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Happy Birthday, CJ

By: rydia57



Hmmm. It's been a quiet day. People rush in, and out. People need help. All kinds of help. They buy their computers, not knowing what's in them... only hoping they're fast enough, or big enough. CJ stands there at his counter in COMPUTER CHIPS AND DIPS INC. He's a technology consultant. People come to him everyday... for help. Deep inside, CJ wants to be helped. Ohhh wow, does he wanna be helped. 

It's my 21st birthday and nobody knows but me. Oh sure, Mike wished me a happy birthday.

"Going home to celebrate with friends? Got a big party planned?" Mike had said earlier as he was leaving the store.

"Going home and get plastered." CJ replied with a sarcastic smile.

"Good for you" Mike said pointing and winking. It was CJ's turn to spend the rest of the eve as consultant, and close the store later. CJ sighed morosely. He wanted to go home, even hope there was a party for him. Well, there's a party deep inside all of us, right? He said pondering as he knelt on the desk. Thirty minutes passed, a guy comes in wondering what he needs to upgrade his processor. CJ can only tell him that processor can't be upgraded. Minutes later, a women with a computer virus. CJ helps with some good advice on an anti-virus program. A few minutes more... an hour later.

CJ goes to get a cup of coffee, watching the traffic slow down. It's getting darker. Hmmm. Could be rain tonight. That could be good he thinks as he sips from his cup. A woman seems to be coming this way. His hand shakes for a moment, almost spilling his coffee. She enters the next shop over. He smiles and reads one of the order catalogs from the store. When no one approaches for another hour, CJ takes out a comic book he was into reading. Glancing up, he still sees no one. As he turns the pages, he hears some quick footsteps. Todd.

Todd is a friend who lives two houses down from him. Well, at least is someone to talk to. Todd approaches grinning. 

"Any news on the next super computer?" Todd grins looking around and taking in all the hardware. 

"It's .... up and coming, Todd. Look whadaya want here tonight? I'm kinda busy."

"Yeah. Yeah, I can see how busy you are. Todd looks outside and grins. I need some more ram, you guys got EDO ram?" 

" Why don't you just give in and get a new computer, man?"

" I don't want a new computer." Todd replied in a weenie-like manner.

" There's still some left over there. CJ yanked his finger over to the far right of the store. Don't blame me if it's not enough. Todd blinked and walked over in to the area. CJ listened to him huffing back in the area, as he browsed. Damn...it's one thing I don't need...he said muttering to himself. He reached for his cup, gulping the last of the coffee down.

"Wondering if you could help me with a small problem...."

CJ jerked his head back to the counter. He had been so engrossed with Todd being in his store, he hadn't noticed her walking in. 

She stood there smiling. In a curious manner. A somewhat statuesque woman not much taller than himself. Maybe a few inches shorter. Voluptuous, wearing faded blue jeans and a purple tshirt with the words "Who... me?" emblazoned upon it. If he hadn't noticed her impatiently staring eyes, he would've been stuck on her chest. Her breast seemingly very round... or was it just him?

"I don't see anymore ram here! " Todd's voice suddenly called from the back of the store. 

"There ISN'T anymore Todd, check back Friday." CJ replied quickly. Then returning to the girl. "Umm.... what can I help you with?"

She glanced to the back of the store for a moment, smiling and then spoke. Her hair was dark, shoulder-length and pulled back behind her ears. She had wispy bangs, hanging just over her dark green eyes that carefully glanced around the store as she pursed her lips to speak. 

"I, um... my computer needs a new graphics card... I dunno, well I've never bought one of those before. I--I really don't even know what I need it for. New software I guess."

CJ's eyes quickly glanced over her features, her fingers nervously grabbing the edge of the counter, Her other hand stroking the strap of her purse. "What operating system do you have?" 

She thought for a moment. "Oh, Windoze 2000. Also I have a 600 megahertz processor, and 512meg of ram. Anything else?"

"No... he smiled. No, that's... about it. CJ was almost in awe. Didn't get very many women that knew all that on there computers. He'd gotten even worse. But he was here to help. I think I have a few over here... this way." He gestured to her to follow him to another part of the store. On their way back, he saw Todd quickly leaving. 

"I guess I'll have to check somewhere else" Todd said sighing loudly.

"Guess you will, then." CJ replied almost grinning. The girl giggled as they headed to the pc card sector. He went and showed her a few cards picking one up. This one's pretty good... he glanced up at her. She stood only a foot from him glancing at the card and then into his eyes. He handed the graphics card to her. She slowly took it from him.

"It... it has the requirements that... fit your computer, on here." CJ pointed to an area on the back of the box.

" Thank you... is it very expensive? With my classes and all, I'm kinda on a budget." she asked shyly glancing away.

"Its only thirty bucks, I promise it won't set you back. He grinned and bowed. What he thought to himself. Am I doing shows now? They strolled back up to the counter.

They talked on computers for a few minutes and then going into an hour... they laughed and CJ spoke. 

"I've never.. met a girl as well-informed as yourself. You must really have a love for all things computers. "

"Yeah, she spoke. That and video games. I'm almost a geek you would say. Maybe I am, I dunno. So... my name's April."

"I'm... uh.. sorry. CJ stuttered for a moment. I'm CJ. Sorry, I choked on some spit." He almost blushed. He put his hand to his mouth clearing his throat. Here was this beautiful girl, and ...

"Oh my goodness... it's eleven o'clock. I should be home by now." April suddenly exclaimed. CJ looked up at clock. The time had passed, and he was supposed to have closed the store and hour ago. He glanced outside. There were few if any people floating around the halls. He would be on his way home... alone for his birthday.

"It's my birthday". He said thinking out loud.

"Ohhhh, how old will you be?" April asked smiling coyly.

"I'll uh... I'll be 21. Yup. I can go out and have a drink with someone... get plastered. CJ mumbled to himself. Suddenly, April lifted up his chin and kissed him, very softly. CJ was in shock for a moment. What... did you do that for?"

"Birthday kiss? April smiled. And... I think you're kinda cute."

" Look... I shouldn't say this but... I'm closing the store, and I'm going home to nothing. I was wondering... if you're not doing anything...." he paused.

" No birthday party waiting for you?" she pouted.

" No... not like I'm expecting one, tho. I don't have that many friends. If you're busy tho, thanks, anyway. It was really neat meeting and helping you...

"Gad, CJ. We can have a party right here." April whispered walking around the counter getting closer to him.

CJ grinned. "Here? Do... you mean what I hope... I mean what I think---"

April softly placed her fingers on his lips and nodded softly, with a secret smile. He felt the other hand, rubbing across the bulge that had appeared in his crotch during their fluent conversation. He'd taken no notice of it til' now.

CJ grabbed her hands putting them together and kissed them. He sniffed her pefume, barely there, and yet intoxicating he was this close to her. He held a finger up for her to remain in place. She watched as he locked the door, ran around the store, quickly dousing the lights. April then watched as he went from one sector to the other, and then returned to her. They went into a room further back in the store.... her directing him more than himself. CJ was still in awe at all that was happening. They were in somewhat of a break room. Chairs, table, coffeepot, snack counter. April knelt on the plush rug beneath them and pulled CJ down. She loosened his jeans, his cock fighting to get out more than he'd realized. Earlier he was just thinking of jacking himself off to a good movie. And now....

"I want you CJ." he heard April speaking. she fingered his stiff tool sniffing his boxers. CJ moaned slightly ... almost shuddering at the whole aspect. As he felt her moist tongue lick his cockhole, he closed his eyes. She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, kissing him as she did so. Her tongue enveloped his and he could barely escape. As she kissed him CJ listened to her rapidly breathing and felt for her crotch. He eased his fingers into her jeans. She felt his hand prying to get in, and undid them. CJ felt the moistness... her panties... there were none. All he felt was sticky, wet, pussy! He almost choked again, at how much he wanted to sniff that now. At that moment, his shirt and jeans were off. April was removing her t-shirt. Those breasts that he had been staring at an hour ago. They were as round as her eyes.... and they stared back just as hard. April lay down as CJ kissed and licked all over her breasts, he nipples now as hard and taut as bullets. He squeezed them just to see what her reaction was. Aprils lips opened as if to moan... her hands encircling his. He kissed further down until his lips were between her thighs. The deep smell of her pussy rushed into his nostrils, like an ocean breeze. CJ buried his nose into April's bush, intoxicated by the aroma, and tasted her flowing juices. Feeling her thighs wrapping around his head. he began to push his tongue deeper into her pussy, softly licking the juices up. He heard April briefly gurgle, running her fingers thru his hair. His eyes closed as she did so, and he felt his cock harden even more . CJ reached down to finger his balls as he lapped at April's syrupy goodness. Soon... he felt April's thighs loosen from his head. Her fingers still running thru his hair, he crawled over April and looked at her... she lay there with a smile on her face. That secret smile. As he lingered over her, he noticed the way her dark hair spread around her head, wispy bangs slightly askew. CJ knew what he had to do.

CJ pulled her April's naked body closer to him, Holding her thighs tightly, he began to slow fuck her. April's lips suddenly agape from the shock of penetration. He grunted feeling the smoothness of entering April's hot pussy against his cock. It felt sooo good. He'd needed this all day. He'd needed April. He felt her arms grasping for him pulling him closer, and then he began to bang her for all it was worth. April moaned loudly, almost screaming, her thighs locking around CJ's waist. He pressed hard against her, feeling her hot breasts against his chest. He kissed her as she moaned and banged harder. She would bite his bottom lips as they kissed. CJ could feel himself about to come... April at that moment gripped her nails into his back with a sudden thrust... CJ moaned.... spurting his cream into April and down her thighs... he sighed and laid upon her breasts... smiling. Closing his eyes.... mmmmmm.... 

Before his lids closed... he'd seen April's fingers scooping his come from her thighs, and licking them. 

" Mmmmmm, good." she whispered. Another hour went by with them both resting and CJ kissing her now and then.

And hour later, they both sat leaning up against the wall... talking.

"So... did you enjoy your birthday?" April said stroking CJ's chest.

"I still can't believe I'm even here. CJ shook his head, chuckling to himself. Know what I was gonna do, tonight?"

April straightened up listening intently. "What?"

"I was... gonna have a drink, CJ replied somberly, go home, get online. Find some good porn and jack off.... as many times as possible. Maybe until I fell asleep. he said looking down. But... I never expected this to happen."

" Happy Birthday, CJ, " she said rubbing his cheek. Hey, if you still remember me tomorrow.... ummm, can I come over and watch you jack off?" 

"April... he sighed . I will never forget you." 

April ran her fingers thru CJ's hair briefly and smiled. "You won't have to. I'll be back." 

FIN

Happy Birthday Claire



Please note that this story involves graphic non-consensual sex. If such a story might offend you then please do not read any further.

Please do not copy this story without the author's consent.

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"Happy Birthday, Claire" said my parents with big smiles, passing me a bundle of beautifully wrapped presents. I was still in my pj's, getting a big hug from my mum and dad on this, my 18th birthday.

"Thanks. You shouldn't have bought me so many presents. But you wont hear me complain" I giggled as I returned to my room to open my presents.

I was finally an adult. Able to make my own decisions, decide what I do and when I do it. I couldn't take the grin off my face. Nobody could!

I opened my presents, which were the usual gifts of pyjamas, jewellery, clothes and money. I was also given a gift voucher for the IKEA store. My mum knew that I needed a new wardrobe and had given me the voucher to choose my own.

The rest of the morning passed fairly quietly. Had breakfast with mum and dad and spoke about my sister's upcoming wedding, which I was going to be a bridesmaid.

Later, I got changed into a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt that accentuated my 18 year old tits. I was a 34C, but somehow they felt even bigger this morning.

I had a small breakfast as we were going out to celebrate with a birthday dinner tonight. My parents, my two sisters (Katie and Laura) and their partners were all going as well as my closest friends. I was looking forward to it.

Before that though, I decided that I wanted to go and get my wardrobe. I phoned my sister, Katie, and asked if she could drive me over. She arrived just after 1 o'clock with her fiancé Aaron, just at the same time as my friend Kirsty dropped off a gift. She couldn't stay as she was on her way to work in the local supermarket.

I went to my room to open my gift as I knew Kirsty could be a bit risqué with her gifts. She was a total slut. Last year she bought me a butt-plug, which has remained unopened in the back of my underwear drawer. She's not my best friend, but my oldest friend. As I expected, Kirsty had got me some lacy underwear that was also crotchless. I laughed when I opened it. She had also gone to the trouble of buying me a rampant rabbit. 'Excellent choice', I thought as I sniggered.

I thought I should try my new naughty underwear on before I went out to get my new wardrobe. I slipped out of my jeans and panties and tried on the new pants. Realising that the pants looked a bit ridiculous with my hair sticking out of the hole, I decided to give myself a quick trim, not that anybody was gonna be looking. 

I had a rather painful experience when I turned 16. I had slept with my boyfriend at the time and had decided that sex would have to wait. Boys were so rough and clueless. I wanted to wait for a real man to make love to me and teach me everything I needed to know. I wasn't gonna be some slut for a high school boy.

So the trimming of my hair was just for me. I do like to touch myself occasionally and I found that trimming my bush always got me a bit horny. I stood up and realised that I had cut off a bit more than I had meant to -- I was almost bald. Although, when I tried the pants on it was much better looking. I could actually see my pussy lips sticking out of the hole in the pants, and it was blatantly obvious that they were wringing wet.

I decided that I had enough time to try out the new toy that Kirsty gave me. I ripped open the packaging and put the batteries in. The though of putting this monster inside of me had gotten me so juicy.

I lay back on my bed, which faced my door with a full length mirror on it, and watched myself bring my feet up next to my bum as I spread my legs. I slipped the 'rabbit' in slowly at first letting my wetness slip over the first few inches. I could feel myself close to cumming already and looking in the mirror and noticing that I had 8 inches inside of me was the biggest turn-on. I felt so dirty and naughty. I started breathing heavily and pinched my nipples with my left hand whilst my right hand was thrusting this heavenly toy in and out of my sopping pussy.

I closed my eyes just as I was reaching climax and stifled my scream of pleasure. My eyes stayed closed for the next 20 seconds or so as I was coming down from my climax. I was still moving the vibrator in and out of me very gently and had a huge smile on my face.

My smile soon disappeared when I opened my eyes to see Aaron, my sisters fiancé, looking back at me from the entrance of my door. 

"Nice show" he said with a surprised smile on his face.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room" I whispered while I hurried to cover myself up. "Get out" I said quietly, keeping the noise down so that nobody else would come in and see me with these slut pants on and a soaking rampant rabbit wetting my bed sheets.

"Ok, calm down", he smirked "it's time to go. We'll wait in the car"

He closed the door behind him. I had always thought of Aaron as the brother I had never had. He was an attractive man, but I wasn't attracted to him.

"Hurry up Claire", my sister shouted from outside my room. "We've not got all day."

"Just coming" I said as I slipped on a new skirt that I had got from Katie.

I just had enough time to dry myself off from my orgasm and get out into the car. I sat on the back seat by myself as Aaron and Katie made small talk about my birthday, their wedding and the place we were going for dinner tonight. I tried to forget that Aaron had just witnessed me bringing myself off -- something no other man had been privileged enough to see.

We all went into IKEA and headed straight for the wardrobe section -- I knew exactly what I was looking for. Katie went to look for a new bed and some other bits and pieces while Aaron helped me with lifting the three boxes for my wardrobe. We were queuing at the tills when he asked me "Do you do that to yourself regularly?"

"Sorry? What did you say?" was my confused response.

"You know. Touch yourself and use a vibrator?" he whispered into my ear.

I just stood there not knowing what to do. My face was burning up with embarrassment and anger. How could he ask me that.

"Well?" he said staring right at me. I realized I had been silent for about 60 seconds.

"No. I mean yes, no, that's none of your business. Me touching myself is private." I said with authority.

"Ok" he said with a smile. "but the cashier would like your card to pay for the wardrobe."

It was only then that I realised that she had heard everything I had said. I was mortified.

"Oh, ok. Here you go". I passed over the gift card.

Aaron had walked away with the wardrobe and I had to walk faster than normal to catch up with him.

"Why did you ask me that?" I screamed at him as we got outside.

"Listen Claire, it was only a question. You do know I'll need to tell Katie about what I saw. We don't have any secrets, you see. It's healthy for our relationship."

"You cant tell her that," I ordered. "you just cant"

"Don't worry, I'll just tell her I walked in and you were masturbating. I won't tell her that you were thrusting a vibrator into yourself. She'll not care" he said.

"No, I don't want her knowing that. You shouldn't have walked into my room. Don't tell her anything. Please." I pleaded.

We had arrived at the car and Aaron started putting the boxes into the car.

"I'm not gonna ruin my relationship Claire. We need to be honest about everything."

"Stop being such a wanker. You don't need to tell her anything."

At that moment Katie arrived at the car with a new plate set.

"Whats going on here?" she asked

"Nothing. We're just talking about the cost of the wardrobe" I said, trying to deflect attention away from our argument.

"No. I mean with the wardrobe -- it's taking up half the car." She said confused.

Due to the length of the wardrobe, Aaron had to put the passenger seat down and lay the boxes over it and onto the back seat. There were no only two seats available. The driver seat and the seat behind that in the back.

"How are we all gonna fit in there?" she said grinning. "You two are idiots, you should've asked for it to be delivered."

"Well I'll go back in and ask them then!" said Aaron angrily.

"No, that's ok. As a punishment for being so stupid you can sit in the back with Claire on your knee. I'm driving." She laughed as she got into the car.

Aaron got into the back seat and looked at me with his arms out. Despite my protests they told me to get in. I sat on his lap and we made our way home.

Once we had got onto the motorway, Katie put the music on. Aaron had been a total gentleman and I hoped he had decided not to mention the earlier incident.

"Why is my lap wet?" he whispered into my ear.

I put my hand down on to his lap and realised that my pussy had been leaking from my crotchless pants onto his jeans. They were soaking. I closed my eyes trying to think up an excuse. 

"I don't know. Have you pissed yourself?" I asked.

I turned around to see that he was raging. He put his hand around my waist and made his way up my thigh.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked as I put my hand on top of his -- stopping him going any further.

"Get your hand off me or I will tell Katie right now what happened earlier." He whispered sternly.

As soon as my hand loosened its grip he made his way to my pants.

"Please don't..." I started to say before he said "Aaah, just as I thought -- soaking wet. You're filthy. And crotchless pants?"

"Please don't do this. Take your hand away from there" I said as I tried to pry his hand away from my soaking pussy.

"No, let me tell you how this is gonna work. You have two options." He started rubbing my clit and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't pull his hand away.

"Option 1. I tell Katie everything and she realises that her sister tried to seduce her boyfriend by masturbating in front of him then wearing crotchless pants and rubbing her juice all over him. Or Option 2. I say nothing to Katie on the condition that you take out my cock..."

"No, no, no. No way!" I interrupted him and yanked his hand off my pussy.

"Ok then, I will ask Katie to put the sound down. Katie?" He said just quietly enough that she wouldn't hear.

"No wait. Please. Why would you do this? I'm almost your sister." I asked.

"But you're not my sister. So, take my cock out of my jeans and put it inside your pussy. All of it." He ordered.

"There must be something else I can do" I said as I started to cry without making any noise.

"There isn't. So whip it out and get the job done."

Tears were streaming down my face as I reached into his jeans and pulled out his hard cock. I yelped as I felt the width of it. It was at least twice as wide as the vibrator I had thrust into myself earlier on.

"Please" I begged as I turned around and looked into his eyes as my hand struggled to release his huge cock from his jeans.

"You know you want it. If you don't put it in within the next 10 seconds I will force it in myself", he threatened.

"Ok, ok, just give me a chance" I said through gritted teeth as I fully released his cock and realised that it was also longer than anything I had ever had in my pussy.

I had to lean forward on the seat so that I could line Aaron's cock up with my pussy.

"You okay?" yelled Katie over the music, wondering why I was leaning into her chair.

"Yeah, just trying to get comfy" I shouted. She bought it. I can relax, I thought.

Next thing I knew Aaron was forcing me down onto his cock. I was so wet that it slipped right into my now stretched pussy. I screamed out loud due to the pain.

Katie turned around to see what was happening and just seen me screaming.

"Cramp in my leg" I cried so that she wouldn't realise what was going on. I was now leaning forward, my head against the back of Katie's seat. My ass raised off Aaron's thighs, his cock still half inside me.

Katie laughed and said "You're so unfit. You will need to get a better sex-life so that you can get some proper exercise."

By now I was rising and falling on Aaron's soaking cock -- dripping with my juices. Katie thought I was just in a lot of pain.

"Aaron, rub her leg. Don't worry, I won't get jealous" laughed Katie as she kept her eyes on the road.

Aaron used this opportunity to reach around and rub my clit. I couldn't believe it. I was starting to come for the second time today. 

"No problem" said Aaron in such a way that it sounded like he didn't want to help.

They way I was leaning forward, lifting and dropping my pussy onto Aaron's cock as subtly as I could, gave Aaron the opportunity to play with my ass. He was groping that with his left hand and stroking my clit with his right hand.

Just as I was about to cum, Aaron slid a finger into my tight virgin ass. This sent me over the edge. I started rocking back and forth wildly and screamed. I had never put anything in there before. Katie thought it was just my cramp and was laughing as much as she could whilst driving.

Just as I finished coming I felt Aaron shoot his load inside me causing me to cry out again. I wasn't on the pill and I knew that this could be a disaster.

We were almost back at my house, less than a minute away. I started to lift myself off his cock and put it back into his jeans and Aaron buttoned them up.

Katie parked the car and turned around to see me sitting on Aaron's lap and clutching my leg, with tears streaming down my face. She stopped laughing and said "Are you okay?"

"That's the worst cramp I've ever had" I said with a weak smile. Katie got out the car and opened the back door to let us out.

As I stood out onto the pavement I started to feel Aaron's cum running out my pussy. I thrust my legs together to try to stop it and then ran inside the house as fast as I could.

"What about the wardrobe" shouted Katie.

"That's ok. I'll bring it in" said Aaron.

After he had brought the wardrobe in, Aaron managed to get me alone and said "That was fantastic in the car. You have the tightest little pussy. This can be our little secret. I wont tell anyone you came on to me." He then winked at me.

"You bastard!" I cried. "Im not on the pill and you came inside me. You raped me."

"What? I didn't rape you. You had an orgasm. Did you not enjoy it?" he gloated. "Don't say I raped you. That's nonsense."

I tried to storm passed him to get away from him.

He pulled me close and said "Lets do this again sometime."

Little did I know, it would happen again sooner than I ever expected...

To be continued... 



Happy Birthday, Cum Slut



Daddy got your letter asking for a birthday treat...

... and I'm more than happy to oblige. 

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Happy Birthday, Daddy



"Uncle Johnny!" Cara called, coming into the house from the backyard. "Where a-a-a-r-e you?"

She had been sunbathing nude next to the pool all afternoon, occasionally diving into the water to swim a few laps before climbing back out and lying on a lounge chair. She was so glad it was summer break. Though she was 18-years-old, she still had one year of high school left to do, which she hadn't really been looking forward to. Since her relationship with her daddy and uncle had changed a few weeks ago, though, her outlook had changed, and now she was excited to stay living in her daddy's house for as long as she could.

Cara knew her daddy and uncle must be either out of the house or working hard because neither of them had come to take advantage of her nakedness for hours.

"In the office, pun'kin," called back Uncle Johnny.

Cara's sarong flapped open and closed as she trotted up the stairs to where her uncle was. She had wrapped the sarong once around from the back, crisscrossing the ends over her breasts, and tying it off behind her neck. As a result, her extremely large breasts were more covered than usual, but the middle of the sarong flew open quite easily, revealing her toned abs and bare little pussy.

"Do you have a minute, Uncle J?" Cara asked, peeking around the half-open office door.

Like all of the rooms that faced the back yard on the top floor of the house, the office was spacious and light-filled, with a series of skylights in the ceiling and French doors that led out onto a balcony overlooking the pool and backyard. Despite the temptation Cara knew she must have provided with her naked sunbathing, Uncle Johnny had his back to the open French doors, sitting at the desk, elbow deep in papers, working hard on the computer. He looked up from his work and smiled at his sexy niece.

"Of course, baby, I always have a minute for you," he said to her.

Cara came into the room and immediately went behind his chair, placing her hands on his shoulders and starting to massage away the tension. Uncle Johnny was wearing a white wife beater-type shirt with a pair of swim trunks, his strong shoulders and arms corded with tense muscles.

"It can't be good for you to work so hard on such a beautiful day," Cara said to him, starting at the base of his neck and working her way down over his shoulders and down to his biceps. "You're way too tense."

Uncle Johnny sighed and leaned his head forward a bit, enjoying the feel of his niece's hands on his bare skin.

"I know, pun'kin, but that's what co-owning a company means," he said, briefly closing his eyes as Cara's hands soothed away some of his tension. "It means keeping the books and filing receipts and writing invoices to get paid and all that boring stuff that keeps me inside the office instead of outside with you."

He turned his head to catch Cara's gaze. "Don't think I didn't notice you trying to distract me with that sunbathing of yours," he scolded.

"Distract you?" Cara said, batting her eyelashes at him innocently while sliding her hands down his chest and circling his nipples through his shirt. "I don't know what you mean."

Uncle Johnny groaned as Cara pinched his nipples hard before rubbing them gently with her thumbs. She had discovered that he loved to have his nipples played with, being almost as sensitive there as she was, and she never let an opportunity pass to turn him on by doing so.

"Yes," Uncle Johnny said, his hands reluctantly coming up to grip hers and hold them flat against his achingly hard nipples, "distract me. Like you're doing now."

He lifted one arm up and over his head so that he could pull her around to his right side, before letting her hands go and pulling her sideways onto his lap. Cara wiggled around, his lap being one of her favorite seats, and grinned up at him without apology.

"Stop it, you tease," Uncle Johnny said, laughing. "I've still got some work I need to finish up before you dad comes back from visiting the job sites today. I lost the draw and have to deal with today's paperwork, so you better stop teasing so I can finish this up and then get on to better things." 

His big palm closed around one of her sarong-covered breasts, bouncing it gently in his palm, feeling the weight of her cantaloupe-sized breast in his hand. 

"Like this," he said, giving it a squeeze. "Now, you came in here with a purpose, other than just to distract me, right?"

Cara leaned into his chest sideways and sighed with pleasure at the feelings coursing through her body while her uncle fondled her. She loved how cherished he always made her feel, and how much he liked to play with her body.

"Cara?" Uncle Johnny prompted, giving her nipple a little squeeze.

"Yes, yes!" Cara said, laughing a little. "No need to get mean!"

Uncle Johnny squeezed her nipple again and bent down to lightly nip at her ear, sending shivers throughout her entire body.

"But you like it when I get a little mean," he growled in her ear, and Cara shivered again, feeling her pussy grow wet.

"Now who's getting who off-track?" Cara complained, as her uncle continued to massage her breast and gently pull and squeeze her nipple.

"Okay, you're right," Uncle Johnny said, pulling his hand away and setting it on her bare knee. "What did you need?"

"It's about Daddy's birthday," Cara said, suddenly serious.

"What about it?"

"It's in a few weeks, and I was trying to figure out what I could get for him, and I came up with the greatest idea, but I need your help to make it happen," she said.

"You're sweet," Uncle Johnny said, kissing her on the nose. "I know whatever you get him, your daddy is going to love it."

"I know," Cara said confidently, "but he's REALLY going to love this!"

"Well tell me what it is, and I'll see what I can do to help."

"Thank you!" Cara said, giving her uncle a peck on the lips. "Okay, it's a calendar."

"A calendar? Why do you need my help for that?"

"Because it's a nude calendar. Of me. At one of his construction sites," Cara explained, a mischievous grin spreading over her face. "And I need your help to take the pictures."

Johnny sat still for a moment before an answering grin on his face matched hers. 

"That's brilliant, pun'kin," he said. "One-of-a-kind, thoughtful, and homemade, which make the best gifts."

Cara laughed. "Exactly! So you'll help me?"

"It'll be my pleasure, pun'kin," Johnny said, before kissing her softly. "And I know just the place. Think you'll be ready to do it this weekend?"

"Yes!" Cara said. "I was hoping you'd say that. Daddy's gone all day Sunday, so I was hoping we could do the photo shoot then and he wouldn't notice when we're gone for hours."

"Perfect thinking, baby," Johnny said.

They grinned at each other, two co-conspirators.

"Now as much as I love having you on my lap, I need you to go away so I can get back to work."

Cara pouted up at her uncle, pushing out her lower lip. "But are you sure you want to send me away?" she asked slowly, finding the opening in her sarong and parting it so that her naked body came into view, first her thighs and then her bare pussy, her tight abs, and finally pulling it all the way open so her large, 34E breasts came into view.

"Mmmm, baby, you're killing me," Johnny said, staring at the bounty before him. 

The last thing he wanted to do was to send his mostly-naked niece away, but he did have to get his work done before his brother got back. Their business partnership worked in great part because they knew they could count on each other to get the work done when they said they were going to.

"How about this?" Johnny said, running hand up his niece's thigh until it was covering her bare pussy, slipping one finger between her pussy lips to gently tease her already-wet clit. "Why don't you go lay down on that couch over there, and do whatever you'd like to do for the next hour or so? You know how much I love it when you tease me."

His finger moved a little quicker over her clit as Cara's breath came a little faster. 

"You can masturbate," he continued, "you can read a book while naked, you can take a nap, do whatever you want. And when I'm done, I'll come join you on the couch and make you come at least twice before I fuck you. How's that sound?"

Cara leaned up to kiss him, her tongue delving into his mouth, getting bolder as he responded, eagerly kissing her back. She pulled away, both of them breathing heavily now.

"How about you make me come once first, then go back to work while I take a nap on the couch, then you can fuck me when you're done?"

She squirmed on his growing erection, getting even wetter at the thought of that monster inside her soon.

"You drive a hard bargain," Johnny said, slipping one finger inside of her pussy while she spread her legs to give him more access, "but I think I can live with that."

He pulled his finger out and brought it to her lips. 

"Open," he commanded, and Cara did, sucking his finger into her mouth, tasting herself on him, swirling her tongue around as if it was his dick in her mouth, licking away every last drop of her own cum.

"Good girl," he praised her when he pulled his now-clean finger out of her mouth. "Now get on the desk, put your feet on the edge, and spread those pretty thighs for me."

Cara did exactly that, sitting on the sarong so she wouldn't drip on any important papers, pulling her knees up to her still-bare breasts, and then spreading her thighs apart for her uncle to scoot his chair closer to her. He helped her lay her legs over his shoulders, and she lay back on her elbows, watching him down the length of her body, over her firm breasts, so large but still perky on her chest, nipples long and hard, down her flat abs, and between her toned thighs to where her uncle had just started to blow on her wet pussy lips. A little shiver spread through her body and Cara moaned soft and low.

Johnny used his thumbs to spread her pussy lips apart, wanting to savor the moment, but also keeping work in the back of his mind. He wanted to make this good for Cara, but it needed to be short and sweet, so he immediately got to the task at hand and gave a long lick over Cara's entire pussy, feeling her body jerk. Still holding her pussy lips open, Johnny took Cara's clit between his lips and sucked, then nibbled while Cara gasped and arched her back.

"OH! Uncle Johnny!" she cried, as he continued to hold her clit in between his lips, suckling, while his thumbs traced along the opening to her pussy and her little asshole, getting his thumbs and both holes nice and wet in the process.

"Get my finger wet, pun'kin," he told her, putting the index finger of his left hand into her mouth.

Cara sucked on it, using the saliva in her mouth to get his finger wet, and then opening her mouth up so that he could remove it and slide it gently into her asshole.

Cara hissed at the intrusion, not quite prepared for it, but loving the hint of pain as well as the pleasure.

"Ungh, God, yessss," she hissed, as he worked his finger slowly in and out of her ass while using his tongue to lap at her pussy. 

"I love it when you play with my ass, Uncle Johnny," she confessed.

"Me too, baby," Uncle Johnny said, their eyes both on where his finger slid in and out in long, rotated spirals, from her brown little hole.

"Are you going to fuck me there later?" Cara asked, her pussy clenching at the thought.

Uncle Johnny just smiled at her and went back to licking her pussy, using his tongue to fuck her, stabbing in and out of her wet hole. He loved the taste of his niece's pussy, so sweet and tangy in his mouth.

Feeling her begin to get wetter and start moving her hips as his finger continued to stimulate her ass, Johnny began to alternate between gently fucking her pussy with two fingers on his right hand, and using those slippery fingers to pinch her clit. If he was pinching her clit, then he was licking her pussy, or if he was fucking her pussy, then he was licking her clit. Back and forth he'd go, while occasionally dipping down to lick around his finger in her ass, he slowly built Cara up until she was panting and writhing and moaning on his desk.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Uncle Johnny!" moaned Cara, her head thrashing from side to side at the onslaught of emotions.

"That's it, Cara," Johnny said gently, his fingers currently fucking her pussy, sliding a third finger in and picking up steam, starting to thrust harder. "That's it, babygirl, are you going to cum for me?"

"Uh huh!" Cara said, breathlessly, his fingers teasing her, as she felt both full in both of her holes but also not quite full enough, knowing what it was like to have both her daddy's and her uncle's cocks in her holes at the same time. "Yes, please, make me cum, Uncle Johnny!"

"There's a good girl," Johnny said, "cum for me, pun'kin, cum right in my mouth."

He lowered his head again and sucked at her clit, hard, while fucking into her pussy and pulling his finger out of her ass, and Cara started to cum, bucking her hips wildly. As she started cumming, Johnny pulled his fingers out of her pussy, slid two wet fingers into her ass, and started lapping up all the pussy juice that was gushing out of her.

"Fuck! Yes! God, lick me faster, just like that!" Cara screamed as her first orgasm slammed into a second one unexpectedly at the feel of her uncle's hot mouth surrounding her pussy.

Johnny smiled to himself as he continued to lick her pussy and fuck her ass with two fingers, letting her ride out her two orgasms, wringing every last second of pleasure from her. Finally pulling his fingers and mouth away from her, Johnny kissed the inside of each thigh before lifting her legs off his shoulders and letting them hang over the edge of his desk while he scooted his chair back from her.

Cara looked over at him, breathless, and smiled. "I think you did more than we bargained for, Uncle Johnny," she said. "I came twice, you know."

"Guess I'll just have to fuck you twice then," Uncle Johnny said with a smile. "Now get off my desk, pun'kin. I've got real work to do."

+ + +

A few days later...

"C'mon, pun'kin! Let's get a move on!" Johnny called up the stairs to his niece. 

Bill, his brother and Cara's daddy, had recently left to spend the day at some charity golf event, and it was time to fulfill his promise to be the photographer for Cara's nude construction site calendar birthday present photo shoot. Not that she had to twist his arm or anything!

Cara bounded down the stairs and Johnny felt himself grow hard just at the sight of her. She wore a men's small, white, wife beater-type shirt that was so threadbare it was almost see-through over a minuscule red string bikini top whose triangles barely covered her hard nipples. Combined with a short jean skirt that came to a few inches below her ass, white ankle socks, and Timberland boots, she was a construction worker's walking wet dream.

"What do you think?" Cara said, twirling at the bottom of the stairs.

"I think I'm going to have a hard-on this whole day," Johnny said. "Not that I'm complaining. You're so fucking sexy, pun'kin."

Cara beamed at him. "Thank you, Uncle Johnny!" 

She gave him a hug, pressing herself against him with her entire body, hard nipples against his hard abs, grinding her abdomen against his already straining cock.

"And don't worry about that hard-on," she told him before pulling away and taking his hand. "I've got plans for it later." She winked at him before pulling him out the front door.

They drove to the construction site Johnny had picked out, his eyes mostly on the road in front of him but occasionally straying to his hot niece. He had chosen a site where the building owners had gone back to the bank for more funding. The project was currently on hold, so no one had done any work on the site for a couple of weeks. It was in an industrial part of town that was in the process of being redeveloped. On the weekends, but Sunday especially, it became a ghost town.

Uncle Johnny stopped the truck at the gate, got out and unlocked the padlock, then drove them though. Locking the gate behind them again, he steered toward the back of the large construction site before pulling over and killing the engine.

"Okay, pun'kin, you got a plan for how this is going to work?" he asked, turning to face his niece.

"Yup!" Cara chirped. "Twelve months, so twelve different poses. I wrote them all down here," she said, pulling a piece of paper from her purse. "You've got your camera equipment and stuff, right?"

Johnny nodded toward the back seat of the cab where he had his Canon Rebel and tripod. An amateur photographer, Johnny had built up his portfolio over the years with everything from portraits to nature photography to street photography, entering and even winning a few contests. Though people often saw him as a meathead construction worker, Johnny was proud of his creative outlet, even though not everyone knew about it. That his niece not only wanted his help but also trusted him to take good photos for her project actually meant a lot to him.

"Well, let's see your list, and then get set up," he said.

He looked over the list of shots, noticing that her clothing got less and less as the months went on, raising his eyebrows over the last couple of shots on the sheet.

Cara grinned at him. "I hope your camera has a self-timer function," she said. "And I'm going to need a construction hat."

"No problem, pun'kin," Johnny said, pulling his own out of the back seat and placing it on her head.

Too large for her, it slid down over her eyes until she tipped it back up; it's size only emphasizing her adorable face in contrast to her porn star quality body.

"Perfect," Johnny said, giving her a quick kiss.

The first shot called for a large piece of machinery, so Johnny led Cara over to a large yellow backhoe.

"Okay, pun'kin, you know what pose you want. Why don't you get into position, and I'll sort of circle around you with the camera, taking a few shots?"

"Sounds like a plan, Uncle Johnny," Cara said, stepping confidently toward the backhoe. "Don't be afraid to tell me what to do, though, if you see a better shot in there."

"Will do, baby," he called, watching her as she stepped up onto the tire.

Grabbing hold of the door, she opened it, and put one leg up into the cab of the backhoe. Her skirt rode up, letting the bottoms of her tight, rounded ass cheeks hang out from beneath her skirt, and flashing the world her red, string-bikini covered pussy. Turning to the right, she looked over her shoulder at her uncle, who had knelt down to get a wide-angled shot from a little lower to the ground, making sure to get the entire backhoe in the picture, but focusing on Cara's cheeky display. Her breasts bulged out on either side of her petite frame, and especially the way her body was half-turned, the side of one full breast was just visible to the camera, her hard nipple sticking out in a little peak. Johnny took several shots, some zoomed in close on her pussy or nipple for his own personal collection, before calling for the next pose.

Cara jumped off the backhoe and pulled off her shirt, leaving her in just the tiny red bikini on top, bouncing breasts barely held in check by two triangles and some string.

"Could you point me to a sledge hammer and some concrete, please, Uncle Johnny?" Cara asked prettily.

Leading her over to a pile of broken up concrete slabs, Johnny handed her a sledgehammer and positioned her hands around it. One hand on the wooden shaft, making her look like she was stroking it, the other hand cupping one half of the sledgehammer's head.

"Put your foot up on the concrete there," Johnny directed her, "and pull your skirt up a bit."

Cara did, setting one foot up on some concrete and leaning over that leg so her elbow was on it, allowing her to balance the sledgehammer more easily. It was heavier than she thought! The position also served to open up her legs, allowing for a peek of her red-covered pussy and pressing her breasts together.




Happy Birthday, Daddy



"That's great, baby," Johnny called. "Now pretend you're licking the head."

Several minutes later, Johnny had gotten some great shots, and it was time to remove the hard hat from her outfit, among other things.

Standing next to a bunch of pallets in the half shadow of the building, Cara still wore her Tims and ankle socks, but her beater and skirt were laying on the pallets next to her. She'd added a tool belt, which was covering her still bikini-covered pussy, but she'd taken her bikini top off. Her elbows were down at her sides while her hands were holding her hardhat in front of her breasts. The position made her breasts seem even bigger, bulging out from between her arms, creating impossibly deep cleavage, but the hardhat teased the viewer by covering up her nipples.

Johnny kept having to rearrange himself in his jeans while he circled around her, playing with light and wind and shadows, getting the best angle, which included a bit of her toned ass cheek peeking out from beneath the tool belt.

"Now where's that caution tape?" Cara asked, getting ready for the next picture.

Grabbing a big role of it, Johnny helped by cutting off a long piece and bringing it over to Cara. She raised her arms up, making her enormous breasts perk up even further, and Johnny wound the caution tape once around her, pressing her breasts together so that they spilled out over the tape which was just covering her nipples, typing the tape into a bow behind her back. As hard as her nipples were by this point, they clearly poked through the yellow of the tape.

"Need any help getting those bottoms off, pun'kin?" Johnny asked. "I'm here to help!"

Cara grinned. "I seem to recall you and Daddy being quite good at untying my bikini bottoms," she said, referring to the first time the three of them had sex when Cara pretended to fall asleep on the living room couch wearing a different bikini. "Why don't you put that skill to use?"

Johnny stepped in front of Cara, brought his hands to both sides of her string bikini, and pulled one of the strings on either side, untying each bow simultaneously. He continued to pull so that the strings came apart and the whole bikini bottoms slide through her legs. He stepped away, pulling the bikini from her so that she stood there, bare pussy exposed to him. He couldn't help himself from putting his hand on her bare mound, so pretty pink and shaved smooth. And wet. So very wet from all the pictures they'd been taking.

Both Johnny and Cara let out a moan as Uncle Johnny's fingers slid right between his niece's little wet pussy lips.

"You can't do that, Uncle Johnny," panted Cara. "Not if you want to finish this photo shoot."

"I know, babygirl, I know," Uncle Johnny said, "but I couldn't help it, with your beautiful little pussy right there, ready for me. I had to feel how wet you were."

"I'll be even wetter a few pictures from now when you get to be in it with me," Cara reminded him. "The faster these next few go, the sooner you'll be deep inside me."

Uncle Johnny leaned down and gave Cara a big kiss, sliding his tongue between her lips, and then biting her lower lip before pulling away.

"You're right, pun'kin," he said. "Now go stand behind that sawhorse over there."

Just the right height to cover her bare pussy, Cara stood directly behind the sawhorse, her hands lightly resting on it, her bound breasts proudly pushed up and straining against the caution tape she wore as a makeshift top.

The next picture was the artsiest of them all. During the editing process, Johnny was going to turn the photo into black and white. It was a shot of Cara's breasts, pressed against the chain link fence, her engorged nipples pushing through the space in the chain link, the chains squeezing those big breasts, making patterns in the bulging flesh. The photo was a beautiful play on light and shadow on the naked human body, showcasing a hint of Cara's chin, really starting with her long neck, the graceful slope of her shoulders, before moving down to her large breasts, then down her flat abs, and showing a hint of hip bone, then cutting off before it reached her pussy.

"Now where's the wheelbarrow?" Cara asked, and Uncle Johnny led her to another part of the construction site, where Cara put her beater back on, after she'd cut it so that it resembled a cropped top.

In this next picture, Cara was lifting up the wheelbarrow, her entire ass and half of her breasts on display as Uncle Johnny took the photo from behind and slightly to the right.

"Time to get wet!" Cara announced, and Uncle Johnny raised his eyebrow at her.

"Well, wetter," Cara amended, giggling.

"You'd win any wet t-shirt contest for sure, pun'kin," Uncle Johnny complimented her after they'd squirted water all over her cropped, white beater, making it transparent and stick like a second skin over her breasts, clearly outlining her hard nipples, the crinkles on her areolas, and the plentiful curves of her ponderous breasts.

Water trickled down her hard abs, and Uncle Johnny later cropped the photo so that it included her hipbones, but again ended right before the start of the slit between her pussy lips.

"Can you get your vest from the truck, please, Uncle Johnny?" Cara asked for the next shot.

"You want to wear mine?" Uncle Johnny asked, surprised. "But it's all sweaty and dirty. I thought I'd grab a clean one for you."

"No way!" Cara said, slowly and sexily shaking her head no. "I want to use yours, and smell your sweat all over me after I've worn it."

Uncle Johnny eye fucked his niece for a minute before turning to walk toward his truck.

"I swear, pun'kin, if we didn't have just a couple more photos to go, I'd fuck you right now," he called over his shoulder.

"I know!" Cara called back at him. "And don't forget your gloves for the other shot!"

Returning to Cara, Uncle Johnny handed her his fluorescent orange and yellow construction site vest, which she shrugged on but left open, framing her breasts. She put the construction hat back on, and stood there, bare breasts and bare pussy, just the vest, socks, and Tims. She held onto a shovel that Uncle Johnny had pushed into the ground in front of her. Her arms were outstretched, pushing her breasts together again, while she gripped the shovel handle at the tip and held it diagonally across her body.

"This site has a ladder, right?" Cara asked, after Uncle Johnny had taken enough pictures.

He led her over to the side of the building, where a tall ladder was leaning up against it.

"Perfect," Cara said, removing the hat and vest.

Climbing about halfway up the ladder, Cara suddenly stopped and carefully turned around. Setting her ass on one rung, she slowly reached up behind her, stretching her arms up, lifting those massive breasts higher as she gripped a rung way above her head, stretching her torso into one long, lean line. Then she stretched her legs out, so that her feet in the Tims were just touching a rung way below her.

"Jesus Christ, you're so fucking beautiful, baby," Uncle Johnny said, staring at his gorgeous niece stretched out before him. He forgot to take pictures for a minute, just looking at her: the hard, pebbled nipples, the long stretch of throat, those proud thrusting breasts. The flat planes of her stomach and the v of her hips down to her little pussy, her slit barely visible between her long, toned legs.

"Close your eyes, pun'kin," Uncle Johnny said softly, and swinging his camera up, took the picture. 

Though he took several more just to be sure, he knew he had gotten that mix of angelic face turned up toward the sun and siren's body spread out on the ladder on the first try.

Opening her eyes again, Cara looked at him and grinned. "Now for the fun shots!" she said.

"Really?" Uncle Johnny said. "Pretty sure this has been fun all along."

"You know what I mean!" Cara said, making her way down the ladder and walking back to the wheelbarrow.

After spreading out a clean blanket on the bottom of it, Uncle Johnny held the wheelbarrow still while Cara slid her ass over the side and down onto the blanket.

Moving around in front of her, the half-finished building in the background, Uncle Johnny stared down lustily at his naked niece.

"Spread those legs for me, pun'kin," he said hoarsely, hands almost shaking as Cara moved her hands down her body, briefly cupping her breasts, before sliding down over her stomach to her thighs. 

Putting first one leg, then the other, over the sides of the wheelbarrow, Cara parted her legs, opening up her shaved pussy and asshole to her uncle's gaze, and to his camera.

"Leave your hands on your inner thighs," Uncle Johnny directed her.

The sunlight shone perfectly down her body, highlighting her breasts squeezed together between her arms, and providing a spotlight for her spread pussy lips, glistening wet around her pussy and thighs.

"You ready for this next one?" Cara teased her uncle after he'd taken the photos, her fingers starting to play with her clit, circling it gently, making it swell even further.

"Christ, Cara," Uncle Johnny said. "The hard part's going to be not cumming the moment I'm in you."

He moved toward her and gently lifted her out of the wheelbarrow, setting her on her feet. Picking up the blanket, he had Cara carry it so that he could grab his tripod and the two other props they needed for this next shot.

Moving over to a massive pile of dirt sloping gently to the ground, Johnny directed Cara to spread the blanket out over it, while he set up the tripod. Then he slipped the remote control for the camera into this pocket, grabbed his gloves and his hammer, and moved toward Cara standing next to the blanket.

"The real question," he said as he approached her, "is are you ready for these last two pictures."

Cara grabbed his hand holding the hammer and held the hammer herself before bringing his hand to her soaking wet pussy.

"You tell me," she told him quietly.

Two of his fingers immediately sunk into her without any trouble, and Uncle Johnny grinned feeling all that tight wet heat that would soon be gripping him. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and fed them to her, then kissed her deeply after she'd licked his fingers clean.

Putting his gloves in his back pocket, Johnny reached one hand into his right pocket and one hand into his left pocket. Removing them, he held up the camera's remote and a small bottle of lube.

"Looks like we're ready, pun'kin," he said.

"Lie down, Uncle Johnny," Cara said, directing him this time. "I can't wait to feel you under me and in me."

Johnny lay back on the blanket, the dirt mound shifting a bit beneath him before holding him steady in a half-reclining position. Cara straddled his thighs and undid his pants, pulling out his long, hard, throbbing cock. The red tip was already leaking precum, but Cara grabbed the bottle of lube from her uncle and spread the oil all over his shaft.

"Shit!" Uncle Johnny sucked in a breath, trying not to cum at the feel of his niece's warm, slippery hands rubbing all over his cock. "You've got to stop that, baby, or I'm going to blow before I'm even in you!"

Cara grinned at him, then turned around so that she was facing the camera, her ass now facing her uncle. Looking over her shoulder at him, she held out the bottle of lube.

"Would you do the honors?" she asked him.

"It would be my pleasure," he said, taking the bottle of lube from her.

Pouring some onto the fingers of his right hand, he spread her ass cheeks with his left hand and slowly began to work his fingers, first two, then three, into his niece's little asshole.

Cara squirmed while he scissored two fingers in her ass, then added a third, knowing the more preparation he did now, the easier it would be for her to take his big dick up her little hole. It was always a bit uncomfortable at first, but she loved the feeling – so dirty and taboo in so many ways – of her uncle fucking her up the ass.

"You ready, baby?" Uncle Johnny asked her, pulling his fingers out and gripping both of her ass cheeks, spreading her wide.

"Yes, please, Uncle Johnny," Cara said submissively, moving her ass back and up so that she could reach beneath herself for his thick dick.

Holding it at the root while her uncle spread her cheeks wide, Cara began to settle back onto her uncle's cock. It pressed against her asshole, hard at first, but then her asshole opened up, stretched by her uncle's fingers, and it let the head of his cock inside. Trying to relax her muscles, Cara pulled up a bit, then sank down deeper, continuing that rhythm until she felt her uncle's pubic hair tickling her ass, and knew that she now sat all the way down.

"You did such a great job, baby," Uncle Johnny said. "You were such a good girl. I'm so proud of you for taking my entire cock in your ass like that."

"I love the way you feel inside me, Uncle Johnny," Cara confessed. "In all of my holes."

"I'll never get tired of hearing that, pun'kin," Uncle Johnny said. "Now don't you have something else to do so we can take this picture and then I can fuck you?"

Cara grabbed the hammer she had laid beside them on the blanket. They had washed it clean earlier that day, and now Cara poured more lube onto the shiny wood handle. It was a smaller hammer, not the full-sized ones normally used at the construction site, but one that her grandfather had given her dad and her uncle to use when they were kids. Cara felt her pussy get extra wet at the thought of putting something up her pussy that her grandfather had touched.

Leaning back toward her uncle a bit, causing his dick to lodge even further into her tight ass, slowly Cara slid the slick handle of the hammer into her pussy.

"Quick!" Cara gasped, slightly in pain, slightly more turned on than she'd ever been in her entire life. "Put those gloves on!"

Johnny had been distracted by listening to Cara's little gasps and moans while she'd slid the hammer into her pussy, feeling the unbending wood pressing hard against his dick from inside her. Bumping up his hips a bit and making Cara gasp again, Johnny grabbed the gloves from his back pocket, put them on, and then reached around Cara's front to cup her enormous breasts. Holding them up and out to the camera proudly, he realized he couldn't both hold her breasts and work the remote at the same time.

"Cara, you're going to have to reach into my pocket and press the button for the camera," Johnny told her, not willing to give up his hold on her amazing tits.

Sighing, Cara did as he instructed, reaching down into his pocket for the remote, and hiding it in her left hand on her thigh while her right hand held the hammer steady. Raising up on her knees a bit so that it was clear her uncle's cock was in her tight ass while she had a hammer up her pussy, Cara threw her head back in supposed ecstasy, Uncle Johnny's big construction gloved-hands held her breasts up while he kissed her neck, and Cara pressed the shutter down remotely again and again.

After several shots, Cara slowly removed the hammer from her pussy and then leaned forward to remove her uncle's cock from her ass.

"As much as I'd like nothing better for you to fuck me silly right now," she told her uncle, "we've got one last picture to take."

Already feeling the loss of his niece's asshole on his aching dick, Johnny got up quickly, tucked himself back into his pants, and went to work setting up the last shot.

A wide-angle picture that would take in most of the construction site, Johnny added a small stage-like area. Bending over a stack of pallets, Cara's body was turned slightly away from the camera in profile. She lifted one leg up onto a crate that was sticking out for just that purpose, opening up her pussy to the camera's gaze. The pallets were low enough that her breasts hung heavy and swollen beneath her.

Uncle Johnny stepped back, as satisfied as he could be with how he'd set up the shot, made sure he had the remote control in his pocket, and then stepped up behind Cara.

Setting the timer to take pictures every few seconds, Uncle Johnny lined his dripping cock up with Cara's open and swollen pussy, and then slammed it home, causing Cara to scream out loud.

"Oh God! Uncle Johnnyyyyyy!" Cara screamed as her sensitive, swollen pussy felt almost torn in two by her uncle's massive meat.

Still naked except for the Tims, Cara's breasts shook with every hard thrust, while Uncle Johnny enjoyed being shirtless but keeping his pants and boots on for the photo shoot. He'd donned his construction hat, and thanked God it was sized for him, as it stayed on while he was vigorously fucking his niece with all he had.

"Fuck, Cara, your pussy is so fucking tight," he gasped while pounding into her, almost unable to believe how good it felt as her pussy squeezed him with each thrust.

"Please, oh please, please, oh please," Cara kept repeating, feeling her orgasm coming up so quickly.

She had been getting wetter and wetter all day, as she and her uncle got increasingly turned on by their circumstances: she exposing herself to her uncle and his camera in broad daylight, him getting to closely examine every part of his niece through his camera lens. Not really able to think clearly, all Cara could do was hope that whatever sort of timer Uncle Johnny had set would capture something worth using as her uncle slammed into her cunt over and over again.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Yes!" Cara finally screamed, her pussy convulsing around her uncle's thick prick.

"Goddamn, Cara!" bellowed Uncle Johnny, as he followed her seconds later, the feel of her pussy squeezing around his dick too much for him to withstand.

Collapsing on top of her, laying his heavy weight across her back, they both fought to catch their breath.

"Hey, Uncle Johnny?" Cara said softly, trying to get her breath back.

"Hmm?" he asked, loving the feel of her pussy wrapped tight around his still half-hard dick.

"Thank you for helping me with Daddy's birthday present."

Uncle Johnny smiled at his niece's sweet nature.

"You're welcome, pun'kin," he said. "Just promise me one thing."

"What's that?"

"That you'll come up with something equally special when it's time for my birthday!"

Cara grinned. "Deal."



Happy Birthday Darling



Over the past two or three months Tree had really slimed down and was going to the gym regularly. Her figure was great, a lovely flat tummy, nice hips and perky boobs. She'd started to wear clothes that were sexier and a little more revealing than she'd normally have worn a year ago. What was noticeable was how much her confidence had grown; she'd talk to strangers of both sexes a lot more comfortably.

Anyway it was Teresa's birthday and it had fallen on a Wednesday. So we'd booked the following day off and bribed my Mum to look after the children and get them to school and nursery on time while we enjoyed a one off kids-free evening.

I'd decided to take Teresa out to a club to celebrate and on to the adjoining hotel. With it being a mid week it wasn't busy and an over thirties night at the club meant that the yob element wasn't present.

Teresa wore her satin and lace blouse that I'd bought her earlier in the year; it had a bit of a plunging front but Tree buttoned all the buttons up fairly high. To go with the top I'd also bought her a black wrap over skirt that finished below the knee.

The club was an out-of-town establishment that catered for the more romantic couple with little alcoves that were seductively lit where one could have a cuddle with each other without being on display. The dance floor was large and sunken so that one could stand on the side and look down on the smooching couples.

After a couple of drinks and while I could still walk I asked Tree if she'd like to dance. From the expression on her face she was surprised that I'd offered.

We made our way to the floor and started to dance slowly in each others arms, it was great, we'd both had a bit to drink and didn't mind about making fools of ourselves too much.

A couple of songs later I felt this tap on my shoulder,

"May I dance with the lady for a while?" a tall tanned broad guy asked.

"Sure" and I handed Teresa to him. She didn't seem to mind, and I returned to the sidelines to watch.

He was a good dancer and seemed to glide around the floor.

He held Teresa close and firmly.

I could see them talking and didn't want to seem like I was spying so after the first track I returned to our alcove and my drink.

After about 15 minutes they returned.

"Sorry we were so long Steve" Tree explained.

"That's no problem, did you enjoy yourself?" I said 

"Yes thanks, this is Aaron, he's a great dancer" Tree enthused.

"Why don't you join us Aaron?" I offered, "I'll get us all a fresh drink.

He settled next to Tree as I went to the bar, I decided to get a bottle of wine and three glasses to save another visit later as it was on the rooms tab.

I returned and sat opposite the pair and poured the drinks.

Aaron looked very smart and sharp and Tree was enjoying his attention.

We had a few more drinks and the conversation was flowing and everyone was having a great time.

Aaron said he worked in a bank in Nottingham in fact he turned out to be the manager of the bank.

I asked Teresa if she'd like another dance.

"Yes please, do excuse us for a moment" she said

Aaron got up to let her out and helped her by offering his hand.

"Thank you" Tree replied.

We made our way to the floor again.

"He's very charming isn't he?" I enquired in an effort to find out what Tree thought of him.

"Not half and he's a bit of a hunk too" Tree continued.

"OK OK! Put your tongue in, I can see you fancy the pants off him" I said jokingly "You're beginning to dribble"

Tree smiled.

"Actually" I said "He's part of your birthday present".

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I've arranged for him to come onto you. You can have him tonight if you like?"

"WHAT!" she said in astonishment.

"It's a bit of fun; you take it as far as you want".

"Can I take him home?"

"No you can't, but he can come back to the hotel if you like?" I offered.

Tree remained silent I could see her thinking and almost hear the cogs grinding away inside her brain.

I'd met Aaron a couple of weeks earlier through a mutual friend to arrange the night and to see what he was like, I wanted someone a lot different from myself physically and personality wise. He had to be tall, smart, polite and very handsome, someone every woman would fancy. We'd discussed several scenarios and was both happy with what we'd planned and agreed that we'd both watch Teresa carefully so as not to offend or upset her.

After a couple of dances I suggested we returned to our seats.

Aaron duly rose from his seat to let Tree in.

We all sat down and started talking about the great music that they were playing.

Teresa kept looking at me.

Aaron moved towards Tree and whispered in her ear.

I'd told him to be straight to the point and knew he'd be asking her if he could kiss her.

I could see him place his hand on her thigh and stroke it gently as Tree tensed up.

He leaned and kissed her slowly full on the lips. Tree responded passionately as his hand moved up her leg over her tummy and onto her boobs. 

Teresa grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him onto her.

She was really going for it and it really turned me on, so much so I had to re-adjust my bunging cock, I thought I was going to burst there and then.

Aaron rubbed her tits as Tree pushed out her chest, her nipples clearly visible beneath the satin material of her blouse; it was obvious she'd no bra on.

Pinned into the dimly lit alcove Tree and Aaron were in a tight cling, pulling at each others hair and excitedly running their hands over each others shoulders.

It was then Tree put her right leg onto the table...

WOW!! She was wearing black hold ups trimmed in a similar lace to the sleeves on her blouse and NO knickers.

Aarons hand slid further up her inner thigh oblivious to the absence of underwear. As his fingers touched her warm moist pussy lips his whole body stiffened as he took a deep breath. Trees head fell back as he kissed her exposed neck, her hand now gently stroking and pulling at the outline of his rod beneath his trousers, coxing it to grow bigger and stiffer. Slowly she unzipped his fly and slid her hand into his trousers where his big cock was waiting.

I just had to rub my own I was so excited.

Tree began wanking Aaron with slow long strokes as he ran his fingers back and forth over her inviting pussy, teasing her; until she pushed his hand hard against her, his fingers sliding up into her. Tree sighed, she'd been begging for that to happen for at least ten minutes.

It was a good job the lighting was dim but all around couples were kissing and cuddling in all the alcoves.

They eventually separated to breath and have a drink and I asked tree if she'd like to have one last dance before we went to the hotel.

She accepted and we danced slowly.

I asked her if she was enjoying herself.

"YES! This is one birthday present I'll never forget" she replied.

"You know Steve the no bra and knickers were for you, I had no idea you'd planned all this", she explained.

"I know darling, I had the biggest hard on I've ever had watching you two kiss and cuddle back there"

"I'm glad you liked the show, he's got a huge cock you know, and it was so hard and stiff when I squeezed it"

I could tell she was excited by the whole evening.

"You look fantastic" I said "You'd turn any cock hard tonight".

After one dance Tree asked if I was ready...

"I can see you are" I joked and we left the dance before it had finished.

We beckoned Aaron across and told him to come to room No.42 in 10 minutes. He explained that he too had booked into the hotel when I'd told him where we'd be going.

Tree and I made our way to our room and sure enough after about ten minutes there was a light tap at the door.

I let Aaron in, he'd bought a bottle of champagne and three flute glasses.

"I understand it's your birthday today Teresa" he said as he opened the bottle and poured the drinks.

"Yes" she replied.

"Well I'd like to toast Happy Birthday Teresa" 

We each took a drink and raised our glasses to Teresa...

I turned and dimmed the lights.

As Aaron took Teresa's empty glass from her I sat in the only chair in the corner of the room. Once he'd put them down he asked for a birthday kiss.

"Don't you think you've had that already?" Tree asked

Aaron smiled and placed his hands on her hips and kissed her softly.

He walked behind her, running his hands around her slim waist and kissed the back of her neck, Tree shrugged her shoulders.

His hands crept up her tummy to cup her boobs, and then he slowly started to undo the buttons on her blouse. Her hands searched behind her for that huge cock she'd described to me on the dance floor just minutes earlier. She found it.

Aaron looked at me sitting in the chair sipping my champagne, I nodded to him, he was doing a great job and Tree was loving the attention again.

After some fiddling behind her back Aarons trousers fell to the floor and I could see that huge cock in Teresa's hand poking through the opening in his boxers. She wasn't kidding it was BIG!

Teresa's breasts were exposed now and being caressed and stroked, her nipples harder than I'd ever seen them.

Aaron then turned his focus to Tree's skirt, within seconds it was around her feet.

There she stood naked except for her black hold ups, she looked gorgeous.

"Look at Steve" he whispered to her.

She stared straight into my eyes.

Aaron's finger tips tussled the top of her neatly styled pubic hair, his other hand supporting her left bosom, gently squeezing it. His fingers crept lower until they were at Tree's entrance; he parted her pubes, so that I could see her moistness.

They both looked at me.

Tree pulled on his now massive shaft and smiled, I smiled back at them both.

I'd made no secret of the fact that I'd like to see Teresa enjoy another man not necessarily go the whole way but a little heavy petting I could live with.

He pulled away for a moment and removed his shirt and boxer shorts. His body was firm, well defined and muscular.

Together they fell onto the bed, kissing passionately, there hands exploring the new skin they were discovering. Their legs tangled.

Tree rolled on top of him and kneeled astride his stomach. She rubbed his shoulders and in a swirling pattern traced his firm pec's. I could see his erection standing firm behind Tree's arse. She put her hands on his chest and pushed herself down his body sliding over his hard penis. As she reached his thighs his cock was pressing hard beneath her, gradually it started to appear, Tree looked between her legs to see the exposed head rub against her entrance parting her outer lips as it rose up her tummy.

Tree lay to the side never taking her eyes off it.

"It's beautiful" she whispered in disbelief under her breath.

She licked her lips, she had to kiss it and before long it was deep in her mouth. Aarons head was thrown back into the pillow as he pushed his pelvis into Teresa's face. Fortunately Tree had hold of the base of his shaft otherwise she'd have chocked to death. Her lips formed an air tight seal around his girth as she swallowed him.

After about ten minutes Aaron reminded Tree that it was HER birthday not his and rolled her onto her back and began kissing her around her breast and nipples; he'd lick them until they were wet and then suck on them while his hand massaged her wet pussy. Slowly he kissed her tummy, Tree new what was coming and tried to shuffle up the bed so that Aaron was kissing her navel, she couldn't handle the suspense and pushed his head between her legs.

She let out a little cry, "Oh yes, lick me Aaron don't stop"

Tree pulled at his hair every time he hit the spot, from the noises Tree was making he was giving her orgasm after orgasm.

By this time I had stripped off the size of my cock was the biggest it had ever been.

Aaron came up for air and I offered them both more champagne.

I sat on the bed with them both and asked Tree how many times she'd cum.

"God! At least six times" she replied, "It's fantastic".

Tree put her glass down and began massaging Aarons penis while he lay back, gradually it started to grow longer and thicker again with every stroke she made.

When she saw mine she took hold of it with her left hand and started to wank the pair of us off together.

This was a race neither of us wanted to win. After about three minutes we both pulled away from her.

I lay Tree on her front and Aaron moved to the other side of her. His fat cock dragged across her back as he did so. I got some massage oil and we each poured a little into our palms and started to rub her back, we shared Teresa between the two of us, he had her right side me the left. Slowly we rubbed her back I knew she loved this when I do it but this time there was four hands stroking her. Together, inch by inch we moved towards her tight bottom and thighs. She couldn't help but slightly open her legs, just enough to allow our hands to slide round. Aaron and I grinned as we felt the heat radiating from between her legs. But neither of us dwelled too long and continued down her length to her feet. We firmed the massage up here so not to tickle her too much and break the mood.

I suggested she turned over so we could complete our job.

As she did Aaron divided Tree into two again. "You take her right side and I'll look after her left" he said as he gestured a divide line with his hand.

We positioned Tree's arms above her head and started to massage her working our way down towards her shoulders and neck and onto her chest and boobs. We covered her in oil until she shone; we spent ages mauling her, our hands gliding over her breasts and tummy. Gradually we moved lower and lower towards her hips. Tree was wriggling with pleasure as we both inched nearer and nearer towards her vagina.

Aaron was the first to slide his hand between her legs and squeeze her inner thigh, I followed seconds later. There were two hands belonging to two different men vying for her jewel. I let Aaron go first. He slide a finger in her pussy, while he was in her I too eased my index finger into her.

I leaned forward and kissed her on the neck and whispered in her ear "Would you like him to fuck you now?"

"No" she whispered back "I want you to make love to me like you've never done before while I play with him".

Tree shuddered with pleasures as we each removed our fingers slowly one by one.

I re-positioned myself and spread her legs wide so that Aaron could see her. I gently pushed my throbbing cock into her soaking pussy until my balls were tight against her opening. I'd never known her be so wet.

Tree gripped Aaron, her thumb and fingers failing to link and started to pull on him, his cock head appearing and disappearing as tree yanked his foreskin back and forth in time as I thrust deep into her pussy for all I was worth.

Watching her touch and stimulate another man and that man caress and feel her whole body filled me with excitement I could feel myself beginning to burst. But it was Aaron who came first, his stiff penis pulsating, shooting his sperm out all over both her boobs. Tree wriggled as another orgasm shot through her entire body, she was glowing. 

I couldn't hold on any longer after seeing Tree bring him to his climax. Before she'd finished emptying him I plunged into her as deep as I could one last time before releasing my load. Tree clenched her mussels as and squeezed every drop out of me, again her body shook.

We all collapsed exhausted by each others side and drifted to sleep.

I remember thinking what a great evening it had been. I was glad she'd not had sex with him but pleased for her that she'd experienced someone else and had a great time.

We woke late in the morning about half eight the low sun was shining through between the curtains.

Aaron was nowhere; neither of us knew what time he'd left, but he had left a little memento for Tree to remember him by on the dressing table was an envelope written on it was....

Happy Birthday Teresa

Love Aaron

X



Happy Birthday Darling



You wake in the morning to the exquisite pleasure of my tender, moist lips wrapped around your morning-stiff cock, suckling gently on you as your sleep-clouded brain gradually realizes this is not a dream. Your eyes flutter open to find my dark eyes peering out at you from under my long lashes, locking onto yours as my warm mouth bobs up and down on your hard cock. Now that I have your attention, I become more deliberate with my motions, applying more suction, and drawing the tip of your cock in and out of my mouth with a loud series of audible pops. 

With my fingertips, I would gently stroke your balls, slowly moving back to press firmly in small circles against your perineum, placing just the right amount of pressure against your prostate. Sinking my lips as far down your shaft as I could, I would suck as if to pull the cum right out of your balls as I push it out by manipulating your prostate. Soon, your legs quiver as your body tenses, your toes curling reflexively as your spill your load into my mouth. Gingerly, I lick away all traces of your sticky cum, before placing a tender kiss on the sensitive head of your cock before pulling away and sending you off to the shower. 

When you walk into the bathroom, you find a small gold box with a crimson ribbon resting on the vanity with a card that reads, "Something for later..." You pull on the ends of the bow, unraveling it and opening the box to find a new bottle of thick, high-quality lube, and you smile to yourself as you rest it on the counter and step into the shower, pulling the curtain behind you. 

As you exit into the steam-filled bathroom, another, slightly larger gold box is waiting for you upon the counter, next to where you left the bottle of lube. Still dripping water onto the floor, you eagerly read the card: "A special accessory for your special day..." Opening the box, you find a medium rubber plug, this one featuring a slight curve to pleasure your prostate throughout the day. Quickly, you pat yourself dry and speed through the rest of your morning routine, strolling into the bedroom with your birthday presents in hand. I've laid out your suit for the day on a chair, but I am nowhere to be found. 

You lay upon the bed, drawing your legs up and spreading them wide. With well-lubricated fingers, you deliciously tease your clean, tightly puckered rim, making it slippery and coaxing it to relax. Taking the toy, you rub it against your pulsating hole before slowly pressing it inside your receptive ass, moaning as it lodges inside you. You are running short on time, but you take a few moments to stroke the toy in and out of your stretched opening, feeling your rim spread and contract around the foreign presence before nestling it deep inside for the day. As you dress, the toy presses tantalizingly against your prostate, causing your cock to partially harden and thicken. 

At the office, it is virtually impossible to focus on your work. The toy violating and stimulating your delicate rectal lining is keeping you in a constant state of heightened arousal. Just before your lunch break, an email from me pops up in your inbox. It reads only, "Check your jacket pocket." Reaching your hand inside, you detect the unmistakable presence of silk, and your cock lurches inside your pants, knowing what you've found even before your brain can put the pieces together. Surreptitiously, you glance around to make sure no one is looking and your trembling fingers pull a pair of my red silk panties from your pocket. You jump as your cell phone vibrates with a received text message. It is from me: "A preview for later."

You long for relief, but this is neither the time nor the place. Nevertheless, you spend most of your afternoon surfing your favorite adult websites, occasionally brushing your fingertips across your stiff but captive cock. With minutes to go before you can finally leave for the day, a messenger arrives at your desk, wielding a box. You sign the delivery slip without standing, struggling to keep your erection hidden under the desk. With a letter opener, you slice open the white cardboard packaging to reveal another golden box, another crimson ribbon. This time, the card reads, "Who says only women wear jewelry? I want to admire this on you tonight." Inside the box, you find a silver cock ring, and another dizzying wave of lust washes over you. You slip it in your pocket, saving it for later. 

The commute home seems to stretch on infinitely as the promise of release looms large in your mind. Finally, you find yourself in front of the door, the key in your outstretched hand, nearly trembling in anticipation of the evening to come. Before you can press the cold metal to the lock, the door flies open, revealing me standing behind it. Your eyes travel from the bottom up, taking in the metallic gold pumps and the full skirt of a golden dress, tied at the waist with a scarlet sash. I've polished off the look with deep crimson lipstick, and a sweep of subtle shimmering eye shadow across each lid. 

Stepping across the threshold, you secure the door behind you, and grab my wrists, drawing them over my head and pressing me firmly against the wall, crushing my lips against yours. However, the intensity of our kiss is not enough to distract from something vaguely amiss. You pull back, looking at me quizzically. Your grip softening in your confusion, I take your hand and guide it under my dress, revealing your final gift of the evening, a large, firm, strap on cock.

Taking your hand, I lead you into the bedroom, and stand before you. "Where is the present I sent you earlier?" I ask. Reaching into your pocket, you produce the gleaming silver ring, and I take it from you, slipping it over a pair of fingers as I begin to attend to the buttons of your shirt. I look into your eyes as I systematically divest you of your clothing, leaving you standing there naked and exposed to my gaze. "Unwrap me," I suggest in a barely audible whisper. 

Just as you did with the presents, you begin with the sash, untying it and allowing it to fall to the floor. With agonizing slowness, you unzip my dress, and I shrug my shoulders, causing the material to slip from my body and fall in a heap around my feet. I now stand before you naked, the menacing dildo protruding lewdly from my hips, affixed to by body with a set of black leather straps. Your full, stretched ass throbs with anticipation around its plug as you take in the sight of me.

I graze my manicured nails across your cock one last time before slipping the cock ring, warmed from my body heat, over your cock and balls, causing your turgid member to become just that little bit harder. Pausing briefly to admire my handiwork, my lust for you is written all over my face. Firmly, but gently, I guide you onto your hands and knees on the bed, where your hands reach back to spread your ass for me, without my even needing to ask. Seeing the flared base of the plug I left for you so many hours ago resting between your firm cheeks sends a bolt of arousal coursing through me, and I grasp it tightly between my fingers. 

Slowly, I tug at the plug, your well-exercised hole stretching once more as the wider body of the toy presses against your sphincter from the inside. I hold it there, allowing you to bask in the delicious pressure, as a moan escapes your lips into the mattress. Drawing the plug out to its widest point, I hold it there, reveling in the sight of your ass stretched to its widest point, the tender inner flesh of your rim exposed all along the edge of the toy. Unable to resist, I lower my mouth to lick all around that sensitive flesh, sending a glorious wave of sensations through your entire groin, before sliding the toy back inside. Over and over I repeat this action, opening and closing your slackened aperture, systematically ridding it of its remaining resistance, until you can no longer hold the plug inside and it slips from your body.

Peering into your red, engorged rim, I take in the sight of your dark channel, powerless to resist its next invasion. Tentatively, I touch my fingers to it, feeling how loose I have made it, all hints of tightness gone. I dribble some of the lube upon it, soothing it, and pour some into your empty, inviting rectum. For good measure, I drip the moisture all over the surface of the dildo jutting out from my body, stroking it wetly, the sound of it echoing through the room. I catch the sight of your gaping hole fluttering at the sound of it, hungry to be filled once again.

At long last, I place the tip of the artificial phallus against your tender bud, rubbing gently before your relaxed rim spreads around it, and seemingly draws it deep into your body of its own accord. With one smooth, slow motion our bodies are pressed together, my cock deep inside you, filling you up, as my breasts rest against your back. Staying still, I let you become accustomed to the feeling of fullness as I pepper your shoulders, ears, and the nape of your neck with soft, wet kisses. Almost imperceptibly, my hips begin to grind against you, moving the dildo inside your ass, as you feel it rub against previously unexplored spots deep within your bowels. Sensing you are ready, I begin to fuck your ass in earnest, pushing and pulling the toy inside you, its bumps and ridges raking against the walls of your dark void. When you begin to move your hips to meet my thrusts, I know I have you.

My hand moves below you, seeking out your aching erection. The cock ring has it harder than I've ever felt it before, and the veins stand out in high relief beneath my fingers. I smile to myself as your muffled moans grow even louder, knowing it won't be long now. Spreading your precum along the length of your cock, I stroke you in time to my firm thrusts, pushing you closer and closer to an explosive climax. Finally, a preternatural scream emanates from deep within you as your violated ass spasms violently against its conqueror, and your cum erupts from your cock in a powerful volley against the sheets. Your entire body convulses with the force of your climax, as I expertly milk the last drops of cum from you, and you collapse, completely drained. 

I slide the toy out of your wrecked hole with a wet plop, watching, as it stays open from the onslaught it just experienced. The cool air of the room seems to waft deep inside your body, but you are too exhausted to fight it. The harness falls to the floor as I unhook the straps, and crawl into bed next to you, draping an arm across your back, and nestling a leg between your own splayed thighs. Still unmoving and breathing heavily, you glance at me sideways, the side of your face pressed against the sheets, as I trace the edge of your ear with a trail of kisses and whisper to you, "Happy Birthday, darling."



Happy Birthday, Do Me!



5:30am

I was already awake when my alarm went off, my head spinning with excitement. For most of my peers, it was just a Friday in late September, with the anticipation of the start of the school year long since replaced by the dull routines of homework and after-school jobs. But for me, this was a day like no other, a day I'd been eagerly anticipating for months: my eighteenth birthday!

I didn't feel any more grown up than the day before, but by many standards, I was now an adult. I sprung out of bed and over to the full-length mirror on my closet door to see if I looked any more mature, any more responsible. Nope, I laughed to myself. Same Kylie as yesterday! High school senior, honor student, captain of the cheerleading squad.

I had just finished getting dressed when the two-way radio on my nightstand buzzed. There was only one person it could be. Jonathan lived next door, and we'd been buddies for as long as I could remember. Our parents had gotten us the walkie-talkies years ago, so that we would stop hollering out our bedroom windows at each other whenever we had something to say. He was a year older than me, and taking this year to work before going off to college.

"Good morning, Jonathan," I spoke into the radio, then waited to hear his reply.

"Happy Birthday, Kylie! Can I come over? I have a present for you!"

"Aww, you're too sweet! Sure, come on over!"

No more than a minute later, Jonathan knocked on my bedroom door, and I told him to let himself in. My hands were full putting my long blonde hair up into a ponytail, which I tied with a blue ribbon.

"Wow, Kylie, you look amazing in that uniform!" I always wore my cheerleading uniform to school on game days. He tossed a small wrapped gift onto the bed. 

"That's the Bulldog alum talking, you'll never get the school colors out of your system!" I playfully spun around for him, giving him the full view of my cheerleader skirt and sweater, blue with white and gold trim.

"No, really, Kylie, you are sensational."

"What do you mean?" He had never talked to me like this before.

"I mean, silly, that you have a great body. Your tits look amazing in that sweater, and I can't take my eyes off your tight ass and gorgeous legs."

"Wow, um, Jonathan, I don't know what to say!" Not only had Jonathan never said anything like this to me before, but nobody else had either. Tits and ass?

"No need to say anything, why don't you just come over here."

I took a few steps towards him, and once I was close enough, he wrapped his arm around my waist and swiftly pulled me close. As soon as I looked up into his eyes, his lips found mine. Oh my god, was this going to be my first kiss? With Jonathan? I felt weak in the knees. His hands now pushed their way inside my sweater, and I moaned at the new sensation as his fingers squeezed my breasts.

Without knowing what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer, and I could feel a bulge growing in his pants, pressing against me. Surprised, I dropped my hands and pulled away from him slightly. I was very nervous, but also very curious, as I let one hand come to rest on the front of his sweats, gently feeling the bulge, feeling it grow bigger and harder under my touch.

"Don't be afraid of it, Kylie. That's it, just move up and down against it."

Fascinated, I pulled away from him even further and dropped to my knees in front of him, the bulge now directly in front of my face. I looked up at Jonathan for more direction, not sure what to do next. He smiled, and then brought his fingers to the waist of his sweats, pushing them down to his knees, and I was amazed at what I saw next. It was at least seven inches long, hard, and throbbing.

"Do you like my cock, Kylie? Do you want to touch it?"

I looked up at him, smiling, and said, "It's so big!!"

He laughed, then sighed as I took it into my hands, moving back and forth as he had instructed earlier. After a few moments, he took one of my hands gently in his and led it to the base of his - what did he call it? - his cock, and showed me how to fondle the two balls that dangled there.

"That's it, Kylie. Just like that. Do you want to suck it?"

I tore my eyes away from the object of my fascination and gave him what must have been a shocked look. Suck it? I had never imagined such a thing. But I had no reason not to trust Jonathan, not to do what he suggested, so I leaned in, tentatively at first and then with more confidence, and put his cock into my mouth.

At first I just held an inch or so in my mouth, but then, drawn in by the warmth of his skin, his wonderful scent, and the obvious pleasure my touch brought him, I let myself move back and forth with more enthusiasm, so that I was bobbing up and down on it, taking more of it into my mouth with each stroke. After a few minutes of this, I felt his body start to move more roughly, and at first I pulled away, but he urged me to keep going. "No, Kylie, don't stop, please just keep doing exactly what you're doing, it's wonderful, trust me!"

"Ummmm hmmmm," was all I could say in response, my mouth full of cock, his hands now clutching at my head and shoulders to control my movements. A few moments later, Jonathan jerked, let out a huge moan, and I felt something warm shoot into my throat. Pulling away quickly, more of the warmth hit my lips, and then my face, as I realized that the substance was coming out of the end of Jonathan's cock.

Jonathan pulled up his sweats, then helped me to my feet, saying, "Well, Kylie, how did you enjoy giving your first blow job?"

"Is that what that's called?"

He smiled, nodded, then added, "Looks like we'd better get you cleaned up before you go off to school." He took me by the hand into the bathroom next to my room, and gently cleaned off my face with a moist towel. I managed to lick some of the warm, sticky liquid from my lips before he could remove it, and was surprised that I actually enjoyed the taste. Salty and tangy.

"Yum, it's good! What is it?"

"Most guys call it cum, Kylie. And believe me, if you like the taste of it, you'll be very popular."

I gave him a quizzical look, not sure exactly what he meant, but before I could ask, he spoke again.

"You'd better go, Kylie. I don't want you to be late for school! I hope you have a wonderful birthday! Oh, and your present is that CD I know you've been wanting."

"Oh, cool - thanks, Jonathan! You're a great friend."

I ran out the door after giving him a quick hug and peck on the cheek, hollered to my parents that I'd see them later, jumped into my car, and started my drive, my head reeling as I went. I had never so much as held hands with a boy, and now I had given a blow job to my neighbor, one of my best buddies from childhood. I guess a lot had changed overnight, after all!

***

6:45 am

Lost in thought, I was almost all the way to school before remembering that I was supposed to make a stop on my way. The dad of one of the kids I babysat for had run out of cash to pay me the day before, so had asked me to come by on my way to school today so he could make it right. I pulled over, waited for traffic to pass, then made a u-turn to head back the other direction, towards Mr. Swift's house. He was a really nice guy, but as a single dad, he often was scrambling to keep things in order, and it wasn't the first time he hadn't paid me on time.

"I hope I'm not too early, Mr. Swift? I have to be at school by 7:15, so..."

"No problem at all, Kylie. I have to leave for work soon myself, so your timing is great. Come on in, I'll get you the money. Sorry again for not paying you on time!"

"Oh, that's OK - it happens!"

He disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, then returned with two $20 bills, my pay for the past few weeks. I eagerly took the cash, and turned back towards the door to leave, but stopped when he spoke again.

"Kylie, if I may say so, you are absolutely beaming today. I don't think I've ever seen you look so happy. Is it a special occasion?"

I turned, smiling, to answer him. "Yes, actually, today's my eighteenth birthday!"

"Oh, wow, really!"

"Yes, I'm pretty excited."

"So am..." he started to say something, but his voice dropped off.

"What's that, Mr. Swift?"

"Oh, nothing. Can I just tell you, eighteen looks good on you. You look phenomenal in that uniform."

I laughed, then said, "Funny, you're the second person to tell me that this morning!"

"I'm not surprised, Kylie. You're stunning."

His eyes dropped from my face to my chest, and then to my waist. Without thinking, I took a step towards him. Also without thinking, I let my eyes fall to his crotch, curious if I would see the same bulge that I'd seen on Jonathan just an hour earlier. As soon as I did it, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I shouldn't look at Mr. Swift that way!

"It's OK, Kylie. Why don't you come over here," he said, reaching for my hand and leading me across the room to the sofa. "I just thought of a way to thank you for your patience over my late payment."

He turned me around so that I was facing the sofa, then gently pushed me down so that my forearms came to rest against the sofa back. I couldn't see what he was doing, but quickly felt his hands on my ass, rubbing me through my cheerleading skirt, then after a few more moments sliding underneath the skirt and firmly kneading my skin through just my white cotton panties.

Any thought I had of objecting quickly flew out of my head as I started to feel some completely new sensations. Wonderful new sensations. I went weak in the knees again, but not like before, because a cute guy was kissing me. This time it was because I was suddenly overwhelmed with a warmth and tingling between my legs. When Mr. Swift's fingers reached exactly the place where that warmth and tingling seemed to be coming from, I sighed and let my weight fall completely against the sofa.

His fingers now worked their way underneath my panties, so that they were directly against my skin, and I felt my hips begin to move against his touch, seeming to have a mind of their own, making the most of the feelings of pleasure which were slowly building inside of me. He now got down on one knee behind me, and I felt something new against my skin, a new moist and warm touch which I soon realized must be his tongue.

I had never imagined being kissed down there, and was amazed how my body was responding. As he licked and kissed and even nibbled this very sensitive skin, he started - slowly at first, then more aggressively - pressing his fingers inside of me. It was then that I started to move against him more forcefully, in response to a powerful heat which seemed to be building from inside of me. I felt muscles that I never knew I had begin to squeeze against his fingers, and felt a wetness ooze out of me and onto my inner thighs as I cried out in response to pleasure I'd never dreamed of.

So, that must be what Jonathan felt when I gave him the blow job. Wow. Totally amazing. I turned around, straightened up, and asked Mr. Swift, "Did I cum?"

"Oh, yeah, Kylie. Would you like to taste your cum?"

I was very curious, so eagerly nodded as he stood up and put the fingers that had been inside of me into my mouth. I slowly licked his fingers completely clean, and noticed that my cum was salty like Jonathan's, but had a different taste. Maybe everyone's is different? I looked up at Mr. Swift as his fingers fell from my lips, and could think of only one thing to say.

"Thank you."

"You're very welcome, Kylie. I hope we have the opportunity to continue this later, but for now, we'd better get you off to school. I don't want you to be late!"

***

11:45 am

The day seemed to creep by as I went from class to class. I always had trouble concentrating on game days, but today I had another reason to be distracted - the tingling sensations that occasionally built up deep inside of me, and the wetness that was now ever-present between my legs.

It wasn't until Mr. Golding called on me, and I not only did I not know the answer, but I hadn't even heard the question, that I realized I needed to snap out of this attitude. After all, Mr. Golding was my favorite teacher. I loved his class, and I didn't want him to think I was disrespectful. I managed to say something coherent in response to his prompt, and he moved on with his lecture.

Much as I had told myself I would focus, concentrate, show my teacher the attention he deserved, I couldn't help but let my mind wander again. I watched Mr. Golding from my front-row seat as he walked back in forth in front of the class, trying to keep everyone engaged by his lecture. Until today, I had never thought of him as anything but a great teacher, the one who always challenged me to do my best, and kept things fun and interesting in the process.

But now I found my head filled with completely new thoughts, thoughts about his body, thoughts that went nicely with the warmth between my legs, and the memories of my encounters with Jonathan and Mr. Swift earlier that morning. I was so lost in my own world that I didn't immediately respond when Mr. Golding again said my name. When I finally responded, he was standing directly in front of me, and I realized that the rest of the class had left. I also, suddenly, became aware that I had uncrossed my legs, and that as my teacher sat down on the edge of his desk, he could easily get a view of my panties as he quickly glanced down.

"Kylie, I think we need to talk. I've never known you to daydream through a whole class. Is everything OK?"

Yikes, I never got in trouble with teachers, this was terrible! "I'm sorry, Mr. Golding, I don't know what's going on today. It's a game day, and it's my birthday on top of that, I guess I'm just a little distracted!"

"Oh, I didn't realize it's your birthday! Well, happy birthday! How old are you?"

"Eighteen," I replied, blushing as I caught him glancing down under my desk again. I crossed my legs.

"Eighteen," he repeated back to me. "An important milestone!" Then, changing the subject, and returning to more of a stern, teacherly voice, he said, "Would you mind staying for a bit? I'd like to discuss your progress in this class."

Wow, so I was in trouble. "No problem, Mr. Golding. I have lunch now, so it's not like there is another class I have to get to."

"Good. Why don't you join me in my office."

He stood up, and I followed, walking around his desk and to the door at the back corner of the room. He always joked with us that the little room behind his classroom was more like a closet than an office, but at least it gave him some privacy when he needed to work on grading.

As soon as I entered the crowded little room behind him, he reached around me and shut the door.

"Now, Kylie, would you like to explain to me why you felt it necessary to show off your wet panties during my class? Do you realize how distracting that is when I'm trying to lecture?"

His comment took me completely off-guard. I knew I would be apologizing during this conversation, but didn't think it would be for my wet panties.

"Um, I'm sorry?"

He smiled and moved in closer to me. "That's OK, Kylie. I'm just giving you a hard time. Because you gave me one."

I smiled back at him, but then had to admit I didn't follow what he was saying. "Um, what?"

"Here," he replied, still grinning as he took my hand and placed it firmly on his crotch. "Feel that? I've been hard for the last 20 minutes, watching you."

"Oh, now I see what you mean! So, what can I do about that?"

He didn't answer with words. He took both of my wrists into one of his big, strong hands, and pushed my arms up over my head, holding them there gently but firmly enough that I couldn't move them. He then leaned into me, his weight pressing me against the closed door. With his other hand, he quickly unfastened his belt and unzipped his slacks, freeing his hard cock in just a few moments, and pressed it between my legs, where it rubbed against the wet fabric of my panties.

I moaned for a few moments before he leaned down and locked our mouths together in an intense kiss, tongue and all. As he kissed me, his hand reached under my skirt and pushed my panties to one side, so that his hard cock was now rubbing back and forth directly against my skin. With one smooth motion, he pressed into me, my cry of pain captured in his mouth as he continued to kiss me.

Once I had recovered from the initial shock of having his huge cock buried inside of me, I began to feel the wonderful new sensations as he moved slowly in and out. Instinctively, I stood up taller, even on to the tips of my toes, to help balance our height difference. Perhaps sensing this, Mr. Golding released my hands from above my head, positioned them around his neck, and hoisted me up by the waist so that I was now riding him in mid-air, my legs wrapped around him.

He was so strong that this new position seemed effortless for him, and the pleasure I felt was amazing, as he penetrated me even more deeply than he had before. I began bouncing up and down on him on my own now, no longer relying on him to set our rhythm. I was so turned on by the sounds and smells filling the room that I knew it wouldn't be very long before I was completely overwhelmed with pleasure. I hoped I could make him cum too, because after all, it would make me very happy to please my favorite teacher!

As my climax came, I continued riding him fast and furious through each wave of pleasure, pleasure ten times the intensity of what I'd felt earlier that morning with Mr. Swift. His lips caught mine, once again muffling my moans and squeals of pleasure. After I'd finished, he gently pulled me off of his cock, and encouraged me to get down on my knees. I eagerly reached out to stroke him, and after just a few moments of attention from my hands, he encouraged me to put my mouth on him to catch his cum.

"Mmm," I couldn't help but saying after I took it all in and swallowed. "That's even yummier than what I tasted this morning!"

"I thought maybe you'd had a busy day, Kylie! I'm glad you liked it. Now, get yourself cleaned up and get to lunch. You must be hungry after such a workout."

"Thank you, Mr. Golding!"

***

1:30 pm

The morning was already a blur, my body tingling with new sensations and my mind racing with new images. I found myself almost overcome with the desire to explore these new feelings again, as soon as possible, but wasn't sure how to make that happen. After all, until this morning, I had absolutely zero experience!

My best distraction from this, well, distraction, was the fact that people kept wishing me a happy birthday. It really was nice to get so much attention, I had to admit. When I arrived on the football field for a quick practice before the game, my fellow cheerleaders surprised me with a huge balloon bouquet, including one that said 'happy 18'. I was so impressed with the sweet gesture that I even let the team off with a short, easy practice, in spite of the fact that I was usually a perfectionist before a home game!

Oh well, I thought to myself as I packed up our gear after letting the other girls leave. Truth was, I couldn't take my eyes off a couple of guys from the football team who were still working out on the field, the quarterback Ray, and one of his receivers, Mark. They were both seniors, and both older than me. I'd watched them hundreds of times before with nothing but admiration for their playing skills. Now, today, I found myself watching them with completely new thoughts, such as how it would feel to have their cocks in my mouth, or to have them touch me.

I stalled so that I would end up walking towards the locker rooms at the same time they did. "Hi Mark! Hi Ray!" I said, waving to them as they went into the men's locker room and I took the next door into the women's.




Happy Birthday, Do Me!



"Hi, Kylie," they both said. "Nice balloons," Mark added. "So, you're eighteen today, huh? Why don't you join us in here, there's plenty of room!"

I wanted nothing more at that moment than to follow these big, strong guys into their locker room, but the rule-follower in me questioned the decision.

"Are you sure it's OK?"

"How 'bout this, Kylie," Ray said, "we'll check that the coast is clear, then give you a signal if it's OK to come in."

"Sure!" 

I leaned against the wall as I waited for them to give me a signal, suddenly aware that my nipples felt hard and that the warm, tingly feeling between my legs was starting again. After a few more moments, Mark came back to the doorway, wearing nothing but a towel. He took my hand and led me inside. After getting over my horror at how dirty their locker room was compared to ours, and how it reeked of dirty socks, I once again became aware of the urgent need growing deep inside of me to continue exploring my newfound adulthood.

Mark walked me to a bench between two rows of lockers where Ray was waiting for us. While Ray spread a clean towel on the bench, Mark pinned me up against the lockers and kissed me firmly, my lips responding instantly to his, and parting as he pressed his tongue into my mouth. He reached down to my waist, grabbed my sweater, and pulled it quickly up and over my head, abruptly ending our kiss. Ray joined us now, pulling down my skirt so that I stood before them now in nothing but bra, panties, and shoes.

Mark then reached around to unclasp my bra, as Ray forced my panties down to the floor. I moaned as their hands began to move all over my body, forcefully kneading my C-cup breasts and rubbing between my legs until I felt like I would melt. Soon, the three of us moved over to the bench, where the players encouraged me to sit down, then dropped their towels, revealing both of their cocks to me. 

I smiled in delight as I saw them, taking one in each hand and stroking them as they continued to explore my body. Ray's hand made its way down to the heat between my legs, and as soon as he felt me, he said, "oh my god, Mark, she's so wet. She's good and ready. Do you want to try her first, or can I?"

"Go for it, buddy."

Ray pulled his hand away from me, pulled me to my feet, and spun me around, pushing me down so that my hands were on the bench and my ass was up in the air. Meanwhile, Mark sat down on the bench beneath me, his cock jutting up towards my face. I needed no further instruction as I bent down further to take him into my mouth, shifting my hands from the bench to his thighs to better balance. Meanwhile, I realized what Ray was doing behind me, as I felt his cock begin to press against me, trying to force inside of me.

Remembering the wonderful feeling of Mr. Golding's cock buried inside of me, I eagerly ground my hips against Ray. But I was surprised to find that I was a little sore, and especially since Ray's cock was obviously bigger than Mr. Golding's, it wouldn't be easy to take him all inside! But I focused all of my attention on Mark's cock, and before I knew it, Ray was more and more inside of me, and the pain, after getting worse, subsided and was replaced by the most amazing pleasure.

I was soon panting and begging for more, pleading with Ray to pound into me harder, until Mark forced me back down onto his cock so that I couldn't talk anymore. After a few more minutes in this position, Ray pulled out of me and we shifted. I stood up, turned my back to Mark, straddled him, and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. After watching me ride his friend for a moment, Ray moved closer and presented me with his cock, which I eagerly took into my mouth, recognizing my own flavor as I sucked him off.

I soon recognized the sensations of climax which I had felt twice already today, as I rode Mark hard, my muscles clenching around his hard cock as I came. As soon as I had cum, he pushed me up and I got to my knees between the two hunky football players, stroking their balls as they pumped their cocks for a few moments, before they both came, shooting their loads all over my face and chest.

"Now can I go to my own locker room, guys?"

They laughed and wished me a great birthday as I picked up my clothes and snuck back to the women's locker room for a shower.

***

3:00 pm

In spite of my day full of sexual awakening, there was something completely different which I was very much looking forward to on this day: registering to vote. I had always been eager to take advantage of this right of passage into adulthood, but it was especially cool that this year was a presidential election year, with my birthday falling just in time before voter registration deadlines before the election.

I could have registered at school during one of the registration drives, but I decided to drive downtown and make it ultra official by registering at the courthouse. I checked my bag to confirm that even the blow job experience with Jonathan hadn't stopped me from remembering the multiple pieces of ID that were required by our state's new voter ID laws. Good thing, I didn't want anything standing in my way as I performed this important civic duty.

As I drove, I took two phone calls, one from each of my parents, checking in to see if I'd had a good birthday so far and asking whether I'd be coming home before the game. It was just as I was hanging up the second call that I became aware of the siren. Uh oh, that cop was right behind me. Yup, no doubt, it was me he was pulling over. I put on my turn signal and pulled onto the first side street that was safe.

"What did I do, officer?" I said, smiling up at him as I rolled down my window.

"License and registration, please," he said firmly, without a hint of warmth in his voice.

I handed them over, then awaited the verdict. I still wasn't sure what I'd done wrong. I'm a really safe driver, and had never been pulled over before, so I didn't know what to expect.

"So, I see it's your birthday, and you're what... eighteen?"

I don't know if it was the theme of my day or the fact that it took the guy way too long to calculate my age - making me think I could outsmart him - but I quickly hatched a plan to attempt to escape punishment for whatever it was I'd done.

"That's right, officer," I said, while spreading my legs just enough to give him a view of my panties beneath my oh-so-short cheerleader skirt. "And I'm trying to get registered to vote before getting home in time for my birthday party with family. I'm awfully sorry if maybe I was going a little too fast?"

"Well, yes, you were, plus you ran a stop sign, and you were talking on the phone while driving. That's several infractions, I really should give you a ticket."

"Maybe we could work something out in the back of your cruiser?" I looked up at him with a big grin, my hand cupping my breast as I batted my eyelashes over my big blue eyes.

His eyes grew big and looked deep into mine as he considered my suggestion. "That's not a very modest proposal, young lady."

I smiled, deciding to say nothing more as he continued watching me, thinking about his next move.

"Well, OK, but I'll have to slap the cuffs on you to make it look realistic, in case any of the fine citizens of this neighborhood are watching."

"Fine by me!"

I got out of my car, intertwined my fingers behind my head as he put the handcuffs on my wrists, and then he led me to his car, helping me to the back seat. He walked around to the other side and got in next to me, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants almost as soon as he sat down. As soon as his cock was free, I bent over and took it into my mouth, bobbing up and down as quickly as I could.

Several competing thoughts filled my head simultaneously: I was suddenly aware of how incredibly sore and raw I was from my encounter with Ray and Mark; I was amazed at this new-found discovery, that it was possible to use sex to get what I wanted; I was actually enjoying the feeling of being restrained, and the cold steel against my skin; and I hoped this cop would cum soon so I'd still have time to get back to the courthouse.

Almost as soon as I'd had that last thought, the cop jerked beneath me, and I swallowed every last drop of his cum. He released me from the cuffs, then said, "now, how about a little help with that voter registration? I certainly don't want to keep an eager young lady away from her civic duty."

I smiled, not exactly sure what he meant. I got out of the cruiser and back into my car, and then watched in amazement as he actually proceeded to give me a formal escort to the courthouse, using his corrupt coply ways to get me to the front of the line so that I would indeed still make it to my party on time. I gave him a wink, and he returned one of his own, as we parted ways. He left, well, satisfied. I left with a smile, proud that my voter registration card would arrive in the mail in plenty of time for me to cast my vote in November.

***

7:30 pm

The game was a fairly uneventful one, so I'll spare you a full recap, except to say that our Bulldogs did win, 24-21, with Ray scoring the winning touchdown with a great pass in the final two minutes. Needless to say, everyone on our side of the field - players, coaches, my cheerleaders - was very happy.

It was a nice segue from the celebrations on the field to the party that my two best friends - and fellow cheerleaders - threw for me. Amber and Jessica and I piled into Amber's car and drove the short distance to Jessica's house, where her parents were conveniently out of town for the weekend, so we'd have the whole place to ourselves.

We grabbed sodas and chips from the kitchen, then made our way upstairs to Jessica's room. As soon as we got there, I realized what would be coming my way: my birthday spankings. Amber had first introduced me to the concept when I turned twelve, and in the years since, she'd not let a single year go by without the birthday spankings. Apparently it was a tradition in her family: each person at the party got to spank you once for each year of age. So, tonight, I'd be getting eighteen from Amber and another eighteen from Jessica.

They had both turned eighteen over the summer, so we'd been through this all very recently, but somehow it felt different to me this time, undoubtedly because of all of the experiences I'd had that day. After all, the memories and the physical sensations were all still so fresh. Jonathan's kiss, his cock, his cum. Mr. Swift's fingers and tongue inside of me. The ride on Mr. Golding's cock right after class. Mark and, oh god, I just remembered what a crush Jessica had on Ray. And of course the cop. I blushed now, just thinking of all of it.

"Hold on, Amber. Let me get out of this uniform. It's been a long day."

"In that case, Kylie, why don't you open your first present!"

Amber tossed me a package, and I eagerly ripped it open. Inside was a bra and matching thong panties, blue satin with lace trim. I had never held lingerie like this in my hands, much less thought of putting it on. My mom had always taken me to the mall to buy basic staples: white cotton bra, white cotton panties, sports bras for cheering, that was it.

"Go ahead, Kylie!"

With Amber's encouragement, I removed the rest of what I had been wearing, and put on the new lingerie. I looked at myself in the mirror, and confirmed what my friends were saying as they watched me: I looked hot. For the first time, I saw what all the men I'd done today had seen. Wow. My intention had been to change into the t-shirt and jeans I had in my bag, but I decided just to remain in the bra and panties.

"Wow, thanks, Amber! OK, now I'm ready for my spankings." I put my hands on Jessica's bed and playfully stuck my ass out into the room, spreading my legs slightly.

Laughing, both girls took their turn with gentle swats. First, Amber, then Jessica. At first, I laughed cheerfully, but gradually, I started to enjoy the spankings more than I expected to. Instead of a playful childhood tradition, this was becoming yet another physical encounter that brought about feelings of warmth and wetness between my legs. About half-way through the spankings after a particularly firm slap from Amber, I let myself go, moaning and pushing back against her hand with my ass.

When I realized what I had done, I was embarrassed, but as I turned to look at Amber, I saw that rather than looking shocked, she was smiling mischievously at me. She and Jessica proceeded with the spankings, slower, more deliberately, and harder now, and I continued to let myself express my true feelings.

When the thirty-sixth spanking finally came and went, my ass stinging in pain, I stood up, turned around, and let myself fall back onto Jessica's bed. My friends looked at each other, and, as if they were making some secret decision, nodded. "Go ahead, Jessica," Amber said.

"What?" I asked.

"It's time for my present!" Jessica replied enthusiastically. I eagerly took it from her, unwrapping it as I sat down on the bed. After removing the wrapping paper, I stared at the box in disbelief, only to find when I opened it that the object inside looked exactly like the picture on the outside. It was an eight-inch vibrating dildo, according to the package. Before today, I would have had no idea what to do with such an object. After today, it was all too obvious.

"Um..."

"Do you know what to do with it?" Amber teased.

"Yeah, I sure do..."

My friends laughed, then Jessica chimed in, "well, don't feel obligated to use it right away, but believe me, you'll enjoy it."

I looked up at them, smiled, and took each of them by the hand, pulling them down onto the bed with me. Amber picked up a pillow and hit me playfully with it, and soon Jessica and I were both in the mix with her, standing up and jumping on the bed as we pretended to hit each other hard with what of course were very soft objects. After a few minutes of this, we all collapsed, out of breath and giggling, into a heap on the bed. It certainly wasn't the first time we'd goofed around like this together, but it was definitely the first time it had felt sexually charged.

Jessica finally broke the silence after we all caught our breath. "So, Kylie, have you had a good birthday so far?"

"Definitely! Turning eighteen has been amazing, more than I ever would have imagined."

"Good! Do you want your last present now?"

"Um, sure!"

Amber put her hands on the waist of my panties and quickly pulled them down and off, tossing them to the floor. At the same time, Jessica reached a hand under my back and unhooked my bra, pulling it off as well. I was now naked, laying on my back on the bed, with two gorgeous cheerleaders still in uniform, one on either side of me. I had never thought of my friends as anything other than, well, my friends - and of course my teammates. But now I could see a similar 'hotness' that all those men had seen in me today.

Amber was a brunette with gorgeous green eyes, and still had a beautiful summer tan from her lengthy hours spent at the beach. She was quite petite - which was why we'd always chosen her for the top of the pyramid! Jessica, the redhead, was more curvy, with breasts bigger than mine, a gorgeous round ass, and long legs on her 5'9" frame.

They both started touching me now, Jessica starting on my tits and Amber around my inner thighs, massaging, tickling, stroking. It wasn't long before I was writhing in pleasure from all the attention. Amber picked up the dildo, twisted the base of it so that it began vibrating, and began teasing me with it, touching it briefly to the area between my legs, then pulling it away just as I responded.

"Do you like that on your clit, Kylie, or would you rather I shove it into your tight little pussy?"

Two new words, hmm, was my vocabulary ever going to be complete? I didn't need her to define them, though, it was obvious what they meant.

"Ooh, Amber, I like it on my clit! My pussy is sore, though."

"Oh, really? So you really have had a good day, huh!"

I just giggled in response, as she pulled the vibrator away and I watched as she quickly stripped. Once she was naked, she climbed on top of me and began rubbing her own clit against mine. Watching this, Jessica stopped massaging my tits and stripped as well, so that we were all now naked on the bed.

"Sounds like you've had a lot of encounters today, Kylie," Jessica said, "but I doubt you've had the chance to taste another woman yet?"

"Oh, Jessica, can I? Would you let me lick you? Someone" - I figured I'd let him remain nameless - "licked me this morning and I loved it!"

"Of course, Kylie! What are friends for?"

She put a pillow under my head and straddled me, slowly lowering herself down over my face, until I could reach her with my tongue. I began licking her slowly back and forth across her pussy and to her clit, up and down until finally my tongue pushed inside of her and I could taste her juices, not quite the same flavor as a man's cum, but equally yummy.

This whole time, Amber continued to grind against me, and the sensations were incredible. If the experience of tasting another woman weren't so overwhelmingly new and different, just Amber's touch would have occupied my full attention. But most of my fascination was directed towards Jessica's pussy. I realized that my hands were free, and so began using them as well, probing her with my fingers and my tongue simultaneously now as she began to moan with pleasure above me.

Perhaps taking my lead, she also put her hands to use, once again massaging my tits, now even squeezing my nipples firmly as she did so. It was at this moment that my climax began, and I could feel that the same thing was happening for my friends. Just as my own pussy clenched and began dripping with juices, Jessica cried out, her cum trickling down my chin as I tried my best to drink it all from her hot pussy. Amber let her weight fall against mine as she came as well, and we once again all collapsed to the bed, just as we had after our innocent-seeming pillow fight.

After resting there for a few moments, I kissed both my friends, telling them that I should probably get home before I fell asleep right there from pure exhaustion - my parents would, presumably, worry if I never came home that night. I got dressed, choosing the new, sexy lingerie over my cum-soaked white cotton panties, and my t-shirt and jeans over the cheerleader uniform that I'd spent the whole day in, and Amber threw on some clothes decent enough to get to her car and drive me home.

***

9:45 pm

After waving goodnight to Amber, I started up the walk to my house, amazed that I was still turned on after all of my experiences. Do these feelings never stop, I wondered to myself? Just as I was having that thought, and just before getting to my front door, I heard Jonathan's voice through the darkness. He was whispering to me from his bedroom window, trying to get my attention without disturbing either of our households.

I waved to him and ran across the lawn between our houses, until I was standing below his window, looking directly up at him, one story up.

"How was your day, Kylie? Did you have a good birthday?"

"You'd never believe what a good birthday I had, Jonathan. Let's just say I'm quite a bit more experienced than I was this morning."

"Ah, good for you. Glad you had fun! Want to come up?"

I glanced back at my house, and not seeing any activity such as a peering mother or father pointing at his watch, I smiled and nodded. I ran to the front door, where he met me a few seconds later, letting me in. I waved to his parents, who were watching TV, and obviously thought nothing of my visit so late in the evening - that's how normal it was for Jonathan and I to spend time together. We ran up the stairs and into his room, where he pulled me into an intense embrace as soon as he closed the door behind us.




Happy Birthday, Do Me!



"So, I really want to cum again, but my pussy is so sore and raw."

"Oh, really, Kylie? Anything else you'd like to share?"

"Oh my god, did I say that out loud? Yikes, Jonathan, I'm so embarrassed."

"It's OK, Kylie, really, don't worry about it! Haven't we always shared pretty much everything?"

"Well, yeah, but..."

"Plus, I have an idea."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. I know of a way that you - and I - can cum without exhausting your tired little pussy any more today."

"I'm listening."

"It might be better if I just show you."

"OK, Jonathan, I trust you."

We moved towards his bed, removing each other's clothes and tossing them to the floor as we walked. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and he spread my legs and knelt in front of me. His tongue quickly found my clit and began gently licking, and I let myself fall back against the bed in a combination of pleasure and exhaustion from the day. He licked me for a few minutes more, always so gently that I never moved too close to a climax, before standing up and walking over to his dresser.

I propped myself up on my elbows to watch as he opened the top drawer, rummaged around under socks and boxers, and pulled out a small bottle. I was overwhelmed with curiosity as he walked back towards me, motioned for me to put my hands out, and proceeded to squeeze several drops of cool gel from the bottle onto my hands. I took a guess, which turned out to be the right one, as to what he wanted me to do next. I climbed off the bed and onto my knees in front of him, and began stroking his already-hardening cock with my slick fingers.

I had never felt a substance exactly like what he had put on my hands, but it was clearly an excellent lubricant, as my hands glided smoothly back and forth on his throbbing cock. I knew he probably didn't want me to bring him to climax this way, as he had said that he had a plan to make us both cum, so I looked up at him quizzically as I stroked him. He smiled, letting me continue for a few minutes more, before finally reaching down to gently stop my motions and move us to a new position.

"Now," he said suggestively, "let's see how flexible this cheerleader is!"

I grinned up at him as he positioned me on my back on the floor, then grabbed my legs by the ankles and pulled them up and back to my head, so that my knees were on either side of my face. This position put my ass in the air and gave him a clear view of my aching, dripping wet pussy. I still had no idea what he had in mind for his next move.

"Excellent," he exclaimed, obviously pleased with my level of flexibility. All those hours of practice obviously had some purpose beyond cheerleading, I thought to myself. He then held up the bottle again, turned it upside down, and squeezed, and I watched as the cool gel dropped the few feet between his outstretched arm and my exposed pussy, squealing in delight as it hit my warm skin. He kept squeezing, longer than I thought he would, covering my pussy, my clit, and my ass in the lubricant. He then tossed the bottle aside and bent down, using both hands to spread the lubricant all over my skin, pausing briefly to stroke my clit and pussy lips, but focusing mostly on the area around my asshole.

I wasn't used to attention on this part of my body, and found the sensations to be more exciting than I would ever have thought. I began squirming beneath his touch, eagerly grinding myself against his hands, and he smiled in response to my obvious pleasure. He began pressing a finger into my asshole, and while my first response was to resist, I soon became aware of the tight feeling of pleasure, and the sensations that radiated into my pussy from that contact, and I let him continue. He probed further now, pressing at least a few inches of his middle finger inside my tight virgin asshole, and then moving it in and out for a few moments.

When he pulled his finger out, I groaned in disappointment, and he laughed, whispering, "don't worry, Kylie, there's more where that came from." He then shifted his feet so that he was straddling me, bent his knees slightly, and brought the tip of his cock into contact with my asshole. He used his hands to spread my ass cheeks apart, giving him more access, until the tip of his lubricated cock gradually slipped inside my asshole.

I brought my hands to my hips to support myself in this position, and to help arch my back to give him better access, as he slowly pressed himself into me. I whimpered and panted, expressing a combination of pain and intense desire, as more and more of his length disappeared inside of me. After a few minutes of slow, intense pressure, Jonathan's cock was completely buried in my ass. I was in disbelief that such a thing was even possible, but didn't have much energy to ponder that any longer, as he soon began moving in and out of me.

His hands shifted from my ass cheeks to my clit and pussy, and began furiously rubbing my clit, and gently stroking the outside of my pussy, seeming to respect the soreness of the inside of my pussy, spent from so much sex earlier in the day. I wouldn't last long under all this attention, so I decided to try to distract myself in an attempt to prolong the pleasure. Leaving one hand on the small of my back to support myself, I reached up with my other hand and fondled his balls as he pounded in and out of me.

Jonathan seemed to appreciate the attention, and after a few more minutes, I knew he wouldn't last much longer either. I don't know what came over me, maybe it was fatigue, but I decided to talk to him as he reached his climax, urging him on with words I had never dreamed would come out of my own mouth. I'm not even sure where I found such a vocabulary.

"That's right, Jonathan. Fuck that ass. Fuck my tight little asshole. Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to cum all over my tight little ass and my naughty little pussy? Do you know how many cocks I've had today? I've been fucked so raw, and you started it all with your big, hard cock. That's it, cum for me, yes, yes, yessssssssss!"

I had to stop talking as my own climax overwhelmed me, and soon after I did, he pulled out of me, and began shooting his cum all over me, some landing on my ass and around my clit and pussy, some dripping down my torso to my tits, some landing on my face. I was amazed at the quantity, especially since I knew he had cum just that morning!

After we had both recovered and I was back on my feet, Jonathan spoke again. "Wow, Kylie, I've never heard such filthy language come out of that beautiful mouth of yours."

I giggled, responding, "Yeah, I didn't know I was capable of talking like such a slut! It's been quite a day, though...."

He laughed, and I quickly got dressed and made my way out of his house and back to mine. As I drifted off to sleep a few minutes later, there was just one thought left in my head: what a senior year this was going to be!



Happy Birthday Eva



Sarah and I arrived at the party almost an hour late, getting a little lost in the neighborhood. I was pretty sure it would be a sex party, given all the wonderful stories in Selina's blog, and also given that we were asked to bring an inflatable bed, just in case it was needed, but Sarah's attitude was to not get my hopes up too high. (Afterwards, Selina noted: Sarah is obviously new to my world - not a sex party? What was she thinking?)

We had brought a fruit tart, a birthday cake which had "Happy Birthday Eva" written on top, and two bottles of wine. When we got there, Selina was busily setting up the food wearing a short dress that showed her ass cheeks every time she bent over even a little, Don was cutting up mangoes, Martin was downstairs doing the laundry, and the birthday girl Eva was helping set up, wearing frilly pink lingerie along with the cutest black knee sox with pink crossbones up the back.

After hanging out for a while, I remarked that I wished Sarah had a short skirt like Selina was wearing. Selina said that she had lots of fun clothes for all of us. Selina took Sarah into the bedroom where she helped Sarah change into a short Catholic schoolgirl skirt with a sleeveless top and a tie. So much the better to flash her hairless pussy! Eva and Selina asked whether Don and I would be willing to dress up, and we both said "sure." It wasn't really my thing - I'd rather be naked - but I was willing to try it. We let Eva and Selina guide us, and I was dressed in a corset and a thong so small that my balls kept sticking out, while Don wound up in a black lacy combination garter-belt and stockings.

Our gathering continued for a while as a normal (if cross-dressed) party, eating the yummy food, drinking the wine, listening to music and watching glam videos, until Peter and Adrianna arrived. They both appreciated our outfits. Peter immediately got naked (no surprise there) and Adrianna exclaimed her delight to find herself at a sexy underwear party, and stripped down to her sexy bra and panties, which she had chosen for the day.

With Peter and Adrianna at the party, the energy level changed. We all went to the bedroom to get Peter a sexy outfit. It was weird seeing Peter dressed, since his thing is to be naked as much as possible! Sarah switched into a red frilly teddy, and I put on her skirt, which became a kilt for me. Eva put on a strap-on. 

Around this time, our wonderful host, Selina, started to feel sick, and had to lie down on a bed which had been placed in the living room. She thought it was because she had two drinks without eating, but it turned out to be some kind of bug, and she pretty much missed the rest of the party. Sometimes she was around, participating a bit, but more often asleep with everything going on around her. Because of this, I wrote this blog entry on her behalf. 

We all went back to the living room, where the touching started. People were forming and re-forming into groups of 2-4 people sharing sensuous touch. Eva put on a the strap on, and Martin kneeled down and asked if he could suck her cock. She said yes, and he started sucking it, getting direction from her and Peter. Then the party transitioned to "real" sex, with Adrianna and Eva playing with Peter's beautiful cock. Then Adrianna was standing on a chair, lifting her leg over Peter's shoulder so he could lick her pussy.

Selina, who was still with us, reached a languid hand up to play with my cock, first through my kilt, and then under it - she said she liked the effect on the kilt. I liked the effect on me! On the other side of the room, Adrianna, Martin, and Peter had made a circle around Eva and were caressing her. Then Sarah and Don were touching each other, and I joined them. I removed Sarah's teddy so I could have full access to her beautiful hairless pussy. It was difficult to keep track of who was doing what to whom.

Adrianna and Peter went over to the couch and started fucking. I took Sarah to the smaller couch and started eating her. Martin asked to eat her pussy, and proceeded to do so. Watching him eat her pussy got me turned on, so after a few minutes, he stepped aside so I could fuck Sarah, which wasn't easy on that little couch! We got into a rhythm, and got some attention from the crowd, but the position was too hard on my back to keep going for more than a few minutes.

Sarah moved to the other couch, and Peter sat down next to her. Sarah started playing with his cock, and giving it the occasional lick. I knelt on the floor in front of him and started licking him. I asked him for some tips on blowjob technique, and he said I was great, but that I should use just my mouth, and not hold his cock with my hand. I asked whether that was so he could see his cock thrusting into my mouth, and he said that was right. I told him I'm the same way! Sarah didn't mind me taking Peter's attention, because Adrianna had come over and started making out with her.

Then we switched. Sarah and I sat on the couch, kissing, with Peter and Adrianna on the floor in front of us, him sucking my cock, her eating Sarah's pussy. We must have been quite a sight!

After a couple of minutes Peter moved on, but Sarah was busy getting her pussy eaten by Adrianna, so I got up and asked Eva whether she was interested in my previous offer of a birthday pussy shave (I'm a big fan of hairlessness, and have removed all of my pubic hair via electrolysis). She said yes, so we took the supplies that Martin provided and went into the bedroom. I sat her on the towel on the edge of the bed, with her legs spread wide. She had a thick black bush, trimmed to about a half-inch long. I didn't have a beard trimmer (note to self: bring shaving supplies to all sex parties), and I didn't want to use the kitchen scissors, so I started with the razor. Eva was very concerned about being cut. I assured her that I had done this before, and my technique, when I got to her labia, would be to shield her clit and inner lips with one hand while shaving with the other hand. The shaving was tough since her hair was so long, but I made steady progress. The hardest part was that Eva was extremely ticklish whenever I got close to the crease of her legs. As I was working, the entire crowd came in to watch. People were telling bad jokes to distract her from the ticklish spots.

When I finally finished shaving her pussy, and she was washed off with a towel, her pussy was laid bare, and you could see her inner lips, long, curvy and convoluted, and her clit piercing. I was caressing her entire vulva, and I asked whether I could eat her. She said yes, so I dived in. While I was licking her, the other people on the bed were caressing her breasts, arms, face and hair. I ate her cunt for a while, and then gave Martin a turn. Then I asked Eva if she would like to use the dildo from the strap-on. I put a condom on it, and lots of lube, and handed it to her. She inserted it slowly into her vagina. 

While Eva fucked herself, I was resting from my labors, so Sarah took the opportunity to stick her right foot in my face. I started licking her toes. Eva was watching me, and said that it was really hot. I was excited to realize that Sarah was into foot play! Sarah really does it because it turns me on so much, but I could see that Eva would like it. By the time I finished with Sarah's foot, Peter was moving the dildo slowly into and out of Eva's pussy, who started rubbing her clit. I peeled the black knee sock with the pink crossbones at the back off Eva's left foot, placed her foot into my mouth, and started licking. I licked every toe, and between the toes. Eva has a pretty little foot, with short nails and no polish, just the way I like it! After her foot was nice and wet, I removed it from my mouth, and thrust my penis through the space between her big toe and the next toe. After a little of this, I put her foot back in my mouth and licked all over. While this was going on, everyone was caressing Eva. Peter was thrusting the dildo into her, and she was playing with her clit, and she came! As she was coming down, I felt compelled to initiate a round of "Happy Birthday"!

Eva got up from the bed, but I was still turned on from the foot play and the entire scene, so I reached for Sarah and got on top of her and started fucking her. We went for a few minutes, and then I asked her to get on top. Everyone was in the room watching us, with a few helping hands, but I couldn't tell who was doing what. Martin remarked about my cock going into her beautiful pussy. Peter knew what to expect next from his adventures with me and Sarah. I came inside her with a loud scream, and when I returned to reality, everyone was applauding. What a wonderful ending for exhibitionists like us!

Later, in the living room, we finally ate the desserts, and I told Selina (who was now awake, but had missed all of the fun) that she throws the best parties. I hope to be invited to more of them!



Happy Birthday, Gary



This is not necessarily a "spin off" episode alone from "A girl's fairytale dream come true"

It has some of the characters in it, not the main ones but instead it is their best friends.

This story was brought about by someone's request. They wanted me to use certain things then put it in a story. That person is "Walter".

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Kari and Gary have been married now for little more then 20 years with two children one a girl and one a boy. They have been living the lifestyle for 19 years now. Kari is a very obedient, loving, submissive wife. She would even go weeks without needing discipline. 

They have a very good relationship based on trust, respect, honesty, openness and love. Gary doesn't require much of the "structure" you may hear from those in some of the BDSM lifestyle especially those that are new to it. Kari knows her place and keeps it naturally and on the occasion that she doesn't Gary most certainly puts her in her place.

Though Kari does many things to please Gary physically He is the one in control and stays "Top" at all times with the exception of a few occasions when she has been very good and asked to "have control" but in the bedroom only.

He has two rules for when this happens. 

1. Do not slap, hit or try to humiliate him

2. Don't forget her place, that even in the "having control" for the moment He is still in control

Her taking control by asking has only happened on a handful of times in all the years they have been married. She asked that he start a new tradition a year ago and that is that for his birthday let her without asking plan and be the one "in control."

He agreed and smiled knowing she is a good woman and would be doing many things to please him. She has a very bright imaginative mind. 

This year he was going to be 50 years old. She would have the typical birthday cake with the kids, Trish, Chris and all the guys at the shop but the real fun would happen after they got home.

She only had one day to plan and prepare for the big night. She wanted this to be a birthday he would never forget. She was going to tread waters she had never before.

Gary's favorite color is red and though she is 40 she still is a young and vibrant woman. She is in very good shape. She went and bought a tight fitting silk, spandex dress that was cut down the front nearly to her bellybutton and clinging to her well rounded breast was all that kept it on her in the front.

It followed the curves down her sides, and then clung to her hips and thighs. Its length was barely down her thighs. If she bent over just right she would reveal her silk red thong.

It has half sleeves that cling to her as the rest of the dress but it barely hangs off her shoulders. She wore her collar and leather red pumps.

Before getting showered and dressed she prepared his dinner and dessert. It was his favorite. Spaghetti, meatballs, Italian sausage, Garlic bread and cheesecake. Of course Ice cold teas as well. 

She had prepared other things in the back of the house but at this time they were sitting down to eat. He watched her every move. Every morsel of food she place in her mouth. The way the fork slid out of her mouth going for the next bite.

Though he was enjoying his food the sight before him was getting him more and more aroused. She was talking and it wasn't as though he wasn't listening but he couldn't help but notice every curve of her breast and her neck line. The way the dress just clung to her. Hoping she would move a certain way, reaching for something and giving him just a peak at those beautiful pert breast of hers.

He placed his fork in his place giving her the signal he is now finished she can clear the plates. She stood up and with a smile and went to clear hers and his side of the table with the dinner dishes.

She took a small kitchen cloth and began wiping the table and he reached over and ran his hand across her rounded bottom and caressed the back of her thighs.

She leaned in and gave him only a peck kiss and a smile then walked back to the refrigerator to get desert. He knew she was going to be the one in control tonight but he has a few plans of his own right now.

When she walked back to the table with his desert plate he took it instead of allowing her to set it down. He put it off to the side and placed both his hands on her hips and stood up in front of her.

He ran his hands up and down her body and began kissing her neck and nibbling on the small amount of shoulder that is revealed. He nibbled on her ear and began kissing her cheeks, one then the other. She moaned under the pleasure of his touch.

He put his hands on her butt and began slipping her dress up and felt her bare bottom and yanked on the thong so that it pulled it in tighter.

She moaned and gripped his shoulders. "Ohh Master"

He placed his hands on her butt and gripped it and lifted her to the table. She opened her legs enough to let him stand between them. They both began kissing and caressing each other.

He gently pushed her back onto the table as he licked down the center of her cleavage. Just as she was lying completely on the table he pulled on the dress opening and revealed both of her breasts. He reached up and squeezed both of them and kneading them in his hands. 

Her nipples were hard from the moment the kissing started. He ran the palms of his hands over her hard nipples then began pinching them. She was moaning and arching her back wanting more.

He reached down and pushed her dress completely up revealing her soaked thong.

"So my girl likes this..."

"Yes Master, very much"

He reached down and ran his fingers along the outside of her thong but up the middle of her lips. She tried pushing herself to his hands and he moved his hands.

"I think I will wait on that, my girl"

"I love it when you touch me Master"

"You do huh?"

"Oh Yes Master, please touch me...."

He leaned down and was sucking and kissing on her thighs. She just moaned and wiggled on the table trying to lift to him.

He pushed her back on the table and placed both legs bent knee up on the table in her pumps. Then he braced her thighs in his hands and pushed them open. He rubbed her clit and the thong was soaked. The material rubbing it just added to the affect of wanting more.

Gary reached over and grabbed the knife to be used for the cheese cake and gently cut each side of her thong. When she felt the breeze of the air hit her she moaned out.

"Ohh Master please touch me, lick me, shove a finger in but please do something. I need you, I'm so hot."

"MMMmmmm I like to hear my girl beg, you'll take anything huh?"

"Yes Master...anything"

Gary reached over and stuck his hand in his glass and grabbed a piece of ice and rammed it inside of her. "How's that my girl?"

"Ohh Master it is so cold, give me more... shove your fingers in me... pump them fast"

"My girl is a horny little thing aren't you?"

She was wiggling and took her legs down to wrap around his waist to pull him close.

He popped the back of her thigh. "I didn't tell you to move"

He places both her feet on the table and dropped her thighs open.

"Sorry Master"

He ran his fingers up and down her folds and she squirmed under his touch. She was still on the table but her feet were on her tippy toes and she was moaning very loud.

"Master, please pleeeaase ram your fingers inside of me... please"

He took his thumb and rubbed it on her clit then slipped two fingers in fast and deep.

He had to put his free hand on her pelvic to keep her on the table. He pumped both fingers in and out and rubbed and pressed on her clit at the same time.

She began pinching and pulling on her nipples and moaning and rocking to his hand.

"That's my girl, do you want to cum?"

"OhhmmMm Yes Master pleeaase, please"

She was trying to pivot her hips to his hand, pushing harder and harder.

He pulled his fingers out and hand away. She gasped really loud and grunted...

"Ohh Master no.. please.. I need you inside of me.. I want to cum for you"

He reached in the glass again and ran the ice over her clit this time before shoving it inside of her. The ice felt as wonderful this time as it did before was seemed to be melting faster. 

He sat down in the chair between her legs and pulled closer. 

"MMMM now this is my kind of dessert." 

He dropped her legs fully apart then placed his fingers on her and opened her and leaned in to begin licking her. First he only teased her by flicking his tongue around her clit and sucking on her lips. 

"Ohh God Master please I can't take it anymore, consume me, rub your face all over me and stick your tongue in me, let me cum all over your face!"

He moaned as she talked to him telling him what she wanted and he just licked and sucked and darted his tongue inside of her. He pushed his face in her folds and rubbed his face side to side and sucked and licked her all over.

She was wiggling all over, lifting up and wanting to cum so bad. She was moaning and whimpering, begging to cum.

He had gotten so hot he couldn't tease her any longer he wanted her to explode in his mouth he wanted to taste all of her sweetness.

He held her open as far as he could, her clit was swollen and standing out, he targeted it and lapped and licked it. He circled it and sucked it. As he began to nibble then lick it again she felt the wave begin to flow over her and she grunted and yelled out really loud as she cum all over his face.

He didn't stop, he kept licking but slowed the pace. He went down far enough to lick and suck up all her juices.

She lay back on the table breathing hard and panting. She started to close her legs together but he kept his hands on her thighs keeping her from moving. 

"Feel good my girl?"

"Ohh Yes Master very good, very, very good"

He took her feet down and then grabbed her hand and gently helped her up. The table seemed cold to her naked hot skin as she sat up.

He leaned in and began kissing her and she could taste her juices all over and in his mouth.

They both moaned softly as they embraced and consumed each others breath in the kiss.

Gary broke the kiss but still holding her close.

"Thank You for the dinner and especially the dessert my love, I enjoyed them very much. Now you may resume whatever you had planned."

He helped her off the table and she was going to adjust her dress when he said, "No lets take that off"

She slipped the dress down her shoulders and completely off and picked it up and put it on the chair. She was standing only in her collar and red leather pumps.

Keep the rest on he stated. 

She walked over to the kitchen drawer where she had a silk scarf hidden and brought it back to where he was sitting. Each step she could feel her wetness dripping and the friction between her legs because of her clit being so swollen.

She walked behind him and gently placed the blind fold across his eyes. She whispered in his ear, "I love you Master, though we are reversing this role for a small time, I do this only to be allowed the opportunity to please you. I could never forget you are my Master. Please accept this time as a gift to you"

He reached his hand up to touch hers as she's finishing tying the blindfold. He brings her hand to his mouth and he kissed it. "I love you too my girl, I look forward to this time."

Knowing she is still naked he gently pulled her hand he had in his and brought her around to in front of him and sat her on his lap and even though he couldn't "see" he still knew how to feel. 

He caressed her all over, tweaking and pinching her nipples, running his hand down her back to her butt...

"Mmmm I better let you get started or I will be finishing this evening my way."

She giggled and got off his lap.

She took him by the hand and guided him to their room. She had the room decorated with scented candles burning, a sheet spread out with pillows on it, a towel with a various amount of toys and lubricants.

As they walked in the room he said, "Smells very nice my girl"

"Thank You Master, it is cinnamon just the way you like it"

She stopped him right close to their bed not far from where the sheet and other things are and began undressing him.

First she unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his chest after each buttoned revealed a little more of his chest.

She loves the spot everyone calls the goody trail. That spot right below the belly button. Even for 50 he is very fit and very handsome.

She got on her knees after slipping the shirt off his shoulders and laying it on the bed. 

She was kneeled right in front of him and began unbuckling his belt, button and zipper to his trousers. She licked His goody trail and they both softly moaned.

She slipped his trousers off and he lifted each foot to step out of them as she touched the foot needed.

Now all he has on is his boxers. There is no denying he is also carrying a very nice stiffness in them boxers.

She rubbed her face all across the front of his boxers and hummed and moaned. She ran her hands behind him and grabbed his butt pulling him closer to her face.

She bent down enough to hum right at his ball sack and he moved only slightly and moaned and reached for her head and stroked her hair.

She started tugging at the bottom of his boxers gently and without stretching them to free him she just kept pulling then in a moment he sprung loose and bobbed a few times in her face.

As he stroked her hair she lifted one hand and began to stroke his hardened shaft and licked the head several times. 

She could see and taste the precum from the head.

"Ohhmmm Master seems you have some wetness yourself"

"Yes my girl, now why don't you take all of me into your mouth and I will give you a lot more," he groaned.

"In time my sweet tasting Master in time"

She stood up and began rubbing her body close to his walking around him. He could feel her erect nipples as they touched his skin.

She caressed and rubbed his body and then took him by one hand and led him to the place on the floor.

"Kneel down please Master"

He knelt and he could feel there was a sheet or some sort of material under him.

"Now lay all the way down on your belly please Master, there is a pillow for your head"

As he got comfortable she grabbed some warming oil. It's as liquidly as baby oil only makes the body feel wonderful during and after a massage as it warms slightly. 

She began pouring the oil on her hands and caressing and massaging his body. She did this in a unique way though not with just her hands but with her whole body.

She massaged his shoulders with her hands and his arms and legs but then she began to ride his legs one then the other and ran oil down his crack.

She rubbed the oil all over her chest and laid on him and slowly moved her body up and down his.

He moaned and moaned.

"This feels wonderful my girl"

"Thank you Master"

She gently pulled him at his hips to lift them off the sheet.

"Could you get on your knees for me please Master, you can keep your head on the pillow"

"Sure lil one"

While he got on his knees she was reaching for the new toy she purchased today. It is a double sided strap on with cit vibrator. 

She had never done anything like this before but had always wanted to. They have discussed it before but never acted on it so she is hoping it will be accepted well. 

She was careful to select a small dildo for the one that will be inserted in him however she was generous for her because this is such a turn on!

She placed the straps on then slowly inserted the large but comfortable dildo inside of her and pressed really hard. Then sliding it in and out several times.

Without realizing it she began to moan slightly. 

He heard her and asked, "My girl wouldn't be doing things she isn't suppose to be is she?"

"Ohh no Sir just getting ready for your next surprise, though I do get some enjoyment out of it as well"

After properly fitting the harness on and having his smaller dildo in place she began slicking him down really good again. 

"Could you spread your legs for me Master, just a little bit"

He spread his legs and she greased his crack and began stroking him.

"Hmmmm now that's more like it, he stated"

"Feel good Master?"

"Yes my girl it does, I also love this new oil. I like the way it heats up slightly"

"It was something Trish told me about actually, she thought we may like it so I bought some for your special day"

"I will have to thank her later"

They smiled.

As she stroked him she got closer with the strap on.

"Master, if I do something that is wrong please just tell me and I will stop right away"

"There is no doubt in that my lil one"

She began getting even closer, as she thought of it she was a little worried of his reaction but continued.

She ran her greased hand between his crack one more time then spread hi cheeks with one hand and guided the dildo with the other. 

Just before she got to his entrance she turned the vibrator on, he as well as her will feel this.

He heard a nearly silent buzz.

"Ohmm lil one, take care you only have this privilege once a year where I have it everyday."

"Yes Sir"

She felt she was given permission but was being told the door is open now and turn about is fair play and he will have every other day to reciprocate anything she does be it good or bad this evening.

She slowly touched his entrance with the head of the vibrating dildo and he moaned. She pushed on the end that is more against her and pressed on her clit and moaned as well.

"This is ok Master"

"Yes lil one, and keep stroking me"

"Yes Master"

She reached down and began stroking him right after she slipped more then the head inside of him. At first it was a bit much for him and he grabbed the pillow but it was not bad just intense.

She slipped in a little more and as she got further in he could feel the vibrating more and she could reach to stroke him more.

It wasn't long she was stroking them both with the harness and her free hand stroking his very hard shaft.

"Ohhh God little one," Gary grunted

"Yes I know Master. I know..."

Both of their breathing was becoming erratic and the stroking was an even pace. She could feel the veins beginning to swell in his shaft and knew his time was coming and the vibration on he clit nearly had her when she turned it on but wanted this to be his moment. 

She stroked and stroked and stroked not stopping and within a few moments she heard her Master scream in pleasure like never before.

She slowed her pace and sunk deep within him as he exploded. 

He squirted cum all over the sheets beneath them. 

As she pressed against him the dildo sank deeper in her and the vibrator tipped her over and she cum with him.

She waited for him to calm before moving and before he completely settled she began withdrawing.

Once he was freed from her intrusion he collapsed on the sheets laying all in his warm wetness.

As he laid there he groaned and moaned and gasped trying to recuperate a little. 

She began removing the harness and then lay beside him.

As she kissed him she removed his blindfold. When he first looked at her she smiled "Happy Birthday Master"

"MMmmmm thank you little one but this isn't over"

She giggled

"Where is this new weapon you just assaulted me with," he smiled

She got up and showed him.

"Ahh I see why you were moaning, lay on your back."

"Master?"

"On your back little one, turn about is fair play"

"Ohh but Master..."

"Do I need the paddle as well?"

"No Sir"

She laid on her back.

He slid the pumps off and raised her legs high in the air. She was wide open to him. He was getting aroused just watching her squirm wondering what he is going to do.




Happy Birthday, Gary



He removed his smaller one and hers he lubed as well as himself with the warming oil. 

He lined up his now again hardened shaft to her back entrance and her toy back at the front. She's fixing to get filled all at once.

Carefully he slipped both in at the same time and she screeched out in pain and pleasure.

"Put your hands behind your legs and keep them up little one and do not move"

"Ohhmm ohh ahhh Yesss Master"

He slipped both in and out of her. He buried himself deep in her rear entrance and pushed and pushed as he pumped her new toy inside of her.

"Ohhh Master, Ohhhmmm I nneeeed ahhh ohhh"

"Its ok my girl, give it to me, cum for me."

The tightness was unbelievable in her rear entrance as she began to cum and he could not hold it as well and exploded all in her back end.

He stroked her a few more times then withdrew and allowed her to lower her legs.

He dropped the strap on beside them and lay beside her and held her as her waves of pleasure still swept over her.

He kissed her neck and moved her hair and caressed her and told her how wonderful she is.

"You have pleased me very much my girl, I'm sorry if I took over your plans"

"Ohh No Sir I was only going to feed you fruit after all this and a shower, we can still do that"

He kissed her then they both smiled.

"That sounds very nice; I would like that very much"

After snuggling they got up and showered and she cleaned the mess in the floor then they snuggled on the sofa and ate fresh fruit she prepared.

The End



Happy Birthday Gunter



Fi paced back and forth in the living room, looking out through the large picture window every time she circled near it, watching for car headlights to make the turn into her driveway. She only had one hour before he finally walked through the door, and everything needed to be perfect.

The two months she had spent without Gunter was almost too much to bear. Days dragged by as winter took hold of New England. Fi had been totally miserable without him. The warmth of his body on hers, his thick, hard cock that once was hammering into her so often, had not been, and Fi had felt like a part of her own body was missing from inside her.

She started to feel waves of desire rippling up from between her thighs. She crouched down to the floor with a sort of half moaning, half growling sound as if to help release some of the sexual tension that was already building up inside her.

She stood back up and walked out into the mudroom to take a final look around the entry.

A warm heat came from the wood stove, and though she had a good fire already started, Fi tossed one more log in to keep the front of the house warm for the rest of the evening. Coats were taken down from the coat rack and in their place were hanging various whips and crops, some feathery, some made of leather and one even made of a small balled chain. Also hanging on one of the hooks was a length of rope. Fi reached out and traced the rope with her fingers. She knew that she would be wearing nothing but that rope tonight for the fantasy that she and Gunter both wanted to experience. 

Goosebumps grew all over her at the thought of being tied, not being able to move. Her heart raced with the images that came to mind. She felt the wetness that gathered between her thighs. Fi shook her head trying to dismiss all of the thoughts bombarding her.

As Fi started to walk into the kitchen, she heard a knock at the door. She stepped down into the mudroom again and looked out of the little side window and started to smile as she opened the door.

Julie was standing on the porch in a stylish trench coat with her camera bag slung over her shoulder. Not waiting to be invited in, Julie walked right past Fi and set her camera bag down next to the door. "Nice toys," she said looking at the hooks on the wall. "Where do you want me to hang up my coat?"

"Here, just give it to me. I'll put it in the other room," Fi said, as she reached out for Julie's coat.

Julie, was for all intents and purposes, the "sex-itary" of Fi and Gunter. Whatever the couple schemed up in their dreams and fantasies, Julie was the one who made it happen, through her connections, through internet prowling, whatever it took. Julie is also a fabulous photographer, and Fi and Gunter love to be captured on film equally as much as they love being watched. Once upon a time Julie was a toy for Gunter, but had since found herself her own dream man, a retired oil executive from Houston. No sex, but all the money she could ever wish for. Perhaps that's why she took her duties for Fi and Gunter so seriously. Sex.

"You said to dress accordingly," Julie said loud enough so that Fi could hear her from the other room. "It's starting to snow and I'm not wearing boots."

"Well, it's not supposed to amount to much, Julie," Fi said as she walked back into the mudroom. 

Julie was checking herself out in the mirror. She was wearing a body-hugging, little black dress that showed just the right amount of cleavage, and if she bent over, the slit between her legs would probably be able to be seen. The black seams of her nylons were perfectly straight and disappeared into the black stilettos she wore. She was tucking up some strands of her gold colored hair that had escaped from her french twist. Fi reached out and untucked the strands again. "Let them go," Fi smiled. "It looks sexier that way!"

Julie looked Fi up and down and grimaced at her and what she was wearing, which was a faded blue, old bathrobe that was way too big for her and falling off one of her shoulders in a sort of sexy, pee-a-boo way. The sleeves of the robe hung way past her fingertips. Fi's long, chestnut colored hair cascaded down her back in waves and curls.

"No fuzzy wabbit slippers?" Julie joked.

"Ha ha." Fi rolled her eyes and motioned for Julie to follow.

Julie picked up her camera bag and followed Fi through the kitchen and into the dining room.

"Ok, Julie," Fi started to explain, "This is where the action will start." Fi extended her arm out toward the dining room table, slowly presenting the table like a convention model showing off a new car. "You can set your cameras and laptop wherever you think will be best. I'll leave that up to you." 

Fi squinted her eyes at Julie and looked her up and down. "Gunter will make you take your clothes off, you know."

"He can unwrap me like a present!" Julie said smiling.

Fi shook her head and silently chuckled at the comment and let Julie busy herself setting up the tripod with the video recorder, her camera and the laptop, in case Gunter decides they should have a camming session on the adult website they frequent.

Fi looked around the room one last time. The tall prayer candles on the dining room table caught her eye, and she reached into her robe pocket for the pack of matches she had put in there to light them in the first place, but had forgotten all about them until now. Fi knew that those candles were made with low temperature wax, and really fun to drizzle on the skin. She had bought one of each color, and she smiled thinking about the rainbow of colors that would soon be all over her skin. She ripped one of the matches from the book and struck it on the back of the pack and began to light each candle.

Just then there was a knock at the door and Fi snapped back to reality.

Fi opened the door and saw Sue standing there. Sue's beautiful, blue eyes lit up when she saw Fi. Fi gave Sue a huge hug and kiss, and then stood back to admire her. "It's been too long, Sue," Fi said softly as she brushed her fingers across Sue's round cheek, catching some strands of her long, straight hair and tucking them behind her ear. Fi took Sue's hand and showed her into the house. 

Julie was the one who had found Sue for Fi and Gunter to play with through an online website. Sue had advertised that she wanted to please a local couple. Julie knew Gunter's stamina, and also knew Fi was bi-sexual so Julie thought that Sue would be perfect for the two of them to play with.

"Do you want a glass of wine?" Fi asked, turning around with a wine glass in one hand. Sue smiled and nodded. "Yes please!" Julie said loudly from the other room. Fi had already opened the bottle of red wine a little earlier in the evening and had poured herself a glass, though, until now hadn't touched it. 

"Ok! Wine for all!" Fi said, grabbing another glass, and looked at Sue smiling and rolling her eyes.

Fi set the bottle of wine and the two glasses on the island in the kitchen, where Sue was standing next to.

Sue poured herself some wine from the bottle into her glass. "Debauchery?" she said between her soft laughter.

"Oh! The wine?" Fi laughed as she held up the wine bottle, examining the label. She set it back down gently on the island with a faraway look in her eyes and a devilish grin growing on her face. "Gunter and I picked that up when we went to New Hampshire a few months ago," she explained.

Fi found her untouched wine glass and took a few sips as she started at Sue.

Staring was fairly new addiction to Fi, and actually, until she had met Gunter, eye contact was very difficult for her. She would get embarrassed, especially when men stared at her, undressing her with their eyes. Now Fi is the first one to cast stares. Hungrily. Right into the eyes of acquaintances and strangers alike, trying to pierce into their soul. Fi found it thrilling, especially staring at strange men and would do so at every opportunity she had, perhaps trying to make up for years of looking the other way. The more she stared, the more they stared back at her, and her whole body filled with electric energy of want and delight. It was almost a sexual feeling for her, even if it was staring at some man as she walked passed him, taking a little bit of their energy, and feeling a little lustful. Gunter is still the only one that can and does make her cast her eyes downward quickly with his powerful stare.

Fi told Sue that she could change out of her clothes in the upstairs bathroom. She leaned in and gave Sue another long kiss, pressing open Sue's lips with her tongue, and explored all of the warmth of her mouth. Fi stood back and smiled as she watched Sue walk away, up over the stairs.

Fi looked at the clock on the stove. "Oh God," Fi said as her heart started to race again. "He'll be here any minute!!"

Fi ran upstairs and took the robe off and slung it into the bathroom where Sue was still getting undressed. Sue stood up fast, not knowing what was happening at first, then seeing Fi as she slung her robe in the room, laughed hard as she watched the robe fly into the bathtub. 

Fi sucked in a deep breath and walked back downstairs into the dining room and climbed onto the table and stretched her body out in the sexiest way she knew how. 

Julie was standing in the dining room. She held up her video camera and turned it on, focusing in on Fi.

Sue walked naked, slowly behind Fi, and sat in the head chair, close to Fi's head. She leaned down and gave Fi a long, passionate, wet kiss. Fi's arms stretched back to hold Sue's head. All the while Julie was taping the whole scene, a silent ghost that nobody paid any attention to.

The noise of the garage door going up, and then rolling back down told everyone Gunter was finally here.

Fi heard the clicking of Julie's high heels on the hardwood floor, walking toward the door. Her heart raced with anticipation as she heard the back door open. 

"Happy birthday, Sexy!" Julie greeted, holding her camera practically in his face.

One side of Gunter's lips turned up in a sort of half smile as he took off his coat. He went to hang his coat up and noticed the ropes and feathery whips hanging. He let his coat fall to the floor as he looked at Julie again and asked, "What's going on here?"

She turned away from him with her camera still rolling and walked toward the dining room with an exaggerated swing on her ass and said, "Ask Fiona."

Gunter followed her.

Julie slipped invisibly into a nearby corner of the room and continued taping.

Gunter walked very slowly up to the table.

Sue was smiling and looking down at Fi, softly stroking her long hair with one of her hands, the other was cupped over Fi's small breast, a nipple in between two of her fingers. Sue slowly looked up at Gunter, hoping for his smile of approval, and softly said, "Happy birthday, Gunter!" But Gunter never took his eyes off of Fi, who was laying on the dining room table motionless.

Gunter slowly reached out his hand and touched his fingers very gently on the side of Fi's face, then slowly glided them down across her neck, following her collar bone, to her shoulder and continuing down her arm to her fingertips. Though his hands were still cold from driving and being outside, his touch, to Fi, felt warm and intensely electrifying. 

Fi, breathless from kissing Sue and feeling the passion and heat from Gunter's touch managed to whisper "Happy birthday, my love," as she smiled and slowly lifted her eyelids up to his face.

Gunter was still entranced with Fi's body laying there before him. Fi watched him as he slowly walked around the table, smiling and tracing her body with his finger tips. He stopped on the other side of the table and slowly bent over and gently kissed her forehead. "Thank you," he whispered in her ear.

"Julie. Bring me the ropes." Gunter said in a very deep, soft voice, as he straightened himself, staring into Fi's eyes and standing tall over her.



Happy Birthday Gunter Ch. 02



Julie turned off her video camera and set it down on the floor in the corner where she was standing. She walked to the mud room to get the ropes that were hanging from the coat rack, as she was told to do. The click of her high heels matching the pace of Fi's heart. Fast.

Fi looked up and saw that Sue was still sitting behind her. She once again looked down at Fi, her soft hands start to smooth Fi's hair. 

It's taking every ounce of Fi's being not to jump off the table and jump into Gunter's arms. Fi had waited two months for him and now she has to bear with him once more as he continues where Fi left off on this birthday fantasy. She created the room and put out all the props. The rest was up to Gunter and what he wanted to do this evening.

Fi looked toward Gunter who was standing with his back to Fi, whispering something to Julie and undoing the wrapped cords of rope. Fi studied him, the way his clothes moved with his body, the way his pants hung from his hips, the sight was too much for Fi and she shut her eyes, as if doing that would help her wanting for him. It doesn't and she lets out a small moan.

Sue bent down and kissed Fi's forehead very gently, hoping to help ease away some of her desire, but it only made things worse. Fi reached up and grabbed Sue for a long, wet, passionate kiss.

As Gunter walked back over to the table towards the two, he stopped briefly to watch the way Fi moved her body, arching her back and moaning for something she just can't have right now. He bends over quietly and places the rope carefully at Sue's feet.

"Stand up," Gunter says calmly, as he gently takes Sue's arm for her balance.

Sue stood up and wiped the remains of moisture from the kiss delicately off of her bottom lip with her index finger. She reached down with her free hand to cup Fi's cheek sweetly as they stare at each other once more before Fi cannot see her from where she's laying. Neither of the women quite know what's going through Gunter's mind or what's going to happen next.

Once more Fi feels Gunter's hand on her. His hand feels charged with electricity and she can feel the passion welling up in him. His touch felt just a little more firm and greedy, rubbing slowly up her arm first, then crossing her shoulder and back down over her breast. He pinches Fi's nipple slightly and Fi let a small moan escape from her. Gunter keeps his eyes on Fi, looking down at her with a look of amazement and wonder.

"Thank you for this wonderful birthday present, Fiona," Gunter says in a deep whisper, "but I want your lust," he finishes, almost sounding like he's explaining a sort of disappointment. He takes Fi's arm and props her to sitting.

"Off." Gunter orders quietly.

Fi scoots herself around to the edge of the table and slinks off as sexy as she can manage. She's glad the table is supporting some of her weight still because standing in front of Gunter makes her swoon. Fi looked up at Gunter and gave him a little pout. She reaches out her arms to wrap around Gunter but he catches her shoulders, as if stopping her. As his fingers tenderly brush down her arms, Fi tucks in her elbows so her forearms hide her naked breasts from Gunter in a demure sort of way. Fi smiles and looks into Gunter's dark eyes. They penetrate right into her as goosebumps raise all over her body and she let's out another moan. His hands are now around both of Fi's wrists and with that, he leads her to where Sue was sitting.

"Sit." Gunter orders quietly.

Fi flopped herself in the head chair. It's still warm from when Sue was sitting in it.

Gunter leaned down to pick up the rope he had laid on the floor. "You seem very, very greedy tonight, Fiona," Gunter says lowly. Fi looks down at the length of rope in his hand. "Tell me exactly," he continues, playing with the rope with his fingers so that Fi can see, "what is it that you are wanting so badly for right this moment?" 

"You," Fi said hoarsely, then clearing her throat, continued. "I want you, Gunter. It's been so long!"

Gunter smiled wickedly at Fi and gave her a wink. "Oh, you'll have me, Fiona, but not yet."

Slowly, Gunter starts to wrap the rope around Fi's right ankle, then her left. Weaving the rope around and around, then slowly around her torso, being careful not to capture her small breasts. He ties a knot firmly behind the chair. Fi can move her forearms up and down, but that's about it, she finds as she tests out Gunter's ropes.

Gunter stands back and smiles broadly at his handiwork. He reached out and slipped two fingers in between the rope and Fi's upper arm and gives the rope a slight tug. "Is it too tight?" He asks.

Fi shook her head, "No."

Gunter got down on his knees and reached out to gently take Fi's chin in his hand. He bent in close to Fi and brushed his lips to hers. He placed his forehead against hers, both now, breathing hard. Gunter lifted his hands and entwined his fingers through Fi's hair at both sides of her head. He kissed her again, this time his tongue pushing through her lips and darting inside her mouth. The touch of his tongue on hers felt like wet fire, as he teased her with his tongue. Fi let out a loud moan and tried to arch forward so that she could touch Gunter with her body but she couldn't move. The best she can do is reach half up with her arm and grab at the cloth of his shirt near his elbow, which she did, holding the cloth firmly in her grip. He moved across her jaw with small nibbles until he reached her ear. Gunter took her earlobe between his teeth and gave it a playful tug.

"You. Are. Intoxicating." Gunter whispered in her ear as he stood up.

He extended his arm out toward Sue, who tentatively puts her hand in his.

Julie had come around closer to the table and snapped a few close-ups of Fi and her ropes. Fi casts a smile at Julie and stuck her tongue out at her, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

Julie squatted down on the floor to be at eye level with Fi and snapped a picture, then looked into the camera for the proof. Julie stood back up and smiled. "That's one for the books!" She said pleased with herself and walked back to the corner of the room.



Happy Birthday Gunter Ch. 03



Gunter lead Sue back to the table.

"I want you on here." He told Sue, smiling and patting the table.

Sue isn't quite as graceful as Fi, her body not being as thin and flexible, and she boosts herself up on the table, her plentiful breast bouncing as she jumped up. She swung her legs around so that her feet were facing Fi. 

Sue leaned back on her elbows. 

Gunter shook his head slowly in disapproval. "Scootch up here," he patted the end of the table to where he wanted her body to be. 

Sue worked her body up toward the edge of the table, her legs dangling over the edge.

Gunter stood between Fi and the table and placed his hands on Sue's legs, running them up and down her thighs, making Sue moan in anticipation. He walked to the side of the table, his hand still touching Sue's leg, going slowly up and down with a feather-like touch. 

"What do you think about Sue's pussy, Fiona?" Gunter asked. He placed his fingers on either side of the folds of her clit spreading it so that Fi could not mistake what she was looking at. "Isn't it a gorgeous pussy?" He asked smiling.

"Oh, yes, Gunter. I love it!" Fi answered breathlessly. But more so than looking at Sue's private parts, Fi was imagining Gunter touching her that way, the way that he just applied some pressure with his fingers, from where his palm was placed on her mound, to the sides on her labia, to almost touching her hole, just barely moving his fingers. 

"Oh, God!" Fi moaned, trying hard to scoot herself back and forth in her chair to relieve the throb of her own aching pussy.

Julie snuck in and snapped some pictures of Sue, laying on the table, fully exposed, and then started to slip away when Gunter reached out and stopped her.

"Julie, I am overdressed." He said.

"It seems that way, Gunter," Julie said cooly.

"Undress me."

Julie smiled and put her camera down on the other end of the table. She sashayed over so she stood in front of Gunter and put her arms around his neck. She looked down at Fi sitting in her chair, bound, and winked at her, then she gave Gunter a light kiss on his ear. She slid her long, thin arms out from around Gunter's neck so that her fingertips traced his shirt collar, then slowly moving her hands, she unbuttoned each button, slowly, without opening his shirt. Bending down on her knees, she slowly untied his boots, first one, then the other. Just untying them and leaving them remaining on his feet. She then reached up and started to undo his belt, then unbuttoned his fly, and unzipped the zipper of his pants. She slowly stood back up and reached into the neck of his shirt with her hands and slowly moved them on his muscular chest, lingering there for just a few seconds, then slid them up to the back of his shoulders, releasing his shirt. She smiled as it fell to the floor. Running her fingers down his arms as she got back on her knees, she took off one boot, then the other, one sock, then the other. She looked up at Gunter's now positively hard and thick erection that seemed to be what was holding his pants in place. 

Julie glanced over at Fi, who nodded back to Julie in silent approval. Julie placed her hand on Gunter's cock. He took in a deep breath and leaned his head back. Not lingering longer than a few seconds, she moved her hands to slide his pants down to his ankles. She touched one leg so that Gunter would lift it up and out of his pants, then she touched the other leg so he would lift that one, and with a quick movement, she slid his boots and clothes out of the way and under the table. 

Julie looked back over at Fi and smiled at her. Fi smiled and slowly blinked her eyes and nodded. Julie slowly raised her hands up to the waistband of Gunter's boxers and stretched the elastic band out then over Gunter's rock hard cock and let them fall to the floor. Gunter kicked them out of the way. Julie stood up with a huge smile on her face then turned and took her camera in hand and snapped a few pictures of Gunter then slowly walked away.

Gunter turned and faced Fi who was staring at him intently.

He grabbed ahold of his thick member and moved it in an up and down motion. "Is this what you want, Fiona?" He asked in a sexy voice.

"Yesss," She breathed out.

"Aww, too bad you are all tied up right now," He said teasing her.

"Please..." Fi breathed.

Gunter moved in to her and put his hands on the arms of the chair. "Are you begging me, Fiona?" He asked, leaning in even closer, and breathing into her ear.

Fi took the opportunity of his closeness to reach her bound arms up, and with delicate fingers touched Gunter's torso. She gasped in air as if the touch shocked her. Her breathing quickened.

Gunter stood back up and smiled down at her, reaching out and stroking her hair.

Fi shut her eyes tight and let out a whimper.

When she opened her eyes, Gunter had already turned his attention back to Sue.

Gunter was kneeling down kissing Sue's leg, slowly going from her knee up the inside of her thigh, and every so often giving her a soft nibble. His arms stretched out to hold Sue's hips that were already moving with desire. Gunter kissed and nibbled the other thigh, stopping at her mound, breathing his warm and shallowing breath on her pussy. Sue let out a loud moan, raising her hips up to meet his lips and grasping at either side of the table.

Gunter's tongue darted in and out of his mouth, teasing her clit. 

He stopped and sat back on his ankles, placing his hands on her inner thighs, spreading her wide opened.

"Sue, tell Fiona what that feels like," Gunter spoke quietly.

"Oh, God," Sue moaned.

Gunter smiled smugly, his hands massaging her inner thighs.

"Tell her," He prompted.

"Water," Sue struggled breathlessly. "It's like delicious drops of water."

Fi tilted her head back and let out a moan as if she could imagine what Sue was experiencing.

"Do you want to cum for me Sue?" Gunter whispered.

"Yes...yes, please, Gunter," Sue begged, while her hips undulated for more.

Gunter continued licking her clit. Slow circles sometimes, other times darting his tongue, teasing her very softly until finally Sue exploded in orgasm.

Gunter kissed her thigh down to her knee and then sat back on his ankles watching Sue for a moment as she slowly calmed her breathing then started to giggle uncontrollably. 

Gunter stood up between Sue's legs smiling at her pleasure.

He placed his hands on her hips and looked Sue deep into her eyes. "I'm going to fuck you now, Sue." He told her.

"Please..." Sue whispered.

Gunter grabbed his hard cock and teased her with it, moving the head from her clit to her hole, clit to hole, clit to hole and then entered her with a swift thrust. Sue let out a half moan, half scream, almost shocked with Gunter filling every inch of her. He stopped still, inside her. "Sue, please tell Fiona what I feel like inside you." He whispered.

"Huge," Sue laughed through her moans. "You feel huge inside me."

Fi let out a small laugh.

"Do you think I'm funny, Sue?" Gunter asked and he thrusted himself in and out of her.

"No, Gunter, no..." Sue breathed.

"I didn't think so." He grunted.

Gunter moved his hands up to Sue's breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers and he slowed his thrusts down to a more gentle rhythm. Sue moved her hips up and down to match his movement, and soon enough, Sue was screaming with another orgasm.

Gunter pulled out of her slowly, and leaned forward and gave Sue a wet, passionate kiss.

"Thank you, Sue, for being here tonight." Gunter told her sweetly.

"Mmmmmm," Sue managed to say.

"Julie?" Gunter asked. "Can you help Sue for us?"

"Of course, Gunter!" Julie replied.

Julie set her camera down on the table and helped Sue get up off of the table. Julie steadied Sue's stance as she stood, and then helped her up and over the stairs.



Happy Birthday, Hannah



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Light was invading the room. Dappling the carpet through slits in the blinds that she had forgotten to close tightly before stumbling into bed the night before. Hannah slowly, groggily became aware of the light as she felt an errant beam warming her foot. She hated the blankets on her feet, they made her feel trapped under the covers. 

As she adjusted to the idea that it might already be morning she rolled over in bed, facing the clock, and peeked out through tightly closed slits; no need to open her eyes all the way if she was just going to roll over and go back to sleep. 

At first she wasn't sure she was seeing it right - the sleep in her eyes must have been distorting the numbers on the clock. It couldn't be 12:45. She reached up with one hand, rubbed the corners of her eyes and looked again.

Jesus. It was 12:45. 

The party had gone on well into the night; what time had she gone to bed? Hannah rolled onto her back, stretching, flexing and extending her feet, stretching her arms out at her sides and arching her back. 

As she stretched she felt something stir in her abdomen, a familiar feeling, aching for release, gently tugging at her insides reminding her that she'd neglected something for too long. 

As she relaxed she felt that stir become a knot. She reached down her body, running her hand across her stomach, down past her waist and into her shorts. Her hand moved against the material sandwiched between her shorts and underwear. She rested her hand atop her mound and gently squeezed, sending a wave of heat up her body, charging the knot in her stomach and causing it to gently pulse. 

Again she squeezed and again the warm sensations washed over her body. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath, feeling her body relax as she continued to gently squeeze. 

She felt her nipples stiffen and her left hand automatically brushed across them. She squeezed one then the other, making them ache and sending pulses through her body towards her dampening pussy.

She could feel the heat emanating from between her legs. It had been too long since anyone had touched her. Too long even for herself. Her flower was rapidly blossoming and heat washed over her body. She bit her lower lip and stifled a quiet moan. 

Running her fingers across the fabric stretching between her cleave she found her button and slowly began to work in gentle circles. Pressing her finger against herself, feeling herself throb under the fabric as she worked her fingers faster and faster as her pleasure began to build.

Deftly she pulled her panties aside without stopping the work on her now throbbing clit; sliding her hand down she positioned herself carefully, her thumb continuing to rub while her middle finger sank into her moist folds. 

She closed her eyes and exhaled deeply as she pressed farther and farther into herself, feeling her warm, sticky sex aching for more and more. She worked her finger in and out, soon bringing her other hand away from her nipples so it could concentrate on her clit while the other repeatedly filled her with one finger, then two, sending waves of heat and passion over her as she writhed on top of her sheets. Her pleasure built as she felt the knot in her stomach begin to pulse in time with the motion of her fingers.

Hannah rolled onto her stomach, reaching one hand up, pushing against the headboard while her other frantically worked its fingers searching for her spot. She let out a low moan, having it muted by the pillow and reached off the bed, opening her bedside table. She found a velvet bag and laid it on the bed next to her. Turning over again, back onto her back, she lifted her rear and quickly pulled her shorts and now damp panties down her legs to her ankles. Kicking them off the edge of the bed she sat up, propping herself on her pillow, and reached in the bag. 

Old Faithful she called it. Unlike her last several boyfriends it had never let her down. It wasn't very big. It didn't have to be. The vibrating pulses that no man could ever replicate more than made up for its size. It gently curved to contour to either the outside or inside of her body; sloping ridges rose from the shaft, designed to press right against her pleasure center. She twisted the base and it came to life, sending vibrations down her fingers. She quietly whimpered as she tentatively pressed it against her clit, the initial pulses surprising her and resonating through her body. Again she pressed it against her skin and held it longer before again pulling it away when it was too much. The knot in her stomach ached and cried to be undone. 

Hannah slid down the pillows, again laying flat on the bed; as she did so she glided her toy down as well, directing it to her slick opening and pushing it past her swollen pink lips. Again it was too much at first and she quickly pulled it out, placing it back on her clit. After a moment she slowly worked it back in, this time pressing it deeper and holding it longer. 

Waves of pleasure washed over Hannah's body as she pressed it deeper and deeper into her now sopping sex. Slowly she found her rhythm and began working her toy in and out. When the pleasure became too much and she thought she was going to explode she quickly pulled it out and grazed it across her engorged clit, breathing heavily, slowing down before plunging it back in and seeking the source of her pleasure again, finding it and building another layer of delight to her inevitable release.

The knot in her stomach was throbbing now, it pulsed through each time she found her spot and lingered on it for more than a moment. She knew that she couldn't hold out much longer and reached up again teasing her nipples, each in turn. Fire was spreading through her body, sending hot waves of pleasure crashing down her legs and up through her chest and arms. All at once it finally happened. It was as if the knot wasn't just undone but shattered, each shard creating its own center of pleasure as it broke apart. She panted and let out a sharp cry as her orgasm shook her body. Pleasure wrecked her body and she contorted on the bed, closing her legs tight and gripping them together, Old Faithful still deep inside humming away. 

Slowly she regained her breath, pulling her toy from between her legs and twisting it off again. She let it fall next to her on the bed. Exhausted, exhilarated, she lay in bed staring through the cracks in the blinds, thinking that she should probably get up and survey the damage from last night. 

With great effort she sat up at the edge of the bed. Her mind was racing, wide awake now but her body was sapped, making each motion a chore. Her legs dangled over the edge, she looked down at her toes, wiggling them. The paint was chipping off. Maybe she would treat herself, have a spa day. Why not? It was her birthday weekend after all.



Happy Birthday, Happy New Year!



"Let old acquaintance be forgot..."

*SMACK*

Luke stared at the red numbers glowing on his clock. It was just after nine in the morning.

Today was the day. It was his birthday. His eighteenth birthday. He was officially a man now. And he was legal. And now, after three years, he was going to take advantage of the one thing he's always wanted.





Happy Birthday Honey



"Good morning, sweetheart.

"Is it?"

"Happy Birthday."

"Don't remind me."

"Why not? It's a milestone! It's not everyday that a woman reaches seventy and is still hot."

"Yeah! You wish! Wrinkles and all."

"I don't see any wrinkles."

"That's because you love me."

"That's true, but I still don't see many wrinkles."

"Many? So you see some?"

"Of course, but to me they are not wrinkles they are crannies of wisdom."

"Bullshit!"

"Are you awake yet?"

"How can I sleep with you groping me?"

"I'm not groping you. I'm caressing you."

"Get out of there!"

"After fifty years of marriage I still can't touch your butt."

"No one but me touches my butt!"

"Not even your doctor?"

"Only if she has to and I limit those times."

"Your panties are wet."

"M'mmm."

"Seventy years old and still horny."

"M'mm."

"Roll over on your back."

"H'mm."

"I can hear your tummy gurgling."

"I'm hungry."

"For sex?

"H'mm."

"Can't you say anything besides H'mm?"

"H'mm."

"I love your breasts."

"They're saggy and they flop down under my armpits."

"They're just right for an old, I mean older, woman."

"Why?"

"I can play with your nipples without lifting my head."

"Oh, you!"

"Ow! That hurt!"

"Don't make fun of my breasts."

"You like that?"

"H'mm."

"Lift up so I can get your nightgown off."

"God you're beautiful!"

"Only you think so."

"All the men think you are."

"In your dreams."

"No, I hear them identifying you as the beautiful woman with short, white hair."

"All of our friends have short, white hair."

"Nope. They have gray hair. Yours is a beautiful white and you know it so don't bullshit me."

"H'mm."

"Like that?"

"H'mm."

"You have pretty feet."

"They're just feet."

"They're soft and warm and have pretty red toenails."

"Don't! That tickles!"

"They taste good too."

"Don't lick my feet."

"Why?"

"Because they're feet."

"But they're your feet."

"You're nuts!"

"Your legs are so smooth. They feel good on my face."

"Your beard is scratchy."

"So much for being a romantic."

"Oh, stop it! Come up here."

"Can I taste your pussy first?"

"No!"

"Still don't want to try it, huh?"

"No!"

"You're missing out on something great."

"In that case I've missed out on it for fifty years. How would you know anyway?"

"I know things about women."

"I doubt that since I'm the only woman you've ever been with. Right?"

"If you say so."

"You rat!"

"Ow! You're knee is hard. I'm going to have a black eye."

"I didn't hit you that hard. Come up here."

"I'll have to pass your pussy. Can I kiss it on the way up?"

"No!"

"Your hair down here is gray."

"Ouch! Don't do that! You'll pull out what little I have left."

"Want me to shave it?"

"Do I have to answer that one again?"

"How about an anal massage? Would you like that?"

"No! Now get up here or I'm getting out of bed."

"You'll miss your birthday present if you do."

"What present? We don't give each other birthday presents."

"This one."

"Oohh."

"Feel good?"

"H'mm."

"I can't get under your panties. Lift up."

"Wait! There."

"You smell good."

"You're gross."

"I like your smell."

"Why?"

"Because it smells like you and I love you. It's not as strong anymore."

"Maybe because I'm seventy years old."

"Maybe, but I still like it."

"H'mm."

"You're belly's soft."

"H'mm."

"Do you miss it?"

"What?"

"My being able to get an erection?"

"You make me feel just fine without one."

"I've got $500 worth of pills in the medicine cabinet and I still can't get one."

"It's OK. Stop obsessing on it. You're doing fine. You make me happy."

"Right there?"

"H'mm."

"Right at the bottom?"

"H'mm."

"God, you're wet."

"Oohh."

"I love to watch your lips open like a flower."

"Touch me."

"Where?"

"You know."

"In here?"

"H'mm."

"Up here?"

"Yes."

"Oh, I got a yes. I'm impressed. I must be pretty good at this."

"You are. Two."

"Two?"

"Two you know what."

"Yes."

"Like this?"

"Yes."

"Way up in there? Is that the spot?"

"Oohh."

"You taste good too."

"Get your fingers out of your mouth. Go back."

"Back?"

"In, in!"

"How about here?"

"Oohh."

"And here."

"Oohh."

"Up here?"

"Oohh! Yes! Yes!"

"Right on this little button here?"

"Yes, oh yes."

"Like a feather?"

"Yes, yes!"

"I love you."

"Oh, oh, oh! Oh God! Oh God! Eee, eee, eee! Aaahhh! Ooohhh!"

"M'mmm."

"Stop! I'm too sensitive now. Don't!"

"No more?"

"No! Stop! I'll pee."

"I like to make you whimper like that."

"I don't whimper."

"You sound like a little puppy when you cum."

"It feels good."

"I'm pretty good, huh?"

"Better than anyone else."

"Anyone else who?"

"I'm not telling."

"Ow! Don't pull my hair! OK! OK! There never was anyone else."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"M'mm."

"I have to get up."

"Stay for awhile."

"No, I have to pee."

"Playing Mahjong today?"

"Yes, it's Tuesday."

"They going to have a party for you?"

"Probably some cake. No presents."

"They'll be able to tell."

"Tell what?"

"That you had an orgasm this morning."

"How?"

"By that big smile on your face."

"Ha, ha. You think you're that good?"

"Yep!"

"Ok. You are. Now let me up."

"I'll bet you're the only seventy year old girl in your Mahjong group that will have had an orgasm today.

"Probably."

"Are you going to tell them?

"What?"

"How good I am."

"No!"

"Afraid they'll want me to make love to them too?"

"That's it, yes."

"I love you."

"I love you too. Now get my panties off of your face and put them in the hamper. I'm going to take a shower."

"Happy Birthday, honey." 




Happy Birthday, Honey!



Happy Birthday Honey!

My fortieth birthday! Wow the past six years have really flown by. Since I married Sandi, life has been a whirlwind. We're always busy and we have lots of fun together! Our marriage is the second for both of us after disappointing spouses the first time. Sandi's husband was really interested in nothing but his business and material possessions, and my first wife spent money like it was growing on trees. We were always broke and it caused many arguments, and some out and out fights. 

After three years Sandi turned up at a wedding that I attended. It was my secretary getting married, and Sandi was a first cousin to the groom. We ran into one another at the punch bowl, and ended up sitting together at the reception and talking until the last dog died and everyone else was gone. We decided to continue the evening with a few drinks and possibly a little dancing. I was a goner from the minute our eyes met at the wedding. Six months later, it was our wedding.

Now six years later, Sandi called earlier in the day saying, "Larry, happy birthday! I'll have a super special birthday surprise for you when you get home this evening!"

Not unusual, but her giddiness seemed a little over the top. She was obviously excited about my surprise. I went back to the tasks at hand, but had difficulty concentrating after the phone call. I wondered, "What could she have for a surprise for me that has her so excited?"

Finally, five o'clock and time to go home, but no! My co-workers had a cake and some drinks to celebrate my birthday. I had to stay for almost an hour before my boss, Anne would let me get away. Before I left, Anne came to me and said, "Larry, sorry to keep you here so long, but I had to make sure Sandi had time to get your present finished!"

That may seem strange, but it wasn't to me. Sandi and Anne met two years ago at my company Christmas party and have become close friends. They end up going out for dinner and drinks a couple times a month, and Anne and her husband, Doug have been over for dinner on numerous occasions as well as we have been to their house many times. Doug and I have very little in common, but the wives have become extremely close. So, it was just a confirmation of my suspicions when Anne admitted to delaying me to help Sandi.

Both women are very intelligent and have many common interests. Some are things I don't like, so Anne and Sandi often go to the opera and the ballet together, and they both belong to a pottery class, learning to 'throw' pots on the wheel. 

Sandi and I have lots of things we do together and overall have a very happy marriage. We recently have decided it is time to start a family and Sandi has just last week gone off of the 'pill'. I thought for a minute she was going to tell me she was pregnant, but it just too soon for that. My curiosity was definitely aroused, but I was clueless as to what the surprise could be, especially since Anne's comment about Sandi having to 'finish' my present. 

My imagination was running rampant, as I thought of some of the things we usually do on the other's birthday. One thing that was always a favorite of mine was my annual birthday blow-job. Not that I didn't get those on other occasions, but only on my birthday and other very special times did she swallow my cum. That was something she always found disgusting, but for my birthday, that was always on the menu. Sandi knows how much I love it!

But what could be the big surprise? As I neared home, I just gave up thinking about it and turned on the radio to listen to some 70's rock and roll. When I pushed the garage door opener, it failed to open the door. I tapped on it and then took the battery out and replaced it, but the door still wouldn't open. I parked in the driveway and went in the front door. Sandi was sitting on the couch waiting and jumped up to run into my arms for a 'happy birthday' kiss! Her kiss was exceptionally passionate, and she lingered longer than usual. 

"Well, are you ready for your birthday surprise?" She was grinning from ear to ear, but something was different. I looked at her and nothing really stood out, but maybe her hair was a little loose and her blouse was slightly wrinkled, but that was probably from a long day at work.

"Anne told me she was responsible for keeping me at work for the extra hour to give you time to finish my present, so, where is it?"

Sandi blushed a little and said, "Let's sit on the couch and talk about it a little, okay?"

I responded, "Should we go out and grab a bite to eat first? I am a little hungry and we can talk about it at the restaurant."

Sandi replied, "No, that wouldn't do, we need to talk about it here, but if you want to wait, I suppose we could go to dinner first. Or, we can sit here and talk for a while then order in a pizza or something. Which is better for you hon?"

"Let's order a pizza, that sounds good, and I am too curious to not hear about it until after dinner."

"Sandi blushed again a little and asked, "Larry, Please let me finish before you comment or ask me any questions. Fair enough?" I nodded my agreement and she continued, "I noticed the site you have been to many times in the past few months on the computer. It is called Literotica. When I looked at your favorite authors, they all seem to write in the 'Loving Wives' section. I read about twenty of those stories in that section and they mostly deal with husbands wanting to see or mostly hear about their wives having sex with other men. They talk about how those men love to share their wives and have them come home and tell them all about their adventure. Usually that is followed by really hot sex between the man and his wife. So, I decided to see about giving you your fantasy."

I interrupted, "What fantasy? You know that section has many other kinds of stories too, including some great revenge stories. Those are the ones I enjoy reading." I noticed the color fade out of Sandi's face, as she swallowed hard.

"So, does that mean you aren't turned on by the stories where the wife goes out and gets laid then comes home to tell her husband all the details, or by the one's where the husband watches his wife get fucked by the other guy? Those are most of the stories in that section."

I was now feeling like we were headed down a very bad path but I didn't know what to do but hear her out so I said, "Sandi, I will shut up and listen as you asked, then I will ask you some questions when you are finished. It's not fair for me to interrupt until you have a chance to tell me everything you want to say. Please continue."

"Well, I was just going to offer to fulfill your fantasy if that was what it was. Really what I wanted was to hear what your fantasies really are and try to make one come true tonight if possible."

She recovered quickly and I decided to play along for now. I remembered the garage door and asked her, "By the way, why won't the garage door work? I should go out and see if it is unplugged or something." Before she could say anything, I was up and out of my seat, headed for the garage door. 

She called out, "Don't! I'll get it in a minute."

She was too late, I opened the door and there was a strange car in the garage next to Sandi's Honda Civic. "Who belongs to this car?" I cried out.

"I can explain everything, just come back in and sit down Larry. Please!"

Light bulbs were going off in my head. I was imagining many things, but the one thing that kept coming to mind was, "There must be someone in the house who belongs to that car." I began going from room to room opening the doors and looking in. Sandi was on my arm trying to pull me back to the living room couch. The harder she tried, the harder I resisted and kept opening doors. As I came to the master suite, as I reached out for the door, Sandi let out a scream. 

Normally, I would have run to her, but instead, I was furiously trying to turn the handle to the room. Finally I got out my key and opened it with her pulling with all her might to keep me from going in. When I got the door open, the was a man hurriedly trying to get dressed. I turned to Sandi and asked, "Was this my birthday present? Did you plan to have me watch you fuck him? Or, did you already fuck him and plan to tell me about it before letting me watch you do it again?"

Sandi slumped to the floor. I was furious and told the man to sit down or be shot as an intruder. He plopped down on the floor in his briefs and undershirt. Sandi was crying, but I was not going to let up now. "What ever got into you Sandi?"

Sandi came over and sat at my feet and begged me to sit with her and she would answer all my questions. "First, I thought this was going to be a great surprise for you. Anne thought it would be too. She and Doug have done this and Doug really loves it. She tells me their sex life is hotter that ever and when I told her about the site and stories I found, she encouraged me to do this as a present for you. In answer to your questions, yes that was my plan, and yes I have already fucked him and sucked him and even swallowed his cum. He even planned to fuck me in the ass when you were watching later. My plan was to tell you everything, then offer to fuck him again with you watching. It looks like I really messed up this time. It really was for you, how are we going to get past this?"

My head was spinning and I couldn't think straight about anything. My whole world was collapsing in on me and I needed time to think. "I don't know what's going to happen, please just leave me alone to think for an hour or so, I'll go in the den. You just get rid of your friend and make sure he NEVER looks back. I'll come out when I can talk." I went in the den and slammed the door shut. I could hear her telling him she made a mistake and he needed to leave immediately. 

Then as he was leaving, she was begging him not to say anything to anyone at the office and she would see him tomorrow and talk about it. "Wow!" I thought "So he works at her office and they are going to talk about it tomorrow? Was she planning to continue the affair? Was this really the first time?" Many questions kept popping into my head. Then I tried to think, "Could we get past this and keep our marriage alive?"

After about an hour, I had calmed down, but had nothing resolved. I was sure that what was needed was a long, heart to heart talk to see if there was any hope for us. I exited the den and found Sandi bawling quietly with her head buried in a pillow on the couch in the living room. "Sandi, let's talk to see what there is to salvage."

Sandi looked up with a faint ray of hope in her face that quickly disappeared as she looked at my stern face. She asked, "What's first to talk about? Do you want me just to tell you everything and then try to work through it?"

"That sounds like a plan, but I am not happy as you can no doubt tell." I looked her in the eyes and said, "Just make sure that what you say is the truth. If I find you have lied about anything, I will just leave and that will be the end. How about we start with me asking some questions?"

Sandi had a tear running down her cheek and a sad look on her face, but she agreed to my asking questions first.

"My first question is, 'Was this the first time you had sex with that guy? ' "

Sandi stuttered a little and said "Yes, the first time with Ted, as I said it was supposed to be for you, I just tried to do something without getting enough information. Anne assured me it was a GREAT idea and if you'd been reading those stories you'd love it. I guess I let myself be influenced without even asking you about fantasies. I pray you'll forgive me and we can get past this."

"I understand all that, and you are right, you should have verified my fantasies first. The next question is more difficult." I looked her in the eye and reminded her about honesty being essential and asked, "Since we have been married, have there been ANY other incidences of infidelity?"

Sandi looked stunned, and stammered, "Wwwhatt dddo you mean by tthhaat?"

"I think you just answered my question with your question, but to clarify, Have there been any times when you had ANY type of inappropriate contact with someone outside our marriage?"

"Larry, I will tell you that absolutely there has NOT been anyone that I fucked, but I will tell you that on a few occasions, when Anne and I went out to dinner and drinks, we also went dancing. The dancing was sometimes a little intimate and I actually kissed a guy a few times on the dance floor. There were also several times when my partner groped my ass and I always pushed them away. There was one time, no actually two times that I had a dance partner grope my tits and the first time, I pushed him away and left the dance floor. The second time was only a couple weeks ago and I let the guy caress my tits for several songs and we kissed with tongues. I was sort of trying out the things for your present, and truthfully, it was exciting and I liked it." She took a deep breath and continued, "I'm trying to tell you the exact truth about everything, I hope you will understand and believe me. My mind was not thinking clearly. I should have maybe tested the waters with you by doing some talking about fantasies. I'm sure you have some, and we could find one or more to make come true."

"Why didn't you tell me before about the gropes on the dance floor the times you and Anne went out?"

"I really don't know, I guess I just thought they weren't important and I certainly ended them as soon as they started and quit dancing with those guys except the last one, who incidentally was the same guy I fucked here earlier today."

"Oh, so you went out with other men from your office?"

"Not exactly!"

"Well, it sounds like that was exactly what you were doing!"

"Let me explain, Roby is his name, and he does not work at my office. He is a salesman who calls on my boss to sell him office supplies. He has been very friendly to me ever since he started calling on us, and since I am telling the truth about everything, I was mildly attracted to him. I did nothing to encourage him except be friendly and he kept hinting at wanting to get to know me better. The night I was dancing with him, he was at the club with several people from his company and we just happened to run into him. After a couple dances with him was when I decided he would be the one with whom I'd act out what I thought was your fantasy."

"I see. I do appreciate your honesty, and I must admit it hurts me, but it is much better hearing it from you than finding out from someone else, like my boss. Now, please think very carefully, and answer with total honesty, have there not been ANY OTHER instances, at any time that you want to confess to me now? Remember, if I find you are dishonest in anything you tell me tonight, there will be no discussion. I am thinking about a particular time in our marriage where there were signs that could have been interpreted as, well, signs of something not being right. This is your last chance to confess everything."

Sandi was silent, it looked like she was searching her memory to find anything, or she was trying to decide if there is any way I could know about something in her past. I wasn't sure, so I pressed her a little. "Sandi, remember total honesty, or I walk away for good."

She tried to stall and get more info out of me by asking, "When was that time you mentioned that there were signs?"

"No more stalling Sandi, are you going to tell me or not?" (I was taking a stab in the dark to try to open her up.)

"Okay, you got me, I confess. Larry, I simply can't think of the time of which you speak. I haven't been involved in any other inappropriate behavior other that those I already mentioned. The last other sexual fling I had was before we were married. It was two weeks before the wedding, and the girls all took me out for a night on the town. Ellen was there, and we all ended up back at her place. We got to talking about forever being a very long time, and Ellen asked if I was going to be a totally faithful wife. I told them all that I absolutely was. Ellen and Joyce said, 'We better get you taken care of tonight then!' I had no idea of what they spoke, but before I knew it, i was naked in the middle of all six girls and their hands were all over me. . Ellen stepped in and took my right nipple in her mouth and Joyce took the left. The other girls held my arms and legs so I couldn't get away. Truthfully, it felt so good, my resistance quickly vanished as I felt someone's mouth on my pussy. The girls brought me to several orgasms and then Robert, Ellen's boyfriend at the time, stepped in and climbed on me and fucked me to two more climaxes before he came deep inside me. Robert then picked me up and carried me into his and Ellen's bedroom and proceeded to make love to me all night long. Ellen was right there and participating most of the time so when one of them was paying attention to my pussy, the other was addressing my nipples. The next day, If you remember, I was too sick to go to dinner with your parents. Actually, I was so sore everywhere I just had to sleep. Now are you satisfied?"

The last bit caught me way off-guard. Actually, I found her description and candor a little amusing, and I actually chuckled a bit. Sandi was surprised by my chuckling and she finally caught the humor in everything. We had a good belly laugh before it was over and I asked her if she still wanted to fulfill one of my fantasies before the night was over. She said she would love to, then asked, "Does this mean I am forgiven and you'll stay with me even though I acted really stupid?"

I then said, "Well, at least I'll stay the night to see how much you really want to fulfill my fantasy when you hear what it is."

"Okay, without even asking what it is, I'll agree to do my best to fulfill it tonight. So what is it?"

"There are four parts to it and you have talked about some of them tonight, so they shouldn't be things you won't be willing to do. First, I would LOVE to see you have your pussy eaten by a woman, and second, I want to fuck you in the ass. Third, I want you to agree to give me at least one blow-job a month where you finish me off, open your mouth showing me the cum, then swallow it down. Last, and this one may be difficult for you, I want a free pass to fuck another woman one time. If you can agree to those four things, I think it will make up for your indiscretions and bad judgment. Then we'll be able to put our lives back together."

"Oh my God! Larry, I can't agree to all four, especially the last one. The second and third are a given, but the first and last, whoa baby, I just don't think they are acceptable. Is there some way we can compromise?"

"In a word, NO! If you can't agree to all four, then you can pack your bags now and just leave. What's it going to be?" I paused, partly waiting for an answer and partly trying to collect my thoughts, and then I continued, "At least I am giving you the choice BEFORE I act, which is more than you did. Last chance, what's it going to be?" I was getting more angry by the minute, And would have just walked out but It was not me who was going to leave.

"Larry, PLEASE, give me some time to think, okay?"

"That's more than you deserve, but I'll give you an hour, but NO phone calls, just you alone here in the living room thinking. I don't want Anne or anyone else knowing about our conversation. And, after tomorrow morning, Anne won't want to be your friend any longer. I am going to my attorney's office first thing and filing an alienation of affection lawsuit against her and my company, and turning in my resignation effective immediately. George at Morris & Associates has been after me for several years anyway. That would mean a little more money and more time to myself. No matter what you decide, Anne will be destroyed for her part in misleading you to do the things you did. Either I or possibly we will be set financially from this mess at the very least. Now take your time to think. Do you want a drink? I'm going to pour myself a rum and coke."




Happy Birthday, Honey!



I was fuming inside and must have been getting red in the face from my anger because Sandi almost immediately said, "Larry, I don't need an hour to think, I agree to everything!"

Instantly, I could feel my blood pressure relax and a feeling of calm wash over my whole being. After all, I do love Sandi, and she really was trying to do something she thought was what I wanted. So, I said, "Great, now let's get started before my birthday is over! Hurry and call Ellen and see if she can come over here and get started on you right away!"

"Call Ellen? She's probably asleep...Oh, alright, I'll call her now. She's tried to talk me into getting together with her every so often anyway. Do you just want to see her eat my pussy, or do you want to make her the woman you fuck too? She always eyes you every time we are together anyway!" 

"Me fuck Ellen, Interesting thought, she is hot. But, you know what, since you agreed to all of my conditions, I really don't want to fuck another woman, I just want you, and you don't really have to call Ellen and have her over here to pleasure you. Let's just say we're even on those two points because you agreed to them, now let's get busy with numbers two and three!"

"Oh, Larry, you are too good to me. Number three will be once a week, not once a month and number two will be whenever you want it as often as you want it. I do love you and only wanted to make your birthday great! Happy Birthday Honey!"

... ... ... ... ... ...

Prologue 

The next week was filled with meetings with attorneys, Anne, The president of my company, and the net result was that Anne was fired, The company offered me a six figure settlement that I readily accepted, and I was instantly hired as managing director for Morris & Associates with about a twenty-five percent increase in pay. 

Sandi and I now have a re-energized sex life, and openly and often discuss any fantasies that come to mind. Most of them are dismissed, but once in a while we find one that really adds some spark, like our most recent one, having sex in a semi-public place where we risk discovery by others. Our first attempt was great. We went out dancing and tipped the coat check girl to let us go in the back of the check room and fuck like bunnies. The girl peeked at us from time to time through the coats. She got so horny, she came back with us and pulled her skirt up and masturbated as she watched us go at it! 

Now we think we want to try fucking in front of some of our friends at a party. That will take a large step, but who knows? It might be exciting!



Happy Birthday, Honey!



I've Been so busy all day today! I almost forgot it was your special day! 

So once I got off, I stopped by the store and got a few things for us. I called and left you a message and told you to meet me at the Palms Hotel, suite 112 and be ready for some FUN! I got dressed and waited for you..I bought some strawberries and champagne..Poured us a glass and waited...

You rang the door bell and I fixed myself one last time before opening the door. I take a deep breath.. open the door and stare as I see your sexy ass standing there..Umm, I'm ready to jump on that dick right NOW! WOW! And I couldn't help but notice your mouth wide open..WOW!

I had on a red robe with something underneath, but you couldn't tell..Just a silk red robe was all you knew and of course some sexy ass stilettos! When you walked in, you grabbed my face and kissed me like you ain't seen me in weeks! I stopped you, because we were kissing for about 5 mins...

I grabbed your hand and led you to the bedroom.. I had the whole room set up with plenty of candles, scented and unscented. The scent of strawberries n cream filled the air.. You were shocked that I had went all out for you..But it's your BIRTHDAY!! What you expect from your top chick? 

There was a chair in the middle of the room in front of the bed.. It had a bow on it.. "Take a seat", I tell you. Then I pushed play on my ipod.. I put it on "Trading Places" by Usher. I tied your arms to the chair..You hesitated until you saw that they weren't all that tight or hard to get out of..I had the black light on in the background... I walked up to you and asked if you are ready for a show.. I rubbed your shoulders and kissed all over your neck.. I don't ask you if it feels good, because I can tell.. "Now we gone do this thing a lil different tonight".. I step out in front of you and begin putting on a show.. I dance around real slow.. Make sure you see my every curve.. 

I go over to the table and grab some champagne..I take it and pour some down my neck..I walk up and let you lick it off.. I proceed to take off my robe and the song changes to "Sex Planet" by R. Kelly.. I let my robe hit the floor and your mouth drops wide open..Again! I had on your B-day suit with a BOW! I continue to dance for you and then I get some chocolate syrup and pour it all over my breast and stomach..I then grab the scarves and they release you from the chair.. I sat on your lap and begin to grind on your hard dick.. I took off your shirt so we wouldn't mess it up..But you didn't care..

You grabbed my ass and pulled me up closer to you and started lickin' on my neck down to my titties covered in chocolate..Ooh shit..You be working your mouth something VICIOUS! And I am loving every minute of it! You get up with me in your arms and take me to the bed.. You see that I had some things to play with and snack on, so you grab a strawberry and some whip cream. 

You then take the strawberry and run it down my breast that's covered in chocolate, then you lick it and proceed to put it in my Kitty..Ooh! That shit is cold! You put the whip cream around my Kitty to make a "PUSSY SPLIT!" And I am ok with that! 

It feels so crazy as you lick all around my Kitty..But I just remembered, its YOUR day! I wait until after you took the strawberry out with your tongue to get up...I hopped up on you, grabbed the whipped cream and caramel. Then, I put it all over your stomach, chest and your dick..You remember this, right? I put whip cream on the tip of you dick and called it my "WHIPPED DICK!" I grabbed it and licked all around the tip of your dick until all the cream was gone.. I stuffed it in my mouth like it was a Klondike bar..What would you do? I sucked on it, licked it and slurped on it... I covered your nuts with chocolate and begin to suck on them, while stroking your big manhood..I can hear how much you are enjoying this.. So I go faster and stroke it with my soft, small hands.. I grip your nuts and squeeze tight on them..I then proceed to lick down the shaft to your balls only this time, I put caramel on them. Umm, sluurrp! Slurrp! Umm..You like that shit, don't you Daddy? 

After about 15 mins of tasting your big ass dick with sweets, you grabbed me by the hair and tell me to get up and hop on your dick..I do just that..Its yo day Big Daddy! "Wet" by Omarion came on, and that was the extreme mood setter. I begin to ride on that big ass dick real slow, back and forth...Moving nothing but my hips. I bust all over your manhood with the third stroke in.. ITS AMAZING! SO AMAZING! I just couldn't help myself..

You grabbed my booty and try to make me ride faster..No, Baby..We not gone speed up yet.. "Yellow Light" by Twista feat. R.Kelly comes on...And I just go with the flow of the song.. I see you smile off that..But I begin to zone out the music and go faster...Up and down I go.. In and Out your dick went as it made me bust again, DAMN DADDY! DAMN! I can feel your hard dick go faster and get harder..I scream with every pound! "Smack,smack,smack!" That sound was so sexy coming for us..

"Aaah, damn, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!! I'm you're BITCH tonight!"

You made me get up and bend over so you can go from the back. Only this time, you grab my legs and wrap them around your waist. NOWHERE FOR ME TO RUN! Got my juices flowing, And you are going so hard..That I couldn't help myself.. Never had I bust a nut 3 times in 5 mins. But there's something about the way you work that big ass dick in my Kitty that makes me scream! "Oooh, DAMN! Damn Daddy! Right there! Aah, aah!" You tell me you about to cum. I wanna taste it. Can I taste it? You can put it where ever you want..On my face?



Happy Birthday Hubby!



Authors note: This is a story of loving wives, in other words married women having sex with other people. If you can't handle it or the explicit language I suggest you don't read it and certainly don't send me any nasty e-mails. Not only will you not get a reply, it won't even be read past the first 2 sentences. If you do however wish to send me positive critique, I'll be glad to read your personal comments.

This is a second part of my experiences with my old school girlfriend. To able to follow the story line it's better to first read "turning bisexual", although this could be read separately as well. Enjoy!

A week after Belinda and I fucked like 2 sluts in heat we agreed on meeting each other after work in a small bar along the way home.

In the mean time, we had been keeping contact over the phone and Belinda was her curious self again as she was constantly trying to find out what my hubby thought of us getting together like the way we did ... I kept avoiding the questions and promised her I would fill her in, in detail, when we saw each other face to face.

I closed my laptop at work around 4:30 pm that day and made sure I arrived at the bar at 5:00 pm so Belinda and I had about an hour to chat before I had to head home.

I saw her already sitting at a table somewhere in the middle of the bar when I walked in the joint. We gave each other a hug before I sat down.

Belinda immediately after leaned half over the table, stared straight into my eyes and said with a wicked smile: "so, so ... tell me, tell me, what happened, what did Bart say? I've been dying of curiosity!!"

I laughed: "you haven't changed a bit, have you?! You are just the way I remember you: no bullshit, no shame, just straight through ..."

"Hey, you know me," she replied "why would I want to change?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Hell yes!" she almost yelled throughout the whole place "come on, stop stalling!"

"OK, ok ... so Bart immediately saw something on my face when I walked in ..."

"What do you lady's want to drink?" a waiter interrupted me.

We were both already concentrated on us and the story I was about to tell, so the bar might as well have been empty for us. We both startled for a second and looked up from where the voice was coming.

The waiter must have sensed he startled us and had an apologetic look on his face, but I ordered my drink before he could find the words to break the silence around our table.

"I'll just have a coke" I said with a smile, letting him know it was ok to interrupt, after all I couldn't have timed it better myself.

Belinda placed her order and we talked shortly about the weather while we waited for our drinks. A minute later, we had our drinks on the table and the waiter continued on his way.

"Anyways ..." I started "Bart was in the front room, looked up at me and immediately saw I had been a naughty girl."

Belinda's face changed from a tense anticipation look to a wide 'cat that had eaten the cream' smile while she was listening to me.

"I thought you weren't going to fuck another guy today!?" he told me.

"And I didn't!" I replied to my husband "I'm going upstairs."

"Not 30 seconds later, my hubby flew into the bedroom, but I had managed to get completely naked for him already. As you well know, my pussy was all blood engorged and swollen from the sex we had earlier and my juices filled the bedroom air with its sex scent. My hubby stopped in his tracks to examine my body. He looked me up and down ..."

"Then what?" Belinda interrupted.

"Then he stepped forward and started kissing me while his hand slid down over my chest down to my steaming bald pussy. First he cupped it before he buried his middle finger up to his knuckle into my cunt. Of course, he could feel how sloppy it was as his finger got sucked in immediately all the way without any effort."

"He broke our kiss: see I knew you got fucked again today!" he whispered in my ear.

"I never said I didn't get fucked today ..." I answered Bart while I looked into his eyes. He looked puzzled for a second, then it hit him and his eyes got all big: "you mean ..."

I paused my story for a few seconds, like it happened at that moment last week.

"And in the mean time, his finger was still in your pussy?" Belinda came in again.

"Yep!" I laughed "he didn't let go of my dripping honey pot."

Then I continued "I just answered him by putting a devilish grin on my face, I took a step back, releasing his hand from my pussy and laid down on the bed with my legs spread. He was still standing in the same spot and looked at me playing with my pussy, pulling my lips open, while I told him you and I had sex pretty much the whole afternoon."

"He just couldn't believe his ears. But after a few seconds to recover from the shock he almost tore off his clothes and jumped on the bed with his face between my legs." I told Belinda in detail as promised.

"I guess you know what followed. We had an incredible intense and passionate sex session in which I told him in detail all the things we had done that afternoon while he pounded away in my cunt, filling me more than once with his salty cum." I finished my story to Belinda.

Now Belinda was almost in shock "Are you serious? Really? Did he enjoy it that much!"

I assured her my story was all real: "He loves watching me have sex. And which man do you know that doesn't fantasies about 2 women together, especially best friends ..."

"In fact ..." I continued.

"In fact?" Belinda asked me.

"You know I told him all about you: how we met, how we grew up, what you like ... But he kept asking more and more questions about you." I said.

"It wasn't long before I figured it out," I told Belinda "he'd like to meet you and see where things could go ..."

"Really?!" was all Belinda could say.

"Yeah!" I laughed "I confronted him while we had just started having sex. His dick was only a few strokes in me when I asked him if he thought he would like you."

"He stuttered, got all red and avoided my questions for a while before admitting to it after I assured him it was ok and actually only normal."

Belinda got an even bigger smile on her face: "I think I would like to 'meet' him too!" she said.

"So I guess I can tell you a little secret then," I said and added before she could respond in words: "once he actually admitted to it we continued having sex while pretending he was fucking you instead of me."

"Fuck that little slut, you know you want it ... You know, she is so nice and tight ... She gives great head ... Call me Belinda ... I told Bart while he was fucking me like a mad man." I confessed to Belinda trying to read her reaction from her face.

"You two are just so kinky!" she replied with a smile.

"So ..." I hesitated for a second.

Belinda caught on immediately "what is it?" she asked.

I took a deep breath and spilled the beans about why I wanted to see her face to face: "Seeing him on the few pictures I've shown you and knowing about him from my telling you about him ... do you think you'd want to hook with him as well?" I asked with a trembling voice.

Belinda laughed: "When I told you earlier that I wanted to, I wasn't kidding ..."

I wondered if this waiter was overhearing us, because right at that moment he came back to our table asking us if we wanted another drink. Again perfect timing, making sure there wasn't an awkward silence.

"I've got a little plan worked out." I said to Belinda after we had our new drinks standing in front of us "if that's ok with you."

"Even though we fantasized about you last week, I told Bart I wasn't sure how you would feel, just coming out of a bad marriage. Now that I know you are on board as well, we can lead him on for a little bit. In a few weeks it is his birthday and what a present you would make, no?" I started to unveil my plan.

Belinda just nodded in agreement.

"Anyway, we can come together like 2 or 3 times beforehand where you act normal to him. You do flirt with him, but without going further. And then on his birthday, when he's convinced we'll only be regular friends together, you can do whatever you want ..."

"Damn, you're a bitch!" she said with an even bigger devilish smile than mine "teasing your poor hubby like that."

"Anticipation makes the catch even more sweet!" was my reply "besides, you should talk ..."

An hour had flow by and it was almost 6 pm, time to go home and spend some time with my husband. I paid the waiter the amount we owed for our drinks and gave him a generous tip for his excellent timing skills, although he didn't realize it himself. Belinda and I said goodbye in the parking lot and 15 minutes later I arrived home.

Bart immediately wanted to know what Belinda had to say, especially if she would be interested in extending our loving relationship to include him as well.

I filled Bart in about my meeting with Belinda while we ate dinner and lied about the fact that Belinda did want to have a threesome with him and I.

"She is coming over for dinner Friday," I said to Bart "if that's ok with you."

His face lit up, realizing it was the first time he would actually see her "Yeah, sure!"

"I must warn you though," I lied "I talked to her about us fantasizing about her and even though she is not completely opposed to it, it's not going to be immediately because she first wants to process her divorce before she hooks up with men again."

"Yeah, I guess I can understand that" my hubby replied to my little white lie.

"You are so sweet and understanding" I told him while I leaned over the table to give him a kiss. I wanted to add: "and who knows, perhaps you'll get lucky." but I didn't want to spoil the surprise, so I didn't.

The next 2 days went by uneventful. On Thursday I had Belinda on the phone to set up a time she would come over and we agreed she'd be there around 5:30 pm so she can help me with cleaning the vegetables while Bart started the BBQ.

Before I knew it, it was Friday 5:30 pm and I was home 10 minutes before Belinda ringed the door bell. I let her in and showed her into the front room.

"Bart isn't home yet." I said "why don't we sit down for a minute, he should be here any minute now."

She sat down on the couch as I got her a glass of cola "I'll give you a tour of the house in a little bit if that's ok with you?"

"Yeah, sure, no problem!" Belinda replied.

Bart opened the front door right as I was handing Belinda her drink.

"Damn, when you say 'any minute now', you really mean any minute now." she said to me.

"Yep, I know my hubby" I said while looking him in the eyes as he walked into the front room.

"Bart, this is Belinda you've been hearing so much about. Belinda, this is my husband Bart" I introduced them.

Belinda stood up from the couch to give him a polite greeting kiss as I studied Bart's reaction when he saw my old school girlfriend Belinda. He looked her up and down. If he was trying to hide his staring, he wasn't quite succeeding.

It was obvious that he liked what he was seeing though. I was too. She was wearing a little bit of make-up to accentuate her pretty facial features, but everything was very subtle. She was wearing just a jeans and a white T-shirt, but the fact that it fitted tightly made her voluptuous body look even better. Her D-cup twins pressed tightly together, sticking out proudly and the way her jeans cupped her ass made you wonder if she was wearing any underwear at all. A perfect combination of teasing and letting you wonder.

"Ah, finally we meet!" Belinda said after the 3 kisses "I've been hearing a lot about you..."

It was obvious she was trying to destabilize my husband. Luckily, he is not very shy either, so he immediately answered with a smile: "Yeah, I'm sure you have! Of course, there is lots to tell about me. I've been hearing quite a bit about you too lately ..."

They both really hit it off from the beginning and we sat down to socialize a bit before I interrupted after 15 minutes or so to say that we needed to get the BBQ going.

Ten minutes later, Bart was working on getting the BBQ lit and Belinda and I were making a salad and cooking some pasta.

Belinda and I were having fun in the kitchen, copping a feel every once in a while and making sure Bart caught us kissing when he came in to get the meat. We acted all shy and blushed like a couple of kids that were caught sneaking a piece of candy.

We knew Bart was watching us from outside and we were having fun going in and out of his line of sight.

During dinner and afterwards while chatting until the BBQ fire was completely out, Bart tried several times to turn the topic to love, relationships and sex, but we managed to skillfully avoid any of those topics.

When it was time to end the evening, we arranged to get back together the next week-end to go out and we showed her out the door, but not before giving her the promised tour of the house.

As soon as Belinda drove off and we closed the front door, Bart ripped off my shirt and shoved my skirt around my waist. I've got no idea how he did it, but in the mean time he had managed to free his rock hard cock.

He pulled my panties of to the side over my ass cheek as he pushed me on the stairs and stuck his cock into my slippery pussy. I was as horny as he was. He had no idea how hard it was for Belinda and I not to go further and to just let her leave.

"You fucking sluts have been driving me crazy all night!" he said as he rammed his cock deep in my cunt.

"AHHhh ... I'm sorry honey ... ahhh ... if it was ... up to me, youuuuuu ... could have joined in ..." I lied in between my moans.

It didn't take half a minute for him to cum and shoot his sticky cum deep into my burning, cum hungry hole. When we both recovered a bit, he redrew his still semi-erect cock from my slit and his cum oozed out of the gaping hole he had left me with.

I didn't bother to try and catch some or to straighten up my panties. I just stood up, let my skirt fall back into place, letting his cum run down over my legs as I wiggled my ass up the stairs and into the bedroom. Bart followed me so closely, his head was almost under my skirt.

Upstairs in the bedroom I let my skirt fall to the floor and laid down on my back on the bed before I quickly removed my panties as well.

My husband sat down on the foot of the bed and lifted one of my legs with his powerful hands to his face. He started licking my toes while massaging my feet before he kissed and licked his way up to his sweet but messy reward.

I think I came twice more before he actually touched my pussy again, just from the stimulation of my feet and legs. But when his tongue buried itself as deep as it would go into my love cave which was leaking our combined juices, I had the most powerful orgasm of the evening so far. I rocked my hips forward and pushed my cunt onto his face as hard as I could. Bart didn't stop once licking up the river of fluids I was producing though. I wonder how he could breath.

After that, he came up to my face and planted his wet face on mine for a kiss while he drove his cock back to where it belonged. He slowly lowered himself into me until I felt his balls resting against my puckered butthole.

It was another incredibly intense, long sex session that followed until we both collapsed (or is it passed out) from exhaustion and we slept till the Saturday afternoon.

In the middle of the next week, on one of my phone calls with Belinda, I found out she also had an incredibly tough time leaving last week-end and that she stopped along the way home to pick up a guy in a bar. The details she would reveal to me on Friday, when we got back together.

The rest of the week seemed to creep by so slowly, but finally it was Friday afternoon. I left work around 4 pm, as I normally do on Fridays. I was home in time to get myself ready for our night out, I took a shower, did my hair and make-up, and chose an outfit to wear.

I was in the process of putting on my black-white-pink party outfit which reacts really cool with black light and stuff when I heard the door bell. I ran in my thong downstairs to open the door and let Belinda inside.

She was wearing a pair of stylish, gray-white, 7/8 length, hip slacks that allowed people to see her thong ride up her ass every time she bent over slightly or was sitting down. As a top she was wearing a black, low cut T-shirt with the shoulder straps around the shoulders instead of over them. Her long black hair was freely blowing over it in the back. That, together with her make-up, made her look terrific, she was classy but sexy.

As soon as she saw me she had a big grin "I thought we weren't going to do anything today, only tease your hubby a bit more than we did last week-end ..."

"You dirty minded little perv!" I replied over my shoulder while walking back upstairs "I'm only just getting dressed ..."

Belinda came with me upstairs and watched me slip into my sexy, clubbing outfit while we talked about last week-end. I told her how Bart and I had sex as soon as she left and pretty much the whole rest of the week nonstop. And Belinda told me how she masturbated in the car as soon as you was out our street and how she picked up this stranger in a bar to fuck her.

It's a good thing Bart walked into the house when he did, because no matter how good we tried to be, I don't know if we would be the retain ourselves if we were alone for another 10 minutes more.

I don't think Bart could hear us when he walked into the house, but he knew immediately were to find us. Belinda and I made sure we were at least a few feet away from each other when he walked in.

The expression on his face revealed that he was at first a little disappointed that he didn't walk in on us, but that changed quickly when he saw how we were dressed. I knew he loved the outfit I was wearing: a tight fitting top without arm pieces. The top closes tightly around my neck like a collar, but there is an oval shaped opening in between my tits to show off some flesh. The pants that go with it clamp tightly around my legs, like a pair of stretch pants, and stop right above my ankle.

He clearly approved of Belinda's outfit as well.

After Bart took a shower and got dressed we left to start our night. It was almost 7 pm, still way too early to go to a club, but still early enough to catch a movie.

We had quite some looks at the theatre, dressed the way we were. Guys looked at us with piercing eyes, mentally undressing us and their women were shooting us nasty looks. Bart of course also noticed how jealous the other boys were looking at him, so he was holding us tight in each arm, smiling an enormous grin as we walked along.

We went to see X-men 3, but I must admit I didn't catch too much of the movie. I made sure Bart was sitting on my left and Belinda on my right. When the lights went out, Belinda and I had more interest in each other than in the movie and in the mean time I had to keep my hubby on edge as well. I'm sure you can imagine how that went ...

After the show, we got back in the car and headed for a club named "Café Central". It's a well known club with funky, tripping music, but also more mellow corners were you can sit and chat.

On the way over, Belinda who sat is the back, was leaning in between our 2 seats. Her perfume and shampoo was intoxicating us. Bart had managed to get her to talk a bit about her marriage and some previous relationships, but it was kept real clean. You could see the real questions that were burning in his mind though: how often do you have sex? What all do you like? Ever cheated? What are your fantasies? ...

We arrived at the club around 11 pm and the place was just starting to get busy. We ordered a couple of drinks and went to the dance floor. My outfit had the desired effect, I saw men looking at me from every corner in the room while I was dancing. Pretty soon some came up to me to dance and chat (or chat as much as you can when the music is blasting ...) with me, feeling me up whenever they had the chance. In the mean time, Bart and Belinda were also going round the room: dancing, chatting with some people, flirting here and there.




Happy Birthday Hubby



Prelude.

Before the children, our sex life was frequent and horny. Athletic would be a good way to describe it. Anywhere, anytime, my cock and her pussy slipping and sliding and pounding. It would start with a look, and before we knew it there she was bent over the back of the sofa with her skirt hiked up and screaming in ecstasy.

Now, after an extended child-related abstinence, my wife and I have just gotten back into the saddle with our love life. It's different; though what we lost in frequency and ferocity has been made up for in sheer loving.

One.

So I got home from work early and instantly knew something was up.

Silence.

No children. No bomb site of toys scattered across the living room.

Hello? I called, but received no reply save the tell-tale click of the lock behind me. I turned to see my wife standing there, her hand still on the latch.

My breath caught, for she wore nothing but a naughty and coquettish smile. Her heels together, her pubic hair trimmed, and her nipples standing to flushed attention; she had a gorgeous hourglass figure, and I could tell that she'd been busy this afternoon preening preparing and pampering herself for this moment. Suddenly I remembered the wild sexy times we'd had in the past.

She jutted her chin at me with a grin and swanked past, catching my hand and leading me to the living room. I shed what attire I could on the way so was topless by the time she pushed me back onto the sofa.

She rubbed her hands up and down my chest, fingernails faintly tracing her lust down to my pants. She unzipped my jeans and pulled out my rapidly stiffening cock, rubbed it a couple of times and then swallowed it whole, drawing back slowly leaving the glistening sheen of her saliva along it's length. She then lovingly nibbled and kissed the head as she untied my shoes and removed my socks. I lifted my hips, gently so as not to disturb the spell of the moment, and without breaking suction she had me completely naked.

I felt her breasts softly rubbing on my thighs as she devoted more ferocious attention to my cock, sucking it greedily, and tried to hold on as those beautiful lips and tits caressed me. I put my hands to her shoulders and said something like Honey, I'm gonna cum but she just grabbed my wrists and held them back firmly to my sides. She looked up at me and spoke into my dick like it was a microphone; You're gonna cum Hubby, 'cos this is Round One, and I really need you to stay hard longer for the next one...

She rubbed and she sucked and she fondled my balls and pressed a finger to my ass and at the vinegar stroke she released my cock with a smacking pop and collected my jizz all over her ample tits.

She stood slowly, smiling impossibly demure for what she had just done, and sashayed all ass-wiggly to the kitchen. She returned immediately with a gin & tonic for me and a towel for herself, and a paper bag. She let me take a sip of the G&T before she offered the bag to me. Your birthday present, honey.

Two.

I couldn't take my eyes off her at first. She had worked hard to keep her figure toned, and now as she cleaned herself of my cum and her moist drippings I was transfixed by her stately body; taught and smooth in the fading light.

She caught my stare – the mischief cavorted across her face once again, and she turned her back to me; an arched brow challenging me over her left shoulder. I couldn't see her hands, but I could tell she had started rubbing her tits. Then her expression changed – a faint glazing of the eyes and a shallow intake of breath – and I knew she had just started on her nipples.

It was torture, watching my wife play with herself but unable to sate my voyeuristic lust by watching the action. She saw my distress and smiled. She stood just far enough away that I couldn't reach her. Something unspoken in her silence told me I wasn't to move from where I sat. I tried to peek around the side but she subtly turned away. My cock was swelling rapidly from it's brief rest, and as I settled my resignation back into the sofa she glowed with a sheer and commanding sexual triumph.

Once she saw that I had become little more than putty in her hands, she slowly rubbed her hands down her body; over her breasts, down the tautness of her stomach. I heard the faint scratching of her fingernails as they combed through her neatly trimmed pussy, and felt more than heard a sharp intake of breath as she flicked across her clit. Yet she continued to smooth her palms down the front of her silky legs. I watched her long skinny fingers wrap themselves around her ankles, and as my vision traced itself inexorably upwards to the place where I most wanted to be. She waited patiently in that position, breathing softly, as she knew the path that my eyes were travelling.

It was at that moment that I saw the jewelled head of a butt-plug cocked jauntily from her ass.

Holey fuck! As I nearly dropped my drink.

She couldn't resist a quick laugh at my reaction, and I saw the plug pulse back and forth before she regained her composure.

Well?

Oh, honey.

She half straightened until her hands were on her knees, then took a couple of small steps backwards towards me. I reached out tentatively and she did nothing to discourage me, so I touched it lightly and gave it a little wiggle. Her moan spoke volumes.

I should explain that in spite of my tactful suggestions over the last few years, she had never consented to anal sex, and aside from the occasional steamy fuck when I'd slid a finger in to provoke a screaming orgasm from her, I had resigned to the fact that it was something which unfortunately was never going to happen.

All that seemed to have just changed.

Three.

My cock was now rock solid. My wife turned and, gently taking the drink from my hand, placed it aside and opened the brown paper bag. From inside she pulled out a tube of lube and dribbled a generous amount onto my raging hard-on. She slipped and slithered her fingers all over the shaft and pulsing head until it shone. Then she swooped close; wiped her hands roughly on my chest up my neck over my face and straddled me with a wild lust that had been missing for some time. She rubbed herself all over me, kissing me violently, biting at my lip and probing with her tongue. I could feel the head of my cock pressing at the kiss of her pussy. The heat of her snatch beckoned me, and I arched my back, lifting my hips to try and bury myself in her sex, but she lifted herself on her knees to deny me the pleasure.

Lubricant was everywhere; from my dick to her hands to my chest to her boobs. She glistened naughtily in the half-light and I tweaked her slippery nipples until she clacked her teeth together at my hands with an animal grin. All the while she kept her slick pussy lips faintly bestride the very crown of my cock.

Satisfied with her total domination of my lust, and I suspect cautious to not fall victim to her own carnal needs, she removed herself from my lap and proffered her ass to me once again.

Take it out, I'm ready.

I gripped the butt plug firmly, the merest act of grasping it sending shivers through her body. Sloooooowly, she moaned; so with one hand on her firm round ass and a twisting motion I gently pulled at the squat steel thing with the other. I watched, transfixed, as the skin pulled taut around her anus. Aaaaahhhhhhhh; a cross-eyed breath more than a moan. I let it go and watched as it was pulled back inside her. Fuck me it was hot, and the tables had now turned on our sex play. Slowly slowly I pulled at it again, pulled until it reached it's widest point, then just as slowly pushed it back. Her hands heavy on my knees, her legs tensing and her breathing short; I watched her quim quiver and splutter over me...

Christ fuck mutha fuck pullit out and stick your big dick in now or it's never gonna happen! She whispered ferociously, Fuck fuck fuckit in my arse!

Well I didn't need telling twice.

Out came the gleaming stainless steel thing, warm and heavy in my hand. Dribbling down the inside of her thigh was the produce of her orgasm. I scooped it up, right up until I brushed her shuddering pussy and used it to re-juice my dick.

She took a moment to calm her breathing, then purred in a husky query You ready for this? In response I gently pulled her hips downward.

Four.

Steadying my cock she lowered her ass until they pressed together impossibly close. I had wanted this for so long, and now my gorgeous wife had organised a front-row seat to the main event. I watched almost in disbelief as the swollen bulb of my dick disappeared into her ass with a silent pop. She pulled away slightly, just so I could see the thin membrane moulded to the trailing edge of the glans. Then I watched as the entirety of my cock slowly crammed into my wife. Jesus. The warmth and the grasp were like nothing I'd ever felt before.

She settled and wiggled into my lap until no part of my dick was left unclasped. Straightening her back and legs spread wide, she asked once again for the bag.

A strange calm came over her. This is something you need to feel. She said.

It feels great.

No no. I want you to feel what it's like for me. She pulled a dildo out of the bag. What it's like for me when I'm being fucked by your big fucking cock. More lube, all over the dong in her hands. It feels so good honey, and I want you to understand what it's like when you're fucking my pussy, she was babbling now, and I love you and I just want you to know how good you make me feel... I felt it alright, I felt her ass tighten even more as she put the dildo to her pussy ...when... just between her lips like my cock had been before, ...yoU... I felt the pressure on the underside of my buried cock as she steadily forced the dildo into ...FUCK... her dripping snatch, until it too was filled to the hilt with...

...ME!

She pulled and pushed a couple of long slow strokes so I could feel every inch of cock inside her pussy. The sensation was incredible, I was feeling my wife being fucked from the inside! I was licking her spine and fondling her tits from behind. Her nipples were like bullets between my fingers. She increased the rhythm as she fucked herself, until she was screaming and pounding at her pussy, the head of the dildo bumping into the head of my cock with every stroke, with only the warm wet layers of her sex to separate them. She bumped and ground and slammed her pussy for me, pulling me further along her own orgasmic spiral than I'd ever been before. One of my hands found its way down to her clit and she was reduced to animal sounds. I felt her hands thrusting the other cock inside her as they banged my fingers against her button. I felt her fullness from the inside. I felt her orgiastic fury as she stiffened to her climax – as she plunged the dildo in as far as it would go – as she held it high inside herself and started it's vibrator and my mind went blank to the world as the relentless buzzing shook us both at her very core...

Five.

The orgasm we shared was like nothing either of us had ever experienced before. We lay there on the sofa, panting, drenched in sweat, senseless to our surroundings until our racing hearts subsided. We cuddled like that until my dick softened in her ass, enjoying the warmth and the afterglow of each other. Eventually we climbed over each other until we lay comfortably on the sofa, and chatted as the cum and sweat dried on our bodies, until ultimately we drifted off to sleep. 

End.



Happy Birthday Hubby!



It was quite a few cocktails and several hours later when we found each other in the back again where it was quieter. When I walked up to the sofa, Bart and Belinda were already sitting there and even though I couldn't hear what they were talking about yet, I saw that Belinda managed to keep her composure.

We stayed in the back a while longer, enjoying each other's company, talking up a storm, drinking our cocktails. Only Bart as the driver had to stay sober. Once in a while we were interrupted by men coming up to us who figured Bart didn't need two women standing around him, but we always managed to get rid of them fairly fast without getting rude.

On the way back home, when it was good and late (or should I say early), Belinda and I were pretty drunk from all the cocktails we were drinking. She and I sat in the back and were getting frisky; kissing and touching each other.

We decided to take it to the next level by telling my hubby together what all we had done when we were kids, about our boyfriends, how we would masturbate together in the room. Bart's questions were finally getting answered and he had quite a few to ask. He had no problem taking advantage of two poor drunken women. We answered his questions as truthfully as we could and Bart's cock was so hard in his pants, it was getting painful.

About ten minutes before we got to Belinda's place to drop her off, I climbed of top of her, slipped my hand in her pants and fingered her to an orgasm while she was pleasuring me.

Bart, who had a good view when he looked over his right shoulder was definitely enjoying the show and took out his cock through his zipper.

But when I saw he was stroking I placed my hand on his dick "Don't waste that cum here, I still want some of that later."

A little later we arrived at Belinda's apartment and I asked Bart to stay in the car: "I'll walk her to her door, you can stay in the car, ok?"

As soon as we were a couple meters away from the car I said: "Did you see that? How horny he was!"

"Yeah!" answered Belinda "that was fun!"

"Tomorrow Bart and I will bring by your car and then we'll act as if nothing happened, ok?"

"You got it!" laughed Belinda "You poor husband won't know what to think anymore."

"Yeah, he'll go crazy alright," I giggled "but next week-end is his birthday ..."

"So are you finally going to release him?" Belinda teased and asked hopefully at the same time.

"Yep, that's the plan. Because I can see I'm not only torturing him with this, but you as well ..."

Belinda blinked at me with a puppy dog look "Who? Me?"

When she closed the door, I staggered back to the car, that cold night breeze was really getting to me ...

"Thank you!" Bart told me when I sat back down.

"For what?"

"For letting me watch ..." he said softly.

I smiled "Oh!! Yeah, you got lucky there, didn't you. I don't think Belinda had planned on that" I lied.

I placed my hand delicately on the bulge in his pants and softly squeezed it, I ran my nails over the ripples of his jeans before Bart asked me stop: "Otherwise I'll come right here in my pants."

I didn't answer, but instead freed his lovely monster tool from its prison and bent over to stick his dick in my mouth.

He held one hand on the back of my head, grabbing my long brown hair while he rocked his hips and told me how hot I looked tonight.

"I saw you getting felt up on the dance floor tonight ... You looked so hot in that outfit! ... were you wet there on the dance floor? ..."

Since I had his cock in my mouth and since I couldn't speak to clearly anymore as it was, I didn't answer him but concentrated on sucking him off. I wanted to taste his sperm so badly.

When he came, he was shooting thick, large jets of cum. The first jet shot straight into my throat and I gagged for a second, releasing his cock from my mouth. The next couple of jets landed on my face and in my hair. He also managed to shoot quite a bit onto my outfit and shoulders.

When I regained control I heard him chuckle: "Damn, you look sexy like that!"

As a reaction I sensually wiped some cum of my face and licked my fingers clean while I heard him groan.

When we got home he carried me like a gentlemen up the stairs and then fucked me like the whore I was. When we are fucking while I'm drunk I like it when he gets aggressive with me. So not only was he calling me a whore, he was also spanking my bottom till it was bright red, bit my nipples really hard and shoved his cock mercilessly hard in and out of my willing pussy. But then he took a hold of his cock, positioned it over my butt hole and penetrated my little rosebud. He gave me only a few seconds to gasp for air as my butt was adjusting itself for the violation it was receiving, before he started grinding his shaft in and out of my body.

My pussy was aching for a little attention. I felt Bart wrap his arms around my hips to reach my cunt, as if he heard it screaming. He rubbed my clit with his thumb while he inserted a finger or 2 inside my hot burning hole while never losing his rhythm in my ass. 

When I'm drunk it takes me a little longer to come, but when I did, a violent orgasm took over my body and I shook uncontrollably with a mixture of pleasure and pain. It sent my hubby over the edge as well and he shot his second load of the night in my tight little ass.

It was well in the afternoon by the time we managed to get the car to Belinda, but judging on her reaction, I think she knew it was going to be kinda late.

Bart hoped to pick up the conversation where it left off the night before, but as agreed, Belinda and I acted as if nothing special happened. The puzzled look on Bart's face was worth a million bucks!

After a Pizzahut and some chit-chatting we were getting ready to go back home.

"So are we coming back together next week-end?" Bart asked.

"No, probably not," answered Belinda "next week-end my parents and sister are coming over for a visit. They haven't seen my new place yet."

"But we'll get together some time after that, right Belinda?" I tried to soften the blow for Bart.

"Yeah, sure. I like hanging out with you guys. Real friends." she answered.

Bart was bummed and slowly headed for the door while Belinda and I smiled and winked mischievous at each other behind his back.

During the following week Belinda and I had phone contact several times a week. Of course, every time the main topic was how we were planning the next week-end and how we could surprise my hubby the most. The planning and taking about our little "get together" always got us hot and horny, so after a while we wound up taking about us, what we were doing, what we were wearing, ...

At one point we wanted to get together again at Belinda's place and fuck each other's brains out like the first time, but we decided we wanted to keep the sexual tension as high as possible so we settled for some phone sex instead.

It was an incredibly sexy sound to hear Belinda moan into the phone while she rubbed her clit and penetrated her pussy. We were both fantasizing about what we would do next week-end so of course, I was double clicking my mouse as well.

Bart's 31st birthday fell on Saturday, but we decided we would carry out our little plan on Friday and release Bart (and ourselves) from our cruel and unusual torture. Mostly because we just couldn't wait the extra day longer anymore, but also because it would heighten the surprise effect since it wasn't quite his birthday yet.

Friday morning Bart and I did our usual morning routine as we got ready to leave for work. I was useless at work though, I couldn't concentrate on my job no matter how hard I tried. It seemed as if it took days for it to become 4 pm and finally send me on my way home.

Traffic was a bitch that evening. When I finally parked my car on the driveway it was well past 5 pm and my husband had already been home for over 20 minutes. He had picked up a kebab (kinda like a subway sandwich but with warm meat) along the way which we eat while talking about the day we passed at work. It was so hard for me not to show my excitement, but I managed pretty well.

After dinner, I made sure the front door was unlocked so Belinda could sneak in around 8 pm, we closed the curtains and snuggled up together on the couch to watch some TV. There was no indication of what I had in store for my hubby.

Belinda and I set a time of 8 pm sharp when she should be coming into the house and where she would find us. A few minutes before 8 I walked into the kitchen to get a snack and called Bart to help me reach something I couldn't reach without climbing on the counter.

When he walked into the kitchen I pointed to a top shelf while standing in front of it: "Can you please grab me that bag of chips there?"

As he reached over me and leaned into me, I reached around me back and squeezed my hands in between our bodies in search for the bulge in his pants.

When I found it, he immediately forgot about my request and lowered his hands onto my tits and started sucking on my neck.

I knew I had to keep him busy like this for a few minutes so he wouldn't notice Belinda walking in, so I started unbuttoning his jeans and playing with his cock under his boxers while he hiked up my shirt over my tits so he was able to cup them better and play with my nipples.

His fingers were squeezing my right nipple when he all of the sudden startled, let go of me and turned his head around.

I knew what was going on so wasn't surprised. When I turned around I saw Belinda had her hands on his chest and was teasing Bart's nipples, before he turned around completely.

All three of us stood there silently for a few seconds, Belinda and I with a smile on our faces and Bart was just in total shock.

He was looking at Belinda's luscious body all over. She was standing in front of him with only lingerie on. She was wearing a red, lacy, push-up bra in which her big D-cup tits were accentuated even more than they normally already are; a matching red, lacy thong with a very narrow middle piece that barely covered her pussy lips and a pair of red fishnet stockings that were held up by her garterbelt. She didn't have any shoes on, so she could sneak in unheard.

Her toe- and fingernails had a pretty, dark red coating on them. Around her eyes she had used a dark eyeliner and her lips were glossy, red painted as well. Her long black hair was curving around her shoulders. In total, she looked very sexy and that red ensemble look was definitely suiting Bart's taste!

After a few seconds, which felt like a few minutes, she placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled his face towards hers. When his lips met hers, they just melted together.

I took a step back and watched them kiss passionately with their tongues in each other's mouths. When they broke their kiss, my husband look at me in disbelieve as I said: "Happy birthday!! How do you like my birthday present to you?"

"You dirty sluts! You've been planning this all along, haven't you?!" he said as he regained self control looking at Belinda and I.

I took another step back closer to him to give him a kiss, tasting Belinda's lip stick on his lips and then whispered to him "I confess, ever since you said you would like to meet Belinda we have been planning this. And you have no idea how much fun we had at it ..."

When I looked back down I saw Belinda had successfully lowered my husband's pants around his thighs and was stroking his rock hard cock gently with her delicate hands while kissing and licking the head of his penis.

Belinda always said she was great at giving head, but until now I had never seen her in action. She slowly opened her mouth and was teasingly biting and licking the head of my hubby's cock before she swallowed his shaft completely into her throat. I saw his 8 inches disappear slowly into her mouth while she didn't even gag once until his shaven balls were hanging against her chin, there where I can only take him half into my mouth.

Once her throat was used to the thick penetrator she slowly started moving up and down on his shaft while my husband ran his fingers through her hair. Soon he was grabbing her hair and face fucking my best friend in front of me.

She stopped before he came though. She pulled her head out of his grip and stood up. She walked over to the couch, swinging her hips over exaggerated, making her ass bounce from left to right while she looked over her shoulder and made a gesture with her finger "come here big boy!"

Belinda laid down on the couch with her ass hanging over the side and pulled her underwear to the side, revealing her puffy swollen lips and sensitive clit. While Bart went to stand in front of her, undressing himself, he watched her stimulate her horny pussy.

When he was completely naked, with his flag pole sticking straight out in front of him, he fell on his knees and helped Belinda take off her thong. My husband replaced the thong with his face and started licking her pussy as if it were honey. He flicked his tongue over her clit up and down and front side to side, stuck his tongue into her hole as deep as he could, licked her pussy lips with his entire tongue while inserting a finger or two into her cunt, ... It didn't take long for Belinda to reach a screaming orgasm.

My husband gently licked her all the way through her orgasm, making sure to catch all her juices with his tongue. When she came back down she begged him to replace his tongue with his cock.

He sat up and looked at me with a wet puppy-dog nose "I can't deny a slut in heat like this, can I?"

"Of course not!" I answered while I sat down on the chair I had taken out and placed a few feet away from them.

He got a wicked smile on his face and turned his attention back to Belinda who had spread her legs as wide as she could in the mean time, granting my hubby all the room he needed to place his large tool inside her candy box.

He rubbed the head of his thick meat over her clit until she was screaming with anticipation and then so very slowly plunged himself into her.

When his cock was completely in Belinda's pussy he leaned over her to give her a kiss, making her taste her own juices while she locked her heels together behind his back.

Bart started thrusting his cock into her pussy which were very deep thrusts with the position they were in. He had redirected his attention to her giant tits. He pulled them over her bra and squeezed and licked them while he fucked her hard.

In the mean time I had gotten undressed and was masturbating while I watched the live porn in front of my nose. Until now, I had never just watched my husband fuck another woman, but I was certainly starting to understand what he finds so erotic about watching me fuck another guy.

With Bart and my best girlfriend being as excited as they were, it didn't take long for Bart to cum a first time. He started grunting loud as he dumped his load of salty semen into Belinda's cum hungry, slutty cunt while she spasmed around his cock having another intense orgasm herself. Watching them climax together, pushed me over the edge too while I had my fingers circling furiously around my clit.

When Bart's semi-erect cock slipped out of Belinda's cunt, she reached around and lovingly caressed his balls and cock. Bart startled her chest and while she pushed her big, natural tits together he pushed his slippery cock in between them.

I had gotten up out of my chair in the mean time and planted my face where my husband's cock was just a few seconds earlier. Belinda rubbed her Brazilian waxed, cum-filled slit over my face, thoroughly enjoying my touch.

After a few minutes of Bart tit-fucking Belinda and me lapping up Belinda's oozing cunt, I decided I wanted to have a little fun with her as well. I took her hand and pulled her up. Bart got the message and got up from her chest.

I guided Belinda through the door and placed my hand on her pussy when he walked up the stairs. She took of her bra that was hanging around her waist in the mean time, so she was now only wearing her stockings and garterbelt. Bart followed right behind us, his shiny cock already almost back up to full strength.

Belinda and I fell down on the bed and got into a 69 position with her on top. I could feel her big tits softly gliding over my belly while we squirmed with delight.

It didn't take long for us to take out some toys and started bringing each other off with it. 

When we started fooling around with the double sided dildo, Bart stopped watching us from in the middle of the room and came onto the bed. He held the giant, thick, rubber rock in place while Belinda and I slid our soaking, slutty cunts over it until our pussy lips were touching each other.

We started grinding on a nice rhythm and my hubby met our trusts by moving the purple dildo back and forth between our bodies.

I completely lost all sense of reality when I orgasmed and when I finally came back down to earth I found myself on my hands and knees. Bart's cock was now in my love cave that was just a minute ago so contently receiving a rubber dick. Belinda had disappeared from my line of sight but I quickly found out where she was, when I felt her long hair brush against my thighs as she positioned her head under my pussy. She started licking my clit and playing with my lips while Bart fucked me from behind. It was an incredible feeling I had never experienced before. After I gushed another river of fluids down Belinda's throat my knees were like jelly and I needed to catch my breath, so Belinda and I switched positions.

Bart was now fucking my best friend from behind while I paid attention to her clit. It was an incredible sight to see his cock slide in and out of her pussy right in front of my nose, while his balls slapped against my face every time he thrusted forward. 

The extra stimulation on his balls made sure Bart shot his second load of the night up Belinda's tight little cunt and they collapsed on the bed.

I came up on the bed to place my head level with theirs and asked "So, do you like my birthday present for you? Was it worth the wait?"

"Best present you've given me so far!" Bart answered with a satisfied smile on his face.

Belinda giggled "You really had no idea, had you?"

Bart shook his head "Absolutely not."

"You have no idea how hard it was for me to wait." Belinda continued "You've got a very cruel wife over there." she said while she looked me straight in the eyes.

"... and he wouldn't want me any other way!" I fell in.

"I'm thirsty!" said Bart all of the sudden "You lady's want something too?"

"Just bring us something" we answered.

Bart headed downstairs and 5 minutes later when he brought up 3 glasses of Martini, he found us embracing each other again.

We literally spend the whole night fucking like animals, taking turns pleasing each other, playing a sex game, trying out various Kama Sutra positions and drinking as we went along.

It was around 4 am by the time we fell drunk and totally exhausted asleep.

Saturday late afternoon, after we slept the whole morning away and just chatting and teasing in the afternoon, Belinda left in her cum stained underwear and with a bathrobe on.

"That was so incredible fun!" Bart said as we closed the door.

"Yes, it sure was," I replied "and I think that from now on, it will be your birthday more than just once a year ..." I said with a wink.

Bart just dreamed away with the prospect of having now 2 sluts for him to fulfill his sexual desires...

If you enjoyed this story and would like to read other adventures with Belinda (as she is now a part of my life again), feel free to send me an e-mail.

Kisses,

Veronique



Happy Birthday! I Think?



"Come on, everybody knows you're a slut! It's not like you're not into guys." I called after her as she walked away. It was my eighteenth birthday, the first day of the school year, and for the last half hour I had been begging Elizabeth Cross to have sex with me. Elizabeth, or Ellie as she prefers to be called, was the captain of the schools cheer team. Every guy, and even some girls, in the school wanted to have sex with her. Her body was a beautiful 34-24-34. In other words, she was eighteen and just about every guys dream girl.

"Did you just call me a slut?" Ellie asked.

"Yeah, I did." I responded.

"Maybe I will have sex with you after all" And then with a giggle, she walked off.

Later that evening, I heard a knock at the door to my room. I opened the door and in walked Ellie as beautiful as ever. She had a backpack with her. 

"What's in the bag?" I asked.

She replied with a "you'll see soon enough" and then pulled my pants and boxers down in one swift and fluid motion. When she saw my dick, she laughed. 

"You were right earlier when you called me a slut. I've fucked over thirty men since I turned eighteen six months ago. But, none of those men had dicks as pathetic as yours. I'm not gonna fuck that, orally or vaginally." She started rummaging through her backpack. "Ah, here it is." She pulled out a blindfold and put it on me. She reached down and pulled a pair of handcuffs out and cuffed my hands behind my back. My dick was rock hard by this point.

"I have a gift for you" She said. I heard her go through her bag again, and then out of nowhere, I felt her fist hit my balls. She hit my balls over and over, until my dick was limp again. Then I felt her put some hard ring-like thing around the base of my cock and balls. I was extremely curious. I felt a tube like thing slide down the exterior of my cock and then I heard a click. 

Ellie took the blindfold off me and I looked down. I had some sort of chastity device on. "That's called a CB-6000s. It's made for guys with tiny dicks like yours. I've put a lock on it, so you won't be able to take it off." She laughed and continued "it didn't matter how big or small your dick was, I was never going to let you stick it in any of my holes." 

She started to take off her clothes. As I watched her strip, my dick desperately tried to get erect but couldn't. When she had finished stripping, she grabbed the back of my head and forced my mouth to her ass. "Lick my asshole, and lick it good" Ellie commanded and I did. After I'd been licking her asshole for a bit, she pushed me back and put a huge ball gag in my mouth. I was so busy licking her asshole; I hadn't even noticed her grab the gag out of her bag. 

"That felt good, but I want to have some fun" She put the blindfold back on me and pushed me onto my back. I heard some movement, then I felt her push my ankles together, and with my ankles in one hand she pushed my ankles toward my head so my ass was sticking up. I felt something hard rub on my asshole, then I felt that hard object enter my asshole. It was huge and painful. I felt it go back and forth, gradually moving faster and faster. 

"How does it feel to have your ass violated by a woman?" Ellie asked. I tried to respond but the gag was so big, all that came out was what seemed like random noise. She continued pounding my ass with her strap on for a few minutes.

I felt the dildo leave my ass, felt my legs being put down, heard some movement, and then I felt something being put on me. Ellie took my blindfold off and I looked down. She had put a strap on dildo on over my chastity device. Ellie climbed on top of me and started riding me. She rode me until she came and then removed my gag. She put her pussy on my mouth and made me clean her pussy with my tongue. After I was done cleaning her pussy, Ellie started packing her things up. After a few minutes of packing up, she started for the door. 

"Wait! You forgot to take off the chastity device!" I said.

"No, I didn't. You're gonna wear that until you apologize for calling me a slut. I have to believe that you are actually sorry. Until then, you are going to do each and every thing I tell you to do." She walked through the doorway, stopped just outside the doorway, and said "Oh, and Happy Birthday!"

I ended up wearing the chastity device until graduation. Over the course of that school year, I had to endure forced feminization, forced bi, male and female gangbang dominations.



Happy Birthday, Jack



"Happy birthday, Jack..." was the first thing he heard that morning, whispered gently into his ear. He responded only with a quiet groan and rolled over from his side to his back, just beginning to wake up that morning. Even though it was his birthday, it was still Friday, which meant he still had work to go to. He lay on his back with his eyes closed as Jane cuddled up next to him, her slim fingers gently tracing circles over his toned chest while her lips touched delicately against his neck and left cheek. She didn't want him jolted out of sleep - just enough stimulation to slowly rouse him from his slumber was her goal. She was shorter than he was: only five foot four to his five foot eleven (and a half on good days), which meant that her forehead was about level with his strong jaw line where she lay next to him. Of course, she picked that spot in order to more or less maximize the range of the sensitive parts of his body that she could reach at her own leisure. 

Her creamy white skin was very soft and very smooth, and felt good pressed against his slim but strong muscles. Her large, soft breasts were squished against him, but their impressive size meant that there was no other option in order to stay that close to him. She didn't mind - she knew he rather liked having a pair of warm, soft breasts pressed firmly against his own torso and abs. Who wouldn't, right? The only other thing he could feel on his skin was her long dark hair gently brushing against him as she caressed and kissed his body. 

He opened his groggy eyes and looked at her adorable face. Bright eyes, plump, soft lips, spread into a cute smile. He looked at the subtle layer of freckles that he loved so much and pulled her face gently towards his own for a long, passionate kiss. Their kiss was long and warm, and Jane found herself pulled into a position on all fours over Jack, her butt in the air and her substantial breasts hanging down to brush against him, teasing her nipples until they became erect and then teasing Jack as her hard, pink nipples traced little lines and curves on his chest. 

After a few moments, she broke the kiss off.

"I'm gonna need my mouth for the next part." 

Jack complied, laying his head back onto the pillow. He had a feeling that he was going to enjoy what was coming next. Part of that feeling was Jane's soft, supple hands touching and massaging his shaft, head, and scrotum, and her lips kissing a slowly descending pattern from his neck down his torso, but he would have complied regardless. Her breasts felt warm, smoothly sliding slowly down his torso and abs as she crawled backwards to align her head with his swelling dick. Her tits passed down his body, and his cock twitched as it slipped between their smoothskinned, sexy mass, pressing her sternum and eliciting a bead of precum out of the tip. She lapped it up in one swirling motion of her tongue over and around the head of his now quite erect cock, finishing with a kiss and a lick from his balls up his shaft to the tip of his head. She spent a few more seconds massaging his balls and leaving warm saliva slicked trails up and down his shaft to make sure he was 100% hard. 

"I hope you don't mind this is only going to be a quick one this morning. I don't want you to be late for work. Consider it a little preview of your real birthday present tonight." She said with a wink. 

Almost without warning he found himself four inches deep inside her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue and lips and warm wetness felt incredible. His cock twitched hard while inside and she hummed loudly on his dick before bobbing her head rapidly up and down his shaft. She was his expert little cock sucker, and she really meant it when she said it was going to be a quick one. He didn't mind, of course. He was too busy trying not to moan too loudly in ecstasy as his cock was subjected to a little slice of oral heaven. 

He loved the lewd, slurping wet noises her mouth made as it bobbed up and down his dick. It wasn't long before her throat was relaxed enough to accommodate him to the hilt, and she used that to her advantage, advancing his orgasm along very quickly. "I'm gonna come soon baby..." was all he really could think to say, and she knew exactly what to do then. She slipped his dick out of her mouth with a sexy, wet slurping noise and he groaned loudly, arching his back to try and reenter the warm, wet hole he had been enjoying. He wasn't dissatisfied for long as she very deftly swung herself around into a 69 position, her big round butt hovering over his face before reinserting his wet, twitching rod in her mouth in a new angle, better for accommodating deepthroat action. 

He started humping gently at her mouth, and she let him fuck her throat as he came, burying his face into her butt, a layer of cotton panties the only thing separating his face from her moistening pussy and round ass. Her upper lip and nose were pressed gently against his scrotum as he emptied his balls into her throat, jet after jet of cum splashing into her mouth and throat. She moaned loudly and swallowed his seed as it came out in waves, and she couldn't help grinding her pussy on his face while his cum filled her mouth. She loved having her mouth used for pleasure so much. She couldn't think about sex without her mouth watering. She reveled in having his dick in her mouth, alternating using and being used for sexual pleasure. Once he finished cumming, she slowly unsheathed his cock from her mouth and gave him a few final kisses on the balls and shaft. 

"Time to get up, Jack. Get ready for work. Hopefully you'll be able to focus without thinking about your real present all day." Yeah, hopefully. 

He sat up in bed to shake the rest of the sleepiness out of his head and caught an eyeful of Jane's rear as she walked to the shower. Even though he was still in the afterglow of blowing a load into her throat, he couldn't resist watching the way her cheeks and thighs wiggled and rubbed together as she walked. She was probably doing it on purpose, too. Her wide hips coupled with her large breasts combined to make a very pleasing hourglass shape. Speaking hourglasses, he was running low on time before work. Damn, tonight will be a good night, though.

Work was more or less the same as it always was, although they let Jack go home early, seeing as he couldn't get the whole day off for his birthday. Not that he was able to get much done that day anyway. He spent most of it daydreaming about getting home and undressi- unwrapping his gift.

Jack unlocked the front door and let himself in when he got home. "Jane, I'm home." He called out to her as he came in, kicking his shoes off and setting his briefcase down. "Hey, sweetie." She replied. He heard her voice coming from the kitchen, so he went in there to greet her personally. He was loosening his tie as he turned the corner into the kitchen and stopped momentarily when he caught sight of her bent over, fidgeting with something in the oven. She was butt naked, except for an apron. He hummed happily to himself and strode up to her, grabbing her by the waist and pressing his crotch against her. He pressed tightly against her soft butt and she was only slightly surprised as his hands wrapped around her hips. 

"Well, good afternoon, Jane." He said to her, and she replied with a sexy "It is a good afternoon, isn't it?" and wiggled her ass against him. She stood up and leaned backwards into him, turning her head to reach her lips upward and pucker for a kiss. 

He hugged her close and kissed her, running his hands up her hips and waist, over her abdomen, and onto her breasts, cupping their fullness in his hands and subtly tracing circles with his fingers around her nipples. They began to swell in response, and she shuddered and broke off the kiss to say "Jack, if you do that I can't finish dinne-".

That was all she could get out before his teeth sunk softly into her neck, nibbling and leaving small bites in a meandering line up to her ear lobe. She gasped as he bit her, overwhelmed by the stimulation of her nipples and the warmth of his mouth on her neck. 

She shuddered as little waves of heat passed up and down her body - up to give her goosebumps and make her cheeks flush and down to settle in a pleasant tingling between her thighs. He moved his kisses downward along her neck, then in a trail down her spine, over her butt, and finally ending midway down her thigh. As he stood back up, he ran his tongue very gently back up her butt and back, making just enough contact to send erotic electricity vibrating through her whole body. She almost lost her balance as her instincts to arch and hump kicked in. Jack caught her in his strong arms and when she was finished gasping and biting her lower lip, she turned around and playfully pushed his shoulder. 

"Jack! That's not fair!" she said with a smile.

"Were you expecting me to resist something you left out in the open just for me?" he said and kissed her again. 

She kissed him, hard, and then returned to cooking dinner. "It'll be ready soon, birthday boy." 

After dinner, they moved up to the bedroom to wind down for the night. 

"So, when do I get to open my present?" Jack asked her. Jane was still wearing just her apron.

"What, this isn't enough for you?" she said with a smile and stuck her tongue out, teasing him. 

"You'd better be careful with that tongue, who knows what I might do with it." Jack said to her and she giggled sexily. 

"Okay, if you're ready for your present, turn around. It'll be ready in a second." 

He obliged and after a few moments of some rustling sounds, she grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. When he turned around, he saw Jane standing there now totally naked without her apron. He took a moment to soak up the visual. Big, soft tits with perky, pink nipples, wide hips, thick thighs, and just the top of her pussy visible, all shaven totally smooth just for him. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He had seen this sight many times before, but it turned him on now just as much as the first time he laid eyes on it. 

What he hadn't seen before was the ribbon tied over her mouth, covering it. It read "For Jack: Don't open until Birthday night!" with a few hearts drawn on it. He smiled and pulled her close to him. Her breasts pressed against his chest and he untied the ribbon. He kissed her deeply, tongues mingling, pushing and pulling against each other. After the kiss, he looked deeply into her eyes and smiled. 

"So, tell me about my present." He said to her. 

"For tonight, consider me your little mouth maid. I'm here to service your every desire. Tonight, this mouth, this warm, wet hole is for your sexual pleasure." 

"I like the sound of that. Are there any conditions?" His cock was growing steadily, and he was about half-mast at this point. She could feel it easily from how close she was to him.

"Mmm... just one. You have to use me to satisfy any and every urge or desire feel. I'm your sexual outlet."

"Just your mouth?" About 75% erect now.

"Of course not, silly, it IS your birthday after all. But I know you, and I know what you like. Of course all of me is yours tonight, but I think I know what you'll use most." She said to him coyly. "Sound good to you?" 

"Mm... I think it does. But, seeing as it's my birthday, I better get into my birthday suit."

He stripped out of his clothes fairly quickly, exposing his naked body. His muscles weren't enormous, but they were defined and strong. His skin was mostly smooth, with very few and subtle blemishes. His rock hard cock was now pointing straight out and slightly up, 7 inches of male glory. His scrotum hung down below his shaft, full, and ready to be emptied. 

"So, what'll it be, Jack?" she said to him, hands akimbo and eyebrow raised inquisitively. 

"We'd better get you warmed up, shouldn't we?" he said and grabbed her shoulders to push her down on her knees. 

She descended readily, and on her knees his cock was about level with her full lips. She gave it a little kiss which turned into a big kiss which turned into long strokes of her tongue up and down the shaft and head. He used her ponytail as a handle to control her head and directed it in a sweeping motion up and down his twitching cock. She licked it obediently until he pressed the head against her lips, prompting her to open her mouth and let his now-saliva-slicked shaft into her salivating mouth. Her tongue was like a wet, sexy shoehorn as he slowly pushed his cock into her mouth as far as she could take it, then slowly out and back in, getting a bit deeper every time. Her mouth was warm, wet, soft, and her tongue wiggled and flexed against his shaft in obvious desire. She fidgeted slightly as he reveled in slowly fucking her mouth.

"I know you want to, so why don't you touch yourself?" he said to her and she took advantage of this invitation readily. 

Her hand moved from slowly caressing his muscular butt to teasing and rubbing her clit. She moaned in erotic relief, closing her eyes and momentarily losing herself in the pleasure of touching and teasing her pussy while her lover fucked her mouth. After a few more moments, her throat was relaxed enough to take most of his dick down her throat while she knelt before him. He pulled out her mouth at this point and pulled her head to face upward at his handsome face. "You know what I've always wanted? A lipstick print in the shape of your lips around the base of my cock. Put on a thick layer of lipstick. Whatever color suits you." She happily stood up and strode over to her makeup kit, bending over slightly as she rummaged through it for her lipstick. He took this as an invitation to grab her by the waist, press his hard, wet dick firmly between her buns and grind against her. She gasped slightly and her resulting horniness made her impatient and she picked a bright red color and put it on quickly and thickly. She turned back around and knelt down in front of him, licking his still hard shaft. "Ready? You've got to take me all the way to the hilt." He said to her, and before he could say anything else she had already taken most of his cock into her mouth and was easily inching it down her throat.

She planted her lips around his cock and against his skin, impressing even herself with the ease she sucked his whole dick into her throat. She left a bright red lip print just where he asked her to and slowly let his cock back out. She looked up at him and smiled. 

"So, what now?"

"Now, I suppose it's time to really get some fun out of you. Lie on your back, with your head hanging off the edge of the bed. I want to fuck your throat." 

Eagerness washed over her and she quickly hopped on the bed on her back, spreading her legs and idly touching herself, her tongue sticking out, waiting. He loved the way gravity affected her breasts, spreading them out and sagging them slightly toward her face. He loved the way her thighs looked with a small sheen of wetness from her pussy. He especially loved the wanting look on her cute little freckled face as she stared as his cock, now hanging just above her lips as he stood in front of her. She licked it a few times, bouncing his boner up slightly each time. 

"Ready?" he asked her. 

She responded with a kiss on the underside of his cock. He slipped his dick back inside her mouth, gave her a few warm up thrusts, and resumed a slow but steady rhythm, fucking her throat. It turned him on so much to watch her tits bounce slightly and jiggle with each thrust. Her fingers touched and rubbed her pussy in desperate desire to maximize her pleasure. He teased her by playing with her nipples as he fucked her mouth, his cock sliding in and out along her tongue, her lips, his balls bumping her nose every few strokes.

After all this stimulation, he was getting very close to cumming, but decided that he wanted to enjoy it for a little bit longer. He pulled out and maneuvered on top of Jane, straddling her breasts as he played with her nipples. "Oh god Jack..." moaned at him as he grabbed a breast in each hand and squeezed her heaving tits against his cock, leaving a mix of saliva and precum all over them. He spent a few cycles alternating the titfucking with rubbing his cock up and down her face, spreading saliva and precum over her face as she desperately licked and kissed his shaft. He'd dip his balls in her mouth and let her suck and lick and kiss them for a few seconds before slipping his cock inside her mouth for a layer of saliva, then go back to fucking her tits. He was building up a nice slick sheen or lubricant between her sexy tits, and spreading out the pre-orgasm pleasure a bit more. 

"Are you just gonna keep teasing me like this all night?" she said, almost out of breath as she touched and rubbed her pussy aggressively.

"Mmm, maybe. Did you want something?" he asked coyly while he fucked her breasts. 

"I want... your... cum...!" she barely moaned out in between breaths. 

This sent Jack over the edge and his cum out onto her face. He came hard, jets of thick semen splashing onto her breasts and onto her face. This was enough to send her over too, and the warmth of the orgasm she had from masturbating herself mixed with the warmth of his jizz coating her sexy, freckled face. They stayed in that position for a few moments as Jack surveyed the results. Two wet, warm tits, a satisfied cock, a beautiful face covered in sticky, wet cum, and an orgasmic afterglow as they panted for breath. 

"You're not done yet, are you Jack?"

"Of course not, it's barely 8:30!"



Happy Birthday Jane



Summers in Minnesota can be so awful humid. I planned on going out with the "girls" tonight. My name is Melissa and this is my story. I have known Amy since I we were eleven. I got to know Jane a few years ago even. Amy and Jane have been friends since the cradle. Jane and I both agree that Amy would be the one we would wind up in jail with and that night we did.

For once I was going to take their lead and do the no bra thing. In the process of getting ready I ditched my underwear too. I threw on a modest black mini skirt, some non descript sandals and a blue tank top. I got over to Amy's just in time to help set up for Jane's surprise birthday party. Afterwards we were supposed to go to Jane's favorite bar for karaoke night.

We had a keg, got supplies to do Jane's favorite shot (Buttery Nipples), mixed up a whap, and of course got the burgers and beer brats ready to go. Most of the people that were coming are mutual friends of Jane's and her cousin Bob's. They also happen to be rowdy men. 

Amy and I didn't let the boys drink until Jane showed up. The first thing we did was all raise our Buttery Nipples in a birthday salute to Jane. Of course we made her drink three in a row just to symbolize each decade she ahs been on this planet.

I guess the shots inspired Amy because before long Amy started nipple twisting Bob and that spread like wild fire during the party. No ones tits were safe. Before long mine were standing up at attention and my pussy started dripping.

Amy has some really trashy neighbors and they were getting mad at the noise we were making. The first time the cops showed up that night, Jane and I had to handle it. Amy was in the bathroom with Bob getting her pussy sucked. We were lucky the cop was an old classmate of ours. Mike decided to let it go with a kiss from Jane and an ass rub from me. Some of the other guys liked that Jane kissed Mike as if she were giving his tongue a blowjob, so they wanted the same thing. Jane happily complied.

I got them to keep it quiet for about two hours and then we got loud again. Mike got called out to Amy's once again. This time he came with his friend Randy. Mike maybe a hot man, but Randy was an instant orgasm, make me want to have your babies kind of hot. This time they insisted that half the guys leave, so that only 3 guys remained. Mike and I headed off to the bathroom for quick titty suck and blowjob. Mike has a nice, clean cock. It isn't to long or overly girthy. I love to give a good blowjob and Mike was ready for my hungry mouth. I licked him from the very tip to his balls. I tongued his hole and form time to time lightly ran my lower teeth under the ridge of his head. Pretty soon he started to cum and I swallowed every drop. His cum is divine and I feel so very naughty with it in my stomach.

Randy took control of Jane, Amy, and Bob. He made Jane spread her legs as he fingered her pussy as they watched Amy suck Bob off in front of him. 

Mike came out of the bathroom and told Randy about the amazing blowjob I just gave him. Randy told Mike to keep finger fucking Jane as he went to go see me.

Randy called me a slut and pulled up my tank top. He grabbed and pulled my pointy half dollar sized nipples hard. He pushed me up on the sink and lifted my skirt up around my hips as he licked my neck. One feel of my bald beaver and he stopped. He then ordered me to masturbate in front of him. I was so dripping wet that I did as I was commanded. He told Mike that he would let him know when Jane and I could cum. By this time Amy had a face full of Bob's secret sauce and so they both watched Jane getting fingered by Mike. About five minutes later Randy gave the order. I saw stars as my orgasm hit. I had never cum that hard before. Randy and Mike left on another call.

After that we cleaned up a bit. Bob droves us to Glueck's for karaoke. We staid until closing time and head back over to Amy's so Jane and I could get our cars. Unfortunately Amy locked her house keys in the house. That meant that Jane and I could go home either because our keys were in the house too. We saw an open window on the side of the house. As the most sober I volunteered to go thru the window. I guess we were too noise and the neighbors called to report a break in.

Randy and Mike showed up just in time to catch me half in/half out of the bathroom window. This time we were got arrested. The guys had their hands tied because they had been called to Amy's three times that night. Bob ran off as soon as they showed up, so it was just us girls going in.

When we got to the station we were each escorted to separate interrogation rooms. I got the luscious Randy. Jane had their boss, and Amy got Mike. They had a video camera going. We each told them the same story about being locked out of Amy's. It turns out we were trying to break into the wrong house. We begged them to let us go. They said they would but only if we would do what they asked us.

Mike has had a hard on for Amy since we hit puberty. Jane likes the lumberjack types and their boss Matt was her fantasy to a tee. Frankly the idea of being Randy's cum slut had my body singing. 

We were ordered to strip naked and leave our shoes on. Jane and I were escorted to a room that had two-way glass. We watch Mike order Amy to bend over the table, her ass facing him. Mike then handcuffed Amy to the table legs, first her arms and then her legs. He then proceeded to pound her pussy. We thought the table was going to break. He wouldn't cum. Finally he pulled his cock out and shoved it in her ass. Amy loves a good ass fuck and this was. She finally passed out she came so much. Mike finally pulled his dick out and put it back in her pussy before she came to. Amy did wake up in time to feel her pussy flooded with Mike's cum.

Jane and I were told that we were going to be fucked until we passed out as well.

We were taken back to our separate interrogation rooms. 

Randy ordered me to suck him off fast. I put my vacuum cleaner mouth on the job. He came quickly and praised me for not spilling a drop. He then ordered me to sit up on the table. I did as I was told. He slowly ran his fingers in up and down my lips, lightly brushing my clit. I had these quick little electric orgasms. He then told me to lick his fingers clean. By that time Randy had hard on like I had never seen before. Between the blowjob and him fingering me, I swear he doubled in girth. It looked like a damn coke can. I wasn't sure it would fit. Randy slowly worked that can in my cunt. I was being stretched and filled like never before. I saw stars by them time he got that monster inside of me.

Randy slowly and deliberately began to fuck my hungry twat. I asked him fill my cunt with his cum. That got him going faster. I told him what naughty, cum hungry slut I am. What finally put him over the edge was when I told him that he would be the first man to fill my womb with cum. He started to pound twat so hard and fast I lost count of how many orgasms I had. Finally he came in me and just the feel of his hot sperm put me over the edge and I passed out. I woke up with Randy still inside me. He then asked if I was on the pill. I said yes. He told me to get off so that we could start having babies together. I came again with a limp dick inside me.

Jane on the other hand never told us what happened to her. She just gets this shit eating grin and doesn't say a word.

Amy's birthday is a few weeks. We are planning on getting together with the guys again. They just don't know that we are planning on playing a Victorian Drinking game called Smile. Hopefully this will get Jane and Matt to spill the beans about their adventure.



Happy Birthday Jessica



'Well that was unexpected...' she said, as she was pushed against the wall. It was true, of all the outcomes of tonight, Nikki really hadn't expected that. This sort of thing doesn't happen in real life, she thought, only in porn or the jaded minds of some Nuts magazine hacks. But then again, porn had to get its inspiration somewhere...

'hmmm' Nikki mused to herself, as she stood laying out potential outfits for the night. She had a choice between three, two of which she'd worn before. The other she'd bought for the Christmas night out, would it lose some of its spark if she wore it before then? She wondered for all of twenty seconds, before remembering who's birthday it was tonight, and then there really was no choice. New dress it would be. Underwear didn't require nearly as much thought, she'd already selected a tiny black g-string and matching black bra. She stood to admire herself in the mirror as she cupped her 38E breasts, idly wondering whose hands could be cupping them later on. She knew there were some hot guys going, and while she never fucked on a first date, there was no harm in showing off two of her favourite features. She had a saying, 'with great breasts comes great responsibility' and that responsibility was to give every guy who looked an immediate throb in their trousers. She sat down to brush her freshly-dyed flame-red hair as it tumbled to her shoulders, checking herself out in the mirror and being very pleased with the results.

Her phone chirped into life by her bedside, the alarm going off reminding her she was running late, and the stack of texts that had built up while she dressed reminding her how good a night it was going to be. 'Cant wait to see you!' read one, 'I'm so glad you're going' read another, and 'did you bring the football?' read one, that had obviously been miss-sent. 

She did a quick double take at the latest one. 'I'm sitting on my bed about to cum...' Another miss-sent? A quick look at the sender answered that right off. Jessica Strand. 

'LOL Strandy I think you meant that for someone else...J' she sent back, giggling as she did so, partly imagining Jessica's embarrassment that a text so obviously meant for her boyfriend had gone astray, but at the same time very aware that the thought of Jessica Strand sitting giving herself a run-through on her bed was tempting her to drop her painstakingly selected ensemble, and start rubbing her clit then and there. But there was no time for that, she had a taxi waiting, and she's cum over that thought so many times that one more or less wouldn't make a difference...no reply to her text back. 

She arrived at the party just as it moved into gear, the music pumping as the assembled company of Jessica's best friends and work colleagues all crowded round to welcome the newcomer. Nikki spotted several staring at her chest and smirked in satisfaction, the dress had definitely been the right choice. Looking around there some good looking guys too, and Sally's brother was there, the one all the girls wanted a turn with. 'hmmm' she thought, 'could I break the rule for him tonight?' she was very aware that the wetness she felt between her legs had only increased since she caught the taxi, and rules were meant to be broken. Plus whoever pulled Sally's brother would be Queen of the Water Cooler come Monday. She strode to the bar for a drink, just about to order when she was urgently tapped from behind. 

'You MADE IT!' came the yelp, as Kellie launched herself for a hug. Kellie was the youngest girl in the branch, and always seemed either ultra-quiet or ultra-loud. Leaning back from the hug it was obvious what her choice for the evening was. Kellie had come to the Bank straight out of school, and her and Jessica had been firm friends since Jessica started at the branch. Yet their mentor/student relationship was reversed from the first night out they'd gone on together. Clutching virtually identical handbags Kellie had hoped they'd both meet perfect boyfriends that night, have perfect dates, and then maybe someday have matching wedding dresses. But all night long, she'd been sidelined in favor of her glamorous companion. Guy after guy came up to check out Jessica, try for a cheeky pinch of her perfect arse, try and say something that would convince her to dance. And the only guy that spoke to Kellie had been trying to get her friends number. Kellie knew she wasn't ugly, she made every effort so that her blonde bob was always perfect, and wore tight tops that displayed her generous teenage 34C proportions. When she smiled and meant it her face seemed to shine, and several of the losers she'd turned down had been quite complimentary of her smile. But somehow it never came together when she wanted.

She betrayed none of the envy and embarrassment of that night tonight however, as she leant back from hugging Nikki. Nikki had become her new best friend since she came to the branch, someone who was funny and popular, and who could be trusted to hang-out with her mates when they were out, not run off with the first guy who came walking up. 'Wow you look AMAZING!' she said, as she looked Nikki up and down, ruefully taking in her curves and wishing, not for the first time, that she could fill a dress like that. All the guys she seemed to attract were losers she wouldn't be seen dead with, or who just wanted to fuck her and then dump her. But she could see the guys in the room looking over with hungry eyes, and if they were looking at Nikki they could be looking at her too. 'Come on lets DANCE!' she shouted, tugging at Nikki's arm and leading her to the dance floor, looking round to see who was watching the little blonde elfin girl and the saucy-looking redhead hit the dance floor.

One watching face she didn't register was the Birthday Girl herself. Jessica sat at a group of chairs, her best friends flanking her on either side, feeling the room spin a little. She'd been drinking all afternoon, a fresh gin and tonic placed in her hand as soon as each one had been emptied. But everyone agreed it had been a great party so far. She had been planning it for the past month, inviting everyone she wanted and seeing the rsvp's pour in. Everyone wanted to come to her party. In amidst all this though, she still worried about everyone having a good time. She knew when people first met her they instantly though 'potential bitch'. She was well aware that being blonde, tanned, and universally agreed as gorgeous seemed to be the recipe for stuck-up attention-seeker. She even limited her dress because of it. She knew she could dress in a tiny miniskirt, and a top that showed off her pert 36B breasts, but she liked that her friends called her 'the classy one' for wearing dresses. And for tonight she'd picked a corker, a mint green Lipsy bandeau dress that hugged her perfect figure in every right way imaginable. And she knew that for a fact, because several people had already said so, one of who's hands had been doing something in his pocket that she preferred not to guess at. Her mother had discreetly sent her uncle home in a taxi after that. Tonight was Jessica's night, and she definitely did NOT need to be embarrassed by family.

She looked over to see Nikki arriving, and made to get up and catch her at the bar before she saw Kellie had caught her. As she made to join them Mark came over, intently looking her up and down before licking his lips slowly. 'Looking good Doll' he said, his mind as easy to read as if his dick was jutting out his forehead. She regretted ever dating him, but it was practically a sin to be single in her group of friends, and he was harmless enough, apart from when he got jealous. She sat and chatted to him, him talking about a job he was applying for and the great time he had at the football at the weekend, but all the time she was watching the dance floor, as Nikki and Kellie laughed and swung round one another. 

'I need another drink' she said, standing unsteadily and waving people away as immediately her nearest admirers offered to get her a re-fill. She strutted toward the dance floor, unconsciously swinging her hips and making every guy there strain to watch her tight curves.

'Mind if I cut in?' she said jokingly as she joined Kellie and Nikki, inserting herself neatly between the still jumping pair. 'Strandy!!!' Nikki roared, her three glasses of champagne she'd had placed in her hand starting to kick in. 'happy birthday!' she said, leaning forward and placing a peck on Jessica's lips. Her eyes widened as she felt a brush of tongue. It was little more than a touch, a flick, she wasn't even sure if she hadn't just imagined it. But a quite peek into Jessica's eyes let her know that it had definitely happened. They broke the kiss, so quickly no one could possibly think it had been anything other than a friendly peck for the birthday girl. But in an instant Nikki realized the text hadn't been miss-sent.

A few months before, Jessica was leaning breathlessly against the cubicle wall in the Chambers St toilets. She put a hand out to steady herself against the wall, leaving a wet palm-print against the gray paint. She hadn't had a chance to clean herself up yet. It wasn't the first time she'd gotten herself off at work, but was certainly the first time it hadn't been over a guy.

She'd loved it when Nikki had moved to the branch. She hadn't had a good laugh in ages, or a good gossip, and Nikki provided both in spades. It was only when they'd started discussing guys and relationships that her thoughts had gone to anywhere other than friendship. Jessica had only ever been with guys, and though the sex was great she'd only ever gone through the usual positions, always in bed, and never done anal (despite some of her more poor boyfriend choices demanding it to the point that she broke up with them)

Therefore it was with obvious shock that her face creased up with when Nikki announced that she'd slept with women. And not only that, had also squirted and had orgasms from anal before. Of course Jessica had heard this kind of talk before, but it was different when it wasn't coming from the internet or porn, but from the living breathing girl sitting beside you. She listened to Nikki's stories with greater and greater interest, crossing her legs to hide the dampness she felt and hoping to god her cardigan was covering her embarrassingly erect nipples. It was then that she started to look at Nikki in more detail, noting her pretty blue eyes, how her nose was perfectly matched to her face, and of course, the ample cleavage that strained at her tight work jacket. She giggled with tension while Nikki smirked at her obvious inexperience, and looked at Nikki's arse as she went to pick up the mail. At that moment a gust of wind blew through the open door, pushing up her skirt for a second, but long enough to reveal a tight black thong cutting her cheeks apart. Jessica imagined what that thong would look like tight against her pussy, and before she knew it she was on lunch, pushing open the door to the toilets and locking the door. She quickly yanked her trousers down, followed by her damp French knickers, before running her palm right over her protruding pink clit. She worked it mercilessly for a few minutes, before sliding her forefinger into her entrance, and pushing it deep inside. She murmured Nikki's name as she slid the finger in, imagining Nikki was watching her and doing the same in front of her. It didn't take more than a few more shallow thrusts before she was coming, her wet sticky climax soaking her hand while she stood and let it shudder through her body, shallow breaths punctuated with moans, and hoping to fuck that nobody came through the door and caught her getting off. But right now she was so horny she'd probably ride the manager if he came through that door. She leaned back and exhaled, knowing she had to go back upstairs at some point. But she made no move to pull her knickers back up...

Jessica turned away from Nikki's querying eyes. 'Awww you look amazing in that dress Kellie!' she said, 'and Sally's brother has been eyeing you since you got here!'. Kellie glowed at the twin compliments, maybe tonight would be her night after all. The three of them stood, chatting and assessing the guys on hand, but only one of them was looking at them with any interest. The other two were trading glances, alcohol fuelling their boldness, before Kellie broke in saying 'Do you honestly think he'd go with me?' indicating Dale, Sally's brother. 'I bet he will' said Jessica, before heading off in Dale's direction, a protesting Kellie trying to hold her back before grabbing Nikki's arm in suppressed excitement. 'Aww' thought Nikki, 'she's so cute when she's excited'. She didn't want to mention that she'd met Dale before tonight, and he'd spent that night staring at her cleavage too. Let Kellie have her moment in the sun, she thought. 

Suddenly Dale was striding over, smiling at Kellie and holding out his hand. She spent four seconds in mock indecision, before grabbing it and heading to the centre of the dance floor, so all could see. She danced as close to him as she dared, waiting for him to make a move on her, and deliberately angling her cleavage so he could see everything, and grinding her tight arse against his crotch whenever she could. She suddenly wished she hadn't worn underwear, so if his hands chanced up he could feel how wet she was, and take her outside like she so fervently wished.

'wow she's really going for it isn't she' Nikki said to Jessica, as they stood beside the bar. The party was definitely in full-swing, people were getting drunk and falling over one another, coming up to congratulate Jessica on her birthday, and in the centre of the press on the dance floor they could see Kellie grab Dale's hands and move them up her dress and onto her arse.

'yeah, I just dunno how into it he is' Jessica said. Nikki turned round enquiringly. 'Well she seemed so desperate to dance with him, I thought Id try and push them in the right direction. But he said he's not really into her. So I promised him you'd give him a hand job later on'

Nikki roared with laughter, causing the nearest faces to turn 'and he agreed?!' 

'of course he agreed, he's not blind, I had to haggle him down from a fuck!' 

Nikki laughed again 'shame you haggled!'

'Had to, don't want to share you with anyone!' Jessica laughed, the words escaping her mouth before she had a chance to call them back. Nikki stared at her smiling, reaching over to her and placing her hand on her side. Jessica still couldn't believe she'd just blurted it out like that, but Nikki was still smiling, and the warm hand on her side gently rubbing up and down was making her clit throb. She quickly flashed her eyes toward the back room before strutting toward there, displaying puzzlement and looking to the casual observer that she'd lost something, and was nipping through the back to find it. Nikki glanced at her phone for a few minutes, before looking around and following Jessica, ready to help her search for whatever she'd lost. 

As it turned out, what she'd lost was her underwear. Jessica wordlessly handed her sodden thong to Nikki as she entered the room, the juice making Nikki's hand slick and the air heavy with the scent of well-lubricated pussy. Nikki raised the thong to her mouth, and her tongue darted out to lick the length of the crotch, tasting Jessica and mmm'ing appreciatively, before dropping it to the floor. She raised her dress so Jessica could see the front of her g-string, before giving her pussy one deft rub through it, the underwear pressing against her own dripping cunt before coming away impregnated with her juice. She moved closer to Jessica and kissed her, but not a kiss like earlier, a deep lingering kiss, while she placed Jessica's hands on her arse and invited her to remove her underwear. Digging her fingers into the straps Jessica slid them down Nikki's long legs inch by inch, looking her in the eyes and feeling her own pussy tighten and squeeze of its own accord. Nikki stepped neatly out of her g-string, only for Jessica to push her back against the door, Nikki shouting out in surprise and then smiling as Jessica came close to her, smelling her perfume and kissing her, while her hands snaked up Nikki's thighs and around the curve of her arse. Nikki reached down and pulled her tits hastily out her top, her nipples jutting forward into the cold air of the room as Jessica's hands continued to massage her, before she stopped kissing Nikki and started to suck gratefully on her nipples, first the left, then the right, hard quick sucks that made Nikki's dripping pussy become a torrent. She grabbed Jessica's hand and rammed it against her pussy, gyrating her hips forward against her fingers. 'Pleeeasee...fuck me Strandy...pleaseee' she moaned in Jessica's ear, and Jessica slid two fingers inside her right up to the joint, causing her to yelp in pleasure. She bucked her hips against the fingers while Jessica's thumb played with her clit, riding them and forcing them in deeper.

'How's that Nikki' Jessica whispered playfully 'Is it good...?' She could feel her own juice running down her leg but couldn't stop herself, she wanted to feel Nikki tighten around her fingers and know she was loving it as much as she was. Nikki let out a low animal moan and her pussy went into overdrive. Jessica had inserted a third finger, and was now banging against Nikki's g-spot. Nikki rode the fingers with redoubled pace, squeezing her nipples between her fingers while she balanced against the wall, and with a deep grind gave a high-pitched squeal as her pussy clenched around Jessica's fingers, trapping them where they were, while she pushed down against them. 'ohm myy goddd' Nikki breathed, as her climax ripped through her, her cum gushing down Jessica's fingers and down her wrist. Jessica leaned down to catch it with her tongue, not wanting to move her fingers while Nikki's entire body quivered around them. Then Nikki sighed as her pussy relaxed, releasing Jessica's fingers. Jessica slid them up her chest, leaving streaks on her dress before putting them to her mouth, drinking the cum and licking every inch off, making sure Nikki could see her smear it across her face. She leaned up to kiss her wetly, their tongues rippling across one another, then breaking to smile at the released tension, now they'd finally done what they'd both been mutually aching to do for months.

Jessica turned to reach for her underwear, getting it as far as her ankles before she was pushed over a chair from behind. She squealed in surprise and delight as Nikki parted her pussy lips and darted her tongue inside her. Her legs were pulled roughly apart and she felt fingers prising her open, giving Nikki better purchase as she tongued her roughly, before licking up to her arsehole, pushing her tongue against it til it yielded to her pressure and she forced it inside. Jessica had never even had a finger up there much less a tongue, and feeling Nikki's tongue writhe inside her arse was driving her wild. Her pussy contracted as it ached to be filled, while Nikki worked Jessica's arsehole and played her fingers along her clit. Nikki groped around behind her with her free hand, and seconds later Jessica felt the cold, hard neck of a beer bottle rubbing against her pussy lips. She moaned deeply as Nikki began to insert it, slowly but firmly, until the neck was fully inside her. Nikki rocked the bottle back and forth, letting Jessica adjust to it inside her, while she snuck her other hand up Jessica's dress to play with her ripe perfect tits. Jessica leaned back on the bottle moaning, and as Nikki turned she was sure she could see a little of Jessica's juice starting to collect inside of it. With that she withdrew her tongue, seeing Jessica's arsehole pucker wetly before she pushed a finger in to replace it. Jessica jolted back again, humping back against the bottle, as Nikki began to push the base with her free hand. 'how much do you want it Strandy...' Nikki purred, and she increased the force with her fingers. Jessica could only moan back as the bottle began to edge deeper inside her, her pussy expanding and sucking against it. Suddenly she leant forward and moaned louder, and Nikki thought she'd hurt her, but Jessica drove her body back onto the bottle, forcing herself down on it and crying out loud as it stretched her to her limits. Nikki could feel her cunt dripping wetly onto the floor as she took in the scene before her, Jessica with her vagina stretched to breaking by a beer bottle and her own finger up to the knuckle inside her perfect little arse. She found herself totally overcome with desire, and lunged forward to tongue Jessica's clit, watching Jessica's cervix contract through the green glass of the bottle. There was no mistaking it now, the steady stream of Jessica's cum pouring into the bottle and starting to pool at its base. Jessica was actively riding it now, forcing herself back onto it, aware of the chance that any of her family and friends could come through that door at any minute, and find her with a bottle wedged inside her tight cunt and her work colleague licking her out and fingering her arsehole at the same time. She breathed in shallow gasps 'Nikki...I'm going...to...cummm....'. another glance at the glass confirmed to Nikki how close she was, her pussy contracting round the bottle so strongly that it was beginning to push it out of her. Nikki judged her moment, and then yanked the bottle out completely, replacing it with her mouth fastened on Jessica's ripe lips and her tongue probing hard inside her. She gripped Jessica's thighs, her fingers digging into the soft tanned flesh, and Jessica bucked and thrashed as she came, her climax screaming out of her, and a steady gush of fluid erupting from her pussy and down Nikki's throat, making her gag as her mouth overflowed and Jessica's squirt jetted all over her face. Nikki felt herself achingly close, and worked her own pussy frantically as Jessica continued to squirt, finally coming herself as Jessica's last spurts went into her mouth, the sweet liquor coating every inch of her throat and tonsils as she drank it all and panted hard.