1 comments/ 23497 views/ 1 favorites The Birthday Girl Ch. 01 By: Paris Waterman Preface For some time now, I have had it in mind to put together a sort of compilation of my stories. Not the entire body of work, of course, but a kind of smorgasbord, to titillate both new readers and old into delving back into the main stories at their leisure. To my knowledge this has not been done by any other writers of erotica thus far. Each Chapter or Part sustains itself. One may stop and/or start at any point one chooses to. I wish happy reading to one and all. Paris Waterman Author's Note: The only thanks we get are your comments and e-mails. Please let us know how you like these stories. What's good, and what's not so good. Thank you. Part 1 "I met this girl, her name is Shelly," Sullivan said as if testing me to see if I'd mock him somehow. This was not the overly confident Sully I knew so well. "Do tell," I said. This was a first; he'd never dropped a girl's name quite like this before. It was always something along the lines of describing the pickup, the seduction, (in great detail, I should add) and any humorous antidote resulting from their relationship. So it sounded serious. "Yeah," he glanced down at his feet, pawed the ground like a bull getting ready to charge. "Thing is, we're serious. Met my folks and all that shit, ya know?" This was serious. I shook his hand. "Do I get to meet her too? I mean, this is great news Sully." "Umm, yeah, thanks." He said with a furrowed brow. "Meeting you like this is good." "Always good to see you too," I said, just marking time in the conversation. "Gonna get married in four months," he said as softly as I'd ever heard him say anything. "Well, hell! Sully, congratulations! When do I get to meet this lucky girl?" "Would you . . . I mean I know its last minute and all . . . but would you be my best man?" "Yeah, sure," I said immediately. "It would be an honor. When, where and whatever details do I need?" Sully smiled, and relaxed obviously relived at my acceptance. We wandered into a bar and had a couple beers and all the while Sully seemed to be somewhere else. "Hey, Sully!" I called out, as I nudged him. He looked at me, but was silent for a moment. Then he seemed to make up his mind and looked me right in the eye and said, "I want you to do me a favor." "I just did, I'm your best man remember?" "No, not that. This is something else. I . . . think you'll like it . . . I mean I don't think you're gonna say no, but it's an unusual favor." "So . . .?" "It's about Shelly. I mean, you don't know anything about her and all . . ." "Like I said. So?" "Let's get another beer first huh?" Actually, we had two more beers before he broke the silence. "We've known each other forever, right?" "Forever, yeah." "What I'm gonna ask . . . whether you say yes or no . . . it stays between us, right? I mean, you ain't gonna blab this around after you have a couple beers some night, okay?" "Our secret Sully, now what the fuck is it? He exhaled, then took a deep breath, "Okay, Shelly's birthday is coming up, next Saturday. I mean this Saturday." He was as nervous as I'd ever seen him. "We been talking, ya know? About life and the future, shit like that." "Sully, get to the fucking point!" He swallowed his beer and motioned for another. After the bartender wiped the foam from the top of his glass he managed to get it out. "We've talked about fantasies. Sexual fantasies, ya know?" I nodded. He had my complete attention. "Shelly . . . she . . . told me hers." "Yeah, so?" "She, err, fantasizes having two guys sticking to her at the same time." "You mean one up her ass and one in her snatch?" "Umm, I'm not sure about that, but for sure sucking one cock while getting poked by the other." I smiled at him and he wiped his brow. New beads of sweat replaced the one's he had wiped away. I couldn't believe my luck. I knew Sully. He was serious. "You can count on me, Sully." I had a raging hardon already. "Are you sure she's for this?" He gave me that confident smile of his, and I knew it was. Later that night, I boffed my girl, Mandy four times before she begged off, claiming she was "sore down there." I wound up whacking off once on my own just to cool down. The Birthday Girl Ch. 01 "Oh!" She screamed, "Here it comes! Ooooooo . . . Fuck me baby! Sully darlin'  fuck me!" Her hand was a blur as she continued fingering her clit. Sully pulled out as his ejaculate arced with the initial line landing on her neck. The rest of his load was not as powerful, merely splattering over the cheeks of her fine ass. Sully collapsed alongside me on the floor and we watched Shelly's changing expressions as her climax subsided. "Jesus, Jack," she said softly, "my pussy feels like a swamp!" "Smells like one too," he teased in typical Sully fashion. She giggled at his weak joke, and I watched his semen trickling out of her. We lay there for a few minutes resting and waiting to see who would make the next move. Finally someone said, "Let's get into the shower." I found out later it was me. I never recognized my voice. The Birthday Girl Ch. 02 "I'll get us some beers," Sully said, and he ambled off to the kitchen while Shelly and I lay entwined, too tired and too relaxed to move. "Ah shit!" Sully's voice reverberated throughout the apartment. "What?" We called out in unison. "There ain't no more fuckin' beer." Shelly giggled and I laughed, calling out, "Go get some, you're the host at this party." "Yeah, yeah," he called out from the other room, keep your pants on." then cackling at his own humor he shambled into the bedroom searching for his pants and wallet. "I'll be only be gone a couple minutes hon." "Okay, but you don't have to go. We have wine and some scotch left you know." "A guy needs his beer. I'm an ass not to have bought more." I remained quiet. Shelly got up and gave Sully a hug and a long sloppy kiss. I returned to the bedroom and heard the door close. Moments later, Shelly scampered in and wrapped her fingers around my erection and saucily squealed, "Let's hit the shower Jimbo." I got up, and she playfully used her grip to guide me into the bathroom. I went willingly, squeezing her ass all the way. We were in the shower without the water running. Shelly was amusing herself jerking me off. When she discovered the cream coating my cock, she took a fit of giggling and increased her movements, making wonderful squishing sounds and priming me for another climax. I turned the shower on, and a hot, pulsing stream of water splashed across our bodies, enveloping us in billows of steam. I kissed her, really the first time I had done so, and she responded, her tongue gently dueling with mine. I kissed her neck and listened to her moan. I traced the little swirls of her ear with my tongue and sucked the lobe tenderly in and out of my mouth as she squeezed my rigid cock. I didn't want to come this way, so I disengaged her hand and began licking the space between her almost non-existent tits. Shelly responded by groaning aloud. "Oh, God... I love that! I never... " My mouth and tongue went lower, along her rib cage and I felt her tremble. "Jimbo!" "Like this?" "God yes!" She hissed through clenched teeth. As I knelt on the shower floor beneath her, Shelly leaned against the tiled wall, then lifted her right leg and draped it over my shoulder. Her pussy gaped open in front of me and I mashed my mouth against it. I helped support her by gripping the cheeks of her ass and pulling her closer to me. Alternating between gentle sucks and light flicking tongue licks I covered her cunt, mixing her juices with my salvia. She responded by emitting a long "Mmmmmm" from deep within her throat. My thumb found her engorged clit and teased it as I sucked harder on her inner folds. Shelly's legs began to tremble. My tongue went deep. "Oh, Christ!" "Something wrong?" "Fuck no! It's... perfect... I'm... so close..." I took a firmer grip on the soft flesh of her cheeks and pulled her hips tighter against my face, while parting her fleshy folds with my tongue and darting deeply inside her. She grunted, then her breath caught, and suddenly she was gasping for air, her hands wrapped in my hair, pulling my head tightly against her as she ground her cunt against my face. I groaned from both pain and delight. She was literally gushing juice that tasted like honey to me. My tongue feasted on her sopping crevice, pressing in and out, in and out, lapping at her clit with each withdrawal. Shelly's hips ground and rotated with increasing urgency, thrashing against my face as she began to come. "Oh yes! Yes!" Her whole body seemed to be vibrating. "Uh huh! Yes! Like that! Ohhhhh, shit yes!" Her thighs held my head in a vise-like grip as the water cascaded off us. "Feels so fucking good!" Suddenly, the tight walls of her cunt contracted around my tongue. I pulled it out, captured her clit between my lips, and began to suck. Each time I drew her clit in, I felt her body spasm, and knew she was coming. Shelly thrust her mound against my mouth one last time and screamed her release. "Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh! I'm... gonna... Oh, you mother fucker!" I moved away to watch. Deprived of my mouth, her hand flew to her cunt and a finger became a blur before my eyes as she strummed her clit. Sweet Jesus! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Her back arched as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her, while I knelt before her licking and sucking, straining to do my utmost to ensure she enjoyed a spectacular cum. My efforts were rewarded and I fell back on my behind enjoying her sounds and gasps until they subsided and the tenseness in her body eased. She slumped against the shower wall, still gasping for air. On my knees in front of her, my tongue returned to lavishing soothing care on her labia, teasing; caressing; calming. A seemingly endless flow of juices trickled from her to my lips and face. "You okay?" I smiled up at her. "Mmmmmm," she purred, "I'm a hell of a lot better than okay!" My tongue gave her a lascivious lick and she shivered. "James . . . that was incredible!" "It was my pleasure ma'am." Shelly chuckled, and hugged me tight. We stood cocooned in each other's arms, rocking under the hot spray for five or ten minutes before hearing the door slam and Sully calling out to us until he finally wandered into the bathroom and found us still hugging one another. We took turns toweling one another off and drinking the beers Sully handed to us. "Must have been quite a shower you guys took, eh?" "Jack... it was the greatest," Shelly cooed. "Your buddy here has got to have the world's greatest tongue. "Really?" "Oh yeah!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Lookit!" she said, pointing to her crotch, from which her juices continued to seep. "I'm still coming!" "Christ," he said, "I thought you took the shower to get cleaned up." Her eyebrows shot up as she carefully appraised his remark, then after considering her reply she calmly said, "Shit happens." We all laughed at that and made our way back to the bedroom to fuck some more. Shelly, holding a towel between her legs to absorb her excess flow, pushed me onto my back and said, "Close your eyes, lie still... and enjoy. It's my turn, now," and she lowered her body onto mine. She kissed me, her tongue fluttering over my lower lip, followed by a series of soft, gentle kisses across my face to my throat. I shivered as her teeth nipped me in places I'd never thought as sexually stimulating. She kissed me over my chest and ribs, ignoring my nipples for some reason, and just when I was about to request some treatment there I felt the flick of her tongue on my left tit. The sensation was so exquisite; I arched my back and moaned. She played with both nipples drawing each into and out of her mouth with a pulsing rhythm. I writhed beneath her, clenching the sheets with each of my hands. I was aware of Sully behind her, his hand busy with her body, but I couldn't tell if he was up her snatch or her ass, or both, but she was grunting with satisfaction as she made her way down to my knees, calves and finally, my ankles. When her mouth left my legs, I felt a momentary twinge of disappointment, which was quickly replaced by a sheer pleasure as her tongue suddenly swirled around the head of my cock! I looked down to see Shelly licking the tip, smearing my pre-come all over; tracing, caressing and stroking. Her fingers encircled the base of my prick, while her tongue massaged the underside, hand and mouth working up and down as one. She rotated her fingers slightly, so they slithered around me with every rise and fall. My moistened cock gleamed momentarily in the dim light before vanishing down her throat. My hips were rising and falling on the mattress as if tuned to a metronome. Shelly took the opportunity to cup my ass cheeks in her hands as her mouth quickened its tempo on my prick. She closed her eyes as she licked the head of my dick, seeming to savor the taste, before gulping down several inches of it. I ran my fingers through her hair and breathed unevenly as her warm, insistent lips sucked me persistently. "Oh God, that's it, suck it," I cried, "I've never had anybody suck my cock like you do!" I knew Sully was bringing her to a climax on the other end because she was making those, "Uh huh, Uh huh," sounds with increasing frequency. The bedroom echoed with the sound of our grunts and moans. I could hear Sully's fingers sloshing through the sodden folds of her cunt and the sexy slurping sound of her lips and tongue as she sucked me off. Shelly changed her pattern, now speeding up the pace over my cock ending each stroke by allowing the head slip from her mouth with a wanton, liquid pop. I was about to erupt when she suddenly stopped and slapped my cock hard, the way a nurse is trained to do in the hospital. "What the fuck?" My cock had lost its rigidity and was leaning like the Tower of Pisa. "I want that sweet cock of yours inside me, and I want it now!" "I was just about..." "Did you hear me?" and as she spoke, her fingers raked suggestively through her shimmering pubic hair. Sully was laughing, holding himself out for us to admire. I could have cared less, and I don't think Shelly paid him any attention either. She repositioned herself, kneeling near the head of the bed, placing her hands flat against the wall, arms extended, her body bent forward at the waist. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled mischievously. "My ass is all yours kind Sir. Please don't hurt me . . . to much. And, giggling like a schoolgirl, she lewdly spread her cheeks apart. So that's what Sully had been up to! He hadn't been fingering her pussy . . . well, maybe a little, but he had concentrated his effort on opening her asshole -- for me! On further examination, I found Shelly's nether hole wide open and well lubricated. I snuggled up close and found my dick had hardened considerably since the slap. "Why shouldn't I hurt you?" I asked remembering her request moments earlier. "Didn't I just give you great head?" "You played with me, bitch," I said and smacked her right cheek. "Ouchie! She yelped. "Did it hurt honey?" Sully asked. "Yes, he hits harder than you." "Oh?" "But then you're never mad at me. I think I hurt his . . ." She got no further. I was jamming my cock into her. Later, Sully told me how her eyes had widened in surprise at my sudden attack. As I plunged deep into her ass, I wrapped my arms around her waist too keep her in place. "Ahhhhhh!" It was the sound of a woman on the receiving end of both pain and pleasure. Her ass was so tight... so tight... so hot... so tight... the walls of her rectum closed tightly around my cock as I tried to force it in further. "Oh! Stop it! Oh! Oh! James, I think you're gonna rip me . . ." "Shut up and fuck!" I growled, and heard Sully laugh evilly behind me. "Wriggle that ass. Help me hit bottom." I still believe it was that last thing, about hitting bottom that did it. Shelly went ape shit, and reached down to help guide me into her deepest darkness as she shook that ass as I'd asked. She closed her eyes and leaned back into my chest, guttural sounds emanating from her throat. "Mmmmmm. You're in, you're in! That feels so good. Don't stop." She murmured hoarsely. I reached around to her breasts and started to yank on her engorged nipples. Sully positioned himself directly in front of her and was tormenting her by slapping her face with his cock. Shelly was up for the game, and attempted to capture it with her mouth. Eventually, Sully let her grip him and she started sucking him with wild abandon. Shelly's breath quickened, small moans escaped her lips as she maintained her balance with her knees and one hand. The other hand was busy frigging her cunt. By this time my eight inches was fully up her hole. I looked down at her hips and slowly pulled out until only the head of my cock was still inside her. With Sully firmly embedded in her mouth, she reached behind her to pull my ass cheeks into her hands, tugging them to her while her own hips gyrated back against me. I slammed my meat into her. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" She grunted when Sully slipped from her mouth. "Want it harder?" "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Sully planted his prick back into her mouth, effectively shutting her up for the moment. I counted to five, and then slammed it into her as deeply as I could, wringing another cry from her. I began to move with faster strokes. Her legs trembled and I think the only thing preventing her collapse was the anticipation of a huge climax. Sully came; pulling away from her mouth he spewed a long thick, grayish rope directly into her face and hair. I reached under her, fingers roving through her pubic ringlets, and found her tiny, throbbing clit. My cock ached and throbbed, I expect her clit must have felt the same. Oops! Too much fucking around! I took too long a stroke, and I'm all the way out of her ass. Looking down I see I'm as hard as a rock and her asshole is all dilated from my fucking. I put it back in and push my full length into her. Shelly groaned and Sully laughed that nasty laugh of his. Shelly let out a squeal each time I penetrated her. Naturally I increased the tempo, pulling all the way out and driving all the way in to her hot clenching guts. The feeling was incredibly intense. Then Sully was alongside me, "Pull out," he said. "Why?" I groaned with disappointment. "I just wanna see her asshole, and how far you stretched it." While he took his time checking Shelly out, I noticed her fingers still working her sopping pussy. Impatient to get back to slamming it into her, I told myself that while there is nothing as decadent as fucking a woman's asshole, I'd be a fool not to fuck her perfectly willing, unused pussy right below it. But it was not to be . . . at least not right then. "Put it back in Jim," he said. "About fucking time," Shelly groaned. "Fuck me Superman, come on lay some pipe to me!" I wriggled it back in, but lost my rhythm and discover that I'm just making jerky stabbing strokes; although I am deep in her guts. Shelly's talking dirty now. In a sort of half pleading, half-demanding tone of voice, she's saying, "C'mon, cum in my ass!" Sully chimes in too. "Fuck that tight hole, Jimbo, come on, sock it to her!" "Fuck my ass!" Shelly yelled. And when Sully obliged her, she followed with a moan that grew more strident with each word. "C'mon, c'mon! FUCK ME UP THAT OLD ASSHOLE!" For my part, I can't hold out any longer. I've got to cum. I let loose a tremendous load, and fill her darkened orifice even as she spreads her cheeks further apart, humping back at me as I empty into her. I have what was probably the strongest cum of my life, and collapse on top of her. I'm drained physically and emotionally. She doesn't seem too much the worse for the wear, but we're both sweaty and my dick has shit smears on it. Sully opened another beer and laughed at us as we trudged into the shower again. This time we washed each other and got the hell out without fooling around. Now I lay back on the bed and watched as an aroused Sully screwed her from behind. Both of them were obviously deriving great pleasure from his jackhammer-like strokes. His hands left red welts on her pale skin as he used her hips to pull her back onto his stiff prick. He was riding her like a wild bronco, Shelly's small tits jounced in time with his strokes. The sound of his balls slapping against her pussy appeared to inspire him, driving him to exert even greater amounts of energy. Watching them recharged my batteries as well. After they both came, I got them beers, and we sat around making light conversation. Shelly sat with her legs apart, revealing her battered cunt to both of us. "Whew! My twat is getting sore from all this special handling fellas," she said with a smirk on her face. Sully grinned, "Happy Birthday, baby." "Yeah," I said, "Happy Birthday, and many more of the same." All the while secretly hoping there'd be at least one more time like this. Taking a closer look at Shelly's snatch, I noticed traces of semen visible on her thighs. "Look Sully," I said, pointing. We all laughed, and Shelly got up to clean herself off. When she returned and sat between us once again, I was totally horny. But it was obvious she need a little rest. Sully sensed this too, and began reminiscing about having sex with her after they'd first met. "Oh yeah, one of the first times we made it, she used ice cubes on my balls to revive me. The contrast of her warm mouth sucking and nibbling with the ice cube pressed right up under my balls . . . oh, man, it was out of this world. You know, Shelly tells me I'm the only man in the world she'll do this with." "Then," Sully continued, "as soon as I started to show signs of life, she started reaming my asshole with a finger while her other hand is wrapped around my dick. She just squeezed it every once and a while. I'm usually a wild man after about five minutes, and have never lasted more than ten - even if I never get hard. If I do get hard, Shelly will either fuck, or suck the orgasm right out of me." I looked at Shelly as I got up to get us another round of beers, and she nodded her head affirmatively, giving support to his story. I put a sad expression on my face and stared at her. "You heard him," she said. "He's the lucky guy, and the only guy." Then she giggled. Her face brightened with a huge smile and she cooed, "Maybe I'll do something unique with you." "Is that a promise?" "We'll see." As we finished off our beers, I found myself studying Shelly. Sully was watching her too, taking in her beauty. Both of us wanted her again. She noticed our newly risen boners, and languidly reached her arms out, inviting us to come closer to her. We did, and as we drew near she closed her eyes. I reached out and ran my fingers along her jaw line, down her throat to her chest, and began to run small circles around her nipples. She let out a low moan, but didn't open her eyes. I glanced at Sully as he sat quietly watching me, a shit-eating grin on his face. Shelly opened her eyes, and took hold of both our dicks. "God knows what I'm gonna do with all this meat," she giggled. "Mind if I play with your little titties?" I said my voice dry, and husky. "Be my guest," she said shyly. Placing my arm around her shoulder, I bent low to lick the tops of her almost non-existent breasts. "They're small tits," Sully said in a low tone, reading my mind. "I know they're small tits. But as soon as I can save enough money, we agreed to get her a boob job." "But you love 'em like they are, don't you honey?" Shelly asked him pensively, her finger trilling its way around my ear. "I certainly do, and I think Jimbo here loves them too. What about it man?" I continued toying with her nipples, brushed my tongue between her breasts. Shelly trembled at this. "They are marvelous right now, Jack." And then I bit the bullet and plunged in with what I really thought. "Do you really think enlarging them will be an improvement?" "Sure," said Sully. "Well . . . "Shelly said with some uncertainly. "How big are you gonna make 'em Shelly?" I asked. "I don't know. It's kinda up to Jack..." "I think a set of 38's would be great," Sully said excitedly. "I wonder," I said, figuring Sully really didn't want her strutting around supporting a huge C or D cup. I really though I had better intercede before Shelly became grotesque in the breast department. "What?" alarmed, Shelly asked, "Why?" I played with her nipples a while longer before responding. "What size are you now?" "Umm, I wear a 32 A Bra." "Then you shouldn't go to more than a 34 B or C." The Birthday Girl Ch. 02 "What!" Sully bellowed as his face grew red. I tried to placate him, warning Shelly off with a quick side glance. "Well, my advice is to talk to the doctor first. Make sure to get a competent one to tell you the truth. I think Shelly's frame would be distorted carrying 38's. I mean, do you want her to be freakish like Dolly Parton?" "I don't want to look like her," Shelly said, and began to cry. "Damn it, Jimbo! Look what you've gone and done." "Hey, Sully, I didn't mean . . ." "Leave him alone Jack," she cried out, waving her arm at him. "He's being honest." "Shelly?" "Yes?" "It might help if you showed Jack some photos of women with 34 B's or C's." "Maybe you're right," she said, wiping her arm across her face. "You ARE willing to look aren't you?" I said, shooting him a warning look. "Of course I am! I love my girl, wouldn't hurt her for the world." Shelly sniffed, and then gave us both a glimpse of her beautiful smile. "You two!" she said, revealing a relief that that not been on her face until then. She reached for a pile of 'People" magazines. "I think they have some good examples here." As she thumbed through the first magazine, Sully and I exchanged looks. It was a silent agreement that he'd look, but remained uncommitted. It was good enough for me. Then, as I had hoped, he recanted after seeing several movie stars hanging out of low-cut dresses and hearing that they were in the B-cup category. "You see Jack," she said, "it's like I've been telling you, it's not the 36, or 38 size that matters, it's the cup size; A, B, C, or D. "Hey, Shelly," I said, breaking into her conversation, "enough about your tits." She covered them with her palms and giggled shyly. "How 'bout I get a good look at your twat. Maybe that needs to be addressed too." They both cracked up at this, as if it were the funniest thing ever, eliminating the tension that had been mounting. Then Shelly lay back and unabashedly spread her legs as if I were her gynecologist and separated her labia with her fingers, letting me have as good a look as I ever have, before or since. "Have you ever slept with two women?" She asked as I was examining her, my nose very close to her sleeping clit. I had to say yes, because I had. "Go on, Jimbo, tell her about it," Sully prodded me, using a nickname he knew I didn't care for. He caught my glare, chuckled and got up to refresh our drinks. As he was leaving the room he turned and over his shoulder said, "Hearing sexy stories always makes her horny." Shelly and I started to chuckle at this and soon were laughing as hard as we could, like two silly kids. So I told her, but that's another story, and I'm not going there now. ***** "Jesus! James, that was hotter than hot!" Shelly said, and took a long pull at her Budweiser. "You liked it huh?" "Wow!" Sully chimed in, "Told you." "So you did, so you did, Shelly said agreeably." I drained my beer and headed to the fridge for another round. When I returned, Shelly was kneeling between Sully's legs, examining his cock. I was curious myself, and saw that head of his cock was like a small apple, with a deep cleft at the bottom of his glans that flared up like a big giant mushroom. She continued to play with it and eventually his precum oozed out and dribbled like honey over her questing finger tips as she caressed the knob. "Oh, yeah," he chanted over and over. I watched her tighten her grip, and smile as her wrist jerked the round, heavy roll of foreskin up and down his cock. I was erect again watching as she rolled his foreskin back up over the head. Shelly looked at me and laughed. Sully's eyes were closed; he was definitely enjoying this slow masturbation. "He's so . . . sticky," she laughed, "see?" What I saw, was her outstretched legs, inviting me to stroke the fire down below, as she worked his engine up topside. "Touch me, please," she whispered to me. I began to rub her nipple, using slow, tantalizing circles. She reached out and gripped my dick. She lay back, relaxed against the pillows, pumping both our pricks and occasionally leaning over and licking them in turn. Sully's fingers found her cunt and delved inside. The room was filled with soft moans as the three of us moved toward yet another climax. Shelly drew in her breath. "I've always wondered what it would be like to do this," she whispered. "And?" Sully asked. "It's fucking fantastic!" She leaned forward and kissed him. It was a long, languid kiss --- pure love. I felt like an intruder except she had such a tight grip on my dick that I knew I belonged. Shelly began to pump his cock with long strokes from the base to the tip, milking him with increasing pressure. Her hand movements blurred as she stared at his bulging prick, waiting to see the juice squirt. I remained motionless, content to witness her ministering to him. We all felt Sully's body writhe as he lunged upwards, driving his cock harder into her hand, his cock jumping in her pounding fist, spurted. Not squirt after squirt, as one might expect, but one continuous stream of cum onto her thighs. As Sully was groaning out the last of his great ejaculation, Shelly took me back in tow, and started to bring me off too. Her delicate fingers traced the thickened skin of my balls, scratching at the rough surface there, while her other hand moved into high gear on my quivering cock. I was coming, and aimed my load at her face a split second before I exploded. Shelly shook with laughter as it clung like gelatin globules to her nose and hair. "Now that's the nasty, right there," she said, as she used her fingers to scoop up a glob and place it daintily on the tip of her tongue. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to have some of my birthday cake now." She found another glob in her hair and swallowed it. "Got to have something sweet to follow that with," she laughed, rose to her feet and went into the kitchen. "Sully," I said, "I'm all fucked out. Will I ruin the party if I leave?" "Have some cake first, okay?" "Sure. Christ, I can't believe what happened here." "Hey, when you're hot, you're hot." Shelly called us out to the table where huge slices of cake awaited us. We scarped them up, and after Sully burped contentedly, I knelt down on the floor and moved between Shelly's thighs. "Gotta pay my final respects to the birthday girl," I mumbled. "Oh, another present?" "Kinda." "Wonderful. Gonna do it here in the kitchen?" "Does it matter?" "Go for it James. Get down and dirty." She shrieked with joy when my tongue grazed her flank. Then I was licking her stomach, wriggling my tongue around in her navel. Before long her hands were guiding me, pushing me lower. I wanted to taste her again. I could feel her wiry pubic hair against my chin, and then my tongue delved into her juiciness and she was chanting, "Yes . . . baby! Eat my cunt . . . . Eat me, James!" She was sloppy wet. As I ate her I tried to remember a woman with so much juice running out of her pussy and drew a blank. Sully opened another beer and toasted us as we went at it. I grunted and stood up, lifting Shelly in the process; only to set her ass on the table and push her down. Her legs went up around my shoulders and I continued to devour her pussy. Her hips jerking spasmodically and she started screaming. Sully held her head to protect her from hurting herself. She was pulling on my hair so hard I thought I'd lose clumps of to her. She was coming, and demanded that one of us fuck her. "Give it to me! Give it to me now!" She tried to yank my face from her crotch and succeeded. Once again, I hoisted her up. I screamed in her face, "Wrap those fuckin' legs around me; I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" "Oh, yeah! Do it! Do it! Do it!" My dick was poking her right in the stomach just above the point her pubic hair began. "Come on James, stick your cock in me, and fuck me until I can't walk. Come on, you fucker!" Holding her up with one hand, I walked us both to the wall, and using it for support, decided to fuck the living shit out of her. I lowered my cock until the head was just grazing her swollen cunt lips. As the head of my dick eased into her, Shelly opened her mouth and our tongues began to duel. The kiss lasted a long time and we were both breathless from fucking when it ended. I held her pinioned against the wall, my hands kneading her ass, my dick grinding against pubic hair. "You know . . ." I gasped, "you've got the greatest looking ass I've ever seen." "Can . . . you see it from there?" she giggled, then bit my neck, and then my shoulder as I pounded away. Her legs wrapped around me like a boa constrictor. She was sloppy wet, and I kept sliding out of her, but she was determined and kept putting me back. She bit my ear, and I yelped while she gave out a dirty laugh. Her eyes rolled back as she came. Our thighs were soaked with her juices. She was coming again as I bottomed out inside her. I knew I was a long way from finishing and that I had one of my 'forever' hardons; rock hard and long lasting. I was fucking her like a madman, slamming her ass into the wall and laughing when she grunted from the force of the contact. Squishy noises filled the room; and she told Sully that she had died and gone to heaven. Sully laughed at the two of us, even as the dishes rattled on the shelves from our effort. It was tiresome holding her upright, but she wasn't about to stop her thrusting, nor me my pounding. It felt so fucking good. Time passed; it seemed we'd been fucking for hours. Shelly started to cum again and cried out in disappointment when I pulled out of her. "Let's get you leaning over the fucking table," I croaked. "Anywhere, anytime! You're a god damn fuckin' machine, James." Pulling her close, I kissed her hungry mouth, thanking her for the compliment. Then she promptly positioned herself on the table, and looking down at my slimy dick, said, "Put it in Jim." "Mr. Nasty, at your service, lady." In no time at all she was bucking against me and breathing through her mouth. Her nostrils flared, and she snorted as if she couldn't get enough air. "Fuck her Jimbo!" Sully yelled as if I was a rodeo cowboy. Her legs were wrapped vise-like around my waist, and as we fucked I watched the perspiration form on her breasts and chest. I increased the tempo, grunting and groaning each time we crashed against one another. Every few moments, she'd arch up off the table and drill herself on to my rock-hard cock. "Oh, Christ, Oh, Christ!" she cried, "world-class fuck! OH, FUCK ME!" The table wobbled beneath us and I feared it would collapse. But it hung in there for us. Shelly threw her head back and wailed; her neck muscles were taunt and corded. Her thighs tensed up, squeezing my waist and hips. My cock felt like it was going to fall off any second, but I wasn't close to coming. With Shelly, it was a different story. She couldn't stop coming. Finally I collapsed on top of her. She wriggled out from under me and pulled me to the floor. My dick was bright red and shiny with her juice. "Can I interest you in a sixty-nine, Shelly?" Sully asked, lying down beside us. She didn't respond, but rotated her ass to accommodate his face while putting a knee on either side of his head. Sully was sporting a pretty good woody after watching all the action, and she gobbled it up; in fact, her mouth never left his cock after that. For that matter, Sully attacked her cunt ferociously; covering her entire mound with his mouth while his tongue snaked all over her slimy cunt lips . . . her clitoris . . . and her cunt, as she sucked his dick with renewed passion. I moved in from behind, and had her ass spread wide, teasing her puckered little asshole. Finally I plunged my tongue into her ass. Shelly's head snapped out of his groin, but she kept the tip in her mouth and yelled, "JESUS, YESSSS!" "Like it baby?" I couldn't help but ask. "YESSSSS! Oh, YESSSSS! Eat my cunt! Oh! Oh! Eat my ass! Sully took his mouth away long enough to ask if she was coming. "I . . . I've never stopped coming!" she sobbed. I realized she'd been crying for the last few minutes. She rolled away from him, gasping for breath. "I ...I think my heart's gonna stop!" she sobbed, trying to catch her breath. Sully would have none of it. He grabbed her hips and raised her ass high enough to provide him with an angle to her sodden cunt. She slumped down. He wouldn't quit, instead he pulled her to her knees and stuck his dick into her. He just held it in her, his stomach right up against her ass as he too tried to regain his breath. "My God, Sully!" Shelly cried out. "What is it?" Both Sully and I asked with genuine concern. "Your cock . . ." "What about my cock?" he asked, worriedly. "It's . . . getting harder!" That suggestion worked as well as hocus-pocus ever did. Sully happily fucked her like a maniac, not stopping until she had come several more times and was begging him to stop. Pulling out, Sully finished himself off, dripping his cum onto her shoulder blades as she lay on the floor, semi-conscious. Sully and me had another round of beers, and I said that I had never been so well fucked in my life. Sully had a shit-eating grin on his face. "Maybe we should celebrate like this every year on your birthday, huh, Shelly?" Maybe," she said with a weak grin on her face. "All I know is, I'm sore and I can't remember anyone making me this sore before." I placed my hand on her cunt. It felt like a swamp. "No, don't," she said. "It really hurts." "Does that mean I don't get any tomorrow?" Sully said impishly. "It is tomorrow, you ass," she replied, and playfully slapped his arm. I began to dress, and they sat and watched me. When I finished, Shelley beckoned me over, fished my limp dick out one more time. "So long, my friend," she said, and gently kissed it, before restoring him to his proper place. I saw them again, months later. But that's yet another story.