she had been in so far in the large stately house had been of the stuffy panelled floor, oak bookcase and leather-bound book style, but this was like opening a door on a fantasy otherworld. Over on one end of the room was a long bar constructed from sturdy bamboo sticks, with a thick, improvised roof of palm leaves atop it. It looked every inch the tropical-island beach bar.

The floor was covered in decking, more palm leaves, and even a couple of artful dunes of sand here and there which must have been unthinkably difficult to orchestrate. Laura had gone to such trouble! There were sun loungers dotted around the room, and an enormous panoramic LCD screen that dominated the far end of the room that was showing a glorious, sun-drenched Caribbean vista. The whole room, at first glance, had been utterly transformed into an idyllic tropical hideaway, and Candi noticed a large digital LED display situated above the huge screen that was providing, in foot-high numbers, a countdown that was currently at 00.10.23 and ticking down through 00.10.22… 00.10.21… 00.10.20… it was now ten to midnight, and fully pitch dark outside, the windows closed with wooden slats, but the room itself vibrantly lit inside.

There weren’t too many people in the room at present. Laura’s boyfriend and colleague Ian was nowhere to be seen and quite conspicuous by his absence, since he had greeted her so nicely when she had driven up earlier in the day. That confused Candi slightly, since in the run up to her birthday, Laura had been loudly and energetically proclaiming her hopes that it was time for Candi to ‘meet Ian properly’, but there was too much going on for it to preoccupy Candi for more than an instant and the thought was quickly pushed from her mind. Laura bustled in quickly just behind Candi after she had opened the door and didn’t seem to be paying any mind to Ian’s non-appearance.

‘Wow! This place looks amazing! It must have taken ages!’ Candi gushed in delight, turning around to get the full perspective on the way that the whole room, longer than in was wide, and therefore possibly an erstwhile dining room on the upper floor of the stately home, has been transformed into a veritable sandy tropical cove.

‘Well,’ said Laura, grinning in approval at Candi’s exclamation, ‘it wasn’t easy to do, but I had quite a lot of help. And of course I’ve been planning it for quite some time.’

‘You must have,’ agreed Candi, moving forwards through the room and brushing her hand along some fronds and palm leaves that were scattered around the decking to create the illusion of a depth of vegetation. The massive LED display above the screen kept counting down as she made her way through the room, now down to 00.09.45… 00.09.44...00.09.43…

As Candi continued further, she actually had to push her way through some artfully situated palm leaves with both hands, separating them almost as if they were curtains to create a large enough aperture, and saw in front of her a large, long table at just below waist height covered in a large, spotlessly clean white tablecloth. Atop this, about a foot and a half from one end of the table, was an enormous cake. Far longer than it was tall, the cake was probably no longer than four inches deep, and was decorated in thick, shining, soft-looking icing. Round the rim of the large cake were small pink candles, in fact exactly eighteen of them. Sitting on top of the cake was a huge pink ‘8’. It didn’t look as though it was intended to be eaten, and rather seemed merely an outsize cake-decoration. The large, plastic number was about a foot tall and glinted in the lights of the room. Next to it, where something else very clearly belonged, was an expanse of perfect, undisturbed, white virgin icing.

‘Nice cake sis, but aren’t you missing something?’ said Candi through a cute little frown, her eyes knitted in momentary befuddlement.

‘Like what, Candi?’

‘Well duh… like a one to go with the eight? You do know I’m eighteen sis? Not eight?’

‘Technically speaking at this moment in time you are still seventeen, sis, if we’re going to be precise about it.’ Laura insisted, coming to stand next to Candi over the table to survey the cake.

Candi pulled a face and stuck, ‘Ah Laura, you are just this clever teacher at this posh school, and always were too bright for me.’

‘Hardly, my precocious little sister, somehow I think you’ve always had everything sussed out perfectly. Now, come and meet the guests…’

Laura guided Candi away from the table and over to the corner of the room where the bar area was as the timer counted down to 00.09.00… 00.08.59…

There were four people standing at the bar area, none of whom Candi recognised. Two were men and two were women. Both of the men were wearing full suits and scrubbed up very well, one being about Candi’s own age and the other, a taller man with glasses about thirty or so. The other two were girls of about eighteen or so, one of which Candi found vaguely familiar, although she couldn’t quite put her finger on where she recognised her from.

‘Guys, may I introduce my younger sister Candi,’ Laura said, as Candi nodded and everyone said hi to the young blonde. ‘I want to thank you for all coming tonight. Now although this is Candi’s birthday party, it isn’t her birthday yet as I think you all know. That’s going to be in about, oh, ten minutes or so, at the stroke of midnight. Now of course Candi is going to want to go out and celebrate with her friends tonight, but at my insistence, Candi allowed me to prevail upon her and has agreed to have a pre-birthday party birthday party with her favourite older sister. Which I actually think is kind of fun, since it means she and I will be together the moment that she finally turns eighteen and suddenly morphs into the real wild child that we have all suspected she was going to become!’

There was some polite laughter at this, and Candi looked a little bit bashful for a moment as Laura sang her praises a little.

‘That sounds like a toast, Miss Hart,’ suggested one of the blonde girls at the bar with a winning smile.

‘I could totally drink to that!’ agreed Candi.

‘Ah-ah-ah, not so fast, young lady,’ Laura interjected, slapping Candi’s hand away smartly even as the blonde teenager reached for one of the champagne flutes resting on top of the bar, ‘we’re going to do this properly tonight. What’s the point of spoiling the big countdown? You’re eighteen in less than ten minutes and I want that moment to be absolutely perfect.’

‘It’s true, Candi,’ put in Charles from across the bar, ‘your sister has given me strict instructions that nothing illicit is to pass your lips before midnight. I decided to take her at her word and I took the trouble of synchronising our little LED display performing the countdown with Atomic Greenwich time. That way we won’t lose an instant of your birthday!’

‘Wow!’ said Candi, ‘that’s like… so weird and formal.’

Charles pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. ‘Purely in the interest of total accuracy, you understand.’

‘All in order to give you the best birthday ever, sister dear,’ explained Laura, cutting in, with a wry smile playing on her lips, ‘but the corks won’t be popping until midnight! Now, our bartender is actually a scientist and the physics teacher at the school, Charles. I’d tell you his surname but pronunciation might be difficult.’

‘O,’ said Candi, ‘French?’

‘No, Scottish,’ said Charles, ‘but perhaps we’ll see if you could get your lips round it later on. Nonetheless, delighted to meet you, Candi.’

Candi noticed that Charles’s round glasses were fogged a little, as if he were somewhat hot.

‘And this is Robert and this is Sanddy,’ continued Laura. ‘They’re students at the school. They would be in the year above you if you came to this school. I thought you guys would all get on so I invited them along.’

Sanddy and Robert smiled at Candi, who beamed right back at them. Sanddy was holding a very small, slender videocamera, and flashed it.

‘Hey Candi,’ Sanddy said, ‘cool name. We rhyme!’

Candi giggled, ‘Candi and Sanddy, awesome!’

‘Best friends already, I see,’ observed Laura.

Candi and Sanddy smiled at each other, ‘totally!’ they said, as one.

‘Miss Hart,’ said Robert, looking at Candi, ‘they fixed your broken mould.’

Laura and Candi both smiled at the complement. ‘Remind me to give you a proper thank-you for that remark later, Robert,’ Laura said.

Grinning, Sanddy smiled wickedly and hoisted the camera up in Candi’s face. ‘Now don’t be naughty tonight. I’m recording this for posterity. It’s all going to be on tape, so don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!’

‘That doesn’t leave very much!’ Robert said, sliding his hand round Sanddy’s waist. Sanddy slapped him playfully. Candi liked them immediately. Boyfriend and girlfriend, obviously, she thought. Kind of a drag, actually because Robert had caught her eye.

‘And this is Diamond,’ said Laura, referring to the remaining blonde girl there, the one that Candi couldn’t quite place.

‘Hi,’ said Diamond.

‘Oh, you’re American!’ said Candi, ‘that’s so cool! Do you go to this school as well?’

‘Well I was interviewed today,’ said Diamond, ‘so I sure hope so.’

‘I think we can definitely say that you passed your entrance exam,’ said Charles, making a slightly strangled sound at the back of his throat, almost as if he were clearing it. Laura giggled as Diamond cast Charles a look which resulted in the fog on the science teacher’s glasses actually condensing and dripping off one of the lenses. Candi smiled at the pair flirting in front of her. It was so cute. Charles himself looked so sweet and innocent. Diamond looked like she would eat him alive if she got the chance.

Suddenly something thumped solidly against the lower part of the bar from the other side where Charles was standing, shaking the assemblage of bamboo canes and rattling the glasses on the top of it. Charles winced. Everyone looked at him.

‘Banged my knee,’ Charles said.

‘So what do you want for your birthday?’ Laura asked Candi. ‘What can you get for the teenager that has everything, these days?’

Candi puffed her cheeks out. ‘Haven’t a clue, sis.’

‘Well if you don’t know what you want, how will you know what to wish for?’

‘What to wish for?’

‘Yes, when you blow out the candles on the cake!’

Candi giggled, ‘Oh, those wishes never come true!’

Laura smiled, but the expression was partway inscrutable, almost tantalising, ‘well… I’m sure that something will just… erm, how can I put it… pop into your head.’

‘And there’s not much time!’ Charles announced, ‘we’re down to three minutes!’

Everyone looked at the LED display, which was now at 00.03.57… 00.03.56… 00.03.55…

Underneath it, the large LCD screen was now showing a direct feed from Sanddy’s videorecorder. Sanddy swivelled the device, so that it was pointing straight at her own face, which was projected on the display.

‘Sanddy Sexton reporting from Hawaii,’ she intoned in a mock-serious reporter style voice, ‘younger sister of the illustrious Laura Hart, Candi Hart has only five minutes of innocence left, and where better than this balmy beach to enjoy it before the sun goes down. Big things are in store for the blonde teenager, who told the assembled reporters not to condemn her for wanting to follow in her sister’s footsteps-‘

‘And what exactly do you mean by that?’ smiled Laura.

‘Ummm I don’t know. Go into teaching maybe?’

Candi stuck out her tongue, ‘not going to happen! No offence sis, but I don’t think that could be described as big things!’

‘Well,’ said Laura, once again smiling enigmatically, ‘size isn’t everything… the most important thing is to have a job you look forwards to going into in the morning.’

Diamond clinked her cocktail glass against Laura’s at this in approval. ‘Ain’t that the truth!’

‘Why what do you do, Diamond?’ Candi asked of the blonde American. ‘Modelling, right? I bet that’s sooooooo glam!’

Diamond smiled, her eyes shining but slightly evasive, ‘I’ve heard it called that…’

Candi narrowed her eyes suspiciously as Diamond sipped her cocktail. She certainly seemed familiar, but again, she couldn’t quite place her.

‘Let’s get this party started!’ Laura suddenly announced. ‘Charles, the lights please!’

At Laura’s request, Charles picked up a slim remote control and pressed a few buttons. The sound of waves and hula music stopped and the lights in the room dimmed very low. The atmosphere changed and became more intimate and intense.

‘Because I don’t want to miss a second of it,’ said Laura, grasping Candi’s hand and leading her back the way she had come, away from the bamboo bar and back towards the table with the immense cake. Charles and Robert grabbed a champagne bottle and a set of flutes between them and followed them over.

The group arranged themselves in a crescent around the table, with Candi at the head of it and Laura just slightly behind her. The LED countdown was at 00.01.01… 00.01.00… 00.00.59…

Now the group were illuminated only by the candles on the cake and the faint halo of dimmed lights in the ceiling. Laura looked around at the pair of couples that flanked her: Robert and Sanddy on her right, Sanddy with one hand on her hip and the other with the video camera help up in front of her face. Currently it was showing the side of Candi’s face, bathed in the candlelight. On her left, Laura looked at Diamond who shot her a glance by flashing her eyes and raised her eyebrows, her plump lower lip caught between her teeth as she sensed the tension. Laura winked at her.

Suddenly Candi whirled around to face Laura, very nearly catching her in the act of the wink she was sending to Diamond, and exclaimed: ‘Oh my God! I totally forgot! Where’s Ian? Isn’t he coming?’

‘He’ll… be along in a minute,’ Laura replied, ‘trust me sis, he wouldn’t miss this for the world.’

‘Oh, great,’ said Candi, ‘like you said, sis, it would be great to meet him properly,’

‘Yes, and he’s keen to meet you too Candi… but look sharp, the countdown is coming!’

Candi turned back to the face the table as the LED counter went to 00.00.13… 00.00.12… 00.00.11…

‘Ten!’

At that moment, unbeknownst to Candi, whose gaze was momentarily caught by the LED countdown, the icing on the cake in front of her trembled slightly, a swift jiggle of the frosted surface that was gone in an instant. Not noticing the tiny movement, Candi leaned forwards over the table, as she did so extending her arms so that her hands grasped the side of the table to support herself as she inclined further pressing her lips together in preparation to blow out the candles.

‘Nine!’

As her face got closer, peering over the top of the cake, she suddenly thought she detected a flicker of near imperceptible movement. Some vague sense thought she saw the cake twitch, the smooth icing on top of it troubled by a small, instantaneous tremor that disturbed the white topmost surface of creamily gleaming sugar-coating. It was almost as if the cake had jumped slightly, the soft, gooey upper layer of the cake performing a little shunt.

‘Eight!’

Candi hardly had time to register any disquiet over the quick impression. The countdown had begun! Her stomach was thrilled with nerves and excitement as the guests chanted another number. In any case, the lights in the room were dimmed and the major light source was the slim, flickering flames of the candles that were arranged around the outer rim of the cake, and the thin light that they cast resulted in deceptive shadows as well as the gentle illumination of the smiling faces that surrounded her as she leaned more fully over the table.

‘Seven!’

Candi’s eyes were level with the massive pink ‘8’ that adorned the cake. The cake was flat and low rather than high and deep, perhaps a foot in diameter of thick furrowed white icing in a large circle in the middle of the table. The ‘8’ was positioned not in the centre but to the right hand side of the top of the cake as she looked at it, almost absurdly large as it sat planted on the cake. For an instant it again struck Candi as somewhat odd that her sister hadn’t managed to procure something as prosaic as a number one to go next to the oversized eight, but it would be something that she could joke about later at least, or report back to her mum and dad so it could go into Hart family folklore: ‘hey mum, hey dad, Laura couldn’t even get a one to go with the eight on top of my cake…!’

‘Six!’

‘Remember to close your eyes and make a wish, Candi!’ Laura cried out behind her sister as the countdown continued. Candi giggled a little and closed her eyes obediently, leaning closer still to the cake. The candles were arranged all around the perimeter of the wide cake, and it would need a good forceful blow to get them all out in one go. She fixed where they were in her mind.

‘Five!’

Now that Candi’s eyes were closed, she missed the larger, more obvious movement on the cake, one that came as if from beneath it and shook the whole thing slightly, with the smooth middle of the icing suddenly disturbed by a couple of millimetres high raised bump, the icing net to the small protrusion dimpling around it.

‘Four!’

Candi searched her mind for an appropriate wish as the LED countdown went to 00.00.04. She pushed her lips even closer together, pursing them into a perfect ‘O’, and blew. The candles went out with a soft sigh, each small wick giving out and relinquishing their tiny flames for trailing tufts of smoke that wreathed upwards over the cake.

‘Three!’

At that moment, the surface of the cake exploded in a spray of sticky icing as something huge and hard finally punched through from underneath, uprooting the large pink ‘8’ and dislodging the number so that it skewed to one side, toppled, and lodged nearly diagonally in the ruptured icing that was churned upwards as the cake was burst open from the inside, the number coming to lie askew on a smashed up furrow of icing and sponge. Emerging from the cake in a surging plume of gooey icing was something that burst upwards, sending chunks of the inside of the cake flying everywhere. There was the thick, heavy, unmistakeable clap of something soft, gooey and yielding being impacted upon by something fat and hard with great **** that resonated around the room with a rich THHHWWAAAP-SPPPLLLOTCHHHH!!!!!!!! sound.

‘Two!’

Candi’s eyes were still closed for the moment, so she wasn’t aware of what was going on, but everyone else had a perfect view of what was happening in front of them. The first thing the six guests saw was the truly collosal glans of a penis, the smooth, shining, unmistakable shape emerging upside down, so that the twin curves of the ridged underside of the crown were the first visible feature, with the curved lower brim of the helmet appearing next from the icing, the gleaming, sweeping rim collecting flecks of ice on it as it drove upwards from underneath the cake.

In one instant, the hulking, upside-down crown of a monstrous cock appeared in the middle of the cake, thrusting upwards from underneath, springing up from the centre of the cake, the shiny helmet the gargantuan size of a plump apple, gleaming in the dim light, moist, shining and smooth, suggestive at the same time of a plum, although elongated slightly to resemble most of all a throbbing purple heart. The flared, domed head of the massive appendage shot upwards like a piston, unsheathing itself from the white sludge of icing and driving upwards, its round ridge penetrating out of the white crust of the cake. The bulging head was connected by a thick, taut frenulum that was buttressed by a corded mass of fat tumescent veins that stuck out under the curved contours of the gleaming rim, undergirding rolls of skin stretched elastically and drum tight that rimmed in rings underneath the giant glans.

After the distended head had punched out of the cake, the shaft followed. This was a turgid, gleaming pole that was dominated by an enormous dorsal vein that was so thick that it actually ploughed a furrow in the icing as it emerged, a throbbing, tumescent bulge on the topmost surface of the dick that stuck out all the way up to the vast head, criss-crossed with smaller tributaries. The pole itself was smooth, straight, the girth of a thick, muscularly developed forearm, brimming with a raised mapwork of veins that stuck out all along it. Two more huge veins, one on each side, zig-zagged from root to tip of the giant organ, as more and more of the immense monstercock was now disclosed.

The underside of the dick, upturned towards the ceiling as the shaft began a skewed, diagonal angle upwards as it slid out of the cake, had a throbbing shaft of a corpus spongisum that was bigger on its own than most ordinary dicks. This fat, pulsing cord of hefty tissue inflated up and down like the throbbing of a toad’s throat, and a particularly violent spasm, initiated by the flex of some inhumanly strong pc muscle smacked against a clot of icing and send a handful-sized spatter of sugar smacking against the wall. Further up and further up the gigantic monstercock protruded out of the cake, a vast, smooth, pink obelisk glinting in the dimmed lights of the room and wreathed by the smoke from the candles.

‘One!’

The monstercock bursting out the of the cake still kept hurtling impossibly upwards, as the pisshole, a dimpled crater in the tip of the gleaming purple crown, winked open and a fat jet of white, creamy jizz spewed volcanically outwards, an explosive ribbon of gooey pearls jetting out in the initial spasm that shot outwards towards Candi’s face. Candi’s eyes were still closed as the sensation of the weird, sloppy impact in front of her had made her wince somewhat, although she did get the impression of something touching the top of her ass as she leant over the table. She had no notion of the hot jet of semen coursing towards her.

As the slick, glinting tube of meat continued its rise through the yielding depths of the cake from underneath the table, discharging its first volley of hot cum as it did, it finally reached its highest point, the whole shaft vibrating like a flag had been planted in the confectionary as it reached it. At this point, the monumental flesh piston drew a series of gasps from the onlookers, each in their own way stunned by the alarming hardness and sheer size of the organ. The immense pillar of flesh that now pointed directly up at the ceiling was ribbed all the way around its gleaming surface by a raised tracework of blood-engorged veins that stuck out in an intricate tessellating pattern on the smooth, silken skin, and even as the lumpy bolt of semen escaped from the dilated pisshole in the tip, suspended in the air in this long, timeless instant, also observable, roping down from the beefy tip in roiling gouts, were gooey laces of precum that coursed down from the curved brim of the meaty head, the translucent, silvery tendrils becoming detached from the megacock and falling downwards, almost appearing to lash the raging, throbbing cock to the circumference of the ruined cake, some whirling like ribbons on a maypole.

Only now was it evident why Laura had neglected to find a large ‘1’ to pair with the pink, foot-high ‘8’ on the cake. The giant, hulking penis that had emerged from underneath the cake and pushed up through it was now sticking out of it like a thick, throbbing ‘1’, the emergence of the solid, vein-laced rod having dislodged the ‘8’ onto its side as it had pistoned through, nonetheless jutting upwards to make, unmistakably, the number 18, the line of cum fountaining emphatically out of it as it did so adding a somewhat exuberant touch.

Candi saw none of this, though the others certainly did, because the large LCD screen had suddenly changed feed so that what was being shown on it was the live footage that Sanddy was filming, which showed precisely the bizarre diorama around the table, where the teenage girl blowing out the candles on the 18th birthday cake was now confronted by a monstrous boner protruding out of it, the intended decoration exposed as a hypersexualised spectacle.

Above this, the LED display changed from 00.00.01 to 00.00.00