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Happy Bar

By: lulubabe



All alone and bored, heading out of town, not wanting to be the gooseberry, leaving my friend with her boyfriend, I wander home through the streets. The air feels fresh and crisp with the first good night of spring; but my dress is not intended to be worn outside on a night like this, and I draw my jacket close round me, shivering as the click of my heels echoes down the quiet street.

Then I'm passing a bar, and I decide what the hell, why not, so I push the door open and music shouts at me, heat wraps me up, flashing lights dazzle me and my nose is tickled with the smell of fun. Tables are mobbed, people leaning close in, joking, laughing. I wriggle my way through the crowd to the bar, order myself an icy schnapps, and turn round to scan the room, cradling my drink.

I've never been in this bar before, and love its atmosphere; everyone just seems so welcoming. Either that or everyone's totally out of their heads. I get people coming up to me and hugging me; at first it's a shock, but soon I love it and hug them back and as the rhythm pounds we move together before they move to the next person or on to get their drinks. People ask me how I am and I laugh, I ask them back again, and they're just so chuffed to be asked that big grins split their faces. It makes me giggle, and that gets me more hugs.

At the back of the bar, down some steps, there is a dark room, a wee snug, and different music and curiously I descend the stone steps. It's bigger than I expect and from one corner music loud enough to re-arrange my vital organs is throbbing through the crowd. It's packed in there, people just jumping up and down. I stuff my denim jacket in a corner and join them, and soon I'm one of the throng, a tangled hedge of people radiating happiness.

I catch sight of your bright eyes. Although disconcerted at the unexpected meeting I wave and wink, they crease back from smiling and soon we're dancing together flesh to flesh, loving the warmth of each other. I turn and lean back and feel your fingers sliding round my waist and clasping round at the front, I stroke them, they're smooth and long and I imagine what they'd be like exploring me. We're wriggling together and when I feel my neck getting kissed I reach my arms up and back and run my hands through your hair, scratching your skin gently so that you arch and thrust against me. I respond, turn, and we see each other's eyes widen. Tugging my hand, you should something at me.

"Can't hear you!"

You nod towards the exit, I nod back, fumble for my coat and we're leaving, almost running out of the door together, people smirking when they see the way we're all over each other, knowing where and why we're going, just adding to the tingle in the air.

Outside you thrust me against the wall of the bar, but laughing I push you off. We run down the street to the first available alley where we stumble up over cobbles before you slam me again against the wall. Music from a bedsit up above us throbs round us out of a window, our bodies are still shaking from the beat of the bar. This time I reach for you and pull you close, we kiss hard, like we'd wanted to last time we'd met, teeth tugging lips, tongues together, moaning with pleasure. I slide my hands up inside your t-shirt, relishing your smooth skin and pinching your nipples so you gasp and nip mine back much harder, sending me instantly moist. 

You step back and hold out your hand. I must look confused for you say, like I'm a bit slow, "panties."

I step out of them, hand them over, you throw them away and I gasp; as my lips part you slide in a finger, which I take in deep. I'm sliding my hands over your top again, enjoying the curves of your body and the responses you give me.

Then you grab my hair and pull me away from the wall, so I'm gasping again but with pain, you're slamming me back against it facing it; telling me to spread my arms wide and not to lower them unless I'm told to. You kick my legs wide so my ankles are at full pressure in the silky strappy slutty sandals that I'm wearing with my silky strappy slutty dress. Your nails are digging into my cheeks hard now, but I'm stuck unable to move my limbs; you know it's giving me pain; we both love it.

Kneeling, you pull my cheeks wide apart and I feel your fingers exploring my ring; I let out a long shuddering gasp and you bite my cheeks hard so I cry out, but you hiss to me to shut the fuck up or I'll get more pain, so I comply. 

Your finger is suddenly hard up inside my ass, making me thrust hard against the wall, the sharp pebbles pressing into me; I have to bite my lip hard to keep quiet and soon I feel another and another; you're thrusting them in and out telling me I'm a slut; a whore; your slut; your whore; you're gonna take me, use me, degrade me, how when I look at my body the next day I'll see the marks from this night upon me, and all my friends will know what a slut I am; what a whore; that I fuck like a tart up an alley, that I take it up the ass.

You slide in a fourth finger and your thumb; I feel like I gonna explode and scream, but you've got me so horny that I'm aroused enough, so moist, moist enough to take your whole fist as it clenches inside me, moving in and out, in and out, so that my legs are shaking and I'm crying out in pleasure so that you have to scratch me to punish me while you're fisting me and it's just so fucking mind-blowing that I don't care and I want more and more and more and more and I want you never to stop and just to always use me and take me and abuse me, to be yours always. 

Then just when I'm gonna cum you pull out so hard I feel my skin ripping and you push me down onto the ground, into the dirt. I'm looking up at you and you undo your flies and I want you so bad, want your cock throbbing inside of me that I'm squirming just wondering which way you're gonna have me, but instead you start to piss down on me. 

I put up my arms to protect myself, but catch the look in your eyes and spread them wide on the floor again, spread open under you taking what you give me, humiliating me totally.

Then when you're done, you kneel down between my legs and lift my thighs high, I open myself to you and you're sliding in deep, looking down at me intently as I lick my lips and gasp; thrusting and thrusting; pushing me up the alley until my hair is skimming the edge of a puddle and I'm pushing back against you to keep out of it. 

You're having none of it though; and soon I'm drenched and sodden; covered in your piss; my ass sore and bleeding from your fist; as you cum deep deep inside of me; throbbing and hot in this cold, fresh, night.

Happy BDSM Valentine's Day



This is a sequel to Her Master Takes Her, but it can be read as a stand-alone as well. Refer to the first story for full details regarding the flashbacks mentioned in this story.

Ginger had just gotten home from college. It was Monday, February 14, Valentine's Day, and she anticipated spending it with her family, as usual. But then the phone rang.

Ginger was the closest to the phone, so she picked it up. "Hello?"

The voice she longed to hear spoke from the other end of the connection. "Pack an overnight bag. I'm at the airport and will pick you up in an hour."

"Master!" Ginger said happily. "You're in Buffalo?"

"Yes, my emmy, I am. Now follow my orders. See you soon." In short order, Ginger was holding a disconnected phone.

She moved into her bedroom. As she packed underwear, toiletries and a change of clothes, her mind went back to her last meeting with the man she lovingly called Master. His real name was Robert, and he had come for her the previous spring. He had taken her virginity, and he had taken her heart. And now, he was back.

An hour later, a Ford Focus pulled into Ginger's driveway. A large man emerged and waved at Ginger, sitting on her steps. Her parents were not home at the moment, but Ginger had left a note explaining that she would be out all evening. She had learned that lesson the hard way the year before, when Robert and she had been detained at the United States-Canada border because her parents thought she had been kidnapped.

Robert was almost twice as old as Ginger, but it mattered not to the young 25-year-old. She loved him with all her heart, and she knew she would be with Robert again soon, although not tonight.

They packed Ginger's wheelchair in the trunk, and Robert helped his slave into his rental car. Then they drove off. A few miles down the road, Robert pulled into a nice motel. He was already registered there. He put Ginger in her wheelchair and rolled her to his room. Ginger could get around without the chair, but it made moving around with Robert easier when she rode instead of using her crutches.

When they entered his room, Ginger's eyes widened in surprise. A full prime rib dinner was sitting on the small table in the room, and the room was adorned with three dozen long-stem roses. The smell of the prime rib mingled perfectly with the aroma of the flowers. Ginger knew that Robert had planned this night for a long time.

They sat and ate first. The prime rib melted in their mouths, it was so succulent. The potatoes were soft, the carrots covered with butter and almonds, and and the wine complimented the meal perfectly. As they ate, they talked and caught up with each other's lives.

The couple lived 2,000 miles apart, and though they talked often, a lot had happened since they had last met. The wheelchair was a reminder of those changes. Robert was also changed. He sported a full beard, very gray in color. His brown hair also showed more grey in it, showing the aging he was undergoing.

After dinner, Robert shifted to his Master form. "Emmy," he said, indicating the change (he had called her Ginger all through dinner), "Strip for me."

The young girl gladly complies. In short order her blouse, bra, shoes, pants and panties were in a tidy heap on the floor. Robert's eyes were examining her body for changes since he had last seen it. In addition to the obvious change that he had known about, he saw nothing out of place. Ginger's 48DD breasts hung from her chest, her ass perfectly round and large, her pussy covered with a matte of light brown hair.

"It is time for dessert, my pet," he said. "You get your dessert first."

"And what is my dessert, Master?" Ginger said.

Robert scooted out his chair, revealing that he had slid his pants and shorts off his ass. His 7-inch cock stood at semi-attention. Robert smiled and said "Your dessert is my cum. Take your dessert, pet."

Ginger dropped to her knees before him. She took his cock in her mouth and slowly started sucking on it, drawing it to life. She worked on him slowly, and was rewarded with the feeling of her Master's cock growing in her mouth. Her hands cupped his balls as she sucked.

She remembered the first time she had sucked his cock. She had been a bit tentative at first, but found the taste of his semen the best taste she had ever had. A year later, it was still her favorite taste. Her mouth worked faster on his cock. Her teeth scraped around his mushroomed cock head. Her fingers scraped the underside of his balls, then tugged both on them hard.

Robert was also remembering Ginger's blow jobs. In his mind, she was the best, bar none. She did automatically what he had to guide others to do. The couple were in complete union while she worked on his cock.

Quickly he became aware that he needed to cum. He urgently whispered, "Your dessert is ready, my pet." Ginger moaned in happiness and sucked in deep on Robert's rod as it shot its first load of semen down her throat. She continued sucking as four, then a fifth, spurt slammed into the back of her throat. Ginger moaned in happiness as she pulled every drop of semen from him.

Then he told Ginger to go lie on the bed. The bed was festooned with rose pedals, and Ginger loved the feel of them against her naked body as she lay atop them on the bed. Robert came over, whispered, "My dessert now," and started sucking on Ginger's left nipple.

During their first encounter, Robert had discovered that the most sensitive part of Ginger's body was her breasts. He started there now, licking and sucking in titflesh while remaining away from the nipples and areola, which was growing darker by the second. Ginger's moans were growing exponentially, and she could feel the wetness building in her body.

Robert moved breast to breast, giving his mouth to each of them. He moved closer and closer to the areolas, and Ginger felt her needs at their zenith. "Master," she whimpered, "I need to cum."

"Not yet," he ordered. He continued his sucking, building Ginger's desires beyond what she thought possible.

Just before grabbing her nipples with his teeth and fingers, Robert said, "Now you may cum." He then bit down on the left nipple and pinched the right. Together mouth and fingers pulled the erect nubs, and Ginger went over the top. She came, screaming and moaning Robert's name as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. Still he worked on her breasts and nipples, pulling, sucking, licking, and Ginger's first orgasm was joined by a second minutes later.

They had found that Ginger was multi-orgasmic their first time, as well, and it became the cornerstone of an eight-hour sex marathon the two had his final night with her. Now she had already cum twice, and they were just starting.

Robert then reached over and grabbed a long-stemmed rose. He turned the rose upside-down and brushed the petals over Ginger's body, one already aroused by her two orgasms. She gasped at the feel, then succumbed to the pleasure.

But Robert had more than pleasure on his mind. With remarkable swiftness, Robert turned the rose around when he got to Ginger's abdomen. A sharp thorn buried into her flesh, and Ginger sucked her breath in when she felt the sharp pain invade her body.

"OW!" she cried out."

"Quiet, slave," Robert ordered. Accept the punishment being given in silence, unless you wish to thank me for the pain."

Ginger fought to obey Robert's order. The thorn jabbed again and again into her body, from her lower thighs to her upper breasts. A few times, Robert pushed down hard, drawing blood from his slave.

Each time blood was drawn, Ginger knew it, and said, "Thank you for this pain, my loving Master." When he was finished, Robert then started licking all over Ginger's body, taking especial care to lick the blood wounds. He knew he was safe from infection, because Ginger, by his order, had annual HIV testing. Her last test had been a month before, and she was clean.

At long last Robert spread Ginger's legs and finally started licking her pussy. Just before he did so, he told Ginger that she could cum freely now. She came twice on her Master's tongue, drenching his beard with her cum juices.

when Robert thought she was as wet as she could get, he climbed atop her, spread her legs wide, and slowly slid his cock into her body. Ginger inhaled again, this time in joy. The moment she had been dreaming about had finally come. Her lover, her beloved Robert, her Master, was back inside her body, and she knew it was the perfect coupling.

Slowly Robert stroked his cock in her wetness. At the same time, he had returned to stroking Ginger's breasts with the rose petals. Wonderful sensation topped wonderful sensation. Each movement of Robert's body was met by Ginger's. The rose caressing her sensitive breasts. His chest hairs dragging on her nipples. his breath, panting down on her face as he fucked her. Their legs intertwined, the feeling of bare flesh on bare flesh.

Ginger could not hold back. she came, flooding robert's cock. Still he stroked inside her. Still he teased with the rose. Then he lowered his mouth and bit her lower lip, driving her over the edge again.

Not even Robert could hold back his own orgasm indefinitely. With a mighty push into her body, Robert came. Ginger sensed his need and came with him. Both Master and slave came together, his semen and her cum mingling in her pussy.

When he was finally spent, he pulled out. They collapsed into each other's arms. As they kissed and held each other, Robert said, "Happy Valentine's Day, my beloved."

They spent the night making love. Robert had brought a wonderful Valentine's present for Ginger, a dildo with a heart shape at its head. He had also bought her another butt plug, which Robert shoved ito the girl rapidly. Ginger gasped at the size, but it helped her achieve even more intense orgasms.

As dawn broke, the couple was entwined again, as robert had finally achieved another hard-on. This time Ginger was on her hands and knees, and as Robert stroked inside her, he would either strike her back with a flogger in his left hand or spank her ass with a ping pong paddle in his right hand. Ginger's nipples were clamped together, and she was realizing that the clamps added to her pleasure. So did the swats.

She came, and came, and came. Her body seemed to be a geyser, spurting wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure all over her and also his cock. The pleasure never seemed to end. but end it eventually did. Robert pulled his cock out and came on her back, the coolness of his semen calming the redness from his paddling.

Afterwards, Robert rubbed his semen into her skin, and Ginger, finally exhausted after a night of sexual pleasure, had only one thing to say. She turned her head and said, "I love you, Master. You have given me the best Valentine's Day gift ever." 



Happy Birthday



Susan and Steph had planned this out for weeks. It was Ken's birthday, they had thrown him a surprise party, after he had told them not to. They were aware he would be a little rough tonight because of that. He was due home any second, they had left before him. "We are going to be in so much trouble." Steph said as they both undressed. 

Susan laughed, "Fun trouble." They knew not to touch "Ken's pussy" without permission, but they were about to play with fire. "I will take the blame, it was my idea, I enjoy being Daddy's bad girl." Susan had called Ken Daddy throughout their relationship. Steph, had called him Sir. It had added such a wonderful dynamic to their time together. 

"Just remember that when his belt comes off." Steph said, as she and Susan shared a kiss. Susan sighed and leaned into her. They had grown close over the past few months, bonding over pleasing Ken, and tormenting him. They equally enjoyed each. They fell to the bed, in each other's arms. Steph moved her kiss lower, pulling Susan's erect nipple between her teeth. 

Susan arched into her, threading her hands into Steph's long blond hair, holding her tighter. It had never been just the two of them. It was incredible, and knowing Ken would be walking in on them shortly, made Susan's pulse race. Steph pushed Susan on to her back, and looked down at her. "I hear him, ready?"

"I'm ready." Susan said, watching as Steph turned, swinging her leg over Susan, lowering herself, till Susan could kiss her already wet pussy. Steph moaned at the pleasure of Susan's touch, She then lowered her mouth to Susan, nibbling her clit as she did. Susan heard the door open. The woman continued to pleasure each other, both aware of Ken's eyes watching them. Susan could feel him in the room. She had always had that ability, she knew where he was always, without seeing him. He was circling the bed, taking the two in from all angles. 

She knew the second he sat down in the chair in the corner, he would watch, she knew he would. He would let them dig their own grave. The punishment would be severe. They both knew that. All they would have had to do was ask permission, he would have granted it. But they wanted to surprise him. To show him their acceptance of each other. 

Susan rocked against Steph's mouth, as she continued to lick the length of her. She loved the taste of Steph, sweet, hot, She had realized she could not get enough of the taste. She loved making Steph cum, feeling her body spasm at her touch. She knew she was close, she rocked harder, felt Steph stiffen, knew she was about to let go. They came together. They often did, they had gotten so used to each other's rhythms. 

Susan softened her kiss, bringing Steph down slowly, the adrenalin was high, she knew for Steph too. She stroked her hands down Steph's ass, down her thighs, sending her a silent form of support.. "Did you two whore's enjoy yourselves?" Ken said from the corner. Susan was not sure how to answer. She had planned so carefully for this, and never anticipated him asking that question. Steph moved to the side, looking down at Susan. She was just as stumped. 

She turned her head to look at Ken, who just raised his eyebrows at her. "Surprise Daddy?" she said, more as a question than an answer. She thought she saw the corners of his mouth curve up. She wasn't sure. 

"Get over here bitch." he said looking into her eyes. She knew to crawl, she knew she had pushed him too far today, best not to make it worse. She crawled across the room, and knelt in front of him. "Something tells me, you were the mastermind behind this?" 

She lowered her eyes, "Yes Daddy." He grabbed her hair, and yanked her head back. forcing her to look at him. His blue eyes, now gray with passion. "Yes, Daddy." she said again, just calling him Daddy made her drip, his hand in her hair, drove her mad. 

"That's a good girl for telling the truth." he released her hair. "You too, get your ass over here slut." he said, Susan lowered her head again, and waited for Steph to join her, kneeling in front of him. "You thought it was a good idea to go along with her?" 

"Yes Sir." Steph said, looking him in the eye. Always the more defiant of the two, always trying to push him. 

He stood, and moved behind them. He grabbed Steph by the hair raising her to her feet. "Assume the position bitch" 

"Yes Sir." she said, and bent at the waist her hands braced on the arms of the chair. Susan looked up into his eyes. So dark, as he removed his belt, she felt the wetness grow between her legs. 

"She gets 3." he said, then knelt his arms braced on his thighs. "You get 6 cunt. Understand, no one touches my pussy, either of them, without my permission. You will both learn to obey me."

"Yes Daddy." Susan watched as he moved behind Steph, and brought his belt down across her ass 3 times. She cried out in pain, with each hit. Susan knew she was close to cumming, Susan was afraid she would when he hit her. That would be frowned upon 

When he finished the third swing, he reached out and gently stroked Steph's ass, soothing slightly the sting he had caused. He pulled Steph up, and against his body, kissing her neck. "Go lay on the bed, on the far side, spread your legs." he said, with a slight gentleness to his voice

"Yes Sir." Steph said moving across the room. 

"Let's go cunt, assume the position." The angry tone returned to his voice. When Susan heard that tone, she could not help but obey him. Her legs shook as she stood, she bent, and grabbed the arms of the chair in a death grip. He leaned in close to her. "I dare you to cum bitch. I dare you." his voice alone almost did her in, she was screwed, she would cum. She knew it, he knew it, the laugh he gave her was proof of that. 

The first strike of the belt was deeply painful, it always was, The second, sent her somewhere, only Daddy had ever taken her. It was a place of euphoria, a place of inner peace, a place she had longed to be all her life, and never realized it before Daddy found her. The third hit the orgasm came, and she had no ability to stop it, no care to stop it. She was lost in Daddy's hands. 

She lost track of the hits, she knew she came again. He caught her just seconds before her legs gave out. He held her against him. "Look at me bitch." 

Susan fought to focus, knowing he wanted her to come back to him. She was so lost, she was fighting to come back to the present. "Babygirl, look at me." he said again, his tone pulled her to him, it was like a moth to a flame, her eyes focused on him, he held her gaze. "There you are." he said, as his hands moved to caress her very sore ass, she flinched slightly. "Someone is going to be sore for a few days. Maybe she will learn her place. Go lay down next to Steph, legs open." 

"Yes Daddy." she was exhausted, weak, shaking, but she obeyed. When he moved over her, he drove hard and deep into her very wet pussy. He pushed her legs back, her knees almost touching her shoulders, and drove hard. 

"Look at me." he said, Susan opened her eyes, and looked into his. "Cum bitch, and don't you dare close your eyes. You do not look away from me. " Her orgasm was hard, she had to fight to stay with him, he was so deep, driving so hard. It was so hard she thought she might pass out. Just as quickly he left her, he moved to Steph, and drove into her, his hand going around her throat. "You two will learn to behave, you two will learn who is in control. Cum whore." he yelled.

Susan tried to focus, as he leaned over grabbing her jaw to make her look back at him. "you want to taste my cum bitch? Do you?" 

"Yes Please Daddy." Susan answered, licking her lips.

"NO! This was all your idea, and you came when I clearly told you not to. Steph gets my cum slut, and you will watch her get it." He grabbed Susan's hair, and pulled her into a kneeling position on the bed. He then stood, taking Steph with him, pushing her to the floor in front of him. Susan watched as Steph opened her mouth to take his cock, he fucked her mouth so hard, Susan almost cried with want, wishing it were her. When he growled his release, she looked up into his eyes. They were locked on her's. But she saw the love in his eyes, she knew the punishments were a part of that. She knew she would try harder to always obey her Daddy.



Happy Birthday



"What time is it?" asked Jon over the music blaring in the living room.

"It's 10:30." he heard someone answer from behind him.

"Oh shit!" Jon exclaimed. He hurried into the kitchen to grab a soda out of the fridge then he headed for the door. As he opened it, someone grabbed his shoulder from behind.

"And just where do you think you're going young man?" He turned to see that it was Jennifer, a friend of Carrie's. "What's the matter? Are you too good to party with us?" she asked as she stepped in front of him and closed the door.

"I have to go pick Carrie up from work. She gets off at 11:00 and I told her I'd pick her up so that she didn't have to worry about driving tonight." he explained. No sooner did he finish his sentence than there was someone knocking on the door.

Jennifer opened it, "Hi! How are you guys doing? I'm so glad you could make it. Here, give your coats to Jon and he'll take them upstairs." she said to her new guests. To Jon, she said, "Fine. You just take these upstairs to the bedroom where we're keeping everyone's stuff; second door on the right, and you can leave as long as you promise not to be gone long. We have something special planned for you for your birthday tonight. You got it?"

"Yeah, I got it. No. Wait a minute, I thought the coats were going in the first room on the right." he said.

"Well, we were but we ran out of room so we had to move down one door. Now go, go, go. You don't want to be late, do you?" She said and turned around to mingle again.

Jon went upstairs and checked the first room on the right. "Looks like plenty of room to me, but it's Jen's place." he said to himself. He turned and went to the second door and pushed it open. He turned his back to the room and turned on the light. When he turned around to look for a place to put the coats, he almost dropped them.

Carrie was lying on the bed. She was wearing a red and black negligee with little bow-tie closures down the front from cleavage to crotch. He turned around again, opened the door and dropped the coats in the hall then closed and locked the door before turning around again.

Carrie was playing with the top bow-tie as she asked, "Well, are you just going to stand there and look or are you going to come over here and open your birthday surprise?" She smiled as he crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. She reached above her head and pressed play on the stereo. Slow, romantic music began to drift softly around the room.

"So you're my birthday surprise, huh,” he asked as he caressed her face and neck softly, just the way she'd told him she liked in one of their many conversations about sex.

"Mmmm, yeah. I'm it all right. I hope you like what you see. I wanted to give you something special before you left but I couldn't decide what, so last weekend I decided to give you me." she explained. "Oh I like what I see, alright. Would you care to dance?" he asked as he stood up from the bed and took her hand.

"I most certainly would." Carrie answered and followed him to the middle of the room.

He held her close as they danced slowly around the room. She put her arms around his neck and her head on his chest.

"You smell good." she said and hugged him closer as they danced.

"You too." Jon replied. "In fact, you smell good, you look good tonight, and most of all, you feel good. This feels good,” he said softly as he nuzzled her hair by her ear.

He ran his hands from her hips up to her shoulders and back down to her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. He felt her shudder lightly as he nibbled on her ear. He smiled because she had said she liked that too. He kissed her cheek, then her lips. They kissed softly at first, then the kisses grew more and more passionate. He picked her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed where he gently set her down. Their kisses grew soft once more as he lay down beside her. Jon began to caress Carrie's thigh as she pulled away from their kiss to start unbuttoning his shirt.

"Let's get you into something more comfortable." she said. When she reached the last button she continued her way down and unbuttoned his jeans as well.

Jon got up from the bed and took his clothes off. Carrie watched for a few seconds then went to work on the numerous bow ties on her negligee but he stopped her.

"Let me help you with that." he said as he joined her on the bed once more. He kissed her lightly on the lips, then the cheek and continued to leave a trail of light kisses down her neck onto her chest between her breasts. With each new bow untied he placed a kiss on the skin revealed until he reached the last bow. This was the bow, which revealed what she later referred to as her one and only jewel, a small diamond-shaped patch of hair which pointed to her clitoris. He didn't want to spoil things for her so he left that bow unkissed. Instead, he helped her off the bed. She stood facing him as he sat on the bed and she slowly shrugged the negligee off each shoulder, then she slowly slid it down over her hips and down to the floor where it lay upon his clothes.

Jon placed his hands on Carrie's hips and pulled her closer. He kissed her between her breasts and gently nibbled and sucked on each breast as he massaged her ass. She ran her fingers through his hair and gently tried to guide him to her nipples but he resisted, getting closer and closer each time she tried but changing direction at the last moment. He could feel her breasts and ass getting hotter as time went on. Then just as Jon was about to give in, Carrie pulled away and knelt in front of him.

"So you want this to last, huh? Well then, I want you to spread your legs and sit on your hands. Don't move them until I tell you to. Let's see just how long you can last," she said. She took hold of his cock with one hand and his balls with the other. She massaged his balls and stroked his cock until it was rock solid and standing on its own. Then she put the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucked and nibbled on it. In a few moments, Jon was already squirming with desire. She started slowly working her way down until his hair was poking her nose. As she came back up toward the head her suction grew stronger. She concentrated sucking on the just the head of his cock as she stroked his shaft with her hand.

Soon Jon was gently thrusting his hips toward Carrie's mouth in rhythm with her hand. When she tasted the first few drops of cum she stopped stroking his cock. She deep-throated him again and again. It wasn't long before he was cumming in her mouth and down her throat. She continued to suck it down until he began to grow soft again.

"Oh Carrie. That was flat-out incredible. This is easily the best birthday of my life. Just in case I'm in no shape to say it later, thank you." Jon said.

Carrie got onto the bed and lay down beside Jon with her head on his chest. She put one leg between his and played with his chest hair for a few moments before speaking.

"I just want you to know that I don't do things like this for just anyone. You're very special to me and I care about you a great deal. I know I'm going to miss you and I just wanted to make damn sure you miss me. Now let's get this over with." she said as she reached for Jon's cock again. He stopped her and pulled his head back so he could look at her.

"Hey Carrie, honey, we don't have to take this all the way if you don't want to. I don't want you to feel like you have to do it if you're not comfortable with it," he said gently. Then Carrie was the one pulling her head back to look at Jon.

"Like hell we don't! You and I would not be here right now if I weren’t comfortable with the idea of fucking your brains out and your balls blue. Not only am I comfortable with it, I've been fantasizing about us sleeping together since I decided on your gift. What I was referring to when I said 'Let's get this over with' was something I call the quickie. You see it usually doesn't take me long to reach my first orgasm. I want to get it out of the way so that we can have that fantasy marathon fuck that you and I are always joking about. So now that you understand, I repeat. Let's get this over with." she said as she took his hand and placed it on her jewel.

Jon took the hint. He kissed her softly as he played with her clit. She took his head in her hands and guided him lower. He kissed and nibbled his way down her neck to her breasts where he paused to suck on her nipples one at a time. He could feel the heat this produced in her pussy. He moved his hand farther down between her legs as she spread them wide. He inserted a finger into her pussy as he continued to kiss and nibble his way down. Then he was at her clitoris. He sucked it into his mouth and nibbled and flicked at it with his tongue as he stroked her G-Spot with his finger. 

She began to moan and rotate her hips in unison with his movements and suction. Her breathing became ragged and she grabbed a handful of his hair. He sucked harder on her clit as he stuck another finger into her pussy and finger fucked her in rhythm with her movements. It wasn't long before she had to turn her face into the pillow to scream as Jon's face was covered with her cum and juices. He continued to flick rapidly at her clit until she relaxed and her hips fell back onto the bed. In a few moments her breathing returned to normal.

"Oh wow. You never mentioned anything like that when we talked. I was totally unprepared for what you just did, whatever it was." Carrie said softly as she cuddled up to him and began playing with his cock once more.

"I take it you enjoy your 'quickie' then." Jon said.

"Enjoyed doesn't even come close to it. Why didn't you tell me you could make a woman do that? I don't normally scream at the top of my lungs," she said.

"Well I kept a few aces up my sleeve just in case this fantasy ever came to life. Aren't you glad I did?" Jon asked as he softly caressed Carries back and ass.

"Yeah, I am. So do you have any other aces up that sleeve of yours?" Carrie asked as she rolled on top of him and guided his cock into her hot wet pussy.

"Well, let's see..."



Happy Birthday



You step out of the shower and begin drying yourself off. I watch, unbeknownst to you. Thinking how I want my tongue to be the towel that thirstily drinks the liquid droplets that cover your body. I ache for you today. This day. Your birthday.

Slowly, I walk behind you. For a moment you hear nothing. Then you feel two warm, soft bumps of flesh against your back. You could swear there's nothing between your back and those fleshy bumps, but maybe you're wrong, though you doubt it, but maybe you are, but no, but maybe.

"What are you doing?" you ask casually.

You feel my whole naked body against your back. Definitely no clothes in between.

I kiss the back of your neck and then your shoulders. My hands slink around your waist and untie the towel you have around you. It falls around your ankles. I move my hands up toward your chest, not wanting to be too daring at first. I slide my fingers through your hair, grab a handful, pull your head back and to the side, and kiss your lips.

"Happy Birthday."

"Thank you" you reply, your voice sounding peculiar, because your head is cocked back so far and twisted so unnaturally. You are looking into my eyes at a strange angle.

"No words," I say, and kiss you again.

"I don't know if we should do this," you say, certain that you must look like a chicken with its neck broken.

"You have no choice," I say.

"Really?" And because of movies, you instinctively look down to see if I'm holding a gun. You are puzzled that I'm not.

"Then why do I have no choice?" you ask.

"'Then'? Why do you say 'Then'?"

"I mean 'then' as in, 'Since you're not pointing a gun at me, then why do I have no choice?'"

"That's not quite grammatical, I don't think."

"Neither is that."

"I know," I say.

"Well, mine made sense with my train of though." you say, knowing you have no more of a choice than if I did have a gun. Your body betrays you. You are hard and I am wet. We are both wanting...aching...desiring.

"Ssssssshhhhhhhhh!" I whisper in your ear as my kisses cover your body. With each kiss planted, I drink you in--your soft clean hair, your hot skin, the petal of your ear against my mouth. We are both breathing hard and I can smell it--the urgent energy between us. We somehow begin moving in slow motion; we have, in spite of the surging energy, all the time in the world.

We sink to the tiled floor. A mass of bodies. We are both aching. We are both yearning for more. Blindly, yearning, I move my hands down your back, down, down, to the round, strong humps of buttocks. You nuzzle your face into my neck and push my legs apart with your knee. I lean backwards. You lean forward. Suspended above me. Dark against the dim light of the room. You are holding yourself with one hand, stroking me, up and down, back and forth, in the warm place between my legs. I rise up to meet you, arching my back.

Your cock, warm and blunt, noses itself inside of me. Hotter and bigger than I expected. The cleated walls of my vagina closes around you, enfolding you. I almost laugh in triumph, yet instead moans of passion escape my lips. You rock above me, pushing yourself deeper and deeper, a desperate exploration. Your cock pulsing inside me. My nails kneading your ass. I moan. I shake. My hips rise and fall. I lose myself in the throes of pleasure. I become pure sensation. Deeper... Pressing... Squeezing ...Weight against weight; fluid with fluid; inside against, filled, packed with outside. You fucking me and me fucking you. My hips greeting yours as you thrust into me, drawing you into the secret recesses of my body. 

Clasping me, pulling me closer and closer. Suddenly you are calling, you are calling after something that seems to be disappearing on the horizon; you call out desperately. Screaming my name. "G E N E V I E V E!" 

That is the sound that interrupts the silence of the room. 

Whispers on a scream; I speak your name as softly as a pray.

It becomes my mantra. Over and over...until we reach the light together. You plunge faster and faster. Harder and harder until I am being filled by your hot cum. With every thrust you make now a jolt of electric energy is sent shooting up my spine, bursting into stars at the top of my head. On and on you push till I, myself, finally errupt from the inside out, shattering the air around us. Spasms rack our bodies. You cum. I cum We cum. 

Our bodies glistening with sweat as we cling to each other afterwards. Utterly limp and totally exhausted. Both sated on this day, your day, your birthday.



Happy Birthday 1st Party



The doorbell rang 3 times in rapid succession. The five men on the doorstep were making jokes and punching each other as the door slowly opened and they all filed inside, blinking as they entered the dim interior of the house. They had arrived by limo and it slowly backed down the long driveway, seeing the men had safely entered inside. The men stood in the front hallway, their eyes adjusting to the light change as they surveyed the sight before them. In the enormous room across from them there was a dining table, horizontally facing a stage which dominated the farthest wall of the room. The table was fully set with plates, glasses, and silverware, with a place card at each seat. But what really caught the men's attention was beside each overstuffed armchair set at each place.

"Holy shit," breathed one of the men. "This is some place."

Next to each chair was a beautiful woman, each wearing silver high-heels, smoky-black thigh-high hose held on by a lacy garter belt, a tiny waitress apron which stopped a good inch above the hose, a short silver vest that was scooped low to allow a generous amount of cleavage to show above the top before being buttoned on 3 tiny buttons and ending just below the upper ribs, and a black bow tie. One of the women, a busty brunette with her long hair pulled back in a pony tail, stepped forward.

"Happy Birthday, Daniel," she said in a low husky voice as she smiled and walked towards the awe-struck men. "Welcome to Daniel's birthday party, gentlemen. I'm Daniel's step-sister, Rachel."

Four of the five men exchanged knowing grins and elbowed the fifth man, slapping him on the back and congratulating him. Daniel, a tall handsome man with sandy blond hair and bright blue eyes, smiled as he kept his eyes on Rachel.

"I thought he deserved something a little special for his birthday," Rachel continued, "so my friends graciously volunteered to be of service for tonight. If you will go to the table, you will see your names on a place card at your seat. The woman standing next to your seat will be your personal server for this evening. She will attend to your every need throughout tonight's entertainment. If you are in need of anything tonight, you have only to ask. We have dinner and a show prepared for you, and of course dessert and after-dinner entertainment, so if you'd all like to come forward, we can get started."

She turned around and walked back to her place at the middle of the table, showing the five guests that she was only wearing a black thong with the garter belt beneath her apron. The men all hurried to the table where their seats were held out by their personal servers. 

Daniel was seated in the middle of the table with Rachel as his server. He grinned at his friends as he sat down in his chair.

"God I love my family," he joked and pulled Rachel down onto his lap.

He kissed her enthusiastically, sliding his hand up her thigh and cupping her hip as his tongue delved deeply into her mouth. He helped Rachel to stand up, a hand on her bare butt cheek. He kept his hand on her while she turned around to look at him. 

"Thanks, Sis," he sneered, stroking her buttocks. 

"You're welcome, Bro," she said as she winked, and then turned to watch the other men take their seats. 

Matthew, sitting on Dan's right, was keeping his eyes on the 5'7" strawberry-blond Mary with her pixie face, brown eyes, long legs, small waist, and 34B breasts as she pulled out his chair. He was Daniel's best friend and they often worked out together to keep muscle on their tall lanky forms. Matthew had black curly hair cut short above his ears and dark green eyes. He was already showing a bulge in his pants when he sat down. Mary leaned over the back of the seat, licked his ear, and ran her hands down his chest. 

"Just let me know how I can serve you," Mary whispered as she ran her tongue over the curve of his ear.

Jeff, on Dan's left, was ogling Linda's tight round ass as she leaned over the table pouring him a cup of water. He was the shortest man in the group at 5'10" and had the muscle-tone of a wrestler, but Linda at 5'6" and with her toned runner's body was a perfect match for him. She flipped her long black hair over her shoulder as she set the pitcher down and planting her hands on the table, spread her legs, letting the thong ride up farther between her crack and pussy lips. As she looked back over her shoulder at Jeff, her pale blue eyes met his chocolaty brown ones.

"Tell me if you see anything you like," she told him.

Brian and Jon, the men at the ends of the table were both watching their servers, twin 5'10" blonds named Sadie and Katie, sitting on the edge of the table with their long legs crossed, each eating a banana they had gotten from a bowl of fruit on the table. Simultaneously, they licked up the stem of the banana before passing the tip of the fruit in between their pink glossy lips and back out again.

"We just love sucking on….bananas," Katie purred.

Rachel cleared her throat to get everyone's attention.

"Gentlemen, it's time for dinner and the show. Your personal server will bring your meal back in and then stay by your side to help with anything you need during the meal. The show will start as soon as everyone has been served."

The women left the men with last little touches as they filed out of the room through a swinging door at the end, the men craning their necks to see each perky buttock sway as they walked away. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

As soon as the door closed they began to talk.

"Christ, Dan, you lucky dog!"

"Man, if I had a step-sister like that, I'd be fucking her for sure!"

"Dude, did you see the tits on my server?"

"How the hell did you get to be so lucky?"

Dan just smiled a satisfied smile as the door opened again and each waitress came through pushing a metal cart with dishes on it, leaning forward with the effort, their breasts pushed up out of their vests, exposed almost to the nipple. Each one went to stand next to their guest, and at Rachel's signal, began to serve. Covers were removed and before each man were set plates with juicy grilled steak surrounded by big jumbo shrimp, Spanish rice, and asparagus. Baskets of bread were placed before the men and dishes of butter. 

As Rachel leaned forward to fill Dan's glass with wine, he reached up and flicked open one of the buttons on her vest, allowing just a little more breast to be seen. She put down the bottle and picked up the glass of wine. Turning, she leaned against the table and dipped her finger into the wine. She ran her finger over her lips and trailed it down her neck to stop deep in her cleavage at the second button. She set down the cup and leaned forward.

"Taste?" she asked Dan.

Dan growled as he grabbed her by the waist and shoved his face in her breasts. Taking little love bites and molding her buttocks in his hands, he brought her down to straddle his lap as he used his teeth to undo the last two straining buttons which held her breasts in place.

"Christ, you're built!" Dan groaned as he grabbed the vest, pulling it off, and reached for the cup of wine. 

He dipped one finger in and traced a pouting nipple with the wine-soaked finger. Leaning his head forward he took Rachel's nipple into his mouth and sucked, licking the wine off her nipple, laving it with his tongue until it was completely clean. He did the same to her other nipple, and then licked his way up her neck to reach her mouth where he plunged his tongue, violently thrusting it in while urging her down on the rigid erection she could feel through his pants.

"Oh, god, you feel so good," Rachel gasped, squeezing him with her thighs and rocking back and forth on his hard cock.

All around them the other men were not paying attention to the food as they and their servers spent time teasing each other in various stages of undress.

The twins were kneeling in-between the legs of Brian and Jon, unbuttoning the men's shirts while licking each inch of skin they uncovered.

Linda was sitting in Jeff's lap with her back against his chest, her legs spread open over his legs as he gently plucked and twisted her nipples through her vest.

Matthew had Mary draped across his lap with one arm supporting her back and the other on her hip as he suckled at one breast he had exposed over the top of her vest.

No one noticed as the lights grew dimmer, but they did notice the pulsing beat of the Indian music as it grew louder. One-by-one five women appeared onstage. Each woman wore complete Arabian dress as if they had just stepped from a harem: little vests over their breasts, which had sheer sleeves and left their stomachs bare; pants which rode low past hipbones made of completely sheer material with only a solid section in a deep V right below their waists; and little veils which covered their faces from nose to chin. 

"This is the start of the during-dinner entertainment, Gentlemen," said Rachel, from the comfort of Dan's lap. "Please welcome the women of the Arabian Nights troupe, who are going to show you their variation of Indian belly dancing."

The women onstage began to swing their hips, undulating their bodies in snakelike movements as the music beat faster, jiggling their breasts and buttocks while sinuously moving their arms and clapping their hands.

The men began to settle down, holding the girls in their laps, half undressed, watching the show with rapt attention and occasionally putting a tasty morsel of food in their mouths.

"They're really good," Dan whispered in Rachel's ear as his left hand lightly squeezed her breast while he watched the dancing girls, one by one, shimmy down to their knees and bend their backs so their heads touched the floor behind them as they still shook their shoulders.

Brian and Jon angled their chairs more towards the stage and had Sadie and Katie, now both topless, perched on the edges of the armchairs, feeding them bites of juicy shrimp. 

The dancing girls began to do what looked like pelvic thrusts in time to the music, still with their backs bent, their heads touching the floor, and their shoulders shaking. The men leaned forward as it became obvious that the already see-through pants the girls were wearing had a slit in the crotch which allowed the men glimpses of warm pink flesh as the girls pumped up and down, their knees spread wide apart. The dancing girls slowly brought their torsos back up, their thighs still spread, swaying in time to the beat of the music, twisting their arms in the air before running their hands down their shoulders to cup and squeeze their breasts.

"I never saw belly-dancing like this before," Jeff said, watching the stage with rapt attention as Linda fed him pieces of steak.

He moved his hand over Linda's thigh, running it along the outside of the thong, cupping her pussy in his hand.

"Keep watching," Linda suggested, as she tried to concentrate on cutting up more steak. "The best part's next."

The women's hands kept traveling down their bodies, briefly touching their navels, each which had a small gold hoop through it, before continuing down over their pelvises, finally cupping their Venus mounds with both hands and pressing, their heads thrown back as they gave loud cries. They slid their hands over their thighs, pulling the material of the pants apart, allowing more flesh to be seen. At the exact same time, each girl slipped a finger inside and began to finger herself in time to the music, in and out, in and out, while they thrust their pelvises into their own palms.

"That is fucking hot!" Matt exclaimed, as he swung his gaze back between the dancing girls and Mary, who was running the tip of a stalk of asparagus around her lips, down her neck, and circling a nipple, before trailing it back up to her mouth where she slipped it inside.

On stage, the dancing girls moved their free hand up their bodies to their breasts where they undid the little vest and let it hang open, showing their bare breasts with hard pointed nipples. They each cupped a breast as they simultaneously added a second finger to slide in and out, continuing to massage, knead, twist and pull their nipples. They shook their heads and made little cries as they gradually began to slide in and out faster as the tempo of the music picked up, finally fingering themselves into a screaming climax right on the stage!

Everyone's breaths were coming in pants watching the dancing girls lay back limp on the stage, their thighs still spread apart, one hand on their thigh and the other on their breast, as they lay spent from their orgasm.

"That was fucking incredible! Thank you so much," said Dan, giving Rachel a lingering kiss.

A few moments later, they looked up and stared around at their friends next to them. Each server had her vest off by now and the food was forgotten as almost everyone was involved in kissing and allowing their hands to roam freely.

Linda was still sitting with her legs spread open, facing away from Jeff, but now he had pushed her thong between her pussy lips and was stroking a finger up and down her slit, feeling the silk get wet with her juices. 

"Goddamn it, do it harder, please!" Linda cried, her breath coming in little pants as she tried to push her pussy harder into his hand.

Mary had Matt's shirt open and was teasing him by holding his hands down to the arms of the chair and running her hard nipples and soft breasts over his face and chest without allowing him to suck one. 

Sadie and Katie were down on their knees again, having freed both Brian and Jon's cocks from the confines of their pants, and were proceeding to lick each one up and down from base to tip.

"Shit, can you believe this? That's right, suck it hard. Oh my god," groaned Brian, holding Sadie's head in place as she slowly sucked him into her mouth.

Rachel managed to escape Dan's probing fingers and stood up, holding onto the back of the chair for support. She had to yell to get everyone's attention, but finally everyone was looking at her, still frozen in the acts they had just been performing.

"I don't think anyone is going to be wanting any more dinner," she announced, "so I believe it's time for dessert and the after dinner entertainment. If all the servers would please follow me, and you gentlemen, please go wait in the living room, we'll bring the dessert into the dining room, and call you when we're ready."

The servers all extracted themselves from the grasps of the men, Sadie and Katie with a last lick, Linda getting a last stroke which caused her to almost fall when she stood up. They all followed Rachel into the kitchen where they set about preparing the dessert.

"That was the best meal I ever ate," joked Matt, watching Mary's bouncy butt as she ran to catch up with the other girls.

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The men all grinned at each other as they stood up, Brian and Jon tucking themselves back into their pants. They went into the living room where they found a big screen TV with a lesbian porno flick on. They all sat down to watch as they wondered what dessert was going to be. Finally they heard a call for them and they went back into the dining room where they again stopped short to appreciate the dessert laid out before them.

On a small cart next to a table was a cake with the words "Happy Birthday, Daniel" written on it. Next to each place were bowls of ice cream and a bottle of chocolate syrup. But the real dessert was sitting where each plate had been. At each spot where a man had been sitting there was their personal server, now only wearing the bowtie, stockings, and heels. Each one was leaning back on her arms, while her legs were spread open over the edge of the table. In between their legs was a mountain of whipped cream, hiding their exposed pussies from sight. Upon each thrusting breast, a trail of whipped cream surrounded the nipple, leaving it jutting forth from its frothy garnish. 

The men all rushed to the table where they began licking up the cream.

Daniel went immediately for Rachel's pussy, pushing his face into the whipped cream, licking it all up from the insides of her thighs.

Mary and Linda squealed as Matt and Jeff deftly licked their nipples clean before using a finger to scoop up some whipped cream from between their thighs and holding it up for the girls to lick off.

"Mmm, I love whipped cream," murmured Mary as she sucked it off Matt's finger.

"There's plenty more where that came from," said Matt, sticking his finger right through the whipped cream and into her pussy.

Drawing it out again, he held it up to Mary's lips.

"Taste."

She leaned forward and opened her mouth.

"Sweeter than ever," she declared, licking his finger clean.

Brian and Jon got together and licked Sadie clean. Brian used his tongue to gently lave the stray whipped cream from her blond curls before pulling her off the table.

"I think Katie needs a little cleaning up," Brian told her.

"Why don't you go help you sister out?" John suggested.

Sadie walked over to the other side of the table and got down on her knees. Using her tongue, she licked whipped cream from between her sister's spread thighs.

She looked up at the men and smiled. "My pleasure."

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Daniel had finished most of the cream. Right before his tongue entered her he looked up at Rachel.

"I've been waiting 10 years to do this," he said.

Rachel picked up one hand and cupped the back of his head.

"If you don't do this now I'm going to explode!" she exclaimed, trying to force his darting tongue into her wet and waiting pussy.

"I'd rather you explode with my tongue in you," he told her.

He grinned before he plunged his tongue into her, causing her hips to buck off the table towards his face.

"Oh my god!" cried Rachel, rocking her head from side to side as he draped her legs over his shoulders and leaned her back so she was lying on the table.

"Don't stop, oh that feels so good!" she gasped.

Daniel continued to suck and lick her pussy, flicking his tongue around her clit while he grasped her butt cheeks and pulled her body up from the table to meet his mouth.

"C'mon, Rachel, cum for me now," urged Dan, and Rachel exploded in hi mouth, his tongue pushing her over the edge again and again as she had two or three orgasms in a row.

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Jeff was once again torturing Linda by running his finger around the outside of her pussy, making sure that all of the whipped cream was gone. Suddenly, without warning, he slid a long finger into Linda, causing her to scream out in pleasure, and withdrew it again.

"Lick it off," he told her, holding his finger up to her lips.

She did, taking his finger deep into her mouth and sucking on it, licking off all the whip cream mixed with her own juices. He kept his finger in her mouth for her to suck on while he slid a finger of his other hand inside her and let it rest there unmoving.

"You show me what to do," he said, teasing her. "The faster you suck my finger, the faster I'll finger your cunt."

Linda immediately started sucking his finger as fast as she could, sliding her head back and forth, running her mouth up and down it, curling her tongue around his finger. Jeff slid his finger in and out of her as fast as he could, only slowing down when Linda was so aroused that she was breathing too heavily to suck on his finger. She could only gasp for air.

"Please, Jeff, please," Linda pleaded. "You're killing me, oh my god, please!"

"Keep going," was all Jeff said, smiling as Linda kept trying, but it was to no avail; she was torturing herself with pleasure due to his rules!

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Happy Birthday 1st Party



Matt had taken the bottle of chocolate sauce and was slowly dripping it over Mary's nipples and breasts. 

"Oooh, that feels kind of good," exclaimed Mary as it drizzled down her stomach and into her blond curly pussy hair.

"Lean back on your elbows," Matt told her as he bent over her, slowly licking the chocolate off in broad sweeping strokes, sucking every bit from her nipples, leaving little love bites on the insides of her breasts.

"Please go lower," gasped Mary as Matt teased her, pausing at her navel, twirling his tongue inside slurping up every drop.

Mary looked down her body as his head reached her pussy where his tongue tangled in her hair wetting and sucking her Venus mound while trying to clean off every bit of chocolate syrup on her skin. He spread her pussy lips wide and licked off the insides, making sure no chocolate had gotten in too far.

"I'll have to test you, you know," he said as he looked at her pussy, lips still held apart by his fingers.

"For what?" Mary asked, trying to push her pelvis into his hand.

"To see if you taste sweeter than the chocolate," he said mischievously.

He dipped his head and his tongue delved into her, licking her inside just the way he had done the chocolate. Finally he lifted his head.

"Well?" Mary gasped as her whole body quivered for release.

"A thousand times better," Matt said right before he flicked her clit with his tongue while fingering her deeply, causing her to come to an overwhelming climax.

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Brian and Jon were busy eagerly cleaning the whip cream from Katie's breasts while Sadie licked the insides of her thighs clean. They stepped back in time to watch Sadie give Katie's slit one long lick.

"All clean," Sadie pronounced, looking up from her sister's pussy, her face covered in whipped cream.

"Not quite," said Katie, grinning.

She slid off the table and grabbed her sister's hips, licking all the whipped cream from her face. Sadie wound her arms around Katie's waist and gripped her ass cheeks, pulling her closer so they were pressed breast to breast.

"Thanks, Sis," they said at the same time.

"I think we got luckiest," Brian said to Jon as they watched the twin sisters, their arms around each other's waists, their hands cupping each other's ass cheeks, their breasts pressed nipple to nipple.

Sadie and Katie kept one arm around each other as they turned and looked at Brian and Jon. They each used their free hand to grab the front of the men's shirts and jerked them close, devouring their lips and thrusting their tongues into the men's mouths. Each sister wrapped her outside leg around their respective man's waist as each man cupped one firmly rounded butt cheek. Brian slid one finger into Sadie's exposed pussy and she moaned into his mouth, wobbling on the leg holding her up. Jon plucked at Katie's nipples as their tongues engaged in a heated battle for the most mouth room. 

"I think it's time we went upstairs," Katie suggested as she and Sadie pulled back and, taking each man by the hands, they led them out of the dining room to the stairs.

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Linda had, out of desperation, reached down and pushed Jeff's hand out of the way. She was now using 3 fingers to finger herself deeply while Jeff flicked her clit and gently bit her nipples. Soon she was writhing on the table in ecstasy as Jon continued to watch her and massage her clit to prolong her orgasm. Linda finally quieted down and sat up to face Jeff.

"Turn about is fair play, love," Linda told him, as she grabbed his hands and pulled herself off the table. 

"I love a take-charge attitude in a woman," joked Jeff, following Linda while she led him over to his seat, the overstuffed easy chair, and placing her hands on his chest, pushed him down into the seat.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," she warned him.

Leaning in, she placed her right knee on the outside of his thigh, gripped his shirt with both hands, and ripped. Buttons popped as she tore apart his shirt, bearing his chest. Pushing his shirt back, she ran her hands over his shoulders and chest, taking little love bites from his neck.

"I never liked that shirt anyway," gasped Jeff as Linda's hands moved down his stomach, following his happy trail of hair to where it disappeared into his pants.

She pulled on the waist of his jeans and popped the buttons of his fly. Jeff lifted his hips and Linda pulled his jeans down his legs. 

"Oh, you're so big!" exclaimed Linda as his 10-inch cock sprang up into her waiting hands.

She grasped his hard shaft with both hands and gently squeezed. Bringing her left knee on the other side of this lap, she straddled him, and rising up, slowly inched her tight pussy down onto his cock, stretching her pussy walls as far as they would go.

"Ready?" Linda asked Jeff when he gripped her hips and she braced her hands on his shoulders.

"Give me the best you've got," Jeff told her.

Linda began to move up and down in a gentle rocking motion, slowly, very slowly, teasing both herself and Jeff. Jeff dug his fingers into her hips and tried to make her go faster, but Linda squeezed with her thighs and clenched her pussy and robbed him of breath. 

"It's my turn now," Linda breathed into his mouth when she captured his lips with hers.

Jeff brought his hands up to play with her breasts, realizing she wasn't going to go any faster. He tore his mouth away and ran his lips down her neck. He traced her collarbone with his tongue and down between her breasts. Leaning her back slightly, he played with her navel, then trailed his tongue back up and encircled a nipple, drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard upon it, scraping it with his teeth.

"Okay, okay," Linda gasped and threw her head back, finally beginning to move faster. Jeff buried his face against her neck as he once more gripped her hips and this time thrust upward

"Harder," he grunted, helping her to move her hips faster and faster.

He gently bit her collarbone and Linda screamed, coming to a gushing climax as Jeff let out a shout, cuming in a rush inside of her. They collapsed back into the chair, Jeff still inside her, his hands cupping her butt as she leaned on his chest, completely spent.

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Climbing onto the table, Dan began to lick up Rachel's body, exploring her navel with his tongue, nibbling on each rib, finally licking the whip cream from around her nipples.

"Please just suck one!" Rachel gasped as Dan licked all over Rachel's breasts, except her nipples.

She grabbed his head and forced him to take a nipple into his mouth. Dan chuckled as he sucked on it, rolling it in his mouth, gently biting it with his teeth, causing Rachel to gasp as twin shoots of pain and pleasure shot straight to through her body. Up her neck, Dan licked his way, finally tangling his tongue with Rachel's as they shared a long kiss, tongues battling for entrance into each other's mouths.

"Lie down," Rachel demanded as she pushed Dan down next to her on the table.

Dan helped her by unbuckling his own belt as Rachel pushed his tee-shirt over his head. The both pushed his pants down his hips as Rachel fastened her mouth to the spot just beneath his navel, sucking and biting the flesh, bestowing hickies all along his abdomen until his pants were finally kicked down to the ground.

"I've been waiting 10 years to do this," Rachel told Daniel.

She took his penis in her hand and began to move her hand up and down. On each downward stroke, she would suck on the head, on each upward stroke she would squeeze a little harder.

"That feels great, but hurry up, dammit, I can't wait!" gasped out Dan as he clenched his eyes and teeth together, trying to keep from cuming.

Rachel smiled as she worked her hand faster and sucked harder. Finally, Dan sat up and pushed Rachel onto her back on the table.

"I want to cum in you," he growled out as he pulled her legs over his shoulders.

Rachel grabbed his head and stared into his eyes as Dan ran the head of his dick up and down her slit, mixing her saliva with her juices. Finally, he thrust himself deeply into her, completely filling her tight hole. He stayed there a moment, his forehead resting on Rachel's, their lips just touching. Then he started to move in hard fast thrusts, in and out, sliding into her.

"Oh yes, oh god, Dan, oh, that feels so good, please, please, don't stop," chanted Rachel as he slammed into her, pushing her across the table.

Right at the edge of the table, just before they were about to go over its edge, Dan rammed into her one last time, shouting with the effort, as they both exploded.

"That was fucking amazing," Dan gasped, collapsing on top of Rachel. "I can't believe I waited so long to do that."

"Well, you'll never have to wait again," Rachel promised, running her hands down his back and cupping his ass while she kissed him.

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"Ladies first," Jon offered, grinning, as Sadie and Katie went up the stairs before him and Brian, each pert butt cheek and breast bouncing with the effort. 

The men looked at each other and then chased the girls up the stairs, growling and smacking the girls' butt cheeks as they ran squealing up the stairs and down the hall, bursting through one of the doors into a gigantic bedroom. They had almost made it to the bed when the men leaped and gently tackled the girls onto the bed.

"Oooh, get off me," squealed Sadie as both of the girls struggled playfully, bucking their bodies up off the bed, trying to displace the men who were lying on their backs.

Jon and Brian pushed them back onto the bed, grabbing buttocks, breasts, and nipples, slipping their hands down the front of the girls' bodies. Sadie and Katie stopped struggling and started panting as Jon and Brian began massaging their clits, sliding one finger up and down their slits, almost entering but not quite.

"Unh, yes, please," chanted Katie, trying to push up her body to allow Jon better access to her pussy.

"C'mon, oh please," gasped Sadie, thrusting her butt up off the bed, trying to make Brian slip a finger inside.

By now the girls were kneeling with their foreheads on the bed, leaning on their elbows as Jon and Brian leaned over them, cupping a breast, squeezing a nipple, running their hands down the girls' flat stomachs to tangle in their pussy hair, but never completely pushing a finger inside.

"God, I can't stand it anymore!" cried Katie, and bracing on one arm, she slid a finger inside herself.

Jon leaned off her to watch her finger herself, moaning with each breath as she fit two fingers inside, stroking herself to an orgasm.

"Oooh, good idea," agreed Sadie, and seeing what her sister was doing, began to do the same thing, fingering her own pussy as Brian sat back next to Jon, watching from behind as the twins finger-fucked themselves.

"This is sooo hot!" exclaimed Jon as he and Brian started taking off their clothes, watching the girls ram their fingers into their own hot pussies.

As the girls got closer to their peaks, their moans got louder, and the arm holding them up was trembling with the force of their efforts. Brian and Jon moved back behind the girls, just as they were about to explode, and grabbed the girls' hands to make them stop. Then they simultaneously rammed into the girls, taking them from behind, shoving the girls' faces into the bed.

"Oh yeah, oh yes, give it to me, harder, please, harder," urged Katie, pushing her body back to meet Jon's thrusts.

Jon grabbed Katie's hips as he slammed into her. Brian was leaning over Sadie's back, his arms reaching around under her, grabbing her breasts, squeezing with each thrust. Within a few thrusts, each girl had started to cum, and immediately began to build to another. This time, as the girls' pussies clenched around their cocks, the guys came, ramming into them one last time.

"Next time, we'll switch," gasped Brian as he and Jon fell on top of the girls where they all lay together in a panting heap.

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"I want to make sure all the chocolate is washed off," Mary told Matt, leading him into one of the upstairs bathrooms.

The bathroom was paneled with squares of glass with a gold swirl running through them. The two were reflected in a thousand different images as Mary ran a bath in the huge sunken tub in the middle of the room. Leaning into Matt, they kissed, tongues playing with each other as they got Matt out of his clothes. When the bath was half-full, Mary poured in some bubble bath and soon the whole tub was filled with a soapy froth of bubbles. 

"Will you wash my back?" asked Mary, as they stepped into the hot water and slid beneath the bubbles.

"I'm going to wash more than that," answered Matt, laughing.

He ran his hands over Mary's entire body, paying particular attention to her breasts and pussy.

"Now I'm sure all the chocolate's gone," Matt told her, spreading her pussy lips under the water and gently massaging her clit.

"There was no chocolate where you're washing now," Mary scolded Matt as he moved his hands around to her butt, pulling her cheeks apart and squeezing them back together.

"Just in case," Matt grinned, pulling her closer to his huge erection. 

Slowly they came together, hampered a little by the water, making everything a little slower, almost dreamy. Matt leaned Mary against the side of the tub and gently slid into her.

"That feels so good," sighed Mary, wrapping her arms around his shoulders while he gripped the side of the tub and slowly slid in and out of her, layering on pleasure stroke by stroke as water sloshed over the sides of the tub and onto the floor.

Mary let her head fall back and Matt leaned his forehead on her shoulder as the pressure grew and grew until they came together, crying out their pleasure with twin exclamations of sound.

"I feel pretty clean now, how about you?" asked Mary as they slid back into the water together, cradling each other as little quivers of aftershocks rippled through them.

"Oh, I don't know," Matt answered impishly. "I think you might be just dirty enough for me."

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An hour or two later, everyone was downstairs, the guys in pants and the girls in short Asian-style robes, curled in front of a roaring fire in the living room, laughing and talking and teasing.

"Well, what did everyone think of the party?" asked Rachel, curled up with Daniel in a big easy chair.

Rachel was sitting half on Daniel's lap, one leg over his thighs, the other lazily draping down to the ground, her legs spread wide open. Her robe was slightly parted, revealing a generous glimpse of breast and thigh. Every so often Dan would slip his hand inside her robe and stroke her clit or fondle a breast and they would turn to kiss each other and kiss.

"It was definitely the best birthday party I've ever had," Daniel answered, sliding a finger deep into Rachel's pussy while smiling down at her.

"We both loved it," said Sadie, speaking for her and her twin.

"Except now the boys won't stop tickling!" squealed Katie, trying to dodge out of Jon's way.

Sadie, Katie, Brian, and Jon were all on a blanket on the floor. The girls were trying to sit modestly in their short robes but the men kept tickling them so they would have to squirm and wriggle to get out of their reach.

"Sadie! Help me!" giggle Katie, as Jon caught her and rolled her onto his lap.

"Brian, help me!" suggested Jon, holding Katie beneath her arms and tickling her, causing her robe to gape at the top, exposing a breast.

Brian stopped trying to tickle Sadie and started tickling Katie's feet.

"Sorry, Sis, you're on your own," said Sadie, deserting her.

Katie began kicking her feet up and swinging her legs out wide in an attempt to dislodge both the men, but she was laughing too hard and only succeeded in flashing the entire room.

"I thought it was great," said Jeff, sitting with Linda on one end of a two-seat reclining couch.

He was holding Linda on his lap, but his hands kept disappearing beneath her robe.

"I definitely think we should do it again," agreed Matt, sitting on the opposite end of the reclining couch with Mary.

Mary was also sitting on his lap, but it was one of her hands that kept slipping down the front of Matt's unbuttoned jeans to tease his cock.

"Well, you know," said Brian, now tickling the inside of Katie's thighs as she continued to struggle in Jon's embrace, "it is my birthday in 2 weeks."

He traced a finger around the outside of Katie's puffy lips, causing her to go completely still.

"Would you girls possibly be interested in catering a small birthday party for me?" he asked, slipping a finger inside Katie's pussy, as she gasped and clenched he legs around his hand.

"What about it girls?" asked Rachel, sitting up fully, allowing one side of her robe to slip off her shoulder and completely expose a breast.

"I'd be agreeable to that," gasped out Katie while Brian continued to trace her slit, occasionally slipping a finger inside her.

"I go where she goes," agreed Sadie, smiling at her. "We're a team."

"Count me in," said Mary, busily pumping Matt's hard cock.

"I'm game," Linda agreed.

"You better be," Jeff told her, squeezing her breast and slipping his tongue between her lips.

"Well, then that's decided, everyone," announced Rachel. "Everyone meet back here in two weeks for Brian's birthday party. We'll have to come up with a new type of outfit and a show, but I'm sure it's going to be worth it."

Everyone agreed.



Happy Birthday



I come home from work early to find you and your best friend William already celebrating your birthday. The two of you sitting in the living room drinking beer, and listening to music on the stereo. After sitting down my briefcase, I walk into the kitchen to find 5 or 6 empty beer cans already filling the trash bin. I walk back into the living room and sit down. You get up and disappear into the kitchen, returning with a cold one for me. You hand it to me, and ask how my day was. I quickly tell you, as you are putting a batch of new CDs into the player. 

Two hours pass, and the two of you decide we should walk to the bar that is only a couple blocks away. We decided to take a short cut through the park that is across the street to save time. Once there, we find seats at the bar and sit down. William decides to play pool with some of the "local boys" and leaves us as you and I take this time to catch up on how my business trip went. Since I had only been gone 2 days, there isn't a lot to share. You like hearing about my trips, even if they end up some what boring. After all, how much excitement can there be working for a jewelry store chain? After a few more minutes of talking, I tell you I have to stand for a while since I just had that long drive back home. You put your arms around me and pull me closer to you. I am now standing between your legs as we watch William lose at pool. 

Music is playing, and I start to move my hips in a sideways motion, making sure that I am rubbing my ass against you. You lean down and whisper in my ear to stop because I am making you hard. I look at you over my shoulder and give you my best devilish grin. Ignoring your request, I continue to press myself against you just a bit harder now. You push me away, and turn me around so I am now facing you, giving me that "Please stop" look. Once again, I ignore your request. In fact, I walk closer to you and begin kissing you. I place my right arm around your neck, and my left hand now between your legs rubbing your stiff prick through your jeans. 

You place your tongue in my mouth and I begin to suck on it. Sucking as if it were your cock in my mouth instead of your tongue. I feel your hands start roaming my body until they rest on my ass. I can feel you grabbing my ass with such intenseness. I am starting to get wet. When our kiss is over, I look into your eyes and give you a half smile telling you how turned I am. You look at your watch, and then suggest that we head back home. I agree. 

Collecting William now that his game is over, the three of us stagger outside. We say our good-byes to him as he falls into the backseat of a waiting taxi, and we go back through the park to our place. We sit on the floor in the living room and start talking about how bad William's game of pool was. I decide I have had enough and tell you that I am going for a bath and then to bed. Getting up, I give you a quick kiss and say good night. Walking down the hall to our bedroom, I stop in the bathroom and start running my bath. As I continue to the bedroom, to collect my nightclothes, I can still hear channel surfing on the television in the living room. I grab my red nightgown and am starting to head back to the bathroom as you enter our room. Without saying a word, you sneak up on me and start kissing me as you start removing my clothes. As you're doing so, we make our way into the bathroom, and start to undress

Full of smiles, you take it upon yourself to finish undressing me. Telling me to just stand there so you can look at my body. Even though we have been together for years, I still on occasion, feel a bit modest. I can feel a blush coming over my face. Standing there in front of you, I watch as you start undressing. Now that we are both naked, you grab me and pull me down to the floor. You reach over and turn the water off in the tub, and then lay down, telling me that you have to feel me on top of you. I quickly follow your lead, and mount you, bringing myself down onto your waiting cock. 

I feel you slide inside me with ease. Placing my hands on to the side of the bathtub for better action, I begin to ride you. Moving my self in an up and down, and back and forth motion all at once. I know you love it when I do this. At the same time, you are running your hand up and down my back and over my ass. The only sound filling the room, are the sound of our heavy breathing and every so often, the sound of your cock filling my slippery pussy.

Little beads of sweat are now forming on my brow, and as I look down at you, I can feel some slip down my forehead, down my nose, and drip on to your chest. You smile at me, and take your hand to wipe my face. Never missing a beat, I continue my ride. Pushing harder against your hips as my wet valley keeps tight hold of your prick, my breathing starts to quicken. I tilt my head back and close my eyes as the first rush of orgasm runs through my body. You grab the cheeks of my ass, and start fucking me harder, and a bit faster. Your hard cock is thrusting in and out of me, over and over. Your hold on me is getting tighter as you once again hear my moans of delight. You decide it's time to fill me with your seed. After a few more stiff strokes, I can feel you pumping your hot fluid deep inside me.

I collapse against your chest, trying to catch my breath. My face buried against your neck. I can feel your hands rubbing my back, as I start kissing you. I move my lips from your neck, over your chin, and up to your mouth. We kiss for what seems like eternity. Then, without saying a word, I slowly get up, and get in to the waiting bathtub. You slide in behind me, and wrap your arms around me. Holding me tight against you, I close my eyes and let my body totally relax. We stay in there until we are skin is wrinkled, and the water is on the cool side. As we leave the bathroom, you quickly go and turn off the lights in the living room, and come back to the bedroom. 

With the towel still wrapped around me, I sit on the bed, and reach into my suitcase. I bring out a small birthday gift for you. You smile, and find that I have given you a new engraved brass name plaque for your office door. Your old one was accidentally thrown out when the painters removed it in order to stain the door. You thank me for it, and kiss me quickly. Standing up, you remove your towel and toss it on the chair that sits in front of our window that is on the other side of the room. 

I smile at you, and you reach down and in one smooth move, you remove mine, and toss it across the room watching it lands perfectly on to yours. You pull back the blankets on the bed and quickly jump in, leaving me standing there just looking at you. Laughing, you lay there with one arm behind your head, and the other stretched out across my pillow. You then pat the pillow and ask me if I plan on joining you. Of course, I don't hesitate to join you.

I slide in next to you, resting my head on your chest. I feel you reach over and run your hand slowly down my side. This makes me shiver. I love the feeling of your hands running over my body. I look up at you, and you lean forward and kiss me. Soft but filled with deep passion. You gently put me on my back, and you move your body upon mine, fitting your body nicely between my legs. This whole time, we are still kissing, only now, it is becoming more intense. I can feel your hardness pressing against my stomach. I cup your face with my hands, and bring them down until they are resting on your shoulders.

You start kissing down my neck, continuing to my breasts. Stopping long enough to flick my nipples with your hot tongue. I close my eyes and let out a soft moan. As I do, I can feel you placing your throbbing cock into me. I wrap my legs around your waist, and start matching your thrusts. My hands have fallen down to your biceps and the combination of my legs and my arms are helping me push you in me deeper. When I open my eyes, I find you staring down at me with tears in your eyes. Feelings of deep, intense love engulfs me, and as I stare up at you, I too can now feel tears trying to escape. Neither of us says a word. We just keep looking at each other as our bodies continue being one. 

You lean down and grab the edge of the bed, and as you do this, I slide my legs up onto your shoulders so that I am completely open for you. Every inch of you is now plunging in my hot, wet, hole taking my breath away. Our lovemaking has turned into a sizzling fuck fest, and that excites me even more. I can feel the first set of orgasms flood my body. Never missing a beat, you keep ramming your hard prick into my now quivering pussy. I let out loud cries of passion. The louder I get the harder and faster you fuck me. I get filled with the second set of orgasms, and plant my fingernails into your arms. You keep fucking me. I now slip my hands under your arms and rest them on your back, taking my nails and scratching you. This turns you on so much, that you start to cum. Now, both of our voices are filling the room with moans and groans.

I can feel your seed spilling out of me there is so much. You move your body down me, and rest your head on my tits. Both of us are breathing fast, trying to catch our breath. I run my hands through your damp hair, and down your back. I can feel the scratch marks I have just left on you. "Happy Birthday" I whisper.



Happy Birthday



It was my son's eighteenth birthday and we were having a party. How many people turned up for the affair I do not know, I lost count about half way through the night.

It was a warm night with a full moon shining down, and the "Guests" had retired to the garden were they were dancing and generally making a cacophonous noise, no doubt to the irritation of the neighbours.

I had spent most of the evening funneling food and drink from the kitchen to the garden, but around one o'clock in the morning the demand seemed to diminish, and I could relax a bit.

My alcoholic husband, who had been well and truly inebriated even before the party began, had gone to bed about eleven o'clock. He would no doubt wake in the morning with his usual headache and sick stomach.

To give a proper setting to what follows, I should explain to you about my husband and I. About five years into our marriage Keith began to lose interest in sex. He had started to drink increasingly heavily, and this resulted in what is known locally as "Brewers droop," that is, the inability to get or maintain an erection due to excessive consumption of alcohol.

I am a very passionate woman, and I used to try to encourage him to have intercourse with me. He would fend me off irritably, and I would spend half the night crying with frustration. The outcome was, we decided to sleep, not only in separate beds, but separate rooms. You see, I am the sort of woman who, if she has a man lying beside her, she needs him sexually.

To try to get some relief from my sexual urges I had from time to time had affairs, and also resorted to the use of a vibrator. I do not know if Keith had any idea about these activities, but if he did, nothing was ever said. I don't think he would care anyway as long as I left him sexually alone.

So back to the party. The calls for food and drink having slowed down, I took a walk around the garden, having a few words with those still capable of coherent speech. During this perambulation I observed the ruins of the feast, and began to pick up various glasses and plates, and take them into the kitchen for washing.

I had just begun the weary process of washing, when four young men burst into the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder and saw they were some of my son's longstanding friends, and as such, I had known them since they were children. They did not seem to be very drunk, just at the joyfully aroused stage. I thought to myself, "They want more food and drink." I turned back to the sink, and as I did, I felt two arms go round me and hands cup my breasts.

I grabbed the hands and tried to push them away, saying, "Stop that." I saw that the perpetrator of this breast grab was a young chap called Ken. I struggled to release myself from his grasp, but he was too strong for me. He laughed at my efforts to be free and said, "Don't struggle, were not going to hurt you. The others gathered round me, and I felt myself being lifted up vertically until my feet were off the floor. Hands went up my skirt and pulled down my pants. 

It had all happened so quickly that I had hardly time to take in what was happening to me. I suppose I could have screamed, but I was too bewildered to do anything but make feeble efforts to free myself.

With feet off the floor, and four strong young men holding me, I had little chance of escaping. Ken was still behind me and he must have had his penis out, because I felt him press himself against my buttocks, and his penis probed for my vagina. He found my entrance and his length slid into me. As he did this those holding me began to lift me up and down slowly, so Ken was moving inside me.

He must have been quite worked up because he came quickly. I heard him grunt and felt his sperm spurting into me. I was lifted off him and someone said, "Let's go somewhere more comfortable than this." I had stopped struggling by now, and I was picked up and carried into my bedroom and laid on the bed. 

The boys were still holding me firmly, so I said to them, "You don't need to hold me, I'm not going to struggle or try to run away. If you are all going to take me, then let me enjoy it as well." They looked at me doubtfully. Tentatively letting go of me, they remained ready to grab me again. 

I must confess that I now wanted it to happen to me. I wonder if any of you ladies have ever fantasised about being raped by some healthy young men? Perhaps, if you are like me, a passionate woman frustrated in her desires, you have. Now, beyond all my expectations, it was actually happing to me.

It is my contention that there are many negative situations that can be turned into positives. I decided that I would turn the negative aspect of my rape into a positive one of pleasure. I did not think the young men were engaged in a power game, what they wanted was sexual pleasure, and they wanted it with me, so it might as well be a pleasing event for both them and me.

Had my rapists been people who revolted me in some way, perhaps I could not have turned the situation around, but these were boys I had known and liked for years. In a sense, they were paying me a compliment. There were plenty of young women at the party who would no doubt have been willing to accommodate them, but they chose me, a woman of forty.

As they saw me spread my legs to take them, they became more confident that I would not flee. Instead of just carrying on entering me, they started to undress themselves and me. Soon we were all naked and I was being kissed and my nipples sucked, and clitoris licked. Son I was nearly mad with arousal and begging them to enter me.

Poor Ken, who had been the first to enter me in the kitchen, had been the one to have the most uncomfortable time. I thought it a shame he should have missed a more satisfying time with me, but I need not have worried. I saw that he was becoming erect again, and this presaged a second round with him.

Once we had settled to something approaching consenting sex, I think my body felt more alive than it had ever felt before. I felt I was desirable, wanted, even needed. I wanted to be generous, to give myself. I suppose it could be described as an act of love. It certainly seemed like that at the time, because I wanted to give to these boys. 

The second boy came into me, and like Ken, he was well and truly down the track to his orgasm. As I was lying on the bed and comfortably open to him, I could work with him and meet his rhythm as he came. 

I took the third and fourth boys, but had still not had my orgasm. They had all been too urgent in their need, so it was quickly over. But Ken was ready for me again, and having unloaded his sperm into me in the kitchen, he now took much longer to come again. It was he that brought me to orgasm.

I suppose it was the thrill of what had been done to me, the pitch of sexual excitement they had induced that brought me to the most explosive orgasm I have ever experienced. I held back until I felt him about to come, and then gave forth with howls and clawing that must have frightened the poor boy. I noticed afterwards that I had lacerated his back in a few places.

It was over, and their sperm and my fluids had soaked the bed. We lay around, me and a couple of the boys on the bed, the other two on the floor, recovering from our sexual activity. 

Eventually I rose and dressed. The party noise had diminished to a whisper. I said, "I'd better start the clearing up." Ken came to me and kissed me very gently and said, "Not tonight. We'll all be here to help in the morning." 

I waited until the boys had dressed and then opened the door. My son was saying goodnight to some of the guests at the front door, and he saw me come from the room with the boys. "What have you been up to," he asked suspiciously. "Just looking at some old family photographs," I lied quickly. "Oh, yes!" he said. Whether he believed me or not I did not know, and still don't.

As good as their word, the boys turned up about eleven o'clock in the morning. It was Sunday and I had not long been up myself. My useless husband was still snoring his latest alcoholic binge off. My son, as usual, leaving me to do all the work, had cleared off somewhere. If it had not been for the boys, I would have been left to tackle the ruins by myself.

As it turned out, I did very little of the clearing and washing up. In our back garden, we have what we call, "The Sleep Out." It is an additional room built at the time my husband and I decided to sleep in separate rooms. My daughter until her departure from home to go to a job in another city used it. It was now used occasionally if we had visitors staying overnight.

It was this room the boys and I used for another session of lovemaking. This time I had them one at a time while the others got on with the work and kept an eye open for my husband awakening. It really was a rapturous time, but not as much as it was to become in the following months.

The boys never came to me as a foursome again, unfortunately. At most, it was two of them. It could not be helped, as timing had to be just right with my husband and son absent and the boys not always able to be with me at those times. It did, however, give opportunities to expand our sexual repertoire considerably. 

If you mature ladies have ever had the pleasure of sex with a young man; you will probably have experienced their willingness to experiment. The time with my young men has been wonderful. Their youthful, healthy and virile bodies have brought me the most satisfying sexual experiences ever, and I do not think it is going too far to say that real love has grown up between us.

One other point I wish to make is that they first came to me as a foursome. As our sexual relationship went on I was fearful there might develop jealousies between them. One of them might want to have me all for him self. This has not happened. They seem quite happy to share me, and in my time with them, I have always been willing and able to treat them all equally.

I am not sure how I shall go on when they can no longer come to me, and this will happen for all sorts of reasons. Perhaps I shall have to hold a twenty-first birthday party for my son! 



Happy Birthday



Jan closed the heavy wooden door and then leaned against it and sighed deeply. What a morning, she thought. First Bob, her husband of over twenty years, lost his briefcase. She'd found it for him and was trying to get breakfast ready, when Eric, her eldest, announced he was quitting his job. This provoked a fight with his father that Jan broke up only by stepping between them. Janie, her middle child, had then come into the kitchen with both hands filled with clothes and wailed that she had nothing to wear. Finally, the twins were fighting over the red toothbrush all the while the pancakes were burning. Thus began another typical morning at the Hobson residence. Bob had left for work having barely eaten after a final threat to his son; he hadn't even remembered to give Jan a peck on the cheek. Eric had stormed out of the house cursing all adults, despite the fact that she'd interceded for him. Janie had finally left for school in something approaching appropriate dress after Jan had sent her to change no less than three times. Janie hadn't eaten either, and had accused her mother of being "a hopelessly old fashioned prude". Meanwhile, the twins made a complete mess in the kitchen by throwing syrup-coated pancake pieces at one another. Jan had barely had them cleaned up and redressed when their bus arrived.

Jan usually loved the mornings, the time when the big house was so peaceful after everyone had left, but this morning she felt depressed. Her birthday was coming up in two weeks and no one had yet said a word. She caught her reflection in the hall mirror and took a moment to study herself. She was average in most every way, average height, average weight, brown hair and brown eyes. Her bust was quite big for her frame and in her younger days had been a source of pride. But time, gravity, and four children had not been kind. Similarly, her hips were wide and her legs just a little too full, and her waist still carried some of the extra inches from her last pregnancy, inches she hadn't been able to lose in nine years. As she stood there in her flannel dressing gown, her reflection in the mirror seemed to smirk back at her: "suburban housewife". And unappreciated, she thought. They don't appreciate you. With a sigh of resignation, she trudged into the kitchen and began to clean up the morning mess.

Jan had been married twenty years to the same man. She and Bob had lived in the same house for eighteen of those years, and overall she thought they'd been very happy. The first two years had been the roughest, and in many ways the best years of her marriage. Jan had worked to put Bob through his last year at Columbia. They'd lived in a rent-controlled studio in New York City, they'd been very much in love, and sex had been frequent and satisfying. Eric had been born in the city and Janie had been conceived there. After Bob graduated, and while Jan was still pregnant with the twins, they moved to suburbia. 

After the twins were born, it took a while for Jan to lose the extra pounds she'd gained during her pregnancy. Meanwhile, Bob's interest in sex dropped dramatically, and with it his romantic inclinations. Sex had become routine for them years ago -- Friday nights almost on schedule -- but these days she and Bob seemed to be out of the habit altogether. He still loved her, she was sure, but he showed it less and less frequently, and with less and less enthusiasm even when he found the time to be affectionate. Not good, she thought, it's not good at all. She was nearing forty and had never wanted sex more. Over two months had passed since the last time and she hungered for it. But Bob was stressed at work and fighting with Eric and the list of excuses was endless. I'm hurting, she thought. Bob's lack of interest was hurting her self-esteem.

Now Jan chuckled as she realized she'd been standing in front of the empty sink for several minutes, wiping the same plate dry again and again as she pondered her life. She thought of moving to the bedroom to find a novel and her vibrator. "Big Blue", as she affectionately called her toy, had become her best friend, her masturbation interludes with the vibrator almost an obsession. The vibrator, at least, was always there for her. Never completely satisfactory, but at least she had orgasms. She couldn't imagine living without orgasms. She was currently exploring something new in the novels she read: many of the novels she now read had bisexual or even lesbian themes, novels written by women about women. Women authors seemed to more easily know what would turn on other women. During the past year, as Jan's dissatisfaction with her sex-life had increased, she'd also become aware that many of her erotic fantasies centered on women. Only fantasies, of course. She couldn't imagine herself in bed with a woman. Or at least she couldn't imagine herself in bed with a woman and be comfortable with it. No, that wasn't right either. She could imagine herself with a woman, even imagine the sex, but she couldn't imagine herself searching for something like that. Suburban housewife, she thought. Conventional suburban housewife surrounded by barbed wire. The image made her feel depressed again.

She put the plate away and was turning to go upstairs, when a big green Suburban followed by a sleek red Corvette pulled into the driveway of the empty house next door. Jan immediately recognized the Suburban was Shelly's.

Shelly Richardson was one of her circle of friends. Shelly's husband was a successful attorney, and Shelly had become a real estate agent more out of boredom than any need for money. Jan liked Shel well enough when she was acting normal, but when Shelly was in her "saleswoman" mode, she was almost unbearably outgoing. Jan watched the Corvette with mounting curiosity, wondering what sort of new neighbors she might be getting.

A tall blonde woman emerged from the sports car and approached Shelly. The blonde wore a red business suit with a short skirt and blazer, black hose and heels. Her features were aquiline, her body seeming sleek and predatory. The blonde was lithe and trim, with small high breasts and slim boyish hips and well-toned long shapely legs. She had a commanding air about her, and even at such a distance, Jan pegged her as a professional of some type, maybe a friend of Shelly's husband, Pete. Jan had always admired attractive people, especially pretty women. She found herself staring at the stranger. When the woman looked up and across the side yard, their eyes met and a thrill of excitement passed through Jan. She looked down immediately, pretending to be washing dishes. When she looked back up a moment later, the two women were gone. She tried to convince herself that she had just been embarrassed about being caught staring, but deep down she realized that the thrill she'd felt looking at and making eye contact with that woman had been sexual and elemental. 

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Jan continued with her morning routine, and by the time she finished straightening up the twins' room it was nearly noon and she'd forgotten the incident. She was heading downstairs to the kitchen, when suddenly the doorbell rang. Who's that? she thought as she walked to the front door. When she opened the door, she found Shelly and the blonde woman standing under the portico.

Shelly smiled. "Jan, darling, it's so nice to see you." She stepped forward to hug Jan.

Jan could tell Shelly was in her saleswoman mode and she gritted her teeth and forced a smile. "Hi, Shel."

Shelly gestured towards the blonde. "Darling, this is Lynette Walker. She's thinking of buying the Peterson house."

Jan looked at the tall woman. The woman's eyes were a piercing blue, and as her eyes fixed on Jan, Jan's breath caught in her throat and she felt a spark of excitement shoot through her. 

"My friends call me, Lynn," the woman said in a voice deep and raspy. A sexy bedroom voice, a voice that seemed to drip with innuendo. 

"Pleased to meet you," Jan managed. She fought to break the stare and not be rude, but Lynn's eyes held hers, held her helpless as a bird caught in the hypnotic trap of a snake's eyes.

Now Shelly seemed oblivious to the sparks between the two women: "Jan, would you be a dear and talk to Lynn a few minutes about the neighborhood? I just got a beep on my cell and Charley's in trouble at school again."

Jan nodded and looked at Lynn. "Of course, won't you please come in?" She tried to keep the tremor from her voice. Her feelings were running wild, and she felt disoriented by their intensity and by the realization of their cause.

The two women entered the house and Jan ushered them into the living room. Lynn sat on the sofa and Shelly turned the wingback chair away from them and placed a call on her cell phone. Jan had to sit on the sofa with Lynn. She felt hot and nervous as she tried to avoid making eye contact with the blonde. 

In a hesitant voice, Jan said: "It's a nice neighborhood, and I'm sure you'll enjoy living here."

"I'm sure I will if all my neighbors are as attractive as you are," Lynn said softly, keeping her voice low enough so that only Jan could hear.

A long time had passed since Jan had received a compliment like that, and she suddenly wished she were wearing something more attractive than her old jeans and sweat top. But why was she suddenly so interested in what this woman thought of her?

"Thank you," Jan said to Lynn.

"How much traffic do you get on this street?"

"Very little. Our children play outside all the time and we never worry about them."

Lynn smiled. "I don't have any children, but I do jog."

"Oh. Well, it's usually very quiet."

Their conversation ended abruptly when Shelly raised her voice into her cell phone. Then Shelly angrily switched the phone off and Jan could tell she was trying to compose herself before she faced them again. When Shelly finally turned to them, she had a large phony smile on her face.

"I'm so sorry, Lynn, but my son's been in a fight and they're demanding I come to get him. I'll need only about thirty minutes. Could you possibly wait for me to get back?"

"Of course." 

Shelly looked at Jan. "Jan, darling, I hate to impose, but would you mind answering Lynn's questions for me, if she has any questions about the neighborhood?" 

"No problem," Jan said.

"All right, I'm leaving. I'll back as soon as I can." Shelly rose and walked quickly to the door. In a moment the door closed behind her with a thud that shook the house.

Lynn chuckled. "And that's one of the reasons I don't have kids."

Jan looked up, and as their eyes locked again she felt her cheeks burning. "One of the reasons? Are there others?"

Lynn smiled and shifted closer to her on the sofa.

"Several," Lynn said.

Jan was unable to break eye contact, the woman's nearness making her light-headed. She felt excited and nervous, as though she were on a first date.

"I have my job," Lynn continued, explaining further why she had no children. "I don't have time for a family,"

Jan nodded. "That's understandable,"

"Another reason is that I'm single and not interested in getting married."

"Really?"

Lynn smiled and casually patted Jan's knee. "Since we may be neighbors, I suppose you should know something about me. I'm gay." Her eyes fixed on Jan's face. "Will that be a problem for you? Will it bother you that I'm a lesbian?"

Jan was shocked. Not so much by the words, but by the risingexcitement she felt. Lynn's hand now rested on her knee and seemed as hot as Jan imagined a branding iron would be. A shiver passed through her body. She tried to speak, but she found her mouth suddenly dry. She licked her lips and felt desperate, confused by her excitement.

"I've upset you," Lynn said.

"No, not at all."

"Yes, I have, I can tell." She removed her hand and drew back. "It does bother you that I'm gay."

"No, it doesn't. Really it doesn't. I think it'll be good for the neighborhood."

Lynn seemed amused. "Really? How's that?"

Jan hesitated. "I don't know... diversity, I guess."

Lynn laughed. "Most people don't like that kind of diversity. Anyway, you're sweet. You remind me of someone I was once very close to."

Jan felt herself blushing. She smiled. "Oh?"

"You have her eyes and hair, and the body is the same."

"Not much to look at anymore."

"I wouldn't say that. I think you're lovely."

Jan laughed. "Are you making a pass at me?"

"Not really. I shouldn't do that, should I? Would it bother you?"

"I don't know..."

"You're not gay, are you? You're making my radar go off."

"Radar?"

Lynn smiled. "Gaydar, it's called. The sense that maybe you're gay."

"No, I'm not. I have a husband and four children."

Lynn's hand squeezed Jan's knee. "All right, I won't push it. I don't usually make passes at married women, but something tells me you've been seriously thinking about it."

"Well..."

"Yes?"

"I've been thinking about it... sometimes... but I don't think I'm ready for anything."

"You need to experiment."

Jan laughed. "Just like that?"

"I don't mean jump into bed with someone. Think about it more. Try kissing someone and see what happens. Suppose I kiss you? Would that be so awful?"

"I don't know..."

Lynn leaned forward slowly and pressed her lips to Jan's. The blonde's lips were soft but demanding, and Jan's lips parted without Jan thinking about it. Lynn's tongue darted into Jan's mouth and Jan felt herself melting into an embrace with the blonde woman. A powerful need now rose in Jan, and she felt helpless to fight it. Lynn's tongue slipped across her own and Jan's tongue responded. Soon their tongues were battling in the most passionate kiss Jan had ever experienced. The kiss seemed to go on forever. Jan held tightly to Lynn as the blonde wrapped her in her strong arms.

When the kiss broke, Jan was breathless. Lynn sat back and smiled. "I hope that was an invitation," she said, her voice raspy.

"An invitation?" Jan felt the flush in her face. She felt a shiver run through her body. A strange taste was on her lips, and she licked at her lips absently. She tried to remember when a kiss had affected her so strongly, but she could not. She was very aware of her nipples, which she could feel straining against the cups of her bra, and when she shifted and moved her thighs together, she realized she was wet.

Lynn said: "You liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"So my radar is working after all?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

Lynn smiled and reached out to stroke one of Jan's breasts. Her questing fingers quickly found the hardened nipple and gently squeezed it. Jan gasped and arched her back, forcing more of her breast into Lynn's hand.

"I think this excites you," Lynn said softly.

"Yes."

The blonde now took both of Jan's large breasts in her hands and began to gently knead them. Jan thought of protesting, but the woman's hands felt too good, she couldn't remember the last time anyone had treated them so carefully. Lynn paid attention to her nipples, but not to the exclusion of the rest of her breasts, and she was not rough with them, as Bob usually was. Bob treated her tits like punching bags, roughly grabbing and squeezing them, when he paid attention to them at all. Lynn treated them like fine china, her caresses soft and exciting.

While Jan made this mental comparison, Lynn's free hand pulled at the faded material of Jan's sweatshirt, pulled the shirt up until she had it bunched above Jan's breasts. "Your breasts turn me on," Lynn said in a low voice. "Lovely big tits. They don't get the proper attention, do they?"

Jan quivered. Only the thin material of her bra separated those wonderful hands from her flushed skin. She did not know what to think, or what to say, and she was groping for words when she heard Shelly's Suburban pull up in the driveway. The intrepid saleswoman had made the trip to the school and had now returned. Jan hurried to pull her sweatshirt down.

"Not yet," Lynn whispered.

"But--"

Lynn ignored her protest. She sat back and held Jan's breasts up, cupping them while forcing them higher. She looked into Jan's eyes and sensuously licked her lips. The message was clear, and Jan could almost feel that pink tongue on her nipples. The sound of the front door opening startled her out of the hold Lynn had on her, and she frantically tugged her shirt down as the blonde quickly scooted back to where she'd been sitting. 

"I'm sorry I'm so late," Shelly called out as she walked in. "I hope Jan's answered your questions, Lynn."

"Yes, I think she has," Lynn said with a warm smile.

Jan blushed bright red and tried to appear normal. She feared her nipples would show even through the heavy old sweatshirt.

"Good," Shelly said. "I'm sure you two will become good friends." She seemed totally unaware of the sexual tension in the room.

"You can bet on it," Lynn said as she rose.

Jan was certain her face was scarlet as she walked them to the door. Shelly was in her saleswoman mode again, totally focused on Lynn as a home buyer, and Jan was happy when she could finally close the door.

For the second time that day, Jan leaned against the heavy door and sighed. Dear God, where is this going? she thought. She placed her hands on her breasts and slowly stroked them through her sweatshirt.

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Jan mastered her emotions and finished cleaning the house. It was only later, in the quiet safety of her room, that she let her mind return to what had happened. She could remember every detail, and as she recalled the scene, she felt herself becoming aroused as she hadn't been in years. So that's what another woman's touch is like, she thought. For a fleeting moment, she regretted her lack of experience, but she pushed the thought from her mind. She was a married mom nearing forty, and the time for experimenting was long past for her. Or was it?

She could not put the memory out of her mind. She was so aroused, she knew she would need to get her toy out before the children returned home. She deliberately chose to reread parts of a novel with a powerful male character, but when she eventually used the vibrator to give herself an intense orgasm, it was the memory of Lynn's hands on her breasts that brought her to a finish. 

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Two weeks passed. In her living room, Jan sat alone and stared blankly out the big picture window. A carafe of French wine and two crystal goblets were neglected on the table before her. She'd never felt so alone or unloved.

In the week after Jan had met Lynn, the blonde had moved in and apparently established her routine. She worked unusual hours, and whenever she was home, she was either sunning by her pool or jogging. Jan hadn't spoken to the woman since that first time. On the evening of that day when Lynn had kissed her and caressed her, Jan had practically attacked her husband the moment he walked in the door. She pursued him all evening. Lynn's kisses had left her dying for sex, but when it finally happened, Bob was as unenthusiastic as always and he fell asleep immediately afterwards. Jan had retreated to the bathroom and masturbated, realizing that the brief interlude with Lynn earlier that day had been more pleasurable and exciting than the entire act with her husband. When she finally orgasmed in the bathroom, her mind was on her exciting new neighbor. As her birthday approached, Jan realized again that no one apparently remembered or cared. Since no one else would do it, she laid her plans carefully for her own party. Eric was out of state at a concert, the twins were away on a Boy Scout camp-out upstate, and Janie was staying over the weekend at Sara's house. 

Jan bought new lingerie, put on her best dress, cooked Bob's favorite meal, and waited to surprise him. He came home early and asked her to pack him a bag, not even noticing her dress or hair or the wine bottle and two glasses.




Happy Birthday



"Pack?" she asked.

"Yeah, I have to fly to Cleveland in two hours. That idiot White is about to lose the Lippman account, and the big bosses are sending me out with a new proposal." 

"But it's Friday! Can't you wait till Monday to go?"

"Can't, honey, I have to get out there and get the team up to speed."

Jan packed his bag while he ran printouts from the computer in his den. She knew it was no use arguing with him, and by the time he was ready to leave, she was thoroughly depressed.

Bob looked at her and tilted his head. "Don't look so down, honey. I'll be back Monday evening and I know you can use the time to yourself. It's not all bad." Then he kissed her and left.

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So now Jan sat alone and devastated, staring at the empty wine glasses, feeling like not a single soul in the world cared about her. She felt numb, and when the doorbell rang, it startled her. She thought about ignoring it, but she was so lonely now, she'd be happy for any company at all. When she walked to the door and opened it, she found Lynn standing there.

The tall blonde was wearing tight jogging pants and a halter top. She held a dumbbell in each hand. Her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and she was sweating, her skin glistening with sweat. The halter that covered her breasts was tight enough to reveal that her nipples were extremely large. 

Lynn gazed at her. "Jan, are you all right?"

"All right? Yes, why?"

"I saw you from the street just sitting there, and you looked like the end of the world had arrived. I waved but you didn't seem to see me. I thought I should mind my own business, but I was worried about you."

"Worried?"

"Yes, you looked so down,"

"I'm all right," Jan began. Then she shook her head. "Oh, who am I kidding? It's my birthday and I'm alone and no one cares," she blurted out.

Lynn smiled. "Happy birthday," she said in that soft, raspy whisper.

Jan responded in a flat monotone. "Thanks."

"I was going to go out tonight, but how would you feel about some company?"

"No, I wouldn't want to ruin your evening."

Lynn chuckled. "I wasn't really up for going out anyway, and now I have a good excuse to stay home."

"Are you sure?" Jan thought her voice sounded pathetically hopeful.

"Just let me run home and get showered and changed. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"All right, we can have dinner together. It's all prepared." 

As she watched Lynn turn and walk away, Jan felt happy that someone seemed to care about her. She barely knew the woman, but anyone would be welcome now. Then she felt a bolt of uncertainty as she remembered she'd be alone with a woman who had kissed her like she'd never been kissed before.

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When Lynn returned, she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Her hair was still wet and she carried a blue overnight bag. Jan welcomed her in and they enjoyed the dinner Jan had labored over for her husband. After dinner the two women retired to the living room, where Jan closed the blinds as Lynn poured the wine. They both sat on the sofa and sipped wine and talked. 

Jan pretended not to notice as Lynn gently steered the conversation towards sex. She felt excited and alive for the first time in ages. The frank admiration in Lynn's eyes was obvious and made her feel sexy and wanted.

"How is it you're alone on your birthday?" Lynn asked. "I would think your husband would plan a quiet evening together and a not so quiet night." 

"He never remembers unless I hint, and this year I didn't." 

"Why not?"

"I've been feeling very unappreciated. I was hoping he'd surprise me... and in a way he did."

"By going away?"

"Yes."

"He's a fool." Lynn had evident anger in her voice.

Jan smiled. "Oh, he isn't that bad, he just isn't very romantic."

"Well, if you were mine I wouldn't let you out of bed on your birthday."

Jan gave a nervous laugh when she saw the seriousness in the blonde woman's face. An awkward silence followed, and Jan felt herself becoming tense.

At last, Jan said: "What could you possibly see in me?"

"I told you. You remind me of someone."

"Was she special?"

Lynn nodded. "Very special. She was the woman who made me understand I was gay."

A long silence followed, and then finally Jan said: "I know it's a very personal question, and if you don't want to answer, I understand, but could you tell me about it? Your first time I mean..."

Jan blushed. She wasn't sure how much of the emotion now gripping her was due to curiosity, how much to the wine, and how much to her sexual needs.

Lynn looked at her curiously, and then a distant look came into Lynn's eyes as she recalled a memory.

"I was nineteen. She was in her forties and my mother's best friend. I came home from college one weekend after my high school sweetheart had dumped me. We'd been fighting for several months and I was tired of his macho bullshit. But it still hurt. Monica, my mother's friend, just happened to show up and find me crying my eyes out. She comforted me and then seduced me, right there in our living room. We carried on an affair for two years."

"Why did you break it off? Or did she?"

"A Chesterson bureau."

"What?"

"We were having sex in her bedroom one weekend when I was home from college and her husband was away. It was getting late and I was supposed to leave, but she wanted to do something else. She had me bent over an antique Chesterson bureau and was tearing me up with her strap-on when her husband walked in."

"Oh lord."

"Yes," Lynn replied with a smirk. "Oh lord, indeed. He demanded a divorce, of course. She agreed to amiable terms if he'd leave me out of it, but he told my folks. They freaked and sent me away to a private boarding college. I cried for months. All I could think about was her. That last unfinished time together haunted me for years. And that damn Chesterson bureau. I found out much later that she tried to contact me, but my parents made sure she couldn't. I never saw her again."

"That's tragic," Jan said, her voice soft.

"Yes it is," Lynn said with a sad expression. "It's water under the bridge, though. Now tell me about your first time," 

"I--I've never been with another woman," Jan said as she felt a hot blush rise to her cheeks.

"Really?"

Jan laughed. "I already told you that the first time we met."

"You never said it directly, but it doesn't matter. We'll just have to change that now won't we?" Lynn said as she moved closer to Jan. 

Jan felt as though she were sixteen years old, a boy flirting with her and moving in on her. Except she wasn't sixteen, she was pushing forty, and the woman moving in on her was no boy.

Lynn placed a hand on Jan's knee and leaned closer to her. That simple touch sent a stab of excitement racing through Jan. She could feel the softness of Lynn's skin and at the same time the strength in her hand. She looked up into Lynn's face, but before she could say anything the blonde's lips pressed against her own.

Jan's lips parted instantly, without conscious thought, and Lynn's tongue quickly slipped between them. Jan had been expecting the kiss, even anticipating it. The first kiss weeks ago had been so powerful, she wanted more. But what happened next was unexpected. Lynn pressed her body forward, forcing Jan backwards until she fell back on the sofa. Jan threw her arms around Lynn's neck, and in a moment she found herself lying back on the sofa with her head on the arm and Lynn's body on top of her. Jan's feet were still on the floor, and she could feel the gentle pressure Lynn exerted to get her to change position.

Jan had a vague urge to break the embrace, but she was powerless to do more than kiss back. The feelings that the kiss weeks ago had roused within her returned with a vengeance, as if being suppressed for the intervening two weeks had made them even stronger. Lynn lifted her own body on her arms and toes and Jan raised her legs beneath the blonde, parting her legs so that now Lynn lay between them.

Lynn seemed to sense Jan's hunger as she continued the passionate kiss. Her hands roamed over Jan's body. Jan had never been kissed so thoroughly, nor had she ever felt such an all-consuming need. She could do little more than suck desperately at Lynn's active tongue and whimper.

Lynn's hand slid over Jan's knee, over her stocking top, and finally to the crotch of her panties. Jan gasped as jagged bolts of pleasure tore at her. Nothing in her experience had prepared her for such powerful reactions. Even at it's best, sex with her husband had been bland compared to what she was feeling now.

Lynn's hand cupped Jan's sex and gently massaged it through her panties. Within moments, Jan could feel herself beginning to respond to the stimulation. Then Lynn removed her hand and settled herself between Jan's legs. She placed her hands on Jan's shoulders and broke the kiss. Breathless and flushed with excitement, Jan felt the blood rushing to her cheeks.

"This was what I was hoping for," Lynn said in a husky whisper. 

She dropped her mouth to Jan's neck and began to lick, starting just under her chin and working down to the hollow between her collarbones. The warm tongue caused Jan to groan. She was intensely aware of the pressure of Lynn's pelvis between her legs. As Lynn nipped at her skin, Jan's fingers dug into the blonde's back. 

"You're such a hottie," Lynn said as she gazed into Jan's eyes.

Jan blushed. "Do you really think so?"

"I do, and I'd love to fuck you," Lynn said, her eyes locked on Jan's. 

"Lynn!" 

"What?"

"I'm a married woman."

"So?"

"So this isn't right." Jan squirmed underneath the blonde. Lynn leaned on her hip and returned her hand to Jan's panties. The blonde's finger stroked gently up and down the smooth satiny crotch, and Jan gasped in pleasure.

"I'll tell you what isn't right," Lynn said. "It's your birthday and your husband left you alone. He didn't even remember, and your hot little pussy is just dying for some attention,"

Jan could only lie there silently. Lynn's words were true and she knew it. Her anger and loneliness may have led her here, but she was dying for it, and she couldn't deny it any longer.

Lynn said: "Now let's get you more comfortable, shall we?"

Jan hesitated as Lynn sat up. This was no longer a joke, no longer an act to make her feel better. This was now serious and she realized it had been serious from the beginning. Did she dare? In twenty years of marriage, she had never been unfaithful to Bob. Then she thought: But in twenty years of marriage, he's never given me such a nice evening on my birthday either.

As Lynn caught Jan's hands and helped her to her feet, Jan thought: If I'm going to stop this, I'd better do it now. But she already knew she did not want to stop it.

The younger woman took Jan in her arms and kissed her again. This time Jan noticed that Lynn's tongue was more insistent, her hands moving boldly down her back to caress her ass. All hesitation was gone now, and Jan did not protest when Lynn pulled the zipper of her dress down, nor when Lynn broke the kiss and peeled the dress from her shoulders, pushing it down her torso and over her hips to have it fall in a pile at her feet.

Jan blushed madly and lowered her eyes. She was wearing her new lingerie, lingerie she'd bought to tempt her husband, and now the lingerie was on display for Lynn. The sheer white merry-widow did much to improver her figure. It forced her ample breasts up and slimmed her waist. White stockings made her legs look sleek and sexy, and only a tiny thong hid her pubic mound from view.

"Beautiful," Lynn whispered.

Jan raised her eyes in time to see the top of Lynn's head as it descended to her chest. Lynn kissed the top slope of her left breast and slowly worked downward while her hands gently lifted the breasts and squeezed them. Her hands were gentle and loving, both firm and soft at the same time, their touches alternating between gentle caresses and strong kneading. Lynn took her time, licking and nipping the soft globes of flesh, and when Lynn finally took a nipple into her mouth, Jan thought she'd explode. She felt her knees growing weak and she grabbed Lynn's shoulders to steady herself.

No one had ever paid such loving attention to her breasts, and Jan felt a pang of regret that she had gone so long without knowing how good it felt. Lynn continued to tongue her sensitive nipples while she slowly maneuvered Jan back to the sofa. When they reached the sofa, Lynn raised her head and gave Jan a gentle shove that sent her sprawling on her back on the sofa cushions. 

Jan looked up as Lynn caught the hem of her shirt and whisked it over her head. The blonde wore no bra and her pert breasts stood out proudly, capped by coral colored aureoles and extremely large, prominent nipples. She slid her hands down and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them open just enough for Jan to see that her panties were red.

"Want more?" Lynn said in a teasing voice.

"Yes."

"You first, then." 

Jan placed her feet on the sofa and lifted her ass while she quickly pulled the thong down to her ankles and then tossed it to the floor. Lynn smiled and shucked her jeans and panties at once, giving Jan her first look at her neighbor's sex. She hadn't seen another woman naked since college, and she'd never openly stared as she did now. Lynn's hips were trim and her thighs seemingly strong and muscular. She was clean-shaven, and Jan could see practically everything. She found herself staring at the soft smooth skin of Lynn's mound and the delicate pinkish lips of her sex.

Lynn glided over to the sofa and leaned over the arm until she fell forward, her face just above Jan's hairy mound. She looked up at Jan and her eyes sparkled as she took in the sight of the older housewife spread out before her.

"Relax," Lynn said in that bedroom voice, and Jan could only nod.

Jan felt Lynn's fingers on either side of her pubic mound, the fingers gently massaging while Lynn's lips brushed her inner thigh. The feeling was incredible, Bob never gave her head; he thought it was disgusting. Lynn, in contrast, had a look on her face as though she were in heaven. For a moment, Jan wondered exactly what it was like to be on Lynn's side. Then her mind snapped back to her sex as Lynn's lips touched her pussy for the first time.

She loves doing it, Jan thought. That was the real difference. Lynn loved doing it and she was the first ever. 

Lynn pried the sticky lips apart and her tongue burrowed between them, searching out the corners. Jan felt as though she were being devoured alive. Lynn's tongue was warm and soft and seemed to be everywhere at once. Now on her clitoral hood, now along her outer lips, now thrusting into her slick channel, now licking her inner folds, but not as separate discernable touches, rather as one flowing stream of sensation. So lovely, Jan thought. Lynn's mouth taking her like this. Her hips bounced on the sofa as her hands caressed her breasts. She rolled her nipples, adding more electricity to her overcharged system. She was close to orgasm in no time. She could feel the build up of pressure in her belly, the tightening and relaxing of her muscles. But Lynn stopped suddenly.

"No," Jan groaned.

"Ready for your birthday present?"

"Yes, just don't stop,"

"Patience, I'll be right back," Lynn said, rising and moving towards her carryall. She took out a harness and deftly buckled it around her trim waist. Turning, she walked slowly back to the sofa.

Jan's eyes remained glued to the red dildo, to the long smooth cock that bobbed up and down with Lynn's movements. The cock had an upward curve, the shaft an arc. Like a Japanese sword, Jan thought. She was amazed. She was so turned, she could hardly stand it.

Lynn gazed at her. "Do you like it?" Her hand slowly stroked the head and shaft.

Jan could not take here eyes off the cock.

"I never--" Jan began.

Without waiting for Jan's response, Lynn slipped between Jan's splayed thighs. Sitting on her knees with her feet tucked under her behind, the blonde guided the red dildo into Jan's dew covered pussy. She slowly pressed forward with her hips.

Jan felt the blunt tip force its way between her lips and then slide deeper inside her. Lynn kept her eyes glued to the juncture of their bodies, carefully guiding the cock into the older woman. Jan had never felt so full before. She'd never wanted something so badly. She gasped as the red invader probed deeper and deeper. Finally, Jan felt the smooth skin of Lynn's hips on her thighs. The blonde fell forward, catching herself on her arms, and then she lowered herself until her chest rested on Jan's. Lynn's face now floated above Jan's face, filling Jan's vision as Lynn's cock filled her pussy.

Lynn pressed her lips to Jan's and a long kiss followed, their tongues circling each other. When the kiss broke, Lynn smiled and said: "Happy Birthday, honey."

"Thank you," Jan whispered.

Lynn began to fuck her then, long slow strokes that allowed Jan to feel the red dildo sliding in and out of her. Lynn watched Jan's face intently as she worked her hips back and forth, creating an unbearably pleasurable friction. Jan gasped and raised her hips to meet each downward stroke, and without warning she began to come. She fought the rising tide, she wanted the fucking to last forever, but she couldn't stop the orgasm.

Lynn grunted: "Come for me, birthday girl." She drove the dildo in again and again with short rapid stabs.

That was all it took. Jan's orgasm overwhelmed her resistance then. She cried out as the thick and heady waves of pleasure assailed her mind. Her body jerked and spasmed, and through it all the red dildo continued to saw into her as Lynn's hips rose and fell. 

While Jan came down from her superexcited state, Lynn rose and removed the harness. She knelt on the floor and kissed Jan again.

"Oh, Lynn that was incredible," Jan moaned.

"I am glad you enjoyed it."

"I want to make you feel good too."

"Don't worry about me."

"No, really, what do I do?"

"Nothing, I'm fine. Really, I'm just happy you came so hard."

Jan stared intently into Lynn's face, studying the blonde's eyes, and in a blinding flash she knew what she wanted. She rose without a word, took Lynn by the hand, grabbed the harness from the floor and tugged Lynn to her feet. 

"What are you up to?" Lynn asked, but Jan did not respond. She led her new lover upstairs to the bedroom, and once in the big room, she stepped into the harness and after some difficulty buckled it on. Lynn was staring at her now, almost as if she were in a trance. 

Jan approached the dresser, and with a single swipe of her arm, knocked everything on it to the floor. She held the red cock in one hand and stroked it slowly, and with the other she patted the dresser.

"Come on, lover," Jan cooed. "It's not as nice as a Chesterson bureau, but it'll have to do." 



Happy Birthday



‘Happy birthday, baby!’ ‘Thanks,’ I replied. ‘Got you something. Close your eyes and hold out your hands.’ I was sitting cross-legged on our bed wrapped in a bath towel, and I closed my eyes, and held out my hands, palm up. A soft package, crinkled into my hands, and I opened one eye cautiously, ‘Can I look now?’ ‘Of course, open it!’ 

I loved birthdays. Daniel and I both worked, so we never did the birthday thing in the morning, we waited until we were both home in the evening, then we could spend some good time together. I looked lovingly at him, he looked more excited than I did, his blue eyes glittering like a little boy. That was where the resemblance finished though. He is very tall, well he has to be for me since I’m 5’11” myself. He has well muscled shoulders, strong arms and long legs. Something I couldn’t see was his cock, since he was still dressed, but that never failed to impress me either.

He flicked the sandy hair out of his eyes, and repeated himself ‘Kara, open it!’ 

‘Ok, ok’ I answered, and I looked for the sellotape to peel the parcel open. I opened the package onto the bed and out spilled some very sexy underwear. ‘Red, my favourite colour, oh these are beautiful Daniel.’ I held up the lacy bra to examine it. ‘Ah,’ said Daniel mysteriously, ‘The real present comes whilst you are wearing it.’ I giggled, thinking I knew just what he meant. ‘Go on, put them on.’ 

I clambered off the bed, and let my towel fall to the floor. I knew Daniel was watching, so as I stood, I provocatively wiggled my ass by his face. He lay along the bed, with his head resting on one hand, watching me ‘God Kara, you are so beautiful.’  ‘Of course,’ I replied with a half smile. As I bent to step into the little g-string, I felt a stinging slap to my ass. I jumped away, laughing, and pulled the g-string up. I clipped the suspender belt around me, and pulled the black stockings up to the clips. Lastly, I fastened the lacy bra around my ample breasts. I turned to look in the mirror, and was pleased. Red really was my favourite colour, with my long dark hair, green cats eyes, and tanned skin it suited me well. 

‘Well,’ I spun round ‘How do I look?’

‘Fantastic as ever,’ Daniel breathed.

Sensuously I leaned onto all fours, and prowled towards Daniel. I reached out to unzip his pants, but he slapped my hand away playfully and caught me by the wrist. ‘Oh no, you’re not spoiling my birthday surprise!’ I was confused. What did he mean? He led me by the hand to the doorway of our spare room. There is no door on this room, and for a reason. We long ago discovered how much we liked to tie each other up, and Daniel, being the handyman he is, rigged up some hooks in the door frame. I happily let him stand me in the doorway and felt him fasten the soft leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. I was already getting excited, knowing how much fun we can have together, and when Daniel pushed my legs apart I happily complied. They were fastened to either side of the doorframe at the bottom, and my wrists were fastened on either side at the top. Deliciously helpless, I stood anticipating his first touch. 

It didn’t come though, and I tried to turn my head to see what was happening behind me. Daniel was busy in the cupboard, and I wondered if I had another surprise. Well, I did, but it wasn’t quite what I was expecting. He began to pull plates of food, and bottles of drink out, and lay them all out on top of the table. What on earth? Plates of sausage rolls, and sandwiches, this was starting look like a kids buffet. He was so busy that when the doorbell rang, he didn’t seem to hear it. ‘Daniel!’ I was getting worried ‘what is going on? There’s someone here! Let me out!’  ‘No way!’ He grinned, ‘The party is just beginning!’ 

‘What party?’ My voice was rising now, ‘Daniel?’

‘Your birthday party of course!’ He ducked under my restrained arm, went into the hall and turned on the stereo as he went. 

Perhaps here, I should describe our house. We live in a bungalow, and the door to the spare bedroom, is directly opposite the front door. All other rooms go off the square hallway. So, I was in a predicament. As Daniel went to open the door, he turned round to look at me, and I saw his eyes move appreciatively over my new underwear. He winked, then turned and opened the door. ‘Daniel, No!’ I hissed, as the door opened, and Daniel ushered Steve, our friend, into the hall. Mortified now, I struggled with the restraints, but Daniel had done a good job, and I knew there was no way I would be able to get free. Steve stood looking at me; he looked me in the eye and said ‘Happy Birthday Kara!’ ‘Thank you!’ I replied with a sarcastic smile.

Daniel and Steve chatted in the hall for a moment and I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but as I waited, another thought overtook me. The drink! Steve wasn’t coming to a part with no drink, and it was all behind me, he would have to walk through my doorway to get to it. Again I frantically struggled with the bonds. No luck! Steve began to walk towards me ‘God I’m parched!’ He stuck his tongue out and licked his lips, and I don’t think it was entirely because he was thirsty. He reached the doorway, and said politely ‘Ahem. Excuse me Kara’ and ducked his head to walk past me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He seemed to take an unnecessarily long time to pass me, and needed to place a hand on my hip to steady himself.

I heard him opening a bottle and pouring a drink. ‘Cheers everyone!’ He called, ‘Anyone would think it was my birthday!’ I could feel his eyes resting on my butt.

The doorbell rang again. Daniel almost ran to open it. I steeled myself, and watched as another friend of ours Paul came in, accompanied by a stunning girl. Daniel greeted them, and then the bell rang again. The party was really getting going. 10 minutes later, there were about 9 guys in my house, and 2 or three women. All in the hall chatting and generally either ignoring me or ogling me. Daniel cleared his throat, for attention, and addressed the group. ‘Hi everyone, thanks for coming, there’s loads of drink in the bedroom just in front of you, and food too. Help yourselves, make yourselves at home in our house, and have fun. BUT! One rule, you can do what you like with Kara, whom you will see looking beautiful over there, but you must not allow her to cum! Apart from that – enjoy!’ Oh my God! I was beginning to realise what Daniel had in mind for me. We often tied each other up, as I said, and enjoyed the exquisite teasing, bringing each other to a place where we would beg to be allowed release, unable to have any control over what was going on. Although I was still apprehensive, I could feel the weight of my pussy between my legs, knowing what torture this evening could be, being aroused by so many people, over the course of the evening, and not being able to do anything about it.

Everyone began chatting again, and Daniel turned the music up loud. Two or three people headed straight towards the bedroom. One girl, who I didn’t know – but appeared to be with John, a friend of ours, pushed under my arms. John and Paul didn’t pass; they stood looking me up and down. I stared back arrogantly. John reached out his hand and cupped my breast, his thumb gently brushing my nipple. I was determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing a response, and I tried not to think about his touch. It worked, but it seemed that he wasn’t going to be outdone, and he pinched my nipple, hard, between thumb and forefinger, holding it for a second then rolling it round until I groaned with pleasure and my nipple stood erect. He leaned in close and whispered in my ear, ‘Seems you like to play a little rough Kara, I’ll have to remember that later.’ His tongue snaked along my neck, and I tried not to arch my neck in response. He passed under my arms and Paul followed him. Paul was behind me, and I felt his hand caress my ass cheek. ‘I’ll be back Kara!’ He quipped and was gone.

I felt more hands on my hips this time, and twisted to see Paul over my shoulder. I had always fancied Paul, and it was not unpleasant to feel his hard body pressed up against my back. His hands sneaked up to my breasts, and began to play with my nipples. I leaned back a little onto him, murmuring my appreciation. One hand stayed there, and the other began its oh, so slow, descent across my belly and down to the g string. I knew now that my shameless pussy was wet. I could feel the string between my lips was damp, and allowed myself to relax and enjoy his touch. As his hand slid under the flimsy material of my string, I could feel how hard he was, pressed into my back. I pushed my mound against his palm, and his fingers wound their way down, pulling my lips apart gently. I felt his hot breath against the back of my neck, and heard him breath hard when he felt how wet I was. ‘God, you are loving this aren’t you, you horny little slut.’ No dignity left now, I could only nod my head, and arch my pussy into his hand, hoping to graze my clit on his fingers. ‘Now, now, Kara,’ he said firmly, ‘I’m not one for breaking the rules!’ and as quickly as that his hand was gone leaving me breathing hard, and a trail of wetness down my slit.

Just then the doorbell rang again. I watched Daniel open it, and he let in my best friend, Samantha. 

I was relieved to see a friendly face. I even thought there was a chance I could get her to release me if the night got too much for me. She came right over to me, ‘Happy birthday Kara, wow you look great!’ I smiled thanks Sam, ‘Sorry I can’t join you, but I’m a bit tied up at the moment’. Sam laughed, and Daniel came over to us ‘Well that’s it, everyone’s here now. The party can really get started.’ ‘I’ve bought you a pressie Kara,’ Sam said, ‘Sorry, but it looks like Daniel will have to open it for you!’ Daniel took the little pink package, and tore off the paper. A brown box inside, he opened that too. In front of my eyes, he produced a black butt plug, I knew what it was, and my eyes widened I had no desire for that! It looked huge! ‘Sam!’ I protested. She just laughed, Daniel, I think you will have to help me here. ‘Don’t you dare!’ I shouted, and several people turned to watch. My ass was a no go area! I had never let anyone touch me there. Shame flushed my face red, when I thought how many people were here watching. No way could I let anyone do that to me in front of all these eyes. 

Daniel and Sam went through the door, and I frantically twisted this was and that to see what they were up to. Daniel took a tube of KY from the drawer, and handed it to Sam. Holding it so I could see, she spread the lube over the plug. Still protesting, I struggled harder. ‘Ready Daniel?’ she questioned, ‘Oh yes’ he smiled. ‘Noooooooo…!’ I wailed. ‘Oh yes!’ Daniel repeated. 

I absolutely could not believe that my best friend would do this to me. I writhed away from her hands as she moved towards my butt. This was Sam! We had known each other for years, and there had never been anything sexual between us, nor with any other women for that matter. I liked sex, but sex with MEN! I did not want her to touch my ass, let alone insert that horrible thing into me. ‘Daniel, you will have to open her cheeks for me’. Daniel obliged, and I felt his strong fingers worm between my cheeks, and spread them apart. My tight asshole exposed, I felt something wet poking at me. I tensed, and Daniel tried to push a finger into me, but with no success. Pleased with myself, I kept up the tension, and Daniel appeared to give up.

He leaned in behind me, and whispered into my ear, ‘Kara, my baby, I want to fuck that luscious ass of yours tonight, for the first time, and I will have what I want!’ His voice was honey in my ear, and I was turned on again by how much he wanted me, still I knew there was no way he was going to do this. ‘Steve?’ Daniel called, ‘Can you come over and help us?’ 

‘What?’ 

Steve came over, and Daniel went to him and they muttered together. A huge grin spread over Steve’s face, and they came back to me. Daniel went back behind me, and I felt him prise my cheeks apart again. Still I tensed. Steve’s hand slipped between my open legs, he grabbed a handful of my pussy and squeezed. ‘Oww!’ I yelped, what was that supposed to achieve, he released me, but I could still feel the pain of that grasp, as I was recovering I felt one finger slide very slowly between my lips, and along my wet slit. After the pain this was so good. He carefully avoided touching my clit, and ran back and forth. My clit was aching for something to touch it, and I arched towards him, I was rewarded by the tip of that finger circling my clit, then brushing across it. I groaned deeply, I needed more, and tried to move against it, but couldn’t move enough in my bonds. He pulled his finger slowly away and I tried to follow, grunting in frustration as he moved out of reach. My lips were now puffy and heavy with excitement, and I felt his finger back again, this time moving slowly into me. ‘God Kara, you are so wet! You dirty little girl, you want more don’t you?’ ‘Yes’ I pleaded with him, ‘Please Steve’ 

‘Hmmmm, maybe if you ask nicely,’ he replied

‘Please Steve,’ I begged huskily, ‘I need more; I need to feel your fingers buried inside me. Fuck me with them.’

In reply he jammed two fingers deep into my dripping twat. I moaned and ground against him. I could have cried when he pulled them back out, only to tease my swollen clit again. I was panting and gasping as he massaged my desperate clit, Daniel and Sam had been forgotten until I felt Daniel once again part my ass cheeks, and I felt Sam place that cold, wet plug to my hole. Tensing I tried again to prevent her, but instantly Steve stopped the pressure on my clit and I cried out in frustration. I arched towards him, and he started to touch me again. Of course Sam began to apply pressure with plug too. I wanted more from Steve, and this meant allowing Sam access to my asshole. I was torn between the sensations building in my clit and the pain I knew would come in my ass. I wanted nothing more than to cum right then, and Sam took advantage. 

Steve buried his fingers inside me again, and I moved against him involuntarily. I felt my asshole start to stretch, but it seemed not to matter. Each time I tensed to stop Sam, Steve would cease the rubbing on my clit, and when I relaxed for Steve, Sam would inch that detestable plug in a little deeper. Wider and wider, that hateful plug stretched me. Opening me. But I just kept working on Steve’s expert fingers. It seemed that the widest part must be in me, yet I could feel myself still opening more. It hurt like hell, it was so big, but the pain was dulled by the orgasm that was definitely building now. There was plenty of lube and the plug slid easily deeper and deeper, I was ready to scream out to tell them that I couldn’t take anymore, that I must surely tear if they pushed me any more, when there was a pop and the plug was inside me. Still thinking I was about to cum, I arched towards Steve, ignoring the intruder in my ass for a moment, but Steve stepped back, and looked at me with a nasty grin. ‘Kara, surely you heard what Daniel said, no one is allowed to let you cum!’ ‘Bastard!’ I hissed at him through gritted teeth, and he backed away in mock terror.

All that was left now was that plug. I had never felt so awkwardly full up. I wriggled my ass half hoping it might pop out, but I didn’t really believe that. Instead I tried to relax more, and forget about it. That was too hard to do, but I did feel a little more comfortable with it as I relaxed.

Daniel was in front of me now, and he was grinning. ‘Kara, you don’t know how beautiful your ass looks!’ ‘You shit!’ I exclaimed. ‘Hmmmm… I can’t wait for later,’ he teased. ‘Gonna fill that lovely ass with my cum.’ ‘Not in a million years honey,’ I warned him.

‘We’ll see,’ he winked and turned away.

It felt like I was tied there for hours. People would climb past me, touching my pussy, my tits, stroking my back, my ass, my legs. I gave in to the sensations, enjoying each touch and knowing that with each minute my pussy got wetter and wetter. 

‘Kara,’ Sam’s voice in my ear, ‘You really are beautiful’ and she came round to the front of me. ‘Sam? What are you doing?’ I asked as she leaned towards me and caressed my breast. ‘Relax Kara, you are getting too uptight tonight. I have always thought you were beautiful’. Her fingers toyed with my already over sensitive nipples, then she leaned her head in and sucked one into her mouth. Flicking her tongue over then end, I gave in to the pleasure. This was a bizarre evening, and I thought I might just as well try to go with it.

Several guys had come over to watch, and were egging Sam on. ‘Lick her pussy babe,’ Sam looked round wickedly, ‘Shall I?’ she asked. Slowly she sank to her knees in front of me, and I felt her finger hook under my string and pull it to the side. I gasped as her hot little tongue flicked out and caught my aroused clit. I looked down at her soft blond hair, wishing I had my hands free, so I could touch her. Sam is stunning. A voluptuous blonde haired, blue eyed, vixen and she knew it! Kind hearted and generous, she was always on the look out for a new guy, being too easily hurt and then looking again. All curves and warm sweet scent, I couldn’t believe she wanted to do this to me. I knew every guy in that room mush have a hard on for her.

As she was down there, licking up my juices, and I was moaning yet again, Steve came over to her, and pulled her to her feet. She began to strip for him seductively. She dropped her blouse, and short skirt and stood in front of me, naked, since she wore no underwear. Steve fondled her soft breasts, and flicked her huge pink nipples until Sam was breathing hard. Still right in front of me, he slid his hand down to her blonde bush and dipped his fingers into her twat. I could hear that she was wet, the slurping noise his fingers made inside her. She released his cock from his pants, and began to stroke it. He was very hard, and the sight of him made me even more excited if that were possible. He told Sam to get on all fours, right in front of me, and knelt behind her. She hissed with pleasure as he plunged his cock into her pussy, and I saw her fingers matted in her pussy rubbing her clit as he fucked her. 

I was literally drooling. God I wanted that so badly, I knew they were doing all this for my benefit. I thought he would cum soon, his pace quickened, but then he stopped. I stared in fascination as he pulled his cock out, and re positioned it at her anus. Sure she would scream out in pain, I waited, but no she wiggled into place, and as he slid into her with one strong thrust, she arched her back and groaned in delight. Her fingers were still working on her clit, and I could tell by the flush on her skin that this was no show, she was loving it. Someone was behind me, I didn’t even bother to look who, but as I watched Steve’s cock pumping in and out of Sam’s ass whoever it was tweaked the butt plug sending shockwaves through my body. I heard a zipper, and felt a cock nudging at my pussy, and slippery as I was, it easily slid into me. 

‘OH’ I gasped, ‘Oh yessss!’ This was what I needed, it felt so good, my ass and my pussy so full up, I only wished that like Sam, I could rub my clit. It was teasing in the extreme to see her getting what I so desperately needed. I could see Daniel to my right, his eyes glazed over with lust. Watching me get fucked, knowing I would still be begging him for it later. 

Steve tensed, quickened and this time he did cum, banging into Sam, grunting harshly and Sam crying out as she joined him and shuddered in orgasm on his cock. Whoever was behind me was still banging away, and God it was good! Sam, looking like a total slut, crawled on all fours towards me. I watched, helpless, as she kneeled in front of me, and watched the cock that was pounding in and out of me. She leaned towards me, and her little pink tongue poked out and started to lap at my clit again. ‘Shit!’ I groaned, ‘Sam, no!’ But she just grinned. I was in no position to complain, and neither was whoever was fucking me. My hips began to move of their own accord, I tried not to think about cumming, I knew I was close, but I also knew that Daniel wouldn’t let me get there. Steve was by me too, playing with my nipples, pinching them and rolling them. I finally looked behind to see John; he smiled, gripped my hips, and fucked me harder. Leaning in close to me I felt his teeth on the back of my neck, biting as I felt his cum released into my cunt. And that was it, they all stopped, I was so tense now, that as the cock withdrew from my pussy I cried out, in total frustration. ‘Noooo…oh no, please…’ Daniel was by me immediately, holding me, kissing me, he told me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me, I hardly heard him. I begged in a hoarse whisper ‘Daniel, please, I have never needed you this badly, please just let me down now?’




Happy Birthday



That was when everyone left. Except Sam. They just melted away. In 5 minutes the house was silent, and Daniel undid my bonds. Rubbing my wrists, I felt behind me to remove the plug from my ass but Daniel stopped me. He picked me up and took me to the bed. ‘God you were amazing Kara, everyone in the house wanted you, men and women’. I smiled shyly at Sam. Pushing me onto all fours, Daniel pulled the plug from my ass with a soft plop, and instead of relief, I felt empty. His gentle probing finger dipped into the hole it had left, and I was surprised at how nice it felt. There was loads of lube left, and I wondered how it would feel to have Daniel sliding into me. 

‘Try it,’ I told him, and eagerly his cock replaced his finger. Slowly, he slipped into me, and it felt so good. ‘Damn!’ I exclaimed, and reached between my legs to rub my clit. Sam’s hand stopped me though and hers replaced my own. Reaching round she began to slide her fingers in and out of my pussy, and across my clit. I was so wet now, my juices were soaking her hand, I wriggled against her fingers, to show her how much she was arousing me, but there was no need. It was obvious. Daniel started to push harder at my bottom, and Sam’s fingers worked on my clit, ‘Oh God yes!’ This was heaven. I squirmed and wriggled and moaned as the two of them worked me closer and closer towards my long awaited orgasm and this time they didn’t stop, I got to the holding my breath point, and all my muscles tensed, I froze and felt my pussy clenching round Sam’s fingers, Daniel gasped as my muscles gripped his cock, it spread through my stomach and thighs, seeming to go on forever, ‘Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!’ I cried out, Daniel had cum, I knew, but he kept fucking me, Sam kept rubbing and dipping into my cunt, and as I shuddered and rocked with them, I couldn’t believe how good this felt. The spasms slowly faded, but they didn’t stop. Instead of wanting Daniel and Sam to stop, I wanted more. They carried on, and I felt the tension build again. My clit swelled and felt so incredibly sensitive, each tiny touch was like an electric shock. ‘Oh My God, Oh Shit!’ I cried out, cumming again, grinding my clit against Sam’s hand, breathing hard, shaking until the shock waves faded and I collapsed in a heap on the bed. Both Sam and Daniel grinned down at me. ‘Happy birthday, Kara,’ they both said together. I couldn’t reply, just looked up at them, and grinned.



Happy Birthday



My husband’s birthday was coming up and I had been racking my brain trying to think of what to get him. He is not an easy man to buy for. When he needs something, he buys it. And he’s not one to have one-time-only stuff around. For Christmas last year, I had bought him a satellite dish so he could get all his football games. Now, I was stuck with how to top that for him.

Asking him what he wanted had done me no good. All I had gotten for an answer was ‘whatever you think best’ and ‘I don’t really need anything this year.’ Big help!

Well, the weekend of his birthday had finally arrived and I was no closer to a gift than I was six months ago. My husband, Andy, had gone out with his brothers to play golf that Saturday. I decided to haul myself to the mall and try some last minute shopping. Hopefully a brilliant idea would strike when I least expected it.

Walking around the mall, I looked at various stores, going from the high end Brookstones to the low end novelty shops. Nothing! I was sitting on one of the benches still racking my brain when I looked up and saw the lingerie shop. An idea was taking root. If I couldn't think of something to buy him, I could at least think of something to give him.

For the next hour, I wandered the mall again. This time, I was actually buying things. Delighted, and feeling very excited, I drove home. I knew I’d be there before Andy. He never came home before 6:00 in the evening when he played golf with his brothers.

I hurried to ready the house for my big idea. It was the middle of fall and it was a bit chilly, so I built a fire in the living room fireplace. Turning the lights low, I lit a few candles around the room. Pushing the couch back, I laid a warm blanket down in front of the fireplace and tossed a couple of pillows down with it. Turning on some light jazz on the stereo, I figured the mood was about set.

In the bedroom, I started on the next phase... me! For the next thirty minutes, I dressed me for the little adventure I had planned. Looking in the mirror, I was more than impressed.

I knew Andy would be home soon, so I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine, two glasses and the plate of cream puffs I had bought at the bakery. Andy hates cake, so I always buy him cream puffs for his birthday.

Setting the food and drink on the coffee table in the living room, I went into the bedroom to make sure everything was ready. After about 15 minutes, I heard the front door open.

“Honey, you here?” I heard Andy call out. “Hey, what’s up with the living room?”

“Just a little something I threw together for your birthday.” I stood in the doorway of the bedroom and waited for Andy to look up. When he did, I knew I had him.

Andy’s eyes started at the top of my head. I had left my hair down the way he likes it, the brown curls flowing loosely around my face. My lips were a dark red, full and luscious. My large, round breasts pushed up and nearly out of the black lace corset I had bought today at the lingerie shop. The waist shaped me in an hourglass, accentuating my 42DD chest. Matching black lace thong panties cut high on my thigh making my legs go on forever. The sheer black stockings met the garter at the bottom of the corset. Four inch black spiked heels finished the look.

“Happy birthday, baby.” I whispered seductively. I walked towards him slowly. He still hadn’t moved. “For your birthday this year, I thought I’d give you something extra special. Come here.”

I grabbed his hand and slowly guided him to the blanket area in front of the fireplace. Looking him in the eyes, I stated to undress him.

“Tonight, I am going to massage you, spoil you and make love to you. Whatever you want, I’ll do tonight. I’m completely yours.”

I threw his golf shirt to the couch. Kneeling in front of him, I lifted his foot and removed first one shoe then the other. Running my hands up his legs and over his growing groin, I slowly unzipped his pants. Pulling them down, I looked up at him, “Step out of your pants, baby.” He did.

His growing cock was forming a tent in his boxers. I slid my hands up his thighs and inside the legs of his boxers. My fingers stroked around his groin but never actually touched it. I pulled the boxers down.

One of Andy’s best features is his cock. I fell in love with him the first time I saw it. Nearly 8 inches long, he is thick and round. Staring at him, I watched as his cock throbbed and grew even harder.

“Lay down, Andy.” He slowly laid down on the blanket, resting his arms on the pillow behind him.

I stood and walked over to the coffee table. Lifting the platter with the wine and cream puffs, I walked back to the blanket. Kneeling, I set the platter on the floor. I poured two glasses of wine and handed one to him.

“Relax and enjoy. Roll over and lay on your stomach.”

Andy rolled over slowly, positioning himself gingerly.

“Close your eyes.”

He did.

Grabbing a bottle of almond massage oil, I poured some into my hands. Firmly, I massaged Andy’s back, rubbing the oil into his skin with my hands. Rubbing my hands over his shoulders and then down his back, I massaged his skin. Pouring more oil onto his lower back, I rubbed it into his back and then moved lower.

My hands caressed his ass, squeezing and pushing gently. I rubbed his thighs and his calves. Pouring more oil, I rubbed his feet and then worked back up again. My hands and skin glistened from the oil.

“Roll over.”

He rolled slowly over, laying on his back.

Pouring oil straight from the bottle onto his chest, I drew a line from his upper chest to his groin. His cock was standing straight up, hard and ready. I rubbed the oil into his chest, my fingers teasing his nipples. He moaned softly.

My hands kneaded his abdomen, working the oil in. Moving down, I avoided his groin again and instead rubbed the oil into his legs.

I leaned back and took a sip of wine, licking my lips. I took up one of the cream puffs and held it to his lips. His mouth bit into it, cream on his lips. I leaned over and licked his lips clean.

“Mmm, that’s good whipping cream.”

Taking the cream puff, I scooped out a finger-full of cream and licked it slowly. My tongue swirled around my finger. Andy’s breathing was getting harder.

“I bet I know what would taste even better.” I eyed his hard cock.

Taking a finger and again scooping out some of the cream, I dropped the fresh cream onto the tip of Andy’s towering cock. I rubbed a little down the sides and then licked my finger clean.

Leaning over so Andy could watch me, I slowly licked the cream from the shaft of his cock, licking my way up to the tip. Flicking my tongue out, I cleaned the tip. Sliding my mouth over his head, I took his cock in my mouth and sucked.

Andy moaned and thrust his hips up, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I sucked slow and hard, my tongue swirling around him. I moved my mouth up and down slowly, red lipstick marking his cock.

Using only my mouth, I sucked Andy’s cock, bringing him to the brink and then stopping. I sucked the head tight in my mouth and then pushed down until he touched the back of my throat.

“Oh baby! Oh fuck ya!”

Andy pushed his hips up. I sucked hard and then pulled him from my mouth.

“Not yet, baby. I have much more planned.”

Standing up over him, I licked my lips. Hooking my fingers in the top of my panties, I slowly pushed them down. Andy’s eyes shot to my mound.

“Oh baby!”

My pussy lips pushed out at him, wet and naked. That afternoon, I had shaved my pussy for him. I smiled at his reaction.

I rubbed my fingers over my lips. “It feels so good, so tingly. I couldn’t help but play with myself this afternoon when I did it. It’s so sensitive.” I slipped a finger inside me slowly and then pulled it out.

Andy sat up, grabbing my hips and pulling me towards him. I moaned as I felt his tongue lick my lips. Using his fingers, he parted me and found my hard clit. His mouth closed around it and he sucked hard. Between the fire and my arousal, I was burning up.

“It feels so good, Andy. Mmmm oh yes. My clit is so hard.”

Andy sucked and tongued my wet pussy. Rubbing his nose into me, I pushed my mound down onto his face. My hips pumped back and forth. Moaning, I came hard and fast. Andy stayed between my legs and licked me clean.

Laying back, his cock was still standing at attention. I sat on his legs and leaned over to take his cock in my mouth again. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I moved up and slowly lifted myself onto his cock.

His moans filled the room as my tight pussy closed around his hard member. His hands grabbed my hips and he lifted me up and down on his cock, fucking me hard. I moaned and ground my hips down onto him. Up and down, I bounced on his cock. I felt his cock getting bigger inside of me. I knew he would explode soon.

“Come for me, baby. Come deep inside me.” I moaned.

He lifted me faster and harder, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside me.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I felt his hot cum shoot up inside me, filling me. My own orgasm tore through me. I ground my hips down, wanting to get everything I could.

I sat on him, not letting his cock leave me. Reaching back, I grabbed a cream puff and licked it. Smiling, I lifted my breasts out of the corset. Covering my hard nipples in cream, I leaned over and held my breast to his mouth. Andy loves my breasts and suckled my nipple into his mouth.

I moaned and moved my hips in a small circle. I grabbed a glass of wine and slowly dribbled some on my chest. Andy caught the wine soaked nipple in his mouth and sucked.

Another thing I love about Andy is his recovery time. I could feel his cock getting hard inside my pussy already.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I want you to fuck me again. I want you to fuck my ass.”

His cock jumped to attention at that. I lifted myself up and off of his cock. Wet from our combined juices, I leaned over and took his swollen member in my mouth and sucked him hard again.

Getting on all fours in front of the fire, I turned to Andy, “Fuck me now.”

Kneeling behind me, Andy rubbed my ass with his hands. I felt his tongue dive between my legs and lick up to circle my hole. I moaned and closed my eyes. I felt the warm almond oil as he poured it over my ass. His finger slowly entered my ass, opening me for his cock. I looked back and watched as his other hand lubed his cock with the almond oil.

I moaned as I felt his cock slowly push into my ass, opening me wide.

“Oh fuck! Oh yea baby, fuck me! I love your fucking cock!” I yelled

Pushed all the way in, Andy slowly started to pump my ass. His hands reached round and played with my hanging breasts, squeezing. I reached down between my legs and fingered my clit as his cock fucked my ass. In and out his cock pumped, filling my tight ass.

I moaned as my orgasm ripped through me and then I felt his cock throb even bigger and harder.

“Here I come! Shit!”

Andy’s cock exploded in my ass. He pulled out and pumped his cum over my ass. I could feel it dripping down into my hole. I moaned.

Rolling over, I pulled Andy to me. We kissed deeply and passionately, our tongues fighting with one another.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

We slept and then we took a long shower and had a replay of the night. I think I may make this a birthday tradition. For both of us.



Happy Birthday



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“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Eric and Elena, Happy Birthday to you!!!”

Everyone broke out in spontaneous applause as the two now eighteen year old twins stood in the middle of the living room blushing and wishing that they did not have to be the center of attraction. Their mother thought better and made sure that this their eighteenth birthday would be as special for them and as it would be for her. She invited ten of her closest swinging friends, which meant there were twenty people standing around the periphery of the modest living room. Three of the couples consisted of a dominant male and dominant female and each couple sought male and or female submissives to use for their pleasure. Two of the couples were comprised of a dominant male and submissive female that accepted her husband’s heterosexual copulation with a preferred female other than his wife. The remaining couples had a dominant female at the head of their relationship. Seven of the five couples had bisexual males and all of the females would never say no to a little pussy licking. The children’s father had no say in anything especially their upbringing. The reason was painfully obvious to everyone who gathered in the living room of the modest suburban house, but the guests tacitly understood and accepted the relationship that existed between Marcia and Robert. The only individuals who had absolutely no idea of the underlying meaning and purpose of the party were the centers of attraction themselves.

Erica stands five feet eight inches, weighs a svelte 125 pounds, and her measurements are considered classic – 36-22-35. Her face was framed by curly shoulder length dirty blonde hair. Although the features of her face were not classically Roman, she had a quality about her that made people, especially men, stop-and-stare. The one feature above all that will define her now and forever is her eyes - big almond shaped turquoise colored and flecked with gold. Depending upon what she was wearing, her eyes could look gray, blue, green, or a bright turquoise. Her skin had a coloration that made her look like she had a perpetual tan and when she did sit in the sun her color turned from the beautiful beige to a deep coffee colored brown. Per her mother’s instructions, Elena was wearing a black satin micro mini, black lace shirt unbuttoned to her naval, black flecked with gray thigh high stockings with an elastic lace top to keep them up, and black patent four inch high heeled sandals. It was plainly obvious to the partygoers that she was not wearing a bra because her ample breasts were showing themselves due to the fact her shirt was wide open to an inch above the waist of her miniskirt. What they didn’t know at this moment in time was her shaved pussy did not have any form of material covering her soft vaginal lips. Second to the beauty of her eyes was the length of her legs. She had the longest shapeliest legs of any woman in the room ( that included her mother ) and one could see all the men and certain women staring at her with their tongues stealthily licking their lips wishing they could be on their knees kissing what was hidden between those beautiful legs.

Eric stands five feet eight inches tall, weighs one forty-five pounds, and does not have a defined muscle on his body. His dirty blond hair hangs around his face, which is similar to the way his sister wears hers; his nondescript brown eyes were just that nondescript, a slim aquiline nose is centered on his face, and his thin prissy lips would probably look better on a woman than a man. He does not have a very athletic looking physique. He does not play any sports or date anyone special. Per instructions from his mother, he is wearing a loose fitting running suit to hide what she didn’t ask him but made him wear underneath. Beneath his running suit, Eric wore a pair of pink lace bikini panties, a matching lace garter belt, and pink thigh high stocking being held up by the garter belt. The coup de grace was the fact that his mother instructed his sister to teach him how to remove all the hair on his body with a depilatory. For all intent and purpose, they were changing him into a girl and the ultimate question was whether or not he was going to lose his testicles. He knew that his mother was going to ask him to remove the running suit, thus embarrassing him in front of his parent’s friends that were there to celebrate his birthday. To his knowledge, only his mother and sister knew he was being forced to dress in sexually arousing women’s lingerie.

“Elena and Eric, today is one of the most important days of your young lives. For today, you shall pass through the first of the two milestone birthdays that bring a stamp of legitimacy to your life and the decision-making you will need as adults. I am so proud of you both, not because you let me make this party, but because you have lived your lives according to my teachings and have made yourselves into moral, loving, and upstanding citizens. You have proved yourselves educationally by getting accepted and attending one of the most prestigious universities in the country. I have one final request of each of you,” Monica said. She walked to a position behind them in the living room where she could see the small group of people watching and waiting for the surprise that was promised.

Marcia smiled, took two black pieces of material from her pocket, and said, “Elena, Eric, please turn around so you are standing back to back, take a step forward, and get on your knees.” The children did as their mother asked. She came up between and behind each of them, placed the material over their eyes, and gently tied the blindfolds behind their heads. Neither child knew what was going to happen next, but trusted their mother without question.

“Ladies, gentlemen, friends, and lovers, I am so happy that you have taken time from your busy schedules to be present for a most auspicious announcement that will occur today the eighteenth birthday of my children Elena and Eric. I ask you to please not make any sounds or signs positive or negative as the schedule of events unfold,” Marcia intoned as she gazed upon the people gathered in her house. Her internal excitement at the prospect of this days events started to send shivers throughout her body.

“Roberta, please bring our special guests into the room,” Marcia commanded. The fact that she did not call her husband by his given name Robert did not cause a stir in the room. The children did not understand why their mother called their dad Roberta, but knew that their mother had always controlled all the aspects of life in the house. Roberta exited the living room, returned with two tall, muscular black men who were clothed in nothing more than a loincloth. He guided them into the room and placed a man each in front of the kneeling children.

“Marcia, I present to you Tyrone and Marcus, clothed per your instructions,” whispered Roberta.

“Roberta, Roberta… You have not completed your instructions. I asked you to do more than deliver them. Now, before I get so mad you’ll never get to eat a fresh creampie; complete the job,” Marcia growled at her now cowering husband.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied. Without looking up at the people in the living room, Roberta moved the two black giants back to a position where he could kneel down in front of them. He reached up to the man on his left, pulled aside the loincloth revealing his thick black penis. He performed the same operation on the black man standing to his right. He turned to look as his wife to question whether he had to do what she expected.

“Listen you little sissy wimp, damn,” growled Marcia catching herself she whispered, “Just think about the consequences…” She thought to herself that was not a good thing to call her husband just now considering the children where going to see him dressed as a sissy slut for the first times in their young life.

Roberta did not have to answer. He reached up and took each man’s dark skinned penis into his mouth and used his expertise at sucking cock to make their manhood rise to their engorged length. A murmur passed through the crowd when they saw how adept Roberta was with his mouth. Marcia smiled to herself when she saw some of the straight men reach down to touch themselves in response to the oral stimulation her sissy husband was giving to the two black giants. When he was done, he stood, moved the men back into position in front of the children, and returned to kneeling behind his wife. Roberta did not like what his wife was going to do, but he knew better than try to dissuade her from something she had been planning for months. He even accepted his wife’s demands on how he should dress for the occasion. For all intent and purpose, his children were going to see what a failure he was as a man.

“Elena, Eric the time has come for you to meet two very important and very special people. For the past eighteen years, you have been living in a very loving home. I know you will not do anything stupid when you learn what you are going to this day. I know you will not make me look foolish, period,” Marcia positioned herself slightly behind but between the children. She placed her left and right hand on the bows that held the blindfolds on their faces. She could see Eric shaking ever so slightly while Elena maintained a calmness that showed her inner female strength. She looked at the very special people gathered in her modest home and smiled at them acknowledging her commitment to their friendship.

“Elena, Eric when I remove the blindfolds from your eyes you will meet for the first time your biological father,” stated Marcia with love in her voice. She gently pulled the end of the blindfolds that created the bows and the material fell from their faces.

When the blindfolds fell and each child opened their eyes, they were each confronted with an erect black cock. Tyrone and Marcus Williams, twins themselves, stood like statues in front each of the children. The child their sperm produced when they each fucked Marcia on the same night eighteen years ago. By an act of pure serendipity and improbability, Marcia produced two eggs during that night of passion and by the same improbable circumstance; a sperm from each man fertilized an egg. The result of that improbability of impregnation now knelt in front of each them looking not at their faces, but at the object of their mother’s desire and the sexual organ that donated the sperm that created them.

“Yes children, the man who you know as Robert, who has raised you, clothed and fed you, and provided for your education is not your biological father. Elena, the cock in front of you belongs to a man named Marcus Williams. Eric, the cock in front of you belongs to a man named Tyrone Williams. They are twins just like you. Eighteen years ago, I had a night of unbridled passion with these two specimens of black studliness and the result of that night is each of you. You are presently kneeling in front of the cock that created you. I have no problem telling you that the man you call your father does not produce enough sperm to impregnate an ant yet me,” Marcia could see each of her children reacting to finding out that the man they called dad was not the man who provided the sperm to create them. That the subtle differences they perceived were not imagined but real and their color was not a genetic error, but the result of being created by sperm from the black man standing in front of each of them.

“Please Marcia!!! Don’t continue with this embarrassing nonsense. Elena and Eric are not here to provide you with some nasty, gross form of sexual pleasure. They’re your children!!! I know they’re eighteen now and are legal in terms of sexual liaisons, but they’re not yours to use for your sexual high jinks. Kneeling here I can smell your sex. I know that I’m not the man you expected when we married. I can’t help it if my equipment is small compared to Tyrone and Marcus. I know that I gave you permission…” Robert did not get another word out his mouth.

“Gave me permission! Who the fuck are you kidding, you, you weak, small cocked, sissy faggot. From the day we started dating, you were eating other men’s cum from my well-fucked pussy. And, you’ll never guess what! The ejaculate you were cleaning from between my legs belonged to black men. Black men who knew how to use their God given sexual equipment to satisfy me. The minute I saw your useless cock I knew what you would be good for – eating pussy. I trained you and your tongue to provide me with oral orgasms and I do not expect any more from you. Now, just sit your fuckin’ pussy ass down in the corner and let me complete the introductions.” Marcia took a deep breath, exhaled, and continued, “Ladies, gentlemen, and those of other persuasions, please pardon the outburst from that useless shell of a man.”

“I can see that this interruption has caused your fathers to lose some of their strength. I think each of you should show your true father some love and respect. I think, no I believe each of you should kiss your father,” said Marcia. Marcia heard a universal intake of breath from her guests. Besides hearing the single intake of breath from her guests, she noticed they reacted to the fact she did not say ‘your father’s cock’ but ‘your father’.

Without any hesitation, Elena leaned forward, pushed the soft skin that covered the head of her father’s uncut cock back, and placed her lips on the revealed light colored head of Marcus’ cock. Eric hesitated, He never thought about placing another man’s cock into his mouth, but knew if he didn’t comply with his mother’s wishes he would lose all the respect he worked so hard to attain with his dominant mother. He looked up at Tyrone and saw the expectation of his compliance to his mother’s wishes in his eyes. Eric understood. He leaned forward and placed his lips on the head of Tyrone’s cock kissing it like he was kissing the lips of a beautiful girl.

The sight of the children, now sexual adults, placing their lips on the head of their father’s uncircumcised cock was enough for the people in the living room to break out in a second round of applause coupled with occasional moans of pleasure. Marcia stood flush with the feeling of love from her black lovers, her children, and her friends. She turned, looked at her friends, and said, “If you are in need of any form sexual release, please feel free. It would be an honor to see each of you masturbating while my children complete their passage into sexual adulthood.”

It didn’t take long for the men that weren’t cuckolded to their wives to pull down their zippers and pull out differing sized erections in need of massaging. Women were seen placing their hands down their pants or up their skirts to gain access to their moist slits so they could use their fingers to gently stroke their clits. The men who were like Robert just stood or kneeled next to their wives showing no emotion or sexual heat. It would not have surprised Marcia to find that a majority of the submissive men where wearing chastity contraptions on their cocks. Robert crawled over to where his wife was standing hoping she would show him some form of acceptance of his submissive apology.

Marcia looked down at her cowering husband, patted him on his head, and growled, “Ok, sissy. I know you’re sorry. Now go back to the corner you came from and it’s ok if you want to play with yourself. Eric, now it is time for you show the world what you really want to be. Please stop what you are doing, stand up, and turn to face our friends.” Eric removed his lips from his father, stood, and turned to face the people in the living room. Tyrone moved behind him and placed his large hands on Eric’s shoulders. Eric turned his head to see that his sister had decided to do more than place and keep her lips on the head of Marcus’ cock. His glance showed him that Elena was starting to gently stroke and take the large black cock deeper into her mouth, thus giving her newly introduced father his first incestuous blowjob.

“Master Tyrone would you like to remove the running suit your son is wearing?” queried Marcia.

“That would be an honor my white lover,” he responded.

Master Tyrone moved his hands to the bottom of the shirt and pulled it over Eric’s head revealing his smooth hairless chest and arms. He then bent over, took the pants Eric was wearing and pulled them off his body in one swift move, accomplishing this because Marcia had put snaps in the waist and legs. The people watching what was happening were taken by surprise when they saw how Eric was dressed. None of them knew that Marcia had spent the last eighteen years hiding the feminization of her son. They could also see the red begin to shade his cheeks as his embarrassment grew, which also kept him from getting the expected erection that Marcia hoped would have displayed itself behind the small patch of pink lace panties he was wearing.

Marcia smiled at the sight of Eric standing in the pink lingerie she had purchased for him for just this occasion. She thought he looked better dressed as a sissy than he did dressed as a man. “Eric, I have some thing for you.” Marcia approached him with a package wrapped in colorful girly colors. “Go ahead and open it sweetie.” Marcia noticed that Tyrone had returned his hands to Eric’s waist and not his shoulders.

Eric took the package, carefully removed the paper, and opened the box. Inside it, he found a pair of five- inch white leather high heel pumps. He looked at his mother and smiled. He wondered what the black man behind him thought of the mother of his son turning him into a sissy. Little did he know that Tyrone preferred his children born by black women to the children he sired with his white sluts. He could care less if the bitch that sired a male child decides to turn him into a sissy cock-sucking faggot. Eric blushed and asked, “Do you want me to put them on?”

Marcia was in seventh heaven. “Of course, Erica. But be sure to show your guests what I purchased for you.”

Eric noticed that his mother had called him Erica. He guessed that as soon as he was confirmed a complete sissy that would be his name. He took the shoes from the box and held them above his head. He held them there for a few seconds before he lowered them to the floor so he could slip his feet into them. He felt his body rise; the calves of his legs contract; his shoulders move forward, and his backside jut backwards as he used his body to balance on the thin heels of his first pair of women’s high heel shoes. He also felt Tyrone’s hands on his waist, but they were not giving him any aid with learning to balance his body in the shoes. Eric was now standing in front of his mother, his newly introduced biological father, the scared shell of a man who raised him, and his mother’s swinging friends as the girl he was trained and because of the training wanted to be.




Happy Birthday



“Everyone, please look at my daughter Elena. She how she has taken to using her tongue and lips to please her father. But we have a more important passage for her today.” Marcia walked over the where her daughter was bobbing her head on Marcus’ cock. “Elena, please cease kissing your father, stand, and face our guests like your brother Erica.”

Elena stopped sucking on the massive black cock that she had become accustomed to feeling pass deep into her throat. She stood facing her mother’s friends and for the first time noticed that certain individuals were openly masturbating pleasuring themselves over the sight of her and her sissified brother. Little did she know that there was going to be more action for the guests to watch, become hot about, and continue to masturbate about. Marcia could not believe that her children were standing in front of her swinging friends not knowing that their newly introduced biological fathers were going to initiate them into the world of sexual adulthood.

“Roberta, stop playing with your useless penis and get the recliners. It is time for our children to pass into the first phase of their adulthood,” said Marcia with a big toothy smile on her face. Roberta made two trips to place two leather covered bench type contraptions in front of each child. He smiled at them as he did so in an effort to show them that he still loved them. The benches were actually designed to allow an individual to comfortably lay forward on them while providing access to their vaginal and/or anal orifices. Neither child knew the intended use of the benches, but like everything else in their life, they trusted their mother implicitly.

“Elena and Erica please step forward, lean down, and rest your beautiful bodies on these one-of-a-kind sexual initiation benches,” Marcia intoned. Erica looked at his sister with a bit of fear and trepidation in his eyes. Elena smiled back at him and mouthed ‘don’t worry sweetie, nothing bad is going to happen’. Elena stepped forward and leaned onto the bench. The contraption did not cover the front of her body entirely, but actually supported her from the sides thus providing a place for her breasts to hang freely. When Erica saw his sister resting comfortably on the bench he moved forward and assumed the same position as his sister. Marcia moved behind her children and between the men who provided the sperm to form them in her womb. She began to feel the ebb and flow of strong sexual spasms pulsate through her pussy. The juice from her pussy began to flow down the insides of her thighs because there was no pad or panties to capture and stop the liquid. For Marcia, this was going to be the first of hopefully many public indoctrinations of the sexual growth of her black-fathered children.

Marcia took Marcus’ cock into her left hand and began to massage it back to its complete state of erection. Once she felt it begin to grow hard in her hand, she moved the giant man closer behind her now prone daughter. The cock in her hand was beginning to show a small amount of lubrication forming at its tip as Marcia began to slowly slide the mushroom head between the lips of her daughter’s pussy. Elena felt the heat of her father’s cock radiate through pussy and into her body as the mushroom head of his black cock slid up and down between her virgin lips. Marcia watched as her daughter reacted to the sensations she was feeling for the first time, well not actually the first time, because she had taught her daughter how to masturbate but not finger herself at an early age. Elena’s hips started to move in response to the effect of the cock now being used by her mother to stimulate and masturbate her.

Marcia looked up at Marcus and said, “See how her beautiful young virgin pussy is reacting positively in response to the heat of your beautiful black cock.” Marcus did not answer, but he did gaze upon his daughter’s cunt with lust in his eyes and grunted in response to Marcia. Elena started to moan as her mother rubbed the head on her now engorged clitoris. She looked up to see an older man begin to ejaculate all over the floor in response to what was happening in front of him. Then she felt something different as her mother began to wedge her the head of her biological father’s cock into the small opening of her virgin pussy. She moaned as the inner lips of her blood-engorged pussy began to part as the head of his cock prodded at her opening. Then something different started to explode from the center of her sexual and pleasure epicenter. Marcia started to guide the head into her daughter’s body as Marcus took the cue to begin to move his hips forward in response the opening of the pussy below him.

“Oh, Elena!!! I know what you are feeling. Just take a deep breath, think sweet thoughts, and let your father’s manhood enter your body. You are giving to him the most beautiful present a woman can give to a man,” Marcia said to her now crying daughter.

“Please, mother!!! It hurts!!! I can’t take it anymore!!! It won’t fit because it is too large!!! Please…” cried Elena. The pain emanating from between her legs was growing in direct proportion to the amount of the large black cock that was trying to enter her body. As the tears welled in her eyes and began to cascade down her face, she saw a younger man shoot a load of cum onto the face of a woman who was kneeling in front him. The sight of men masturbating and cumming did not have the same sexual effect she had when watching pornographic movies.

Marcia looked up at Marcus and mouthed, “I think she’s ready.”

Marcus nodded as he watched Marcia remove her hand from around the shaft of his cock. He then took the prostrate girl by her hips and used the strength of his legs to push the head of his cock into his daughter. He stopped as the head broke her hymen and rested just inside her now stretched pussy. A small amount of blood began to pool at the base of her cunt and drip on the white linen napkin that had been placed there to show the completion of the deflowering of the young virgin. Much to Marcus’ surprise, he felt his daughter’s body tense up as his cock did its work.

“Oh, my God!!! You’re tearing me apart!!! I can’t take it, please!!!” cried Elena. There was a sharp crescendo of pain as the mushroom head broke her hymen and entered her body. The wave of pain was excruciating but short lived. The pain was enough to cause sweat to break out on her face and body. She could feel the hands of the man who was deflowering her gently pulling her towards him. She could also hear the sounds of people moaning in sympathy to the pain she was feeling. Then the pain was gone and all she could feel was fullness as her pussy gripped the mushroom head of her father’s cock. She also realized that Marcus was not moving or trying to press deeper into her. As the pain continued to subside, she realized that he was being kind for the moment by not driving her father deeper into her body.

“How beautiful you look under me. Your white virgin pussy accepting the hard black father that created you. I now declare you a woman. And with this motion, I declare you a slut bound to service many strong black men and bear them healthy children to keep the line of white sluts available for their use,” he intoned as his hands took a tighter grip on Elena’s hips and he drove his cock deep into the shaking eighteen year old girl.

Elena cried out as she felt the cock spread the walls of her virgin pussy, but she did not feel the pain that caused her to break out in a cold sweat. She felt her father’s thighs and pubic bone press against her buttocks. She also had the idea that he would stay imbedded in her until her brother was inducted into the adult world of sexuality. She turned her head to see her brother quietly crying at what he believed was going to happen to him. She could see he mother beginning to stroke Tyrone’s cock to hardness and decided to close her eyes and suffer in silence for her brother.

“Erica, please my sweet young one, don’t be afraid. I promise you that you will love what is going to happen to you today. I am preparing your father for you. I wouldn’t do anything to cause you intolerable pain or permanently injure you. Just listen to me, remember what I taught you, and it will be over quicker than you’ll think.” Marcia soothed her now shaking son. She could see Marcus occasionally moving inside her daughter to keep his cock hard, as his twin brother was being made ready to deflower his virgin and soon to be sissy son.

Marcia pulled the pink panties aside to gain access to her soon to be sissified son’s pussy-ass. She could see him trying to clinch the cheeks of his pussy-ass together to keep the expected deflowering from happening. Marcia smiled to herself, reached down to take hold of her son’s flaccid penis, and began to gently stroke it causing the hoped for reaction from her son. He began to feel his mother’s hand sliding up and down his cock causing the blood to flow towards his crotch and heat to rise throughout his body. She was continuing to stroke Tyrone’s cock and used her hand to gently suggest to him that is was time to let her begin the deflowering process.

Tyrone moved forward enough so Marcia could begin to rub the mushroom head of his cock between the cheeks of his son’s pussy-ass. It did not take long for his father to begin producing a copious amount of lubricant from the pressure of Monica’s hand and the crease of his son’s pussy-ass. Marcia released her son’s hardening cock and reached below her to find a small bottle of anal lubricant. She was happy to sissify her son, but she wasn’t a sadist and would not allow Tyrone to deflower her son without the aid of a lubricant. As she moved the head of Erica’s father across the soft skin of her anal pussy ring, Marcia began to drop small amounts of lubricant onto Erica’s anus and the head of his father. She was kind enough to return her to her son’s hard cock to help him relax as she prepared him for the eventual deflowering.

Erica could feel the liquid begin coat the insides of the crack of his ass. The pressure of the head of his father on his anus was similar to the massage his mother used when teaching him to masturbate by playing only with his anus. With the spreading feeling of warmth and sexual feelings, Erica began to relax and felt his mother stop playing with his penis.

“That’s great Erica. You’re beginning to feel all the feelings a good sissy does when she’s going to perform as she’s expected,” whispered Marcia so only Erica and Tyrone could hear her. She continued to rub his father’s cock until again she felt the sissy was ready. With a louder voice, so everyone present could hear Marcia said, “Tyrone, I think she’s ready.”

Tyrone took the cue and rested the large mushroom head against his son’s sissy pussy-ass hole. Erica could feel the pressure building against his virgin anus and tried to clinch his cheeks together to stop the invasion. This was to no avail, as Tyrone pushed, spreading the ring and the sphincter, and using the opening to insert just the tip into his son’s pussy-ass.

“Please, mom!!! I’m don’t want this to happen this way. Not in front of all these people!!! Please, mom!!!” cried Erica. He felt the head begin to enter his body though a hole that wasn’t meant to be an entry point. Then he remembered what his mother had told him about sissy males and how they learned to accept the superior cocks of their girlfriends or wives lovers. Erica knew that he had to perform like his sister or be the laughing stock of his mother and her friends. He took a deep breath and pushed his anus against the head of his father’s cock. Tyrone felt the change in his son’s anus and began to push a little harder against the object of his deflowering desire.

“I see you’ve been trained in what to do to accept your father’s love, Erica,” said Tyrone as he felt Erica’s anus open and his cock begin to enter the eighteen year old.

“Yes, sir, daddy. I want to…” Erica stopped speaking as the pain of his anus opening and the final muscle fighting to give entrance to the invader failed in its attempt to keep the large black cock from entering his bowel. His eyes began to bulge out of their sockets, sweat began to form, and bead on his brow, but Erica was not going to yell out about the searing pain that was coursing though his body. He had enough presence of mind to remember what his mother taught him and continued to push against the invading cock like he was taking a giant shit. As he pushed out, the anal lubrication began to seep deeper into his body giving his father the ability to stretch the final muscle, and enter his bowel. Tyrone did not pause to say something to the gathered throng as his brother Marcus did when he deflowered Elena. He just continued to push his hard cock into his son’s sissy pussy. Just as the final impediment to his entering his son gave way, a small stream of red blood coursed down the crack of his pussy-ass, over his balls, and fell on the linen napkin that was strategically positioned under him.

“Yes, yes!!!” screamed Marcia. “Erica, I’m so proud of how you knew what to do to help your father enter the most precious of holes in your sweet sissy body.”

“Thank you mother. I remembered what to do and now I am a sissy!!!” mumbled Erica as she tried to answer her mother without screaming her head off.

Certain people in the room were spent from masturbating during the deflowering of Elena. The dominant women were loving the deflowering of another soon to be sissified man. Others were waiting for the impending orgasmic explosion of the two fathers that were imbedded into their child’s sexual organs. Marcia signaled both Marcus and Tyrone that is was ok to begin fucking without any hesitation her now deflowered children. Tyrone and Marcus began to move in unison as they used their extraordinarily large sexual organs to fuck their respective children.

Elena responded to the movement of her father in her by pressing her body back into him. She could not believe how much fluid her body was producing thus allowing her father to slide easily in and out of her pussy. Waves of sexual pleasure coursed though her body as she felt her father slide deep into her body and the pull back to where he was resting just inside the lips of her cunt. The pain of her deflowering was just a fading memory as the pleasures of a cock sliding in and out of her pussy began and continued coursing through her body. She loved the feeling of her father’s testicles bouncing against her body as he moved in and out of her. Erica cried out, “Yes, spoil me. What a way to lose your virginity. The first time and it’s with a cock that is huge!!! Fuck me daddy, fuck me!!!”

Erica also responded to the movement of his father entering and leaving his pussy-ass. Tyrone would take his father completely out of Erica’s pussy-ass and rub it up and down the crack. Erica would audibly moan when he felt the fullness leave him and by moving his pussy-ass up towards his father, he would signal to Tyrone that he needed to feel his father enter him again. Like his sister, Erica’s pain of deflowering was just a memory as she allowed her father to use her pussy-ass for his pleasure. The most obvious difference was the five inch erection that stood out from her body as a result of her father massaging her internal prostate clitoris. Joining the blood was an increasing amount of Erica’s cum, proving how much he loved being deflowered and fucked by his father.

Marcus and Tyrone continued to use their manhood on their children for some additional fifteen minutes occasionally looking at each other and smiling knowing they had added two more individuals to their conquest list. They timed their impending orgasm and both of them yelled out simultaneously, “Get ready my sweet child. I’m going to fill you with the same superior black sperm that created you.” They both pressed forward, raised their arms above their heads, and from the looks on their faces, one could tell they were filling Elena’s pussy and Erica’s pussy-ass with their hot cum. Elena and Erica reacted as they felt their fathers expand within their bodies, their individual sexual organs tighten around the shafts of their fathers, and a hot liquid begin to coat and fill the openings that were no longer sexual virgins. Each brother shot at least five ropes of hot thick cum into each child and upon completing their duties as the deflowers of their children removed their now flaccid, sperm, and blood covered cocks from their bodies.

Marcia surprised the brothers when she invited the cuckolded husbands to perform clean up duty on them just as long as it took place in the kitchen. She then invited the other participants to come behind her children to view the results of their deflowering. Marcia was ecstatic that she could see a princely amount of cum and a small amount of residual blood flowing from the now well used pussy and pussy-ass of her now sexually adult children. She wanted to lean in and kiss each of their sex and taste the fruit of their deflowering, but she promised that treat to a few select individuals. They would have the honor of tasting the fruit of the deflowering that now seeped from the stretched sexual organs of her children.

Elena and Erica remained prone, looking at each other, smiling, mouthing how they loved each other, how proud they were for celebrating their eighteenth birthday together, and giving up their virginity together to their newly found biological fathers. Elena had exploded with her first cock induced orgasm and lay recovering from her first fucking. The sweat that covered her body was not the result of fear, but of expended sexual energy. Erica could feel how open and empty her anus was after the fucking it received. He was amazed at the size of his erection during the intercourse and amount of ejaculate his own orgasm produced. They both knew and enjoyed that this was just the beginning of a long sweet sexually promiscuous life.



Happy Birthday



I came home from work early, so I begin dinner. As I take out the cucumbers for the salad, I giggle out loud. Somehow I am reminded of him. I preheat the oven, and begin putting the ingredients together for our shrimp and pasta dinner. As the oven heats up, so do I. I quickly decide that it is too hot for clothes. I stop what I am doing and remove everything but the apron. I look ridiculous, but he'll enjoy it. This night is for him. It is his birthday, and the presents I have in store for him are not like any he has ever received. 

I called him at work earlier. I pretended I was a client. I asked questions about a loan and then I told him his voice was sexy. He didn't respond right away, and I couldn't stifle a snicker. I quickly hung up, but I think he figured it was me. I smile just thinking about it. I pour myself a glass of sweet red wine and head to the living room to wait. On the way down the hall, I stop at the window and pull open the curtains. Just as I expected, I see her. I smile and wave and she waves back. She really is a beautiful woman. My heart pounds a little harder in anticipation of his gift. I hear his car in the drive and have a quick second thought. Should I go through with it, is it a good idea. When the front door opens all doubt is erased, I would do anything for this man. I love him so much, and I want him to be the happiest man alive. I go to him in just the apron and he smiles broadly. He stops me and tells me to turn around. I do and he playfully smacks my ass. He then drops his coat and his bag, takes a hold of my shoulders and spins me back around to face him. He is beautiful. He plants a big, wet, sloppy, kiss on my lips and asks if I had started without him. I tell him that this is his night not mine, and reach for the bulge in his pants and give it a little pat. What ever he desires is his. 

I look back up at him and realize that I do not have to ask about his day. His eyes tell the story. I know it was rotten. He says it was impossible to reach anyone today, and that he made no deals. The people who did call were rude. Then with a twinkle in his eye he asks me if I had called him. I knew he knew, so I could not lie. Then he makes me smile by telling me that from the point of the phone call on, he had to disguise his reaction under his desk. He knew his birthday was going to be fantastic, but he had no idea how fantastic it was truly going to be. I am giggling out loud, unable to stop myself. It might be nerves, but I am looking forward to tonight myself. I help him off with his clothes, and for once I do not nag him to pick them up off the floor. I guise him to the couch and get my glimpse of his long shaft. I shudder involuntarily. He notices. I wink and head to the kitchen to get him a beer. I am still wearing just the apron and his eyes burn into the back of me as he leaves.

When I return he is stretched out on the couch. I have to stop and turn the game off. Not tonight I tell him. He doesn't argue. He takes a long sip of his beer, and closes his eyes obviously trying to block out the day. I perch myself on the arm of the couch and wind my fingers into his hair. He starts to relax immediately. I rub his temples and his eyes close. I move my body to the floor in front of him. I kiss his neck and chest. He starts to purr. He is aching for me, I can see it. I answer him by taking it into my hands. I slowly stroke him while my tongue makes a line from his neck to his chest. I nibble on one nipple and then bite on the other. He smiles broadly and giggles. This is a new feeling for him. I know he likes it though because his rod is dancing in my hot little paws. I begin to rub his balls and every area around them. 

I am so hot, so wet. I raise my glass of wine to ly lips and take a long sip. I drip a little wine on his tight, tan abs. The sweet wine runs quickly over the ridges and puddles in his belly button. I am thirsty. I slowly lap it up. My hot breath on his stomach makes him arch his back into me. He says my name and pleads with his eyes. Of course I give him what he wants and take his cock deep inside my mouth. I suck and lick him until I know he cannot stand it anymore. I stand up and get on the couch with him. He is breathing heavy. I watch him for a moment, but his eyes are begging and I cannot resist. I straddle his cock and let a little of me drip onto the tip of his eager tool. I lower myself onto him. He is already throbbing. He has waited for me all day. I have been thinking about this too. I take every inch of his steaming cock inside me. I want to savor every sensation. He hods my tight to him. 

We writhe in our own sweat. It is so good to feel his warm beautiful body against mine. He is so intense the way he is holding my hair and that I know he is close again. He doesn't forget to look deep into my eyes. He buries his face into my chest and takes a deep breath. All he can smell is our bodies together so close to the edge. He keeps pumping his big cock inside of me while I take his fingers into my mouth. I slowly suck his fingertips. He tasted so good. He takes in another deep breath and I get ready. Through our moans I feel his hot cum stream inside of me. I scream out his name, and my whole body shakes. I kiss his lips passionately. His strong arms are around me and neither of us wants to move. He tells me that I am beautiful, and my heart skips a beat knowing that I am the luckiest woman in the world.

After what seems like hours, we slowly untangle ourselves and lie on the couch side by side. I pick up my wine and sip it slowly until it is gone. We do not speak, only gaze. He knows that I am totally his. 

When the doorbell rings, we both jump. Finally! I am no longer tired, because I know what this visitor has planned. We fight over who is going to have to get up and answer it. I win as always and he has to get up. I smack his ass playfully as he parades by. I stare at his beautiful body glistening in the light pouring in through the open curtains. He walks straight to the door without stopping to put anything on. I cannot believe he is going to the door nude, but knowing who is waiting on the other side, I giggle out loud. He laughs too and tries to cover himself with a pillow. I wait nervously as he opens the door for her. She quickly grabs the pillow from his hands and runs for the kitchen. He is blushing, but isn't worried or upset. He sees me laughing and knows this was my plan. Her long straight red hair catches the curtains as she runs by them. The light casts shadows across her bright green eyes.

I come to his rescue and run into the kitchen to retrieve his shield. He just shakes his head and goes to grab the empty wine glasses. He is fully expecting to put them into the dishwasher and is humming absentmindedly when he enters the kitchen. His breath is suddenly caught in his throat. She is standing in the middle of the kitchen without a stitch of clothing on her beautiful body. He sets the glasses on the counter, and cannot help but wonder out loud how we managed that so fast. His eyes ask us if we have had practice. Our eyes answer back with a twinkle. He makes himself comfortable at the table and I notice a stirring down below. He is beginning to rise to the occasion again. She pushes her hair off of her shoulders fully exposing her soft breasts. They are full and round, and by the way his mouth is hanging open, I can tell he cannot believe their size. I take one of them into my hand and wink at him. I know he is going to enjoy this. I begin to roll her nipples between my fingers and they become instantly hard. She is doing the same for mine, and it isn't long before both of us are standing out. I put my mouth on her and slowly suck and nibble.

He is totally hard now. I wink at my love again as I guide her to the table at which he is seated. She is rather tall, and her legs are still resting on the floor, even though her tight little ass is sitting on the table. Her legs fall open in front of him. He starts to reach for her, but I stop his hand. I kiss him hard and then take his cock in one hand. In my other hand I now hold a shaven pussy. Smooth and wet. My finger darts inside her lips and his does too, into mine. We all utter a husky groan. Although this is the first time Michael has set eyes on her, she has seen him many times. She has been a silent participant in our lovemaking for some time. She has watched us through the same open curtains that her red mane got tangled in minutes before. He rises and stands behind me. He wants to join the fun. He wants to bury himself inside me but I don't let him. Not yet.

She is back up on the table and I part her beautiful, smooth lips with my tongue. I drink up everything that I find there. He walks to the other side of the table and she reaches for his cock. He moves his hips closer to her. She plays with the tip in her mouth. Her tongue makes small circles around his head. She tries to keep quiet but cannot. The feelings running through her from her pussy to her mouth are enough to make her moan. I can not believe how much of him disappears in to her mouth. He is in heaven. So am I. Again I spread her lips to expose her swollen button. She wants to be fucked. Hard. He looks to me asking for permission. I want this as much as he does, so of course I give it. I step back, my face moist and shiny from her juices, and watch as he comes closer to her. He moves in with his cock pointing straight up. I guide him into her, and rub her clit light and fast as begins to fuck this beautiful woman. We are all overtaken by the passion and are making much noise. I want in on the fun. I climb atop the table and put my knees on either side of her head. 

I lower my quivering pussy onto her open eager mouth. I am facing him as he pounds his cock into her. He reaches forward and grabs my tits, hard. While he is fucking her I pull him toward me to kiss his lips. Our mouths are open and I am licking his teeth and sucking on his tongue. The vision of the three of us locked into a position of ecstasy gives new meaning to the term love triangle. He begins to shake. We all do. His eyes roll back slightly and he grabs each of our breasts. He screams my name. He pumps his huge cock into her until he starts to cum. He pulls out at just that moment so I can watch him explode. The sight is almost too hard for me to handle and I cum all over her beautiful face, while he cums on her large breasts. She rolls over and makes room for me to lie on the table. He lays his body on top of mine. I love the weight of him on me. I take him into my arms and promise him that I will be with him forever. We lie still for quite some time enjoying the aftermath. When we finally have come down enough to loosen our embrace, we notice, the wine glasses were put into the dishwasher, and she and her Clothes are gone. I sit on his lap, look into his eyes and say, "Happy Birthday, Baby!" 

The bad news is, dinner is burned. He still loves me. I smile.



Happy Birthday



You get an envelope in the mail. No name on the outside, but you recognize the post mark. You wonder, "What is that girl up to now?"

You open the envelope. Just a birthday card. Well, that's nice. Then you open the card. Inside you find a short handwritten note. It simply says to meet me at a specific hotel at 8:00 Saturday night. 

This piques your interest. I am finally giving you what you have been requesting for months...a full night together.

On the proposed day I go to the hotel and check in early. I give the clerk directions to give you a key to my room when you inquire about me, and to call me when you are on your way.

In the time between my arrival and yours I keep myself busy with preparations. I go to the toy store and pick up a few things we may want later, I go to the lingerie store and buy something new, and I prepare myself. I take a shower and shave making sure to leave my pussy unshaven (as it has been for a few days). I make sure my finger nails are perfect and my toes are done.

I am reading a magazine and anticipating the evening to come when the phone rings. I know who it is...only one person knows where I am. The clerk tells me you are on the way. I arrange myself on the bed and am looking comfortable when you open the door. My excitement is hard to contain.

I stay on the bed long enough for you to see me and take in the sight of the things I have done to prepare for you. Then, I am next to you. Pulling you down to kiss me. We both let out a small moan of pleasure at the contact we have long awaited, neither of us willing to break the kiss yet. You pick me up easily bringing me to your level. My legs wrap around you as if on their own, pulling me closer to you. 

You sit down onto the bed, freeing your hands up to explore. Your hands move to my face and down my body. They stop at my breasts feeling them beneath the light material of my nighty. You caress them and tweak the nipples feeling them harden and hearing me moan at your touch. I am feeling your arousal beneath me. Your hands continue on, down my body over my ribs and stomach, over my hips to rest on my thighs momentarily. Your hands retrace their path back up my body and come to rest on my breasts once again.

You lay me down and remove my panties. As you look up at me you notice the items laid out on the side table. You grin knowing exactly what I had in mind as you take inventory of what is there: a basin for water, a razor, shave gel, extra towels, a small torpedo vibrator, a very large dildo.

You get up from next to me to inspect my display. You pick up the large dildo and hand it to me telling me to give you the live show that you have watched so many times. 

Before I take the dildo from your hand I reach for your fly. I unbutton and unzip your pants, reach in and take your semi-rigid cock from its restraint. I am drawn to it. My hands are caressing you and I need to feel you in my mouth. I take your cock into my open mouth and slowly run my tongue across the tip of the head. I slowly start sucking on just the head of your cock until you are fully hard. 

When you are hard, and begin to moan I stop. I take the dildo from your hand and lay back on the bed...my legs spread wide in your direction so you can see exactly what I am doing. I slide the tip of my toy up and down my already wet slit teasing myself. Finally, I place the head into my opening. Slowly, I work my toy into my pussy watching you slowly stroke your cock the whole time. I am working the dildo into me harder and faster with every stroke. The excitement of giving you a live show almost pushing me over the edge. I can't quite get the angle I need. I beg you to help me, please. You take the dildo from my hand and begin moving it in and out of me. I lay there writhing in pleasure. When I am near orgasm you stop telling me that it's not time yet.

You bend down to replace the dildo with your mouth, but stop when you see the blond hair that I have left growing. Without a word, you get up and take the water basin to the sink. You set the basin of warm water next to me and place towels beneath me. The water feels good against my swollen skin. You rub the rich lather over me and take to your task. Your fingers pull my skin taught and you begin shaving me. I am enjoying this new experience more than even I expected. The combination of your fingers and the razor on me is exhilarating. As you move down you are also letting your fingers drift once in a while. Each time your finger touches my slick inner lips I moan with pleasure. You take your time with this task making sure that it will be something I will remember for a long time to come. 

When you are satisfied that my skin is smooth enough, you walk away again. This time I hear the shower running. You come back and carry me to the bathroom where I take your cloths off you, kissing your skin as I go. When I reach your waist again my mouth finds your waiting cock. I lick and gently suck your flesh for a few minutes before starting our shower. 

Once in the shower, we take our time. We slowly lather each others bodies exploring as we go stopping occasionally to kiss, lick, or nibble an especially alluring area. 

When we are done, you wrap me in a towel and take me back to the bed. You return to the task you started earlier. When your mouth touches my freshly shaven skin I let out a moan. Where your fingers explored just moments ago your mouth now takes their place. Your tongue darting in and out of me and over my sensitive lips. You suck and lick just about every millimeter of me as I moan and my hips undulate from your touch. Finally, you allow me my first orgasm as my hands are wrapped around your head and I am screaming in pleasure. I know this is just the beginning, but the release is so great.

As I come down from my peak I have a hunger that only you can satisfy. I need to have you in my mouth. You are over me and I begin licking just the tip of you. Slowly, I lick your entire cock from the tip to the base being sure to pay particular attention to the sensitive underside. I reach up and take your balls one at a time into my mouth and give the same treatment that I have just given your cock. I lick my way back up to the head. When I reach the head my tongue swirls around the tip as my lips engulf it. Slowly I begin gently massaging your cock with my mouth, working it in and out a little more each time. You hit the back of my throat and I hear you let out a soft moan. I continue on. Slowly, I am taking you down my throat further and further. My pussy is dripping wet, and your moans are getting deeper. Your thick cock is stretching my throat and you are reaching parts of me that have never been touched. I feel your cock straining against me.

I pull your cock from my throat. You roll from above me, and I move on top of you. I straddle your chest and kiss you deeply, our tongues intertwining. My hips begin moving on their own again. I am rubbing against your chest, my juices running over your skin. I slide down your stomach kissing, licking and nibbling as I go. 

My ass bumps against your cock. I slide the head of your cock between my lips. I reach my hand between us and begin rubbing you against my swollen pussy and clit. I sit up so that I can grind against you properly. I hold your firmly in my hand and rub and grind against you, sliding you up my slit and back to my peak. 

My juices are running over your cock and my hand and I have to feel you in me. The last time that I slide you past my opening I angle my hips so that you slide into me. I let out a small sigh as I feel your hot cock begin pushing its way into me. Slowly, I ease myself down your long hard shaft, feeling you pressing against the walls of my pussy. I am sliding down your cock and driving us both up the wall. You are pressing deeper into me than any man before you and I want to savor the feeling. Eventually, you are totally in me, your balls nestled in my ass and my clit pressed tightly against you. My pussy rhythmically spasms against you. 

I lean in and kiss your chest as I begin slowly moving up and down on your cock making sure it hits home on every stroke. I begin moving harder and faster. My small breasts are bouncing as I slam down onto your cock over and over. Your hands are on my hips helping me move. 

I am so close to orgasm, yet can't cum. I need to feel the release and begin begging you, "Please, Baby, please roll me over and fuck me. Please make me cum." The urgency in my voice tells you I am ready. 

You put your arm around my back and roll us both over onto my back. You slowly begin moving in and out of me again. Slowly, you pull almost out of me and sink back in. I move up to try and hurry you, but you don't let me. You are going to take your time. My legs are wrapped around you pulling you to me. I am begging you to go harder. 

Finally, you start doing what I have been begging for. Your cock is pounding in and out of me. You are moving so hard my whole body is moving from the force. I am screaming in pleasure begging you not to stop. My legs are wrapped tightly around you now, and I am so close to cumming that I can't stand it. Then you do it. You burry yourself as deeply in me as humanly possible and you stop. That sends me over the edge. I start spasming and screaming, the sheets locked in my fists so I don't scratch you. Then I feel it...you are cumming too. That sends me even further over the edge. My pussy is locked on your cock and my legs are not letting you move. We stay like that for a long time until I am finally starting to come down from my peak. You roll off me, but I am not done. I lay there still lost in my orgasm for a long time more.

Finally, I am able to move again. I roll over to you, give you a deep kiss, and ask for something cold to drink. I would get it myself, but my muscles all feel like Jell-O.

After we have rested I roll over and begin kissing down your chest again. When I get to your cock, it begins to rise. I just smile and think to myself, "I'm glad we have all night..." 



Happy Birthday 2nd Party



Two weeks after the first party, all five men found themselves standing on Rachel's doorstep. By tacit agreement, the party was to be where it had been held the first time, since that location had worked out so well. This time Brian knocked on the door while Dan, Matt, Jeff, and Jon stood laughing behind him.

"Come in," called a husky female voice.

"Party time, boys," grinned Brian, as he opened the door and stepped inside.

The men came into the entryway and stopped at the entrance to the dining room to appreciate the sight before them. The room was set up to resemble an olden-day saloon. The carpet had been rolled away so two round tables and big wooden chairs rested on the bare wood floor. The tables were pushed together so everyone would have a chair facing the bar that had been placed in front of where the stage had been. An upright grand piano was placed diagonally to the bar, keys facing the room. As before, though, what really drew the men's attention were the outfits of their servers for the evening.

"Hell, yeah," said Daniel quietly under his breath as Jeff elbowed him, grinning.

Rachel was standing behind the bar, visible from the waist up, wearing a black corset, tightly laced up the front with a pink ribbon. The corset had pushed her breasts up and together, exposing her dark areoles almost to the nipple. Her hair was done up in raven curls, a few of which were hanging down over her shoulder to lie against the creamy flesh of her breast. Her corset matched Linda's, who was also wearing a choker, a pink quartz stone hanging between her breasts from a black satin ribbon. Linda lounged against the side of the piano, her hands behind her, thrusting her breasts up over the top of her corset. She had one leg bent, the ankle-length black boot propped against the piano.

"Those tights are so fucking hot!" Jeff whispered excitedly to Matt, checking out the black fishnet tights both Linda and Mary were wearing, held on by black lacy garters with a pink bow.

The lacy elastic of their little lacy black bloomer shorts stopped just above the garter on their legs and at their waist just below the corset, leaving inches of creamy flesh exposed at either end. As Linda swung her bent knee a little, the men could see glimpses of pink flesh and black curls showing through a slit in the crotch of her shorts. Mary was standing next to one of the tables, slowly shuffling a deck of cards. Her corset was different in its design, with hook and eye clasps, the top four of which were undone, causing her breasts to almost spill out of her top each time she shuffled the deck.

"Stick ‘em up, boys," drawled a slow voice behind the awe-struck men.

They turned to see Sadie and Katie standing behind them, pointing fake pistols at their backs.

"Holy shit," breathed Jon as the girls sheathed their guns and walked past the men into the room.

The sisters wore matching outfits, with gun belts slung low on their hips over a red-checkered thong. They wore a red cowboy hat over their shoulder-length straight blonde hair and red cowboy boots to match the thong. Little suede vests completed their outfits, ending just below their breasts with fringe extending down to their navels. The vests were held on with one string tied in the middle, allowing the inner curve of their pert breasts to be seen between the sides. Each side of the vests had "Sheriff" embroidered in gold thread. Underneath each "Sheriff", there was a sheriff's star cut out of the fabric, showcasing a hard pink nipple through each star.

"Heard you were from cowboy territory, Tex," drawled Sadie as she slid her arm around Katie's waist, "so we decided to give you a little taste of your home state."

"I think this is a definite improvement," Brian admired as he and the men stepped into the room, each man going towards his server for the night.

"Can I get you something to drink?" asked Rachel, leaning her elbows on the bar, pressing her breasts even higher as Daniel stepped up to the bar.

"I do have a powerful thirst," quipped Daniel, looking down at her exposed cleavage, "but I don't think alcohol's going to do the trick."

Jeff moved across the room, keeping his eyes on Linda, looking her up and down as she leaned back against the piano. Stopping in front of her, Jeff slid one jean-clad thigh in-between her legs, parting them as he leaned into her. Linda shivered as she felt the rough material slide against her pussy lips, exposed by the slit in her shorts.

"I like your choker," Jeff whispered in Linda's ear, licking the outside rim of it, sending little shivers down Linda's spine while trailing his fingers around the edge of her choker and down the quartz stone between her breasts.

"Thanks," Linda whispered back, feeling her juices begin to flow as Jeff moved his knee a little higher, rubbing it back and forth.

"Care for a game of cards?" inquired Mary as Matt approached.

"Strip poker?" grinned Matt, sliding his arms around her, trapping her arms between their two bodies, pushing her breasts together and causing the right one to slip out of the corset.

"Maybe later, after dinner and the show," suggested Mary, purposefully pushing away on his chest and squirming in his arms, allowing the other breast to slip out as well.

"I like the preview you're giving me," admired Matt, bending his head to take a hard nipple into his mouth.

"D'you mean to tell me," Katie asked Brian as he and Jon closed in on her and Sadie, "that they don't dress like this in Texas all the time?"

"No," answered Brian, his fingers flitting over Sadie's abdomen as he played with the fringe on her vest, "only on very special occasions."

"Doesn't your birthday count as a special occasion?" Sadie wanted to know, releasing her sister's waist to loop her arms around Brian's neck, causing the vest to ride up, exposing the under curve of her breasts.

"I'd say it's real special," answered John, his left hand already cupping Katie's ass while his right thumb gently massaged her exposed nipple.

"Mmmmm," moaned Katie as John rubbed the pad of his thumb over her nipple, laying her head on his shoulder. "That feels so good."

John ran his finger underneath the strap of Katie's thong, sliding down over her butt cheeks, between her legs, and, testing her wetness, slid his finger deep inside of her.

"How about when I do that?" he asked, grinning, as Katie dug her nails into his shoulders while he slid his finger in and out of her.

"Even better," gasped Katie, quivering as John quickly stroked her pussy.

"Okay, everyone, time to get this party really started!" called Rachel as she sat on the bar and swung her legs over to sit facing the room.

Dan grabbed her around the waist and swung her down from the bar.

"Gentlemen, could I please have you take seats at the tables? We'll be bringing your food in and the show will start shortly."

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The women led the men to their seats, reluctantly leaving them with little kisses and touches as they followed Rachel through the saloon-style swinging doors that led to the kitchen, hurriedly straightening their clothing. Moments later they returned, carrying wooden trays. On each tray was a plate with four shish kabobs consisting of beef, onions, cherry tomatoes, and red and green peppers, garlic mashed potatoes with melted butter, and French cut green beans. There was a selection of dipping sauces and gravy, and as each woman served her man, she offered him a selection of beer choices served in frosted mugs.

"Oooh!" squealed Katie when Jon slid his frosted mug across her bare ass as she leaned over the table putting down his tray.

"Hey, that's a good idea," grinned Brian, grabbing Sadie around the waist and hauling her into his lap. He grabbed his mug, trying to make it touch Sadie's prominent nipples as she squirmed on his lap, avoiding the mug.

"Tickle her!" suggested Katie, laughing at her sister's struggles against Brian and his mug.

Brian immediately began tickling Sadie with one hand while still trying to touch her with the mug in his other.

"Katie! I'm going to kill you!" gasped Sadie, giggling when she felt his cock grow beneath her as she squirmed harder and harder in Brian's lap, trying to avoid both his hands.

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"I bet you couldn't sit still while I ran this mug over your body," Jeff teased Linda as she handed him his frozen mug.

Linda smirked. "Bet I could."

"Come here then and let's find out," Jeff suggested, pulling Linda towards him. Turning her around, he sat her on his lap, her back against his chest, pushing her legs to spread apart on either side of his legs. The elastic on the legs of her shorts caused them to ride up to her crotch, leaving most of her thighs bare above her garters.

"This isn't fair; how come you get to chose how I sit?" Linda complained, already moving against him as she felt him begin to stir inside his pants.

"Because I'm the one that dared you, so I get to make up the rules," explained Jeff, wrapping her hands around the arms of the chair. "You can't let go of the arms and your legs have to stay spread, no matter where I put the glass, okay? If you let go or close your legs, you lose."

"What do I lose?" asked Linda, already getting wet, thinking about submitting to what he wanted to do to her.

"I'll decide that if I win," Jeff told her. "Ready?" 

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"Would you like me to feed you?" Mary asked Matt, standing between his legs, leaning back against the table. She picked up a shish kabob and slid a piece of meat off the end. Leaning over Matt, her breasts once again almost escaping from the corset top, she popped the bite into his mouth. Matt caught her hand before she could move away. He chewed and swallowed, then brought her hand to his lips.

"Mmmm," Mary moaned low in her throat as Matt slowly licked each finger, bringing them into his mouth one at a time and sucking on each one, giving little tugs and scraping gently with his teeth.

"God, I feel that deep inside me," gasped Mary, gripping the edge of the table with her free hand, struggling to stand as she felt each lick of his tongue on her finger as if he had licked the inside of her pussy lips instead.

"Every time you suck on my finger it feels like you're sucking on my nipples," she moaned.

"I can change that," said Matt, gently pulling her toward him until her breasts were almost touching his face. Still sucking on her middle finger, Matt undid the clasps, letting the corset fall to the floor, leaving Mary topless.

"Oh my god, that feels so good," sighed Mary when Matt ran her wet finger, just removed from his mouth, around and around her own nipple. She braced herself by putting her hands on Matt's shoulders as he gently pulled her towards him, his hands on her waist and lower back, until her nipple was at his lips.

"Yes!" gasped Mary, "oh, please, yes!" when his tongue snaked out and licked her nipples, first one, then the other, going back and forth between the two, pulling with his lips, gently biting with his teeth.

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"I've missed you, Sis," Dan told his step-sister, Rachel, as she served him, grabbing her around the waist and spinning her around to face him. Moving his hands down to grasp her ass, he kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling while Rachel arched herself against him, standing on tip toes to better feel his erection pushing against her.

"Mmmm, me too," Rachel answered him, grabbing one of his hands and putting it on her corset-covered breast. "I can't wait for you to touch me again. Ever since last time, all I could think about was how amazing it was to fuck you and how I couldn't wait to do it again."

"You won't have to wait much longer, baby," Dan promised, emphasizing his words by pressing hard against her.

"Just hold on a little longer," Rachel murmured against his lips before reluctantly pulling away. "I've got to go make sure the show is going to start off smoothly. I'll be back ASAP."

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"Agh! Brian!" Sadie screeched, as beer sloshed over the side of the mug all over her front, causing her nipples to contract and become hardened little points.

Brian set the mug down on the table.

"It's okay, I like it better this way," he told her as he began to lick the beer from her body. Sadie stretched her body out over the arm holding her up so he could reach her waist where the beer had dripped. Brian licked along her gun belt, tasting the beer on her skin and feeling her slight goose bumps beneath his tongue. He tickled her belly button and moved the fringe from her vest out of his way as he began to work his way up her rib cage. Sadie's breaths started to come in gasps as Brian licked up the center of her body and the curves of her breasts, uncovered by the gap in between the sides of the vest.

"Mmm, don't stop, Brian please," moaned Sadie as he trailed his tongue along her collar bone and around her neck.

"Oops, almost missed a stop," he murmured against her skin, moving his mouth to her tight nipple, poking through the Sheriff's star in her vest.

"Yes, yes, please!" gasped Sadie when he flicked her nipple with his tongue, finally closing his lips around it and gently sucking, rolling it with his lips and tongue.

"I'm jealous," whispered Jon in Katie's ear, as they sat watching Brian and Sadie. "I think his beer tastes better than mine does."

Jon and Brian having sat next to each other, Katie and Jon had a perfect view of Brian's exploration of Sadie's beer-christened body. Katie lay draped over Jon's lap, opposite to Sadie, watching while Brian moved to Sadie's other nipple, cleansing it of every drip of beer with his tongue.

"You're welcome to try it his way," Katie offered Jon, moving against his hand which was between her legs, his fingers gently sliding up and down against her thong-covered pussy, feeling the material get wetter as she felt his hand and watched her sister.


"I'm counting on it for later," Jon assured her, working his finger into her slightly, still separated from her flesh by her thong.

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Jeff brought the mug up to her cheek and ran it across her lips. Linda's tongue darted out and licked the mug, leaving a small trail of unfrozen glass.

"Cold," she shivered, licking her cold lips while Jeff slowly slid the mug down her neck and across her shoulders.

"You can't move, remember," he told her, untying the ribbon holding her corset closed with one hand as he ran the base of the mug over the tops of her breasts. Sliding his finger beneath the ribbon, he pulled down, making the ribbon slide out of its holes, letting the corset gape open and expose Linda's breasts, nipples already standing at attention as the goose bumps rose on her skin.

"I remember," Linda choked out when Jeff slowly circled the mug around her left nipple, then rolled it between her breasts, and circled it again around her right nipple. Her nipples began to go numb as Jeff continued to put the ice cold mug on them, switching from nipple to nipple, pushing against one, and rolling the mug against another. Just as Linda couldn't stand it anymore, Jeff moved the mug lower, trailing it along her abdomen, near the top of her shorts.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" asked John, his fingers finding the slit in the crotch of Linda's bloomers. He spread the material wide, on either side of Linda's pussy lips.

"Spread wider for me," he whispered in her ear, running the mug along the inside of first one thigh, then the other, spreading her legs wider across his lap while he spread the material as wide open as it would go. Her pussy lips began to gape open as her thighs spread farther apart and Jeff could see how wet she was by the moisture glinting off her black curls.

"Oh god, that's going to be cold," quivered Linda, bracing herself as Jeff began to move the mug toward her open and exposed pussy.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" cried Rachel, standing before the bar in front of the stage, "May I have your attention please! I would like to present to you the High-Steppers Dance Troupe!"

Everyone able to clapped, as eight women came onstage. Each woman was wearing white calf-length cowboy boots which showcased eight very long pairs of legs exposed almost to crotch-level. Their skirts were red-and-white checked and stood out due to the number of starched white petticoats underneath. When the women curtsied to the audience, it was apparent they weren't wearing anything beneath those skirts as eight pussies were flashed, all shaved bare and glistening. Strapless bandana-style checkered shirts were worn, tied in a bow in back, covering their breasts, and ending in a point above the navel. All eight women had brown shoulder-length hair, covered by a white cowboy hat.

One of the women jumped off-stage to the piano. Flashing everyone her perfectly tanned and rounded ass, she flipped out her skirts behind her, sat down at the piano, and began to play a country-western saloon song. Onstage, the remaining seven women began step dancing, hands on their hips, stepping high, kicking up their knees. The melody moved into a can-can as the girls came together in a row, arms around each other, kicking their legs up high in time to the music, flashing more warm pink flesh on each kick. Suddenly, the bandana shirts of the girls on the end and the girl in the middle fell away, leaving the girls to kick their legs topless, newly exposed breasts bouncing with each kick. The next two girls in line on each side began to step back as the topless girls came together to form a line of three. At a cue in the music, the middle girl turned around, bending over and flipping up her skirt, revealing her pretty heart-shaped cheeks. The other two girls turned towards her and began to dance, pretending they were riding horses. With one hand placed on the middle girl's back, and waving their other hands in front of them, they would alternate smacking a butt cheek of the girl bent over.

"Oooh!" squealed the girl, each time her cheeks were smacked, getting pinker with each slap.

"Ayie-yie-yie-yie-yie! Yeeee-haw!" cried the other two, beginning to caress her buttocks as well as smack. The music began to get a little slower as the girls on the end would smack, then caress a butt cheek, running their fingers down towards her pussy with each caress.

Suddenly, the four women who had disappeared came back onstage. Their bandana shirts were now tied over their faces to cover their mouths, leaving their breasts bare, and they held fake rubber pistols. The music continued to play as if in a silent movie while the four women pretended to hold up the other three. Onstage now in the middle was a wagon bed, the back open and facing the audience. On either side of it were two independent rail fences, each with a large boulder in front of it. Two of the women with fake guns pretended to keep the other three covered while one by one, the other two women tied them up.

"Women with guns are really sexy," murmured Jon in Katie's ear.

"Only if they know how to use them properly," she answered, rubbing her hand up and down his hard erection through his pants.

The piano music began to slow down and become sinister as the two girls who had spanked the third were each brought to a fence rail. Their feet were tied together, but straddling the boulder placed before each fence, so their legs were spread apart. Then they were forced to lean over and spread their arms out, their shoulders resting against the fence rail while their arms were tied, spread, to either fence post. This caused their skirts to stand straight up in back, clearly showing the audience their long legs, open pussy, and round ass cheeks. One of the captors stood beside each captive woman, pointing their guns at them. The remaining two captors took the girl who had been spanked and had her sit on the edge of the open wagon. A rope was tied to each ankle, which was then tied to a wagon wheel, spreading her legs far apart, her pussy clearly showcased beneath her puffy skirt. Her breasts were thrust up as her hands were tied behind her back. 




Happy Birthday 2nd Party



"This show is amazing!" Daniel complimented Rachel who was sitting in his lap, his left hand gently massaging a breast and tweaking the nipple as he sipped the beer in his other hand, avidly watching the stage to see what would happen next.

The music began to pick up as the captor in the wagon knelt behind the tied up girl. She forced the girl to lean back against her, off balance, pushing her pussy off the edge of the wagon. The music tempo got faster as, on cue, all the captor women flipped a switch on their guns, causing the guns to vibrate, and began running the guns over their tied-up captives' bodies.

"Holy shit! Those are vibrators!" exclaimed Dan, turning Rachel's head towards him and kissing her passionately.

The tied women onstage began trying to squirm, but whether towards the vibrating pistols or away were unclear as their captors ran the vibrators over their nipples and breasts, around their butt cheeks and up their thighs, but never quite reaching between their legs. The tied woman in the wagon was being held in place by the woman kneeling behind her. The captor had trapped her tied hands between her knees and was now running her own hands over the tied woman's breasts, caressing them, and squeezing them for the other woman to run the vibrator against the nipples. The tied woman's breaths came faster and she began to pant as her breasts continued to be caressed while the vibrator moved down her body. As the music became still faster, the captors all began sliding the vibrator up and down their captives' pussies, slipping it in a little, then pulling it out and running it up and around their clits. Suddenly, all three vibrators were plunged into waiting pussies, making all three captives cry out in stunned pleasure, as they were all three now being fucked with the fake pistols. Music played faster as the pistols moved in an out. Each captor kneeled below each captive, thrusting the vibrators in and out, faster and faster, everyone's breaths coming in gasps and pants.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yessss!" squealed the woman in the wagon as she began to cum, thrusting her hips against the vibrator while the other captor tugged on her nipples.

Hearing the other woman cum made the two girls on the end cum as well as the captors pushed the vibrators in harder and faster, prolonging their orgasms as waves of pleasure ran through their bodies. Then, it was over, as the music stopped and all of the girls stood or kneeled, limp and exhausted. The captives were untied and everyone applauded as the women onstage curtsied again, smiling widely, and left the stage.

"Wow, Rachel, that show was incredible!" Matt exclaimed. "I don't know how I didn't cum just watching that!"

"Thanks Matt," answered Rachel, "but I think it's because Mary would have been really disappointed." 

She looked meaningfully at Mary who was massaging her own breast. Matt held her other hand and was moving her fingers in and out of her pussy. Matt smiled at Mary as he lifted her hand, glistening with her own juices, and licked each finger.

"You're right, Rachel," he said, "and I make it a point never to disappoint a lady," sliding Mary's fingers back into her wet snatch.

"If you don't want to disappoint me, then you better fuck me soon," Mary whispered in his ear, "I'm about to cum."

"I want to see you make yourself cum," Matt murmured back, moving her hand faster as Mary added a third finger, sliding in and out. "It's so sexy to watch you finger yourself. I almost couldn't watch the show because I was too busy watching you."

"Well, in that case, I know right where we should go."

Mary kissed Matt deeply, slipping her tongue between his lips to play with his tongue before darting back out again. She stood up and grabbed Matt's hands, pulling him out of his chair.

"Follow me," she said, leading him out into the hall and to the stairs.

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"I think they've got the right idea," Dan told Rachel, nuzzling her neck. "Waddya say we blow this popsicle stand?"

"Just what I had in mind," Rachel agreed, standing up and leading Dan out of the room.

"What was your favorite part of the show?" she asked, leading him upstairs.

Dan's eyes followed her slender legs and pert bouncing butt in front of him as he answered, "I liked it when the girl was getting spanked by the other two. I've always had a bit of a fascination with spanking and that scene was pretty hot. What was yours?"

Rachel stopped at the entrance to the master bedroom and turned to face him. 

"That was my favorite scene, too," she told Dan, blushing. "I used to wonder as I got older at what age Mommy and Daddy would stop spanking me. I think I was 12 or 13 when they stopped spanking me bare-cheeked, but they still swat me from time to time even now. It always gives me a little thrill," she confessed.

Dan raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously as he looked at her.

"Has Rachel been a naughty girl at all lately?" he asked, questioning her acceptance in his tone.

Rachel grinned in realization of his intent.

"Does thinking about wanting to fuck my step-brother count?" she asked, trying to look like a rebellious teen as Dan backed her into the room.

"I think it does, young lady," Dan told her. "It means you've been a very very naughty girl and you should be punished."

"What are you going to do?" Rachel asked belligerently, hands on her hips. "Spank me?"

"That's exactly what I intend to do, miss!" Dan informed her.

"You'll have to catch me first!" Rachel declared, spinning around and running for the adjoining bathroom.

Dan dashed after her, slapping his hand on the door before she could slam it in his face. Rachel squealed and turned to run through the other door, but Dan had managed to grab her bloomer pants. There was a rip, and then Rachel ran through the door leading to the hallway, leaving her flimsy shorts behind her in Dan's hands, now wearing only the shoes, tights, and corset. Looking left and right, she decided to dash back through into the bedroom. Upon entering the room, she ran towards the bed, hoping to climb over it and slow Dan down.

"Oooh!" she squealed as she was hit by Dan's flying tackle from the bathroom where he had waited.

They fell onto the bed and rolled over until Dan was on top, pinning her legs with his lower body and holding her arms tight above her head.

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"So, where were we before the entertainment started?" Jeff asked Linda who was still on his lap, topless with her legs spread.

"I think I was about to win that little bet of yours," Linda answered smugly, replacing her hands on the arms of the chair. "Care to continue?"

"Of course," Jeff told her, reaching for his mug. "I believe I was at the best part."

Jeff ran the mug up the inside of her thighs, making sure they were still spread wide apart. With his left hand he held open the slit of her bloomers while he moved the mug between her legs. Linda gripped the arms of the chair as she felt the ice cold mug touch the top of her pussy.

"Aaah, that's soo cold!" Linda gasped when Jeff pushed the mug fully against her open pussy.

"Gonna move?" Jeff teased her, holding the mug pressed tightly against her, frost melting as her juices mingled with condensation from the glass.

"Not on your life," grimaced Linda, arms and legs quivering as she fought not to pull away from the freezing cold mug.

"I guess you win, then," conceded Jeff, removing the mug and replacing it with his warm palm. "Oooh, you feel a little chilled. Do you want me to warm you up?"

"I think I'd enjoy that," Linda answered, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, her breasts lifting, tight nipples standing at attention. "How do you plan to start?"

"You know how to get rid of hypothermia, right?" Jeff asked, one hand moving up to cup a breast, nipple in the center of his palm. "The two people have to be naked and pressed together to share body heat."

"We better get you out of those clothes then before I die of exposure," Linda told him.

Jeff helped her stand up, his hands cupping her ass cheeks as she slid off his lap. He gently squeezed, then stood up himself.

"I know just the place," Linda volunteered, taking his hand and pulling him toward the living room.

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"Allow me," Matt said, gallantly picking her up in his arms before climbing the stairs.

Mary directed him to take a left at the stop of the stairs and stop at the third door on the right. Opening the door, Matt stepped into the room and, shutting the door with his foot, laid Mary down on the queen-sized bed in the middle of the room. Mary pulled Matt down onto the bed beside her and told him to look up at the ceiling.

"See anything you like?" she asked, grinning as they looked up at the mirror placed on the ceiling.

Mary was lying on her back, one arm under Matt, the other hand already plumping up her breast, her fingers playing with her nipple. One knee was bent up, allowing for the slit in the bloomers to gape slightly, causing a little pink flesh to peek through. Her other leg was trapped under Matt's, who was lying half on his front, half on his side, his upper body twisted around to see the mirror. 

"Everything I see I like," Matt answered, turning more onto his side, freeing Mary's other arm, trying to divide his attention between the actual Mary beside him and her fascinating reflection in the mirror above.

"What would you like me to do?" Mary wanted to know, reaching up to grab a pillow and place it under her upper body, so she was slightly reclining.

"If you're okay with it, I would love to watch you make yourself cum," Matt told her, pulling his shirt off over his head and toeing off his shoes.

As he watched, Mary brought her hand up to her mouth, sucked on her finger, and then trailed her wet finger around her nipple. Sliding her hand other down her body until she reached the opening in her shorts, she parted the slit, looking at her own pussy in the mirror above. She gently parted the pussy lips, looking at all the folds of her warm pink flesh.

"You mean like this?" Mary asked as she sucked on her finger again, then brought it down her body and gently touched her clit with her wet finger.

Matt was breathing heavily as he watched Mary slide her wet finger into herself and back out again, running it along her folds, circling her clit, then back in.

"You don't mind if I do the same, do you?" asked Matt, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his semi-hard cock, rubbing it as it grew larger.

Mary looked at Matt stroking himself in the mirror and breathed deeper. "Not at all. But I'd love to feel you cum in me."

"Tell you what," Matt offered, "we'll both get ourselves ready and when we are, we'll cum together. How about that?"

Mary smiled and began to move her fingers faster inside of her. "You've got a deal."

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"That show was so great!" exclaimed Sadie, sitting up on Brian's lap, no longer trying to avoid his hands, but sitting comfortably in the circle of his arms.

"I know!" gushed Katie, facing her sister from the comfort of Jon's lap. "And their costumes were great! I wonder if we could get something like that to wear sometime."

"I loved it when they started pretending to ride horses," Sadie giggled, "I always do that move at parties and stuff for fun."

"I'll give you a horsey ride!" Brian told her, standing up with her in his arms and then setting her down on the chair. 

He turned around and crouched down in front of the chair. "Get on my back."

"Oooh!" squealed Sadie excitedly as she climbed onto Brian's back.

His hands reached around to cup her ass cheeks as he took off galloping around the tables. Sadie screamed with delight and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her breasts against his back.

"Oh! Oh! Race!" cried Katie, jumping up off Jon's lap and making him stand up and turn around. "You and Brian race with Sadie and me on your backs!"

"Sounds like a fun plan," agreed Brian.

"Wait," said Sadie, "make it strip races! The losing pair of each race has to take off an article of clothing."

"I'm game," agreed Jon, lining up with Brian at one end of the room.

"On your mark," Sadie and Katie said together, "get set, GO!"

Brian and Jon started galloping across the room, laughing as Sadie and Katie screamed encouragement, waving their arms behind them to pretend they were whipping their horses. Brian started to veer off course and almost ran into the piano

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"Gotcha," Dan told her, panting with the effort and with excitement as Rachel bucked her body up and down, attempting to dislodge him.

She dislodged her breasts instead, pushed up over the top of her corset. Finally she stopped moving, breathing heavily, and glared up at him.

"I've caught you," Dan reminded her, "so now I get to spank you."

He yanked her up by her wrists and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Swinging his legs over to side of the bed, he pulled Rachel down across his lap. Holding her wrists over her head with one hand, he smoothed his hand down over her back, ass, and legs.

"Bend your knees a bit," he growled, "so I have a good target to hit."

"Make me!" Rachel gasped, squirming as he bent her knees for her to raise her upturned bottom towards him, presenting him with two perfect cheeks waiting to be spanked.

"I'm going to spank you ten times," Dan told her, "and if you say ‘I know I'm a naughty girl and I'm sorry' then it will stop there. If you don't say it, I'll spank you ten more times."

Dan brought his hand up and then down quickly on Rachel's ass, resting it there for a second before lifting his hand and bringing it back down again. Again he lifted his hand, spanking her a little harder than before.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" panted Rachel with each slap.

Her corset was cutting into the bottom of her breasts where they were pressed against the bed, her face turned to the side, her arms held over her head. With each spank, her legs pressed more together, raising her bottom more and more until her knees were almost underneath her.

"You [spank] are [spank] a [spank] naughty [spank] girl [spank]," Dan told Rachel, punctuating each word with a spank.

As Rachel's knees became more bent, Dan changed the angle of his hand coming down so by the 8th spank, his fingers were hitting part of her pussy as well.

"I [gasp] am [gasp] not!" declared Rachel at the last two spanks, breathing heavily with arousal.

She could feel Dan's fingers slap her pussy each time he spanked her ass and the combination was causing her to get wet.

"I guess I'm going to have to spank you ten more times, young lady," Dan warned her.

This time, as Dan began to spank Rachel he moved his hand even more so his fingers would hit her pussy. He could feel how wet she was getting with each spank and could smell her cum. Soon it began to slowly drip down her legs as Dan's spanks became more and more caresses. Each time his hand came down, Rachel would push her bottom up to meet it, trying to push herself a little bit more onto his hand.

"Are [spank] you [spank] sorry [spank] yet [spank]?" Dan asked her.

"I'm [spank] naughty [spank] and I'm [spank] sorry!" Rachel gasped out.

On the word "sorry", Dan brought his hand down and spanked her one last time, then plunged two fingers into her, making her cry out with pleasure as she pushed back hard against his hand.

"Oh, god, Dan, fuck me, please, fuck me hard," she moaned, up on her elbows and knees now, gasping as Dan plunged his fingers into her.

"Move up on the bed," Dan told her, removing his fingers and tearing off his shirt.

He removed his pants as Rachel crawled to the head of the bed, a pillow under head as she went down on her elbows, presenting her ass towards Dan.

"Hurry, god, Dan!" Rachel begged, spreading her legs apart to let her hand through so she could fuck herself.

Dan climbed onto the bed and positioned himself behind her. Rachel spread her pussy lips wide as Dan guided his cock towards the entrance, then thrust hard into her.

"Yessss!" gasped Rachel, her head pushed into the bed, trying to push back on his hard cock as Dan gripped her by the hips and began to pound into her.

"Oh, baby, you feel so good," Dan groaned, thrusting hard, in and out, harder and faster, pulling Rachel's body back to meet his thrusts, digging his fingers into her hips.

"I've waited weeks for this," Rachel moaned, "and it feels great! Please, yes, god, yes, Dan!"

Dan pumped harder into her as Rachel continued to cry out with each thrust. Leaning over her, he reached under and grasped her breasts hanging down above her corset. Squeezing the nipples, he felt Rachel's pussy contract as she came. Suddenly he stiffened and exploded into her, collapsing on top of her with the effort.

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"This should do it," Jeff agreed, when he found a crackling fire built in the fireplace and a fake bearskin rug on the floor.

He pulled the sliding doors leading to the living room closed and turned around to find Linda lying on the rug before the fire, her arms stretched up towards him.

"Come warm me up," she smiled, watching Jeff move towards her, pulling his shirt over his head, toeing off his shoes, and unbuttoning his pants.

"Those garters can't be good for your circulation," Jeff said, kneeling beside her on the rug. "Let me get those off you."

Linda propped herself on her elbows and watched as Jeff pulled off her shoes and slowly rolled one garter and stocking off, then the other. His hands caressed her legs as he gently smoothed the stockings down her thighs, over her knees, cupping her calves when he pulled them off her feet.

"Lift your hips," he told her, as Linda lay back on the floor, his hands moving to the waist of her bloomers.

She lifted her hips up off the ground as Jeff slid the shorts over her butt and down her legs, finally tossing them away. She lay naked before him, the fire throwing light and shadows over her gorgeous body. Jeff stood up, not taking his eyes off her, unbuttoned his jeans, and drew them down his legs, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. He stood proudly above her, his hard cock standing at attention, then lay down in Linda's open arms.

Jeff kissed her lips, running his tongue across them, then darting his tongue inside. He rained kisses over her face and neck before moving down to her breasts. His hands caressed her breasts, pushing them together, rubbing the nipples between his fingers. Plumping up one breast, he traced circles around her nipple with his tongue. Moving to the other breast, he took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it in and rolling it with his tongue. He kissed the underside of her breast, making her moan as he trailed his tongue over her abdomen towards her navel.

"Feeling warmer?" he whispered against her hipbones, licking towards her center.

"Burning up," she gasped, arching her body as his mouth found her center, blowing warm air across her nether lips, spreading them wide to lick inside and taste her.

Moving back up her body, Jeff positioned himself at the entrance of her body, then slowly entered her until her was buried deep inside her. His hands linked with Linda's on either side of her head as he began to move, slowly, slowly, in and out, rotating his hips to create more friction, slowly building the need up inside them.

"For the love of God," moaned Linda, lifting her hips off the ground to meet him, trying to make him go faster, "you're killing me, moving like that."

"Just relax," Jeff told her, "we've got some time."

He ran his hand down her body to her breast, plumping it up to meet his mouth. He gently licked and sucked on her breast and nipple while slightly increasing pace, thrusting with sure strokes, in and out, in and out.




Happy Birthday 2nd Party



"Please, Jeff, please, I can't stand it, please," Linda pleaded, thrashing her head from side to side as the pressure built inside of her, higher and higher, until she could feel her orgasm just beyond reach.

Jeff began to move faster, still sliding smoothly in and out, feeling his own release build up as he pumped in and out of Linda, feeling her hips meet his with every thrust. Sliding his hand down, he found her clit and gently rotated with his thumb, making her cry out and gasp as her pussy squeezed around his cock when she came, causing him to groan and cum too.

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"Oh! Are you guys okay?" Katie asked as Brian and Sadie fell to the ground laughing after almost crashing into the piano.

Jon stopped running and turned around, moving to stand over where the two were in hysterics on the floor.

"That was so much fun!" gasped Sadie through her laugher. "We need to do that more often!"

"Totally," agreed Jon, "but you lost this round, so you have to take off some clothing."

"Brian ran us into the piano so I think he should have to take off some clothing, not me," Sadie protested.

"It's the losing team who has to take off some clothing," Katie explained, sliding down off Jon's back. "And if you renege on the terms of the race, then I'm going to make you take off some clothes!"

"Like you could make me!" Sadie challenged, standing up to face her sister.

"Watch me!" Katie cried, reaching for Sadie's vest.

Sadie slapped her hand out of the way and turned to run, but Katie grabbed her by her gun belt and pulled her back. Sadie sat down hard on the ground and turned around, just as Katie launched herself on top of her. They rolled over the floor, Sadie trying to keep her clothes on and Katie trying to get them off.

"Are you enjoying this as much as I am?" Brian asked Jon as they sat in two chairs watching the girls fight on the floor.

"This is definitely my lucky day," Jon agreed when Katie succeeded in tearing Sadie's vest open.

Sadie, enraged at Katie's success, retaliated in going for Katie's gun belt, struggling to unbuckle it while Katie pushed Sadie's vest off her shoulders. As Sadie pulled away with the gun belt, the vest slid off her arms, leaving her topless. With Katie's gun belt removed, it was easy for Sadie to pull the bows at either side of Katie's thong. Katie, suddenly frantic, grabbed Sadie's hands on either side of her hips, trying to keep her fingers from pulling the bows. Katie fell onto her back, causing Sadie to fall on top of her.

"Get off me, you cow!" screeched Katie.

"My pleasure," gasped Sadie in triumph as she stood up, pulling the bows as she went, and pulling Katie's thong right off her.

Sadie stood in triumph above Katie, topless with a bandana-printed thong in her hand. Katie lay on the floor beneath her, vest twisted up and to the side exposing her breasts, and without the thong, her blonde curls evident to the room.

"I declare myself the winner!" announced Sadie, glancing triumphantly at the men.

"Well, actually," Jon interceded, "Katie got the first article of clothing off of you."

"That's true!" cried Katie, pulling off the disheveled vest, to sit up wearing only the red cowboy boots.

"But I removed two pieces of clothing," countered Sadie, "the belt and the thong."

"Well, then," concluded Brian, "it must be a tie. And as such, it is up to Jon and me to give you two your reward."

He and Jon stood up and grabbed Sadie and Katie by the waist. The girls wrapped their legs around the men's waists, and the men walked with them to the bar. Setting the girls down onto the bar so their legs leaned over the sides, they each knelt, spread the girls' legs, and began to lick the inside of the girls' thighs. Brian began to undo Sadie's gun belt as his tongue trailed first up one thigh, then traveled lightly over her thong-covered pussy to her other side, where his tongue began to travel back down. He lifted his head and moved his mouth to her side where he was untying the bow holding up her thong. As his tongue trailed down her side, Brian pulled the strings to untie it, and gently pulled down the front of the thong, revealing her pussy to his eyes. With her legs spread, her pussy lips spread slightly and Brian was able to see her hard clit peeking between her blonde curls.

"You taste so amazing," Jon breathed into Katie's pussy while he licked up her slit, then back down, wiggling his tongue a little bit inside.

"God that feels so good," Katie told him, leaning back on her hands on the bar, her breasts jutting forth from her chest.

"Can I lick you?" Brian asked Sadie, gently opening her pussy with his fingers, putting slight pressure on her clit.

"Please lick me," Sadie answered, already starting to quiver, supporting herself back on her hands, while Brian lowered his head and licked her slit, then frantically flicking her clit for a few seconds before sliding his tongue back down into her.

Katie and Sadie turned their heads to look at each other, a silent question in their eyes. Sadie nodded to Katie, and they turned back to the guys.

"Jon?" Katie's voice quivered out on his name as his tongue flicked over her clit.

"Mhmm?" Jon murmed, taking her clit between his lips.

"What Katie's trying to say," gasped Sadie, "is that we'd like you boys to fuck us now!"

"Yes, please!" Katie managed.

Brian and Jon both stopped licking the girls' pussies and stood up. The girls quickly crawled backwards onto the stage while the guys boosted themselves up. Sadie and Katie lay on their backs in the middle of the stage wearing only a pair of cowboy boots, their legs spread.

"Please, Brian!" Sadie panted, watching the two men walk across the stage to them, stripping off their shirts, toeing off their shoes, and unbuttoning their pants.

They stopped in front of the two girls and unzipped their pants, then dropped them to the floor. They kicked them aside, and knelt down in front of the girls. Sadie and Katie reached up, wrapped their arms around the guys' necks, and pulled them down on top of them.

Katie rolled over the floor with Jon, ending up on top.

"God I want you in me!" she told him, raising up and holding his dick in her hand, placing it to the entrance of her pussy and slowly working herself down over him.

"That's right, baby, ride me!" Jon gasped. 

"You're fucking fantastic!" he managed, looking up at her as she started to move her body up and down him, her hair swinging, her breasts bobbing, her head thrown back in pleasure as she moved up and down his cock.

Brian plunged his tongue into Sadie's mouth as he plunged his dick into her pussy.

"Oh!" Sadie exclaimed, beginning to move her hips to meet Brian's thrusts.

He grabbed her ass with his right hand while leaning over her, supported on his left, to help him thrust harder into her.

"Oh, oh oh oh, yes, Brian please!" Sadie moaned, her head thrashing as she grabbed her own breasts, squeezing the nipples.

"Yeah, baby, yeah," grunted Brian, as he felt Sadie's pussy clench around his dick when she came, causing his dick to stiffen and then blow his load into her.

Next to them they heard Katie give a short scream as she suddenly came, and Jon's shout as Katie collapsed on top of him in a limp heap.

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Mary licked her fingers of cum and moved them back down to her clit, watching herself and Matt in the mirror while she rubbed her clit harder and harder.

"C'mon, baby, yeah, make yourself wet," Matt panted, rubbing his now fully erect cock, watching Mary spread her pussy lips wider with one hand so she could plunge three fingers into herself.

"Is this what you want?" Mary gasped out, her hips bucking under her hand as she fucked herself, then rubbed those wet fingers on her clit. "Does this make you hot?"

"Yeah, c'mon, rub yourself," Matt told her, precum gathering at the tip of his penis.

Mary began to rub her clit harder and faster, putting more pressure on it, trying to find the right angle.

"Oh, god, shit!" she cried out as her pussy clenched when she pushed up on her clit.

"God, Matt, come in me, please, come in me!" she begged, rubbing her clit with one hand while she reached for him with the other.

"Hell yes!" Matt exclaimed, kneeling in front of her and pulling her hips to him.

He remained upright on his knees while he pulled Mary's hips up to his and Slid his cock into her.

"Oooh! Yessss!" Mary hissed out as his cock filled her, her hips lifted off the bed as Matt held her up, sliding himself in and out of her.

She looked up in the mirror and saw Matt slide in and out of her. Matt looked up and watched her lick her finger, then reach down to touch her clit.

"Ungh!" Matt grunted, suddenly jerking and ramming into her just as Mary touched her clit.

"Matt!" screamed Mary as she began to cum, spasming around him.

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"Well, damn," said Dan as the group sat around the living room, enjoying the fire.

"That was beyond a doubt the best birthday I've ever had," agreed Brian, snuggling with Katie in his lap.

Everyone was still naked, but wrapped in blankets. Brian, Sadie, Katie, and Jon were sharing a huge blanket on the couch with the girls in the middle and the men on either end. Everyone was squirming and giggling while all four pairs of hands were missing beneath the blanket.

"I'm never going to look at this rug the same again," Rachel joked, watching as Jeff slid his hand beneath the rug covering Linda's ass and squeezed, causing Linda to shiver.

Linda and Jeff were still lying together on the bearskin rug, but had pulled a part of it over their legs and asses. Jeff was lying on his side, on arm casually swung over Linda's back. She was propped up on her elbows, creating a great deal of cleavage, her nipples barely hidden in the thick fur.

"Well, I, for one, quite enjoyed that mirror you've got there, Rachel," Matt said, winking at Mary. "Thanks!"

Mary squirmed as everyone laughed, pulling the blanket up to cover her face. She was sitting on Matt's lap and when she pulled the blanket up, it rode up, showing her legs spread over Matt's and exposing her pussy. No one told Mary, but a glance from Jon let Matt know. He nuzzled Mary, her face still hidden by the blanket, and slid his hand beneath the blanket, then down to her now revealed pussy. He slid his finger over her clit, making her gasp a little and move up on his lap. Matt spread her pussy lips wider as everyone watched and slid his finger inside of her. The group continued to talk as they all watched Matt slowly fuck Mary's pussy in front of them.

"What did everyone think of the show?" Rachel wanted to know.

"Which show?" Dan joked.

She and Dan were cuddled in a chair, the blankets pulled up to their shoulders. Dan kept trying to pull the blanket down to expose her breasts, but Rachel held if firm. As she was talking, however, she kept moving her hands, so every few minutes Dan would jerk the blanket and everyone would laugh as suddenly Rachel's breasts were bare and Dan was pulling on her nipples.

"The stage show, goof," Rachel told him, tightening her hold on the blanket.

"Fucking incredible," Jon said.

"Yeah, when they turned on those vibrators, holy shit," he continued, "I thought I was going to cum in my pants!"

"You better not have!" Katie teased him, turning to tickle. "I would have been really unhappy!"

"You've got no complaints!" Jon told her, pulling her onto his lap, the blanket slipping down her back as she straddled his lap, kissing him.

"So, the second party was a success, then?" Rachel wanted to know.

"Absolutely," Brian said, playing with Sadie's breasts beneath the blanket, watching Matt continue to slide his wet finger in and out of Mary.

"Hey, Mary," Linda finally said, "feel a draft?"

"What?!" exclaimed Mary, pulling the blanket away from her face to see the entire room staring at her crotch.

"Oh! Well, for god's sake!" she shrieked, pulling the blanket down abruptly, causing it to fall down to her waist, revealing her breasts.

Everyone laughed again as she scrambled for the blanket, squirming into a ball in Matt's lap as he held her, finally blanket covered.

"Okay, then," Rachel said. "Now who's the next birthday?" 



Happy Birthday



It's his birthday. She had gone to great lengths to plan this night especially for him. She wanted to give him a birthday gift like none he'd ever gotten before and she had enlisted the help of a couple of her friends. She knew in her mind how the whole night would play out. Definitely one that would be forever burned into his memory banks. 

She meets him at the door at the arranged time and place. Without a word, she leads to him to an oversized, padded chair with arms. She stands him in front of the chair, their lips meet in a kiss. He unties the top of her cape, letting it drop to the floor. 

She's dressed only in a sheer and thongs. Her own hands are busy removing his clothing. As her tongue rims his lips, his shirt comes off. Hands lazily trailing down his chest. She unbuckles his belt. Undoes the waistband. She is sucking on his tongue, pulling it deeper into her mouth, as she unzips his pants and they fall to the ground. 

Fingers are on his nipples, rubbing, creating a friction that sends shivers down to his cock, already straining against the fabric of his shorts. She pushes him gently down onto the chair, straddling him. She scoots back slightly, straddling him still as she starts to lick his nipples, lightly, slowly, just grazing them between her teeth. 

She reaches back for binds to tie each of his arms to the chair. First the right nipple, as she ties his right hand down. Then the left nipple as she does the same there. 

Not a word has been said. 

Her hands travel down his chest, stopping just at the top of his shorts. She can feel his erection against her crotch as she reaches behind for the final bind that would leave him darkness. She kisses and licks her way down as she slides off his lap. 

She pauses to nuzzle his erection through the fabric of his shorts. She continues her tongue's trail across his thighs, hands tracing down to each leg. She ties one leg to one leg of the chair. Spreading his legs, she ties the other to the other leg.  

Still silent, only the sound of shallow breathing can be heard. The air is filled with electricity. 

In the darkness of the room, he can only hear the soft strains of music in the background. Had it been playing all this time? The scent of jasmine and ylang-ylang burning somewhere. 

She wondered if he knew they were used many years ago as aphrodisiacs, the scent inciting a primal lust resident in the body's reptilian limbic system. He sniffed the air again. Was there another scent in the room? He could feel the presence of someone else not her. 

He recalled the conversations they had had before. His mind filling with images of what he thought would happen. Sight taken away, his mind's eye became more acute. 

This was going to be something he would not forget for a long time. And tonight she would just watch. 

A body astride his own. Distinct aroma of perfume - roses. Thighs straddling his. Long nails raking the length of his arms, across his chest, around his nipples, up his throat. A breast to his lip, being offered like a teat to baby. Body grinding against his burgeoning erection. 

Fingers hooked into the tops of his shorts, catching his glans in between the band and his stomach. A fleeting touch across the tip of his cock. Nails tracing along the length of his erection through his shorts, stopping to tease, pinch, caress his cock head. Fingers, pinching, caressing, stroking. 

Meanwhile, she sits and watches. Digital camcorder recording this night for his exclusive pleasure. All this for him, all for him alone. Or maybe not. 

Another pair of hands on him. These are by his bound feet. Breasts at his lips, hands teasing his nipples. He could feel a nipple being dragged along his naked shin. Two bodies, one him. His erection grew with the images in his mind. 

Tongue licking the length of his legs. Slowly, surely. A sharp intake of breath. On his lap, he could feel fingers that are probing a wetness that is not his. Feminine sounds of excitement. He could feel, hear their excitement against his own. 

Hips thrusting back and forth on his lap, growing slick with moisture. Hands on his shoulder. Weight lifted from his lap. Breasts caressing his face, against his neck, his chest. Feel of long hair against his face. Hot breath of excitement. 

He could only imagine what is happening, he could see the pictures in his mind from the sensations his body was experiencing. Hand on his cock. Rubbing, caressing, in synch with the other hand that were teasing, caressing a yin to his yang. How did these women look like? Who was caressing him? Where did she find them?

So many questions running through his mind. So many sensations. One really hard cock.

Movement, weight lifted from his lap. Lips on his. These lips were rougher, her tongue more insistent than the other. Her tongue communicating her excitement to him. Hands tugging at this waistband downward. His erection finally freed from their confinement. Lips around the head. Lips on his nipples. His hands are straining against the chair. 

His breathing is tight, shallow – the excitement. He can feel each lick, each pass of the tongue on his nipples, on his cock – feelings made more acute because there is nothing to feed his eyes. His mind making up for the difference. 

She sits silently, watching, pleased with the scene playing out as it had been planned. 

Hands undoing his binds. Body on either side of him. One in front of him, one behind him. He can feel breasts on his chest, on his back. Hands caressing his buttocks, hands caressing his cock, his balls. His cock, his body, the pussy in this embrace. His arms are being bound behind him. 

Led somewhere else, his knees buckling at the edge of what felt like the bed. His arms pulled up, restrained above his head. More kissing, more caresses. Moist, wet, sweet nether lips being offered to his mouth to suck on, another mouth sucking on his cock. 

She followed in silence. Watching it all, taking it all in, filming it all. 

She watched as one placed a condom into her mouth. Watched as she returned to his cock, taking him in slowly, unrolling the condom as he went in deeper into her mouth. She watched his face as he listened to the mewling sound of the woman about to come in his mouth, on his face. She wondered what was going on in his mind. She wondered if she tasted the same as she did to him. 

She watched as the two women straddled his chest, facing each other started to kiss and caress each other's bodies. Sounds of kissing. Passionate kissing. Hand to breast, mouth to breast. 

Moans, rising and falling. Wet pussies rubbing against his body, along his cock. She watched as the one mounted herself on his erection. She watched knowing that she would be slowly, squeezing her muscles together as she descended onto his cock. 

Fingers on clits, moans rising in volume. Each woman describing what the other was doing to her in their own unique explicit way. Narration added to the images in his mind. 

Sensation of moist, hot pussy rubbing his chest, someone else riding his cock. Still unable to see. But the sounds, the sensations were unmistakable. His mind re-creating the view he couldn't see. 

She remained in silence, watching, taking it all in. She started to touch herself. The air too heavy with sex to ignore any longer. 

She watched as they climbed off him and pulled him gently towards the edge of the bed, his legs hanging over the side. She watched as they positioned themselves on him. One straddling his chest, her pussy just out of reach of his mouth as she removed the condom from his cock. She wiped him with a warm cloth, gently, carefully. 

She playfully teased him with her pussy, right up to his lips, then back away, rubbing her pendulous breasts, raking her nipples across his chest. She told him to lick her exactly the same way she was licking him. She teased his cock with her tongue, slowly, gently, quickly, then slowly again. 

She told him what she was going to do to his balls as she held the skin taut and teased them with her tongue, sucking one ball in at a time into her mouth. She told him how good she was going to make him feel as she caressed his cock, fingers sliding, twisting over the glans. She tickled the ridge where his glans met the shaft, tickling, teasing, sucking, licking. 

One positioned between his legs. Words breaking the silence. She was describing the dildo that she was going to fuck him with. What a pretty shade of blue it was. How big it was. How good it was going to feel in his ass. How he was going to like it. How it must feel to have his cock sucked while his ass was being fucked. 

He could feel the juices dripping on his chest, the nerve endings of his ass tingling, setting his whole crotch on fire. As he felt the mouth once again descending on his cock, he felt the penetration of his own wrinkled rosebud. 

A feeling of coldness, the dildo penetrating his ass, slowly insistently, as the penetration of his cock into another moist, warm cavernous throat. The sucking of his cock, the insistent probing of his ass, the sounds of climax – setting his mind's eye on fire. 

She watched quietly, keeping her own excitement quiet, taking it all in. The camera's silent eye recording all for posterity. 

She could see his body growing rigid, the familiar sound of his moaning his mounting climax. She wondered what was going through his mind. Wondered if he enjoyed her gift to him. 

She switched off the camera, knowing that he would later watch what he couldn't see. He would get to see it later. He likes to watch, but this time, he would be watching him. 

She winked at her girlfriends as they dressed to leave. Committed as they were to each other, they had been more than willing to help out a friend. After all, what are friends for?



Happy Birthday



It was a birthday I’d never forget. Karen, my wife, had arranged a surprise party for me. I’d always been the one in control, the strong one, and I hated surprises. And this one was a shock and a half!

When I arrived home from work a room full of people shouted ‘surprise’ and I started blushing. I can’t help it. I blush easily. Karen came out of the crowd and smiled at me, handed me a drink and kissed me softly. Then everyone was patting me on the back, claiming 50 wasn’t old and that I looked much younger. Part of me was embarrassed but another part was pleased at the attention. I flitted from group to group, trying to smile and enjoy myself.

A little later, a few people left and the rest of us settled down outside, by the pool. The talk eventually got round to sex, as it always does, and one of Karen’s friends mentioned her husband’s little cock. Everyone was laughing at her stories of it’s tiny size. I’m not very well endowed so found all this talk a little close to home but tried to join in on the merriment. The man in question wasn’t there, so he was spared what was to come.

“It can’t be as small as his!” Karen said, pointing at me and giggling.

“Not the birthday boy, surely,” said the friend, Lucy.

“How small?” asked someone else.

Karen held her fingers about three inches apart and everyone screamed with laughter. I gave a nervous chuckle but felt deeply humiliated. There were more drinks and the topic seemed to be forgotten. More people left until there was only about 12 of us sitting round drinking and talking.

Suddenly Lucy announced that she wanted to see my little cock. I blushed and flustered as the others started to agree with her. Karen stood up and addressed the group.

“Ok, ok, hang on. How many of you really want to see a small cock?” Everyone, except me, raised a hand and cheered. Karen turned to me and smiled. “I think you’d better give them what they want, little fella!”

I just stared at her, unable to move. There was no way I was going to show them. I tried to laugh it off with a joke but my birthday guests kept chanting “Show us the cock! Show us the cock!” I started to get angry and made to go into the house. But I was grabbed from behind, my arms held behind my back in someone’s grip. Lucy walked up to me, her smile less than friendly. She reached for my belt and undid it. I started kicking and wriggling, trying to get free. Suddenly someone else grabbed my legs, holding me still as Lucy continued undoing my trousers.

“Wait!” Karen shouted and I thought she had come to her senses. “Get him on the table so everyone can see!”

Four men (golfing buddies) lifted onto the big table and held me in place as Lucy pulled my trousers to my ankles. Karen came over and removed my shoes and socks and the men managed to remove my shirt while I struggled. I stood in just my brief pink jocks. I don’t normally wear pink underwear but this pair had been through the wash with a red sock and now looked decidedly feminine. Naturally they all thought they were very funny. 

Karen decided she was going to do the honours and reached up, a pair of scissors in her hand. She dramatically slid the blade between my jocks and my skin then stopped.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Allow me to present to you, the worlds most useless cock!” And she snipped the material.

My cock was virtually invisible, my balls had almost crept back inside me. Karen cut away the other side of my jocks and pulled the material free. Everyone was quiet as they started at my tiny cock. I felt about as big as the people holding me moved off the table and round to the front to have a look. I started to cry.

“That’s pathetic, Karen!” said Lucy, “How the hell do you have sex with that?”

“Not very well,” replied my wife, “but his tongue is very good!”

Everyone laughed again as cameras were produced and the obvious jokes concerning zoom lenses were cracked. I was ordered to pose this way and that while flashes went off around me. I felt pathetic and very, very sad. Lucy then demanded that they measure me, both soft and hard, and everyone agreed. A metal tape was produced and I was told to measure myself. From my body to the tip of my foreskin, I was an inch and three quarters. As I announced this, they all burst into laughter, not believing their ears.

“Now make it hard!” cried Lucy but I just stood and stared. “We need a volunteer!”

Lots of hands went up but eventually Karen said she’d do it. She stood behind me and gripped my tiny cock, squeezing it. At first there was no reaction and the crowd muttered unkind things about my being only half a man but then she started massaging my balls and licking the inside of my ear. Suddenly I felt the blood enter my cock and it started to stiffen. Karen was very good at turning me one and I soon forgot where I was as she managed to get me to full erection. I snapped out of it when Lucy shouted that it was time to measure it again.

Karen took the tape and shouted out the result: “Almost, 3 inches!”

“We need an exact measurement, Karen,” shouted someone.

“OK, hang on. It’s…two and five eighths!”

Everyone laughed again and my erection quickly started to fade which only made them laugh more. Karen got down from the table, only to be replaced by Lucy who grabbed my cock and balls in her hand and whispered in my ear: “Ok, little boy, let’s see what you can do!”

She started pulling on me, making me hard again. Rougher than my wife but enough to get me aroused again. She stood behind me, pulling on my cock while everyone watched. Someone yelled “make him come” and soon everyone picked up the chant until Lucy was stroking in time with the words. I felt ridiculous and utterly humiliated but couldn’t help myself as I felt myself responding to her hand. I closed my eyes and tried to block out the crowd in front of me.

“Open your eyes,” Lucy said in my ear, “Watch your wife.”

I opened my eyes and saw Karen, standing in the front, eyes glued to my cock as a man’s hands were massaging her breasts. His hands were inside her shirt, squeezing her nipples but she seemed unaware of it. I looked around and other people were touching each other, getting excited. The man behind Karen had lifted her skirt and I saw a finger lifting the elastic of her panties and moving towards her pussy. Then I came. 

Over the years the force of my ejaculations has decreased a lot so I now tend to sort of dribble rather than explode so it was a while before anyone actually knew I’d come. Lucy felt my come on her hand as she kept pulling. She looked over my shoulder and laughed.

“That was an orgasm? My God! Look, he didn’t even reach the end of the table.”

It was true. My come had basically just fallen out, at my feet. Lucy was still pulling me as I softened, squeezing the last few drops out of me. I felt abused and had not enjoyed the orgasm. Eventually I was so small that she had to pull me between two of her fingers. I looked down at Karen, hoping for a little love and understanding from the woman I loved but she was well beyond that. The man behind her was a guy from my office, a young filing clerk, Greg. He had her bent over and was rubbing his hard cock between her legs. She wasn’t complaining.

The crowd had forgotten about me as they craned to watch my wife with Greg. The shout went out for them to perform on the table. Lucy led my off, still holding on to my cock and Karen and Greg took our places. Greg’s cock was hard and sticking out of his jeans. It was probably only of average dimensions but in contrast to mine was huge. He lifted Karen’s skirt, exposing her panties as the crowd urged him on. He quickly pulled them down and off, threw them into his audience, which cheered loudly. When he entered her, a hush fell over them all.

Greg started slowly, pushing and pumping, Karen’s face looked pained and pleasured at the same time. Lucy whispered in my ear that she wasn’t used to a normal size so Greg was stretching her a bit. She now had hold of my cock and balls and squeezed me every now and then to make sure I knew about it. Karen meanwhile had started to scream with pleasure as Greg pumped faster and faster. Their audience was responding with claps in time with Greg’s thrusts. Finally he howled to the heavens as he exploded inside her, back arched, thighs giving short movements as his come filled her. The crowd cheered and applauded the performance.

Greg pulled out of my wife, his cock still semi-hard, wet with come and Karen’s juices along its length. He bowed, smiling. Karen stood beside him, smiling and gave a little curtsey, her hand giving his cock a little squeeze before he put it away. They climbed down from the table with the help of the other guests – I noticed a few of the men taking the opportunity to feel Karen up. She just giggled at the attention.

“Who’s next?” yelled Lucy, squeezing me harder, making me feel faint.

“I need a blow job,” someone yelled back and the rest laughed.

Karen held her arms high and yelled for everyone to be quiet, she had an announcement to make. Gradually they all quietened.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today is my husband’s birthday and we have given him a BIG surprise!” They all laughed; someone said ‘you mean little’ which made them laugh even more. “But there’s more to come!”

“Me, I hope,” yelled the blow job voice from earlier.

“Oh, you’ll ALL come,” continued my wife. “But first, I’m not sure how many of you know that my husband hasn’t seen his younger sister for about 10 years. They fell out over something silly and haven’t spoken or seen each other since. Well, as a special birthday treat and with a wish that they can patch things up, here she is! ROSALIE!”

Everyone cheered and clapped as my sister walked out of the house. I couldn’t believe that Karen would do this to me. I was trying to figure out what I had done to deserve it. Lucy had let go of me but I was too shocked to do anything except stare at my sister, then at my wife. Rosalie waved and smiled at everyone before walking up to me, her eyes on my tiny cock. She put out an index finger and poked it with a long nail then turned to everyone else.

“Last time I saw this he was about 6 and I don’t think it’s changed!” Everyone screamed with laughter. “Does it get any bigger?”

“Not so’s you’d notice,” said Lucy.

“Now, Rosalie, I believe there’s something you’d like to give your brother for his 50th birthday,” Karen continued.

“Ah, yes,” Rosalie said, turning back to look me in the eyes. “You probably don’t remember but when I was about 12 you and your mates teased me about my small breasts. It bothered me for a while but as I started growing, it didn’t seem important and I put it down to you being immature. Looking at your cock, I realise it was sympathetic ribbing! But you humiliated me. It wasn’t just then, either, you kept at it. It didn’t matter what I did or where I went, you always managed to demean me. Do you remember the swimming pool incident?”

I bowed my head, ashamed. I remembered it all right. A group of us had headed down to the local pool one afternoon after school. The place was pretty deserted so we more or less had the place to ourselves. Rosalie was with a couple of her school friends and I was with a larger group of boys. We were playing a bit rough, bombing, wrestling and the usual stuff boys get up to but the girls weren’t that keen. Rosalie’s friends said they were going home but my sister had to wait for me under strict instructions from our parents.

She just sat on the grass and waited. Annoyed that she had to sit alone. Eventually we decided it was time to head home so we all piled into the boy’s changing room. Then someone suggested crashing the girl’s changing room and catching Rosalie naked. A bunch of 15 year old boys are not to be denied and there was a sudden rush for the rooms next door. I have to admit I was one of the first to see her.

She was standing under a shower, her hands rinsing her hair, facing us all. We just stopped and looked, for most of us, this was our first naked female and we were in awe. Then someone pointed at her crutch.

“Look! She’s got no hair! Ha! Baldy puss, baldy puss!” and we were all chanting it as my sister frantically tried to cover herself up with her towel while tears streamed down her face.

I joined in the jeering but felt pretty awful about it.

I now looked into the face of my sister and felt deeply ashamed.

“I’m sorry, Rosalie, I –“ but she put a finger to my lips.

“Can someone tie him spreadeagle on the table, please?” There was no shortage of volunteers as I was lifted and spread out, then my hands and feet were tied securely to the legs. “I will need some shaving cream, a wet towel and a razor, please.”

While Karen went for these, Rosalie took a small collar from her handbag. It looked like a cat’s collar and was studded. She held it up to Lucy and smiled. Lucy took hold of it and quickly secured it around the base of my balls, tightening it painfully.

“Hang on, I’ve got some cream!” yelled someone and suddenly my best friend, Ted was standing beside the table, his cock in his hand, pumping furiously away. He was joined by another guy then another.

They all came on me as Karen returned with the shaving stuff. She laughed as she handed the things to Rosalie.

“What a waste!” she cried as she squeezed Ted’s now flaccid member.

“Plenty more where that came from, Karen,” he said as he squeezed her breast.

Meanwhile Lucy and Rosalie were rubbing the come into my body. Rosalie then took the razor and started shaving me. It hurt as she scrapped away my chest hairs, leaving red marks. Lucy took the towel and rinsed between my legs, lifting my balls by the cat collar then covered my lower body with shaving foam. The crowd cheered as Rosalie removed my pubic hair. I was crying again.

Karen leant over my face and spat into my mouth, Ted standing behind her.

“I’m going to fuck your wife now, buddy. Much better doing it this way than behind your back, eh?” he crowed.

He lifted her bottom onto the table and spread her legs, took his now hard cock in his hand and entered her. Karen gasped as he started fucking her. I could feel the razor as it removed all my body hair. I could hear the party guests cheering and clapping as Rosalie finished each part of me. I felt someone flick my balls and another pull on my foreskin. Meanwhile Ted was pounding into Karen next to my head. When he finished, someone else took his place, a black guy I’d never seen before. Karen didn’t seem to notice that one had finished and another started.

Eventually Rosalie had finished, the black guy had carried Karen off, his cock still inside her and the crowd were indulging in various acts of sex around the pool area. Rosalie now looked down at me, her hand running over my smooth body, her grin malicious.

“Now who’s a baldy puss?” She sneered as her fingers took my foreskin and stretched it up. I whimpered but she pulled harder. “I said, now who’s a baldy puss?”

“Me, I am, Rosalie, I’m a baldy puss. Can we stop now? I’m humiliated enough, please stop.” 

She laughed as she released the cat collar, letting my cock and balls rest on the top of my leg.

“I think we should milk him dry,” said Lucy, mauling my balls. “I’ve always wanted to do that. Just to see what would happen. What do you think?”

“Sure, why not. Just make sure he doesn’t enjoy it too much.” Rosalie looked down at me again. “How much come have you got, brother dear?”

“Not a lot I reckon,” said Lucy, “The containers are pretty small!”

They both laughed. Then Lucy took hold of my cock and started masturbating me with her fingers. it took a while for me to get hard but eventually I did even with her rough handling. I came once more, dribbling over her fingers, my cock instantly softening


“Is that it?” laughed Rosalie.

“Yeah, he doesn’t exactly gush, does he. Last time I didn’t even know it had happened!”

“Can’t see the point, myself. Maybe he’s really a woman. How about we cut ‘em off for him?” They both laughed hysterically at this.

“Let’s do him again. God, he won’t get hard this time. You want to try?” Lucy held out my cock for Rosalie to take hold of.

“I can only use two fingers. It is so small.” She looked at me again, “How the hell do you manage with such a tiny cock?”

“I assume Karen has never felt him inside her,” offered Lucy.

“Hang on, I think he’s growing a bit.”

Rosalie had managed to get me semi-hard again and was pumping me. My cock hurt and my balls ached as she squeezed and jerked me off.

“How will we know when he comes if there’s nothing left?”

“No idea. Just keep doing it till he can’t get hard anymore, I guess,” said Lucy. “We’ll take turns.”

It took a long time for me to come this time and when I did there was very little of it. I groaned with the pain. My cock shrunk even smaller as Rosalie squeezed the final drop out of me.

“I hope that wasn’t a groan of pleasure,” said Lucy as she took hold of my cock and started squeezing it. “Rosalie will not be pleased if you enjoy it.”

“It’s pain, Lucy, I’m in pain. I can’t come anymore. There’s nothing left. Please stop.” I begged but she just laughed.

“Rubbish! You can do it again. Just for us. Come on. Hey, Rosalie. Do you reckon he can come if he’s soft?”

“Probably. Just keep a firm grip and pump. See what happens.”

They were both bent over my cock, Lucy masturbating my softness, Rosalie intently watching, her fingers twiddling my nipples.

“You’re going to have to take over, my hand is aching.” Lucy handed my cock to Rosalie who kept up the pumping.

I jerked my body as I had another orgasm, my cock burning with pain. I hadn’t managed to get hard. Rosalie didn’t stop. I screamed in agony. She still didn’t stop. Lucy gagged me with my pink jocks, telling me to quieten down as I was disturbing the others.

“Do you think he’ll eventually come blood if we keep at it?” Rosalie asked as Lucy took over on my cock.

“Dunno. I don’t think he has any come left though and I think his cock has actually got smaller. I’m finding it difficult to keep a grip.”

“We need a cock ring. Here, put this hair elastic around the base. Twist it a few times.”

Lucy stopped pumping as they did this. A new pain hit me as the blood was cut off. Lucy started pumping me again as my cock grew with the pressure.

“That’s better! I think that’s the biggest he’s been. Must really want it, eh?” They both laughed as they took turns to pump me over and over.

They brought me to another couple of dry orgasms, my cock staying hard throughout, my head screaming with the pain. They only stopped because Karen suddenly appeared beside them. She was naked and flushed.

“C.mon girls. You’re missing all the action. Leave this loser here and come and get some real cock!”

Lucy and Rosalie smiled and agreed. Lucy left but Rosalie looked down at me and grinned.

“Thank you, brother dear for a lovely birthday. Yours! Here’s your present.” And she slapped me between the legs, hard. My blood ran cold and I screamed into the gag. She just laughed and walked away. I sobbed to myself as I listened to the cries of pleasure around me.



Happy Birthday



I suppose it's been a few years now since I realized how erotic I found it to fantasize about my wife with another man. I eased into it slowly, approaching these taboo thoughts with caution. 

My wife has the most incredible breasts, full and firm with the most beautiful long and thick nipples. The first time another man entered into my fantasies I imagined him watching my wife's breasts as I fucked her. She was lying on her back, arms over her head. I stood at the foot of the bed with a thigh in each hand, rhythmically pumping my cock into her as deep as I could. 

He stood beside her stroking his long hard cock, matching our pace. I would watch my cock slid in and out of her beautiful pussy glistening with her juices. Her labia wrapped my cock like a blanket. I placed the palm of my hand over her mound and gently pressed her clit with my thumb, a slight moan escaped her lips. She looks so beautiful lying there with her eyes closed and her mouth just barely open. 

Having another man deriving pleasure from the sight of my wife's naked body is oddly arousing. I stair at her nipples as they dance with the rhythm of our lovemaking. His cock is only inches from her breast; the head is swollen as he strokes his thick shaft. A drop of pre-cum leaks from the tip of his cock and I know it wont be long. 

I have picked up the pace now in response to my wife's breathing. I dip my thumb into her juices and slide it over her erect clit in a circular motion. Her breasts are heaving with each breath, I know she is close as to am I. 

The man at her side suddenly tenses as a long thick stream of cum surges from his cock and lands across my wife's breasts, followed by another and another. His delivery was ample and well placed. The thick white cum contrasted against her engorged dark nipples. 

My wife shuddered and let out a moan signaling her orgasm. I could feel her pussy spasm, gripping my cock it was all I could take and I filled her sweet pussy with my seed.

So that was the start, It worked for me...for a little while. Then it began to evolve and grow. Where initially she never even looked at the other man she eventually went from watching him cum to stroking his cock and eventually sucking it. 

The next thing I knew the fantasy had taken on a life of its own. I watched in my mind's eye as my wife rode my cock with a man on either side of her. She had a cock in each hand and sucked them both off. But when I first actually let myself see her take someone else's huge cock and guide it into her sweet little pussy I blew a load like no tomorrow. I've since imagined her in every conceivable scenario, even gangbangs and multiple penetrations. 

I even began to have her tell me about her past experiences, I wanted to hear every graphic detail. My cock would be throbbing as I pictured her experiencing what she was describing. 

I would often joke about her fucking the landscaper, or sucking the mailman's cock. I would tell her to make sure she video taped it if she did. But I never committed myself entirely. I never actually told her I fantasized about her with another man. But she apparently figured it out.

Which brings me to my birthday. I'm not much for birthdays and when my wife asked me what I wanted for my birthday I gave her my usual sarcastic response "more sex". I don't know why, it doesn't do any good perhaps just to underscore the fact that I just don't get enough. 

Well the day arrived, like it or not. I got home from work took a shower and we went out for dinner. The whole time she looked like the cat that ate the canary, she was up to something. All she would say is that she had a surprise for me when we get home. Her stocking feet rubbing my thigh lead me to believe I might actually get lucky tonight. 

When we got home she told me to relax on the couch and she would fix me a drink. Works for me. When she walked into the room she was smiling and I realized she had removed her bra. I could see the outline of her erect nipples through her shear silk dress. She handed me a glass of scotch and proceeded to the VCR. 

As she bent over to put in the tape she made sure to linger long enough for me to clearly see she had nothing on under her dress. She returned to the couch, straddled my lap and kissed me. I slipped my hands under her dress and up her thighs when she rolled off me with an impish grin. She then grabbed the remote to start the VCR and proceeded to open my pants. 

My cock was throbbing as she pulled it free. She immediately lowered her mouth over it taking what seemed like more than ever before. I knew I was in for the best blow job I've had in a long time. The television flickered, I had almost forgotten about the tape she had put in. Watching a movie was the last thing on my mind. 

My eyes, half closed drifted to the screen where there was what looked like the back of a woman's head. As the shot widened so did my eyes, it was a woman and it appeared as if she was going down on someone, it was hard to tell the way her hair was covering her face. The picture quality wasn't great; it appeared almost homemade. 

I looked down at my beautiful wife as she continued to pleasure me. Her hair cascaded down her face to my stomach just like the woman in the movie. I suddenly had a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. That couldn't be her...could it? Even the dress looked like the one she was wearing. I felt as if an electric current was passing through my body. I felt as if I was about to have an anxiety attack. 

The camera panned around to face the woman. I could see her slender fingers wrapped around the thick base of his cock. Her other hand cupped and fondled his balls. His hand appeared and pulled the long blond hair away, exposing her face to the camera. 

My heart stopped, it was my wife with another mans cock in her mouth. Her sweet blue eyes looked up at the camera as she slid the long shaft from her mouth and she smiled and said "happy birthday honey". 

She turned her attention back to the glistening cock and began pumping it into her mouth as she massaged his sack. I could see his cock suddenly pulse and I knew he was filling my wife's mouth with his cum. She began to swallow but couldn't keep up. His cum started leaking from her lips and running down his shaft. 

I was in a state of shock and without even realizing it I found myself in the midst of an intense orgasm. I blasted what felt like a massive amount of cum into my wife's eager mouth. I was so incredibly confused and exited by what I had just see. As my cock slipped from her mouth she turned to me and kissed me, our tongues swirled together, coated with the cum she had just sucked from me.

At this point I couldn't think straight enough to attempt to discuss what just happened. Questions raced through my mind. Who was this fucking guy she was blowing? Has she done this before? I was filled with jealousy, rage, passion, and desire I didn't know what I was feeling.

She hit the stop button on the remote and turned back to face me. 

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked coyly.



Happy Birthday



To David

Prequel to Night.

The morning sunlight was pouring into the room through the blinds and I opened my eyes to find myself looking at David's face. He was still asleep. He looked so peaceful; I hated the idea of waking him up so early in the morning. Today was David's birthday and even though I had made plans for the evening I figured it couldn't hurt to wake him up in a special way.

David was lying on his back; I had been sleeping on his shoulder. I scooted up to his lips and kissed him softly. He started to kiss me back and put his arm around me. I ran my tongue gently over his lips and he moaned into my mouth. I slipped my hand under his t-shirt and started to rub his nipple. As I moved my head back down to his chest I caught a glimpse of a tent in the blanket. I pulled his shirt back and slowly started licking the middle of his nipple, circling it with my tongue. David moaned again and tightened his grip around me.

"If you keep this up Shanna I'm going to be late for work."

"I know, so you better get going," I smiled up at him. I sat up next to David and he pulled me close to him. "Happy birthday honey," I said kissing his nose.

"Thank you bundle." He kissed my lips and then swung himself out of the bed with a loud "oof." David left the bedroom and headed for the bathroom. I laid back against the pillows and closed my eyes; David wasn't the only one who didn't like waking up in the morning.

I heard the shower start and decided to get up. David had left the bathroom door open and I walked in. His boxers and shirt were on the floor and he was already in the shower. I took off the long t-shirt I had worn to bed and opened the shower door to join David.

"You need to get clean too honey?" David asked.

"Uh huh."

"You didn't come in here with an ulterior motive did you?"

"Not at all, the environmentalist in me thought we should save some water."

"You're so cute when you use big words."

"Oh hush," I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Careful, I have soap," he threatened. I reached up behind David to grab my shampoo and we went about washing up. I rinsed the last of the conditioner out of my hair and stepped out of the shower. I started to pull my hair back into a ponytail while David turned off the water and dried himself up. He slid his arms around my waist and kissed the back of my neck. I smiled back at his reflection in the mirror.

"What should we have for breakfast hon?" he asked, resting his chin on the top of my head.

"I don't know, what would you like love?"

"Maybe eggs or whatever," he replied. I went back to our bedroom to get dressed while he shaved. I pulled on some jeans and one of David's Hardrock Cafe shirts; his shirts always smelled like his soap, which made me smile. It was Saturday so I didn't really need to worry about what I was wearing.

I walked into the little kitchen in our apartment and decided I would make David some matzo brie, opting to use my dad's technique, two eggs to every piece of matzo. Not exactly traditional, but good. I cut up some fruit and placed everything on our small table by the window. David sat down and I served him some eggs.

"Looks good lovey."

"Thanks sweetie." 

"One question though. What makes you think you can get away with wearing my Hardrock shirt?"

"Oh, I can wear it because you love me."

"I still think you need to take it off. Right now." He smiled.

"You wish," I said, and sat down across from him. David glanced through the newspaper while we ate and ran his toes over mine under the table. We finished our food and David picked up the plates and rinsed them off. I picked up the front page of the paper and looked over the headlines as David got himself ready to leave. He only worked every other Saturday at the hospital and unfortunately had not been able to trade the weekend shift with anyone. He had been working in various departments at the hospital for a year now, finishing his residency.

David was walking to the front and I got up to say so long.

"Have a good day bear."

"Thanks. I love you Shanna cutie," and he leaned in to kiss me. He stepped out and I closed the door behind him. I didn't have too much to do to prepare for that evening so I decided I would relax for a while and do some reading.

Later in the afternoon I headed out to the store to pick up everything I needed for dinner and a few extra things along with a movie. Once I came home I got to work setting up our bedroom with candles on the night tables and clean sheets. I had also picked up a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs some time back and slipped them with the key under the pillows for later. I went into the living room, popped the movie into the DVD player, and headed for the kitchen.

I spent the rest of the afternoon cooking our dinner. I was making some chicken in tomato sauce with a layer of cheese on top. I put together a salad, cutting up all kinds of vegetables and then adding some dressing. There was also some garlic bread and I put some water into a clear carafe with some ice. I set the table, adding the water and salad and put the chicken and bread back into the oven to keep it warm while I changed my clothes. I put on a light cozy sweater and some black slacks along with some makeup. Then I sat down to a crossword puzzle and waited for David, he was due home any time.

I was almost finished with the puzzle when David walked through the door. He hung his coat up and kicked his shoes off before walking into the living room. He looked at me and then to the table.

"What's all this then?" he asked.

"This would be your birthday dinner honey." I said, getting up from the couch. I went to him and kissed him on the lips. "Take a seat and relax," I told him. He sat down at the table while I poured the water into wine glasses and served the salad. After we finished we had our main course and David told me about his day.

"What do you want to do now honey?" David asked.

"Well I picked up a movie; it looked like a funny little film. You want to watch it?"

"Sure bundle." He helped me clear the dishes and then we sat down on the couch together and David started the movie. David leaned against me, head on my chest, and I stroked his hair. As the movie was winding down I started to kiss the top of David's head and I rubbed his shoulders. I told him to wait on the couch for a moment and that I would be back shortly.

I went into our bedroom and lit all the candles around the bed. I changed into a light blue and green nightgown and tied a matching see-through bathrobe around it. I opened the door and looked over at David stretched out on the couch. He looked over at me and smiled.

"Well, don't we look nice tonight?"

"Of course David. Follow me hon." He got up and followed me into the bedroom. I pointed at the bed and he sat down. He looked around at the candles and smiled again. I sat down next to him and pushed him lightly back onto the pillows. He was still in a sitting position and I sat down on his lap with my legs on either side of him. He put his hands around my hips and I kissed his lips lightly.

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. He tugged the shirt off his arms and flung it to the side of the room. I pushed his undershirt up over his head and dropped it to the floor. I started kissing David harder and moving my hips back and forth over his lap. He slipped the bathrobe off my shoulders and he tossed it on top of his clothes. I kissed his ear while I pressed my hips down into him. I could feel him getting hard under me and he moaned when I kissed him again. I rubbed over his hard cock through his pants, teasing him. I slowed my movements and told David to lie down.

I watched the candle light flickering over David's face as he looked up at me. I took his hand into my own and kissed his palm. I moved up to his fingers, kissing the tip of each one. Moving down to his wrist, I could feel David's other hand rubbing my bare leg and moving up slightly under the night gown. I kissed down his forearm as slow as I could and then his upper arm. I made my way across his shoulder to the base of his neck. I was lying flat on top of David and he was rubbing my back. I could hear his breathing get heavy as I kissed harder against his neck. David brought both his hands to the bottom of my nightgown and started to pull it up.

"Sorry sweetie, not yet," I told him. I pulled his arms over his head and told him to close his eyes. I kissed him softly on his lips and slipped the handcuffs out from under the pillow. I sat up to check David still had his eyes closed and cuffed him to the headboard. David opened his eyes when I put the handcuffs around his wrists, but it was too late. Between the cuffs and me pinning him to the bed, he wasn't going anywhere.

"Shanna, what's going on?"

"You'll see. Happy birthday David boo." I went back to kissing his neck and started to suck on his ear lobe. David started to groan as I moved my fingers over his nipple, rubbing gently over the middle. I kissed him hard on the lips, moving my tongue across his lips and slipping it inside his mouth. I rubbed his nipple faster and kissed my way down his chest. I rested my head on him and kept my fingers on his nipple while I rubbed my foot on his shin. I listed to David breathing and I could hear his heart beating against my ear. I moved my head and started kissing around his other nipple. David gasped as I circled my tongue over it. 

I kept licking for a long time, listening to David's moans, until I could tell the pressure was starting to build up. I kissed the middle of David's chest and very slowly over his tummy. I sat up to unbutton David's pants and ran my fingers over the bulge. I moved to pull David's pants off and then went back to kissing his stomach. I ran my hands over his sides, feeling his warm skin, reveling in its softness. I moved my hands to the edge of his boxers and inched them down just a bit. I left a trail of kisses down his tummy all the way to the elastic band. I pulled his boxers down a little bit more, following them with kisses. I kept inching them down until the elastic was right over the base of his cock. I gave his shaft a little kiss through the fabric and then crawled back up next to David, resting my arm across his chest. 

"You're not just going to leave me like this, are you?" David asked me.

"Of course I am honey, its called torture." I rubbed my hand up and down his side and wrapped my leg over his. I laid next to him for a while until David started to relax. I moved down on the bed and rested my hand on David's inner thigh. I rubbed up and down, sliding my fingers under the leg of his boxers once in a while, but avoiding his shaft.

"Are you getting horny David?" I asked innocently.

"Uh huh. You're good at that."

"If we could do anything right now, what would you want to do?"

"Well, we would get rid of the handcuffs, for one."

"Aww, you don't like them hon? They're fuzzy."

"I can tell," he smiled. I kissed his chest and moved my hand over his boxers. I rubbed my palm over his shaft through the fabric. I could feel David starting to get hard again, his cock pushing against the boxers. I moved away from David and pulled his boxers off. I watched David's naked body in front of me; even in the semidarkness he looked so sexy. I moved between his legs and started to massage one slowly, then the other. I worked my way up to his thighs, rubbing softly, and lying down with David's legs on either side of me.

I moved my fingers over his testicles and pressed by thumb against his base. I rubbed in a circle for as long as I thought David could stand. After a few minutes I wrapped my whole hand around his base and gave him a gentle squeeze. David groaned and I kept going. I brought my mouth up to his slit and licked away the pre cum. I loved the way he tasted. I moved my lips down around the head and pushed my tongue against him. I was still squeezing his base and I slid my mouth down his shaft. I moved my mouth up and down a few times and came to a stop at his head. I looked up to see David watching me. I wanted to give him a little show so I licked his tip slowly a few times and then slid my mouth down his shaft fast, as far as I could go. David bucked his hips, his shaft sliding through my hand about his base. I moved my mouth away and let him thrust up and down, still squeezing him. 

I didn't want David to get too close, so I loosened my grip and stroked his whole shaft. I stroked him softly a few times and then let go. I laid down on top of David, resting my head next to his. He went to move his arms but soon realized he couldn't.

"Let me unlock those for you David." I pulled out the key and set David's arms free.

"Thank you honey, I was starting to get a little sore."

"Oh shit. I'm sorry, I didn't think about that."

"It's ok Shanna. You still got me really horny, sore or not." He wrapped his arms around my back and I kissed him softly.

"I'm not done with you yet."

"Oh no?" he asked between kisses. I sat up and rubbed his shoulders and arms, still a little worried he might be in pain. David put his hands on my thighs while I massaged him. After a while he moved his hands under my nightgown again and moved them up to my breasts before pulling the nightgown off. David sat up on the bed and held me close to him, he was still very hard. 

I spread my legs apart and felt David's start to push between my lips. We moaned together as I pushed my hips down and he slid all the way inside me. David held me tight and I kissed him softly. I moved my hips slightly against him.

"Oh god Shanna." I moved them again, he gasped. "You got me so close before." I put my arms around his neck and rested my forehead against his. David smiled and closed his eyes, breathing heavy as I kissed him. David moved one of his hands down around my hip, leaving the other against my back. He pushed against me, thrusting faster with each stroke. I moaned as he pumped into me and held me tighter.

"Cum for me David."

"Oh Shanna!" his voice strained as the pressure built. He pushed his base against my lips and I could feel him shooting inside me, his shaft throbbing with each spurt. He moaned loud and let out a huge sigh. His body went limp and I held him close. David caught his breath as I kissed all over his face and rubbed the back of his neck. David slipped out of me as he pulled me down next to him on the bed. I could feel his cum starting to drip out as he put his arms around me.

"I should clean up David."

"Nuh uh! You're staying right here, we'll clean up later." He said. I smiled at him and stroked his hair. He ran his fingers over my cheek and kissed my lips.

"I love you Shanna."

"I love you too David. Happy birthday." 



Happy Birthday



On your birthday, after dinner, you, your parents, and your sisters gathered in the living room to have you open presents. There were the usual, the Swatch watches and a dark blue turtleneck, and then Dad took you to the garage. Of course you knew what he was going to do but it was special after all the waiting and expectation, and even then you didn't think you'd be so affected. There was your convertible, gleaming ivory white, and your father opened the driver's door. A sweep of his hand and you slid in, whereupon he dangled the key ring for your grasp.

"Go ahead, start her up," he encouraged. And it did, a nice assertive American jump to the sound of the engine coming to life. Then Dad indicates the convertible switch, which you turn, and sure enough the gears and levers swing into action, raising the canvas up behind, over, and down neatly in line with the windshield, enveloping you into in its comforting cocoon.

"Oh Daddy!" you exclaim, supremely happy, jumping out and hugging him. "No girl should be without one," he says and you laugh and kiss on the cheek.

Now, a month later, you've done your part at the Motor Vehicle Department and the convertible is yours to drive as you like, where you want. You take it to school to the appreciative looks of those you know and those you don't, student and staff, gearheads and fashionistas, because plainly you have a classic, stylish, outgoing, versatile, and powerful car, whose attributes match your own.

That night you drive to the Pathmark for another of shift of keeping the kids safe in their playhouse. It goes smoothly, no one suffocates in the cage of plastic balls and you get in some interesting reading in the New Yorker, which you'd finally taken up and realized that guy Arthur was right. Pretty opinionated sometimes but he listened well and had some pretty good ideas. No word from him in a while, wonder what's up?

You check out, say your goodbyes to your boss and the odd co-worker and head for your car in the back lot where employees park. No one else gets out when you do, but it's reasonably well lighted. Needless to say you're very surprised when I appear from around the back of your car just as you're about to unlock the door.

"Long time, no see, Anne," I say, striding swiftly toward you and before you can react I grab your wrist, twist it behind it you where I grab your other arm and handcuff them together. 

"Happy belated Birthday, sweetness, but I had to wait for you to get that car, didn't I? But no regrets, this night will worth the wait." I move in and embrace you against the door and give you a firm and penetrating kiss, my tongue sliding decisively between your parted lips, my hands sliding under your unzipped jacket, one running up and around your back, the other dropping and rubbing the firm cheeks of your buttocks. All of this is over your turtleneck and pants but shortly, as the kisses continue my hands are now inside your clothing, sliding smoothly on your warm soft skin, inside your bra straps, along and then under your panty's waistband. It's all nicely arousing when I break it off and pull you to the back of the convertible.

"This is your birthday rape fantasy, Anne," I say, "And because I can't having you screaming in case this isn't what you had in mind, this is to shut you up. Close your mouth."

"But--" you begin to protest and down comes the duct tape over your oh-so-kissable mouth. I pull at the fastener on your pants and pull the zipper down. O God, Yes! you think as I spin you round and push you down over the trunk. I move your jacket to the side and begin pulling your pants down while kicking your feet apart.

"My, aren't you a sight, Daddy's little girl cuffed and bent over her bitchin' Pontiac, lacy little panties covering two moons? Let's see just how full they are."

I hook my thumbs on the waistband and push them down to your knees. They curve splendidly under the sodium lamps.

"To put it crudely, Anne, you have a great ass, a spankin' ass. And I bet you're dying for one, aren't you? Do I have time before the next worker shows up?"

There's 10 p.m. shift change, you realize, and you shake your head no, your body tingling already in anticipation. Next you hear my zipper peeling apart and feel my fingers sliding under your butt, tickling the hairs you take such trouble to crop. I'm feeling for your slit, an action that you reflexively respond to by cocking your hips back and your butt up, your lips, already sweating, enveloping my fingertips. I respond in turn by pushing three of them deeper inside you. 

"Why Anne, you rape slut, you're already wet. That takes the half the pain out, but it will double your pleasure." I wriggle my digits in your cunt, making you writhe, the ball of heat building inside you, and then pull out position my cock at the notch of your pussy.

"Real rapists have to worry about DNA but I get to ride you bareback. Of course, real rapists don't give their victims morning after pills, either." You feel the spongy tip running up and down your slippery lips, and then, as you push your butt out again, I thrust, jamming up into the heart of your cunt, as far as I can go. You may be warmed up but that was rougher than you expected, as is the pace of my withdrawal. Slam! again, driving you into the trunk lid. You wince and stare at the canvas of the convertible top, peering up and through the thick plastic sheet of the rear window, staring past the shadows and steering wheel to the brick wall of the store through the windshield. It's not much to look at and you can't shout or grunt or cry. All you can hear is the distant hum of traffic on the other side of the shopping center, the whine of an untuned lamp, and the thump of your hips bumping rhythmically against the back of your car as I fuck your deliciously helpless body.

You are helpless, your hands locked behind your back, the freedom of your legs limited by the ring of clothes around your knees, your ass exposed in the cool night air under impersonal industrial lighting, you are being fucked, hard too, my hands firmly gripping your hips, in an anonymous parking lot. 

What a turn on! So you respond to my full, long, relentless thrusts with an upthrust of your butt, making me drive your mons even harder into the now-warm, white-painted, sheet metal of the trunk lid. You're buzzing inside as one of my hands moves to the middle of your back, pressing your breasts in their bra cups onto the trunk as well, and your nipples, already ripe, harden and swell with the pressure.

And of course there's the possibility that someone could drive up or walk out and see this guy fucking this girl doggy style over the back of a car, raising the adrenaline rush in both of us. I'd like to do you like this all night, and I will, but not here. So I look down at your prostrate body shaking as I ram into it, treating you like an object, a veritable fuckhole, which has its own visceral appeal, and let myself go, let the tension rise in my balls with each repeated bang against your ass, feel the nerve endings in my knob and underside begin to fry with the oh-so-sweet, flaming, slippery compression of your cunt. My balls tighten, the nerve endings begin firing as the friction turns from pleasure to pain and I begin to spurt, my thrusts shorter and sharper as the shots of sperm blot the far end of your vagina.

You in turn are having your own little orgasm, hearing my grunts, stabbing my pleasure deep inside you. You're an object but an object of desperate need, my need to fuse myself to you as closely as possible in an act of twisted intimacy. Your helplessness, your sensitivity to your submission, your gift complement the receipt of my need and the ball pulsing at your clit radiates throughout your groin and gently explodes. You shake and shiver on your car, sweat beading on your back and chest as I continue thrusting.

We gradually draw to a stop, I pull out, and turn you around to push you to your knees. My cock, still thick but drooping and dripping, hangs before your face. My hand tugs your head up and pulls the tape from your pouting lips. You wince and look up with those wide blue eyes, mouth parted.

"Now, lick me clean, birthday slut," as I slide my prick's dripping, slimy length between your lips. You open wide and gobble me, your tongue laving the gooey, slightly salty sperm off my cock. I hold your head and begin fucking your face as I harden again under your attention.

"C'mon, Anne, sweetie, open wide and swallow." You gag as my knob hits the back of your mouth, catch a breath as I withdraw and gulp as I jam myself down your throat.

"Oh, honey, that's even tighter than your cunt. Keep it up, baby, and maybe I'll shoot soon." You cough and gasp, grabbing another breath before your nose presses again my trimmed triangle of pubic hair. Your vagina, your mouth are just hot, tight holes for my pleasure, and even as you deal with the discomfort, my cock head abrading your throat, the pavement grinding against your knees. To our surprise, my sex responds again, my balls tighten by your chin and I begin to jerk my hips in short strokes, giving you no time to react between thrusts.

"Unh, unh, unh," I'm reduced to grunts, my cock shooting blanks down your spasming throat. It's over shortly and I pull out, folding my limp member back inside my boxers before zipping up my pants. You kneel there, coughing.

"You tell anyone about this, I'll have to spank you," I say, before pulling you up, and unlocking the handcuffs. You lean on my shoulders, breathing heavily, your pants and panties now down around your ankles, your crotch, thighs, and mouth a sticky mess. You look up, eyes shining with gratitude. "Now, now, don't get all excited all over again..." I massage your wrists, hug you close, and kiss you once again hard and deeply, sucking the breath from you before whispering,

"Now pull yourself together and drive home. Do you want to find you like this? Imagine explaining yourself: ‛Teenage Girl Found Masturbating Behind Pathmark.' If Daddy didn't spank you, you know I would." And with that I'm gone, leaving you to do just as I ordered before unlocking the door and slipping inside your cocoon to replay the events of closing time again and again until you fall soundly asleep that night.



Happy Birthday



I walked into the hotel room, dropping my jacket and purse beside the door, and walked directly to where he was sitting in the chair watching television. He looked up and smiled, "Hey."

I smiled back, but didn't say a word as I dropped to my knees in front of him, and began unbuttoning his jeans.

"Cut to the chase, huh?" he asked. Still, I only smiled up at him, and directed my attention back to his lap. Finally getting his jeans unfastened, my smile got bigger as I held his dick in my hands. I leaned forward and ran my tongue all the way around, then up and down. Placing just the head in my mouth, I applied a gentle suction before pulling back so that it popped out from between my lips. He tried to stand, to lead me to the bed, but I pushed him back into his seat, and still fully dressed, save for my missing thong, I crawled onto his lap. I wrapped my hand around his dick and rubbed it slowly along my pussy, enjoying myself profusely. Moving my knees deeper into the chair beside him for support, I leaned back towards his knees, and pulled my skirt up so he could watch me play.

I eased the thick head of his dick into my pussy for just a moment, then pulled him back out, and began rubbing him slowly across my clit. Before long, I was rocking my hips, moving to meet the action I was creating with my hand on his dick, and quickly nearing an orgasm. Just before I fell apart, I lifted my hips up and pushed him completely inside of me. I felt the contractions start inside my pussy as I grabbed onto the arms of the chair to keep from falling. I threw my head back, and panted my way through a truly amazing orgasm. 

As my vision cleared, I looked up into his eyes and smiled again, "Hi."

"Oh, now you have something to say to me?"

I laughed, and crawled off his lap, only to drop back to my knees, and slowly lick his dick from the bottom to the top and back down again, cleaning the gleaming juices I'd left behind. "What, you didn't like my hello?"

"I liked it just fine, I just didn't expect it."

"Mmmm, so, you gonna do something else with that or not?" I asked pointing to the hard-on that still begged for more attention.

"You are pretty bossy today."

"Oh, sorry." 

"Somehow I doubt that."

I shrugged as I walked towards the bed, peeling my shirt over my head, and dropping my skirt to the floor. I reached behind me and unfastened my bra and quickly threw it to the side. I placed one foot up onto the bed, intending to unzip my boot, but I never got that far. He moved behind me, and thrust inside of me so quickly, I never saw it coming. He rolled his hips, then pushed me forward so that I was leaning over the edge of the bed as he held my hips and hammered into me. I held onto the sheets, gripping them between my fingers, never able to do more than hang on. 

I have always enjoyed the way he fills me, stretches me, and today was no exception; he knew exactly what he was doing as I began to scream as another orgasm ripped through my body. My legs gave out, and I collapsed against the bed, only to have him throw me forward, farther onto the bed. I rolled over, to try to guess his next move when he grabbed my hips again and slowly this time pushed forward into my pussy. After the punishing tempo I had just lived through, this seemed like slow torture. I locked my legs around his hips, urging him to move faster, harder into me, but he only smiled at me and shook his head.

I reached up to pull him to me, intending to kiss him, but instead he began another assault, just as potent as he kissed along my neck, across my shoulder blades, and up to my ear. He stopped to bite at my earlobe. He reached a hand down to flick quickly over my clit as he breathed into my ear, "Cum for me, come one, cum for me right now." As if that was all my body was waiting for was the command or permission he gave, my hips bucked forward, and again I felt the muscles in my pussy grabbing at his dick, pulsing and contracting as yet another orgasm washed over me.

He gave me just a moment to catch my breath before he rolled with me so that I sat firmly atop him. I needed no encouragement, I began riding him, rotating my hips as my hands moved up, drifting over my body, then up to tangle in my hair. Beyond thought, beyond anything other than the quest for release, I rode him hard. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling up at me, enjoying my pleasure almost as much as I was. He brought his hands up to my hips and held on to me, so I grabbed his wrists for support as I felt the beginnings of another orgasm start to tear me apart. I felt him push up into me, and I felt him cum deep inside me. 

As I rolled to the side, my legs, with my boots still on tangled in his, I laughed through panting breaths.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing at all, I just forgot to tell you Happy Birthday." 



Happy Birthday



My Love, someday I will treat you to a very special birthday again. Perhaps it will be something like this. I hope you enjoy it...

It's you birthday today and I want it to be special.

I love to surprise you, so:

I surprise you with your favorite roses

I surprise you with a poem I wrote, wrapped in a lovely blue dress.

I surprise you by taking you to a cabin in the mountains.

I surprise you by cooking your favorite gourmet dinner

I surprise you with your favorite wine.

I surprise you with my homemade cheesecake.

I surprise you with a fire, soft rug, pillows, and soft music.

You smile and tell me how much you love me as you remember another night, long, long ago...

As we cuddle together in front of the fireplace, I feed you fresh strawberries, completely lost in my love for you.

I can feel your excitement building as I raise each berry to your lips, taking special care to kiss and caress your neck, ears, and shoulders, feeling shivers pass through you as my lips tenderly brush your smooth, soft skin. You feel cool under my warm lips and you tremble and sigh, leaning back against me on the soft rug. 

There is nowhere I would rather be tonight. Outside, rain drums softly against the cabin's windows, but inside we are warm and cozy by the fire.

As your passion quickens, you begin to strain against the confines of your new dress, so I reach around and slowly unbutton it, my breath hot on your neck.

I gently pull your dress off and my breath catches as your back arches, you are so lovely in the firelight. Your desire is evident and I run my fingers down slowly, caressing and gently teasing.

You moan softly and lift your lips to mine for a tender kiss as your perfumed softness fills my gentle hands.

Wanting more, I lay you back on the pillows your long hair fanning out. Starting with your lips, I begin to kiss my way down, slowly and tenderly as my hands gently caress you. Your smooth skin dimples as you shiver with delight. You tremble knowing what's next.

I can feel your heart flutter under my passionate kisses and my tongue's gentle caress.

You sigh and pull my head down, whispering fiercely, "Mm, Alex, just like that!"

The taste of your silken skin fills my mouth as I gladly do as you ask.

You whimper; your breathing ragged as you arch your back, trembling. You grip my hair, holding me tightly to you as the delicious sensations mount. My heart swells because I so love being the one to make you feel this way.

Your trembling increases and intensifies and you cry out as the wave of ecstasy washes over you. You clasp me to you as if you are drowning in your pleasure, softly calling "Alex; oh Alex," to me over and over.

Your shudders decrease and your body relaxes, I move over, beginning again, selfish in my desire to please you. This time, I gently brush my hand down, lower, searching for the fount of your desire, caressing you urgently, tenderly.

You push back against my hand desperately, as passion takes you again.

I move up to kiss you and you grasp my face in both hands. Flushed and panting, your lips seek mine, your passion heightened and hungry. In your brown eyes, I can see your love for me, as they reflect the firelight, searching my face, waiting for what I will do now.

My heart tries to leap from my chest and as I look into the depths of your soul and find pure love. Oh how I love you!

That is why, tonight, I am dedicated solely and completely to your pleasure. I caress your face gently and I start to kiss my way down again. My hands caress you, as my lips taste the sweetness of your silken skin; damp with passion and flushed with desire. I linger paying special attention to the places that make shivers run through you. My hands gently tease, following in the wake of my lips until I reach your lovely foot.

I unbuckle and slip off one of the shoes you wore, especially for me tonight, remembering how I felt the first time I saw you wear them; how I wished for a moment such as this, how once, long ago... My hands caress your soft foot as I kiss, suckle, and then lick; exactly the way that most excites you.

You gasp softly and your breath speeds up as I pleasure your sensitive foot. You roll your head from side to side, your golden hair shining in the firelight.

I kiss your delicate arch, heel, and ankle, admiring how your skin glistens in the firelight and then my lips move up until I reach a more sensitive spot.

You tremble as I kiss and lick behind your knee, one hand on your ankle, the other lightly brushing higher. You thrash your head, your lovely face flushed with pleasure as another wave washes over you. You moan with pleasure, your skin glistening.

I revel in your passion as I move higher. My mouth waters, tempted as I near my ultimate goal; but I keep my mind focused and, kissing down, remove your other shoe and continue to lovingly to heighten your pleasure.

Holding both of your pretty feet together, I kiss, lick, and caress, lifting as I kiss my way down farther.

You squirm in delight as my tongue traces the edges of your last secret, covered by soft silk; you know I am almost there.

I lower your lovely legs on either side of my body and kneel between them. I bend down to taste the center of your pleasure, reveling in the sweetness. Slowly, I remove the moistened silk, and lean back down, ready at last for what I have been anticipating all evening.

My face brushes your soft down and fragrant nectar glistens in the firelight. My tongue gently enters, sweeping lightly from top to bottom.

You cry out with pleasure your hands knot in my hair, pulling me into your center.

I slide both hands under, tilting you up to my face, I devour you, hungrily, my tongue flicking and teasing your most sensitive places.

Fire courses along your nerves and I hear you whimper as your legs squeeze the sides of my head.

You buck in my hands as I continue, wanting you to feel more than ever before. I draw you into my mouth as I slip two fingers in.

Moaning and writhing, you call out to me, breathlessly, "Oh, Alex, yes!"

I slide a third finger in and, as my tongue motions increase, slip it out and down a little.

The sensations threaten to overwhelm you. Your fingers tear at my hair. "Stop, oh stop," you pant breathlessly.

I can't stop now. I want this to go on forever.

My finger gently, presses as I draw you into my mouth, my tongue flicking rapidly.

You gasp, unable to cry out, back arched and heaving as another wave of passion courses through you. I look up; you look so lovely with your golden hair damp and clinging to your face as you writhe in throes of ecstasy.

My gentle pressure yields an entrance. My mouth aches as I hold it under pressure as my fingers cause you delightful torment, slowly moving in unison.

You gasp again. You have no breath left. Your vision explodes with colors and you feel as if you will pass out.

I move all three fingers in and out to the rhythm of my tongue.

Each motion of tongue and fingers sends your senses reeling. Your nerves feel raw as each new wave of ecstasy passes over you; so many now, they are beyond counting. 

"Stop." you sob weakly, "Alex, please stop." You are totally exhausted.

I stop and move up, kissing you slowly and tenderly. 

You are unable to move or speak, as you lie there limply, your skin glistening in the firelight.

Sitting up I lick the last traces of sweetness from my fingers and lips, then stand before you and slowly remove my clothes. My desire is rampant and urgent, solely for you and you alone.

You look up at me and you smile, love shining in your eyes. 

You are so beautiful. You can never know the way you make feel, there are no words to describe it. All I want to do is make you happy.

I kneel down and gently gather you into my arms, tears of love shining in my eyes, my heart pounding as we embrace.

I wanted today to be a very special birthday for you.

I'm glad it's still early...,



Happy Birthday



Our friend Brian was one of my husband's closest friends. He is an attractive, intelligent and sweet man, and we always enjoyed a playful friendship in which we flirted with one another. 

While my husband Doug always appreciated our banter for what it was, Brian's wife did not. Brian's wife Joanne was a physically beautiful woman, but she was also a bitch. She often made public comments that were hurtful and embarrassing to Brian, especially when I was around. 

A few years ago, Brian's wife left him after more than 10-years of marriage to pursue a lesbian relationship. Brian was devastated. He really took it to heart, having been convinced by "the evil one" (my nickname for her) that he destroyed her interest in men because he was such a horrible man and lover. 

Brian spent a lot of time with us in the months following their split. We had him over for dinner, to watch sports, etc. He also enjoyed playing with our child. He loved kids but had none of his own because Joanne didn't want them.

During this time, Doug and I were convinced that the only way he'd ever get over the break-up was if he found a woman who would be sweet to him and treat him the way he deserved. Unfortunately, his confidence was so low he couldn't even think about dating again.

So, when Brian's birthday arrived several months later, we invited him and a few friends over for a dinner party in his honor. We also invited a woman who we thought might like Brian and visa versa. The dinner party went well, and Brian enjoyed being with friends. He also appeared to enjoy meeting Patricia. 

After everyone else left, Brian thanked us for the party. Sitting in our living room, we drank more wine and talked until late. I sat on one end of the couch, and Brian sat on the other. Doug sat in "his" chair across from us. As the wine flowed, so did the conversation. 

Eventually, the subject of Patricia came up. Acting like a nervous school boy, he told us how he liked Patricia very much but was afraid to ask her out. When asked why, he sadly responded 

"Why? So I can make another woman a lesbian?" 

With that he started to cry softly. 

I put my wine glass down, moved next to Brian and held him and comforted him. I held him for awhile, reassuring him that he was a wonderful man and that his soon-to-be ex-wife was little more than a nasty bitch. He laughed at that, hugged me tight, and excused himself. 

After Brian left the room, Doug looked at me and said "you know, you're the only woman he trusts." 

"What does that mean?" I asked. 

"Maybe you need to give him a nice birthday present to help him move on with his life, Ali." 

I knew what he meant and started at him in shock.

"You know I'm right, Ali."

"And this makes sense to you?" I asked incredulously.

"As long it's only a one time thing. Look, it's not like I don't enjoy watching you tease and flirt with other men. And I know it's something you certainly enjoy."

"But this is different...." I insisted.

"Yes, but we've talked about it in fantasy and you know it's hot! Besides, Brian is our friend and if we're ever going to do something like this, it should be with someone we trust. I also think it's something he needs and I know you care for Brian a lot." My husband the lawyer sounded so logical sometimes. 

I responded logically as well. "You're an asshole, Dr. Phil!" and stuck my tongue out at him. 

Just then Brian walked in. "I should get going and leave you two."

"Nonsense," Doug insisted. "It's still early and there's more wine to drink." With that Doug poured Brian more wine.

"Besides," I chimed in, "you need to give me a foot rub." I leaned back and put my nylon clad feet in Brian's lap. Brian smiled as he began his work in earnest.

Brian once admitted to me that has a foot fetish, and it had been a running joke with us that giving me foot rubs were better than having sex with his wife. It was probably true. 

Brian also had a nylon fetish, and knew I preferred thigh highs to pantyhose. "Are those stockings or pantyhose, Ali?" He asked while massaging my feet. Brian's flirting was on cue.

"How much is it worth to you?" I responded.

"Hmm...I'll have to check my wallet. " Brian smiled.

As he continued rubbing, I shifted my feet in his lap a bit and realized he had the beginnings of a nice, full erection. When Brian realized that my foot had felt his hardness, he looked at me with a concerned look in his face. I looked in his eyes and smiled, gently caressing him with my foot. Doug used the moment to excuse himself.

Within a few moments the foot massage dissolved into Brian caressing my feet while they rubbed his cock through his pants. "What about Doug?" he eventually asked. 

"Shhh...just take it out for me," I whispered.

He was frozen, afraid to move. So I sat up, shifted myself next to him, and unzipped his pants. As my hand reached inside and removed his rigid cock, I whispered in his ear "when I say take it out, I mean take it out." I then kissed his cheek as my hand slowly and lovingly caressed his beautiful cock. 

Kissing his neck as I stroked him, he began to ask "What if Doug...." I silenced him with a deep soul kiss. "Just shut up and enjoy your birthday present, Brian." 

I smiled, kissed him gently on the lips, and lowered my head to his lap. I used my tongue to bathe the head of his cock while my hand pumped the shaft. After a few moments of this treatment, I slipped my lips around the head and slid him into my mouth slowly and fully, offering a soft moan of approval. I slowly withdrew his cock and again took him deep into my mouth, sucking him hard as my fingers played with his balls. 

I continued delivering my birthday present as I felt Brian's hand slide over my ass to my nylon clad legs. Slipping beneath my dress, his hand moved upwards caressing my thigh while raising the hemline over the tops of my black thigh highs. He gasped.

At this point, I knew Brian was enjoying my stockings as much as my blowjob. As I looked up to see Brian's face – his eyes closed in ecstasy, I saw Doug standing in the doorway sipping his wine, obviously enjoying the show as evidenced by the huge tent in his slacks. 

Inspired by my husband's voyeuristic presence, I decided to give him a good show. I pulled Brian's cock from my mouth and gave it another hot tongue bath while staring into Doug's eyes across the room. He smiled, squeezing his cock through his pants. I then slid Brian back into my mouth for the final stretch of his birthday blowjob.

As I felt Brian hardening and nearing orgasm, I began using my fingers to massage the area around his asshole. When I began inserting the tip of my index finger, he began cumming immediately. As he filled my mouth with his hot sticky cum, I pumped him and swallowed every drop. When he was done, I licked him clean and put his cock away, kissing his cheek as I zipped him back up.

"Happy birthday, Brian."

I adjusted myself and went to clean up as Doug made a pretense of entering the room as if he'd seen nothing. When I returned from the bathroom, Brian had left. "Brian said he had to leave but asked me to thank you for the lovely evening," he said with that smug lawyerly smirk Doug gets sometimes. With that he walked up to me, took me into his arms, and said "let's go to bed so I can fuck my wife." 

And he did until dawn.



Happy Birthday



Have you ever wished the earth would open up and swallow you? Well that was the way I felt on the evening of my birthday.

I had 'treated' myself to a night out. Well, there was no one else to 'treat' me and it was a Saturday, so I had no work the next day. So I went up to the cinema and saw the latest Bond film, which I thoroughly enjoyed. It was classic escapism, totally improbable plot, glamorous women, madcap special effects, great!

After the film I went for, originally, a couple of drinks. I meant to get the bus, about half past six, head home and eat in my local Italian restaurant where they dish up some lovely pastas and excellent sauces.

So much for 'plans'. The first drink went down well and then, as I ordered the second, I saw this woman pass the end of the bar, on her way to the toilets. She was bout 5ft 6, black hair, shapely legs and a very nice bum. 

"Do you like what you see?" asked a voice behind me.

I turned around to see a man, about my height and a little older than me, though that isn't hard at a mere 23. He was smiling and looked reasonably affable.

"Yes, I do like what I saw. She looked like a nice lady from the back and I hope to catch sight when she returns to see if she is as nice from the front."

"Oh she is, believe me. I know, I'm her husband."

Earth; open; now!!

"Lucky man. I hope you don't mind my admiring her from afar."

"I don't mind in the least. What are you drinking? G and T is it? Here, have another one and you can join us. Sandy, this young man was 'admiring you from afar' and I suggested he join us. Here's your vodka, and here's you gin, ...?'

"Sorry, Frank. Pleased to meet you both."

"Hi, Frank, I'm Sandy and this is Bruce," said the dark haired beauty beside me. She had returned as I spoke with Bruce and she had a beautiful smile in her voice and on her face as I looked at her in embarrassment.

"Come on, Frank, we're sitting over here. Now then don't worry, we won't bite, unless asked to."

Bruce had a smile on his face as he guided me to their table and sat down. Sandy then sat beside him on the bench and I took the chair opposite them. I was still not too settled in their company. There was some sort of undercurrent here which I could not fathom. What was the term? Ah, yes, a hidden agenda.

"So, Frank, what has you up in town this afternoon?"

"Well, Sandy, it's my birthday and so I went to see the new Bond film. Now I'm enjoying a drink and then I aim to go home and eat and listen to some music. What about you two?"

"Oh, we're out on the prowl, I suppose. You see we work most weekends as we run a small sweet shop, but this weekend we are having a refit so we are closed and, as it's Saturday, we thought we'd hit town for a couple of hours and see what we have been missing whilst at work."

"Luckily we came in here and found you, or you found us, whichever. Sometimes lady luck is with you and today she was." Brian was smiling, again, as he said this.

I was beginning to wonder what I was getting into. I needed a breather so I took their drinks order and went to the bar to gather my thoughts. Hell, they looked O.K. I just wish I could figure out what the unspoken messages were. They were obviously up to something but I couldn't figure out what. That was about to change.

"Frank, have you ever heard of swinging?" asked Brian, when I returned with their drinks.

"Well yes, I've heard of it but I don't see...."

"Sorry, pal, we're swingers. We saw you long before you saw us. We have been here a good twenty minutes longer than you. When you walked in Sandy just said..."

"Yummy! Him I like."

"... then she went to the toilet; and the rest is history."

"You were looking for me, or a least another man?"

"Yes, we were and we have found you and we hope that you don't mind. If you would like to join us for dinner we would be very happy to feed you and then we can go on from there, if you're game. It's entirely up to you, Frank, no pressure. If the idea doesn't appeal you are under no obligation. It's all up to you now. Cheers." Brian sipped his whisky and Sandy glanced at me with her lovely brown eyes and my head span and whirled.

Hell, I wasn't a virgin but I wasn't the most experienced 23 year old in the world and here was one hell of an offer. What would you have done? Well, I said yes. Come on, this was going to be 'different' if nothing else. Hey, you only live once, unless you're James Bond.

We finished our drinks and went out to dinner. Nothing fancy mind you. We all agreed on fish and chips from their local chippy and took it back to their flat, over the sweet shop.

It was a very smart flat. They sat me down at the small dining table in front of the window and Sandy went to the kitchen nook to put the fish suppers in the microwave whilst Brian put on some music and then asked how I liked my coffee.

After eating our fish and chips we moved to the suite and relaxed with our coffees and I had to contemplate my next move. We were on coffee as we did not want to work through an alcoholic haze. Well, this was it, decision time. Finish the coffee and go home or...?

"Well, Frank, do you fancy helping me to satisfy this young minx? She takes a lot of loving and sometimes, like tonight, I could do with some help."

The way Sandy had been sitting opposite me in the armchair, gently parting her legs so that I could see her inner thighs and occasionally licking her lips, had been working under my skin for the past few minutes and now, with Brian's words, she smiled deliciously, like the cat who got the cream. Well, my cock was answering for me, it was getting hard and I needed to shift in my seat to accommodate it.

"If Sandy really wants the dubious pleasure of my body I'm very pleased to offer it." Oh man, was I happy to offer it. This couldn't be happening. Not to me. Hell, I'm no Adonis, I'm just plain old me, nothing special, Mr. Anonymous.

"Oh yes, I very much fancy your body, Frank, very much."

With that she rose from the settee and came over to my chair. I was rising but she put her hands on my shoulders and pressed me down again. "Wait, wait. You just sit there whilst I get you ready. Brian, put another CD on, then you can join us."

"Yes, Ma'm." 

"Now then, raise you hips so that I can get these trousers down. Good man. Oh look, you seem pleased to see me. Here, help me out of this blouse. That's it. Now the skirt, here at the side. Yes, good boy!"

Now she stood before me and my proud cock in skimpy pants and bra. Then Brian appeared behind her and unclipped the bra. Her lovely breasts sprang forth and then he helped her to step out of her pants and shoes. She had a neatly trimmed pubic area and her tits were proud but soft. What my father would have called 'a nice handful'. I guesstimated about a 36 inch bust and her legs definitely went 'all the way to the top'. Heaven could wait, I was already in Paradise.

"Still like what you see, Frank?" asked Brian, from behind Sandy's shoulder.

"Even more than ever. You have a beautiful body, Sandy. Now, please, may I get rid of these trousers?"

"Here we go," said Sandy, as she pulled them off, along with my pants, socks and shoes. I took no time at all in losing my shirt and Brian was stripping as fast in the background. Then Sandy smiled at me and pushed me back into the chair as she descended onto my throbbing member with her warm mouth. As she knelt in front of me Brian approached her from behind and started to finger her pussy from the rear. Then she raised her hips slightly and he slid his cock into her wet and willing cunt.

At the same time she was cupping my swollen balls, rubbing my thigh and liking and sucking on my throbbing member. I was not ready for this sort of action and so I had to warn her.

"Sandy, I'm going to fucking come very soon if you keep that up. Hell, I can't take too much more."

"You can come...when your ready...because I'm nearly there...as well..."

"Me too, girl, keep going," said Brian.

Well, I didn't need much encouragement. Sandy kept bobbing on my shaft and Brian kept pounding her from behind, which I felt through her, if you follow my drift. In fact that was one of the sexiest things I have ever felt. Knowing that he was fucking her whilst she fucked me, it was enough to make me come, so I did. 

Sandy didn't even gag. She looked me in the eye and kept swallowing. Then she licked the crown of my cock and sighed. Then Brian caught my eye as he threw his head back and went rigid as he spurted into Sandy, who was rocking backwards on his cock.

Within seconds we had all succumbed to each other and we were all sated, for the moment.

"God, that was fantastic. Thank you, Sandy. That was brilliant."

"Glad you enjoyed it, Frank. Now, lets get into bed and snuggle up, recover and see where we go from there."

Well, firstly I excused myself and went to the bathroom. When I returned Sandy was missing and Brian was in the kitchen alcove. 

"Over there, Frank, first door on the left, the other one's the study. Here, take this in with you. I'll be in in a minute. My turn for the loo."

I went into the bedroom, carrying the tray with the white wine and glasses. I received another shock in the bedroom. A true king-size bed. I'd seen them in the films but I had never seen one live. It was a great expanse of pale blue sheet, with a blue duvet thrown back and a very sexy young woman sprawled out diagonally across it. My limp cock decided to stiffen up, again. Sandy noticed the twitch and smiled, as she raised herself up and asked for some wine.

"What on earth made you pick on me? Hell, I'm not the handsomest of men out there, Sandy. Brian is far better looking than me and he has a much leaner body. Sorry, but I'm just curious. What did I do to deserve you?"

"Your neck and ears."

"Pardon?"

"Your neck and ears. I just have a thing for necks and ears and yours are damned sexy. Come here, put you glass down and I'll show you."

Which she did. She sat beside me on the bed and slowly, sexily, licked her way up my neck from the shoulder to my ear lobe. Then she nibbled my ear, circled it with her tongue and then slid down my neck again. Whilst doing this she held my head steady in her hands and I simply went with the flow. I did absolutely nothing but enjoy the sensations her wet tongue was causing. Then she released my head, took a mouthful of wine and turned to me, kissed me and, as I opened my mouth, passed the wine from her mouth to mine.

"She been nibbling again? Sandy, move over. That's it. Now, look what I found in the bathroom. Any use to anyone?"

Brian held out a bottle of baby oil. "I can think of one or two uses myself," he said as he poured some into his hand. "Sit back, Sandy. No, here, in between me and Frank. Now I can work on your back. Frank, I think the lady could do with a little attention further south."

I agreed, as Sandy was gently fingering her damp pussy lips, so I set about returning the earlier favour. I stretched out over the bed and applied my mouth to her warm cunt. Sandy put her hands on my head and guided me to the exact spot that required my attention. I was pleased to learn that she had a relatively large clitoris, making my pleasuring of her that much easier. I licked her slowly and firmly, as I had been taught to by an ex-girlfriend. She had taught me many things before returning to America after her exchange year at my college.

"Oh God, that's gooooood. Oh, yes, more, more....ahhhh!" 

Sandy was squirming up and down whilst Brian had given up the back massage and was now oiling her breasts and kissing her neck. 

"Keep going, Frank. She'll stop you when she's had enough. Either that or she'll drown you. When she comes she really comes." Sandy was moaning and arching her back. Brian was busy massaging and I was trying to breathe as I worked on Sandy. Slowly I introduced two fingers to her vagina as I worked at the top of her pussy and, when she felt them, she grabbed my arm and pulled it in towards her.

"Yes, please. Oh, more. Yes! Keep going. Brian, suck them, come on, guys, fuck me." We didn't need any further encouragement and for the next few minutes we were a writhing heap in the middle of that fabulous bed. At last Sandy heaved her hips up and grabbed my head. 

"Enough, please, enough."

I stopped licking and she subsided again, quivering from head to toe. Brian had also stopped and he passed me some wine whilst Sandy lay supine, but still quivering.

"Oh boy, she hasn't been like this in a long while. Well done, Frank. I think she came, just a little bit. Cheers my man, thank you. That was just what we needed. You were a very fortunate find. I'm glad we met you."

"Cheers, Brian. I'm glad I met you as well. You O.K., Sandy?"

"I'm fine, thanks. God, that was good. I haven't been eaten like that in ages. Then your fingers. How'd you know where to put them? God, that was good."

I told them about Abby, my American girlfriend. She was the daughter of a sex therapist and her mother had taught her a lot about the human body and pleasure. Sometimes its not what you know but who you know, which leads to you learning some important life skills.

"Luck lad. Sandy and I are still learning and I think Sandy just learnt that there is a lot of fun to be had from your tongue. You are a lucky man and one day some woman is going to hang onto you. Meanwhile I think I need to put another CD on. Sandy, give the man some more wine."

Sandy shared the remaining wine between the three glasses and then sat up at the head of the bed. She patted the pillow beside her, told me to move up and gave me my glass.

"Thank you, again. That was good. You know, we aren't really strange people. We like to find new partners now and then so that we can experience variations on the sane old theme. We are not into bondage or S&M, nor role playing. We just like good sex, and that was good. Now, Brian, finish your wine and then I think I owe you two a final fling."

Brian took his glass and emptied it in two swallows. I had just finished mine and Sandy had already moved down the bed and turned her back to me. As Brian turned back to the bed Sandy reached out for his cock and started to wank him, slowly and carefully. At the same time she raised her beautiful little bum and backed towards me. Well, I had a nice solid erection looking for something to do so I thrust it deep into her waiting cunt. Sandy's hand started to move faster on Brian's cock and her vagina started to clamp onto mine. I was watching her wank Brian as I fucked her, doggy style, and the whole scene was really making me wonder if this was real. I had never, before, been involved in a threesome. My experiences were all one on one. This was bizarre but also fantastic. I kept up my rhythm and, as Brian started to moan, I knew that this time I was going to fill Sandy with my sperm. Her hand was massaging his cock and he was fighting the urge to come. 

"Give it to me, boys. Come on, cough up, guys. Come on."

"O.K. little lady. You asked for it. Here it is!" I couldn't hold back any more and exploded inside her.

"Good boy. Now you, Brian, come on man. I need a facial. Come on."

That was all the encouragement he needed and he promptly squirted semen over her face and neck.

"Good boy. Thank you. Now I need to recover ... again!" So saying she laid down and rolled over onto her back. Brian went to the bathroom and returned with a damp flannel to wipe her face. I went to the toilet and then to the kitchen, for a drink of water.

"Bring me one, would you?"

"O.K. Brian. What about Sandy?"

"No thanks, lover. I'm fine. Very satisfied in fact. Actually, I'm shagged and bloody content. Hurry up and come to bed."

I took the drinks into the bedroom, where I found them snuggling down under the duvet. Sandy lifted the cover on her left side and I climbed in and slid down the bed beside her.

"Right, lights out, guys, this girl needs some beauty sleep. See you both in the morning. Good night, Brian. Good night, Frank. Oh yes, and happy birthday, Frank. Happy birthday. 



Happy Birthday



-1-

"Happy Birthday honey," she said as he let the door swing shut behind him. "You're just in time."

Jack had been so caught up with work lately he hadn't even remembered that today was his 39th birthday. It was a bitch of a drive home, as it always was on Friday evenings. This Friday was particularly bad. Sitting in traffic for over an hour and a half had made him late to help put his four-year-old son Michael to bed. He had expected to be reprimanded for his tardiness, but there was no hint of discontent in his wife's voice.

Jessie and he had met more than 11 years ago when he was working his way up the ranks in his law firm. They recognized there was something very special and lasting between them quickly and within two years had wed. For Jack he found her to be just the perfect combination of the girl you take home to mom and the adventurous kitten in the bedroom.

"Jack I made your favorite drink... it's on the end table."

Jack was not a heavy drinker, but enjoyed a mohito or martini as much as the next guy. It usually only took one stiff mixed drink to relax him and take the edge off.

"I'm preparing something special tonight," Jessica announced from the kitchen. "Please don't come in or you'll spoil the surprise."

It had been a while since Jessica and he had enjoyed a nice quiet meal together. He threw his coat over the back of a rocking chair, slipped out of his shoes and walked over to the sofa.

"I'm sorry I'm late babe," he offered as he reached over to snatch up his drink from the end table.

"That's ok, I was pretty busy preparing your birthday surprise," she answered.

He took a long slow slip of the drink - a mohito. It smelled stronger than usual, but the combination of rum and mint was delicious.

"How much rum did you put in this drink babe?"

Jessie avoided the topic, "I hope you are not too tired, I have a big night planned for us."

For a few minutes Jack sat back and enjoyed the drink and the soft household sounds that accompany the act of cooking. He reflected on the long road that brought him and Jessie together, to start a family, to buy this house. While it hadn't always been a bed of roses, the good times far outweighed the bad, and they had made a very happy life here.

Jack took another long slow drink, and realized he had come to the bottom. It wasn't like him to suck down a drink that quickly - his tolerance was low and alcohol went straight to his head. 

"This drink was great Jess," he called into the kitchen.

"Wow, you polished that off fast, let me bring you another," she replied from the kitchen.

His first instinct was to decline, but damn if that didn't taste good, and it was, after all Friday.

Jessica crossed from the kitchen into the living room carrying a pitcher of mohito. She was wearing that sexy evening dress that always drove him wild.

"I thought you might like it, so I made a whole pitcher."

She set the pitcher on the end table and leaned over him to kiss him. Jack loved the way her blonde hair fell forward and tickled his face when she kissed him. He was surprised to feel her tongue in his mouth, and he reciprocated. As they kissed, he noticed her breasts, full and beautiful in the low-cut dress she wore. She slid her hand up his leg to his groin and his cock pulsed back against her touch in response.

"You look amazing baby," Jack told her. "That dress always gets me so hard."

She smiled at him, "I thought you might like it."

She moved to the end table positioning her back to him as she reached for the pitcher. As she bent to refill his drink she pulled her dress up, showing him the string-thin black thong she was wearing underneath. Jack felt his cock twitch in his pants, stretching to break free of his boxers. Before he could reach out to pinch her tight ass she let the dress fall back down and started pouring the drink.

"Your surprise is almost ready honey," she said. "Relax a little more and calm down that dick of yours."

-2-

ding-dong...

Jack called out, "Are you expecting anyone baby?"

Halfway through his second mohito he was really starting to feel the alcohol.

"That must be part of your surprise honey," Jess called back.

He heard her footsteps in the hallway moving to the front door. She opened the door and he heard a second female voice at the door. Hushed whispers. Door closing. Two sets of footsteps moving back down the hall to the kitchen.

"Is everything ok Jess?"

"Everything's fine Jack, finish your drink," answered Jess curtly.

"What the hell," he thought, his willpower all but completely wiped out by the sweet rum mint concoction. He tilted the glass up and drained the last of the drink.

"Hi Jack," an unfamiliar voice addressed him. "Jess has told me a lot about you."

He put down the drink startled and looked toward the hallway as Jessica and the stranger approached. 

Dressed in a tight slinky black dress the stranger walked slowly toward him. Her long straight black hair was exquisite.

"Nice to meet you," Jack offered, getting up slowly from the sofa.

Jessica introduced the stranger, "Jack, this is Lia. I invited her to come over tonight."

As Jack reached out to shake her hand, he realized he was staring at Lia's tits. Hard to miss, they were practically falling out of the dress. He glanced quickly at Jessica, hoping she hadn't noticed his interest.

Instead Jessica walked up behind Lia and slid her hand slowly down her back, to her waist, to her firm ass.

"Jess, what's going on?"

Jack was shocked to see Lia turn her head to Jess, open her mouth and take Jessica's tongue in her mouth. He felt his cock grow three inches in his pants, busting to escape. As he watched, he saw his wife's tongue caress Lia's lips and tongue.

"Jack, have a seat baby, the show is about to start," Jess said softly.

"Shit Jess, are you sure you want to do this?" Jack replied. He watched as his wife unzipped the back of Lia's dress, watched it fall to the fall.

"Sit down Jack."

Jack sat back down on the sofa, his dick pitching a stiff tent in the crotch of his pants, a wet spot forming atop the head of his cock.

Lia had on G-string panties, and her tits were even more lovely than he first imagined under that dress. She was helping Jessica out of her dress, that black thong looking just as good the second time. The pair went over and sat on the opposite couch, kneeling to face each other.

"Do you like watching me with another woman, Jack? Do you like watching me kiss her?"

Jack thought that was a no-brainer. "Shit yeah baby, kiss her again."

"Whatever you want Jack."

She began trading tongues with Lia again, and the women began to fondle each other's tits. Jack watched as their nipples swelled with delight, and the wet spot on his pants reminded him that his dick was rock hard.

"What else would you like to see, Jack?" Jess whispered from the couch.

Jack felt like he was going to explode. "I want you to tell me if Lia's getting wet, baby."

Jess slid her hand down from Lia's ample tits down to her panties. He watched as her hand slid slowly inside her panties. Lia moaned softly as Jess started rubbing her clit. "She's getting nice and wet Jack, but I think we can get her much wetter."

 -3-

"Jack, I want to watch Lia suck you. Do you want Lia's mouth on your cock?"

Jack paused for a second as he pondered whether this was a trick question.

Jessica asked again, "Jack, I want to watch Lia suck you baby."

Jessie and Lia walked toward Jack, slipping out of their panties as they crossed the living room to the couch. Two shaved pussies, Jack noticed. 

Jessie knelt between Jack's legs, unhooked his belt, and opened his pants. Jack slipped his pants and boxers down simultaneously, letting them drop to the floor.

"Let's get rid of these baby," Jessie said as she removed his pants and tossed them across the room. "Let me taste that dick baby."

She grasped his cock firmly at the base and ran her warm wet tongue up the length of his shaft, starting at his balls and moving slowly up to the head. A bead of his pre-cum had oozed out of his dick, sitting neatly at the top. "Lia, come lick this off his dick," she commanded.

Lia knelt beside Jack's wife as Jessie held his cock for her.

Jessie whispered to Lia, "Come on baby, lick that off his cock. It tastes so good."

Lia's long tongue started below the head of his dick and neatly flicked the bead off his cock, balancing it on the tip of her tongue. Jessie immediately shared it, her tongue licking Lia's.

Jessia begged Lia, "Lia baby, I want to watch you suck my husband's dick. I want you to blow that cock of his." 

Lia stared at Jack, "I thought you would never ask.".

"Are you sure about this Jess?"

Despite all the alcohol, Jack still felt like he was being unfaithful for wanting Lia to suck him raw.

"Shut up and enjoy this Jack," Jessica ordered.

Lia started licking Jack's cock, her tongue so warm and wet on his dick. 

"Oh god that feels so good," Jack moaned, his head rolling back on the head rest of the couch. Lia took his dick in her mouth, gently sucking out his juices, tasting him. 

Meanwhile Jessica had positioned herself next to Jack on the couch, laying back with her legs spread, fingering her pussy.

"Jack, it makes me so hot to see her suck you."

"Stand up Jack and fuck my mouth," Lia commanded.

Jack obeyed, standing with his dick firmly plugged between Lia's tight lips. He held her head and started fucking her mouth deeply. Lia opened her mouth and took his cock right to the back of her throat. A trail of spit hung from her mouth to Jack's cock as he alternated between fucking her throat and pulling his dick out to let her stroke it. 

Lia spit on his dick and worked his cock with her hands.

"Jess baby, come over here and help me," Lia asked.

Jess came over to Jack's cock positing herself opposite Lia. They began licking both sides of his dick simultaneously, tasting each other and Jack's cock.

Jack felt like he was going to explode. Sure he had fantasized about having a threesome with his wife, but those were just fantasies right?

-4-

"Jack I want you to fuck her."

Under normal situations Jack could never imagine that he would want to fuck another woman in front of his wife. But juiced up on mohitos, his cock throbbing from having been double sucked by two gorgeous women, noone would have to ask him twice.

"Do you want to fuck me Jack?" Lia asked coyly.

"I want to fuck you so bad," Jack replied.

Lia got up, went over to the opposite couch and knelt on it, her ass waving at Jack from across the room. She spread her legs, reached back and fingered her pussy.

"Jack I want you to put your cock right here," Lia instructed as she used both hands to hold open her pink juicy cunt.

"Go fuck her Jack," Jessie ordered.

Jack crossed the room, his hard cock straining to reach Lia's pussy. He grabbed Lia on each side of her tight ass and Lia grabbed his dick. She started rubbing his cock all over her pussy.

"Maybe we better use something Jess," Jack suddenly remembered.

"No Jack, I want you to feel her wet pussy. I want her to get your dick all wet."

Jack pushed his cock slowly into Lia's wet gap. The lips of her pussy sliding down the length of his shaft, her warm walls inviting him deeper. He pushed his dick until his pelvis met her ass, then retracted his cock and started to slowly fuck her.

Jessie crossed the room and knelt behind Jack, rubbing his ball while he gradually started pumping his dick faster and harder into Lia's cunt.

"Fuck her wet pussy Jack, fuck her nice and hard!"

Jessie started licking Jack's balls, sucking on them softly. From there she let her tongue slide back to his ass. Jack never thought his wife would want to do something like that. Then again he never thought he would want her to. But it felt so good having her warm wet tongue play with his ass.

Jessie reached around and pulled Jack's cock out of Lia's pussy. She quickly put it in her mouth and started pumping her head up and down on it, taking it deep in her throat.

She pulled back, "Jack do you like Lia's ass?"

-5-

"Her ass looks so tight Jack," Jessie whispered. "I want you to fill it with your cock. I want to watch you fuck her tight ass."

Lia held her ass open while Jessica spit in her asshole. Jack saw how tight her ass looked, imagined how good it would feel around his dick. He rubbed the head of his cock around her asshole, gradually working it inside. He felt the muscles of her ass which were at first tight and resistant slowly relax and allow him entry.

He worked his whole cock into her tight ass and started to slowly fuck it.

"Do you like her ass Jack?" Jessica asked.

"I love having my ass fucked hard, Jack. Fuck me harder," Lia begged.

Jack started pumping his dick harder working Lia's tight ass and his cock to the brink of explosion.

Lia's ass felt so warm and tight on his bare cock. He imagined what it would be like to unload in that ass, to fill it with his hot white cum. He imagined his load dripping out of Lia's asshole, and almost lost it.

Jessica moaned, "Jack, I want you to unload on her face. I want you to shoot a hot messy load all over her."

Jack pulled his dick out of Lia's ass, noticing how her asshole stayed stretched open, inviting his cock back in for more. His dick was ready to explode.

Jessica and Lia knelt on the floor in front of Jack as he pumped his dick vigorously. The women took turns licking and sucking his cock as jacked it. He suddenly tightened up, feeling his balls tighten and even more blood rushing to his dick.

He started shooting his load on Lia first as she held out her tongue to take it in her mouth. His first shot hit her tongue, the second her cheek. He aimed for Jessica and shot the rest of his load all over her face.

The women started kissing, sharing his load, and then sucked his dick dry.

"Happy Birthday, baby," Jessica teased. "Did you like your present?"



Happy Birthday



Michelle was so happy it was her eighteenth birthday. She didn't really feel like a woman. In many ways she still felt like a child. Her body had definitely matured. She knew her curves and her C-cup drew eyes. She'd been asked out by several guys and she loved to tease them, but she rarely fucked any of them. She liked the attention she got, the stares and the free things they bought her. She knew she was going to get so many things for her birthday she was excited.

When Michelle got home from school on her birthday, the house was empty. Her father and step-mother weren't home yet. They wouldn't be for an hour or two, and she was eager to start celebrating for her birthday and she didn't want to wait. She couldn't wait to see what they had bought her.

She went into her parents room, opened the closet and scanned for presents. If they were in there, they were well-hidden. She knew she'd have to dig for them. Michelle frowned but she wasn't ready to give up yet. Michelle began to dig through the boxes until she stumbled onto one that definitely wasn't a birthday present, but she opened it anyway.

The box labeled "Karen's stuff" contained a huge dildo, some porn magazines, and lube. Michelle gasped. Karen had only been married to her father for about a year now and was ten years younger than him. She knew Karen was pretty and flirty, but she didn't ever think she was so sexual. But then again it made sense. Why else would an older man want a younger busty blonde woman if not for lots of sex? Her father was in his forties, but he was still fit too. She hadn't thought much about it before, but they were still newlyweds, so of course they'd have sex. She hadn't really considered them as sexual beings before, but the idea didn't disgust her the way she would suspect. She was curious to look more into Karen's box, feeling hornier as she discovered more things.

She held the large dildo in her hand. She only used her fingers when she masturbated, but she saw the benefits of sticking a cock-shaped device in her pussy when she wanted to get off. She was finally old enough to buy one, but she knew she'd be too embarrassed to go into a porn store herself. She wondered if it would be weird if she borrowed Karen's, as long as she remembered to put it back when she was done, but she didn't think Karen would say yes if she asked. Karen was more of a friend figure than a mother, but sharing something so personal would be weird. She knew she'd get in a lot of trouble if she got caught, but she wanted to play with it. The thought was making her horny, and she wanted to use the dildo right away to see if it would make her cum. She lifted her skirt and moved her panties to the side and put the dildo head at the front of her pussy.

She couldn't get it in very far and wondered if Karen could. Her cunt was already so soaking wet just thinking about using the dildo that it was easier to work in.She put it on the floor of the closet and tried to straddle it. Once she got her hips rocking the dildo sank in deeper, much deeper than fingers could go. She moved around, trying to hit her g-spot, feeling oddly excited that something that had been in Karen's cunt was now in hers.It made her feel closer to Karen, who she didn't know as well as she wanted.

Michelle heard the front door open suddenly, and panicking, she shut the closet door while she was still inside. She listened carefully and she heard that both Karen and her father Rick were home early. She knew she wouldn't have had time to run to her room, but now she was trapped.

"Mmm I need you to fuck me now," Karen said as they entered the room. "I'm so horny I need your cock."

"What about Michelle?" Rick said. "She should be home by now."

 "I didn't see her, she's probably at her friends, so let's get to it. Fuck me with your gorgeous cock."

Michelle gasped, then covered her mouth to hide the sound. She should have run out as soon as she heard they were home, but she thought hiding would be better, and now they were going to have sex. And she would have to hear it all, and although she knew it was wrong, she was listening quite carefully.

"I want you to eat me out now," Karen demanded. "Lick my pussy."

Michelle couldn't see what was going on because of the closed door, but she could hear all of Karen's moaning and screaming out "yes, yes, yes!" Her curiosity overruled her knowing it was wrong and she cracked open the closet door to see what was going on. They were both undressed and Rick's head was buried in between Karen's legs. Karen was rubbing her big nipples as Rick moved his tongue all over, his hard cock plainly in view.

Michelle couldn't look away. It was like watching porn, if she ignored the fact that it was her own family. She had always thought her father was a good-looking man, but now she saw him more as a man than her father, and a well-endowed man at that. Watching them made her feel hot and made her long to get eaten out herself. She pictured her father's tongue in her own pussy and felt close to cumming herself at just the thought. 

She looked down at the dildo in her hand and slid her panties off. She rubbed it in her wet hot pussy and slowly started to slide it in. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. It felt so good, much better than when she fingered herself in her room. she pulled down her top and pinched her nipples the way Karen had, and it felt good.

"I'm cumming, baby!" Karen screamed. "Mmm honey you were great."

"Your pussy tastes fantastic I could eat it all night," Rick said.

"I'll be right back," Karen said.

Michelle closed her eyes as she felt herself cum too as she shoved the dildo all the way into herself. She didn't even see Karen come and open up the closet door.

"What the hell are you doing, you little slut?" Karen demanded.

Michelle didn't say anything. She just couldn't believe what had happened, that she was caught doing something so dirty. She slowly slid the dildo away from her. "I'm sorry."

"For what? Touching my stuff without permission or for being such a little slut?" Karen grabbed her by her arm and dragged Michelle out of the closet. "Your daughter was watching us in here and using my dildo to fuck herself."

"Michelle!" Rick yelled. He was standing by the bed, still naked, and Michelle couldn't help but look at her father's erection. She couldn't take her eyes off of it.

Karen pushed her onto the bed.

"Spread your legs," Karen demanded. Michelle hesitated. "Spread them, slut."

Michelle did as she was told, feeling a little frightened. Karen pulled up her skirt stuck a finger into Michelle's pussy. "See, look how soaked she is?" Karen stuck another finger in. "How many dicks have you had to loosen you like this?"

"N-none," Michelle said.

"You liar. You are a cheap slut aren't you?" Karen began to rub Michelle's clit furiously. Michelle began to moan again uncontrollably. "Like that do you?" Karen leaned over and flicked her tongue onto Michelle. "Mmm I love tasting pussy too. Ever been licked out by a woman?"

"What? No." Michelle didn't know what was going on, but she loved Karen's tongue in her cunt. "Please, keep going. Lick me, Karen, I'd love you so much if you did."

"I bet you suck cock good too. Rick, make her suck your cock." Before Michelle had time to object, Rick quickly stuck his fat cock in his daughter's face.

"Suck it, sweetie," Rick said. "Go ahead." Michelle opened her mouth and soon it was filled down her throat. She could hardly breathe as it filled her mouth, but then she started to suck. Rick began to thrust his hips to get all of his cock in. "Fuck, that's it. You're a good cock sucker."

Michelle orgasmed herself from Karen, but it was muffled because her mouth was completely full. Karen moved up by her head and stroked her hair as her father fucked her mouth. "That's it, Michelle. Swallow his cum. That's my good little whore."

Rick came in Michelle's mouth hard. She swallowed it all like she was told, even though she couldn't believe how much there was. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and jacked the rest off onto her breasts. Karen rubbed the sperm to make her breasts to make them shine then licked some of it off. "Tastes good, doesn't it? Your daddy tastes great I just love to suck him off."

"That's a good girl," he said, kissing Michelle on the lips. "Karen and I wanted to fuck you for a long time, but we didn't expect to do it today, on your birthday."

"Well it's a great present," Michelle said.

"We're not done yet," Rick said. "I need to get hard again so I can fuck that beautiful pussy."

"Come here, Michelle," Karen said. She kissed Michelle, moving her tongue into her stepdaughter's mouth. Michelle climbed on top of Karen and rubbed Karen's huge breasts. The nipples were hard and pointed as Michelle fingered them. Michelle's wet pussy leaked onto Karen's.

"That's so hot, my girls," Rick said. Michelle looked over and he was already hard. "I'm ready for my baby girl."

"Stay on top of me, sweetie, as your daddy fucks you from behind," Karen said. "I want you both to cum all over me."

Michelle braced herself as her father's cock rested against her pussy opening and then pushed inside. "Oh!" she cried out. He started thrusting into more, filling her up even though she didn't think she could take any more. "Oh, Daddy!"

Karen kissed her again as Rick forced more of his cock in. At first Michelle cried out because of the pain but when he got deep with his pumping her body started to tingle and feel really warm.

"Uhh, fuck me harder, Dad! I wanna cum!" Michelle said.

"Fuck your slut daughter!" Karen cried. "Ram her, make her our little whore."

Michelle screamed out as she came. To be fair to his wife, he pulled out and shoved his cock into Karen to make her cum. A few minutes later, Rick yelled as her came too, spraying both of his women. Michelle finally rolled off of Karen, panting, and rubbed the cum onto her pussy. It was warm against her clit, and she liked having her daddy's seed in her.

The three slept together with Michelle in the middle, all covered in cum. When they took a shower the next morning to get clean and get dirty again, Michelle felt happier than she ever had before. 



Happy Birthday



I'm back.

My muse having left me in sorrow for many a year, returned with a vengeance, taking sleep and sanity from me until I released her onto the page.

Consider this my Birthday present, not only to me, but to anyone who would read my triflings.

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I walked into the small public loo. The lights were off, I left them that way, I didn't need light for what I was planning on doing.

Farthest stall, I rather thought of it as mine. Closing the door, I undid my clothing as I was backing up.

A warm barrier stopped me, I started to turn when a soft voice murmured in my ear. 

"Hands on the door."

I swallowed. 

"What?" was all I could gasp out. Never mind the shiver that ran up my spine.

"Hands on the door, now."

I heard the iron fist in the velvet glove of that voice.

One hand was on the door before I knew what I was doing.

"Damn."

The soft voice, lips grazing my ear spoke. 

"Do you need help?"

There, in the dark, I stood, pants and knickers round my knees, one hand on the heavy door in front of me as someone slid a hand down my arm, grasping my wrist, then guiding the free hand up to the door, directing my fingers to grip the top of the door. Shivering, I did as I was silently instructed.

"Nice of you to start things for me."

I felt fingers brush my hip, a squeak of surprise at the softness exploring the curve of my rear.

Lips once more brushed my ear. 

"You want this, need it even."

I shuddered as those deft fingers teased the portion of my rear that was becoming thigh.

I couldn't help it, a tiny moan escaped my control.

Softly, I heard a chuckle.

"There she is, the passionate vixen, hidden in the mouse-skin."

I could feel the heat of her body melding against my back, I stutter-stepped forward, my forehead coming to rest on the cool door.

Slim fingers touched my belly, sliding upward, brushing under the globe of my left breast before cupping the slight weight of it.

Again, I gasped. nipples hardening in anticipation of what I feared was next.

Fingertips grazed, then gently rolled the now painfully taut tissue. I curled by back, pressing hard against the full chest behind me.

Soft lips touched my neck and thought left me as my other breast was now tormented.

I heard a soft gasping growl, only later realizing it was me.

The voice of my captor whispered softly, making my entire being shudder.

"Shhhh... don't want to get caught... "

A hand slid down my front.

I jumped, some part of me seeking more sensation despite logic. 

Perversely, the motion only aided she who held me in thrall.

Fingers brushed my soft curls, then lower, now the sound in my ear became a breathy moan as her fingers came in contact with my slick, smooth folds.

"Naughty wench, soaking already?"

I shivered as lips now took my lobe with a slight suckle.

Those fingers reaching round, they explored, learning me.

A bolt of lightning coursed through, as my now aching pearl was brushed.

My breast was now freed of it's torment, and then hand came to rest on my hip.

My other hand reached up , now bother were curled over the top of the door, heated skin only slightly cooled by the door in my hands.

I felt my folds parted and my depths filled with one slender finger, somehow the side of my hardened nub was being brushed all the while.

I bit my lip, body fluttering around the casual invasion of my being.

My hips jerked in spastic counter to her thrusts.

The breathy whisper once more spoke.

"You are so hot, perfect, Let go."

The hand that had been stroking my hip vanished and the heat of the body behind me shifted, intensifying the steady in-out motion that held me transfixed.

Something cool, hard, and slick touched my back passage, I gasped, but god help me, I did not object of pull away.

It was small, painless, though.. odd and strangely weighty in it's new home.

I moved, my slacks and knickers now falling round my ankles, forming the strange sensation of bondage, holding me in place.

The first invader was followed by another, then another, making me writhe against the hand violating my front portion as my back was repeatedly filled. I am not sure how many times this was repeated before the hand moved back to my hip, gripping with such intensity that I knew I would carry bruises from her touch.

Fingers filled me now, harder with more focus.

I have no idea how full I was, only that I was full. My body shuddered, pearl beginning to jump as I felt my entire being tense, a ball of white hot fire starting to build, threatening to burn me alive.

I ground myself against her palm, craving the touch that would release me.

The only sounds in the room were our mingled breath and the soft shushing rhythm that was driving me mad.

Lips touched my neck, then teeth, the slight sensation of pain warring with the pleasure consuming me.

I tried to swallow the sound that forced itself from me. 

A strangled bark of surprise and release echoed in the small tiled room as I tumbled harder than I ever had over the precipice, body clamping hard on the hand that now not only held me captive, but held me upright.

After an eternity of pleasure that was less than a minute, the mouth left my neck, and slowly the fingers left my depths.

In my ear, the now husky, wanton voice spoke. "Keep the gift, after we are done tonight, I will take it back, properly."

I nodded, gripping the door like a lifeline until she slid beside me, uncurling my fingers to open, then leave the stall.

I heard her leave, but never heard the water run.

*the end*



Happy Birthday



The words you said to me weeks ago rang through my head that day as we ate popcorn, "Don't fall in love with me." 

So I assured you once again that I'm not in love with you.

"Good," you say, "I don't think I could handle that."

It has been over two weeks since that day of my reassuring you. Over two weeks since our last encounter. That stolen time away from everything else. Still I feel you next to me, as we leaned into each other for that first of many kisses. Oh how your tongue plays with mine. Never have I kissed someone like you. The experience of your years teaches me so much. I did not know that someone could draw such passion from what used to be such a simple thing to me. It is now an art and I am the student with you as my master. 

I remember your cool hands at my sides as you slowly lift my shirt. You apologize for them being cold and I assure you that it feels good. Your hands always feel good to me. I do not even think about your clothes as I am still captivated by your kisses. At my failing you take control and open your shirt. As always I am taken aback by the sight of your wonderful chest, broad and firm to my touch. The sudden exposure to the chill hanging in the air makes your nipples harden....or were they that way already from the caresses we have been sharing. I let my hands roam your chest and then your back. Rubbing, caressing, holding you tight to me, but still ever within your kiss.

Your head lowers and I know what will come next. Further down you go as your hand cups one of my breasts. Waves of pleasure flow through me as unconsciously my eyes close and my head tilts back. And then it happens, your hot mouth on my waiting breast. That expert tongue of yours works its magic once again. As you move from one breast to the other I catch myself holding my breath, concentrating only on the movement of your mouth on me. I look down as suckle me and am amazed that this is no dream. I will not wake from this. You are truly here and pleasure keeps building within me as each moment passes.

You come up and kiss my lips once again, rubbing your chest against mine as you rise. You move into me with your groin and I can feel you hard against me. My hands make their way down to caress you. There is so much of you, much more than I have ever taken before that I wonder if it will hurt. You are pinned inside your slacks so tight that it becomes uncomfortable for you. With a quick unbuckling of your belt and tug at your zipper some of the strain is relieved and my hands can play farther. 

Still ever kissing we hold and caress, passion building stronger. Finally you ask me "Are you ready for your present now." Breathlessly I say yes and nod my head in case my words are too soft to hear. Your hands undo my button and then slide my zipper down. I ease my pants and thong down to my knees. Next I hear a thunk as your tool belt hits the floor along with your slacks and briefs. The noise startles me, but you reassure me it was only the wrench on your tool belt that made the noise and not someone at the door. Nervous laughter comes to my throat as I try to calm myself. My mind races with thougths of "we can't get caught, how would we explain, we both have so much to lose..." Your kisses come to my mouth once again and all my fears are once again swept aside.

We try to position ourselves for entry while standing up, wishing once again for a step ladder as we joke about our height difference. You try to push into me as I try to guide you. Our position is working, but not very well. You then break away from me and lay on your back on the cool floor. "Get on." you whisper to me and I obey so willingly. Slowly I work myself down on you until you are completely inside of me. You feel so good. Again I cover your mouth with kisses. "Lean back." you whisper this time and I sit up strait. You hold my hips as we move together slowly. Ever so slightly do my movements take me up and down on your hard shaft. Again I marvel that this is no dream. I have you. I am having you finally!

So many times we joked about this moment. The flirting we did, the moments alone we shared. Never did I think it would happen. That the fates would lead us to this moment. Two people with other lives, other families, sharing an attraction such as this. Both of us in love with other people but undeniably wanting each other.

Moving on you still I keep up my slow and steady pace. "I'm going to cum." you say to me and I just nod my head yes and keep going. I watch your face as the moment happens and I am filled with your essence. I lean down after the pleasure waves cease and smile as I kiss you once again. I am amazed at how incredibly happy I feel at this moment having shared with you all that I could ever give a man. All I have ever given only one man before.

We part to dress for our time is running short. We must get back to our duties before anyone notices our absence. We talk a little and say thank you to each other as we don our clothes and take care of any evidence of our tryst. You say to me "We really shouldn't have done this." 

"I know." I say. But think to myself that I don't care. I have had you and I will always have you with me in my memories. I kiss you one last time before I head out to leave first. I take the back way out and you take the front a couple of minutes later.

I see you again before we leave for the day and we say goodbye like any other day. Like casual acquaintances as always. "See ya tomorrow."

"Popcorn at 5:30?"

"We'll see"

"Ok, bye."



Happy Birthday



I was in the kitchen packing my laptop in my computer bag getting ready to head out the door for work when my wife Linda, who usually didn't get up in time to see me before I left, entered the room with a big smile on her face and said, "Good morning, happy birthday honey, you don't look too bad for an old guy of 50."

"Gee thanks, I was half expecting that today would be the day you to tell me that I was too old and that you were trading me in for a younger model."

"No not yet, but we'll see how your holding up when you turn 60, that's always an option." She leaned into me and gave me a brief kiss, she then turned, opened a kitchen draw, took out an envelope and handed it to me. "Here's your present I hope you like it."

I took the envelope from her and examined both sides; on the front she had written "Happy Birthday Steve" and the back it read SWAK where she had licked the seal. As I began to tear it open I noticed that it was thicker then it would be if it just contained a card. Once it was free of the card I noticed that it held a few folded sheets of paper. The front of the card read "Happy 50th Birthday to My Wonderful Husband", I opened it and on a blank page she had written "If I had it to do all over again you would still be the one I'd choose, Love Always, Linda." 

I looked up at her smiling face, moved in to give her a hug and whispered in her ear "I feel the same way; you'll always be the one for me."

She pushed me gently away and said "Good now look at the rest of it, that's the real present."

I put down the card and unfolded the papers that had been inside. The first sheet was an airline confirmation for a flight to Miami for two leaving this Saturday, the second was a car reservation for a Mustang convertible, and the third was a reservation at a very nice hotel down in Key West.

I looked up at my wife and I must have had a really dumb look on my face because she just looked at me and laughed, I said "is this serious?" Now you need to know my wife, this was very unlike her she is not extravagant at all, she is a wonderful friend and a great mother to our kids. She works hard and doesn't relax nearly enough. She is also a penny pincher and not one to blow a large amount of cash on a fun vacation.

"Yes dear this is serious, I got to thinking and it's time we began to enjoy ourselves. What better time then your 50th birthday? I called Bob and talked to him about it and he said they could manage without you next week ay the office.

"Wow." I said, "You are sneakier then I thought." 

"Yeah, I'm still not as sneaky as you but I'm working on it." She said with a sly smile on her face. "Ah, there is one more thing."

Yup, I thought, here's the catch. "Oh and what might that be"? 

"Well," she said "I had my annual physical a couple of weeks ago and while I was there I made an appointment for one for you, it's this afternoon at 5:30. Now that you've hit the big five-o you need to get yourself checked out, you also need to schedule a colonoscopy and get a prescription."

"Come on Linda, you know I hate doctors, besides I hear a colonoscopy is a real pain in the ass," I said with a smile, "and what do I need a prescription for? I feel fine."

"Very funny." She put serious look on her face reached out and took my hands and looked me right in the eyes. "Look Steve, I love you and I want you around for a long time and I want you to take care of yourself. A physical is no big deal and as far as the colonoscopy is concerned the worst part is the day before when you have to flush your body out. So suck it up and do it for me, okay?"

"All right I'll go; 5:30 today and I'll make an appointment for a colonoscopy. Happy?"

She leaned in and kissed me and said, "Yes I am and thank-you for doing this."

"Sure, but what about this prescription? I don't need any drugs." 

She moved closer to me and put her arms around my waist and looked up at me. "The prescription is for Viagra, I already talked to Dr. Ludlow about it."

"VIAGRA , I've never had any problem with that, I don't need Viagra."

"Look Steve I know I've always been a disappointment to you since I've never been that big in the sex department, but that's going to change." She smiled up at me. "I'm going to be your sex goddess on this vacation; morning, noon, and night. You want it, you got it." Her grin got bigger. "You may even get it when you don't want it. I just think you may need some help along the way. It's not like you've ever been one to go all night long. Let's just see if it can help. You never know you may end up liking it." 

With that she pulled herself tighter against me and ground her hips into me. I leaned down and kissed her, our mouths opened and our tongues began to dance. I felt my cock begin to stir and thought to myself, I don't need no stinking Viagra. Just then one of Linda's hands reached down grabbed my ass and the other moved to my chest and pushed me away.

"Okay big guy, time for you to go to work." She gave me a peck on the lips, reached down and rubbed my cock and said, "See you tonight, and don't forget, doctors at 5:30, no excuses." With that she started back upstairs.

"Okay, okay, so what's this doctor like? How old is he?"

Linda stopped midway on the stairs and looked back at me "She's very nice, probably about 35, very professional and very thorough.

"She? Dr Ludlow is a woman? How am I supposed to ask a woman for Viagra? That's embarrassing, not to mention just plain weird." 

It is not weird, I'm sure it happens every day, besides I told you I already talked to her about it. What to you think she's going to do, take your cock out of your pants and play with it to see if it stays limp? Just ask her, don't be a wuss!" And then she was gone up the stairs. 

I stood there staring at the stairs. "Who was this woman?" I thought. Like my wife said, she's had never been much in the sex department. When we made love she seemed to enjoy it but her willingness to do it was next to nothing, if we had had sex twice in the past year I would be surprised. Every time I tried it was "tomorrow," only tomorrow never came, so either did I. I had to take care of myself when I wanted to be satisfied, I had never cheated on her but I had been temped more and more lately and if the opportunity ever really presented itself I had to admit that didn't know what I would do. Plus she said "cock," she never says cock, or anything remotely dirty, sure she swears sometimes but she never talks dirty when discussing sex, but then again she never discusses sex. I'd tried talking to her about it before several times but every time it was like a switch in her turned off, nothing. Well, I don't know what happened to her but I think I'm going to like it even if it means I have to ask a 35 year old female doctor for Viagra and put up with having a probe stuck up my ass. 

As I picked up my computer bag and headed out the door I thought, "Maybe this is just a dream." 

I made my way to the doctor's office that afternoon as instructed and aside from having a finger stuck up my butt things went smoothly. The one thing my wife did not tell me about Dr Ludlow was what a knockout she was, about 5 foot 5, blue eyes, blond hair, and underneath the white lab coat a body that looked like it was much more then acceptable. When I had been given a clean bill of health, as I knew I would be, and it was time for me to ask for the Viagra she was very professional, she just nodded her head, wrote out the prescription and she even gave me some free samples. It's a good thing she didn't give me the stiffy test my wife mentioned because I definitely would have failed, or passed depending how you want to look at it. 

When I walked into the house Linda was already home getting supper ready. Usually we share the cooking and tonight was my turn but since I was running late she had gone ahead and prepared a chicken dish.

"Hi Babe," I said giving her a kiss, "How was your day?"

"My day was fine. How did it go at the doctors? Did you like Dr Ludlow?

"Dr Ludlow was fine, and very attractive I might add, like you said she was very professional. You will be happy to know you have a perfectly healthy husband."

"That's great," she said smiling, "did you make an appointment for the colonoscopy and get the Viagra?"

"Yes," I said, "the appointment is for 2 weeks after we get back from Florida and yes I got the prescription. So, I have followed your instructions to the T your highness. Are you happy?"

"Yes I am," she said turning back to the counter and the chicken she was preparing. "Could you so me a favor and open the oven for me? I just need to throw this in there and it's just 30 minutes until chicken delish."

I opened the oven for her, she put the chicken and went to wash her hands, as she was drying her hands she turned to me and said. "Could you come upstairs for a minute? I have one more thing I need you to do before we eat."

So I followed her upstairs and when we reached the bedroom she turned to me put her arms around my waist, pulled me close and tilted her head up to me and kissed me hard. Her tongue went into my mouth and began to dance with mine. Her hips pressed into me and I felt myself begin to get hard. She removed her arms from around my waist put them against my chest and pushed me down on the bed. She reached over and undid my belt, pulled the button undone and unzipped my pants all the while never breaking eye contact with me. When she started pulling my pants down I instinctively lifted my hips to make it easier for her. When she had my pants off me and I was laying on my back exposed from the waist down and my cock sticking straight up in the air, she undid her own pants, pushed them down and kicked them off. She then climbed onto the bed straddling me moving forward until her bush was pressing down with all her 120 pounds on my hard cock. She slid up and down a few times, lifted her hips, grabbed my cock, placed it against her pussy lips and pushed down until she was fully impaled by me.

"Mmmm, that feels good, doesn't it?" She said. 

But she didn't wait for an answer, instead she started rocking her hips and forth, quickly picking up speed until she was fucking me like a madwoman. 

"Oh yeah, mmmm Steve this feels so good." She panted

She was driving me crazy and between not having had sex for quite a while and the incredibly sexy display my wife was putting on I knew I wasn't going to last long. 

"Linda, I'm going to cum," I told her.

"Mmmm me too Steve, me too, cum in me, come on, cum in me!"

With that I pushed my cock deep in her and shot my hot cum deep inside her, at the same time I felt her whole body quake as she came along with me. She slowed her rocking pace to barely moving back and forth and then stopped completely, she leaned back reached own with her hand and rubbed her clit, looked down at me, smiled and said, "That was fun, aren't you glad you went to the doctors today?" Before I could answer she leaned over and kissed me deeply. She broke the kiss and touched the tip of her nose to mine. "There's a lot more of this when we get to Florida." She whispered. With that she lifted her hips and my now limp cock slid out and flopped weakly to one side. As she climbed off the bed she looked at it, reached down and held it up straight up holding it between her thumb and index finger. She looked back up at me, smiled and said "Recovery time, that's what we are going to try to take care of."

She let go of my soft, slimy, cock, reached down and pulled her pants on. As she left the room and headed downstairs she called back, "Chicken delish in 5 minutes."

I lay there on the bed in half a state of bliss and half a state of wonder. That was right up there with the best sex we had had in our 25 years together and definitely the best in the last 15. It was over fast but I had never seen my wife like that before. Again, I had to wonder who this "new" woman was. My wife has never been aggressive during sex, she never even talked during sex, never came that fast, and since our last child was conceived she didn't even like it when I came inside her. This new woman was completely the opposite of the old Linda and I loved it! What a great birthday present. If I'd known that this was going to happen on my 50th birthday I would have tried to age faster. 



Happy Birthday



This story, like most that will be submitted by me , is a collaboration between my beautiful wife and myself. We have been writing stories for each other for some time, and have decided to share them. Some are true, some are fantasies, but I won't tell which... Enjoy.



It's the evening of your birthday. The day was spent in the usual fashion, phone calls of "Happy Birthday!" the occasional present, nice dinner, birthday cake, etc. It was a nice birthday over-all, nothing flashy, but comfortable.

When it was time for bed, I went in and got my shower before you. This was nothing unusual, since you assumed it was so I could ready the bed room for this evenings activities. I came out of the bathroom in just my PJ bottoms eliciting a whistle from you. I grinned and said "your turn."

You went into the bathroom, stripped naked and hoped in the shower. As you lathered up your body you heard me enter the bathroom and open the shower door. 

"Damn your hot," I said as you opened your eyes to me lightly squeezing my half swollen erection.

"Don't waste all that already," you replied.

"Don't worry, This night is just beginning," I said with a sly grin.

I leaned in and kissed you deeply, removing my hand from my cock to stick two fingers in your pussy. As I began moving them in and out of your pussy, you could hear yourself let out a low moan of pleasure. "Ooohhh..."

With an amused look on my face, I pulled them out of your slippery mound, licked them clean, and closed the shower door.

"Awww...your evil!!" you sneered.

"I know," I laughed. "Just wait, it gets better." With that I walked out the door leaving you hornier than before, just wondering what I have in mind...

After your shower, you decided to put on the see-through nightie your friend Christine got for you. You felt very sexy, horny, and ready to fuck.

Walking out of the bathroom, with your eyes adjusting to the candlelight, surprise hit you like a ton of bricks. There, laying on the bed was Christine, wearing a matching black nightie.

"Wha-what are you doing here!?" you asked very surprised and very confused.

"I called her to see if she wanted to help with your birthday surprise," I answered.

"Besides, I just had to see you in your present," she smirked.

At that, I stood up from the chair I had placed at the end of the bed, walked over to you, and kissed you deeply. "She's all yours," I said over my shoulder to Christine. "Let me know when you need my help."

"OK," she said getting up and walking over to you.

"I-I'm not sure about this," you stammered.

Before you could finish, Christine walked up, grabbed your ass, and pulled you to her in a full kiss. You felt her tongue snake onto your mouth, and before you knew it, you had wrapped your arms around her, your tongue almost instinctively battling with hers. You glanced over for a brief second to notice me sitting in the chair, smile across my lips, playing with my visibly hard erection.

Still locked in embrace, Christine slowly backed to the bed pulling you down on top of her. She rolled you over so your back was on the bed, your legs dangling over the side. She broke the embrace and moved her mouth down to devour your breasts. Feeling another woman's tongue swirling around your nipple, was a great new experience, causing you to moan deeply, full of pleasure. You felt your arms move up to pull her head deeper into you as she bit and nibbled at you delicate flesh.

Lost in sweet bliss, you felt as she slowly licked and kissed her way down to your increasingly hot pussy. "OOOhhhh... Yeahhh!!!" was all you managed to get out as her tongue slipped into your pussy. "Mmmm... Aaahhhh... Fuck!" 

Christine worked your pussy into a steaming frenzy as she licked and sucked on your clit. "Mmm... I always wondered how sweet your pussy was," she said. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

Before you could answer, you felt my cock slip into your mouth. "I couldn't sit by anymore," I said. "This scene was way too hot to not be a part of. Besides, if I sat jerking myself any longer, I would've lost it"

"Mmmm, what a waste that would have been," you replied taking my cock out of your mouth just long enough to answer.

"Ooohh... yyeeaahh... Baby... You suck me so good!!" I groaned.

Continuing to suck me, and Christine ravaging your pussy, finally pushed you to the point of orgasm.

"Oh, Oh... I'm cumming!!!" you squealed releasing a flood across Christine's face.

"Yeah, that's right sweetie, cum in my mouth!! You taste so good!!" she said.

Before I could finish, Christine crawled up on the bed, kissing you full on the lips, letting your juice flow into your mouth.

"Your turn to eat me," she said. Christine leaned back against the headboard, pulling you up, forcing your head into her dripping wet snatch. You hungrily dove in, wanting to taste her with the same fierce curiosity that she had showed your pussy. 

"Ohh... Holy shit! That feels wonderful!!" she moaned.

Watching as my wife ate out another woman was almost too much. I crawled up on the bed, lifted your ass up, and buried my cock in your dripping hole.

"Uhhnn... Fuck me baby!" you commanded.

I began fucking you with all I had. The animalistic noises, mingling with one another was sheer bliss. Almost close to cumming, I pulled my cock out of your pussy, and slammed back down in to your ass, causing you to let out a sharp gasp.

"That's right baby, fuck my ass!!" you screamed. "you like fucking my ass don't you!? You like me being a dirty girl!?"

"Ohh yeah baby. I love fucking you ass!"

"You like watching me eat pussy don't you!? You love me being your little cock-slut!!?"

"Oh yeah!! God I love fucking you!! Eat that pussy baby!!"

At that moment Christine began to shudder, "Holy fuck!! I'm cumming!!" she said covering you in her liquid, returning the favor. Tasting and feeling her coat you in her juice sent you over the edge again. 

Clamping down on my cock with your asshole, I could feel your fluids wash over my balls with each thrust from your beautiful orgasm. Feeling your tight ass and dripping pussy was all it took to send me into impeding orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum baby! I'm gonna cum in your ass!" I growled.

"Come on baby, Fill my ass!!" you encouraged.

With one last push, I let out a deep groan and exploded in your sweet ass. Still lightly pistoning in and out, it began to run down, over your pussy, to the back of your legs before we fell into a pile of sex on the bed.

As our breathing returned to normal, I pulled you up next to me, kissing you deeply, tasting pussy on your lips. "Happy birthday," I said.

"Thank you," you replied.

Christine curled up to you on your other side, kissed you, and repeated the same. "I hope this isn't the end of this," she said.

"I have a feeling this is only the beginning," you responded causing all of us to smile and laugh a little bit.

"Round two?" I asked.

The two of you looked at each other and smiled. We're in for one hell of a night. At this point, I'm not quite sure who's present this really is...



Happy Birthday



My name is Sarra, and today is my 18th birthday. I guess it's all right as far as birthdays go, nothing too bad has happened to me yet, but then I just rolled out of bed. I still have to go meet my boyfriend at the gym, and then there is school to deal with before I can go out and get my party on. I take a quick look at the clock, and well what do you know, I'm running late..one too many smacks on the snooze button. I go root around in my closet, stopping to look myself over in the mirror. I think I'm a pretty good looking girl; I have shoulder length blonde hair, ice blue eyes, standing about 5'5 and weighing in at 115 lbs. I let my eyes drift lower, taking in my c cup tits, and my neatly trimmed pussy, and let out a little whistle saying to myself, "Damn girl lookin good this morning!" 

I get my ass in gear and grab a black sports bra, throwing it on, throw my university sweat shirt over it, and pull on a tight pair of spandex bicycle shorts, lace up my sneakers and run out the door. I head on over to the college gym where I'm supposed to meet Mark to work on my abs. He is a personal trainer there, and he is one fine looking man. He is 6'2 180 lbs with wavy black hair and steel grey eyes, and let me tell you, working out with him is a pleasure. 

I walk into the gym, looking for my hunk of an instructor, and when I can't find him among the machines, I peak my head into the office to ask if anyone had seen him, and there he is, pants around his ankles, ramming his prick into that slut Julie who works at the juice bar. I scream "What the fuck do you think you're fucking doing you fucking asshole?" and slam the door. 

I run out of the gym, tears streaming down my face, ruining my mascara, my young heart shattered to pieces. I make it as far as my car, and I feel a hand grip my arm. Whoever grabbed me quickly spins me around, and I find myself staring into the beautiful eyes of my now very ex boyfriend. As I am looking at him all I can think is damn this boy is hot...I can forgive him can't I? I mean it's no big deal, I was underage..and WAIT Sarra..get a grip..he was fucking Julie not two minutes..oh hell I would fuck Julie if I had a chance. I am so pissed that he has the nerve to grab me I look at him and I shout "What the fuck do you want Mark? You want to kiss and make up now that you got your nut?" but before I can finish my sentence he grabs me and kisses me on the mouth hard, forcing his tongue between my lips, shoving his hand up my sweatshirt. 

He growls at me "I didn't put up with your teenaged bullshit for 6 months to not get a piece of this ass; I'm gonna fuck you hard." I know I should fight back, say no, he is a cheater after all, but I can't help myself, he's so hot right now, powerful and totally in control, I reach behind me, opening the door to the backseat and he shoves me in. He crawls on top of me, slamming the door behind him, his rough hands under my shirt, pawing at my tits, I'm breathing heavily, I can't believe I am about to have my cherry popped in the gym parking lot. He looks at me his eyes glazed over with lust as he yanks my shirt and bra up, my tits hitting the cool air, nipples as hard as two diamonds. 

I grab his ass, instinct taking over as I tug his sweats down, freeing his throbbing member, grasping it in my hand as I stroke it, the fact that it is still covered in Julies slick juices the furthest thing from my mind. He reaches beneath him, tugging my shorts down around my knees, pulling my hand off his stiff cock he lines it up with my virginal opening rubbing his 10 inches of meat over my moist lips. He starts to thrust in; I bite my lip in pain and close my eyes. He grabs my chin with his free hand and snarls "Look at me bitch while I take your cherry!" 

My eyes meet his and he thrusts once hard, pushing through my hymen, and I cry out in pain, but he just laughs. He drives his cock deep inside my love tunnel, thrusting hard and deep, and my hips buck in rhythm with him, rising up off the seat to meet him, I feel his balls bouncing off my thighs, and I moan. He pumps and pumps and I reach up my hands on his back, nails digging into his flesh, and then he slows down, his face twisted as he empties his cum deep inside my snatch. 

I can feel it oozing out around his slowly softening cock, and then he's done. He pulls up his pants, opening the car door and climbing out he looks at me, smiles, and says "Don't bother to call me you whore. When I want more of that pussy I'll call you" and walks away. I lay there for a moment, coming to my senses and I realize what just happened, I adjust my clothes, climb out of the car and drive home, crying again, I have never felt so used and humiliated my whole life!

I drive home, park in the driveway deciding to skip school today, I'm just not in the fucking mood, and I go inside. All I want to do right now is to take a shower and eat a tub of chunky monkey. Yeah it's turned into one of those days. I turn on the hot water, strip off my clothes and throw them in a pile, and hop in the water scrubbing the scent of scumbag off of me. 

I finish washing up, dry my hair and wrap my towel around my body to walk down to the hall to my room. Normally I would never walk through the house naked, but my roommate Megan went out last night and has yet to come home. 

I wander down the hall, wearing nothing but a towel and head into my room, tossing the towel on the bed, not even bothering to shut the door. I bend over to grab a pair of my favorite boy shorts, pulling them on over my legs and up over my ass. As I reach back into my drawer to grab the matching bra, I hear a soft whistle, I hop up covering my tits with the bra I had just grabbed, spinning around to see Megan in my doorway eyeing me up. "Get the fuck out of here Oh my god I'm trying to change are you some kind of dyke checking me out?" I shout as I run over and slam the door. 

I finish dressing in a pair of comfortable pajama pants and a low cut tank and I head for the kitchen, going to get my gallon of chunky monkey. It's my shitty birthday and I can eat whatever the hell I want. I grab my spoon and head for the living room to watch a little Maury, I want to see some people who have lives as fucked up as mine is getting. I plop my ass on the couch and turn on the TV.

Just when its getting good and we're about to find out who the baby daddy is, Megan comes in the room grabbing the remote and muting the show. She looks at me and says "Ok kid what's going on, you're sitting on the couch watching crappy day time TV and shoving ice cream down your throat like you haven't eaten all month?" 

I grab the remote back from her, turn the volume back on and say "It's Mark and I don't wanna talk about it k?" 

Megan looks at me, and says "Honey you know my history with men...If anyone can help it's me." 

She's right I do know her history. 

Megan is a little older than me, she's 27, and her history sucks. She got married at 20, and a year later her Marine husband walked out on her, leaving her high and dry. Seven years later she is just starting to get her shit together and meet some new people. Megan doesn't have great luck getting laid; she's not the hottest girl in the world. Far from it she's a bigger girl. She has this long stringy brown hair and blue eyes. She's like 5'2 and like 140 150 pounds. Her one redeeming feature is her tits. She has some nice D cups. Anyway, I mute the TV and tell her what happened this morning.

As I am talking she slides closer to me, and begins rubbing my shoulders. It feels really good, I've tense as hell since everything went down, and the massage was really helping. I start to cry again, and she wraps her arms around me, cuddling my face against those massive knockers. I know I should be kinda grossed out right now, but I feel really comfortable with her. As I am crying into her boobs, she starts rubbing my back again, and I look up at her "I fucking hate men." I sob and she just smiles. 

She cups my chin, looking me in the eyes and kisses me. I pull back and scream at her for trying to take advantage of me, and she apologizes, never taking her hands off of me. Then the bitch looks at me and kisses me again. 

This time I don't pull away, there is something about her kiss, so soft and gentle, it just feels safe, and pretty soon I am kissing her back. I feel her tongue brush over my lips before retreating back into her mouth, and I chase after it with my own. 

I can feel her hands running over my body, her fingertips light on my skin, so different from how rough Mark was with me earlier, and I can feel myself getting really turned on. I grab the back of her head, biting her lower lip, pressing myself into her. She breaks our kiss and looks at me, whispering "Are you sure you want to do this? Are you ready to be with another woman?" 

I say nothing and reach down, grabbing the hem of my tank, pulling it over my head, leaning into her, kissing her again hornier than I've ever been before. That was all of the answer she needed and she slid her tongue out meeting mine as they danced together, her hands sliding up my back to unclasp my bra sliding it off of my shoulders. She brings her hands around, sliding them softly over my breasts, kneading them as she presses her palms into my nipples. 

I moan into her mouth, shyly sliding my hands under her t-shirt, mimicking her movements, hardly able to believe it. Here I am a straight girl and I'm swappin spit with a chick and rubbin her tits, and I like it. I slide my hands down her body over the folds of her belly, grabbing her shirt and pulling it up, breaking our kiss again to pull it over her head. As soon as it's clear she leans in, taking a nipple between her lips sucking on it, and I reach behind her, undoing her bra and letting her massive jugs loose. 

Megan looks up at me, her lips meeting mine once more, wrapping her arms around me, mashing out boobs together, pulling me down on top of her, rubbing my pussy through my pants with her knee. I can feel my wetness soaking through my pants, and my kisses become more passionate. I slowly kiss down her neck, working my way over to her breast, flicking my tongue over it, massaging her other one with my hands. She pulls my pajama bottoms down and I kick them off into the corner, laying on top of her in nothing but some lacy black boy shorts, treating her nipples like lunch. 

I can feel her hands rubbing my ass squeezing my cheeks and I hear moaning "suck on my titties baby girl" 

Fuckin A I am so hot right now. She loops her fingers into the waistband and tugs my panties off, running her hands up my inner thighs dipping a finger into my pussy working it in to her first knuckle. I bite her nipple, tugging on it, and then switch to the other tit. She works a second finger into my pussy, and I am rocking on it, dripping wet, feeling sensations I've never felt before when she says "Sit on my fucking face." 

I release her nipple from my mouth rising up and turning around, lowering myself onto her tongue, resting my hands on her thighs for balance. I feel her tongue tracing over my outer lips and I gasp, no one had ever licked my pussy before. As I am sitting on her face, I lower the zipper on her jeans, popping the button and slide them off of her full hips and notice Megan has decided not to wear panties. 

I feel her tongue enter my pussy like a little cock, working its way in and out, and it feels so good I have to return the favor. I slide my hands down her legs, lowering myself down, and stick my tongue out, not knowing what to expect as it reaches her moist snatch. I was worried I would be disgusted with the taste of pussy, but it was just the opposite, I loved it! I gave it a few sloppy licks, and then I found a rhythm running my tongue in long strokes over her pussy. 

As I was slowly learning how to eat a snatch, beneath me I could feel Meg blow on my clit before she sucked it into her lips gripping it with her teeth and sliding her fingers back into my pussy. It felt so fucking good on me; I spread her lips with my hands, running my tongue over it, pulling her clit hood back before imitating her movements. I sucked her into my mouth, flicking my tongue over her button, and I could feel her begin to shake. 

I work my tongue faster and faster shoving three fingers into her, knowing that we are both about to cum. She matches my pace and in no time I have to release her clit to scream. I buck my hips down into her face releasing my juices all over her mouth, and I am quickly rewarded by her own orgasm. 

We lie there for a moment recovering before I crawl off of her and help her sit up. She smiles at me, leans in and kisses me, our tongues exchanging each other's fluids then she leans back on the couch and says "Still feel bad about Mark?" 

I just look at her grin and say "who? So we gonna do this again?" 

Megan smiles and responds..."Next time I'm gonna teach your scrawny ass about strapons..."



Happy Birthday



She couldn't resist standing in front of the full length mirror to get a complete look at her new dress and make some final adjustments to the belt and neckline. Austin had bought it for her birthday, today. He said he had seen it in a window downtown and had gotten excited thinking about how the rich purple silk would lie on her beautiful body.

He loved her body and she was pretty happy with it herself. She studied her figure in the mirror. She was 40 today. Her breasts weren't large, but they had held up well. The dress had a modest neckline, but the heavy silk lay deep into her cleavage and showed her shape well. When she moved, she could feel the material against her nipples and they would show themselves. That was what had worried her a little about Austin's request that went with the dress. He had requested that she be completely naked under the dress -- nothing there to interfere with the lines of her body so accentuated by the fabric. 

She decided that she wouldn't worry about it. He liked it and the thought of it made her feel a little naughty and she liked it. She just wanted to check the entire package out to make sure her "naughty" wasn't too obvious. She had a narrow waist that the belt of the new dress emphasized and, although she wasn't heavy, she had nice curves in her hips and a round ass that her husband adored. He had been right. The dress hung perfect on her body and displayed every curve of her sensuous figure.

Still studying herself in the mirror, she caught site of Austin watching her and grinning. He was getting dressed, also, but was still in his t-shirt and boxers. He walked towards her as she continued to gaze into the mirror. When he got behind her, he placed his hands on her hips and bent his head down to whisper in her ear how sexy she looked and that he was glad she thought so, too. She felt herself blush a little and he kissed her neck and shoulder softly.

He must have heard her breath quicken slightly and maybe he had seen her nipples harden and show through her dress. He must have because he continued to kiss her lightly and, as she watched him in the mirror, his hands slid gently down the sides of her hips. He bent slightly and when his hands reached the bottom of her dress line, he slipped his thumbs under the edge of the hem. She could feel the warmth of his hands on her soft skin. As he brought his hands back up her legs to her hips again, the dress came with them.

She could feel so many things. She felt her breath come in and out, her hard nipples against the soft dress, his hands and the dress as it was pulled up her body. When his hands reached her waist, the bulk of the dress fell forward and she felt the cool air on her ass. As she watched him in the mirror, he bent down on one knee and placed a kiss at the base of her spine. She gasped. He began to kiss the cheeks of her ass softly, tenderly. As he did, his left hand slid around her waist to her belly. It felt like his hands were almost hot. Slowly, his fingers dropped down from her navel and found the mat of coarse hair between her thighs.

He explored and played with the hair and it was as if each one rejoiced at the touch of his fingers. Her breathing was rapid now and she knew that he could sense her excitement. She knew that he would feel the dampness between her legs.

She watched his face as he stood up and hers as she trembled and chill bumps ran up her legs. He dropped his boxers and stepped up against her and she could feel his warm stiffness in the cleavage of her ass. Her breathing, and now his, was audible.

He wrapped one hand gently around her waist and placed the other lightly on her back. Instinctively she bent over slightly, her hands on the mirror and her face so close that it fogged her view. She felt him as one hand went to her hip and the other guided himself inside her. She began to feel weak in the knees. The hand on her hip came around to find her wetness and he hit the spot that sent her into waves of orgasm as he buried himself in her one more time.

They stood there seconds that seemed an eternity, catching their breath. He held her up. When he sensed she was okay, he backed away and allowed her dress to slowly caress her ass and legs on its way back to where it had been when he started.

Her mind was still absorbed in the feelings and the sensory overload of the last minutes, but she saw him smile at her in the mirror and heard him say that they would be late if they didn't hurry. If her birthday ended at this very moment, she was happy, but she knew her husband and knew that it was just the beginning.

When she got downstairs he was waiting. He was wearing a silk shirt the same color as her dress and a tailored black jacket and black slacks. He held out his arm and they walked from the apartment to the elevator. Her self-consciousness had been replaced with confidence and she knew that she was drawing attention. She liked for people to look at her, but usually she dressed to blend. Austin had catered to her desires tonight and she would not only accept it, she would embrace it. She watched as the doorman, the taxi driver and those in the lobby stared at her with appreciation or, maybe, lust in their eyes. She might be 40, but she could still put on a show!

They arrived at their favorite restaurant and the Maitre d' called them ahead of the crowd waiting and told Austin he had the requested table ready. The place was packed and he had chosen a quiet table in the back. Austin whispered in her ear how beautiful she was and she knew from his smile that the table choice was planned to play to her tinge of exhibitionism. She caught the looks of many as she moved her ass to and fro between the seated tables and she felt that wonderful dress as it brushed her naked body underneath. It was a wonderful walk on her usually repressed wild side.

The dinner was amazing and now, Austin had revealed, they were headed to the opera. It was one they had seen before, but every time it came to town, they went back. They both loved it. The surprise was that he had borrowed a private box from a colleague and, this evening, they would have it to themselves. When they arrived, she was greeted by flowers and chilled champagne. Their location was perfect and the box was like a large balcony overlooking their own personal stage. It was perfect!

The opera, the champagne, the flowers, it was all a most wonderful birthday celebration. She noticed and was touched by the fact that Austin seemed to be getting more joy from watching her happiness than any of the events of the evening. His love for her was obvious and she liked it more than the stares she had been getting.

Austin got up to get more champagne she thought, but when he came back, he put his hands on her shoulders and bent down to whisper in her ear again. Listen to me, dear. You have seen this opera now several times. I want you to close your eyes and listen to the music. Imagine yourself as the words and the music, as part of the story, but don't open your eyes. I know you would rather watch, but not this time. He kissed her neck again and, for a moment, she was back in her bedroom this afternoon and the memories excited her again and began to move her body.

She closed her eyes. The music was in a building mode. It was leaving melodic and heading for frenzied. As she listened, she could feel the tympani in her breasts when it boomed and the woodwinds seemed a breeze across her face. She felt his hands on the back of her calves and knew from where they were that he had to be facing her chair. He pulled on them and she slid forward, resting her head on the back of her chair. She kept her eyes closed. The music was building.

He laid his hands on her knees and again she noticed their warmth. His gentle touch has always made her feel alive, but here and now every nerve ached to feel him. His hands gently moved up her thighs, taking her dress with them and she could feel his warm breath on the inside of her leg. She didn't look, but she knew that she was exposed to him and she quivered ever so slightly. He kissed the inside of both legs as he spread them apart. He kissed her again just below her navel and the warmth of his lips felt wonderful. In succession, he kissed her lower and lower until his tongue played in her hair, parted her lips and ran circles around her clit.

Without thinking, she grabbed his head. The music climbed in volume and in fervor. He placed his lips around it and began to massage it with his tongue. 

She didn't know if she could stand it any longer. The music was wild, her senses were on fire, she was pulling his head in tighter to herself, the music exploded in cymbals, he buried his tongue in her and she exploded in pleasure and release.

There was clapping, an unbelievable amount clapping and she began to imagine them clapping for her and she found herself clapping and, much too soon it was over. It was quiet but for her breathing and the sound of people as they talked together of the opera on their way down the isles. She felt her dress being pulled back down to its proper place and heard Austin's deep, but soft voice call for her to open her eyes.

He sat opposite her and asked her what she thought about the latest production. She replied in all honesty, if still a bit dreamily, that it was the best she had ever attended!



Happy Birthday



It was my partner Greg's fortieth birthday and I wanted to make his big 'four-o' special. I had arranged a surprise meal at a local restaurant and had purchased an i-pad as a present, something he had been keen on getting for himself. 

Although I'm only twenty six years old there has never been any problem with our age difference and we have been together for about eighteen months and living together for just over a year.

On returning to our house I told Greg that I had something special planned for him but he had to agree to go along with it and follow my instructions. Although I could detect a little scepticism mixed with curiosity in his response he agreed to participate.

I took his hand and led him upstairs to our bedroom. The bed had been placed in the centre of the room, with space to walk all round it. It was covered in a large black silk sheet. "Get undressed," I commanded him and Greg started to comply. "No, totally naked." He removed his Kalvin Klein briefs leaving himself completely nude. "Come here." I led him to the bed and got him to lie on his back with his head close to the end and placed a black sleep mask over his eyes. I then got undressed leaving on only my white hold-up stockings. 

I returned and knelt at the foot of the bed. I bent forward and whispered in his ear "I love you, relax and enjoy." I started by teasing and tickling him all over his upper body with a feather. I leaned forward and sucked and licked each of his nipples in turn. I then offered each of my small breasts up to his mouth and he sucked and chewed on each of my nipples getting both little buds hard. I lowered my mouth towards his and we were soon exploring each other's mouths with tongues in a passionate kiss. I then felt his body shudder and I knew that another part of my surprise was taking shape. 

Our lips parted "Shush not a word. I've got more important work for your mouth." I stood up and kneeling on the bed either side of his head, facing his feet, I positioned my pussy over his mouth. Greg required no further instructions and began tonguing my slit and probing into my love hole.Greg gave me an expert service before I reached behind me and removed the mask, raising myself off him. He now had clear sight of what had caused his body to judder earlier. He could see my younger sister Sam with her mouth fixed firmly over his by now hard cock.

"What's she doing?" Greg said in a surprised voice.

"She's prepping you so that you'll be ready to take her. I know that you like her and she secretly fancies you. What's more I'm looking forward to watching you do her."

"Does Sam want to be done?"

"I certainly do, that's why I'm here and it is your birthday."

"And are you really O.K with this Claire?"

"Perfectly fine. I'm responsible for setting it up after all. I want you to enjoy her, just make sure you make her cum."

Greg got off the bed and taking Sam's hand he helped her to her feet. They were standing facing each other Greg with his wonderful semi hard fat cock sticking out and Sam nude, having undressed before entering the room, except for her white hold-ups matching mine. I could see Greg studying the curves of her breasts and down to the area of her totally shaved pussy. He looked over towards me and smiled his approval of what he could see in front of him. I could tell they were both rather nervous and this added to the feeling of anticipation that I had. 

Greg put his hands out and squeezed each of Sam's breasts feeling the firmness of her young flesh before starting to role both nipples between thumb and forefinger. Sam's breasts are slightly bigger than mine but still small with long thick nipples, unlike my tiny buds. Sam was enjoying it and Greg's cock was now resting in the palm of one of her hands and his balls were being gently caressed by the other. She circled her fingers round his meat and started sliding over his shaft pulling his foreskin very slowly backwards and forwards. I could see the head of his cock being exposed out of the end of her fist each time she pulled back. 

Greg reached out and drew Sam closer to him cuddling her and squashing her breasts against his chest. His hands were now behind her squeezing and fondling her bum cheeks. She has a gorgeous little bubble butt and I'd positioned myself so I could see Greg pulling her cheeks apart showing her pretty pink anal ring. One of his hands worked its way between her legs, from the front. In order to make it easier he lifted one of her legs placing her foot on the bed. Her legs were now nice and open. The fingers of his hand were either side of her pussy lips sliding back and forth occasionally pulling them open a little. 

Greg got to his knees and holding her pussy open with both hands he proceeded to lick and tongue his way along her slit. The room was filled with the lapping sound of Greg's action and the deep breathing and sporadic moans emanating from Sam. 

After a while Greg stood up and getting Sam to sit on the end of the bed he coaxed her legs wide open then pushing them back either side of her head he lowered his mouth and started eating her pussy again. I could see he was licking her slit, pushing his tongue into her love hole and sucking on her clit. He was breathing heavily with the effort he was putting in to satisfy her. Sam was moaning louder and more often and then it became continuous until she was screaming as Greg made her climax hard and long. 

Greg continued a gentle soft licking of her pussy as she slowly came back down and he savoured all her love juice. I noticed that my own breathing had become deep and I realised I had become extremely excited watching my partner making my sister cum. I'd enjoyed it nearly as much as them.

Greg whispered into Sam's ear, I couldn't hear what was said, but following on she positioned herself kneeling on the bed. Standing on the floor behind her Greg held her hips and pulled her closer to the edge. His cock was still fully hard and I knew the time had come for me to watch my younger sister being taken by my partner. I had butterflies in my stomach and I was keyed up at the thought of what was about to happen. Holding his cock in one hand he pulled her pussy open with the other and started stroking the tip and head along her moist looking slit until he stopped with it at the entrance to her cunt. He pushed forward a little and the head disappeared inside her and without pause he continued to slowly slide his thick meat into her until she'd taken it all. 

"Ooh! Oooh! Ooooh! That feels good." Sam shouted, obviously enjoying the experience. 

I suddenly realised that I had, subconsciously, started to diddle myself in response to the action unfolding in front of me. 

Greg started to ease his cock out slowly before unhurriedly pushing it back in. He had started to fuck Sam for real. Both of them matched each other with gentle grunts, groans and sighs of pleasure on each inward stroke. Greg was into a steady lazy rhythm which he kept up for quite a while and they both used the time to take pleasure in the sensations they were clearly experiencing. I found that I was frigging myself in time with their tempo. I had had one or two anxious thoughts about how I might feel in the situation prior to the night but was pleasantly surprised as to how horny I was getting in my voyeuristic role. 

Gradually Greg began to increase his pace and with it the vigour with which he was fucking Sam. He was driving his cock as deep as possible into her. She was responding by pushing her bottom back to meet each penetrating thrust. The sweat running down Greg's back and the heavy breathing was testament to the effort he was putting in. Sam was groaning louder and becoming more vocal. "Oh yes Greg!"................. "Mmmm more, more, more."........................"Oh shit! Don't stop! Don't stop! You're making me cum! Ooooooooooooh!" She shrieked as a massive orgasm ripped through her body and her hips jerked uncontrollably trying to get as much of Greg inside her. 

Greg held her with his arms under her waist for support until she'd stopped twitching. He gradually withdrew his semi-hard cock and gently lowered her body until she was lying face down on the bed. Greg lay down next to her and was stroking her hair and down her spine as she recovered. Bit by bit her breathing slowed and became less noticeable. She turned to look at Greg "Thank you that was incredible," she said quietly.

"Do you feel up to taking some more?" Greg enquired.

"Mmmm please," she replied a little listlessly.

"You'll have to get my cock hard again if you want more fun." Sam moved her hand down to Greg's cock and started playing with it in a leisurely way. I watched as she gently rolled his foreskin back and forth. I felt my pussy which was very moist, which wasn't surprising given what I had already witnessed. As she recovered further she took a tighter hold of Greg's slowly hardening cock. Sam slid down the bed and was soon working on Greg's cock with hands and mouth. She was enjoying herself and took her time giving him a prolonged blow job. Sucking on his head, swallowing as much of his meat as possible, covering it in large amounts of saliva. Greg was on his back watching all her actions purring and moaning his satisfaction. 

Greg's cock was hard and fat as Sam manoeuvred herself into position above it and slowly lowered her cunt on to his pole, fully impaling herself in the 'cowgirl' position. She was lying forward with her breasts pressed against his chest. She was in control and despite Greg's attempts to push his cock in she regulated the speed and depth of penetration riding him at her own pace. She was gently rubbing her pussy back and forth against Greg with him fully inside her. He was nibbling her ear and then they started to kiss once again a long slow meeting of their mouths and lips. When they finally separated Sam sat up a little and her movements made Greg's cock slide in and out of her, but only by a few inches. 

Greg's hands had found their way to Sam's little tits, squeezing the firm flesh and pulling and tweaking the long fat hard nipples. His arms pulled her a little closer so that he could do the same with his mouth and tongue. His hands caught hold of Sam's bum cheeks trying to encourage her to move quicker. Sam took little notice of his actions. She continued sliding his cock in her cunt, very slowly increasing pace at her choice and for her pleasure. She was teasing him as it was obvious that he wanted to penetrate harder and deeper.

Sam eventually sat up straight, she must have had him as deep as possible inside her in this position. I was sitting on the edge of the bed facing her and for the first time, since Greg had noticed Sam, she looked at me and gave me a smile. It was a smile of pleasure and satisfaction as well as one that said 'am I doing alright,' 'are you still O.K with this'. I smiled back before moving and kneeling behind her, between Greg's legs. I placed my hands under her buttocks encouraging her to rise up and use all of Greg's length. It also served as an indication that I was still very content with her being fucked by my partner. Sam responded to my encouragement as she started to ride Greg harder. I moved and knelt on the floor so that I could have a perfect view of Greg's fat cock stretching Sam's pussy and going in and out of her cunt. Sam was really getting into it. She'd speeded up and was slamming down hard pushing him deep inside her. Both of them were moaning and groaning their enjoyment.

"Oh fuck yes Greg! Yes! Yes! I'm cumming again," Sam shouted as I could see his cock being coated in her love juice. She started to slow but the shiny liquid continued to slip down coating his shaft. 

Greg gave her no time to recover expertly flipping her on to her back, without removing his cock. He immediately started pumping her with long, fast deep strokes and before she knew it he was making her cum again. He collapsed on top of her and they started a long passionate kissing session which ended as they both regained their composure.

"It's my turn to cum next," Greg said after their mouths parted.

"Mmmm sounds good," Sam replied.

"Are you going to eat my spunk for me?"

"With pleasure. I love sperm."

Greg got off the bed and Sam joined him kneeling down in front of him. She soon had his cock in her mouth sucking and stroking him. 

Greg took control of his cock in one hand whilst tipping Sam's head back with the other. She knew what was required opening her mouth wide. I was standing watching Greg as he jacked his cock. On impulse I moved and fastening my fist around his meat I took over wanking his cock. It had an almost immediate reaction as Greg groaned loudly and I shouted "Happy Birthday Baby," as I directed spurt after spurt of hot, white spunk into Sam's waiting mouth. Greg had fired off an extremely large load which Sam swallowed down with a look of total satisfaction on her face.

We didn't say a word as Greg helped Sam to her feet and he directed us both to lie with him on the bed. Both of us snuggled into his chest on either side looking into each others eyes. We lay silent and still for what seemed like an age.

Greg was the first to speak in a hushed tone. "It's your turn to watch now Sam, Claire hasn't cum yet and I think I should remedy that." 

Greg manoeuvred himself down until he had his head between my legs. He opened up my pussy with his hands pulling me wide "You're already so wet Claire all nice and juicy." I then felt his tongue as it licked back and forth along my slit. His mouth then found my clit and he started sucking on it and flicking his tongue over it. His finger was exploring deep in my cunt and it was soon joined by a second. He then proceeded to finger fuck me whilst still playing with my clit. All I could hear was the sound of his fingers slurping in and out of my hole which was getting wetter by the second. Then the explosion in my stomach happened and I released a flood of cum as I climaxed hard and long.

I was still on my back and I could see Sam looking at me as Greg slowly wriggled one finger inside me before letting it slip out. "Wow! That's the best birthday experience I've ever had. Thank you ladies."

"No I should thank you. I've never cum so much or been as well fucked before. Claire you're so lucky. Is he like this all the time?"

"Mostly, when we get the time, especially at week-ends."

"It has to be a special thanks to you Claire for organising this and allowing me to fuck Sam. It's not many guys whose wife or partner would let them have another woman especially their sister."

"I gather you enjoyed Sam's young nineteen year old pussy then?"

"And some. She's wonderful and tight and like her older sister she enjoys eating spunk, what more could you ask for."

"I'm just glad Sam agreed to do it for me."

"I'm glad I decided to. Greg's got an incredibly thick cock, the thickest I've had and his sperm is particularly tasty and there's lots of it."

"I think we've all enjoyed tonight. Do you want to do each other again some time?"

"I'd love to have Greg."

"I'll be ready for Sam anytime."

"Sam why don't you stay tonight and sleep with us and perhaps Greg can satisfy us both in the morning." 



Happy Birthday



It was his birthday. After a long day at work, we finally had the night to celebrate. I greeted him with a small peck on his waiting lips. From his reaction I knew he was hoping for more, but he would have to wait. His expectations were deservedly high after the saucy texts we had been exchanging throughout the day. I have to admit I was as turned on as he was. Those plans would have to wait! I managed to control myself, saving myself for things to come, and I playfully pushed him onto a seat and told him to wait. As he sat, taking off his shoes and coat, I went upstairs to get his 'present'. 

I wanted tonight to be something he would never have expected from me; the girl who was a shy virgin before he had won me over with his humour, intelligence and of course, amazing body. He was tall, with broad and strong shoulders that were my kryptonite. He also had one other large and strong appendage which made me pretty weak at the knees too... We had not been together that long, and it had taken me time to give myself to him, but since then we hadn't been able to stop. 

I slid the tight corset over my large breasts; it felt slightly uncomfortable as I tightened it over my hard, swollen nipples -- I was already excited. I pulled the little black panties up onto my already moist self, as I moved to pull on my stockings I could feel them sticking to me. This was definitely going to be a messy night! I tried not to think about it as I changed, I didn't want to get too excited too soon, I wanted to last as long as I could -- he wasn't the only one who was going to enjoy it! 

Once I was changed I climbed on to the bed, dimming the lights just enough to create some accentuating shadows, making my tits look much larger than their already ample size Es. I positioned myself making sure that he would have the perfect view when he entered the room. I supported myself on a pillow, my legs slightly open and my hand moving almost by itself towards my panties. The anticipation was already building in me as I called him upstairs, saying I could do with 'a hand'. I heard his footsteps as he came closer and closer to the door, I could feel my breathing speeding up and I couldn't stop myself from lightly stroking my wet lips through the now clinging panty material.

I focussed my eyes on his face as he came in. He knew to expect something good; he had always been good at reading my voice when I was horny. I loved the cute little smile that crossed his face when his eyes caught my scantily clothed body lying on the bed, working their way up from my feet, lingering on my tightly corseted body, with my massive, bound breasts heaving up and down in anticipation; nothing compared to how they would be moving in a matter of minutes, and finally on to my face. I returned the smile, a little nervous about how he would react, would it be too much of a shock for him to see his innocent girl being so naughty?

His smile broadened when his eyes moved back to my busy right hand. He moved closer to me, pulling off his shirt as he did and exposing his exquisite shoulders, knowing the effect they had on me. He replied to my initial request, "I have two hands which I am very happy to help you with..." I smiled, "There is a minimal clothing requirement in this bed tonight -- you'd better lose those pants." He obliged, and I could see that hard and glorious appendage of his was already almost at full attention, apparently my plan was working.

He leant over me on the bed and kissed me, offering his right hand to relieve mine, but I grabbed it and moved it up to my chest. I could feel this make him smile as his lips moved to my neck where he suckled on my collar bone and neck; his right hand went straight to work, caressing my breasts through the corset. I winced at he found a nipple, they were feeling raw now. He noticed and sat up, grabbed both sides of the corset and in one quick tug he pulled it down, releasing my tits for him to see. I gasped and he grunted, both loving the freedom. He pulled his leg over me, mounting me and giving me a perfect view of his hard body, his dick was harder, definitely testing the material of his boxers. He pressed his body against mine, and I placed my hands on his, smoothing them around his chest, over his shoulders and onto his neck, bringing his face to mine. I kissed him, pulling him closer to me, and rubbed my hands through his hair. His body started moving up and down on mine; it felt amazing having this hard member running itself on just the right spot. "Do you like that, baby?"

I started gasping for air as he pushed himself harder. My fingers started digging into his back and I had to try hard to remember that I was supposed to be kissing back. Eventually he gave up on the kiss, moving his mouth to my ear, telling me how he was going to fuck me all night. I couldn't take much more; I started groaning in his ear, unable to control myself anymore. I squeezed my knees against his body, bucking my hips in time with his until I came. The intense feeling rippled through my body, not stopping while he continued to grind against me, slowing down his movements and extending that perfect explosion. 

He kissed me again, moving his body from mine to give himself space to glide his tongue from my mouth, down my neck and stopping at a still hard nipple. With the disappearance of his hot package from my still gently pulsing pussy, I suddenly became aware of just how wet I was, I was sure I was going to soak the bed -- but I doubt he would complain! 

I felt a bit guilty taking all the pleasure when I was supposed to be making him feel good too, it was his birthday after all, but I couldn't quite bring myself to stop his warm, wet mouth sucking on my erect nipples, they needed some soothing attention! I also knew how much it got him off just getting me off. His hands grabbed for as much breast as they could grab, gently squeezing what he managed to get hold of. He lifted his body off of me, refocusing his attention lower down my body. He grabbed the sides of my little panties, and slowly lowered them off me, revealing my wet and open pussy. "God, you are so wet!" he said, I smiled shyly, "it's all your fault, I can't help it!" All he could respond with was a cheeky, satisfied grin. Just as he was about to lower his ready tongue to tease me further, I remembered my plan and stopped him where he was. He seemed disappointed, "aren't you liking it, baby?" "I love it, but now it's your turn! I want to see how hard you are." He smiled and pulled his boxers out and over his beautiful cock. 

It was really hard already, but it was my turn to see him play with himself. "Touch it, I want it harder." He obliged and wrapped a large hard around this dick, and started stroking it up and down, up and down. He looked at me while he did it, but my eyes were firmly on his hardness, watching in amazement as it managed to grow even bigger. I gathered myself and managed to join in, lowering my hand to my now bared pussy; running a finger up and down my lips. I kept going with my eyes not straying far from his performance. I took his free hand and placed it on my breast, squeezing it through my own hand. I could tell he liked it when he started pumping away faster at his dick and I couldn't help but do the same, now using two fingers to fuck myself but only for a second. Suddenly my mouth wanted company, and only one thing looked tasty enough.

I sat up and pushed him onto his back, he groaned, knowing what was about to come. I moved his legs apart and nestled in between them on my knees. His head rolled back as I kissed the tip of his penis, licking my lips as I went, he always tasted so good. I licked all the way up and down his shaft, teasing him. Eventually he couldn't take much more and his hands gathered behind my head, gently encouraging me to take him in. It was my turn to oblige and I wrapped my lips around his dick and slowly bobbed my head up and down as I sucked him hard. He started to breath heavily. I knew it wouldn't take long and as his hips started to buck against my face, I sped up, swirling my tongue all around his cock, and as he came into my mouth, I could hear him groaning and calling out for me not to stop -- I was just getting started!

I moved up his body, sucking and kissing all the way up to his lips and neck, I could still hear his fast and heavy breathing. I lay to the side of him with and looked down at his dick, I wanted it hard again, I wasn't done yet! I placed my hand on my dripping pussy and rubbed it, it felt so good! I then grabbed his dick and rubbed it with my juices, he went hard almost instantly. I sat on his lap, lining myself up with him I rubbed my wet pussy up and down his dick; he ran his hands up my thighs, grabbing my ass then pulling me against his body. My ever hard nipples rubbing against his chest as I painted his dick with my pussy juice. "I need to fuck you know!" I just sighed, "mmmm" and sat up. I grabbed his now wet and hard dick and pulled it against my body, moving my hand up and down making him harder. Eventually he couldn't take this teasing anymore and flipped me on my back. He towered over me, with his hard dick throbbing, he opening my legs, and easily entered me. 

He slid in and out in perfect rhythm. It felt so good, but I wanted it more! Harder! I grabbed his back, encouraging him to go harder. "Fuck me!" I knew I wouldn't last long. I pushed him over and mounted him. I sat upright, and rode him hard, my tits bouncing up and down. He couldn't stay away and sat upright too. My tits were right in his face, big and bouncing. We were not going to last much longer as we moved our bodies in time. I pulled him tighter and knowing he was about to come, put my last bit of energy into riding his cock. I could feel him tense up and I tightened myself against his dick, until we both came together. He rolled me over onto my side, lifted my leg over his hip, and thrust himself into me one last time, we both screamed out in pleasure. "Happy birthday."



Happy Birthday!



I woke up this morning with a throbbing erection - I must have been dreaming, because I thought I could feel my mother's hand on my penis, holding me the way she always used to. I groaned and rubbed myself, remembering the first time it had happened...

* * * * *

'Wake up, Mum! I've brought you some tea!'

My mother always had difficulty in rousing herself in the mornings, and at the weekend she often slept until nearly lunchtime. But today was her birthday, and I thought she'd like a cup of tea in bed, and then go back to sleep for as long as she liked. I gently shook her bare shoulder.

'Mum! Happy Birthday! Here, drink some tea, and then you can snooze until lunchtime!'

Mum stirred and grunted, then opened her eyes sleepily.

'Oh! What? Oh, thank you, darling! Give me a birthday kiss, then!'

She struggled up on to one elbow, and I bent to kiss her on her cheek. One of the thin straps of her nightdress slipped off her shoulder, and she fumbled to replace it, but not before I glimpsed a swelling, bare breast capped with its prominent nipple. I gulped, and nervously held out the tea, unable to prevent the cup from rattling in the saucer.

Mum finally managed to sit up, and she pushed her long dark hair back from her face and smiled at me as she took the tea. All I could do was to try not to let her see me staring at her nipples, clearly outlined through the thin material of her nightdress. 

My mother took a sip of tea, then wriggled sideways. 'The tea's lovely. Come in with me while I drink it darling - you'll get cold out there!'

She threw back the covers, and my eyes flickered downwards - the hem of her nightdress had worked its way up to the tops of her thighs, revealing her long bare legs in all their glory. I hastily clambered in to sit up in bed beside her, and without thinking slipped my arm round her shoulders. I'd often climbed in bed with her when I was little, but now I was nearly nineteen, and this was different, and I gave her a quick hug as I glanced down at the deep valley between her breasts.

After a few more sips of tea Mum leaned across me to put the cup and saucer on the bedside table, and I caught my breath as I felt her soft body pressing against me. Then she smiled at me sleepily and kissed me on the cheek.

'That was nice, darling! Now snuggle down and cuddle me for a bit until I doze off!'

We eased ourselves down into the bed - my arm was still round my mother's body, and she turned on her side towards me, burying her face in my shoulder. I turned to face her, and she smiled, her eyes closed.

'Umm - this is cosy! Oh, darling, your feet are freezing!'

She started to rub my foot with hers, and I was immediately conscious of those long bare legs moving against mine through my pyjamas. Then she sighed and lay still, one leg carelessly draped across my thighs. I realised that she hadn't pulled her nightdress down, and that by now it must be up around her waist. 

My mother's breathing gradually slowed and deepened, and I knew that she'd drifted off into a deep sleep. Hesitantly, I put my hand on the outside of her bare thigh - it felt wonderfully soft and smooth, and very slowly I moved my hand up until it rested on her hip. Sure enough, the nightdress was nowhere in evidence, and I moved my hand round until I discovered it rucked up in the small of her back.

I couldn't resist letting my hand drift down until it was cupping her bare bottom, and as I caressed it my mother murmured softly in her sleep, and pushed herself closer to me. Then I almost cried out when her hand dropped between our bodies, to come to rest on my throbbing penis, jutting out of my pyjamas.

Still she was breathing deeply and evenly, and I let my hand wander over her leg and body, then daringly placed it on her full breast. I allowed myself to knead it very gently, almost holding my breath for fear that she would wake up and discover what I was doing, but then I felt her nipple harden. It felt like a pebble in the palm of my hand, and I longed to tease it, but instead contented myself with lightly fondling her breast.

Again she murmured, and moved her head forward slightly - our faces were just inches apart, and almost unconsciously I kissed her on the lips, one arm round her shoulders holding her to me while my other hand continued to cover her breast. My mother gave a little moan and arched her body towards me, crushing my hand between my chest and her breast, and I tightened my grip on its yielding softness, even more aware of her rigid nipple.

Then her mouth moved against mine, and suddenly we were kissing with gradually increasing intensity. Mum groaned and pressed herself against me as her lips parted and her tongue explored the inside of my mouth. I felt a pang of jealousy, wondering who she was dreaming of kissing and caressing her, but then I felt her fingers tighten round my penis.

It was my turn to groan out loud, and I closed my eyes in rapture, holding her tightly and kneading her breast. The feel of my mother's hand on my penis was indescribable, but then unbelievably she began to tug it gently. By now I was kissing her passionately, aware that she was returning my kiss with equal intensity. Suddenly I opened my eyes, to find that she was staring at me, wide awake, and I jerked my head back.

'Mum...' I stuttered, but she dragged herself even closer to me. 'Shhh, darling, don't say anything,' she whispered, and began rubbing her hand back and forth along my penis as it strained towards her, and then we were kissing again, even more wildly than before.

I'd never know such excitement, drowning in the feel of my mother's body and her hand working on my penis with her mouth accepting mine, and as I held her she squirmed against me. Then her other hand slid between my legs to fondle my testicles, and I lost control completely.

I cried out as my semen jetted into her hand, and I held her against me as I spurted endlessly, kissing her and feeling her urging the last drops from me when my loins finally emptied.

'I - I'm sorry, Mum - I couldn't stop myself,' I said miserably, but she laughed and kissed me, then buried her face against mine, her lips brushing my ear.

'Don't be silly, darling - it was a wonderful birthday present!' she whispered. 'It's in my hand, and up my arms, and all over my tummy, all hot and wet and sticky!' She wriggled slightly. 'It's even trickling between my legs, but you know I can't have any more children, so it doesn't matter even if it goes inside me. Would you like to come inside me properly the next time?'

'Oh, God, Mum! Would you let me?'

'I think I'd let you do anything you wanted to me, dearest. But now, go and get a wet cloth and a towel from the bathroom, and clean me up first.'

She watched me as I scrambled out of bed, and when I returned a few moments later she was pulling her nightdress over her head before throwing it on the floor beside the bed. I just stood there, speechless, staring at my mother's naked body, and she turned towards me, smiling.

'It's lovely seeing you looking at me like that, darling! I want you to keep looking at me, and touching me and feeling me! But it's not fair - I'm naked, and you're all dressed up in pyjamas - let me look at you, too, darling!'

In an instant I peeled off my pyjamas, and Mum leaned forward to briefly kiss my penis, and then I started to wipe my drying semen off her hands and arms, and then her belly before slipping the cloth between her legs. I began to dry her, but she pulled me onto the bed beside her and kissed me. 

'See how nice I feel when I'm wet, darling! Doesn't my skin feel good, sweetheart?' she whispered, taking my hand and running it over her body. 'This reminds me of when we were on holiday, and that night we went skinny-dipping - remember? You kept touching me, and you had a hell of an erection, and I hoped you were going to do something, but you were too well-behaved, you devil!' 

She kissed me, and her hand dropped to my penis. 'I wanted you to make the first move, darling, but you didn't, and I almost screamed "Fuck me!" at you a couple of times!' She kissed me again. 'Dearest - I've got a confession to make. I was awake for ages before you came in with the tea earlier. I hoped you'd do something, and it was all I could do to keep still and pretend to be asleep!'

'Mum - why didn't you say something? I've been wanting you for ages, but I was afraid you'd be angry if you knew!'

Mum smiled and squeezed my penis. 'Well, I know now, and I'm not angry!'

It was my turn to kiss her and run my hand over her body - I still couldn't get used to the idea that she welcomed my caresses, but she she just moaned softly when I fondled her breast, and when I slipped my hand between her legs I felt how wet she was. I gently pushed her legs apart, but the she grabbed my hand and looked at me seriously.

'Darling - are - are you sure you want to? Until now, we've just played with each other, but if things go any further I don't think I'll be able to control myself, and then you'll find out what a slut your mother is!'

I put my fingers more deeply into her. 'I'm sure, all right, Mum, and we can't stop now! If you try to stop me, I think I'll rape you, you - you bitch!'

She caught her breath. 'I - I'd like that, darling, and I like you calling me a bitch, and I'd like you to be rough with me. There! I told you I was a slut!'

The I pushed her back on the bed and she was guiding me into her. The sensation of feeling my penis in her hot wet vagina was unimaginable, and she arched towards me as I started to thrust into her. I kissed her violently, and she clung to me - I felt her body becoming damp with perspiration, and soon she was jerking spasmodically. This time, though, it took me longer to come, and Mum was sobbing in my arms.

'Finish me, darling! Fuck me, and come in me, and hurt me, dearest, please!'

I released her briefly to pull back and slap her face, hard, then I ground my mouth on hers and gripped her breast brutally, digging my fingers in her soft flesh, and I realized I liked hurting her, and she like it too.

'Oh, yes, my darling!' she cried, clinging to me, and then I erupted into her.

My mother screamed, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow as I rammed into her, feeling my semen flooding her, and she gripped my hips, forcing me even deeper into her while I grasped her breasts, tugging at her nipples and pinching them as she bucked beneath me. She wrapped her legs round my waist, jamming herself against me. She put the knuckles of one hand in her mouth, biting herself hard, clinging to me with her other hand, her body jerking uncontrollably, and still my semen kept pumping into her.

She groaned and fell back limply, and I thought she'd fainted. Perhaps she had, but I couldn't stop fucking her, and then her eyes opened. She looked up at me wildly, then, as I finally began to soften, she scrambled down the bed to take my penis in her mouth, sucking it frantically.

At last she crawled back up the bed and lay down beside me, panting, and I put my arm round her damp body as her fingers reached once more for my penis.

'Was I worth waiting for, darling?' she whispered, and I groaned.

'God, I never believed it could be as wonderful as that, Mum,' I breathed.

'I wasn't sure it would ever happen,' she said. 'I know you've been looking at me a lot lately, and I felt sure you wanted me. The other night when I was sitting with my legs crossed, you couldn't stop looking at them. I made sure my skirt was hitched up, and kept re-crossing my legs making sure you got a good look at my thighs, but nothing happened... haven't you noticed that I've been showing you what I've got, and that I hardly ever wear a bra these days so that you can see my breasts? But that's all over now, darling after what you did to me,' she said, snuggling against me. I stroked her body, feeling myself becoming aroused again, and my mother kissed my cheek.

'Darling - I want to say something just this once, and then it'll be up to you. I told you I was a slut, and I meant it. I want you to do anything you like to me, whenever you want to. If you want to be gentle with me, that's fine, and tell me you love me. But sometimes call me a bitch, and a cow, and a slut, and can tie me up, and spank me if you feel like it - I love that too. I want you to use me. You can fuck me whenever you want, wherever you want, in public if you like, and I'll love to have your dick down my throat, and up my bottom, and I'll make you come between my breasts. I'll masturbate you, and you can do it yourself and come all over me if you want to. I hope you will, because I love all those things. And if you want one of your friends - or several, if you like, to fuck me while you watch, I'd love it. Just tell me if you want to watch me with another woman, and if you want me to be waiting for you naked when you come home just say so. My biggest thrill is knowing that you're using my body, in any way you want.'

Mum smiled at me and looked down at my newly-erect penis. 'There! That was a long speech, but now it's over! From now on, darling, I'm yours to do whatever you want with. Just one last thing, though, my dearest - please don't make me wait until my next birthday before you fuck me again!'



Happy Birthday!



Me and my sister, Eve, had always been close. Being the same age (twins), we faced the obstacles that life threw at us at the same time, apart from puberty which Eve noticeably went through first, and supported each other. Since we were fifteen and our GCSE's started we had been closer than usual, keeping each other up all night for studying. This benefited both of us and we came out with all our results as B's or higher enabling us to study what ever we felt like for our A-levels. 

Being the more academic, Eve took English, Sociology, Biology and Statistics; while I chose the more creative: Drama, Art (Evening Class), French and Media. Two years ago, 2004, we took our first half of our A-level exams (AS), using the same techniques as GCSE we both got respectable results again, Eve with four straight A's and me with 3 A's and a B in French. 

Throughout our senior school life Eve has had many boyfriends all of whom, to my surprise, came to me for permission because I'm her brother. Of course I agreed to most requests, not seeing any problem with my sister dating but occasionally I would hate myself when, in the early hours of the morning, she returned home after a bad date, and would come up to my room to talk to me about it. Although our ability to be able to confide in each other drew us together, I was completely unprepared for the night our relationship changed. 

September 5th was always a busy day in our house, this was for one reason. It was our birthday. Like children at Christmas, even this year when we would be 18, we knew we would wake up at the latest half past seven, creeping into the others bedroom and wishing them a happy birthday. This year though was slightly different. Three days before our birthday, our Uncle Phillip had been involved in a car crash, although he had only minor injuries our mum thought that it would be best to go and see her brother up in Cambridge hospital, the fact that our dad was away on business meant we were all alone. Although we had been deeply shocked and upset about the injury of Phillip, the prospect of a free house for two weeks meant one thing - no rules. 

Although we had received our birthday presents a week earlier due to our father going away on business, it didn't change the fact that it was our birthday and that plenty of prank calls and 'not so surprising' visits were to come. I awoke first with a grin on my face, straight away remembering what day it was, I walked out of my room and towards Eve's door, I saw her still asleep and decided to make breakfast for us. Both of us regularly attended the gym and played tennis together, causing us both to be very fit and healthy, however it was our birthday today and so I decided to treat us to a cooked breakfast, no 'Wheat-a-bix' today.

About ten minutes later I heard a yawn and turned around to be greeted with a birthday hug.

"Happy birthday sis." I said kissing her on the cheek.

"Happy birthday bro." She said, kissing me back and walking over to the table and sitting down. I finished frying the bacon, and the rest of the breakfast and put it onto two separate plates. I put one in front of Eve and sat down opposite her and started on my meal. For about five minutes the only noises to be heard was that of knifes and forks scraping the plates and the chewing of food.

"I'll wash up." Said Eve as she finished. She stands up and takes the plates to the sink.

"No, it's alright." I say walking up behind her, turning the tap on. I smile at her as she turns around; knowing she is going to protest I kiss her on the cheek again. "I'm washing up, so there." I playfully nudge her out of the way as I start to wash up. She smiles and shakes her head, then heads back upstairs.

Ten minutes later the washing up is done and the plates and cooking equipment put away. Walking upstairs I hear my sister humming to herself, I smile and walk into the bathroom and strip off my clothes, getting ready to have a shower. Just as I remove my boxer shorts the door swings open and in walks Eve with just a bathrobe on. For a second she just stands there looking at my naked body, I realise she is looking down at my cock and I start to go red. As I feel it start to harden I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist. She laughs and smiles, going a bit red as well. She steps out and closes the door.

"Don't be too long Jack." She says as I let go of the towel, letting it fall to the floor. I look at my semi hard cock. I shake my head and smile walking over to the shower; I open the shower door and step inside, turning it on and letting the hot water pour onto me.

I finally finish and step out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around me. I open the bathroom door and am greeted by the smiling face of my sister. She looks at me and playfully tugs at the towel around my waist, I gulp, not entirely sure what to do. She reaches in and kisses me straight on the lips. She pulls away and smiles again, side-stepping me and walking into the bathroom and closing the door. I stand there for a second, still not sure about what just happened. I walk into my room and close my door. I turn on my stereo and turn it down so I can just hear the music. I lay on my bed and close my eyes. 

I awake when I hear the knock at the door. I open my eyes and yawn.

"Yes?" I ask. I look up as Eve enters the room, it takes me a second to realise she has only a towel wrapped around her like me. She walks in and sits next to me on my bed, she looks down at me and smiles, leaning in and kissing me again on the lips. I pull away.

"Eve...What are you doing?" She stands up and lets the towel fall down onto the floor. My eyes widen as I stare at her naked body, taking in the beautiful sight before me. I hear a giggle and my eyes slowly make their way back up to her face, I realise she is looking and my groin. I look down and realise I have a massive erection.

"God Jack, that must be what, eight inches?" I sit up and grab a pillow and cover my cock. I go red as I look away from her. She sits back next to me, I feel her bare shoulder press up against mine. I breathe out slowly. She moves her hand across and removes the pillow, then slowly she peels the towel off me and throws in on the floor. I gasp as I feel her small, soft hand wrap around the shaft of my cock. I look and see a bit of pre-cum on the tip of the head of my cock. I turn back and look at my sister who smiles at me as she starts to slowly give me a hand-job. I close my eyes as she continues to rub my cock. I lay back as she leans over and wraps her lips around the head of it, sliding her tongue over the head of my cock, I groan.

"Oh Eve.." I say quietly. She continues to give me head as she runs her hand up and down my shaft. A couple of minutes later my breathing starts to increase as she takes more of my cock in her mouth.

"Mmm, sis I'm going to cum!" Instead of stopping she seems to get faster as I look down and see her head bobbing up and down on my cock. I gasp and suddenly start to cum, shooting stream after stream into her mouth. When she finishes she comes up and kisses me on the lips, the salty taste of cum comes onto my lips and I can't help but lick them. She smiles.

"Jack, you don't know how long I have wanted to do that, to pleasure you orally." I sit up and kiss her on the lips again. I lay her on her back and make my way down her body. As I reached her pussy, I see that she has shaved it. I gulp when I realise I haven't done this before, I look down at the clitoris and the lips of her pussy. I lower my tongue to her pussy lips and run it up it. I immediately feel her shiver with pleasure so I do it again, wrapping my arms around her legs to stop her moving. I kiss around the outside of her pussy, ever so often licking or kissing the actual thing. After a while I find her pussy hole and stick my tongue in as far as I can.

"Oh! Jack that feels so good!" I smile to myself as I move my tongue around inside, of her, I take my tongue out and see some juices coming out of her pussy, I lower my head and gleefully lap them up and continue to stick my tongue in and out. I take my tongue out and start to flick her clitoris with it, getting turned on at the moans of Eve. I wrap my lips around it and suck it as I push two fingers into her pussy, I slowly push them in and out of her pussy, feeling it tighten around them each time they go in, a minute later she starts to moan more; knowing she is probably going to cum I start to lick her pussy again. Her orgasm starts as her cum enters my mouth being lapped up by my tongue. When her orgasm subsides I go back up and kiss her on the lips. I lay next to her looking up at my ceiling.

"Jack that was so nice, I've often thought of you doing that to me as I masturbate." Her talking like this was starting to get me turned on again and I felt my cock getting harder. She smiles when she sees it.

"Well, you seem as pleased as me!" She sits up and straddles my legs, my cock just in front of her pussy. She looks down at me and smiles, I look back up at her a little nervous. She frowns a little.

"..Are you ok Jack?...I'm sorry, I should have asked first." She slides off of my body and picks up her towel, she kisses me on the cheek and walks back to her room. 

I close my eyes and sigh. I sit up and turn the stereo off, smiling when I realise we have been giving oral sex to my favourite band Stone Sour. I get dressed and walk into my sisters room. I knock on the door and open it, she too is fully dressed.

"Jack...I'm really sorry." I walk over to her and kiss her on the lips softly.

"It's ok. It was me, not you." I look up at her, "The thing is Eve...I'm still a...virgin.." I say, going red. She looks back at me with a little smile on her face.

"Really?...I can't believe that...With what you've got between your legs I was sure you'd had your fair share of women." I shake my head.

"No.." I look into her eyes and smile. "Eve...I love you so much...I want you to be the one who takes my virginity..." Her face turns serious.

"Jack...Are you sure? I mean, there are a lot of girls I know that like you, I'm just plain me, I'm sure you..." Without letting her finish I kiss her on the lips. 

"Don't finish that sentence Eve. This is how I feel...If you now don't want to do it because you know I'm a virgin I understand..." She raises her arms and put them around my neck and kisses me deeply, pushing her tongue against my lips until I open my mouth and let our tongues meet. 

We kissed for about five minutes. I look at her and smile.

"I love you Eve."

"I love you too Jack." I could have sworn that my heart skipped a beat as she said that. I hear my mobile ring.

"That'll be Mark." I say laughing. I walk into my room and answer my phone. I come back in five minutes later. "Mark says happy birthday." She smiles and takes my hand. She leads me downstairs and out the front door. After locking up the house she takes me to the car.

"You drive." She says, smiling at me and tossing the keys into my hands.

"Where are we heading?" I ask as we both get into the car.

"Town Centre." I shrug and start the car. I pull out and head down the road, heading for town. As I pull out of the street, Eve starts to rub the top of my thigh, soon enough my cock is hard again and she starts to rub it slowly through my jeans.

"Mmm, Eve," I say as we go past the Marsh Mills round about. "You're going to make me cum if you carry on."

"Not if I don't let you!" As my cock starts to build to a climax she stops rubbing, teasing it. 

"Oh, that's not fair." I say, moving one hand down to continue rubbing it myself. She laughs and moves my hand back to the steering wheel, she unzips my jeans and puts her hand inside, a couple of seconds later she pulls my cock out of my trousers.

"Boy, you are turned on!" She says as she starts to rub up and down the shaft. I turn into the multi-storey car park as she continues to rub my cock. I park and relax, letting her continue. "Come on Jack, I know you want to cum for me again, come on, cum for your sister." 

"Oh God sis, that makes me so hot when you talk like that, I'm going to cum any second now!" As I groan she wraps her mouth around the head of my cock sending me crazy with pleasure, I start to shoot my cum into her mouth once again. 

After I stop Cumming she puts my cock back into my trousers and zips me up. She smiles at me.

"I enjoyed that, did you?" I nod and she laughs, kissing me on the lips. "Come on, lets go shopping." I look at her confused then get out and lock the car. We head out onto the main street of town, I stop dead when she goes to enter 'Ann Summers'.

"Sis...What are we doing here?"

"Shh..." She whispered. "Don't call me 'Sis' here, call me 'Eve'. You're going to help me pick out some new lingerie." She smiles and takes my hand pulling me into the shop. We head to the left side of the shop towards the clothes, passing numerous sex toys on the way. "Mmm, they look fun." She says smiling back at me as we pass the various sizes of dildos. We get to the lingerie and we start to look at it.

"I think black is more your colour." I say as she holds up a red lace bra. She smiles. 

"Whatever you want bro." She says quietly and picks out a black version of the one she just showed me. I nod at her and smile. She picks up a matching pair of panties. She walks up and kisses me on the lips.

"I'd say we're going to have a pretty good time today Jack." She says walking back towards the toy section.



Happy Birthday!



She couldn't resist standing in front of the full length mirror to get a complete look at her new dress and make some final adjustments to the belt and neckline. Austin had bought it for her birthday, today. He said he had seen it in a window downtown and had gotten excited thinking about how the rich purple silk would lie on her beautiful body.

He loved her body and she was pretty happy with it herself. She studied her figure in the mirror. She was 40 today. Her breasts weren't large, but they had held up well. The dress had a modest neckline, but the heavy silk lay deep into her cleavage and showed her shape well. When she moved, she could feel the material against her nipples and they would show themselves. That was what had worried her a little about Austin's request that went with the dress. He had requested that she be completely naked under the dress -- nothing there to interfere with the lines of her body so accentuated by the fabric. 

She decided that she wouldn't worry about it. He liked it and the thought of it made her feel a little naughty and she liked it. She just wanted to check the entire package out to make sure her "naughty" wasn't too obvious. She had a narrow waist that the belt of the new dress emphasized and, although she wasn't heavy, she had nice curves in her hips and a round ass that her husband adored. He had been right. The dress hung perfect on her body and displayed every curve of her sensuous figure.

Still studying herself in the mirror, she caught site of Austin watching her and grinning. He was getting dressed, also, but was still in his t-shirt and boxers. He walked towards her as she continued to gaze into the mirror. When he got behind her, he placed his hands on her hips and bent his head down to whisper in her ear how sexy she looked and that he was glad she thought so, too. She felt herself blush a little and he kissed her neck and shoulder softly.

He must have heard her breath quicken slightly and maybe he had seen her nipples harden and show through her dress. He must have because he continued to kiss her lightly and, as she watched him in the mirror, his hands slid gently down the sides of her hips. He bent slightly and when his hands reached the bottom of her dress line, he slipped his thumbs under the edge of the hem. She could feel the warmth of his hands on her soft skin. As he brought his hands back up her legs to her hips again, the dress came with them.

She could feel so many things. She felt her breath come in and out, her hard nipples against the soft dress, his hands and the dress as it was pulled up her body. When his hands reached her waist, the bulk of the dress fell forward and she felt the cool air on her ass. As she watched him in the mirror, he bent down on one knee and placed a kiss at the base of her spine. She gasped. He began to kiss the cheeks of her ass softly, tenderly. As he did, his left hand slid around her waist to her belly. It felt like his hands were almost hot. Slowly, his fingers dropped down from her navel and found the mat of coarse hair between her thighs.

He explored and played with the hair and it was as if each one rejoiced at the touch of his fingers. Her breathing was rapid now and she knew that he could sense her excitement. She knew that he would feel the dampness between her legs.

She watched his face as he stood up and hers as she trembled and chill bumps ran up her legs. He dropped his boxers and stepped up against her and she could feel his warm stiffness in the cleavage of her ass. Her breathing, and now his, was audible.

He wrapped one hand gently around her waist and placed the other lightly on her back. Instinctively she bent over slightly, her hands on the mirror and her face so close that it fogged her view. She felt him as one hand went to her hip and the other guided himself inside her. She began to feel weak in the knees. The hand on her hip came around to find her wetness and he hit the spot that sent her into waves of orgasm as he buried himself in her one more time.

They stood there seconds that seemed an eternity, catching their breath. He held her up. When he sensed she was okay, he backed away and allowed her dress to slowly caress her ass and legs on its way back to where it had been when he started.

Her mind was still absorbed in the feelings and the sensory overload of the last minutes, but she saw him smile at her in the mirror and heard him say that they would be late if they didn't hurry. If her birthday ended at this very moment, she was happy, but she knew her husband and knew that it was just the beginning.

When she got downstairs he was waiting. He was wearing a silk shirt the same color as her dress and a tailored black jacket and black slacks. He held out his arm and they walked from the apartment to the elevator. Her self-consciousness had been replaced with confidence and she knew that she was drawing attention. She liked for people to look at her, but usually she dressed to blend. Austin had catered to her desires tonight and she would not only accept it, she would embrace it. She watched as the doorman, the taxi driver and those in the lobby stared at her with appreciation or, maybe, lust in their eyes. She might be 40, but she could still put on a show!

They arrived at their favorite restaurant and the Maitre d' called them ahead of the crowd waiting and told Austin he had the requested table ready. The place was packed and he had chosen a quiet table in the back. Austin whispered in her ear how beautiful she was and she knew from his smile that the table choice was planned to play to her tinge of exhibitionism. She caught the looks of many as she moved her ass to and fro between the seated tables and she felt that wonderful dress as it brushed her naked body underneath. It was a wonderful walk on her usually repressed wild side.

The dinner was amazing and now, Austin had revealed, they were headed to the opera. It was one they had seen before, but every time it came to town, they went back. They both loved it. The surprise was that he had borrowed a private box from a colleague and, this evening, they would have it to themselves. When they arrived, she was greeted by flowers and chilled champagne. Their location was perfect and the box was like a large balcony overlooking their own personal stage. It was perfect!

The opera, the champagne, the flowers, it was all a most wonderful birthday celebration. She noticed and was touched by the fact that Austin seemed to be getting more joy from watching her happiness than any of the events of the evening. His love for her was obvious and she liked it more than the stares she had been getting.

Austin got up to get more champagne she thought, but when he came back, he put his hands on her shoulders and bent down to whisper in her ear again. Listen to me, dear. You have seen this opera now several times. I want you to close your eyes and listen to the music. Imagine yourself as the words and the music, as part of the story, but don't open your eyes. I know you would rather watch, but not this time. He kissed her neck again and, for a moment, she was back in her bedroom this afternoon and the memories excited her again and began to move her body.

She closed her eyes. The music was in a building mode. It was leaving melodic and heading for frenzied. As she listened, she could feel the tympani in her breasts when it boomed and the woodwinds seemed a breeze across her face. She felt his hands on the back of her calves and knew from where they were that he had to be facing her chair. He pulled on them and she slid forward, resting her head on the back of her chair. She kept her eyes closed. The music was building.

He laid his hands on her knees and again she noticed their warmth. His gentle touch has always made her feel alive, but here and now every nerve ached to feel him. His hands gently moved up her thighs, taking her dress with them and she could feel his warm breath on the inside of her leg. She didn't look, but she knew that she was exposed to him and she quivered ever so slightly. He kissed the inside of both legs as he spread them apart. He kissed her again just below her navel and the warmth of his lips felt wonderful. In succession, he kissed her lower and lower until his tongue played in her hair, parted her lips and ran circles around her clit.

Without thinking, she grabbed his head. The music climbed in volume and in fervor. He placed his lips around it and began to massage it with his tongue. 

She didn't know if she could stand it any longer. The music was wild, her senses were on fire, she was pulling his head in tighter to herself, the music exploded in cymbals, he buried his tongue in her and she exploded in pleasure and release.

There was clapping, an unbelievable amount clapping and she began to imagine them clapping for her and she found herself clapping and, much too soon it was over. It was quiet but for her breathing and the sound of people as they talked together of the opera on their way down the isles. She felt her dress being pulled back down to its proper place and heard Austin's deep, but soft voice call for her to open her eyes.

He sat opposite her and asked her what she thought about the latest production. She replied in all honesty, if still a bit dreamily, that it was the best she had ever attended!



Happy Birthday



Kim felt nervous lying on a strange bed in the room of a young man with posters of nubile bikini clad women covering the walls. She was 40 years old today and at 5'-7" and 170 pounds, she wasn't going to be on the cover of the Sports Illustrated Swim Suit edition, but Kim was fine with that. Her full hips and round ass were balanced by a relatively narrow waist and enormous 38E natural breasts, giving her a classic hour glass figure which she had always found men were attracted to. She wore a red silk and lace teddy that barely covered her huge tits and stopped just low enough to conceal her bald pussy. Her legs glistened in sheer tan pantyhose clinging to her luscious curves. She could see her silver toe nails sparkling behind the wispy nylon as they protruded through the opening of her clear 6" platform heels. Kim's left leg was bent with the ankle touching her right calf as she faced the bedroom door, waiting for her unsuspecting prey. Her waist length blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder and down her front like a silky waterfall as she lay propped up on her right elbow. Kim's hand glided over the glossy hose covering her hip and traveled down to her knee. She loved the velvety texture of her expensive nylons; she had always loved the feel of hose ever since she was a little girl and put on her first pair. 

Now all Kim needed was Danny; her neighbor and best friend's 19 year old son who has been the star of hundreds of her fantasies over the past few years. He had gone upstairs to shower while Kim was supposed to wait in the living room, but once she heard the water running, she crept into his room and changed into her sexy negligee. The anticipation of him opening his bedroom door and seeing her waiting to ravish him was making her pussy drool, soaking the cotton panel of her hose. 'If Janet knew how I've lusted after Danny and what I'm about to do, she'd probably kill me,' Kim thought. Fortunately Janet and the rest of Danny's friends and family were at the local Hooters waiting for her and Danny to arrive. Kim was tasked with brining Danny to his 'surprise party', but she had a special present for him on his 19th birthday she wanted to give him first. 

Her hand migrated between her legs to stroke her swollen clit as thoughts of Danny ran through her mind. When her fingers brushed across her sensitive love button she shuddered and a gasp escaped her lips. Her eyes closed as she fingered her oversized clit; three eights of an inch in diameter, it protruded over half an inch from its hood. Kim lightly flicked it with her middle finger until she was on the verge of orgasm, then she heard the door creak.

"Happy Birthday!" she shouted opening her eyes to a wonderful sight.

Danny stood in the doorway, stark naked and mouth agape, starring at the woman of his fantasies on his bed in nothing but lingerie and pantyhose.

Kim was awestruck by the muscular toned body on display in front of her. She didn't know why she had expected him to be dressed or at least partially covered by a towel. It was his house after all and he wasn't expecting her, or anyone else for that matter, to be in his room. As she studied his magnificent form, sculpted by years of swimming and baseball, Kim felt a wave of doubt wash over her. 'Why would a handsome young man like that want anything to do with an overweight forty year old woman?' she thought but then she saw his cock. It was long and hard and fully erect, pointing toward the ceiling. The purple head bounced with every beat of his heart and a sticky stream of pre cum was flowing from the tip. She looked into his brown eyes and saw that they were locked on her silky hose covered legs and knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Her legs made the unmistakable hiss of nylon on nylon as she moved them back and forth.

"Mrs. Carson...I...," Danny stammered.

"Oh Danny, I told you that you don't have to call me 'Mrs. Carson.' I haven't been married for years. Call me Kim," she said rising from the bed to stand before the stunned youth.

In her heels she stood eye to eye with the 6'-2" teen. Her hands touched his tight wash board abs then slowly moved up his body to his face. Without another word she pressed her full lips against his, kissing him softly. He was slow to respond as the shock of the whole encounter hadn't worn off yet. Kim's tongue snaked between his lips and she felt him kiss back. Danny's hands went to her ass so that he could feel her silky hose. A soft moan came from her as he pulled Kim closer; his hot steely cock pushed against her stomach.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned louder as she felt his cock throbbing with desire.

Kim stepped back from Danny breaking their lingering kiss.

"Now...do you like my outfit?" she asked looking into his warm brown eyes.

"Yes! Yes I do...very much!"

"Good...Why don't you sit down over here and let me take care of that problem of yours."

Kim led him to the bed and had him sit on the edge. She stepped out of her heels and knelt between his legs. Her right hand closed around the base of his stiff member and began to glide up and down the thick shaft. Danny was leaned back supporting himself with his arms so he could watch what Kim was going to do. He moved his feet out allowing him to run them along her hosed legs.

"I think I should relieve some of this pressure so we can make our fun last longer," she said hefting the weight of his golf ball sized testicals in their velvety sack with her free hand. 

When Kim's lips encircle the head of his cock, it was Danny's turn to moan.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"

Her mouth slowly engulfed his entire eight inch length right down to the base. Kim was one of those rare women blessed without a gag reflex so taking Danny's cock into her throat was no problem. She slowly bobbed up and down sucking and slurping as she went. When her lips came to his crown her right hand would stroke his cock then as she went back down she would release her grip. Danny was shaking uncontrollably at this point; his body was in sensory overload. When Kim's lips reached the base of his cock once more, she extended the middle finger of the hand fondling his balls and placed the tip at the entrance of his puckered asshole. Without warning Danny went stiff. Cum erupted from his spasming cock and Kim swallowed each spurt. The rhythmic contractions of her throat coaxed more of his seed from his balls. She took all he was giving her and when she felt him begin to relax, she finally came up for air.

"Mmmmmmm...you had a lot in there," she said still licking his cock like a melting ice cream cone.

"Oh my GOD that was incredible. You're the best...I've never had a blow job like that before!"

"That's very sweet of you to say, but I'm sure at least one of your girlfriends has given you a blow jobs in the past."

"They have but never like that and besides you're far sexier than any of them," he said still panting, "That was the best Birthday present ever!"

Kim stood up and pulled Danny to his feet. She kissed him then laid down on the bed spreading her hosed legs wide. She was propped up on her elbows smiling. The growing wet spot was clearly visible nearing her knees and she could see Danny noticed the bulge of her throbbing clit behind the silky covering of damp nylon.

"Oh that wasn't your present...you haven't unwrapped it yet!" she said running her fingers around her erect bud and over her dripping pussy.

Kim removed her hand from her wet sex long enough to beckon Danny to join her. He didn't hesitate at all and knelt between her thighs. She offered him her right leg which he took in his hands. For a moment he just admired her perfectly shaped size 6 foot; the dainty toes with sparkling silver polish, her high arch and how the tan nylon shimmered in the light. One hand moved to her ankle and the other slide up and down her leg to feel the luxurious softness of her nylons. He gently kissed each toe and ran his tongue between them after each kiss.

"Mmmmmmmm...that feels nice," Kim purred enjoying the pleasure he was giving her.

She placed her left foot under his balls and began to tickle them with her toes. She then moved it to his gradually recovering cock. She pressed her warm sole against the underside of his semi hard penis and carefully massaged up and down its length. After a few minutes she switched feet and let Danny worship her other foot. His hips started moving with Kim's loving manipulation of his manhood and she knew he would soon be ready to fuck her.

"It's time for you to kiss something else," she said pulling her foot from his grasp and spreading her legs wide. Kim ran a finger over her clit and moaned at her own touch. 

"Mmmmmmmm...I need your mouth right here," pointing to her drooling pussy.

Danny eagerly moved in and inhaled her womanly fragrance. The odor was intoxicating and he moved closer, lightly placing his tongue on the bump in her hose. Kim gasped at his touch as a charge of pure pleasure shot through her. Encouraged by her reaction, Danny kissed her clit two or three more times then sucked it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

"OH GOD!" she cried as her body shuddered violently. 

He continued to tease her sensitive bud causing even more of her juices to flow from her overheated pussy. He sucked the nectar from the cotton panel then went back to attacking her clit. Kim thrashed about in total ecstasy as she drew nearer to orgasm. She ground her pussy into his face trying to trip the switch of her release. Danny attempted to force his tongue into her but Kim's hose barred his way. She pushed his head away and drove her long manicured nails through the flimsy material and tore open the crotch of her hose. She then grabbed Danny by the ears and buried his face in her creamy folds.

"Oh YES! Lick me baby...Lick me! Make me cum...Make me cum!"

Danny's tongue went up and down her slippery cleft trying to soak up every drop of her pussy juice but when he stabbed it into her fiery hole, Kim went wild. She clamped her silky thighs around his head and bucked furiously. Her body quaked in orgasmic release while Danny continued to slurp her gushing fluids. He could feel his lungs burning from lack of oxygen but he couldn't free himself from her vice like grip. Kim's orgasm began to subside and she released Danny. He pulled back gasping for breath but quickly dove back between her legs for more.

"STOP...stop...I can't take anymore," she said pushing his head back from her hyper-sensitive pussy. 

Danny sat back on his heels watching Kim's chest rise and fall as she tried to catch her breath. She finally opened her eyes and saw him smiling down at her. Kim looked down at herself and realized she was a mess. Her hair was everywhere, her hose had ladders running down both legs and up to the waistband from the hole she had torn in them and her huge tits had managed to free themselves from her teddy. 

"I'm a wreck," Kim stated about her current appearance.

"You look beautiful to me."

"Ha...You're too kind," she replied looking back to him. 

When she saw his face covered in her sticky cum, Kim told him he needed to do some cleaning up. Danny wiped off his face on a section of sheet then leaned down to kiss her. She returned his passion, holding him close as their tongues dueled. He turned his attention to her mammoth breasts, alternately sucking the rock hard nipples into his mouth as he squeezed the soft flesh. Kim was moaning again with his enthusiastic oral attention. When she felt something warm and wet dripping on her belly she opened her eyes and looked down. Danny's cock was hard and pointing at her while long clear strings of pre cum leaked from the tip and pooled in her navel. She rocked her hips upward and wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles. Kim used her legs to pull Danny down and his cock became trapped between them.

"Looks like someone's ready to play," she said with a wicked smile.

He made short thrusts with his hips, causing his cock to rub against her wet hose and erect clit. Kim shuddered each time the head of his cock drug across her tingling bud. When Danny shifted his weight to reposition his stiff cock, she lifted her hips higher and his cock slipped right into her well lubed pussy.

"OH GOD!" she screamed squeezing Danny tighter to get every inch of his beautiful cock as deep as possible inside her tight pussy.

Danny didn't move. He was enjoying the feeling of her vaginal muscles contracting and relaxing on his thick member. Kim relaxed her legs and Danny thrust hard into her.

"Aaahh...YES! Fuck me...Do it! Fuck me hard...mmmmmmmm!"

So he did. Danny pounded her hard and fast making her cry out in unbridled ecstasy. He loved the feel of her silky hose sliding along his sides and her tight pussy pulling at his cock. Kim met his thrust with ones of her own until her pleasure peaked again and she lost all control from another earth shattering orgasm. The two of them bounced together so violently that they fell off Danny's bed in a laughing heap. They untangled themselves and Kim got back on the bed on her hands and knees. She wiggled her big round nylon encased ass in a seductive arch to entice Danny to fuck her from behind. He was on his feet in a flash standing behind her. Kim's luscious booty swayed back and forth in front of him. He gave her ass a playful smack eliciting a squeal from her. Danny put his hands on her hips and guided his cock back into her warm recesses.

"Ooooooooohhhhhh," they moaned in unison.

He pushed his thick pole in until his hips met Kim's plump silky ass. Danny held her tight pulling back on her hips to enjoy the tightness and heat of her clenching pussy. Kim felt so full, as if Danny's cock had grown thicker and longer than just minutes before. She squeezed and pulled at it with her talented muscles, trying to get even more inside her hungry hole. Danny suddenly pulled out then slowly pushed his meaty cock back in her. He repeated this several times and each time it took her breath away. The slow impalement on his hot poker was driving Kim crazy. She tried to thrust back into him but Danny controlled the action at this point. In frustration she swayed her hips side to side in an attempt to get more delicious friction. His cock was swiping over her g-spot and soon Kim would be in the throws of another orgasm. Both of them were panting, not from exertion but from anticipation. They were both about to explode. As Danny's hips met warm nylon coved flesh once more, he stopped and didn't move as if waiting for something. Kim clamped down as hard as she could on his throbbing cock. 

"Do it!" she whispered.

Danny's thrusts came at a frightening pace slamming into Kim's body with amazing force. She braced herself for each impact but she was being driving forward. Her massive breasts slapped against her arms and body and each other with an irregular tempo. Soon she found her face buried in the sheets screaming in pleasure as Danny rocked her to the core.

"Fuck me...YES...YES...OOOHHH...OOOHHH...Do it...pound my pussy!"

Danny's thrusts began to slow but increased in ferocity. The slap of wet flesh on flesh rang out in his room in ever increasing volume, punctuated by Kim's shrieks as she was consumed by one orgasm after another. She pushed herself back up and looked over her shoulder at her youthful lover.

"Cum for me baby...mmmmmmm...I want to feel you shooting your hot thick cum deep in my pussy...give it to me...mmmmmmm...I want to feel you cum...," Kim begged.

Her words of encouragement and tight clenching pussy had done their job. Danny lost control and slipped over the edge into orgasmic bliss. He unleashed a torrent of semen into Kim's inviting womb. The rush of fluid filling her pussy made her join Danny in orgasm. He pumped her full of his seed until it squirted out around his cock with each thrust, running down her thighs and dripping from his swaying ball sack. Kim finally collapsed forward on the bed in exhaustion. A flood of liquid gushed from her pussy and soaked the sheets. Danny joined her. The two lay together regaining their composure; arms and legs intertwined, softly kissing. When Danny finally looked at the clock on his night stand, he sat up straight.

"HOLY SHIT...We were supposed to be at Hooters ten minutes ago!"

Kim calmly took his hand as he was about to jump out of bed, "Don't worry, we're fine."

"You said we had to meet them at 5:30...It's almost a quarter to six!"

"Trust me sweety...we'll be fine," Kim's words seemed to be working.

Danny lay down once more and cuddled up to her. His hand found her velvety thigh and slowly began to glide over it when Kim's cell phone rang. She rolled from the bed and rummaged through her purse for her phone.

"Hello...Hi Janet...No nothings wrong, Danny just got home. He's going to take a shower then well be over when he's changed. OK...see you soon...bye bye," Kim smiled as she ended the call and tossed her phone back into her purse.

"How did you know Mom would call you?"

"One thing you're gonna have to learn when it comes to a woman like me. When I want something, I leave little to chance in the getting of that something. I've wanted you for a long time and I made sure to take full advantage of this situation. I volunteered to bring you to your 'surprise party' yet I told you about it. I called Janet...your mom when you got here and told her you left a message you were running late so that she wouldn't get concerned when we didn't show up on time which is supposed to be 6:00. So I figure that now she knows you'll have to shower and get changed, we'll have some more time together," Kim held out her hand to Danny, "I think we both need to shower...What do ya say?"

Danny got to his feet and pulled her close, pressing his lips to hers and stabbing his tongue into her mouth. His hands squeezed her ass and pulled her to him. Kim could feel his semi hard cock throbbing against her thigh and knew they had better get into the shower before it was fully erect, besides fucking him in the shower would be fun too! 'This is the best birthday present I've ever given myself,' Kim thought pulling away from Danny and with a wink she led him by the hand toward the bathroom. 



Happy Birthday



Officer Robert Davis walked to the office where another officer had told him his wife was waiting for him. He was glad for the break. He was still pissed off that he'd had to come in to work on his birthday when he would prefer to be at home with Kellie. 

He walked into the office and closed the door. Kellie stood up. She was wearing an orange jumpsuit, the standard issue for inmates of the jail, and a pair of handcuffs was locked around her wrists.

"Hi, Robert," she said, walking over to him. "I told your co-worker Kevin I wanted to surprise you for your birthday, so he lent me some...stuff."

Robert had already felt himself beginning to get hard.

"He said you'd be able to take us somewhere private," she continued. She lifted her arms up and around him and kissed him on the lips. She smiled. "So, what do you say Officer. Make my time in here easier."

Robert fell into character with her game quickly.

"Well, ma'am," he said. "I'm going to have to talk to your arresting officer. He should have cuffed your hands behind your back."

He removed the handcuffs from her wrists.

"Turn around," he instructed.

She obeyed.

"I promise I'm not a threat," she said innocently, feigning nervousness. "Is this really necessary?"

He locked the handcuffs back around her wrists behind her back and turned her back around.

"Yes, ma'am, it is."

"So, what happens now, Officer," she asked.

"Now you'll be taken to a cell," Robert said.

He led her out of the office and down hall and into a stairwell. He led her up the stairs and into a set of cells that were used for inmates' conjugal visits. They were private, and instead of bars, they were a completely enclosed room. Robert led Kellie into one and closed and locked the door behind him.

"This isn't exactly what I imagined a jail cell looking like," Kellie said. "A lot more private than I would have guessed."

"Well, I wanted some privacy with you," Robert replied. He turned her around to face him.

"What do you mean," she said. "I haven't done anything wrong."

"Then how did you end up in jail in the first place?"

Kellie hung her head, feigning shame.

"So why did you want privacy," she asked.

Robert lifted her head and brushed the blonde hair out of her face.

"Because," he said, "you look so incredibly sexy in that uniform and those handcuffs. I wanted to be alone with you in the hopes of getting you naked."

"Orange has always been my color," Kellie said seductively.

Robert turned her around again and removed the handcuffs. She turned back around and unbuckled his pants. They fell to the floor and she unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off of his bodies. She drew her hands down his muscular chest and slid her hands around the waistband of his briefs and pulled them off of him. She wrapped her hand around his erect cock and rubbed it.

He unbuttoned her jumpsuit and slid it off his body. It was a one-piece garment and he pulled it down, all the way to the floor. Underneath, she was wearing a red bra and a black thong.

"You were supposed to turn your under-garments in with the rest of your clothes, miss," Robert said.

She grabbed his dick again by the tip and gave several quick rubs.

"But I don't see any reason to get upset over it," he said. "That is as long as it comes off right now."

She smiled and reached around her back and unhooked the bra. It fell to the floor and her bare breasts were exposed. She slid the thong away from her waist and stood in front of him completely nude.

"I'm sorry about that little violation, Officer," she said. "But..."

"Call me Robert," he said.

"Only if you'll call me Kellie."

She picked up his handcuffs and laid herself down on the bed. The bed had a metal headboard with decorative design, so she locked one of the cuffs around her wrist, linked the chain around a portion of the headboard and locked the other cuff around her other wrist.

"Well, Robert," she said, smiling seductively. "I hope you're good with your hands because mine are a bit unavailable at the moment." 

She pulled her wrists, clanging the metal of the handcuffs against the metal of the headboard.

He wasted no time climbing onto the bed with her. He began enjoying every inch of her body and before Kellie knew it, she was feeling sexy on parts of her body she never knew could be made to feel that way. Soon enough, he was inside of her, his enormous cock sliding in and out of her wet, tight pussy.

Despite the knowledge that her hands were restrained securely above her, she tried to pull them forward, clanging the metal against metal again. Part of her wanted to grab him, pull him as tight against her body as she could as he thrust his pelvis against her. The rest of her loved the fact that he was doing everything, that she could lay there and moan in pleasure as she drew closer and closer to orgasm.

"Oh, yes" she moaned as she felt herself explode inside. "Please. Keep going. More."

Robert wasn't about to stop, anyway. Every part of Kellie looked sexy and he loved that she was willing to put herself in the position she was in. He wasn't going to take advantage of her or make her feel uncomfortable in any way, but he was going to do everything he could to make her feel as sexy as she was.

He kissed her lips passionately while his hands were positioned between them playing with her breasts. They slid down to her ass, squeezing its cheeks as he gave open-mouthed kisses to her neck while her head was thrown back in pleasure.

Out of sheer pleasure causing involuntary motion, the handcuffs clanked against the metal of the headboard repeatedly as she felt herself experience her second orgasm. Then, inside of her, she felt Robert release. Each of them, nearly simultaneously, let out huge sighs of satisfaction as their breathing steadied and leveled off.

Robert stood up and reached down to his pants. He picked up the key to the handcuffs and released Kellie's hands. She wrapped her arms around him as they lay on the bed together.

"You know what I think," she said.

He looked over at her and smiled.

"What's that?"

She whispered into his ear, "I think you should work on your birthday every year."



Happy Birthday!!



You walk into the apartment and all you see is the glow from one single candle. You come in and close the door and walk over to the dining room table and see a single chocolate cupcake with 1 red candle burning in it. A post it note beside the cupcake directs you to the bedroom where your present is waiting. You remove your jacket and throw it over a chair and with a smile on your face you knowing you have a delicious surprise awaiting you...

You step into the bedroom and I am lying on the bed wrapping up in a bid red ribbon. I have a smile on your face that lets you know what you are in for and you walk over to the bed and look me over with a huge grin on your face.

Happy Birthday Baby...aren't you going to unwrap your present?? I whisper softly.

You reach down and spread my legs and see that I have strategically placed the ribbon on both sides of my pussy like crotch less panties so my pink slit is visible. You reach down and with one finger begin stroking my wetness...I groan in approval and spread my legs even further apart. You kneel down between my ribbon clad thighs and spread my lips open with your thumbs and slide your hot tongue along the length of my pussy stopping at the opening and dipping your tongue into the wetness and dragging it up to my clit where you stop to suckle it for a few fabulous minutes. I am streaming now and you slip a finger inside me and fuck me gently with it until I am begging for your cock.

You stand up and tell me that it is your birthday and you want to take things as slow as possible to prolong the agony before we both get to cum.

You reach up to the bow that barely covers my breasts and gently tug on it, you uncover my breasts and lean down to take each nipple in your mouth slowly and deliberately. You circle the opposite breast with your finger until the nipple is rock hard and each flick of your tongue over it sends electric shocks directly to me already soaked pussy. I grab your hair and pull you closer, you trail kisses all the way up my neck until your face is inches from mine and you look into my eyes. You lean in and our lips touch softly at first and then you force my lips open with your tongue and kiss me deeply, taking my breathe away.

You reach down and stroke my pussy and remark how wet I am and how easily your cock will slide into me right now.

I reach down and unzip your pants and they drop to the ground you step out of them and remove your boxers, I grab your very hard cock in my hands, it is already moist with precum and I can see the desire in your eyes and I know how bad you want to fuck me.

I stand up and push you down onto the bed and crawl up beside you. I begin to kiss and bite your chest taking each nipples into my mouth much the way you had done to me and your cock gets even harder than it just was, it looks about ready to burst and looks so fucking delicious that I have to taste you right now! I crawl down to your waist and position myself between your legs and begin to lick just the head, I swirl my tongue around the head and gently tickle your balls and thighs. You close your eyes and moan and grab the back of my head and tangle your fingers in my hair. I take this as a cue to take you deeply into my mouth. I open my mouth wide and slide your cock to the back of my mouth with ease...as it reaches the back of my throat I gag a little and you smile knowing how much I love that. I begin to suck you with long deep wet sucks and you start to move your hips in time with my sucking.

I suddenly stop and stand up and you tug on the ribbon again and I twirl away from you as it unravels revealing my completely shaved body...I know how much you like to see my pussy completely shaved so I took special care to get it right for you.

You grab me and toss me onto the bed and spread my thighs wide and slip your cock deep into me. You lean down and slide your tongue into my mouth too. You start to move your hips and your tongue at the same time and I wrap my legs around your waist bringing you as deep as you can go and we fuck like our lives are depending on it.

You pull away and look at me...you lean down again and whisper in my ear that you are sooo ready to cum and where do I want it tonight. I whisper back that it's your birthday so tonight you get to decide.

You laugh and say well you know what that means...

I wink at you and say ok birthday boy give it to me...I reach down and start to rub my clit, each thrust of your cock slams my hands closer and closer to it and the sensation is so intense I will cum any minute...

That's it baby I say...fuck me harder, cum on give it to me...I'm your little slut and I need to be fucked so damn bad.

Ya baby I am almost there...just a few more pumps and I am gonna cum all over your fat cock!!

Yes...yes...oh baby here I cummmmm

FUCK!!!

You pull out and I sit up and the first shot hits my chin and drips down onto my tits...the second shot lands in my mouth and I slurp it up with pleasure and the last shot lands on my tits again...don't want any to go to waste so I reach down and scoop it up in my fingers and lick it off them relishing each drop.

You lie down beside me on the bed and you pull me close and I whisper in your ear that I don't know how I am going to top that next year...



Happy Birthday



Birthdays. Perfect opportunities for surprises. And if Laura really loved anything, it was surprises. A smile ever-so-slightly danced across her face as she pushed open the doors to the bar. She was imagining John's look of shock and surprise that she would hopefully see later tonight if all went as planned. He was a quiet, calm person by nature but if there was anyone who could procure a reaction from him it would be her.

Tugging him gently after her, she let the whole bar get a good look at her long thin legs that she believed to be her best assets. However her knee high boots, short, clinging skirt and tight top did an excellent job showing off the rest of the assets on her tall, thin frame. Small but pert chest, narrowing to a small waist, and an ass that been described as "ideal." She brushed her long blonde hair out of her sparkling eyes and cast him a mischievous smile before skittering away to the bar to order her boyfriend a drink.

John followed her with his eyes, and then walked after her at a decidedly calmer pace. His tall, sinewy frame ached to pull her to him and take her back to her apartment right then and there. But he knew she would not be content until she caused whatever trouble she was planning on causing. So he settled in with the drink she placed in his hand and wrapped the other arm gently around her waist.

People watching was their typical bar activity of choice, and there was ample opportunity tonight. Laura too was scanning the crowds of giggling girls and proud young men, but her eyes were scanning too quickly. She was shrewdly assessing one and then another, until her silence became disquieting to her boyfriend. He opened his mouth to comment upon her unusual behavior when she abruptly turned towards him and his words were lost as he looked into her eyes.

"I'll be right back. Stay here and drink some more," she said, somehow acquiring another drink and setting it next to his nearly empty one. For herself a shot of what smelled of Tequila arrived and quickly disappeared past her lips and down her throat. He simply shrugged at her retreating figure in response, and started on his next drink. However his eyes did not stray from those long legs, those curving hips, and that cascade of blonde hair.

She had intruded upon a group of about 6 girls, walking in as if she had known them for years. However her eyes were still intent on just one of them. She was not as tall as Laura, but the stranger's 3 inch heels put her eye to eye with her. Her hair and eyes were dark as chocolate, and she listened intently as the leggy blonde talked quietly to her. John could hear them offering introductions; names, complimenting clothing, and other light conversation before Laura steered the conversation in a new direction.

"I have a proposition for you, Charlotte" Laura said bluntly. She wasn't really much of a charmer or particularly charismatic, but her sense of humor and honestly often went just as far. She then leaned in closer to the dark brunette and whispered quietly. Her lips almost touched the Charlotte's ears and as a result John could hear no more. Something about buying drinks. Eyebrows were raised, but then an almost equally impish smile flirted across Charlotte's features as she nodded. Laura's instincts were good; they made quite the pair.

And so the duo took a few shots of something dark and then trotted onto the semi-filled dance floor. They started dancing next to one another, on one another, as drunken girlfriends often do. However soon there were four eyes beckoning John to come and dance. Two strong drinks were just enough to ensure he felt nothing but intrigue as he walked straight towards the two of them. A questioning look in Laura's direction was met with nothing but a naughty smile.

As the music started pumping there was suddenly hands and hips and legs everywhere. Laura was grinding her ass into his growing erection that had started the moment the girls had started to dance. Charlotte was behind him, running her hands down his back and sides as she sidled in close. Then the brunette was in front of him, straddling his leg grinding against him in her tight jeans and finding obvious pleasure in it. He was unsure where his hands could and should go with this unknown girl, and so he started running his hands slowly down her body. She responded accordingly and he could see the arousal in Laura at the same instant. Encouraged, his hands were free to roam on both girls' chests, hips, and thighs.

At some point the girls ended up facing each other and dancing close. Their long arms were draped around each other in a tangled mess. Then their soft sweet lips were touching, parting, and tasting again. Slow at first, as if both of them were slightly unsure. But as they began to learn one another, what began as a charade quickly progressed into something more sensual. Charlotte's hands cupped Laura's ass over her skirt. Laura slowly traced around Charlotte's nipples until they pressed out against the thin fabric of her top. Soft sighs and moans were just audible above the pounding of the music as the two curled inescapably closer.

John found himself standing there next to them with his erection straining against his jeans. However he certainly had no shame in it, for he was a mere duplicate of a large proportion of the males in that establishment. Sure girls got drunk at the bars and made out sometimes. But seldom were they this attractive, and even less often were they truly enjoying it. Finding both at the same time left some males unable to look away, to the annoyance of their female counterparts. 

If Laura had wanted to surprise her boyfriend on his birthday, she had certainly done just that. And the shocked yet obviously aroused expression on his face was just as she had hoped and more. Yet she was also surprised; she had not expected to have responded so readily to Charlotte's touch and be so able to return the favor. They pulled away eventually, with cheeks flushed and eyes glittering. The brunette gave the couple a long look before trotting back to the bar, at least 6 young men following after her.

John looked down at his girlfriend and proceeded to pull her against him as tightly as possible. "Laura," he said, and then stopped. He had that broad smile on his face that made her heart absolutely melt. The sort of smile she would do nearly anything to catch a glimpse of. His hands trailed gently down her sides, past her hips to the bottom hemline of her skirt. Ever so slowly he traced up her thigh and then felt the dampness of the bright pink thong she liked to wear when she was wanted to feel especially sexy. His groan of arousal perfectly matched her gasp of longing as he pushed the thin piece of fabric aside. 

"BODY SHOTS," a sharp female voice yelled across the dance floor. Then suddenly Charlotte appeared, looking a bit more drunk than before, and started dragging Laura away from John. His first instinct was to pull his girlfriend back towards him, pull her out the doors, and slam into her behind the next available bush. However he did not react quickly enough and instead was left following her as the blonde was led back over to the bar.

There were plenty of hands to help her up on to the bar. Perhaps too many hands landing not always in the most appropriate of places, but one way or another Laura found herself on her back on the bar. Her elbows were propping her up as she stared at the smiling brunette kneeling between her legs. Charlotte put her hands on Laura's waist and slowly pulled up her top to sit right underneath her chest. A belly button ring with a coiled up snake was revealed to the entire bar; all of the male patrons were once again staring in their direction. 

It was obvious that this ritual was familiar to Charlotte, but to Laura it was a new experience. Therefore, when Charlotte bent her head down and licked just above Laura's waistline she let out a small involuntary moan. Perhaps to keep her quiet, a lime slice was placed in her mouth by the bartender and salt was sprinkled where Charlotte's tongue had just been. Tequila was then poured slowly down Laura's slim stomach as Charlotte quickly and efficiently licked and sucked until every bit had disappeared. The dark eyed girl then crawled forward, letting her thin body sink down on to Laura's. The lime that had been resting in Laura's mouth was bit into by Charlotte and the juice ran into both of their mouths. Promptly they were both helped down off the bar and assaulted by more than a few pairs of hungry eyes.

She didn't see anyone but her boyfriend however, as they locked eyes for a short moment that felt like forever. Over time they had gotten incredibly good at silently reading one another, and the message was quite clear. He wanted her. He needed her; to be near her, to be in her. Meanwhile a combination of incredible longing and alcohol left Laura in a near frantic state of desire. The 5 steps between them had a gravitational pull that left her nearly breathless as she started to bridge the span.

"Laura told me that I should give you this," Charlotte appeared abruptly between the pair with a drunken grin. The blonde was glued to the spot, and John was forced to move his eyes to the girl now right in front of him. Although she was no means a short girl, she too was dwarfed by his tall frame and came up to somewhere around his chin. He was expecting another drink, or a shot, but instead her hand came up behind his head and pulled him down to meet her lips. Whatever he was expecting, it hadn't been that and he froze for a split second before the brunette deftly slid a mint from her mouth into his. His lips then softened and they drunkenly explored each other's mouths for more than a few moments.

Laura had been expecting that particular event; she had bargained for it at the beginning of the night. However she had not been expecting the kick to her stomach she felt as she saw John kissing another girl. All of her breath left her as she stared wide-eyed and wondered just what she had done. One of the young men who had been enjoying the previous female/female spectacles started to say something in an effort to hit on her, but about 3 words in she told him to fuck himself. Her eyes didn't so much as glance his way as he slunk off in some other direction.

Once the initial shock wore off, she was filled with a whole different set of sensations. She was definitely turned on by watching the pair, however it was more than that. There was an overwhelming feeling of possessiveness flowing through her blood. He belonged to her, more than anyone else ever had. The urge to prove to him and herself that he was hers had her pushing through the crowd right as the pair pulled away. 

"I'm taking him home now," she said, taking his hand. "Thanks so much Charlotte, it was nice to meet you." Laura then pulled the girl close with her unoccupied hand and they shared a long deep kiss that got all three of their hearts racing. The second she was done, the girl was pulling and dragging her boyfriend out of the bar and towards her apartment. He was slow at first, still being in a bit of a daze. His girlfriend had just managed to create the type of scenario most men only dream of without even batting an eyelash.

"Are you okay?" he ventured after he had regained his bearings. He was having a hard time reading her. 

"Oh I'm doing just fine," she nearly purred. "I'm just trying to get you home so I can fuck your brains out." She was hardly ever his frank, and as a result John ended up letting his hands run nearly everywhere on her tall thin body as they continued to walk. As they passed a brick wall, he suddenly felt himself pressed up against it by his girlfriend with more force than was expected.

"You are mine," she said, putting her hand on his cock over his jeans. She squeezed it gently and then rubbed up and down slowly. "And I have to make sure you don't ever forget it." She then squeezed forcefully enough to cause John to sharply inhale, and kept on walking. He followed after a bit behind just to watch her walk. His girlfriend tended to enjoy playing the submissive role, and this new dominant, slightly aggressive girl was driving him crazy.

The moment they entered the hallway of her apartment complex they were enmeshed as they tried to taste as much of one another as possible. 2 flights of stairs were a wild struggle as she pulled his shirt off and opened the door. Soon enough she was unbuttoning his jeans, and pulling down his boxers to his knees. It was one push and a few backwards steps that landed him in the easy chair of her living room. With her boots still on she took a moment to slowly, teasingly slide her soaking thong out beneath her dress and over her knee high boots.

Her eyes were focused on his long, thick cock that was already throbbing with desire as he stared hungrily his girlfriend. She took her time pulling her top up over her head with an excess of wriggling about, followed by unhooking her bra. As her nipples hit the open air they instantly perked up, assisted by Laura as her hands went up to fondle her own breasts. John moaned and his member reached ever more towards his girlfriend as she let her skirt drop to the floor.

Suddenly she was straddling him, and he could feel her moist lips resting in his lap. A moment of movement and then just the very tip of his cock was poised to plunge into her. Her hands were gripping the back of the chair on either side of his head, and then she swiftly thrust her hips towards his. They both gasped audibly, but Laura quickly started thrusting back and forth. With her arms acting as leverage, she was able to bury his member deep inside of her. With her G-spot being stimulated, and her clit grinding against his pelvic bone, Laura soon found herself in the waves of an oncoming orgasm. Her thrusting became more erratic, and she found herself bucking against him in a desperate chase after her climax. 

She could hear John's breath getting deeper, and she felt herself reaching her peak. As her vagina clenched and pulsed around him she reached down with one hand to pinch his nipple. The combination pushed him over the edge. He reached up and squeezed her ass and then thrust his hips to plunge into her forcefully a few times before coming inside of her. As he came down from his high he pulled her close and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

"This is by far the best birthday I have ever had," he whispered quietly into her ear.



Happy Birthday



It was my 22nd Birthday and I was anxious to get off work and get back home to my apartment. My fuck buddy, Paula was my neighbor and a slut. She was as naughty and nasty as I am so I knew she had something good in store for me for the big double deuce! I sat at my desk thinking what she was going to surprise me with besides making me a home cooked meal, cake and her pussy. As I pondered on the drive home, I didn't have a clue what was in store for me, but when it was all over, this was a very memorable 22nd birthday!

I parked my car in front of my apartment and sat in my car for a few moments watching for activity behind my curtains. Nothing, it was dark inside so I figured that as soon as I walked in, the lights would go on and everyone Paula invited would jump out and surprise me with birthday wishes etc. I got out of my car and headed to my apartment door. Just as I was about to turn the lock, the door opened in a flash and I was grabbed by a few pair of hands and lifted into my darkened apartment.

In a flash my arms were behind me and handcuffed, my eyes blindfolded. I felt my shirt being ripped and buttons popping off. I struggled a bit but there were too many hands on me that every move I made was quickly stopped. I heard the familiar sound of scissors cutting at my pants, hands grabbing my feet and pulling off both shoes and socks, the only piece of clothing that they didn't shred from my body was my boxer briefs. I could hear muffled voices and my clothes being thrown on the floor somewhere behind me. 

"On your knees bitch!" the voice was a sexy hiss that sounded like my gay neighbor Steve. 

Obviously I didn't move fast enough as two knees simultaneously rammed into the back of mine and I was soon kneeling on the floor. No sooner did my knees hit the floor my ankles were bound with something soft and velvety, probably a silk tie or scarf. Not a sound emanated from within my apartment and I strained to hear what was about to happen next but my thoughts were quickly cut off by the feel of something cold and dry being wrapped around my throat. I heard a snap knowing that whatever was being placed around my neck was now secured. I heard what sounded like a chain and then something clicked onto my neckwear.

"All good bitches wear a collar!" I swear that it was my neighbor Steve.

I heard what sounded like Steve's voice whisper something inaudible to someone else in the room, and then everyone in unison started singing. As they sang me the traditional happy birthday song, I noticed it was all male voices singing. I shuddered as if someone had poured an ice cold bucket of water over me. When the singing was done everyone cheered mixed in with some whistling and clapping.

"Quiet down, quiet down!" it was Paula, finally a familiar voice. "I first wanna thank everyone for coming...well, soon enough!" A roar of laughter filled the room at Paula's last remark but she continued, "Some of you have cum here before," this time there was enthusiastic cheering, "and for the rest of you...raise your hand if you haven't cum here before."

I waited in eager anticipation, my cock was getting hard.

"Wow! That is a lot of new guys here!" Paula exclaimed. "No need to worry, our man slut of the hour just loves strangers! Shit, some of you may have already met him before and didn't even know it!" obviously she was referring to the adult bookstore I like to frequent and slip into the arcade booths for some gloryhole action!

The crowd was now cheering even louder and more excited than before. My cock was getting harder and I could feel myself start to tremble in anticipation of what was about to transpire. I could hear the shuffling of feet coming towards me and knew I was surrounded completely by my guests. I knew they were close, I could feel their body heat and my body started to bead with sweat. I felt Paula's enormous melons press against my back as her arms reached around me, she clamped her thumbs and forefingers on my nipple loops and pulled. The sweet pain shot like an arrow through my nipples all the way down to my hardening cock. My underwear was now wet with pre-semen!

"Now that we sang happy birthday to you, it's time for you to blow out your candles!" Before she stepped away, Paula gave my nipple rings a firm tug that made me moan out. 

Immediately there were hands grabbing and pulling at my nipple rings, other hands were fondling my back and hair and then a hard cock was being stuffed into my mouth. I gobbled it quickly and started bobbing up and down on it. Another hard cock was next to the first one and was forcing its way into my mouth also. I desperately wanted to reach and grab both and fuck my mouth at the same time with them, but my hands were cuffed behind my back.

There were so many cocks around me and I could feel that each wanted a turn in my mouth! My head was being pulled to the left, the center and then right and back again. Cock after cock filled my mouth. At one point someone grabbed my hair and pulled my head backwards and my mouth was filled with even more cock! Every size was available to me, some thick, some thin, long and short and I willingly sucked them all.

I tried calling Paula to see if my hands were able to be freed, but to no avail. No sooner did I open my mouth to call her another stiff dick was being shoved into my mouth. Moans and groans filled my apartment and most of them were from me! My face was being slapped by hard cock, dirty, filthy comments were spewing from everyone fucking my face and I loved it.

A short cock was fucking my mouth when Steve commanded in his best "straight" voice, "Move! This is how you fuck a dirty whore's mouth!" he grabbed my ears and shoved all eight thick inches into my mouth and down my throat! He bucked hard against my face and I thought he was going to break my nose.

"Whoa!" the guests cheered in unison. Other comments were, "Fuck that slut!" and "Oh shit!" and even still, "Skull-fuck that whore Steve!"

As Steve continued his assault in my mouth I could feel the silk scarf untied and the cuffs on my wrists unlock. I reached around and cupped Steve's firm ass with one cuff still dangling on my wrist. He long dicked my mouth, pulling his cock almost completely out before slamming all of it back in. The slow pace and quick velocity was a deliciously torturous sensation, I love having my mouth fucked that way by a big dick. Steve pulled out and disappeared.

I felt the dog collar being pulled so I crawled on all fours and then was commanded to stop and remain in that position by Paula. I knew I was by my sofa as two strong hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down onto his hard cock. I started bobbing and deep throating the meat stick in my mouth. As usual when I am deep throating a cock, I slide my tongue out and lap at the balls, these were nice and hairy. As I had his cock buried deep in my throat, I reached out with both hands and grabbed onto a pair of cocks. I was sucking and jerking like a wanton whore.

A few pairs of hands were pulling down my underwear and someone spit on my butthole, I squirmed in expectation. Then I felt a thick, bulbous head poking at my backdoor followed by warm spit. The owner of thick cockhead slowly slid it in my anus and I arched up. He buried it deep in my ass until his hairy balls were touching my own clean shaven balls. Then he started fucking me like a whore, I resumed gobbling cock after cock. 

Guys were taking turns butt fucking me and after the third stud, I realized none of them had filled my ass with cum. When the fourth guy took his spot behind me, I felt the cool sensation of K-Y Jelly being squirted in my butt and then his hard cock. This cock was nice and thick and definitely filled my ass. At first I thought it was Steve's big dick in my ass, but I could hear him off to my right laughing and chatting it up with some of the guys I had sucked on.

This stud behind me knew how to fuck. With his giant cock in me, he held my hips firm as he fucked me, burying it slowly but deeply. When he let go of my hips, I shoved hard and fast against him. He groaned in delight as my ass swallowed and rode every thick inch of his dick. I started sucking and jerking cock again. 

Just when I thought that the cock in my mouth was about to explode, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me off! He groaned and I knew he was cumming but not in my mouth. I was aching for cum and it dawned on me that none of the gorgeous cocks I gobbled on had cum. It sounded like he was jerking off and yet my face wasn't decorated by hot, thick globs of cum!

The stud behind me grabbed my hips and started fucking me hard and I could feel his balls pounding against my own.

"Oh fuck I'm cumming!" he moaned.

Finally a hot thick load in my ass although I'd prefer it in my mouth. I was wrong again. As I was pushing hard to meet his powerful thrusts, he too pulled out and did not cum in nor on my ass! I turned, still blindfolded and begged, "please let me do ass to mouth on you!"

My cries were unheard and I started to reach up to my blindfold but my hands were grabbed and quickly re-cuffed. Now on my knees again, I sucked the last remaining cocks. When they were ready to cum, they too did not shower me with sperm. I was on my aching knees, sweat covered my body, my ass was thoroughly and freshly fucked and I was almost satisfied.

"How about a round of applause for our sexy and naughty lil' whore?" Once again it was Paula's voice that brought cheers, claps and whistles from my party guests. I felt my hands set free from the cuffs, my blindfold removed and I was helped up to my feet. Paula hugged me and kissed me sweetly.

I whispered in her ear, "This was the best birthday surprise ever!" then I kissed her deeply and held her tight for a second longer before she pulled away with her arm still around me. Steve took over the MC duties.

"Now that you've blown all your birthday candles and fucked some too," laughter filled the room with a few hand claps. "Now you get to eat your cake."

Paula grabbed my hand and led me to the sofa. She motioned for me to stay standing as she sat on the sofa. She spread her legs open. "Hey you sexy, cock gobbling slut!" Paula cooed from the sofa, her legs were held apart by a guy on each side and her shaved pussy was gaping. "Come get some birthday cake or shall I say pie?"

I quickly kneeled down in front of her and was about to eat her when Steve stopped me before the first lick.

"Gentlemen if you will," Steve turned and was handed a large ice cream bowl on a stem, which resembled an over-sized martini glass. It was nearly filled to the brim with cum, I clutched my meat and a small moan escaped my mouth. Steve looked at me with an insidious grin. "Wouldn't you like some frosting on your cake?"

"Oh yes please Steve!" I moaned out like a begging bitch. 

Paula slouched down on the sofa with her legs still open. Steve stood directly over her and started pouring the contents of the glass into her pussy! When her pussy was filled and started oozing out I was ready to devour her senseless but Steve's hand admonished me by grabbing my hair.

The two studs holding her legs open loosened their grip and Paula squeezed her legs shut. Four guys lifted her up off the sofa and Steve directed me to get on the sofa and lie down on my back. Paula was set on the floor and then she quickly straddled me in a sixty-nine position. 

Cum was already oozing out of her pussy and dripping onto my face as she was still getting into position. I opened my mouth and savored the thick goo of cum flooding out of her pussy. My face was nicely decorated with cum and I lapped and swallowed as much of it as it continued to flow endlessly from her pussy. I sucked her clit and she pushed out more hot male jizz into my eager and waiting mouth.

I was so preoccupied with sucking cum out of Paula's pussy that I hadn't realized she was sucking me off! I watched as a few hands grab Paula's round ass and part it so Steve could pour more beautiful cum over it. Lovely, thick cum flowed from the glass and in between Paula's ass crack, over her dark, hairy butthole, onto her thick lips and into my mouth. This was a truly a wonderful birthday surprise to remember!



Happy Birthday



For my birthday Master gave me instructions to buy two giant muffins and birthday candles. There's nothing quite like having to purchase something so innocuous and suspecting Master has planned something different than just blowing out the candles and eating the muffins. I walked through the store, carefully selecting the birthday candles with the nicest colors. A man in the store glanced at me as I picked out the candles and I burned bright red. There is no way he could know, I reassured myself. 

I selected a blueberry and a chocolate chip muffin and an assortment of brightly colored candles.

When I got home with the birthday candles and muffins, we lit the candles and Master made me sing happy birthday to myself. I sat there nakedly and watched the candles burning as I nervously sang. Master had never used hot wax on me and I was trying to decide how it would feel. I found out soon enough.

"Lay down baby," he said to me when I was done singing. I love it when he calls me baby. I laid down as he selected a candle. "This is because I love you," he said to me gently.

He held the tiny birthday candle over the top of my breast. I nervously ran my tongue over my lips. He tipped the candle and let the wax drip onto me in tiny red drops. The first drop hit the side of my breast. I yelped involuntarily. "Good girl," he said encouragingly. The candle was small which meant the drops came every 2 to 3 seconds. I closed my eyes, trying to make it easier. The wax droplets hit my breast and each drop felt like a tiny drop of fire. I whimpered with each drop. My breast became splattered with little blood red droplets.

Then he angled the candle so the next wax drop hit the very tip of my nipple. I yelped again. It hurt so much. I ran the tip of my tongue over my top lip again. "good girl." I smiled despite the pain. I so love hearing him say good girl.

He stood me up and attached weights to my nipples. Homemade weights. In this case tiny little cups filled with whiteboard markers and tied to firm clothespins were remarkably effective.

I stood there, naked and wet, my breast smattered with wax droplets, my nipples stretched out painfully. "You may touch yourself," he said. My pussy was dripping.

"Thank you Master," I said. I rubbed my fingers quickly over my wet clit. It throbbed and peeked out of its little hood. Soon I was asking for permission to cum. "No princess. not yet. stop."

I stopped regretfully, my pussy throbbing. When he said no, my tummy did a little flop. "yes Sir."

He relit the candles and held them over my weighted down boobs. "Stand up straight," he chided me.

I shoved my boobs out as far as I could and straightened my back. Then he dripped the wax on my boobs again. Wax droplets rolled down between my boobs and I tried not to cry out and to keep my back straight. Suddenly each drop felt wonderful. I felt light and happy and out of breath.

"touch yourself," he commanded. I complied automatically, rubbing my pussy greedily, my hips moving up and down. I was breathing hard and sweating. "May I cum Master?"

"no."

I writhed in both pain and ecstasy. My mind seemed to float above me, watching Master's adored pet get splattered with wax. Master held the candle at an angle and wax dripped down between my boobs, painting a line of red.

"keep rubbing princess," Master tells me kindly. I rubbed, still feeling the residual warmth of the wax between my boobs. My pussy throbbed, yearning.

I groaned. "Please Master I really need to cum."

no.

He dripped more wax on me. The pain brought me closer as I staggered right on the edge. I stopped rubbing because I didn't think I could stop myself from cumming.

"Did I tell you to stop?"

"No Sir." I rubbed again. My pussy was throbbing, desperate to cum.

"May I PLEASE cum Master? Please?!" I didn't think I could bear it another second.

"Yes princess. Cum hard for me." 

I came hard for my Master. My whole body jerked as the familiar wave of heat washed over me. When I was done cumming, Master laid me on the bed. I closed my eyes, my body exhausted and my mind cloaked with a beautiful bliss. "Happy birthday princess." He said to me as he kissed me on the lips.

Who knew life could be so wonderful?



Happy Birthday



"Its been a very stressfull week," my co-worker said as he sat down down next to me. He had been working with me for 2 years now & we had become good friends.

"Yeah well, its been that kind of a week. Been working my ass off for the past 10 days so I could get off today but..." I shook my head & continued working on my computer.

"You know its really sad that you're working here on the computer on your birthday, while you should have been spending the entire day with your friends partying or with your hot girlfriend in particular."

"You're right. That was the plan but I got stuck with this important client. You know how it is. All this important bullshit! Haha I would have been fucking her right now in that new big bed that I bought last week with the increased paycheck but instead I'm working & chatting with you."

"Hahaha. Hey! its not that bad, you know."

"Yeah? Like it could get any worse than this. She would be really pissed at me for this you know." I said finishing my work & sending the file to my boss.

"That was quick. You sent the e-mail?" he asked standing up.

"Yes I did," & I stood up grabbed my jacket & went with him towards the lift.

The drive home was long as I was driving slow trying to think up of excuses for not spending the entire day, infact I didn't even spent the evening with her instead I went to the bar with my friends giving them my birthday treat. I stopped in the building's parking & got out & headed for the entrance.

I was standing outside my apartment door & I looked at my watch. 10:07 that's not good. I better come up with some solid excuse for being late & not spending the evening with her. I opened my door & went in slowly.

The apartment was dark & there was a nice fragrance which relaxed me a bit. I removd my jacket & walked towards the bedroom. I saw a few rose petals on the floor and when I opened the bedroom door a current ran from my eyes to my groin & I instantly licked my lips. I walked in to see candles lit everywhere, there were rose petals on the floor & on the bed lying on the red sheet was my girlfriend. She was wearing a sexy black transparent lingerie which I had never seen before.

She got up a little & opened her legs to show me her smooth legs glistening in the candle light. My gaze went from her legs to her skimpy black panty, then to her trim stomach then to her black bra covered breasts. I watched her pretty face, her lips were painted red & there was a slight smile on her face.

"Happy Birthday baby!" she said in a very sexy voice which got my dick hard. "You're late. But since its your birthday, I won't mind." she said the last words in almost a whisper.

"Why don't you remove your work attire & come here," she patted the bed and I unbuttoned my shirt & trouser and was out of my clothes in less than a minute. I was naked now with my dick standing tall & I made my way towards the bed.

"Lie down on your stomach." she said and I obliged. She got up & straddled my hips & sat on my ass. Then she slid down to my thighs and started caressing my lower back with her hands. Her touch was light but sensuous. Then she stopped and I felt some liquid hitting my back which soon was followed by her hands rubbing that oil all over my back. She gave me a great massage.

"Just relax baby," she said as she worked her magic on my tense muscles. She rubbed my collar bone & shoulders nicely and then she got up & sat beside me, "turn around baby."

I turned and was on my back now as she placed her hand on my chest & started caressing me softly. I closed my eyes and felt the sensations arousing me deeply. She slowly moved her hand from my chest to my stomach and then slowly down towards my crotch. She grabbed my dick & started stroking it slowly. I opened my eyes to see her watching my dick with hungry eyes & stroking it.

She moved & sat between my legs, then she placed her hand on my thigh rubbing it & stroking my dick with the other. She leaned in and licked the tip of my cock with her tongue. Her tongue sent shivers up my spine & I wanted more, a lot more. She then gave my cock a few more slow licks, covering the top with her saliva. Then she opened her mouth and took my cockhead in her mouth & closed her lips around it.

Watching her red lips covering my hard brown cock was hot! She moved her lips down taking half in her mouth, then moved her lips up till just the cockhead was inside. She kept repeating this very slowly covering my cock in her saliva.

I was feeling the warmth of her mouth & the underside of my cock was sliding on her tongue, giving me more pleasure. She increased her pace a little as her hand started caressing my balls. I was looking down at this beauty sucking my cock, her eyes watching me & her hands working on my cock & balls. A few more licks & I came in her hot mouth. She kept on sucking my dick and gulped everything down, without spilling it.

She released my cock & showed me her empty mouth. She smiled seductively & said "Happy Birthday Baby!" & took my cock back inside her mouth. A few more slow licks and licking of my balls got me hard.

She got up on all fours & with her hand started removing her black panty showing me her round juicy ass. She took it off her feet one by one. Then she came on top of me straddling me with her legs on each side of me & slowly inserted my cock in her hot pussy. My hands were caressing her thighs as she took my entire cock and sat on top of me with her eyes closed & her lip in between her teeth. She placed her hands on my chest and bent down to kiss me.

My lips smacked with hers & we started kissing passionately. Her tongue was in my mouth and I started sucking on it as she started to move her hips up & then down very slowly letting me feel her pussy wrapped around my dick. I grabbed her ass & started moving her up & down on my cock at a steady pace as she was now sucking my tongue. Her hands were caressing my chest as she rode my dick.

She got up a little & started moaning "hhhmmm... Unh! unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!.." noise was coming from her lips on every thrust and I was enjoying the warmth of her wet pussy but now I wanted to really just pound her pussy so I removed her from my cock. She understood what I wanted and got on her hands & knees as I placed myself behind her & my dick at her entrance. I pushed & my dick went inside her warmth. I grabbed onto her slim waist & started moving my cock inside her while pulling her hips towards me at the same time. Her asscheeks were rippling with every hard thrust & the contact of my body with hers.

She shook her head as I pounded into her wet pussy hard with my cock. Sweat trickled from the tip of my nose & fell on her rippling ass "Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!" were the noises coming along with "Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" as my groin smacked against her juicy ass. Her back was shining with a light sheen of sweat and I was rubbing it with my hand feeling the soft wet skin was adding to my arousal level. Then I just held her waist tightly and a few more hard thrusts & I felt myself shooting my cum inside her filling her hot pussy with my cum. I rubbed her sweat slicked back & asscheeks then just laid down on my back.

She came on top of me and placed her head on my chest and asked "Did you like the present?"

"Yes, I sure did baby. I sure did."

"Hmmm that's what I wanted," she said circling her finger around my nipple.

"I don't know about you but I definitely needed that."

"There's more baby," she looked up at me and continued, "We're going to goa for a week & your boss approved your leave."

That was something I wasn't expecting but who was I to complain so I just leaned down & kissed her, "thanks, you're the best."

"Happy Birthday Baby!" she said kissing me again.



Happy Birthday



"Happy birthday, Jessica," I announced while handing her a modest pile of brightly-wrapped presents. They included some CDs and other items she had wanted. As she opened the last package, I happily told her, "I suppose you're old enough now for that outfit. I hope you like it."

The box contained a red, rubber outfit that will look oh, so hot on her. The miniskirt was tight at the waist and zipped all the way up. The top was a matching, open-backed vest which will preclude her from wearing a bra with it. A pair of shiny, red platform mules completed the ensemble. As kinky as it was, to the uninitiated, it was just as easily night club gear as scene wear.

She pulled her head back and furrowed her brow. "Ah, thanks, Mom."

Knowing the importance of positive reinforcement, I made sure to be smiling happily when I replied, "Oh, my baby's all grown up."

"What's this for?" Jessica asked, pulling out the Black Magic Tire Wet.

"That's to make the rubber nice and shiny. You can't use oils because they destroy the rubber. Just rub that on with a cloth and it will look great. I hope you like it."

"Don't make any plans for Friday night; we're going out to celebrate."

"Where're we going?"

"I'm not sure yet," I lied with an innocent, happy expression. "Our first mother-daughter night now that you're all grown up. Enjoy your CDs; I have to get back to business."

Friday night came and I encouraged Jessica to wear her new outfit. "Mom, it doesn't fit!" she called out. I came into her room to find her trying to fit the zipper together on the skirt.

"Yes it does, Jess. It's supposed to be tight. It would probably have been easier for her to put it on without panties, but one step at a time. Here, let me help. Suck in your gut. I pulled the skirt tight around her waist and zipped it part way. In good light, you can tell it was probably designed for the zipper to be in the back, but it looks so cute on the side as a thigh slit. "You can do it yourself if you zip it in front part way, and then work it over to the side. Now, how does that feel."

"Ok, I guess. It's supposed to be tight?"

"It's like a second skin. It feels extra special without the panties, too; just skin to second skin."

"Ah, no thanks."

"Do what you want," I replied without any note of disappointment. I mustn't let her feel pressured. "You want help with the top?"

"Yah, probably," she replied.

Picking up the vest, I instructed, "put your arms back." I slipped the vest on her and came around to snap it up. Her big, ripe breasts were squeezed up into beautiful young cleavage. "Now, let's shine you up," I continued, picking up the spray bottle and a rag. I sprayed her new outfit and rubbed it all over, bringing out a high shine and innocently copping several feels along the way. "OK, perfect," I smiled. "You do your makeup and nails and I'll get dressed."

I am SO glad I kept up a strict diet for the past few months. My legs, ass, and tummy haven't looked this good in years and I want to show them off. To complement Jessica's outfit without overdoing it, I bought a simple, black, rubber dress for myself. It was just a rubber version of a standard, little black dress ("LBD") and I played with the concept by wearing a string of pearls and glossy, black pumps with it. Of course, I knew better than to wear anything under the dress, so no panty lines ruined the sleek black shape that tightly encased my recently improved figure. I looked like a version of Audry Hepburn in kinky rubber.

"You ready, Jess?" I called out. "Rub some of the Black Magic on my dress for me." Jessica rubbed the solution all over my dress and I was careful not to let her know just how hot her touch was.

I called a cab and had Jessica run out to it while I locked up. The reason was just a rouse so she would already be in the cab and not back out when she saw me carrying a modest toy bag. "What's that for?" she asked worriedly.

"I'm loaning this to a friend and we're going to drop it off," I explained. Upon our arrival, Jessica asked if she should wait in the cab. "No, Jessica, I waved her out. Come on, I want you to meet a couple of friends of mine. We'll be here for just a little while and get another cab afterward."

"What is this place?" she asked at the door.

Again, I was careful to be very cheerful and encouraging so as not to frighten her. "It's like John's place but without alcohol -- sort of a clubhouse. I want you to see that it's no big deal and that my friends aren't a bunch of weirdoes.

"Uh, I don't think so."

"Jessica, I want you to be exposed to this and dispel the mystery. After this, if you don't want to know any more, that's up to you, but you need to see that it isn't some mysterious sleazy crowd. If you want, nobody has to know who you are. We'll use your middle name and you can call me 'Julie'. Ok?"

Gary let us in and Jessica started to notice the great scene wear displayed for sale. She seemed dubious but didn't try to leave. "Gary, I want you to meet Faye," I smiled. "Faye, this is Gary."

"Ah, hi," she offered hesitantly.

"Come on, let's go inside," I instructed while nudging her ahead.

Jessica walked cautiously in front of me through the outer room, her mules slapping her soles sexily with each step. Her eyes darted all around, taking in the strange, new sights. Stepping into the dungeon, however, she was taken aback and started to retreat. Laughing happily, I reassured her, "Come on, 'Faye'. It's fine."

We went to the bar and I ordered us a couple of drinks. Several of my friends came over soon to meet my 'date'. I introduced Faye and explained that she is a friend who doesn't know much about the scene. Everyone was friendly and complemented her on her outfit. I could see Jessica was becoming a little more comfortable.

Not long after we arrived, Dave showed up. Jessica had met him a few times and was somewhat surprised and embarrassed to be seen by him. I preempted the situation by announcing to him, "Dave, I want you to meet my friend, Faye."

"Hi, Faye," he said, holding out his hand to shake hers. He immediately understood that Jessica wanted to retain some anonymity and readily played along. "It's nice to meet you," Dave said and excused himself.

His playing along and quick departure helped a great deal to calm down Jessica, who I noticed was repeatedly glancing at a scene in the corner, hoping not to be noticed. Her glances grew longer and more frequent, until she was practically staring non-stop at Cindy punishing her husband, Larry. As their scene came to a close, I saw my cue to take Jessica on a tour of the dungeon. She was becoming much more relaxed and started asking questions.

"So, ah ... 'Julie' ... are you like the one who gets tied up or the one who like ties the other one up?"

"It depends. Sometimes, with some people, I'm submissive. Other times, I'm dominant." I replied in a friendly, yet matter-of-fact tone.

"What's this for?"

"It's a horse. The submissive puts their knees in these boxes and their elbows in these ones. These straps hold them down and their butt's in the air back here."

"Oh. So, which way does somebody get strapped up on this thing?"

"Either way; front or back. It's called a 'Saint Andrew's Cross'. If they face the wall, then their butt and back can be whipped. If they face out, then you can do all sorts of stuff to them.

"Hey, John's got one of these curved things, too, but his is nicer. So, do you tie up Dave or does he tie you up?"

"Oh, he's a total bottom, but he's such a wimp. He hated it when I used this paddle." I extracted a big, wooden paddle and nonchalantly handed it to her. Jessica held the paddle in her hand, examining the air holes and feeling its weight. She even slapped it down on her other palm before handing it back to me. Oooh, she's taking to it!

"He likes the crop, though," I continued, handing a riding crop to her. Again, she swatted it at the bench a couple of times and ran her hand along the shaft. "He sometimes likes my cat, too. It's also called a 'flogger'" I added, extracting my flogger from the bag and sensuously running the straps trough my hand. Jessica traded the crop back to me in exchange. She spent a while feeling the cat and swatting the bench with it.

"Cool. Anything else?" I happily plopped the bag on the bench and opened it wide. Jessica was intrigued by the nipple/labia clamps and the pinwheel, though she looked rather disgusted by my dildo and intentionally avoided it.

"Let me show you something." I told her, clearing off the bench. "Dave, come over here." As he approached, I instructed, "Get on the bench." He thought for a second whether to undress first and decided against it; good, let's take this one step at a time. 

I picked up the paddle and swatted his upturned ass. Then, Jessica swung the flogger at him. She wasn't skilled yet, but she was eager and that's good for a start. I tried to coach her and she got more aggressive. Time for the next level.

"For a real scene, he shouldn't have so much padding. Take that stuff off, Dave." Jessica was into it enough now that she wasn't fazed by Dave stripping his shaven body nude, nor by his impressive hard-on. "See how nice and smooth, Faye?" Jessica nodded and ran the flogger through her fingers.

With Dave's ass back in the air over the bench, Jessica laid into his back with the flogger, while I worked his legs and ass with a crop. Jessica swung at his ass and a few straps of the flogger reached under to whip Dave's tender nuts.

"Ahhh!" he screamed.

"Oh, did Mistress Faye hurt you?" I mocked. "You have to be careful with their balls," I explained to her. She tried to be careful, but her inexperience was a problem, so it was time for her to stop using the flogger.

"Faye, grab that chair and put it over there, a couple of feet in front of Dave." Jessica shrugged and complied. "Now, stand here," pointing next to me in front of Dave. "Dave, do you like Mistress Faye?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Thank her for whipping you."

"Thank you for whipping me, Mistress Faye."

"Doesn't she look pretty tonight?"

"Yes, ma'am. You look very pretty, Mistress Faye."

"Good, then you can look at her while I finish spanking you. Faye, sit in the chair." Jessica was disappointed but complied.

"Let him kiss your toe to thank you," I told her. She slipped off one of her mules and fed him her red-painted toes. Dave's arms were not restrained, so he carefully held her foot to lovingly worship it. Jessica's disappointment from not being able to whip him anymore gave way to enjoyment of Dave's toe-hungry mouth, eventually closing her eyes and even adding her other foot to the action.

I criss-crossed Dave's ass and legs with my crop, raising lovely red welt lines. Occupied as he was with Jessica's succulent toes, he took a much more severe beating than I had ever given him previously. Curious about how far I could take it, I switched back to the paddle and let him have it hard. That beating will keep him from sitting straight for days, yet he never tried to stop the session. What the hell, I thought. Let's see how much cock his tight little ass can take. I stepped into my strap-on dildo harness and aimed the massive phallus at his ass pipe. Fuck lubricant, he was to take this dry and hard. Sure enough, his sphincter was tight, but I forced my way past it. Plowing in and out of his boy cunt, the back of the dildo worked its magic on my clit, bringing me to a good cum. She and I are going to make a great team! I took off the harness before pulling the dildo out of Dave, then instructed him to clean it thoroughly and put it back in my bag.

My dress hem back down in place, I pulled Jessica up from her chair and hugged her lovingly like we have always hugged. It was important for her to see that our playing together did nothing to change her from being my baby.

She slipped her mules back on and followed me back to the bar. "OK, that was fun," she admitted. "But I gotta pee right now." I pointed the Jessica to its door and Dave was emerging with the then-clean dildo as she reached the door. He was still nude and quite hard.

"Thank you for the scene, Mistress," I heard Dave tell Jessica. "I hope it met with your approval."

"So what hurt worse, the beating or that?" she asked, indicating the dildo.

"The beating was much worse. I've never taken one like that before. The dildo was ok; once I relaxed, it was fucking great. She really knows how to fuck.

"Yah, you look like you enjoyed it. Ah, I gotta pee; see ya." Jessica then disappeared into the bathroom. Dave thanked me as well on his way to put the dildo in my bag.

"Does Faye sub too?" Karen asked me when Jessica was gone.

"I don't know yet. It's up to her. You're welcome to try. Just don't let her cum."

"Ooh, you are vicious," she mocked me.

Jessica returned from the bathroom, strutting across the dungeon with happy confidence. I wasn't sure, but her skirt looked like she had left her panties behind as well.

"Hi, I'm Karen," she said before reaching out to run her finger down the slick rubber on the side of Jessica's skirt. "I love this outfit. Where did you get it?"

"She gave it to me for my birthday."

"You have nice friends. It looks so hot on you with your hair. And I so want those shoes! You look fucking great in this. I was just telling Julie what a hot scene that was. You were great for a first timer."

"Thanks. I got his balls a couple of times, though."

"Serves him right," Karen joked. "You just need some practice on your aim; that's all. You know, I ought to show you some stuff you can do without whipping hard that will completely dominate a slave...exquisitely." Karen stepped behind Jessica and gently ran her nails down Jessica's open back. "You have to sensitize their skin and then catch them with a little slap." [Whack!] Karen spanked one hand on Jessica's ass while she continued to gently scrape the nails of her hand on Jessica's trebling skin. "See what I mean? I can show you how to totally do this with like no practice."

"Yah, cool," Jessica laughed.

"Here, check this out," Karen instructed, leading Jessica off by the wrist to a horse.

"So who are we going to do this to?" Jessica eagerly inquired.

"No, you have to first get a feel for it from the other side. Here, get up on this and I'll show you. Don't worry, I don't play hard." Jessica shrugged and climbed up on the horse. The knee and elbow boxes were mounted high, keeping Jessica's front well off of the horse's top. After securing the straps "for safety, 'cuz people sometimes slip off", Karen blindfolded Jessica, adding, "Your sense of touch is so heightened when you can't see and you can't anticipate where the next sensation will come from."

"You don't need to wear these up here." Karen explained, pushing Jessica's mules off her feet. "How does this feel?" she asked, gliding a pinwheel up Jessica's sole and along her calf. An "ooh" and a chuckle were the only replies. She arched her back when Karen moved her attentions there with the pinwheel, occasionally breathing a long, hot breath across Jessica's back.

"This skirt is really in the way. You don't mind if I unzip it, do you." Jessica didn't have time to answer before Karen unzipped the skirt fully and took it off her captive. Jessica still didn't say anything. Sure enough, she must have left her panties in the bathroom because her perfect, round bottom was sticking out bare and beautiful for Karen's attentions. "Much better," Karen cooed, scraping her fingernails down Jessica's rump. Jessica responded by pushing back into Karen's claws.

Karen picked up a thin, stiff cane and gave Jessica's ass a single whack. Jessica let out a little yelp. Karen stuck the cane under Jessica from between her legs. "But canes aren't just for bruising." She ran the cane over her inner thighs and pussy teasingly, then rapidly flicked the cane between her inner thighs [Pity-pat, pity-pat!]. "See what I mean, Faye?"

"Um hum!" Jessica assured her with a big smile.

"Let's see what we can do with your nipples, shall we?" Karen unsnapped Jessica's rubber vest, freeing her heaving breasts. "Ooh, so nice," Karen complimented, milking Jessica's right boob a few times. She toyed with Jessica's nipple, making it nice and hard. Producing a clamp, Karen secured it to the erect nub. Jessica tensed but didn't protest, and Karen repeated the process on her other breast. Her dangling boobs were just made for a pinwheel, which Karen made sure to use one for a while.

"Even a flogger can tease," said Karen, dragging the edges of the straps ever so lightly over Jessica's back and ass. Without warning, She brought it down with a thud across the top of Jessica's rear, then immediately returned to teasing with it. This went on for little while, punctuating once in a while with a whack. Jessica was in total scene high by this point and hovered achingly close to orgasm. "You're totally under my control, aren't you, Faye?"

"Mummm, yes."

"Do you need to cum?"

"Uh huh, please."

"That's not up to me, you'll have to ask Mistress Julie." This was my cue and I sauntered over to my gorgeous daughter. Karen stayed, teasing Jessica's back with her nails.

"Please let me cum," Jessica moaned.

"Are you glad I let Karen play with you?"

"Uh huh. Thank you."

Figuring 'what the hell', I took the next step. "You have thank me better than that if you want to cum," I told her. Pealing up the hem of my rubber dress, I pulled Jessica's head up by her hair and stepped in.

Jessica was so horny, she didn't wait a second and immediately began licking me in earnest. She was already an accomplished pussy eater and her tongue and lips worked their magic on me with gusto. Her tongue snaked up to fuck me in between gumming my lips and clit. With such skill, I came quickly, nearly drowning her with my juice. Pulling away, I looked down her face, so pretty covered with my glistening cum.

"Alright, Faye, you thanked me well. If you still want to cum, all you have to do is beg me to let you."

"Please let me cum," she moaned.

"No, no," I teased. "When you beg, you have to call me Mistress Julie."

"Please, Mistress Julie, please let me cum."

"Do you want Mistress Julie to fuck you?" I asked, stepping behind her and strapping on my dildo. "Because you're old enough to loose your cherry now." Karen was still teasing her back with her nails, keeping Jessica's in a state of tender need.

"Yes!" she howled. "Please fuck me, Mistress Julie."

I spread her lips apart with one hand and slowly slid the dildo in just slightly before withdrawing. I repeated this a few times, before Jessica was straining to push back to me and begging me again to fuck her. Her pussy was soaked; she is so my daughter that way; and the dildo slid all of the way in, ripping her hymen without resistance.

"Ayeeee!" Jessica screamed when her orgasm hit soon after we began. The excitement of taking her cherry, mixed with the dildo's pressure on my clit, making me cum with her.

Karen helped me un-strap Jessica and I took off my dildo harness so we could hug closely. She held me tight and thanked me for everything.

The next day, I woke to find Jessica trying on some of my leathers. "Whatcha doin', Jess?" I asked in the foggy haze of exhaustion.

"Seeing what will fit," She explained. "Can we go back tonight? We could like dominate somebody together like we did to Dave."

"I don't think Dave's going to be any condition for that for a while, but we can surely find somebody if you want."

"Cool. You can do the hard stuff and I can do like what Karen was doing."

"Sounds great, baby," I smiled. What a team!



Happy Birthday!



I've never told anyone this story before, but I'm sure you see that a lot when you're reading stories on here. But it's true. I think the time is right to go ahead and tell the story, and let you be the judge if it was right or wrong. I'm not going to use our real names, so I'll just call myself Jack.

Jill is my twin sister. She's a little bit older than me, being born first, and she never lets me forget it. If something comes up that's one of us or the other, if she wants it she pulls the age card and gets it. Just the way it is around here.

My dad's Dave. He works as the second shift supervisor at a plant that makes rubber parts for the auto industry. Mom's a nurse and works at the local hospital. Her name is Nancy. Most of the time she works nights, but they keep changing it around all the time, and she gets called in early a lot if they're really overloaded there. So Jill and I were used to being home by ourselves a lot.

The entire family was hardly what you could call outgoing. We were all smart, and our grades in school proved it, but we all lacked a bit in the social skills department. Face it, we weren't very good dealing with people we just met. I had a couple of friends, but no real close ones. I stayed home and read a lot. Yeah, a bookworm. That's me. I spent more time with Jill and her friends than I did all mine put together.

Jill had more friends than I did, but even they were kinda wall flowers. She did have three close friends who hung around all the time, and I got along pretty good with all of them. But even the four of them spent more time at home watching movies together than they did going out anywhere.

Taken together the five of us were probably the most withdrawn, shy people in the entire school. We for sure weren't in any danger of having our evenings overbooked, that was for sure.

So came Jill's and my eighteenth birthday.

In our families understated way, no one made a big deal out of it. It was in the middle of summer, and we hadn't found jobs yet, or even decided if we were even going to bother with college in the fall. What I'm trying to say is we didn't know what we wanted to do, and mom and dad never went to college, so we weren't sure we would. Money was a big part of it. Our parents couldn't help any, that was for sure.

We'd all been accepted to a regional college, so we had the option if we wanted it. At least we had the summer to think it through, and make up our minds. So when our birthday came, we were free to just kick back and enjoy it.

Just afternoon mom and dad gave us both our gifts. Jill got a couple of outfits she'd had her eye on, and I got a fishing rod and reel from my parents. Jill gave me a tackle box. Cool. I could use all of that!

I got Jill a present from me, a diary. Sure, it was lame, but that was just the thing I got her that I could let mom and dad see. Her real present would have to wait til they weren't around.

You see, one other thing me and Jill had between us was the knowledge that we were both still virgins. We really didn't have any secrets between us, and picked on each other about it all the time. We got along great, and it was funny, some of the stuff we pulled on each other. Jill had flashed me her tits a while ago, just to drive me nuts, and to tell you the truth they were great tits! Damn, she was hot!

Before that, the only other time I'd even come close to seeing her hot bod was when I peeked into the bathroom when she was taking a shower. All I saw was her outline through the shower curtain, but it was enough for me to go to my room and jack off.

She's about five foot seven, and slim. She has dark brown hair with just a tint of red in it, and the prettiest blue eyes I'd ever seen. Her tits weren't very big, but were what I guessed you call perky. Her ass was tight. I mean, all the guys at school talked all the time about getting into her pants. She really was a hot, sexy woman. Even I knew that. None of the guys ever got a chance, by the way. She shut them down every time.

I was an inch shorter at five foot six. Average body, I guess, but I didn't have any fat on me. They called me 'wirery' and I guess that's true. Had I gone out for a sport it would have had to have been wrestling. Upper body strength without the bulging muscles. You get the idea. Nothing special about me at all, other than being able to eat whatever I wanted without gaining weight. One hundred forty pounds for the last four years, I never varied by more than two pounds. Ever.

I guess I should get back to our birthday, huh? Well, after mom and dad had given us our presents we headed upstairs, and I went to my room to grab her 'real' present. I had it all wrapped up with a bow on it. I grabbed it and headed for her room next door. We shared a bathroom between our rooms, and I took the shortcut through it rather than going out and down the hallway.

I didn't bother to knock. If she didn't want me in her room she locked the door on her side. Since it was unlocked, it was okay for me to go in.

She was sitting on her bed when I stepped through the doorway, grinning like a fool. She had a small package in her hands, all wrapped up. She tossed it to me and I, of course, fumbled it trying to catch it one handed. I handed her present to her, and bent to pick up the book.

"Nice!" I heard her say, behind me. I had turned around to pick it up, and she was staring at my ass!

"How would you know?" I stuttered.

"I know what I like when I see it!" she told me.

I blush too easy. I know that. And sure enough, I was feeling a bit warm right about then.

"Just open your present already," I told her.

She did just that. When she'd unwrapped it, it was her turn to blush just a little. She held it up. I'd gotten her a strap-on. It was a small one, only about four inches long and not very thick. How many brothers got their sister one of those?

"Figured you might need that one of these days. Maybe one of the girls can help you out."

She slapped me on the shoulder.

"Very funny, Mr. Jack-off!" she told me, with a big grin on her face. "Besides," she went on, getting close to my ear and whispering, "Mines bigger."

Oops. My turn to blush again. From the look on her face I could tell she was serious. I think she really had one, and might have even used it!

"You turn," she told me, pointing at her present to me that I still had in my hands. I knew it was a book before I opened it. I was right.

'Sex For Nerds' it said on the front. A picture of a nerd sitting in front of a computer playing with himself was on the cover. I took a quick glance through it and saw chapter one was 'How to Recognize a Real Woman'. A picture of a naked woman was on the facing page, with arrows pointing to parts of her. I'm sure you know which parts. Another chapter was 'How to Jack Off In The Shower'.

"I thought you could use that," she said while laughing. I pushed her back on the bed, and we started to tussle a bit. I tickled her until she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Stop! Stop!" she eventually told me. "I'm laughing so hard my sides hurt!"

I let her up, and then took the book and headed back to my room. I was just going through the door when she stopped me.

"Oh, Jack! I almost forgot. The girls are coming over to spend the night tonight."

I rolled my eyes at the ceiling.

"Great. Keep it down, would you? Last time it sounded like you were having way too much fun over here."

Jill started to laugh again, and just as I was closing the door I heard her say one more thing.

"That's when I got the strap on!"

I put the book away where mom wouldn't find it, and then sat on my bed. It didn't take me long of picturing just what her last comment might mean before I had to go in the bathroom and jack off again.

I seemed to be doing that more and more these days....

The 'girls' started to arrive about eight o'clock in the evening. Tiffany was first. She was tall and skinny, and, as far as I could tell, completely flat chested. She really didn't even have an ass, she just went straight from hips to legs. And she didn't talk like I thought any 'lady' would talk! She had a dirtier mind than I did, and mine was pretty dirty. She made up for any other shortcomings by being about the sweetest girl you could find. The two sides of her didn't always blend very well, but she really cared for her friends and would do anything for them. I really liked her.

I sent her to the basement, where Jill was hanging out.

The other two came a half hour later. First through the door was Candy. Yeah, I know, I've used the joke 'everyone wants a piece of Candy' enough myself. Including in front of her. She's got a great sense of humor, thank god. She had a twin sister names Cathy, who was about the biggest bitch at school. Candy was anything but. About my height, she had a good fifteen pounds on me. But she carried them well. She was one of those girls who just naturally looked sexual. Everything about her said she'd be a tiger in bed, from the way she walked to her voice. I must have jacked off a hundred times with a picture of her in my head. And those tits! Large! She knew it, and wore a lot of tops that showed cleavage that the guys just wanted to dive into. I know I did!

Stepping in behind her was Melody. Think 'bookworm', female version, and you'd be pretty close. She wore her blond hair up on her head most of the time, and dressed so you couldn't really see what kind of body she had. I'd seen it in the pool before, and trust me, she was hot. The hottest of all of them. She had a figure that made the guys want to dive into and never come back up. But she wanted nothing to do with them. I sure hoped she wasn't a lesbian! It would be a tragic blow to men everywhere if she was. Of all of them, she was the one I most wanted to loose my virginity too. And to make me feel bad, Jill had told her that one time. And if she didn't hold it against me, and she didn't, mores the pity, she was always just on the verge of being friendly enough to me that I sometimes thought it may someday even happen. It hadn't yet, but a guy can dream, can't he?

I went down to the basement with them. Jill was there talking with Tiffany about the movie they were watching. I couldn't see what it was, and they turned the sound down when the girls and I walked in. Whatever. Who cared?

It was a full basement, and dad had fixed it up pretty nice. He had a small bar at the far end, then a pool table in front of that. Next towards the steps was a sitting area with a couch and two chairs in front of a TV. There was a gas fired fireplace to the side of the couch and chairs. It made a nice cozy place to just hang out in. There was even a bathroom, so you didn't have to go upstairs for that.

I headed over to the bar to get a beer. Dad kept some down here, and he didn't mind if we drank them. The rule was it's okay, as long as they stay down here, and no one drinks and leaves. They have to spend the night. It wasn't like his kids had any wild parties or anything. The five of us that were here right now were all that had every seen the place besides mom and dad. And we never went anywhere, social misfits that we were.

Tiffany already had a beer, and the other's said no thanks, so I grabbed mine and headed for one of the chairs. I was just about there when the tv screen came into view, and I couldn't believe the glance I'd gotten. They had been watching porn! I recognized it, it was one of dads that he kept hidden in his closet. Like we wouldn't find it? As if!

Sure, I'd seen it. A bunch. But I didn't know the girls even knew about dads collection!

Jill had changed to a movie channel on cable as I'd been walking back from the bar. But I'd seen it! I knew I wasn't mistaken. Jill watched porn! I downed the beer in just a few minutes, and headed upstairs thinking how I was going to use what I'd seen against her someday. It had to be worth something...

I left them there to do whatever they wanted to do and headed to my room. I picked up the book I'd been reading and lay down to read.

I guess I fell asleep a little bit after that, because when I woke up the book was on the floor, and someone was standing beside the bed. In the dark I couldn't make out who it was, but, really, the only ones it could be were mom, dad, or the girls in the basement.

Turned out it was Melody and Jill.

"Jack?" That was Jill's voice.

"Yeah," I said, yawning.

"You feel up to joining us in the basement for a while?"

"What for?"

"We want to play a game, but it takes five, and we don't want to have to change the rules for the four of us. Come on, bro. It'll be fun. We promise!"

Oh my god! If I'd only know what game the wanted to play...

I was awake now anyway, so I figured I might as well. Five players sounded to me like poker, and I could kick their ass at that. And had, too. Often.

"Can't mom or dad help you out? They're home now, aren't they?"

"Yeah, they're home. They went to bed an hour ago. And no, they can't play with us."

My eyes were adjusting to the dark room, and I saw them exchange a smile. What were they up to?

"Sure. Give me a minute to get dressed and I'll be down."

"Cool," they both said at the same time, bouncing out of the room.

"Wait!" I shouted at them before they got very far, and Jill poked her head around the door frame.

"Yeah?"

"I need a shower," I told her. "Can it wait that long?"

Jill looked back down the hallway and told Melody what I'd said. Then they both stuck their heads in the room and Melody said "Sure! That would be great!"

Then they were gone, back to the basement.

While I showered I got to thinking about this whole deal. They'd never woke me up to play a game before, but we all did hang around together a lot. So that part wasn't weird. But something was up. They were acting weird, and the porn was still throwing me off. Somehow I never thought of Jill as watching porn. But it was Jill's and my birthday, and I was thinking maybe they had something up for that? That could be it, couldn't it?

Whatever, I'd find out when I got there. When I was done with the shower I dried off and got dressed. I thought, why do I need underwear to beat the girls at poker? So I left them off. I pulled my pants and a shirt on, and my socks. My shoes I didn't need either, and I left them in my room. Then I headed for the basement.

As soon as I walked in I knew I'd miscalculated just a tad. They weren't set up for a game of poker. They were in a circle on the floor in front of the couch. The lights were turned down a bit, and the fireplace was lit up. It really was a cozy feeling place like that.

But what was up with that circle on the floor?

"Come sit down," Tiffany said, patting the floor beside her, to her left. Melody was next in the circle, then Jill. Beside her was Candy.

I sat down where I was told to.

"What are we playing?" I asked the group.

"Something Candy found," Jill told me. "It's for five players, and we take turns drawing a card, and you have to do whatever the card says. We go from right to left. When the cards are all gone we switch them out for the next round. There are three rounds total. Got it?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Sure. Sounds easy enough."

The girls exchanged a smirk. That should have worried me, but these were my friends and my sister. What could go wrong?

Jill reached behind her and grabbed a bowl filled with little cards and set it in the middle of the circle.

"I'll go first," she said, drawing a card.

She read it to herself, and then seemed to be thinking for a second.

"Read it out loud!" Melody said. "We all have to read it out loud."

"Wait a minute!" I said. "What happens if you don't want to do whatever it says?"

"Then you have to take a piece of clothing off, and draw another card."

"Are you serious?" I exclaimed "My sisters right here!"

When I looked at Jill she was smiling. "I'm willing to take the chance if you are," she told me.

Really? My sister was willing to chance getting naked in front of her twin brother? But, I said to myself, weigh that against the chance to see one of these others naked, dude. Odds were four to one. When I put it like that, I only had one choice. I was in!

"Okay with you, okay with me," I told Jill.

"So read the card already, Jill," Melody said.

"Tell the other players which of them you most want to sleep with. Then kiss that player on the lips for thirty seconds. That player then must remove one item of clothing."

It was quiet for a few seconds while Jill considered that. Then she made up her mind.

"Well, since I'm fairly sure I'm not a lesbian, and Jack's the only one with the equipment in the game, I'd guess it has to be him."

I couldn't believe what she'd just said! She leaned over to me and kissed me square on the mouth, and even gave me a bit of tongue. It was hot, too! I felt a little tingle down below. You know what I mean.

The others counted down the seconds, and when they reached zero Jill pulled back. Then, when they all stared at me for a minute, it dawned on me. I had to take something off!

I took one sock off and tossed it behind me, and they screamed at me.

"Oh no! Shoes and socks go in pairs. Both of them buddy!"

That was when another thing dawned on me. I hadn't put any underwear on. Or shoes. That was two items closer to the buff than they were, right off the bat!

I took the other sock off. I really didn't want to, but that was the rule.

"Next," Jill said.

Candy picked a card from the bowl, then read it out loud.

"Describe where you were the last time you made love, and what position you used. Then remove one article of clothing."

She let her head hit her chest for a second, then it came back up smiling.

"In this room, and sixty nine." Then she removed her shoes.

Oh, how my mind was racing now. The only people who had been in this room that she could have sixty nine'd were all here right now! But who? I looked around the circle at them, and they all smiled but said nothing.

Tiffany picked a card.

"Tell your favorite position, and why. Then remove one article of clothing." She didn't even think about, but blurted it right out.

"Doggy, and I don't know. The feeling that I'm being taken? That I'm not in control?"

She was already barefoot, so she pulled her top over her head. She aways had hated to wear shoes. Now it was paying off. For me! She had on a pink lacy bra, and it wasn't covering much, not that there was all that much to cover.

It was my turn, and I picked a card and read it.

"Tell the other players which of them you most want to sleep with. Then kiss that player on the lips for thirty seconds. That player then must remove one item of clothing."

That was the same as Jill had had.

I had to tell the truth.

"I'd have to say Melody."

Jill blurted out "I told you so!" All the girls laughed.

I kissed her long and deep, and it was so good I didn't want to stop. They actually had to pull me back when the time was up. When I was back to sitting down she pulled her top over her head.

Jill and Candy laughed.

"What did you do that for? You still have your shoes on!" Jill told her.

"Because it's suddenly getting hot in here!" she told us all. She was wearing a pretty skimpy bra, and she did had something to cover! Very, very nice ones, too, from what I could see. I noticed she kept glancing at me as she drew the next card.

"Take a piece of clothing of your choice off of the player to the right of you."

Her grin got a lot bigger. The other girls were hooting and hollering.

I was the player to the right of her. And I was hoping she picked my shirt. That kiss, and everything else going on here had given me a hard on. And I wasn't wearing any underwear!




Happy Birthday!



She scooted over to me, and told me to stand up. The others hooted even louder.

"You sure you want to do this?" I asked her.

"You bet! You can keep your shirt. For now anyway..."

Even more hollering.

I stood up. My heart was beating right through my chest. My hard on was about ten seconds from being on full display in front of them. And I do mean full display.

"You might want to turn around, Jill," I told her.

She laughed hard. "Why would I want to do that?"

"I'm not wearing any underwear!"

A lot more hooting.

"Cool," Jill said. "That didn't take very long!"

I looked at her. What she said seemed a bit odd to me.

"What did you mean by 'that didn't take very long'?"

Jill looked at the others, and one by one they all nodded their heads. So Jill went on.

"It's like this, Jack. None of us have ever seen a real dick in the flesh. We're all eighteen now, and we've never even seen one. And everyone here knows you and is comfortable around you. So we wanted to see yours. And we all promised that one way or another we'd make it worth it to you."

I looked around the circle, and they all one by one nodded their heads yes.

"It's okay, Jack," Tiffany told me. "Here, I'll show you." She stood up and pulled her top off, then her bra. Then one by one the others did the same. When it was Jill's turn, she came up to me and kissed me again.

"It's okay, Jack. I know we're twins, but I've wanted this for two years now. I don't care if we are brother sister." Then she pulled her top off and took off her bra. I looked. I couldn't stop myself. She was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen. They all were! My mind hadn't really caught up with what all was going on here tonight. But I decided it was okay. Just go with it. What else could I do? I'd never even seen a girls tits since mom had stopped breast feeding me, and here they were all around me!

I hesitated long enough I'm sure they thought I wasn't going to do it, but that wasn't it at all. I was looking over their tits! Tiffany's were barely there, but the areolas were large and darkly colored. Candy's tits were hanging down more than the others, but looked great. Melody's looked perky for their size, and I just wanted to be able to reach out and touch them. I tried not to look so much at Jill's. I was still a bit hung up on her being my sister. But, really, they seemed in perfect proportion to her body to me. Perfect.

I looked down at Melody, still on her knees in front of me, and nodded my head.

She unzipped my pants and pulled them down. My dick almost slapped her in the head as she pushed my pants down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, and stood there on full display, clad in only my shirt.

The girls all got quiet. Melody reached up and touched it, then rapped her hand around it. I thought I was going to explode right then!

Then she let go and went back to her seat. I sat down, and pulled my shirt out so it covered my prick for now. I noticed the girls all stared at it until it was hidden again.

"Jack," Jill told me. "I think I speak for all of us as I say that is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life!"

The others all agreed with her. I just smiled, but I knew I was blushing again. Here was my sister telling me she liked my cock. How weird was this getting?

"The first two rounds of the game are pretty much just to get everyone loosened up and naked. I think we're all worked up enough, and the naked part is easy enough to do! I say we skip to round three now," Jill said.

Was she saying she was going to just strip naked here and now, in front of me, just like that? All of them would? Damn sure sounded like it! I wasn't going to take a chance that that wasn't what she meant.

"Okay," I said. "But you've all seen mine, and you guys are still pretty much covered up. I say you get naked first."

"Then you have to take the shirt off," Melody told me. What the hell? What was left for them to see? I still wasn't sure where this night was headed for sure, but it looked promising to me. So, I decided to just go for it. I nodded my head, and lost the shirt.

They all at the same time stood up and stripped naked. Oh my god! They all shaved their pussies! I'd never even seen one besides in the porn movies, and here was four of them right in front of me!

I couldn't take my eyes off of the girls. Not for a second. Tiffany didn't help by turning around away from me when she took her panties off, leaned forward, and shook her ass a little bit. She did a little dance, and then sat down.

God, I thought I was going to shoot my load right then!

Jill changed the deck to the third round, and set the bowl back in the center.

"I guess it's my turn," she said. "Melody went last."

She picked a card, and read it out loud.

"Perform oral sex on the person to your left until they are satisfied."

She looked over at Candy.

"You ready?"

"Yes!" Candy said with a rush. She scooted forward and lay down flat on her back, and pulled her legs up. Jill moved into position and started licking her snatch. I'd never seen anything so hot! I was going to cum before very much more of this. Tiffany must have noticed, because she told me "Hang in there, big boy. Your turns coming." I just hoped I could hang in there!

In a few minutes Candy was breathing hard and moving her hips under Jill's face. Jill looked like she was an old pro at it. I turned to Tiffany and asked her about it.

"Jack, we've all been practicing with each other for two years. And yes, your sister's been part of it. None of us has ever had a guy yet, but we don't have our cherries anymore, either. We've got toys."

"Strap-ons?" I asked her, and she nodded her head yes. "Well, why didn't you go find a guy to do it?"

"Because," she said, and hesitated, then added in a rush "Because we all wanted you for our first time."

I was floored. Me? Why? So I asked.

"Why me? And, really, all of you?"

"Yes, all of us. Jill included. We've been wondering how to get you to do it, and who was going to be first. So we planned this for you guy's birthday, and figured who was first was up to the cards."

We turned back to the floor show when Candy started to make more noise. She bucked under Jill's face, and to me it looked like she was going to smother Jill by slamming her legs closed around her head. I really didn't have a good view of exactly what was going on down there, and trust me I wanted to see it! But no one else moved when it wasn't their turn, so I stayed put. A minute later and they were done, and Jill got up and went to the bathroom, coming back a minute later with a washrag. She used it on her face, then looked over at me. She blushed for a second, then shrugged her shoulders.

"I heard Tiffany telling you all about our plan. What do you think, is it a good one?"

I didn't really know what to say. Eventually I found my voice enough to say "So far so good!" She smiled.

Candy had composed herself enough to get back up and in her spot. After one last deep breath, she reached in and drew a card.

"Give the first boy to your right a blow job until he's satisfied. If no boys are playing, use a stap-one on the first player to your right until she is satisfied."

She looked at me. "Well, I guess we get to see about doing something with that monster."

The monster part was wrong. I only had about six and a quarter inches, and it wasn't all that thick, either. And yes, I'd measured it. But I guess even that was just a tab bigger than average, at least going by what they said on the web. But I really, really needed some relief about then!

She scooted over and pushed me onto my back on the floor. Then she grabbed my dick and stroked it a couple of times.

"You know I've never done this before, right?"

I nodded my head. A lot of my dreams were about to come true.

She licked up and down it's length a few times. Then looked back up at me. She was nervous, I saw.

"I've never had one before. So anything you do will be new to me!"

That made her feel better, I guess. While the other girls gathered close to watch, she took me into her mouth and started moving her head up and down.

"Close your lips around it", Jill told her. Then she looked at us and smiled. "At least, that's what I've read."

Candy was doing great as far as I was concerned. Between her attentions and, well, everything else going on around me tonight, and I was ready to come in just a couple of minutes. I told her I was getting close, and she pulled me out of her mouth. Then she looked up at me like she didn't know what to do. Hell, I didn't either. I didn't want to make a mess on the rug, but it wasn't going to wait much longer.

Jill stuck her head down and took me in her mouth, and I came just like that! She kept me there until I was empty, and then sat back up. I saw her swallow it all.

"I wanted to know what it tasted like," she told us, with a bashful grin.

Holy fuck! My sister had just swallowed my come!

"That's okay," Candy told her. "I'll try swallowing it later." She looked at me and winked.

"So?" Tiffany asked.

"So what?" Jill asked her back.

"What does it taste like, silly?"

"Oh. Salty. And not too bad!"

The other girls looked like they were wishing they'd done it, but it was too late for that, of course. I was limp, and getting limper. All four of them were watching it go down with amazement.

Candy voiced it for all of them.

"I can't believe something that small could get so big!" The rest of them agreed with her, all grinning just as big as I was.

We all took our positions in the circle, and Tiffany picked a card.

"Have normal sex with the person two places to your right. If you are both the same sex, move one position to the right until you have someone of the other sex. If all players are the same sex, use a toy to perform sex on them."

All eyes were back on me.

"'I can't yet. You need to give me a little time to recover."

"So go with the toy option." Candy said. Everyone agreed that was the best option. It really hadn't sunk in yet just exactly what I was going to see. Jill got up and got something from the cabinet under the tv stand. When she came back I saw it was the strap on I'd given to her earlier. She handed it to Tiffany, who put it on and adjusted it.

My eyes got wide when I saw Jill get down on all fours and point her ass at Tiffany. My sister was going to get it from Tiffany with a strap on! From behind! Oh, my god! I felt my dick starting to get hard again just thinking about it. I don't know what it is, but a naked girl down on all fours, ass up in the air, pussy right there waiting, was hotter than hell! And the fact it was my sister made it even hotter!

I had a real good view of my own sisters ass from right where I was sitting. Her cunt was wet, and she reached back and put a finger in herself, then pulled it out and rubbed it all over her clit. I was about ready to faint from not taking a breath for a while. This was even hotter than I could ever have dreamed of!

Tiffany moved into position, and slid it into Jills cunt. Then she started to pump in and out of her, faster and faster. We were all ready for anything by then, and Jill was obviously ready to get fucked hard. And she got it. Tiffany grabbed her hips and held on, pulling Jill onto the strap on. Melody laid down on her back and slid under Jill, and took one of Jill's tit's in her mouth and started sucking it.

Jill's tits were swinging wildly, and I just wanted to reach out and grab them and suck on them until she made me stop. But I just sat there and watched them. There isn't a guy out there who could have dreamed of a better sex scene than I was seeing for real right then! And somehow it was even sexier because it was my sister.

I didn't even notice what I was doing until Melody reached over and pulled on my arm. I'd been stroking my half hard cock while I was watching Tiffany slam it into Jill.

"Save it, guy. We're not done with you tonight. You'll get your chance," she said with a grin. I'd noticed the girls kept looking at my crotch. They were really curious about what a guy looked like in real life.

I left my dick alone and watched as Jill came. She tossed her head back and screamed. I'd heard about screamers, and it looked like my sister was one of them. Her whole body seemed to shake as she came, and then both her and Tiffany stopped moving, and Tiffany pulled out of Jill's pussy.

Jill turned around and sat down, then got red faced when she saw me sitting there watching it all.

"That was hot, Sis!" I told her. She looked down at my crotch and smiled.

"Looks like someone liked it!"

"Damn, Jill, if I'd know you girls were doing this down here, I'd have moved in down here!"

She laughed and took one last deep breath to get her breathing back to normal.

"Who's turn is it?" she asked all of us.

"Mine, I guess," I told them. After that, I was almost scared to draw a card. Remember, I was still a virgin. All of this had only been in my dreams until tonight. And I guess I was still worried I'd do something wrong, and they'd all laugh at me. I was really insecure to begin with, and being with four women at the same time was almost too much.

I drew a card.

"Perform oral sex on the person to your left until they are satisfied."

I stared to feel my face warm up right away. I had no idea what I was doing!

Melody looked at me and smiled.

"My turn to come," she told me.

"Okay," was all I could get out.

She leaned back and propped her hands on the floor behind her, and opened her legs. Then she just sat there as I inched down until my nose was in her crotch. I took a deep sniff, and loved what I smelled. I'd been afraid cunts would smell bad. What did I know? I'd never even seen a naked woman until tonight!

I wasn't sure what I was doing, but the girls gave me pointers. Jill told me to lick up and down both sides of the lips, and Tiffany took my finger and guided it to Melody's clit. I did everything they said, and some more that just felt right to me. It wasn't long before Melody was bucking her hips up, pushing them into my tongue. Her legs closed in and clamped around my head. For a second I thought she was going to smother me, but she didn't, and I licked like a mad man.

She started moaning and groaning, and bucking her hips like she was having a fit. I reached up around her hips and grabbed her breasts, and started to play with her nipples. She bucked even harder when I did that.

I didn't know when she was done or when I should stop, so I just kept licking and licking. Then I felt her hands on the sides of my face, pushing me away.

"That's enough," she said. "It gets real sensitive right now. You need to give it a break."

She sat up and looked around at all the rest of us.

"He's a natural, girls! You gals are good, but he's Good! Capital G good." She was smiling like a fool, and I felt like I wasn't such a loser after all. Jill handed me the washrag and I wiped down my face.

As soon as we were all settled back in our places, Melody reached into the bowl and picked a card.

"Make love to the person to your right. If they are of the same sex as you, masturbate you and them in front of the group until both are satisfied."

She looked at me. Then she shook her head no.

"I don't think I should do that." She looked me right in the eyes, and smiled. "As much as I want us to fuck, Jack, you're going to loose your cherry in a few minutes. And I don't think I should be the one. We can do it afterwards. Okay?"

I was puzzled, but not disappointed. I remember what they had all said. They all wanted me to be the first guy they had. So what was she suggesting?

"What do you mean? If not you, who?"

She looked around at each of us in turn, then handed the card to Jill. My sister.

Tiffany and Candy were smiling and nodding their heads.

"Perfect!" Candy said. "Absolutely perfect."

"It is that," Tiffany said. "Perfect."

"But she's my sister," I managed to blurt out.

"We know. But all she talks about is doing it with you. And if you are going to pop your cherry, shouldn't it be with her? You guys are going to wind up doing it tonight one way or the other, so why not loose it with each other?"

That was Melody telling us that. It made sense if brother and sister were going to do it anyway. But were we? I'd never, before tonight, had any real hope that Jill and I could make love some day. I dreamed of it, I fantasied about it, but I never once thought it would ever really happen. Could it? Really?

I looked at Jill. It was up to her. She could see I was willing, even eager. But was she?

"I want this so bad, Jack. Please? Please be my first? I've dreamed of this for years. Make my dreams come true. Please?"

I couldn't say no to that. I didn't want to say no to that! I wanted this every bit as much as it looked like she did. So be it. I was going to fuck my sister, right here and now, in front of her friends. Our friends.

"How?" I asked her.

"You still don't know how?" she said, laughing.

"I mean how do you want to do it," I said, blushing again.

"I want you on top," she told me. "For the first time."

That sounded okay to me. But it left me doing most of the work, and I didn't know what the fuck I was doing! I was about to make an ass out of myself in front of my sister and our friends. But I didn't care. I wanted this to happen so bad.

Jill got up and lay down on her back on the couch. I followed her, my hard as a rock dick leading the way. She spread her legs, and I crawled between them. Before we went any farther, I decided I wanted this to be more like making love than just fucking.

I started with her breasts. I took them in my hands and ran them all over her. I licked all around her nipples, slowly working my way inward. I kissed her on the neck under her ear, and worked my up and over to her forehead, and kissed her there.  

Then Jill reached up and put her hand behind my head and pulled me down until we were kissing, deeply and softly at the same time. Then she pulled back a little, and whispered in my ear.

"Please, Jack. Please fuck me!"

I got into a better position, and she reached down and guided my dick to her honey hole. When she nodded her head I pushed my hips forward, and I was inside of my sister.

Just an inch at first. I held it there, to see if she was all right with it. I knew now that she and the other girls had played with toys before, and she didn't have a cherry. But I wanted to make she she was comfortable every step of the way. Then she smiled and put her hands on my butt, and pulled me in, farther and farther until she had all of me.

I slowly pulled my dick back, until I was almost out of her, then pushed it back in. When the head of my dick was almost ready to pop out, her pussy was so tight I felt like I couldn't take it any more!

Slowly we worked up a rhythm together, until I was moving in and out of her, building and building to something I had only been able to dream of until now!

I leaned back enough I could see between us, see my dick going in and out of her cunt. It was fascinating, and felt so right. She started to buck up at me, faster and faster. It built and built until she couldn't take it any more!

She moaned once, then again. Her breathing was faster, and I heard her whispering 'fuck me Jack fuck me Jack', over and over again. I lowered my head to her right nipple and took it in my mouth, and she moaned again, louder. Then she started to scream again. I could feel her cunt squeezing my dick harder and harder, and I knew I couldn't take it any more.

I told her that, just as she gasped, and her whole body shook. The moans were getting louder and louder. She had just enough breath to whisper in my ear.




Happy Birthday!



"Come inside me, Jack. Come inside me now! Come, Jack! Come inside me!"

As she said it I did. I thrust into her until I couldn't go any further, and came like I had never come before. Like I had no idea I could come!

Then I collapsed on top of her, and we kissed, our chests rising and falling deeply, as we tried to catch our breaths.

We lay like that for a minute, and I only got up when I heard the other girls clapping. I'd forgot all about the others! It had been just me and Jill for a while there, and the others hadn't existed. We'd both been so into each other that our whole worlds only went so far as the other one of us.

Melody gave out a whoop whoop, and the other two joined her. I pulled out of Jill's cunt and sat up. Jill sat up to, sitting sideways on the couch and pulling her legs up to her chest, where she wrapped her arms around them. A position, I took note of, that let me get a glimpse of the pussy I had just come in. I didn't mind a bit, and I saw her smiling at me when I looked. I took that as permission to look all I wanted.

"Oh. My. God!" she exclaimed.

"Feel pretty good, did it?" Tiffany asked her, smiling ear to ear.

"You won't believe it!" Jill told them. "Oh my god! I can't believe anything can feel that good!"

Our breathing had returned to almost normal by then. I leaned back on the couch, not even worried about the fact my limp and wet dick was on full display to them. After that, I just didn't think about it anymore.

The I started to laugh, hard. The girls all looked at me like I was crazy.

"Was it funny for you?" Jill asked me.

"No! Not that. I was just thinking about something."

"And that was...?" Tiffany asked me.

"Oh, just that most people loose it in the back seat of a car or somewhere like that, with someone they don't ever really care about all the much. And they certainly don't have an audience! How many people have ever do it in front of others? Not very many, I'd bet! I walked down here tonight not having a clue what you wanted me to do, and my sister and I both just lost our cherries, to each other, and with people here cheering us on! You have to agree that's not exactly normal!"

We all had a good laugh at that. I thought it was funny, and I still do. Who would have ever thought something like this could happen to me? I certainly didn't!

Melody got up to get us all a beer, and when she was walking back with them she told me "Well, don't think you're off the hook yet. There are still three more virgins in the room, remember."

Tiffany nodded her head at that.

"Hell yes! I want what Jill got!"

I just smiled. I'd already come twice tonight, but with all this pussy and tits around, I'd bet I'd get hard before long. I was only eighteen, and boys at that age had hormones to spare.

Before we did anything else, we all took the time to drink our beers and settle down a bit. We'd all need it for the next round.

"So,"' Jill said about twenty minutes later. "Who's next?"

Tiffany and Melody looked at each other, and it was plain on their faces that they both wanted to be next.

Jill was the one to break the stalemate before it could really become one.

"Back to the cards?"

We all agreed that was the best way to do it. But when we stopped it had been Melody's turn, but she'd given it to Jill. So who went next? Melody or, because she was on the far side of Jill, Candy?

I said it makes sense to go with Candy. They each had ideas on how that wasn't right. Whoever picked the next card was likely to be the one who got it. Back to the stalemate.

I had to tell them the truth. I didn't think I had three more times in me. Not tonight. I wasn't exactly an old pro at this you know. I told them that, and they gave me credit for being honest.

Then Tiffany had another idea.

"I say we forget the cards, and let Jill pick who's next."

"Why me?" Jill asked her.

"Because you're about as neutral as any of us. You've already done it, so you're out now. And, I might add, you have a great afterglow going on there sister!"

We all smiled. She did, too. I'd noticed.

I told them I didn't get a vote, trying to stay neutral here. What did I care? In a few minutes I was going to get to fuck another one of them!

The other's agreed that was going to work for them. So that was settled. Now, who would Jill pick to be next to feel a real dick inside of them?

"I choose....," Jill dragged it out. "I choose Melody. Because she was the one Jack said he most wanted to fuck. Remember? When he drew a card?"

They all had smiles on their faces. So apparently she'd chosen well. Melody had the biggest one, sure, but the others seemed happy for her.

Melody looked at my dick, and saw we had a little problem. I was as limp as I could get.

"So how do we get little Jack to cooperate?"

They all grinned like fools, and I had an idea I was going to like what they were thinking. Like it a lot!

"Down on all fours, Jack. We need room to work."

I suddenly got nervous. That would expose a whole lot of me, places that I didn't really want to expose. But I did it. Four naked woman all to himself? Who wouldn't have done it?

When I was down on all fours, Jill slid under me and started to lick my balls. That was new to me! And I liked it. A lot.

Tiffany reached under and started stroking my soft cock. Candy got behind me and started to rub my ass. Then Tiffany got up and went to the same cabinet Jill had stashed her strap-on in, and came back over with a dildo. She lay down in front of me, spread her legs, and stuck it into her wet cunt, looking me in the eye the whole time. She started to work it in and out, still looking at me.

All their attentions were having the effect they wanted. I started to get hard again. Jill was fondling my balls now, and sucking on my half hard dick. I was thinking it was about time to get it on, when Candy stuck her fingers in her cunt, and when they were really wet she started rubbing them around my asshole! That was the area I thought was too ugly on me and would get them turned off. Guess I was wrong there. It was like an electric shot went up through me.

They all noticed my reaction.

"Damn, he likes that!" Jill said. "Stick it in him."

Candy only used one finger, thank god, but she did what Jill had said. She was slow about it, but a minute later she had one finger in my ass up to the last joint. She started to wiggle it around slowly.

I was rock hard now!

"It's time," Melody said. "I want that thing in me!"

We all got up.

"How do you want it?" I asked her.

"Like Tiffany said earlier. From behind. But I want it standing up."

She moved over to the side of the couch and bent over the arm of it, spreading her legs some.

"Come here, Jack. I want you now!"

I did just what she said. The other girls followed me. I got in position behind her, and put the tip of my cock at her wet, glistening opening. I pushed it in just a little bit.

"Give it to me hard! Just shove it in!"

She sounded like she couldn't wait anymore, so I did just that. I gave it all to her in one push. She gasped, and smiled.

"Oh, god! That feels so good! Fuck me, Jack! Fuck me hard!"

I started plunging into her and back out, hard and fast. She built quickly, and her breathing became ragged, coming to her in a rush.

I was so into how good it felt, how much she was enjoying it, to notice Tiffany and Jill. They weren't in front of me anymore, and I didn't think to see what they were up to. I should have!

I felt someone behind me, and felt some pressure on my asshole. When I glanced over my shoulder to see what it was, I saw Jill standing right behind me, and she was wearing the strap-on! Tiffany had just finished rubbing some lube on it, and then Jill slowly pushed it into me.

I was ready to scream, yell, ready for the pain. But there wasn't any. A few seconds of tightness, a little uncomfortable, and then I was past it and it felt great. Jill started to move it in and out of my ass, while I was plunging into Melody's cunt.

I was fucking Melody while my sister fucked me in the ass! It was so fucking hot! I didn't want it to ever end. I wanted to feel these two forever.

Melody came before I did, and I think she came more than once. I was still working up to coming, plunging in and out faster and faster. Then it was here, it was time. I started to come just as Jill said something, but I didn't care. I emptied my load into Melody's pussy, more come than I'd ever come before. More than I thought I could hold.

Then it dawned at me what Jill had said. 'Look at the stairway!', that was what she'd said.

I looked over that way as my last spasm of come shot into Melody. All of us were looking there now, but none of us were moving anywhere. We all just stopped all motion, like a movie being paused.

Mom was on the landing, facing the wall, leaning on it with her hands, her legs spread. The teddy outfit she wore was pulled up around her waist, and her tits were hanging out. They were swinging back and forth. Dad was behind her, pants around his ankles, plunging his dick into her from behind, just as fast as he could. Over and over again.

Mom turned her head and saw us looking at her, and she smiled at us. Dad didn't even seem to notice we were there. Then mom started to quiver a little, and let out a couple of gasps. Dad pushed himself all the way into her, and I could tell he'd just come in her.

When they were done dad reached down and pulled up his pants, and headed upstairs. Mom followed him, giving me a wink before she stepped out of sight.

Just before we heard the door upstairs close, dad spoke for the first time, acknowledging we were there.

"You kids have a good night. And have fun!"

Then the door was closed and we were left alone again.

We, the four girls and me, went over and sat down. None of us said anything for a couple of minutes. We were all still trying to process it all.

"Did mom and dad just watch me fuck you in the ass while you fucked Melody?" Jill said, eventually breaking the silence.

"Yeah. I guess they did," I told her.

"Wow," was her only response.

A few minutes later Tiffany spoke up.

"I guess we must have woke them up, huh?"

All of us laughed.

"I would say that could be a possibility," I told the group, in a deadpan voice.

"Your mom has nice tits," Melody said.

I laughed again.

"Yeah, I noticed that."

"Well, they not only didn't stop us, they joined in, in a way," Candy said.

We all nodded. It would seem my parents didn't mind if we fucked each other in the basement. Even brother and sister. Well, I didn't know if they'd seen me and Jill fuck, but they for damn sure saw Jill behind me with a strap-on!

"Thinking of which," I asked Jill, "what made you think of that little stunt?"

"I don't know," she said with a big ass grin. "I saw how you reacted to a finger up the ass, so I thought you'd like that too. And by all evidence, you enjoyed it!"

I had to admit to the girls I had. I really had. I don't think I want a guy back there, I know I'm not gay, but with these girls I wouldn't hesitate to let them do it again.

"So what do we do now?" Candy said.

"You were doing a sleepover, weren't you," I asked them. They all nodded their heads yes. "Then stay. Go to sleep. If mom and dad wanted to say anything about it tonight, they already would have. Looks like they watched us until they got horny, and took care of it right here. If they cared they would have said something, and then gone upstairs to fuck. But they stayed and did it where we could see them. What does that tell you?"

Melody got it first.

"They wanted us to see them, and don't care what we do down here."

"Exactly," Jill said. "They don't care."

"So all of us can still get some of this?" Candy said, playing with my limp dick. The others looked where her hand was and smiled.

"I guess," Jill said. "Games still on!"

"Game will be on," I stuck in there, "when I get some rest. Every guy out there dreams of having a threesome, but come on! Four of you and just me here! I stick out like a woody at a dyke convention."

After the laughs had died down I stood up and headed for the stairs.

"I'm going to bed. You girls have fun down here. But not too much fun, if you know what I mean."

The girls giggled, and I went up to bed.

Looked like I was going to need a lot of rest from now on.

I was awake for an hour before I got out of bed the next day.

I was a bit worried about meeting mom downstairs. Or dad, for that matter. Eventually I got hungry enough I had to head down. I took a shower, got dressed and went down to the kitchen.

"Good morning sleepy head!" mom said when I walked in.

"Morning," I said.

She was at the stove cooking. "Ready for breakfast?"

"Sure."

"Scrambled okay? I was just fixing some for me, so you've got good timing."

"Sounds good to me."

She wasn't going to say anything about last night? Not a word? I had a feeling that was too good to be true. It was.

She put two plates down on the table, and we sat down to eat. Sausage links! My favorite!

"You guys have fun last night?" she asked me.

Here it comes, I thought.

"Yeah." I wasn't going to push my luck at that point. Not until I found out what she thought about it.

"You looked pretty good for a kid. Might have to try that out for myself."

I just stared at her. Did she just say what I thought she said?

"It's okay, Jack. We're not mad. About time you guys got busy. You were all virgins last night, weren't you?"

I couldn't believe I was talking about this with my mom. But then again, how many kids see their mom get pounded from behind?

I just nodded my head yes.

"We thought so. You kids have had your heads stuck so far in your books we thought you'd never get around to sticking it in a piece of snatch."

Okay. This wasn't my mom. It couldn't be!

"I said it's okay, Jack. We understand. God knows if anyone does, it would be us."

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Well, I've always been something of a exhibitionist myself. When me and your father were dating I'd make him do me in elevators, public rest rooms, the car. Hell, anywhere I could talk him into it! He got to love it as much as I did. It's such a turn on! And, you know when we go over to your uncles to play cards?"

"Yeah." They did that all the time.

"We all hate to play cards."

It took me a minute to get what she was saying.

"You mean...?"

"Yeah. We started that way back when. Your father and his brother are different enough that I like the change. And he thinks his brother married a real hotty! And she is, too. I've done her a couple of times, I know."

I was about floored! I had never, ever, considered my parents capable of any of this!

"Chill out, Jack. I said we're not mad."

I had to know one thing. I couldn't rest until I knew.

"How much did you guys see last night?"

"I don't know. I don't know when you guys got started. But your father got up to pee and saw all your doors opened, and remembered they were having a sleep over. So he went down to see if you needed anything. He said he saw you playing some card game, and you were getting a blow job. So he came and got me. Damn! You guys were hot!"

My face was hot. I knew I was blushing bad.

"So you saw everything after that?"

"Most of it," she said laughing. "You want to know did we see you fuck your sister? Yes, we did. Your dad was ready to come down and break it up if you got too rough, but when we saw you treated her gently and with respect, we decided you were doing okay."

"Oh, god!" was all I could say.

"How many times do I have to say it's okay? Trust me. It's not like it's anything new to us, you know."

"No, I didn't know that at all."

"Well, it's not. My father and I did it all the time. And your dad and your aunt. I wish she'd come to town a little more often. She can lick pussy like you wouldn't believe!"

I don't know if she was trying to kill me or what! My mom getting her pussy licked. Dad doing his sister. It was almost too much.

"So when she comes for the holidays?"

"Of course. I watch them do it."

"So...."

"Yeah. So. Whats next, your wondering? Whatever you guys want to be next. But now that you are all of age and we've got this out in the open, don't expect me and your father to hide it any more. You blush every time you see us going at it like you are right now, people will think you got a bad sunburn!"

"So it's really okay?"

"You'll see. It really is."

She got up and put the dishes in the dishwasher. I got up and just stood there. Then she came back over to stand in front of me.

"Your sister was up earlier. She wants me to take her shopping for a few things the girls want for tonight. I'd like you to come with us. Okay?"

"All of us?"

"As many as want to. You'll all fit in the van. The others didn't say if they were going or not, so you need to ask them. Now go get dressed. We'll leave in fifteen minutes."

I walked out of the kitchen thinking a bunch of mixed up thoughts. Last night was great, and I had to admit watching my mom and dad go at it was hot. Scary, but hot. I got dressed and headed back down. I found all of them, all five of them, already in the van waiting for me.

Mom drove the girls to the mall and they headed in with glee. Why girls liked the mall so much I'll never know. I never had liked hanging around there. To many people around. I didn't do well with crowds.

When the girls had gone inside, we talked a little more. I didn't learn a whole lot more, but I was comfortable she really was good with last night.

Eventually the others came back out and climbed in. They were talking all excitingly about what they had bought, and giggled a lot when they looked at me. I wondered if I'd be okay with what they bought.

I noticed mom wasn't going straight home. We got over on the side streets, and a few minutes later she pulled into a small park. There was a small creek running along one side of it, and a softball diamond just before that. People were there, getting out of their vehicles and stretching, all in one uniform or another.

Must have a game starting soon, I figured.

"Come on, Jack, lets get out," mom told me. The girls got out too.

We all met up on the drivers side of the van. It didn't look like the girls knew any more than I did what was going on.

"Okay, guys, here's the way it is. I've already talked to all of you, and told you I'm good with what happened last night. And I've told you what my preferences are. But since some of you don't believe me, I thought I'd better demonstrate."

She reached up and pulled her top off.

"Get those clothes off, Jack," she told me.

I just stood there dumbstruck, and watched her take off her slacks. She wasn't wearing any panties.

"Girls, you better help him get that stuff off," mom said, laughing.

They did just that. I didn't stand a chance against all of the giggling girls. In about a minute flat I was stark naked, standing beside a creek, with a bunch of softball players pointing at us.

"Go to work girls! Looks like he needs some help getting his motor started."

Jill got down on her knees in front of me and took my limp dick in her mouth. Candy went down on mom! Right there in front of me! Tiffany played with moms tits, and Melody kissed me, hard.

It didn't take long before I was sporting a hard on!

Mom got down on the ground on her knees, right in front of me.

"Do me, Jack. Do me now! I really need your hard cock inside me!"

I couldn't do anything but. I got down behind her and stuck my cock in my mothers pussy! Then I started to pound her as hard as the inexperienced me could. Her tits swung under her as I pounded into her, like, well, like nothing I'd ever seen before!




Happy Birthday



Sara was feeling down as her thirtieth birthday approached. She had been talking with her best friend Beth about it, but nothing seemed to help much. The small celebration at work Friday afternoon helped somewhat.

Sara confided almost everything with Beth since they had went to high school together and they were even roomies all through college. Beth is a very shapely and attractive young lady who works out constantly and has a body to prove it. Even with her good looks and great personality, she seems to have difficulty developing a lasting relationship with anyone. Therefore, she and Sara spend most of their free time together, shopping, working out, or just talking.

Since Sara's birthday is on a Saturday, I gave her an early present when she arrived home from work. When she opened the card and saw the certificate for an entire day at the spa, she was delighted.

I told her she had to be home by six so we could get ready because a limo was picking us up at seven for our special night out.

She was up early for her day at the spa and I would drive her since the arrangements had been made to spare nothing and to give her whatever she wanted. I had a dozen roses and a bottle of her favorite wine dropped off at the spa.

Her day was delightful and the thoughts of her birthday faded away as she enjoyed the wine and the massage. She decided that rather than being stressed, she'd just enjoy everything to the fullest. A couple glasses of wine and she was feeling wonderful about our evening out on the town. As they were finishing her hair, she decided to add a little flavor to the evening by getting a spray on tan.

When I picked her up and we arrived back home, she immediately started getting ready. As she entered the bedroom, she was totally surprised to see the sexy black dress she'd admired a few weeks earlier when we were shopping. It had a very low cut front to accent her perfect firm breasts and was a wrap around style that was split up the front to accent her long, firm legs. Along side of it laid some new very sexy and sheer black and red lace panties to match. The new heels were the accessory that topped it all off.

As she dressed, I couldn't help but visualize what would be in store for the evening. The sexy underwear, heels, dress and that fantastic tan which made her look like a goddess.

When the limo pulled up at the very exclusive restaurant that I'd selected, all eyes were on her as she exited the car. Every man was staring at her exquisite appearance as we entered the restaurant. We by-passed the waiting people and were taken immediately to our table which was in a very secluded part of the restaurant. 

The table was set to perfection with the neatly pressed tablecloth, napkins, and polished silverware. Of course there was a bottle of champagne chilling next to the table. I had pre-selected the menu so we didn't have to be distracted while enjoying our evening. The appetizers and salad were fantastic as was the main course of filet mignon and lobster.

As the waiter cleared the table and prepared for dessert and coffee, Sara excused herself to go "powder her nose". When she returned, I stood up so she could slid into the booth.

On the table was a small velvet covered box hidden by her napkin. When she saw it, her eyes twinkled as she opened it to find a beautiful pair of diamond stud earrings. She immediately put them on replacing the small delicate ones she was wearing. Then she gave me a wonderful kiss as a tiny tear ran down her cheek. I took her handkerchief to wipe away the tear and gave it back to her as I told her how much I loved being her husband. The waiter finished clearing the table and refreshing our coffee as she discretely put her handkerchief in my suit pocket. 

During the ride home, Sara snuggled against my arm and laid her head on my shoulder. As we passed under each street light, I could see that her dress had fallen open exposing her beautiful legs. As she snuggled closer, I placed my hand on her warm thigh, gently rubbing her smooth skin. Her legs parted slightly as I slid my hand higher and higher towards her pussy. As I reached my goal, I quickly realized that she had removed her panties sometime during the evening. She giggled as she told me to check my pocket. At that moment, it all flashed in front of me. The handkerchief she had put in my suit pocket was really her panties.

Her pussy was very warm and damp as I gently slid my finger up and down her folds until I touched her clit. She stiffened slightly and bit her bottom lip while telling me not to stop. By the time we got home, she was in ecstasy and very close to having an orgasm.

As we entered the front door, she was again surprised to see the dim, flickering light from all the candles that I'd had Beth put around the house while we were gone to dinner. Sara was so worked up that she took my hand and led me immediately to the bedroom to find more candles glowing and flower petals sprinkled across the fresh white linens on the bed.

As she stood at the foot of the bed admiring all the preparations I'd made, she slowing turned towards me, unhooked the sash on her dress and let it fall to the floor. She was absolutely stunning, standing before me in the dim light with nothing but her heels remaining. Those fabulous long legs, and a heavenly glow from her tan, her tight, firm breasts and erect nipples that were just begging for attention. 

I quickly started removing my clothes as she removed my belt and unfastened my slacks. She promptly placed both hands on my throbbing penis and slowly slid them up and down the shaft. As she pulled me onto the bed, she whispered that we were going to make love in every position we could imagine until we both collapsed from exhaustion.

We spent most of Sunday in bed, only to take short breaks for a quick shower and a bite to eat. After a night like we had shared and a day full of cuddling, sleeping, and exploring each other's bodies, we fell asleep caressing each other's naked, warm bodies.

As the morning light started to brighten the room, we both knew it was time to get ready for work. We showered, dressed, and had coffee while talking about the wonderful weekend that we had shared. I left for work and Sara left at the same time since it was her week to drive. She only had to drive down the street a few houses so she could pick Beth up and they were off to work. 

I would have given anything to have been able to hear their conversation on the way to work. I couldn't help but smile as I daydreamed about the great weekend that we had.

I left work a few minutes early since the day had really been dragging and business was exceptionally slow.

As I walked in the house, I heard Sara and Beth talking. I rounded the corner from the kitchen and saw that they were watching porn on the television. I backed up slightly since they hadn't noticed me yet and continued to watch them as they narrated the movie as it played.

Suddenly, I was totally shocked when I realized the movie they were watching was tape of Sara and me Saturday night.

I decided to see what kind of reaction I'd get if I walked into the room and surprised them. They were surprised, but not totally embarrassed about being caught "red handed" as I thought they might be.

Sara promptly explained that when Beth came over to light all the candles and prepare for our return, the two of them had decided to add their own secret twist to the night by hiding a video camera in the bedroom. 

Beth was somewhat embarrassed and after we all had a good laugh, she excused herself to leave us alone so we could enjoy the movie.

Sara and I watched the entire movie and talked about everything that had happened Saturday night. We even had a couple glasses of wine and again enjoyed each other's bodies to the fullest.

She asked me if I was mad about what she and Beth had done and then when he caught us watching the movie like giddy teenagers. I was a little surprised, but not shocked since they were the closest of friends. I'm sure I'll be a little "red faced" the next time Beth is in our company, but we'll just have to wait and see.

As Sara shut off the lights so we could go to sleep, she whispered in my ear that she loved me and reminded me that my birthday was coming up next month. BUT THAT'S A WHOLE OTHER STORY!!



Happy Birthday



The entire weekend was dedicated to celebrating her 18th birthday and the beach house was full of family and friends, all wishing her a fabulous birthday and the best in the years to come. The group had headed down the coast to Mariano's for dinner, but she started feeling queasy after too much cake and too much wine so I offered to take her back home. By the time we got to the house, she had fallen asleep. Rather than wake her or carry her all the way into the house, I put her on the bed in the cabana and I stretched out on the chaise by the pool, intending to finish my last beer and go to bed. Her cell phone started ringing and I jumped up, running inside to silence it. Her boyfriend Bobby's name came up in the caller id. I let the call go to voicemail and tucked the phone back into her purse. Bobby. . .what did she see in that creep? 

We first met nine years earlier when I was 24 and had been out and on my own for a while. She was a kid and barely knew who I was then. However, I had noticed her and been sexually attracted to her even at her young age, so I deliberately kept my distance. Of course, we had seen each other over the years, you know, holidays, birthdays, and had a friendly, cordial relationship. Seeing her again this weekend though had ignited those old yearnings and, with a sharp stab of jealousy, I wondered if she was having sex with Bobby, imagining what it would be like to be with her. 

I watched her sleeping as I unzipped and absently stroked myself, fascinated by her burgeoning womanhood and sexuality, remembering how she was the last time that I had seen her. My last visit had been four years ago and she had been a young, slender tomboy with naturally curly, reddish brown, shoulder length hair tied into a ponytail. Her hips and breasts were now beginning to fill out, and she had long, shapely, athletic legs, huge brown eyes that sparkled when she laughed and the longest, thickest eyelashes I'd ever seen. Damn, what a difference four years had made. 

I heard her whimpering in her sleep and knew she was likely having an alcohol-fueled nightmare. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her, whispering that she was safe, that I was here. She turned in my arms in that blissful state of half sleep and clung to me, burying her face in my chest. Even in her distress and anxiety, I wanted her. I held her, brushing her damp hair from her face, feeling my arousal grow. Before I realized what I was doing, I lifted her face and kissed her warm, trembling mouth. She instinctively gave in to the kiss and opened her mouth as my tongue hungrily invaded that warm, moist place. She moaned when my hand moved under her shirt to her breasts and gently caressed her hardening nipples.

A soft, faint mewling sound escaped her lips and, in my eagerness and excitement, I roughly pinched her nipples. Her eyes suddenly flew open as she realized what was happening. She looked at me with confusion that swiftly changed to comprehension. Her body stiffened and she tried to pull away, but I tightened my hold and rolled on top of her, pinning her beneath me and holding her wrists above her head with one hand. She kept struggling under me, inadvertently getting me even more aroused, telling me to let her go. 

With my leg thrown over her's, I began again to fondle her breasts, face, stomach and eventually between her legs, gently stroking and rubbing her clit, letting my fingers slide between her slit but not inside of her. I let my whole hand caress her, becoming wet and sticky from sliding between her thighs, brushing over her closely trimmed mons. Slowly at first and then with increasing pressure, parting her, teasing her until I heard the faintest involuntary moans escape. I think she was surprised and embarrassed by her unexpected sighs and groans of pleasure because she started struggling again, trying to push me off her.

I tightened my grasp on her wrists and she winced. I told her angrily to stop fighting me, that we were going to have sex and I didn't want to hurt her. After a short time, she calmed and just lay there, her eyes closed as tears slowly trickled down her cheeks and into her hair. Her initial sense of betrayal and shock, along with her struggling, had only left her exhausted and with the realization of what was going to happen between us regardless of whether she fought or not. She opened her eyes and looked into my face but said nothing and, in that moment, I knew she would never let anyone else know about our intimacy and I knew that she wouldn't fight me anymore. I kissed her again and released her wrists before she let me remove her shirt, freeing her breasts. I lowered my head to her breasts and kissed, sucked and tongued them until her dark pink nipples were long and peaked. Slipping my hand into her panties, I teased her clit until it was swollen and pushing out from its sheltering hood and her sweet pussy was dripping wet.

I sought her warm, moist woman's place and possessively licked her there, tasting her juices and inhaling her scent as her sexual arousal grew. Each time my tongue flicked over her swollen pink clit I could feel her hips imperceptively rise and lower as she involuntarily sought the source of her pleasure. She was mine . . . there was no more resisting. She hesitantly opened her legs for me, silently offering me everything I desired. I spread her legs wider and buried my face, circling her clit with my tongue, sucking and licking it until she literally trembled. My cock was so engorged by now that it was becoming uncomfortable and difficult for me to keep from kicking my jeans off and pounding into her. . . I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. She had emotionally and physically surrendered, and in her submission to me, she tossed aside her rapidly fading innocence. Her long slender fingers tangled in my hair and she lay there, quietly humping my face as I tongue-fucked her to the edge of an orgasm before pulling back.

I stood up and moved to the head of the bed. My cock sprang free and I smiled inwardly as I watched her eyes widen at the sight of my erection, its huge bulbous red cockhead glistening with pre-cum. I removed my clothes and moved towards her, fully intending to have her suck my dick, but stopped when I saw that shadow of apprehension cross her face. I could only imagine what it would feel like to have her mouth on my cock, but I moved away; with everything else that was happening tonight, I wouldn't force her to suck me . . . not yet. I moved back between her legs, removed her panties and mounted her. My cock was fully erect and pulsed with the anticipation of claiming her. When I positioned myself to enter her, she pushed against my hips with her hands in a futile attempt to prevent my penetrating her. 

I brushed her hands aside and forcefully pressed into her, almost cumming from the thought of the anticipated warmth and tightness. With a slow, shallow inward stroke, I felt her stiffen and heard the sudden intake of breathe when my cock met resistance. I had assumed she was letting that stupid jock of a boyfriend fuck her. Was I her first? That explained so much; her fear, the inexperience, and the tears. She was a virgin. 

I stopped moving when my brain registered that she had not had a man before, and with that knowledge, I felt my cock grow harder. I covered her mouth with one hand and at the same time I took one hard, deep push and thrust all the way into her no longer virgin pussy. She screamed in pain when I tore into her and began to fight me again, contorted face, fists pounding, nails digging into my shoulders but this time there were no more tears just anger. I began to fuck her, ignoring her whimpering and soft pleas to stop. Even as she cursed me, I groaned deep in my throat as my hips began stroking again, becoming deeper, harder and faster with each stroke. 

After a short while, her body seemed to soften and her arms went about my neck as her legs tentatively opened even wider to accommodate me. I lifted her legs so she could encircle my waist with them and I pounded into her as if this were the last fuck I would ever have. I felt her suddenly tense and begin to shudder uncontrollably as her first powerful orgasm swept over her. She screamed and clung to me, but this time her scream was with pleasure and sexual awakening. As her pussy walls contracted around my cock, slowly squeezing and releasing, I came hard and high up inside of her. 

We lay there motionless, my cock still buried inside her, my head on her breast, my cum just starting to drip from her lovingly abused pussy. For a moment, I felt an inkling of remorse. . . I was sorry things had played out the way they had, but did I regret it? Hell, no. I already knew I was going to fuck her again. I already knew how I would teach her to please me and be pleased by me. I already knew how I would teach her to suck my cock the way I liked it. I already knew how I would train her to take it in her tiny, brown bud when I wanted it that way.

I had wanted this, lusted for this since I'd first laid eyes on her at the wedding of her Mother and my Father nine years ago.

Happy Birthday . . . little sister



Happy Birthday!



I hope you know how ready I am to take our mutual love of my shit to the next level and that this past weekend has given you some idea as to just how ready.

I had promised to write you a story for your birthday. Happy Birthday Baby! I'm hoping through this story to ensure we have a hot night of sex, not just tonight, in celebration of your day, but also to make it clear just how ready I am to blow your mind next week in celebration of our anniversary. So here goes.

There are better things to blow out on your birthday than candles!

By Your Anal Slut Wife

We've booked a few days at a vacation home in Maine to celebrate our anniversary and while I was already looking forward to it, this morning you surprised me with a wrapped present and card a week early. Was this a pre-anniversary present or a thank you for one of the hottest few nights of dirty sex, ever?

My bottom is still sore and full after the hurt you've put on it these last few nights and it throbs greedily as you place the card and wrapped gift in my outstretched hands. I smile as I open your card. In it, you've written "I got your message and I agree, you're definitely ready!" My pussy is instantly wet.

I carefully unwrap the gift I'm holding to reveal the black rubber butt plug that we've fantasized about for a long time now. I swallow and look into your eyes. You smile back. That beautiful smile of yours, the one that reminds me of how lucky I feel to be your wife and how handsome you are. I love the crinkle that's there around your eyes, now that you're older. You don't know it but you're very sexy! Your eyes sparkle as you ask "When was the last time you took a shit?" Looking down, I answer. "Yesterday morning", with a guilty look on my face.  

At that, you frown and say, "Didn't I tell you Saturday night that if you had to take a shit you were to tell me?" I can see you're angry, but I still feel uncomfortable having you present when I'm taking a shit which is why I didn't tell you. Shaking your head in disgust, you tell me to get on all fours. 

I start to get in position on the bed when you tell me that only good girls get to be in your bed. Girls like me need to be punished. At that you instruct me to get on my hands and knees on the floor.  I do as I'm told, facing away from you. You take the position behind me and begin whipping me with your belt. 

I sense the change in you the moment you start. Generally, you're apologetic if you hit me in an awkward way. Today, you care very little about my discomfort and, as ashamed as I am to admit it, it's a total turn on. I spread my ass cheeks apart so you can gain better access and, as if on cue, you slap my puckered hole, making it swell instantly. 

This takes me back to the Saturday before when we stopped in the adult book store and bought some dirty movies. At the pay counter there was an advertisement for some male-enhancing concoction whose slogan was "One to Wreck it. Two to Kill it." I hadn't been able to get that slogan off my mind. There have been several times since that I've wanted to beg you to "kill it", never imagining that I could be so bold. 

At that moment, without thinking, I moan out "I want you to kill my ass baby". "I want you to train me to love my shit the way you do". You immediately shove two fingers inside my shithole, reaming me out as I writhe in a mixture of pleasure and pain. You pull my shitter apart and shove the greased plug up my butthole stopping me up and giving me that full feeling you know I love.

You lean over and tell me that I while you want to believe that I am indeed ready for you to own my bowels, the proof is in the pudding. Afterall, you gave me one simple instruction to follow and while I seem to have understood it - and was eager to submit to it at the time - I clearly failed. You threaten that until I prove myself you're through playing. Saying that you're sick of my saying how turned on I'd be to give you full control of my bowels and that while it's clear I love anal play, the idea of your being in charge is clearly just talk. What's this? Are you calling my bluff? 

I ask myself just how serioius I am. I don't know if I can go through with this but it's obviously time to put up shut if I want this shit play to continue. When I ask "What you need for proof?" You reply. "If this plug is still in place when we get to Maine, I promise to wreck your shithole til you beg me to cover you in it from head-to-toe." 

Fuck! So now the ball is in my court. It's been three days and we are leaving for Maine tomorrow. I am full, uncomfortable and cranky, but also extremely horny and quivering with anticipation. The idea that you are also at work today with thirteen of the yappiest bitches you could put together on a team - each one more annoying than the next - has me itching to see you. 

You are always short tempered and quick to lash out when I show any signs of not being sweet to you on "hump" day, which begins your work week. You've spent far too much time with those whiney bitches by the days end and the last thing you need right now is for me to even come close to resembling one of those clucking hens.  I'll have to be careful not to push you too far. Just enough so you feel like a "man-in-charge", but not so hard it spoils the mood. It will be important to show you my love and respect, while still poking you enough to try your patience, so you'll enjoy putting me in my place.

I'm lucky enough to know just how far I can go and, as I said, I want you to kill my shithole tomorrow night when it's good and packed; wrecking it for all eternity. You're certainly man enough to do it and God knows I need it. I'll definitely use those annoying cunts to my full advantage. I'm sure you'd be more than happy to put any one of those yappy bitches in there place, just to get them to shut the fuck up! If you ask me, they could all stand a good ass whooping.

It was hot, while fucking the other night, when our sex talk led to your describing (with my prodding) what you would like to do to them. I would especially love to watch you abuse Lyndsey and Jamie's asses.  Jamie is almost boyish and Lyndsey is so round and plump. I'm sure Lyndsey's ass would be white and firm - more like mine. I imagine you positioned behind her , fucking her after you've lit her ass on fire, making it red and blistered. I'm sure she'd be a squealer, something you hate! You'd probably have to shove something in her mouth to keep her quiet and I visualize what she'd look like with our ball cock shoved down her throat, making her gag. 

Jamie on the other hand is more petite and a little tough. I bet she likes it rough. She'd likely give you some fight and I imagine her a little bruised afterwards with her tight little butt hole ripped to shreds. The bitch Kim, who has a crush on you, would be mine to hurt though. She needs to be made to understand to keep her hands to herself. What I wouldn't give to make her cry. 

On the drive up the next morning, I behave especially bratty and I can tell you're getting tired of it. A couple of times I could swear you wanted to slap me but restrained yourself. 

You've been pleasant through dinner, being especially attentive and telling me how beautiful I look. We reminisce, as we always do on our anniversary, about how lucky we are to have been together as long as we have been, and our talk leads to the night we met - truly it was love at first sight and we were only kids in high school.

After we finish a delectable dinner and savory dessert you say, "That was very tasty." "All that was missing was the taste of your fudge". I smile and agree. At this, you pull your head away slightly and tell me how hot I am. I lean in to kiss you and remind you that I've kept my promise, and ask you if you're ready to keep yours. You answer by picking up the house key and pulling my chair out for me, saying, I'm about to find out.

I take this moment to kiss you and whisper "If that's true then that means you're ready to make me love the taste and smell of my shit fudge the way you do." 

We go back to our place and you tell me to take off my clothes - but to leave my high heeled shoes on. You leave me to get my enema ready. While I'm undressing, you're preparing the enema bag - olive oil with a touch of eucalyptus. You want me to feel every bit of the pain you intend to inflict tonight and you know the eucalyptus will make my bowels burn and tingle. It pleases you to know that the beating you're going to give my bottom will be felt as much on the inside as it will be on the outside. 

You call me to come to the bathroom where you have the bag wrapped around the shower curtain rod and a steaming bath that barely covers a quarter of the bathtub floor, waiting. You help me over to the toilet first and turn me to face the mirrored wall, pushing me into a seated position. I watch as you reach down and start tugging on the plug. You look at me in the mirror as you pull it slowly out and tell me to start shitting. 

I start to push with no success. The strain evident on my face. I'm so impacted and so desirous of eliminating this monstrous shit that I beg you to help me get started. You reach down and tell me to beg for it some more. To tell you what I want you to do to me. I answer "I love how much you love the smell and taste of my fudge and that I want to love it that much too".  

Your fingers are expertly prying me open, churning the hard turds until they're soft and creamy. Shoving them further up my hole, you grab a handful. At that, you rip your hand out of my ass and smear my dirty shit all over my tits, wiping your fingers before shoving them in my mouth and ordering me to lick them clean.

I suckle every finger as if they're covered in chocolate and peanut butter and hungrily lick and suck them clean. They pop as you pull them out of my mouth, shoving them back in my hole pushing them even deeper into my bowels. Leaning down you smother me in a hot, wet and very dirty kiss. Exploring the taste of my shit with your tongue. Probing every wet and pungent pocket.

The visual in the mirror has us both excited. Me, straddling the toilet naked except for a hot pair of high heeled sandals, shit covering my tits, with a wild dirty look on my face, eager for more. You, standing behind me, locking eyes with me in the mirror, emanating lust.

Removing your fingers from my ass once again, you lead me to the bathtub and tell me to lie down on my belly. The water is warm and serves to help me relax. Easing the enema into my ass, you stroke  my hair with your shit covered fingers. I love the nastiness of it all. The hot smell and the feel of it caked in my hair and dried on my skin. My mouth is hot and wet and tasting of shit. You tell me to open my eyes and ask me how well I think you're doing thus far.

My belly is filling up with the solution and my ass is tingling, but I want more, so I egg you on. Boldly I gaze at you and shrugging my shoulders say, "Not bad, but I've had better" - giving you one of my dirtiest smiles. You squeeze the enema bag until I have taken every drop then pull me up out of the tub, re-inserting the plug in the process. 

You're furious now and tell me you've had just about enough out of me. You say that "while my acting like one those bitches you work with was something you were willing to tolerate, knowing that I was uncomfortable and very impacted, it's not something you will excuse now that you'd given me some relief".  

The rebellious child in me screams in my head, Relief? What is he talking about? I knew in that moment that this was going to go very differently than other times. This time you were not going to take no for an answer.

Knowing it will rile you further, I say. "That's clearly why you hate your job, because you can't do anything a man would secretly like to do to any of the women you work with. Those bitches make you impotent." 

You look at me, enraged. I continue, saying, "Maybe you should abuse me the way you'd like to abuse them." "Show me who's boss by putting your subordinate in place." Or maybe, for a change of pace you'd like me to dominate you instead? I ask you, "Would you like me to make you submit to me? "Would you like me to abuse your ass?  I see that my question reminds you of how much pleasure it brought you when I ate your ass last weekend. It's also clear that this is the furthest thing from your mind.

You grab me then, and shove me on the bed, removing your belt. Lying on the bed, I remember you saying that only good girls get to be in your bed. At this, I smile to myself. I like the comfort of your bed, so I tell myself that no matter what you give, I'll not only take it, I'll beg for more. 

The first smack is hot and fast and the next few come in quick succession. God I love getting spanked. You obviously love it too. I don't ever remember your being this turned on and I encourage you to beat me like you want to beat every woman who back-talks you. The oil from the enema is seeping down the back of my legs as I try to spread them farther so you can hit me in more places.

You pick me up and kiss me as you carry me to the toilet. The moment I sit down, I explode. Expelling the butt plug and releasing the acrid, hot smell which enters our nostrils at the same moment. Reaching down I grab a handful of my shit and bring my fingers up to our faces as we kiss - shoving my fingers between our lips so we can feast together on my tangy fudge. You were of course right, this was missing from our dessert - and I tell you so. At that moment, you shove your cock in my mouth and I devour it as if it's been in my ass - wanting you to know how a good, willing, fuckable, girl behaves.

It's then I tell you that I want you to kill my ass! I want you to wreck it and stretch it. To fuck it until it gapes wide enough for you to fuck it with that black schlong you brought with us.  I beg you to rape my ass with it and get it coated with shit so you can shove it down my throat and gag me with it.  

You slap me repeatedly across the face then and tell me to "shut the fuck up!". "You don't need me to tell you what a fucking slut needs." 

Grabbing me by the hair you drag and pull me to the bed. I see the leather whip, speculum and black strap on dildo for the first time and I wiggle my ass and tits in excitement, thinking it will please you. Instead you look at me and tell me that you always knew what a whore I was. You also tell me that every time you think about my having cheated on you that it infuriates you, which further fuels your desire to take control of me so that I'll be unable to fuck anyone else, ever again.

At that, you bend me over and rub the mess that's already back there - a combination of oil and shit - all over the two of us. You cover my face with your dirty hands and demand me to fill my lungs with my stench before commanding me to stick out my tongue. You reach down and insert your thumb in my butthole, scooping out a small amount of my shit. From behind me you pull me up. 

Holding your thumb before my mouth you tell me to suck it like a baby. I gently open my mouth and wrap my hand around yours, pulling it towards me. I suck softly, savoring every drop - as if your finger were my mother's nipple and I a hungry infant. I then move your hand until your fingers are around my nose and suck softly, completely pacified.

Mewling, I suck your thumb clean and then slowly and methodically lick each of your fingers until there is nothing left. Taking your hand I move it down my body and expertly shove three fingers into my pussy with a request for a kiss. Smiling you lean down and peck me on the lips, while I graze your nose with my teeth as a sign of protest. You pat me on the bottom and tell me to turn over. I flip on my belly and pull my butt cheeks apart. 

Greasing the speculum you ease it into my bottom. You slowly turn it so that it begins to stretch my hole. Never easing up, no matter how much I complain I can't take anymore, you open the speculum until it won't go any further.  You begin taking pictures of me - my hole gaping - my position vulnerable.  Grabbing the whip you begin a steady, slow and torturous beating. At times you strike my breasts and the backs of my legs, occasionally grazing the speculum as it pulls and rips my shithole.  

Positioning yourself at my head, you demand that I suck you off so you can shoot your load down my throat. Shoving your cock towards the back of my throat you choke me, until you start to cum. Your cock explodes and you grab the back of my head and make me swallow every drop - proving what a slut I am and justifying the ass fucking I'm about to receive.

Strapping that black cock on, you push me down on the bed and tell me to raise my ass in the air. You close the speculum, only slightly, before ripping it out of me and throwing it on the floor. My ass is on fire and the hole you just left gaping needs to be filled. I pull my cheeks apart and you plunge into me, hard, filling my ass with that fat, juicy, cock. You pound into me releasing all your frustration; stretching me wide, hoping to make my fudgehole gape - permanently. You want nothing more than to hurt me in this moment, show me who's boss, take what rightfully belongs to you and obliterate all thoughts of other men from my mind.  

Your need to punish me is fueled by all the lies I've told you. The years when you thought I had been with another woman only to discover that it was all a lie. Instead I had been with the male cousin of one of your best friends and he had been fucking my ass long before you were.

You scowl and say close to my ear, "I'll show you who owns you, you dirty bitch in heat." "If I ever catch you cheating again, I will shove my fist up your ass in front of your lover and rip his cum out of your bowels after thoroughly anihilating your hole.  I cum picturing how hot that would be and collapse on the bed, thoroughly spent. I smile and you see instantly that I'm completely turned on by the thought of you fist fucking me; even if it means having to fuck someone else to get me to do it. You can't believe it. It excites you think that this is even a remote possibility. It certainly hadn't been up til now.  

It is obvious by my expression that I love how abused I feel in this moment and that I'd likely do anything to get back to this place.

I love also that you, once again, place the ball back in my court. You've left it up to me to open that door. 

Over breakfast the next day I look over and catch the eye of an attractive young man who smiles and winks at me. I smile coquetishly and blow him a kiss. Turning towards you I see you've haven't missed a single moment of our exchange. "Is this what you really want?" I say. Pulling your arm up to check the time, so as not to appear obvious, you make a fist and say "Like I told you, only good girls sleep in my bed." "You know it's what I want. If you were a good girl, you wouldn't need to ask." You cock your head towards the young man and say, "I'll be in the room waiting for you when you're finished." Rising you pinch one of my nipples and say "but only if you're in the mood for a blow out." To which I reply "Happy Anniversary Baby!



Happy Birthday



Being stoned like this feels good. Really, it is being stoned like this with him that feels good. I exhale a thick cloud of smoke and lay my head on his lap, passing the glass pipe. Beach House is playing quietly in the background, sounding foggy and far away. It was a great party, but we are the only ones still awake. I close my eyes and hum, "in a matter of time, you would slip from my mind..."

He pats my stomach gently. "I'm getting tired, babe." I sit up and nod. A quick survey of where people have fallen asleep around the house, and we wordlessly agree to climb into the same bed. We're stoned, it's late. We don't want to wake anyone else. No harm.

I can't help the way my body slides next to him as we cuddle under the cool, white sheets. His hand immediately finds the small of my back, and my face burrows into his strong, lean chest. Without thinking, I kiss his torso lightly, and he responds by kissing me on the top of my head. I murmur, a sound of childlike contentment, a feeling of safety and pleasure. I feel his whole body smile and he squeezes me tighter, his hands drifting down my back, testing his boundaries. 

I lift his hand just before it reaches my ass - "behave," I tell him, laughing but firm. I betray my words almost immediately; rather than place his hands back in a location on my body I would consider safe, I slide my fingers up and entangle them with his. He squeezes my hand and even that simple gesture sends a surge through me. We lay for a while, just breathing.

The truth is, none of this is safe, and we both know it. It seemed so manageable, easy even, to just enjoy one another's company as friends earlier that night. But now, with the rest of the house asleep, without even thinking, here we are, our hearts beating in rhythm, the realities of the world shut out by the dark, moonless night.

I shift, turning my back to him, but I do not let go of his hand and we spoon quite naturally. He is taller than me, and leans his head in to nuzzle even closer. His breath on the back of my neck is not purposeful, but it gets me all the same. Each exhalation is another electric surge. I let go of our grasp and slide his hand slowly down my abdomen. He is a gentleman, but this is all the signal he needs.

His fingers trace up my side, slowly, but with purpose now. He stops at my ribcage, just under my breast. I am tingling, and wrap my foot around his ankle underneath the sheets, saying yes. He finds his way under my shirt, the shirt I wore as a promise of decency, and he wastes no time. His thumb brushes over my nipple and I murmur again, but this time it is a hungry, searching sound which turns me around and in one fluid moment we are noses touching, clutching each other, and we kiss.

The kiss is an unleashing, and what happens next floods out of both of us with such a force that there isn't time to consider what's happening. My legs twist around his tightly and his hands, under my shirt, press into my back, pulling me closer to him. Our tongues are fighting, trying with a physiological impossibility to delve deeper inside one another's mouths. My nails dig into his hips and we are grinding, undulating, the sheets quickly a mess at our feet. 

I could kiss him forever, but I sit up to my knees and pull my shirt over my head. I'm showing off, knowing how good they look, full and round but lifted, with my arms stretching up. His eyes drink me in for a moment, but we lose little momentum as he reaches up to my tiny pink nipples and pushes me back on the bed. The sheets are officially a lost cause - we are upside down, our feet dirtying the pillow, my long hair hanging over the edge of the bed.

He runs his smooth hands over my breasts, twisting my nipples until they harden, but it doesn't hurt, at least not yet. The cotton of his briefs are stretched, rubbing against my panties, which are a modest cut, an unremarkable blue plaid. I giggle a little at this, how I so consciously tried not to be provocative, but he muffles me with his lips, a deep, sensuous kiss. Unexpectedly, he twists my nipples, hard, but with his lips pressed on mine all I can do is moan deeply into his mouth and squirm. I grab at the back of his head, run my fingers through his short hair, trying to steady myself as he wills his power over my body. I haven't had a chance yet to tell him how sensitive I am there. 

His firm tweaks turn into a softer caress, allowing me to catch my breath. His turn, I think. But my approach is less aggressive. Still kissing, still grinding like teenagers, I run my index finger gently up and down his spine - once, twice, teasing the waistband of his briefs on the third time. His fingers do not slow the circles they are tracing over my breasts, but his body is impatient, his pelvis thrusting wantingly into me, and finally I slip my hands underneath the fabric, my nails grazing what is undeniably a perfect ass. As if to goad me further, he reaches down and pulls on my hair, keeping me deep in this kiss, but more importantly shocking me into grabbing his ass, and he moans now too, affirming. 

I push his briefs down over his ass, and feel him, warm and hard against my body. I break our kiss, scrape my nails down his chest to touch him. Even in the dim light of the room, the sight of him already so hard and eager makes me wet. I'm a good Jewish girl, and his is the only uncircumcised dick I've ever seen, but I don't think he can see me blush. I take him firmly in my hand and stroke slowly, our eyes locked on each other. I quicken my pace and he grasps at my hair again, exhaling in pleasure. He leans in as if to kiss me but his lips linger mere centimeters above mine. It appears he can tease, too.

He grabs my wrist and releases himself, pinning both my arms at my side as he kisses down the side of my neck, over my breasts, taking his time, flicking his tongue lightly over both nipples. Lowering his head, he bites gently at the skin of my stomach, my hips. He releases my wrists, but looks at me to make sure I know, that no, I am not to move. His finger runs over my damp underwear, from the crack of my ass all the way up. He gently kisses me over the fabric of my panties. I sigh, a sigh of real pleasure, and unconsciously open up for him, just slightly. Carefully, he dips under the fabric and slides one finger into me. I am tight, but slick. I have been waiting for this. As he touches me, he watches my face. I bite my lip and tug on my nipples as he looks on, ever the performer. He speeds up, presses a second finger into me. My back arches. He keeps a steady pace, sliding deeper and deeper into me, curling his fingers, searching for my G-Spot. He knows he's close; his fingers are coated beneath underwear that is now almost embarrassingly wet. My heavy breathing has become short whimpers in time with his movements. Just when I feel myself approaching the edge, he slides my panties off and tosses them aside. Finally I can open myself fully to him, and he buries his face between my legs. His tongue makes long, thorough strokes, twirls around my clit, plunges in and out of me, as if trying to taste something he'll never be able to reach. I am making low, guttural sounds now, which he seems to take as a sign. He hones in on my clit, kissing, licking, sucking, and slides two fingers back inside me, finding my spot again and working in a rhythm that causes my whole body to shake. My toes slide down his back. I bite into the back of my hand to keep from making noises that would wake the whole house. Impossibly, he picks up his pace, and before I know it I am grabbing at his hair, scratching his scalp, murmuring his name over and over until the shaking of my body subsides. 

In some cases, this tremendous release could knock me out; I would be happily asleep in minutes. But no, he has ignited me.

I sit up and take his face in my hands, and when I kiss him hungrily, I taste myself. I grab his fingers too, licking them clean, insatiable. We embrace, his hands rubbing my shoulders, down my back. I love this because I am still shaking slightly, still sensitive all over, and his soft touch is just what my body wants. I wrap both my arms around his neck, press my flesh against his. He kisses my face, his teeth tug gently on my earlobe. We look into each other's eyes for a full, pregnant moment. And then smiling, I push him back onto the bed. 

I can't describe the face he makes when I slide down onto him. I moan soft and low at the sweet feeling of being deeply penetrated. I grind my hips slowly, acclimating to the way he stretches me, but soon we are moving in rhythm, his hands on my hips, my fingers tracing down his arms, up his chest. He scratches his nails down my back and I whimper, closing my eyes. He fits so perfectly that before I can help myself I am undulating over him with what is approaching a reckless abandon. I bend down to him, the ends of my hair grazing his skin. Our bodies are warm, becoming slicked with sweat, and when I suck on his neck it is deliciously salty. He kisses me, holds me tightly, my breasts firmly pressed against him. I nip at his earlobe, and he responds by taking my breasts in his hands, sucking and biting as I ride him faster. Our eyes and hands and mouths travel all over each others bodies, gasping, breathy. There is a ferocity now to our touch. Every kiss is deeper, every bite less playful; the look in his eyes is determined. 

He pulls me off of him forcefully, flipping me onto my back. He leans close to my face again, brushes back my hair, kissing my cheek, down my neck, my collarbone, my shoulder. It tickles, but I don't laugh, just moan softly, eyes closed. I feel his hot breath in my ear. "No," he whispers. "Look at me."

My gaze meets his, curious, and with unmoving eyes he enters me again, one fluid stroke, and I cry out. Instinctively I pull my knees up, wrapping my legs around him, but when I toss my head back, his hand strokes my face, bringing my eyes back to him. He's strong, and every stroke is thorough, controlled. I contract around him involuntarily. We have found our tempo, enveloped in each other, our cheeks brushing as he pushes into me over and over again. I grasp at his hair, his ears, the beautiful crest of his hipbones, my own hips bucking wildly to meet his thrusts. My teeth tug on his bottom lip, and he makes a noise so full of arousal and longing that I get butterflies in my stomach. Our foreheads slip off each other, slicked in sweat, and I bury my face in his chest, our bodies melting into themselves, a perfect energy spreading from our interlaced fingertips. With heavy breaths, it feels as though his every exhalation fills my lungs, and mine his. We are lost in each other, caught in that one perfect moment in between the ticks of the second hand, infinite and precarious all at once. He has me.

He approaches his climax. I want to feel you, I say. I need to. I plead this over and over again as he takes my body roughly. My flesh is as insistent as my words, giving him all of me, and the warm, wet, powerful force that he fills me with turns my whispered desperation into a scream of release. I grab tightly to him, scratch my nails down his back, moaning his name. Everything falls away.

He stays inside me, the air silent except for our slowing breaths. The hurried, rough need of our bodies is gone. "Happy birthday," I whisper, and he kisses me on the forehead before sliding carefully off and curling himself against me, which is how we stay as we both fall asleep.



Happy Birthday!



All characters in this story are over the age of eighteen, cuz that's the legal age of consent in America. In this particular story, the two main characters are both 19, with the female protagonist several months older than the male one. By the way, I wrote this up in about an hour, and I didn't proofread it before publishing; it's an annoying habit of mine. Anyway, this is my first story, so I hope you guys like it! Rate and review please; it's like the oxygen we online writers breath. Without further ado, I present to you my first story!

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Sky was busy tapping her desk with her pencil, cheek puffed up and deep in thought. Her short, golden hair fell in a perfect helmet around her face, stopping just before her chin, and her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Her dilemma was something she'd forgotten about until just this morning, and the deadline was, well, today. What to do... What to do...

The girl was awoken from her trance when she felt a hand brush against her shoulder. Her best friends Kendra and Maxine grinned down at her, their flawless smiles making Sky feel inadequate. She smiled shyly up at them and murmured "Hey, guys." Her beautiful turquoise eyes shined as she beamed up at them. 

Kendra pouted and slid into a seat next to her. "Hey kiddo, what's up?" 

Sky let out a sigh and murmured "Kyle's birthday... I still don't know what to give him..." 

Maxine tapped her chin thoughtfully, as did Kendra. It was somewhat strange seeing the two girls together; they had the same mannerisms and their chocolate brown hair, along with their emerald eyes would make them look like twins, if not for the fact that one was Italian and the other Salvadorian. However, it was a sight Sky had grown used to since she first met them in third grade.

With a sly grin, Maxine whispered conspiratorially "You know what you should get him?" 

Sky shrugged and pouted "That's why I'm so worried!"

Maxine looked over to Kendra and exchanged a knowing glance, then leaned in and said in the quietest of voices, "You should give yourself to him."

Sky blinked and frowned, her innocence betraying her. Puzzled, she inquired "What?" 

With an exasperated sigh, Kendra exclaimed "She's saying to have sex with him! I mean, you've been going out with Kyle for more than two years! If you two don't have sex now, I don't know what I'll do!"

Startled, one of their coworkers from the next desk over looked at the trio, a wary expression on his face. Kendra promptly spat "Oh stop staring, you pervert!"

Sky practically shrank into her seat, cheeks blazing red from embarrassment. Her voice hushed so she wouldn't attract the attention of anyone else, she stammered," B-but Kyle's not that kind of guy, he doesn't want to do that with me! He d-doesn't think of me that way..." 

Maxine bit her lip "Oh for god's sake, yes he does! He loves you, sure, but he's a guy! He can't help fantasizing about you! I mean, look at you! You're hot!" 

"Oh... I wouldn't say that... I'm not that good-looking." 

Kendra and Maxine hissed in unison, "Yes you are!" Eyes blazing with determination, Kendra hissed "Now, we're going to give your boyfriend the best surprise of his life, and you're gonna help us, Sky!"

All the commotion had caught the attention of the office's manager, a short, middle-ages man who loved to torture the employees of the company. He scowled at the three girls and spat "What do we have here? A couple of slackers?" Sky gulped and stammered "Sir... Uh, we're-we're actually on lunch break..."

With a scoff, the manager looked at the time and scowled. "So it seems... But you have two minutes left. I'd better see you three getting back to work when that time is up, or you're all fired." At that, he walked away, grumbling about something as most grumpy old men did.

Kendra smirked, her forest green eyes practically glowing. "Sky, Maxine, meet me outside the office right after work. We're going to make this happen." 

At this, Sky blushed profusely and looked down, but Maxine only grinned with anticipation. "Let's do this."

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Sky couldn't feel more embarrassed. She was dressed in a revealing, form-fitting cat suit, complete with tails and a headband sporting cat ears. The outfit showcased her body; slight curves, a slender, toned stomach, and somewhat small, round breasts. She knelt on the floor, scratching at the wooden floorboards of the condo she and Kyle shared, waiting for him to get home. It had been over two hours since she had returned from shopping with her friends, and she was contemplating calling her boyfriend to ask where he was. 

The thought crossed her mind just as keys jangled around in the lock and the door opened. Eyes wide, Kyle dropped his briefcase and looked down at his adorable girlfriend, rendered all but speechless; which was no simple task, given how much he usually talked. The boy could make most chatty teenage girls look mute.

Running a hand through the tangled obsidian mess that was his hair, Kyle blushed at the sight of Sky in such a provocative outfit; she usually dressed so conservative she made nuns look like strippers. A myriad of thoughts rushed through his mind, among them the primal urge to pick his girlfriend up, press her against the wall, and finally take her right then and there. However, he suppressed it, although he could not suppress the bulge growing in his pants. 

Tugging at the collar of his polo shirt, Kyle frowned and asked "Those two idiots talked you into this, didn't they?" Sky only nodded in response.

Reflexively, his fists clenched. The thought of anybody coercing his sweet, innocent Sky into doing something like this made him want to punch something. Still, he had to admit, she was by far the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen; even supermodels would envy her. And in that particular outfit, it took all his willpower not to have sex with her right then and there.

Reaching his hand out, he beckoned for her to stand up. Sky took his hand and swiftly got up, smothering him in a hug. Even though she was but an inch shorter than him, she felt tiny in his embrace. Kyle adjusted his glasses and scowled down at her, then whispered viciously, "You didn't have to do all this for me."

With a blush, Sky brushed a lock of golden hair away from her eyes and looked up at her boyfriend, then replied "Well... Maybe I wanted to."

Kyle brushed her neck gently with a finger and murmured "Are you sure you want to do this?" Blue-green eyes shined up at him as Sky nodded in consent.

That was all the response Kyle needed. In one swift motion, strong hands lifted Sky off her feet as he carried her to their bedroom. Gently, he laid her down on the couch and bent down to kiss her. His lips held hers in a passionate embrace as he sat next to her on the bed. His tongue flicked against her teeth before joining hers, in a slow dance. A hand reached down to her 

underwear and pulled it down ever so slightly. One finger trailed down Sky's spine. sending electric shivers through her body. She shuddered in pleasure and arched her back, pressing herself closer to him. Kyle smirked at her cat ears and tail, then chuckled "The outfit suits you." 

With a blush, Sky smiled "Oh? How?" 

Planting a kiss on her forehead, Kyle purred "Because-" one on her cheek "you're-" now on the other side "my adorable-" another on her neck "little kitten."

Shyly, Sky slapped his shoulder lightly "Oh shut up... Kendra has a perfect body... Her breasts are huge compared to mine and there's a bit of fat around my waist."

With a smirk, Kyle hissed "What are you talking about? Sure, Kendra may be perfect, but you are more than that. You make perfect look disgusting by comparison."

Sky's cheeks blazed red and she stammered "I- I..." Before she could say another word, Kyle kissed her again, gently caressing her curves. He got on his knees on the floor and ran a finger down his girlfriend's belly, drawing an erotic sigh from her lips. She gasped, "Kyle..." 

Slowly, he tore her panties off and flung them aside, then coaxed her legs open. His tongue ran along her inner thigh, leaving a moist trail as it went. It rubbed against her clit gently, slowly making it hard. Already, Sky was close to the edge. Her lover's experienced mouth knew exactly how to stimulate her.

And stimulate he did.

In one swift motion, his tongue darted into her soaking entrance, twisting around to make her feel pleasure beyond anything she'd ever been able to cause herself.

Just as his hand began to massage her legs, Sky shivered as an orgasm swept it's way through her body, rendering her powerless. For several seconds, she lay there, motionless, basking in the glory of her climax before suddenly realizing something. 

With a blush, Sky sat up and fiddled with her fingers as Kyle looked up at her expectantly. "It's... It's your birthday, I don't want to be the only one feeling good here..."

Kyle grinned happily and replied "Making you happy is the greatest pleasure I could have..." 

Stubbornly, Sky persisted "Yes, but... I... I want you to take me... All of me." Kyle was speechless for a moment as the meaning of his girlfriend's words sunk in and he stood up slowly, nodding in understanding. Unbuckling his pants, he tossed them and his underwear into the hamper and sat on the bed with Sky. Wrapping her in a hug, he kissed her again and gently helped her lie down, her head resting comfortably on a pillow. He gazed down in both nervousness and lust at his beautiful girlfriend and murmured "Are you sure? It might hurt..." Sky blushed and nodded almost imperceptibly, then murmured "Can you at least hold my hand?" 

Kyle smiled and nodded "Anything for you, my love..." His fingers intertwined with hers as he gently pushed inside her. Immediately, a jolt of pleasure shot through him and his eyes widened. Sky purred softly, trying not to scream, but slowly grew used to it. Once she was comfortable, she nodded for Kyle to continue, and he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, not wanting to hurt her. Already, the pain was changing to immense pleasure, and Sky demanded quietly "Faster..."

Kyle obliged, thrusting into her at a slightly faster speed. Sky moaned softly, and her moans turned Kyle on more than anything else ever could. He stared down at her lovingly and kissed her, then tore her cat suit off and gently groped the perfectly shaped globes that were her breasts. They weren't large, only B cups, but they were perky and only added to her appeal. Most would prefer a busty, buxom woman, but to Kyle, Sky was the only one for him.

Most would prefer a busty, buxom woman, but to Kyle, Sky was the only one for him.

The entire time, he'd managed to keep quiet, but now he was starting to moan quietly in pleasure as he thrusted deeper inside Sky, the tip of his cock meeting her cervix. He teased her nipples, taking one into his mouth and sucking it. As he did this, he could feel her inner walls clamping down on him as if they were trying to milk him dry. It took all his might not to cum inside her right then and there. 

He didn't want this to stop. He wanted his body to be one with Sky's forever, for him to be able to pleasure her as long as she wanted. He couldn't do that, but he could prolong their mating. Just as he reached his limit, he pulled out, eliciting a whine from Sky. "Please... I want you inside me." 

Blushing, Kyle replied "I can't do it forever... But I'll try." Shifting positions, he laid down and lifted Sky up, putting her on his lap. After a short rest, he thrusted inside her suddenly and more intensely, making her eyes widen. Her breasts bounced up and down, causing Kyle's cock to become even harder than it already was. He thrusted into Sky as fast as he could, and she moaned loudly. She bucked her hips so that when he thrusted up her round, cute butt would slam down, driving him deeper inside her. 

Finally, Sky couldn't take it anymore. She screamed in pleasure and buried Kyle's face in the valley between her breasts as another all-consuming orgasm ran through her body. Shortly after, Kyle lost control and with one last thrust, he wrapped his arms around Sky's waist and his cum splashed into her womb. The two lovers shivered in each others' embrace and moaned in pleasure. Sky collapsed onto the bed next to Kyle and ran a hand through his messy hair. His obsidian eyes stared back at her lovingly and she kissed him on the lips. "Happy birthday, Kyle" she whispered happily.

"I love you." Kyle smiled and replied "I love you too." 

With one last kiss, the two fell asleep in each other's arms. 

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So yeah, there, hope y'all enjoyed that! It's my first story, so please don't flame or anything. Constructive criticism is appreciated, rate and review please!



Explorations: Happy Birthday



Author Note: This story is purely a work of fiction, and any resemblances to actual persons or situations are purely unintentional.

Normally, I write 3rd person stories that are very much novel(la)-length by the end of them. I also strive to be more realistic about BDSM, mostly B/D and D/s, since most of the stories I've read here involving the premises, while often enjoyable, are only slightly more accurate than the 50 Shades abomination was. 

I'm currently working on another story that I'm uploading here, called Of Love and Iron, that's like that. But this idea popped into my head, and I thought I'd give a go at practicing my writing skills in other areas. I'm very unused to writing short stories, and I'd appreciate feedback from anyone who takes the time to read this work, so I can get opinions on how it comes across to readers.

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I stare at Emily, unable to wipe the smirk from my face.

She stares right back, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Her eyes briefly slip down to my hand, a small piece of glossy paper held loosely between my fingers.

Seeing the photo, she gains a slight red glow to her face.

I can tell this clearly isn't what she expected when waking up on her birthday.

Though not quite as spectacular as her crimson-dyed hair, the color quickly gives an attractive flushed look to her appearance.

"What do you want?"

Her words are like a gunshot going off in the silence.

They're the first sounds made in the minutes since I'd come to her house.

Since I'd lifted the photo to her eyes without a word, and walked inside without any resistance from her.

Since I'd taken a position casually leaning against the wall, watching her mind frantically trying to work out what I'm up to.

I shrug, bringing the photo up for my own inspection.

Not that I needed to, considering how much I'd been staring at it since I'd gotten it.

"What do you want!?" she repeats in a slight shrill.

The sound is very sexy, in her low, smoky voice.

Letting my eyes move back to her, I see her glaring at the smirk still curving my lips.

"I think I want you to beg."

"W-what?" she asks, eyes going wide in surprise.

Again, I watch as her mind goes to work.

It's pretty amusing, practically seeing the dirty thoughts rolling through her overactive imagination.

I wave the photo again, remaining relaxed against the wall.

"I want you to beg," I repeat. "Beg for me to not show this around."

She stares uncomprehendingly at me, as though I was speaking a dead language that's only barely recognizable to her addled brain.

She again looks at the photo, and her blush becomes nearly neon in how bright it is on her pale skin.

She lowers her head, letting a slight curtain of red cover most of her expression.

"What was that?" I ask at her barely-audible mumble.

She trembles slightly, and looks up at me through the red.

"I said..."

She stops, clearing her throat as though the words lodged there.

"I said, please, don't show that to anyone."

She flushes even more, and I notice two distinct points through her thin T-shirt.

I hum, as if deep in thought.

"I dunno', didn't seem really sincere," I muse.

Her eyes narrow even further, but I notice heat taking form in her gaze now.

"Please, Ray, don't show that photo to anyone else?" she asks with a noticeably breathier voice.

"That does sound better... You know what I think would sell it? Make me really believe you don't want me showing this photo of you being fucked senseless around town?"

She releases a very quiet, but nonetheless present, moan at that, and her body quivers slightly.

"W-what?"

I push off the wall and make my way to her side, my eyes never separating from her own.

When I reach her, I reach out and grasp her shoulder, feeling the way her body is practically vibrating.

She lets free another of those incredibly sexy sounds at my touch.

"If you begged without this thin little shirt covering your magnificent breasts, I might believe you," I whisper, my lips nearly lying on her ear.

She shudders again, and I can almost feel her staring blankly at me in response.

"C'mon, it's not like I haven't seen them already," I reason whilst waving the photo again.

"Then what's even the point?" she counters, though there's no actual heat behind the words.

"Because who wouldn't want to see more of them? And to see if you'll embarrass yourself to get it," I retort instantly, grinning.

She glares into my eyes for another silent moment, before closing her icy-blue eyes and releasing a resigned sigh.

"F-fine."

Without any further hesitation, she grabs at the hem of her shirt and starts dragging upwards.

The fabric falls noiselessly to the floor as her 34C breasts bounce slightly.

I feel my groin stirring at the sight of them, and she turns even redder at whatever expression is on my face at that moment.

Without her shirt, the toned muscles of her torso, honed by years of athletics, are put on full, sexy display.

Her body trembles, attractive waves rolling through her stomach as her muscles tighten and spasm in anticipation to whatever she thinks is going to happen.

The air in the house is warm, so I happily attribute the shivers to other sensations running through her body.

Exposed outside the shirt, her dim-sized nipples harden even further, jutting out proudly at me.

"Very nice," I muse.

She squeaks as my hand moves out and takes a firm hold of one of the breasts, her nipple pressing roughly into my palm.

"H-hey! Y-you didn't s-say anything ab-bout touching," she protests.

I grin, listening to her words even as she arcs her back to press her breast further into my massaging appendage.

"Did I say anything about not touching?" I return.

"W-well... no," she mumbles, her eyes lowering slightly in embarrassment.

"Exactly. C'mon, look at these things. How can I not indulge myself?"

To accent my point, I begin playing with its pair, earning another low moan from her.

The more I toy with her, the more I feel my own body stirring.

Her eyes become half-lidded at my continued groping, and I revel in the sweet sounds escaping her.

When I take her nipples between my fingers and start toying with them, though, she seems to come out of her trance.

Eyes widening, she lifts her gaze to again stare at me.

"You don't seem to mind this. Maybe I should come up with something more embarrassing for you to do while begging me?" I suggest.

Her mouth opens to protest, but a very audible moan escapes her instead.

Evidently, Emily has sensitive breasts.

A very good bit of information to keep in mind going forward.

"I... do... I d-do, too, mind," she argues.

I smirk at her, watching as she audibly gulps in preparation for whatever she thinks is coming next.

I love the surprise I see when I release her breasts immediately and step back.

"Wh-wha...?"

"Far be it from me to do something you don't like," I reason. "I guess maybe I'll just go home. There's a print shop on the way. Maybe I'll see if they can get a really good scan of this photo. I wonder how much I'd make selling it as a poster?" I ask in mock consideration.

She pounces, grabbing on to my arm with shaking fingers.

"Wait!"

I raise a brow, staring at her in silence.

"Umm... I... I d-don't mind... really," she whispers.

"What don't you mind? Do you want part of the profit, or something?"

Her eyes widen almost comically, and she bites her lip in an utterly adorable fashion in indecision.

"I... my breasts... I don't mind if you keep touching them."

I shrug, putting on a mask of indifference.

"That's great, but you just said you minded. What if you change your mind while I'm enjoying myself?"

Her whole body quivers, and more of those sweet sounds leave her slightly parted mouth as she grasps what direction I'm pushing her in.

"Please, touch my breasts, Ray," she murmurs.

"And what about the photo?"

"What?"

I grin, letting my hands return to her breasts to throw her even further off-balance.

"What about the photo? Aren't you getting a little greedy, Emily?"

"I-"

I tweak a nipple, causing her entire body to tighten in response, and a low keening sound comes.

Her mouth falls open as she noisily gasps, and a very distinct scent hits my nose.

Apparently, Emily has very sensitive breasts.

"Wow, you're really enjoying yourself," I muse.

She remains hunched over, seeming to pay no attention to the world around her as I continue playing with her nipples.

"You should take your panties off, before they end up stained."

Her head whips up, eyes wide in shock at my grin.

"Unless you want to walk around all day smelling like cum. Nothing wrong with that," I muse.

"I... you... Are you serious?"

"I can make it an order, if you'd prefer. I do still have that photo you don't want going around."

Somehow, I have the feeling that the threat isn't at all necessary.

She gasps, and her back arcs, pressing her breasts further out.

Her nipples seem to respond in my hand, becoming even more rigid to my touch.

Shaking all over, she slowly traces her hands down her hips and beneath her thin, grey skirt.

She tenses as her hands grab on to whatever fabric lay beneath, and then freezes.

I extend one of my hands, gesturing impatiently at her while I continue tweaking her nipple lightly with the other.

Grimacing, she bends in on herself, and soon, a flash of pink silk is sliding down her thighs.

A slightly shining trail remains in the wake of the movement, and I grin as she finishes removing the undergarment.

"Hand them over," I command.

She seems numb and slightly out of it as she lifts her hand up and limply drops the panties into my waiting palm.

"Nice and soaked. You really are excited, huh?"

She wobbles slightly, her face now entirely resembling a tomato.

"I... I'm not. I'm not that excited," she murmurs.

I catch her looking tentatively at me, and grin at the heat in her gaze.

"Oh, no?"

I bring her panties up between us, the incredibly erotic scent of her pussy wafting between us.

Instead of the expected grimace, she lets out a new, wetter sound, from deep in her throat.

"Lick them."

Her eyes shoot back up from the panties to meet my gaze, before returning to the visibly wet garment.

Her tongue briefly flicks out to play against her tongue, a flash of pink before it vanishes again.

There's no mistaking her reactions anymore, and she seems to have resigned herself.

Tentatively, she bends her head down.

And then, she laps at the soaked cloth like a curious cat, letting her long tongue drag across a dark spot in the pink.

The fabric bunches somewhat around her wandering tongue, letting some of her panties slip into her mouth.

I move in an instant, pressing my hand upward.

She lets out a garbled squeal of a sound as her panties fill her mouth, muffling much of the noise she can produce.

Her eyes lock on me in shock, but she doesn't even attempt to spit the gag out.

"Does it taste good?"

There's an almost imperceptible nod of her head in response after a moment, and when she realizes it, she releases a strangled moan at the humiliation.

I suddenly trip her, making her squeal even as I significantly slow the speed of her fall.

She lands on the thick carpet with a soft hmph, and she glares much more heatedly at me from where she lays.

I grin anyway, staring openly at the area now revealed to me.

In her fall, her skirt has flipped over, baring her pussy to my stare.

Soft, feathery blonde hair shaved into a small heart lies just above a very engorged, pink button.

With her legs spread out from the sprawl, her light, pink labia are spread, giving a view of the tunnel hidden within.

All around her pussy, the skin glistens, clearly showcasing her arousal.

She finally notices what I'm staring at, and a soft squeak sounds.

Her pussy twitches, her lips becoming further engorged before my eyes.

I move until I'm kneeling between her spread legs, her scent rising to turn me on even further.

She watches in rapt attention as I slip my dick free from its confines, my head throbbing a twitch away from her eager pussy.

"Mind if I have a taste, then?"

My cock remains the center of her attention, a hunger shining through her eyes.

With her attention so distracted, I decide to take advantage.

She shrieks and twitches when I slip two fingers into her hole.

Her walls tighten in time with her heartbeat, squeezing on my digits as they delve deeper.

Finally, I'm in up to the last knuckle, and she squeezes mightily around them.

It's a slight struggle, sliding them back out.

She moans, seemingly in dismay as I almost leave her.

I smile at the reaction, and promptly shove back in, earning a delighted moan.

"You're so wet," I muse as her cum starts soaking into my skin.

She turns her head to the side, averting her eyes in embarrassment.

"I mean, you're really wet, Emily," I continue while starting a rhythm with my fingers.

Soon, she's bucking to meet each thrust of my fingers, and her body begins tightening in preparation for the next orgasm coming.

"What was it that got you going? Was it me playing with your luscious tits?"

Her breath audibly hitches behind her panties, but she doesn't react otherwise.

"No? Hmm..."

I frown falsely in thought, pretending to rack my brain as I speed up the pace.

Her pussy is starting to clamp down tight, making my digits grow sore as they continue sawing against her walls.

"When I was messing with your rock-hard little nipples?"

She throws her head to the side, but still manages to bite down her moan.

"Not that, either, huh? Hmm..."

I lift my thumb, and her spine goes rigid as I toy with her aroused clit.

"Is it being made to do whatever I say?" I finally ask.

As I ask, I press into her clit and twist my fingers, pressing into the top lining of her dripping tunnel.

She shrieks, and waves of cum are loosed, spraying against my hand and covering me up to the wrist.

I keep fingering her through the orgasm, making her rapidly approach another orgasm.

"Yeah, that's it," I say with a nod to myself.

She remains oblivious, her hips shaking against my hand.

Just as she's about to cum again, I pull free, and bring my hand roughly down on her clit.

The slap echoes through the room, and she goes still with a very different shrieking sound.

Her body goes limp on the floor, and her thighs rub together, desperate to bring back her interrupted pleasure.

I move forward, locking her legs wide open.

She watches as I lean forward, putting my face a bare movement away from her own.

My tongue flicks out and presses against her cheek, earning a surprised moan.

The appendage slides down, tracing the curve of her jaw and leaving a wet, burning trail to her ear.

Her spine bends when I take her earlobe in my mouth and suck, hard, drawing a whimper from her.

"No more freebies," I growl. "You want something for the rest of this, and you're going to beg for it like a bitch in heat."

She shivers, my breath burning her sensitive shell of skin.

I notice her hand moving, and in a swift blur of motion, I have her wrists pressed to the carpet above her head.

"Nope."

She grunts in dismay, earning a low chuckle from me.

"Two ways this plays out. One, you don't want me to keep going. I'll tie you up spread eagle on your bed, and make sure it'll take you at least half an hour to get yourself free. Because I'm a nice guy, I'll go grab one of your vibrators for you. Don't worry, though, I'll keep it low so it won't distract you from getting free by making you cum like a rocket."

Her eyes snap shut, and her whole body arcs into me.

A low, incredibly sexy growl rises from the back of her throat.

"On the other hand, you can do what I want, and really enjoy yourself. I'll take your drenched panties out of your mouth, and you can use those sexy little lips to beg for what you so clearly want."

She moans in response, her body straining against me.

Her labia rub briefly against the head of my dick, sending a blast of heat through my entire body.

I bite back a groan, making sure my expression is neutral again by the time she opens her eyes again.

"Snap your fingers. Once for option one, twice for option two," I command.

At that moment, I'd find either incredibly arousing, even if the first one wouldn't give either of us satisfaction for a long time.

She seems to think so, as well, her expression one of indecision.

The debate doesn't last long, though.

Two clicks sound in rapid succession, joined by her mound curling up to press against my groin again.

I release her wrists and gently pat her head, her disheveled hair feeling incredibly soft in my hand.

"Good girl."

She groans, the sound becoming louder as I slip her panties out from her clenched teeth.

Whimpers sound as I drape the pink silk over her face, the soaked fabric flooding her nose with new smells.

Her face shines wetly as her saliva drips outward, and her body jerks lightly.

"Please," she moans.

"Please what?"

A low whine sounds, and she bucks up into me.

"Please, I want to cum."

I grab her breasts, making her jerk in response.

"That's great. How?"

"What!? Please, just... do what you want," she mumbles with her whole body flushing red. "As... as long as I can cum."

She grits her teeth, seeming to be trying to resist the jolts rolling through her whole body.

I shake my head, enjoying the lust boiling in her gaze.

"What do you want?"

I accentuate the question by moving.

As I tweak both her nipples, I bring my knee forward, and gently brush along her slit.

Her legs snap nearly closed, trapping my knee against her as she desperately grinds.

"Fu-uck! " she screeches.

I slap her thigh, the hit light but enough to get the point across.

She accepts, slowly prying their fantastic heat apart.

"So close. Almost there. Now use your words," I order.

She stares at me for a moment, seeming indecisive once again.

Then, I tweak her nipples again, and she throws her head back.

"I want your dick, Ray! Fuck!"

"That's not how you ask a favor," I chastise, even while my dick is straining to get into her.

She whines loudly, her hands clamping onto the carpet.

"Ray, please, stick your cock in me! I'm so goddamn hot!"

She squeals as I pound inside, my dick slipping to the base into her in one thrust.

Her pussy immediately clamps down, trying to pull me even further into her.

The friction as I pull back out sends a ripple of pleasure through us both.

"Holy fuck!"

Her eyes snap closed at the sensation.

I had apparently gotten her more keyed up than I thought, because it only took two strokes before she comes.

Her pussy convulses around me, the muscles rippling incredibly along my shaft.

I ride through the waves she's drawing from me, though I can't say the whole scenario had left me anything resembling calm, either.

Her hips buck and roll into me, her movements drawing me ever closer.

"If you keep shaking your ass, I'm gonna' cum," I warn.

She grimaces, but we both know as she moves into another orgasm that she isn't stopping her hips.

"Please, Ray, don't cum in me," she moans, the last 'e' dragging for several syllables as convulsions overtake her again.

I grit my teeth and pull back.

Her pussy grips tightly the entire time, making it a struggle to resist my own orgasm.

Finally, though, after a very uncomfortable eternity, I slip free from her with a pop.

I feel my cum rising quickly as soon as I do, and realize there's no more holding back.




Explorations: Happy Birthday



I quickly crawl up her body, and her eyes widen when I take a firm handhold of ruby hair.

She opens her mouth to protest, and it's all I need to slip my cock a good distance towards her throat.

She makes a muffled grunting sound, but her lips lock around my shaft.

"Drink my cum down," I order with a grunt.

Any reply she might have made is cut off as my orgasm overtakes me.

My body jerks violently, my hips bucking into her face as I cum into her mouth.

Vibrations roll through me as she hums, her cheeks puffing slightly outward as she goes to work swallowing.

Her breathing is incredibly heavy around me as she works, her tongue cleaning every drop of cum from me.

When I'm finally spent, I promptly fall to the carpet next to her, our breathing the only sound in our house.

We remain like that for what seems like an eternity, her head resting on my outstretched forearm.

Finally, Emily releases a loud sigh and sits up.

Her body makes several audible pops as she stretches.

I watch the curves of her form arc as she moves like a feline, her breasts jutting enticingly from the bend.

"Like what you see?" she asks in that sexy, low whisper of hers.

A predatory smirk curves her lips, and I feel my dick throb in response.

"You have to ask?" I quip.

A light, airy giggle leaves her throat, and slowly, she crawls beside me.

Her head comes to rest on my shoulder, and I feel the sated smile pressing against my neck.

She suddenly wraps around me, and I feel her warmth pressing incredibly against me.

Another twitch, and she's witness to this one.

One of her hands slips down my side and gently grasps me, earning yet another pulse, this time into her palm.

I hear another giggle.

"Looks like you're raring for more."

I grin back at her, watching as she lets her head descend.

"Can you blame a guy?"

She presses me lightly against her cheek, rubbing against me in an incredible display.

"Thank you," she says earnestly, a grin curving her lips.

I smile down at her, loving the way she purrs when I run my hand through her hair.

"Happy birthday, babe," I murmur.

"I'd wondered what you'd wanted to record us for."

"Bet you're glad you didn't ask too many questions, huh?"

"You have no idea!" she gushes.

"Glad you enjoyed," I laugh.

She fakes shock, staring at me with comically wide eyes.

"Enjoyed? I did not enjoy that, Ray! I fucking loved it! Shame, though. As amazing as this was, I can't imagine you remember all the fantasies, and I've told you some astounding ones."

"Don't I?" I challenge.

Her face flushes sexily, a hopeful smile curving her lips.

"I guess I'll just have to wait and see, huh? Just you wait 'til the anniversary," she whispers.

Her breath plays against my dick, making it jerk powerfully once more, to another light giggle from her.

"And now, I think I, and probably this guy down here, want to balance the score a bit. What was it, about seven to one?" she muses, her thoughtful frown incredibly erotic with how close her mouth is to my dick.

"I thought nine, actually, but who's counting?" I boast with a grin.

With a happy sound in the back of her throat, she moves her lips to take me in her mouth again.

The photo of us lays silently to the floor, well-past forgotten by the time my girlfriend exhausts us both...



Happy Birthday



"Babe, so what do you want me to wear for your birthday?" 

My 24th birthday was approaching and my fiancée, and girlfriend of four years, never failed to ask me what I wanted her to wear for my birthday. 

This year, the plan was to go to a salsa nightclub and do some dancing. And of course, the choice was hers. I had never been much of a dancer, much less with salsa music. 

She had been nagging that she wanted us to take some salsa dancing lessons so we could enjoy some fun nights of sexy dancing, but we just never got around to it. 

"Why don't you wear some of those shiny, liquid leather leggings? You look amazing in those." 

She really did. But it wasn't just those pants that she looked stunning in, she looked stunning in just about anything. She is a girl who will make you fall in love with her smile, but yet it is also impossible to ignore her beautiful, round, and plump bubble-butt. Not to mention her gorgeous legs which look amazing on a petite figure like hers. I usually catch guys checking her out, but lucky for her I am not the jealous type; unlike her ex-boyfriends. 

Well, maybe a little jealous... or maybe the opposite. It tends to vary. 

Somehow over the years, I had a certain fantasy grow on me stronger every day. It was so strong that I had to tell my fiancée about it, and I did... during sex. I fantasized about her past sexual experiences and started obsessing over wanting to know everything she had ever done. When I first told her about it, she thought I was crazy and was initially shy about telling me about her ex-lovers. Over time, and sometimes against her will, she told me many things which now make me go crazy, but the good kind of crazy. It turns out she wasn't the good girl she appeared to be, as she had had twelve different sexual partners before me (might I add that we started dating when she was 19, and she is now 24). 

I felt a little bothered at first that my fiancée, my future wife, the love of my life, and possible mother of my future children had been close and intimate with so many other guys, especially since she has been the only woman I've been with. Yet somehow my feelings took a 180 degree turn when she started including details in her confessions. Over time, she learned to feel comfortable sharing details about how crazy she would get during sex sometimes. I will never forget when she confessed that she begged one of her lovers not to wear protection, and to come inside her because she had been dying to know how it felt. I will also never forget when she confessed that she gave her "high school sweetheart" a hand job under the sheets (which was the first dick she ever touched) while they were watching a movie in their hotel room during a school field trip...while all their friends were there. Or my favorite confession, about the stranger (now her friend) with whom she got intimate with during a frat party in college, and who she claims was so good in bed that he almost gave her a heart attack because he did her so good that he made her squirt. 

But she is a very classy woman with a great job, a college degree, and overall a good reputation, despite her past, which she left behind once we started building our relationship. And although she had many, many adventures with many guys, (mind you I only talked about who she slept with, not who she messed around with; that's a whole different story) she did not have a bad reputation. Most of the guys she slept with or messed around with pretty much kept their hook ups with her to themselves, and so did she. 

So my fantasy kept on growing, and I felt guilty about wanting what I wanted. But my only wish was to have my fiancée, my one and only, to get extra friendly and intimate with someone other than myself. 

It took me a while to man up and tell her about this new and evolved fantasy I had, but I did. Of course, she reacted exactly the way I thought she would. She said it was hard enough to tell me about her past lovers, and that if I really loved her, I would not want to share her with anyone else. This made me feel even worse, but me being the persistent person that I am, still had hope to play out my fantasy in real life. 

"Okay, so I guess I can wear the leggings. They're so comfy, you love them...everybody loves them! Win-win," she said with a beautiful smile, followed by a naughty little wink. 

I adored the way she looked in her black leather-like, skin-tight, smooth leggings. It made her beautiful long legs and her round bubble-butt so shiny that whenever and wherever she would wear them, she would be the center of attention. Sometimes she wouldn't want to wear them for that same reason. She didn't want to draw too much attention since she said that she felt "over the top". But of course I didn't mind. Every time she would wear them, I would catch guys staring (so did she) at her amazing legs and her perfect bubble-butt. 

The day of my birthday arrived, and I was a man with a plan. I had my fantasy of her being unfaithful in mind and just maybe it would happen tonight. To my advantage, she was always extra nice on my birthdays, and she was always willing to do just about anything to please me on my special day. Of course I would use this to my advantage. 

"I went to the mall and bought this outfit. What do you think?" she asked as she walked into our apartment. She mentioned she had also gotten a manicure and pedicure. She was looking stunning already. "I got some heels, a cute little spaghetti shirt, and a cute blazer. I hope you like it," she said as she gave me a small kiss. She stepped in to shower and it was finally time for the party. After she finished cleaning up, she dressed up, looking amazing in her flirty, yet elegant and classy outfit. She put on her new little blazer, with a small spaghetti shirt under, liquid leather leggings, some sexy and flirty heels, along with some fancy jewelry. She decorated her beautiful lips with a shiny pink lip gloss that just flirted with whoever was lucky enough to stand in front of her; a total "hottie". 

I invited some of my friends to my party, but most of the invitees were friends of hers, which was totally fine by me. More girls, more fun, right? 

A couple of my friends got there, many of them were my friends from the gym who were very good with the ladies. I don't want to say I was an exception, but it was different as I am in a relationship. 

"Hey you want some drinks?" I asked my fiancée. She loves those margaritas and she wasn't going to say no to them on my birthday. I counted her having at least three of those by 11:15 PM (the club closed at 2:00 am). I was also drinking, but also trying to stay on top of things. 

I had to stay on top of my game. My plan was to play cupid tonight, and I wasn't going to back down. 

I tried not to stop and think about what I was about to do, as my plan was to hook up my fiancée with one of my buddies. I didn't want to feel guilty. Tonight was about fun, and it was about me. It was about bringing my fantasy to real life. 

I tried dancing with her for a little while, but I gave up as she only wanted to dance the difficult songs. I couldn't keep up. I could notice her slight disappointment, but she kept insisting that it was okay. She also insisted we should really take those dance lessons. 

By around 11:30 PM, most of the guests had gotten to the club and we were all having fun. My fiancée was on her fourth drink by now. She was happy and she was enjoying herself. She gets social and very, VERY friendly when she drinks, so I thought this was the perfect opportunity for me to make a move. 

"Hey baby, have I introduced you to David? He's my friend from the gym" 

David and I work out together regularly. He had never met my fiancée since we barely hang out outside of the gym. He is very respectful to girls, and as a result he has a lot of them after him. I really like David as a person, because of all of his good qualities. So much that if I had to choose someone to share my girlfriend with, it would be him. And I did. He was the chosen one. 

David had mentioned that he loved to dance, and one of the reasons why he got a lot of girls was because of that reason exactly, because girls LOVE a man who knows how to dance. Of course he is also a personal trainer and his physique is impeccable. 

"Nice to meet you, David" my fiancée said to him wearing a huge grin on her beautiful face. By this point, David had been drinking for a little while too, so he was a little more social and talkative than he usually is. 

She leaned in to greet him with a cheek kiss. My little experiment seemed to be starting with a step in the right direction. 

The three of us hung out for a while, and talked about how the club was so fun and how the music was fun and so different from other nightclubs around town. We talked until I felt that they felt comfortable enough with each other to carry a conversation on their own. 

"Hey I'll leave you two alone for a bit, let me go get some more drinks for the guests," I said as I very lightly pushed him a little closer to her. 

The guests had finished the bottle of vodka on the table, so I really did have to get more drinks for them. As I went to the bar, I asked the waiter to take another bottle to our table, but I decided to have a drink by myself at the bar and sit back and watch my fiancée and David talk with each other. They must have not even noticed I was gone as they talked and laughed with each other. She kept putting her hand on his shoulder, almost as if she was flirting with him. They were getting along perfectly. 

About fifteen minutes went by, and I decided to go back and check on them, just in case they were being shy with each other. 

"Baby, has he told you he is amazing at dancing salsa?" I asked. 

"Really, friend!? Why didn't you tell me? I love dancing!" she said to him, wearing a huge smile. 

"Dude come on, show her how good you are" I said before he could say anything. 

"Are you sure, man? Are you cool with that? I don't want you getting mad," he said. 

"If she's okay, I'm okay," I responded. 

"Babe it's just dancing it's not a big deal!" she said as she quickly grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. 

They danced like they had been dancing with each other forever. She kept on smiling, so happy. She kept looking up at him with her perfect smile as he swung her stunning body from side to side, grabbing her by the hips, with her hand on his shoulder. They kept saying things to each other, every time which ended with her laughing so hard while looking at him in the eyes. 

They came off the dance floor holding hands, after dancing two songs straight. I couldn't help but notice that they were being perceived as a romantic couple by everyone at the club, including myself. 

"Wow! Why didn't you all tell me you were professional dancers?" I asked them sarcastically. 

They both looked at each other and laughed. 

"I'm going to go get some more drinks for us," I said as I walked over to the bar. 

I asked the waiter to take them some drinks, while I sat at one of the bar stools and watched them socialize. 

When their drinks got there, they didn't seem notice it wasn't me who brought them the drinks, but the waiter. They quickly grabbed their drinks and took a sip. Then they did something that caught my attention. I noticed she took out her phone and punched in some numbers, as did he. My experiment was taking on a whole new level. 

They were exchanging numbers already. So soon after meeting... 

They were both instantly attracted to each other, obviously, since they couldn't wait until the end of the night to get each other's number. This was the point where I felt that my fantasy was starting to come true. I didn't know how to feel as I was not used to my fiancée giving out her phone number to another man, especially in front of me. I felt scared, jealous, and a little angry, but my excitement took over all of those emotions. I could not believe what I was seeing. I looked around to see if any of her friends, or my friends were still there. Many of my friends had left the club, but I could tell many of her friends were bad-mouthing her since they could all see how shamelessly close and friendly she was getting to my friend David... in front of them and in front of everyone. We all saw them exchange numbers after dancing with each other exclusively for a number of songs, not caring about who was watching, I didn't want any rumors to spread about my fiancée, but it seemed inevitable at this point. I thought to myself, "No risk, no reward." 

I went back to them and started making small talk. 

"Are you guys tired of dancing already or what?" 

"Of course not babe! Let's go dance, friend" my fiancée said as she grabbed David's hand and led him to the dance floor one more time. I went to the bar to grab a drink to sit down and enjoy the show once again. There was nothing more exciting to me than watching them dance. I enjoyed watching them getting more comfortable with each other's bodies with every song. Every song meant they would get closer together, tried riskier dance moves, and created more sexual tension between each other. 

After about three songs, they came off the dance floor. 

I noticed her go to our table and take off her blazer, as well as her shoes. Apparently her high heels were becoming too much of a problem to dance in comfortably, and her blazer was becoming a problem too as she was sweating profusely. 

With her soft bare feet, perfectly pedicured toes, leather leggings, and spaghetti top that showed off her beautiful breasts, she grabbed onto David's hand and led him back to the dance floor to enjoy of him some more. 

The last song to play was a romantic ballad, and it didn't look at all like they were planning to get different dancing partners. By this time, all our friends had left, and who knows what they had been saying about my fiancée among themselves. I was still at the bar, and had paid for all their drinks so we could go back home as soon as they finished dancing with each other. As the slow romantic ballad played, I noticed that they weren't laughing and smiling now. The mood had changed to a more luscious and romantic one, with them constantly looking at each other in the eyes. I could feel the sexual tension between them two, and so could everyone else in the club. My fiancée and David were whispering in each other's ears, faces touching, confessing their admiration for each other. She would tip-toe in her bare feet just to reach his ear since he was that much taller than she is. 

After the song ended they headed back to the table and so did I. 

"Wow you guys look like you had fun," I said with a smile. 

"Baby he is amazing! I LOVE my new dancing partner," she said laughing, as she looked at him. 

"Let's go back to my place and have a little after party on our own! " I suggested. 

"Okay, but one of you has to carry me to the car! I don't want to ruin my pedi!" my fiancée said as David quickly picked her up without giving me a chance to do so myself. She clinged on to him since she didn't want to put her shoes back on, and didn't want to get her beautiful feet dirty either. 

We all jumped into my car, since David had been dropped-off at the club and didn't have his car with him. He had to go home with us. 

David put her down in the back seat and as he did, he walked toward the front passenger seat to sit next to me and be my co-pilot. 

"Hey! Where are you going?" my fiancée asked in a sad voice. "Come sit with me friend, I don't want to sit alone." 

David being the respectful guy that he is, looked at me for permission. Without saying anything, I knew what he was thinking. He was drunk but he still wanted to respect me. 

"Come on man, you heard her. Don't abandon her now," I said with a smile. 

It was about a fifteen minute drive from the club to my place, and throughout the drive home, I could not resist looking at the rear view mirror and notice her getting close to him. 

"I'm so tired from dancing!" she said as she leaned her head on his shoulder. He put his hand over her for the first ten minutes. Within the last five minutes, I looked through the mirror again and saw something that took my excitement to a whole new level... 

Not only was his arm around her. Not only was her head on his shoulder. They were holding hands...just like a loving couple. 

By this point, they looked as if they had been in a romantic relationship for at least a few years. I was not sure if to ignore this, or to let them know that I knew what was going on and also approved of it. 

We all walked to the front door, with them holding hands on the way to the door. I was now one hundred percent sure that not only were they into each other, but they weren't going to keep their hands off of each other just because of the simple fact that I was there. 

We walked inside our apartment. 

"I'm going to clean up and get some shoes" said my fiancée as she walked over to the restroom to get cleaned up. David and I stayed in the living room area. 

"She's into you bro. Do what you have to do to make her happy and don't stop because of me," I told him. 

"But she's your fia..." 

"If she's happy, we're all happy," I interrupted him. 

The look on his face was priceless. He didn't know if I was being serious or not, but yet he took my word for it. I went to the fridge and got some drinks for us (they were for them actually) and put them on one of the tables in the living room. 

"He likes you a lot" I text-messaged my fiancée while she was in the restroom cleaning up. I wasn't sure if she would see the message or not, but I just wanted to make sure that they were on the same page. I was playing cupid after all. 

It turns out, she did see the message while she was cleaning up. 

"I do too! Can you tell?" she responded, being up front about it. She is usually shyer, but all those drinks gave her a different personality. I wasn't complaining. 

"Okay I am back and squeaky clean!" said my fiancée as she came back with some flip-flop sandals that showed off her perfectly pedicured feet, a beautiful and tight ponytail, her lips perfectly glossed, her little spaghetti top, and her sexy liquid leather leggings. 

"I still feel like dancing," she said while looking and David. I could tell she was now about one drink away from getting drunk. The tone of her voice just gave it away, even though she looked as perfect as ever. She sat next to David on the couch. 

I knew exactly what to do. 

I grabbed the remote and put some slow, romantic music on the TV stereo. My two test subject behaved exactly according to plan. 

I felt my fantasy was about to come to life... 

David got up and grabbed some of the drinks I had left for them on the living room table. "One for me and one for you," he said as they opened their drinks and took a sip. He then grabbed her hand and pulled her up to dance. She followed without thinking about it twice. I was still in the kitchen, watching from afar. I grabbed a drink and sat down to enjoy the show, one more time. 

They started dancing slowly, just where they had left off at the nightclub. His hands on her hips, and her hands around him, slowly caressing his hair. They were talking to each other very quietly, while looking at each other in the eyes. This went on for about two songs. The third song was when the magic finally happened. 

They started dancing as close as they could physically be to each other. His wandering hands were not on her hips anymore, but they started moving into her lower back and a little bit more south right to her perfect bubble-butt. 




Happy Birthday



She did not seem to mind at all. As soon as he put his hands down there, she looked at him with a mischievous grin and they made eye contact for about five seconds before it happened... 

They kissed... 

They finally kissed. After long hours of sexual tension between the two, it finally happened. Their lips sealed together perfectly... beautifully. Their kiss was "movie-kissing-scene" material. It was the most perfect and beautiful kiss I had ever witnessed. My beautiful petite fiancée tiptoed in order to kiss him from a better angle, since he is a tall guy. Doing so, leaving the perfect spot for her gorgeous butt to be grabbed. Of course, David did not let go of the wonderful opportunity and grabbed a handful of my beautiful fiancée's perfectly round bubble-butt. This seemingly caused her to bite his lip. Things were getting hotter and hotter by the second. 

He picked her up, holding on to her butt as she wrapped her legs, along with her shiny pants, around his waist tightly. The kiss had gone on for long enough, about five minutes or so. The pink gloss from her beautiful lips was long gone by now. After that, the action continued on my leather couch. He sat her down in regular position and put his arm around her. They looked at each other, then he leaned into her ear and told her something that turned her on because after that, it was the start of another long make out session. I had the biggest erection being the front row spectator, but also knowing that they completely forgot that I was there. 

My beautiful, gorgeous, petite fiancée then got on top of him, in a cowgirl position, and continued kissing him as she dropped her sandals to the floor. I still remember the sound they made when they dropped to the floor. They were the first article of clothing to come off between the two, and she removed them her own will. She had decided to let go. That sound wasn't just her sandals hitting the floor, it was the sound of her surrender; it was the surrender of her mind, body, and spirit to him...only him. 

The next thing to come off was her spaghetti top. This revealed her beautiful and perfectly sized breasts, although they were still being covered by her bra. 

If there is one thing about my fiancée, is that she loves getting her nipples sucked. That is the magic key to the surrender of her body. Suck her nipples, and she's all yours. I mean, ALL yours. 

David wasted no time. He unhooked her bra in what seemed less than a second. She put her hands around him and put her breasts right in his face, giving him the signal to start sucking and playing with her beautiful breast and beautiful nipples. It wasn't long before he already had her moaning like an untouched virgin. 

Then it was her turn to play. She unbuttoned David's shirt. "Oh my god," I heard when she saw David's abs. The hard work he put in the gym always paid off for him, as he always got the same reaction from the girls he slept with... or so he says. She got off of him, and she got off the couch, got on her knees and started kissing, licking, and worshipping his abs. I could not believe what I was seeing. So perfect. On her knees, with her foot soles perfectly soft, pink, and smooth. Curling her toes while worshipping another man's body. She was a different person than what she had been with me. She was revisiting her past. 

She unzipped his pants, brought down his underwear and was amazed. "Oh god...it's huge!" she said. 

"Try it," he said. 

And she did just that. 

She grabbed his dick with her right hand, cupped his balls with her left, and put the tip in her mouth. He let out a huge moan. She went to town on his dick, putting it in her mouth deeper than she had ever done with mine. Deeper than what I thought was possible. All I saw was her head going up and down. He grabbed her by her cute ponytail and started pushing and pulling her head up and down. It seemed like an eternity of her sucking and worshipping his cock, but neither of them was complaining. Especially her. She was in another world. His cock was like a drug and she was addicted to it. 

After over twenty minutes of David having his cock and balls in and around her mouth, she went up to him and whispered something in his ear, to which he nodded to. 

She got up from her kneeling position and he got up from the couch. She grabbed his hand and led him to our bedroom; our place of utmost privacy, the place where we went to get away from the world and be intimate with only each other. Only this time, she was about to do this with another man. She looked so perfect wearing nothing but her shiny leggings. It was my most favorite outfit for her to wear, and just to think that she was sexually pleasing and surrendering herself to a man whom she had just met turned me on like crazy. 

I was praying, hoping that they didn't close the door on me. But since they probably didn't even remember I was in the apartment, they left the door open. Then she turned on the lamp we had in the room, so I was still able to get a glance of the action first hand with no problem. 

He laid her down in the bed and they started kissing once again (she doesn't even kiss ME that much). Her legs wrapped around him so tight, as if she didn't want him to leave; ever. As much as I loved those leggings, I knew they were going to come off eventually. David began to play with her by putting his hands inside her leggings and squeezing her butt. Then he proceeded to play around with her some more by softly pulling up her thong. They laughed and kissed for a while before the shiny leggings finally came off; no surprise there. He had taken all his clothes off by this point, and the only thing that was keeping her from being completely naked was her cute little thong. He played around with my beautiful fiancée's body for a little longer. He then put his fingers inside her pussy with her thong still on which is something that drives her nuts. 

He kissed the inside of her legs and slowly started pulling down her underwear. It came off incredibly easy and fast, as he went to work on her beautifully shaved pussy. She started moaning like I had never heard before. Her hands trying to hold on to the sheets, she was biting her lip, curling her toes, arching her back, rolling her eyes back, and grabbing on to his hair. 

"We should use a condom. Where do you have them?" he asked. 

"Sorry honey, not tonight," she responded quickly as she kissed him once more. 

She opened her legs, and told him to get on top. She grabbed his dick and guided it into her beautiful pussy. She was so dripping wet that it practically just glided in with no problem whatsoever. 

It had just happened... 

"Ohh!" she yelled. 

"OH MY GOD!" she continued. 

"It's inside!" she yelled once again, in disbelief. 

Her legs went up into the air as her body squirmed. She scratched his back in what was almost an instant orgasm when he put his dick inside her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as if she was possessed. It was something I had never seen before. 

"I. Love. You!" she screamed. She would say one word for every time he thrust his dick inside her. 

They kept on having sex, but never failing to kiss and make out while doing so. Especially when doing missionary position, they could not keep with lips off each other. 

I was watching my friend take control of my beautiful fiancée. Of course she was nothing innocent herself, as she suggested they try doggy-style. It was a wonderful experience, getting to see the love of my life getting drilled from behind as she came close to orgasm. They then switched positions, as she arched her back with a pillow under and threw her legs up in the air, allowing him to go as deep inside of her as he could. 

What really got her to climax though, wasn't anything fancy. They switched to a spooning position for a while, with one of her legs up in the air, which reminded me of a ballerina. They were having the time of their lives. He kept kissing my fiancée's neck, ears, and cheeks from behind her. Every time he did, she would smile and kiss him back. Then he started playing with the upper part of her pussy which really aroused her. As he did, he worked his hands up to her sexy nipples and that's when she just couldn't hold it anymore. 

"Oh my god! THAT FEELS SO GOOD!" 

"Go harder, honey! Harder! Harder!" 

And then... 

"Ohhh..." she said, rolling her eyes back as she reached orgasm. 

Her body was shaking... trembling as she tried to hold on by grabbing the sheets. She was in a state of trance. She had chills all over her body and slowly starting moving her hand towards her pussy to feel all the wetness. She leaned back to kiss David a couple of times. 

But David wasn't done. 

"You are amazing," she said as leaned back to kiss his lips once more. 

He kissed her back, but didn't respond to her complement as he started thrusting his cock inside her again. 

"What are you doing? Hey! What are you...?" 

David didn't let her finish as he began to thrust his dick violently inside my future wife once again, this time harder than ever. 

"Wait! What are you..." she tried to say, as the real magic finally happened. 

David had planted his seed inside my fiancée...the love of my life... 

"Ohhh!" they both let out a moan at the same time as they climaxed together. He didn't pull out immediately. He left his dick inside as it pumped all of its semen inside her beautiful body. It wasn't long before all of the semen started dripping out of her pussy and onto the bed sheets, but she wasn't complaining. Not one bit. 

Not only that, but I realized he accomplished what I had never been able to do, which was make her orgasm twice...consecutively. She reached down to see how much semen he had actually shot inside her beautiful, gorgeous pussy. 

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" she kept saying. She couldn't believe he had made her climax twice in a row. 

"Oh my god! I'm so wet! Is this normal? I really have to go clean up," she said nervously. She got up from bed and ran towards the restroom. 

All this time I had been looking in from the hallway, but immediately hid in another room close by because I didn't want to kill the mood. And I'm glad I didn't. 

She cleaned herself up first, and then grabbed some towels for David to clean up in the bedroom. 

As she entered the bedroom, she smiled at David and said, "Wait, I don't need towels. I can clean you up myself." 

She threw the towels to the floor, crawled back into bed with him, and went right back to work. She very slowly licked all of the left over semen on and around David's penis and made sure there was not a trace left behind. She then proceeded to swallow everything. 

I could not believe what she had just done. She had never done that with me. 

I realized she had just submitted herself to him completely, with this being the icing on the cake. She belonged to him, and she was his property now... 

"I'm going to text my friend to come pick me up," David told her as he gave her a small peck on the lips. 

"But In the meantime, you're still mine," she said, responding with a peck of her own. 

She got up and put on a bra, put on some underwear, and some sexy leggings she wears as pajamas around the apartment. Then they went back to bed, laying down and never failing to give pecks (or as she calls them, "baby kisses") to each other on their lips and bodies every few seconds. 

The phone rang and it was David's friend. He was outside. 

She walked him to the door and kissed him good night. 

"I wish you could have stayed, friend. You better call me. At least text me," she said as she put her hand behind his head, gently caressed his hair, and looked at him in the eyes. 

"I love you," she said softly... 

Those words came out of her mouth so naturally, and sounded so true. I knew this was real since I patiently waited nine months into our relationship before she said them to me. But David had pushed all of her right buttons tonight, and those words were as honest as they got. 

She closed her eyes and leaned in for their final kiss of the night. 

"Don't worry," he said as he leaned down to give her the perfect goodbye kiss they both deserved, and then proceeded to squeeze and spank her sexy bubble-butt one last time. She opened the door for him and he left. 

I went back into our bedroom, where the magic had just happened and decided to wait for her there. She walked in and smiled at me with the most beautiful smile in the world. She crawled into bed with me and started kissing me. 

I could taste David in her mouth. The kiss tasted a little funny, a little salty, but I wasn't complaining. Those soft lips and her mischievous tongue were still the same ones that had driven me crazy ever since I've been with her, and it didn't matter to me where they had been. 

We continued kissing for a while when finally, 

"Happy birthday, baby boy. I'm going to bed. I'm tired and drained. I love you. Goodnight," said my beautiful princess as she got under the sheets, turned over and fell asleep.



Happy Birthday



The text makes you blink a couple of times and whisper to yourself, "What?" You read it again, "Answer the phone when I call you." You send back, "Why?"

"Just do it," I send back.

Nervously, you wait for me to call and when the phone goes off, you click "answer" and breathe softly, "Hello?"

"Mmmm," I breathe, "I want to kiss you hard. Bite your lip and then lick my way down to your neck, and bite you right where your pulse pounds at the base of your throat."

"Baby, stop it." Your voice goes to a pitch you didn't know you had in you, "I'm sitting at my desk and g-"

"I know you are. I want to crawl under your desk and grab your knees, pull your chair as close as I can and kiss the insides of your fucking amazing thighs until you're ready to cum before I even put my mouth on your pussy."

"Jesus, Babe!" You hiss, running a hand through your hair and glancing around desperately as if everyone can hear what I'm saying.

"I want my tongue in your pussy," I continue in a husky voice.

Your throat feels like sandpaper when you swallow hard, your face burning bright red as you stare at the top of your desk now, your breathing picking up as you begin to picture the scene I'm playing out with words. "You do, do you," you manage to ask in a somewhat normal voice, just a bit rough around the edges.

I sigh now, knowing you don't want me to stop, "Oh yeah, I do," I answer with a sultry purr. "I want my tongue in your pussy. I want to suck your clit so hard..."

You tense, your stomach clenching at the words and the tone of my voice, and your mouth drops open as you notice how wet you are.

I can hear your heavy breathing and that just makes me wetter. Knowing I'm turning you on is more than I could ever have asked for, "What do you want me to do with my fingers?"

You close your eyes and shake your head sadly, "I can't say," you whisper and bite your lip.

"Do you want them in your hair?"

"Yes."

"On your breasts, scratching lightly over your nipples?"

"Yes."

"Are they hard?"

Your breath hitches and you push past it, forcing the air out of your lungs, "What?" They are hard. Painfully hard. Trying to poke out through your three layers of clothing. "Yes," you finally admit in a low voice.

"Baby..." I begin, my heart starting to race, "are you wet?"

You almost whimper, holding back at the last second. "I- yes."

"Really wet?" I ask, breathing in and out heavily.

Squirming uncomfortably in your seat, opening your eyes to glance around, and then closing them again as you answer, "Yes."

"How wet?" I press, sitting on the edge of my couch, back straight, straining to hear the answer.

You have to figure out how to answer without blatantly announcing what we're talking about, "To an uncomfortable degree," you finally reply.

"So it'd be easy to get my fingers inside you if I were under your desk, then?"

"God..." you groan quietly. "Yes, it would."

"How many?"

"What?" you squeak.

"How many fingers could I fit inside without hurting you, if I were there right now with my hand in your pants?"

You're starting to lose it. Your eyelashes flutter and you grip the phone until your knuckles turn white, "Three."

"Then imagine I've got three fingers buried in you. Imagine how my fingers would feel, pushing in and out, painting and stroking inside your pussy. Can you feel them?"

"Yes," you groan, dropping your head forward and clenching your thighs together tightly.

"Do you want them? Do you want them to fuck you?"

"Yes," you gasp desperately, breathing raggedly, your pants wet through your underwear, clit throbbing and pulsing with need.

"Good. Now listen." I begin my story, "I'd drag those shorts down over your hips, thighs, knees, and off. Mmmm, I bet I could tell how wet you are just by looking at you. I'd trail a fingertip lightly over the dampness and I bet you'd squirm a little, wouldn't you, baby?"

It's hard to speak, but you do it, "Yes."

Smiling a satisfied smile, I continue, "I'd place a hand on the inside of each knee and spread those long, beautiful legs of yours. Then I'd drop my lips to one bare thigh and place a series of soft kisses along them. I'd switch to the other quivering thigh and put my hands to work getting rid of those little panties you're wearing. Now that you're naked from the waist down, I know I'd smell you and how hot you are."

Behind your closed eyelids, the scene is playing perfectly in your head. Without trying too hard, you can imagine my hair across your knee and you can almost feel my lips kissing and teasing your thighs.

"I'd swirl my tongue in circles up one of your thighs and back down the other, until you whimper and buck towards me. And that would be the last straw for me, baby." I sigh long, biting my lip, "Your wet, open pussy so close, waiting for my mouth... I'd be crazy if I didn't take a taste."

Imagining my pink tongue sliding out of my mouth and onto your pussy makes you grind your teeth hard, the noise echoing in the air around your ears, sounding magnified, pulsing electrically. You gasp, "Oh fuck."

"Oh baby, I'd start slow. Licking with the softest, sweetest, most tender strokes, just the tip of that tongue teasing through your folds." I groan loudly and you know I'm touching myself. There's no way a sound like that happens without any action at all. And that just makes you 100 times hotter.

You imagine reaching down to grab fistfuls of my hair. You know it'd feel good... slow, sensual, lazy. "Please," you find herself breathing on an exhale, the word coming out airy and light, but no less filled with need than if you'd screamed it.

The word slams against my senses as if it had been burned into my skin with a soldering iron, and I moan my own arousal, "You wouldn't have to beg, baby. I'd push my tongue into your tight little pussy, feeling the muscles squeeze around it. God damn, I bet you'd taste so fucking good."

You groan, long and low, throwing your head back. You see your own legs, spread wide and your hips rocking firmly forward, thighs clenching around my head as you feel my tongue move into you. Outside your mind, sitting in the office of your house, you're so fucking wet it's almost a shame. And you want to touch yourself so bad it almost hurts. You take a chance and slide your hand under the waistband of your shorts. "Shit," you whisper, "baby, I'm so fucking hot." You move slowly but impatiently, working your body up and praying you don't scream when you cum.

I grunt, "Mmm. Good. God I'm wet, too." I close my eyes and continue, "I'd reach up under your tank top, find a nipple and squeeze it. Roll it around in my fingers until it's hard and aching. I bet that'd make you fuck my face even harder." My body tightens and I groan, "I'm going to cum so hard. I am so fucking close." I arch my back, feeling my muscles tighten and my thighs shiver, "I'm gonna cu-fuck, fuck. Oh baby." I gasp and roll my hips, my toes curl and my eyes clamp closed. Breathing hard, I strain to hear you when you let out a desperate grunt.

Your vision begins to get hazy, "Fuck. Oh my god." The pressure had been building and then your release claims you... tortuously slow and sweet, starting in your groin and spreading from there. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through your body, peaking in the middle and then cresting downward. You breathe hard and bite your lip harder. When your body begins to relax, you sigh, "Shit."

I smile, just a little shy now, and softly laugh, "Happy Birthday, Baby."



Happy Birthday



So there we were... celebrating my birthday at home with friends. Everyone knows Jennifer, my wife, knows how to throw a good party, so everyone that was invited was there, or at least, used to be there.

All throughout the night, Jennifer seemed to be flirting with me. I could tell in her eyes that I was going to get lucky tonight. There were a lot of other clues that evening too. Like when she brought more food out, she positioned herself so that when she bent down to put them on the coffee table, she put her beautiful backside right in my face, and then looked behind her to make sure I knew it was deliberate. There were also the many little kisses she blew to me throughout the evening when she made eye contact from across the room. Once, while listening to someone talk, she made eye contact with me and drew her tongue slowly over her upper teeth like the women in the movies do as a promise of a great blow job. 

Yeah. I was gonna get lucky tonight, as long as the night didn't last too long. Like I said, there we were...celebrating my birthday at home with friends. My wife is horny, and because of her teasing all night, I am too. The kids are in bed, and all we have to do is get rid of the rest of the guests and that woman is mine!

After dropping a few subtle hints like "look at the time!" and discussing how early Jennifer has to get up in the morning to take care of the kids, most people agree that they too need to rise early and the party seems to wind down a bit, but there are always those few at every party that don't seem to take hints and continue talking and having a good time.

Walking some of our guests to the kitchen door on their way out, Jennifer meets me while I'm getting something more to drink. After the kitchen door closes, she pulls me close to her, kisses me and whispers in my ear "I want you now. When are these people going to leave?"

I could tell she was seriously horny by now. All that flirting must have really gotten her in the mood. While she was kissing me, she rubbed her mound over my penis to let me know she was ready. I also caught a faint wisp of the fragrance of her wet pussy wafting up from under her dress telling me that she must already be drenched under there.

"There are only six of them left," I respond. "You think they'll notice if we disappear for a while?"

"Yes they'll notice! What kind of host do you think I am to skip out on our guests?"

"Well, let's clear the dishes and see if THAT works," I offer as a compromise. We both move out to the living room where the last six guests are seated conversing about their favorite TV shows, and we start to clear the dishes. Trevor and Jan (the only woman left except for Jennifer) get up and help us clear the dishes. As we're taking them to the sink, they both continue in the conversation giving clear indication that they plan to return to the living room as soon as the task is done.

They also were not paying much attention to the task at hand. While putting the dishes in the sink, one of us happened to spill some frosting from the cake on the waist of Jennifer's dress. Jennifer grabs a washcloth and promptly wets it to take care of the stain as the rest of us clear finish taking the dishes into the kitchen. Now, usually, if the host spills something on their clothes, the party is over and you go home, but not this crowd. Dishes cleared, nobody moved. Hints dropped, nobody moved. Host spoiled, nobody moved.

So there we were, the eight of us celebrating my birthday at home. Me seated on the couch and Jennifer seated next to me, head resting on my shoulder looking like she's tired, wiping at her waist with the wet washcloth, feet tucked up under her on the couch, and the smell of her horniness in the air. Six other folks (five men, one woman) spread about in our living room.

"I hope it comes out," Jennifer says loudly, praying that someone will take the hint and go home. "I should probably get it in the wash." She gets up from the conversation that immediately starts about the best way to get out the stain so it doesn't become a stain and walks into the other room. After a few minutes of swapping stories about this stain and that stain, Jennifer returns, but has removed her dress to reveal a beautiful silky white bra and panty set. She comes over and sits on the couch as if she is still wearing a dress, tucks her feet up under her like she always does, and continues in the conversation.

Relishing in the shocked looks of most of our guests, she leans in and whispers in my ear. "Do you think that they will catch this hint that I want them to leave so I can screw you?"

I don't think that she could be heard by anyone but me, but right on cue, two of the gentlemen decide that it is time that they went home. Jennifer, ever the gracious host, gets up to get their coats and walk them to the kitchen door. Getting up, it seemed that she made sure to rise in such a way that I got a full view of her silky panty covered backside, and a full nose full of how horny she still was.

Returning to the living room after seeing two male guests out, she seems a bit disappointed that the four guests are treating her exhibitionism with as little shock and as much nonchalance as she is trying to show. She saunters over to the couch and sits on my lap. She snuggles up to me (turning to give the people across the room a great view of her backside) and starts to nibble on my ear.

"Are they EVER going to leave?" she whispers in my ear.

"You can just ask them to leave, ya know," I whisper back as I slide my hand between her knees.

"That would just be rude," she replies. "Besides, I think I'm even hornier knowing there are people that can see me in my undies and they don't run away."

"I think it's more than not running away, I think they're hoping for something more," I say as I slide my hand a little higher up between her legs. "Look at the guys. All three of them have some tight crotches already, and I can see a bit of Jan's nipples starting to show. They're making small talk, but watching us."

Jennifer sits up and joins in with the small talk of the group. I can see her head dart from one person to the other checking to see if they were truly oblivious or were waiting for something more.

"Anyone want something more to drink?" she asks as she gets up from her perch on my lap. She grabs my almost empty glass and begins to saunters out to the kitchen. Amid the few sheepish "none for me"s that come from the guys, Jennifer grabs a few empty glasses from the coffee table in the middle of the room. Jan gets up as well, grabs her and her husband Trevor's glass and follows Jennifer out to the kitchen.

"Your wife is hot. I wish my wife would do something like that. Damn," says Trevor as soon as the girls are out of hearing range. The other guys quickly agree.

"She did it as a hint for you guys to leave," I say, annoyed with their obtuseness. "She hates being a bad host so we dropped a lot of hints and you didn't catch any of them."

"Sorry, I'll take off right now," said Matt, one of the two single guys left, but as soon as he started to rise to get his coat, Jennifer came around the corner with a full glass for me and a full view of her naked body for everyone else.

"Perhaps the lady might like you to stay for a while longer," I said to Matt while watching my wife's breasts bounce freely in the open air as she brings me my drink. She faces me and bends down to put the drink on the table giving me a great view of her breasts and everyone else a clear view of her swollen pussy and her butt.

Still leaning over, she looks over her shoulder and says "Trevor, you were getting a drink, too, weren't you?" She stands up and walks out to the kitchen again.

I must have looked just as confused as the other three guys in the living room. Did my wife just come out her completely naked just to bring me my drink? I could tell that the other guys had the same question on their face.

A moment later, Jan comes out of the kitchen carrying Trevor's drink and she, too, was completely naked. Following closely behind her was Jennifer, still naked. Jennifer comes and sits down in my lap again and tries to start the small talk again as before, but no one seems to join in with her except for Jan, who has elected to sit on the chair next to her husband "Indian style" (like she always does when she has pants on) giving the room a full view of her pussy. Seeing that the small talk won't go anywhere, Jennifer grabs my hand and puts it right on her pussy. She turns to face the rest of the people in the room and starts to masturbate with my hand until I get the picture and continue to rub her clit without her prompting. Jan, not to be outdone, gets up and kneels down next to her husband's chair, where she unbuttons his pants and pulls out his penis and starts to stroke him up and down with her hand.

The two single guys, Matt and Roger, look bewildered at the sight. On one side, there is a naked woman being brought to orgasm (they hope) at the hand of her husband and on the other side is another naked woman giving her husband a hand job.

Jennifer starts to moan a little bit, catching the attention of both single onlookers. They watch as she rolls her hips to the rhythm of my hand. They listen as the moaning becomes louder. They see the husband's finger disappear into that warm wetness, they see the involuntary movement of the legs as she gets close to cumming, they can smell the scent of her pussy in the air. They feel the room in their pants growing small as they grow larger. They hear Jennifer moan loudly and see her grab my hand as the moans turn to loud grunts of ecstasy as she cums in wave after wave.

Jarring their attention away from Jennifer's orgasm is the sounds of Trevor starting to moan to the hand job that Jan is giving him. Jan, also hearing Jennifer's orgasm, has turned to see what all the commotion was, and in the turning, noticed the two single guys have now focused their attention on her and the hand job she's giving her hubby. As soon as the single guys look over, Jan swings a leg around and sits on her hubby Trevor's lap like Jennifer is sitting on mine, but takes the opportunity to guide his hard penis into her waiting pussy. Both partners moan a little as she lowers herself onto him, legs spread wide to accommodate both his large penis and the view for the single guys. She slides herself up and down, slowly at first, but steadily increasing in speed until her breast start to bounce with the rhythm of the thrusting.

Feeling slightly neglected, Jennifer stands up and readies herself to do the same thing where she and I sit. Then she gets and idea. She turns around to face me with a wry smile on her face, bends down as to almost kiss my crotch, giving the single guys a clear and up-close view of her ass and now very swollen pussy, and unzips my pants and removes my dick from its hiding place. She starts to stroke it with her hand like Jan did to her man, and then stops. She walks around the coffee table and walks right up in front of the two single guys. She stands so close, that she is toughing one of their legs each with her leg, putting her pubic mound right below eye level for both of them (and their eyes were on her, by now!), looks over at me and says "Come over here and screw me."

She backs up one or two steps and bends forward, placing a one hand on one knee of each of the single guys. Bending at the waist, she spreads her legs slightly, as I get up, take off my pants and underwear and stand behind her. I look at the faces of the two single guys for just a moment, grab her by the hips and enter her from behind. With eyes open wide and staring into the faces of the single guys, Jennifer lets out an "Aaahh" as my penis parts her lips and slips into her hole. As I screw her from behind, her breasts bounce with my rhythm in full view of the guys.

The single guys don't know which screwing to watch. The woman who is riding her husband to their left, or the woman who is getting it doggy style and leaning on their knees for support. Finally, Matt gets up some courage and reaches in front of him and caresses Jennifer's breast. She moans with acceptance and leans forward to make his reach easier, making me have to take a step forward to follow her.

Jan, seeing that one of the guys is getting into the act, motions for the other one to move over next to her. Eagerly he jumps up, almost toppling Jennifer to the floor, and moves next to her. She stops riding her husband long enough to unzip Roger's pants and free his penis from it resting place. As soon as it's out, she starts rubbing it with her hand and resumes riding her husband.

Jennifer, in the meantime, to keep her balance, has now had to shift her hands to both of Matt's. Seeing the hand job happening to the side, Matt slips his other hand up to cup Jennifer's other breast. Not thinking this is enough; Jennifer unzips his pants and frees his dick. She runs her hands over its tip and shaft a few times, leans in and kisses the head, making Matt tilt his head back and moan a little. She slides her hand up and down the shaft a few more time, and then slips her mouth over the tip. She sucks just slightly and then releases. Down again onto the penis, deeper in the mouth this time, she swirls her tongue over the tip as she slides it back out. In and out, slowly at first, but speeding up. It was hard for her to time it right with my thrusting from behind. Sometimes she would go down and miss because of the trusting in her pussy. Finally, she was able to synchronize both men. As my penis slid into her, she would slide her lips down over Matt's penis, as I would slide out, she would slide her lips up. In the pussy, down the penis, out the pussy, up the penis. In, down, out, up, in, down, out, up. All the while Matt had both his hands on her breasts.

After a very short while of blowing, Matt let go of her breasts as he grabbed her head and push her all the way down onto him and let out an "Aaaahhh" that let everyone know that he was the first guy to climax that night. It seemed as if it had been a long time since he had, because Jennifer had a hard time swallowing all of his cum. Not that she had a choice in the matter as he pushed her mouth down his shaft as he came and didn't let up until he was done.

I was just about to tell Matt how "uncool" that was to make my girl drink his cum without asking, when Jennifer let go of his dick and took one of her hands and wiped her lips in a gesture that says "that was a great meal...my compliments to the chef!" At least I think that's what she was gesturing. I couldn't tell exactly as she was still being bucked around some from my screwing her from behind.

Roger was next to finish, and Jan seemed to want to swallow also, but couldn't get there. As soon as she leaned over to try to catch some, her husband started cumming also and he held her tight to his dick as Roger spurt over her arm and chest. Jan kept riding Trevor for a minute or two more after he let go inside her to get as much as she could from him. While riding him, she would scoop a little cum off of her breasts or arm with one of her fingers and lick it off, effectively swallowing all of Roger's cum...one finger at a time. 

While Jan was still cleaning her breasts one finger at a time, I grabbed Jennifer's hips and unloaded deep within her. After I had finished, Jennifer kissed the tip of Matt's dick as she gingerly pushed it back into his pants. By the time I had pulled out of Jennifer, Roger was already standing and zipping up, and Trevor was straightening his clothes as well.

"Well boys, looks like the party's over," Jennifer announced as she stood up straight, hands on hips and cum visibly running down her inner thigh.

Matt and Roger take the hint immediately (FINALLY!) and shuffle themselves as slowly as they can towards the kitchen door. Jennifer gets their coats and walks them to the door, still naked. She kisses each of them on the cheek and gropes their shrunken pouches and she thanks them for a marvelous evening and agrees that "we must do this again sometime soon."

Trevor and I stay seated in the living room and stare at each other in disbelief at what just happened. Once the single guys have been seen off, Jan suggests that they leave as well with the suggestion of "So, should I put my dress on, hun, or should I just ride home like this? If I ride naked, I'm gonna get cum on your seats."

"Just like that, beautiful. That will be the best stain of my life!" Trevor smiles as Jennifer hands Jan her dress and they all walk to the kitchen door. I hear the kitchen door close, and Jennifer emerges from the kitchen, still naked, with a huge smile on her face. She comes over to me at the couch, leans in and kisses me passionately on the lips as she begins to stroke my cock again. She leans into nibble on my ear and whispers "Happy birthday".



Happy Birthday



This weekend is my birthday. The BIG 4 0. A few months ago I found out about this club a couple hours away that fulfills fantasies. So as a present to myself I booked myself for this weekend. I chose the public display fantasy. I wanted to make sure I would never forget my 40th birthday. 

Part of the fantasy package was a night at a beautiful hotel, a full massage and a personal guide through my whole experience. The guide would be there solely for me and will always have my best interests in mind. As part of the tour there was an interview. We discussed what I wanted and what I expected as well as what my limits were. I was to be in total control and no one would ever go past my limits or have me do anything I was uncomfortable with. I was very confident I would be in a safe environment. This was going to be awesome!!

I slept in for my birthday and had a late breakfast. I tried to relax in my room but I was so excited for my evening to begin I could not sit still. Finally, I received a call from the front desk. My car had arrived and was waiting for me at the front door. I walked out of the hotel to find the most gorgeous man standing beside the car. I was so nervous I didn't say one word the way to the club. Once we reached our destination, as he was helping me out of the car, he smiled at me as he firmly held my hand. "Try to relax ma'am. My name is Travis. I am here for you and only you. I will be by your side the whole evening to ensure that today is your best birthday ever." I couldn't help but smile at him. 

First I am taken to a private room for my full body massage. I removed my clothes and laid face down on the table. To my surprise Travis was my masseuse as well as my driver and personal guide. The massage was just what I needed to relax. Soft soothing music and warm oil rubbed all over me. Travis even had me roll over facing up. His hands were so firm. They felt so good. He was never inappropriate. He was very professional with the massage. I would have thought he would have lingered in a few spots but he never did. He was all about giving me a true massage. I was so turned on by the time the massage was complete. Travis said it was time for him to help me get dressed in the outfit he chose specifically for me. (He actually helped me get dressed. It was so erotic.)

My outfit was sexy as hell!! I would have never chosen it to wear. Luckily tonight is about no regrets. There were black stockings that stopped at the top of my thighs attached to a black leather garter. A thin black leather thong and a black leather corset that laced up the back. My tits were sitting up high and my nipples were barely hidden beneath the leather. On my feet were a pair of leather heeled boots that stopped just below the tops of my stockings. And last but not least leather cuffs for my wrists and neck. There was a small chain attached to the neck cuff. Just as he put the collar around my neck he said " And now your night begins. You are mine to protect and mine to satisfy. " I could not stop smiling!

Walking in front of me, with the chain in his hand, he leads me out of the room towards a door at the end of a long hallway. I could hear music. I hesitated at the door but he gently tugged at the chain and winked at me.

"Ladies and Gentlemen" he announced as we walked into the dimly lit room "Tonight I would like for you to meet my new pet. Seems she is a little shy. I could use your help in bringing her out of her shell." Travis then walks me up to the platform in the middle of the room. There is a bench and a pole. He leads me to the pole. He stands me in front of it and attaches my wrist cuffs to the pole above my head. A crowd started to form around me. "Feel free to show my pet all sorts of love. Touch her wherever and as much as you'd like. Just please, no penetration. "

I started to breath quickly in short breaths. I guess I looked a little panicked. Travis looked calmly into my eyes "I am right here my pet. Would you like me to blindfold you at first? Maybe not seeing all the face will calm you." I shook my head yes. I agreed with him. Maybe not seeing all the people would make it easier. 

Once the blindfold was on I took a few deep breaths. At first the touches were quick and fleeting. I could feel my body relaxing as the touches got longer and more personal. I felt hands down at my feet moving up the insides of my thighs. There were hands rubbing across my stomach and up my side then down my arms and up to my neck. I heard Travis whispering in my ear. He was asking if he could take off my boots so they could touch my legs. I shook my head yes. 

I could hear comments about my tits. How it looked as if they were about to pop out of the top of my corset. Someone asked Travis if my nipples looked as delicious as the rest of my body. Suddenly my tits were pulled free from my outfit. Immediately I felt hands on them. I am not sure how many hands were on my tits. They were rubbing a squeezing them. I felt hands go up my arms then as they came back down nails dragged down my skin. Oh my!! I was being felt up by a woman! Then her hands were on my tits. She grabbed handfuls of my tits squeezing them. Then she began to twist on my nipples. I let out a soft moan. She asked if I had ever had a woman's hands on me. Travis spoke up "Please talk to me not my pet. And no she has never had a woman touch her. She seems to like it very much though. Please continue..." Then someone started sucking my nipples. I could only guess it was her. I began to arch my body making my tits more available to the mouth devouring them. It felt so damn good!! 

My corset fell to the floor. I could feel hands all over my body. Rubbing my legs, my stomach, my ass and my tits. Then a few of the hands were replaced by tongues and lips. People were actually licking and kissing my skin! By now they had to hear my moans. I just knew I was going to have my orgasm right there where I stood. 

I seemed to lose track of time. Travis announced it was time to switch things up a bit. People seem to vanish from around me. He began to rub my arms to make sure I was not uncomfortable. He asked if I would like to remain blind folded. I said yes please. Not being able to see seemed to make my sense of touch so much more intense. It really seemed to add to my excitement. He gently guided me forward a few steps to the bench. He had me kneel down then lean my body forward to lay across the bench. He placed my hands on these handles then attached the cuffs again. He moved my tits so they would hang free from the bench. Then he spread my legs and strapped them to the legs of the bench. Rubbing his hands on my ass he told everyone I was ready for some more love. 

They began touching me again. Mouths and hands all over me. They spoke of how my tits looks so delicious hanging there and how plump my ass was. It felt like someone was milking my tits. Pulling and squeezing. It didn't hurt but I definitely felt the pressure from their hands. Then it was like I had a baby sucking my nipple for milk. My pussy was pulsing!! I began to move around a little.

Travis leaned in to whisper in my ear. " Are you ok my pet?" I said yes but that I needed something from him. So quickly he asked everyone for a moment alone with me. He removed the blindfold but left me strapped to the bench. I asked him if it was possible to change my fantasy after it had already started. That is was going so well and I was turned on so much I wanted my pussy to be touched and even fingered. He smiled. He said this was my night. He was here to make sure I got exactly what I wanted. Great! I told Travis I still wanted to be blindfolded and that anyone could touch my pussy but only he could finger me, that is if he wanted to. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen you guys are great! It seems my pet has begun to loosen up quite a bit. She has stated that you all have made her plump little pussy soaking wet and she would like to share in her delight." The crowd began to gather back around as he replaced the blindfold. The touching resumed. This time I felt my panties being tugged on. They were pulling them to the side to see my pussy. Travis pulled them tight against my pussy and said he would be glad to cut those off for everyone. And just like that my thong was gone. I felt just a few fingers just lightly brush against my lips. Then a male voice said for someone to hold those lips open to show off that wet clit while he held my ass cheeks back. I felt a hand along with long fingernails on my pussy lips. It was her again. I almost had an orgasm right then!!

I had never been on display like that before. Never had two sets of eyes on my body at once much less a whole group of them. It was so exciting being the center of everyone's attention!! Then someone asked Travis if they could taste my pussy. Travis asked me if I was ok with that. I shook my head as I said yes. He said "Yes, my pet's pussy is yours for the tasting but nothing goes inside her pussy but a tongue."

I lost count of my orgasms!!! It drove me wild having hands and mouths all over my body all the while having who knows how many people eating my pussy. I could feel there was a puddle on the bench beneath me. My pussy was dripping from cum.

I think Travis knew my body was just about spent. He asked that everyone finish up then step back leaving just one person to finish sucking my clit. Travis whispered in my ear, "That's the fourth different female that has held open those soaking wet pussy lips and sucked on that gorgeous swollen clit of yours. " My body shook as she brought me to one last orgasm.

When she finished I remained in my position still blindfolded. I don't think I could have moved if I had to. Travis told me this next part was the most important part. He began to massage me again. He told he to relax and keep breathing steady. He wanted me to take time to let all my memories of tonight soak in. Just as he had all through the night, he kept telling me how beautiful I was. He said he was proud of me for putting so much trust in him and for being so uninhibited. His touch and his voice was so relaxing. My heart was not racing anymore and my breathing seemed to slow down considerably. 

Then it all came rushing back to me. I was still on display and fully restrained. There was still a crowd in the room. I was just wearing a pair of stocking and a garter and being massaged by a gorgeous man. I began to moan and even let his name slip from my lips. I was moving underneath his hands. Travis took the hint. I felt his breath on my neck as he was leaning over me. "Tell me what you want my sweet. Remember, tonight is your night!" Quickly without hesitation I said "I want to be yours. Make me yours Travis. No limits. No regrets." He asked if I was sure. I told him I was positive I needed him inside me now. I told him I only turned 40 once.

I stayed blindfolded and bent over the stool. I felt the head of his dick against my mouth pushing for me to open up for him. He was huge. I could not fit all of him in my mouth but I damn sure tried. He called for a female volunteer to come eat my pussy once more. He said he needed someone to get it good and wet for him so he could fuck his pet after he got his dick sucked. I was surprised and yet turned on even more by his frankness. After a couple minutes he told the woman to come up there and suck my tits while he got a turn to eat the pussy every one else had a turn at. She attacked my tits like a hungry baby. Sucking and pulling. Damn it felt so good!!

I felt Travis behind me. His hands on my ass pulling my cheeks apart as his thumbs held my lips open. My clit had to be swollen and dripping with cum. He blew a warm breath on my clit. I clenched my muscles. He laughed a deep sexy laugh. "Oh don't clench up on me now my pet. Loosen up and let's squirt some juices." I told him I couldn't, that I didn't know how to squirt. Pushing a finger inside me he said it was time to learn then. Between her on my tits and Travis fingering my pussy I was going crazy. He kept talking to me. I never though I'd like dirty talk so much. I could tell I was getting close to cumming. He told her to stop with my tits and he stopped fingering me. Then he started back working on my pussy. He said he was going to tease me a few times when I was really close then finally push me into my final release. She never went back to my tits. This was all about me and Travis now.

There different times he worked me up to almost having my orgasm then stopped. He said this next time was going to be it. To just breath slow and let it flow then when he tells me to push down with my pussy. He reminded me of everything that had happened today. All the people still watching him finger my wet pussy. He confessed that he got hard earlier when he was giving me my body massage. He also said he has had a constant hard as a rock hard on since the first person laid their hands on me. He got quite then. Just the music playing as he was working his finger in and out of me. I told him I thought I was getting close. Quickly and by surprise he pushed two fingers inside me. "Damn what a tight pussy." He began pushing on my G spot as he began to lick and nibble on my ass. We both could feel my pussy getting wetter. This was it. He began to bark orders at me "Come now damnit! Do it now! Squirt that juice baby!" Then I felt a short series of stings on my ass. He was spanking me!!! That was all it took! I screamed at the top of my lungs as I squirted all over him and his hand.

Once I stopped squirting and my body stopped trembling he whispered to me as he rubbed my back. He said I was unbelievable. He removed the blindfold. I told him I just needed one more thing then I would be happier than I had ever been. He looked puzzled. I told him I needed him to fuck me. Right here. Right now. No regrets!!

He smiled and said it was my night to get exactly what I wanted.

You know I thought that Earth shattering squirting experience could never be topped but having him fucking me doggy style while still be restrained all the while being watched by a crowd of people was even better.

I cannot wait until next year's birthday!!



Happy Birthday



I remember the first time I seen you like it was yesterday. I was in the bar getting a drink and the song 'Right Now (NaNaNa)' by Akon was playing, kind of ironic because as soon as I seen you walk in with your friends with your 'It's My Birthday Buy Me A Drink And Kiss Me!' shirt on, I knew I wanted to make love to you right now. Your beautiful smile seemed like it was glowing in the dark I couldn't look away, you were so intoxicating I lost my breath. You and your friends came over to the bar to get drinks. I bought a beer and I was about to give it to you, but this big jock guy came between us, what an idiot he was! What a bad pick up line he used on you! 'Hey baby, I forgot my phone number, can I have yours?' I just shook my head and waited for him to leave.

By the time he was gone you were on the dance floor. I watched you and your friends dance. You were all having such a good time. I walked to the dance floor, just looking at you a big smile came across my face. Ironically again; the song 'How Many Licks' by Lil Kim came on. I had to laugh to myself.

As I got closer to you, you looked me right in the eyes, smiled and continued dancing. You were even more beautiful up close, brown hair, about 5'8", 36D chest I thought but it was hard to tell. I didn't think you had a bra on under your white shirt with writing on it, black mini skirt on with high black and white socks on, almost school girl like. I tapped you on the shoulder, you turned around and smiled when you seen me. I handed you the beer, leaned into your ear placed my hand on the small of your back and I'm sure you could feel my strap on bulge in my pants as I pulled you close and tight said 'Happy Birthday Sexy' I gave a little flick with my tongue to your ear lobe and it sent shivers through your body. I gave you a kiss on your neck and looked into your eyes and winked. I knew you wanted me too, just the look in your beautiful brown eyes told me so. I walked away with a smile on my face and headed to the bathroom.

I got in the bathroom stall and just had to take a breather as I couldn't believe I just did that to a complete stranger. Then there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and there you were with a smile on your face, you pushed me back into the stall and locked the door.

I couldn't say anything, I was baffled, my mouth was moving but nothing was coming out. You looked at me and said "No need to say anything..." and you kissed me. I felt like I was melting but it was just me getting wet from out passionate kiss. Our tongues danced around one another's mouth. I wrapped my arms around you and started to take off your shirt, and just like I predicted you weren't wearing a bra. I broke from our kiss and went right for your erect nipples, licking them, sucking them, biting them. I knew you enjoyed it by your soft moans. I reached down to your skirt and lifted it up and to my amazement you didn't have any underwear on.

"You're a naughty girl aren't you?" I whispered in your ear.

"Yes I am, I need to be punished." you said as you grabbed my hand and put it on your very wet pussy and started grinding it.

"I want you to fuck me HARD with your strap on, punish Me." you whispered in my ear as I started to finger fuck you harder and faster. Our lips found one another and we kissed for what it seemed like hours, playing with your clit with one hand, pinching your nipples with the other, moaning softly in my mouth, your breathing getting heavier and faster, you were on the verge of cuming... but you stopped my hand from fucking you...brought my hand up to your mouth and licked your wet juices off my finger...how hot was that! You kissed me and I could feel your sweet juices from your tongue, so tasty.

You started to undo my jeans and took out my big rubber dong and started sucking it. It was hot seeing you bent down sucking on my dong and playing with your very swollen clit.

You finished sucking my dong and came up to me and kissed me, I placed my hands on your nice tight ass and lifted you up and slowly put the dong inside your wet pussy. You leant back on the bathroom stall wall, wrapped your legs around my waist and helped yourself to putting the dong inside you, you couldn't wait, and you wanted me to fuck you so bad. Every time the head of the dong got inside you I would take it back out just to tease you and you loved it. You moaned so loud and grabbed my neck and said "Fuck me Now Baby! Please! I Beg of you!" ah gawd there is nothing more I love then a woman begging and getting a little rough.

I looked down at your throbbing pussy and spread your lips apart and rammed the dong in you hard. "OH MY GOD! Do it again, fuck me HARD and Fuck me FAST Baby!"

I put my dong into your warm pussy hole harder and faster with every thrust. In and out, in and out, faster and harder, your breast bouncing uncontrollably.

"I'm cuming baby, don't stop, harder, faster." you said, so I gave you exactly what you wanted, harder and faster. "AH YES, YEAH, OOOOHHHH, BABY!!" you collapsed on my shoulder and knocked me to the other side of the stall.

"You ok?" I said as I kissed your neck with a big smile on my face.

"Oh yah, I'm really good!" you were trying to catch your breath, "no one has EVER fucked me that good! You are amazing." I blushed a little bit and let you down to your feet, and kissed your lips so softly, I rubbed my dong on you trying to get in between your legs, wanting to fuck you more and more, this time I would turn the vibrator on so I can get something from it.

"Bend over baby." I said as I made you bend over the toilet. "This shouldn't take long; I have the vibrator on for you and me. It'll be hard fast and quick." I slapped your ass as I put the dong into your pussy, and grabbed your hair and pulled, and thrust the dong into you easy at first so you could get use to the vibrator.

"What the fuck are you doing? Ram that big fucking dong into me! Enough with this easy bull shit!" oh my god! Demanding, so hot, so I gave you what you wanted, I rammed it into you so fucking hard and fucked you like you've never been fucked before, I was fucking you so hard you couldn't catch your breath, the toilet was rattling cause you propped your elbows on the back of it, I slapped your ass hard over and over, telling you how bad you were, and how I'm going to fuck the shit out of you... you enjoyed the way I was talking to you moaning so loud, in pain but being pleasured.

"I'm cuming baby, I'm cuming" I said as I grabbed your hips and thrust harder and harder digging my nails into your flesh.

"Me too Baby, Don't Stop, I'm cuming!"

My clit started to throb like never before, and I could feel my juices flow down my legs along with your juices from before...We both came at the same time and it was amazing, it was ecstasy.

I collapsed on your back panting trying to breath, and you were doing the same... I slowly took my dong out of you, wiped it off and put it back in my pants.

I picked you up and bent down in between your legs and started to lick up all your sweet juices. You tasted so good!! I licked up every last wet spot around your beautiful pussy. I couldn't go to close to your clit...still a little sensitive.

You grabbed my shirt and hauled me up to your mouth to kiss me for a second then you looked at me with this twinkle in your eyes, "So is there a number I can reach you at to thank you for the Wonderful Birthday Present???" you smiled at me and winked.

"Indeed, here's my card," I handed you one of my business cards from my wallet and put it in your skirt's waist band. "Make sure you call me, and I'll be your slave for the night. Anything you want." I held you in my arms and kissed your forehead, your nose, and your mouth.

"MELISSA!! YOU IN HERE?!?!?!?!" the door swung open and people were knocking on the stalls.

"Fuck" you whispered, "YAH IM IN HERE" You yelled to your friends, and then whispered to me "Bye, I will call you, thanks"

"bye" We said as I kissed you one last time that night.

You left the stall by yourself and I heard your friend's say that you looked like you just got the shit fucked out of you, and you admitted to it... but you never said it was with another woman.

The End



Happy Birthday!



Today started like any other day. I went to work, got started on my assignments and buried myself in my computer. The only difference was, today was my birthday. The big 4-0. I had told everyone that I didn't want anything special, just treat it like any other day. I did find a balloon tied to my chair and a cupcake on my desk, but so far, nothing out of the ordinary.

Then I got The Call.

"Hey, honey. How's your day so far?" my wife asked.

"Nothing spectacular...you know, same shit, different day."

"Oh, ok. Well, are you gonna have to stay late today?" she asked.

"Don't think so. Everything seems to be under control. Why?"

"Well, I figured we could go out tonight to celebrate."

"I said I didn't want anything special this year," I told her, letting a little annoyance creep into my voice. "I just wanted to chill."

"I know, and it won't be anything major. Just thought it would be nice to get out for a while. C'mon honey, you know it'll be fun." That's when she started with that pleading voice she knows I can't refuse.

"Ok, fine. Long as we're not out too late."

"We won't be, I promise. Just make sure you come right home. Our reservations are for eight and you'll need time to change. See ya." Of course, she hung up before I could question her on where we were going that we needed reservations.

The rest of the day passed without incident and I got out on time. On my way home, my mind raced through the possibilities of where we could have been going. There aren't that many restaurants I like that are fancy enough to need reservations, so trying to figure out what this woman had planned was difficult to say the least.

When I got in the house, I called out to her and she responded by saying she was in the bedroom. She tells me to go ahead and take my shower, as she's still getting her outfit together. When I come out, I stop to admire the beauty of my wife. At 5'5", she was an average height for a woman, with all the curves a man could want. I see that she's got her bra on (the black one that pushes her 42DD's together, giving her a deep cleavage line - my favorite), some thigh-high stockings (the kind that stay up on their own), and a pair of shiny black pumps. Strutting over to the closet door (the only way she can walk in those things), she grabs a simple, but elegant black dress and shimmies into it. "Aren't you forgetting something?" I ask, pointing to her still bare crotch area.

"Don't want any lines to mess up the dress. I wanna look good for you tonight." She said smiling.

Walking over to her, and pull her close and with a kiss say "You look good to me every night."

"Hmmm...don't you know flattery will get you everywhere, mister?" While she said this, her right hand found its way to my crotch and wrapped itself around my stiffening dick.

"Keep that up and we won't make it out the door."

"Then I better let go...the night is just starting." With one more stroke, she released my manhood from her warm embrace and finished putting on her dress. "I put out your black suit with gray shirt and tie combination that I like. Go on and get dressed so we can get going. I got some things planned for you when we get home." With a mischievous look, she pulls out of my embrace to go finish doing her hair.

I get dressed and head downstairs, where she's already waiting for me. We head over to The Blue Fountain, a medium-high place I'd heard had great steaks. They have a nice booth waiting for us, near the bar, but still away from most of the crowd.

After the waiter takes our drink order and leaves, she turns to me and says, "Want to know the real reason I didn't wear any panties?" When I nod yes, she reaches down, pulls her dress nearly up to her waist, takes my hand and puts it between her legs. 

Shocked at first, I look around to see if anyone could see us. Satisfied that it was dark enough in the restaurant and that the tablecloth provided enough cover, I use my thumb and middle finger to part the flesh encasing her clit. Using my tip of my index, I start to stroke it lightly in a circular motion. This brought a low moan from her as though she was already well on the way to orgasm. My theory was confirmed as, with her eyes closed, she gripped my forearm and whispered "Don't stop...I'm almost there..."

Moving my finger faster, I pushed her further along the road to release. Sliding my finger down slightly, I felt the wetness seeping from her cunt. Dipping some of the moisture up, I renewed my work on her throbbing clit, already swollen to its usual 2-inch length. Her body trembling, her eyes closed, I knew it was just a matter of seconds before she came.

Burying her head in my shoulder, she let out a low muffled scream as the orgasm over took her. It was at that perfect moment that the waiter returned with our drinks. "Is everything ok, Sir?" he asked.

"Yes, we're fine. She was trying to tell me about a really sad commercial she'd seen and it got the best of her."

Nodding with a strange, but knowing look on his face, the waiter walked off, saying he'd give us a few minutes. Turning to my wife, I said, "Babe, are you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah...I'm good. Just didn't expect it to be that intense. Thanks for the appetizer."

"My pleasure, Babe. Anytime. Now I think we'd better figure out what we want to eat before that waiter gets back. I think he suspects something." I said laughing.

"Well, I'm sure we're not the first couple to sit here and do something freaky. He's probably seen it all. Maybe I'll give him a show later." 

"Riigght" I said, handing her a menu. The waiter returned a few minutes later to take our orders and refill our glasses. 

We sat and chatted a while about trivial things till our food came. As we got about halfway through the meal, we heard a voice through the crowd saying "Neecee & Ron! What are you guys doing here?"

We look up and see Neecee's friend Katrina walking to us from the bar. Having only seen her in nurse scrubs, I was pleasantly surprised at how good she looked outside work. Petite in height, she was probably just about five feet tall, giving her an almost "little girl" quality. Those thoughts changed though, once you've moved down her body. Busty, I'd guess she was in the D- to DD-cup range, with wide, but shapely hips. She was wearing a spaghetti strap dress made of a dark, loose, clingy material that hugged every curve of her body. 

Feeling an elbow in my ribs, I heard my wife say, "Stop drooling," Closing my mouth, I waited for her to arrive at our table. "Hey girl," She said, her thick southern accent pouring out of her mouth. "When you said y'all were going out, I didn't realize it was here. How you doing, Ron?"

"I'm fine." I mumbled, as she and my wife began talking. I'd pretty much zoned them out until I heard my wife say, "Sure, you can join us. Ron doesn't mind, do you baby?" Nodding my head no, I slid around in the seat to give her room to sit.

"No, move the other way...I want to sit next to the birthday boy too." Katrina laughed, her meaty hips poised over the edge of the seat. 

Sliding back the other way, she eased into the seat next to me and asked, "How have you been, Ron? It's been a minute since the last time I seen you."

"I'm good. Nothing's really changed one way or the other." Not being much of a conversationalist, I turned my attention back to the remaining food on my plate. 

"That's good to hear. Listen, I really hate to impose, but do you think you guys could give me a ride home? I came with one of my friends, but she met someone and rolled out."

"Sure, no problem, right honey?" Neecee asked me, knowing I wouldn't say no.

"No, that's not a problem at all. We shouldn't be much longer." Realizing I'd have to be sociable, I turned to Katrina and asked, "So, how have you been? Neecee tells me you've got a new girlfriend."

"I've been fine, but the girlfriend part is past tense. Too much drama." Shaking her head, she took another sip of her drink. "Think I'm gonna just stick to meaningless sex for a while. Less messy. Hell, maybe I'll even try sleeping with men. See how that works out."

Not really knowing what to say to that, I laughed and said, "Ok."

"On that note, I think it's time we get out of here, before you start picking up strangers. You ready to go, Daddy?" Neecee said, starting to slide out of the chair.

"Oh, yeah. Definitely."

"Yeah, me too. Had enough of this place." Katrina said, standing up and straightening out her dress. 

"Ok, babe. Meet us out front. We're going to the ladies room."

Five minutes later, the three of us were walking to the car, me with a lady on each arm. I did have to admit, this turned out to be a good night. When we got in the car, I asked Katrina how to get to her house. "What, you guys are calling it a night? I figured we could have a night cap at your place." She said, the alcohol she'd already consumed slurring her speech.

"That sounds like fun. I'll just drop you off home on my way to the gym. Ron's the only one that has to work tomorrow, and he's a night owl anyway." Neecee said, smiling at me.

Nodding, I peeked in the rear-view mirror, figuring that our guest would pass out before the first round of drinks was served.

That's when the unexpected happened.

"Damn, I've been horny as hell all fucking day. My panties are soaked, and they're the third pair I've had on. Can't wear a pad, cause that rubs my clit and makes it worse..." Katrina said, squirming in the backseat. 

Turning to Neecee, I expected her to give her a hard time about making such a statement, but what I heard was "So, take them off then. No need being uncomfortable."

With my mouth wide open, but unable to take my eyes off the mirror, I watched as Katrina scooted down in the seat, lifted her hips to pull her dress up around her waist, then slid her panties down over her legs. Smiling, she looked up at me and said, "I hope you don't mind, but the squishing was getting annoying." Nodding my head, I mumbled "No, that's fine."

"Hmmm...hand them here. I want to see if they're as wet as you claim they are." Neecee said, reaching out her hand. 

"Ok, but don't say I didn't warn you. I came in those twice already, so they're probably the wettest of all. In the meantime, I'm gonna let my coochie air out a little bit." With that, Katrina planted a high-heeled foot on the back of each of the headrests, with her knees spread wide apart. 

"Damn girl, you weren't kidding. These things are positively dripping. And they smell like pure sex! Here, honey...take a sniff." Neecee turned to me and waved the panties under my nose. She was right about the smell...sweet and musky at the same time, the scent brought my dick to full attention. Not knowing where this was going to lead, I told her, "You better put those away before we have a situation here."

Reaching over and grabbing my crotch, she laughed and said "Damn Katrina, you got my man's dick hard! Now what am I supposed to do?"

"Take it out and suck it. I wanna see you give him some head."

"You so nasty! But I guess I don't have a choice. Can't have my man stiff and not give him any satisfaction." Unzipping my pants, my cock sprung out of the opening with little effort.

"Wow! You'd told me he was packing, but I didn't realize he had it like that!" Katrina said, leaning forward to watch Neecee stroke my manhood with her hand. "You better get over there and start working. That thing looks like it's ready to pop any minute."

Leaning over, Neecee slowly lowered her mouth on to the head of my dick. Her lips always felt like velvet and tonight was no exception. She rode the length of my shaft down to the base, bringing a low moan from my throat as I struggled to keep my eyes on the road. Hoping to find a distraction I glanced in the rear-view mirror, only to see where Katrina had shifted in her seat so that she could masturbate while watching the show through the split in the seat. She was using her right hand to rub her clit, while she used her left to pinch her exposed nipple (apparently, at some point, she'd slipped her arms out of the straps of her dress, and pulled her tit out of her strap-less bra). 

Obviously, this didn't help. Fortunately, we arrived at our house a few short minutes later. "Damn, that was hot! I almost came!" Katrina said, as she straightened up in the seat.

"I think we all got pretty close." Neecee said, raising up and wiping her mouth. I stayed quiet, focusing on pulling into the garage without running into anything. Once we'd come to a stop and I'd cut the car off, I started wrestling with my still rock-hard cock, trying to get it back in my pants. 

"No point in being modest now...we've all seen what the other's got." As she said this, Katrina got out of the car and let her dress fall to the floor, leaving her naked as the day she was born, except a for her bra, a necklace, a bracelet and her shoes. Reaching behind her, she undid the hooks of her tit-sling and let her restrained bosom free from its constraints. "Except for Neecee...she's still fully dressed. What's up with that?"

"Hey, nobody can say I'm not a team player." Stepping out of the vehicle, she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it on the seat. She then unclasped her bra and freed her double-D's, throwing it into the car as well. She was now as naked as Katrina, only with her hose added to the mix.

Smiling, they both took in the other's bodies, lust clearly in their faces. While I knew Katrina had played both sides of the fence in the past, I was a little surprised by Neecee's actions tonight. I was seeing my wife in a new light and didn't know what to think about it. Unfortunately, any thoughts I had would have to wait, as things were flowing pretty quickly this evening.

After the ladies were done giving each other the once over, they turned their attention to me. "Oh, he's got entirely too many clothes on to be hanging with us, don't you think?" Neecee said with a devilish look on her face. 

"Oh yes, I would have to agree. I'll take the top, and you take the bottom." Coming around the back of my car, Katrina hopped on to the hood of Neecee's car and pulled me towards her, so she could proceed to slip my suit jacket off and begin to unbutton my shirt. Meanwhile, in a display of true skill, Neecee knelt in front of me, unbuckled my belt and undid my pants while, at the same time, taking my swollen member back into her mouth and giving it a long, slow sucking. The feeling of her tongue on the underside of my shaft was more than I could take, and I would have busted my nut right there, if Katrina hadn't started to lick my ear and rubbing her hands on my now bare torso. The splitting of my attention was enough to keep me from losing control.

With one hand, I reached behind me and grabbed the side of Katrina's generous ass, causing her to press even harder into my back, enabling me to feel just how hard her nipples were. With my other hand, I grabbed the back of Neecee's head, holding it in place as I pumped my dick in and out of her mouth. Feeling more in control of the situation now, I allowed myself to enjoy the sensations the two women were giving me. We continued like this for several minutes, till I pulled my cock out of my wife's mouth with a loud pop and said, "I think we better take this inside."

Motioning the ladies on ahead, I following them through the garage door that led into our kitchen, enjoying the view of their jiggling asses as they both strutted to the living room beyond. "Where's that drink?" Katrina said, plopping herself down on one end of the couch. "Sista getting a little thirsty."

"I got you. You sit down too, babe. Katrina'll keep you company till I get over there." Neecee said, heading over to the bar. 

Sitting down on the couch, I glanced at the woman sitting beside me, not quite sure what to do, as this was a new experience for me. Sensing my confusion, she leaned in and started kissing me on my neck working her way up to my mouth, showing me a passion I wasn't expecting, considering her general choice in the gender of her sex partners. Putting my arm around her, I pulled her closer to me. She was running her hand along my neck and chest, so I gently grabbed it and started moving it toward my crotch. Resisting slightly, she pulled her mouth off mine and whispered "Sorry, Big Boy...not quite ready for that. Neecee will have to take care of you in that regard. But I'm sure I can make it up to you." With that, she spread her legs slightly, and dipped her finger into her still moist cunt. Holding the glistening digit in front of my face, she wiped it across my lips, giving me my first taste of her. Grabbing her hand, I held it in place while I licked her finger clean of her juices. "Hmmm...you like that, huh? Tastes even better straight from the source. I'll expect you do to as good a job on my clit as you just did on my finger."

"Oh, I will...have no doubt."

"I see you guys are getting along great. Take a break and enjoy your drinks." Neecee said, handing me a screwdriver and Katrina a Rum & Coke, before sitting down next to me with her glass of Hypnotiq. We sat there for a few minutes, silently nursing our drinks, everyone apparently lost in thought. In my case, I reflected on the fact that this was definitely not the evening I'd expected.

Shortly, Neecee put her glass on the coffee table and said, "Well, Katrina...it looks like my husband's dick has lost some of its stiffness. I think that unacceptable, don't you?"

"I sure do. How is he gonna fuck you if it's not hard? I suggest do you do something to correct this situation."

"I intend to, but I think I'm going to need some help. How about you let him suck on one of your titties while I give him some more head? I think that will get him back to where we need him." While this whole exchange was going on, I'm sitting there looking from one to the other, listening to them talk like I wasn't sitting between them. But, for obvious reasons, I didn't interrupt. I simply waited for them to finish and for the fun to start. I didn't have to wait long. 

Neecee knelt between my legs, taking my semi-hard cock into her hands. Pulling the head into her mouth, she began to stroke the shaft slowly with her hand, letting some spit drip out of her mouth to provide some lubricant. While this was going on, Katrina rose up on her knees, so that I could access her tits. Plopping a juicy nipple in my mouth, she moaned as I began to suckle. Taking her heavy breast in my hand, I worked the nub like I was a newborn baby looking for nourishment. "Bite it," She breathed, her body gyrating against mine. "Bite my nipple, please...I like that shit..." Taking her nipple in my teeth, I applied a small amount of pressure to it, not knowing where her limit was. "Harder...don't worry, I like it rough." 

With that encouragement, I tightened my grip on her tit, squeezing it like a fresh lemon. Biting down even harder, I began to pull on it, stretching it farther and farther from her body. Working my hand between her thighs, the increased wetness of her cooch let me know that I was doing my job right.

In the meantime, Neecee was working her magic on my dick, giving me the wettest, sloppiest, loudest blowjob she had in a long while. Neecee had always loved sucking cock and could, at times, achieve orgasm from it. Tonight looked like it was going to be one of those times. As she got more and more into it, her moans grew in intensity and volume, filling the room and overpowering even the noises coming from Katrina and me.

After a while, Katrina pulled her tortured nipple from my mouth and stood up on the couch. Swinging her leg over Neecee's bobbing head, she squatted slightly over my face, giving me full access to her soaking wet pussy. Grabbing her well-rounded buttocks, I pulled her crotch to my mouth so that I could fully taste her juices. Pulling her swollen clit in to my mouth, I began to suck on it exactly like I did her nipple. This brought forth the very reaction I hoped for: screams of ecstasy! Her moans and gyrations increased ten-fold as she rode my face like a cowgirl riding a bucking horse...it was all I could do to keep her clit in my mouth. Her juices flowed like a river and soon my chin, throat and the top part of my chest were soaked.




Happy Birthday!



I felt Neecee's mouth leave my dick and heard her say something, but I couldn't make it out since Katrina's thighs were covering my ears and muffled all sounds. The next thing I knew, I felt a different warm, wetness envelope my cock and I realized what was going on...Neecee had straddled my hips and filled her twat with my dick. I focused even harder on what I was doing with my mouth, to keep from shooting my load. Thankfully, Neecee was going for a straight pounding, as opposed to something slow and sensual. I wouldn't have survived otherwise.

I guess Katrina decided she wanted to watch Neecee enjoy herself, because she stood up, turned around and reseated herself on my face, only now I had her ass to play with. Pulling open the jelly like globes that hide her crack, I ran my tongue around her puckered asshole and felt her tremble in response. Working the area with my tongue, I found the center and push my way in, fucking her the only way she'd let me. Once again, she pumped my face, only this time, she moved with the same rhythm as Neecee; when one rose, so did the other. I could only imagine what was going on between them as they fucked me and I fucked them.

From the noises and movements, I counted about eight orgasms between the two of them, five for Neecee and three from Katrina before we finally disengaged. Katrina fell to my right and lay back on the arm of the chair, while Neecee sat to my left and laid her head on my shoulder. "Damn, that was intense! I'm gonna need a minute," Neecee said, fanning herself

"I know what you mean, girl. I haven't had some shit like that for a while. And the fucked up thing is, he's still hard. That means the night ain't over yet. Katrina grabbed her drink off the coffee table as she said that, taking a deep drink.

"Oh, I know how to finish him off, don't worry about that."

"Oh, really?" I said, feeling a little full of myself, having survived thus far. "And how is that?"

"Let you hit this pussy from behind while you watch me eat Katrina out." With that, Katrina perked up. I had nothing to say, since she was probably right. The sight of that would probably take me way over the edge. Grabbing my dick, the shaft still glistening with her juices, she stroked it slowly. "Looks like you've gotten even harder just thinking about it," Neecee said and laughed.

Stretching out slightly, Katrina put her right hand between her wide spread thighs and began to work her clit with her middle finger. "Well, get that tongue over here. I know I'm getting wetter thinking about it."

"What about you, Daddy? You ready to get your shit off?" Neecee said, rising up to get in position, my dick still in her hand.

Saying nothing, I rose from the chair to allow her to position herself between Katrina's legs. For a moment, I found myself wondering how she got so comfortable with licking another woman's pussy, but I put it aside quickly, determined to fuck first and ask questions later. The moaning started the minute Neecee's tongue touched her clit. The odd thing was, the sounds came from both of them. I found myself mesmerized by the scene and actually sat down on the coffee table to watch.

Neecee's face was buried in Katrina's crotch and she was working her with an intensity nearly equal to when she sucked my dick. With her legs resting on her shoulders, her hands found their way to Katrina's rock hard nipples. Without direction, she grabbed them and began manhandling them, savagely pulling them without mercy. Katrina, for the most part, could only lie there and take it, cumming at least once a minute. Soon her moans turned to screams as her body convulsed with every orgasm. She clawed at everything, from Neecee's head to the cushions to the back of the couch. I'd seen my share of girl-girl porn, but it was nothing like what I was seeing now. I actually found myself stroking my dick, like it was a damn movie.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be back there doing something?" Neecee said, after tearing herself from Katrina's twat. "Telling you to hit it from behind wasn't just for your benefit, ya know!"

Coming out of my daze, I knelt behind Neecee on the couch and entered her love canal slowly, feeling every inch of its sloppy wetness. Holding her hips, so not to disturb her work, I began to stoke her in a long slow motion. Going into her a deeply as I could, I made sure she was getting as good as she was giving.

As I fucked her flooded pussy, Neecee began screaming into Katrina's cunt, unable to fully concentrate on pleasing her friend. "SHIT! YOU'RE RIGHT ON MY FUCKING G-SPOT! PLEASE DON'T STOP!" Hearing that drove me to go faster, beating her back wall viciously with the head of my dick, my own need to cum building inside me.

As the assault on her clit diminished, Katrina rose on her elbows, first looking me in the eye, and then looking down over her friend's ass, watching me pump my cock into her. Her expression held the same type of fascination I'd had a few moments ago as I observed the two of them together. Slipping her hand down her stomach, she started working her clit with her fingers, using them to replace Neecee's withdrawn tongue. The tortured look on her face told me she was close to another orgasm as well.

It didn't take long for the scene before me to bring me to the point of no return. The fire in my balls grew, flowing up my shaft and exploding into my wife's twat. As the first wave of cum shot from my body, Neecee's body stiffened as her own orgasm took over. Screaming as though the world were coming to an end, she held on to Katrina's legs for dear life. Apparently, this was all Katrina needed, as she too crossed her pleasure point and moaned loudly in ecstasy.

When the chorus of passion was over, we all collapsed on to the couch, spent from journey our bodies had just been taken on. No one spoke, or even moved for that matter for several minutes. Finally, Neecee broke the silence, uttering a single word: "Damn."

"Yeah. Damn." Katrina chimed in, looking like she'd just ran ten miles uphill. I probably looked the same way, but kept my thoughts to myself. Now that the fun was over, the questions started coming back to my mind.

Turning to me, Neecee looked at my face and must have guessed what was going on in my head. "I guess we owe you an explanation. As you probably guessed, this isn't the first time Katrina and I have "played". It started out innocent enough at work, with some flirting and touching here and there, but then we gave in and went all the way." Katrina looked down at this point, probably from guilt or shame. Remaining silent, I let Neecee continue. "That was a couple of weeks ago. We both felt pretty bad about doing something behind your back, so we talked about how to bring this to you. When we realized your birthday was coming up, everything kinda fell into place."

Still silent, I looked first from one, then to the other, not quite sure what to say, or even how I felt. "C'mon Daddy, please don't be upset. I told you a long time ago I had fantasies of being with a woman. Katrina is the first person, other than you, I felt comfortable even telling that to, much less doing anything with. I promise we only did anything that one time, and if you say the word, it will never happen again. I just hoped that this could be something we could share, since Katrina said she felt very comfortable with you and everything. Please say something, the staring is killing me!" With that, Neecee seemed almost close to tears. 

Looking to the floor, I considered all that was said. I wasn't mad, although I guess I should have been, since I was cheated on. But she was right...we'd talked about this a few times in the past. She'd just taken the initiative to go for what she wanted, just as she'd done with other things so many times in the past. And I had to admit, the fringe benefits of what she'd done were nothing to sneeze at. "So...how do I fit into this?" I finally asked.

"Ummm...well, we figured that it would be equal parts three-some, girl-girl and maybe even some one-on-one time between you and Katrina when she's more comfortable. Just everyone sharing everything. How does that sound?" Neecee said, a seductive smile coming across her face. 

Looking at Katrina, I asked "How do you feel about that? As far as I knew, you were pure lesbian."

"Well, I guess you could say I'm 'hetro-friendly'". I'm not promising that I'll let you fuck me or that I'll suck your dick, but I'm open to the possibility. We'll see how things go." 

"I see. Well, I guess that's my attitude as well. We'll see how this goes. All I ask is that everyone is upfront on what's going on." I said, crossing my arms and trying to look as stern as I could, sitting there buck naked.

"Ohhhh, thank you, Daddy. I told you this was gonna be a great birthday, didn't I?" Neecee said, hugging me tightly. "Now, I suggest you call your boss and leave a message saying you'll be late tomorrow, cause I'm still horny and I want Katrina to eat me out for a while before you fuck me again. C'mon girl, help me get cleaned up. You got some work to do." Grabbing Katrina by the wrist she dragged her off the couch and off to the bedroom. Calling over her shoulder, Neecee said, "Give us about a half, then come on in. She'll have me good and ready for you by then."

Retrieving my drink off the table, I leaned back on the couch and reflected on the events of the evening. I've had some good birthdays in the past, but this one will probably go into the Hall Of Fame. Not sure how this is all gonna work out, but it's definitely going to be interesting...very interesting indeed...



Happy Birthday



On the morning of your birthday you receive an e-mail from me simply with an address and 3 photos of 3 very hot guys. I ask you to tell me which of these guys you like best and then to simply show up at noon at the specified address.

When you arrive at noon the door is answered by the guy you selected from the photos. He is topless, is clearly in great shape and even better looking than in the picture. After closing the door behind you he takes you in his muscular arms, says 'Hi and Happy Birthday', and gives you a big long wonderful kiss. Your hands run over his back and chest marveling at the toned muscles. 

He suddenly scoops you effortlessly into his arms and carries you towards a bedroom. In the middle of the bedroom is large bed with rose petals scattered across the sheets. He places you gently on the edge of the bed and says 'Ken changed his mind after sending you the e-mail this morning, all 3 of us are here for your pleasure.' 

With that the other two guys who were in the pictures appear in the bedroom. They are also topless and in just as great shape as the first guy. In turn they each come to you, take your hand and kiss it, say 'Happy Birthday' and then lean down to kiss you on the mouth.

After the introductory kisses, which already have your heart racing a little, they lie you back onto the bed. One of them is lying on each side of you and the other at your feet. The two lying beside you slowly open and remove your blouse while kissing your arms and neck. The one at your feet manages to remove your skirt while gently stroking and kissing your legs. Before removing your bra and panties they stand and simultaneously remove their pants and underwear. Even while they are still soft you can tell each is well hung. They move back to stand in front of the bed and allow you to explore their naked bodies with your hands. Your touch clearly has a positive effect on them as each begins to stiffen. You notice the first guy in particular growing to a size that is quite impressive. You give each a quick lick on their shafts and a kiss on the head. 

You are suddenly picked up again off the bed and with swift sure movements, the rest of the your clothes are quickly removed and you are back in the middle of the bed and there is a mouth at each nipple and one hovering above your pussy. They begin gently and lovingly kissing and licking. You lie back and relax as you enjoy the sensations starting to build. As their licks grow more passionate you feel your body rising to a climax far more quickly than normal. The 3 tongues are difficult enough to keep track of but when their hands begin stroking and caressing you the feeling is amazing. You suddenly feel the first finger thrust up inside you and this triggers your first orgasm. 

Over the next 20 to 30 minutes they bring you to what seems like an endless string of orgasms with just their hands and tongues. They allow you to come down just for a minute after each one while they swap positions but then immediately bring you back over the edge. You have never before experienced such continuous and prolonged excitement. As you begin to think you may not be able to take much more you feel yourself penetrated by the first of the 3 large cocks. He starts pounding quickly and powerfully. You sense that he is aroused to the point of no return. You wrap your arms around him and the two of you manage to time your release to perfection. You feel him fill you with his warm cum as your body stiffens in climax again. 

As you begin to relax, but certainly not to the point of full recovery, you find yourself flipped over and your behind lifted into the air. Cock #2 enters you doggie style and begins his home stretch run. In this position he is hitting spots inside you that seem impossibly deep. He lasts longer than you think he would given the pace of his thrusts and you try the best you can to hold on until he is there. Suddenly you hear him grunt and the pace gets even quicker, your pussy explodes once more as you feel shot after shot of his seed firing inside you. 

You roll back onto your back to recover and after a short period you realise it was the guy first selected, with the biggest cock of them all, who has not yet had a turn. You motion for him to come closer so you can play with his huge cock. You are actually a little concerned that he may have trouble getting in and that maybe he would settle for a blow job. You take him into your mouth, which is more difficult than you would have thought possible. He settles down to watch you for a while but as he gets near he pulls out flips around in front of you and plows his massive dick all the way inside. You gasp but do not feel the pain you were expecting rather your body jumps back to the edge of orgasm almost immediately. He slows and then speeds up, sensing where you are and trying to hold you on the precipice for as long as possible. You are losing your mind and start begging for him to finish, you feel on the brink of blacking out when finally he lets loose a final series of thrusts and you both scream out simultaneously.

You recall nothing more until awakening some time later to find me cuddling beside you. The 3 strangers have gone, you ask me where I came from and I tell you that I was here the entire time watching and filming so that we might be able to relive it together at some point. I lean over for a kiss and to wish you Happy Birthday. You roll towards me to return the kiss and ...



Happy Birthday



Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.

*****

So Leanne and I have been dating for three months and decide to share a house so I can be closer to my university campus. It's a crumbling, grand old inner city terrace a short walk from the railway station. Personal freedom for us at last!

*****

We have separate bedrooms but Leanne never bothered to unpack any of her things into her own room, rather settling into my room. 

Our sex life was that of two horny 20 year olds who for first time have the time and place to fuck where ever and when ever they wanted. 

It was the 1980s and we were out partying every night! We were also fucking away merrily in a hedonistic time before we had to worry about HIV. 

Most of the nightclubs we frequented were on the golden mile, the gay strip on Oxford Street. These clubs played the music we loved, stayed open late and no one took any notice of multiple people in toilet cubicles; sex, drugs & rock n roll! It opened our eyes to the smorgasbord of life that was of offer. 

Leanne's birthday was coming up and my thoughts wandered through sexy gift ideas. 

I stopped in at an adult shop on the way home from Uni, browsing the hard core magazines, toys and books. Some of the toys blew my mind but couldn't in honesty imagine Leanne letting me use them on her. I come across a book that expanded many horizons at that time, the illustrated Joy of Sex. I flick through and start to imagine doing these things with my girl, my cock hardening. One gift sorted!

I head back to the sex toys stoping at a silver bullet vibrator; "hmmmm" my brain clicking through possibilities.

...

The morning of Leanne's birthday it's presents in bed; there is plenty of time as neither of us has classes. 

"Here my love, I thought you would like this," I hand her the gift wrapped copy of the Joy of Sex, suddenly thinking she might find it a strange gift. I still did not know that her sexual urges ran deeper and darker than my own. 

She giggled "I didn't think you would remember to buy my anything."

"Open it, I hope you like it."

Slowly she peels back the wrapping - then tearing the remainder away when she seed the title. 

"Oh my god! What an amazing idea!" She squealed. 

So far so good. 

I pass the smaller parcel to her. 

"Two presents, you're spoiling me."

I certainly plan on doing just that. 

When Leanne opens the small parcel her mouth forms a small "O". 

"Fuck, I've gone too far," I think to myself. 

I can see her brain working away at what I was saying with the second gift. 

"Come here and give the birthday girl a kiss," patting the bed beside her. 

Her wet mouth opens as I kiss her, our tongues dashing out. Her kiss is hungry, urgent. When we come up for air she opens up the Joy of Sex and starts flicking through it, and then shares her realization that it is a manual for the possibilities of sexual pleasure. 

"So, how will we start with this? Do we work our way through all of this?" Leanne asks me. 

Put on the spot, the blood draining from my brain to engorge my cock, I whisper, "How about alphabetically?" 

"Hmmm, good as anything," she replies. 

Flicking through to the "A" we come to a description of armpit fucking. 

We look at each other, thinking through the process. 

"Ok, so how do we do this?" She asks me. I am impressed by her willingness to give it a go. 

I kiss her, nibbling my way down her neck. I can feel her large nipples hardening through the over sized T-shirt she uses as a nightie. 

"This needs to go," I whisper to her, as I slip it over her head. 

I am always cum struck by the splendor of her large breasts, white, soft, meaty fun globes; I am happy with her more than a handful. I continue kissing my way south, lifting her arm to reveal her freshly shaved armpit. I inhale her scent; I'm not an armpit fetishist but it was certainly an interesting concept. I kiss, then lick the soft flesh. I feel goosebumps rising on her glowing pale skin. 

Her hand drifts across my chest, then stomach, searching for my already hard cock. She starts to pump up and down, rubbing the head with her thumb, spreading my pre-cum over the head. 

"Hmmmmm," I murmur to myself, to her, to anyone that was listening. I really need to try this armpit thing. 

Leanne reads my thoughts, pulling my cock up and into her warm waiting mouth. I rock my hips, thrusting my rock hard cock deeper into her mouth, until I feel the head reach the back of her mouth. I stop there, letting Leanne's mouth get used to the size of my cock plugging her opening. She starts to suck on what she can fit in, a hand wanking the rest of my length, cupping and gently squeezing my balls. I pull out, looking down to take in her loving eyes, spit running off her chin and on to the top of her bouncing titties. 

Not wanting to waste potential lube I wipe this spit up and onto her armpit with my steel hard cock. I close her arm wrapping myself in her soft wet skin, then decide to try and fuck this strange place; I think to myself that her magnificent tits would be better suited to this job but, "we have agreed to try everything."

Even though her pits were freshly shaved the stubble rubs the length of my cock. Slightly painful, but interesting. 

"I think we need some more lube," I say to Leanne. 

"I've got some Vas on the makeup table."

My hard cock bounces sideways as a walk over to get it. 

"Woo-ho!" Leanne calls out in appreciation. 

I scoop out a healthy blob of Vas depositing it on her armpit and spread it around with my man-meat. With this extra lube I can start to get a rhythm on. I swap her around so I am fucking her armpit from behind, the purple head popping out the other side when I thrust all the way. I bring her hand up to work my swollen head when it pokes out. 

Knowing this position is really all for my benefit I reach down to her cleft; tracing through her naturally blond soft pubic down to find her wetness. I run two fingers along her wet slit, parting her outer folders. 

"Sssshh!" Hot breathe forced out in reaction to my touch. 

I work my two fingers in and out of her hot box as I fuck her armpit. It feels pretty good, a little weird but good. 

I see Leanne start to tweak her own nipple and feel her other hand joining mine at her squelching pussy, wanking her clit. 

Our breathing is getting faster as we both head towards the big "O".

I feel an extra softness on the tip of my cock, Leanne has pulled up her large breast so I rub across its softness at the end of my thrust. 

I can feel my excitement building and want to try and get Leanne there too. I jam a third finger into her wet cunt, curling to rub the rough skin at her G spot. I can feel her toes start to curl. 

My man cream is starting to bubble up from my balls. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Oh yeah, give it to me baby!" She cries. 

As I start to erupt I feel her cunt muscles tightening, griping my hand. One last thrust in her armpit and my cockhead hits the soft top her breast and I spill my seed. I yell like an animal as spurt after spurt of jizz rockets over her creamy tits, her throat, her armpit. I can't believe I can pump out so much cum. 

"Yum, I have to taste this," Leanne whispers as she scoops up puddles of my goo and licks the pearly cream from her fingers. My half hard, still throbbing cock is in my hand and I move it to her lips. I look down to see her looking lovingly up at me and her tongue snakes out to swirl around my nob end cleaning off any cum that drips from the eye. 

"Ok! What else starts with "A"?" Leanne asks. 

...

Lying together, naked and sticky, we flick through the book. 

"A... Anal?" Leanne asks. 

I look over to her, first drinking in her beautiful blue eyes, then catching patches of cum glistening on her breasts, my heart beating a little faster. "Sure, if you want to," pretty sure she would change her mind. In my mind, at that time, anal sex was a long way from what I considered regular. 

We started to read through the "Anal Sex" entry; described the practice, preparation and positions. Leanne smiled and grabbed my hardening cock. 

"Ok, let's give it a go!" She said handing me the Vas, then proceeded to place a pile of pillows on the bed and got comfy on all fours offering her virgin ass up to me. 

With one hand massaging her pussy and clit, the other scooped up a blob of Vas, cold and greasy. "Not very appealing" I think to myself. 

Leanne murmurs to herself, her face in the pile of pillows. She jumps a little as I place my Vas covered thumb gently on her rose opening. 

"Bit cold, sorry," thinking there must be something better than Vas. But it quickly warms up as I rub it on the crack near her dark opening. Her anus responds by relaxing and slowly opening itself to my slow probing. I think to myself that I should start with something smaller and lube up my index finger. 

I slowly push it in amazed at the heat I find inside her, surprisingly warmer than my fingers pumping in and out of her cunt. I am one knuckle deep, past the first ring, and no comment or complaint from Leanne. 

"Ok?" I ask, concerned. 

"Yeah" breathy. "Get on with it!"

"Right!" I say to myself and start to work my finger in and out of her ass, going just that little bit deeper each time. 

I look down and drink in the splendor below. Her perfect white ass cheeks offered up to me, her dusky hole swallowing my finger. She rocks her hips back to fuck her pussy on my hand. "Fuck! This is hot!" I think out loud. 

Time to open her up more. Worried that I might hurt her but so turned on by what we are doing I slowly introduce a second finger. 

"Hmmm" in pleasure. No problem it would seem. 

I soon have both fingers all the way up her greased ass stretching her opening ever wider. 

By this stage my cock is blindingly hard, twitching at the smallest touch. I lube up my shaft unable to look anywhere else but her winking butthole. 

"Here we go!" I call out. 

"Give it to me! I want you all the way up me."

I rub my cockhead up her crack picking up some of her juices on the way and place it on her dark, delicious opening. Slowly I push forward with my hips. Her anal opening is incredibly tight and I begin to doubt I can actually get my seven inches in there. I push harder and suddenly, with a pop, the head is just inside; I feel her sphincter griping tight as a vice. Slowly, ever so slowly, I push deeper. 

"Ugh!" Leanne breathes out into the pillows. 

I massage her soft buns trying to relax her, running my fingers from the beautiful crack across her peaches ending at her hips.

"Maybe you should control this," I suggest. "I'll stay still and you push back 'til you get used to it."

Looking down I see the awesome sight of my cock sloooowly disappearing into my love's hot, hot, hot ass. Her ring is so tight that lube is gathering at her brown opening. I start to count backwards from 500 to try and slow my load. I reach under her and caress he puffy lips. When I hit her clit a shudder passes through her, the spasm draws more of my length into her. 

"Got much more to go?" Leanne asks between sharp breaths. 

"Bout half way there," trying to sound cheerful. 

"Right!" She pushes back sharply, swallowing another inch or more of cock. 

"Wait there and let me try something," I suggest. 

With five of my seven inches throbbing in her ass I hold still and holding her white hips I roll her pelvis, screwing in her hole. Her grip lessens a little and taking the cue I start to fuck her in tiny movements, getting more and more of my pole up her sweet ass. 

My pubes finally rest against her ass crack and I lean forward to kiss her mouth deeply. 

"Fuck I love your ass!"

"I love you - up there!" Then she squeals as I force two fingers 

Into her gaping cunt and pump them in and out. Her ass hole is so hot I am ready to blow from getting my dick all the way in. I'm not going to last much longer and I want to get her to the edge with me. 

"I thought you were ass fucking me? Not finger fucking me." God I love her dirty talk. 

My back counting has reached 200. 

"Your ass is sucking the cum right out of me, I'm not going to last."

A wicked, glowing smile lights her face. 

"Don't worry, I'm ready. JUST FUCK ME!"

With this I start to saw in and out of her super tight hole. As I pull out I feel the rubbery grip wringing my shaft; I can feel each ridge individually popping past her inner ring. Her grip is so fierce there is a deep redness where my cock has been inside her. The head is just inside her, pause and push back inside her steamy colon not stopping until I rest balls deep in her warmth. I have not looked anywhere else but her hole taking my cock; I am transfixed. I look up to see her face turned towards me, her eyes closed, mouth open, welcoming. I think of sinking myself deep into her throat until there was no more cock to push in. 

That thought takes me to the crest of my orgasm and I fuck her now stretched butthole as hard as I can. I spread her legs wider so my hot balls slap loudly on her wet pussy. Digging my growing intensity Leanne pushes back to slam her rump hard against me. 

"I'm coming!" I call to everyone in the house, pushing as deeply as I can. I feel Leanne grab my nut sack grinding it into her dripping cunt opening, then rubbing it hard on her clit. 

I have managed only five full strokes in and out of her glorious, virgin ass and start to pump load after load deep into her rectum. She screams out her own orgasm into the pillow, her colon pulsing in time with my cock. My orgasm keeps going on and on, my cock staying firm in her sweet, gooey butt hole. Sweat ran down her soft back, over her plump rump to gather in her ass crack; I use this ooze to massage her twitching rear. I feel her hand wrap around my width still jammed up her shit hole. 

"Oh My Fucking God! Your still hard in my bum."

I start to fuck her ass again, enjoying the blissful sensation of my cock sloshing in her ass hole; I can feel my cum inside her, sliding between my cock and her smooth channel. I was ready to fuck her delicious bum again!

"I can't handle any more of you back there." 

Her hand firm on the base of my cock stopping any further butt fucking. I ease back and out of her greasy ass, my fat cock head popping reluctantly out; I rest it in her sweaty ass crack and lean forward and kiss Leanne passionately. God she is sexy!

We fall together on the bed snuggling in a post coital glow, my hard cock wedged in her ass crack. I tease her nipples and nibble her neck. 

"Hmmm... that's better than armpit sex... Want to try that again sometime?" She asks. 

I rub my length between her cheeks and squeeze her breast. 

"Guess that's a yes," she giggles.

We fall asleep together. 

...

Sometime later I wake as Leanne is creeping out of bed. 

"Gotta go to the bathroom and clean up, lover, I have your man stuff leaking outta me." That thought lights a fire. 

My bedroom is upstairs in the unrenovated terrace house, the bathroom is downstairs and out the back; a long a cold walk in winter time. We had gone Victorian to solve the problem, using a chamber pot in the bedroom for our number ones. 

It is an incredibly sexy sight looking over and seeing Leanne balancing on her toes, legs arched over the potty. A quiet, wet fart escapes her bottom and then my cum starts to dribble out of her rosebud. I get out of bed and kneel behind her for a better view. The smell of our recent sex strong in the air. 

"Hope you don't mind?" I ask. 

Leanne looks over her shoulder to me, raises an eyebrow in surprise, "Ok lover, nice view?"

I lean in closer, my nose only inches from her cum dripping ass hole. 

"Lean forward," I command.

She is on her hands and knees, legs spread wide so I can watch her toilet. 

"Keep going... push it out!"

Another wet fart and more of my cum runs out of her ass. This time it drips along her taint, then along her cunt lips collecting on her thin pubes before dropping into the potty. 

"Feels like that's it." She says. 

I probe her loosened butt hole with my finger looking for more cum. 

"Think so," I reply. 

My finger comes out greasy with hot Vaseline and my cum. I work two, three fingers into her wet ass collecting as much jizz as I can and spread it over her swinging breasts. It makes a fantastic massage cream!

Some cum is still hanging sexily from her clit; I lean in breathing in deeply, drawing in our smell. On impulse my tongue pokes out to taste myself on her pussy. Weird but not horrible; I have to share this with her. I pass my cum to her hungry mouth. 

"We skipping to 'S'?"

"Snowballing?"

I can see my cum in her mouth as she speaks. 

"Don't swallow. I want to see it run out of your lips and drip on your hot tits." I order. 

My cock is like steel at this sight. Cum and spit running out of her cute, pouty lips. She holds her large breasts up so the mess gathers there; I notice she is rolling both nipples in her fingers at the same time. Her gaze locks on to my eyes, hungry again. She looks down to my rigid penis, slick with pre-cum and the cum that it had collected from her ass crack. 

"Not 'S'. Let's give 'T' a try"

"Huh?"

"Tit fucking!" I answer. 

I easily slide my shaft between the massive globes and she holds them tightly together for maximum friction. There is so much breast meat that my knob barely pokes out at the end of the thrust. I pull her head down to her tits and thrust deeper this time, my balls pushing into her tits and the tip of my cock slips into her warm, waiting mouth. Her tongue circles my helmet and she sucks hard. We keep at this until I feel my balls start to boil; it is silent except for the wet squishing of my cock in her cleavage and our elevated breathing. 

I gently lay her back and get on top of her in the classic 69 position. I suck on her pussy finding remnants of my cum here and there; I keep this tart juice in my mouth as my cock pistons down her throat. 

"Need some lube to help it slide better?" I ask and dribble the last of my cum into her waiting mouth. 

"I need more!" She replies. 

Not wanting to disappoint I jam my cock back into her mouth and start to fuck her open hole. Each thrust is a little bit deeper until my head is at the top of her throat. She swallows and my balls are slapping into her nose. I pull out of her moist mouth and she gags, stealing some air. 

"God you're big!" She cries. 

I go back to her open mouth knowing my release is not far; fucking her mouth hard, only giving her time to breathe, I think of her sucking on my cock meat that has recently been up her ass. This image turns me on. She doesn't seem to have a problem with ass to mouth. 

I pull myself from her sucking lips and lift her legs up, knees at her shoulders, the tip of my cock probing her rose. 

I can see from the look on her face she had thought I would finish myself in her loving mouth and is surprised by my sudden change. Looking down Leanne is splendid, a sloppy mess from mouth to ass; jizz and cum and spit glistening on her skin. I have to take her ass again. 

Without asking this time I take what is now mine. I ease my length into her satin back passage in one long push until my balls rest against her soft buns. 

"Hmmmm, sexy lover," she coos. 

Literally balls deep in her I take her hand and place it on her empty cunt. I pull her pussy lips apart so I can see inside her, my cock buried deep below. She slips her fingers inside herself - I feel them rubbing through the thin wall that separates my shaft from her pussy. 

"You're the sexy one." I whisper into her ear. 

Locked like this for what seems eternity, I feel Leanne wanking my cock through this thin membrane. This is something we won't find in the Joy of Sex book!




Happy Birthday



I start to fuck her ass while her hand disappears into her pussy, her bent legs pushing her large tits together. I lick from her nipples to her open mouth and force my tongue deep into her. All three holes are now plugged. 

The only sound is the rhythmic slap of my balls against her slick bum, our moans silenced by our kiss. Leanne's tongue fights back trying to fuck its way down my throat. 

With a gasp I quickly pull from her butt and wrap my steaming meat in her sweaty tits. Again I pull up her head so I can jam my ass flavored cock between her lips on the end of the stroke. I savagely twist her hard, large nipples to keep her in the game. I thrust all the way into her mouth, making her gag, then move back to force my way back into her ass. 

Her ass muscles are fully relaxed now, stretched loose by this first day of hard fucking. I pull all the way out and enjoy looking at her bung hole hanging open, calling for my sperm. Silky smooth muscles massage the entire length of my shaft; I pleasure myself pushing in and out of her outer rings, my cock head working it like a set of anal beads. 

Leanne's hand is in a blur fucking her own pussy; a high pitched moan leaves her lips. 

I feel my third orgasm coming quickly I again pull from her warm anal embrace to ram my shaft down her tight throat. After three or four strokes I pull out and push back it to her ass and find the opening jammed full by her other hand. I am ready to blow and I'm not stoping for anything, so I push into her butt along with her fingers! After the second, tight stroke Leanne got the idea leaving her back love hole to me. 

She grips my shoulder, "Look into my eyes when you fill me up!"

No problem there; the sight below is enough to push me over the edge. Leanne's face is a glorious mess of cum and spit, blobs of jizz in her blond hair, a smear across one eyebrow above her clear blue, wide open eyes. Her lips parted, gasping as her orgasm nears, her large breasts bouncing as I jam into her distended ass hole; it's making little farting sounds as air escapes in rhythm to my pounding. 

We both scream together, orgasming as one, my seed pumps deep into her ass for the second time in a hour. Leanne claws her nails on my back as she arches her pelvis up to force more of my cock into her. We fall together still entangled, my cock semi hard in her dripping ass hole, and hold each other tight. 

"Happy birthday!"



Happy Birthday



My 45th birthday was last September. As our kids are older, to do a fun celebration my wife suggested we do something different than the traditional family dinner of getting drunk, and complaining about our extended relatives.

I thought it was a great idea, I suggested a weekend in Las Vegas where I could golf, gamble, drink, and fuck as if it was the last birthday of my youth.

My wife of 22 years, Sarah, is still magnificent, five feet five inches tall, 125 lbs. still with killer curves led by her all natural 34C breasts. As she isn't a big gambler or drinker, she thought she might be lonely if I go off to golf and gamble all weekend, so she suggested that she invite a couple friend of ours, Meaghan and Marcus. I too thought it would be a great idea, as Marcus and I like to drink and golf. Meaghan, who also has a great body, with her not so natural 36D tits, has always been very flirty with me, especially after a few drinks. So having them with us would make the weekend that much more fun.

Sarah took it upon herself to plan and make arrangements for us to go to Las Vegas. She also helped Meaghan plan for our friends to join us the next day, as Marcus couldn't get out of work in time to take the same flight.

We arrived in Las Vegas on a Thursday, checked into our hotel, had a great time with a nice supper, a couple of drinks, and taking in a show. That night was fucking hot. Sarah, who never wears lingerie, put on the sexiest teddy after we took an in-room hot tub together. Needless to say, the teddy didn't stay on long.

Knowing this could be our only private night together, I took my time to ensure Sarah had a great orgasm. I caressed her, stroked her back, kissed her neck, massaged as much of her body as I could, before I found her soaking wet, waiting to get off. Rubbing her hot pussy and clit, I made sure she got the more than enough foreplay to make the sex rock. Truth be told, I was trying to make her so horny she'd get really nasty. While my wife is fucking hot, she's never let me do any of the things she considers taboo, like cumming in her mouth, anal sex or having a threesome, although I still try to make these happen.

After her moaning and writhing, I felt like I was going to cum without having been touched at all. But this was Sarah's night. After a few short strokes of my seven inch cock, I entered her in one easy push. Within moments, Sarah threw her head back and started yelling to fuck her good. Because we'd decided to not have sex the week prior to our trip, both of us wanted to cum, and cum hard. I pushed in as deep as I could, sending the tip of my cock into the back of her pussy. Sarah shrieked in ecstasy as she came, and so did I. While the sex didn't last long, I knew we had the whole weekend.

The next morning we got up and rented a car for a couple days. As this was planned, we had offered to pick up Meghan and Marcus. On arrival at the airport, we were surprised to find only Meaghan made the trip. She said Marcus couldn't make it as he had to stay at 'work', which she stated with an unusual tone of voice. Regardless, Meaghan said she was ready to party, gave me a big birthday hug, and made sure her big fake tits rubbed into my chest.

After getting Meghan checked in to the room adjoining us, we decided to head to the pool for an afternoon of sun, poolside drinks, and for me, a view of nothing but tanned glistening skin, and the smallest of bikinis. 

The afternoon started off as it always does, Sarah complaining about her work, Meaghan complaining about her husband, and I stay quiet trying to offer a supportive ear, but all I can think of are the smoking hot women in the pool.

As the sun was beginning to set, we decided to head in, get cleaned up and go for supper. The ladies looked as sexy as I've ever remembered. Sarah wore a tight camisole and blouse that hugs everything just the right way, and Meaghan in a tight black dress with a neckline that shows off her great cleavage.

After a light supper, I told the ladies I wanted to play some cards, and to give me a couple of hours by myself. Sarah hugged me from behind, sticking her wonderful tits into my back and told me to have fun. "If all goes as planned, we'll have ourselves an even bigger blast tonight" she whispered in my ear. Meaghan, always the flirt, decided to hug me from the front and rub her tits into me again. Knowing how flirtatious Meaghan can be, I thought nothing of it, although my dick did a little twitch.

While Sarah and Meghan went off for a couple of drinks, I found the poker room and decided to play some cards. It was one of those nights where nothing could go wrong. I was on a heater that lasted hand after hand. Within a couple of hours, I was up nine thousand dollars.

Sarah and Meaghan returned and found me in the poker room as we had arranged. It was clear they had a few drinks and were very bubbly. While within her limits, my wife is a monster in the sack when she's had just the right amount of alcohol. When she said it was time to go upstairs, I couldn't cash out fast enough, hoping that tonight was the night she was just drunk and horny enough to let me cum in her mouth. All three of us headed upstairs for the night.

On the elevator ride up to our floor, both ladies were giggling and rubbing their breasts on my shoulders and arms, and I loved every minute of it. As we walked down the hallway, we arrived at our room first, scanned the key card and opened our door. I walked in first, and Sarah followed behind me. To my surprise, Meaghan followed Sarah in the room as they continued to whisper and giggle amongst each other.

While I was excited to have both ladies in the room, I was also disappointed because I'd have to wait for Sarah and me to get our fuck on. That's when I got the hint something different was about to happen. Meaghan has offered on more than one occasion to join my wife and me in the sack, but I always thought she was joking. It's not in Sarah's nature to plan a three way, but didn't know what the fuck was going on, so I went along for the ride.

Sarah told me that I'd been the best husband any woman could ever want, that she loved me with all her heart, and that she wanted to make this birthday the best one I'll ever have. 

She asked me to make a round of drinks for us, and when I was done to sit in the chair. Only when I was seated would Sarah and Meaghan come out of the adjoining room to celebrate my birthday. With my mind racing, and quickly made a rounds of drinks, sat down in the chair, and told Sarah I was ready.

Both Sarah and Meaghan came out of the room wearing the sexiest of lingerie I can imagine, put some music on the iPad, and started dancing very suggestively. I told them if they took off their clothes, I'd scrap tomorrow's plan to hit one of Vegas' strip clubs. Sarah told me there'd be no need to go anywhere tomorrow.

Sipping on my drink, and watching the women do a slow strip tease was getting me hard. Within a few moments, the ladies had made their way over to me on their hands and knees, tits out of their lingerie, and slowly stroking my cock from outside my pants. Sarah looked up at me and told me to enjoy the night, as I earned the fuck of a lifetime.

Undoing my belt, they slowly took down my pants and boxer briefs to expose my rigid cock. After using her hand to get started, Sarah continued by licking my cockhead and shaft, immediately making me harder than I've ever felt. Meaghan had started rubbing her hands on my chest and eventually stuck her left nipple in my mouth to suck and bite. Sarah soon engulfed my cock in her mouth, and seeing her head bobbing up and down was unbelievable. I've never came from a blowjob since I was 18 years old, so I was able to hold out. That is until Meaghan decided to join Sarah on her knees to help her with what was already an amazing blowjob.

If you've never seen two women sucking your cock at the same time, it's a sight you'll want to remember forever. Taking turns going as deep as they could, they used a rhythm that made my cock hard as a rock. Up and down they went, taking turns giving the most pleasure I've ever experienced, I couldn't hold out much longer. I started to feel my balls tighten. After I moaned that I was close to cuming, Sarah and Meaghan moved from taking turns sucking my cock, instead they positioned themselves so they could suck and lick me at the same time. With their tongues and glistening lips, they ran their mouths from my tip to base at the same time. That was too much for me to take, with each side of my cock in their mouths; I screamed that I was cuming. They didn't miss a beat and kept on sliding, licking and sucking as jets of cum fired out of my balls onto their tits, into their hair, and onto the floor. After I was done, Sarah looked up at me asked how I liked the appetizer.

With that I knew we were in for a long night, we took a short break to finish our drinks, and I told them to get ready to get fucked hard and fast, as tomorrow's my birthday, and I'll do what I want. They said they wouldn't want it any other way. 

It was then I told them lay on the bed side by side. As I like to lick pussy, I was going to be in my glory with two sexy women to lick to orgasm. Starting by a rubbing their breasts, sides, and inner thighs, I made my way to their sweet spots with my fingers. Already wet from their drinks and the earlier action, my fingers easily slipped into Meaghan. While doing that, I made my way into position to lick Sarah. Flicking at her clit with my tongue, it took less time for her to cum than normal. She was fucking horny, and squealed in ecstasy. As Sarah always needs a couple of moments to recover after an oral orgasm, I concentrated on Meaghan's pussy. Being a perfectionist in licking pussy, I ensured all of my skills were being used to lick, flick, suck and swirl (I wanted her to give a great report to Sarah) around Meaghan's clit. This also went on for a short amount of time, until she too screamed out in orgasm.

Now that we were deep into my night of drunken horny sex, I was going to make sure I enjoyed every moment I could, as I'd likely never have a chance to do this again. Being hard as rock from the women's screams it was time for the main course.

Sarah, now recovered, was the first to get bent over the bed, and have me impale my rod into her from behind. With a heavy moan, she accepted my cock. As we started to perfect our rhythm, she closed her legs together for me to enjoy her tightness even more. While a powerful woman, Sarah likes me to take control of her in the sack. As this was my night, I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled as I fucked her hard and fast. She loved how she was getting drilled, and came again with a load moan. Sarah turned and looked up at me with a roar, as if to say 'I loved it'. Catching my breath for a moment, Meaghan looked at me and said "my turn, I've been looking forward to this for 15 years". 

Laying on the bed, Meaghan lifted up her legs, and I easily pushed myself all the way into her in one stroke. Meaghan was very open about her sexual prowess. She was far more open to fucking in every way possible, and was all about the experience of sex, and making sure her lover was very pleased. One of the ways she pleases is by being very vocal. She let everybody on the hotel floor know how much she liked getting fucked by me, as she was as loud as anyone I've ever nailed. I loved it. That's when I got the next surprise.

Being the nasty little slut she is, she looked up and begged me to fuck her in the ass. I looked at Sarah who nodded her approval, and said to fuck her hard. Turning her over on the bed and onto all fours, I rubbed my cock from her clit to her ass, and pushed in. In doing that, it became clear to me she's done this before and loved it. She immediately squirmed, and moaned from the bottom of her stomach, the kind you know is deep pleasure. Meaghan turned around with great fuck me eyes, and told me to fuck her rotten. Without hesitation, I picked up my pace, but not too fast as I wanted to enjoy the feeling of this woman's tight ass.

Pumping Meaghan's ass, listening to continued guttural moans, and feeling the sexual ecstasy of doing something I've never done before, I knew I couldn't last much longer, but I kept fucking and held out as long as possible. As my speed and pounding picked up, Sarah could tell I was getting close to cumming, and urged me to cum in Meaghan's mouth. That was all I could handle, I took my cock out of Meaghan's ass, she got on her knees, and started sucking my cock like I've never experienced before. Within 30 seconds, I was firing shot after shot of the best orgasm I've ever experienced into the mouth of my wife's BFF. Unfuckingbelievable.

Being spent from the night of fucking, the three of us took a hot tub bath to clean up, after which I had a deep, dream filled sleep. Or at least I thought it was dream filled. I awoke to Sarah's pussy in my face and Meaghan's mouth over my cock.

I looked up at my wife and asked how many of my fantasies are you going to make come true this weekend. She looked at me and said, for you baby, all of them. Happy birthday.



Happy Birthday, Alex!



I hurry around sprucing up the house, lighting candles, fluffing the pillows on the couch, and making everything looks perfect. Today is his birthday and I want to make sure he comes home tonight to a setting that will surprise him and make sure he knows just how special I think he is. 

I parked down the block and let myself into his home. I had left little surprises for him all week but never once mentioned his birthday. Today, I purposely did not text him or call him. In addition, I did not respond to his messages because I did not want him to suspect a single thing. 

Turning on the TV, I flick through the channels to find a hockey game. As much as I abhor televised sports and hockey, tonight is all about him. I hurry to the kitchen and pull out the pizza I've made for his supper and place it on the coffee table.

I hear a noise in the driveway and glance out the window just as I see him pulling up to the garage. I slip behind the archway so he sees the living room first and, then, I plan to jump out at him to yell, "Surprise!" I know it's a childish action, but it is the first of his birthdays we have been able to celebrate together; the first of many I hope. 

Hearing his key turn in the lock, a smile spreads across my face. I hear him kick his shoes off and pad across the kitchen. I grin widely as hear him mumble to himself, "What the hell?" 

Feeling him near, I decided, right then, to jump out at him. "Surprise!" I exclaim loudly. 

He stumbles backward in surprise and gasps, "Geez April! You're scared the shit out of me!" 

Pulling me in a tight hug, he buries his face in my hair and whispers in my ear, "Thank you baby!" Then he adds, "I had no idea and completely forgot about my birthday. I knew you were cooking up something though with all of your little questions." 

Looking around the room, taking in the setting, I notice him smile slowly, making his eyes crinkle in the corners. Turning back to me with his bright smile, the one I have grown addicted to, he places the softest kiss on my lips. 

Pulling me down to sit on his lap as he descends to the couch, he wraps his arms around me. He looks up at the television, "Hockey? Really? You hate hockey." I nod slowly and he adds, "You are so sweet - that's one of the many things I like about you." 

I kiss him quickly and slip off his lap. Reaching forward, I grab his plate and deposit it in his lap. Then I curl up in the corner of the couch with a book while he watches the game. At each commercial, he leans over to kiss me softly or run his hands over my body in a way that promises more later. 

When the game finally ends, he wraps his arms around my wrist and nudges me back onto his lap. Leaning him back against the couch, I push my knees along his thighs as I rest on his legs. My lips begin moving slowly, gently along his. 

He murmurs softly, "Thanks, baby... for everything."

A slow smile breaks out over my face as I respond, "Well mister, I want the end of your birthday week to be perfect."

He tickles my sides and I squirm, "Week? I'm going for a birthday month. The party is only starting." 

He then tries to claim my lips but I burst out laughing from his tickles. "I have run out of ideas! Do you realize how hard this was to plan?" My fingers run along his chest and move higher as I lean in pressing my upper body to his. Holding his face in my hands, I continue, "Well unless..."

He cuts me off as his lips rub over my slowly, "Mmm hmmm... well the rest of the month can just be sex then. We have the entire list of sex positions you sent me to try that will take more than a month." 

Immediately, I laugh again, "That's what I was following my 'unless' with. I was about to say... unless you want to start going through that list." I grin slowly, my eyes twinkling as they meet his. "Forty-five positions. We've done quite a few but I'm feigning amnesia. So, I think we should try them all again."

Grinning widely, I tilt my head to the side and capture his lips. Sliding my tongue into his mouth, I move my body closer to press closer against him. Whispering even more softly, "I could never say no to sex with you."

He murmurs against my lips, "Well you do have me right here on the couch, baby."

My lips close as a teasing grin breaks out over my face and I push to get up. Instantly, he grabs me, pulls me back onto him, and mutters, "Not so fast," as he grabs my face and captures my lips with hard kisses. He then adds, "You didn't think you could get away that easily, did you?"

My lips press even tighter to his, controlling our kiss as I run my fingers down his chest and grasp his shirt in my hands. My lips press tightly and nearly bruise themselves against his. My breath starts coming harder and more ragged as moans and murmurs start becoming audible. 

His fingers start running into my hair while I savor each of our kisses. He breaks the kiss abruptly to meet my surprised eyes. "So you have been really busy with all of these surprises. How can I ever thank you?"

I move my lips to nibble his earlobe, whispering softly, "The only thanks I need is to know you like them, sweetheart."

My lips pull away from his earlobe to glide along his cheek while my chest presses tightly to his. I hear him gasp, "Do you know what feeling your chest on mine does to me?"

I silently respond by moving my fingers to unfasten a few buttons at the neck of his shirt before moving my fingers to grasp the hem and slide it up his body. He lifts his arms to let me remove his shirt while he whispers, "I need to feel you against me." Letting my lips leave his face to tug his shirt over his head, they immediately move to his neck to run along his warm skin and nibble a trail. 

My fingers move to grasp my tank top and raise it one inch at a time allowing each small expanse of newly exposed skin press into his. I feel him shudder while he moves to unfasten and unzip my shorts in order to slip his hand in. My ragged breath manages to speak slightly, "Honey... I... I..." My voice trails off as I feel his fingers moving just where they belong. 

He completes my thoughts as he often does, "You... want? Desire?" Letting my eyes meet his, I nod in response. He growls, "Well I fucking need you, baby."

I drag my shirt past my nipples and gasp the second they graze his skin. Slipping it over my head and tossing it on the couch, I move my lips to the curve of his neck and massage my tongue as my mouth descends. I start to nibble his collarbone and dig my nails into his shoulders as I feel him touching me. I manage to moan, "All of the above. My body seriously aches when you're away... aches with want... desire... need... anticipation, until you return."

He gasps as he feels my nails on his skin. "I can tell you are horny for you to be doing that now. You usually save that for later."

Grabbing one of my nipples and giving it a hard squeeze, he then begins to tease it a little before giving it a good, hard pinch between his thumb and finger. With the other hand turned up, he tries to find his way into my panties; but, he struggles because of the position and my clothing. 

He suddenly puts his hands on my shoulders and starts to push, lowering me to the floor. He follows and gets comfortably on top of me and smiles down into my eyes. His hand slithers to the front of my shorts and unzips them, tugs them down my thighs and then off, before tossing them aside. 

Crooking my knees to plant my feet on the floor, I edge my hands between us. While teasing his lips with kisses, my hands work on the button and zipper of his pants. Once they're undone, my feet raise to hook my toes into his waistband and slide them down his hips to his knees.

I groan inwardly as I feel his groin against mine and feel only the flimsy material of his boxers and my panties separating us. Slipping my feet back to the floor, I push my hips up to grind my pelvis slowly against his until I feel him growing stiff against me. 

Without warning, I seize his lips and pull his body down tightly against mine and move wantonly under him. 

He emits a nearly silent growl, "Do you feel what you have done to me?"

I smile inwardly and moan in response. There is nothing as arousing as feeling just a few thin pieces of materials between us. Our bodies fight to get to get at one another; we nudge and push our pelvises together but to no avail. I feel his cock denting my panties into my pussy and I dig my nails into his back to further our stimulation. We continue torturing one another until we can't take it and just know we need to make that connection. 

I grab his hand and slide it down to rub smoothly over the crotch of my panties forcing him to feel my dampness. I reply with a gasp as I feel his hand grab my mound through the material. He moves his fingers quickly, hitting my clit and pushing the material between my lips. As my mind starts racing, I mumble, "My gosh, do you see how you torture me?"

He chuckles as he continues to cup my panties and press through the material, "Seems like you enjoy what I'm doing. You're so fucking wet baby."

Giving the lowest of groans, I move my hips up against his hand, rubbing roughly against his fingers. My own hand slides into his boxers to stroke and wrap around his thick shaft.

He hisses the moment my fingers touch his erection, "Fuck, yes!" He follows that by slipping his hand under the waistband of my panties and, agonizingly slowly, toward my mound. He taps my clit briefly before he reaches my wetness. He rubs in circles, presses slightly, and massages relentlessly until he knows my body is driven with wild abandonment. He feels my body begging with a hunger so intense, he plunges his fingers in. 

Tossing my head back, I bite my lip the second his fingers push deeply inside of me. I gasp, primitively, as my body writhes causing me to squeeze his shaft. My fingers run down closer to his base as I smooth his skin and feel him grow unimaginably thicker. My other arm wraps around his shoulders as I pull his lips down to mine. Pushing up against his mouth roughly, my tongue instantly invades his mouth and my hand runs up and down his hard cock. 

He takes my tongue into his mouth then penetrates mine with his in return. He starts fucking my mouth just as he is doing with his fingers to my cunt. His two fingers are flying in and out of me until he decides to jam a third in, stretching me, and causing me to cry out, "Alex, don't you fucking stop!"

He responds by grinding his fingers and twisting them inside of me. My legs instantly wrap around his waist to further accommodate him. The smell of sex fills the air and he groans desperately, "I just can't take it anymore, baby. I need you..." His voice trails off and he yanks his hand out of my panties, grabs the crotch in his fist, and tugs, savagely shredding the fabric in his hands. 

I rush to push down his boxers with my feet, not allowing my hips to leave his, and clumsily push them down toward his feet and ankles. My body squirms as I fiercely work to free his cock and long to push it roughly where it belongs. After getting rid of his boxers, I wrap my legs around his waist and grab the back of his head in my hand, tangling my fingers in his hair. My mouth fights to open even more widely to desperately claim his kisses. Our teeth bump and scrape together while our tongues battle. Suddenly, I feel him right there. I feel him where he needs to be, where he should be, and where he was made to be. 

He pulls back from our kiss, causing my eyes to fly open. He can definitely see how much I need, want, and desire him. He smiles a slow, knowing smile and, without warning, plunges his hard cock into me completely. He starts to fuck me immediately; crazily, he pumps in and out of me. Each time he hits way up inside of me, deeper and deeper. 

I toss my head back as cry out from the pleasure combined with the surprising ache. My body scoots across the carpet with each of his strong thrusts. Feeling it burning my back, I grab ahold of him to keep myself in place, accepting and craving his intense pounding movements. 

I muster all of my strength to maneuver him onto his back but to no avail. He notices my effort and grabs my hips to keep me in my place as he rolls onto his back. 

My cheeks flush from the heat between us and from the need inside of me. I lean down and grab his shoulders. Straddling him, I push down on his pelvis before grinding tightly. My body starts to move up and down his. Raising myself up until he is nearly out of me, I, then, drop down to engulf him entirely.

Bending over him to watch his eyes, I angle him inside of me before riding his cock. His eyes fly open as my hips fly up and down his slick shaft. My lascivious, movements begin to border on savage as the thrusts of my hips grow faster. My body grows more licentious with each second. I notice his eyes flick to my swaying tits and my taut nipples scraping back and forth over his chest. 

I see his eyes roll back as he mutters, "God baby, you're making me crazy!"

I manage to bite out, "Good, Alex. I want you breathless... your mind racing... your body tingling... you being teased until you can't take it."

He moans out, "Fuck, I never knew I could need something so badly or someone so badly," before grabbing my hips and pulling me down tightly over him. 

Each time he thrusts upward as I push downward, I feel him probing different parts inside of me. Banging deep inside of me, he presses into my cervix. Sliding his hands around to grasp my ass, he pulls down to penetrate me even more and, squeezing hard, leaves marks on my cheeks with his fingers. 

I hear him sigh and moan with exhilaration before he whispers hoarsely, "Ride my hard cock, April. Get all the pleasure you want from it. Use it to stir deep inside you and make you go wild. When you want to cum... and want me to cum... just place your hand on my heart. 

Feeling my ass tense in his hands and gasping from the slight pain that quickly turns to pleasure, I bend down as he probes, pushes, and penetrates as deeply as I have ever been filled. My body tenses completely before relaxing. My lips reach down to claim one of his nipples. First, teasing with my tongue, I, then, spread my mouth of his pecs and suck on his flesh. I bite as I close my mouth around his skin until my teeth are tugging on his nipple.

My teeth release his nipple as my eyes close and I moan from all the desire swirling inside of me, "Alex, I need you...I just...I just need you."

He thrust as swirls his hips while holding me firmly in place, "Yes, and I have what you need and want, and I'm all yours."

Sitting up instantly, I lean back slightly to allow my body to bounce up and down on his cock. Grabbing his shoulders, I look down into his eyes and ride back and forth over his hips. Driven by lust and complete animal instinct, my right hand slides from his shoulders to reach down to pinch and twist his nipple.

He gasps as I feel him shudder, and the look in his eyes tells me all I need to know. He lets go of my hips and grabs my shoulders to bring my chest towards him. He seizes one nipple and pinches and, then, twists it. Then, he takes my other into his mouth to give me the same treatment. He gives it a long suck, then a sharp bite, then takes it between his teeth to tug away. 

I toss my head back because sweat has broken out over my body and has made my hair stick to my face. My mouth drops open and I gasp as I feel him hitting where he need to hits. Causing the sensation deep inside to drive me wild, I pull one hand away from his nipple and drag it to my clit. Rubbing ferociously while pushing down on him as my hips swivel, I feel the build-up mounting.

My eyes meet his and, I can tell, his hunger mirrors mine, "Baby, you know there will never come a day, a minute, a second when I don't crave you Alex...all of you.

His hands go back to my hips from the heightened intensity, and he bites out, "Yes, baby. I just love it when you touch yourself while we fuck. I can feel your fingers too and just..." His voice trails off as he concentrates on giving me what he knows my body needs. Then, he adds, "Take my cock in you so deep and cum all over it. Gush your juices all over me and, when you do, I'll give you all of mine," before clamping down on my nipple once with his teeth.

The second I feel his teeth pinch me, my insides begin convulsing, constricting, and pulsing.

Quickly putting my hand over his heart, I rise up and plunge deeply so he hits that spot that has swollen inside of me, causing a tidal wave to erupt.

He pauses to let the wave of my wetness engulf his cock like a tsunami. He then drives his cock into me quickly and powerfully to intensify my orgasm. He growls lowly, "I just love to feel you cum on me baby, on my cock, on my body, on me as I'm in you." Without notice, he grabs my hips and I feel his orgasm hitting him. His eyes go wide and then clench shut before he screams out, "Oh my goodness," while I feel his warm cum spurting inside of me. 

Between the feel of him claiming my body and hearing him cry out, my eyes open even more widely. I bite my lower lip hard as my heart starts pounding out of my chest. Every nerve ending in my chest and my shoulders begin to twinge sharply. Inhaling deeply and holding my breath, I lift and plunge again. A rainbow of brightness shoots from behind my eyes. I feel the energy from my body draining as the intensity of my orgasm rattles me. My hips refuse to stop and, each time I raise up and slam down, a fresh stream rushes from my pussy over him, coating his pelvis.

We both feel my feminine juices mixing with his cum but our hips continue to lock together. He breaks my concentration by murmuring, "I love how wet you get, baby." 

Feeling another stream of warmth shooting into me and coating my walls, my body starts to shudder like it never has. The blood rushes to my head from holding my breath causing me to become dizzy. My body starts trembling from the intensity, from him, and from us. 

I exhale and gulp air as my body collapses, drenched with sweat, over him. My lips find his and kiss him hard, at first, then more passionately and slowly as my body relaxes. Keeping my lips to his, I whisper hoarsely, "Kiss me like you mean it, honey."

He responds just as breathily, "Oh April, I will..." He gently slides his hands up my back and over my shoulders. He brushes the back of my neck before taking my head in his hands to pull my mouth to his. He simply traces his lips over mine and teases them with his tongue. He turns my head as he pokes his tongue between my lips. Finally he presses his lips hard against mine. Our tongues begin swirling passionately and exploring one another all over again.

Although my walls continue to pulse slowly and gently around him, my eyes close and surrender to his kiss. My body stretches out over his with my knees still bent. My fingers run up his sides with featherlike touches. My body is too exhausted to move much. 

I break our kiss to move my lips up to his forehead and brush lightly over it. My eyes then look into his while my forehead lowers and rests against his gently. I break our silence with a soft whisper, "Happy birthday, baby..."