0 comments/ 26907 views/ 1 favorites The Birthday Gift By: ruralgoddess It had been a great birthday. Drew's family had surprised him by throwing him a party, and his wife, Celia, had made sure it was truly a surprise. There were lots of presents, but the best one was a card from his wife. Inside had been a certificate claiming that for one evening, Celia would do anything he wanted. He knew she had meant she would go to a ball game with him and pretend to enjoy it, or let him host poker night at their house and not complain about the smell of cigars, or something like that. They'd had a decent sex life for the 10 years of their marriage, and Celia even gave him head more frequently than most guys he knew got it. But there was one thing she had never let him do. "I know what I want," Drew told her later when they got home. "What?" Celia asked. She was willing to grant him anything, she thought. She prepared herself to say she would happily welcome all his buddies for a poker game. "I want to cum in your ass." he said boldly. "You said whatever I want. And what I want is your sweet, tight little ass wrapped around my cock." "Oh!" Celia gasped. She tipped her head to the side and looked at him. She had always been a spitter. "Don't you want me to suck your cock and make me swallow you?" "No," he said. "I want to fuck your ass. You promised I could have whatever I wanted, and that is it. Now either you'll let me have it or I'll take it, it's your choice." Celia looked up at Drew. By his slightly narrowed eyes and the determined look on his face, she knew he wasn't kidding. She decided to go along with him for the moment. There was always a chance she could talk him out of it. "Okay," she said resignedly. "Good," Drew answered her. "You're going to let me do it tonight. Now take off your clothes and get on your knees facing the mirror. I want to watch your face when I slide myself into your tight hole." He watched her undress and then took off his own clothes after she was kneeling on the bed. His cock was already hard at the thought of sinking it into her ass. Celia watched Drew as he got up behind her. His cock was swollen as big and hard as she had ever seen it. She flinched as he rubbed it between her ass cheeks and down between her pussy lips. "Mmmmm...." Drew said tauntingly. "You're already wet. You like the thought of me fucking you there, don't you? This is going to be so good." Then he surprised Celia by getting down and licking her pussy from behind. He took his time, running his tongue between her lips and up the crack of her ass to rim her before going back and sliding his tongue as deep into her wetness as he could and fucking her with it. Drew could feel her getting wetter with his thorough tongue lashing. He pushed a finger between her swollen pussy lips and began sliding it in and out of her as he returned his tongue to her little snug hole. She had not minded a good rimming now and then, but had never let him penetrate her there. He could feel his cock dripping pre cum as he slid his tongue inside her puckered hole for the first time. Celia was enjoying all the sensations as Drew licked her slit and fucked her with his finger, but she wasn't sure about it when he pushed his tongue into her ass. It didn't hurt, but it was a little uncomfortable. She didn't want to go on, but she knew she had to. She didn't want the alternative of him maybe tying her up fucking her in the ass anyway. Drew began sliding his finger up to her ass each time he would pull back from her pussy, spreading her own wetness all over her as he prepared to take the next step. He wanted to take this slow. He wanted to be able to have her like this again. He got up on his knees and pressed his cock up between her lips, his pre cum mixing with her juices. His cock was so stiff at the thought of entering her forbidden zone it was almost aching. He slid deep into her with the first stroke. She gasped at the force of their joining, but got quickly into rhythm with him. Drew put his hands on her hips and pulled her to him, pushing her away to slam back into her with each stroke. He watched her face in the mirror, and knew she was loving it. "Ohhhh, yessss..." Celia began moaning. "You're so hard, baby." "This is getting to feel too good," Drew thought, and pulled back. His cock was slick, coated with her stickiness. Celia sighed as they lost contact, then she remembered what else he had in store. She moved forward a little, but he pulled her back to him and said, "Oh, no, baby, we're going to do this. You said anything I wanted, and I'm not letting you go back on it now." He placed his cock at the entrance to her ass and pushed, just a little. "Unnnggghhhh..." Celia groaned, but he pushed a little more and suddenly he was past that first resistance. She cried out as he popped inside her and tried to move forward again. She whimpered as he started to push inside her more, but he wasn't going to stop now. Drew held her tightly by both hips and kept pushing into her very slowly. He pulled back just a little and gathered up some more of her juices to spread on his cock, then pushed back into her. He kept pulling her back on him until finally he was all the way inside her tight ass. The sight of himself buried between her ass cheeks was almost enough to make him cum already. He held steady for a minute, giving them both time to recover. "Ohhhhh..." Drew heard Celia groan again, "Fuck, baby!" He looked up at her face in the mirror. Her face was twisted up and he knew she didn't like him being there. He wasn't going to give up though. He was going to cum in her ass at least this once. He pulled out a little and then pushed back into her all the way again. The next time he pulled back a little more. He heard Celia groan again, but this time he wasn't sure if it was pain or pleasure, or maybe a little mixture of both. He only knew how hard he was, and how badly he wanted to stroke all the way in and out of her. He pulled back and pushed her forward at the same time, until he was almost all the way out, then brought her back quickly, his cock sinking in to the hilt. "Oh, fuck, it feels so good!" Drew thought. He watched Celia's face as he impaled her again and again. He watched her expression change from agony to extreme pleasure. "Oh, yes, fuck my ass!" Celia cried out. "I want you to fuck my ass so good...." "Rub your clit." he told Celia. "Rub it good, baby. I want you to cum with my dick buried in your ass." "Yes, Drew, yes...." Celia moaned as she began rubbing on her swollen clit. She couldn't believe she was liking it, but she did. His cock felt so tight in her ass, she just wanted him to keep fucking her like that. She could feel her orgasm quickly building. She was going to cum hard, she knew. Drew was pounding into her as hard as he could, pulling her hard against him with each thrust. He could feel Celia's spasms begin... She moaned loud and long with her pleasure. That was too much for Drew. "Oh god!" he shouted. He felt his balls bunch up against the base of his cock, and his cum exploded into her tightness. His whole body shook as he filled her ass. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he emptied his balls into her. As soon as Drew let go of her hips Celia collapsed underneath him onto the bed. As he moved over to collapse on the bed himself, she rolled onto her back and smiled. "Why haven't we ever done this before?" The Birthday Gift I am a divorced woman in my thirties living alone in the house I got in the settlement. I am not into dating and certainly not interested in getting into the fighting and squabbling of married life again. I have satisfied my sexual needs with a very convenient arrangement. About six months ago I needed some work done in the house, electrical and carpentry that was beyond my abilities. I found a handyman jack-of-all-trades on the internet, and he was perfect. He did all the jobs I asked him to do for reasonable fees. He is tall, strong and muscular. OK, maybe not the brightest bulb in the lamp, but polite and easy to deal with. I called him by his first name, John, but he insisted on calling me Mrs. Anderson. One day I corrected him, and said "If I can call you John, you can certainly call me Susan." From that day on, he did address me as Susan, and we became more and more comfortable with each other. I am sure you can see this coming, but I didn't. One day we brushed up against each other in the hallway, and he put his arms around me. I wasn't sure how to react, but he was sexually attractive to me. He tentatively touched my breasts and I didn't object. OK, I thought, if you can fondle me, I can fondle you. I reached down and touched the bulge in his pants, and realized it was the longest penis I have ever felt. "My, what a big penis you have." I murmured. "All the better to fuck you with." he answered. "Am I going to have to pay you for this service, too?" "Well, I have thought about charging by the inch, but that would be very expensive. So I will just include it as part of my normal fee." The light-hearted banter set the tone for our sexual relationship, which seemed to be perfect for him as well as for me. We fucked like zoo animals that night, and now we have a regular twice a week session which is exactly what I need. No dinner and a movie, no dating games, he just fucks me. My next door neighbor is also a divorced woman, a little older than me. I don't have much to do with her; we just wave when we see each other. She has a daughter in her early twenties, still living at home. Her name is Lucy, and we became friends in spite of the age difference. On nights when I am not getting fucked into a coma by John, I like to sit on my patio. I frequently saw her doing the same thing at her house. One evening I called over to her "Come on over and have a glass of wine with me." She did, and we talked into the night. This became a regular thing, when John was not visiting me. I could go on and on about the many nights we sat and talked, but I want to get to the point of this story, which I am sure you will find more interesting than our girl-talk. We talked about every subject, from politics to sports. Naturally, eventually we got to sex. I was not ready to discuss my arrangement with John, but I did tell her about my marital difficulties. She opened up too, and talked about her unsatisfactory sexual experiences. She is taking courses at the community college, and also working full time, so she does not have a lot of free time. I asked her about her sex life, and she responded "I have had exactly three dates that culminated in sex. I was a little embarrassed and ashamed of myself for doing it. It was quick and not very exciting." "Didn't they do anything that turned you on?" "No, not really. And I was too shy to do anything except lie there." "Why don't you just ask for whatever you want?" "Oh, God no! I don't want some guy to think I am a slut or something!" After she went home that evening, I sat up for a while thinking about her. She will put up with anything, even not being sexually satisfied, to keep up her All-American girl next door image. I chuckled at the thought, because she really is the girl next door! A week later we were having our wine and conversation when she mentioned that it was her birthday in two days. "That's great. I hope you have plans to celebrate." "No, I will just come home as usual. No big deal." "Isn't your Mother doing something for you?" "No. She will probably get me a card like she always does." I thought that was awful. Why doesn't her ignorant mother arrange a party? Or at least do something to acknowledge the day. Late that night I came up with my own plan. I wanted to give her a present, and I want to sexually liberate her as well. If she was as open about sex as I am, I think she would be happier. My plan of course involved John, and I discussed it with him during his visit the next day. I explained how uptight she was, and so unfulfilled. My idea was to arrange a completely anonymous encounter with John, where she would not be too modest to get whatever she wants. I thought about the Gloryhole scenes I have watched on the internet, where a woman gets to do anything she wants with a stiff dick that appears through a hole in the wall. The woman is totally liberated because there is no one to judge her, but I am not about to cut a hole in one of my walls. My solution was to blindfold her, and for John to do anything she asked without any conversation or social interaction. John said "I suppose she is so ugly that this is the only way she can get laid. Why should I do this?" "No you idiot, you are mistaken. She is a young, slender, beautiful woman. She could be a model. After you do this you are going to owe me big time!" "What about if she wants to do something really kinky? Like chew on my balls or something." "Look, John. I sincerely doubt there is anything that you haven't done. She is a tiny little thing, and if she gets too wild and crazy you can protect yourself." He was skeptical, but he agreed. We set it up for the next evening, the night of her birthday. That evening I knocked on her door, because I was not sure she would appear on her patio. "Come over for some wine and enjoy your birthday with me. Don't just sit here alone." She smiled and agreed, and we walked together to my house. After a perfunctory glass of wine, I proceeded with my plan. I had John hiding in my bedroom, and I told him to strip down. I had instructed him to comply with Lucy' desires but to keep his mouth shut. "I have a gift for you, and it is a big surprise!" She giggled, and said "I like surprises, but you don't need to give me anything." "Yes I do. And to make sure it is a surprise, I am going to blindfold you." She was amused, but a little reluctant. "Hold still. Let me put this on you. Trust me!" I blindfolded her with a silk scarf, being careful to make sure she couldn't see anything. When she was comfortable with it, I said "OK, Let's go." I led Lucy into my bedroom carefully. I didn't want her to trip or stub her toe since the blindfold made her helpless. John was standing by the bed, completely naked with a raging hard-on. As we approached John, I took Lucy's hand and placed it on John's hard shaft. I said "Here is your surprise Birthday gift!" Lucy was indeed surprised and just stood there grasping John's cock. She finally said in her best little-girls voice "Oh! Is this for me?" We both giggled at that, but John followed my instructions and remained silent. I said "Yes, Lucy. This is your Birthday gift from me. This will be totally anonymous; you will never be formally introduced to the man. There is no need for modesty, embarrassment, shame or guilt. You can do anything or have anything you want." She was quiet for a minute or two while she investigated his cock. She felt the head, tracing around it with her fingertips. She explored the length of it, all the way to his balls which she caressed. Then she began to stroke it expertly, with the classic jack-off stroke. She knelt down in front of John, and tentatively touched the head of his cock with her tongue. Then she got serious and took as much of it in her mouth as she could. She slid it in and out or her mouth while she stroked the rest of it with her thumb and forefinger in a circle. Just as I had expected, the blindfold helped free her of any inhibitions, and apparently what she wanted was to make him cum in her mouth. She was doing a good job of getting him there. She couldn't see what she was doing, but she certainly knew how to handle a cock. "How do you like your present?" I asked. She pulled it out of her mouth and said "It's beautiful. It's so long! And so hard! Did you mean it when you said I could have anything I want?" "Of course I did. It's your Birthday. Enjoy yourself." She paused, holding on to John's cock. I have never measured John, but I am sure he has nine inches or more, about average in thickness but much longer than average. Lucy's small hand with her slender feminine fingers wrapped around the meaty shaft made it look even bigger. There was an awkward silence as I waited for her to say or do what she wanted. She seemed deep in thought for a moment, and then whispered "I want to be cornholed." I blurted out "WHAT?" She must have thought that I didn't understand her, which of course I did. I was just surprised by what she asked for, and how she asked for it. That is not a word that proper young ladies like her uses. She tried to explain, and in a voice so low I could barely hear her, she whispered "I want it up my ass. I have fantasized about it for years." John's eyes were wide open with glee, and he looked like someone had just told him he won the lottery. He maintained his composure and did not say a word. I said "OK. Lucy. If that is what you want." She started to strip off her shorts and halter top, and kicked off her flip-flops. I raced to the bathroom and looked for anything that might be helpful. I finally found a jar of Vaseline. Old school, but it will work. I came back into the bedroom just as Lucy pulled off her panties and climbed onto the bed. I took a gob of Vaseline and put it on John's rock-hard cock. I put most of it on the helmet-head, and then put the rest of it on the shaft. Just to make sure, I stroked it from the head to his balls. I was afraid he would shoot his load so I stopped, and motioned for him to climb on the bed. He did so, and moved into position over Lucy, who was lying face down, totally submissive. I don't know if she read this in Cosmo or what, but she knew to reach back with both hands and spread her butt. She revealed her moist pussy-lips, and her tiny pink asshole. What a scene this made. Lucy's beautiful, slender young body waiting patiently to be impaled by John's stiff cock. He placed the tip up against her asshole, and it completely covered and concealed it. The head was glistening with Vaseline and some seminal fluid that had seeped out. He started to push, but it would not go in. His muscular glutes tightened up as he applied more pressure, and suddenly the head disappeared. Luck exhaled sharply with a grunt. Her anus was stretched and forced open, but she did not give any indication she wanted him to stop. Her asshole was stretched around the shaft as tight as a rubber band. He had no intention of stopping, and he pushed again and a couple more inches slid in. Lucy whimpered, but she continued to cooperate by spreading her butt-cheeks for him. She let go of one cheek, and touched his cock. She felt it from his balls to where it disappeared up her asshole. I guess she just wanted to know how much more there was for her to take. There was a lot. John was concentrating like a man on a mission. Lucy resumed her welcoming pose by spreading her butt as far open as she could. John methodically pushed into her, little by little. I kept thinking that was all she could take, but each time I was wrong as it slid in deeper. This was the most exciting, erotic scene you can imagine, and I had a front row seat. The best porn video does not compare to being up close and personal with two naked people having anal sex. Unfortunately I could not see Lucy's eyes due to the blindfold, but the expression on her face was calm, peaceful acceptance of John's stiff cock sliding up her asshole. The fantasy that she had been imagining for some time was now really happening. John was so aroused I was surprised that smoke wasn't coming out of his ears. His eyes were focused on the spot where about half of his cock disappeared into Lucy's butthole. Lucy was spreading her girlish butt to help him but it seemed impossible for the rest of it to go up her tiny hole. Where there is a will there is a way, and John kept working it in, easing it into her a fraction of an inch at a time. He wiggled it from side to side, searching for the path of least resistance, and then he gained another quarter inch. Each time she received a little more cock, she made a whimpering sound. It was such an erotic scene that I had to get involved. I thought about trying to lick his balls or finger his asshole, anything to participate. It would have been too clumsy and awkward, so I decided against it. I was very aroused as I watched the process of penetration. I tried to imagine what it felt like to Lucy, with the smooth pink head of his cock exploring deeper and deeper into her GI tract. I wondered if it felt like this when she imagined it during her fantasy. There is no hair or dark skin around Lucy's asshole like there probably is around mine. It is nestled in the crack of her smooth, silky white butt cheeks. All that I could see is the pink ring of her anus gripping his cock. John pushed a little more in, but it seemed to hit something inside her that obstructed it. I expected that to be uncomfortable for her, but she was not to be denied and she whispered "Push harder." He did, and miraculously it went all the way in. John's big hairy nut-sack pressed up against her pretty butt. I tried to visualize how far up in her stomach the head must be, and as I dwelled on that image I pulled my jeans and panties down. I did not expect this to turn me on this much, but it did, and I began to masturbate. Now that John finally accomplished full penetration he could start to fuck her. Her tight asshole prevented any fast moves, so he gently and I might even say lovingly pulled out a few inches, and pushed back in. He kept up a steady rhythm as I finger-fucked myself, and Lucy quietly accepted his poking and prodding. She was breathing heavily through her mouth, but still gave no indication she wanted him to stop. I stroked and rubbed my clit, Lucy kept perfectly still, and John pushed, prodded and slid the entire length of his cock into her while he hovered over her. This continued for several minutes, with the only sound being the squeaking and creaking of the bed frame as he humped away. Suddenly a change came over him, as he tensed up and held his breath. I knew what was coming (ha ha) but I don't know if Lucy did. Some men just dribble and ooze, some spurt a little, but John was like one of those super-soaker squirt guns the kids like. He pushed up against her butt so hard his ball-sack flattened out. That must be uncomfortable, but it didn't faze him. He bellowed like a barnyard Bull and blew his load. Lucy gave a series of exclamations "Oh! . . . Oh! . . . Oh! . . . Oh!" I was sure each sound was a reaction to a warm spurt of semen squirting forcefully into her. I knew from experience what John's ejaculations were like, and I bet this was even more than the usual amount. He pressed tightly against her while he finished. This was more than I could take, and I had an explosive orgasm myself. Then all was quiet again, until John began to stir. He had been lying on top of her, resting and recovering. Now he lifted up on his elbows and knees again. He started to slide it and out of her, with the help of the lubrication from his cum. Unbelievably, he was fucking her again! There were some wet, squishy sounds because of the huge load of cum in her asshole, and he fucked her hard and fast. I was awestruck. In just a few minutes he slammed up against her butt again and blew another load. In a matter of three or four minutes he injected her twice with his love-juice. This has to be the best Birthday present she had ever received. I guess he was finally satisfied, because he withdrew slowly. When the head came out, her asshole was still open, and probably permanently stretched out. A little trickle of cum ran out and over her pussy lips. He got to his feet, and I walked with him to the front room as he carried his clothes. I helped him get dressed and walked with him to the door. I said "OK, now I owe you big-time! You did it just like I asked you too, and kept your mouth shut. Come over tomorrow night so I can pay you back. Wash that thing good and clean, because I want to suck you off tomorrow." "I will, but I really want to do to you what I did to her. I just found out how good it feels to put it up a woman's ass." A thrill went though me like an electric shock. So he wanted to fuck me up the ass with his cock-monster. At my age, that was the only thing left that I hadn't already done. Well, I thought, if it didn't kill little Lucy, I guess I can take it. He let himself out quietly and was gone. I went back into the bedroom, and found Lucy sitting on the edge of the bed with the blindfold off. I sat down beside her, and gave her a hug. I said "Happy Birthday, sweetie! I hope you liked my gift." "I have never felt anything like that before. I will never be the same." Well, your asshole will never be the same, but I didn't say that out loud. She must have read my mind, because she reached down and first put one finger, and then two fingers up her asshole. When she pulled her fingers out, they were creamy white with cum. "I guess I am open for business now." she said with a giggle. "I didn't know it would go into me so far. And I didn't know he would pump so much stuff into me. Do men usually do it twice like that?" "No, that was a rare event. You now have a lot of him still inside you. His protein and DNA and living microscopic sperm, swimming around like tiny tadpoles." She was still naked, and obviously still aroused. As she pondered what I had just told her, she started to play with her pussy. The thought of all of his living jism up in her stomach was turning her on (and me too!). All modesty was now gone, as she masturbated right in front of me. I said "Let me help you" and moved to my knees in front of her. I have never had a lesbian experience of any kind, but I had a strong urge now to eat her pussy. I put my hands on her knees and spread them apart. I moved toward her, and the fragrance wafting from her pussy was like a bouquet of flowers. She protested "No. Wait, I don't know. Stop." As soon as my tongue touched her pink pussy lips she stopped protesting. I ate her pussy like it was the best dessert in the finest restaurant in Paris. I was intrigued by how anally erotic she was, so I slid my middle finger up her wet and wide open asshole. I explored her cunt and tasted her juices, and then I started to flick her clit as hard as I could with the tip of my tongue, finger-fucking her asshole as I did it. She had a convulsive orgasm, with her legs flying and her arms flailing as she pressed her cunt up against my mouth. I thought she might suffocate me but she finally collapsed back on the bed. I climbed back on the bed beside her, and we embraced. She murmured "That makes two things I have never done before." "Well that was a first for me, too. I wanted you to get off like I did watching that long cock slide in and out of you." "Thank you. I feel better now. I have never had that done by a woman. You knew just what to do" Changing the subject, I asked "Where did you ever hear the expression 'cornholed' used for anal sex?" She replied "I'm sorry, now I am embarrassed. Did I make a fool of myself?" "I will explain. As soon as I was through with High School and ready to go to College, my Mother started to lecture me about having sex. She said she didn't want any accidental grandchildren to take care of. She used that word, and she said if I was going to have sex, I should tell the guy to 'cornhole' me. At first I didn't understand, so she explained it very graphically. I was shocked and mortified, but she said that was what I should do." The Birthday Gift "The thought of a hard penis being pushed up my ass filled me with mixed emotions. Fear, disgust, curiosity, and desire, all at the same time." "I never did have the nerve to say that to the few guys I did have sex with, so I never did it, but the idea was planted in my head. It became a recurring fantasy, and I couldn't stop thinking about it. I created an entire script, like a screenplay, where I would lay face down and a muscular, hairy man would put his penis up my butt. I would play the script in my head when I masturbated. I would even lay face down when I did it, to make it more realistic. I would have intense orgasms when I imagined what it would be like when he would ejaculate in me." "The word became a trigger mechanism. Just thinking about the word made me hot. And if I said it to myself out loud I immediately wanted to play with myself." "In school or at work I would drift off into the fantasy, and I wouldn't get any work done. My panties would be so wet that I could smell it, and I was afraid other people could too. When I got home I would strip down and lie on the bed, face down, and visualize being fucked in the ass." That explains everything, I thought. The blindfold removed any need for her to be modest, or to be concerned with how the man might judge her. He was an unseen, unknown entity, and his stiff cock was hers to do with whatever she desired. The fantasy in her head came to life, and she had no inhibitions about asking for what she really wanted. "So, now that you have finally experienced it, how do you feel?" "Well, my fantasy guy was not as large as my Birthday gift. Even in my wildest dream I never had it in me that far. I am a little sore and tender, but I have never been so satisfied. I think I will go home and sleep for ten hours." I helped her get to her feet and slip on her panties and shorts and halter top. Next came her flip-flops, and I walked with her to the door. I kissed her like I have never kissed a woman, and she kissed me back so I knew it was OK. She asked if we could do this again sometime, very nonchalant, as if she was saying we should get together for lunch someday. You little whore, I thought, of course we can. Maybe next time we will tie you down to the bed as well as blindfold you, just to make it more erotic. "Sure we can, sweetie. Call me or I will call you." I watched her walk across the lawn to her front door. Now that both Lucy and John were gone, I fixed myself a light dinner and went to bed. I was like a little kid, excited on Christmas Eve about what was going to happen tomorrow. I explored my asshole for a while, pushing my finger in and out. I imagined John's cock going into me with some apprehension. But remembering how Lucy took every inch of it with pleasure, I started to look forward to it without fear. I slept pretty well, and woke up early with no alarm clock. I dressed and went to my boring office job, but I couldn't keep my mind on work. I left at 3:00 saying I didn't feel well. I stopped at a drugstore and purchased a couple of small squeeze bottles of sex lubricant. When I got home I decided to get ready for John's arrival. He is very punctual and always shows up at 6:00PM. I showered and shaved everything that needed it, and trimmed my bush into a little moustache. Then it occurred to me that maybe I should get clean on the inside, too. I don't know what the etiquette is for anal sex, but it seemed like a good idea. I found my old douche kit, the kind with the big water bottle and the long vaginal tube. I filled the bag with warm water, and got on my hands and knees in the bathtub. I inserted the tube up my asshole as far as I could, and unclamped the hose. I forced myself to hold still and take the entire bag into me. I sat on the toilet and let it out. What came out of me was pretty disgusting so I decided to repeat the process. The next bag full was a little better, but still kind of gross. I thought I should keep going, and after the 5th bag the water came out of me as clean as it went in. I got back in the shower and paid extra attention to my crotch. I thoroughly washed all the cracks and folds of my pussy, and washed my asshole, even trying to get soapy water up in it a little. I rinsed and toweled off, and felt that I was as ready as I could be. It was close to 6:00 now, so I laid face-down naked on my bed and waited for John. I thought of one more thing to do to get ready. I took one of the lube bottles and put the tip up my asshole. I squeezed it and emptied the full bottle into me. I thought it would be a bit much if I was face-down waiting for it when he walked in, so I sat on the edge of the bed. I was as nervous as a school-girl. I always leave the front door unlocked and John lets himself in. I heard the door open and close, and John came into my bedroom. He stripped off his clothes and sat on the bed beside me. His cock was only half-hard, so I began to play with it. He asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this. "No, I am not totally sure. I have never done it, and your cock is getting bigger by the minute. I might not be able to take it all." He said "Look, your friend Lucy is all of about 98 pounds, and she took it all." "Right, but she has been eager to do it for years, and with her it was mind over matter. She just willed it to happen. She emptied you out so completely last night that I am surprised you can even do this." "Don't worry about that! I replenish quickly. I will pump so much cum up your ass that you might be able to taste it." The thought of that took away all of my reluctance. I wanted it in me. I said "God, I hope so. Please give it to me." His cock was now as hard as steel, and he said "OK, I am ready if you are. But you can't ask me to stop half-way. That's not fair or reasonable. If you do, I will just pin you down and keep shoving it in." I realized I was past the point of no return, so I climbed onto the bed and lay face-down. "Where is the Vaseline?" he asked. "I took care of that another way. Just go slow!" There is no need for hugs and kisses, or even much foreplay, our relationship is not love and romance, it is just sex. Neither one of us said another word, but we both knew what to do. I spread my butt like I saw Lucy do, and I felt the tip of his cock touch my asshole. I was quivering with anticipation but I kept still. He started to push and the tip went into me. There was a brief moment of discomfort, but once the head was past the tight ring of my anus, the spasms subsided. All of the lube inside me allowed him to slide into me with one smooth, continuous push. When I felt his balls press against me I knew I had the entire length of his shaft in me. Surprisingly, I could still breathe. He didn't have to work it in a little at a time like with Lucy, but in spite of my age my asshole was virgin and tight. It felt like I had a policeman's Billy Club up my ass, but it was much more pleasant than that. His cock was stiff but more flexible and natural feeling than a hard wooden rod. The feeling of the smooth head and the bare skin of the shaft were more exciting than anything I had ever experienced. I wanted to break the silence, so I asked him "How does it feel?" He is not the most eloquent man I have ever met, but I don't get together with him for conversation. It's his marvelous cock and incredible stamina that I want. He answered simply "I am going to fuck your asshole all night." That's fine with me, I thought. I am usually very proactive during sex, but I had a different reaction to this. I just held still and surrendered to it. He humped me with a steady rhythm, and he slapped up against my butt with each stroke. I don't have a skinny little butt like Lucy. I am not fat, but I am a mature woman, and my ample butt-cheeks gave him a soft landing that inspired him to go faster and harder. As I said earlier he is all muscle and testosterone, and I felt dominated. He must have thought that I still might try to stop him, so he hooked his feet over my ankles to trap them, and put his strong hands on my shoulders to hold me down. I had no intention of escaping, I was in heaven. I have never felt so penetrated, so full of cock and so completely fucked. I didn't say anything; I let him hold me while he continued to steadily fuck me. My idea to put the whole bottle of lube up my ass was genius, because he was now pulling all the way out, stopping just before the head popped out, and pushing all the way back in up to his balls. He didn't last anywhere near all night. He made noises like he was in pain, which I knew he wasn't, and started to cum. I felt his cock pulse and twitch, and he shot his load into me forcefully. I have never felt a man's cum gush into my vagina like that. I was ecstatic. He collapsed on top of me, huffing and puffing. He started to withdraw, but I said "Wait! Don't pull it out. Remember you said you wanted to do it to me like you did Lucy. Just rest a few minutes and when you are ready you can start over." As big and strong and manly as he is, he usually does what I tell him. He didn't answer, but he did keep his cock all the way in me. It stayed nice and hard which felt nice. I reached back between my legs and caressed his heavy testicles. Just like magic, he came to life and began again. My asshole was as wet and sloppy as a whore's cunt, and he went at it vigorously. Just like with Lucy, his second load came quickly. He slammed into me, and I felt just as much this time as the first. John is a virtual cum factory. We stayed like that for a few minutes, and then he did pull out. Just like with Lucy yesterday, some cum leaked out and dribbled over my pussy. I looked at his cock, and saw that it was coated with cum, and a big gob was on the head. I was on it like a chicken on a bug, hungry for it. I had a brief thought that it might not be a good idea since it had just been up my asshole. I remembered how clean I had gotten myself, so no worries. I licked the creamy gob off of the tip, and sucked and licked him clean. We stayed in each other's arms for probably a half-hour, like lovers and not just friends with benefits. John never lingers for small talk, he got dressed and I walked with him to the door. "You are probably going to become a real ass-hound now, aren't you?" Showing his country roots, he said "I reckon. But I doubt that you will mind." He drove away, and I was alone in my house again. I went back in my bedroom, and remembering what Lucy said she did, I lay face-down on my bed and masturbated until I had a satisfying orgasm. That's a good reason for Lucy and me to team up on John again. One to take it in the ass, and the other to eat her pussy. I was not ready for sleep, I thought about the changes in my life the last two days had brought. I am certainly not a prude, but I had never thought about trying anal sex before this. Watching Lucy get 'cornholed' as she calls it, had really turned me on. I had never licked a pussy before, either, but I loved doing it to Lucy, and I hope to do it again. Taking it in the ass myself was the biggest change. It was the most intimate, erotic sex I have ever experienced. Feeling his cock up inside me so far, and feeling it throbbing and pumping his living semen into me was the most intense experience of my life. I began to plan the next interlude. I will talk to Lucy and see when she would like to come over and meet the mystery-man who had inseminated her. No blindfold this time, she will have to grow up and take responsibility for her sexual preferences. I knew that John would be available. I will tell him he has to take turns with us. No favorites. I know he won't mind. The Birthday Gift Disclaimer: This is a personal story. Though it may sound ludicrous at times, it is true. I have changed all the names of the participants but mine, for the sake of privacy. I am not proud of it, but I will share it anyway. Comments are very welcome. Since English is not my native language please excuse some spots that might read awkward. ***** Hello, dear Literotica readers. Let me introduce myself. My name is Annie and I am 27-years old. I live in the capital of an Eastern European country that I will not specify as it has nothing to do with the story I am going to tell. I graduated with honours my Masters and immediately started looking for a job that would suit me. It took me half a year to find the right one, but it was like a dream come true - one of the large business law firms in the city, specializing in corporate law. I was assigned as a junior attorney in the team of Irene P. - a corporate shark and a legend that young students like me looked up to. Just forty-two, she had built a formidable reputation as an invincible corporate lawyer who always gets the job done. To my surprise I quickly found out she was an outright lesbian and she was not trying to hide it. Anybody who had ever tried to make silly jokes about it sooner or later regretted it - she had destroyed careers and lives for stupid jokes about her sexuality. Standing at 5 feet 3 inches, she was gorgeous - straight blond hair cut at shoulder length, toned body, and the most amazing ass I have ever seen - a perfect, tight peach of beauty, round and juicy. I think I fell for her the moment I saw her. Yes, I almost forgot to mention - I am a lesbian too. I am almost 5 feet 8 inches and as I play tennis two times a week my body is in great shape. I have a long dark-brown curly hair that falls almost to my cute little ass. Working for Irene was tough and challenging - but I liked it. Soon, however, she realized I worked so hard for something more than promotion. I admit I was like a little puppy around her, trying to guess every task before she even mentioned it. Irene did not get in the position she was out of luck - she reads people better than anybody else I know. About four months after I started working for her, at the end of a working week she confronted me. By this time I had fallen in love - completely and utterly, like a stupid teenager. I had no choice but to tell her the truth - I knew I was not clever enough to outsmart her. To my utter surprise she did not get mad or fire me right away. Instead she just ordered me to wait for her outside the main entrance of the building we worked in. She drove me to her apartment and then fucked my brains out - literally. There was a new agreement between us. She made it plain and simple that I could not expect any special attention at work because we were together. She expected me to work as hard as before. She also asked me if I was afraid to come outright as a lesbian and her lover. Are you fucking kidding me?! To be Irene P.'s lover and to be ashamed of it? No way! It felt like heaven! She said she admired my will to work harder than the guys in the office and my intellect. She told me though that she did not believe I was going to be a good corporate lawyer because I had too many scruples. I took that as a compliment of sorts. Out of the office she was so caring and confident! We could talk for hours and she did not assume the mentor role - she treated me as an equal in everything but the work. And the sex - oh, my! She tapped right into my issues. I have always felt slightly submissive and Irene in turn was dominant. Very dominant. She just fucked me the way I wanted to be fucked and went further. She introduced me to anal sex to my huge delight. She introduced me to threesomes - some of the most fantastic sexual memories of the past year and my whole life actually. Then I found out about her scat fetish. She had tried golden shower on me and I had no problem with it. Then she talked me into trying scat and I agreed. Of course, she was the dominant partner. At first she pooped on my stomach or my tits. But the progression was fast - soon Irene wanted me to take it on the face, and I could not disagree. I want to get that straight - I do not get pleasure from being pooped on. But it brings Irene such satisfaction and it is such a huge turn-on for her that I am happy to let her do it. And though you might be shocked, after the first couple of times I got used to it - believe it or not, it is not as horrible as it sounds. Irene's birthday was fast approaching and I had no idea what to buy for her. I mean she had everything she wanted materially. Besides, she makes at least ten times more money than I do. So I decided to be honest with her again - this is what she likes most about me. I told Irene I was not going to buy her a present. Instead I would fulfill her one wish, whatever it was. My proposition came after she had fucked me wildly yet again, so the sexual undertones of the idea were evident. One week passed, then another, then her birthday came and went. She asked for nothing, I almost thought she had forgotten or was giving me a pass. I admit I was a bit disappointed because I had spent a lot of time wondering what she would come up with. Then the Friday after her birthday came and the waiting was over! Irene had gone out of the office for a business lunch and later texted me she was not coming back until the end of the working day. I still had a huge pile of documents to browse through, so I had my hands full for the day. Midway through the afternoon I received a text from her: "Come to my place 9 PM tonight. Dress casually. Time to fulfill your promise!" My heart skipped a beat. Oh, yes! She did not forget! I was in for another wild night, I knew it! I could hardly concentrate for the next couple of hours and lousily left most of the job for Monday. I hurried home and took a long shower, then a light snack. Time was dragging like hell - finally I took a taxi at 8.30 and headed for Irene's apartment in the suburbs. She opened the door with a warm smile on her face, basking in all her glory. God, she was gorgeous! I stepped in and immediately sensed a different scent. I had been at Irene's place tens of times, I knew how it smelled, I knew how SHE smelled, every single perfume of hers. No, there was somebody else. A threesome? Oh, I loved her! Irene and a friend of hers had DP-ed me once with strap-ons, then took turns using my body as a rag doll for hours. I could hardly walk for the next couple of days - it might have been the best fuck of my life! "Come on in, sweetie", she said in her warmest voice. "I want you to meet someone." She lead me to the large living-room and stepped away. A hot looking woman was sitting in one of the armchairs, probably Irene's age or there about. She was petite in every sense of the word - no more than 5 feet 2 inches, subtle shoulders, slender body, almost child-like feet. She had a stunning long blond straight hair falling freely all the way down her back. Yet there was something in her look, some aggressive, cold demeanor that I instinctively did not like. She was petite, but still she looked like an Ice Queen. "This is Tolia. She is Russian and she is the wife of one of the large construction entrepreneurs in the city. Tolia is an old friend of mine. We go a long way back!" "You have fucked, you mean", I thought to myself but said nothing, just nodded. Strange, Irene was usually not into bisexual women. "Nice to meet you, Tolia", I said politely, trying to break the ice. "Hi.", was all she said back, and she did it as if it was taking all the effort in the world. So much about breaking the ice. "Tolia and I share the same fetish", Irene continued. "I found you, sweetie, and you fulfilled my dreams. Tolia did not have this luck. Up till now. I want you to let her poop on your face. It will bring me great pleasure and it will mean a lot for me." I had imagined Irene asking me to do a lot of things - this was definitely not one of them. I was shocked, aggravated, panicked. I looked at her with my mouth wide open and stammered: "Can I talk to you for a second, please!" "You are sure this is what you want me to do?!" I whispered once we got in her bedroom. "Irene, are you serious?! I don't know this woman!" "I know it is a lot I ask" she responded calmly. "But you made a promise. I really want to see it happening. I will cum right there! Of course, no one will force you do it, sweetie. But I want you to!" Snap! There was the trap closing. I had no way out. "But I want you to!" There was something about the way she said it that made my knees weak. I cannot explain it. She took my face in her hands and kissed me - a passionate, deep kiss. Fuck, why was she such a good kisser? I could not deny her anything when she kissed me like that, not even the most atrocious thing. "OK, love, I will do it. For you!" She smiled, satisfied. "Get undressed and grab a towel. I and Tolia will wait for you in the big bathroom." She gave me a playful slap on my jeans-clad ass and left the room. What was I doing? Surely I had to back off! Stop this debacle before it was too late. Yes, it might be the end of my relationship and probably my career in the firm, but still! I had graduated my university with honours and I was working so hard! I did not spend the last seven years for that to happen! "You got yourself in this situation, hon" I told myself. "This is not Irene. It is you. You are to blame for all this. Now go in the bathroom and take what you wanted! You deserved this with your recklessness!" I slowly undressed and looked in the mirror. Nice shape, good looking. Just a normal 27-year old woman. Or was I? What was about to happen was somehow out of the boundaries of normal. I took a deep breath and headed for the bathroom. It was a large room, very stylish with douche cabin next to the door, a large bath tub to the left. There was also a very big mirror to the right, covering most of the wall. Tolia was already stark naked, waiting for me close to the toilet. Her body was perfect - she looked like a gymnastics champion, not a single extra ounce on her toned body. I slowly approached her, filling kind of strange. I was literally towering over her, probably 6 or seven inches taller. Well, not much good, since I was going to submit myself to her in the most horrible of ways. She looked at me and nodded: "You have a very nice body, do you train?" Her accent was very heavy, though our languages are relatively close. It was sexy, sultry, provocative. What was wrong with me?! "Tennis, twice a week" I responded. She nodded again. "Look, I like things to happen my way. This...", she paused "will happen my way. You have a problem with that?" "No." I said quietly and looked at Irene. She was leaning against the bathroom door, enjoying the view. "Good. Get on your knees." I did what I was told. She paused for a second and made two steps to the left turning her back to me. This way her ass was facing the large mirror as well. "She wants to watch it" I thought. I positioned myself behind her, my face a couple of inches away from her buttocks, slightly under the crevice of her ass. This way she would poop on my nose and cheeks and hopefully no further. "I want you to lick me first" she said in a much milder way, as if asking a friend for a favour. Give her a rimjob? No problem. Her sweet little ass was more than inviting. I slightly opened her peachy cheeks and began sliding my tongue all the way up and down her crack. She grasped for air and moaned loudly. It was just a tease - my tongue quickly found its mark and began licking her rosebud frantically. "Oh, my God!" she exclaimed in a surprised voice. "What is it" I thought "you did not expect me to be this good?" And then I felt it - her anal ring slowly began opening for my tongue and I knew she was ready to defecate. I quickly withdrew my mouth from her anus and went back a little lower. Here it comes, my degradation at the hands of a total stranger. I closed my eyes and just waited. "You are not in the right position, honey", she said. I could sense the sarcasm in her tone. I slowly opened my eyes, my face inches away from her ass. Her anus was now wide open, forced by a large, thick dark-brown poop coming out about two inches. She slightly bent her knees and opened her legs just a bit wider, positioning herself right on top of my mouth. Her intent was now more than clear - she wanted me to take it in my mouth. NO WAY! I panicked and then turned my face towards Irene. Her eyes were wide open, nervously biting her lip, barely able to control herself from pushing her hand in her panties and masturbating feverishly. She nodded at me in approval and encouragement. Filthy slut! She wanted me to succumb to this, to be disgraced by her friend in this horrible way. I should have stopped this right there, right then. I did not. My knees were glued to the floor, my eyes fixed back on the large turd, popping shamefully from the Russian's violated rosebud. "I don't do this with Irene" I stammered. Well, that was a stupid thing to say. I realized how pathetic I must have sounded trying to talk my way out of this. "You will do it with me, honey", Tolia responded huskily in her heavy Russian accent. There was no sarcasm in her voice, anymore - it was just lust. "I want you to stick your tongue out and lick my shit. Slowly." This was not happening to me. I love to be dominated, to be called names, I like the rough play. But this was something else - this was plainly degrading. Yet I felt like I was under some sort of hypnosis. I love Irene, I really do - and I did not want to disappoint her. I know it may sound ridiculous, but at that crucial moment this was the only coherent thought in my head. The rest was a mess, a catastrophe of emotions and shame. I looked up at Tolia and then stuck my tongue out. I barely touched the poop with the tip of my tongue, wary of the taste. It was bad, but I expected worse. I could take it, I could endure. My tongue was followed by my lips which sealed around the poop. I began licking and sucking, as if I was giving a blowjob. I looked up at the Russian's face. Tolia's eyes were wide open, she was breathing heavily. I realized she was surprised, even shocked. She had wanted it, but she had thought I would back off. And now she was getting her darkest, deepest fantasy fulfilled. She grabbed by pony-tail and growled "I want your lips around my asshole, slut!" I obeyed instantly, my mouth now sealed to her anus. And then she began pushing. I knew she could well control her bowels by the way she had stopped pooping precisely when she wanted. Now my lips were where she ordered and Tolia was ready to give it to me. Oh my God, she was defecating in my mouth! And I was just kneeling behind her, taking it like an obedient girl! She pushed slowly, trying to enjoy the moment as long as possible. Her feces filled my mouth, I barely controlled myself from throwing up. But she was nowhere near finishing. The turd just kept filling my mouth, sliding on my tongue. This thing was huge! When my mouth was full I pushed my hands against her buttocks, trying to stop her. "What is it honey, are you full?" she asked in her maddening sarcastic Russian tone. But she stopped and turned her face around to look at me, a wide satisfied grin on her face. She was still holding my pony-tail tight, firmly in place. "Look at your honey, Irene! She can't speak - her mouth is full with my shit!" I thought I would start crying then, I felt so ashamed, degraded. I felt like a creep. "It's ok, little girl", laughed Tolia and released her grip. I immediately moved to the toilet and spitted all the feces out as fast as I could. Thanks God the poop was still thick and solid and I could manage in just a couple of seconds. "Hurry up, baby girl!" ordered Tolia as I was turning towards her. She was still defecating, her next turd already half way out. "You don't want that drop on the floor, do you? Hurry up!" Without even thinking I positioned my mouth under her, taking her shit as if it was the most delicious thing I would ever have in my life. She didn't hold my head this time - she did not need to. Tolia knew I would do anything now - I was just broken. "Such a good little baby girl" she teased as she finished, my mouth full again. She looked mockingly at me and she farted - right in my face - and she laughed heartily. "We are not finished yet" she said in a satisfied tone, posing with her butt stuck out against the mirror. "Why waste toilet paper when I have you? Come and lick me clean!" I did not protest, though it was ludicrous - my tongue had shit all over, how I was supposed to clean her? But I kneeled behind her and started working - my tongue painting slow circles on her anal ring. "Oh my God, Irene she is perfect! What a slut! You've trained her so well!" Tolia moaned, her orgasm building fast. "Baby girl shit slut!" she shrieked and came on my face hard, collapsing on her knees. I opened her sweet little ass cheeks and continued tonguing her rosebud. "Ok, slut, I am done!" she whispered and moved away from me. I could not believe how quickly she regained her composure. She just stood up and looked at me - with a bit of surprise and disgust. She was the Ice Queen again. "You realize you are a worthless slut, don't you?" she said in a calm, harsh voice. I stared at her in shock, my chin dropping low. "You just let a total stranger shit in your mouth. I wonder what your Mom would say if she could see you!" I could not believe my ears. She was not kidding - she was destroying me right there, in front of my girlfriend. "The next time you try to be all grown-up and tough, think of the moment you begged me to stop shitting in your mouth because it was full!" Tears overtook me and I started sobbing on the floor. Why was Irene silent, why did she not step in? I did not realize she had left the room, probably masturbating in the bedroom after Tolia finished off. The Russian turned around and headed for the shower. How did I let this happen?! The Birthday Gift Kurt was not the most handsome man on the planet. But he was a kindhearted soul who was always willing to help out his fellow human being, male or female, and always felt for the underdog. For the former reason, people liked him and enjoyed his company. For the latter reason, Kurt felt sympathy for the girls in the secretarial pool, and would always go out of his way to make things easier for them or praise their work. They really worked their buns off and received little thanks or appreciation for it. So he would personally thank them for the things they did and try to help them out whenever he could, even though it wasn't work that directly affected him... at least, at first it wasn't. It's not surprising, then, that when Kurt's office was moved directly next to the secretarial office, they welcomed him with open arms. And when it was announced his job would now be to oversee their work, the secretaries knew they'd finally gained an ally at Global Electronics, Inc. When his new position was announced, it was met not only with warm enthusiasm from the ladies, but they immediately gave him a small party to welcome him to their under-appreciated little world. Their best friend had now become their kindly boss, and the four women could see a light at the end of a very long tunnel, knowing Kurt would make their daily lives a bit less miserable. And it really did turn out to be a mutually rewarding relationship. As expected, they all got along famously, and working together became a pleasant experience for them all. However, despite the workplace friendships, Kurt didn't even attempt to date any of the four women in the pool. Not because of his authority over them, but because he was a shy man, slowly approaching forty years old and certainly no Don Juan. The only reason he had the few female friends he had was because of his giving personality, his quick wit and infectious sense of humor. So, it came as a great shock to him when one of his secretaries, Amanda, approached him one day saying the girls in the pool had noticed his birthday was coming up and that they'd planned a party for him. Blushing shyly, he was both flattered and touched. His shyness caused him to initially decline the party, not wanting to put anyone out on his account, but Amanda would have no part of a refusal. "You've done so much for the four of us, Kurt, that we want to do something nice for you. Now, the party is this Saturday at my place. Be there at 8pm. No excuses, now... we expect you to be there. If you refuse, you'll hurt our feelings. " Again he began to protest, but Amanda aimed a stern finger at him and stated firmly, "You have no say in this. We will not take no for an answer. Be there... or else! I mean it. " The finger continued to shake warningly in his face until he relented. He knew any further resistance was futile. Besides, he secretly wanted to go. He accepted the travel directions she gave him with a resigned sigh... and an internal smile. Saturday it was. Saturday turned out to be a warm but dry summer night. He drove the almost thirty minutes to Amanda's apartment with a tune on his lips at all times. He really liked these ladies and wondered what it would be like to associate with them on a more informal basis. Amanda's apartment turned out to be in a very nice section of town, and when he found her building, he parked his car as close to it as he could. With a bounce in his step, he searched for her apartment number as he almost skipped from door to door. He found it, took a deep breath, and walked up to the door with the big "3B" on it. As his knuckles rapped on the buzzerless door, he wondered what it was going to be like dealing with these lovely ladies on other than workplace terms. He put on his most affable smile... and tiny dribbles of sweat escaped from various pores throughout his body. The door opened and Amanda stood in the doorway, holding a black piece of cloth. But the focus of attention for Kurt was her outfit. She was dressed to kill. She wore a mid-thigh loose- fitting red skirt with a black low-cut blouse - which showed her ample cleavage nicely - and the smoothest and sheerest fishnet stockings he'd ever seen. Her stockings meandered pleasantly down into a matching pair of red high heeled platform slides. Amanda was in her early twenties and a tall, statuesque woman. She always looked good, but tonight she was nothing less than fabulous! Kurt had to catch his breath for a second, before the word "hi" could escape his lips. Amanda, smiling, ushered Kurt inside, but stopped him just inside the doorway. Closing the door behind him, she would not allow him to advance any further. She brought up the black cloth she had in her hand and notified him that it was a blindfold. Laughing nervously, Kurt asked what it was for. She told him that he had to wear it until he got to the living room, because the girls had a surprise for him. Blushing again, he tried to fuss a bit, but Amanda was adamant. It was either the blindfold or no admittance to his own party. Pushing easily past his weak protestations, she quickly tied the blindfold around his head, making sure his vision was totally masked. She then led him around a couple of corners to her living room. She ushered him to a specific, and prearranged, spot in the living room and told him that for the moment he had to sit on the floor at that spot. He laughed nervously again, but let her help him sit in the designated spot. Once seated, he realized there was something firm behind him which he could lean against, and he did so. Sitting patiently, he waited for what would come next. After a few minutes, he asked, "Um... is anybody else here?" He heard stifled giggles and turned his head, straining to hear more. "All four of us are here, Kurt. Hang on just a minute. We're still fixing up your surprise. " "So, who else is here?" he wanted to know. "No one," said Amanda, "it's just us and you. This party is strictly from the four of us to you. " "Oh," Kurt replied, not knowing whether to be flattered or disappointed. After a few more minutes, Amanda announced, "All right, we're all set now. Hold still while I take your blindfold off. " Amanda untied the blindfold and Kurt's eyes adjusted to the light. He sat with his back against a love seat, and before him was a coffee table with a large box on it, apparently his gift since it had a huge bow on it. The odd thing was that the bow was facing him, not on the top of the box! Beyond the table and the oversized box with the bow, the other three secretaries, Anya, Judy and Kay, sat side by side on a long sofa, facing him. With the box between him and them, and himself sitting on the floor, Kurt couldn't see them completely, but he could tell something was very odd. The three of them were sitting on the sofa with a blanket covering their legs! A blanket - in the middle of summer! And, unnervingly, all three of them had ear to ear grins plastered on their faces. And it was only after noticing the women's legs covered by the blanket that he also noticed that the reason the bow on the gift box was facing him, was because the box was apparently laying on its side, with the top of it aimed toward him. His "gift", about hree feet wide and maybe a foot and a half high (the depth he could only guess at, but it appeared maybe again another foot and a half deep), was seemingly positioned for him to open from the side. Amanda gestured, and the girls all giggled together a hearty "Happy Birthday, Kurt!" "You can open your gift now, Kurt," Amanda said, "but don't get up off the floor just yet. Slide forward and open it from the side. " "Yeah, Kurt," added Kay,"c'mon.. open your gift. It's from all of us. " That remark elicited another chorus of giggles from the secretaries. The fact that they were all enjoying themselves so much said to Kurt that something was surely up here. They were just beside themselves with glee. Maybe it was a gag gift, he thought. Everyone knew Kurt loved a good joke, so maybe that was it. He sighed and decided he might just as well find out what all the giggling was about. He slid forward until he was sitting in close proximity to the box. He reached for it, somewhat apprehensively. As his hands worked at removing the lid, he glanced somewhat nervously up at the girls on the sofa, and over to Amanda, standing a few feet away. Slowly he managed to work the lid off, glancing from one pair of mischievous eyes to the next. The lid seemed to pop off almost all at once. The lid still in his hands, Kurt stared into the box at his birthday "gift"... and a half dozen emotions scurried through his brain at the same time. He froze there, surprised, mystified, flushed with excitement... The box was empty except for something that immediately got him aroused. The bottom of the box had been mostly removed, one long, large hole at it's center. Poking through that long hole were three cheerfully wiggling pairs of feet, belonging, of course, to Kay, Judy and Anya. Kurt stared at the playful feet, his face getting more flushed by the second. The girls, including Amanda, laughed with glee at Kurt's embarrassment, but moreso at his poorly hidden excitement. No longer needing the ruse, the three on the sofa flung off the blanket covering their legs. It had only been there to hide the fact that their legs went into the bottom of the box. They watched as Kurt fumbled for words, stammering out feeble protestations, and looked totally flustered... but was smiling all the same. Amanda finally took pity on him and sat down next to him. She kissed him gently on the cheek. "Sweetie, we've known about your foot fetish for months now. " She smiled at him and tried to make him feel at ease. " I found one of your footsie magazines in the drawer of your desk when you were moving into your office. I needed some white out, went into your drawer... and... there it was. Don't be embarrassed. We're all open-minded here, and we're all your friends. With all the nice things you've done for us over the years, we decided we wanted to really do something nice for you in return. And this is what we came up with. Our birthday gift to you is our feet. Tonight, you can have your way with our feet all night long. And, well, we've got a few ideas of our own... a few things we're gonna do to you with our feet, too. So, Happy Birthday, Kurt. Our feet are all yours. Now, to start things off, pretend that those thirty happy toes in your gift box are your birthday candles. You lean right in there, get up nice and close and blow on them. They won't blow out... but they'll certainly wiggle for you!" "Yeah, cutie... c'mon, blow out the pretty candles. " squealed Anya. "Let's go, birthday boy... blow nice on my painted toesies. " added Kay. "Here boy... " was all Judy said, an evil grin wickedly curling the edges of her mouth. Kurt looked at Amanda for a second, and saw support and acceptance in her eyes. He then looked at her three accomplices and saw more glee than anything else. He felt safe in their friendship. And, though still slightly embarrassed, he felt that if the cat was already out of the bag, it might as well enjoy it's freedom. Smiling sheepishly, he looked once more at Amanda, who'd already gotten up and was now standing next to the coffee table... removing her shoes. Finishing that, she walked over to Kurt, pushed his head gently from behind toward the frisky feet, and said, "Blow, birthday boy. Let's get your party cooking. " Grinning, excited, sweating, and in a daze, Kurt leaned forward to blow out his candles... and as his puckered lips moved in to blow, a fourth pair of feet, in fishnets, poked through the bottom of the box and joined the others wiggling happily in his face. Kurt's heart was pounding with excitement as he leaned forward toward the now forty dancing toes. He stopped to marvel at the luscious soles and toes of the gorgeous feet before him. From left to right, Amanda's fishnet clad peds, then Anya's bare lovelies, followed by Kay's beauties in extremely sheer and seamless mocha hose, and lastly Judy's bare and beautiful gems. Kurt could only sigh to think that for the first time in his life he could actually live out some fantasies... and with not one, but four incredible pairs of feet! It so happened that Kay's mocha hued piggies were closest to Kurt's lips as he leaned forward to "blow out his candles. " His first attempt to blow on Kay's feet resulted in his being too short of breath from the excitement to accomplish anything. So, relaxing a little, he made a second attempt. Still trembling with excitement, he gently put the fingertips of his hands on the insteps of her feet. He inhaled deeply and then released the air vigorously between his puckered lips. Even this second attempt lacked "candle extinguishing" force, but his third attempt made Kay's toes wiggle with glee. He then moved to his left, repeating his puckering and blowing for Anya's bare toes, then left again for Amanda's fishnet toes, and then all the way to the far right for Judy's bare treasures. He was a little winded by the time he was done... but the girls were beside themselves with mirth and merriment. "Good job, birthday boy," said a still toe-wiggling Kay, "Now all the candles are out, so it's time to eat your cake. " They all chuckled, including Kurt. "You're welcome to start right here," she added, "if you want to. " With that invitation, Kay started rubbing her nylon-covered feet together and flexing and stretching her toes. Kurt got just a bit shy again and flushed a bright pink. Kay took no notice of it, intent on getting things started. Kurt said "Um... sure... ok. " "All right!" Kay cheered, and the other girls high fived her. "Now we're cookin' But, first, let's get rid of this box. " "We can always save it and reuse it for Kurt's birthday next year!" Amanda quipped. Chuckling, they removed their legs and feet from the box and tossed it aside, covering it with the no longer needed blanket. While Anya and Judy watched the proceedings, Amanda got up and went to the kitchen to get drinks for everyone. Smiling from ear to ear, Kay moved forward on the sofa as far as she could, sitting back and stretching her legs as far across the coffee table as she could stretch them, giving Kurt easily accessible targets. Her feet stretched out over the edge of the table, mere inches from Kurt's adoring eyes, both feet wiggling in anticipation. When he touched Kay's feet, their warmth and the silkiness of the stockings instantly gave Kurt a tingling in his groin. He leaned forward and gave each nylon-encased toe a gentle kiss, starting with the little toe of her right foot, kissing to the big toe of that foot, then jumping to the big toe of her left foot and continuing to that foot's tiniest piggie. The girls were staring in awe at the way he kissed Kay's toes... not like a drooling pervert... but reverently, orally adoring each toe... his lips caressing them as his eyes admired them. After he'd caressed all her toes with his lips, he leaned back and again let his eyes feast on their beauty. His hands were lightly resting on her two insteps again, so he instinctively started using his thumbs to massage her soles. "I can massage your feet if you want," he said, and Kay's eyes widened. "I'd love a foot massage, Kurt. You go for it, hun. You rub all you like. " Kurt smiled shyly, looked at Kay's gorgeous feet, and took one firmly in hand. And so began what turned out to be a thirty minute foot massage for Kay, the first ten or so while she wore her nylons. After that first ten minutes, Kurt couldn't help but lift one of Kay's feet up off the table and kiss it all over, holding it by the heel as his lips explored every inch of it and his other hand continued to massage. Without even knowing it, Kurt's massaging hand slid up Kay's calf, searching, his subconscious mind hoping she was wearing knee-highs he could remove. Luck was with them both. Kurt's searching hand found the end of her nylon and his fingers hooked into the elastic end. But one hand wasn't enough, so he lowered her foot to the table and started to remove her knee-high with both hands. Then he stopped, realizing he hadn't gotten her permission. He looked up at her and tried to find a way to ask if he could remove her nylons. Seeing he was having trouble finding the words, Kay said, "Go ahead. Take them off. I'd love a nice barefoot massage... and I'd like to feel those lips of yours again on my naked tootsies. " Kurt blushed again, but nonetheless grabbed her knee-highs and first one, then the other, slid them off her calves and feet. When they'd both been removed, Kurt's eyes again feasted on Kay's feet, this time in all their naked glory. The sight of her now naked feet made Kurt's already hard member more rigid than ever. Kay wiggled and stretched her toes, watching as Kurt's eyes danced from wiggling toes to wrinkling and flexing soles. He was barely keeping himself from drooling over Kay's perfect feet... and she knew it. He even nearly passed out. Kurt started to once again massage Kay's feet, delighting in their softness and warmth. He was starting to go on autopilot now... hardly aware of what he was doing. He had an intense desire to pamper and please Kay's feet, and his gentle but firm hands did everything they could to accomplish that very thing. As he rubbed her feet vigorously enough to soothe but not to cause discomfort, he noticed how warm her feet had gotten. He was afraid he'd made her feet uncomfortable by making them too hot during the massage, so he one at a time lifted them to his lips and again blew on them, as he'd done before. But, in moving her gorgeous feet nearer his lips, he fell victim to their allure. He never stopped rubbing them, but his lips could not resist her feet, and he again kissed them all over, his lips dodging around his caressing hands. While his fingers deftly stimulated her instep, and his thumbs soothed her sole, Kurt's lips bent to the task of worshipping every inch of her foot not occupied by fingers or thumbs. Kay sighed, barely able to keep her eyes open to watch Kurt's attentions. The other girls looked on in amazement as Kurt kissed Kay's feet, sometimes sensually, sometimes hungrily. Moving his hands up to the ball of Kay's foot, Kurt rubbed it hard with his thumbs, then worked his thumbs into the base of her toes. It felt so good that Kay closed her eyes and sighed. While he kneaded her toes with his fingers, his mouth descended onto her toes and kissed them lovingly, then more passionately. His lip kissing soon gave way to more openmouthed adoration, Kay's toes entering between his lips slightly as he kissed them. When Kurt's mouth opened in a sigh, Kay's toes instinctively wiggled themselves between his lips, entering his warm mouth about a half inch. Kurt's lips surrounded her toes, one lip on top of them and one on the bottom. Exerting very slight pressure with his lips, he then slid his separated lips, with Kay's toes between them, all along the tips of her toes, from big toe to small... and back again... several times. The sensation Kay got was of soft lips caressing the tops and bottoms of her toes and Kurt's panting breath warming all around and even between her toes. She never realized something like this could feel so sensual. She enjoyed every soft and warm second of it... as did Kurt. When the feeling of his warm breath on her toes made her giddy, Kay wiggled her toes excitedly, which made Kurt's lips move up and down as he slowly slid them along those succulent toes. Enjoying the feel of it, Kay played with Kurt's lips as he slid them back and forth along the tips of her toes, which made those lips bounce even more humorously up and down as they glided along, and also brought forth a round of giggles from the ladies and a slight smile to the toe-brushing lips of the smitten Kurt. The Birthday Gift Before long, Kurt could no longer bear it. Having Kay's toes so near to, and even partially inside, his mouth, was an unbearable tease. His tongue intermittently slipped between his lips to lick parts of her toes, and he found he needed to taste her toes much more fully. He stared at her toes, kneaded them again with his hands, spread them with his fingers, licked them slowly, kissed them... but he needed more than anything to taste them. He needed them in his mouth. He wanted more than anything to suck each delectable toe. He looked up at Kay, still lounging back on the sofa, eyes closed, sighing and smiling, and knew she wouldn't resist. He didn't even notice the other three ladies watching intently. His focus was on Kay's delicious feet. He looked back down at those completely relaxed feet. He kissed all sides of the toes of the foot he had in his hands. He kissed the tops, bottoms, sides, even spreading them to kiss between them. God, how he wanted to suck each and every one! No... no... he couldn't resist a single second longer! With Amanda, Anya and Judy watching, and with Kay lost in his attention to her feet, Kurt kneaded her toes once again, spreading them gently, and with a deep sigh inserted the first soft toe into his hungry mouth. Kurt needed badly to suck Kay's toes, and he couldn't get that first toe into his hot, wet mouth fast enough. Though his mind had gone on autopilot, he had every intention of slipping that toe into his mouth slowly. He didn't, after all, want to look like the typical narrow-minded person's idea of a foot freak. He wanted these very special ladies to think of it as sensual and pleasant. But, the best laid plans... He started to put Kay's big toe in his mouth slowly, erotically, but his hands and mouth betrayed him. His hands shoved that foot into his mouth as if it were his first meal in weeks. And his mouth immediately circled that toe and sucked it. He found himself almost wanting to devour that sweet, succulent digit, and both he and Kay let his mouth do as it pleased. His tongue licked wetly as he sucked that single toe, his teeth even lightly grazed it. He very gently chewed her toe, sucking at the same time. While he wasn't aware of it, Kay was... that as he sucked and chewed her toe, his hands were miraculously still massaging her foot! It felt wonderful, her toe in his warm, moist mouth and his hands busy rubbing away the day's aches and pains. Kay's smile seemed like a permanent part of her face by now, and the other girls could only watch in stunned appreciation of it all. After savoring Kay's big toe, Kurt's hungry mouth pulled back, but only long enough to slip over far enough to take her next toe into his mouth as well. As he sucked and chewed two toes at once, his tongue, with ideas of its own, slipped between those toes and put his mouth's warmth and wetness in that delicious space. His sucking, mild chewing and space-licking continued as he went from toe to toe, one by one including them in his oral attention to Kay's succulent foot. It wasn't long before his mouth was filled with all five of Kay's wiggling toes. At this point, sucking was a bit more difficult, so he slid her foot in and out of his mouth and let his tongue lick between and at the bases of her toes. His straining mouth was stretched to its limits, and the women chuckled occasionally as Kurt's eyes widened with the effort. When Kurt took Kay's toes completely out of his mouth, Kay was briefly disappointed. But he immediately began spreading her toes two by two and forcefully licking between them. He licked so hard and thoroughly that his head moved up and down like a cat cleaning its paw. He not only licked so hard that he was actually massaging between her toes with his tongue, but he slid his tongue all the way through the spaces and curled his tongue around to lick the top of each toe as well. His tongue was like a warm, wet sponge all around Kay's toes... and she enjoyed every second of it. The other ladies could only look on in wonder and awe... and maybe a little anticipation of their own. Having been so busy with his mouth on Kay's foot, Kurt realized at one point that he'd been neglecting his rubbing duties. So his hands immediately got back to massaging her foot, and only then did he allow his mouth to resume it's savoring of Kay's foot. He became lost in her feet, licking, sucking, nibbling, even nuzzling his cheeks into the soles of her feet as he kissed them. He licked and kissed every inch of both her soles. He buried his nose into the base of her toes on both feet, playing with them with his nose and lips and savoring their slight scent. He sucked along the sides of her feet, from toes to heels and back again. He put her entire heel into his mouth and sucked it, licking with his tongue as he did, gently chewing it with his teeth. He kissed, licked and sucked her ankles, doing the same along her instep to her toes. It was during this delightful trek from suckable ankles along smooth instep to tasty toes that Kurt discovered the meticulously painted toenails. They were a reddish brown color, russet, which Kurt later found out was Kay's favorite color. At this point in time, however, he only noticed how lovely they were. He kissed each russet hued toenail, gently and adoringly, and then licked just the toenail of each toe, making sure each one shined wetly when he was done. After that, he went back over them to give each lovely nail yet another kiss... and both he and Kay sighed. Amanda, Anya and Judy were mesmerized by it all. They couldn't believe the attention to detail that Kurt paid to every tiny inch of Kay's feet. All in all, by the time Kurt sat back to take a breath, over 45 minutes had elapsed. Kurt's tongue, jaw and fingers were tired, and his lips were vibrating from the constant movement and pressure they'd applied to Kay's feet. But he didn't want to stop. And he probably wouldn't have... had Judy not broken the silence. "I do not believe what I just saw," she said, her jaw dropped in astonishment, "and look at Kay. You'd think she just slept with Brad Pitt. Look at that silly ass grin. " "That was unbelievable, Kurt. Kay, did that feel as good as it looked like it did?" asked Anya. "Ohhhhh... yeah," sighed Kay, "did it ever. So relaxing. All that rubbing, that warm tongue squirming all over my feet. God that was great. I might want a steady diet of that from now on, Kurt. " They all chuckled warmly, but the twinkle in Kay's eyes told Kurt she might just be serious. "Well, I'm going to get seconds on my drink. Anybody else?" Amanda asked. "No, thanks," said Anya, "I was too engrossed in what was going on to drink any of mine. " "Haven't touched mine, either," added Judy. "And you know I didn't touch mine," Kay smiled. "Well, actually, neither did I," Amanda confessed, "but it's gotten warm and I need a cold drink right now. That was just too intense. Kurt, you are something. And I hope we're all going to get some of that treatment. " "My pleasure," smiled Kurt, "definitely my pleasure. " He blushed and tingled at the same time just thinking about it. On a whim, Kay shoved her feet out over the edge of the table at Kurt again, and said, "How about just a few more minutes, Kurt?" Kurt, very willing, moved forward to continue pampering Kay's feet, but was stopped by Judy. "No way, Kay, you greedy thing. You've just had close to an hour with Kurt. He's got three other pairs of feet to take care of tonight. And I for one want his tongue fit and full of energy when it gets to my feet. Isn't that right, ladies? We have to share Kurt tonight. " When they all looked at Kay, she brought her feet back reluctantly and said, "Oh, okay," and then giggled and added, "Hey, it doesn't hurt to try," winking at Kurt as she said it. Judy was just a split second quicker than Anya and Amanda, and it paid off for her. She scooted around the coffee table, pushed Kay's feet way over to the side, and sat on the coffee table, directly in front of Kurt. Before anyone knew what was happening, she brought her lovely bare feet up off the floor and plopped them directly on Kurt's chest. He just sat there, staring at her... but smiling too. Judy leaned forward, lifted one foot in front of Kurt's face, and scrunched her toes so he could see her hot pink polish. Then, one foot still on his chest, she stroked the side of his face with her other foot, from his sideburns down along his jawline to his chin, and then around to his lips. She pressed her toes firmly into his lips and said, "Now, Kurtie, it's my turn. And I have got some things I want to try. " Then she grinned a truly evil grin and added, "I'm going to teach you what it really means to worship a woman's feet. Are you ready?" Kurt nodded, puffing a muffled reply through her toes. With her toes squashing Kurt's mouth, Judy sat up straight and put her hands on her hips, and looked down at him with an arrogant air. Still crushing his mouth with her foot, she moved her foot in a circular motion on his lips. She was playing with him, and enjoying it. Cocking her head to one side, she came to a decision. She smiled another wicked smile and slid her foot over to the side of his mouth, now mashing her toes only into half of it. But that didn't last long. She brought up her other foot and used it to mash the other half of his mouth. Grinning gleefully, she now mashed both her feet all over his lips, distorting his face as she played with it. "You have a nice soft face, Kurtie. You must've shaved before you came here tonight. Did you?" "Yeph, I bid," he mumbled beneath her feet, and nodded again in case she couldn't understand him. "Well, that was really sweet of you. Now when I rub my feet in your face it'll feel nice and soft on them. Thank you. " "Vefcum. " his mouth forced between mashing feet. "I assume," Judy went on, "that since you like feet you won't mind me rubbing my feet in your face. So, here's what I was hoping to try. I really liked the way you massaged Kay's feet, and I want mine massaged too. But I want to do part of it myself... with your help, of course. If you don't mind too much, I'm going to use that nice smooth face of yours to massage the soles of my feet for a little bit. Is that ok?" She leaned down close to his head, causing her feet to press even more firmly into his face, and curled her sensuous lips into a smirk Snidely Whiplash would've been envious of, and batted her cool blue eyes at him. She was obviously enjoying her current power over him. Kurt's eyes widened at just the thought of what Judy intended to do. He didn't even bother trying to speak this time, and just nodded his agreement. "Oh, and one more thing. Since I'll only be massaging the bottoms of my feet with your face, that means the tops of my feet will be neglected. So, here's where you can help. While I'm using your cute smile to massage the soles of my tired feet, I'd like you to massage the tops of my feet - my insteps, ankles, the tops of my toes, and even a little of my calves - with your hands. Can you do that for me,sweetie?" Her lewd smile was sticky sweet. Kurt nodded instantly. "Fantastic," Judy said, animated and full of enthusiasm, "this is going to be just wonderful. " In her zeal, Judy's toes started to knead and squeeze the skin of Kurt's face. He didn't even try to stop her. "Okay, ready, Kurt? I really hope this feels as good as I think it will. " Kay noted, "Judy, you really have a mean streak in you, don't you?" and she put her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle. "Hey, now, Kay, you've had your fun... now let me have mine. Fair's fair. Besides, I don't see Kurt objecting one little bit... do you?" At that, Kurt blushed again... and the girls all giggled to the point of tears running down their faces. Judy, running the show now, held up her hands to indicate she wanted quiet. She wanted her and Kurt to be the center of attention, as Kay and Kurt had been earlier. When the ladies were all quiet again, Judy announced, "Okay, Kurt... here come my puppies. Before I rub them in your cute little face, I'm going to let you smell them... but only if you want to. Do you?" He nodded so fast Judy's feet almost slipped off his face. She slid back on the table so she could stretch out her legs, taking her feet off his mouth. She held her feet out to him and told him he could smell her feet whenever he was ready. He leaned forward enough to hold her feet and nuzzle his face into her soles, sniffing gently. When he started to look like he wanted to kiss her feet, Judy told him, "No, not yet, Kurt. You'll have lots of time to kiss my feet later. Just enjoy the scent of them right now. You'll get to taste them, I promise. And Kurt, honey, tell me just how wonderful my feet smell, okay? Let me know how much you appreciate them. " Somewhere in the background, muffled comments of "Ooooh, what a bitch. ", "You're right... a definite cruel streak. ", and "Poor Kurt. He's in for it now. ", could be heard. After nuzzling his nose on the bottoms of her feet and pushing it into the base of her toes, Kurt was again getting an erection. The softness of her toes and soles was heaven, and the mild scent of her feet was driving him crazy. His mouth wanted to service her feet as he had Kay's, but this was Judy's show and he wanted her to enjoy it. And, obediently, he started complimenting her feet. "Judy, your feet smell so delicious," he smiled, "Like dewey roses on an early autumn morning. " Judy blushed, beaming with pleasure. But Kurt wasn't done. "Your feet are softer than the purest cotton, smoother than silk, and their scent is more alluring than the most exotic perfumes. " He held her toes to his nose and sniffed them like a wine connoisseur savoring a rare vintage. Judy was beside herself at the well-phrased compliments, and was certain that Kurt actually believed what he was saying - that, to him, her feet were sensually delicious, appealing... and arousing. After several minutes of amusing herself watching him nuzzle and sniff her feet, Judy announced, "Okay, my turn to enjoy, Kurt. Sit back and let me massage my feet now. " Reluctant to leave her feet, even for a second, Kurt nonetheless obeyed, figuring he was going to have her luscious peds in his face again momentarily. He sat back and waited... and didn't have to wait long. Judy scooted forward again on the table, plopping her feet back on Kurt's chest until both she and Kurt were ready. When he looked ready, Judy slipped her feet up to his neck, rubbing the sides of her feet along it, slowly moving her feet up to his ears and then working them forward toward the front of his face. She rubbed her toes teasingly on his cheeks, forehead and just below his eyes. Then she brought her toes down to his chin, running her toes along his jaw line back to his ears and then back again to his chin. From there she pressed her toes into his face and moved her feet from his chin up to his nose, which she squeezed between her feet, and then continued up until she was gently pressing her toes into his eye sockets and then finished with her toes on his forehead. She rubbed the soles of her feet all around his face vigorously, cooing how good it felt. Then, suddenly, her feet just stopped. She just rested her feet on his face, not moving them, one foot on each side of his nose, completely covering his face. She kept them in that position for a few minutes, waiting to see if Kurt would do anything. When he didn't, she teased him, "Mmm... how comfy this is. I could rest my feet here all night. And I'll bet you'd let me, wouldn't you, Kurt? You'd let me rest my feet on your nice soft face as long as I wanted to, wouldn't you? Well, no matter. I want to massage my feet now, so I'm going to really rub them hard on your face, ok? When I start massaging my feet, that's when you can start to rub the tops of my feet. Ok, here I go. " Judy pressed her soles firmly into Kurt's face, rubbing them all around vigorously. She, and the other girls, watched as her feet contorted Kurt's face and he just sat there and let her do it. By this time he had turned completely to jello under her feet. He was clay that she could mold at will. He was so into it all that he wanted to just lay back and enjoy her feet all over his face. But he had his duties to perform, too. With a supreme effort of will, he forced his limp arms to come up and begin rubbing her insteps and ankles. He massaged the tops of both her feet with attentive hands while she let his face do the same for the hard pressing soles. His fingertips massaged not only her insteps and ankles, but all around the sides of her feet, her heels and the tops of her toes. She really did enjoy the feel of it. His hands felt lovely, but the amusement of watching his face contort as it comforted her aching soles gave her a wicked itch between her legs. Such deviant fun, she mused to herself. And she wondered what the other ladies would think if they knew how much she was enjoying mashing Kurt's face this way. As the upper and lower massages continued, Judy got yet another idea. She brought one foot down to Kurt's chin, and used his entire jaw line to massage the sole of her foot. This area of his face being strong, she could press her sole into it pretty hard and really stimulate the bottom of her foot. With her right foot, she used his chin and left jaw line to soothe her aches and pains. Then she did the same on the right side of his face for her left foot, bracing his head by pushing back firmly on his forehead with her other foot. Finally, she did both feet at once, sliding her soles up and down on his jaw line and chin, letting them soothe the flesh all along the entire length of her soles from toes to heel. Her feet were pushing so hard against his jaw that his head was forced back and he looked up at the ceiling. All the while he kept rubbing the tops of her feet. She finished off her foot massage by once again mashing her feet all over Kurt's face, again contorting his mouth and cheeks. When she eventually removed her feet from Kurt's face, his hair was disheveled, and his entire face red and sore... and more than a little sweaty. But, Judy's feet felt great... and that was all that mattered. "God, that was wonderful, Kurt. Thanks so much. " she said in a truly wicked tone, "and now I hope your tongue is nice and rested. I'd really like to feel it all over my feet. I'm going to teach you how to massage my feet a different way. I'm going to have you massage my feet with your lips. " At that,the girls roared with laughter, but Judy said, "Watch, and learn, disbelievers. Let me show you how a cooperative pair of lips can follow up a soothing massage with a worshipful one. I have a feeling that Kurt's lips will really feel good when they're used right. And I'm just the one to do it. " With that, Judy told Kurt to first blow on her feet. All the rubbing had made them hot, and she wanted them cooled off first. He did so, blowing all over her feet, and between her toes. When she was satisfied that her feet were cool enough, she told Kurt to take one of her feet by the heel and hold it up to his mouth. Then she said, "Now, here's your lesson in foot worship. First, whenever your lips touch my feet, I should feel total worship and adoration in the touch. Understood? Good. Use your lips very lightly at first... glide them along gently, all over my feet. Then, slowly work up to a more forceful lip-massage, really pressing your lips into my feet. It's going to take a bit of practice, I think, but I'm willing to believe you'll be a natural at it. Ok, Kurt... ready for phase two?" Kurt grinned from ear to ear... and forced himself not to drool. "Oh, yeah," he sighed, "I'm ready. " "Great, start at my heel. Go on... worship my feet like a good boy. " "Oh, I can't wait to see this!" squealed Amanda. Grabbing her drink, she came around and plopped herself down on the loveseat, to Kurt's left. Kay also moved from the sofa and sat on the arm of the loveseat, to Kurt's right. Anya made herself comfortable on the floor near Kay. They all sipped their drinks, waiting for the fun to begin. Kurt blushed a bit, but Judy grinned and prepared for her unusual foot massage. The Birthday Gift Kurt held Judy's foot up over his head, and leaned way back onto the cushion of the loveseat, so he could start at her heel as she "requested. " He puckered his lips (to a chorus of giggles from the ladies) and lowered Judy's foot onto them. He moved his lips in a circular motion on her heel. Judy said, "You're going to need to press a little harder on my heels. They're not as sensitive as the rest of my foot. " Kurt pushed his lips harder into her heel and continued to massage it as best he could with his lips. Judy slowly smiled her approval as the lip pressure increased. After awhile, he moved his lips forward to her softer sole, still moving his lips in their circular motion, but softer because the sole is more sensitive than the heel. Judy sat there, resting her head in the palm of her hand with her elbow resting on her knee, smiling down at Kurt's efforts to massage her foot with his lips. The other girls just watched and sipped, an occasional giggle breaking the silence. He worked his lips slowly up to the ball of her foot, where he pressed his lips harder into her foot again. Judy was pleased with the fact that he knew to do that, because the ball, like the heel, needs more forceful attention. She was impressed Kurt picked up on that without her needing to tell him. He really was a natural! Next, Kurt's puckered lips found the base of Judy's toes. As he tried valiantly to get his lips to work all around the bases of her toes, he had to press his lips into them hard, which caused her toes to splay out all around his nose, eliciting another round of giggles. Kurt seemed oblivious to the splayed toes in his concentration at getting the base of Judy's toes massaged. Eventually, with lots of effort, Kurt was able to massage along the base of Judy's toes, which impressed the ladies quite a bit... and had Anya and Amanda thinking about their turns. And the more the ladies sipped their drinks, the more fun this was all becoming... and the more the gears were turning in their heads. Kurt was proud of himself at his accomplishment with Judy's toes, but still had his work cut out for him. He now had to massage the pads of her toes, which would again require more force. But he carried this out nicely, and the girls watched as he went from toe to toe, working his lips up and down the length of each toe, using his fingers to press the toes into his lips from above. One at a time, he got all five of them massaged. Then, Judy threw him a curve. "Wow... you are a natural, Kurt. Do I know talent when I see it, or what? But here's your next challenge. I want you to spread my toes and use those nice soft lips of yours to massage between my toes. Think you can do that?" The giggles were now howls. "No way!" squealed Amanda. "This I've got to see!" Kurt looked at Judy, then at each of the other girls. Everyone was waiting to see what would happen next. Then he looked at Judy's toes. He experimented at spreading them and was calculating in his head whether or not it could be done. It would certainly be a tight squeeze for his lips. But what fun to try! He looked back up at Judy and said, "Challenge accepted. " The other girls were almost falling on the floor with laughter. Judy just smiled down at Kurt and said, "So, go to it, big boy. Show us what you can do with those hot lips of yours. " All four women leaned closer to get a good look, and all of them, even Judy, downed their drinks. This was gonna be fun. Kurt held Judy's foot with both hands, his thumbs on her soles below her toes, and his fingers on top of her toes. Using the thumb and forefinger of each hand, he separated her big toe from the second toe as far as he could without hurting her. He then pushed the second toe up and back just a bit, and the big toe forward ever so slightly. With the inside part of her toes now exposed, he leaned forward and squeezed his lips between them and worked his squashed lips all along the inside of her big toe. He then "massaged" the tip of it and all around the outside of it, just for the sake of completeness. Next, he pushed the big toe back a little, pulled the second toe forward, and repeated the previous actions, this time rubbing his lips on the inside of the second toe. Then his lips rubbed the tip of it and so on. Next, he used his fingers to separate the second and third toes, and again squeezed his lips between the toes, working them around first the inside of the second toe and then the inside of the third, and so on until all five toes and all four spaces had been successfully "lip massaged". He was beaming with pride when he looked up at a pleasantly astonished Judy. Mission accomplished, he thought. But, he was mistaken, at least for the moment. Judy whisked her foot out of his hands and replaced it immediately with her other foot. "That was superb," she said, "please continue. " Kurt's lips had five more toes and four more spaces to attend to. He sighed, smiled, and started working. The other ladies, though howling with laughter, were now not only amazed at what Kurt could do, but they were getting decidedly envious of Judy. But, they would all have their turns... in due time. For now, it was Judy's show, and when Kurt was finished massaging between her toes, she still had other plans for him. Although Judy was too into what was going on at her feet, the other girls had downed their drinks, and Amanda had gotten up and refilled them, doing so quickly so as not to miss too much. When she came back with the drinks, Kurt was just finishing up rubbing his lips between Judy's fourth and pinkie toes, working hard to get his lips into such a tiny space. The strain and effort on his face, though eliciting chuckles and giggles, also showed all of them how much he enjoyed what he was doing and how much he intended to make them all happy. And that gave all the ladies just the slightest tingles between their legs... and all sorts of ideas. When Kurt had finished his job between Judy's toes, she just sat there, amazed. She said with a twinkle in her eye, "You are something, Kurt. But I have a confession to make. Your lips between my toes left me wanting more. This time, spread my toes and lick between them. It looked great when you were doing it for Kay, so I'd like to feel it on my feet, too. " Without waiting for his answer, Judy pushed one foot into Kurt's face, with the ball of her foot resting on his chin and her wiggling toes just under his nose. Kurt sighed and thought, "aahh... a foot worshipper's work is never done. " Smiling, he one by one licked between Judy's toes. She got immense pleasure from watching his squirming tongue poking out from between her toes. Sometimes she'd squeeze her toes together to capture his probing tongue, other times she'd wiggle her toes while his tongue worked between them. She made sure he licked between all her toes... which he was perfectly happy to do. "Now," said Judy "here's what's next. " "Oh, no," interrupted Anya, "Kurt's been fawning over your feet for over an hour now. You and Kay have had his undivided attention for a long, long time, and Amanda and I have been very patient. Now it's our turn. Fair's fair, right?" "Right," agreed Amanda. Judy sighed and gave in. "Oh, all right, but if he's got any energy left when you two are done, I want to try a couple more things. " She looked over at Kay and said, "His mouth feels just wonderful all over the feet, doesn't it?" "Oh, yeah," said Kay, winking knowingly at Judy, "Mmmmm... I'd like more if he's got any pucker left in him, too. " "That's fine," said Anya, "but after Amanda and I have had our turns. Amanda, you ready? You can go next if you want to. " Amanda squirmed just a bit, then smiled down at Kurt, who just sat there with a stupid grin on his face. What a wonderful evening this was turning out to be! Amanda traded places with Judy, sitting on the table, and Judy took her spot on the love seat. Amanda put her feet on Kurt's chest and ran her fingers slowly through her hair, trying to decide what she wanted to try. Kurt just looked up at her, smiling, waiting to see what he could do for her. "Aren't you going to take off your stockings, Amanda? He's not going to be able to suck your toes really well with them on," Kay offered. "No, not just yet," she said thoughtfully, "I really love my fishnets, and I think I'd like to see what it feels like to rub them really sensually all over Kurt's face and neck. " She thought about it for a little longer, and came to a definite decision. "Yes, I want to rub my stockinged feet in his face. That okay with you, Kurt?" His heart pounding, and his breathing quickening, he replied, "Bring it on. I love nylons of all types. I bet it'll feel great... hopefully, for both of us. " "Wait a minute," Judy said, "My drink's gotten warm. Let me get a refill. Don't start until I get back. " She ran to the kitchen, refreshed her drink, gulped a third of it on the way back to the love seat, and then plopped herself down to watch the show. All eyes were now on Amanda. She looked from one pair of eyes to the next, and then down at Kurt. She lifted her feet off of his chest and then started rubbing the fishnet material all around his cheeks,using mainly her toes and soles. She purposely let her toes linger under his nose, letting him smell the nylon mixed with her own natural scent. Kurt's eyes fluttered shut and he sighed. Seeing that he enjoyed it, Amanda let her toes spend alot of time under his nose. Taking a cue from Judy, she rubbed the soles of her feet along Kurt's jaw line to massage her soles. Then she started with her toes at his jaw line and slowly slid her feet up his face, pushing her toes and soles up over his chin, his lips, his cheeks, pushing her toes briefly into his eyes, and then up to his forehead. She rubbed her feet all over his face, the silky nylon gliding along smoothly. She played with his nose, rubbing either side of it with her two big toes. She pressed her fishnet covered toes into his lips, and then had him kiss her toes. He lost himself and began to kiss her feet all over, which she did not put a stop to. She watched him enjoying her feet, and she smiled. But Amanda still wanted to feel his face with her nylon-clad feet, so she started rubbing them on him again, but a little harder this time. The nylon being pressed into his face irritated just a tiny bit, but he was so into the feel and smell of Amanda's feet that he didn't want it to ever end. As he did earlier with Judy, Kurt went completely limp. His hands dropped to his sides. He once again became putty to be molded any way Amanda, or any of the girls, desired. Every muscle in Kurt's body had become as limp as overcooked pasta... except for one muscle... which the now alcohol-giddy ladies did not fail to notice. Anya, sitting on the floor, was the first to notice the bulge. The tent formed at Kurt's crotch had been there for most of the night, but had been steadily growing. It was now so huge that it looked as if it might tear itself free of it's confines.. and burst forth from his jeans. From her angle on the love seat, Judy was the second to notice it, mainly because she followed the trajectory of Anya's eyes after she saw her lascivious grin. Kay was next, keying on the smiles and snickers of Anya and Judy. Amanda didn't notice it for awhile because she was enjoying the feel of Kurt's face on her nyloned feet, and also because her legs were blocking her view of Kurt's erection. But the others winked and nodded at her and she spread her legs at the knees to look down between them, keeping her feet on Kurt's happy face. She smiled when she saw what her feet were doing to Kurt. Anya saw a pad and pen on the end table next to the love seat and grabbed them, scrawling quickly. She wrote: KEEP HIM REALLY, REALLY BUSY! IT'S TIME TO MAKE THIS REALLY FUN!! She showed it to all the other girls and they giggled wickedly. Kay sat up on the back of the love seat, putting her feet on the top of Kurt's head, playing with his hair and forehead while Amanda rubbed her stockinged feet in his face. Judy took the hint also and began rubbing her feet on the side of Kurt's face. The three of them rubbed their feet all over Kurt's face, keeping him completely occupied. Anya reached under Amanda's legs and pulled at the buckle of Kurt's belt. When it was loosened, she next grabbed his zipper. She looked at the other girls and nodded. They upped the face-rubbing pace, shoving their six feet all over Kurt's face, playing with his nose, shoving their feet in his mouth. Amanda put her entire right foot in his mouth up to it's middle, and wiggled her toes. Kurt was in la-la land... tootsie overload! Anya pulled down on the zipper, Kurt's erection springing up, but still confined in his briefs. She looked over at Judy and motioned her to help her out. Judy was only too willing. They each grabbed one side of Kurt's jeans and then looked up at Amanda and Kay... who again got the message. Amanda and Kay really worked over Kurt's face now. They took turns shoving their feet in his mouth and squeezing his nose, mashing their feet into his face, which was becoming very red indeed. The two of them gave Kurt continuous commands to kiss, lick, smell or suck their feet, keeping him occupied and aroused. While Kurt was in total rapture under Kay's and Amanda's feet, Anya and Judy gave a mighty tug on Kurt's jeans. Even though they pulled them down to the middle of his thighs, he never noticed. Next, they grabbed his briefs. One more tug brought them to mid-thigh as well, and freed Kurt's straining love muscle. It pulsed and throbbed in all it's horny glory. "Now," said Anya... the fun really begins..." The Birthday Gift It was your birthday and I wanted to surprise you with the best gift ever! I had everything planned, things were falling into place perfectly. I had asked you to meet me at our special motel room promptly at 8:00 p.m., no earlier, no later. I had stopped by your office earlier and left a key to the room with you and a whisper in the ear that this was going to be your best gift yet! Your drive to the motel was not long in distance but it seemed to take forever in your mind.... what was this woman up to? Your only instructions were to be there at 8:00 and to open the door and walk inside. You parked in the back of the lot and went quickly inside the motel, heading to our room. It was promptly 8:00 pm when you reached the door and slid the key in the lock and opened the door. The room was dimly lit so you stepped in a bit further, closing the door behind you. As you walked further into the room you realized that, yes, indeed, this was going to be the best birthday ever! There before you on the king size bed you see me, laying quietly along another women. We were both nude, only covered in a sheet. Candles were burning on the night stands and soft music was playing in the back ground. You didn't say a word, you just stood there. Slowly we moved to you, letting the sheet fall and revealing both our nude bodies. I quietly introduced you, her name was Nicki and she was a good friend of mine... she was here to help make this the best birthday ever for you. You stood frozen as the two of us slowly began removing your clothes, careful to never touch your skin. When you were completely nude we guided you to the bed, having your sit on the edge. As you sat there we had you watch as we began to touch each other.... her fingers traced the areolas of my breasts as I ran my tongue down the sides of her neck. I moved down her neck to her breasts and sucked gently on a nipple as she placed her hands in my hair, guiding my head. We continued to explore each other as you watched. Then we turned our attention to you. Nicki was on one side of you, I was on the other. We began kissing you, running our tongues over your neck and chest, pressing our bodies against yours. We encouraged you to lay back on the bed which you did with little resistance. Nicki moved to the side, caressing your chest, rubbing your skin. I moved down your body and took your cock in my mouth and sucked you until your shaft was completely hard. Nicki had moved and was feeding you her breasts as I raised off of you. I opened my legs wide and lowered my wet cunt over your cock, sliding down very slowly on you. I heard your moans of pleasure... this was Nicki's queue. She pulled herself from you and moved quickly. You assumed she was pulling away and that you and I were going to fuck while she watched.... not so. Nicki stood above you, her cunt dripping juices down onto you face. Slowly she lowered herself onto your mouth, begging you to fuck her with your tongue. You lapped at her like you had me for so many times... and you ground your hips into me as I rode your cock. I was sitting up on you, riding you hard, Nicki was over you, fucking your mouth... she was facing me. You couldn't see but you knew that we were touching each other... her lips were on my nipples, my chest arched to her as I fucked you harder and harder. We continued the motion for the longest time. But there was more to the gift..... Reluctantly Nicki moved off your mouth and I pulled myself from your cock.... you were almost disappointed. I whisper in your ear that there was one more gift for you.... you had to turn away and close your eyes for a few moments which you did. When I gave you the okay, you opened your eyes and turned back to us. There on the bed Nicki and I lay, our legs spread wide and a big red bow stuck on our cunts. You had to "unwrap" the boxes... As you pulled the bows away your eyes opened wide.... We had both shaved our boxes for you and we wanted you to taste us. You quickly buried your head between my legs, lapping and sucking at my clit. And as quickly as you buried your head between my legs, you turned your attention to Nicki and did the same to her, then alternating between us.... eating first me then her and then back to me again. We had you turn and straddle our faces... as you moved from box to box we took turns sucking and licking at your cock. You would plunge your tongue into my wet, hot cunt and your cock into Nicki's mouth then your tongue into Nicki's box and your cock into my mouth. To add to the enjoyment when you were eating my cunt you would slide a finger into Nicki's cunt and then do the same to me when you were eating her. Nicki and I came over and over on your face, soaking your face so badly you looked like a glazed donut, but you staved off your cumming until the last minute. When you could stand no more you pulled your cock from both of us and had us lay on your backs next to each other. You gripped your cock tightly and began to stroke yourself.... you could feel the cum building deep and when you exploded you shot over both Nicki and mine's cunt, squirting your hot seed over our shaved boxes. We both reached down and rubbed your cum into our cunts, enjoying every drop you had to offer. As you slumped onto the bed between us you commented that, yes, indeed, this was the best birthday gift you had ever received! The Birthday Gift I wasn't really looking forward to my 25th birthday. It's not that I was worried about getting old. Trust me, I'm not one of those guys who go looking for new gray hairs every week. Besides, I was pretty damn happy with my body at the time. I stood about 6' 2" and had a pretty muscular build. I wasn't exactly body builder material but I was in good enough shape for a few people to say I had a passing resemblance to Brad Pitt in "Fight Club." The real reason that I wasn't looking forward to my birthday was because of my girlfriend at the time. Her name was Lori, and while she was definitely as hot a chick as I had ever dated, she was starting to grate on my nerves. We had been going out for nearly a year and things hadn't been too good for about a month and a half by this point. We first met at a party that an old college friend of mine threw. She was a little drunk, as was I, and we hit things off well enough that we wound up in bed together. I never would have guessed just looking at her, but she was a wild woman after a few drinks. She really took control that night and rode me like you wouldn't believe. It was incredible. It would have just been a one night stand, but this girl was real damn hot. She was about 5'10" and had an absolutely knock out body. Her butt was a little bony but her chest was to die for. I don't know how many hours of her yammering I had gotten through by sporadically sneaking peaks at those magnificent breasts. Her face was fabulous to boot, especially her eyes. They were big and blue and looked great with her long blond hair. So why wasn't I particularly happy with her? Well, aside from the typical "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From La-la Land" stuff, she had turned into a real cold fish in bed and refused to do much of anything to warm it back up. The first six months had been incredible in the bedroom, but now things were just getting dull and routine. I had made plenty of suggestions that she just wasn't very receptive to. She got grossed out whenever I even mentioned a blow job, my idea for a threesome had really fallen on deaf ears, and it was an attempt at anal sex with her had made me decide that I should probably break up with her. We had talked about trying it a few times and I thought we were on the same page. So when she got on all fours on the bed I thought she was giving me the green light to do her in the ass. But when I slid my cock between her ass cheeks she freaked out and started crying. She hardly talked to me for two days. Then out of nowhere she called me, forgave me and was all smiles and sunshine again. She even told me that she had stared making big plans for my 25th birthday, which was two weeks away at the time. I really wanted to break up with her, but she just seemed so damn excited about my birthday that I couldn't work up the nerve to break it off. Besides, I wanted to see what I was getting. She said she would come to my place with my gift after work and then we'd go to dinner. That seemed like a pretty simple thing to be planning for two weeks so I figured there was a surprise being put together. I saw the surprise when there was a knock on the door and I looked through the peephole. Lori had brought a friend. I eagerly opened the door and let them in. Lori's mystery guest walked in. I stuck out my hand to greet her, but instead of reaching for my hand she reached for my crotch. She squeezed it gently through my slacks, giving me an instant erection as I gave off an involuntary groan of pleasure. The red headed beauty leaned in and whispered, "Hi. I'm Alexis, your birthday gift." "One of them," interjected Lori. She reached into the shopping bag she was carrying and produced a pair of handcuffs. My already bulging cock grew even harder as I imagined the fun I could have with my new gifts. This friend of hers was pretty well built. She clearly worked out. Alexis was a little shorter than Lori, but every bit as hot. Her chest was a little smaller but she had the tightest, sexiest legs I had ever seen and they ran up to the tightest, sexiest ass I had ever seen. And the little black dress she had on only made it sexier. She brushed her long, silky red hair back and said, "Well? What are we waiting for?" Her voice was like velvet and it just kept getting me hotter. Lori gave a lusty grin in her direction and purred, "You two go right ahead. I've just got to go to the bathroom for a sec." With that she picked up the shopping bag and went into the bathroom with a sinful glint in her big blue eyes. That was all Alexis needed. She put her hand behind my head and pulled me in for a wet, hungry kiss. As her warm, writhing tongue snaked around my mouth I reached down and squeezed her ass. It felt just as tight as it looked. It was like iron. She pulled away with a schoolgirl giggle and said, "I think I need to find a way to make you keep those hands to yourself, birthday boy." She walked over and picked up the hand cuffs. "Hmmm. What can I chain a big, strong fella like you down to?" Then her eyes locked on my kitchen table. It was a heavy oak piece of work that I had needed three of my friends to help me with when I moved it in. It was just what the doctor ordered. "Strip down and get on your knees. The show's about to begin." I wasn't sure just what she meant by that, but I was so turned on I would do just about anything she said. I tore off my clothes as fast as I could and knelt down in obedience. She had me hold my arms around the table leg and handcuffed me. She put them on so tight that it made me flinch, much to Alexis' delight it seemed. It was just about this time that Lori came strolling back in topless. "Oh, honey, did I forget to tell you about the other two things I got you?" The first was in her hand. It was a handheld camcorder. It looked like she had decided to tape the evening's festivities. The other "gift" was what she was wearing-a bright pink 9-inch strap on dildo. I nearly came right there just imagining watching Lori do Alexis with that thing. And taping it too! They read the excitement on my face. It was like they were just torturing me, making me wait to see them go at it. After Lori set the camcorder on "record" and placed it on the table just above my head they started making out. Alexis started working her way down Lori's body. Along the way down she paused to run the same probing tongue that had just been in my mouth all over Lori's incredible breasts. But Lori clearly wanted to get down to business as her hand pressed down on Alexis head and sent her down to her knees. Alexis took Lori's hint and started sucking on Lori's strap on while running her fingers between Lori's legs. Lori let out a tiny gasp as Alexis expertly found her clit. As she slowly worked the long shaft with her lips and Lori's cunt with her masterful fingers she looked right at me with eyes that seemed to say, "You're next, pal." But I had a better idea. I blurted out, "Oh yeah, suck that dildo. And then bend over and take it in that sexy ass of yours." Lori and Alexis smiled at the idea. Alexis stood and turned her back to Lori. Lori unzipped the back of Alexis' dress and pulled it down to her waist. Then she seductively ran her petite hands up Alexis' flat stomach and brought them to a rest on Alexis' firm tits. She started rubbing them and Alexis started moaning. Lori's fingers then started making little circles around Alexis' erect nipples and her moans grew louder and more passionate. And when Lori pinched her nipples those moans became a scream that she muffled by biting her lip. I was on the verge of cumming when Lori's hands stopped their arousing work and started sliding down to Alexis' hips and proceeded to pull that little black dress down to the floor, revealing an equally black pair of panties. I was drooling with anticipation as Alexis' reached down and slid her panties to the floor. My jaw soon joined it. What I saw make my dick go from rock hard to limp almost instantly. Alexis' six-inch-and-growing cock hung in her hand as a devious smile spread across her lips. Alexis' was a she-male. My head started spinning and I felt sick to my stomach simply from the sight of her still growing penis. This bizarre mix of confusion and surprise soon gave way to outright fear as my mind starting racing to conclusions about what these two were going to do with me. I was totally helpless. Lori saw the change in my attitude and I certainly noticed a change in hers. "Well, well, well. Cat got your tongue you little whore? Alexis and I are going to have some fun with you." I tried to speak but could only manage to weakly stammer, "H-h-h-how? Why?" Lori just laughed and stroked her strap on. "How? Don't you remember Alex? You met him at my office Christmas party. We had only been together for about two weeks when that happened. What was it you said about him then?" Alexis didn't wait for my answer. Instead she looked down at me as I quivered in fear and said, "Let's see, Lori. I think you told me it was something like, 'That faggot ought to just stuff his dick between his legs and put on a dress.' Sound right?" "Yes it does," said Lori. "I'm glad she took your advice. She makes one sexy woman. It's amazing what a little make-up and breast implants can do, isn't it? And as far as why goes, I'm doing this because you are a perverted sack of shit who deserves to be treated like a sex toy. You deserve to be treated like you've been treating me for nearly a year now. The taping it was Alexis' idea." Now I remembered him. We had only met for five minutes, but he I remembered him alright. He was a flaming queer and just standing next to him made my skin crawl. As I scanned Alexis' face I began to see traces of Alex. My despair started boiling over into outright anger. I lunged hopelessly towards Lori and shouted, "You fucking bitch! Uncuff me now!" She didn't even bat an eye. She just calmly walked up to me, took the camcorder off the table, took the dildo in her free hand and slapped me across the face with it. "There's no need for that kind of profanity. Now smile for the camera and say hi to your family and friends because they're all getting a copy of this if you don't play nice. Then again I might just send them one anyways." I slunk down into submission and awaited what was sure to be the longest night of my life. "What do you want?" The girls stood in front of me. Lori tapped a finger on her chin as though she was deep in thought as she filmed my pitiful position. "Hmm. Well, you always wanted a blowjob sooooo badly from me. Do you have any idea how demeaning that is? Or how disgusting semen tastes? Oh, of course! How could you? You've never sucked a dick before! Let's remedy that. Alexis?" I could tell Alexis had nothing but bad intentions on her mind as she stood over me, rubbing her dick nice and slow. The precum glistened on its knobby tip. It had grown to seven inches by now. It was circumcised and curved up just a tad. She shoved it in my face. I made one last desperate plea. "I'm begging you, don't do this." Alexis violently grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back. She glared into my eyes and started rubbing that big dick all over my face as she said, "Begging me? Oooh, I like that I idea. Beg me to suck my cock. Beg me for the HONOR of being the first cock in your little whore mouth." I was fighting back tears as I whimpered and choked out, "Please, allow me the honor of sucking your cock. I want your cock in my little whore mouth." I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and prepared myself for my mouth to be used like a cunt. Only...nothing. I opened my eyes and saw Alexis leering down at me. "That's right. I want you look into my eyes while I fuck your face. I don't want you closing your eyes and pretending you're somewhere else. You are going to stare right into my eyes so we both know that you're my bitch now. And think about it like this. The better you suck my dick the faster I'll cum and the faster this will be over with." I hated to admit it but it was true. I could fight it and drag this out or I could suck her off and get out of here sooner. I thought back on the blowjobs I had received over the last few years and tried to remember how they did it. I stuck my tongue out and licked the precum off her penis. The salty taste surprised me. Was this what I was shooting down those poor girls throats? I started working my tongue farther up her cock, making rings with my tongue, circling around the shaft. She gave out the same moans that she had when Lori was rubbing her tits earlier. I knew I was getting somewhere with this. I leaned as far forward as my cuffs would let me and picked up the pace with my tongue. Suddenly she grabbed the back of my head and jammed her dick into my mouth until her balls bounced against my chin. She was every bit as strong as she looked. I nearly gagged, but kept my lunch down. I wrapped my lips as tight as I could around her dick and went with the rhythm she was setting down with the thrusts of her hips. I even tried to cup my tongue around it as it slid up and down my throat. I looked over at Lori and saw that the camera was still rolling. "Keep sucking that dick bitch! Ooh, you're sucking it like a pro. I bet you've done this before. You love that dick, don't you?" Obviously I couldn't answer the question, but I realized that my own dick was getting hard, almost like it was answering her. Was I liking this?. Alexis started working my face even faster. "Oh shit! I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum! Get ready to swallow every drop, slut!" And a huge shuddering moan Alexis' threw her head back and shot jet after jet of hot cum into my mouth. She came so hard it was like she fired it straight down my throat. The taste was terrible, but I swallowed every last bit just like she told me to. Without thinking I gasped, "I wish had just cum on my face." "Maybe next time," called Lori, "but now it's my turn." She passed the camera off to Alexis and strutted towards me. "You liked it didn't you? I can see it in your eyes that deep down you're just a cocksucking little bitch now. Let's see if your ass is ready for something in it." Alexis tossed Lori a tube of lubricant and Lori started spreading some on her fingers. She got down on her knees with me and reached around all the way around to my asshole. In doing so she had to get so close to me that her body was rubbing against mine. She was so turned on by all of this that her nipples were rock hard. For as incredible her tits felt pressed against my chest there was something else turning me on even more. When she pushed her body up against mine my cock and her dildo were trapped next to each other between our stomachs. But what got me the hardest was the curious finger probing my anus. After spreading some lube around my hole she started teasing it with her index finger. Then she gave it a sudden shove. I called out in pain. It was a call that was only met by the cruel laughter of two merciless mistresses who were loving every second of this. Lori forced her finger in as far as it would go and pumped it in and out several times before removing it completely. Each pump sent a flare of pain and humiliation through me. And somewhere in each pump was a hint of pleasure. Part of me actually was liking this. Perhaps I really was the cocksucking whore they said I was. I wanted to beg for her to stick more fingers in there, but I knew that if she thought I was enjoying this she might stop just to punish me. So I said nothing as Lori stared coldly right into my eyes and slammed her index and middle finger up my ass as hard as she could. Her blue eyes were showing me nothing but anger and a sick twisted joy. She wriggled her fingers around and stroked my prostate. I couldn't help it anymore. Her tits writhing on my body, her dildo rubbing against my dick, and the brutal thrusts she was giving my ass were just too much. The orgasm was the hardest I can ever remember. I realized right then and there that I really was the gay bitch that they were calling me. The next thing I realized was that I had just blown my load all over all over Lori. She recoiled in shock and anger. "You fucking whore! You ARE enjoying this!" Then just as quickly she calmed down. She started rubbing her hands over her cum covered torso (and believe me, the load I shot covered just about every inch of it!). Slowly she started gathering the cum, fingertip by fingertip of it, and depositing on her strap-on. "You know, Alexis got to dump her cum in your mouth, but why should she have all the fun? But why don't we try it with your cum this time?" With lightning speed she grabbed the sides of my head and forced the cum covered dildo into my mouth. It was longer than Alexis' though so the thrust made me gag and I pulled my head back off it as far as I could. It turned out that wasn't very far at all. I was able to back off by about three inches before Lori's hands reached around to the back of my head and started forcing me to bob up and down on the strap-on. "Don't think you're getting out of it that easy! When Alexis did this all she wanted was a good blowjob. But the only satisfaction I'm going to get out of this is making you suffer! Now suck it good because thanks to your pathetic little dick's lack of control I'm not going to give you any lube. So get this thing good and wet with your spit because it's going up your ass next." And with that she really picked up the pace. But I could hardly hear a word she said because I was so busy lapping up my own cum. I guess you could say that it was an acquired taste that I was rapidly acquiring. I still wasn't wild about the taste but it felt so sexy sliding down my throat. After a few more minutes of face fucking me, Lori called Alexis' name. Next thing I knew Alexis uncuffed me. Before I could get used to my new found freedom she shoved me to the floor face down and twisted my arm behind my back. I gave her the other without struggle and let her cuff my hands behind my back as I lay on my stomach on the carpet. Even from my much lower vantage point I could see that Alexis was returning to her job as camera woman and Lori was getting ready for the next part of her fun. I couldn't crane my neck far enough to see her face but I heard her voice. "I going to break your anal cherry now. Get ready because i a second you are going to be a full blown ass fucked faggot." I lost sight of her as she walked around behind me. The anticipation I felt was almost like my other birthdays just waiting to open up a present. Only this time I was what was getting opened up. I could feel her crouching down behind me. I felt the tip of the strap on press against my asshole for just a moment before she thrust her hips and sunk it into my ass. I opened my mouth but couldn't even speak. The pain was so horrible that it immediately sent tears down my cheeks. It was like she was going to split me in half. But soon the pain subsided and the hints of pleasure I had when she fingered me before were back and growing into waves of ecstasy. She leaned in and said into my ear, "It hurts, doesn't it? That's what it felt like you whore. That's what your dick felt like in my ass. Only I didn't like it nearly as much as you do because I'm not a cocksucking faggot like you are." And she was right. I wasn't fighting it anymore, I was loving it. Her revenge had backfired on her. I was loving every second of this now. I was actually faking being in pain just so she wouldn't stop. "Oh god! Please stop! It's killing me! Take it out!" And she fell for it. She started humping my ass harder than ever. In my position the force of her thrusts was rubbing my cock back and forth across the carpet. Even though I had just had an orgasm not too long ago I was already getting a hard on again. I don't know how long she was went at it, but I loved every second of it. I loved the pain, the humiliation, and the domination. Here I was a buff, tough guy taking it hard up the ass and secretly begging for it to never end. Then it was over. I felt the dildo slide out of my freshly stretched anus and shivered as the cold air hit my wide open hole. It was one more incredible new sensation that I just couldn't get enough of. I soon found out why she had stopped. The Birthday Gift "You're hard again?" asked Lori. "Hell yeah," said Alexis. "Let's bend him over the table." I felt two sets of hands grip my wrists and force me to my feet. They shoved me back to the table I had been originally cuffed to and forced me to bend over it. My bare sweaty chest made a funny squeak as it slid against the cold wood. Alexis asked, "Do you have us in the shot?" "Yes. Fuck that whore's manpussy. Make him feel it." I could hardly contain my joy as I heard the wet, slurping sound of Alexis lubing up her hard, thick dick. I was in paradise as that cock slid between my ass cheeks. And I've never been hotter than when Alexis ground her hips into my ass, forcing every last inch of her hot cock up my ass in one powerful thrust. It was the final step in my transformation. I knew that a cock in my ass would be the only thing that could satisfy me ever again. In that moment I truly became the cock hungry slut that I am today. She bent down until I could feel her breath against my ear. "You can't fool me. I know you love it. Be honest and I'll give you a real good fucking." I said nothing but let her go to work. Sure I was loving every second, but I didn't want that recorded on camera. The last thing I wanted was for Lori to have something she could really blackmail me with. But as Alexis' balls slapped across my ass I felt the truth welling up in my lungs. As her cock slid around in my ass I wanted to scream it out more and more. Pretty soon I needed to scream it out. I shouted, not caring who heard, "Oh pound my ass harder! Fuck it like a cunt and cum on my slutty face!" And just like that Alexis made real good on her promise. She started pounding me harder, and harder, and harder. There was a heat to a real cock being up my ass than there wasn't with the dildo and that was what turned me on the most. I kept screaming for her to do my ass clear up until she pulled it out of my gaping hole. She grabbed my hair and forced me to my knees. I eagerly anticipated my white hot reward as Alexis towered over me stroking her cock. But instead of throwing her head back when she came this time she was looking right into my eyes. Then the thick ropes of jizz leapt from her cock and splattered across my face. The impact sent me over the edge again and I blew my load all over Alexis' feet. She whispered to me, "Lick that off, and maybe we can do this again sometime." I quickly threw myself to the floor and licked every last drop off of her feet, only this time I was loving the taste. But she wasn't done just yet. She slipped down to her knees and ran her tongue all over my face, lapping up her semen. Then she gave me a deep, passionate kiss that deposited her load on my tongue. I gulped down my fourth load of cum that night with a secret joy. Before she left Lori walked up to me as she slipped her clothes back on. "Before I go I've got a confession to make. I've been fucking Alexis for nearly a month now, and she's twice the man than you ever were. This tape is the only good memory I'm going to take away from this relationship" With that she pitched the handcuff key in front of me, wished me a happy birthday, and left. I eventually worked my hands under and around my legs so that they were out in front of me. I picked up the key with my teeth and managed to unlock the cuffs. I spent the rest of the night reflecting on what was probably the best birthday I ever had. A week later I got a package in the mail. It had a copy of the tape in it with a note that read, "I managed to convince Lori not to mail this to anyone but you. You were real good for a first timer. If you want we can do this again." There was a number at the bottom of the note, which I almost immediately called. I don't know how many times Alexis and I have watched that tape since then but I do know that there's nothing like a hot she-male having her way with you. The Birthday Gift "So, what would you like for your birthday, Sir?" Anne asked as they sat after dinner, trying to find the energy to clean the table off. "I was thinking about a nice weekend away, maybe we could just get on the train, head to Virginia and back. Just for the ride. I'm kind of stuck, Doug." "Anne, I know what I want for my birthday, I'm just not sure you're going to like it." Doug said as he sat and looked at her. She looked beautiful in the candle light. Her make up almost non-existent. Her hair was up, off her neck, the way he demanded it to be. Her choker clasped tightly around her neck. She was wearing a corset, g-string, thigh highs, heels. It was her weekend attire. It was what she wore most weekends, just as she was instructed by her Master, her Daddy. "Doug, I know it's only a week away, but, it's your special day, and I want you to enjoy it. Come on, what's your birthday desire?" she asked as she leaned forward, accentuating her breasts. "I'll do anything to make you happy. All you need to do is ask. I love you, Daddy." "And, all I need to do is ask? Is that right, Baby Girl? My birthday, my wish, huh?" he asked, unbelieving. "Yes, sir. Your birthday wish." "OK, fine, then. I'll let you know. As for the weekend away, yes, I think so. Like that first Valentines Day we spent in Atlantic City. I'll make all the plans, and packing, you just need to be ready Friday, noon." "Wait, it's your birthday, I'm the one who's supposed to do all the arranging, you're just supposed to sit back and enjoy." "Did you just question me, Anne?" he asked darkly, immediately causing her to cower from the table. "No, Daddy, I'll be ready." she said softly as she rose from the table and began cleaning plates. The week went by quickly, the plans all made, she assumed. Anne had to do nothing. Doug had done it all. The only thing she had to do was be ready at noon. She had gotten him a small gift. A nice bottle of cologne, a gorgeous outfit for dinner (assuming they'd be eating out), a card that took her an hour to find at the Hallmark store. And of course, she'd shaved, primped herself, and was ready, waiting by the door when he came down the stairs. She was wearing one of her travel outfit. A loose sweater, no bra, so he could access her nipples when he wanted. A short jean skirt, no panties, if he wanted her pussy, she'd be ready, bobby socks, canvas sneakers, she was his Baby Girl after all. Her hair was pulled up, in a high pony tail, with a red ribbon wrapped around the elastic. Her travel collar, matched her sweater, though it wasn't really a collar, but, a choker, with a diamond loop. Her make up was softly applied, and she smelled wonderful. "Ready?" Doug asked as he took in the site of his submissive, his Princess, his wife, his best friend, all wrapped up into one gorgeous, sweet smelling package. He felt his groin tighten. "Yes, Daddy, I've been ready. Can I help you with the bags?" "No, Baby Girl, I've got them, lets go." "Where are we going, Daddy?" she asked as they settled into the truck, and pulled out of the drive way. "We are going to the shore for the weekend, my boss let me have the keys to his beach house. It's ours until Monday afternoon." he said, knowing she would be grateful. "Oh, thank you, Daddy. I love the beach, especially in the winter time. It's so deserted, Oh, Daddy, thank you, thank you, thank you." she said excitedly. "You're most welcome, Baby Girl. I'm planning on enjoying this weekend too." he said as he settled back into his seat, stretched his legs out, and hit the gas. "Daddy?" Anne asked shyly. "Yes, Baby? What can I do for you?" In answer, she leaned over, and unzipped his pants. Already his hard cock was straining against his briefs. She pulled his under wear down, leaned further over, and licked the head of his cock, tasting his cum. She slowly slid her lips over the head, and sucked gently. He groaned, using his right hand to push her head further down his cock. "Suck my cock, Baby, make Daddy cum." he said as he slid a bit further down in the drivers seat, giving her more access to his penis. "Oh, yeah, you're such a whore. You're Daddy's whore, aren't you slut?" "Yes, Daddy, I'm your whore." she said when she came up for a bit of air. "I'm your whore." "No one told you to stop, whore. Suck my cock, and swallow my cum." He said as he grabbed her pony tail, and shoved his cock back into her mouth. He pushed her head all the way down until her nose was buried in his pubic hair, and she gagged. "That's right, cunt, suck my cock." He continued to hold her pony tail, using it to drag her mouth up and down his cock, and quickly, he felt his balls tighten, and knowing he was about to cum, he shoved her head down until her nose was buried again, and held her there. She gagged once, and his cum started shooting into her throat. "Yeah, cum slut, swallow my cum, all of it." he continued to spurt, filling her mouth. "Oh, Baby Girl, I love it when you suck my cock. I love filling your mouth with my cum. You're wonderful." Doug said as she straightened up, fixing his pants for him. "Anne, in the back pack on the back seat are your toys, get them." "My toys? You bought my toys?" she asked happily, as she leaned back to get them. "Daddy bought me toys!" "Yes, Baby Girl, I did, I got you a few new ones too. Take the big dildo out, no, not the pink one," he said as she dug her favorite dildo out of the bag, "There's another one. Bigger." "Bigger? Daddy, I can barely take the pink one, I don't think I'll be able to take a bigger one." she said, starting to worry. "It is not your job to think about these things, Anne, it's your job to do." he said sharply. "Yes, Daddy." she said softly, digging further in the bag, looking for her new dildo. "Um, Daddy?" she said tentatively, "What are your plans for this weekend? It is your birthday tomorrow, you know?" "Yes, Baby Girl, I know my birthday is tomorrow, and I have a wonderful gift planned for myself, and you as well, I think you will enjoy this weekend as much as I will." he said, smiling, as he reached over and stroked her ear softly, running his fingers over her gold hoops lined up on her lobe. "Yes, Baby, you're going to love it too. Now, there's that dildo. Suck on it for me," he said when she pulled it out of the back pack. "It's huge!" she exclaimed, smiling, "I don't know about this...." but, she wrapped her lips around it, just as he instructed her. "That's it, get it nice and wet." Doug said trying to focus on his driving. "We've got a long drive, Baby, and you're going to be busy. I want you to put it in your pussy now. All the way in. You're going to spend the next two hours with that buried in you. Good girl." By the time they hit the good old Garden State Parkway, she was working on her fourth orgasm. And she hadn't moved the dildo since she slid it in 40 minutes ago, as they got on Rt 80. Doug made her put the vibrating butter fly on her clit, and took the remote. The 40 minutes was heavenly torture for her. "Anne, pull your sweater up, over your breasts, I want you to play with your nipples."he said as they came over the Raritan bridge. She had a lustful look on her face, and she knew what he had planned. He always made her do this, and then went through the toll plaza, handing the guy a dollar bill. Doug knew the attendant could see his slut, playing roughly with her pierced nipples. Pulling on the rings, moaning and squirming in her seat. And he set the vibrator on high, and she went off like a rocket. Her legs came up, she reached for the dildo, but his hand met hers, and he pushed it further in, hitting her cervix, making it hurt. Just as he knew she liked it. And he sat in the lane, letting the attendant get a full view. "Here ya go, Buddy," the attendant said as he handed the dollar back, "you just go right on ahead, and have a great day. Gorgeous tits!" "Thanks. Have a good one, Bro." Doug smiled as he took his dollar back, and hit the gas. Every toll plaza was the same, and he never paid a penny. Just kept passing the same dollar bill back and forth, making his blushing bride scream in orgasms. Anne was exhausted as they hit the Toms River toll. She had fallen into a restless sleep, the dildo still buried in her pussy, her sweater up, nipples rock hard, and didn't even realize they exited onto Rt 37. "Anne, Baby, wake up. We're going to stop for food and wine, fix yourself, come on, Princess, open you're pretty eyes. There's my Baby Girl. God, I love you, more than you know." he said with a look in his eyes, that made her crumble every time. "I love you, too, Doug, you have all of my love, for all of my life." she said sleepily, and leaned over to kiss him. "You're my best friend." "Come on, baby, lets go shopping, I want to get to the house, and get settled. I've got big plans." "K, lets go." "I can't believe we need all this stuff, Daddy. There's enough to feed an army."Anne said as they piled bags into the back of the truck. "Are we having people over for dinner?" "Yes, you could say that, love, but, don't worry, lets go." They pulled into the drive way a short while later, making it to the Island in no time at all. "God, Daddy, I love it here. Can you ask your boss to leave me the house in his will?" she joked as they climbed out of the car. "Don't worry about helping me unload, Baby, why don't you take a walk?" Doug said, when he saw the look that crossed her face. It was the 'long lost love' look. The look she got every time she was this close to the sand. If he wasn't so strong in his love for her, he would be jealous of the ocean. He knew, no matter how cold it was, her socks were coming off, and she was going to have sand between her toes in seconds. And it was cold for February, but, he watched as she leaned against the car, brought up her foot, and started to untie her sneaker. "Are you sure, Daddy? It's your birthday, you know, you're the one who's supposed to be relaxing, having a good time, enjoying yourself." she said, even as she was undoing the other shoe. "I can help." "Anne, go." he said laughing, as he took her socks and shoes from her. She leaned up on her pretty toes, kissed him quickly, and went off running. "I love you." she called as she rounded the house, heeding the call of the sea. "I love you, too." he said, knowing she couldn't hear him anymore, she only had ears for the ocean. Doug unloaded the truck, taking his time, knowing she'd be lost for hours if he let her. He went up the stairs to put the bags in the master bedroom, over looking the beach, and stopped when he saw her in the distance. She was dancing with the waves. It was a site he never tired of. He pulled the camera out of her bag, and opened the door to the balcony. He focused, and took several pictures of her. 'God, why am I so lucky?' he thought. He clicked as she bent down to look at something, a shell perhaps, she did another dance with the waves, 'click', she kicked the water at the sea gulls, 'click', she threw her head back, her arms out, and spun around, 'click, click, click.' He was breathless when he watched her look around to see if anyone was watching, she spread her legs, and peed. She let it go, and he could see the steam as her hot pee hit the cold air, 'click, click,click, click'. He felt his cock stir again. 'Finish unloading the truck, Buddy, you don't have all day.' he told himself as he went back inside, closed the doors, set the camera on the dresser and headed back downstairs. He put all the groceries away, the wine in the fridge to chill, turned some music on, a country music station out of Philly. And went to draw her a bath. Anne would stay out there, in the cold for hours if he let her. But, he had plans. Big plans. "ANNE," he called from the deck, "ANNE, TIME TO COME IN, BABY. YOU'LL CATCH YOUR DEATH OF COLD." He could see her slump her shoulders, but, she did as she was told, and made her way up the beach to where he stood. "Anne, you're freezing, and your toes are purple. Come, I have a bath drawn, bubbles. How about a glass of wine?" "That sounds wonderful, Daddy. Thank you." she said breathlessly, "Thank you so much for bringing me home." Every time he brought her to the beach, no matter where, she always said it was home. "Come, before the water gets cold." he took her hand and pulled her into the house. "This house is just gorgeous. I can't believe they never come here. I'd be here every chance I got. I'd never want to leave." she said as she started undressing. "It's heaven." The master bath was just off the bedroom, with two full walls of windows facing the east, and south. The huge bathtub sat in the corner, a sunlight right above it. Doug had lit candles, unscented, and opened a window, far enough away so she wouldn't feel the breeze, but, she could smell the ocean. They had argued one weekend about that. She insisted the ocean smelled. And he agreed, but, only at certain times, low tide, right before a storm. She adamantly insisted she could smell it always. No matter how the tide turned, she could smell it. The sun was still out, it was early evening, and the beach was deserted. Anne pulled off her sweater, and undid her skirt. Doug came up behind her, and slid his hands around her waist. Without saying a word, he hooked his thumbs in her belt loops and pushed the skirt down over her hips, 'GGGGGGrrrrrrrrr, I love those hips.' he thought. She wasn't wearing any panties, and she stepped out of her skirt. She heard his zipper come down, and thought he was going to join her. But, he only had to relieve himself. "Anne" was all he said, and she went to kneel in the shower, on the cold tile. He came over to her, pulling his soft cock out of his underwear, and stood before her. She put her head back, and sat back on her heels. Her hands were upturned on her thighs, and she waited patiently for him. He relaxed, and starting peeing. He aimed his penis at her breasts, and released all he had been holding for a while. Doug had been training her to swallow some of his pee. She still gagged, and fought the urge to vomit, but, he loved her so much more because she tried. For him, Anne tried. Tonight, though, he let it all go on her breasts, and leaned in for her to suck the last few drops out of his pee hole. "I love you so much, Baby Girl, you are wonderful." he said as he helped her to her feet, and kissed her, pulling her close, regardless of the urine all over her. He could taste the bitterness on her lips, and on her tongue. He grabbed her hair, pulled her even closer, as he viciously attacked her mouth with his. She started undoing his buttons, and reached for his pants. "No you don't, Anne, not now. In the tub you go." he said as he pulled away, and took her hand to lead her to the tub. "Bath time." "But, Daddy, I want you. I'm horny, and I want you."she said with her hands on her hips, getting ready to stamp her foot. "Listen to me, little girl, this is my weekend. I don't rightly care what you want right now. It's my birthday tomorrow, and this weekend is all about me, do you understand? It will be my pleasure to discipline you should you need it. I did bring your paddle." he said sternly, "Now, get in the bathtub, whore." "But," That was all she got out before he grabbed her, pulled her over to the toilet, he slammed the lid down, sat, and pulled her over his lap. "Fine, a spanking before you bathe, not a problem." he said as his hand met her ass. Anne started squirming, crying, begging. "Please, Daddy, no. Don't spank me. I'm sorry." she cried out, "I'll be good. Please, Daddy." "Yes, you will, Anne, but, please, don't make me do this again, not this weekend, I want to enjoy myself." he said, though he did enjoy spanking her, no matter what the reason, he loved to feel her ass heat up, watch it jiggle a bit, hearing her beg, made him rock hard every time. He counted out 30 spanks, and let her up. She was on her knees on the floor, he stood up, undid his pants again, and shoved his hard cock into her mouth. "Now, whore, make me cum." For the second time, she sucked him into heaven. "Your mouth is so warm. I love to bury myself in your mouth, suck me." he said as he fucked her face. Doug could see her touching herself, god only knew how many fingers she had jammed up her cunt, the other hand she massaged her clit. He held her head with one hand, with the other, he reached down, and pulled hard on her right nipple ring. She gasped, and he shoved his cock in to the hilt, and shot his cum down her throat. "Good girl, now, TAKE A BATH." he said as he pulled out of her mouth, wiping his sticky cock all over her face. He never bothered to help her up, but, walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. She smiled, licked her lips to get every bit of his cum, and got up to get into the tub. Doug returned a second later, just as she settled into the steaming hot bath. He had her IPod in his hands. "Here, Baby, enjoy your bath." Anne set the ear pieces just right, and searched for her song. He laughed as he left the bathroom, he heard her doing her Julia Roberts impression, singing Prince. 'Pretty Woman,' one of her favorite movies. 'Oh, yeah,' he thought, 'she's a prostitute, but, she's mine.' She enjoyed the bath, the warm water, the smell of the ocean, her music, she was encased in her own little world. She had no idea what was transpiring downstairs, while she sang, and bathed. "Anne, Anne," he called, and then remembered she had her IPod on. He went into the bathroom, and pulled an ear piece out of her ear. "Anne, time to get dressed. I've laid your clothes out on the bed. Remember, don't question me, it's my weekend." and he turned and left. She grabbed the fluffy towel he had left for her, pulled the plug, and got out of the tub. A quick shower to rinse the bubbles, she blew out the candles, closed the window, and left the bathroom. The outfit was similar to her weekend outfit. The one she wore when they were home, with no intention of going out. But, this one was new, red, and she loved it. Everything was red. A red corset, matching thongs, red thigh highs, red heels, and there was a ribbon for her hair. She knew he wanted her hair up, he always did when he left a ribbon. Her collar, the dressy one laid right next to it all. She dressed carefully, enjoying the feel of the silk against her skin. This corset wasn't a full one though, it came to just below her breasts, pushing them up a bit. Her nipples went hard. She flicked them a bit, but, not enough to make her cum, she knew better. She had no permission to cum. She pulled the stockings up, and clasped them. She went into the bathroom to fix her hair, and re-apply her make up. Doug had laid everything out for her, 'He remembers everything.' she thought as she smoothed red lipstick across her lips. A few spritzes of his favorite perfume, and she went into the bedroom and stepped into her heels. These had a strap around the ankles, and she did them up tight. One last accessory, and she was ready. She picked up her collar, and closed it around her neck. Tight enough that she could only get one finger underneath, and she started for the stairs. "Daddy?" she called as she came down the stairs, "I'm ready." He met her at the bottom of the stairs, and pulled her into his arms. She noticed he had changed. Before she had a chance to ask if they were going somewhere, he pulled a black dress from the banister, "Put this on, we're going to dinner." It was a wrap style dress, also new. But, of course, a perfect fit. "Daddy, if this is your weekend, why am I getting pampered? Why all the new things for me?" she asked as she slid one arm in, and with his help, the other one. "Anne, when you dress like a woman, it is a gift for me. I love when you are dressed very feminine. When you look beautiful, and smell beautiful, it's a gift for me." he said as he helped her tie the dress. "And, you look gorgeous!" The Birthday Gift Before my recent retirement, I worked as a college professor of English at a small but expensive New England college. Most of the students at the college came from wealthy families. I was a single man during the latter days of my professorship, since my wife of many years had died at the age of 49 of breast cancer, and at the age of 55 I lived alone in a nice old home by the river. Since most of my time at home was spent reading and grading student essays, I didn't have time for much else other than a little reading for pleasure. But occasionally I would turn on the TV for diversion. That day I just happened to turn on the Oprah show. What I heard absolutely shocked me to the core—as it did her regular audience—and the show was later to become quite famous and generate a lot of controversy. The gist of the show was that oral sex performed by young girls on boys in high school and even middle school had become as common and ordinary as a handshake. I could not believe it since I had grown up in an age when "good girls" did not do that sort of thing, and you were deemed extremely fortunate if you later had a wife who would do it. I did not. And yet, most men if pressed would admit that they actually liked oral sex more than intercourse. I have always thought that oral sex, whether performed by a girl on a boy or a boy on a girl, was much more intimate than intercourse. But here, it was referred to as "no big deal" and a good way for a girl to satisfy a boy without running the risk of getting pregnant. The show even spoke of the "Rainbow Party", in which six or eight girls would wear different shades of lipstick, then perform oral sex on the same number of boys, leaving them with multi-colored rings around their rosie, so to speak. Unbelieveable! Obviously I had been born too soon. Finally, they referred to another way young girls had found to keep from getting pregnant. They could get their salad "tossed", which was a euphemism for engaging in anal sex—and yet still remain a virgin. Unbelievable! And one of the most amazing things of all was that these girls did not come from the poorer neighborhoods—but more than likely from the wealthier enclaves. I began to wonder if this was really true or if it was just an "urban myth." There was one way to find out. From Stacey. Maybe. Every professor was allowed to have a student assistant or intern. Usually he or she was picked from the freshman class and presumably would stay with you all four years if he or she stayed in college. It was expected that you would pick one of your top students. That one in my case was freshman Stacey. Stacey was just 18 years old and had come to our little college from a wealthy suburb of Boston. She was the ideal American girl: blonde, blue-eyed, a perfect figure, about five foot six and 110 pounds. Her father was a doctor, and her mother was a teacher. She worked at my office from 2-5 five days a week, but usually during the last hour there would be little to do, so we could just sit and talk. "I have a question to ask you," I said on the day after the Oprah show. "Okay." "You don't have to answer it if you don't want." "All right." "Did you watch the Oprah show yesterday?" "No, but I heard about it—and read about it in this morning's paper." "About oral sex among high school girls." "And middle school girls." "Yes, and the Rainbow Party and Tossed Salad." "Right." "Is it true?" "Is what part true?" "Any of it." She smiled. "Are you asking me if I did it?" "I told you that you don't have to answer." "I don't mind answering. Yes, it's all true. Most girls start doing it by the time they're in ninth grade. They find out it's an easy way to satisfy guys and to be popular. You don't have to take your clothes off, and you don't have to worry about getting pregnant." "What does the girl get out of it?" "Popularity." "Amazing." I shook my head. "And did you---?" "I was fifteen when I started." "Is the Rainbow Party true?" "I never saw one, but it's probably true." "What about tossed salad?" She smiled again. "I never experienced one, but I guess that's true too." "Thank you. I appreciate your candor. I could hardly believe what I was hearing on the show, since when I was growing up, that was the hardest kind of sex to get." "You know kids today. All boys want is to get a job." "You mean a---" One last smile. "A blowjob, right." I thought no more of our conversation until the following week. My birthday was coming up on Thursday, and I was planning to do pretty much what I did every year—which was nothing, since I had no one to do it with. Little did I know how memorable a birthday it was going to be. "Your birthday is coming up this week," Stacey said on Monday. "How did you know that?" "I read your college bio. As your student assistant, I should get you a nice present, but like most students, I don't have any money." "I don't expect anything from you," I said. "No one notices my birthday." "Still, I would like to give you something personal." She paused. "What would you think about the something we were talking about on Friday?" "What something?" "About the subject on Oprah." "What do you mean?" She sighed. "Professor Baxter, how would you like a nice delicious blowjob from a pretty college girl for your birthday?" "You're kidding me, right?" "I'm not kidding you. I wouldn't mind doing it—in fact, I think I would enjoy it. And I'm sure you would enjoy it. I'm very good at it. And since I'm already getting A's in your class, there's no question of a grades-for-sex kind of thing." "You're right about that." "Well?" I thought about it. "I'm reminded of The Godfather. I think you've made me an offer I can't refuse." "Good. Thursday then? Four o'clock, the last hour?" "All right." I knew it was the wrong thing to do, but I ask you---. Never mind, I know what you would have done. And I did the same. Thursday rolled around, as it always does. Stacey, dressed in her usual jeans and gray sweatshirt with the name of the college on it, showed up at two and went to work filing books, etc. for the first two hours without making any reference to The Birthday Present. I wondered if she had forgotten about it. But promptly at four o'clock, she walked over to the door of my office, turned the bolt and pulled down the shade. "Birthday time," she said as she turned with a smile. "Is the present still the same?" I asked. "Of course." "Then I would like to add a little something to it. Since I'm sure the college would frown on this and probably fire me for it, I might as well expand the birthday package so to speak. So I wondered if you would be willing to do it in the nude." She smiled. "I think I would be willing to do that." She crossed her arms and pulled the sweatshirt over her head. Her breasts seemed to be of average size, and she was wearing a white bra. Then she pushed her sneakers off, unfastened her jeans, pushed them down to the floor and stepped out of them. She was wearing a small pair of yellow cotton bikini panties and white athletic socks. "Can I keep my socks on?" she asked. "This floor is cold." "Of course." She unfastened her bra and tossed it on the chair. Her breasts were small but perfectly formed, with puffy pink nipples. Finally, she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pushed them down until they were draped around her ankles. With a small tuft of golden blonde hair between her thighs, I could see that she was a real blonde. "You're absolutely beautiful," I said, "The most beautiful thing I've ever seen." She smiled. "What should I do?" I asked. "Well, I think the traditional method is for you to unzip and take it out—and for me to get on my knees. But I would like it better if you unfastened your pants and pushed them down along with your shorts." "All right." I did what she asked, as she got down on her knees and scooted over to get right in front of me. Looking down, I could see that I already had the beginning of an erection. "It's very pretty," she said, taking it in her hand. She looked up. "My technique is to give a very slow and thorough blow job, so I hope you're not subject to heart attacks?" "No." "Okay. I know guys like to have their balls sucked too, so that's what I start with." She took my testicles in her mouth one at a time and gently sucked them. It took all the restraint I could manage to keep from shooting in her face. Finally, she stopped sucking my balls and kissed the swollen head of my penis. Then she slowly licked her tongue up and down the bottom of my penis. After doing that a number of times, she finally took my cock in her mouth, an inch at a time, swirling her tongue around it as she did so. Then she began to suck. I couldn't stand it any longer. "I'm going to---!" I cried. She nodded, and I did—shooting a huge load of cum into her mouth. Amazingly, she swallowed it all. Finally, she let my penis slip out of her mouth, and she looked up at me with a smile. A little rivulet of cum was coming out the right side of her mouth. "Delicious," she said. I felt so weak that I could hardly stand, so I found a reason not to. "But this seems so unfair," I said. "The man gets all the pleasure. Couldn't I do the same thing to you?" "I would love that," she said as she sat back on the carpet, laid down and spread her legs. I didn't need a second invitation for that. I got down on my knees and bent down between her thighs. I spread her lips with my thumbs and stuck my tongue inside. To my surprise, I found she was already wet. "Oh Godddd," she muttered. "You like that?" "I love it. You can be my permanent boyfriend if you want. Most guys today still don't want to do it." "I consider it an honor." " As you probably can tell, I already had an orgasm," she said, "But I wouldn't mind having another." Again, that was all the invitation I needed. She was so delicious that I went at her with fervor until she was moaning and trembling. "Ahhhhhh!" she cried, as she had another orgasm. Thank goodness the door was locked, I thought. She was loud enough to be heard outside the office. Finally, she sat up. "That was wonderful," she said. "You win the prize, mister. That was the BEST oral sex I have ever received." "And what is the prize?" She stood up, walked over to my desk, picked out some tissues from the box there and wiped herself. Then she turned. "Well, my mother insisted I be on the pill when I came to college. I haven't had sex with anyone since I got here. But how would you like to be the first man on campus to fuck me?" "I would think I had died and gone to heaven." "Then let's do it." She turned around and with one arm swept everything off my desk. It went crashing to the floor—to my utter delight. "Take all your clothes off," she said. "If I'm naked, you're going to be naked." "But I don't look as pretty as you." "You look pretty good to me." I looked down. I could see what she meant. My cock was hard again. So I did as she asked. She sat on the desk, leaned back and brought her feet up to the edge of the desk. Since my chair was right between her thighs, I sat at it, leaned over and gave her another couple of licks. "I'm going to come AGAIN if you keep that up," she said with a laugh. "Then let's try this." I stood up. Gently, I inserted my penis—but I guess I should call it a cock now—into her. But I didn't have to be all that gentle since she was already wet again. This time I was going to make it last as long as possible. And that's what I did: slowly pumping in and out of her as she lay there with her eyes closed and moaned. "Fuckkkkk," she muttered. "That's what I'm doing." Finally, I came deep inside of her—and felt that she had another orgasm as well. "God, that was the best birthday present I ever had," I said. Reluctantly, I pulled it out of her—and saw that it was wet and dripping. She sat up and saw it as well. "There's one final service that we girls in high school like to perform as well," she said. "Jesus, don't make be feel more guilty than I do. You're not in high school; you're in college." With a laugh, she got on her knees, took my limp and dripping dick—and cleaned it all off with her tongue. "If I thought I could get that in high school, I would be tempted to go back," I said. She laughed again as she stood up. "I have an idea," she said. "What's that?" "Do you have any plans for lunch tomorrow?" "No—why?" "Well, it's still your birthday season, so why don't I provide the lunch." "What did you have in mind?" "A tossed salad." ### The Birthday Gift My shiny Vette At age 27, I was hardily considered an old maid. In fact, you could say that my life was just beginning. My name is Jerri, I am truly special in every way. At 6'2", I am hardily what you would consider petite. However, I was blessed in other ways. I weigh in around 125, my girlfriends are so jealous, I have a models slender body with all the curves in all the appropriate places. I am not proud of it, but for years I have been using my good looks to my advantage. 3 years ago, I made the transition from playing dress up to living as a women in all sense of the word full time. Since then, it has been my pleasure to use my body for various benefits and sometimes even to get myself out of sticky situations. My hottest adventure happened six months ago. My dear boyfriend, Jack surprised me with a very special birthday present. Most girls get flowers or maybe chocolates for their birthday, some get clothes, some get jewelry. I guess I am lucky, I got something sexy and sleek and....red. A car. Can a corvette be called JUST a car? I don't think so. It is so beautiful and sleek, low to the ground and powerful, I always considered it sexy as hell. Jack said it reminded him of me. I have to admit, I love speed. It is a thrill to push myself and my car to the limits, the wind in my long blonde hair as I flew down the highway, taking curves and hugging the center yellow lines, that truly got me wet. One summer day, I decided that me and my Vette would have some fun. It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, I was dressed to impressed. Jack and I had a date and I was more then late. I wear wearing one of my sexiest outfits; a mini skirt black leather skirt and a sexy slinky red halter top, black fishnet stockings and high heels that made my legs look like a million dollars. My long hair was combed and teased, my red lips pouty. I flashed an irritated look at the dashboard click as my foot pressed down harder on the pedal. Quickly my speed rose as I felt the excitement and wetness pool in between my legs, warm and wet as the speedometer jumped from a sedate 60 up to 95. Tingling with pleasure at the thrill, I failed to notice the cop car parked on the side of the highway. In my excitement, my foot continued to press down harder, I felt myself getting harder and harder straining against my black silk panties and my leather mini skirt. I could have gone forever in my red vette if sirens and flashing lights hadn't penetrated my delicious thoughts, quickly squashing my excitement. Muttering under my breath, I pulled over to the side of the road. Damnit, another ticket, Jack is going to kill me! I turned to my red purse, digging into it for my license. I knew this was going to be a problem, the name on my license and the sex listed did not match my femme fatal body, I was born a woman trapped in a mans body. In my nervousness, I failed to hear the police officer approach. A rapping on my window broke me out of my revere, I looked up and there stood one of the sexiest woman I had even seen. How interesting, a woman in a male dominated world. I quickly activated my power windows, rolling the drivers side down. "Officer, how can I help you?" My voice came out low and husky and confident, not betraying my nervousness. I tried to smile as the cops eyes seemed to take in everything, taking in my sexy outfit and all the details, from my sexy outfit to my fire engine red lips. "Ma'am, do you know just how fast you were going?" The woman's voice was sultry, her eyes flickering up and down, checking out my cleavage. With my 36B tits, I am not overly well endowed, however I do know how to dress to enhance the gifts I have been given. My nipples were instantly hard, pressing against the silky red fabric of my halter top, tingling with excitement as other parts of my body reacted as well. "Officer," my voice came out as a purr, "I was going 55, the speed limit." As an afterthought, I through in the word, "Ma'am," at the end of my sentence. I watched as her eyes dilated at the word Ma'am. My eyes were level with her chest and I was intrigued when I saw her nipples harden, a rare sign of femininity in her brown asexual uniform. She took my license, examined it carefully, and then flicked her eyes over my now female body. Her eyes widened, glancing down at my hard nipples, as a shiver seemed to go down her spine. Her pupils dilated, she flicked her pretty pink tongue across her cherry red lips as she seemed to undress me with her eyes. "I clocked you at 95 in a 55 MPH, you have a heavy foot young lady." A teasing glint entered her eyes, once again she flicked her eyes over my body as she leaned forward to return my license, giving me a glimpse at her cleavage. She was well endowed, her brown uniform top gaped open, her pale white globes dotted with freckles made my mouth water, I even caught a glimpse of her pale rose colored nipples. My clit was instantly rock hard. "Officer," my voice came out breathy, "I think that there has to be some mistake here, I just got this car and I am simply not used to the power, I think I was going a little faster then 55 MPH, but not by much. I cant afford a ticket, there must be something we can do to correct this error?" Licking my lips, I caressed the wheel with my hands, the red polish making them look elegant and slender. I looked her in the eye at the end of my sentence, quite bold now, my arousal making me much more confident then I have ever felt. "You need to step out of the car young lady, I am afraid that I need to put you in the back of my cruiser while I run a check on your license." Calmly, I unfolded myself out of my red low slung car. She took my hand, to handcuff me I assumed, and lead me to her car. Quickly, she opened up the rear seat, planting both hands on my chest, she pushed me inside. "What would you do for me to forget your those few extra MPHs," she said, Quickly unbuttoning the first few buttons on her ugly brown plain cops uniform. Underneath, she wore and asexual A-frame shirt. A sexy white lace bra underneath caught my attention, her breasts were proud and firm, standing to attention, her nipples were rock hard, begging for my attention. I leaned forward, my tongue flicking out, swirling my tongue around her pert right nipple. It got even harder, my body trembled with excitement as I sucked it into my mouth. My hand went up and cupped her left breast, lifting and squeezing it as I sucked her nipple harder Quickly, I switched breasts, sucking the left one now as I roughly squeezed her right. A loud moan left her mouth as the smell of her arousal Quickly filled the car. Impatient now, needing more, I my hands fumbled with the buckle of her plain black belt. It was off in an instant, I unbuttoned the top button and unzipped her uniform pants, I gave an impatient tug on them as they pooled at her feet. Her white lace silk panties were soaked, they joined her pants on the hot road as I shoved them down roughly over her hips. Leaning forward, I buried my face in her hot and very wet quim. I sucked on her gorgeous pussy lips, drawing first one into my mouth, lapping at it with my tongue, drinking her in. I switched lips, repeating the same before I moved to seal my lips around her pert pink clit. She was so wet she Quickly got my face messy, enthusiastically I sucked harder, sliding two fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out as her hips started to move with the rhythm I was setting. Taking my fingers out of her wet cunt, I replaced it with my tongue, shoving it in while sliding the soaking wet two fingers into her ass. She screamed, riding my fingers and my face. Roughly, she reached out and fondled my tits, squeezing them and twisting my nipples, digging her nails in, marking me as hers. Taking two handfuls of my halter top, she ripped it in half. Her hands were everywhere, pushing the skirt up, she grabbed my thick and aching 7 inch clit and gave it a squeeze as well, jerking me off in quick, practiced movements. With a sigh and a moan she came, I eagerly lapped up her release as her hips jerked and she squirted directly into my mouth. I jumped as her hand came down on my ass with a loud SMACK, my head shot up, my tongue and my mouth left her wet sex. My eyes were as wide as saucers, I found myself getting harder. "Eat my ass, you whore. You made a mess, now clean it up!" Getting into the wide back seat of the cruiser, on all fours, she spread her legs wide open, offering me her wet sex and the tight rosebud of her asshole. It glistened with moisture. I smiled, leaning forward, I buried my tongue in her rear end, eagerly sticking it in and wiggling it around. My fingers entered her cunt simultaneously, three fingers now, stretching her out as I sealed my mouth around her, licking and sucking her desperately. Squirming against my face, she continued to jerk her hips, arching back against me she fucked my tongue and my face, riding me to another orgasm. With a moan, she came again. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled. "Good slut, your a good girl, you deserve a reward." Placing her hands on my shoulders, she pushed me on my back. With one movement, she sank down my thick hard clit, taking my 7" length deep inside of her, riding me Quickly up and down. She was so hot and so wet, I almost shot my load right them. Her constant teasing had me on the edge, she must have seen my eyes roll back in my head because her hand came down to slap my ass. "Did I say you could cum whore?" Her voice was harsh. "You are NEVER to come without permission, do you understand me?" She climbed off of my aching clit as she came then, perhaps from the the stimulation of my pain. Grabbing my clit, she painfully tugged on it, using it to pull me up until I was on my hands and knees. My hips jerked, the pleasure and the pain against making me wet with pleasure. She slapped my ass several times, leaving red hand prints, covering my white skin in a delicious pattern. Just as the spanking stop, I was startled to fell a big wad of spit enter hit my tight ass. Three fingers obtrusively entered my ass, stretching it out, pumping them in and out, making my hips work as I attempted to push back against her. "You like that slut, don't you?" Her voice crooned, she slowly started working her fingers until they were buried to the hilt. To my surprise and delight, a fourth finger joined the third, with a few movements, it too was buried to the hilt. My eyes teared, I had never been this full before. Precum was dripping out like a waterfall, a fifth finger joined the other four and now all of her fingers on her right hand was buried inside my ass. Pushing the fingers in and out, I felt her press harder against my tight ass. She was going to fucking fist me. I lost it then, cumming all over the disgusting backseat. "Fucking clean it up whore!" I scooted backwards, engulfing her fist totally, moaning as I started to clean up my warm and wet cum. Eagerly, I lapped it up as my torn ass took her tight fist up to her wrist. Her left hand was masturbating herself, with a sigh she came again. My clit spasmed again at the realization she was buried so deep inside of me, that we were on. I came with a jerk back against her fist. Her hand left my ass with a wet slurp. With a smile, she offered it me. "You made another mess whore." Without thinking, I began to lick her hand and her fingers, sucking them one by one, cleaning my mess up. Once her hand and fingers glistened with my spit and nothing was left on her porcelain skin, she withdrew her hand out of her cunt and I repeated it with her left hand Now clean, she wiped my spittle off on my halter top. Pulling my skirt down, she got dressed and pulled me out of the car, leading me back to my vehicle. Stuffing me back into my red Vette, the vehicle that have gotten me into this delightful mess, she fastened my seatbelt with a smile. To my shock and dismay, she withdrew her citation book. She scrawled something on a ticket, she tore one off and handed it to me. Once I took it, her words shocked me. "Buckle up for safety, young lady. And watch your speed. Not everyone is an generous as I am." Climbing back into her cruiser, with the toot of her horn and a flash of her lights, she left. Glancing down at the ticket in hand, my ass so sore I could barely sit still, I read the writing. In bold, distinctive handwriting, were the words: "Call me." Followed by a phone number. I started my car, heading heading home at a more sedate pace. Walking into the kitchen, Jason was there waiting. "Your late." His voice startled me out of my revere, my body aching in a delicious way. "Dinner was getting cold, I have it in the oven now. Anything interesting happen today? I figured you got caught up shopping for this and that." I smiled, sitting down at the table, starting to eat the dinner he placed in front of me. Beginning to eat, I thought of the crumpled piece of paper crumpled up at the bottom of my purse. If he only knew. I knew in an instant I would in fact be calling her very, very soon. This was a birthday I would never forget. The Birthday Gift Author's Note: This was written for a special friend who has shared her deepest self with me and I wrote out her fantasy to repay her with my thanks. I hope you enjoy it as well. Please comment and vote, I try to reply to all commentators who leave an e-mail address. "Where are we going Hon?" The streetlights made flowing patterns on her shoulders, arms and thighs as they shone through the windshield, her bare skin contrasting sharply with the black silk of her short simple shift. "A special birthday deserves a special present." "What's special about being 36?" "A woman is at her sensual peak and I wanted you to have something you always wanted." "You're so good to me darling, what is it? Is it jewellery, that solitaire we saw in Diamond Brite's window?" He laughed, knowing she was joking, "Nope." She frowned a little trying to think what he had got for her. They couldn't afford a new car just for her or a new house, he knew squat about designer clothes or shoes, besides there was nothing like that she had said she ever wanted. "I give up, what is it?" "Wait and see, I know you'll enjoy it." She sat quietly patient, enjoying the feel of the leather car seat against her bare legs as he drove them into the country, finally taking a turn between impressive stone pillars that supported big iron gates. A modest brass plate gleamed briefly in the headlights, 'Members Only', nothing else, no name, just the warning. The long drive wound through tall trees made to seem darker and more brooding by the tiny golden lights strung along the edge of the driveway. Driving through a sudden break in the trees, she gasped at the fairytale vision of the gabled mansion, illuminated by pale amber spotlights and seemingly floating in the darkness. "It's beautiful, but where are we?" "A friend of mine does business with one of the members, he managed to get us invited to one of the open nights." "It looks wonderful, I'm sure I'll love the food darling. Thank you." She leant over to kiss his cheek, the seatbelt stretching the silk of her little black dress taught over her breasts and acorn hard nipples. He had asked her not to wear a bra tonight and she had been happy to humour him this once. Her petite figure was well toned from regular visits to the gymnasium and she didn't really need any support. It was just that she preferred not to show off her nipples, they were very sensitive and nearly always erect. They seemed to be magnets for hetero males and most men rarely looked her in the eye as a consequence. "Well I'm told the food is very good here, but I think that there will be much more that will interest you." She looked at him and thought there was a half smile on his lips, but it was dark and she couldn't be sure. "You're being very mysterious?" "That's because it's a surprise, it'll be worth it." Her high heels made walking awkward on the gravel drive until she reached the sandstone of the wide front steps. If she didn't wear five inch heels she would look like a little girl beside his six foot frame, besides he always said he loved the look of her in killer heels. She smiled to herself as he handed her up the steps. He also said he especially liked the look of her in heels and nothing else. ‘Fuck-me' heels he called them. She trembled a little and he felt it in her hand. "Are you chilly baby, I can go back to the car for your wrap?" "No I'm fine darling." It was the memory of the last time she had worn these shoes that made her shiver. He had pushed her face to the wall of their bedroom with one hand and held her wrists firmly above her head in his other. The feel of him hard and slick with his arousal as he entered her from behind had taken her straight over the edge, arching her back and thrusting back into his lap, the first of several gorgeous orgasms that delightful night. A very big man met them at the door. His smoothly shaven head seemed almost small atop very broad shoulders that stretched his black suit jacket out in a wide triangle from trim waist and slim hips. Her pale delicate hand was swallowed up in his ebony grip as he bowed deeply, gently pressing his moist full lips to her slim fingers. "Welcome Madame, please come this way." She shivered afresh from his hot breath on the back of her hand and the dry touch of his skin. The deep chocolate tones of his voice perfectly matched his African looks, so black as to be almost purple in the low light. She looked over her shoulder as he led her down the wood panelled corridor. Her man was following just behind, smiling and reassuring her. "Go ahead its fine I'm right here sweetheart." The room was very grand with subdued lighting that added an intimate atmosphere, a ballroom of surprisingly big proportions in a house of the size she had seen from the drive. It must go back a way behind the frontage she thought. The walls were half panelled and wallpapered in dark material that looked to be a rich, hand painted cloth above. In the centre of the room was a raised platform, bare but draped in what she thought was black silk or satin. Around the rest of the room were scattered circular tables, set with bright white linen, glittering glass and silverware sparkling in the candlelight. Seated around were many people, mostly men in dark suits and gleaming white shirts. Here and there the light sparkled on jewelled cuff links and tiepins as well as rings and expensive watches. The few women among them were startlingly beautiful and all turned to look as she walked in, a diminutive pale figure on the arm of the huge black suited man. She felt even smaller as he led her to a table near the stage at the centre of the room and seated her formally, drawing her chair back and then easing her into it at the table. "Thank you," she said to him. "It will be my pleasure." She thought she must have misheard him in her fluster at the scrutiny of the other guests. Her man joined her and took her hand, squeezing it slightly in support. She turned to him, "This is so grand, it must be costing a fortune." "Don't worry it's all taken care of, just relax and enjoy it." "Joanne, but my friends call me Jo," she said in response to the man seated alongside her. He was in his early fifties with grizzled hair and a salt and pepper beard and moustache, broad shouldered and with a smile that twinkled his eyes. "Then I should like to call you Jo also, I'm David. You have not been to these gatherings before?" "No, my partner has brought me as a special treat." She turned to introduce him but he was leaning towards a glittering blonde in a black dress that plunged to her waist exposing the inside curves of a very firm bust, he was deep in conversation so she turned back to her new friend. "This is a very smart place; I didn't see a name as we came in?" "We Members know where it is so we see no need for a name. You must be the guest tonight?" "I don't suppose we are the only guests here, there seem such a lot of people. My partner had an invitation through his work." "There is only ever one Guest, congratulations. I am looking forward to your pleasure I am sure you will be satisfied." She thought it was an odd way to say it but she acknowledged his hospitality. "Thank you, I will do my best to enjoy myself." "Excellent, excellent! Pardon me there is a stray hair." He reached toward her and brushed her hair from her forehead with a slow delicate touch. His cool fingers lingered on her cheek and slid to her shoulder to rest briefly, then stroke down her bare arm. The strange intensity of his gaze and the sensuality of the contact made her feel a tightening low down in her belly, something she only ever felt when she was being intimate. The dinner was delicious and the wine wonderful. David refilled her glass several times and also encouraged her to drink the chilled mineral water saying, "We mustn't dull the senses or the pleasure of the evening will be spoilt." Her man smiled and chatted with her as well as the woman next to him. He had introduced her, "This is Sonia, she arranges these gatherings and manages the House for the Members." "Hello Joanne we are all so very glad you could come tonight. Your sponsor said he thought you would make a perfect Guest." She didn't understand quite what Sonia meant but was polite in her reply. "I am surprised that we are the only guests but thank you so much, it is all quite special." "The pleasure will be all ours I assure you, may I call you Jo?" There was that odd phrasing again, "Yes of course, please do." "Wasn't the desert to die for? Our Chef is a master, we have him flown over from Europe especially for these gatherings. If you have finished we can start the entertainment?" "You are all waiting for me?" "Why of course, you are the Guest." Both Sonia and David laughed gently at her expression and some of the other richly dressed people around her table clapped. She saw others at nearby tables craning their heads to see, smiling and clapping also. Her hand snaked into her man's and clutched it, he squeezed back and she saw him smiling at her. A warm feeling of lassitude and relaxed comfort suffused her and she saw lights come up on the black draped circular stage in the centre of the room as the other room lights dimmed further. The candlelight flickered and gleamed off the tableware and jewellery. The dancers were supple and lithe in loose robes of sheer material, moving together as a close couple with grace and control to the classical themed music that filled the room from hidden speakers. She admired their ability and sheer power as he lifted her into the air, the lights flaring through their clothes to outline perfect forms as she slid back down along his arms and bowed body to her knees. It was a second or so before it dawned on her that the woman had not risen but her torso was undulating like a snake against the man's legs. Her head was moving to and fro as he held it lightly in his hands. The liquid sounds and wet gleam of light on the muscular shaft sliding between the dancer's lips somehow didn't surprise her and she leant forward onto her elbows, her breasts lightly brushing the table edge. She saw David turn towards her at her slight gasp as her nipples, already erect from the action on stage were unexpectedly stimulated. A gentle hand stroked her back, exploring her shoulder blades and that special spot at the base of her neck. She looked across but her man was looking raptly at the stage with Sonia whispering something as he nodded, both his hands were on the table. She looked at David who was looking at her with soft eyes and a half smile. "Are you OK with this?" She hesitated for a brief heartbeat, the liquid feeling in her belly becoming molten at his knowing touch and she felt herself tightening in that way she knew. "Yes, this is quite, quite special." David turned and she saw his arm raise as though to summon the waiter. She continued to watch the couple on stage as they shed their gowns and slowly coupled. The low moan and breathy sigh as the male first entered the female made her feel that it was she who was being made love to on stage. Around her the other diners were watching the dancers come to an arching athletic climax, the candlelight making their rapt faces glow with an Old Master sheen. The hands on her bare shoulders were large and strong, the ebony skin a sharp contrast with her pale, almost translucent complexion. She looked up and saw the man who had met her at the door, his bare chest a sculpted plane of muscles gleaming in the candlelight as though lightly oiled. His teeth were startling against his face as he smiled gently down at her. She turned to look at her man and he was smiling also and nodding encouragement. "This is all for you darling, go ahead. I'm here for you, just call me and I'll be with you." She looked back up into those dark eyes and smiled. He lifted her in what felt like a single movement from her chair and into his arms. She could feel his muscles moving under the velvety smooth skin of his arms and chest as he carried her as easily as though she were a child, towards the stage. Standing in the spotlight she looked at him as he moved sinuously around her, touching and caressing. He wore only a loose pair of black shorts that bulged with promise, the plates of his abdominal muscles ridged his flat stomach. It was only then she noticed he had no body hair at all, not even eyebrows but his strange gleaming black smoothness was enticing. She reached out to touch his swaying body, running her pale fingers over the taught skin of his belly and up to the slab of his pecs to pinch his dark nipple between the red painted nails of finger and thumb. In response he twitched undone the tied spaghetti straps of her dress and it slid deliciously down over her sensitive breasts, the silky friction over her nipples making her want to scream. Pooling at her waist the dress left her torso bare and she looked down at his hands on her, cupping her breasts in midnight and pinching carmine nipples that sent vibrating sensations through her to explode inside her head. Turning her face up to his she said, "Kiss me?" "Of course, Madame." His mouth covered hers and his thick tongue took her. She moaned as it felt as though he was sucking the breath from her soul. He possessed her and explored her, his lips and nipping teeth driving her to the edge of crying out. She felt his hands on her shoulders and back but others were sliding the material of her dress from her hips to slip to the floor. The black lace thong and matching hold up hose she had decided to wear were sharp in tone on her skin and covered by other strong hands she could not see, stroking and probing to discover the moist centre of her body, making her writhe. "You are very small, we will be careful of you, do not worry" The rich tones in her ear were not those of the man kissing her. She broke off to gasp a breath and looked aside at a second dark skinned face with heavy lidded eyes of an even bigger man standing behind her, his hands resting on her pelvis. "Are the two of you to have me?" "If you wish." "Please." As the first leant to kiss her breasts, sending tremors through her spine the second slid her panties over her hips and planted hot kisses between her buttocks, his tongue searching for and finding her anus, to circle it with a sharp tip. "Oh God, that feels sooo good!" she heard her own voice as though a stranger's groan. "It is so fine to be worshipped at such times." A voice came from low down behind her. "You are so right," the reply came from in front. She slid her hands under the waistband of his shorts and cupped his satin heaviness in both hands gasping at the immensity of his endowment. The swollen tip filled her palm, slick with his excitement and she traced the rim of him with finger and thumb pleased at the tremor and expansion it brought. He gripped her shoulders as she stroked him and she spread her thighs to allow other thick fingers to enter and probe her wet core, crying out as a thumb slowly slid into her ass to stretch her there. She felt herself picked up and handled like a rag doll, hands and mouths were everywhere and she lost any idea of where was up and down as tongues and fingers found all her tender places. The first and second orgasm were hard on each other and she lost track of the aftershocks and shudders until she found herself upright, held in four strong hands sandwiched between two huge black bodies, her pale blue veined skin glowing against their midnight satin flesh. She felt them spread her between them, open and accepting as they jointly eased their hard erections into her, stretching her to her limits, the feel of them both sliding into her an agony of pleasure. She felt the veins and ridges of each of them slipping against the other through the thin membrane between them and the twin thrusts delving deep into her inner spaces. Her feet did not reach to the floor and she hung impaled, suspended between two ebony pillars of undulating flesh. She looked down and saw the dark meat of one lover slide into her and reappear in a steady rhythm, glisteningly wet from her, matching the stretching entry and sliding wet friction that rapidly made her cum again, this time the tidal wave of pleasure welled out from her pelvis to wash up through her chest and into her head, wiping all conscious thought clean in a flood of ecstasy that left her limp and drained while still doubly penetrated by their thrusting cocks as thick as her wrist. Leaning back against one massive chest she ground her hips in a luxurious figure eight between them and was rewarded by their groans and uncontrolled spasms, filling her with thick seed as they ejaculated into her. The pumping gush was both hot within her and cool as it flowed from her around their still moving shafts. Eventually they eased from her and she stood panting and spent between them. They laid her down delicately like she was a doll and stroked her still trembling body tenderly with dark hands. She watched as their fingers moved on her white flesh, the few freckles on her arms and breasts seeming only to enhance the contrast with the black skin. She closed her eyes briefly and they were gone. Soft lips brushed her ankles and shoulders as other hands touched her in myriad places like feathers or fairies. The aftershocks of orgasm were raised towards fresh peaks as warm moist mouths engulfed her breasts and sucked her nipples. She eased her thighs apart to accommodate a face with curled hair that kissed her inner thighs and drank from her soaking core, tongue laving the bruised lips of her entrance sucking in her labia and pressing against her every sensitive nerve with a searching knowledgeable tongue. Lifting her head she looked down across her body and the many hands and saw David's glittering eyes looking back from between her thighs. She smiled and let her head fall back as she arched her back in the approach to orgasm. She saw her man looking at her with an expression of amazed excitement and she reached out towards him. He held her hand as she came, twisting and writhing under the ministration of many lovers. "Thank you darling," she said and slipped into the warm blackness of exhausted satisfaction. Author's End Note: If you like or disliked this story please comment and vote. If you have suggestions or ideas please let me know.