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A Birthday to Remember

By: ghostman1



Chapter One – Thinking It Up

Angela works as a receptionist at my office. She is a petite little thing weighing just over 100 pounds. She has the cutest little curves I have ever seen with full A-cup breasts and a tight little ass. She is ten years older than I am, but that doesn't stop our flirting. In fact, it may add to it. With her being older than I am, me being married, and her being engaged, our flirting always seemed like harmless fun. It even got to the point where I could slap her on the ass as I walked by her in the hall and it wasn't a big deal. What she didn't know was how badly I wanted to grab hold of that tight little ass, bend her over the file cabinet and take her tight little pussy from behind.

A few months ago we had an office party at my boss's house, spouses and significant others were invited. Nicole, my wife, and Angela hit it off really well. They talked almost the entire time and became really good friends. We didn't really run in the same social circles, so after the office party Nicole and Angela would call each other every once in a while to catch up.

Last week Nicole walked into the front room where I was watching television. "I just got off the phone with Angela, she told me you slap her ass sometimes at work." Oh man, I was in trouble now. "She does have a cute ass, doesn't she?"

I know a trap when I see one so I replied, "I haven't really noticed. It is just a little harmless game we play, more like a joke than anything."

"Well she doesn't mind it, so I am not worried about it. Just don't let it go further than that." 

I thought I had escaped a potentially volatile situation but Nicole brought the subject again the next night. "Did you grab Angela's ass at work today?"

"I don't 'grab' her ass, I slap it. Kind of like baseball players do." I was trying to make it sound as non-sexual as possible. "And no, I didn't slap her ass today."

"You should grab it as often as you can get away with." I could sense a hint of jealousy. But not that she was jealous of Angela, but almost as if Nicole would like to get a chance at slapping Angela's ass.

"What do you think she would do if I gave her a little tap on the ass?" Nicole inquired.

"I don't know, she probably would just think you were in on the game. That we are just having fun and it's not too big of a deal." I was trying to downplay my ass-grabbing game with Angela, but at the same time was curious why Nicole kept on the subject.

"I may have to come into the office next week." she said over her shoulder as she walked away.

That got me to thinking, and I came up with a plan. Nicole's birthday was coming up and I was going to make this one a birthday to remember. It would take a little planning, a little finesse, and a lot of luck, but it was worth a shot.

Chapter Two – Setting It Up

The next day at the office Angela was standing in front of the copy machine making copies. I took this opportunity to put my plan in motion. As I walked by her, rather than slapping her ass, I firmly cupped the left cheek of her ass with my right hand, my index finger burrowing into her crack. Sliding my hand down her ass my fingers approached her pussy. But before I got too close to make her really jump I continued down the hall. "That was from Nicole." I said without turning around to see how she responded to the fact that our 'game' had just gone to a new level.

A few hours later Angela was in the doorway to my office. "What was that?" she asked. There was not an angry tone, rather an inquisitive one. This was good.

"Well, you told Nicole that I grab your ass sometimes. She said I should grab it as often as I can and that she would like to do the same. We both think you have a really cute little body." Each move I made had to push the envelope just a little. I had to push enough that there would be progression, but not too much to have the whole thing blow up in my face.

"Well then let her know that I return the favor. Your wife is the one with the nice body. She is so tall and curvy, I bet you just love that." It's true; my wife is nearly six feet tall and has a perfect pair of C-cup breasts. She is athletic and doesn't have much body fat. When we have sex I love to take a hold of her right breast with my left hand, rolling her nipple between my fingers. With my right hand I reach down and gently massage her clit. This, combined with my dick slowly rocking in her pussy, puts her over the edge.

"Is there something going on between you and my wife that I should know about?" I asked as my mind turned back to the present conversation. "Are you two having some lesbian affair behind my back that I should know about? Believe me, I would like to know about that, it's pretty hot."

"No!" she said with a laugh. "We are not having a lesbian affair!"

"Have you ever even fooled around with a girl before?" The look on her face made me think I had just pushed a little too far too fast.

"No, but I don't think I would be totally against it." She was in. It was time to let her in on what I was giving Nicole for her birthday. As I described my plans to Angela we both got pretty horny. I am sure she could see the lump in my pants and I could tell that her breathing was a little deeper. It took everything in me not to make a move on her right then and there.

"This could be pretty hot" she sighed. "Is it okay if I tell you I am pretty moist right now?"

"It is as long as you are willing to let me verify the fact," I said as I put my hand on her thigh. Fortunately she was wearing a skirt that day and I knew that she never wears panties. I always loved the way her clothes hugged her ass because she never wore underwear. There was no resistance as I slid my hand up her leg. With my middle finger I took one long, slow swipe from the back of her pussy to the front. "Yup, you're pretty wet," I said with a grin as I twirled my finger around her clit. "Now get out of here before we get into trouble."

Chapter Three – Playing It Up 

Yesterday was Nicole's birthday. I arranged for her to drop the baby off at a sitter's then have a pedicure at the local salon. While she was at the salon Angela and I got to the house. I wanted to have dinner almost ready by the time Nicole got home. Angela use to work as a chef, so it would not be too outrageous of a beginning story to tell Nicole that for her birthday I wanted to have a nice evening in together and have dinner made for us. Little did she know that dinner was just the first step in a very elaborate plan.

As we sat down to dinner Nicole asked, "How did you talk Angela in to coming and cooking for us? Are you paying her or something?"

"No, the other day at work she was talking how much she loved to cook and would like to invite us over to her place sometime so she could cook for us. That gave me the idea of having her come to our place to cook you a birthday dinner and she liked the idea. It was that simple. I told her I would pay her for her time, but she refused."

"You at least bought the food didn't you?"

"Yeah, I bought all the food on the way home form work this afternoon. Angela still wanted to pay for the food, as a birthday gift for you. So I struck a deal with her. She agreed to be your personal servant after dinner and do whatever it is you ask of her, that is her birthday present to you."

"I like the sound of that."

"Maybe we can get her to vacuum or something." I didn't want to spring into action too quickly. I figured the best way to achieve my plan was to make it look like there was no plan or hidden agenda to any of this. I was going to set everything up into the ideal conditions and just let things run their course.

"Yeah, she can clean the house and I can take a bath, what a good birthday." Nicole loves to take relaxing baths but never has enough time to herself to enjoy one.

Things were going perfectly. I wasn't sure how I was going to talk Nicole into taking a shower while Angela was here, and I wanted everybody fresh a clean for what I was hoping would be a night full of sex and fun. This just might work.

Chapter Four – Cleaning Up – Part 1

"Angela," I called out. "After you finish up in the kitchen will you please run Nicole a bath, you'll find some scented candles under the sink." Nicole looked at me and just smiled. "No distractions, I promise."

Last time Nicole took a bath I went into the bathroom just to talk. However, her breasts, floating there on top of the water as Nicole relaxed in the tub, caught the glistening candle light perfectly. The air was cold enough that her nipples were standing erect and all I could think about was twirling those nipples with my tongue. Soon I was on my back in the tub with Nicole's breasts bouncing around as she rode my cock.

"I really enjoyed our last bath," Nicole sighed. "But with Angela here...you know."

Here was my first opportunity to test the waters. "Yeah, we would have to ask her to join us so she didn't feel left out." I tried my best to make it sound like a joke. Nicole just nodded, her eyes looking up. I could tell she was picturing something and was hoping she was picturing the three of us in the bath.

"We wouldn't all fit anyway." Nicole was surprised this thought of hers materialized into words and that she actually said it out loud. She began to back-pedal. "No, we wouldn't invite her to join us. And don't you even think about it." The tone of her voice was more of a joking manner rather than serious. "So anyway, it probably will be better if you don't come into the bathroom at all while I am in the bath."

"I promise I will not disturb you while you are in the bath. I'll just read the paper or something."

Just then Nicole's mouth dropped open and I could tell she was looking over my shoulder at the hallway leading to the bedrooms. I turned around to a glorious sight. Angela was standing there, holding a bath towel with one hand just above her cute little tits. The towel draped down her body to the middle of her thighs. "What is she doing!?" I thought to myself. "We didn't talk about this!"

Angela could tell Nicole was looking for an explanation. "I'm going to be your servant tonight so I went to change out of my work clothes," Angela explained. "Then as I started to draw you a bath I thought I would take a quick shower to freshen up, but I couldn't figure out the shower head. Can I get one of you to help me?" We do have a tricky shower head, so this move was legitimate.

"I'll go." Nicole said quickly as she stood up before I even got the chance to say anything. With that Angela turned around and headed back down the hall. Nicole and I both got a great look at her ass as she walked down the hall. I leaned to the side to look around Nicole for a better view when Nicole turned around and saw me. She just rolled her eyes and kept on walking down the hall.

"I can't believe she came out here in nothing but a towel!" Nicole exclaimed as she arrived back at the table. "She has no inhibitions. Did you know she doesn't ever wear any underwear? Sometimes I wish I could be that free spirited."

"She's something else, isn't she?" Now for another little plug. "But you liked the view of her ass as she walked down the hallway, didn't you. I bet she did that because I told her you thought she had a cute little ass."

"You told her!?"

"Yeah, and she was flattered by it. Her reply was that she thinks you have great body. You might have to return the favor when you get into the bath a little later. You know, a quick little flash of something. Be a little free spirited?" There was hope in my voice.

Chapter Five – Cleaning Up – Part 2

After dinner I cleared the table and Nicole headed into our bedroom to get ready for her bath. Angela, in the guest bathroom where the tub is, had finished her shower, lit the candles, and filled the tub by the time Nicole had slipped into her bathrobe and went into the guest bathroom. 

"Sorry about before, I totally lost me head when I came out there in just my towel." Angela was making sure that things were still on the right track and Nicole was not upset. 

"That's alright." Nicole admitted. "Plus you gave us a pretty nice look at your cute little ass. Now I guess it is time for me to return the favor." With that Nicole slipped off her robe and stepped into the bath letting Angela see her totally nude, from her voluptuous breasts, down her flat stomach and to her mound of pubic hair hiding her pussy. 

"Yeah, we're even," Angela said as she headed for the bathroom door. "I think you have everything you need but I will come back in a few minutes to make sure you don't need anything."

"Your wife is smoking hot," Angela said when she got to the kitchen where I had just finished the dishes. "She got into the tub while I was still in the room and I was able to see everything. And the dim light from the candles really added to the visual." Angela was wearing a little T-shirt just tight enough to show that she was not wearing a bra, which was made more obvious by her nipples poking out a little as she apparently got turned on by seeing Nicole get into the bathtub. Angela was also wearing a pair of men's boxer-briefs that fit her loosely and were very sexy.

"I know what you mean, trust me." I replied. "So far so good, eh? Things have been moving slowly enough that I think she is comfortable with everything that has happened. It is a pretty big step that she let you see her completely nude. I hope you got a good view and liked what you saw."

"Sent shivers down my spine," then Angela whispered, "ending up in my pussy." With a smile she said, "I hope all goes according to plan."

"You can't tease me like that," I said, almost out of breath, "telling me that your pussy quivered when you saw Nicole naked, especially with you standing there in that little T-shirt with your nipples poking out."

"I'm pretty horny right now and can't wait until she gets out of her bath to get started." Angela was slowly walking towards me with fire in her eyes. She reached down and grabbed my balls. Though I still had my pants on she was able to get a good feel of how hard my cock was and started rubbing it.

I cupped her breasts in my hands, and started flicking her nipples through her shirt. "Yeah, you are really turning me on," Angela sighed as she pressed harder against my dick, "maybe a little too much for right now, so you're just going to have to cool off." And with that she turned on the sink, ran her fingers under the water and flicked water in my face.

"Oh you are in trouble now!" I laughed and reached for the sprayer.

"What are you going to do with that?" Angela asked with an "I dare you" look on her face.

I squeezed the handle so that water began spraying in Angela's direction. Unfortunately for her she had turned the water on cold rather than warm. Angela jumped out of the way but the damage had been done. I got what I was aiming for and her little T-shirt was soaked. The cloth that fit her snuggly just moments ago was now clinging to her wet breasts. I could see through the wet shirt the darkness of her nipples, which her poking out even further because of the cold water.

"Your nipples are about to poke right through your shirt!" I joked with Angela. "You should have turned the water on a little warmer."

"Oh yeah!" She grabbed the sprayer nozzle from me and sprayed water on my crotch. "How do you like them apples?"

Angela and I began wrestling over the sprayer, each getting shots of water at each other. I am much stronger than Angela but she was pretty feisty and got a few good hits in before I took control. I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up of the ground, pressing her wet breasts against my chest. She dropped the nozzle and wrapped her legs around my waist. We stood there, wet and out of breath, clinging to each other. She wrapped her legs tighter, pressing her hot pussy against my raging cock.

I started pulling up her shirt so that I could get a moth full of her wet little tits that were pressed against my chest. "Not yet," she said with a smile, "we have to wait for Nicole." She loosened her legs from around my waist and I set her down. "I better go check on her and see how she is doing." Angela turned to walk out of the kitchen. I ran up behind her, reached my hands around her body and holding her breasts pulled her into me.

"You are such a tease," I complained. "You better get Nicole as horny I am, I'm not sure how much longer I can last." Then we stood there for a few minutes, her breasts in my hands, my hard dick pressed against her back, and went over the plans for getting Nicole into bed with us.

Chapter Six – Cleaning Up – Part 3

"Knock, knock," Angela announced as she walked into the bathroom where Nicole was bathing, "I'm just checking in on you to make sure there is nothing you need." She closed the door behind her.

"No, I think I am set, thanks," Nicole replied. "It has been wonderful to just sit here and relax in the tub. Baths are so good for the mind and the body." Then, looking at Angela's wet shirt, Nicole asked "what have you been up to while I have been in here?"

"We got in a little water fight," Angela responded.

"I can totally see your nipples through your shirt!" Nicole exclaimed.

"Oh, really?" Angela was acting innocent. Then not wanting to give up control of the conversation, added "I am glad you have been enjoying your bath, it looks pretty comfortable lying there. I must say you look pretty sexy, with the candle light and everything." Angela was a little nervous as to how Nicole would respond. "Now I know why your husband said he shouldn't come in here to check on you. Heck, I'm about ready to jump in there with you."

"Is that why your nipples are so hard?" Nicole inquired as her right hand slowly moved down toward her pussy. "Or is it just that you are wet and cold." 

"Mostly you, seeing you lying there naked is turning me on." Angela had her own hand down her shorts and was gently rubbing her pussy. "And to see you getting turned on gets me going even more."

Nicole, apparently unaware that she subconsciously had driven a finger up her pussy, quickly brought her hand up and reached for a towel. "Thanks for letting me take a bath." Nicole was a little embarrassed. "I don't know what gets into me, but baths turn me on for some reason. I'm sorry about that."

"Don't be sorry at all," Angela replied quickly. "I'm just glad you got to take a relaxing, and extremely sexy, bath. The only problem is that now I am pretty horny."

"Well you'll just have to cool it for now," Nicole smiled as she wrapped herself in a towel. "What I want you to do next...you are still my servant, right?" Angela nodded. "What I want you to do is brush my hair out. It is such a pain to brush out because of how long and curly it is. Grab a chair from the kitchen and meet me in the master bathroom."

Chapter Seven – Brushing Up

"How'd it go in there?" I asked as Angela came back into the kitchen to get a chair.

"It went perfectly," Angela said with excitement. "I think she is pretty horny tonight as well. When she saw how hard my nipples were she asked why they were so hard. Then she actually started playing with herself! So I reached down my shorts and started rubbing my pussy as well. It was quite a turn on!"

"That's great!" Blood was rushing to my dick as I could tell things were all lining up. "So what now?"

"Nicole has asked me to brush out her hair."

"Yeah, she loves that. Since I am all wet from our water fight, maybe I will jump in the shower while you are brushing Nicole's hair so that we will all be fresh and clean. I like having sex just after a shower almost as much as I like having sex in the shower." By this point my dick had grown to an uncomfortable size, restricted by my pants.


A Birthday to Remember



"Let me get that for you," Angela said as she loosened my belt and reached her hand down my pants. She slowly and methodically grabbed a hold of my pulsating dick and adjusted it so that there was room for it to grow. "There, now isn't that better?" Before I regained my composure Angela was heading out of the kitchen with a chair.

I followed Angela down the hall to our bedroom where Nicole was waiting. Nicole had nothing on but her towel wrapped around her chest, draping over her gorgeous breasts. "While Angela brushes out your hair I am going to take a quick shower. I don't know if Angela told you, but we got in a water fight, so I am just going to jump in real quick and freshen up." I didn't know if Nicole knew that I was aware of all that was going on, so I still had to play it cool.

Nicole sat down in front of the vanity mirror and Angela, standing behind her, began to brush the long dark hair. It was time for my next step. Nicole was all but naked, Angela's outfit left little to the imagination, so now it was my turn to shed some clothing. I turned the water on in the sink to get it warm for my shave then unbuttoned my shirt. Through the mirror over the sink I was trying to watch Nicole's reaction to me taking off my shirt, there was none. I was sure she noticed, how could she not? 

With no adverse reaction from Nicole I began shaving. After shaving my face I put some water on my nipples and began shaving the area around my nipples.

"Why do you do that?" Angela asked from the bedroom. Now I knew that I was being watched.

"Do what?" I responded.

"Shave your nipples. Why do you shave your nipples?"

Nicole joined the conversation before I could explain. "It's because he likes when I suck his nipples, but I don't like the hair around them. So he shaves the hair hoping that I will suck on his nipples."

"Is it that much better when they are shaved?" Angela asked Nicole.

"I think so, but that is just me." Nicole replied. "I think everybody has their own tastes. Honey, why don't you let Angela suck on your nipples and see what she thinks?"

Did I hear that right? Was my wife suggesting that Angela suck on my nipples? I could barely believe that the next step in my little plan was actually taken by Nicole. After slight hesitation I walked out of the bathroom as Angela turned away from Nicole's hair. I approached cautiously, waiting for any hesitation on Nicole's part. Angela was the perfect height. As she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to start licking I looked at Nicole in the mirror for reassurance. Nicole simply smiled at me.

Contact, Angela's tongue took a little lick of my nipple. I loved the cool touch of her tongue. I could feel the blood pumping through my dick with each rapid heart beat. She backed away and turned to look at Nicole through the vanity mirror. Nicole responded, "You need to get a better taste than that."

Angela turned back toward me and began teasing my nipples with her lips and tongue. Nicole was still sitting in the chair facing the mirror, watching Angela's head move across my chest, her tongue and lips teasing my nipples. I reached my hand around Angela and loosened Nicole's towel. The towel dropped to the chair she was sitting on. There were her breasts in all their glory, staring back at me through the mirror. As Angela continued to play with my nipples with her tongue, I began caressing Nicole's breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I caught Nicole's eyes, we just smiled at each other. 

"So what do you think?" Nicole asked Angela putting an end to our nipple play. "Do you like them shaved?"

"Huh?" Angela was quite flustered. "Oh yeah, I like it a lot."

"Now go get in the shower," Nicole demanded. I walked across the bedroom to the door of the bathroom, all the while thinking of how I could prolong the moment. After I closed to the door to the bathroom and took off my pants, an idea came to me. My dick was pulsing with each heart beat. I was pretty close to shooting my load while Angela was sucking on my nipples. I figured it was a good idea to keep the water on the cold side so that I could cool off. 

Chapter Eight – Finishing Up

When I got out of the shower I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped out to where Nicole and Angela were. Nicole was still sitting in the chair and I was glad to see her towel was now on the floor. I don't know what happened while I was in the shower, but am not too concerned about it at this point. Angela was still brushing Nicole's hair and it was almost completely dry.

"You'll never guess what Angela told me while you were in the shower. She has never had her pussy licked before." Nicole was wasting no time as she was very horny at this point. She stood up, turned towards Angela and grabbed a hold of the little shirt Angela was wearing. "I think that needs to change." With that Nicole pulled the shirt up and off Angela, exposing her cute little breasts.

"Don't forget the shorts," I encouraged Nicole.

"Oh, you're one to talk," Angela was looking at me. "You are standing there in your towel."

With no hesitation I dropped the towel around my ankles. My dick was sticking straight up in anticipation of what the night might bring. "Like I said," I couldn't hold back the grin. "Don't forget the shorts."

Nicole slowly lowered Angela's shorts. I stood there, watching my wife undress a girl that I had pictured naked in my head a thousand times. The reality of it all did not disappoint. I was standing to the side of Angela and taking in her profile, it was wonderful. She had slender legs, and nice firm ass, a flat stomach and the cutest little breasts I had ever seen. Angela stepped out of the shorts with a little giggle, obviously aware that I was studying every last inch of her.

Nicole led Angela over to the bed and sat down with her on the edge. Both were sitting there naked and facing me, each had a silly little grin. Nicole put her hands on Angela's thighs and spread her legs open. Angela's pubic hair was trimmed quite short and I could see the lips of her pussy just starting to spread and crawl out as she was anticipating what was coming. I leaned in and with one long motion moved my tongue up the length of her slit. She opened her legs wider. I could see her pussy lips glistening from the moisture coming from deep within. I was now dancing my tongue on her clit, playing with her tits with one hand, while the other hand was gently opening her pussy.

"I want a turn," Nicole pleaded. She was still sitting next to Angela but had wrapped her right leg over Angela's left leg. Nicole was slowly and gently rubbing her pussy, waiting for me to finish with Angela. I gave Angela's clit a final gentle kiss and moved over in front of Nicole whose pussy was open and waiting.

"Why don't you play with her tits while I eat her pussy," I said to Angela as I moved in closer. Nicole fell back onto the bed, her feet still on the floor. I was between her legs writing the alphabet with my tongue on her clit and Angela was kneeling beside Nicole massaging her breasts. "I bet Nicole's nipples are more fun to suck on than mine."

Angela needed no encouragement. She straddled Nicole and began sucking on her tits while I was still down licking her cunt. I had a great view, of both Nicole's pussy and Angela's pussy. I sat up a little and surprised Angela with a good solid lick the length of her slit before I returned my focus back to Nicole. Before long Nicole was writhing in orgasmic pleasure.

Angela still had her ass in the air with her head down to Nicole's breasts. Her legs were spread because she was straddling over Nicole and her pussy was almost inviting me. I got up on the bed behind Angela and assumed a similar position as her. My dick was pressed up against Angela's ass and my arms wrapped around her body. One hand went to her tits that were hanging down and the other when to her clit. Nicole grabbed my dick and guided it towards Angela's pussy. With the way Angela had her legs spread, and how moist she was from me eating her out, her pussy warmly welcomed the full length of my dick with relative easy.

"Climb up higher on the bed," Nicole suggested. "I want to get a good view of this." With my dick thrust deep into Angela's pussy we crawled forward and stopped so that Angela's pussy was just above Nicole's face. I slowly rocked my dick in and out of Angela's pussy just inches away from Nicole's face. Nicole reached up with her hand and began playing with Angela's clit as I continued to slowly rock my dick the length of the pussy. This was too much, I had to pull out.

"It's alright," Angela whispered. Her back was arched and she was pushing her pussy back towards me. "I'm on the pill...I want your dick in me...I'm about to cum." Angela could barely speak. I thrust my dick into her pussy again, this time a little harder. She liked it, so I pulled almost all the way out and thrust into her hard again. With each thrust my thighs slapped against her ass. Soon she began and cum and her pussy tightened around my dick. That was enough for me and I began shooting hot cum into the depths of her wet pussy.

"Don't think you are done for the night." Nicole slid out from under us as we collapsed onto the bed. "Let's get you hard again so you can ram my pussy like you did Angela's." For the next few hours the three of us each came several more times as we enjoyed the night.

This morning after breakfast I asked Nicole, "So do you think you will always remember this years' birthday?"

"Definitely," was the response. "The only question I have is: how are you going to top it next year?"



A Birthday to Remember



I was trying to figure out what to do for my wife's birthday. After the anniversary sex in Las Vegas with a black man that drove her into a frenzy of orgasmic activity I didn't know what could be done to ever equal that. Roger the man we had met had moved on from where he was then and we were unable to find him. He was so good that both Cindy and I felt there was little point in trying to relive it. But then I heard of a service available about 100 miles away that was supposed to be out of this world. I decided I needed to check it out.

I drove over one weekday to check this place out. I was shown to a waiting room and after about 5 minutes a counselor comes in to interview me. After about 20 minutes of questions about my wife and her ability to orgasm she gives me a sheet showing several options that she felt was appropriate. They were all expensive but the ultimate hour of orgasm was 1500 dollars. I truly had to question the value in that but was told that it included not only the service to prepare Cindy but also an hour with their greatest lover, Samboney who had 9 ½" of powerful black penis that was 8" around or almost 3" in diameter. With the special love crèmes and stop power for him I was told that he would be able to drive her into a coma for about 1 hour. Afterwards she would be to weak to walk and I was to wheel her to a recovery room or leave her on the cot where she had up to 12 hours to sleep and regain her strength. There was a 2-way mirror that led to a viewing room where I would be able to watch the entire show and it would be taped with only a single copy made that we would take home with us. The entire service would take about an hour and a half and during that time I could ring for 2 blowjobs. We also would receive 2 tubes of the secret love gels and a stop gel for me. One tube was used on the women and would awaken nerves they didn't even know they had. The stop gel would numb the head of the penis to prevent orgasm for 30 minutes or longer if I learned control and then the male gel combined with the gel in the vagina had a reaction that I was told was mind blowing and the same result was felt by the man once the numbing gel wore off. I was fidgeting in my chair thinking of all of this and decided what the hell, go for it. I made an appointment for that Friday night.

When I got home that night I told Cindy that we had plans for Friday night. I couldn't keep the total secret but I just said, "Remember our anniversary in Vegas? This will surpass it if the place lives up to their talk." While she was making some noise about not wanting to do that again I could see a flush and fidget in her chair that said something else. Friday could not come soon enough.

Finally Friday arrived and we were on our drive over. Cindy was chattering like a nervous Nellie and I could hardly steer without moving my raging hard on. It was a long drive but finally we were there. I led Cindy into the waiting room where immediately Sharon the counselor met us. 

Sharon introduced herself to Cindy and then began to tell her of her night to come. She said, "First you will undress and take a warm bubble bath that will relax you. Then you will be introduced to Karen our message and preparation specialist who will give you an erotic message and other things to open you and prepare you for your encounter with Samboney our number one stud. Karen will also administer the female love gel into your vagina. This gel will awaken nerve endings that you didn't even know that you had. Your vagina will feel on fire and wanting like it never has. Then Karen will apply a numbing cream to Samboney's penis and then coat his penis with the male version of the love gel. The two gels mixed together provide a sensation that nobody seems to be able to describe other then the pleasure is beyond anything ever experienced. At about the one hour point the numbing lotion applied to Samboney will wear off allowing him to experience this great pleasure with you and he will finish up with frantic pounding of your vagina and then will fill you with more sperm then you've ever been filled with before. His orgasm will likely cause you to have one incredible final orgasm and he will then withdraw leaving you basically asleep or unconscious. You will have orgasmed so many times that your legs will be to weak to support you and Tom will come down and help you into a wheel chair and take you to our very comfortable recovery rooms where you will be able to sleep and recover for up to 12 hours. Now do you have any questions?" 

Cindy asked, "Where will Tom be?" 

"Tom will actually be in a viewing room watching you. This encounter will also be taped and you will get the one and only copy for your future pleasure. Also you will receive the love potions used here today for your home use and a reorder form for more, which I have little doubt you will want." 

Cindy then said, "Karen is preparing who I assume is a women. I'm not that way if that is the case." 

Sharon replied, "Cindy, Karen is the best at what she does. You are just receiving, not doing. Whether she is a man or women should not matter to you. Trust me when I tell you this, you want her to prepare you for this. Samboney has 9 ½" of penis that is 8" around or almost 3" in diameter. This isn't much smaller then the head of your child when it was born. For this to be pleasurable, and it will be, you need to allow Karen to do her job." 

Since there were no other questions I kissed Cindy goodbye who looked quite nervous and was led back to my viewing room. It turns out it was Karen who led me to the viewing room and she told me that she would actually be the one tending to my needs if and when I wanted relief. "Obviously this can't happen until Samboney has taken over for me but any time after that you may ring this buzzer and I will come help you out." She flashed a smile and gave me a peck on the cheek and out the door she went. She was a distractingly beautiful red head and my cock gave a stir at the opportunity to have her head in my lap. I decided to undress to free my cock from constraint and to make it available for Karen when that time comes.

I see Karen guide Cindy into the room and it's like they are only feet away. I could hear Karen tell Cindy to relax and to undress while she ran water into the tub. It looked like a large sunken tub and she was adding some bubbles or something to the water. Karen said, "I want you to just relax in the tub and go with the jets for about 20 minutes. The water will maintain at 103 and you should find it very relaxing." Cindy walked over and settled down into the tub and Karen left the room. After just a few short minutes Cindy looked like a sleeping angel in the tub with the sound of soothing music coming through the speakers. 

20 minutes went by in no time and Karen was back and telling Cindy to jump up on the massage table. Cindy got all situated and Karen pulled down the towel showing a naked Cindy and begins to apply hot oil over her back and shoulders. She was working those muscles and I could hear moans ever now and again as she hit a knot. Soon Karen was working Cindy's ass and upper legs and I could see her hand slip down between her legs on occasion. Cindy not only didn't seem to mind she opened up a little bit. Soon Karen was done on the back and had Cindy roll over. Immediately Karen applied oil to Cindy's breasts and began kneading them and working the nipples. Cindy seemed to just soak it all in and her nipples said they were enjoying the attention. Soon Karen worked down to the upper legs and vagina. Working oil into the inner thighs and then pulling her hand back up the slit of Cindy's vagina. She not only didn't seem to mind that but her breathing was looking a little ragged. Soon Karen was concentrating solely on the vagina and was working on the clit with increased speed. Cindy was moaning and writhing and soon arched up into her first orgasm. Karen let her down slow while working back on her upper legs and knees. 

Karen walked away and returned with a rolling cart with some creams and dildo's on it. Cindy looked and said, "What are you going to do with that?" 

Karen replied, "We need to open you up and prepare you for what is likely the largest cock you'll ever have. I am going to use these tools to do that for our final preparation. Just relax and go with the flow." She then picked up a medium size dildo that was about the size of my penis, 6" or so and she lubed it up. She got Cindy to slide a little lower and she raised stirrups for her to put her legs on and in. The bottom half of the table then folded down and Karen sat on a rolling chair and moved between Cindy's legs. She worked the dildo up and down Cindy's slit. Cindy was starting to get into this when Karen slipped the dildo in. She worked it around for a minute or so and then withdrew it to Cindy's displeasure. She told Cindy to relax while she went to the next size up. Cindy grabbed one that was thicker and perhaps 8" long. She lubed that up and carefully began to work that into Cindy. It didn't seem long and Cindy was rocking up wanting more of that dildo until suddenly Karen popped it out much to Cindy's displeasure. 

Karen told Cindy, "I'm going to give you your application of your love jell and we will finish your final prep before you get the real thing. You will at first feel a slight burning and then your vagina and clit are going to awaken with nerves you didn't even know you had, now just relax and go with the feelings." She reached down and grabbed an applicator that looked like a large syringe pushing into a long slender dildo that was full of little holes. She slid that in to it's maximum depth and then began pushing on the plunger. Cindy didn't seem to react until a low moan began to come from her. Then Karen withdrew the plunger and dipped her finger into what I assumed was a jar of the stuff and rubbed it on the outer lips of Cindy's vagina and then rubbed some on her clit. After about 15 seconds Cindy gave a bit of a whimper and said, "My god, my pussy is on fire and wanting to be filled and my clit feels like it's going to explode." I looked closer and her clit was so swollen it almost looked like a little penis protruding. Karen didn't say anything but just bent down and started flicking her clit with her tongue. Cindy didn't even consider protesting but rather just started bucking into her face. Karen then quit again to Cindy's dismay at not having come and pronounced her ready.

She reached over and hit a button that I assumed was probably a signal for the stud. Within a minute a large black man in a robe came into the room. He slowly dropped the robe and stood before Cindy just out of reach. Cindy was quivering and whimpering looking at him while he just stood and looked down at her. He was a magnificent specimen of a man. 6' tall with broad shoulders and slender waist and six-pack abs. Very large leg muscles and a very strong looking ass. But his cock was something else. It hung about half hard at a 45-degree angle to the floor and almost looked like a pulsing living thing. Karen wheeled the cart over and begins to apply a cream to the head of his penis and then grabbed a second cream and began to apply it to his entire cock. She was almost giving him a hand job applying the cream and his cock was stiffening. It really wasn't gaining in length because that was already there but it appeared to be growing in girth and her hand hardly fit around it. Karen quit and looked at Cindy and said, "Have fun. Your about to take the ride of your life." She then turned and left.

Samboney walked over and lifted Cindy with ease and carried her to a mattress that was only feet away from me on the other side of the mirror. Cindy had just kind of a low moan escaping her lips and he laid her down and then moved between her legs. He grabbed his cock, which even made his hands look small and aimed for my quivering and moaning wife. What a sight. I realized I was holding my breath as he started to press that monster cock against the outside of Cindy's waiting vagina. Slowly she opened enough for him to start sliding it in. Cindy was moaning and bucking and he didn't have 2" of that monster in her yet. I was mesmerized. Slowly but surely he worked that bad boy in until he pressed against her clit with his pelvis. Cindy seemed to have a small orgasm with just that action but then he started thrusting. Only sliding it out about 3" and then pressing it home and smashing against her clit. It was an amazing site. After just a bit of this you could tell Cindy was ready to go again and he just stabbed that thing home and held it there. She gasped and then just started panting and squealing and was rocking her pelvis against him like she was possessed. He gave her just a bit to settle down and begin his thrusting again. Not real fast but a good steady strong stroke. After some minutes she was ready to pop again and once again he made one final slam and then just held it there. She went even more nuts this time and was bucking like a maniac for a good minute and half and making noises like a wild animal. Again after giving her some time to come down he began his attack again.

I couldn't take it anymore and pressed the button for my release. Karen quickly came in and without a word knelt between my legs and put her mouth right to work. Since I had removed my clothes knowing this was coming there was no playing around but right down to business. Her mouth wasn't going to be at this long and she was massaging my balls and doing a downright excellent job. I doubt it was two minutes and I felt the orgasm building. Karen sensed it also and really started working that nerve filled spot right under the head of my cock. Now I was really boiling and warned her that I was about to come. That seemed to make her work even harder so I just laid my head back and let it rip. I mean I almost saw stars. Fantastic head and the sound of my wife having orgasm after orgasm just left me drained and shaking. Karen stood up and bent over to give me a little peck and I kissed her full on the lips and thanked her for one of the best orgasms of my life. She just smiled and said, "You have one more and if you keep watching the other room I'm sure you'll need it." Out the door she went and I just sat there weak kneed and tingling all over watching the ravaging of my wife. 

Cindy's noises were just animal noises and she just kept bucking on the end of that cock like she was in a constant state of seizure. It was positively amazing. She seemed to be having harder and harder orgasms and they were coming every 3 minutes or so. I thought it's no damn wonder she is going to be to weak to walk when he gets done with her. It wasn't very long and I was stiff as a post once again and dreaming about Karen's mouth. I didn't want to rush things too much but listening to Cindy and watching this show was just too much so I punched the button again. I figured if I needed further help later I would just have to take care of it myself.

Karen came back in and said, "My but you seem quite hard again." She smiled and bent down and went right to work. It was amazing but it was not very long and I could feel my balls churning and the head of my cock start swelling for orgasm again. Karen was kneading my balls and working that sensitive area between my balls and my asshole. She was really quite good at what she does. I again gave warning, which again started her going to town on the underside of the head of my cock. Just then Samboney again slammed it home and Cindy shrieked and started bucking into another orgasm. It was more then I could take and I just exploded like I hadn't come in weeks even though it had only been moments ago. Karen again sucked me dry and left me drained of all energy. Amazing women and the man keeping my wife in a constant state of delirium was equally amazing. I thought how in God's name would we ever be satisfied with anything less then this again.

I actually voiced that concern to Karen. Her response was, "Don't you worry about that. You will have these creams to take with you and you will recreate this at home. Now his size does increase her pleasure to a degree but that will fade from her memory when you guys join up with the love creams." I wasn't sure I believed her but it sounded good. Karen looked at the clock and said, "Would you mind if I stayed and watched the finale with you? It is really quite incredible and we have no other customers or staff here tonight." I replied that was fine with me but I may end up having to tug one off if it's as incredible as you claim. She laughed and said she planned on having some finger action herself. With that she disrobed and we both began watching the scene in front of us. I noticed before looking away that she had a killer body and nice pert little tits. I would have to concentrate on the show in front of me to keep from pawing her.

Cindy was winding down from yet another orgasm when Samboney spoke his first words of the session. "The time has come for Samboney to come. I will no longer be stopping for your orgasm and I am going to pound your pussy into mush and a constant state of pleasure." 

I looked over at Karen and she said, "Keep an eye on this because it is quite simply unfucking believable." 

I turned to look back as he drew that weapon almost fully out and slammed it home. He propped himself up on his hands and placed them above Cindy's shoulders to keep her from sliding away from his attack. He picked up the pace and was really giving her a slamming. Now she was screaming, "Oh my fucking God" over and over again. Her breathing sounded like she was running a marathon and she just kept screaming and he kept pounding. His pace was going faster and faster and every muscle in his body seemed to be tensing I realized I was not only hard again but was sweating and panting like I was working out. I looked over to see Karen mesmerized by the show and fingering herself furiously. For some reason I didn't start tugging but just turned back to the show. Cindy seemed to be in a constant state of orgasm and he was plowing her like he was trying to drive it through her head. Her oh my God's were almost indecipherable because of the quaking of her voice. She sounded like she was yodeling it. Samboney began making some grunting and groaning noises as his pace became even more frenetic. Suddenly he slammed it home with violent force and just kept it buried with his face aimed at the ceiling and a low moan escaping his lips. Karen was having an orgasm, Cindy was shaking on that spear and just making almost sobbing noises and Samboney let out a yell and I assume began depositing his seed. This seemed to send Cindy into even more spasms and noise. This kept on for what seemed like minutes but probably only 20 seconds or so when Samboney almost collapsed upon Cindy. Slowly he started withdrawing his shrinking but still massive cock from Cindy until it plopped out causing shudders to run through Cindy. Cindy dropped her knees down and looked like she was basically passed out. Her cunt was gaping and still open with semen leaking out of it like she was over flowing. I was so busy looking at her cunt that I hardly noticed Samboney was leaving the room.

I looked over at Karen who was kind of dreamy eyed after her own orgasm and thought to myself I should maybe return the oral favor. I didn't ask but rather just got on my knees on the floor and just crawled over to her she looked me with a questioning look in her eyes but didn't close her legs. I just moved up between her legs and started tonguing the sweetest tasting pussy next to Cindy's. She was quickly trying to buck up into my face a bit and was running her fingers through my hair and making low moaning noises. Her breathing started quickening and suddenly she just grabbed my hair and mashed my face into her bucking pussy. I almost couldn't breath but kept my tongue flicking across her clit as fast as I could move it. Finally she shuddered a little and loosened her hands and I stopped my assault as I know Cindy's clit gets overly sensitive after orgasm and she claims continuing with the tongue is almost painful because of it. I was just kind of blowing on her clit and kissing her thighs and running my tongue around but not on her pussy. She was enjoying that and when I looked up and made eye contact with her she said, "Thank you, that was really quite wonderful. I don't know how this all works between you and your wife and if this doesn't work for you please don't be offended but would you be willing to fuck me?" 




A Birthday to Remember



I looked up at her and smiled and said, "Does a bear shit in the woods?" 

She laughed and said, "give me a few moments and I'll be right back."

She went out the door and I just sat there thinking this is just too good to be true. I saw her go in the room where Cindy lay sleeping and she draped a blanket over her and shut off the lights. A few minutes later she came in the room with the applicator and tray again. Without a word she folded the seat we were on out into a bed and then sat on the edge of it and grabbed the applicator. She inserted it and began pressing the plunger. After that bottomed out she removed it and wiped some on her outer lips and clit. She gives a low moan and I literally watched her clit enlarge and pop out. She looked at me and said, "After 2 blowjobs are you going to have some control?" 

I promised her I would be good for a while and she motioned me over. She then grabbed a different cream and started applying it to my penis. I can say with certainty that mine looked pretty lame when compared to Samboney but I've always been able to please the women in my life and I was determined to do that now. The cream caused a heat to go on like it was warming up my cock. Not unpleasant but kind of unique. At any rate she pushed back to the center of the bed and then swung her legs and opened them and looked at me with pleading eyes.

I climbed up between those beautiful legs and looked down at that lovely vagina of hers with an erect clit that almost looked swollen to the point of painful. I had learned a little stroke from the expert cocksman that had drilled Cindy in Las Vegas the previous year and I knew exactly what I was going to subject Karen to. I climbed up and slowly slid my cock into her. Her cunt felt like it was on fire and the two lotions combined were giving me feelings I've never had before. Quite incredible. At any rate I drew just about out of her and then rocked forward to drive back into her, which causes my penis to grind right straight down her slit and rub her clit the whole way in. She instantly responded with a low moan and I kept a good slow pace to control myself but continued my assault on her pussy and clit. I didn't give her just too many when suddenly she said, "Oh fuck, I'm going to come." I drove it in on 3 quick stabs and then just buried it and she arched up and began to orgasm. She was shaking like a leaf and her pussy was milking my cock like she was trying to rip it off. Thank God I had come twice before or it would be all over at this stage. I let her come down and cool off for a minute and then began grinding and thrusting over her clit and mashing her pussy again. Quite quickly I could tell again she was nearing orgasm and her pussy was getting more on fire with each stroke so I just pulled straight back and gave her about 6 hard slamming strokes which brought screams and grunts from her and then slammed it home and just held it there. Again she was going nuts on the end of my cock and coming much harder then last time and milking my dick like a machine. Again I gave her a cool off time but again went back to grinding on that clit. I was starting to feel like a real stud because in less than 2 minutes I was making her come repeatedly. She had at least 7 good orgasms when I started to get that churning and burning feeling in my nuts. When she was done milking me on this last one I said, "Karen I'm sorry but I think I need to come." 

She said between gasps, "Let yourself go. Go with your animal instinct."

I didn't quite know what she meant by that but I pulled back and gave up on the clit rub and just went for stroking. I moved my hands down and almost pinched her at the hips because she was sliding away from me from my pounding. I realized that I was withdrawing and then slamming it home with more and more force and more and more speed and my body seemed almost out of my control. She almost sounded like she was sobbing but her cunt was milking me in a constant state of orgasm. My dick felt like it was on fire and the head felt like it was swelling larger with each stroke. I could feel my balls burning and churning like I've never felt before. I realized I was pounding her harder and harder and faster and faster and couldn't even force myself to stop. I was panting and grunting with each thrust. I could hear a roar in my ears and flashes of lights in my eyes when suddenly I just slammed into her and stopped. I was dimly aware that she was thrashing under me and milking my cock but I didn't know why I had stopped. I wanted to come so badly I was actually whimpering. Suddenly I felt it coming from the tips of my toes up through my balls and into my cock. My cock head felt like it was swollen to the size of a baseball and was on fire when of a sudden almost by surprise it was Wham! The first shot of come felt like it blasted her in the uterus and was the hardest shot of my life. I could hear her squealing and she was pulling at my ass trying to bring me in deeper while her cunt kept spasming around my cock.. Each blast of sperm was with a force I've never felt before and seemed to go on forever. Finally my dick stopped jerking and I started breathing again and realized I had drool running down my chin and snot dripping from my nose. Never in my life have I felt anything like it. I pulled from her and rolled to my back and used the sheets to wipe off my face.

Neither of us said a word for several minutes until I finally broke the silence and said, "Thank you for the most incredible sex I've ever had." 

Karen said, "Next to Samboney that is the best sex I've ever had so thank you." We both kind of laughed but she sat up and said, "I need to be going for the night. You go shower and take care of Cindy and let yourselves out whenever your ready. If you are ever going to come back again for another round with Samboney I would love to meet up with you again so please let me know so I can schedule you when there will be no other customers I need to tend to." 

I said, "Karen I will do that and we will definitely have a redo on this as I have little doubt Cindy will be up for another shot." 

Karen said, "The love juices and the fact that you released yourself to your inhibitions and let your animal instinct take over is why we had the finishing orgasm that we had. Keep that in mind and you will do the same with Cindy."

We parted ways that night but it's burned in my memory. I can't wait for next year.



A Birthday to Remember



As I stood there, my wife's note clutched in my hand, I wondered what I had done to deserve this.

Then I stopped to think about the course of recent events in our life. 

Our time together had been rough, these past few months - years, really, to be honest. When we were first married, my wife Denise and I were inseparable, and, like most couples, the first year or so of marriage was fantastic. Especially the sex. We had been adventurous, making love pretty much whenever and wherever we felt like it at home. There was even one time when, driving home late at night from a concert, that we were so horny that we stopped the car on the side of the road and snuck onto a golf course to fuck out in the open on one of the greens. 

That was nearly ten years ago now, and steady advancement in each of our jobs had given us financial success and security but had steadily robbed our marriage of its zest. We still made love, and, yes, it was still good, but it was hurried, squeezed in at the end of a twelve-hour day or done between errands on the weekend. It was even worse now that my department was in charge of the marketing for a new product launch, and most days I was in at 7 a.m. and didn't typically leave the office until well after 10 p.m. Denise worked a lot, but my life - what was left of it - really wasn't even my own anymore.

One day, at the end of one of my marathon sessions at the office, we were lying in bed, and I was fighting off the urge to sleep so we could at least have some time to talk to each other about our respective days when Denise got uncharacteristically serious.

"Sweetie, this is important. You know your birthday is coming up two weekends from now," she said.

I hadn't actually realized this with the pace of my work schedule lately. I nodded anyway, and she pressed on.

"I've decided that we're going away that weekend. No excuses. No iPhone, no laptop, no work, nothing. In fact, I've already rented a cabin in Vermont that's a half-mile back in the woods on a private pond - it's so deep in the sticks that it doesn't even get cell reception. And if they fire you, fine. At least I'll get my husband back."

I listened, still nodding, though more in drowsiness than in agreement. But the next day, I told my boss I wouldn't be in on that Saturday and that I'd be out of touch that whole weekend. To my surprise, he agreed so long as I showed up for at least an hour that Saturday morning to give my team some direction for that day. I reluctantly agreed. 

When I told Denise that I did get most of the weekend off, she was pissed at first. Then she asked, "So you're only going in for an hour - then you can drive up to meet me?"

"Yes," I said, "After that, I'm all yours the rest of the weekend."

She looked distracted for a moment, as though she were calculating something. Then her expression brightened.

"That's fine, love, that will definitely work. I'll just open the place up and bring all our food and supplies for the weekend. Oooh, I'm so excited!"

I had to admit that I was too. I had no idea what she was planning for me, but it had to be better than reviewing data from focus groups for a dozen solid hours.

My birthday weekend finally arrived. As promised, I did go into the office but I only stayed my requisite hour, then jumped on the freeway and headed north. By the time I got off the highway, it was already midday. I followed my wife's directions, going from state road to town road to back road to what finally seemed like a goat path until I found the driveway that was nearly hidden in the underbrush. 

She hadn't been exaggerating. As I trundled down the driveway, I watched the tripmeter - this place was almost a mile back off the nearest road. As I finally got to the cabin, I noticed a rental car parked in the driveway. For a moment I wondered if I had the right address. I parked and walked up to the side door, where I found a note in Denise's distinctive handwriting that was marked, "To my love." I was inexplicably nervous as I wondered what she had planned for this weekend.

That was how I came to find myself in the middle of God-knows-where holding a note from my wife in trembling fingers. 

I opened it and began to read.

"You've had the worst two months that I can remember, so I figured you deserve a reward. This weekend, we're going to realize all your fantasies. There are only a few rules:

One, once you go inside and freshen up, take off all your clothes and leave them off. You won't be needing them the rest of the weekend.

Two, put yourself first for once. This weekend is all about making you happy. 

Three, trust me. Remember that I'm your wife, and I love you.

Once you've showered, come down the basement stairs and meet me out back.

Love, Me"

My stomach was tight and roiling as I shoved the note in my pocket. What exactly did she have planned? What did she means by "all my fantasies"?

Despite the frequency with which we made love early in our marriage, the majority of our sexual encounters had been pretty conventional, and I hadn't actually told her many of my fantasies for fear of putting her off. As someone who was relatively conservative in almost all aspects of her life, my wife wasn't someone to whom you could easily describe your most private urges. On occasion, though, that would sometimes change once we were in bed. There had been just a few times when she got excited and her entire aspect changed. She would get this breathless, eager quality, and she encouraged me to share my secret impulses before we had sex. On these occasions, I had divulged some of them.

Naturally, one of my fantasies involves a threesome where I would share her with another woman, but I almost didn't count that one since it is so common as to be almost a standard-issue desire for most men. Surprisingly, she wasn't averse to the idea when I mentioned it. In fact, she confessed she had always regretted that she never experimented with girls while she was in college. At the time we laughed since both ideas seem so clichéd nowadays. Unoriginal as these fantasies were this conversation lead to the one and only time we had actually - at least sort of - lived out one of our fantasies.

About a year or so after we were married, we ended up at a friend-of-a-friend's party. We were excited to go, since they had a huge, beautiful house, but we hardly knew anyone there. Out of nervousness or boredom - I'm not sure which - we both drank far too much, which lowered our inhibitions and our ability to drive. We knew we were there for the night and we were virtual unknowns, so we decided to adventure a little. 

Denise met a blonde named Sarah, whose husband paid attention to every woman there but her. Whether it was natural attraction, a desire for revenge, or a little of both, Sarah spent most of her evening glued to Denise. They eventually ended up in a back bedroom, ostensibly to use the attached bathroom, but when I found them they were lying on the bed kissing. As I watched, Sarah's hand crept down under Denise's skirt and into her panties. She slipped a finger into her pussy and pumped it in and out. Denise, in turn, ground her pelvis into Sarah's hand and clutched at her ass, pulling the blonde woman into her. She popped the front of Sarah's jeans open and jammed her fingers into her new friend's cunt while her thumb massaged her clit, mimicking Sarah's fingering. 

I watched at first, entirely mesmerized, but as they settled into a steady rhythm, I moved toward them. With her free hand, Denise grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to her. She unzipped my jeans and fished my hardening dick out. She popped it into her mouth and sucked me until I was hard, then pulled away and directed me towards Sarah. Without breaking pace, Sarah allowed me to slip into her mouth, and I held one hand against her head as I thrust my cock into her mouth, making her gag a little. As excited and inebriated as I was, I only lasted a minute or two before I shot my load down her throat. She eagerly sucked down my cum, wrapping her hand around my cock and squeezing me gently until she had licked up the last droplet of cum from my dick. I fell back, sitting heavily on a loveseat while Sarah turned her full attention back to kissing and fingering my wife. As they were kissing, Denise gave me a sidelong devilish grin, winked slowly at me, and went back to mauling Sarah as they bucked against each other's fingers. I must have either passed out or fallen asleep at that point, because the next thing I recalled was Denise kissing me in my ear and telling me that we should be heading to an upstairs bedroom. According to my wife, not long after I had passed out, Sarah's husband found them and pulled her away, but not before Denise had come hard under Sarah's ministrations.

The next morning was pretty quiet as we drove home. In fact, except as a prelude to sex, we never mentioned the encounter. I considered myself lucky though. Most guys never get to experience a threesome of any sort, and, true, it wasn't the exact circumstance I would have chosen, it was still without a doubt the most erotic experience we had as a couple.

Though we had, in a way, experienced one of my fantasies, the only other fantasy I had ever shared with Denise had not yet come true. I've always been something of a secret exhibitionist. My favorite fantasy has always been to be able to have a night at our house where my wife and various other women, depending on the scenario I create, walk around completely nude for the entire evening. I am nude as well, and I'm able to simply walk over and fuck any one of them whenever the mood strikes me. 

When we were first married, I was reluctant to tell Denise of this, since I assumed she would think I either had some kind of domination complex or was looking to cheat on her. But after some prompting, I did tell her, and she actually found the idea kind of sexy. Something about the freedom of the situation and the surprise of being taken and used unexpectedly appealed to her. In fact, some of the best sex we'd ever had came after we lay in bed describing elaborate scenarios to each other where we'd simply roam around entirely nude, taking and being taken by whomsoever interested us at that moment.

It was with this in mind that I entered the cabin. It was a fairly simple affair - only a back bedroom and bathroom, a living room with a fireplace and a combined kitchen and dining room. The best feature was the wraparound deck that looked out on the pond. Everything had the typical "second-house" feel to it. The furniture was well-used but comfortable, and I felt completely at home.

I headed to the bathroom to shower and shave. As difficult as it was, I resolved not to touch myself in anticipation of what my wife had in store for me. I got ready quickly, and when I emerged from the shower, I looked at the pile of clothes on the floor and laughed a little, thinking of how they had become superfluous for the next twenty-four hours. 

As I headed out to find Denise, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom. I stopped and regarded my nude form for just a second. Despite being happily married, I had been able to avoid the "chubby-hubby" look by working out regularly. Granted, I didn't have the six-pack I had when I was in college, but even into my thirties I hadn't let the love handles get out of control. I was also eternally grateful that, unlike some of my friends, my hair hadn't retreated yet. Then I laughed again, thinking how odd it was to be giving myself a once-over before I showed up to meet the woman I had been married to for nearly a decade. Still, I wanted to look good for her, considering how much trouble she had gone to in engineering this weekend.

I found the basement door and began to walk down into the semi-darkness. 

"Hon?" Denise called from the patio outside the basement doors.

"The one and only!"

"Good, you're finally ready!" she said, coming in through the screen door below and bounding up the stairs to meet me, stopping just one stair below me. Despite the low light, I could see that she was entirely nude as well and looked absolutely delectable. She had pulled her brown hair up and secured it with a clip in the back, but a few tendrils had loosened and framed her face. I suspected she had done this purposely, since she knew I loved how she looked with her hair like that. She had trimmed her bush, and, while she wasn't bald, her pubic hair was clipped very close to her skin. Running up the stairs had left her breathing a little hard, and her round breasts were still jiggling a little from the exertion. I leaned down, grabbed her rounded ass, and hugged her close. I assumed she was sun bathing while waiting for me to arrive, since her skin felt a little slick and all I could smell was coconut as I held her.

"This is a hell of a way to say hello," I said, looking her up and down. "Thanks for knowing how to greet a fella."

"Mmm, you're welcome. But save your thanks until later - you'll be even more grateful by the end of our time here."

I leaned down to kiss her, but she put her hand up to stop me. Puzzled, I looked at her. 

"No, not quite yet. We need to do a couple of things first."

As she said this she wrapped her hand around my cock and gave it a few gentle tugs.

"I need to get you ready." She stepped back down two stairs until her head was level with my cock, then she leaned forward and took the tip of it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around and over the head, then sucked down a little lower, but just by an inch or so.

"This would get me ready for almost anything," I said, trying not to come too soon.

"Good," she said, drawing off of me and resuming her gentle jerking motion. She looked up at me for a few moments as she continued to pull at my cock. Within a minute I was rock hard.

"Wow, you are ready to go, aren't you, my boy?" she asked.

"After what I've been through...yes."

She climbed up the steps until she was level with me, and, never letting go of my cock, whispered in my ear, "Nice - I like to see you so eager."

With this she lead me down the stairs by the cock, always putting gentle pressure on me and keeping up a constant but almost imperceptible jerking motion. Just as we approached the door, she stopped us.

"You remember what I said in the note?"

"What? That I should trust you?"

"Yes. And do you mind if I'm in charge, at least just at first?"

"Right, fine."

"And that I'm your wife and your only love?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then close your eyes."

I did as she asked, and she opened the door and lead us onto the patio. We walked a few paces towards the pond, and then she turned us around. Repositioning herself so that she was behind me and pressing her breasts into my back, Denise took her other free hand and began running it up and down my chest. 

"O.K. sweetie. Open your eyes."

I did. There before us, luxuriating on a chaise lounge in the sun, was a voluptuous blonde girl who couldn't have been more than twenty-five. The only thing she was wearing was a band of red silk ribbon with a bow on it that she wore around her neck like a Victorian choker. Though her skin was milk-white, it had a sheen from a thin layer of tanning oil. She had curly, shoulder-length hair that framed a sweetheart-shaped face and large, globular tits that, although flattened out somewhat due her reclined position, still rose up off her chest, ending in tightened pink nipples. She stretched slowly, spread her legs apart, and looked me up and down as well. She smiled.

"Hi."

"Hello," I said. 

"Josh, meet Angela. Angela, this is my husband Josh," said my wife, who was still slowly jerking my cock. "Happy birthday, love. She and this weekend are my presents to you." She didn't say anything for a moment to let this sink in. My head fairly swam, looking at her. "You can make small talk and get to know each other later. Angela and I got to know each other pretty well this morning while waiting for you. But right now, I have to make good on a promise I made to her this morning."

I turned my head a little to ask what she meant by her remark about getting to know her when Denise grabbed me and kissed me deeply. As her tongue swirled inside my mouth, I could detect a tangy, musky, and foreign taste.

"You mean, you and...and she..."

She moved in close to my ear, her breath hot against my neck. "Surprise," she whispered. "Don't worry; you'll get to see it before it's all over. But I've been telling her what a considerate lover and what a, well, basically, excellent fuck you are. And now you need to show her." She pressed herself to my back and ground against me. "Come on hon - what guy wouldn't want a beautiful, willing, tight-pussied little blonde twenty-something all to himself for a weekend? Oh, and don't worry - she's on the pill. You can come inside her as much as you like."

I didn't argue with anything she said, but I was forced to consider the unreality of the whole scene. My normally conservative wife was acting and, what was somehow even more shocking, talking like an absolute wanton, and she had somehow procured this bombshell for us as a playmate. Bringing me back from my thoughts, she began tugging me downward toward Angela.

Without another word, she led me down so that I was above the blonde girl, supporting myself on my arms above her. Denise then rubbed the head of my cock all around Angela's inner thighs and along her slit. By this time, I had a good amount of pre-cum leaking from my cock, which, when mixed with Angela's own wetness, allowed Denise to slide my hardness against Angela's clit and to place just the tip of my cock inside her cunt. 

This was something that Denise and I had done before. I would often tease her, going just a little inside her and paying special attention to her clit. One of the ways she would experience her most intense orgasms was to have me put my dick against her clit and jerk it quickly, setting up a vibration that would send her over the edge. After that initial orgasm she got merely from the rubbing, she found it especially satisfying when I would then sink my full length into her without warning. She always said afterward that she loved the shock of being suddenly filled and feeling my whole cock inside of her.

Now she was giving Angela the same treatment. 

Angela raised her hips to try to meet my dick, but Denise kept pulling me back or to the side, never letting me get too deep inside of her. All through the teasing, Denise leaned into Angela's chest and sucked her nipples into her mouth, tugging on them and swirling her tongue around the areoles. While Denise kept up this torment, I leaned down and kissed Angela's neck, gently tearing the ribbon away with my teeth. I kissed my way up her throat to her face, finally finding her lips. She responded, pushing her lips upwards against mine. After a few moments she broke the kiss and said, nearly shouting, "Goddam, your wife is frustrating! I am so fucking close!"

Denise leaned over and said to me in my other ear, "What do you think? Are you ready?"

"Mm-hmm."

"O.K. then." With this Denise released my dick, and I immediately shoved forward with all my weight, plunging my cock as far and as deep as I could into Angela's cunt. She gasped from the sudden intrusion, and I plunged into her repeatedly, each time pushing myself so deep that our pubic bones mashed together on each downstroke.

After only a minute or so, Angela tensed and squealed, her pussy walls clamping down, and I could feel the staccato contractions against my cock as she climaxed. I hesitated for a moment, giving her a chance to let her orgasm subside, then I continued pumping even harder and within only a few seconds I released my cum deep inside her womb. I held myself in for a moment, letting the final jerks of my dick deposit the rest of my cum inside her. 




A Birthday to Remember



Coming out of my post-climax haze, I looked over at Denise. She was reclining and rubbing her cunt, evidently enjoying the show she had orchestrated. She held my gaze for a moment, smiled, and licked her lips. I climbed off Angela, letting my softening dick slide out of her. I then sank my head between Denise's legs, spreading them wide apart, and sucked her clit into my mouth. I then slid my tongue between the folds of her pussy and pressed my face firmly into her mons. She responded, bucking back against my face, and she soon came as well, her wetness streaming out of her.

I pulled away and sat back myself, taking in the scene. Denise lay back on the warm patio tiles, staring up at the sky. Angela lay on her chaise, legs still slightly apart, and she slowly and idly rubbed her pussy with my cum. I sat back as well, still having a hard time accepting the reality of the circumstance when Denise spoke.

"So...so..." She trailed off, and then laughed. "Well, that was quite an introduction."

"Mmmmmm...." said Angela, her eyes half-lidded.

I felt as though I needed to come up with some kind of concrete action. "Would either of you like a drink?" I asked.

"Yes!" cried Denise. "I'll get us something. Why don't we relax for the rest of the afternoon?"

"Sounds good," said Angela.

"I agree," I said.

"Fine - you two can get to know each other a little better while I'm getting drinks."

I agreed. I felt a little weird, having just fucked a girl I didn't know the first thing about. While Denise ran up into the cabin, I pulled up a lounge chair next to Angela, and we both lay back, enjoying the warmth of the sun on our bodies. We were silent for the first few minutes, processing what had just happened, then her hand found mine.

"You probably want my story," she said.

"Only if you want to give it."

"It's not all that unique. What would you like to know?" she asked herself. "Well, I'm twenty-three, and it seems that the defining event in my life is that for the past two years I was in love with a complete and utter asshole."

She went on to tell me about how she had been devoted to a guy who was not only an inconsiderate lover but a dog as well. Angela had caught him in a number of compromising situations, but she had put up with his stories and excuses, taking him back after each of his transgressions. The final straw had been when she found that he had been fucking her sister. Feeling utterly betrayed by nearly everyone she cared about, she had vowed to swear off men and the problems they caused. 

But then she got her first job after leaving college. She was a sales rep for an advertising agency that for a while had a contract with Denise's company. She often met with Denise, and they began griping about life and men over lunch. Denise had resolved to help her out of her funk, and it was during these noontime sessions that she would praise the benefits of finding the right man. 

They had stayed in touch after the contract ended, meeting for drinks after work on Fridays to continue their girl-talk. Over the course the last month or so, Denise had constantly discussed the idea of showing her what having a considerate mate was like and eventually worked her way up to carefully broaching the topic of bringing her into a threesome with us. To her delight, Angela proved interested. Once it was out in the open, they quickly cooked up the idea for this weekend.

"And here we are," she said. "You need some serious stress relief, your wife wants to reconnect with you, and I need to restore my faith in couple hood. Oh, and I need a serious fucking. I haven't been with a man in nearly a year. That's serendipity in my book."

I liked Angela. I mean, beside the fact that she was young, cute, and fairly dripped with sexual energy, she was intelligent and forthright. I could see why Denise had chosen her - she was a lot like her.

We lay there, basking in the sun and the afterglow until Denise arrived, bracing three frozen margaritas against her breasts. Angela and I each took one, and we quickly drank them down. Denise joined me on my lounge chair and half-laid on top of me.

"So what do we do for the rest of the afternoon?" she asked as she traced her finger around my nipple.

I looked out at the pond. It was relatively small but deep enough to swim in. The owners had a large free-floating dock set up only a little way off shore.

"Let's lay out for a bit on the dock," I said. "Couldn't we all use some more sun?"

They agreed, and we walked into the water and swam out to the dock, holding towels above our heads to keep them dry. We hoisted ourselves onto the platform and spread out the towels. Denise handed me suntan lotion and asked if I would do the honors.

"Normally a great idea, but not this time." She looked disappointed at my refusal. "I think Angela should instead."

Denise smiled and passed the bottle to Angela. She popped the cap and squirted a generous amount of lotion onto her hands. Denise turned her back and scooted towards her. Angela rubbed her hands together and began to massage the lotion into Denise's back. She then reached around and did her front, cupping her tits and slowly massaging each one. She put more lotion on, and then placed her hands on Denise's thighs and ran her hands up and down her legs. Denise spread her legs wider, and Angela's fingers found her cunt lips. She pushed her index and middle finger into her hole and began to frig her. Denise's arm came back to wrap around Angela's head and pull her closer. As she did, Angela's pace quickened, and she soon had Denise cumming against her hand. Denise lay back against her, savoring the orgasm, and then shivered a little and pulled away.

"Your turn, sweetheart."

Denise decided to be a little more playful - she squirted the lotion all over Angela and then pushed her down against the dock. Her hands roamed all over her nude form, rubbing the lotion in at first with her hands and then with her entire body as she squirmed over her. Just as Angela began to buck her hips upwards in response to the assault, Denise stopped and turned to me.

"Now you," she said, turning to me.

She squirted me with the lotion all over as well and then winked at Angela. Taking the cue, she rose up and held my arms, pinning me down against the dock. While Angela held me down, I felt Denise's hands quickly playing all over my body.

I looked up at Angela and said, "You know, you don't really have to hold me down. What idiot would struggle against this?"

"I know," she said. "I just like having you in this position." She leaned down and kissed me hard, poking her tongue into my mouth. "What would you like me to do while your wife works her magic?" she asked.

I didn't even have to think. "Suck my balls," I replied.

She feigned shock at the crude statement, then smiled and moved lower down my body. She licked the underside of my cock, then gently sucked one of my balls into her mouth, all while Denise was vigorously rubbing lotion into me. Once Denise had finished, Angela looked up at me and gave my cockhead a quick kiss.

"What do you want me to do now? Want me to finish you up?"

"No, not yet. I want you both." I put an arm around each woman and drew them up next to me, one on either side. The sensation of their slick, smooth, entirely nude bodies next to mine was nearly indescribable.

We lay like that for the rest of the day until the sun went down. At various points each of us dozed off, but there were several times throughout the afternoon when I reached over and lazily rubbed my hand along Denise and Angela's clits and kissed them. They did the same to me; in fact, Angela at one point dozed off with my cock in her hand and when she woke up absentmindedly sucked on my dick for a minute or two before repositioning herself against me. Perhaps it was the freedom that came with the isolation of the cabin or the fact we were all nude that ended up making our sexual encounters so natural and almost casual. 

The setting of the sun brought a slight chill into the air, so we swam back to the shore and all went inside. Everyone was hungry and a little cold, so I made up a fire in the living room to warm the girls while I put together a quick pasta dinner. Throughout the whole weekend, it was only while I was cooking that I briefly broke the "no clothes" rule by putting on an apron. I was willing to break it and maybe look a little silly since I didn't want to chance a mishap when working with hot olive oil. I thought at first that Denise and Angela would laugh, but I got nothing but hoots and catcalls as they sat by the fire drinking their pinot grigio.

"Whoo-who!" called Denise. "We have to do this more at home. Your ass looks pretty yummy. It's even better when it's making us dinner."

"Think he needs a hand?" asked Angela.

"Oh, definitely. Maybe even a mouth," said Denise. She rolled over, got onto her knees, and crawled towards me. Angela followed, and soon both women had their heads under my apron, one sucking on my cock while the other licked and massaged my balls. It was an incredibly erotic feeling, not knowing which one was pleasuring me at any given moment. Given the lazy teasing we had done on the dock all afternoon, I didn't last long and was soon coming down one of their throats. After I finished, they both emerged from beneath the apron.

"Care to guess who finished you off?" asked Denise.

"Let me see." I pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply. I could detect a little saltiness in the kiss. "It was you."

"Maybe," she replied. "Try her," she said, pulling Angela to her feet.

I kissed Angela as well and again found the same slightly salty taste.

"Did you guys..."

"Have a little snowball fight? Yup." Denise gave me another devilish smile and pulled Angela next to her. "I told you this was going to be a fun weekend." She snaked an arm around Angela, cupped her right breast in her hand, and gave her left nipple a quick peck. "Do you like me being slutty like this?" she purred. 

"More than anything."

"Good. I love being this free, being this way. I may never wear clothes again." 

"Sounds good to me. I could get used to you prancing around the house all day without a stitch on." I looked both of them up and down, taking in Angela's womanly curves and heavy breasts and Denise's tighter, more sculptured body. I tried to pull them both close to me, but Denise spun them away.

"Jesus, you just came! Let's at least have dinner first." 

We moved out onto the deck, enjoying the last rays of the sun. After we were done eating, Angela suggested a shower before bed. I loved the idea but knew the tiny shower stall in the bathroom couldn't possibly accommodate three. I had, however, noticed that there was a hot and cold shower head on the side of the patio for rinsing off after coming out of the lake. The girls liked the idea, and we headed back downstairs after grabbing soap and towels from the bathroom.

By this time, the moon had come up, so there was just enough light to see by. Something about the pale light made these two nymphs even more beautiful as it outlined Angela's soft curves and Denise's long, toned body. I could only shake my head in wonder at my good fortune. I continued to take in their beauty as I turned on the taps and let the warm water spill over us. Angela opened the shower gel and began soaping up Denise, running her hands over her breasts and thighs and nibbling her ear. Denise started to do the same to me as well, but I waved her off and backed away.

"Remember what you said about showing me what I missed earlier today?"

Denise smiled and turned back to Angela. She took the gel and poured it over Angela's chest, letting it flow down over her torso. I expected my wife to give her the same treatment that she had just been getting, but instead she hugged her close and began sliding up and down against her. She mashed their breasts together and, picking up some gel on her cheek, nuzzled her neck. Angela let out a moan. Denise then shifted so that she placed one leg in between Angela's. She started to buck her hips against her leg while simultaneously rubbing her own thigh against the blonde girl's cunt. After a moment or two, Angela responded, pressing herself back into Denise and undulating against her. I stood back and watched, rubbing my cock to hardness again. They kept up their rhythm until Denise suddenly dropped and brought her lips up to Angela's pussy. She sucked her clit into her mouth, causing her to give a couple of short, sharp gasps. Denise then motioned with her finger, indicating that I should get behind Angela. I did and grasped Angela's hips as she spread her legs a little and bent forward slightly. Pushing my cock between her thighs, I slipped the tip of it into her cunt. I held it there for a moment, then I pushed in as deeply as I could. The angle Angela was at caused her to squeeze my dick tightly between her thighs, which meant I could only penetrate about halfway into her, but it also meant that the tip of my cock was hitting her g-spot with every thrust. 

I had only pumped into her a few dozen times when the combination of Denise's lips on her clit and my cock sent her into what must have been an overpowering, cascading orgasm. Angela tensed up, pulled Denise's head into her cunt, and let out a guttural half-scream, half-growl as her pussy walls again clamped down on my dick. She bucked and shivered as she came for what had to have been nearly a full minute. Even as she had stopped her overall motion, I could still feel her pussy spasming as I held myself inside her. She eventually released Denise's head and drew her up to her. I watched as she hugged her close and my cum leaked out of her cunt and ran down her leg.

"Thanks for that," she said, kissing my wife tenderly. "I think you both nearly killed me there."

"Mmm, no problem. That was fantastic, though I thought I might drown there for a minute, between the water and you clutching at my head."

"Oh, yeah, sorry."

"That's O.K. - I'd have died happy," Denise said.

Angela just smiled. "I think after this I'm heading to bed. I am wiped."

We agreed and finished our shower, toweled off, and headed upstairs. All of us, done in by a combination of the sun and our sexual exertions, were exhausted. I flopped onto the king-sized bed, and Angela snuggled up next to me. Denise lay down on the other side, spooning her. Within minutes we were all asleep.

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The next morning when I awoke, Denise was still asleep, but Angela had gotten up already. I found her leaning on the deck railing and looking out at the pond. Her breasts were hanging down like tantalizing fruit, and her ass was thrust up and backward as she leaned forward. Standing there nude and taking in the view of the water and surrounding thick forest, she looked like nothing so much as one of those Reubenesque goddesses in Renaissance paintings who are the embodiment of summertime and sensuality. Despite the fact I had just awakened and barely had my wits about me yet, my cock jerked to life at the sight of her.

I joined her on the deck, and she didn't even speak but merely sighed throatily as I reached around to hold her breasts in my hands. She began to gyrate her hips slowly and push against me. Stretching forward, she rested her head against the railing as she offered herself to me. This time I didn't have the patience to tease her but instead found her slit and just pushed myself all the way into her, deciding to be rougher this time. I leaned down onto her and pulled my cock out all out before thrusting in up to the hilt with each down stroke. Within minutes, I tensed up and came, shooting my seed deep into her cunt. This set her off, and I felt the now-familiar spasms of her pussy as I kept up my pace, my cock still hard inside her. I didn't let up until I felt her tremors subside, then I slowly drew myself out. My softening cock emerged, covered with our mixed wetness and fell with a quiet "plop" against her leg. 

"Wow, I didn't know you had that in you," she said, straightening up and turning around.

"Didn't have what?" I asked.

"That, you know, animal part of you. Your wife made you out to be Mr. Considerate Lover all the time. She never let on you could be some kind of oil derrick."

I laughed. "It's true, I don't ever really let myself go all barbarian."

"You definitely should more often. I love being fucked like that sometimes. I bet Denise would too." She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, pushing her tongue in between my lips. I drew back instinctively.

"Morning breath," I apologized. 

She laughed a light, tinkling laugh and shook her head. Then she jumped into my arms, wrapped her legs around my back, and ground her pussy onto my cock. I held her up. "That had better not be the last time you do that to me," she whispered.

I assured her it definitely would not be, and she jumped down.

"I'm headed for a quick swim. I could do with a freshening up. Want to join me?"

"Actually, I'm going to wake up Denise."

"Have fun with that," said Angela, grinning. She turned and walked down the stairs to the pond, and I watched her bare tits and ass jiggle on her way down to the water, then I headed back into the house.

Denise was still asleep but had thrown the covers off and was lying on her back. I lay down at the foot of the bed and kissed the insides of her thighs, gently pushing them further apart as I did. There was no question that this weekend was making us lose our inhibitions and reawakening some dormant and as-yet unknown tendencies. 

It had been a long time since either one of us had awakened the other in this way. I pushed my tongue between her pussy lips and made a long, lapping motion. Within moments she was squirming. I glanced up, and she looked down at me through half-lidded eyes. She closed her eyes again, and threw her head back as I inserted two fingers into her cunt and concentrated on her clit. She pulled my head into her and gave a short shriek as she came. I slowed a little as she was coming down from her climax but didn't stop.

"God, that was..." she began as I continued my ministrations. "Hey, you can let up, I already...Uungh, stop, it's too much..." 

I ignored her and kept licking her clit, pushing her towards another orgasm. In only a few more seconds she was humping wildly against me, arching her back upwards. She let out another incoherent, guttural cry as she came a second time. This time I slowed my licking when she flopped back onto the mattress and gasped for air, her chest heaving and her frame shaking. I planted a last kiss on her cunt and moved up next to her.

"Oh my God, oh my..." she said. "Holy shit, what are you trying to DO to me?"

She lay back and closed her eyes. After a minute her breathing returned to normal, and she opened her eyes again.

"That was fantastic. You haven't done that since, God, I don't even remember when."

"You like?"

"I loved it!" She squeezed me close to her. "So all I had to do this whole time was simply have us walk around naked and get us another girl to play with? Wish I had thought of this years ago." She looked out into the living room. "Speaking of our friend, where is she?"

"Having a morning swim and cleaning up from her exertions."

"A swim sounds good. And I suppose you had something to do with why that poor girl needs to clean up again?" she asked, feigning an accusatory tone.

"I dunno. Maybe." I grinned at her.

"Mmm, I can't blame you. I'd have probably grabbed her and fucked her doggystyle too if I could."

"Hey, I thought you were asleep."

"I was. Ha! I just guessed," she said. "You're so predictable."

"Let's see - cute blonde girl running around naked plus the fact I'm a guy...why, Holmes, you're brilliant! How ever did you deduce that?!"




A Birthday to Remember



"Ha ha. Touché," she said. "Care to drag me down to the water, caveman?" 

She held her arms up. I picked up her and flung her over my shoulder, eliciting a surprised "Oomph" from her. I smacked her bottom, and she shrieked and laughed. She paddled my ass as I carried her out of the cabin, down the stairs, and into the water where Angela was doing slow backstrokes through the water. I dunked us both, and we came up laughing. She waded over to Angela and kissed her good morning. After relaxing for a while, I wondered aloud what we should do for the rest of the day.

Angela and Denise looked at each other and giggled.

"We did have one other adventure we had talked about doing, but I didn't know if it might be a little much for you." said Denise.

"What's your plan?"

"Well, I grew up not too far from here," said Angela, "and there's this spot we used to hike up to and hang out at when I was in high school. We called it 'the ledges' -- it's a bare spot of rock that looks out over the valley where my friends and I used to go to drink and get some privacy with our boyfriends. It's really beautiful up there."

"So you guys want to lift the moratorium on clothes for a while and get in a hike?"

"Oh no," said Denise, smiling. "Who said anything about that? If we go, we stay in the buff. That's the deal." She paused for a moment. "What do you think?" 

My stomach contracted in nervousness momentarily at this idea. "What if someone catches us? An arrest for indecent exposure wouldn't exactly help my career right now."

"Actually, once we're on the trail, we've got nothing to worry about," said Angela. "There's this whole 'hike naked' movement. People do it all the time around here. There's never a problem. We'll just have to be sure not to be seen getting onto the trail itself."

I pondered for few seconds, my practical side wrestling with my exhibitionist side. I looked at Denise and Angela, naked and glistening with droplets of water. Screw it - how often would the chance come to romp around in public with two gorgeous naked women? Besides, I secretly wanted to show them off a bit. 

"What the hell," I said. "Carpe friggin' Diem."

They laughed and hugged me, each kissing me in turn. We headed back to the cabin, dried off, and gathered up supplies for the hike and threw it all into a backpack. Since I had agreed to taking our exhibitionism on the road, I was eager to make it happen, so breakfast was just bagels and coffee eaten on the way to the ledges.

Getting to and onto the trail turned out to be no great challenge at all. The girls got in the in the back of my SUV, and I drove. Thankfully, I was high enough up so that all anyone saw was the unremarkable sight of a shirtless guy driving his truck, and the tinted windows in the back kept Denise and Angela from being seen by other motorists.

The parking lot for the trailhead was on a back road similar to the one the cabin was on, and it only had a couple of unoccupied cars parked there. We gathered our gear and made sure there weren't any cars coming, then dashed into the woods. Once there, I put on the backpack, and we headed up the trail. 

We must have been quite a sight, all of us naked except for our hiking boots and socks, and me with the backpack. I figured that wearing just the boots would have diminished the girls' sexiness, but in an odd way they were just as desirable. Maybe it was because the unevenness of the trail caused theirs breasts and asses to jiggle and shimmy even more than they normally did. Whatever it was, my cock stayed semi-erect as we progressed up the trail.

Apart from the obvious thrill of the three of us being free and naked in the warm air under the canopy of leaves, the hike up to the ledges was enjoyable as well. The only disappointing fact was that, for being a public trail, we met hardly anyone on it. We did meet a pair of women and their dog who were hiking down the trail, but they had a definite "earthy-crunchy" vibe and seemed not at all shocked to see us, simply wishing us good morning as they passed.

We eventually made it up to the summit of the hill where there was a great view of the hollow below. As we stood there enjoying the sight, we caught the sound of people talking. We walked forward and saw on the ledge below us two teenage boys sitting there shirtless with beers in their hands. They hadn't noticed us yet.

Denise pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "Do you mind if I have some fun with these guys?" 

I at first assumed she only meant that she wanted to tease them, but then I realized the deeper import of her question.

"Considering what you've done for me this weekend," I whispered back, nodding towards Angela, "it's only fair that you get to have your playtime too." 

"Thanks," she breathed. She then smiled that devilish smile, and, grabbing Angela's hand, led us down next to them.

The boys turned to look as they heard us coming down the trail to their section of the rockface, and they froze. Denise greeted them with a simple "Hi." 

"Hi," they said, and nodded to us as well. We waved, but didn't say anything else. It was Denise's show at this point.

They briefly checked out the girls, letting their eyes rove up and down the women, then, trying hard not to gawk, looked back out across the distance. They tried to return to their conversation, but it trailed off, as they were unable to ignore the two gorgeous nude women who had just emerged from the woods and were standing mere feet from them. 

Denise let the silence and tension grow for what seemed an hour but was probably only a minute. Continuing to look out across the valley, she finally stretched and sighed, as if preparing to say something. Given the situation, I assumed she'd come out with some kind of double-entendre.

"Nice view, isn't it?" she asked. Ah, there it was. 

One of the boys, relieved to have the tension broken and a conversational entrée, said, "Uh, yeah, no doubt." He recovered quickly though. "Hey, I'm Mark, and this is Kevin."

They stood up, and we gave them our names and settled into small talk about the hotness of the day and the difficulties of the trail. We soon discovered that they were nineteen years old and were playing hooky from a leadership camp their parents had sent them to at a nearby college. I couldn't help noticing how Denise and Angela had seen the young men's toned chests and well-defined abs once they stood up and were blatantly staring. Eventually Angela asked how they kept in such great shape and learned they were both lacrosse players.

We kept up the small talk until Kevin asked, "So, you guys are just out here hiking without anything on? Do they allow that?"

"No one's objected yet," Denise said. "Why? Do you want us to cover up?"

"No, no!" Mark quickly responded. "We were just wondering."

"Why? Would you like to join us? You're welcome to, but you'd have to get naked as well." 

They glanced at each other. "I don't know..." began Kevin. "I mean, what if someone we know saw us?"

"Come on, how likely is that?" asked Denise. "Besides, we'll make it worth your while." 

"How do you mean?" he asked.

She didn't answer but instead walked up to Kevin and, her eyes locked with his, undid his belt, unbuttoned his shorts, and pushed them down to his ankles. Kevin stood there, shocked. Denise grabbed his cock, which was about the same length as mine but a little fatter and with a disproportionately large head, and popped it into her mouth. She slurped on it for a few seconds until it was fully erect and its mushroom head had become a bright and pulsating purple. Taking her cue from Denise, Angela did the same to Mark, cupping his balls and running her finger along the underside of his cock. 

They kept up their blowjobs on the boys until Kevin began pushing his cock forward, deeper into Denise's mouth. At this she stood up and hugged him to her, mashing his cock against her pussy.

"All that and more," she said. "So what do you say? Care to join us?"

"Jeeeeez-us, yes!" he breathed, his face flushed from the sudden and unexpected stimulation. He'd have jumped off the cliff at that moment had she asked him to.

"Excellent," she said, smiling back at him. She leaned back down, gave his cock a couple more strokes and a final peck. Angela stood up as well, letting her finger trail upwards beneath Mark's cock once last time, and came away with a thin thread of pre-cum.

"You don't mind this?" asked Kevin, staring at me.

I shook my head. "My wife, the one who just had your cock in her mouth, and her friend Angela here gave themselves to me for the entire weekend as a birthday present. Why shouldn't I share the wealth?"

"Wow," he said, and shook his head incredulously. "Happy fuckin' birthday, man."

"Thanks. It has been, literally."

The boys then stepped out of their shorts and put them into their packs, then we made our way back down the trail. They at first nearly sprinted ahead, eager as they were to get to the bottom and their reward. 

Denise shouted after them, "You know, the fun won't start until we get there anyway, unless you guys want to begin without us."

They looked at each other, grimaced, and laughed. "No thanks," said Mark. "We'll definitely wait for you." 

We caught up to them and ambled down the trail, the girls watching appreciatively as the two teenagers' dicks swung and bobbed as we moved. They actually were pretty gentlemanly, helping the girls down the steeper and more treacherous parts of the trail. There was some enlightened self-interest at work as well, of course, since they were able to slide their hands along the girls' asses or grab a handful of breast as they helped them along.

We were nearing the trailhead when Denise stopped us. She looked all around, then grabbed Kevin's hand and led him through a stand of laurel and into a clearing about fifty yards from the trail. Angela, Mark, and I followed.

By the time we arrived, Kevin had already thrown his pack off to the side, and Denise was again on her knees, sliding her mouth up and down his cock. He was hard within seconds. Angela got in front of Mark, kissing him as he shrugged his pack off. She reached down and stroked his dick, and he in turn reached in between her thighs and ran his finger along her pussy lips. While Angela and Mark continued to frig each other, Denise stood up, leaned back against a tree, and spread her legs. Kevin walked up to her and pressed his cock against her. She spread out her pussy lips and, taking his cock in hand, guided it up and into her cunt. He began fucking her just like that, pushing her back into the tree with each thrust. Denise grunted a little each time he thrust into her.

I stood back, dropping my own pack and admiring the sight. I hadn't been sure how I'd feel, seeing another guy with my wife. The short blowjob hadn't bothered me, but all-out fucking was another thing. Surprisingly, not only was I not feeling jealous, but it was an unmistakable turn-on. Besides, I really had no right to refuse her after she had essentially wrapped up Angela with a bow for me, and I had, after all, wanted to show off the girls. 

While I was in my reverie, I noticed that Angela had put her foot behind Mark and pushed him backward, falling on top of him as she did so. She scooted back until she was sitting on top of his dick, and he pushed upwards, sinking the whole length of his cock into her at once. She cried out and leaned back, her nipples pointed upwards and her tits shaking as Mark thrust against her. Using one hand for support, she took the other and pinched and rubbed her clit, rotating her hips and grinding down onto Mark. At this I started massaging my dick, stroking it slowly to hardness as I watched the scene before me. 

Angela, seeing that I was hard myself, waggled her finger, motioning that I should come closer. I did, and she licked her lips, caught my cock, and sucked it deep into her mouth. I stood still, letting her bob her head in unison with Mark's rhythm. As I was getting close to coming, she spit out my cock and asked, "Do you think you could manage to put that in, you know, the other?" I found her shyness about asking for anal both charming and ironic, given that she was currently fucking a guy she had only met a couple of hours ago and had spent the weekend fucking one she only met a day before. 

I nodded vigorously, eager to oblige. It was one of the few things we had tried that Denise hadn't really enjoyed doing, and we had only tried it once in the very earliest months of our marriage. She had never let me try it again.

I grabbed the suntan lotion from my pack, got down behind Angela, and straddled Mark's legs, which were tight together under Angela. She stopped moving entirely, and Mark did the same as I rubbed the lotion onto my dick and her asshole, lubing them up. I then placed the head up against her puckered hole and pushed in as gently as I could. Angela winced just a bit as my cockhead entered her, then relaxed, and I pushed forward by slow degrees until my entire cock was nearly buried in her ass. I could feel the pressure of Mark's cock pushing against her vaginal walls, and, while I wasn't crazy about having another guy's dick so close to mine, it was worth it to be able to be inside Angela's ass like this.

Slowly, Mark started thrusting again, and I began pushing opposite of him so that Angela had one cock buried deep inside her at every moment. The tightness of her ass and the fervor with which she was now fucking Mark meant that neither of us were going to last long. I started to come, my breathing becoming short and ragged, which set off Angela, who began to shake and quiver. As she leaned back into me, I grabbed her breasts, mashing them and pinching her nipples. This seemed to intensify her orgasm, and she bucked more wildly against Mark. The tremors passed through her, and then Mark, with a yell, thrust up into her, squirting his cum deep into her womb. 

We stayed there, pressed into her until Mark lowered himself down and Angela pulled away from me and rolled off the side onto the ground. She lay there, drawing deep breaths and staring vacantly upward with her golden hair splashed wild around her, while from between her splayed legs our cum dribbled out of her ass and cunt onto the ground. That was easily one of the most erotic things I had ever seen in my life, and I can recall every detail of how she looked at that moment to this day. Adding to the momentousness of the situation was that, as Mark and I admired the voluptuous beauty sprawled on the ground before us, my wife was grunting and gasping her way to her own orgasm. She clung to Kevin as she came, and he bounced her upwards as he shot inside of her.

After Angela had a moment to catch her breath and return to reality, Mark and I each offered a hand and helped her to her feet. 

"Holy shit!" she said. "I never felt so...full...before. I hated to have you guys pull out."

We agreed with her, and then she hugged Mark, kissing him. She gave a delighted shudder before breaking the embrace.

"And you," she said, turning to me. "There was your final surprise, birthday boy. Denise said you were dying to try that again; God, was she ever right." She pulled me to her and kissed me, then we turned back to look as Denise disengaged herself from Kevin. She flopped down on her stomach on the ground, lay there for a moment, then rolled over and laughed. 

"That was fucking fantastic," was all she said before getting up. Kevin helped brush the debris from the ground and bits of bark off her. Mark got t-shirts from his pack and offered one first to Angela and then to Denise. While the girls cleaned up, Mark and Kevin said that they had been away from their camp too long already and were worried about being in trouble if they didn't check in by dinner. They pulled their shorts on, preparing to leave. I picked up my pack as well, and Denise and Angela gave each of them a long French kiss. Denise, for good measure, fished Kevin's cock of his zipper and gave it one last suck before giving him a final kiss goodbye. They each shook hands with me, and headed back to the trail. 

We waited for a moment until we heard their car start and drive away. We then picked our way back to the trail ourselves, waited just inside the cover of the woods to make sure no one was around, then dashed into my SUV. By the time we were five minutes away from the parking lot, Denise and Angela had fallen asleep against each other in the backseat.

We arrived back at the cabin as the hazy afternoon light was casting long shadows on the ground. I parked and turned around and gently shook the two women awake. Noticing that each of them still had the residue of dried cum on them, I suggested a shower before dinner. They both nodded and rubbed their eyes as they yawned. I left them to grab towels, and they had the water running on the outside shower when I returned. This time, we were all too exhausted to do much more than just rub our bodies together as we showered, enjoying the feel of our skin sliding against each other.

We dried off, had a quick dinner, and then, reluctantly, Denise helped Angela pack up while I went to clean up from dinner. It took only a few minutes; it's amazing how little you need when you go without clothes for an entire weekend.

After a few minutes, Denise called to me from the driveway and asked me to carry Angela's bag out. I finished up the dishes quickly, grabbed her bag from the bedroom, and put it in the open trunk of her rental. Going to the front, I found Angela sitting in the driver's seat with Denise crouched down next to her. Denise was still totally nude, but Angela had dressed for her drive home. She looked odd, sitting there in short black shorts and a low-cut yellow tank top, and I realized that, up to that moment, I had never known her with clothes on. In a weird way, she looked just as sexy clothed as she did when she was nude. 

None of us spoke for a moment, then Angela said quietly, "You guys were both incredible to me this weekend. I needed to be daring and feel sexy and beautiful. This was one of the best times of my life. Here's the thing though - I know you'll say we'll see each other again, but you know how life works. You'll get caught up in your jobs, and it always seems as though I have a lot of drama in my life. But I don't want this to be a one-time thing - this was good for me, and I think it was good for you too, right?"

"It absolutely was," said Denise, and she reached out to me. I stood beside her, wrapping my arm and giving her ass cheek a playful squeeze. "But don't worry, we will see you again, I promise. I'm sure as hell not letting us get caught in the same rut again."

"Then let's plan something now, before I leave," Angela said eagerly.

"Fair enough," I said. "You ski?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then how does a private lodge in Vermont sound, say the last weekend in January?" I asked, then quickly added with a smirk, "We'll have to get dressed, of course, at least while we're outside."

"Possibly," said Angela grinning back. "Maybe we won't bother going outside."

"Sounds good to me," said Denise. "I'll book it now and email you the details. It'll be done before you get home."

With that Angela closed the door then leaned out to give each of us one last, lingering kiss. I gave her breast a quick squeeze as I kissed her, and she squealed and slapped my hand away playfully. She then put the car in gear and drove down the long twisting driveway. 

We watched her car disappear around the bend, and, holding Denise against me and relishing the feeling of her skin against mine, I thought to myself what a long time January seemed from now.



A Birthday to Remember!



Part I

We had been married for two years, and my birthday was approaching. The year previous we had spent three days in New Orleans, and Marita had reigned as my Mistress Queen as we celebrated my birthday on the special outing. It was a special birthday, indeed!

Given her love for me and immense creativity, I knew this year would be special, but I couldn't imagine how she would top herself. (Perish the pun!) My offerings for her birthdays were sincere and, I knew, appreciated, but I could not match her creativity. For that quality alone, she deserved to be the Domme!

Neither of us had referenced the rapidly approaching date, and it had hard for me not to. I successfully had fought the need for reassurance, but my birthday was next weekend, and here it was the weekend before, and she had said nothing.

Sunday evening after supper she pulled me down next to her on the couch. "Got any plans for next weekend, big boy?" Her eyes were dancing.

"Sure don't, big girl," I smiled back at her.

"Hmmmmmmmmm," she said with the smile of the Chesshire. "Seems to me there's something special about next Sunday, but . . . I just can't place it."

"You mean the seventeenth?" I asked, deadpan.

She paused a beat. "Oh!" (dramatically) "I know--it's your birrrrrrrrrrrthday!" 

"Why, by golly, it is!" We quickly both began laughing.

"You are such a good boy not to drop hints, sweetie!' she said after our shared laughter.

"It was hard, 'Rita," I said with a shy smile.

"I know it was, good boy." She always knew how to let me know she loved and understood me. "Anyway, your present is a surprise!" She winked. "All you need to do is make no plans for the whole weekend. Just surrender your schedule to me."

"Heck, that could be the present!" I laughed.

I mentioned the ever-more-closely-approaching Friday a few times lightly, and Marita responded in kind. My curiosity, happy uncertainly, and intoxicating anxiety grew steadily, and by Friday, I was all atwitter!

I almost hit the Marla's car as I pulled into the driveway after work, realzing she, too, was home and early, too. Jumping out, I ran into the house. She was waiting in the kitchen, a huge grin on her face.

"Ah, just at the right time, sissy!" she said happily. "Not a word--go get into something casual, grab your suitcase--it's all packed--and put it in my car. "Hop to it!"

Eagerly and with quick obedience, I threw on a pair of jeans, a warm pullover--it can get chilly even in Florida in December!--and loafers. Grabbing the luggage, I headed for my wife's Mustang, trusty, even if a few years old, and put the stuff in the open trunk. Marita already was behind the wheel, and I got in next to her.

Bending over the gearshift, she pressed her lips against mine, and her tongue probed as if it were as Dominant as she. Breaking off, she held my eyes; said, "Iove you"; started the car, and we were on our way. I had no idea where. Ah, how I loved this woman!

We held hands until 'Rita pulled into the parking lot of Beach Here, an old local hotel renamed and refurbished a few years ago and extensively marketed as a lovely place to stay on the relatively uncrowded Panhandle beach. We had once had drinks in their cocktail lounge, and the complex seemed a very nice, well-run, moderately pricey place. It appeared to prosper, and we agreed that it was nice to see a local, non-chain business make good.

I started to speak as 'Rita parked the car and turned off the engine, but she lightly slapped me and gestured to the trunk.. Taking my suitcase out, I followed her into the lobby. It was exciting both to be led by her and also to watch the movement of her still-exciting-after-all-these-years body. 

December in this local not yet being "the season," the lobby was deserted (and the parking lot had been low on cars. However, I had noticed a few out-of-state license plates.) "We're a little early," my wife noted over her shoulder and led me to the front desk, behind which a single male clerk was ensconced.

Gesturing with her head towards me, she told the young and somewhat pimple-faced clerk, "He's here for the PS Weekend and has a room reservation." It sounded like she had said "PS" as she gave my name. Turning to me, she ordered, "Get resistered" and strode to a plush chair, seating herself, crossing her legs, and picking up a newspaper.

The nerdish clerk took my American Express, and soon I had the key card for Room 716. "Need help with the luggage?" he asked, to which I responded in the negative. "OK, enjoy your stay at Beach Here. Lessee . . . " he consulted a sheet. "It says the PS Weekend registration starts at 6:00 in the Dunes Room.

I followed his pointing finger to a hallway with a sign next to it reading, "Meeting Rooms." In the center of the Lobby on the announcement display was a single notation: 

WELCOME PS WEEKENDERS

Picking up my suitcase I walked over to where Marita sat, glancing through the paper. Looking up, she asked, "Are you registered, little sissy." No one except the clerk was around to hear, and he had disappeared at least temporarily into a back room.

"Yes, Mistress," I went down on one knee.

"Good boy," she smiled a thin, regal smile, rose, and walked towards the elevators with me dutifully following.

The doors opened immediately, and after I had punched "7" and the elevator had begun to ascend, I spoke, "Mistress, may I ask . . ."

"No, sissy," she interrupted. "I'll explain when we're in the room." And so she did.

(TO BE CONTINUED)



A Birthday To Remember....



Craig Mitchell got up before the sun had risen over the horizon on the morning of his 18th birthday. He was giddy with excitement at the prospect of what lay in store on his special day. His heart was racing away at a mile a minute inside his chest, and his brow was drenched in sweat. Craig had never felt as nervous nor as excited as he was feeling at that very moment before in his life as he slowly got up out of bed and made his way down the long hallway towards his parents’ closed bedroom door. He felt as though his cock was made from pure granite, incredibly hard and bulging out against his loose-fitting boxer shorts.

As a quarterback in his local high school’s championship-winning senior football team, Craig was one of the most popular, handsome guys in the entire school, with short wavy jet-black hair, a smooth, hardened face with a squared jaw, and deep piercing ocean-blue eyes. When the football team started winning big and things were going their best for him, Craig was practically swamped with girls wanting to go out with him or willing to do anything he wanted just to get in his good books. But Craig had stuck to the rules: blowjobs only til he turned 18. And this was the big day!

Standing just outside his parents’ bedroom door, Craig could hear loud moaning and groaning coming through the thin wooden panel from just beyond. It didn’t take much in the way of intelligence to guess what they were up to, and the thought of his Mom and Dad screwing like rabbits really got Craig’s blood boiling. Without an ounce of concern or hesitation, he opened the bedroom door and stepped into his parents’ room, then closed the door behind him.

Just as he’d known they would be, Craig’s Dad was vigorously pounding his Mom’s soaking wet pussy from behind with his long, fat tool. Craig’s father, whose name was Roger, rammed his huge dick into his wife’s hairy cunt with everything he had, causing her to scream and holler at the top of her lungs without the slightest care for anyone or anything but her own sexual stimulation. Roger looked over at his son as Craig entered the room and gave his boy a smile and a thumbs-up, not easing up on the tempo of his thrusts for even an instant. He was a smart, attractive-looking 52-year-old stockbroker, with short-cropped black hair tinged with grey, clear hazel eyes, and a robust face that seemed slightly worn and tempered with age but still no less captivating than ever. Craig had inherited many traits from his father, including his looks and the size of his cock.

Craig’s Mom, Janet, was in a world of pure lustful bliss as her husband’s big, bulging prick drove deep into her tight, constricting snatch, stretching her private opening to its limits and causing her to shudder with orgasmic delight as she came over and over again. She looked truly incredible for her 39 years, with long, billowing strawberry-blonde hair flying back away from her angelic face, which was twisted in pure lust as Roger brutally reamed her from the behind with his twitching cock-shaft. Janet’s emerald-green eyes were glowing with inner fire, her mouth sagging open and her crimson-red lips sparkling in the light of a nearby lamp. But it was her body that really enthralled Craig. She was the perfect example of a sexy, mature woman, with a firm, voluptuous body that seemed to have been perfectly sculptured for sex. With full D-cup hooters tipped with large, pale pink bullet-shaped nipples, a smooth sensuous stomach with a sexy little ‘innie’ navel, long slim legs, a round meaty arse, and a bald little cunt, Craig’s mother sure was any straight, red-blooded male’s notion of a hot babe, that’s for damn sure.

“Fucking Christ, fuck my cunt you big-dick bastard!” Janet screamed at the top of her lungs as she rove her arse back against Roger when he drove into her tight hole, trying to get as much of his cock as deep into her snatch as possible. She looked up at her son Craig, but didn’t actually register his presence, she was on such a sexual high. “Give me your cum, big boy! Shoot your jism deep inside me, you son of a bitch, fill my womb with your warm, sticky seed.”

Craig moaned and quickly yanked down his boxer shorts so he could take hold of his own cock. His prick felt as though it was on fire and felt as hard as a rock; Craig’s arousal was so intense it was slightly painful to bear, his huge, cum-heavy balls throbbing slightly as his semen built up inside. He moved into position in front of his own mother’s face and shoved his man-meat up against Janet’s lips. Instinctively, Janet opened her mouth, allowing her son to slide his cock deep down the back of her throat. Craig pushed his aching schlong into his Mom’s willing, suctioning mouth until the head of his cock was rubbing against the back of her throat and his nut-sacs were rubbing up against her chin. Janet ran her tongue up the underside of her son’s twitching cock-shaft, then licked and slurped his bulging balls, making sure to drool and slobber all over his pulsating groin. She was going crazy as her squeezing cunt was being ploughed by her husband’s piercing penis and she was being face-fucked by her stud of a son.

“Oh Jesus, that’s it you fucking whore! I’m cumming, you bitch! God you’re tight!” Roger roared as he finally lost control and orgasmed, flooding his wife’s twat with his jism. Janet came at the same time, her body shuddering with the intensity of her climax as her pussy-juices poured out of her gaping, well-fucked cunt. 

Craig was loosing control at around the same time, unable to hold back his own climax for very long as his very own mother gave him the blowjob of a lifetime. He looked down at his Mom and let out an almost painful groan of pleasure. Janet was the picture of debauchery with her son’s prick jammed all the way down her throat, her eyes bulging in their sockets as she tried to breathe around his thick, meaty fuck-pole. She sucked on his throbbing prick with the strength of an industrial vacuum-cleaner, squeezing and massaging Craig’s ball-sacs with her right hand while ramming a couple of fingers into her cum-filled pussy-crack with her left hand.

“Fucking hell, I’m cumming!” Craig bellowed as he shot two long, thick spurts of sticky white jism down his mother’s throat, then pulled out of her mouth and blasted ribbon after long, thick ribbon over Janet’s pretty face. Splashing her gorgeous face all over with love-gunk really put the icing on the cake – it was the perfect ending to a raw, dirty, unwholesome act of incestuous lust. Craig had just gotten one grade-A blowjob from his cock-hungry Mom while she in turn was being pounded up her tight little cunt by her husband, yet he knew that this was nothing but the beginning of his adventures for the day. 

It was a time-honoured tradition for every member of the Mitchell family; once a Mitchell turned 18, they were introduced to the world of fucking by every available member of the opposite sex that was also of legal age. Craig could hardly believe his luck – he lived in the most ideal part of the country, basically in the centre surrounded by a number of female members of the Mitchell clan. A number of family-members were making the trip out to see Craig on his special day, and to help give him his ‘special present’.

When Janet finally opened her eyes again, realising for the first time that she had just sucked her own son off and was covered in his sticky cum, she did nothing but smile faintly at Craig, too exhausted to do much more than that. Roger was in no mood to let things ease up, however, especially with his son now in on the action. He quickly climbed off the bed and manoeuvred around until his limp, slime-covered pecker was drooping down in front of Janet’s face, basically pushing his son Craig onto the bed beside his Mom. Janet slowly opened her mouth up and licked at the hairy ball-sacs under her husband’s prick, working her right hand up and down on his cock while she slurped and munched on his wrinkly marbles. She alternated from one meaty scrotum to the other, savouring the taste of sweat and sex-fluids as she worked her tongue into every nook and cranny. As his Mom sucked on his Dad’s balls and masturbated his big prick til it was hard again, Craig worked his way down between Janet’s thighs and began to play with her cunt, working first one finger into her sopping wet pussy-slit and then a second. Her cum-filled fuck-tunnel was extremely yielding to Craig’s fingers. After working a third digit into her cunt and probing her private slit for about half a minute, Craig pulled his fingers out of her and sucked on the combination of love-juices. The mixture of Roger’s semen and Janet’s cunt-cream wasn’t all that unpleasant to young Craig.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Roger moaned as his wife slid her mouth around the head of his throbbing red cock and sucked on the mushroom-shaped tip of his member. Craig craned his neck up so he could put his mouth onto his mother’s pussy-lips and start to nibble and suck on her cunt. He managed to burrow his tongue into the fleshy folds of Janet’s womanly opening and scoop out her tasty girly-sauce, savouring the sweet tangy taste of her snatch as his Dad got his dick sucked. Chewing on his Mom’s cunt til she started to moan and shudder, Craig knew that his endeavours were about to be rewarded as Janet began to cum all over her son’s eager face, and right into his open mouth. Craig drank back as much of his Mom’s pussy-juices as he possibly could, then used his tongue to scoop out as much of her twat-butter as he could, delving deep into the meaty folds of her sex to get to the creamy goodness. He could taste his father’s salty cum but it was his Mom’s tangy pussy-sauce which overrode his senses, getting them both primed and in the mood for some hard fucking. 

Pulling himself around until he was kneeling behind his mother with his cock positioned at the entrance to her gaping wet pussy, Craig slowly slid into her womanly opening, pushing his bulbous cock-head in past the outer ring of her cunt and then easing his dick-log deep into her with one long, brutish lunge forwards. Janet let out a long sigh as her cunt-muscles were stretched taut to accommodate her son’s probing phallus, moaning finally as Craig’s prick slammed up against her cervix with still at least a couple more inches to slide in. It felt incredible to Craig to finally fuck a woman’s tight, wet cunt after fantasizing about it for so long, much better than he could’ve possibly have imagined. Loosing his virginity to his very own mother, though…..that was really raunchy. Craig knew that he wasn’t going to be able to hold out for very long, but he wanted to give it to her hard and fast, so that he would be able to at least make her cum once or twice before shooting his load up her twat.

As she sucked on Roger’s meaty pole, Janet moaned with lust and shuddered with climactic ecstasy as Craig rammed his huge prick in and out of her well-stretched cunt, giving her all the young man had and squeezing her ample tits at the same time. Craig pinched and tweaked on his Mom’s hard, budding nipples as he felt Janet’s pussy-muscles squeeze his cock like a silky vice, milking his manhood and trying to coax out his own release. After she orgasmed for a second time a couple of minutes later with her son’s prick driving into her snatch with admirable intensity, Craig shot a couple of long, thick spurts of jism deep into his Mom’s cunt, filling her womb with his spunk just as his father had earlier on that morning.

Roger grabbed his wife roughly by a handful of her reddish-blonde hair and brutally face-fucked her til his own orgasm came rushing down upon him. 
“Take it, whore. God, yeah! You’re such a dirty cum-slut, you’re going to drink my spunk like a good little bitch!” Roger moaned as his cock erupted and his thick, gooey spunk blasted down Janet’s throat. She gulped his cum back down her throat like the cum-dumpster that she truly was, savouring the dirty feast of dick-sludge that came blasting out of her husband’s ball-sacs and licking his prick clean after all the jism had been swallowed back.

All three of them needed a rest for a little bit after their wild and raunchy morning sex-fest, but they knew for sure that the fun was only just beginning. 

Janet Mitchell curled up in her son Craig’s arms and gently kissed her boy on his lips. “My son, my young man,” she cooed proudly. “How did it feel to loose your virginity to your old Mom, huh?”

“You can’t know how good that was for me, Mom. No-one’s ever given me a present that’s anywhere near as good as that,” Craig replied earnestly, meaning every word of what he said. 

“Well, it was really great for me, too. I love it when I get fucked by a virgin, it’s one of my fetishes to have my body used and abused by a sexual novice,” Janet confided with a wry grin, her face baked in Craig’s drying cum. Roger had pulled his limp dick out of his wife’s mouth and had dropped down onto the bed with the two of them, needed to rest and recuperate just as they did. “When the others arrive, we’ll begin to teach you how to please a woman, and how to give intense satisfaction while remaining erect for as long as possible. That’s a key factor, Craig, and one which we will make sure you pick up after today.”

“Hey, buster, you’re gonna love this!” Roger said to his son with a broad, friendly grin, giving his kid a light punch on his right shoulder. “Be prepared, boyo, these jezebels don’t take no prisoners! They will use you up, suck you dry then spit you out without a moment’s hesitation, let me tell ya! But it’ll be right, hey? Have fun, opportunities like these happen once in a lifetime!”

Craig knew that his Dad was telling the truth about his ravenous relatives and their sexual vitality – it was Mitchell family folklore about how all the adult family members had wild, incestuous orgies every time a child became an adult in the clan, with the birthday person being the central focus of everyone’s lust. He knew that he was going to be expected to cum a lot throughout the day, but Craig thought he was up to the challenge. Especially with some of the hot relatives who were coming out to see him, more than enough motivation for him to get hard and fuck like crazy!



The doorbell rang at around 9 am. Craig, Roger and Janet were in the kitchen and completely naked, eating a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs as they devoured each other with their eyes. Janet got up and walked towards the door, swaying her bubble-butt back and forwards as she walked. Both Roger and Craig were glued to Janet’s round, meaty arse as she strode towards the front door. She peered through the peep-hole to see who it was, then turned back towards the two men of the house with a broad grin on her face.

“It’s John and Sharon,” she said, referring to Craig’s Uncle John and his Aunt Sharon. Roger’s hot sister Sharon was around his Mom’s age, but she had humungous tits, at least an F-cup. They were easily her most defining features, the first thing most people noticed about her when they met her for the first time. Every time Craig laid eyes upon her, he felt as though he was going to have to pick his jaw up off the ground. He couldn’t stop himself from staring at her huge hooters, no matter how hard he tried.

John Madison was a software developer for one of those huge European-based programming corporations, so it was rare for him to be Stateside for any longer than six months. Sharon had always had a soft spot for her ‘favourite nephew’, Craig, and she had promised him that she’d be there for his very special 18th. He could hardly wait to see her again. John was a side issue. Craig was sure that, with all the pussy going around once the others arrived, John wouldn’t mind it all that much if he gave it to his busty Aunt and blasted a thick wad of spunk up her tight little twat.

Not giving a damn about the state of undress they were all in, Janet opened the door to let her relatives into her home. 

“Sharon, John, how wonderful to see you both again! I’m so glad you both could make it!” she exclaimed. Janet wrapped her arms tightly around Sharon as she stepped into the lounge room and kissing her sister deeply on the lips, sliding her tongue into the other woman’s mouth for the buxom babe to suck on. Then she turned her attention to John, pashing him heatedly on the mouth and feeling up his bulging lump of prime prick-meat through the front of his pants.

Watching his very own mother greeting his Aunt and Uncle in such a sexy, forbidden way really got Craig’s blood boiling and his dick hard as a rock again. Sharon quickly spotted her nephew sitting with her brother in the kitchen and made her way over to the birthday boy, a big smile plastered across her sexy, matured face. With long, straight raven-black hair that hung down around her firm, tapered arse, deep sky-blue eyes and a gorgeous, angelic face that screamed intelligence and feminine grace, Sharon was the full package. Aunty Sharon’s huge mammaries were thrust out against the tight, skin-hugging material of her bright red silk blouse, and her round, meaty butt was framed very nicely indeed in her tight-fitting leather jeans. Craig had never seen his stunningly gorgeous Aunt looking so hot before in his life, and he felt like he was about to cum right then and there as she walked slowly over to him in that sexy hip-swaying way of hers.

John was kissing and fondling Janet’s naked body right there in the open front doorway, roughly forcing her back up against the wall and ramming his right hand in between her legs to feel up her dripping wet pussy mound. Roger stood up when Sharon entered the kitchen and moved over to give his younger sister a light, fleeting kiss on her mouth, then moved into the lounge room to join in on the action between his brother and his wife.

Craig could hardly believe any of this was real. He felt as though he was in a surreal world, so tangible and yet so utterly unreal at the same time. His Aunt Sharon stood over her nephew, smiled tenderly down on the birthday boy, then without a word leaned down to kiss him intimately on his mouth. Craig slowly worked up the courage to slide his tongue into his incredibly luscious Aunt’s open mouth, which she then proceeded to suck strongly on with unimaginable strength. She pulled back first from the passionate lip-lock, then reached down and took hold of Craig’s right hand, slowly guiding it up to her firm, pliable left breast. He gently cupped his Aunt’s soft, fat titty, squeezing and fondling the boob through the thin material of her silk blouse until Sharon started moaning and arching her back slightly with pleasure. Craig tweaked and pulled on her hardening nipple through the red blouse til she let out an orgasmic grasp and had a slight climax from his earnest ministrations. He felt so good knowing that he was causing his hot, randy Aunt Sharon such pleasure, but wanted so much more.

“You have a natural knack for this, don’t you Craig?” Sharon cooed with an appreciative smile, kissing her nephew again, this time only fleetingly, on the lips. “You’ve probably fucked your Mom’s tight, wet pussy by now, I imagine, but I bet you’re yet to drive your cock up a woman’s dirty little asshole. It’s the best way to get fucked, let me tell you, and I know you’ll love it! I’ll guide you through what has to be done, okay?”

Craig was nervous as hell, but he acknowledged what his Aunt had told him with a nod. He knew what anal sex was, had seen more than his fair share of Internet porn dedicated to the subject, but the prospect of actually fucking a woman up her bunghole, his Aunty no less, really rattled his nerves. He didn’t know if he could do it, didn’t know if he could make it good.

Sharon saw the fear in her nephew’s eyes, and had to suppress a devilish smile. They were always afraid the first time, worried about how they would perform or what it would feel like to fuck someone up their butt-pipe. But she loved to break in anal virgins, loved the feeling of having her butt-hole relentlessly reamed by a well-hung young stallion caught up in the intense waves of his animalistic lust. Sharon knew that her shy nephew Craig would be no different than the other boys before him in the end, and the thought his huge, throbbing cock-shaft driving in and out of her tight, puckered little anus really got her pussy all wet and sticky.




A Birthday To Remember....



“It’s okay, Craig,” she assured him with a tender smile. “Everything will be just fine, trust me.”

Craig relaxed just a little at his Aunt’s reassuring words, then let out a low moan of pleasure as Sharon wrapped her tiny little hands around his meaty prick and slowly began to stroke his dick. She wanked his throbbing schlong with tender loving care, her eyes glued to the tiny little piss-slit at the very tip of Craig’s bulbous cock-head. Pre-cum was bubbling out of the opening at the very end of his rigid dick, and Sharon quickly spread it all over his monstrous salami-stick with both hands. She squeezed and mashed together his huge, hanging ball-sacs with her left hand after a while as she still tugged off her nephew’s cock with the other, causing Craig to buck and thrash about on the seat he was sitting on in the kitchen.

As his Aunt Sharon dropped down onto her hands and knees in front of him, her face barely inches from his lap and rigid prick, Craig glanced up at the others, who were having one hell of a good time in the lounge room. He could see his Uncle John lying down on the floor in the middle of the room, completely naked, with his huge cock shoved all the way up into his Mom Janet’s cunt, right to the hilt where his balls were slamming against the underside of her butt. At the same time, Craig’s Dad Roger was fucking his wife mercilessly in her ass, giving it to her so hard that the young 18-year-old could hardly believe his Mom was enjoying it. But it was quite evident by the way Janet was screaming at the top of her lungs in ecstasy and was yelling out filthy obscenities that she was having the time of her life. She seemed to be going wild with lust as her husband and brother DP-ed her relentlessly.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Craig moaned as he felt the suctioning wet tightness of his Aunt Sharon’s mouth engulfing as much of his long, thick schlong as she possibly could, gulping back his cock-shaft until the head of his dong was pushing up against the back of her throat and there was no more room left for his schlong. He slowly face-fucked his Aunty with his huge prick, working her head back and forward on his meaty fuck-pole til his cock was slick with her saliva. Craig could’ve gone on sliding his cock in and out of Sharon’s tight, sucking mouth forever, but she wanted more from his bulging prick. She wanted his dick-rod inside her, driving into her body til she was giddy with orgasmic pleasure.

“First, you have to get your cock slick with any kind of fluid so that it’s easier to push into my tight little arse,” Aunt Sharon whispered, after slowly licking up all the pre-cum that was pouring up out of Craig’s piss-slit. “Now, I’ve gone and slobbered over your prick a bit, but you still need a bit more lubricant to make it bearable for me as you drive that huge dick-shaft of yours up my bung-hole, okay? So what you’re going to do is run the head of your cock up and down my moist, wet pussy-slit to cover your schlong with my cunt-cream. Understand?”

“Yeah, I’ve got it,” Craig croaked out, his eyes locked on his Aunt’s tits through the straining fabric of her expensive blouse. Sharon noticed the direction of her nephew’s gaze and couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. Craig was like all the other men she had met since her breasts had shot out once she hit puberty – always so fascinated by the boobies! She smiled and slowly, teasingly began to unbutton her silky red blouse, then pulled it open to show him just what had Craig had been fantasising about since he himself had hit puberty.

Sharon Madison truly had gigantic breasts, easily F-cups if not larger, her boobies sagging slightly with the effects of age and gravity, her nipples large, pointed, and dark-pink in colour. She slowly sat up in front of Craig, who was still sitting in his chair at the kitchen table, and began to unbutton the front clasp of her black leather pants. Slowly pulling the tight-fitting pants down, then the light pink G-string, Sharon then let her red blouse slide off her shoulders, finally standing before her nephew completely in the nude as he was. Craig’s eyes immediately went down to her pussy, which he saw to his immense satisfaction was completely shaven of pubic hair, as bare and smooth as the day she was born. He couldn’t wait to latch onto that tasty-looking snatch and lick out her pussy til she came all over his face, but Craig knew that it would have to wait for another time. His Aunt Sharon wanted him up her asshole, and Craig had no intention of refusing such a request.

“Come on, let’s go into the lounge room and get a little more comfortable,” Sharon suggested, leading the way into the other room, where her husband and brother were busy screwing the crap out of her sister Janet’s stretched orifices. Craig followed close behind, watching the scene of utter debauchery that was unfolding in the middle of the room. 

Roger was just pulling his massive prick out of his wife’s well-fucked, gaping asshole then quickly rushed around until his twitching cock was right in Janet’s face. Without hesitation, she gulped her husband’s dick down her throat, tasting the dirty shit from her butt-plug and loving the sheer filth of it. John kept on fucking the hell out of Craig’s Mom, giving the birthday boy a thumbs-up as Aunt Sharon took the young man’s right hand and guided him over to a nearby couch.

“Now, sit down on the couch on your back, with that big beautiful dick of yours pointing straight up into the air,” Sharon commanded her nephew breathlessly, feeling her arousal coursing through her veins. She loved the raw debauchery of incestuous sex, it turned her on like no other form of fucking could, and especially loved it when a blood relative reamed her up her tight little anus. The idea of teaching her handsome young nephew how to butt-fuck a woman’s heinie-hole almost made her cum just thinking about it.

Craig did exactly what his Aunt told him without hesitation, lying back on the leather couch with his humungous cock-shaft sticking up towards the ceiling, his foreskin naturally pulled back and the bulbous head of his veiny monster exposed to the elements. Sharon quickly moved into position over her nephew’s rigid tool, looking down into Craig’s eyes as she slowly lowered herself onto his rock-hard phallus. Taking only the very tip of his aching member into her wet, dripping nookie, Sharon gently grounded and gyrated herself on Craig’s rigid schlong, lubricating his huge dick for the anal-fuck that was to come. She reached down to diddle her clit as fast as she could, grunting and groaning with pleasure as her orgasm came tearing down upon her. 

Wrapped up in the sensations of the moment and feeling somehow cheated since he wasn’t sinking the full length of his prick into her velvety pussy, Craig took control of the situation, grabbing his Aunty by her hips and lifting her bodily up off the couch. With the head of his schlong buried in her cunt, Craig was able to sink the rest of his aching hardness right into his Aunt Sharon’s tight, squeezing vagina. He fucked her relentlessly with animalistic lust, heedless of her cries of protest or her pleading moans to stop. All that mattered was Craig’s own pleasure.

It took him a very long while to come back to his senses, but finally Craig realized what he was doing and quickly put his Aunt back down on her feet, apologizing profusely for forcibly fucking her up her cunt-hole. Sharon was very understanding, waving her nephew’s pleads for forgiveness away with a smile.

“It’s fine, I assure you, Craig. I shouldn’t have expected a man your age to remain composed lubing your cock up with my pussy-juices,” she told him. “And I have to say, you really know how to fuck a woman’s pussy, young man! You have a natural gift for it!”

“Thanks, Aunt Sharon. You’re so understanding!”

Sharon smiled and bent down to give her nephew a tender kiss on his lips, sliding her tongue into his mouth for but a fleeting moment. “That’s what I’m here for,” she cooed, then turned her back to Craig and eased her body slowly down onto his rock-hard cock. The tip of his dick slid ever so slowly into Sharon’s heinie-hole, causing her to grasp and shudder gently as Craig’s cock drove deeper and deeper up her poo-chute. Sliding inch after inch of his meaty pole into her most intimate hole, Aunt Sharon screamed at the top of her lungs and shuddered in an intense climax, the walls of her anus vibrating around Craig’s prick as her pussy erupted as she came. Sharon squirted cunt-cream all over her incestuous ass-lover’s stomach as she got rigorously fucked up her dirty little arsehole, screaming and hollering in wild, untamed lust as her orgasm slowly subsided.

Craig could feel his own release coming, as his cum-heavy balls seemed to churn and throb achingly as he held back from orgasming. His Aunt Sharon eased herself up off his huge, twitching cock and worked her way back on the couch so that she could swallow the entire length of his prick into her tight, sucking mouth. She had no hesitation in taking her nephew’s humungous pole down her throat, even though Craig had just been fucking her up her butt-hole. In fact, the thought of tasting her own skank on his twitching fuck-rod actually turned Sharon on a little.

Aunt Sharon deep-throated Craig’s schlong for everything she was worth, squeezing and kneading his bloated nut-sacs with a spare hand as she worked her head up and down on his throbbing cock-shaft. The young man couldn’t hold back for very long with his dirty, cumslut Aunt gulping back his massive prick, giving Craig the best blowjob of his life. Soon he let out a roar of pleasure and shot load after powerful load of thick, potent cum straight down his Aunt Sharon’s throat. Sharon sucked back every last drop of his semen, drinking his young seed with a filthy, ravenous relish that really got Craig off seeing. He couldn’t believe how hot and sexy it was to blast a load of thick jism right on down his Aunt Sharon’s throat, and have her gulp back every last bit of his creamy dick-sauce without any qualms or hang-ups. She was just like his Mom Janet, and every other Mitchell female – nothing but a horny slut on the inside. And that was just the way Craig liked them.



The doorbell rang for the second time at around 11:30 am. Craig was the nearest to the door, in the middle of getting one hell of a champion double-blowjob from both his luscious Aunt and voluptuous Mom as they were getting fucked doggy-style up their cunts, by Robert and John respectively. He didn’t want to answer the door, but knew that he had to drag himself away from the two horny bitches and see who it was. Craig let out a frustrated groan and wiggled himself around his cock-hungry relatives, immensely annoyed to be interrupted so close to cumming all over their gorgeous faces. But he had a feeling that there were more hot and horny members of the party still to join in on the festivities.

Looking through the peephole to see who it was on the front doorstep before unlocking the door and opening it, Craig almost creamed himself right there and then when he saw that it was his two ultra-hot cousins, Rebecca and Tanya Converse, standing there in a couple of the skimpiest, most revealing ‘nightclub’ outfits he had ever seen, on any woman. They looked the picture of lust in their matching see-thru black net-stocking blouses and tiny pink micro-skirts, a couple of sisters of sin that really got the birthday boy’s hormones racing. Although he had spent the last couple of hours fucking both his mother and his Aunt relentlessly, cumming in every one of the two sex-vixens’ orifices more times than he could count, Craig still found that the notion of getting into his hot twin cousins’ panties really turned him on. Craig quickly unlatched the door and opened it up for the two sleazy-looking broads, without the slightest regard for the fact that he was completely nude and his blood-gorged cock-shaft was slick with a combination of his Mom and Aunt’s saliva.

Becky and Tanya were his Mom Janet’s brother’s children, both identical twins who lived together just over the state line not half an hour’s drive away. They were identical twins, both with long, smooth golden-blonde hair and deep, crystal-clear blue eyes. They were both 21-years-old. Tanya had slightly larger breasts than her sister Becky, she was slightly taller, but Becky made it up with a beautiful round bubble-butt arse that Craig just love to stare at and imagine touching, squeezing and fucking every time he saw her. Becky had a tiny little birthmark just above her lip and slightly to the right of centre, another telltale way for the family to tell the two of them apart. But if someone didn’t know these slight differences between the two of them, Becky and Tanya looked exactly the same.

As he stood in the front doorway of his home wearing nothing but his wristwatch and a lecherous smile, Craig thought back to all the times when Becky and Tanya had flaunted themselves in front of him, doing everything they could while being all coy and sexy about it to give him one hell of a boner. He remembered all the times he had to run off and find a private spot to beat his aching schlong until he shot his load of jizz all over the place because of those two cockteasers. And suddenly, Craig was overwhelmed with the desire to make these two horny babes whimper and moan with lust. He wanted them to beg and plead for him to fuck them before he took them in every hole.

“Hello, ladies,” Craig said to the two gawking twins, supremely confident in himself after such an intense couple of hours, screwing two of the most randy, mature women on the planet. “Come on in and join the fun, the party’s already well on the way!”

He could tell by the expressions on the two women’s faces that they were more than a little shocked at being greeted at the door by their naked cousin, but soon they overcame their surprise and gave Craig a couple of heart-meltingly sweet smiles.

“Well then, we ought not waste any time out here then, eh, Craig? I have a feeling that big fat cock of yours would feel mighty fine up my dripping, wet pussy, don’t you think?” Tanya asked with a devilishly seductive smile, moving quickly in past her sister to wrap her arms around the birthday boy Craig’s back and kiss him tenderly on his lips, driving her tongue into his mouth as his rigid cock pressed up against her stomach through the net-stockinged shirt. She then slipped by him and made her way into the house, where John and Roger were spit-roasting Sharon while Janet was ramming a huge, bright pink plastic dildo up her soaking wet snatch.

Becky Converse was slightly less confident than her identical twin sister, more cautious and reserved. She had her head bowed down slightly, not being able to muster up enough confidence to look her cousin Craig in the eyes, but he could see quite clearly that her eyes were in fact locked on his rock-hard cock. He smiled to himself, then reached down with one hand and began to wank himself right there, out on his front doorstep where anyone might catch him. The thought of being seen while he played with himself really turned Craig on, as well as the immense feeling of power and control he had over his hot cousin Becky at that very moment, seeing as though she was completely bewitched by his achingly hard penis.

“God, Craig, I never knew your cock was so long and thick. How big are you?” Becky breathed, reaching up under her micro-skirt to play with herself as she watched her cousin tug his man-meat right in front of her.

“I’m around 9” long,” Craig boasted, feeling an intense amount of pride wash over him. He had always known his prick was larger than most other guys, but the girls he’d dated at high school for the most part freaked out once they discovered the size of his cock. Craig had only really come to realize recently how lucky he truly was, and how there were many hot, lustful women out there who would do just about anything to be with a man that was as well-hung as he was. “Mom and Aunt Sharon love it when I fuck their tight pussies and even tighter arses. They tell me that my huge balls make much more cum than the average-sized man, and I seem to be able to recover after an orgasm much quicker as well.”

Becky seemed utterly mesmerized by Craig’s humungous schlong. Tentatively, she reached out with her right hand and slowly wrapped it around the girth of the youth’s big, fat dick. Craig took his hand away and leaned back with as satisfied smile, more than content to let Becky take over where he had left off. She eased into things with a slow and steady pace, gently working her hand up and down the length of Craig’s hard-on til he was grasping and bucking his hips forward in pleasure. Beads of pre-cum began to wilt up out of his prick, out of his piss-slit, as Becky’s tempo increased. She was right in front of Craig now, but her eyes were only for his huge cock, locked right on his meaty prick as she vigorously wanked him off. Craig wanted to kiss her, wanted to fuck her right then and there with his giant baton of dick-flesh, and decided at that moment to just take what he wanted. He reached out, grabbed a fistful of Becky’s long blonde hair, and pulled her head up so that Craig could jam his tongue down his cousin’s throat. Then he bodily yanked her up off her feet, dragged Becky into the house, and kicked the door shut behind him with the heel of his right foot.

“Do you want my cock, Becky? You want to suck on my big, fat prick, feel its hardness rip into your tight, aching little pussy, stretch your puckered little butt-hole to its limits?” Craig demanded, shoving Becky forcibly down onto her knees in front of his jutting phallus. “Is this what you really need, you dirty fucking whore? It is, isn’t it? Well, you need to be a real filthy slut to get my prick into you. You need to be real dirty for me to fuck you raw. Understand?”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to get that beautiful cock in all three of my holes, Master,” Becky said demurely, keeping her eyes downcast. Craig couldn’t believe it – Becky was playing the part of a submissive, and the idea of having his very own sex slave really got Craig’s blood pumping.

“Okay then,” he said with a satisfied smile, taking a moment to survey the lounge room, which was filled with the many sounds of a wild, uninhibited incestuous orgy.

Craig watched on in utter disbelief as his father Roger pulled his large cock out of Tanya’s sucking mouth to have his Uncle John take her place, wrapping his lips around his Dad’s schlong and taking his meaty pole deep down the back of his throat. While Uncle John was gulping back Roger’s cock, Janet his sister was blowing his own dick, while she in turn was getting her pussy eaten out by Aunt Sharon, who was a skilful cunt-lapper in her own right. The sounds of their moaning and groaning as they twisted and thrashed about in the various throes of passion really had an effect on both Craig and Becky. They quickly focused their attention back onto one another – or, to be more specific, Craig focused his attention back onto Becky while she focused her attention back onto his massive cock.

“Take your slutty clothes off and suck me off like the dirty whore we both know you are,” Craig commanded, forcing Becky’s head back and physically holding her mouth open so he could spit a thick glob of phlegm down his cousin’s throat.

“Yes Master,” Becky replied once she had swallowed Craig’s spit, quickly pulling her see-thru net-stocking shirt up over her head, then unclipping her micro-skirt and pulling it off her hips, to reveal that she was wearing no panties at all and that her pubic bush was neatly trimmed into a delectable little turf of golden blonde curls just above the very end of her pussy-slit. She slowly ran two fingers of her right hand through the fleshy folds of her cunt, spreading her twat open slightly to Craig’s ravenous gaze, then gently began to play with her clit under the meaty hood that shielded her fleshy nub of pleasure. Craig could feel his balls tighten up as his next in a long, uncountable series of orgasms built up inside of him.




A Birthday To Remember....



“Quick, get all of my cock down your lovely throat, you dirty fucking slag!” Craig moaned with deepening lust as Becky wrapped her lips around the bulbous head of his meaty dick and sucked with all her might. She sure was one champion cocksucker, at least that was what Craig soon believed as Becky bobbed her head up and down on his long, thick phallus, taking almost all of his dick down her throat after just a few brief driving thrusts. She was able to relax her mouth enough to take all of his gigantic length and breadth down her throat, which both Becky and Craig had thought was not possible. Craig had never felt so much pleasure before in his life - it took all of his willpower and then some not to shoot off almost immediately after getting all of his cock down Becky’s throat.

Slowly, exhaustingly, Craig managed to muster up enough self-control to be able to work his dick-meat in and out of his young, beautiful cousin’s tight, sucking mouth, groaning with pleasure as she slurped and gulped back his thick, gooey pre-cum like a dirty little tramp. He reached down and cupped one of the hot blonde’s firm, perky nipples and flicked the hard, budding dark pink nipple with his thumb, causing Becky to grasp and shudder slightly with a mini-orgasm.

Aunt Sharon moved around and crawled on her hands and knees over to Craig and Becky, her huge, luscious milk-duds swaying from side to side as she moved on over to the young love-birds. “Hello there, Becky my sweet,” she said to her niece by way of friendly greeting, leaning over to kiss Becky on her mouth. The older, more experienced woman gently cupped the young girl’s full, luscious right tit, and squeezed her boob as she moved her head still further down til she was eye-to-nipple with Becky’s right teat. Sharon opened her mouth and took the hard, engorged piece of sensitive tit-flesh in, sucking on Becky’s right nipple and running her skilful tongue all around it until the younger woman was grasping and moaning with pleasure, arching her back as her pussy overflowed with clear, white girly-cum. Craig took his que, moving down between Becky’s legs to lick and chew at her dripping wet cunt-lips.

As Aunt Sharon alternated between chewing, licking and sucking on each one of Becky’s perky tits, Craig ate her soaking snatch out with a ravenous hunger, drinking back his cousin’s sex-sauce with a relish. He loved feel and taste of a woman’s dripping pussy, especially one that belonged to a blood relative. It was sinful, but so sinfully nice. Craig then rose up until his cock was positioned at the entrance to Becky’s moist, wet cunt, then slowly slid inch after inch of his massive fuck-rod into her hugging tightness, letting out a grasp as the walls of her cunt squeezed his dick in a pleasurable yet painful way. He eased himself into a tempo as he began to fuck his cousin Becky, drilling the 21-year-old’s tight, almost virginal pussy with his huge cock, slamming his cum-heavy ball-sacs up against her arse with every deep in-stroke. The bitch loved it, Craig could see it in her face – Becky’s beautiful, angelic young face was all scrunched up with lustful need as he fucked her pussy with his big dick.

Sharon raised her head from sucking at Becky’s pointy bazookas for a quick, tonguing kiss on her lips with Craig, then opened her mouth willingly to take a glob of his spit, swallowing his throat-gunk without a moment’s thought. She mashed her own big mammaries in Becky’s face, who licked and sucked on as much of her Aunt’s tit-flesh as she possibly could while getting fucked senseless.

Soon, Becky began to shudder intensely around Craig’s cock-shaft as she orgasmed, wildly bucking and thrashing about in ecstasy as her gooey cum poured out all over his dick and hairy nut-sacs. Craig pulled his dick out of her overflowing cunt to have his Aunt Sharon’s lips wrapped around his cock. She deep-throated his massive cock-monster with a relish, as though she was starved for a real big schlong in her mouth and wanted to give Craig a blowjob he’d never be able to forget. He let out a moan of pleasure, yanking his cock out of his Aunt’s mouth so she wouldn’t carry on sucking him off. He then presented his stretched ball-sacs for Sharon to suck into her mouth by lifting his cock up and away from the wrinkly patches of skin. She didn’t miss a beat, licking and slurping on the fleshy ball-sacs, then sucking them into her eager mouth one nut-pouch at a time.

“Rim my arsehole with that lovely tongue of yours, Aunt Sharon,” Craig said. He loved being in charge, and he seemed to realize quite quickly that once a woman saw the length and width of his cock, they seemed to be mere putty in his hands.

Aunt Sharon moved around until she was staring right at her nephew Craig’s cute little butt, then put a hand on each cheek of his firm, well-toned arse and spread his cheeks open. His tiny, puckered little poop-shoot looked small and tasty to Sharon, who was nothing much more than a cock-hungry sex-deviant and was proud of it. She dove in on the little brown A-hole, sliding her tongue ever so slowly into Craig’s most private crevice and then gently working the probing intrusion clockwise around the inner extremities of his anus.

Craig groaned quite loudly indeed with pleasure as Aunt Sharon tongue-rimmed his butt-hole, while Becky wormed her way down under him until she was at eye-level with his cock and was able to suck his hard member deep down the back of her throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ, this is too much!” Craig bellowed out as his balls tingled and his orgasm came rushing down upon him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum right now!”

Becky sucked on his cock with all her might, squeezing and fondling his large ball-sacs as Craig shot load after load of thick, creamy dick-jizz down his saucy cousin’s throat. Aunt Sharon pulled her tongue out of his arse and quickly moved around so that she could kiss Becky on her lips and take some of Craig’s love-gunk into her own mouth. Becky was only too happy to share his thick, gooey cum with her Aunt, pushing a large mouthful of his white cock-cream into Sharon’s mouth with her tongue. The two blood relatives kissed passionately as Craig moved out of the way, dropping down onto a nearby sofa with his limp, spunk-covered dick resting against the side of his right leg. He was utterly exhausted and needed a little break to recover, but was more than happy to watch the wild, uninhibited sex going on all over the room.

Craig could hardly believe his eyes as he watched his father Roger ram his thick, solid cock up his Uncle John’s arsehole while licking out cousin Tanya’s bung-hole with his tongue at the same time. Tanya, who was completely naked as well by this time, was going crazy with ecstasy as Roger licked and sucked on her little butt-plug, relishing the feel of somebody’s tongue up her most intimate orifice. Craig’s Mom Janet was getting finger-fucked up both her arse and her pussy by Uncle John, who was grunting and groaning with wild, primal lust as his rear-end was stretched to the extremities by Roger’s large fuck-rod.

Janet caught her son Craig’s eye from across the room, and gave her little boy a warm smile. She had nothing but love and affection in her eyes for her child, and suddenly Craig felt an overwhelming sense of desire for his mother he could not deny. His cock began to twitch and grow slowly as he imagined fucking his Mom again, Craig beckoned Janet over to him with a wave of his hand and his mother quickly came over to join him. With nothing but loving smiles exchanged between the two of them, Janet dropped down onto her knees in front of her son, who had scurried forward just a little bit on the sofa he was sitting on, and proceeded to give him a deep, sucking and very wet blowjob.

With Aunt Sharon and Becky going lesbian together not five feet away, and Tanya, Roger and Uncle John fucking each other in some of the strangest combinations Craig had ever seen, he was truly as close to heaven as one could get on Earth as his very own mother deep-throated his cock. He could feel he bulbous head of his thick dick slam against the back of his Mom’s throat and nearly shot off again right then, but Craig felt the overwhelming need to fuck Janet’s pussy and arsehole like the whore she was.

“Get up on my cock, you dirty fucking bitch!” Craig told his mother, pulling her up off her knees til she was standing right in front of him in all her naked splendour, breathing heavily and covered all over in sweat and grime from the last few hours’ crazed exertions. She looked wonderfully luscious, her large, slightly sloped breasts tipped with big, round delectable-looking nipples. Craig couldn’t believe how much his very own mother could turn him on, but at that very moment there was nothing else he wanted to do more than to slide his aching tool deep into her tight little twat and fuck her pussy raw.

With her eyes bulging with wild, uncontrollable lust, Janet literally leapt onto her son’s huge, club-like dick-shaft, impaling herself almost straight away to the limit on his massive cock. Craig let out a deep moan and Janet grasped out loud with pleasure as the youthful stud’s cock bottomed out, slamming against his mother’s cervix as he drove into her with everything he had. Soon he had his Mom moaning and thrashing about on his dick as Craig fucked the woman who’d given birth to him 18 years ago that very day with a vengeance, working the middle finger of his right hand up her tight little butt-hole as he drove his schlong in and out of her vice-like vagina.

“Holy fucking shit, you’re so wet and tight!” Craig groaned out as he leaned forward to kiss his Mom ravenously on her lips. “God I love fucking your hot little pussy, Momma!”


“And I love you fucking me, too, baby,” his Mom Janet cooed lovingly as her ‘little baby’ rammed his huge cock in and out of her dripping wet twat. “You’re such a good little boy, giving your Momma a good hard rogering just the way she likes it!” Janet began to grasp and groan louder and louder as her orgasm grew, grunting and bucking about wildly as she came in a torrent of screams and obscene cussing. Craig kept on pounding her tight, soaking cunt-hole, his own release far from near seeing as he had only just blown his load down Becky’s throat not that long ago.

“I want you up your tight fucking arse, Mom,” Craig whispered into his mother’s ear as he pulled her body down against his, his long, thick tool still wedged all the way up her pulsating pussy. “I want to ram my cock in and out of your little shit-pipe til you cum, then blast my jism up your fucking arse, you dirty little vixen.”

The sheer idea of what her son was saying to her made Janet have a mini-orgasm all by itself, then without further hesitation she jumped off his massive cock and moved around to the left, getting comfortable with her face pressed into the sofa’s padding and her round, meaty arse sticking out behind her. His Mom was in the perfect position to get fucked up her anus, and Craig was sure ready to give her what she craved.

He eased his long, thick schlong deep into his mother’s tight little arsehole and slowly worked is dick in and out of her butt-hole, then pulled his prick completely out of her stretched shit-hole and spat a large glob of saliva onto the tip of his upturned hardness. Craig loved the feeling of his prick sliding in and out of his Mom’s ultra-tight little shitter. Suddenly, a very naughty idea came to the young man and he knew that his Mom would go nuts with pleasure if he did it. Craig quickly dropped down onto his knees behind his sexy mother and stuck his tongue as deep into Janet’s well-fucked butt-hole as he possibly could, then rimmed out her chocolate starfish for all he was worth. Tasting his Momma’s lovely arse-spunk and eating out her most private hole with a relish was a real big turn-on for Craig, and he knew that he was going to cum pretty darn quickly once he finished sucking at her bunghole and rammed his cock right up her arse again.

After quite a long while licking and slurping at his mother’s tasty anal passage, Craig drove his long cock-shaft back up Janet’s rear-hole and fucked the absolute crap out of her. He was determined to make sure she couldn’t sit down for a week, wanting to use and abuse his bitch whore of a Mom and make her cum so many times she would loose count. His balls slapped hard up against Janet’s butt-cheeks as he screwed his mother anal-style, pulling on her long strawberry-blonde hair and spanking her across her fat arse-cheeks so she cried out loud in pleasure-pain. The combination of both emotions drove Janet wild as Craig’s massive fuck-rod reamed her senseless, causing tears to pour out of her eyes. She trembled with lust and came for a good two minutes straight, squeezing her son’s prick inside her arsehole with her anal channel and causing him to cum deep into the bowels of her anus. Craig had given his Mom the biggest orgasm of her life with his humungous schlong fucking her tight little anal passage, and Janet cried with happiness afterwards, holding her son tightly to her bosoms and rocking back and forward as she was overcome with emotion.

“My God, I’ve never felt so good before in all my life, my darling boy,” Janet breathed as she held her son tenderly against her naked body, savouring the feel of his mouth sucking lightly on her erect left nipple. “I love you so very much, my lovely child, more than you can ever know or understand. You complete me, Craig, and although you may drift away from me and find a woman of your own to love, you will always find that your Mom and Dad will be here, to love you and protect you whenever you need us in your life.”

“I know, Mom, and for that I love you both so much,” Craig replied, looking up into his mother’s face and finding himself close to tears when he saw the look of tender understanding written all over the beautiful woman’s face. “This day will always be with me, Mom, and I will always love you so very much.”

With that, Craig’s mother Janet smiled and slowly disentangled herself from her son’s arms, heading off to join Aunt Sharon and Becky, who were being joined by Uncle John and Roger his Dad. Craig sat on the sofa for a moment and reflected upon the day, remembering all that had happened and how he had changed since he’d gotten up out of bed. He had learned a lot, Craig knew, and had come to gain more confidence and skilfulness when it came to dealing with the opposite sex. Craig had seen his Dad and Uncle John suck and fuck each other throughout the day, and realized almost straight away that he wasn’t interested in any of that. No, Craig wanted to fuck the ladies, and he had to admit that he was probably hooked on incest now after getting such fine screwing from such a lovely group of cumsluts.

Before he knew it, Craig’s eyelids had closed over and he was sound asleep.



Craig dreamed he was getting his cock sucked real nice and deep by one of the hottest teachers at high school, a sexy minx named Ms Palmer. Ms Palmer was in her late-20s, with long, billowing bright red hair and deep emerald-green eyes. She was one hot-looking piece of arse, definitely very fuckable, and Craig had lusted after her since he first saw her a couple of years ago when she filled in for his English teacher. In his dream, Craig was getting sucked off by a real pro, as Ms Palmer was able to take all of his 9” monster down her throat, playing with his big, cum-heavy balls at the same time. She used a lot of saliva to slurp and gulp back his long, thick fuck-rod, with was a real turn-on for Craig to see. She was really getting him off like no other blowie had for quite a while.

Soon, he was moaning and bucking his hips to force more and more of his massive prick down Ms Palmer’s throat, and the stunningly sexy vision of feminine wiles was humming with his dick-shaft jammed all the way into her sucking mouth. It felt real wild and wonderful – Craig let out a long groan as his balls erupted and his potent man-seed poured out of his twitching, throbbing prick, flooding the dream-girl’s mouth with his cum and shooting wad after wad of semen down her throat.

And then he woke up. Slowly coming out of his dream and into the real world, Craig began to realize that the part about getting his dick sucked off was in fact no dream at all, but was in fact a pleasant reality. The part about Ms Palmer was not true, but his cousin Tanya was licking and sucking on his limp manhood with a vengeance.

She smiled when she saw that Craig was awake and looking down on her with a grin plastered across his face, then returned to her work, making sure that every last bit of his cum was licked up off his hairy groin. “Oh, that’s real nice,” he said with a laugh. “This is a real nice way to wake up, I’ve gotta say.”

“You like, Craig? Well, I’ve always liked a big cock in my mouth, but what gets me off even more is having a huge dick fucking my pussy or my arsehole. Do you think you can do that for me, Craig baby?” Tanya asked, giving her cousin a sexy little smile as she got to her feet and began to play with her neatly trimmed little pussy right in front of him.

Craig watched on in complete rapture as his sluttish cousin pulled the outer lips of her little pink pussy open to expose her delicious-looking inner hole to his ravenous gaze, wanking his cock off with his right hand as she slid the forefinger of her right hand into her cunt right in front of him. “Jesus Christ!” Craig grunted as Tanya worked another finger into her cunt, working her cum-slick digits in and out of her pussy with a look of pure burning lust in her eyes. She wanted his cock inside her dripping snatch - Craig could see the lust burning in her eyes. He smiled, beckoning her over with a wave of his hand. Tanya reached down with both hands and positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of her soaking wet pussy. Then she slowly sank down onto her cousin Craig’s dick, taking inch after inch of the stud’s cock into her tight little cunt as she impaled herself upon his giant fuck-rod. 

Working herself up and down on Craig’s throbbing tool, Tanya began to grasp and groan with pleasure as she climaxed again and again on his swelling hardness. She was soon straining in lust as her body was wracked with a huge, climactic orgasm, and Craig’s cock and balls were flooded with her pussy-juices, then Tanya fell with a long, exhausted sigh onto his broad, muscular chest.

“Get off me, Tanya baby,” Craig said with a smile. “I want to lick your juicy little pussy while you suck my cock, you fucking dirty bitch. Give me a good ole’ 69er, you slut!”

Tanya smiled and quickly moved around so that her pussy and arse was in Craig’s face. She grasped and shuddered slightly with pleasure as she felt her cousin’s probing tongue lick and slurp at her dripping wet pussy, scooping up her sweet-tasting girly-cum with ravenous hunger. She quickly drove her mid-section back against Craig’s face, grasping and trembling with pleasure as she came all over his face. Tanya then took the head of his throbbing, blood-gorged cock into her mouth and began to suck on the bulbous knob with all her might. She lightly ran her tongue around the sensitive head of his prick, slurping up Craig’s pre-cum with a deep, lusting need that spilled out of her cunt and right into his mouth. When Tanya gulped the entire length of his cock down her throat and sucked his fuck-rod for all she was worth, Craig found her budding little clit with her tongue and then sucked on its hardness til she orgasmed for the second time on his face. He drank back her sweet cunt-cream without hesitation, driving his cock in turn deep down Tanya’s throat til she was gagging on his dick-meat.

“Jesus fucking Christ, I need to fuck your tight little arsehole.” Craig pulled his dick right out of his cousin Tanya’s mouth and then wiggled his way around until his thick schlong was pressing hard against the outer ring of her tight little anus. He eased himself slowly into Tanya’s ultra-tight little butt-hole, then began to fuck her arsehole with his big fat dick-rod until she began to cum with a flourish, squirting her pussy-sauce out of her cunt as her climax rocked through her body.




A Birthday To Remember....



Craig reamed her tight butt with a relentless lustfulness that he found very hard to satisfy, his bulging, cum-heavy scrotum sacs slamming against her firm arse-cheeks as he fucked her with all his might. Suddenly, he let out one large groan and exploded deep inside the depths of her bowels, flooding her most private opening with his thick cum. Tanya let out one huge scream and orgasmed yet again as Craig shot the last wad of cum deep into her butt-hole, his cock throbbing and twitching as he slowly came back down from his sexual peak.

“Oh fuck, that was so good!” Tanya groaned with pleasure, hugging Craig tightly against her as his cum slowly dripped out of the young slut’s well-pounded arsehole. “I love the feel of your big fat prick as you fuck me senseless.”

Craig smiled to himself then looked around the lounge room and suddenly realized that the room was completely empty, bar the two of them. He looked down at Tanya, perplexed. “Where is everyone?” he asked his cousin, mildly curious as he slowly stroked Tanya’s long, silky blonde hair. 

“It’s 7 pm already, sleepy-head! Everybody is in your parents’ bedroom, having a bit of an orgy. Your Mom thought you needed a good sleep, but I just couldn’t help coming out here and sucking on that big, beautiful cock of yours,” Tanya explained, giving Craig a light peck on the cheek and squeezing his dick with her tiny right hand.

Craig smiled to himself and closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment to bask in the afterglow of the sex with Tanya. He couldn’t have imagined his 18th birthday being any better than what had actually happened – the wild incestuous fucking, the lessons in sex his beautiful, horny relatives had been more than happy to teach him. But it was the bond that he felt developing between himself and his Mom Janet that really made Craig excited. He had always loved his mother and had been prepared to make any sacrifice willingly to be a diligent son. That love and affection had risen to a whole new level once they had consummated their love earlier in the day, then had deepened again when they had fucked for the second time, and so on and so on. He knew that his relationship with his parents had changed forever, as had his relationship with the other relatives involved in his birthday orgy, but Craig felt most of his excitement about the fact that he had make love with his sexy Mom Janet.

There was so much emotion between the two of them that Craig felt it was only natural for him and his mother to become regular lovers, and he was sure that his Dad Roger would be more than happy with any arrangement he wanted. Janet was so much more to Craig than a good lay, which was basically all he was getting with the other three relatives he had managed to screw throughout the day. He truly loved her as a mother, a lover, and a confidant.

Whatever happened between Craig and the other members of this incestuous fuck-group, he knew that things would turn out fine in the end and he would get everything he needed out of the situation. He knew that nothing could ever be the same again, now that he had finally lost his virginity and had managed to fuck some of the hottest babes in his family. Craig felt himself slowly getting hard again, and grinned with pride. He sure was recovering quite fast now after each orgasm, that was obvious. Craig was a smart young man, though, and knew that he should seize this opportunity with both hands before it slipped through his fingers, never to present itself to him again. Craig was gonna have some fun with as much forbidden pussy and arse as he could lay his hands on, then afterwards he planned to take his Mom Janet as his regular lover.

The idea sure was titillating, and Craig was in the mood to celebrate. Though she was asleep, Craig didn’t think Tanya would mind it if he woke her up, especially if he woke her by sliding his dick into her soaking wet cunt and fucked her brains out. Oh, he really loved his 18th birthday! Craig couldn’t have remembered a day that had been better than this one in all his life. He felt very thankful indeed to be tutored in the ways of sex by such a loving, caring collection of people…. they just so happened to be his relatives.



Author’s Note: Please feel free to write comments about the story, positive or negative I appreciate all feedback. This was meant to be a stand-alone story so I wasn’t planning to write a sequel, but I can if there’s demand for one. I appreciate the support. Thank you for reading my story.

TheCaptain



A Birthday to Remember



Author's Note: This is a story that involves an extraordinary true-to-life woman and an extraordinary make-believe after-dinner birthday party. It's a truth and fiction tale. It's about a very special woman who receives a very special outpouring of love and lust – some of which actually happened to this real lady and some of which is a figment of my imagination.  



This woman's name is Lizabeth and she's beautiful, interesting, and a joy to be around. This month she reaches her 60th year, yet many women much younger than her would "die for" her shapely figure and firmness of skin. Casual acquaintances believe she's in her late forties. Lizabeth appears younger because of her "fountain of youth" genes that she inherited; a commitment to a moderate regimen of regular diet and exercise, and inner qualities that radiate a zest for life. Her honesty and ready sense of humor add to her youthfulness and help make her altogether a fascinating woman. I've adored this single woman for twenty plus years, despite the fact that I'm married – though living separately. In fact, she's the love of my life – we have so much in common. 

Within the context of this blended biographical and fairy-tale story, there are events and activities that Lizabeth is involved in that may be unacceptable for many. But her lesbian life and my sexual fantasies aren't shared to obtain acceptance from such people. These things I've written are to primarily help us remember some of the highlights of our life together that were so enjoyable – and to let her know how I want to further develop our sex life.

She and I have long believed placing restrictions on the where and how of lovemaking is wrong when people are fully committed to each other. Love is only partially fulfilled if a body and mind capable of giving aren't freely shared. After all, they bring forth the most intimate of human experiences. The challenge before Lizabeth was whether or not she would receive the fullness of the gift by giving herself in pleasure to more than one loved person at a time. 

Chapter One

I met this lovely, supportive, and intelligent lady when she was 30 years old. I introduced myself to her at a business function just after we'd been promoted to senior level management positions. Before coming to the company she had been an actress a banker of sorts, and president of a political affairs association. From that point on, we became friends. And then despite my marriage and her romantic involvement with another person we found ourselves sexually attracted to each other. 

My estranged marital situation is a subject for another time but her relationship is germane to this story. The truth is that her involvement was with a woman - a much older woman – and I didn't know about Lizabeth in that way for perhaps 10 years. As improbable as this appears it was plausible. We couldn't see each other all that much socially, and seldom, if ever, on weekends. My job kept me busy many nights and I visited my children Saturday and Sunday. She created "Dan," a fictitious boyfriend who stayed with her in Manhattan twice a week and with whom she visited on weekends north of the city in Westchester County. Our get-togethers were at office after-hours and during free times at out-of-town company meetings. 

Anyway, back when she was in her early twenties, Lizabeth, a lesbian for about six years; fell in love with a strong, formerly married woman. Her name is Janice, and she was a successful designer of clothing accessories. Lizabeth told me, soon after I learned about their relationship, that if Janice had been a man she would have married her. 

Prior to the time Lizabeth fell under the spell of girls and especially Janice, she flirted sexually, to a point, with boys in high school. She continued doing so off and on during her first college year, even though she was very fearful of getting pregnant. Part of the reason for this phobia was that her mother used to say, "Don't let them touch you down there, you'll get pregnant." However, a smitten boy back home during one of her college breaks got her excited and she threw caution to the winds. He went as far as inserting a piece of his manhood into her femaleness. But he withdrew it because he wanted to wait until they were married (which didn't happen). That was as close as she got to consummated sex with men until she met me. In their place, she decided that girls were the best way to gratify her pressing sexual desires. Apparently, masturbation wasn't the answer back then, and so as she started college she began to desire the sexual attention of females. 

The come-on of Sandy, a girl student a couple of years older than Lizabeth, triggered her very first full-fledged orgasm. When it happened it totally thrilled her. She was attending Wellesley College in Massachusetts. Their fling led to other lesbian sex for Lizabeth with several different college girls she met as a summer camp counselor in Maine. Right after college, she met Lenore, an older woman, while on vacation with her current lover. Sparks flew and they carried on an affair with each other from one of the Caribbean islands. 

Lizabeth told me that she loved the orgasms she experienced from the passion and the touches of women's lips, tongues, and fingers. Interestingly, she really didn't like to return the favor, although, of course, she did – she felt obligated. For Lizabeth, cunnilingus on others was seldom fulfilling, finding it distasteful at times. But she did so in response to what they gave her, particularly when they focused their passion on the gap and its surrounding folds located between her legs. 

At the time she met Janice, a bi-sexual, she had recently moved to New York City from Michigan. Now a graduate who found acting in college a delight, she began looking for stage and television work. She was in a deteriorating relationship with Peggy, a woman she met during her schooldays. Janice lived weekdays in the same Manhattan apartment building and on the same floor as they did. Lizabeth found her attractive and said yes when Janice invited her to spend the evening in her apartment. Janice told her to change into something more comfortable and Lizabeth returned in her pajamas. They had sex that night, and the way Janice handled the lovemaking and herself hooked Lizabeth. She decided soon after that this was the love partner for her. 

Their somewhat unique lifetime partnership began after Lizabeth broke up with Peggy and moved alone to a rented apartment. Janice and she didn't live together, except for two nights a week in Manhattan at Lizabeth's apartment and weekends in Janice's home up in Westchester County, New York. And during vacations, of course. They kept that arrangement until Janice's death. It was, in some ways, an open relationship. For years afterwards, Janice, the bi-sexual, occasionally bedded men or toyed with them; a few times with Lizabeth watching. For a brief period early in the relationship she also saw different women. Lizabeth didn't really object, apparently believing Janice's sexual needs with others didn't weaken their bond. Eventually, Janice stopped playing around with other women - until LIzabeth met me some 14 years later. She had to tell Janice about us, as you shall soon learn in this story. Though sympathetic to her attraction to a man, Janice, a well-known woman in New York City lesbian circles, disliked this turn of events. In response, she took the opportunity to again seek out sexual pleasure with other women. Again, Lizabeth accepted this.

Lizabeth was fascinated by Janice. She told me that Janice was so good at getting her aroused. Over the years, they often made love three times a day and, best of all; Janice didn't always require oral reciprocity. She only "mouthed" Janice when she asked for it or because Lizabeth was in the mood and wanted to delight her in this way. Janice's sexual technique was passionate and directing. After she brought Lizabeth to an exciting climax, Lizabeth would usually then induce Janice's sexual pleasure by fingering and stroking and kissing her erogenous zones, which included focusing on her smallish breasts. Doing these things made Janice extremely wet, to the point that her love juices literally oozed out of her. Lizabeth told me she once watched a man fondle Janice and soon saw a dark spot of wetness spreading in the crotch of her heavy woolen slacks!  

I've asked Lizabeth to be more specific and detailed in explaining what they did during sex. Because I'm curious by nature – and a man - I'd ask her to tell me, lick by lick and kiss by kiss, not only what she did with Janice but what she did with the other women she had. Lizabeth said she really can't remember many specifics. During the days with the college girls, the Caribbean lady, and Janice, she was focused primarily on her own orgasms. Everything else was almost incidental – the means to an end. So much so, she doesn't recall in detail what they or she did to each other, beyond generalities and the fact that Janice had straight black pubic hair.  

My knowledge of lesbian life tells me that women make love to each other virtually the same way men make love to women. Their passions are just as intense. All they lack is a cock and, if that bothers them, a hand dildo or strap-on can do the trick. Certainly, they use their fingers and lips similarly to arouse each other. However, women are usually more effective than men in pleasing their women partners, though I believe I'm an exception for reasons I can't fully explain. 

From what I've learned, Janice was the lead lover most often. In my imagination, I can see Lizabeth and Janice in a bedroom of the New York City apartment or country house, each undressing in preparation for sex. Knowing Janice's proclivity, I visualize her wanting, at times, to undress young Lizabeth. Janice's appetite for her body was strong; perhaps slipping off Lizabeth's bra and panties increased her cravings.

Now and then, I've wondered what was in Janice's head as she looked down on Lizabeth each time they began to make love. I suppose they would have already been fondling and kissing each other, but now here was a much younger woman in all ripeness waiting to receive Janice's hands and fingers and lips and tongue – maybe even a hand dildo. With Lizabeth eagerly awaiting her ministrations, Janice sees two breasts larger than her own, a fuller bush of pubic hair, and a small wiggly and parting crevice - all to ravish in any way she wished. I imagine she could hardly wait to take her, because she knows how responsive Lizabeth always was to her caresses. 

I'm sure Janice loved to savor Lizabeth's love spots no less than Lizabeth loved them to be savored. My imagination tells me that, on occasion, perhaps they straddled over each other's faces to intensify and gratify their sexual hunger. Or they loved in the "69" position so they could pleasure each other at the same time. Maybe they even rubbed their swelling cunts together in scissor-like fashion. All of this done as a means to add more sparkle to their love life. Whatever they did, I'm certain Lizabeth loved the sensations caused by Janice's passionate touches – and vice versa. From the little information Lizabeth has given me about the specifics of their sex acts, clearly they treasured exploring and allowing, tasting and feeling, giving and taking, knowing that their way of lovemaking came without the possibility of pregnancy. 

In my mind, I can see Janice and Lizabeth entangled in ardor; hands and lips touching the other everywhere as they brought their arousal levels up to the boiling point. I imagine Lizabeth enjoyed feeling Janice's slender and naked body, especially when she lay under her in a sensual embrace. I can also see them side by side kissing, as their hands reached around and squeezed and probed each other's cheeks and anus. I can visualize them pulling slightly away after a while to better reach each other's breasts and wet and waiting cunt. And then I picture one of them going on her back to help bring the rituals of their erotic love to a climax - rites that gave them physical and emotional joy for so many years. 

They were of kindred spirit, despite the 20 year age difference, and could practically read each other's mind. They loved to make love and they loved to do other things together. They spent parts of every winter down in Hilton Head, South Carolina in a condo they jointly purchased. Good times abounded for them as they also traveled abroad and occasionally socialized in the lesbian community at restaurants and parties. They also enjoyed staying at home, whether in Manhattan or Westchester. Lizabeth recalled that once, late in their relationship, they were sitting in Janice's country house having dinner in the dining room. Lizabeth happened to look up at Janice and saw blatant lust in her eyes. Without saying a word, both stopped eating and went into the bedroom. They threw off their clothes; got in bed naked with Lizabeth on her back and Janice at her side. After a few preliminaries, Janice moved down on her stomach to Lizabeth's growing wetness and began the finale of female arousal and orgasmic pleasure. Lizabeth's lust for Janice followed and was soon satisfied. 

After Janice died of cancer, Lizabeth's sexual interest in women ended. Our relationship probably helped change her orientation, but she also said that her attraction to females would have been over long before I met her if Janice hadn't been in her life. Despite the many years spent in the lesbian world, she always liked looking discreetly at a man's crotch to see if his "unit" (her word for male genitals) caused a bulge in his pants - she still does. Janice understood this fixation and in a way encouraged her. Once, she brought Lizabeth into a situation where they sat in a gay man's living room watching him masturbate. Another time, Janice invited her to a threesome with a straight man – Janice's gynecologist - but after Lizabeth undressed and he began to fondle her in the bed she changed her mind. Such recreational sex with a relative stranger – particularly a man - didn't really appeal to her. But taking on the role of a voyeur as Janice dealt with her men on occasion was another matter – this she enjoyed.

Lizabeth was in her early forties when she lost Janice - a time when I was struggling with our relationship, so she was alone. But despite our separation, Lizabeth wasn't willing to go looking for a man; he would somehow have to appear and make the moves. Since she hadn't been traveling in heterosexual circles it was a challenge. She told me after we got back together that she tried forgetting about me by allowing a long-time casual male friend to put her to bed. He entered her, but before he could ejaculate she stopped him. She decided while underneath him that he wasn't making it happen, and this was the whole point of the exercise.

At the time of our reunion, Lizabeth also admitted to me that "Dan" wasn't real. She said, "Since Janice's death, there's no need for this charade of mine to continue. Besides, I want to be honest with you about my past sexuality." Frankly, I wasn't totally surprised by her confession. Before we broke up, I had been watching her move around her apartment without any clothes on. I remember asking her if she did the same in front of her boyfriend "Dan." Her answer caused me to wonder. She replied, "He hates when I walk around like this." I don't think there is a healthy-minded man in this world that wouldn't enjoy looking at a pretty and naked woman going to and fro in front of him. 

I was glad that "Dan" didn't exist. Looking back, I realize her admission changed the tilt of our relationship from lust for her body and love for who she was to loving her first. Sex actually became better because love was now paramount.

Chapter Two

I'm getting ahead of the story, so we go back to when we met. Our "on agains" and "off agains," love story started in the summer of some twenty odd years ago. She agreed to have dinner with me (I lived in the city too). As we were returning to her apartment in a taxi cab, I leaned over and kissed her; her lips were like "steel." After a very pleasant evening, I was surprised at such resistance to a social kiss. Unfortunately, I caused one of her gold earrings to fall off in the cab without our knowledge. It wasn't a very auspicious beginning. 

However, despite that incident, we liked each other and began to have cocktail and dinner dates. Now goodnight kisses became more pleasant. After several months, I started prolonging them. Besides the enjoyment of lingering kisses, it gave me opportunity to feel the sides of her perfectly endowed breasts with my hands as they pressed fully against my chest. It's not an exaggeration to say that it was a marvelous feeling. Eventually, our hellos became sensual too. In fact, they became even more sensual. When she'd open her apartment door to let me in, we'd embrace. As we kissed, Lizabeth would move against my body so that both of us could feel each other's "charms." Absolutely enchanting! 

Her sweater girl looks, public modesty, underlining sexuality, and sophistication are some more of the compelling reasons why I found Lizabeth so attractive. Adding further to the mix is her love of elegance and awareness of things going on in business and politics. All of her attributes and qualities captivated me, and ratcheted up my libido to heights not known before.  

Incidentally, in the art of girl-watching I focus on women over 30 years of age. I'm primarily a breast and leg man, appreciating the look of well-proportioned breasts and nicely turned ankles of a nicely dressed lady. Since Lizabeth belongs in this category, I love to walk with her. She holds my arm and I feel the fullness of a breast as we do. It always makes me aware of her undeniable femininity. As a girl-watcher, I also check out the derriere of a woman to see if its contour is showing through her clothes. Love that too. With discretion, I frequently pat Lizabeth there, primarily because she has never routinely worn a panty girdle and I love the softness of this woman's ass. This gesture not only stimulates me; it's a sign of affection, telling Lizabeth that in this way I'm indicating she's my woman, and so I have the absolute right. 

At a company function away from New York, the friendly relationship being developed went way beyond social "petting." It happened when we were part of a group of people who gathered in the hotel bar after our meetings. We had a lot to drink, so when the party ended and it was late, I offered to escort Lizabeth to her room. She accepted, and we left with several people saying goodnight to us. In the elevator on our way, I kissed her and then eased my tongue into her mouth; she returned the compliment. 

Upon arriving, she offered me a night cap. I accepted, and we sat for a few minutes. I got up to leave, and then I couldn't help myself. She was wearing a sweater over her skirt. I lifted the sweater and unclasped her bra strap in almost one motion. Two of the loveliest breasts I ever saw came into view. They were at least a 34C size, full and round and firm, with beautiful little pink nipples in the midst of lightly tinted areolas. I kissed them and seem to remember that she moaned and I began to get hard. We went no further because I worried about staying too long. I thought it possible that some of the people from the party would be still around and see me leaving her room much later than a simple good night at the door would normally take. That's my head; sometimes it causes bumps on the road of our lovemaking. 

Why she found me attractive when she loved a woman I don't know. Of course, I didn't realize this at the time. She didn't seem bi-sexual, though I suppose it's not possible to have continuing sex with a woman and a man simultaneously and not be so defined. All I know is that she's strictly a man's girl now. In fact, I sense that Lizabeth, to some extent, regrets her lesbian past. Fortunately, she doesn't dwell on it. 




A Birthday to Remember



I can't fully explain our mutual attraction. Sure, sex plays a big part – it does to this day. But, over time, we became the best of friends. We know much of what makes each of us happy. She's familiar with my thinking and - as a sexually minded woman - with every part of my body. I know her everyday spirit very well too, and the sizes and shapes of her anatomy that go way beyond her breast, waist, and hip measurements. We like and love each other, just as husbands and wives often do. 

Despite her long ago college escapade, Lizabeth was technically a virgin when we finally "cemented" our relationship. Actually, our first very intimate sexual encounter was weeks earlier, and it was mostly oral - I "ate" her hungrily – until I decided to finger her – and I did vigorously in the heat of that moment. We were sitting on the couch in her New York City apartment hugging and touching each other. 

Taking her hand we went into the bedroom. I reached around and loosened her skirt. She stepped out and I pushed her gently down on the bed. She kicked off her shoes and I pulled off her pantyhose. Before she knew what was happening, I began to fondle what she calls her "Front." It was moist; my touches made it very wet. Spreading her legs, she invited me in, but I was unwilling. My ego at the time wouldn't allow me to have cock sex with her in the same bed that "Dan" was using. I also had another commitment, so there was no time for orgasms. 

Days later, I learned my fingering broke Lizabeth's hymen (she told me it was an interior wall cut that needed cauterizing). She asked Janice who I only knew as one of Lizabeth's friends, to take her to the hospital to stop the bleeding.  

About a month afterwards, at a company convention in the Century Plaza Hotel in Los Angeles, the magical moment did occur. She opened up her exquisite, luscious-looking mound of femininity to my manliness. She was lying nude on the bed. I'd been kissing her, starting at her face and moving downward, stopping here and there. When I licked the locus of her sexuality my own center was throbbing in its hardness. I rose up; she put a condom on me (little did I know that it was her first time) and I went into her body stiffened with desire. 

My physical feelings when taking Lizabeth in this way aren't easy to express. The closest I can come to describing this lovely time is to say that once I was at her entrance, my cock began striving to get past the folds of her labia to get inside. Sensing my need, she used her fingers to open herself a little wider and so resistance faded; wetness and warmth surrounded my maleness as I moved inward, ending up with feelings of a marvelous sensual tightness and sense of triumph. Her body felt so soft and curvaceous as I lay on top of her. Thrusting in and out as she encircled my body with her legs (at my request) made this a glorious experience. In about ten minutes it brought an eruption and I climaxed – oh did I climax! It was divine. Lizabeth told me she loved it. I couldn't have agreed more. She then asked me to move my mouth to her cunt. I did, and within 15 minutes or so, proceeded to bring her to the pinnacle of pleasure too. 

My typical orgasm, by the way, consists of a number of involuntary contractions for about 15 seconds, each bringing an extremely pleasurable sensation to the head of my cock. As I'm about to cum, I'm vaguely conscious of jolts of semen going up through the shaft from my testicles a moment before the creamy fluid begins spurting out of the slit at the top. I crave orgasms and my thoughts about them occupy my mind every day. If we're not together (that happens more often than not), and my male need becomes too strong, I'll masturbate. As I stroke myself I never fantasize about other women – only Lizabeth. Although, frankly, I have envisioned a woman making love to Lizabeth at times – many men love such a scenario. 

Contractions for Lizabeth last longer. She typically has multiple orgasms – usually two; if very excited, three, and on rare occasions a fourth. She has both internal (vaginal) and external (clitoral) orgasms depending on how she's aroused. They are explosive and her responses to them bring on noises from her that can only be described as yells and shouts of ecstasy. I know when the last orgasm ends because as I continue working her clitoris with my tongue she'll shudder, because it's now become painfully sensitive. 

Lizabeth likes me to penetrate her any way I want. Apart from fellatio, we usually do it in the traditional "missionary" and "doggie" positions. "Just go inside me," she says. But so far she's never had an orgasm when my I shoot my sperm into her. It could be because of me; at times my erections are unstable. Undoubtedly, I need to remain hard longer. But, maybe it's also because that's the way she is. I know that when she masturbates or I "go down" on her, or I use a vibrator as part of my oral lovemaking, she almost always has an "O," which is her euphemism for an orgasm. 

Despite this situation, Lizabeth says the pleasures she receives when I'm inside of her are marvelous, even though there's no ultimate pleasure. I don't mean to suggest that I'm marvelous, but rather that my cock movement naturally gratifies her. Cuming or not, cock penetration is generally wonderful, and grants feelings that neither Lizabeth nor any woman can wholly convey to their man. I know Lizabeth is happy because her body seems to melt into mine as this is going on. She can't - and doesn't - define her feelings to me because words are truly insufficient to express such basic emotions. When our naked bodies are entwined, joined as one by cock and cunt, we just cannot adequately explain what we are feeling. That we love what we're doing is beyond question. But language is limited when addressing sexual responses and desires. 

I give you a-for-instance. She says she loves feeling my arms and legs and back as I manhandle her ("they are so strong and defined"); she loves the thickness of my cock as she holds it and she loves the touch of my tongue and lips when they go to certain parts of her body. But only she knows what her nerve endings are actually saying. I can't completely appreciate her sensations nor can I fully describe mine to her. Intimacies like these can only be felt, not explained. Listen, penetrating love is like no other pleasure, especially when it's open and giving. Sex at its core is really indescribable.    

You may be interested in knowing that the unaroused size of Lizabeth's gap opening is small - only a little more than an inch long. When she's turned on, the interior is enlarged but the length of her crevice is altered, creating, in effect, an even smaller entrance because the folds of her labia swell. Though it's naturally elastic, no cock, until mine, had made it larger. Yes, in college a portion of a cock went into her one time for a moment or so – but that wouldn't do any permanent stretching. So, it was difficult for my average length, but rather thick cock, to slide in and out easily despite her wetness. For a time I had to ration the use of it. If I penetrated her too often during a particular amorous period, the attachment to the foreskin of my uncircumcised cock would get irritated. Too tight or not, our lovemaking was always heavenly. Since then, her cunt has expanded, but it's still provides the right snugness for me. 

I'm delighted to have broken her hymen. Looking back, I wish it had been my cock rather than my fingers, but that was my silly fault as I told you earlier. It's extraordinary, considering Lizabeth was 31 years old when it happened. I'm not crowing about it, but there isn't an ordinary man alive who doesn't like the idea that his woman was a virgin when he took her to intimate levels she'd never been to before. It's no catastrophe if she wasn't, but as a virgin, the sex can sometimes be sweeter, providing they'll experiment and are motivated to please the other first. 

Lizabeth is the great lover she is primarily because she really and truly loves everything about sex; with all its foreplay and orgasms. She loves to be touched by her lover and to touch in return. She's also a great lover because of what I've taught her. And I'm the lover that I am because of the freedom she's allowed me. She says she craves my cock inside her cunt and likes to sense my hunger for her body as I roam with my mouth and hands. She loves to suck my cock, lick my balls, and swallow my male fluid - or feel its warmth as it falls onto her face or breasts. There are times when we "69" each other - I love that view and her mouth on my cock at the same time. She seems to enjoy what she gets and gives that way too! So, there are virtually no inhibitions; we truly savor each other's body parts and smells. 

When we're together, these times are never less than several hours in length. If anything, it's longer today than ever before. Our lovemaking has a power that didn't exist in the early days - as good as it was for both of us back then. We satisfy our wants and needs as they arise. She's as demanding of me as I am of her; she even more so since we've come to fully trust each other. 

Our sex life isn't just limited to private moments. Once, she asked me to take her into the men's room of a bar – can you believe that? She locked the door and put my cock into her mouth – a daring lady is Lizabeth. Another time we were standing in a resort swimming pool against one of the sides. Lizabeth was facing me. Using her hands to reach under my swim shorts, she began to fondle my balls and stroke my thickening and growing shaft. I was pulling aside the bottom of her one-piece bathing suit to finger her – I soon felt her wetness, and it wasn't from the water we were in. All the while, there was a bunch of people on the other side of the pool looking at us from time to time. Their presence enhanced our lovemaking.  

We're "members" of the Mile-High Club. That's because I took her into the first class lavatory of the upstairs part of a Boeing 747 and penetrated her with my cock while flying thirty thousand feet up in the sky. We've often sat in airplane seats with a blanket over our laps – usually after Lizabeth had returned from the lavatory with her pantyhose in her purse. She'd open my fly and stroke me to wetness as I fingered her to her own wetness. 

I recall an incident when we were in Hilton Head, South Carolina. One late night we went out from her ocean-front condo to the beach. We took off our swim suits right below hundreds of windows of surrounding high-rises. Lizabeth lay back nude on a lounge chair and said, "Stick that thing inside me." I tried, but I was too nervous about being seen, so it didn't happen. Though we couldn't help but do a lot of fondling; we adore each other's nakedness. 

I also remember a warm evening in Westchester when we were out on the back lawn of her home (bequeathed to her by Janice, by the way). I decided to "whizzle," even though it was possible for her neighbors to see me. When I had taken my cock out I asked Lizabeth to hold it for me. She said later that she loved trying to direct my stream. Certainly it brought us a different kind of intimacy. She's done this a number of times since then, but always with difficulty. For some reason she's anxious about doing it right and, as a consequence, doesn't quite have the feel of it. So the stream can go – and has gone - to all sorts of unexpected places.  

Often we'll go to dinner when Lizabeth is braless, wearing underneath her clothing only pantyhose or stockings that hold themselves in place. There have been a few times when she wears a garter belt. For me, this "retro" underwear dressing is racy looking. Once in a while I like to see her in one, though I'm not really a fan of such lingerie – particular kinky stuff. However, I do like lacy bras and panties when she has to wear them. As always, Lizabeth is ready and willing to meet such wants.  

When we go out, Lizabeth's blouses and dress tops are usually open to show her pretty cleavage – she has such a lovely chest. Her tasteful clothing is stylish, tailored, and highlighted by the exposure of the upper insides of her breasts below the neckline and nicely shaped legs in sheer stockings below the hem. I love the look. Heads turn when we walk in or out of posh restaurants. Little do they know that at dinner I'm planning to make – or have made - some risky sexual moves - especially when she isn't wearing pantyhose. With the tablecloth hiding us, I turn at some point (or two) and surreptitiously play with her cunt or reach into her blouse or dress to briefly caress her breasts. There's nothing like female wetness and softness to enhance a meal! At the same time she'll do similarly nice things to me.  

I've told her more than once that she has a male mind in a female body. Somehow she instinctively knows what arouses me. For example, if in our lovemaking I'm struggling to get an erection, because of too much drink or too much medicine, she'll stop us and get on her knees crossways to the bed by the edge. She'll present her behind to me as I stand watching, and then reach between her legs to finger her cunt with one or two fingers, the purpose of which is to stimulate me as I attempt to get hard by stroking. It's impossible not to react. She's showing me the inside wetness of her cunt (I sometimes call it my "flower"), and her pretty puckered anus (my "star"). Frankly, I often bury my face in them eagerly. 

Looking at Lizabeth so exposed delights my male senses; my sex urges awaken every time. From the way she described her lesbian experiences, I'm pretty certain that those women never viewed Lizabeth's body from my angle. Before my lustful and appreciative eyes she'll also separate her ass for me. In between, there's that round pristine "star;" a few silken hairs growing around it and a tiny light-colored node off to one lower side. Just a couple of inches below (from my vantage point) are those "flower petals" that edge her perpendicular crevice centered in an oval-shaped mound – her vulva. It's bordered by thick pubic curly hair (most, an inch long when pulled straight) that extends to the bottom of her behind and onto the beginning of her inner thighs. 

In some social groups "presenting your ass to your man" is considered unladylike. Nonsense! For us virtually everything goes. Lizabeth's body and my body are there for each of us to have. My body is essentially hers as is her body mine. Sex rights should be freely given. It makes sex especially thrilling and satisfying.  

To give you a further idea of her exceptional understanding of what excites men and drives her own desires, there was an episode in a Portland, Oregon hotel that you should know about. We were making love in bed one morning when she told me to roll over and get on my elbows and knees facing her. As I did, my face turned to the wall and I realized there was a mirror in which I could see what was going on. Watching, I saw Lizabeth get below me on her own knees. Unaware that I could see her, she spread my cheeks with her face disappearing between them as she did her delicate work on my anus. Her tonguing was exquisite. It was very sexy, especially as the mirror showed her breasts hanging straight down and swaying in concert with her passionate movements. That capped off an exciting first-time experience for me! Lizabeth said that although she did it to please me, she loves licking and kissing my body parts for her own pleasure too.

In thinking about other special moments, there was the time when she accompanied me on a short business trip. After a night of lovemaking, I prepared to go to work. She stayed in bed nude watching me put on a business suit. When I leaned over to kiss her good-bye until I returned for lunch, she got up and sat down at the bottom of the bed. Nicely, but firmly, she said she wanted me to get on my knees and pleasure her "flower" before I left. Sensing her need, I did – fully clothed, despite my tie getting in the way. 

When the time is appropriate and private, I like Lizabeth walking around naked. As she focuses on doing mundane things, I love to see her pubic hair and watch her breasts sway a little when she bends over quickly, moves one way or another hurriedly, and when she swiftly reaches above her head for something. I enjoy looking at her as she walks or leans over away from me because I see her cute behind with the two dimples located at the top center of her cheeks. 

Another treat is when we are almost ready to go out for dinner and I watch her put on jewelry in front of a mirror. At this point, Lizabeth is wearing only stockings or panty hose and her dress shoes. Her naked breasts look beautiful and desirable. Most times, I'll stop what I'm doing and gaze at her with a sense of pride. 

More intimately, she'll suggest I watch when she pumps hormone cream into her "flower" to help keep the inside lubricated for us (sometimes she'll want me to do it); when she douches (occasionally, I help her), or when she whizzles in the bathroom - each time in front of me. Recently she told me to check her "star" to see if something was amiss. Earlier that day, she had wondered if there was another node or tiny piece of loose skin there. She pulled down her shorts and panties, and then turned her back to me and bent over. I sat on a couch and spread her cheeks to investigate. I looked very carefully but nothing unusual was found, fortunately. 

Now, these are intimacies that enrich my life with her! I'm stimulated by these private things we do as one, knowing she would never do some of them before another human being. We never hesitate to discuss even the smallest of private problems or challenges. Beyond any doubt, we're sensitive to each other's desires and needs. Our motivation is to please and help. 

In the early days, as we were getting to know each other better, we'd occasionally lie down in opposite ways with our heads level with each other's genitals. As she examined me, I'd examine her. She'd hold my cock, pull back my foreskin and study and move its folds as they scrunched together. Then she'd shift her attention to the glans or head, looking at the ridge where it starts and the slit at the tip where it ends. More often than not, she'd kiss and lick this sex center of mine in the midst of her looking and feeling. At the same time, I'd be doing similar things to her. Lizabeth learned that the skin of my shaft feels like silk, and so she'd slide her hand up and down my shaft – liking its smoothness. Then she'd move underneath to the wrinkled scrotum, where she feels my balls. Sometimes she'd find the scrotum hanging loose or tight depending upon the surrounding temperature. It shrivels up when it's colder. Spreading my ass, she uncovered (for her) a pleasant looking furrowed opening. She recently said that when she got her first look, she decided it was a cute ass; small cheeks I have for sure, but cute? I guess beauty is in the eye of the beholder. When we completed our erotic and clinical examinations, we'd usually help each other to a climax. Since I've already provided a lot of information about her body and intend to continue as the story unfolds, there's no need for me to be any more specific here. Suffice it to say there's no part of her that I wouldn't lick or probe.  

This probably sounds to you like I'm a man who is biased, but I don't think there's another woman for me out there who can compare with the loveliness of Lizabeth. I'm aware there are more exceptional beauties in this world, but I believe this because it's not only her physical appearance that I find desirable, it's also her attitude about life - and her femininity that wants to pleasure me fully. Unreservedly, she offers me anything I want from her mind and body –well, almost anything.    

Chapter Three




A Birthday to Remember



Because of a career move, we now live almost coasts apart. So, it's not easy for us to get together as frequently as we'd like. Fortunately, Lizabeth is willing to put up with this. She says she does for one reason: she loves me like no other person. That, my friend, is priceless – and I return to her the same kind of love. We talk or e-mail most every day. But that doesn't fulfill our desire to be more intimate, especially sexually. So we improvise by masturbating; often together by telephone or the Internet. Lizabeth is a woman who truly needs to have an orgasm – and not just once in a while. In many ways, she has the same sexual need that men have; so it's more than desire. She settles down best - when I bring her to a climax by phone – more so than when she arouses herself alone. For that matter, so am I best settled when she "services" me in this way. 

As an aside, masturbation was relatively new to her. She doesn't remember pleasuring herself in high school or in college. And she never did so while with Janice. But she did begin to masturbate during our love times. I guess I taught her how great self-stroking can be when two people are together. I love watching her bring herself to an orgasm – she almost looks pregnant as she cums because her stomach raises so. She enjoys watching me climax too; it excites her to see my male fluid shoot out from the slit of the reddened head of my cock. 

Because she's alone a lot, I encourage her to masturbate. As an alternative to her fingers, I bought her two vibrators. She was familiar with them because Janice owned two or three of them – She used them on her, with other women, and for men to watch her play with herself. I reminded Lizabeth that a vibrator could give pleasure if she used it in her cunt and on her clitoris in constant motion. Since then, she's become a connoisseur in working this shaking cock-shaped mechanism. 

We call each of these 7 inch long two-speed tools of sex a "missile." She tells me that she usually lies on a couch in her home or on her bed – sometimes on a rug - when she masturbates. As for me, I'm in my bathroom and climax into the toilet bowl or in the shower. Sometimes, I'll face the vanity wall to wall mirror naked. When I do, I'll stroke my cock until I rise up in excitement and watch my semen spurt out into tissues. Once in a while I'll ejaculate in bed into a handkerchief.

Using the home telephone – or the cell phone - is great for achieving long-distance sexual pleasure. We often talk about how much we miss being together and what we'd like to be doing sexually. It helps us maintain the personal connection we need and want from each other. But we also, at least once a week, have orgasms together; sometimes more often. Maybe some day with electronic enhancements we can do these things while watching ourselves. But for now, we pre-set a time for simultaneous masturbating when I will be alone. She's somewhere in her house or apartment prepared for the call. I'm usually sitting in a chair in my home naked underneath my opened robe. Sometimes I'm out in my car in a private parking area with my pants and shorts at my knees. Long before cell phones, I "jerked-off" a few times at night in a street telephone booth while talking Lizabeth through an orgasm back east. Am I a risk taker or not?

Lizabeth is turned on a little from the anticipation of having an orgasm by phone – so am I. After we connect I tell her to take off her clothes. Her desire grows by me inventing fantasy stories intertwined with descriptive words about what I'm doing to my "privates," as she sometimes calls them. She loves to hear about the raspberry-toned head of my thickening cock, and the pre-cum that oozes out of the slit at the tip. I ask her to check herself, knowing that my talking this way is making her wetter. Throughout our conversation I'm describing what's happening to my cock, and guiding her on what to do with her body by finger or missile. About 70 percent of the time we have an orgasm at the very same time. Sometimes she's faster or slower. I can usually tell when she's ready by her shortness of breath.  

We also have taken nude photos of each other to look at during masturbation or to draw us closer together. Of course, we have the usual clothed pictures of each other too. But to help us cum alone, we look at the nude ones. She loves those of me that show my cock in various stages of thickness and hardness. I have pictures of Lizabeth showing her pretty face, lovely shoulders, magnificent breasts, enticing female tummy, and the triangle of attractive dark pubic hair. Other pictures show her in all sorts of other poses; spreading her "flower" so I see the redness of her vagina and spreading her cheeks so I can see her little "star" being stretched sideways. These photos do wonders for me and she says my photos help her too. We both agree they bring on a sex buzz when we look at them. 

One more point about our masturbation life. Though we often stroke ourselves to a climax in between phone sex and our get-togethers, the orgasms are never as heightened. In fact, sometimes we can't cum; clear evidences of our need to be connected – at least by voice; in perfection by touch. 

But sex isn't all we do. We love do all sorts of things. Lizabeth is a very good cook and likes making meals for us. We travel when we can, speak to any issue, love cocktail time and dining out, and occasionally hanging around reading or napping. I could go on about our special life, such as it is. However, we must move along with the story about her "fantasy" birthday present – well, maybe one more incident about how wonderful is our actual sex life. 

We're in San Francisco and had been out for the evening. We were driving back to the hotel on one of the min streets just after midnight and the temperature was in the seventies. She asked me to find a secluded spot and park. Not knowing specifically what she had in mind, I found a place. She asked me to get out of the car with her and we walked around to the front of it. Discarding her shoes, skirt and pantyhose, she tried to bend over the front hood. It was too high even when she stepped back into her shoes. Holding her clothing, she took me around to the back of the car still naked from her waist down. In an alley just a few yards from this main thoroughfare she bent over the trunk. Facing the street with her cheeks crack and cunt crevice exposed, she told me to enter her.  

You may ask, "Why are you revealing such intimate things about Lizabeth and yourself?" I do so for several reasons. It will be a heady experience for both of us to remember them so explicitly. As we grow older together, I want her to remember how special our relationship has been. Secondly, these revelations will help you understand why she didn't reject my unusual birthday gift. Thirdly, your own sexual instincts will likely be aroused – and that's good, especially if you act out them with your lover. Finally, the reason I can be so open is because I've been very careful about keeping our identity secret. The same approach is taken with the other people you will soon meet in the next chapter of Lizabeth's "fantasy" birthday gift.  

Chapter Four

Lizabeth "opened her gift" at a lovely house in Colorado Springs, Colorado, far from her river-edge home in Westchester County, New York and the elegant co-op apartment she owns in Manhattan. In this home were three of her gay male friends. Lesbian no longer, she enjoys, however, the company of gay men - much more than women in general. Lizabeth has some heterosexual women friends, but she enjoys gay and straight men more. We haven't tried to analyze why and won't, because, for this story, it isn't important. 

The first two men, Alan and Bill, are lovers and very successful developers from Canada. They own the house we are in. Matt, the third man, is a successful lawyer from San Diego. Lizabeth and he, along with his own love partner, James, an executive with a hotel chain (who wasn't at this party), met when they were on a vacation somewhere back around ten years before. At the time, we were again not seeing each other. But when we did get back together, I met Matt when she came out to visit me and he joined her while visiting friends. He later introduced Alan and Bill to her and then to me. It was instant friendship for Lizabeth and them. They and Matt (and James) connect frequently by phone and e-mail. I like them because they're interesting and especially attentive to Lizabeth. Furthermore, they have accepted me and our on again off-again relationship. But enough background on these men; back to the birthday "gift." 

The five of us had just returned from a wonderful dinner. We were full of fine food, wine, and having an after dinner drink in the living room before a lovely fire. About a half hour later I asked for everyone's attention. I asked the guys to go over to Lizabeth and give her a happy birthday kiss on the cheek. They did. And then I turned to her and said that if she consented she was about to receive a very special birthday present from all of us. Our purpose for the next two hours or so was to uniquely show her our love and devotion in intimate sexual ways. But the gift required her approval and trust. Lizabeth began to ask a question, but then stopped and looked at me. I saw uncertainty and reluctance in her eyes, but then she smiled slightly and nodded agreement. After all, I was her trusted lover and the others were very special and loving friends. Nevertheless, I could see that she remained a little nervous about our intentions.

I told Lizabeth she was to be blindfolded. She opened her mouth as if to object; then she came to me and I covered her eyes with a silk scarf. She looked so exquisite standing there in a chic cream-colored blouse and dark pleated skirt that showed off her physical form so nicely. Her face needs little make-up. Her closed dress shoes and jewelry, including a pearl necklace and earrings, were stunning. The shade of her panty hose was just right for her too; so was the color of her fingernail polish. I leaned over and said that she was with me and three other men who loved her. "Soon," I said, "they are going to provide pleasure in ways you've not experienced before. I hope it will expand your ideas of how to make and receive love." Then I asked in a low voice if she trusted me. She nodded her head, yes.

With that, I unbuttoned the sleeves and front of her blouse. When I removed it I turned her around toward the men. They saw beautifully molded shoulders, creamy unblemished skin on a soft-looking chest adorned by a lacy flesh-colored bra – now a 38C size. No doubt, she sensed they were staring. I unhooked the bra, unzipped the skirt, and helped her step out of it. She was now only in heels, pantyhose and a loose bra. Her boys probably knew how vulnerable she must have felt. Maybe she would have felt even more vulnerable if she'd known that the darkness of her ample pubic hair was showing through the pantyhose. However, the boys shifted their eyes when I pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulders and revealed the fullness of her breasts. Despite being gay, they knew natural beauty when they saw it, and so they told Lizabeth how lovely she looked. Lizabeth didn't verbally respond, but I noticed a little flush in her cheeks. 

Taking her hand, I brought her over to a chair. I sat down and turned her to me. My face was level with her pretty stomach. I licked her navel area with my tongue. My fingers took hold of the waist of her pantyhose and I slowly pulled down and removed them. The gay men gazed at her shapely bare back and legs. After she stepped back into her shoes, I was able to lean down and teasingly pull on her pubic hair with my teeth. Then, bending her towards me, I gently spanked her bottom several times before spreading her cheeks open. This exposed her "star," the vulva with the crevice going up and down its middle, and a nice bunch of pubic hair peeking out between her legs. She leaned closer and whispered, "Please, do you need to show so much of me?" I replied, "This is only the beginning." Turning her around the men glimpsed at what few people have ever seen. 

Lizabeth was a vision of loveliness. Her nude body curved in all the right places, giving lie to her age. Yes, her breasts were more oval and her stomach less taut from when I first met her, but she still was - and is - enticing and luscious-looking. Her hips remain small and her legs, as usual, tapered down nicely to her ankles. Her body is highlighted by the triangle of soft brown pubic hair that fully surrounds the center of her femaleness. Because there isn't too much or too little, I find the look much more attractive than if the hair was partially shaved or removed. That night, Lizabeth's hair was styled beautifully around her blindfolded eyes and face - her nudity enhanced by jewelry and high heels. It was a mature and decorated feminine form at its very strikingly best. 

As we all moved into the master bedroom, I wondered if she was wet between her legs, or at least a little moist, because of four men looking at her fetching unclad femininity.

Still blindfolded, I sat her down on the side of the bed and took off her shoes. I removed my clothes and got into bed sitting against the headboard. I reached over to her and brought her up to me and placed her between my legs, with her back leaning against my chest. I moved my legs wide apart and pressured her legs to do the same, which she did without objection. I began to caress her upper body – her neck and shoulders, her breasts, and her stomach and outer thighs as the boys looked on. 

For the first time, they saw clearly her vulva - the region that presented in all clarity the wiggly folds of her swelling labia and tiny puffed up clitoris. All of which nestled amidst the triangle of dark and slightly curly pubic hair. Despite their penchant for men, they were fascinated by her lovely naked and sexually exposed form. As they watched, I took her small nipples and rolled them carefully between my fingers, going back and forth to holding the fullness of her breasts and the pretty nipples. Lizabeth stirred in my embrace, moving her bottom closer to my cock. I could sense she was beginning to enjoy herself. 

Seeing her that way, the three men shed their clothes. I told Lizabeth what they did and it seemed to please her. One of them – because she remained blindfolded, Lizabeth will never know who - came up from the bottom of the bed on his knees and began to massage the top of Lizabeth's thighs with his hands as his tongue worked her inner thighs. She told me later that she could feel his breath on her cunt, but couldn't identify him. Soon his hands moved over to the edges of her feminine essence; his fingers moving up and down the outer folds of the labia. I felt her body tense, but she didn't stop him. Several minutes later, his middle finger started going up and down the center of her cunt. Slowly and firmly, he traced her crevice up to the top, paused to rub her clitoris, before going back down; repeating the process a number of times. He seemed to go into her crevice towards the end in his up and down fingering. She gasped every time, but lay there willingly. No doubt it felt good. 

He then reached up to tousle her pubic hair and massage her lower abdomen. After several moments he returned to her moist essence, to again stroke the labia folds of her crevice with his fingers. In minutes, she began to squirm. As I continued my own caressing I stretched my neck and saw that her movements were revealing the wetness and dark pinkness of vaginal arousal. Likely, the widening of her cunt was an indication of a growing readiness for an orgasm. Continuing to kneel, He cupped his hand slightly and began to gently rub it, bridging the swelling folds on each side of her crevice as he did. How this gay guy got the idea that this would be pleasing to a woman is beyond me. What I did know is that the combination of our efforts caused her to spread her legs even wider. I could hear the noise of her wetness as she opened. 

My cock hardened behind her back; it was "standing up" and she could hardly ignore it. I concentrated on her nipples and he continued his focus on the petals of her "flower." Suddenly, Lizabeth moved her hips so that his finger tips were right on top of her small but engorged clitoris! She inhaled quickly as he began to press and rub on it. I began to intensify my caressing. Within minutes, Lizabeth's body tensed, her stomach rose, and her hips began to sway. She cried out, "Oh yes, Oh yes" to the fondling of the most intimate parts of her body. She turned her face up to me, and as she kissed me, she exploded. Her mouth opened with a long groan of sheer raw sexual pleasure, followed by louder noises as her orgasm reached a fever pitch. When I reached down and put two of my fingers into her vagina, strongly pulling upward and outward at the same time, her moaning began again. She experienced a second orgasm. When the waves of pleasure subsided, she relaxed her body against my chest and said, "That was wonderful, sweetheart – but I am a little embarrassed about having orgasms in front of whoever you are!" 

Her "fingering man" sat back between her legs right in front of her satiated cunt. As he started to masturbate, he took one of her hands and placed it under his balls. She apparently realized what he was doing and gently squeezed and massaged them. Within three or four minutes he came, stifling his groans of ecstasy as he did. The first spurt landed on her stomach; the rest landed in her pubic hair. There was at least a spoonful of semen on her. He wiped off his wetness on her arm. And then he left the room without saying a word. Lizabeth told me later that she was aware of the warmth of his semen on her stomach and felt some in her pubic hair sliding into her cunt. Despite her slightly mixed emotions as to what was happening, she told me she liked the sensation.  

No sooner did he leave, other hands took her arms from the side of her naked body to turn her slightly towards him. He placed one of her hands on his already hardened cock. Gay or not, he had an erection because what he'd been seeing was a lustful sight. He encouraged Lizabeth to stroke him by moving her hand up and down his shaft until she did it on her own. Within two or three minutes he came. His sperm shot out and landed across both her breasts, some of it dripping down onto her upper stomach. His groans were muffled but intense. He wiped dry his cock in the palm of her hand before he silently left the room.

With no time to contemplate what just happened, the third of her gay men reached over from the other side of her naked body and placed her hands around his erection. Like the other two arousals, it is about 5 inches long. As this was happening, I moved my body again so that I could reach her open and wet cunt. I began to play with her clitoris and the crevice below. 

Incidentally, I like rubbing her clitoris – actually, I love licking it better - it's highly stimulated by a direct, but not too firm, circular touch of a finger or tongue. Caressing her there that night helped get Lizabeth very hot, so that when her gay man put his cock to her mouth she almost greedily accepted the entire head. I watched as her mouth closed over it. Moments later his body stiffened, telling me that he was going to cum. She sensed it too, because as he climaxed she was pushing his cock out of her mouth. She wasn't quick enough, and some semen went into her throat, which she instinctively swallowed. The remainder went onto her nose, lips, and chin. He, too, muffled his sounds of pleasure, and then wiped his cock dry on her left breast before moving out of the bedroom. 

It was quite a bedroom scene. My woman was drenched in semen. The evidence was on her face and breasts, her arm and hand, her stomach and abdomen, and in her pubic hair. 




A Birthday to Remember



When it was over, I quickly pushed her into a sitting position and removed the blindfold. She saw we were alone and so threw her arms around me and said, "I'm so sorry darling that I got carried away. What I did to those cocks, whoever they belonged to; what they did to me was almost unbelievable; maybe sheer craziness. I think this is what you wanted, but I'm really shocked at some of my actions. I hope you understand it was the incredible passion of these moments that made me want to do them." She leaned down and put her mouth over my cock and began to suck it for several moments, as if to show me that I was still her one and only. When she came back up, I returned her embrace, kissed her mouth, and said that it happened just as I hoped. 

I told her that I knew she always wanted to look at and feel hardened cocks, stroking each of them to a climax. Our gift this night gave her the opportunity to hold three unfamiliar aroused ones and, though she couldn't see their cocks, she did "feel" their orgasms in that their "cum" fell upon her. I reminded her that the touches which triggered her own passions were gifts from men who normally aren't turned on by women. And that was so because of her exuding sexuality, physical beauty, and their desire to please Lizabeth. It motivated them to perform well - and now I was going to make my personal contribution. 

At that moment, I tasted something salty. I realized it came off of her lips. They were still partially covered by male spillage. Furthermore, our bodies were smeared with their sperm from our embrace. We walked into the bathroom and I turned on the shower. But she touched my arm and said, "Wait a moment, I have to whizzle." She sat down on the toilet and I knelt before her, watching her stream come out of her urethra, through her pubic hair, into the bowl. After the last drop, I wiped her dry gently with a tissue – just as I've done a number of times in the past. When I did, I noticed there was semen on the tissue too. 

We went into the shower and as we were getting ready to wash each other I told her that now I had to whizzle. She nodded, and we stepped away from the water flow. She took my cock and pointed it at her stomach. This time she wasn't anxious. When my stream started, she moved my cock around so that it splashed on her abdomen, her pubic hairs, and the upper portion of her cunt. Smiling, she shook my cock to shake off the excess, and then bent down to lick away one remaining drop on the slit. 

We soaped our bodies from our faces on downward, washing away the sexual residue of the three gay men from our bodies. We always love to create lots of suds when we shower together. Usually, she thoroughly soaps my anal area, my ball sac, and my cock, including pulling back the foreskin to clean its head. With the same care, I soap her breasts and love spots. Most always, I take the side of my soapy hand and slide it up and down the crevice between the folds, and then I push soap suds into her opening and wash her lips and clitoris and the entrance with my hands. When that's all done, I make sure my index finger is soapy so I can easily insert a small part of it into her "star," which is another thing I like to do. 

My cleansing "duties" concluded this part of the fantasy night by douching Lizabeth with a vaginal syringe (to help, she raised one leg and spread her "flower' lips) and also by giving her a "junior" enema. I filled an ear syringe with warm water and inserted the length of the small nozzle into Lizabeth's "star' to flush her out as she bent over with spread cheeks. I refilled the syringe several times until I was satisfied. When I'd finished, she took the small syringe and did the same thing to me. It was all done in the name of cleanliness – so we said to each other with a loving smile. 

Both of us were squeaky clean when we went to bed. She went right on her back with each breast falling slightly to the sides of her body. She stretched her legs wide apart; her opened crevice and fluffy pubic hair at the apex. She looked so inviting; it made my cock ache with desire. I raised her legs and pushed them back over her body so that she was "U-shaped." Holding her that way, I licked and kissed the space between her sweet-smelling front and back love openings. I feathered them too, and found those areas so nice and fresh and scrumptious. 

As I said earlier, Lizabeth's "star" has a couple of short and silken strands of hair growing around it. Thinking about those strands reminds me that probably only one of her doctors knows about them. Likely, I'm more familiar with her anatomy than even him. It reminds me that a man is fortunate if his woman is physically attractive and sexually free – and Lizabeth is such a woman. She's lovely to look at all over. There isn't a millimeter of her skin that doesn't excite me or that I don't want to touch or kiss. But, I'm meandering; back to the birthday present "gift." 

My thumb entered her "flower" and I discovered she was sopping wet. Slipping into her snugness with my cock, I began to push in normally, but pull out slowly. Her hips rose with every withdrawal – as if she was afraid of losing me. My desire was to please her so, even more than she had already experienced this night. 

As I descended into her, I felt her pubic hair on my groin, my cock entering a silken warm wrap; and her breasts moving side to side against my chest in tempo with my thrusting rhythm. Lizabeth had the look of a woman being sexually fulfilled as she lay under me. Such a look is hard to depict. The closest description is of a body that is receiving a man without reservation. And of a face that radiates surrender and gratification; a uniquely joyful look that only comes from a man's cock moving in and out of an awakened and accepting body. Eyes are distant looking; the mouth slightly open. I would describe her face as entranced – contented -and looking as if she was in the middle of being fundamentally satisfied; which she was. That's as near as I can get to describe how Lizabeth looked that magnificent night. Frankly, that's how she always looks when my cock is in her delicate cunt.

Within minutes I felt her stomach rise and hips move to and fro. I heard her voice calling out louder and louder, "Oh yes, oh yes." And then it happened! For the first time, we climaxed together! I was in paradise, so I kept thrusting. She raised her legs into the air and spread them wide. Soon other loud cries came from her throat, as the second orgasm flooded her mind and body. Her body began to relax, but my thrusting continued. She came again. A final and equally intense one came to the surface, her joy seemed so high. When she subsided, she hugged me tightly and purred, "I love you," several times. I echoed her words. It was a magnificent time! 

I eased out of Lizabeth and got off the bed knowing that her cunt was filled with my creamy love fluid. But now my cock was softening. Watching me come down, she probably thought, splayed out as she was upon the bed, that this was the end of a very different and unforgettable sex experience. What she didn't realize was that opening her fantasy birthday "gift" was far from over. Cocks were to be the focus during the next phase of the "unwrapping" - more erections, more arousals and more orgasms still to come. Unknown to her was that after this ended, there were still other new and different sexual and sensual experiences awaiting her. 

For sure, her birthday party was far from over!

Chapter Five

We got out of bed and put on the two bathrobes left in the bedroom beforehand for our use. We went back into an empty living room and sat down. Almost immediately Alan, along with Bill and Matt, came out naked and stood in front of Lizabeth. Smiling, he said: "We've learned that you enjoy looking at a man's cock, especially an aroused one. We also understand that you love to touch erections, providing it doesn't lead to anything further. So, each of us presents our circumcised cocks to you, au natural, so to speak, to pleasure in any way you'd like." 

Lizabeth's eyes gazed upon her favorite male objects. The unaroused cocks were soft and limp, hanging down on one side or another of their male sac. Mine, in case you want to know, falls to the right. Each of their cocks measured no more than two or three inches - maybe even less. Lizabeth's Janice used to say regarding some men's soft cocks, "If it was any smaller, it would be a hole."  

As I said, Lizabeth is fascinated by cock. But, the first one she ever accepted in her mouth was mine. I believe it's partly because Janice convinced her that some cocks could be unclean. So, when I asked her during our earlier days to take me in her mouth and bring me to an orgasm, she hesitated. First, because of the hygiene issue and secondly, because swallowing my sperm was unfamiliar territory. But after showing her my clean cock and arousing her sufficiently, she went ahead and pleasured me – and by so doing, found she pleasured herself. Now it's a regular part of our lovemaking. She knows my cock is always the cleanest it can be and she likes the feel of her man in her mouth. In fact, when we're arranging to meet after we've been apart a while, she invariably notifies me that after our first kiss in private she's going to get on her knees, zip down my fly, reach in past my shorts, pull out my cock and balls, and then suck and fondle them. My maleness always responds to such fervent attention from her! 

Again I digress; back to the birthday "gift." After a few minutes, Alan went over to the couch and asked her to place one hand around his cock. After a moment's pause, she did, and upon fondling it a little, his organ began to grow in her hand. She stroked him a half dozen times before letting go of his rising cock. It was sort of at half-mast. 

Then Bill approached her. He'd been married long ago, so he'd been aroused looking at her. He too took her hand, but he asked if she would rub the tip of his now wet cock with her fingertips. She looked at it and then smeared the pre-cum around the head, hardening his cock a little under her touch. She stroked him until he thickened a little more and then released him.   

When it was Matt's turn, he asked if she would bring him to full erection. She began to massage his shaft with her hand. Lizabeth's up and down movements brought him to full attention; his cock curved outward and upward. She stopped then, stared at his aroused state, and then turned to the other two men, saying: "I 'did' him to this point because I've known him the longest." She looked to me to see if I had any objection to what she'd done. I had none, under these circumstances.

Afterwards, the three men stood naked side by side in front of Lizabeth and sang "Happy Birthday" to her. It was quite an unusual picture. Nude gay men singing to a straight elegant and lovely woman. Her naked body had just been completely exposed to them, and they had intimately caressed parts of her; it seemed so surreal. In fact, it was. Lizabeth had never before been in a group sex scene with four men with herself as the featured player. As they stood there, her gay friends told Lizabeth they were overwhelmed to discover a woman could bring them up to the level of their performances. To me, they simply reacted to her voluptuous body and their knowledge of her free and open sense of adventure. They asked her to stand and each man hugged her tightly. She told me later that she felt the outline of their cocks through her thin bathrobe even though they were sort of limp. I was pleased when Lizabeth thanked them for what they had done to her. 

Bill said to Lizabeth, "Alan and I decided that after what went on earlier in our bedroom, we want you to see the two of us making love. Your sensuality has turned us on. You've given us some of your intimate moments, even though you were blindfolded. Would you enjoy seeing a little part of our private sex life?" The idea seemed to interest Lizabeth. Looking at me to see my reaction, and getting nothing negative, she said she would.

They took Lizabeth back into their master bedroom. Matt stayed behind and put on a robe. We poured ourselves a drink and watched television while waiting for them to return. They came out 20 minutes or so later. We talked for a while and then said our goodnights. We went off to our separate bedrooms.

Once in our room we took another shower. Lizabeth soaped a wash cloth, told me to bend over, and then freshened up my anus as well as my cock and balls, including the space in between - followed by a rinse and drying off by a fluffy towel. I did the same to her.

We went back into the bedroom where I had earlier put a cold bottle of light dry wine on the night table. I asked her if she'd like a sip and she said yes. I took a full mouthful and kissed her on the lips. Sensing what I intended to do, she opened her mouth and accepted the wine. I pressed against her – the feeling is out of this world – as she swallowed it; we kissed softly and got in bed. 

Lying next to each other, Lizabeth revealed to me that her time with Bill and Alan was filled with wonder and surprises, to say the least. First, she observed in real time two different cocks in close-up action. She saw what she had only seen gay men do in the movies or on the Internet. But she also watched something that she didn't expect to see. She explained, "The sex I had with women was much tamer. I know "fisting" isn't uncommon among women, but I never participated. Sex got very passionate at times for me; vibrators and fingers and lips were used, but we never got as wild as what I saw them do. But I'm not objecting. On the contrary," she added, "they got me drenching wet with their sex play, much to my amazement." 

She said that as soon as they went into the bedroom they asked her to lie down on one side of the bed to watch them. They placed a large bath towel on the other side, and both got on top of it. Alan lay down on his back with Bill at his side. He began to play with Alan's cock. As it began to harden, Bill took it into his mouth. He sucked and stroked it at the same time. Quickly Alan became rock-hard. Bill stopped and got on his elbows and knees. Alan sat up and reached into the night table to take out some lavender smelling oil in a tipped plastic bottle. He inserted the tip into Bill's anus and squeezed in the oil until it began to backup and dribble out. Sticking two fingers into his anus, he began to stretch it for several minutes.  

"At this point," Lizabeth explained, "I decided to sit cross-legged at the bottom of their bed to see more clearly." She watched as Alan oiled his entire hand and, when finished, pushed his fist inch by inch into Bill's anus. To her astonishment, his canal expanded under the pressure and suddenly Alan's fist was inside up to his wrist! Bill gave a loud groan, grabbed his hardening cock and began to stroke it, humping into the towel and pillow as Alan turned his fist left and right. After three or four minutes of this, Bill came with a grunt and his semen shot onto the towel. Lizabeth said she was shocked to realize that she was fingering herself through the opening in her robe, enraptured by what was unfolding before her eyes. 

When Bill's orgasm subsided, Alan took his fist out and then re-filled Bill's anus canal with his stiff cock. Lizabeth noticed Alan's eyes were wild-eyed as he began to thrust in and out. Bill reached back and played with Alan's balls. Within a couple of minutes or so, Alan let out guttural moans as his semen went shooting into Bill. When it was over, Alan withdrew his cock and lay his body down next to his lover, who was now on his back. They kissed and toyed with each other's limp cocks for about 5 minutes. Lizabeth said to me, "I couldn't help it; I started fingering myself again as they were holding each other; suddenly I had a perfectly exquisite orgasm, in fact, two of them." 

She added, "When they finished with each other, they got up from the bed, took a quick shower and came back to the bedroom. To my surprise, they opened the top of my robe and each one put their mouth over one of my nipples and gently sucked on it two or three times. And if that wasn't enough of a surprise, they each took one of my hands and placed it on their "units" for me to feel. I couldn't believe them - or myself, because I did feel them! When I stopped, they put on their bathrobes and we all went out to you guys in the living room."    

She added, "Frankly, their circumcised cocks were just beautiful to behold. But the entire scene was beyond my wildest imagination. It can only be described as something out of this world. I was finally a sex participant in this type setting, not just an observer, as back in the days of Janice and her men. It was simply remarkable." She concluded, "This entire event has blown my mind. I never thought I could expose my body the way I did nor do what I actually did, let alone actually enjoy what happened. I wouldn't trade this night of sex for any other in the world of lovemaking. I'm glad you arranged this, but, sweetheart, I couldn't go through it again. It's a birthday present that should come only once in a lifetime for a woman like me." 

And then her femininity came to the forefront. She said, "I tried to identify who did what to me in the master bedroom earlier, but with the exception of you, I couldn't. I couldn't match the cocks I saw and touched in the living room with the cocks I felt in the bedroom." Smiling, I said, "You'll never know because they promised me they will never tell." 

Chapter Six

After Lizabeth finished sharing her experience about Alan and Bill and her overall feelings, we decided to go to sleep. For some reason, I awoke about three hours later. My mind became full of what had happened a few hours before. It was an incredible experience, but I wanted more; something new for just the two of us and equally intimate to our sex life as it had been to this time. I thought about what that could be as I fondled her sleeping body facing me. She soon awakened and, after a moment to look at me, she reached down with both hands and enclosed them around my cock and balls. As she did, I told her what I was thinking. I said, "Darling, let's strengthen our physical and emotional bonds into the tightest of knots. We've loved in different ways; why don't we add one more and tenderly penetrate that place on our bodies that is forbidden territory to so many? I want to take title to your every opening and I want you to do the same. Loving you with my finger and cock and you loving me with your fingers will satiate our private lovemaking. Since we're so squeaky clean from our showers now is a good time." 

I reminded Lizabeth that experts in this area of anal lovemaking claim it can be highly pleasurable. They say that part of the canal shares a wall with the vagina and a woman's nerve endings are right up against both sides of the wall. When rubbed by an object like a finger or cock, marvelous sensations are felt by a woman, sometimes to the point of an orgasm – and almost always for the man.

Lizabeth didn't answer, but by her silence she tacitly agreed. I'm sure she wanted to know how it would feel – as I did. Our curiosity and adventuresome personalities make us want to know. I don't know why, but men like me are drawn to use every part of their woman to make love. Lizabeth is willing, but no doubt she knew there would be some discomfort at first. That's part of the thrill of trying something sexually new. She probably remembered the time when the head of my cock was in her anus canal. We went no farther because it was new territory for both of us. At the time, we didn't know that internal sphincter muscles naturally resist probing at first – not to a single finger, but to something much thicker. We'd learned that it takes less than a minute for this muscle to stop resisting. 




A Birthday to Remember



Now knowing this, I began to make love to my woman's "back door." I pushed my thumb into her cunt and my middle finger slowly into her anus canal, holding her in a bowling ball type grip. After moving both fingers around for about a minute or so, she began to relax and her hips started to stir. Probably because she could feel as I did that the tip of my thumb and middle finger were separated only by the wall of her vagina and canal. It was so pleasurable. 

Then I put my tongue on her clitoris and began licking it. The combination caused her to begin moaning with pleasure. I could have done that all night, but I had more to do. I rose up and got between her legs, pushing them straight up in the air so I could begin the next stage. I "rimmed" her with my tongue. As usual, with the first lick she sighed in contentment.

I discovered that if I stiffened my tongue I could enter her hole ever so slightly, and so I did, caressing this love point until it was soaking wet from the saliva in my mouth. Then I asked her to get on her hands and knees. With my groin right up against her cheeks where she could feel my cock, I leaned over and rubbed her shoulders and her back slowly. She likes my amateur massage skills. Alternately, I reached underneath her to grasp her hanging breasts, sensing all of this tenderness was helping her to relax. The K-Y jelly that I'd taken with me from the shower was on the night table. Pausing, I put some of it on two fingers and began to liberally lubricate her anus and the canal, pushing them in a little deeper with every additional daub. 

That is, until she said that it was starting to hurt. I stopped, waiting for almost a minute until we felt the sphincter muscle give way, and then I pushed my fingers in all the way. Wiith a few up and down and around movements she seemed to be now sufficiently stretched for my cock. I'd used "tons" of lube; when I thought it was enough, I put in more. I stopped only when the K-Y jelly started oozing out of her. 

At this point, Lizabeth asked me to get on my back. She straddled me, saying that by being on top she could lower herself onto my cock and be in control of how far or hard or fast things went. I thought that was a great idea. It also gave me an opportunity to caress her breasts and clitoris while she was doing this. She took the K-Y jelly and smeared it generously all over my cock, pulling down my foreskin to make certain the head was lubricated too. Raising herself, she moved forward until her anus was right over my throbbing tip – happy that I could get a hard-on so soon after an orgasm. Together, we guided it into her body, taking about 10 minutes before I was as far as I could go. She had let me enter an inch or so at a time to adjust to the pressure. While waiting, I made love to her chest. Once settled in, she moved up and down slowly for another ten minutes. It was unbelievable! And I came with a vengeance – male seed shot up her canal for the very first time in her life. I had hoped that Lizabeth would have also climaxed, but it was not to be – at least not this time.

When finished, she lay down on top of me and we stayed that way for the longest time. It was beautiful. I so enjoy holding Lizabeth in my arms however we're positioned. Eventually, she raised her hips and released my cock with a smile. I noticed that some of cum oozed out of her anus as she did. She went into the bathroom, and I watched from the bed as she wiped off the jelly from between her cheeks. She came back with a wash cloth to clean my cock and prepare my anus canal. 

After we finished, Lizabeth told me to get on my elbows and knees. With her fingers she lubed my anus canal with lots of K-Y jelly in preparation for her massage of my prostate. Inserting two fingers, she stretched my opening wider than it had ever been. Like her, I was at first a little nervous. But once her rhythm began and she reached my prostate, it became pleasurable and arousing. That's mainly because the prostate produces the fluid that sends my sperm from the testicles out through the tip of my cock. Massaging it for any length of time sends signals to my brain that good things are happening sexually.  

When she first pressed against my prostate I felt a need to whizzle. That's because her fingers caused the prostate to push against my bladder. Seconds later, however, that passed and arousal began. If I hadn't just cum, it would have happened. When she withdrew her fingers, my cock ached – as in having "blue balls." Maybe it was a "frustrated" cock. That ache reminded me of what they say causes a woman's menstrual period. Doctors jokingly say that a woman's menstrual flow is nature's way of announcing the uterus is "disappointed." But, I stray from my tale of fantasy love. 

It's now 4 AM and we decide to shower again. Lizabeth washed her hands in the shower before taking the small syringe to flush out the lubricant from my anus canal. She then soaped and rinsed my cock and balls. In turn, I flushed the lubricant and my male fluid out of her canal before soaping and rinsing the rest of her female stuff."

We dried off and agreed that what we did was very erotic. We had reached total sexual intimacy. However, we decided that anal sex would be saved for those times when our lust for each other was especially strong. We hoped it could be another special and delicious way to achieve orgasms. 

Before we went back to sleep I told Lizabeth, "After breakfast the guys were going to do something away from the house. So we were going to be alone the following morning. So, around 11 AM Asian masseuses were arriving to full service us out by the pool on two tables set side by side. Let's play in the hot spa to arouse ourselves a little in preparation. We'll enjoy the pleasure of a full body massage that includes bringing us to an orgasm while we held hands. I've arranged for a gay man to do you and a lesbian to do me." She smiled and, clutching my soft cock and soft ball sac, said: "Whatever you want I will do!"  

We fell asleep "spooning" - her back against my front. As usual, she first placed my limp cock into the crack of her behind with a contented sigh. It's a position I love to take with Lizabeth. I also had my left arm across her breasts, with my hand cupping her right one. That felt even better. We both enjoy holding each other this way.

The next morning we awoke and, as usual, began to caress each other. But first she said, "Darling, in some significant ways the experience last night left me feeling decidedly adored and desired - and totally spent because I had more orgasms in one love-making session than ever before." With that said, she reached for my cock and took hold of it with her fingers just below the head where I am most sensitive to touch. She started stroking and in no time at all it began to stiffen. I played with her cunt with one hand while mingling the fingers of my other hand with the untrimmed pubic bush that surrounds her exquisite cunt, tiny clitoris that when swollen is only a quarter inch long, and her puffed up labia. 

Actually, the phrase, "played with her cunt" is really a misnomer. I'm very serious about making love to Lizabeth. I think long and hard between times about how best to arouse her. I don't think I ever do the same things twice in a row. But so as to give you an idea of what I do, here is one of the typical ways that I make love to my woman: 

I start by putting my lips to her forehead, then to her eyes, giving a kiss to her nose before lingering upon her mouth. Lizabeth loves to French kiss. I've encouraged her to be gentle when doing it. We take turns softly sucking each other's tongues in our mouth. We kiss tenderly as I caress her. I drop down to her neck and smother it with my lips before moving to her breasts. I squeeze and rub them, one at time, pulling each one towards me to suckle the nipple. They harden with my attention. Raising her breasts, I kiss and lick them underneath. Her stomach is next with my focus on her navel, swirling my tongue in and around it. 

Lizabeth responds so beautifully. I always sense in my lovemaking that as I do things to arouse her she's presenting each part of herself to be adored by me. Our partnership works so that when I provide her with touches, she provides me with visions. No woman can sexually awaken her man better than the way she awakens me. 

Finishing with her stomach, I move to her legs, licking and kissing them down to her feet, sucking a few of her toes as I do. Now on my knees and between her legs, I massage them, and then do the same to each leg until I'm at her inner thighs. I lean over and begin to kiss and lick, working myself up to where I ultimately intend to be. Gently spreading the labia with my thumbs to open wider her entrance, I'll stroke the folds and gaze longingly inside to her wetness. 

My tongue licks all around her cunt and between her front and back openings. When I reach her anus I tongue it slowly. Always, she lets out a gasp of delight at the first lick. Bringing her legs down, I slide my tongue across her crevice. Again, there is a gasp. For the next few minutes, I fondle her entire mound, including the pubic hair, some of which is dampened by my enthusiasm. 

And then it's time; foreplay ends. I move in to bring joy, delight, and ecstasy to the woman I am mad about – to say nothing about the incredible happiness that she is providing me by her body and my knowledge that she wants urgently what I am doing. 

Moving to my knees by the side of the bed, Lizabeth moves crossways across it. She drapes her legs over my shoulders. For the next 15 to 30 minutes I fondle and finger her folds, the clitoris, and her insides. My tongue works fast and slow; pressing and feathering. I put my nose right into her opening several times because I want to smell her nectar and get her juices on my face. Variety of touch and pace is what helps bring Lizabeth to her climaxes.      

When I sense she's about ready, her clitoris area becomes my major target. I steadily kiss and lick and swirl around it until I see the nipples on her breasts swell – until I see her hips twisting, legs kicking out and her stomach rising and falling. When she pushes it up to where it almost looks like a volcano and sounds start coming from deep in her throat, she erupts. There is nothing subtle about it. I continue to steadily lick her, and she cums again. It ends for her when she lays back and says, "I love you." You see, the oral fucking we do is not just lust; it's far more a manifestation of our love, and best expressed by the personal blending of our physical bodies. 

Afterwards, I enter her very wet cunt. She sighs with contentment as she moves her hips in concert with my in and out thrusts. She usually guides my cock to her entrance and then I fuck her to explosion. The experience for both of us is glorious, and incomparably fulfilling. 

The morning after the fantasy group sex scene, I was filled with all sorts of thoughts. Her birthday "gift" turned out to be what some people describe as group sex; her blindfold smacked a little of bondage and even dominance with the spanking and my holding her between my legs in bed as the boys ravished her. Neither of us has ever been involved in such activities before – at least in the way we carried them out. I decided that if we were to consider again something even remotely similar, it would be with strangers and only as observers or, at the very most, as limited participants. Equally important, it would have to be done in a nice and luxurious environment. 

For instance, both of us would like to watch close-up a nude heterosexual couple fuck to climax in some private but legitimate club. She is willing to watch with me a lesbian couple do the same thing. She'd like to be able to walk down a line of five or six young men and stiffen their cocks one at a time by her nudity and holding their cock and balls. 

Lizabeth and I talk about sexual fantasies. We're not obsessed about such things, but when we do put our imaginations into gear it helps arouse both of us. I'm more of a "fantasizer" than she is, but when learning about them, she often likes them just as much as me. I'm told that most women would be unwilling to allow fantasy to become fact. Not her; if they're realistic and potentially pleasant for at least one of us, we try to make them happen. 

Another fantasy is to watch a call girl bring Lizabeth to an orgasm. Though lesbian love no longer interests her, she's agreed let me find out how she used to respond to a woman's touch. Some day I'll arrange this rendezvous. 

Here's how it would play out: We'd be in a hotel somewhere. I would have pre-arranged the payment for a bi-sexual woman in her thirties to come to the cocktail lounge and have a get-acquainted drink. Afterwards, we'll go to our room and all three of us will undress. We'll shower; first the two of us and then the woman. Waiting for her, we'll lie down on the bed next to each other. I'll straddle her with my hands fondling her breasts. She'll hold my cock in her hands. I'll then call the girl from the bathroom; she'll spread Lizabeth's legs, and begin to caress her lower body. The position of my body will prevent Lizabeth from seeing what the woman is doing. She only feels her hands and lips and tongue as they encircle and enter her crevice and caress her inner thighs. For 15 minutes or so more she's the object of my tender touches and the object of the licks and fingering of a woman who is gentle and sensual. Adding to her pleasure is my cock that she holds in her hands; it is thick and aroused. The combination soon brings her multiple orgasms from the touches of a woman in heat for the first time in over a decade. 

There are other sexual and sensual experiences that I'd like to have with her such as watching dominance and spanking scenes. I'd like us to register at a clothing optional hotel and be discreet voyeurs; I'm curious to learn how she'll react with all those cocks hanging out. 

I don't feel this "birthday gift celebration," or these fantasies I've just listed compromise her, nor do I feel that she is any less my woman. I am jealous of anything that draws Lizabeth away from me. But, there's a side of me that wants to show her off where there is no possibility of me losing her to another man. I love her dearly and I want the men and women of this world to see what I alone have. 

Unquestionably, it's a male ego thing. I like beautiful things. I buy nice things to enjoy and for others to appreciate. My attitude extends to this woman. She hasn't been bought; she's not for sale to anyone. Besides, how can you price such a rare gem? But I gave her my heart and so I own her. The only reason I exposed her to men in this fantasy birthday gift, and allowed her to participate was because they were gay and, thus, not competition.  

Now the massages are now three hours away and I am getting anxious for the time to go by. 

Epilogue

The question you may have for me is, "Would you want Lizabeth to sexually romp with other men as she does in this fantasy story? Would you let other men touch her as they did, spewing their male fluid all about?" Emphatically no! 

Would I like her to stroke the cocks of young males she didn't know to climax? Yes, because she'd like to do this. Would I like her to be nude? Yes, provided no man touched her and she felt safe and comfortable. It would help the men to cum quickly and, I think, add to her enjoyment by this one time show of female exhibitionism. It certainly would titillate me.  

Would I want our totally naked bodies massaged, as we held hands to the point of an orgasm? Yes. I'd take great pleasure in watching her get aroused by a gay man - to see her legs stiffen and twitch, her hips wiggle, as her stomach rose in concert with her "O." I'd hope she'd feel the same way as she watched the liquid of my erect cock spurt out into space because of the working hands of a lesbian. Orgasms are wonderful! Finding new ways of generating arousal can often intensify both the arousal period and the orgasm itself. 

I leave you with this: My heart is full! I own Lizabeth - her sex, her thoughts, and her mouthwatering body. I call her cunt "my" cunt. She willingly accepts this arrangement because she knows that, in turn, she owns me. Lizabeth calls my cock "her" cock. What a sexual twosome we are! We love each other and belong together! Truly, truly, we are soul-mates; meant to be permanently bonded into one. 

Oh, in case you are wondering, my name is Jonathan.

End



A Birthday to Remember



I picked up the post from the mat, more than normal I divided them up, the brown ones could wait until later. Sitting on the stairs I started to open the others, all were birthday cards from friends and family. I always loved my birthdays but this year was different. For the past ten years I would lie in bed, cards and presents delivered to me along with breakfast, always garnished with a red rose, by my husband. This year he was not with me nor would he ever be with me to celebrate my birthday. 

I still don't understand why, I came home from work seven months ago to a letter, a letter explaining that he longer wished to be my husband and me his wife. He had met someone else he wanted a new life with her not me. I never had inkling this was going to happen, one day I go to work as normal I come home ten hours later to find the letter and all of his personal possessions gone. There was no explanation in the letter as to why. That was the last time we had direct communication between us, communication was now only through our respective solicitors.

Tears rolled down my cheeks I didn't want to be alone but I didn't want to be around others, a few friends and my sister had invited me to stay with them, I had declined. I didn't want my soon to be ex husband with me, all I wanted was the feeling within me that I had experienced over the previous ten birthdays. I opened the last card, and added it to the others placed at my side, they were all lovely some beautiful messages written inside. I did appreciate them but couldn't feel I could display them. Leaving them on the stairs I went back to bed, a thirty five year old woman alone, lonely and scared. 

There was a ringing in my sleep, was I dreaming? I opened my eyes the phone was ringing. The name Sally was displayed it was my sister I answered it to a chorus of happy birthday to you. 

"Hi Sally, how are you?" I asked.

"I'm fine, how is my little sister on her birthday?" She replied.

" Felt a little low earlier, it was strange opening cards and presents on my own. First time, thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful, they are arrived after I got home from work yesterday."

"Yes I know, you should have stayed over with us last night. You know you're welcome anytime, the kids love to see you and glad you liked the flowers."

"I didn't know how I would feel, I didn't want to have to put an act on that everything is okay." I replied. 

"You never have to put an act on for me." Sally replied reassuringly. "I'm going into town with Helen in a while, a little shopping then some lunch, I would be lovely if you joined us?"

"I don't know, I'm still in bed didn't feel like getting up. I think I'll spend the day in the house, there's plenty that needs doing." Although I felt brighter than before I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. Ideally I would have loved today to be just another ordinary day.

"Don't be a silly moo, mopping around the house is not helping anyone. Come on lets have a few hours girlie time together, shopping and lunch what else could a girl ask for?"

It was a rhetorical question but I answered it. "Someone to fill the empty space in my heart. Sorry I didn't mean that."

"That's confirmed then, we'll be round in about forty five minutes to pick you up." 

"I'm still in bed," I protested, "I won't be ready by then. I need to have a shower and get ready."

"Well you better get going then." There was sternness in Sally's voice.

"Okay you win, I lose. I'll meet you in town, about an hour or so?"

"If you're not there by eleven I'll let the kids come round to serenade you armed only with recorder and violin." 

I laughed. "I'll be there I promise." I loved my nephews as much as would love my own children, but both had recently taken up music at school and their standard still had a long way to go. I could take about a minute of listening before I longed for whatever piece they were playing to come to an end. 

"Love you Jen, big hugs and kisses to you, see you in Costa."

"Bye Sally, thank you."

"Bye bye." With that I put the phone down, I was in two minds whether I wanted to go, I knew we'd have a giggle. Helen was Sally's best friend and I was lucky to be able to call her my friend, a very caring, loving, funny woman, she'd also had had a similar experience to me a few years ago when her husband left her. Over the past few months she had helped me so much, she knew what I was going through. 

I threw the duvet off and jumped under the shower, what to wear, it was un-seasonally warm for May, I eventually settled on a red summer dress. With hair and make-up done I went to grab the car keys. "Sod it." I thought, I would get a taxi, parking was always a pain and if we were having lunch I may want a glass of wine or two. 

I arrived about quarter of an hour late; Sally and Helen were sitting outside the café. "You're lucky, another five minutes and the kids would be warming up the instruments"

"Hi Sally, hi Helen, sorry I'm late I had to wait for the taxi."

"Hi Jen, happy birthday to you, Sally didn't mention it to me until we got here. So if you see me rushing in to the card shop, don't follow!"

"Don't be silly Helen, you don't need to." I gave them both a hug.

"I got you a coffee, might be a little cold now. I'll get a fresh one."

"No don't Sally, that's fine, I'll drink it how it is." I had already kept them waiting and didn't want to hold them up.

We spent about fifteen minutes just doing the normal catch up chatting; I finished my coffee, time to hit some shops. I didn't have any plans of buying anything but Sally was after a new dress. 

"I need to go to M&S, need some new knickers, I keep losing mine." Helen said cheekily. We both laughed. "I know what you two are thinking but the dog keeps stealing them and burying them in the garden. After that don't feel like wearing them." With that we left giggling some more.

In less than two hours we had searched, admired, dismissed, screamed, laughed and tried on nearly every dress in town but we had succeeded in finding Sally her dress. 

"Time for knickers." Helen called out, probably a little louder than was needed as several glances went our way. We headed up the mall to Marks. Helen called a stop, "Lets try in here, I've heard some very positive things." We stopped at a new lingerie shop that had recently opened. "Something for everyone for every occasion." Helen added. 

We went in, Helen was right it was like an underwear and lingerie superstore, you name it they had it everything from day to day bras and knickers to something a little more special all the way to a more erotic naughtier selection. I wandered through the shop looking but not paying too much attention to what was on sale. 

Rounding a corner I nearly walked straight into Sally and Helen. "Sorry, wasn't looking where I was going." I apologised. We were in the naughtier section. 

"Not at all," Sally answered. "We wondered where you had got to. So is there anything here that you don't already have?"

Sally knew something of my "erotic" wardrobe. "No nothing left all gone. It was all bought by him, or by me for him to enjoy. I threw it all away months ago, I don't want those memories."

"Sorry babe I wasn't thinking." Sally looked at me apologetically. 

Helen jumped in before a silence could come over us "If it's all gone must be time to start a new wardrobe. What tickles your fancy?" 

"You buy this sort of stuff for your man not for yourself. Some is nice but it's meant for wearing whilst running around the bedroom."

Helen jumped in, "You never know whom you're going to meet around the next corner. Always best to be prepared."

"No not today, anyway I'm getting hungry. Where do you fancy eating?" I asked.

"Me to," Sally added, "what about Da Vinci?" we all agreed, it's a lovely restaurant with plenty of outside seating.

"You two go and get a table & I'll join you in a few minutes."

"That's sounds good to me Helen, we'll see you there." Sally said.

We left Helen in the shop and walked to Da Vinci. We arrived to find we were not the only ones deciding to have lunch all the outside tables were full. "There's room inside but a day like today I'd much prefer to be in the sun." I said feeling a little disappointed. 

"I'll ask, see how long the wait might be." Sally went in to ask soon coming out shrugging her shoulders. "At least half an hour wait."

"Too long." I replied. "Where else can you think of?" we spent a few minutes discussing different options, none seemed to be ideal. 

Helen appeared "Looks busy, any luck with a table?" she asked.

"About half hour wait," I said, "we were just discussing different options. It's just to nice to sit inside."

Sally chipped in "What about getting a take-away and going down to the park, a beautiful day we can sit by the river?"

"Apart from the fact they don't do take-away here, it's a great idea?"

"I'll have a word with the manager, I'm sure he'll do something for us, we come in here often enough."

"Give him a quick flash of your boobs that will help."

"Thank you Helen, I'll bare it in mind." Sally walked back in to the restaurant, this time coming out with a smile followed by a waiter carrying three glasses of wine. "There you are ladies, all sorted out and a drink whilst we wait. They're going to do a selection of small bites, and a complimentary glass of wine whilst we wait."

"The boobs worked then?" we all laughed.

"No didn't need to Jen, all it took was a please and a smile."

"Next time give him a flash and we'll get ten percent off the bill." Helen said jokingly. 

Ten minutes later the waiter reappeared carrying two bags. The first had the food in foil containers, the second two bottles of wine a bottle of water and three glasses. 

"There you are ladies, a complimentary bottle of wine, please just return the glasses when you're finished." We thanked the waiter and headed for the park.

The park was peaceful; a few office workers having lunch a couple of mums with push chairs. We found a bench spread out the food and opened the wine. This felt nice, the food was good, the wine cool and the conversation flowing talking about everything and nothing. 

Sally's phone rang, after a few yeses and no's and okay she put the phone down. "Sorry girls that was the school, Jamie's not well I need to go and pick him up."

"That's unfair, we were having a good time." I said despondently. 

"It's only me that needs to, you guys carry on." 

"if you're okay with that why not?" Helen asked. "I can always get a cab back. Let us know how he is?"

"I'm sure it's nothing serious but I will." With that Sally got up, we kissed her goodbye and off she went.

I sat back down feeling a little dizzy. I looked at the now empty wine bottle. "I think that wine has gone to my head. Normally the three of us can polish off a bottle with no problem"

"You're forgetting, only the two of us are on the wine, Sally was only drinking water because she's driving." Another glass Jen?"

"Why not, we can be a couple of winos getting drunk on a park bench." Helen laughed opened the second bottle and refilled both glasses. "How are you doing now?" Helen asked.

"Getting there slowly, still have very low patches, this morning wasn't good, generally going in the right direction. Thank you for all your help you've given me. You're the only one that understands what it's like."

"You know I'm always here for you. How's the divorce going?"

"Well as can be expected. He's agreed to me having the house but wants the holiday home. I'm happy with that never really liked it anyway. I need to fly over there sometime; there are a few things in there of mine I want to get. Apart from that we're just dividing everything else up. We earned about the same salary so neither of us has to support the other."

"Sounds quite fair, you get a better deal with the properties."

"Well I'm not the one that wanted to break the marriage. What I can't understand is that the night before he left we made love. There were never any problems on that side, a few ideas he came up with I said no, but we were quite adventurous. Perhaps she said yes when I had said no."

Helen topped up my wine. "So what did you say no to." 

I didn't want to tell Helen all about my sex life with him, it was personal; I never went around broadcasting that information. "He wanted to post naked pictures of me on the Internet." Did I just say that out loud? 

"I can understand that."

"Sorry Helen I didn't mean to say that, it just came out."

"Blame the wine, but don't worry you'll struggle to offend me, I'm very open minded. You couldn't offend me if you told me he wanted to stick celery in your bum whilst singing Land Of Hope And Glory."

I laughed, unable to stop the wine spraying from my mouth. "No just broccoli." I replied. This time it was Helen struggling to stop the wine. "I'm only joking."

"Look on the positive side Jen, your 'girls best friend' won't make you do anything you don't want to, is always there when you need it and doesn't come home drunk, spend the weekend at the golf club and stretch your knickers."

I was confused "Sorry I know I've drunk quite a lot but what are you talking about?" 

"My ex had a thing about wearing my knickers. I wanted to mention it at my divorce, but never built up the courage."

"Okay that's different but I meant was what's a girls best friend?"

"You're vibrator, it's a girls best friend." Helen made a small tut. 

"I haven't got one of those."

"Don't be shy, everyone has one."

"Honestly I don't."

Helen looked slightly shocked. "Are you saying you really don't have one?"

"No I keep saying no but you don't believe me." I was feeling a little angry inside; I hated being called a liar. 

"Blimey, I thought everyone had at least one, even Sally has one."

"Why do you think my sister has one? Why would she want one?"

"I don't know why but a couple of years ago she said she wanted one, I helped her choose."

"Are you being honest? Don't tell me you have a vibrator?"

Helen looked at me "I have several to be honest about half a dozen different ones."

This was all new to me, yes we'd joked about sex toys in the past but Helen was being serious. "I can kind of understand why you might have one but half a dozen!"

"They all have their uses, different ones for different times and places. I never leave home without one."

"So you're saying you always carry a vibrator around with you?"

"Yes." With that she opened her bag and pulled out what looked like a lipstick and handed it to me. "Don't worry it's hygienic. Just twist the bottom."

I did, the lipstick started to vibrate. "I thought you were joking? When do you use it?"

"I have a high sex drive, I like to use it most days, sometimes more than once a day. There are times at work I get frustrated and nip to the ladies and long train journeys can get quite boring. I wouldn't recommend when driving, I nearly crashed. Sitting in a park with a lovely friend feeling a little drunk is also good."

I laughed, even though we had drunk nearly a bottle of wine each I knew she was telling the truth. "You would use it here right now in front of me?"

"A little bit public here. Finish your wine; we'll clear the mess up. Fancy a walk?"

A little alarmed "What do you mean?"

"Don't worry, I just fancy a walk, feeling a little fuzzy headed need to clear it plus this bench is a little uncomfortable."

I agreed, I feeling a little more comfortable. We cleared the rubbish to a bin and headed off down the river path. "If you fancy it we can walk down the river side a mile or so over the bridge that brings us to the village and only a few minutes from my place."

"Sounds good to me Jen, I can always get a taxi home from your place."

We walked along the river two women still with a glass of wine our hands laughing joking chatting. We soon left the town behind us, I removed my shoes, and walking barefoot through the field I felt happy and contented a feeling that had escaped me for a long time. 

I turned to Helen "Thank you."

"What was that for?" she asked.

"For today, it wasn't planned but I couldn't think of a better way of spending my birthday." 

"I'm glad you're having a good time, I didn't mean to embarrass you with the vibrator and what I said."

"You didn't embarrass me, just shocked a little. So would you?"

"Would I what she asked?"

"Use a vibrator in front of someone?"

Helen stopped walking and looked around then turned to me. "You can take my hand and we'll walk up the field out of sight of the path. Or we can carry on walking to your house as planned. Your choice."

I knew what she meant, thoughts ran through my mind, this was surreal, I was intrigued part of me wanted to say yes but was it the wine wanting me to do it? Would I be doing this if I were sober? This was stupid, how could I be in this situation? I didn't know what to do. 

Helen spoke "Okay lets go then." I didn't realise it but I had taken hold of her hand. Something deep within me had taken the decision. I didn't want to do this but I wasn't putting up an objection. 

We walked up the field a way there was a slight dip in the ground with a few trees, we were out of sight from the path, I could hear cars on the nearby road but a large hedge concealed the view. What was going to happen now, I knew what Helen was going to do, but what about me. Do I stay? Do I give her some privacy, surely that's wants she wants. I turned around to start walking away, leave her to it. 

"Have you changed your mind?" she asked. 

"I thought you would like some privacy." I replied. 

"Stay with me, join me, I would love you to." What did she want me to do, watch her use her vibrator?

"Yes" I said in whisper. She put her bag down, undid her belt and removed her trousers then spreading them out on the ground sat down her back against a tree and opened her legs.

I didn't know what I should be doing. She smiled to me "Come on sit down next to me, join me." I did as she said. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a vibrator, not the one she had shown me earlier but something a little larger. She turned to me, smiled gave me a small kiss on the lips "Join me when you want to." Helen turned the vibrator on and started to move it slow circles over her thighs each circle going slightly higher up her thighs than the last. Her eyes were closed her free hand moving up to her breasts. Her hand started to gently massage her breasts through her blouse, the vibrator reaching the top of her thigh. She started to undo the buttons of her blouse, she was fumbling with them, I reached over with my hands undoing the blouse for her. There was Helen my sister's best friend sitting against a tree wearing only her white bra and knickers enjoying herself, I gently stroked her leg, it seemed a natural thing to do. The vibrator had reached it's goal she gently rubbed it over her pussy through her clearly damp knickers. Watching her I was slowly relaxing, there was no harm in what she was doing I was starting to enjoy sitting there watching. She pushed her bra up exposing her hard nipples gently she was pulling and tugging each one in turn, occasionally grabbing a whole boob. I looked down she was trying to push the crotch of her knickers away.

"Let me."

"Thank you." Was all she said. I moved a little took hold of her knickers and as she lifted herself I pulled them off her, I could feel the wetness in them on my hand. Spreading her legs again I could see her pussy, I was slightly memorised it was a first view for me. Helen moved the vibrator over her clitoris then slowly pushed it inside herself. As the vibrator worked on her pussy her hand and fingers started to get rougher with her nipples, she let out a little whimper opening her eyes I could see pleasure coming from them. Faster the vibrator went the more she was moaning each moan a little louder. She moved her hand down to her clitoris, rubbing it as the vibrator pounded her pussy, without thinking one on my hands reached out and took her nipple pinching and squeezing as she had been. 




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"Harder, pinch it harder, please." I did as I was told it was obvious she was getting close. I took hold of her other nipple giving each one the attention she asked for. With a scream I knew she had reached her climax. Still pounding her pussy, as she was cumming, tears rolling down her cheeks. Slowly she bought the vibrator to a stop, leaning back against the tree, recovering and enjoying the sensation within her. 

I looked at her, was I feeling slightly jealous? I wasn't sure. Oh my god, I felt a wetness, my knickers were wet, I hadn't noticed, watching Helen had turned me on. I had got turned on watching what she was doing.

"Did you enjoy that? Helen asked. "I certainly did, thank you." I felt embarrassed, embarrassed from what I had seen embarrassed by the reaction it had had on me. "I hoped you were going to join in." I tried to talk but just fumbled. "You're embarrassed, don't be, I'm not. I must be honest with you, this is not the first time for me."

"You've done this before in front of a woman?"

"Yes Jen, I like women as I like them, in fact I prefer other women."

"You're a lesbian, I didn't know." I was truly shocked at her statement.

"Not quite, but close."

"Wow, does Sally know this? Sorry that came out the wrong way.

"It's something to need to ask here yourself." What did she mean by that statement?

"So have you been trying to chat me up today? Do you fancy me then? It's not something I'm into."

"No don't worry, I didn't plan anything, it just happened naturally I suppose. But I was hoping that you would join me. And thank you for what you did, it was nice."

"It was strange at first but I enjoyed watching you. You must be getting a bit chilly now? It's getting cooler."

"You're right, time to get dressed. Lucky we went shopping, I've got some clean knickers to put on." We both laughed.

Helen stood up and started to get dressed. She had some clean knickers, but I didn't. Mine were wet and starting to feel cold, I didn't want to walk home wearing them. "Helen can I ask you a favour?"

"After what's happened I think you can ask me anything."

"Can I pinch a pair of your knickers, mine have got a little uncomfortable, and they're wet and now cold."

"Did you get turned on by the events? You naughty girl, here was me thinking you were all prim and proper." Helen smiled letting me know she was only teasing. "Of course you can."

With both of us sorted out we walked back to the path and headed home. We talked a little I had more thoughts going through my head. I was feeling a little jealous of Helen, and regret, I now wished I had masturbated with her. A thought I had never had before but the regret only seemed to grow the closer we got to home. But the time was then and I had missed it. I had had no sexual encounters since the split up. I had masturbated a couple of times on my own but had got no real pleasure from it. 

"You alright Jen?" Helen asked, "Seem very quiet."

"Yep I'm fine, been a long day and the after effects of the wine kicking in."

"Must get you a vibrator then, cures the onset of any hangover. I feel fine."

"Perhaps I should buy one." I replied. "You'll have to give me some pointers."

"Of course I will, we can have a look online when you get home."

"Okay, thanks Helen and I'll cook dinner."



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Disclaimer

This story is both a work of both true events and fantasy. Bea is really a friend of mine and her son Steve is real too, as was his escapades of looking down my tops or up my skirts and going through my lingerie. Everything after that is purely fantasy, a "what if" as you will, if I at that point of time decided to confront Steve and what I thought I would do with him.

Everyone is over the age of 18.

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My name is Marg. I have lived next door to my best friend for the better part of 30 years. Her name is Bea. To this day, Bea and I still get together several times a week for tea and yes, the occasional cocktail... though I doubt she would want anything to do with me if she knew what happened last year between me and the youngest of her eight kids, Steve.

At the time, Steve was in his last year of high school and still living at home. I don't know, maybe it's because he's the youngest of so many brothers and sisters, but Steve has always been the shy type. I wouldn't go so far as to say he was a mama's boy, but it seemed like he spent more time hanging out with his mother and me than he ever did with friends his own age.

I wondered for the longest time why that was, especially since he always seemed so uncomfortable at my house. Steve was always going upstairs to "use the restroom" or "stretch his legs", leaving me and Bea in the lower part of the house. I was naturally curious what he was doing up there, but remembering what my own teenage years had been like, I respected his privacy and didn't press him on the issue.

The pieces of the puzzle started to come together late one March night, as I was reorganizing my dresser and closet to make room for some "discrete" online purchases that had arrived that afternoon. Home for the evening, I was wearing a plain t-shirt and an old pair of grey sweatpants.

As I was looking over various thongs, bras and other undergarments, deciding if there were any I wanted to get rid of, I noticed that some of them were not where they belonged... especially my black lace, braless corset. It was attached to a pair of sheer black stockings. I never, ever leave the stockings attached after using my corset! The stockings hold up a hell of a lot better if you take care of them properly!

"Who on earth could have gone through my unmentionables drawer?" I wondered to myself as I detached the stockings from the corset and put them both back in their proper place. I am divorced, my daughter long moved out of the nest, and I hadn't invited any men into my bedroom for weeks. Bea and my other girl friends were all far too proper to go sneaking around in my naughty drawer. In the end, there was only one possible suspect... Steve.

So that's why he was always leaving his mom and me downstairs!

I detached my stockings from the corset, all the while my mind racing about Steve's behavior. Should I have suspected him before now? Then it hit me. When his mom and I would hang out in the kitchen, Steve would always hop onto the kitchen counter instead of sitting in a chair at the kitchen table. He must've been doing that to look down my top. Had he enjoyed the view of my 36D's? My face grew flush as next I remembered how Steve almost always sat on the living room floor when the three of us were watching television. The little perv must've been looking up my dress every time... and he would have gotten quite a show since I almost always wear skirts, and rarely wear panties!

How to get back at the little bugger for having the nerve to peep on me and finger through my stuff right under my nose? Just then, my telephone rang.

"Ohhh!" I screamed, startled and my heart skipping a beat at the sudden noise disrupting the stillness of my empty house.

Except for the rare wrong number, there is only one person who would call me after midnight... knowing I'm a night owl at heart. I walked the short distance from my dresser to the side table next to my queen-size bed, and picked up the receiver between the third and fourth rings.

"What's up Bea?" I asked, fully confident who would be on the other end of the line.

"Nothing new going on here M, just calling to make sure you and Steve are still on for your 'date' tomorrow night," Bea said, the inflection of her voice on the word "date" dripping with the sarcasm of knowing full well that Steve's intention was a platonic one.

What Bea couldn't have known was that my mind interpreted her use of the word in a more romantic, sexual context. I've never been afraid to go all the way with a man on a first date. Date my best friend's boy? Bea would never approve! Yet, Steve's transgression had been sexual in nature. Why not give him a punishment fitting his crime? Besides, he would be 19 by the time I was ready to give him what he deserved... A plan began to form in my mind's eye.

"Um, yeah, about Steve's birthday dinner," I said on the fly, "I had lunch at the bistro the other day and it wasn't at all up to their usual standards..."

My body was trembling as I continued to hold the receiver to my ear. I couldn't believe it. I had just lied to my best friend! For the first time in the history of our long friendship! Yes, I had eaten alone earlier in the week at our favorite restaurant, which we both just call "the bistro", but the food had been as exceptional as ever.

"Seriously?" Bea asked. "I can't believe it!"

My stomach was twisting itself in knots... terrified that Bea had seen right through me!

"So where are you going to take him instead?" she finished.

I covered the bottom half of the receiver with my hand so I could let out a deep sigh of relief without Bea overhearing. "I think she bought it!" I thought to myself.

Removing my hand from the bottom of the receiver, I went directly to the next phase. "Actually... I was thinking of cooking him something here at the house."

"If you want something done right..." Bea chuckled. "I'll tell him in the morning about the change of plans. Same time though?"

"Yes, same time... I'll make sure it's a dinner he'll remember for a long time. Night Bea."

I hung up the phone and brought both hands to my smiling lips. Had I really just that? "Damn risky

comment to make Marg!" I said out loud.

Suddenly, I realized that I was actually going to seduce my best friend's son tomorrow night, on his 19th birthday. My mind soon began to wander, thinking of all the different ways I could torture a teenage boy with my mature sexuality.

I started to subtract 19 from 57 in my head as I slipped between the sheets of my bed and slipped a hand down my sweatpants. No underwear to get in the way, my hand immediately made contact with my bushy mound. Slowly, I made contact with the warm, moist flesh between my thighs... I didn't get any more organizing done that night, but after staying up another hour or so without leaving my bed, I did have a very restful sleep.

When I woke up the next day, it was shortly after 8:00 in the morning on Steve's birthday. Picking up my crumpled shirt and sweats from the spot on the floor where I had tossed them about half an hour before falling asleep, I got out of bed and put on fresh socks and my favorite pair of sneakers before heading to the store to purchase the ingredients for the evening's meal.

While at the store getting roast beef and all the fixings to go with it, then a birthday cake from the bakery department, I instinctively pushed my cart to the drug section to grab a pack of condoms... I was standing in front of the various assortments of condoms, almost ready to choose one, when I suddenly came back to reality and realized Steve could cum in me until hell froze over and he still couldn't get a post-menopausal woman like me pregnant. With as little as he hung out with teenagers his own age, I doubted that he had slept around much. In the end, I decided it was best to be prepared. I took two three packs of "For Her Pleasure" and tossed them in my shopping cart.

Back at home, I put the fixings in the refrigerator but left the roast out to thaw, then went upstairs and ran a bath. I added some essential oils and slowly slipped my body into the tub. After just soaking in the hot water for several luxurious minutes, I took my razor from my accessories basket and passed it under both arms. I swished the razor in the water, then did the same once over on my legs.

I examined my pubic area and concluded that leaving it bushy simply wouldn't do. I thought for a moment about what a young man like Steve would prefer down there, and decided that trimming was out of the question as well. Instead, I shaved my entire pussy area smooth. It took awhile, but after a few examinations and touch-ups, there was not the slightest sign of hair or stubble anywhere near or around my pussy lips. I was tempted to take the time to pleasure myself right there in the tub now that I was so smooth and pristine, but knew I still had a lot to get done before Steve's arrival

"Pretty damn good for pushing 60," I thought as I smiled seductively at the sight of my wet body in the mirror immediately after getting out of the tub, "Steve is really going to enjoy himself tonight..."

I toweled off and massaged skin cream into the pores of not only to the shaven areas, but my thighs, butt and breasts too. I dressed in my normal day clothes, no underwear of course, and set out for the video store then to meet Bea at a small cafe for some coffee. When I pulled in to the parking lot of the cafe, I slid the two movies I had rented underneath my seat. Bea wouldn't have asked about the R rated DVD, but the pornographic pictures on the case of the other disc might have started her asking questions.

I'd chosen an adult video which advertised older women like me, fucking younger men, like Steve. The thought of viewing such a movie with Steve caused my breathing to shallow and my nipples to grow hard underneath my top. As I wasn't wearing a bra underneath my top, this made the outlines of my nipples (which get quite large when firm) visible for the entire watching world to see.

Still adjusting the videos in their hiding place, I heard a car pull into the space next to mine. I looked up to see Bea waving at me from inside her car. I waved back, then got out of the car and met Bea on the sidewalk in front of the cafe enterance. We hugged in greeting. I so rarely wear a bra I knew Bea wouldn't be in the least suspicious if she felt me erect nipples brush against her chest as we held each other for a split second in the hug.

As always, Bea and I had a very pleasant conversation over our coffees. Somehow, I managed to discretely ask at what time of day Steve had been born.

"1:37 in the afternoon exactly," Bea had responded.

After coffee, I looked at the clock on my car radio as I drove. It said 3:03pm. Steve had been legal less than two hours, and it would still be less than half a day of allowable fuckability by the time I got my hands on him that night. Oh, how I was looking forward to giving him what I owed him for his peeping and spying!

At home, movies safely moved to the cabinet under my television from under my seat in the car, I put the roast in the oven then went upstairs and got to work planning my wardrobe. Looking over my skirts, I had two somewhat short ones that most would say are totally inappropriate for a mature woman to wear around a young man... which made them perfect for Steve's birthday occasion! After close consideration, I selected the shorter of the two.

It had a slit going part way down the left leg. Looking closely at the cut of the slit, I noticed that without any difficulty, I could alter it and increase its length by an inch or two. Modifications easily completed with the tools in my little sewing kit, I knew that crossing my legs would now offer Steve a grand display of not only the tops of the stockings, but plenty of bare upper thigh to make his mouth water. I gave a moment's consideration to wearing panties the black thong I had found disturbed in my dresser, but soon decided no underwear at all was the best approach.

"Steve is going to have a hard time not looking there, that's for sure," I congratulated myself as I slid the stockings on an easily shimmied into the small skirt.

"I can't go sheer can I?" I asked myself as I eyed my black sheer button blouse, the one with frilly cuffs and a frilly high buttoned neck. I had no intention of wearing a bra tonight, so every inch of my dark nipples would be visible to Steve in even the lowest of light if I wore nothing but the sheer. But right next to that particular blouse was a lace shawl. Experimenting, I took off my top off and put the sheer blouse on. Then I placed the shawl over my shoulders and looked in the mirror.

Perfect! My breasts were barely visible with the shawl on and without the shawl, Steve would become like putty in my hands!

I took the blouse and shawl off so I could put on my black lace, braless corset. I easily attached the corset to my nylon stockings. Wearing nothing but the corset on the top half of my body, my mature breasts hanging free, the next thing on my mental list was heels. And I had plenty to choose from, eventually going with a pair of 3" black high heels with tiny straps. Steve had no idea the kind of evening I was about to facilitate!

I applied my make-up liberally before painting my lips and nails. Once the lipstick and nail polish had dried, I styled my hair and put on a little Air de Temps perfume. After raising my arms high so I could put on my blouse, but before putting the shawl on, I sat in the chair at my make-up table and adjusted my make-up mirror to capture the reflection from the floor length mirror on the opposite end of the room. I crossed my legs. Sure enough, plenty of thigh and stocking top was clearly visible.

I donned the shawl to complete my wardrobe, then went downstairs to the kitchen and got the side dishes cooking. As they were simmering, I took out the tableware and set the dining room table. I placed Steve at the head of the table and me to his left... an ideal place for his two favorite views, down my top and up my skirt.

As I finished cooking dinner and putting it on the table, my mind wandered further and further into the wonderful events yet to come. The doorbell rang just as I was putting the patter with the roast on the table. My heels clicked against the wooden dining room floor as I made the short journey to my front door. What my eyes beheld when I opened the door came as quite a shock. Steve had arrived in a stunning suit!

"Well hello birthday boy!" I said kissing him on the cheek, fighting every urge to just yank the teen in by his necktie and fuck his brains out right there in the entryway. "You're certainly looking sharp this evening. Isn't that the outfit your mom and I helped you pick out for your senior prom?"

"Um," Steve started in a near whisper as he was looking me and my outfit over from top to bottom, then speaking at a more normal volume, "yeah, it is. I knew you were going to look really pretty tonight so I wanted to look my best for you too."

I found the expression of half lust half embarrassment on Steve's face quite adorable. And his kind words brought a sense of heat to my chest! "That's so sweet of you to say, and I'm honored that you'd choose to debut your gorgeous suit with all this time before your prom... Come on in honey."

I left Steve to shut the front door as I got a head start toward the dining room, not out of rudeness or lack of manners, but to allow the young man to stare at me as long as he wished from behind. Already aroused, I bit my lower lip as I imagined what Steve was thinking about me as he enjoyed viewing me literally behind my back.

Dinner proceeded exactly according to my plans. On several occasions, I leaned over the width of the table whenever I reached for our bottle of sparkling cider or one of the side dishes... giving Steve an eyeful of my profile. Whenever Steve would try to steer our small talk to a more intellectual topic (he was so cute, trying to impress me with all that he was learning in school), I would snatch away his ability for deep conversation by crossing my legs and giving him a direct view to my stockings and thighs.

"Feel like watching a movie with dessert?" I asked, relishing in the secret double meaning of my question.

I fully expected him to say yes, but just in case he wasn't yet sufficiently under my spell, I cleverly adjusted my shawl. I didn't take it off, but in rearranging it I flashed my breasts at Steve, nipples and all. The look on his face was all the confirmation I needed. I stood up, put my hand on the boy's shoulder, and walked into the kitchen leaving the dining room table for a later time.

"Meet you in the living room," I said with my back to Steve, head in the fridge grabbing the small rectangular cake container. I'd placed a knife in the container earlier, after getting home from the store.

Intentionally forgetting the dessert plates and silverware, I walked into the living room with cake, container in hand.

"Oh Steve," I said in my best pretend disappointed voice while putting the cake container on the coffee table, "don't get your nice pants all dirty by sitting on the floor. Come over here and sit with me on the sofa instead."

Then I sat down, crossed my legs (making sure to open my legs wide for Steve in the process), and patted the butt cushion next to me on the couch as another form of invitation.

Steve was clearly in no position to disagree with anything I asked him to do at that point.

"Be a dear and put our movie in on your way over here, won't you? It's the only one under the T.V. that's on disc not tape," I said innocently.

Now it was my turn to enjoy, as 19 year-old Steve bent over to find the movie... giving me a great view of his pants fitting around his young ass and thighs. He spent a great deal of time bending in that position, probably deciding what to do since there were in fact two DVD's below the television. Would he dare ask me which one I intended for us to watch? Part of me hoped that he would, the other part of me was terrified that he just might work up the courage. I held my breath as he made his decision, stood up straight, and put one of the two movies in the DVD/VCR combo player.

All of the practice he'd gotten digging in naughty drawer upstairs must have rubbed off on Steve, because he decided to be discrete and not say a word about the porno movie. We settled in to watch the movie... with Steve maintaining, unfortunately, a respectful distance from my body. I'd planned ahead for his politeness by renting a movie with enough action and gore to frighten an "unsuspecting" middle-aged woman like myself.

"Oh God, Steve!" I stretched like a girl his age as I quickly slid closer to him, put a hand on his shirt and my legs right up against one of his.

Steve froze, unsure of how to handle such sudden contact based on what he thought was my primal fear. It was a primal emotion, but lust. I held the position for as long as I could get away with it, and then patted my hand on the top of Steve's left leg before scooting back to my proper seat.

During the over-dramatized love scene that's required to be in any R-rated flick, I got off the couch and onto my knees. Steve was probably hoping that I'd give him head right there, but probably felt a sense of relief all the same when I lifted the plastic lid off the cake and started cutting it with the knife.

"Oh Dammit," I cursed quietly, "forgot the plates and forks... I'm really enjoying the movie. Mind if we just eat it with our hands?"

"Doesn't bother me," Steve agreed while looking directly at my breasts from his position slightly above me.

The white frosting got all over both our hands. I was half tempted to take his fingers in my mouth and lick them clean one by one, but settled for doing the same seductively with all ten of mine, then wiping some fallen crumbs from near the crotch of Steve's pants. Sweeping the crumbs from his pants and "accidentally" bumping against his cock in the process, I could see and hear him stop mid-breath, with hope and expectation.




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I left his hopes unfulfilled until the end credits, though I did tease him now and again during the rest of the movie.

A slow song, but one with a great beat come on as the end credits began to roll. "I love this song!" I moaned sensually, getting up off the sofa and starting to sway to the rhythm of the music as I walked to the other side of the coffee table. The television was to my back. The table was between Steve and me. His eyes were wide as the television gently backlit my gyrations. The backlight was perfect ambiance without being blinding in any way.

I lifted my arms, both at the same time, until they were perpendicular to my body. I grabbed an end of my shawl in each hand and played with it back and forth behind my neck. This gave Steve a clear view of my fleshy breasts, and hardening nipples. His jaw dropped and he remained silently captivated.

"Sorry Steve honey, I just have to dance!"

I casually wrapped my shawl in itself and threw the bundle to Steve's spot on the sofa. With his teenage male reflexes, he easily caught it in his arms... and didn't let go!

If the music had kept going much longer, I wouldn't have been able to help but from putting unzipping my skirt and playing with myself. As timing would have it, the movie ended and so did my dancing. But now I was like a cougar ready to pounce on her prey! I smiled at Steve sexily before turning around and bending over, undoubtedly giving Steve a direct line to my bare ass and pussy, ejected the first movie and put in the second, more intense one.

I returned to the sofa, but sat on the plush armrest furthest away from Steve instead of on one of the seats. I put on leg on the sofa, careful not to puncture the cushion with me heel, and the other on the floor. My skirt... and my legs... were splayed wide open for Steve's torturous enjoyment.

"Did you like my little dance Steve?" I asked in a slutty tone without pausing long enough to let him respond, "I'm sure you did. After all, you've been ogling my body and going through my things whenever you and your mom come over. Haven't you... big boy?"

On the television, previews of scenes from the porno were flashing across the screen. Mature women going down on and fucking much younger, teenage men!

"It's alright honey. I don't mind," I told him as I run my hands up my nylons. "In fact, now that you're 19, it okay for me to give you a nice, big present."

The first scene started, but all of Steve's attention was focused on me. As I continued teasing him visually but touching my thighs and going into my skirt, but not yet touching my pussy, I witnessed his cock become a bulge within his pants. I groaned with pleasure at the sight of a tent forming in his pants.

I adjusted my position on the armrest so I could easily remove my skirt.

"Oh... my god," the teen said with quite amazement as I revealed my smooth pussy to him and let the skirt fall to the floor.

"Take your pants off for me Steve," I instructed, "and touch yourself as you watch me touch what you've been dreaming of."

His hormones giving him no option but to obey, without taking his eyes of my exposed crotch, Steve undid his belt took off his shoes and tossed his pants aside. His impressive and still hardening cock had already poked it way out of the slit in his boxer shorts. He put his right hand on it and started stoking to the site of me.

I slid two fingers into my glistening bald pussy, the sound of penetration saying that I could already take Steve's cock in me if I wanted. Steve started stroking faster in response. I could see the veins of his cock. He must have had at least 8" of meat in his hand!

"Not to fast Steve... we have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves."

As Steve's stroking slowed I placed one hand on my pussy lips, spreading them with index and middle finger, I used the index finger of my other hand to slide between the lips from the clit and downwards bending it so it would slip into my entrance before bringing it back to the clit. I rubbed the clit a few times, and then brought my fingers to my mouth, wetting the index and middle finger with my tongue, I placed it back to my clit and began to rub it more determinedly and once so often dipping both fingers deep into myself and back on the clit. The sensations were so pleasurable I was not only arching my back and pelvis into my fingers, moans were also escaping my lips as I fingered myself for Steve.

I worked myself faster, getting myself even more excited. How I wanted more but for now, my fingers were doing the work. As Steve watched I imagined it was him doing the fingering and the thoughts were turning me on even more. My fingers were now deep into my pussy and fucking myself fast and hard. Covered with my own juice I again brought my fingers to my mouth and wetted them. The taste of my own cum adding to my excitement, I forced them back into myself, fucking myself fast and hard. I felt the twinges of orgasm getting close. My body stiffening and shaking from the excitement until suddenly I contracted my pussy muscles on the fingers. I pushed them as deep as they would go into myself and griped them even more with my pussy muscles. My moans became even louder leaving no doubt to Steve that I was cumming.

My hips thrusting, my breasts shaking from my tensing up as the orgasm wracked my entire body. My juices were now flowing over my inserted fingers as Steve watched wide eyed. The orgasm crested and I became very vocal and loud.

"Fuck Steve, I am cumming so hard! My pussy is so fucking wet! Yes! Fuck yes!" I screamed as Steve watched until I collapsed spent from the orgasm.

All through my masturbating for Steve, he kept a steady pace of his own, stroking his massive cock as I watched. Even after I came, Steve kept pumping away steadily.

As I watched him continue, I began to undo the buttons of my blouse, slowly revealing my mature breasts. The more flesh I revealed, the more intently Steve stared and his pace picked up. Eventually the blouse was totally unbuttoned, I slipped it off my shoulders baring my breasts and hardened nipples.

Steve was now pumping his cock quite fast and I knew it would not be long before he'd be releasing hot streams of his young sticky cum. Wanting him to let me see and hear is orgasm, I brought my hands to my breasts, cupping them with my thumbs and forefingers trapping my long nipples.

I slipped off the armrest of the sofa and knelt between his legs only inches from his cock. I looked him in the eyes and said, "Cum for me Steve, cum on my tits"

No sooner than I said to cum on my tits, Steve began to cum, the first stream landing squarely between my tits. The second stream hitting the same spot and it did not stop there. Stream after stream erupted from Steve's cock, each one landing squarely on my tits. After the first few hit, I released my nipples and began massaging his sticky cum into my breasts making them wet and slick. The last stream from his orgasm hit the back of my hand and instinctively I brought it to my mouth and while looking at him, like with the cake icing I licked every bit of it from my fingers, savoring the sweet taste of his cum.

I used my free hand and took Steve's cock into it wrapping my fingers around its girth. It was so thick, my hand and fingers could not even encompass it. I slowly began to stroke it, feeling it stiffen in my grasp. 

"Steve, have you cum in a woman's mouth?" before I asked him while still stroking his massive cock.

"Only once" he said, "but she spit it out saying I was cumming too much and finished me off on her tits."

"Well Steve, I don't spit". Smiling up at him, then added, "If I cannot swallow it all I'll finish you off by letting you cum on my face and tits".

I then told him to finger me and guided his free hand to my tits telling him that my tits needed attention too. I then reached to the remaining cake and gathered some of the icing and applied it liberally along Steve's shaft and over the head of his now hard cock. I then turned my head towards his cock and began licking around the head and shaft licking all the icing I had just applied to it, slurping and smacking my lips to the sweet taste.

Steve was now fucking my pussy hard with his fingers and mauling my tits and nipples while I worked on his massive cock. After licking off the icing, I slowly took first the head then more into my mouth. My hand on his cock was pumping in unison with my bobbing head as I took 5" or 6" at a time into my mouth. I could feel in my hand after a short time his cock stiffening even more. My hips also working in unison with the thrusts of his fingers as he was pummeling into my now soaked and contracting pussy.

"Fuck Marg, you keep sucking me like that and it won't be long before I cum!" Steve moaned.

Releasing is cock from the confines of my sucking mouth I told him "That's my plan!" and immediately I engulfed his cock and began sucking with zest.

He began to rock his hips with my sucking and after a couple minutes I felt him stiffen and I prepared for what was about to happen. Steve blurted out, "Fuck; here it comes!" as he thrust his hips forward into my waiting mouth. Burying about 7" into me, then it happened, the streams started and soon I could not keep up with the amount of cum and the speed it was filling my mouth. I pulled it out before I would gag and as I continued to pump his cock, he shot a couple more streams that hit me in the face and even more streams hitting and landing on my tits. Swallowing what was in my mouth and massaging the streams that landed on my tits before using my free hand to gather his cum from my face and eat it while he watched. I was more surprised that he never missed a stroke with fingers and just as I finished swallowing all his cum that landed in my mouth and on my face; I began to cum for the second time.

"Marg, it's hard to keep fingering you!" Steve said. "You're getting too tight for me to push my fingers in."

"Try harder Steve, I'm cumming and I tighten hard when I cum! You'll feel it when you fuck me!" I said as I bucked my pussy into his thrusts and took his cock back into my mouth to lick any remnants of his spent cum.

My pussy gripped his fingers and I could feel my own cum gushing around them and oozing between my legs. After I sucked his cock a couple more times I released it and cried out. "Finger me harder, faster!" as my orgasm crested and then subsided. My pussy lessened its grip on his fingers so he could more easily fuck me with them until my throws of orgasm completely subsided.

"Fuck Steve, another great orgasm!" I said in a totally exhausted voice, then added, "Do you think you can do that again?"

He nodded and guided his fingers towards my pussy. I stopped him and said "No, not with your fingers, with your mouth. Eat me to orgasm!" then asked, "You've licked a pussy before haven't you?"

"Yes, a couple times."

"Did you make her cum?"

"Yeah."

"Good! Let's see how good a pussy licker you are!" I said as brought my hands to my pussy. With my ring, middle and index fingers on each hand I spread my lips apart exposing my inner lips and entrance to Steve and more importantly my clit.

As Steve positioned himself between my legs I lifted my feet and hooked them on the coffee table. Just as he was about to lean forward he stopped, looking me over before reaching over my leg and grasping a large amount of icing. Then with his icing covered hands he reached up to my breasts and covered them with the sweet white substance. He continued to massage the icing all over each breast and at the same time used his mouth and tongue to lick the icing he applied.

Still with my legs wide and pussy spread I told him, "Don't forget my pussy Steve!"

Not needing encouragement, he grabbed more icing and smeared it liberally onto my gaping pussy. 

"Like that? He said.

"Yes, but I think you're going to like it more!" I teased "Have a try and tell me!"

Steve needed no direction after I said that. He buried his face between my legs and I felt his tongue lapping at my pussy covered icing. Licking all around my pussy lips and eating the icing until zeroing in on my clit and tight entrance. His tongue was flicking at my clit and dipping into my entrance making me buck into each flick and lick of his tongue.

I could not handle it for long, I grabbed his head after releasing my pussy and pulled his head tighter into me as he licked.

"Finger me while you suck my clit Steve!" I commanded.

He instantly pushed 2 fingers into my soaked pussy as he continued to lick. I could feel the fingers thrusting deep into me, but they were hooked downwards. "Turn your hand around Steve, make the fingers curl upwards!" I told him as I wanted him to access my G-spot.

"OK, now when you draw your fingers outward, curl them and rake them over the upper wall slowly."

As he did so, I directed him further, "Feel that hard nub?"

He stopped sucking my clit briefly enough to say, "Here." As his fingers found the spot.

As I replied with a loud and excited "YES" and reflectively pushed my pussy upwards, he knew he was on the spot and his mouth went back to sucking on my clit.

"That's it Steve, rub it fast in little circles and a little pressure." Which he began and had me cry out, "Fuck YES, like that. It's my G-spot and rubbing it like that it will not take long for me to start gushing."

Again he released my clit from his mouth and said, "Gushing?" then immediately resumed working my clit.

His rubbing of my G-spot was electrifying me and bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Just as it was about to start I began to tense. I arched into his mouth and my pussy clamped on his fingers that were deep inside me and I screamed, "Fuck YES, here it comes Steve. Get ready I am going to cum so hard I'll be squirting."

As I started to squirt, Steve lifted his head back and I quickly replaced his mouth with my fingers. I furiously began to rub my clit as cum streamed from my pussy, past his fingers and hitting him in the face. As the first stream hit, catching Steve by surprise, I cried, "It's only cum Steve and there's more to come!" just as another stream followed by a few more flew from my pussy until subsiding and eventually stopping.

I looked at Steve, seeing his face and hand that was still inside me covered in my juices and recalling that it had been a long time that I have squirted that much, as a matter of fact I don't even recall ever squirting that much.

"Fuck Steve, that was so intense!" I said to him. "I really hope you have more left in that cock of yours."

"Wow Marg, I've never seen that before"

"You've never seen a woman cum by her G-spot?"

"No never."

"Mmm, well, I'm glad that you got to enjoy it and that I got to do it."

While we were talking about what had just occurred, Steve made his way beside me on the sofa and I grasped is semi-hard cock, curling my fingers around its girth and slowly began stroking it to bring it back to life. Once it was hard enough, I moved my left arm past him and turned my body. This movement placed me straddling and facing him.

I reached between my legs, finding his cock and while doing so, Steve reached for my breasts, mauling them and tweaking and taking turns at sucking each nipple. While he was doing that, I guided the head of his cock to my pussy and dragged the head back and forth along the slit, parting my lips but not allowing him to enter yet. I wanted to enjoy the feeling of his cock head rubbing my pussy and clit while feeing him lick, suck and maul my breasts.

"You like that Steve?" I asked, "Feeling my pussy on your head!"

Leaving my breasts for a moment to say, "Hell yes, feels awesome" before resuming his licking and sucking.

"Then you'll surely like this!" I said as I placed the head to my entrance and lowered my pussy over it until engulfing his entire shaft into my pussy. Once fully buried, I tightened my inner muscles and rose up until just the head was inside before relaxing the inner muscles and lowering once again taking his entire length inside.

I repeated this several times, tightening my pussy on the withdraw and relaxing it as I lowered. "God Steve, your cock feels so good inside me doing this! I can feel the head and shaft as it both fills and empties me. I could do this a lot longer and milk you dry but what I really want is you to fuck me hard! I want you to drive you cock into me as hard and as fast as you can!"

Steve never removed his mouth from sucking my nipples, he just began thrusting upwards meeting my down thrusts on his massive hard cock.

"Faster, harder Steve, give me more!" I cried out.

As much as Steve tried, he could not go faster or harder. Though it was good, I wanted more. I stopped for a moment and said, "Fuck me from behind Steve. That way you can hold my hips and really give my pussy a good fucking."

We got up and I knelt in the sofa, bracing myself with my hands on the back of the sofa and arching my back, opening my pussy for Steve. He guided his cock to my pussy and as soon as it made contact I pushed back, feeling the head penetrate me, then his hands grasped my hips and in one fast thrust be buried his full 8" deep into me.

As he began to speed up his pace I looked back at him, "That's it Steve, now fuck me good and hard!"

No more encouragement needed. Steve's pace steadily increased and his grip tightened as he was furiously pounding his meat into my inviting pussy. My back arched, allowing him full access to drive his cock as deep as possible into me. It did not take too long before Steve was breathing heavily and grunting with each thrust as was I as his cock pummeled my pussy.

He slowed his pace slightly and before I had a chance to tell him to fuck me harder he said, "Fuck Marg, here I come again!" then he gave one more deep thrust, pulling my hips back as his cock penetrated deep and began to throb.

As I felt the first stream shoot deep into my pussy, I clamped hard on his cock and my head automatically lifted up. As more streams followed and I was lost in the feeling of his cum filling me I noticed that the main door to the house was open about half way. So absorbed in the fucking Steve was giving me I did not notice it until just now and I was beyond having the senses to do anything about it as his cock and cumming in me had me too reaching my orgasm. I could not stop, and did not want to until I took all that Steve was giving me.

A couple more hot streams shot into me and that's when 2 things happened. My orgasm began; my body stiffened and began to shake from the pure ecstasy of it. I could feel my chest and face blush and I could even feel my nipples harden as the orgasm wracked my entire body. Though it was the second thing that got me off even more. It was what I saw at the partially open door!

As Steve was filling my pussy and I was cumming from my orgasm I was looking right into the eyes of 2 young men. In an instant I thought, why were they there then realized that when they were passing they probably heard Steve and I and came to look and what a look they were getting. I was so caught up in being fucked that even though I could see them watching I was too far gone in my orgasm to stop. Instead, it excited me even more to the point where not only was I looking right at them as they watched. I was making it obvious to them that not only do I see them I am also getting off knowing they are watching.

As our orgasms subsided and Steve's cock was slowly softening inside me, I kept looking at the young men at the door trying to figure out who they were. Not sure if I should mention it to Steve or not, but then Steve said, "Do you think they saw much?"

I knew now that I could not pretend or act surprised, "I think they seen a lot, or at least since you were fucking me like this."




A Birthday to Remember



"And you didn't stop?"

"Well, you didn't stop either Steve."

"I was going to, but then I noticed you looked at the door just as I started to cum and then you began cumming. Were you getting off with them watching?" Steve asked.

I could not lie; all I could say was "Yes."

"Well then," Steve began as his cock slipped from my pussy, "I know them. It's ok, they'll not say a word but I am sure they will confront me tomorrow."

"Shit Steve, what are you going to do?" I asked a little nervous.

"Well, that all depends Marg."

"Depends! Depends on what?" I asked as we sat on the sofa.

"Well, seeing you got off more intensely when you seen them watching. If you want, when they confront me, I can make arrangements."

"What arrangements? Oh wait, you mean to tell me you're suggesting that we... I... us and them..."

"Yes, I'm suggesting that you, me and them..." Then he stopped briefly before adding, "I'll just tell them that I'm sure you'll go for it but that I'll have to speak with you first to set it up."

"I don't know Steve, I..." Steve cut me off.

"You know, if we don't they might tell and I'm positive we don't want my mom knowing that's for fucking sure!"

"You got that right, Bea would kill us both!" I said in agreement. "I'll have to sleep on this and will tell you in the morning." Once that was said we got up and instinctively I looked at the door and they were gone. I cautiously walked over to the door and closed it before turning and taking Steve's hand and leading him to my bedroom.

I took off my heels and was about to slip off the stockings and Steve said, "Leave them and the corset on, you look hot in them."

We got into bed and into each other's arms and before long and after a little caressing and fondling we kissed and fell asleep. All the while my thoughts were of what was I going to agree to in the morning. The thoughts of 3 young men did have me quite excited though it was something I have never thought of doing other than in fantasy.

In the middle of the night, I felt Steve push his cock into me from behind and he reached around mauling my breasts. As he humped away, I made the decision. Next weekend it was going to be Steve and his 2 friends!



A Birthday to Remember



This is a 100% true story. It might seem a little far-fetched in places, but I swear to God I'm not making this up. Hope it's good. 

*

It was my 19th birthday and my girlfriend wanted to do something fun for it. The only problem is 19 is a shitty age in America, stuck between 18 and 21, the two huge birthdays. We came home from college for the weekend to celebrate. My name is Matt by the way, and I was nearing the end of my freshman year. I stood about 5'9" and had dark hair, bordering on black, and eyes caught somewhere between gray and blue. I played lead guitar in a band. I also loved cars and snowmobiles. Personality wise, I was rather quiet and reserved, until I got to know someone. I had a very sarcastic wit, which most people found hilarious.

My girlfriend Liv, full name Olivia, was a sophomore and turning 20 in July. Her face was eye-catching, with blondish-brown hair, hazel eyes, and light freckles across her nose. She was a great athlete, and played on the varsity soccer team and ran track, setting records for best times. So needless to say, her body was also banging. Beautiful toned soccer legs, a nice firm ass (my favorite feature of hers), a flat, toned stomach with her bellybutton pierced, and roughly a 34C rack. Her personality was the dead opposite of mine, probably why we were so compatible. She was very friendly and outgoing, and also had a mischievous side to her. But where I really hit the jackpot was with her sex drive, which was nothing short of fucking ferocious. She had to be the horniest girl I'd ever met, and loved pleasuring me. Not that I'm complaining or anything. She also had a very crude vocabulary, worse than me, and sure as hell wasn't scared to use it. We both attended the same college and absolutely loved it. She was my first girlfriend. Our 2 and-a-half year anniversary was coming up in June, so obviously by this point in our relationship, I was deeply in love with her. Now back to the story. 

I groaned and closed my eyes, feeling the orgasm consume me, my cock pumping buckets of semen into the tissue. I came home from college yesterday for the weekend, and was going out shortly to celebrate my birthday with my woman. I was pretty much guaranteed to get lucky tonight, so I had decided to quickly rub one out to make me last longer. I couldn't remember the last time I'd masturbated. Liv usually had no problem doing it for me, so she'd basically became my cum dumpster. It felt weird using my hands for once, but the feeling was great as ever. The only problem was trying not to bust all over my laptop. I had no idea how the fuck I'd explain that to the tech guys at my college! Anyway, I sat up and wiped my dick off. A video on PornHub was playing with the volume very low. Some chick built like a fucking goddess was being wrecked from behind by a very lucky guy, screaming her heart out and playing with herself. I exhaled deeply and pulled my shorts and boxers up and sat back on my bed, feeling my heart rate return to normal and my dick go limp. I watched the rest of the vid until the guy pulled out (all 10 goddamn inches of him) and unloaded all over her face. I closed the Internet and stood up. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was a FaceTime call from Liv (we both have iPhones if you're wondering). I answered, "Hey, baby." 

And quickly jumped in surprise and held the phone away from me as a "HAPPYYYY BIRTHDAYYYYY!!!!!" sounded very loudly from her end. There was a pause and she started singing, "Happy birthday to you, I'm covered in goo, you're hung like a horsey, and you cum like one too." I snorted as she said with a smile and a laugh, "I came up with that. Did you like my lyrics, birthday boy?" 

"Aw Liv, you're so cute! Thank you! So what's up for tonight?"

She wagged a finger playfully. "Uh uh uh, you'll find out later. It's a surprise. Just come over anytime. I'm home alone." Her voice dropped to a whisper and she added, "And so horny for you, babe," and ran her tongue across her lips seductively. She disappeared from the camera frame for a few seconds and appeared holding a banana. She peeled it and proceeded to eat it very slowly, staring into my eyes and running her tongue up and down it several times. 

I snorted and said jokingly, "Liv, you're a fucking freak!" 

Her demeanor changed instantly back to her normal self. "I know," she said with a smile. "Anyway, I'll see you soon. Get your butt over here. Now. Don't make me call back. Bye, boyfriend. I fucking love you." She made a heart shape with her hands and blew me a kiss before breaking the connection. 

I smiled to myself. She really was something else. I grabbed my keys and drove over to her house on the other side of town. I love my car, a silver '03 Saab 9-3, a 5 speed manual and a snarling turbocharged beast, almost as much as I love Liv. I got her from my grandparents when I was 16. They wanted to save gas money so they gave me the Saab (which I nicknamed Sally) and kept their other car, a Hyundai. 

Anyway, I turned into Liv's driveway and parked. I rang the doorbell and waited a few seconds. The door opened and before I knew what the hell was happening, my mouth was being raped by Liv's. She pulled me inside and closed the door, never breaking our kiss, and pushed me against the wall, sticking her tongue in my mouth and throwing her arms around me. Holding me so tightly, I could feel my ribs cracking. She finally pulled away, after about literally 30 seconds of this, with a very wet smack and said, "Happy birthday!" She was wearing short shorts and a tank top, and looked very sexy. 

"Thanks Liv," I said with a smile. "So what's the plan?" 

She smiled. "I was thinking of going out for dinner and maybe going clubbing, then coming back here for cake and ice cream." She paused and added with a wink, "And of course, some quality one-on-one time. Sound ok?"

I smiled. "Sounds great. Let's go."

I drove. Liv loved my car, but couldn't drive a stick shift. Regardless, she loved how it looked and how it performed. There's something so fun about dropping it into 2nd gear and gunning it past people, feeling the turbo kick in and push us back in our seats. Dinner was good. We went to a local restaurant. I got my all-time favorite meal, a bacon cheeseburger. Liv got steak. 

Next up was a local under-21 nightclub. I had never gone to one before, but Liv had and told me I'd love it. The only problem was I couldn't dance to save my life. Yes, I can play guitar but I have no sense of rhythm when it comes to dancing. I have my dad to thank for that. Liv just laughed and kissed my cheek when I told her the problem and said, "No problem. I'll do most of the work." 

I turned into the parking lot and parked. It was really busy! I could hear music blasting already, and we weren't even inside yet. The bouncer checked our IDs and let us in. 

There were people everywhere. Music was blasting. There were strobe lights flashing. Liv grabbed my hand and led me over to the bar and bought us drinks (not alcohol, this was an underage establishment). I drank mine quickly, looking around and checking out the people. There were a lot of smoking hot girls right around my age, so it gave me something to stare at. 

Until Liv noticed and yelled into my ear, "Don't get any ideas!" with a smile.

I smiled sheepishly and finished my drink. She drained hers and said "Wanna dance?" 

This was what I was dreading. It's weird how I have no problem playing with my band to hundreds of people yet I'm scared to get up and dance with my girlfriend. "Uhhhhm, I don't know. Remember what I said? I hate dancing. I'll make a fool of myself. I'm gonna look like a-"

Liv cut me off by leaning in and kissing me hard. She finally broke it off with a smile. "Matt. Shut up. Ok? Do you trust me?"

I shrugged. "More or less." 

"Then let's goooooo!" she grabbed my hand and led me out to the dance floor. The DJ was playing a wide range of songs, from rap to metal. There were dozens of people dancing, so it was pretty crowded, but the atmosphere of the club was great. 

Liv started grinding me as hip-hop song I didn't know started playing. I've said in other stories that she has a fabulous ass, and let me tell you, when she's grinding it into your cock, it's even better. She was definitely right about doing the majority of the work. All I had to do was hold her waist and try not to pop a boner. I failed. 

She noticed before long and looked at me out of the corner of her eye with a smirk. Then, as if it wasn't erotic enough, she started grinding even harder, really pressing up against me. I pretty much would've been penetrating her if our shorts weren't in the way. She kept it up (both the grinding and my dick lol. Pun absolutely intended) for the next 3 songs. They were all songs I knew. The first was called "Party Like a Rock Star" by Shop Boyz, a combo of rap and rock. The next 2 were both Three Days Grace songs, one of my favorite bands. The songs were called "Animal I Have Become," probably their signature tune, with a great bass line, and "Riot," one of my personal favorites. The strobe lights really went crazy during this one. 

I was glad I didn't have to actually dance. Liv was doing all the work. She eventually stopped grinding me, sweating heavily and breathing hard. It must've been a hell of a workout! She grinned at me and led me off the dance floor, and we both got drinks again. She drained hers and wiped the sweat off her face. "See? I told you I would do all the work!" 

"Liv, I would happily dance with you if you continue to do that. That was really hot. You've got a great ass babe!" 

That would probably have earned me a slap across the face from any other girl, but Liv knew me well, and knew damn well what I thought of her rear end. "Thanks Matt! It's all yours tonight." She winked and got another drink. 

We hung out by the bar for a while. I was having fun, especially having Liv grind me. Then disaster struck. A slow song came on. It was "Time of Your Life" by Green Day, my all-time favorite band. Liv heard it and exclaimed, "Aww, I love this song!" and stood up. She turned to me with a smirk. "Guess what you're about to do." 

"What?" I replied. 

Her smirk only got bigger as she grabbed my arms and started dragging me onto the dance floor.

I finally got what she was getting at. "Oh, hell no!" I exclaimed loudly, resisting her, making several guys look over and laugh upon seeing us. 

I finally yielded to her. I had no idea how to slow dance, nor did I want to, so Liv instructed me. It wasn't as hard as I thought, and it was surprisingly romantic. There were dozens of couples doing the same thing as us. It was nice swaying to the song and gazing at her attractive face. As the song ended, she said, "Happy birthday again," and leaned in and kissed me softly. She pulled away with a smack after about 5 seconds and gave me that beautiful smile of hers. The smile that made me fall for her in high school. 

We left about 30 minutes later. A song called "Bones" by a fairly new unknown band called Young Guns was playing as we walked outside to my car. The drive to Liv's house was quiet. I think she was prepping for what would happen at her house. If I'd known what was about to go down, I'd have insisted we skip clubbing and stay home. 

I turned into her driveway and parked, and we went inside. Thankfully, her parents were out with some friends, probably drinking. I sat down at her table while she got my cake out of the fridge and cut it up. It looked amazing, double chocolate with chocolate chips in the frosting, my favorite cake on the planet. Add vanilla and chocolate ice cream, and I was practically orgasming over it.

Liv dimmed the lights and lit candles, and we dug in. The candlelight made it very romantic. She finally asked, "So, birthday boy, how'd you like clubbing?"

"It was great! Except for the dancing of course," I smiled. 

"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad!" she smiled too. 

"The slow dancing was. I looked like an idiot. I had no idea what the hell I was doing!"

"You actually weren't that bad. You kept the rhythm fine. We should do it again sometime!"

I choked on my mouthful of cake. "Aw hell no! Once was enough, Liv!"

We finished a good chunk of the cake, and went through a lot of ice cream too, talking and laughing. 

We were just cleaning up when Liv eventually said, "Was the cake any good?" 

I snorted. "You know the answer to that." 

"Good to know. I'll make it again soon." 

I looked at her in disbelief. "You made that? From scratch?"

She nodded with a smile. "That's a present in itself!"

"That must've taken you hours! Why go to all that trouble?" 

She got up and came over to me. I stood up and she hugged me. She finally looked at me and replied, "Isn't it obvious? Because I love you, Matt. I wanted my man to have a great birthday. I'm also trying to top what you did on mine last year," she laughed. We spent the weekend of her birthday last July at a hotel fucking like wild animals. Which I wrote about by the way, it's called Birthday Fun.

"Well, thank you. It's been a great birthday," I smiled.

She returned the smile. There was silence. She was gradually leaning in, her eyes darting from mine to my lips. She finally pressed her lips to mine, and gently kissed me. I kissed back, and before too long it was getting heated. She moaned loudly and pulled me closer, shoving her tongue in my mouth. I responded by pushing the plates and napkins aside and gently laying her down on the table. She reached up and pulled me down on top of her, and the make-out session resumed, just as intense as before. I was praying the table wouldn't collapse.

I finally pulled away with a smack and stood up. Before Liv could say anything, I picked her up, holding her by that gorgeous butt of hers, and carried her into her living room and set her down on the couch, kissing her furiously the whole way. 

We must've lay on her couch for a solid 10 minutes, lip locked and groping each other, her on top this time. I was so hard by this point, I thought my cock would rip a hole through my shorts. 

Liv suddenly pulled away and got off me, sitting up. "I'm gonna grab a beer. Want one?" 

"Sure. Thanks." I sat there alone for a minute until she came back, holding two glasses full of Sam Adams, my favorite beer. She handed me mine and sat down, kissing my cheek. I drained it and sat back with an arm around Liv. 

About 10 minutes later, I started to feel weird. My vision grew hazy and I was sweating heavily. What the hell? I thought. What's wrong with me? I looked down at my hands, which were all blurry. I stood up shakily. It's the beer. It must be the beer, I thought.

Liv noticed and sat up quickly. "Matt, are you alright?" I turned to look at her, and couldn't see her, my vision was so blurry. I tried to respond but found I couldn't. Liv was getting nervous now. "Matt, if this is a joke, stop it. It's not funny. You're scaring me!" The last thing I remember before passing out is her helping me into her room and onto her bed. 

I regained consciousness several hours later with an intense headache. I had no idea where I was. It was pitch black. Then it all came back to me, the club, my cake, passing out on Liv's bed. It didn't make sense. I'd drank beer dozens of times before, and I'd never passed out before. So why now? I tried to sit up, but found I couldn't. My hands and feet were tied. I noticed I was only wearing my boxers; all my other clothes were lying folded on a chair. "What the fuck?" I said, shaking my arms, trying to free them. In the process, I hit my arm on something. Cursing, I noticed my arms and legs weren't just bound, but tied to the headboard of a bed. Where the hell am I? I thought, looking around. My eyes were straining, but I thought I could just make out a picture on a dresser about 10 feet away. It looked an awful lot like me. It finally clicked. I was in Liv's room! But how the fuck did I wind up like this? 

I was shaken out of my thoughts by the door opening. "Oh, HELL no!" I exclaimed. I tensed up, expecting to see one of Liv's parents. How the hell would I explain this? 

But to my surprise, and relief, my girlfriend came in, holding candles. And holy shit, she looked sexy! She had obviously changed out of her clothes. She was wearing stockings and high heels with a skimpy, barely-there black bra. Her bellybutton piercing was glinting in the candlelight. To top it off, she was holding a whip and chains, as well as an entire bag of kinky objects.

I pretty much climaxed just looking at her. "Liv?!" I exclaimed in disbelief. 

"Oh good, you're up," she replied, completely casually, like this was a normal situation. Like she wasn't dressed like a pornstar and I wasn't lying on her bed, tied up and at her mercy. "I was starting to think I'd poisoned you." 

"What?" I replied, trying to sit up. 

She smiled. "I spiked your beer," then seeing the look on my face, she added quickly, "But only enough to knock you out for an hour or two." She paused and sat down at the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry for doing that. It was the only way I could think of to get you like this." 

I snorted. "Liv, if you wanted my cock, all you had to do was ask." 

She smiled mischievously. "Oh believe me, I do. But not yet. I'm gonna make you beg for it, baby. You'll be on your knees, pleading for release. After I'm done on my knees, of course." She winked and got up, still holding the whip and other kinky items. She bent over me, being careful to make sure her rack was right in my face, and whispered, "I wasn't sure what to get you for your birthday. So I decided to give you my body. I figured you would want some pussy on your special day. Am I right, baby?" 

I didn't reply. I was too busy trying to lick her tits through her bra, but she'd been careful to keep them just out of my tongue's reach. Fuck! 

She noticed and recoiled. "Whoa! Slow down there, birthday boy! I said I was gonna make you work for it." She leaned in again, flaunting her boobs, "You want these-" she stuck them in my face again and pulled away before I could react, "-or this," she turned away and bent over, giving me a view of her perfect ass, "-you've gotta earn it." She smiled sadistically and leaned in and kissed me, with just a hint of tongue, just enough to drive me crazy with lust, before pulling away. She reached in the bag and came out with a massive smirk on her face, holding duct tape.

I instantly knew what was coming and tried to shrink away. "Fuck no! Liv, please! These bindings are bad enough!"

She smiled in response and proceeded to tape my mouth closed, despite my resistance. She went over to her iPod speakers and pressed play, and the song "She Will" by Lil Wayne came on. She proceeded to give me a very erotic lap dance, rubbing various body parts all over me and sticking them in my face. 

I said something unintelligible through the duct tape as the song ended. She laughed and said, "What was that, baby? You'll have to speak up. I can't hear you through that duct tape." She came over and peeled it off with a smile. 

I groaned in frustration and said, "This no touching thing is killing me!" 

Liv's next kinky idea involved whipped cream. She left the duct tape off this time, and kissed a path from my mouth down to my dick. I was as hard as a fucking rock by this point. Slowly, painfully slowly, she grabbed my boxers with her teeth and pulled them down around my knees. I groaned in frustration and closed my eyes. I was lucky I had jacked off earlier today, otherwise I'd have lasted about 5 seconds! 

I opened them again to the sight of her squirting whipped cream down the same path she had just kissed down my body. She started licking it off sensually. From my neck down, of course, instead of from my dick up, like she knew damn well that I wanted. I groaned and said, "Shit. Couldn't you start from the other end?"




A Birthday to Remember



She looked up with a smile, about to lick whipped cream from my stomach. "Of course not, silly. That would ruin the fun!" She resumed the torture, starting on my inner thigh now. 

I stared at her. "You're fucking loving this, aren't you? Torturing me." She didn't reply, only nodded slightly and looked up at me with a smirk. I groaned again and moaned with pleasure into the pillow as she finally, finally, took my cock in her mouth. I couldn't remember ever wanting to get off so badly. 

But Liv was well aware of this and, after about 5 seconds, removed my dick from her mouth before I could get too into it. What she did next surprised me. She stood up and unhooked her bra, dropping it to the side. She leaned over my still rigid cock and started tit fucking me. I'd had sex with her 3 previous times in our 2+ years of dating (on my birthday last year, on hers last July, and once to make up after a huge fight we'd had) but this was the first time I'd ever stuck my dick between her rack. It felt weird at first, like I was fucking bags of sand, but I got used to it fast and was soon loving it. Especially when she opened her mouth, so with every thrust, the tip of my cock went in her mouth, driving me crazy. I wasn't far from busting now, and I wanted nothing more than to lose these bindings on my hands and grope every part of Liv I could reach. 

Of course, being the tease that she was, she stopped after another 10 seconds and stood up. I groaned frustratedly. "Liv, for God's sake, just finish the job! You're driving me insane! Please, baby! I'm begging you!"

She walked over and kissed me hard. "Had enough?" she whispered. 

"Fuck yes! Come on, cut me loose!" 

She paused. "Alright. You've earned it." She stepped back and took off her thong, before leaning over me, putting her boobs right in my face yet again, and cutting the bindings off my wrists. I wasted no time groping and squeezing every inch of skin in my reach and kissing her fiercely. This skin-on-skin contact felt amazing. I sat up on the edge of the bed with Liv sitting on my lap, her legs wrapped around me, kissing her like my life depended on it, running my hands through her hair and up and down her back, holding her close in a bone-crushing grip. 

She finally pulled away and pushed me down on the bed. She hovered over me and impaled herself on my dick, after what seemed like an eternity of waiting. I inhaled sharply, trying to restrain myself, as that familiar warm, wet sensation engulfed my cock, almost making me blow right then and there. Liv moaned and closed her eyes, going to town. I held her waist and closed my eyes in ecstasy. My cock felt mind-blowing sliding in and out of her pussy, especially since I was already on the brink. It took every ounce of my strength to contain myself. We had to switch positions. I'd last literally another 5 seconds in this one. 

Liv must've sensed this, so she got off me and got down on her hands and knees, presenting me with her fabulous ass. I kneeled on the bed and jammed my dick back in her snatch. Again, I had to fight to restrain myself, slowly thrusting into her, making her moan softly and tense her muscles. This went on for about another minute. I wanted something more romantic and passionate than doggy style. 

I sat down on the edge of the bed. Liv sat on my lap facing me, and again, in my dick went. I inhaled sharply as her pussy walls massaged my cock. It was all I could do not to bust a nut right there. Liv slowly sat down on my lap, both of us loving the feeling of my cock burying itself in her inch by agonizing inch. She moaned and breathed seductively, "Is this what you want? For your birthday?"

I just moaned in response, fighting my impending climax.

This was the position I wanted to climax in, something romantic and sensual. Liv wrapped those long, gorgeous legs of hers around my waist, driving my cock even deeper. She started rocking back and forth slowly, kissing me deeply and throwing her arms around me, pretty much crushing my ribcage. I never wanted this to end. The candlelight only added to the passion and romance. I returned the kissing enthusiastically, as well as holding her tightly, both of us covered in sweat and moaning softly. My dick soon hit her G-spot, and must've sent her over the edge, because she held me even tighter, crushing her body against mine, shaking violently and tensing up. Her pretty hazel eyes were closed and her mouth was open in a silent scream as waves of pleasure consumed her, finally finishing me off too. I had hit the point of no return, and we both knew it.

I groaned and said, "Liv! I can't hold it any longer! Oh, Christ. Ohhhhh!!" I shuddered and hugged her tightly, both hands on her back, and erupted inside her. Buckets and buckets of cum exploded out of my cock. Easily the best orgasm I've ever had. All the constant teasing and stop-and-go foreplay had finally paid off. We just sat there for a while, holding each other in a death grip, letting our breathing and heart rates calm down. 

Liv finally opened her eyes and took her head off my shoulder with a satisfied smile. "Happy birthday. I love you," she kissed my mouth and hugged me again. 

"Thanks babe. I love you too. That was incredible." I smiled and lay down on her bed, exhausted. I wasn't even pissed at her for spiking my beer. How could I be, knowing why she did it?

She crawled up to eye level and kissed me hard before getting up and starting to dress. She paused after putting on her shorts and tank top. With a smile she looked at her tank top and shorts and said, "Fuck this," and took them off again, back to her skimpy bra and stockings. With a wink, she said, "Just for you. On your birthday." I wasn't complaining. The view was amazing! 

I dressed and we went back to her kitchen and finished the rest of the cake. She's an amazing cook, one of her many desirable qualities. It was getting late by this point, approaching midnight, and her parents still weren't back. They must party as hard as college kids do! 

We were both bored, so we decided to go in her hot tub. Liv changed into a very sexy white bikini, a present from me on her birthday last year, and I just wore my boxers, the closest thing I had to a bathing suit. It was surprisingly nice, sitting there talking about anything and everything and drinking beer. As a bonus, getting my girlfriend tipsy usually made her horny.

Sure enough, she drained her 3rd beer and floated over to me, tossing the can over the side onto the grass. She started rubbing my thigh and kissing me very wetly and sloppily. Before long, her bikini top came off. It didn't make much difference though, her perfect 34C tits were already falling out of it. I bought the bikini knowing damn well what it would look like on her. Let's just say I made a nice choice! See-through fabric certainly helped. 

Before I knew it, my boxers were off, and like all the beer cans, tossed over the side onto the grass. I stood up, the water up to my thighs, stiff as a board, and she took me in her mouth. It wasn't long before my knees almost gave out from the pleasure. If I didn't know her, I would gamble that she was a pornstar, how good she was with her mouth, both for blowjobs and kissing. The alcohol in her made this blowjob rather sloppy and messy, but it was still great. Especially when she started humming softly and swirling her tongue around the shaft and flicking it over the tip, making me literally moan out loud. I finally blasted in her mouth with a groan and sat down shakily. She took a few seconds to swallow it all. Then she sat on my lap and proceeded to give me this ferocious kiss, putting everything she had into it and crushing our bodies together. It lasted literally about 45 seconds. Like the hummer, it was very wet and sloppy, but amazing. I loved her too much for words, and still do. 

She finally pulled away slowly and said, "Happy birthday again, Matt. Hope it was great."

I smiled. "It was. Thanks for everything, baby. I love you." I pecked her lips and smiled again. 

"I love you too. You've made me the happiest girl on the planet. I want you to know that." 

"You don't have to tell me that, Liv. I think I got that," I smiled. 

The rest of the night passed quickly. I left soon after, making sure to thank her for everything and giving her a long kiss goodbye. Her parents still weren't home when I left, around 2 that morning. 

I was woken up the next day by my phone. Liv had texted me, "Heyy bf  thinking of going out to breakfast. You in?"

I responded, agreeing. She picked me up and off we went. The food was great. My girlfriend, being the horny minx she was, made sure to order plenty of sausage, and look me dead in the eye while eating it. She paid, insisting it was a late birthday present. We went back to her house after and hung out. And unsurprisingly, I got more head from her, this time in the shower. Her blowjobs are arguably better than pussy. No joke. And lucky for me, she liked giving them. I'd be happy with just a good hummer from her for my birthday. Pussy is just a bonus! 

She eventually drove me home later that day, so I could pack and get back to college before Monday classes the next day. She walked me up the driveway. I turned to open the door. I looked back at her and caught her looking at me with a faint smile. I started, "What's so f-"

She pounced on me and pushed me against the wall, kissing me like there was no tomorrow and shoving her tongue in my mouth. I was surprised but didn't resist, and was soon enjoying the make-out session. She finally stopped and pulled away, breathing hard, and whispered, "My handsome boy is all grown up. I just can't believe it." She smiled and added, "I was holding that in all day by the way," referring to the kiss she just gave me. 

I smiled. "You really are an animal with shit like that. But I love you anyway."

She smiled too and brushed a hair out of my eye. "I know, and I love you too." She paused and hugged me. "I'm gonna leave now. I'll see you later, back on campus. Bye." She grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me in for another kiss, taking my hands and placing them on her ass, really leading me on, kissing me just long enough to turn me on, before pulling away with a wet smack and a smirk on her face. And I mean a real kiss. Not just a peck on the lips, a full-blown oral assault. 

I smiled. "Wow, that was one hell of a goodbye kiss."

She raised an eyebrow jokingly. "You're not questioning my kissing skills, are you?"

"Of course not. Just saying." I smiled and hugged her goodbye. "Now get out of here. Bye." I leaned in to kiss her but she stopped me. 

She looked up at me and said teasingly, "You're not getting shit from me now. You questioned my kissing ability, so too bad. When we get back to campus, I'm gonna punish you for that." She reached into her bag of college stuff and pulled out a length of rope, like the kind she used to tie me up last night. She laughed at the horrified expression on my face and said, "Alright, alright! I'm going now. For real this time." She hugged me and said bye for the millionth time, before turning and walking down the driveway to her car, a Volkswagen Jetta, making sure to flaunt her ass the whole way. 

I smiled to myself and went inside to pack. My parents dropped me off on campus later that day. That's what sucks about being a freshman at my college, not being allowed to take a car. And sure enough, Liv punished me like she promised. But not by tying me up and being a tease. She made me kiss her mouth until my jaw literally fell asleep. Apparently, that was supposed to teach me not to question her oral talents. Did it work? Maybe. I might tease her about that the next time she's sucking me off. God knows what the punishment would be then! 

*

That concludes the story of my 19th birthday weekend, arguably better than my 18th (which is a whole different episode of erotic shit altogether, with my dear girlfriend at her sensual best. It's called Best Birthday Ever, check it out if you haven't already). Thanks for reading. 



A Birthday to Remember



Thanks to Cheer_Smartie526 for editing this story.

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The day finally arrived. It was her birthday. We had talked about doing this for some time now but never agreed on a time or when we actually wanted it to take place. It was put on the backburner several times. Then I came up with a suggestion, unknown to her. I decided to announce it on her special day.

Michelle is very beautiful. To me, she is one of the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. A gorgeous body, beautiful long hair, and legs to die for. Our first meeting was at a lecture while in college. I sat down next to her and she said hello to me for the first time. That beautiful soft voice attracted me to her instantly. I looked up at her and said hello in response and we locked eyes. We looked at each other for a moment but it seemed like an eternity. She smiled at me and I smiled back. When I looked down towards her hands, I noticed she was holding part of a newspaper, the Home Rental section. At the time, I was also looking for a new place to live so I introduced myself. 

"My name is Shawn." I stammered.

She responded, "Michelle, nice to meet you." 

I informed her that I was looking for a new place to live and if she needed a roommate, I would be more than happy to share a place with her. I gave her one of my cards and we returned our attention to the lecture. A few days later she called me and took me up on my offer. The house that she wanted to rent was a 3 bedroom home, already furnished. She asked me to help her look for a third person to occupy the third room in order to help keep costs down. We both screened applicants and if one of us didn't agree on a person, it was a "no go." After several days of applicants, we finally found someone. Keith. A very polite and, at the same time, funny gentleman. At his interview, he had brought a cup of coffee with him. The top wasn't on very tight so when he went to take drink, it poured down his shirt. We all laughed and he said, "If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have any luck at all." Of course more laughter followed after that. From that time forward, we became roommates. 

Over the course of the next 2 years, the three of us became really close. We could talk about anything. We became very open with each other, especially when it came to sex. One evening while we were eating dinner, the topic of having sex with more than one person at a time came up. Just as a conversation piece, Michelle said, "Has any of you ever slept with more than one person at a time in the same night?" Now we always have interesting conversations when we're eating and this was definitely no acception. 

Keith responded, "I came close one time. It would have been with two girls too but one got sick from the party that we were at so the other girl drove her home." 

I never even came close so I blurted out "no, I haven't, although I wish that I have." 

"Would u rather have two girls or another guy and girl?" Michelle asked with a smile. 

I said, "It really doesn't matter to me but don't get me wrong. I'm not gay by any means but I wouldn't mind sharing either." 

"What about u Keith? Are you strictly a two girl, one guy man?" 

Keith paused for a moment and then said, "You know, I could go along with either myself. Although, if there was another guy involved, he would have to be trustworthy. No blabbermouth. Talk concerning the threesome would have to stay within the group." 

There was a small pause after that and then I said, "So what about you Michelle? Have u ever had a threesome before?" 

She laughed, "No, but have thought about it quite often. Never really ran across the right set of people though." 

We continued on with dinner talking about different things throughout the meal that night. During the next year or so, the topic of a threesome would pop up more and more, pretty much on a regular basis. Both Keith and I are very attracted to Michelle and Michelle was also attracted to both of us which she stated to each of us on several different occasions. I knew her birthday was coming up soon, so I said to Keith, "Let's give Michelle a birthday that she has never had before." 

"Ok. What do u have in mind?" 

I said, "A threesome." 

Keith's eyes just about popped out of his head. "A threesome?" He stammered.

"Yes", I responded. "She's attracted to the both of us and we to her. We know each other and we're very comfortable with each other. We talk about threesomes constantly. We know she wants to have one just as much as we do. She has stated that to us several times, together and separately. So what do you think? Want to sit down together and ask her if she's willing to do this with us?" 

Keith thought for a moment, "Sure. Count me in." 

I said, "There's just one thing. If she agrees, we can't tell her we have it planned for her birthday." 

Keith said, "Sure, that's not a problem." 

When we were sitting down eating dinner that night, I popped the question to her. Michelle looked at the both us with a glow in her eyes that I had never seen before. I don't know if Keith saw it or not, but I did. She had a small grin on her beautiful face as she agreed to the threesome. The three of us talked a little more about it, mainly discussing when it should take place, making sure all three of us would be home on a specific day. During the discussion of this, a day was never settled upon, at least as far as Michelle knew. 

I arrived at home and they were sitting at the dinner table. 

"Hey Shawn. We just sat down to eat." Michelle said. 

"Great. I'm hungry," I said in response. I was hungry for more than just food. I had anticipated this night for some time now. I sat down at the table and asked how everyone's day went. 

Keith said, "I did pretty much nothing today. I was off from work so I became a lounge potato. I did muster some energy to do some inside cleaning though." 

Michelle responded, "Not much on my end. I picked up some things while I was out earlier but other than that, my day was uneventful." 

We talked about several different things while eating as we usually do. When we finished dinner, the three of us changed into our night clothes and sat on the couch with Michelle in the middle, each of us with a glass of wine. I started the conversation with a smile, "Both Keith and I have a birthday present that we would like to give to you tonight." 

With a giggle, she responded, "I thought you two had forgotten what day this was. I was about to call the President and suggest that you two be demoted." With that, we all laughed. 

I continued, "With your permission, Keith and I would like to have a threesome with you tonight. We would be your birthday present." 

Her breathing stopped for a second as she looked at the both of us. The approval was in her eyes before she even said yes. With a smile, she responded, "Oh my goodness! You two definitely didn't forget my birthday this year as I thought." Ok, but I'm sure you two knew that I wouldn't say no as well." 

We both said yes in unison. We finished our wine and then I proceeded to make the first move. I put my hand on her face and kissed her gently and passionately on the lips. Keith started kissing the length of her neck and nibbling at her ear. She let it all happen, allowing us complete control of her body. Keith and I proceeded together. I pleasured one-half of her body while Keith pleasured the other half. She leaned back on the couch and accepted us completely. I gently slid my hand around her neck and down her night gown, brushing over her breast and hardened nipple, looking in her beautiful eyes as I did this. I proceeded to her stomach and then to her leg while kissing her once more. 

Keith moved down her body in accord with me. She spread her legs, inviting us to continue. Moving back up her body, I started kissing the side of her neck and worked my way down to her breast and nipple. I sucked on her hardened nipple through her night gown and Keith was doing same. Moans of satisfaction escaped her lips as we took our time to pleasure her. She never wore a bra under her night gown so the friction of the shear material on her nipples made her body quiver. 

While sucking on her nipple through the night gown, I slid my hand down to her leg once more and caressed it while moving back up to her pussy. I reached under her night gown and started massaging her pussy through her panties. She was wearing a thong. Perfect. As I slid my hand up and down, I could feel her wetness soaking her thong. 

"Oh yes," she moaned as I moved a finger inside her thong and between her pussy lips, sliding my finger up and down and paying close attention to her clit, using her wetness to stimulate her clit even more. She was breathing more heavily now, lost in the pleasure. While I was sucking on her nipple and messaging her pussy, Keith was kissing her deeply and gently rubbing and pinching her other nipple. He then worked his mouth back to her breast and proceeded to suck on her nipple once more. I finally moved a finger inside her. She was so wet and tight. She grunted and moan while opening her legs even farther, allowing me complete access to her pussy. 

I started out finger fucking her slowly, her wetness dripping on my finger and legs. I reached my thumb inside her thong and rubbed her clit in unison with my finger sliding in and out of her pussy. Increasing the speed of my finger and thumb, she began to arch her back. Her moans became louder and I knew she was almost ready to climax. I removed my finger and thumb, not wanting her to orgasm yet.

"Please, more. I want more," she begged. 

"You're going to get more sweetie. I promise. This is just the beginning" I said. I reached underneath her night gown to remove her thong. I pulled them down her legs and from around her ankles and laid them on the floor. Keith also stopped sucking on her nipple. I left the room for a moment and returned with a blindfold. 

"From this point until we're finished, you won't see who is doing what to you." 

"Oh my goodness!" she breathed. I kissed her passionately on the lips, then moved behind her and proceeded to put the blindfold on her, her breathing quickening in anticipation. 

After the blindfold was secured, we both took an arm and stood her up. We lifted the night gown over her head and let it fall to the floor. She was totally naked now wearing only the blindfold. She looked so beautiful standing there, her mouth partly open, breathing heavily, wondering what was coming next. Every time she took in a breath, her breast would lift, her nipples pointing outward, ready to be sucked again. Her pussy, cleaned shaven, was dripping with her juices. We sat her back down on the couch and walked away from her. 

"Wait, where are u two going", she asked. 

"Don't move from the couch. We're right here," I said. We took our clothes off and walked back over to the couch. She was sitting upright the way we left her. Keith and I each took one of her hands and placed it on our cocks. We were both hard and she moan in satisfaction. She needed no instruction. 

She took me in her mouth greedily, sucking hard and stroking me with her hand at the same time. She stroked Keith's cock with the same motion. It felt so good to finally have her mouth wrapped around my cock. I put her hand to her side and grabbed the back of her head. I fucked her mouth and throat like there was no tomorrow. My balls would slap her chin every time I went deep in her throat. She gagged from me fucking her mouth but she never stopped sucking. She loved it just as much as I did. I pulled her mouth away so Keith could take control of her mouth. He fucked her mouth just as hard as I did, allowing her to gulp in air on occasion. All she could do was moan her approval while she had her mouth full with cock. 

We pulled away and leaned her back on the couch. Keith walked to the back of the couch and I position myself between her legs. I grabbed both her ankles and pushed them toward the back of the couch. Keith took them from me and pulled them back the rest of the way, spreading her legs nice and wide in the process. I slid her down on the couch so that part of her ass was hanging off. Her pussy was so inviting. I lowered myself and began licking her pussy. Her taste and smell were intoxicating. I sucked and licked on her pussy lips and clit. 

"Oh my gosh! Yes, yes! You're going to make me cum so hard!" she cried. 

I sucked even harder on her clit and rolled it between my lips as I proceeded to tongue fuck her. She couldn't hold back anymore. She arched her back, "I'm coming in your mouth, unnggg!" She strained against Keith's grip but he held her in place with her legs nice and wide. Her head was moving from side to side as I continued. 

"I'm going to cum again! Oh my gosh! I'm going to cum again. Unnggg!" she moaned. I moved my face away and position the head of my cock to the opening of her pussy lips. She was still breathing hard from cumming as I thrust my cock inside her. 

She grunted, "You're so big! You're stretching me so good baby!" Keith let go of both ankles for a moment and grabbed both wrist to pull them over her head. I pushed her legs back toward him once more so he could grab her ankles again as well. Now he had both her ankles and arms. He pushed her legs down so that her knees were touching the bottom couch cushion on both sides of her. I braced myself against the couch cushions behind her and fucked her hard and deep. I buried my cock inside her with each thrust. Her pussy juice was dripping down the crack of her ass and my cock and balls were drenched. 

"Fuck me, fuck me! Don't stop! Please don't stop! Unnggg, I'm cumming all over your cock, unnggg!" she cried out. 

Her pussy clenched my cock and spasmed. I fucked her hard and deep, making her cum several times. I pulled out of her and walked around to the back of the couch where Keith was standing. I took hold of her ankles and wrist while Keith moved to the front. She was breathing so hard, she could hardly speak. 

"I don't know how much more I can take! I came so hard so many times!" she panted. Keith was in front of her now and by the time she spoke her last words, Keith plunged deep inside of her. 

"Unh! Oh my gosh, yes! More, more, I can take more! Fuck me hard baby! Fuck me hard!" 

With that, Keith rammed into her hard and deep and she came instantly. "Holy shit, yes! I'm cumming!" Trying to catch her breath, she barely spoke the words. Her head was franticly moving from side to side as he continued to fuck her to several more orgasms. He pulled out of her and I let go of her ankles and wrists. Her arms and legs dropped to the couch as she fell limped, catching her breath. We weren't done just yet. We helped her off the couch and led her to her bedroom. We put her on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed and position a pillow in front her. I bent her down so that her head was resting on the pillow and her arms to the side of her. Her ass was in the perfect position for her finale birthday fuck. 

Keith positioned himself along me. Her asshole was pointing straight at me. Keith began rubbing her clit, applying small amounts of pressure. It didn't take her long before she was ready to cum again. He slowed his motion so that she wouldn't just yet. I wet my finger with her pussy juices and messaged her asshole. 

"Oh baby! That feels so good!" she purred. When her ass was dripping with her own juices, I pushed my finger inside her ass while Keith increased his speed on her clit. "Oh my gosh! I've never felt anything like this before!" she moaned. In response, I buried my finger deep in her ass and finger fucked it for a few minutes. She was moaning and writhing as she was nearing an orgasm. I slipped two wet fingers in and continued. Right when she was about to cum, I pulled my fingers out and Keith slowed down. 

I reached over to the dresser where there was some Vaseline and lubed my cock. Keith was still rubbing her clit. I position the head of my cock in front of her asshole, grabbed her waist and pushed forward. She made a loud gasp as the head of my cock opened her up and popped in. Keith rubbed her clit franticly. She came loudly. At that moment, I pushed forward and buried every inch in her ass. Her head rose off the pillow, her mouth open, gasping for air as she continued to cum. Grasping her waist, I rammed my cock deep in her ass with long fast strokes. She came so hard that she passed out for a moment and awoke still cumming. She was moaning and whimpering, begging me not to stop and I didn't. Finally, I couldn't hold it anymore. 

I plowed her ass while Keith rubbed her clit like a man possessed. Michelle and I exploded with great intensity as I filled her ass up with cum. Her whole body was shaking while she gasped for breath. I held her tight with my cock buried deep inside her ass until we both stopped spasming. She went limp and laid flat on the bed as I pulled out of her. Keith and I switched positions. Keith lubed his cock, got on top of her, and plunged deep in her ass as I reached under her to rub her clit hard and fast. 

"Unnggg! I'm cumming again! Oh my gosh, I'm cumming again, unnggg!" Keith fucked her until they both came, with Keith filling her ass up with his cum as well. Sprawled on her bed with our combined cum seeping from her ass, she had no more energy left. Keith and I cleaned up in the bathroom and I brought a wash cloth and towel for Michelle. I removed the blindfold and we cleaned her gently. All three of us laid on her bed, each of us on either side of her. 

"Happy birthday Michelle" I said, right before we went to sleep.



A Birthday to Remember



I had known Jon for about 3 years. He was a partner at my firm and was in his late 40s. An attractive man, he had the build of a football player, and didn't look a day over 40. He had this boyish charm about him that made him fun to be around and easy to talk to. As a result, he became a mentor and confidante to me, and one that I very much relied on as I navigated my way through the company. I was in my late 20s, and was well on my way up the corporate ladder. I was fantastic at my job, so my upward trajectory had nothing to do with my looks which are certainly more than passably attractive.

Jon liked to have a good time, so he often took the team out for dinner and drinks, sometimes leading to late nights at the bar, tequila shots, and raging hangovers for all. On my 30th birthday, a small group of us had gone out for celebratory drinks, Jon included. I hadn't seen him in several weeks, so I was happy to spend much of the evening catching up with him. There were some things going on at work that I had been wanting to talk to him about to get his advice. 

After a few hours of work talk, the rest of the group started looking for more entertaining pursuits. We ended up at a piano bar with live music and strong drinks. At one point most of us went up on stage to sing a less than on tune version of Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar On Me. A slower song came on as we were hopping down off the stage and as Jon reached up to assist me down the steps, I kept hold of his hand and urged him to dance with me. A proficient ballroom dancer, Jon twirled me around making me laugh with delight. Too much of a type A personality, I normally find it difficult not to lead, but Jon made it seem easy. 

After closing down one bar, we made our way to the 'late night' haunts that Jon and I had frequented all too many times. The rest of the group had bailed, claiming it was too late, so it was just the two of us. At this point, I will admit to having consumed more than enough alcohol to qualify me as pretty darn drunk.

At one point a young couple approached us and introduced themselves. We chatted politely for some minutes before the guy blurted out ' my girlfriend thinks you really hot." It took me a beat before I realized that he was talking to me rather than Jon. I smiled at the compliment. The girl in question was pretty. She had long brown hair and the kind of flawless white skin that made her look like a doll. For whatever reason, perhaps for the shock factor, perhaps because it was my birthday, I don't know exactly what my reason was - I leaned forward and kissed her. 

It wasn't my first time having kissed a girl, though I prefer men to women in the bedroom. The kiss was nice. Her lips were soft and smelled faintly of strawberries from her lip gloss. I pulled away, licking away the lipstick that had transferred over to my mouth. I glanced around and realized that we had attained an audience. Half of the bar had turned their attention to the two girls kissing. A bit concerned about Jon's reaction, I glanced at him and was met by what I can only describe as an exasperated look, gentled by a slight smile. As if he could expect nothing less from me. There was nothing in his expression that resembled the unbridled lust that was radiating from the other men in the room.

Shortly thereafter, I decided to call it a night. Jon ordered a car and accompanied me back to my apartment. I found nothing out of the ordinary with this. Ever the father figure, Jon had done the same thing several times previous - preferring to make sure I get safely home before heading home himself. Only once, and we had both been really drunk at the time, had he ever done anything to cross the line of friendly co-workers to something more. That time, he had tried to talk me into going to his apartment to see some new gadget he had purchased. I politely declined, and we'd never spoken of it again. 

As we got into the car, the late hour finally caught up with me. Yawning, I comfortably leaned against Jon's shoulder as the car navigated the darkened streets of the city. Again, this was not out of the ordinary. I had always been very comfortable around Jon (probably due to how often we'd been crammed into the back seat of a taxi together). He gently stroked my hair away from my face and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. There was nothing sexual in his action, just a comforting gesture that I had grown accustomed to (particularly while out drinking with him). 

We sat comfortably in silence for the duration of the trip and before I knew it we were pulling up to my building. Jon got out first, and then helped me out of the car. Usually he would wait until I got inside before pulling away. This time was different. He took my elbow and escorted me to the door of my building. The taxi pulled away as we stepped into the entryway. I was curious but not exactly upset over this development. I had never really considered Jon in a sexual way. He was a great friend, certainly, someone I very much trusted. We entered the building in silence and I let him into my condo. 

"Thanks for inviting me in," he said, with a grin. 

"Didn't really give me much of a choice, did you?" was my tongue in cheek reply. 

Choosing to ignore him standing, large as life, in my foyer, I dumped my purse off on the counter and dropped my keys into the bowl by the door. As I made to move past him down the hallway that led to the bathroom and bedroom, he snagged my arm and pulled me to a stop in front of him. I refused to look him in the face, and instead stared with unreasonable interest at the tiled floor. With a sigh, he lifted his hand to my chin and raised my gaze to meet his own. His eyes were warm, but cautious as he searched my face for... something. Uncomfortable with his scrutiny, I nervously wet my lips with my tongue and watched his eyes flick down to my mouth to watch the action. 

"I want to kiss you." His voice was soft, yet firm. His fingers were solid on my chin, still holding my face in place. He gently smoothed them down my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear. 

"It is not a good idea." I jerked my face away, and took a step back to distance myself from him. What followed was a litany of reasons why him kissing me was a bad idea. Top of the list was the fact that he was, technically, my boss. 

He listened while I rattled off my list, saying nothing until I had wound down. "Are you done?" he asked. 

I opened my mouth to reply, but was met instead with his lips as he covered my mouth with his own. Too shocked to do anything but stand there, my brain started to register details. He smelled like aftershave and a hint of cologne. His lips were soft on mine, nipping lightly at my mouth. When I didn't resist, he took the kiss deeper and I felt his tongue flick out to seek entry. With a sigh, I let him in and kissed him back with surprising passion. I lifted my hands and tangled them in his hair, pulling him harder against me. My body arched into his, loving the feel of his larger masculine frame against mine. at 5'7'' I am tall enough that not too many guys make me feel small or feminine, but he did. 

Without waiting for permission, he lifted me into his arms and strode purposefully down the hallway to my room. Never mind that he had never been there before, he unerringly found the right room (it was a small one bedroom, so he had a 50/50 chance of getting it right). He placed me on the bed and crawled on top of me, placing kisses along my clothed stomach, chest, and neck until he reached my mouth once more. 

With little finesse or fanfare, Jon yanked up my dress and his fingers found me wet and waiting. Even I was shocked at the extent of my arousal. My body apparently recognized what my mind had not. I was seriously attracted to this man. 

Impatient with the layers of clothing impeding us, Jon pulled away long enough to strip down to his boxers. I returned the favor, pulling off my dress and bra, leaving me in nothing but the sexy black lace panties that I favor. Jon said nothing, but the look of male appreciation was evident in his expression. He pulled my panties off of my hips and tossed them onto the floor and in a single motion he thrust two fingers into my heat. He stroked me roughly, and my hips followed the thrust of his hand seeking more. With his free hand he plucked at my hardened nipples with delightful pleasure/pain and soothed the ache with the wet heat of his mouth. It felt amazing, but it wasn't enough for me to orgasm and I told him so.

Jon pulled away to remove his final article of clothing, and held himself above me. This time I met his gaze without hesitation. "Put my cock in your pussy." The dirty words turned me on unbelievably, but I wanted to play.

Boldly, I stuck out my chin and replied, "make me." 

"Make you?" confusion and some hesitation entered his voice, but I held his gaze and nodded. "Make me." 

I pushed my hips upward and twisted, not to help him in his effort but rather to buck his body weight off of mine. Quickly he understood the game, and his hands grasped my wrists - hard manacles of flesh and bone. Pulling my arms above my head, Jon anchored my wrists with one of his hands, leaving his other hand free. I struggled to escape but his grip was firm. So easily caught, but thankfully Jon didn't rush things. He stopped to play with my nipples again, squeezing them with his fingers and watching the rosy peaks harden. My hips arched up again, though at this point I wasn't sure if i was trying to buck him off, or invite him in. Probably a mix of both. 

I could feel his cock resting against my hip, pulsing with heat. Finally, he moved his hand from my breasts, and stroked them down my stomach and between my legs. Again, he did the unexpected. He pushed his fingers into me again, driving my excitement even higher. My arms were still pinned above my head, and I could feel sweat start to bead between my breasts. My hips arched into his hand, closer now to my orgasm than I had expected, but still needing more. 

Finally, he lowered his hips between my legs, pushed the head of his cock against my wet opening, and thrust hard. We both grunted with the effort, and I met his gaze as he held himself still inside me for a brief moment. I wrapped my legs around his hips, but he reared back and, letting go of my wrists, untangled my legs. He grasped my thighs and pushed them back and apart, towards my stomach. I was completely open to him, and he took swift advantage. 

There was no gentleness to his fevered thrusts. This was a fucking, pure and simple. And I loved it. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me hard to meet his own. My hands clawed at his back, pulling him closer, urging him to go faster, harder. I could hear the wet slapping sounds of his hips against mine in time with the banging of my headboard against the wall. Orgasm rushed upon me and took me by surprise. My inner walls tightened around him, and as the last waves of pleasure cascaded over me, Jon thrust once, twice, three more times before finding his own release. 

Our skin cooling, we fell asleep in each other's arms, waking several times in the night to find release again.

When I saw him the next day, I was on my way out of town to visit a client. We chatted for a few moments and then said our goodbyes. He pulled me into his arms, pressing a quick kiss to my temple and I left with a smile and hopes of a repeat performance sometime soon.



A Birthday to Remember



Gina knew it was wrong and that she didn't want this she had never even kiss a woman and now her she was helpless being eaten out terrified but yet somehow she could feel herself getting wet. The pussy eating carried on for a while Gina was now so turned out she just couldn't understand what was happening.

She then heard the man's voice from earlier congratulating the pussy eater on a job well done and that it was now his turn, Gina felt the enormous head of a cock touching her pussy and forcing its way in, she was no virgin granted but she had never even imagined anything this big inside of her. 

The pain coupled with the fear was sending Gina's brain into overdrive would it just be this once and then she would be let go or was this it was she a slave for life. 

The thoughts soon stopped as the cock worked more into her and it began to fuck her hard, she felt a moan of pleasure building up inside her, was she actually enjoying this, she had always wondered what a big cock would feel like. 

Her pussy was getting wetter by the second and actually relaxing against its intruder which was now banging away hard and fast it felt as though an orgasm was building inside of her as the cock withdrew.

Next she heard the voice from earlier say and within a second another cock was inside her, not as big as the first but longer she felt like she was being impaled but again the feeling or orgasm began to build inside of her.

Gina then felt a mouth of both of her nipples this drove Gina wild she was thrashing around again but this time it was pleasure. pretty much all thoughts of fear had left her body by the time the 4th cock slammed its way into her pussy which was dripping with a mixture of her wetness and the cum of the last 2 fellas.

The hard round object from her mouth was removed and replace by a pussy sitting on her face, Gina decided she may as well eat it and it turns out from the moans and the very quick gush of wetness all over her face Gina was very good at eating pussy. 

After about an hour and goodness knows how many cocks in her and pussies on her face Gina felt something she had never felt before something was being slid into her butt, the panic returned she had never wanted anal she had feared it her entire life but this was a day where she had no choice at least it was kind of small.

The probing of her butt was slow and gentle and actually not as bad as she thought it would be in some way it was actually pleasurable. What was happening to her she was enjoying being fucked by strangers eating pussy and now anal was she actually a slut? 

The small dildo was now buzzing away in her ass as the cocks began again this feeling was driving her wild she was going to cum soon and hard, as the next cock shot its load deep in her Gina could not contain herself anymore and came harder than she had dreamt possible, she felt the dildo slide out of her butt as she came.

Gina's butt didn't stay empty for long though as a cock was fucking her pussy hard she felt the touch of a cock against her butt luckily it wasn't the enormous one she thought to herself as it began to slide into her, she could feel herself being stretched but this was amazing she could feel another orgasm building quickly, 2 at once was so good especially the feeling of someone Cumming in her butt. Gina felt another pussy on her face again as she felt the enormous cock head touching her but, was she ready for this, Gina held her breath as the head slipped inside her, 

Oh fuck she screamed her body awash with immense pain and unknown pleasure the monster was in her butt as a cock pounded her pussy.

She could hardly concentrate on eating the pussy as she slipped her tongue inside the pussy riding her face she felt the rest of the cock force its way deep into her butt and begin to fuck her hard, the orgasm that was building inside her was like nothing she had felt before.

One after the cock in her pussy filled her with cum then the pussy she was eating squirted a jet of cum all over her face, the cock in her butt exploded which sent Gina into a pleasure over drive causing her to squirt a fountain of cum all over the place.

She had never squirted before it was such a feeling she felt she may die. As Gina lay there a quivering wreck she could hear a lot of people stood around her it was the sound of people wanking it turned out because after a few minutes wave after wave of cum landed on Gina's body, she had no way of knowing how many cocks she had had that day but she knew she loved every one of them. Gina then felt something go over her mouth as she passed out. 

The next morning Gina awoke in her bed, had it all been a dream she thought to herself as she came round, looking over she noticed a card on top of her TV saying happy birthday with a DVD under it. Gina decided to put it on, it was her it hadn't been a dream, Gina lay back to watch her pussy swelling as soon as she saw the monster she began to pleasure herself knowing she was going to have to find this cock again as she now craved it in her butt.



A Birthday to Remember



We had been seeing each other for a few months and things were going, well, amazingly good. My birthday was a little while ago and April treated me to a nice birthday full of surprises and fun; so, I wanted to do something nice for her too, and help her celebrate with style and romance. We had gone out many times, stayed at her place often, and travelled together a few times; however, she had yet to visit my house at all. It was time to rectify that. 

But I didn't tell her that in advance. I just told her I would pick her up at 7 PM and I would take her to dinner. Since she likes it when I wear a suit, I told her that's what I would be wearing and suggested she wear a nice dress. 

I park in front of her place. I hold the dozen roses behind my back as I ring the door bell. When she opens the door she breaks out in a big smile and says, "Well hello you! My, don't you look dapper tonight."

I smile back at her and admire her in the black dress she is wearing, sleeveless, tight around the top, flaring out at the waist. In my mind I'm thinking, "Man, she is so pretty." Instead, I burst out with "Happy birthday darling!" Then I pull her close with one arm only, and give her a really good kiss. She keeps her lips to mine and I slip the rose bouquet into her hands.

She looks down and a grin spreads over her lips, then she looks back up with bright eyes and a beaming smile. "Thank you sweetheart, they're beautiful!" I just love to make her happy and see her smile like that.

"So we are going to dinner and where we are going is a surprise. But you have dressed perfectly for the occasion and, of course, I wore as suit as you requested. Now put your roses in a vase and let's scamper off."

She smiles and turns to go back in to get the flowers into a vase and I watch her ass move as she goes down her hallway to the kitchen. I think she may have given me a little extra shake or maybe she was just enthused, but, either way, I enjoyed every movement.

I wait at the door and she comes back, slips her hand in the crook of my arm and reaches to close the door behind her. "Where to, honey?" she inquires.

I open the car door, watch her get in, and make sure her dress is tucked in before I close the door firmly. I get in the driver's side and, as she is putting on her seat belt, I hand her a blindfold. The material is thick and opaque. "I hope this doesn't mess up your hair, but put this on."

She takes it while giving me a sideways look. "Before I do, what's this for?" she asks.

"So you can't see as we drive to dinner. You want it to be a surprise, don't you?" I reply. 

She gives me one of those quizzical looks that just drive me crazy and kind of nods. Then she puts the blindfold on, leans back, tilts her head back, and reaches across the console to take my right hand from the wheel, lacing her fingers with mine. "I hope you're a pro at driving one-handed," she softly says as she chuckles. 

We have some small talk and just chat about our day as I drive one-handed. We keep touching. Since she can't see, I think the tactile sense is important to make her feel comfortable. She traces hearts over the back of my hand. I look over and see her smiling to herself as she leans back and relaxes. Finally, we get to our destination and I park the car before getting out to open her door. "I'll help you out and once you are standing I'll untie the blindfold," I tell her. When she is out I remove the blindfold. "Do you know where we are?"

She looks over and smiles. "Hmmmm... your house?"

"Yes, I've brought you to my place for dinner. It's not a big fancy 3-star restaurant with a private dining room overlooking the city... is that okay?"

She slips her fingers up to stroke my cheek and smiles brightly into my eyes, "There is no place like home darling, and no place that I would rather be. Besides, I'm sure your cooking could beat any 3-star restaurant's cooking hands down." Her lips curl into one of her mischievous grins as she adds, "And we'll turn your place into our own private dining room."

I take her hand and lead her to the front door. While unlocking it, I whisper softly against her ear, "Well, I hope you will enjoy it. Come on in, baby." I open the door and there are rose petals strewn all over the floor in the entrance hall. 

She gives my hand the tightest squeeze and her mouth drops open as she glances around. Then she looks up to meet my eyes, her gleaming with happy tears, "This wonderful but you shouldn't have, honey. You really shouldn't have..."

I just smile. "Anything for you April, anything. Now let me get you something to drink... what would you like? I have a bit of everything...whatever your heart desires..."

She thinks for a moment before responding, "I'll have what you're having."

I come back with, "I'm going to have a Pepsi. Want one?" I grin at her knowing that we both like Coke and never drink Pepsi. 

She starts laughing. "You are such a fibber! Coke...or Diet Coke...or sparkling water. No Pepsi!"

"I have all of them. I'm going to pour a couple of champagne flutes with sparking water and some raspberry syrup. I do have champagne if you want some. It IS your birthday celebration after all."

"Let's go with the fizzy water. Champagne might make my clothes fall off."

I reply with a sexy grin, "Well if you insist, but, after you said that, I'd have hoped you'd have picked the champers. Ah, opportunities lost." 

With a teasing smile she answers, "Did I say that opportunity was lost?"

I pour a dash of syrup in, fill the flutes with bubbly water, and offer her a glass. We curl our arms around each other's as I offer a toast. "To the wonderful woman that I've come to know so well, on her birthday. Cheers!" 

As she clinks glasses with me she says, "And to you, the most amazing man in the world who makes every moment an adventure. Cheers!"

"Happy Birthday April!" We clink glasses and take a brief sip before engaging in a kiss. I pull her close with the hand that is not holding the glass. Really close. And it's a really good kiss. Not quite good enough to make her dress fall off, but good. She curls into my side, keeping her lips to mine, murmuring against them lightly as her fingers press into my back.

I break the kiss suddenly and tell her, "Now, we have to eat!"

She gives me a little pout, "Oh yes, food." 

"Come to my kitchen April. A few things have been readied in advance, but I have a few things to take care of." I slip off my jacket and put on my apron. I put on a pot of water and check the oven, "Good... good... appetizers are almost ready."

She slips behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist, just to be close but not inhibit my movements. 

'"I know how much you like Poptarts, but I just couldn't do that, so this is about as close to Poptarts as I could get without compromising all of my culinary integrity."

Then she peers around to see what I have taken out of the oven, and she gasps, "You seriously made spanakopita. And you put feta in them. I love those!" 

"Is this better than Poptarts?"

She looks up at me with sparkling eyes and gives me a teasing grin, "Actually there is nothing I would rather eat right now. Well... maybe one thing..."

She takes one and leans back against the counter, lifting it to my lips. I pick one up too. "Let's feed each other," I say. I take a bite of hers and I give her mine to taste.

She takes a bite and savors it. "The spanakopita is delicious," she says as she raises on her toes to brush her lips over mine, "and so are you." She slips her arm around my waist and tucks herself gently into my side.

I see that the water is boiling so I move to the stove, dump in some pasta and stir. "So did you guess what I made for dinner?"

She wrinkles her forehead with a quizzical look. "Well since you put pasta on the stove, umm... maybe spaghetti?

I shake my head. "Jeez I wouldn't just make you spaghetti for a birthday dinner! Give me a little more credit than that!" 

I take another bite of spanakopita, chew a little. "Hey these taste good! But not as good as you." And then I lean over and kiss her neck and add a little nibble too, making her sigh a bit.

She slips her fingers to the back of my head as my head tilts to the side. She closes her eyes as she feels my lips, sighing softly. "Mmm baby, that feels so amazing..."

I whisper in her ear as I kiss and nibble, "Do you have any idea how many times I thought about having my way with you right here on my kitchen counter?"

She raises an eyebrow, "Are you talking about just tonight? Maybe 5? 8? It can't be nearly as many times as I've thought about being taken by you like that, tonight or otherwise," 

I reluctantly remove my lips from her neck and hustle to the stove where the pasta is now ready. "Okay we need to have some dinner; the pasta is done and needs to come out. I'll take care of the final prep and get our main course ready. Would you go into the dining room and light the candles on the table?" 

She grabs my ass while I'm draining the pasta then picks up the grill lighter for lighting the candles before heading to the dining room. Glancing back over her shoulder, she smiles and says, "You know you look pretty hot when you are cooking."

I get the main course ready, take off my apron, and put my jacket back on. I bring out the dinner and place it on the table. She smiles as she figures it out. "Ahhhh it's your specialty - osso buco!" 

I smile as I begin to prepare our plates. I cut a few slices of the meat, serve some pasta, and then spoon out the savory juices on top of it all. I dim the lights so the room is now lit only by candlelight. I pull out her chair and, as she sits down, I just cannot resist a little pat on her ass as I push her chair in.

She bites her lip momentarily as she shakes her head, "That better not be the last time your hand is on my ass tonight, mister."

Chuckling, I reply, "Oh don't worry about that." I change the topic back to dinner as I take my seat too. "You've never had osso buco before, right?"

"I had never heard of it before you told me it was your special dish. You made it; so, I'm sure I'll like it. It smells delicious, baby." She inhales the savory smells, then leans over to brush her lips on my cheek as she settles into her chair. "Thank you, Alex, it all is so wonderful."

"I'm glad you like it April, I wanted to give you a special treat. One of many tonight I hope." 

We talk and eat and as always, just enjoying each other's company. 

When we finish dinner, I tell her that it's time for dessert. "I have to apologize, I have no birthday cake. But I do have ice cream...and lots of it! Let's get a bowl of ice cream to share and go into my living room. Would kind would you like?"

She tilts her head to the side in that adorable way I have grown used to and replies, "I'll have what you're having."

I chuckle slightly, "Then black raspberry it is. Why don't you go into the living room and get comfortable." I lead her into the living room." Would you prefer to sit with me on the couch by the fireplace? Or would you rather on the big rug on the floor and sit nearer to the flames?"

"Oh definitely the rug Alex," she replies and slips passed me with a teasing grin on her face. I watch intently as she stretches out on the soft carpet with her back propped up against the couch. . 

I quickly get the fire going strong and then retreat into the kitchen. I quickly put two scoops of ice cream in a bowl for us to share, bring the bowl back into the living room, and place it on the coffee table. I slip off my jacket and throw it on the chair. 

"Shall we enjoy some ice cream? It will get melty pretty quickly by the fire. Let's get comfortable." I start to lower myself to the floor but wanted to set the ambience even more to make the evening perfect, "Or, better yet, how about some music?"

I rise and go to the stereo to turn on a tune. 

She rises and moves behind me while I fiddle with the music, slipping her arms around my waist, pressing her fingers into my stomach and then up my chest slowly while we hear the song, "Miracles" by Jefferson Starship, softly playing. She raises up on her toes while her fingers glide to the back of my neck. Then, she moves around to my front and we lock our gazes. Her eyes close and her lips move to mine and begin to kiss me gently. Eventually, her tongue pokes through my lips to slide along mine. Moving closer, her other hand wraps around my waist. I take her tongue into my mouth and enjoy the taste of her. She tastes so good; it always makes me want more.

She breaks the kiss long enough but leaving her lips pressed to mine and murmurs, "How about we dance first?"

She turns to turn the music up and then back to me. She wraps her arms around my neck to pull my head down a bit. We slowly start swaying to the music and enjoy being in each other's arms. 

I lean in closer to whisper sexily in her ear, "This is the best idea you have had all night." I rest my forehead against hers and meet her eyes as a sly grin moves over my lips and add, "So far." 

We slow dance and kiss then I whisper in her ear, "Are you enjoying your birthday, my love?" 

She slides her fingers up to trace the side of my face, smiles softly up and me, and moves even closer to let her body press firmly against mine. "You know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am honey. Just being her with you is enough but all of your attention to details makes it perfect." 

Just when I think I couldn't feel more content holding her in my arms, she huskily whispers, "Will you kiss me?"

I bend down a bit so my lips are hovering just above hers and pull her closer as we slow down, barely swaying. My eyes lock on hers, "You know you don't even have to ask." 

As my lips move in, I watch her eyes flutter closed. I press my mouth to hers as softly as possible and kiss her as tenderly as I can. She slides up on her toes while her fingers glide to the back of my neck. Her lips move under mine and part to poke her tongue through. I instantly take her tongue and deepen our kiss. She tastes divine, just as she always does, and, as usual, makes me want more. 

"I think we should get more comfortable?" My hand finds the zipper on the back of her dress. "Do you want me to pull it down?"

She tilts her head to the side and put her lips to mine for an even deeper kiss. Her hand presses more tightly into my back and she moves her body completely against mine. Without speaking, her only reply is, "Mmmm hmmmm." Her breathing grows more heavily, as she slides her hand down to rest on my ass.

I murmur at the pleasure of her hand and tilt my head so that my mouth opens even more for her. I tug her dress zipper down and it lowers easily. I slip my hand inside the now open back and massage her smooth, warm, nice skin. 

"Is there anything else you want for your birthday April?" I ask.

She just nods and utters breathily, reply. "Yes. You...I want you."

I inhale sharply the moment I hear her reply. The attraction and electricity between us is so apparent. The want, desire, need is growing by the second. "I'm all yours tonight, my dear."

She steps back a bit and moves her hands between us to unbutton my shirt from the waist up, running her fingers over my flesh as she opens the fabric. Her lips never leave mine until she gets the last button at the neck undone. Then, she moves her lips to my throat, nibbling my Adam's apple as her fingers slide down to untuck my shirt and unfasten the last few buttons until it hangs open. 

"The best gifts should be unwrapped slowly," she whispers huskily.

As she caresses my flesh, I slide my hands back up to her shoulders and pull the top of her dress forward to let her slide her arms out. 

In response, she glides her fingers up my bare chest and across my shoulders letting the fabric of my shirt slip down my arms. The second my shirts floats to the floor, she sways toward me to let our skin touch. I listen as she gasps instantly at the warmth and wraps her arms around me. She presses her fingers into my back and glides them up and down. My body tingles as I feel her fingers and the ache is building within me. As if she senses the urgency rising, she looks up at me with a wanton expression. Next her nimble fingers move around to unfasten my belt and unbutton my pants. As she slowly unzips them, her lips press against my chest and glide toward my nipple. As she swirls her tongue eagerly around it, she pushes my pants and boxers down over my ass. I step out of them quickly and easily. 

I'm amazed at how deftly she has gotten me naked so quickly, so easily. Feeling her hands on me as she undresses me; it's such a good feeling and my body reacts with my cock stirring.

Her breath is getting ragged as she moves closer again. Her mouth begins again at my neck then her lips descend, flicking over my nipple, and down my stomach. As her body descends slowly, she takes my hand and kisses each fingertip, presses a kiss to my palm and then caresses her cheek with it as her lips kiss my hipbone. Her lips are moving over every inch of me, as if I'm the birthday gift she is relishing. When her knees hit the floor, she looks up at me adoringly, and slips her hand to the back of her head to unpin her hair and shake it loose. Then she moves closer again, her eyes locked with mine as her lips softly kiss the shaft of my cock. 

I stand their awestruck and savor each and every kiss, lick, and touch. My fingers slide along her cheek, loving how soft and smooth her face is. I stare deeply at her pretty smile and glowing eyes. I'm completely stunned by her loveliness. Her seductive movements have enraptured me and suddenly I'm under her spell the instant I feel that kiss grazing my cock. My head immediately rolls back in pleasure. 

"You are a sweet sexy birthday seductress April," I whisper as she starts to work her magic on me.

Then she starts to really go wild. Swirling her tongue slowly around the head of my cock, watching my reaction, before gliding my cock into her mouth, her eyes closing as she savors every millimeter. Her fingers slip behind her to unfasten the sexy black bra I had given her as an early birthday gift, hoping she would wear it tonight. Her nose presses into my base as her tongue swirls and flicks over me. Her fingers slip her dress and the matching black panties over her hips and to the floor.

As her mouth starts moving up and down my shaft, it lengthens and thickens. I watch her move to her left to pull her right knee out of her dress and panties, then to the right to take care of the other side. She pushes her garments across the floor, and then her fingers move up my calves to the backs of my thighs. Taking a little break she responds to my comment. "It's easy to be a seductress when there is an irresistible man involved."

Watching her wiggle out of her clothing as she does those wonderful things to me, it's just amazing. As she reveals more and more of her body, I look, admire, and enjoy everything about her. Now with her in front of me and both of us naked, my cock is growing and reacting to her and to everything she is doing to me. When I feel her hands on me too, I take her head in my hands and thread her long, dark hair in my fingers.

My eyes lock with her momentarily and I can't barely murmur, "My desire for you, April, is unbounded."

She purrs with my cock in her mouth, and slips her fingers up to caress my backside and tease between my cheeks. Pulling me completely inside of her mouth, she lets the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. Then she just holds still as she tilts her head up to meet my eyes. Her eyes are locked with mine as she slides my cock out of her mouth. She takes my hand and kisses my palm, then tugs me down to join her on the rug so both of us are on our knees, facing one another.




A Birthday to Remember



I kneel with her and grin widely, "Geez baby, you would think it was my birthday."

I lean forward to place my mouth on hers, slipping my hand around to the back of her head to bring her lips to mine. As I provide a little more pressure, I slide my other hand over her shoulders, brushing her breast, and down her tummy until it nestles between her legs. She moans seductively and I take the implied invitation and touch her there. Still lower, I move over her mound, down the landing strip, and skip lower until I feel the wetness as I part her labia with one finger. I've only just touched her and she is already deliciously oozing her sweet nectar onto my finger. 

She gasps the second my fingers barely touch her and slips an arm around my waist as she presses her body to cling to mine. I feel goosebumps breaking out over her skin as her other hand moves to the back of my head to keep our lips locked. I feel her thighs part to encourage me further as she barely mumbles, "Shouldn't a woman try to make her man feel like every day is celebratory?"

As I slide my fingers up and down her wet pussy lips, I reply, "It's a good day to celebrate. Now, baby, I'm going to lay you down on this big rug in front of the fire. And I'm going to touch you and kiss you and lick you until you can't stand it anymore."

As I speak, I press her down onto her back and begin. I start by running my fingers everywhere and touch all over her body. Some light caresses and some firm massage-like pressure tantalizes her flesh. My fingers move all over her arms, legs, neck, torso, but pay special attention to her breasts and nipples. Seeing her laying down with her hair spread out, she looks so good, good enough to kiss. 

I bend to rest my left elbow alongside her head and put my mouth on hers. As I slip my tongue into her mouth, I slip my finger inside her pussy and feel how responsive her body is. Then I swirl both as I penetrate her with my tongue and finger simultaneously. I begin to move more vigorously and more intensely. My desire is building, and I certainly recognize that hers is building too. Next I use my wet fingers to tantalize her clitoris. I begin to move back and forth, from pressing against her clit to sliding my fingers inside her. 

Her eyes look up to me with an intense mix of want...need...desire...lust. Her thighs part as she feels my fingers right there, where they belong. Her head tilts back to surrender to my lips. Every part of her is mine and every part of me is hers. I hear and feel her gasping against my mouth as her body moves under my touch. Her fingers move to the back of my head, holding her lips against mine tightly, and then breaking our kiss to utter a simple request, "Please..."

I reluctantly remove my mouth from hers. Before I remove my finger from inside of her, I give one final thrust and swirl it around. 

I know exactly what she wants and needs but I want to prolong each second to continue to pleasure her completely. I place my finger to my lips to taste her sweet nectar which inspires me and I w cannot resist bending forward to directly taste the wetness between her legs. I stroke my tongue up and down her slit as I feel her body writhe and toss her head back. I then meet her eyes while I lick my lips and smile up at her, "You're delicious, baby."

Again, the torturous expression moves across her face. Her eyes are glowing with pure need and, once again, she utters, "Please..." 

I smile, nod, and move into position between her legs, and whisper, "Of course April, whatever you want, it's your birthday, and I'm here to please you any way you want, any way I can."

I look down at her right in front of me. I can clearly see the mix of want, need, desire, lust, and everything in her eyes. Each of her emotions is mirrored in mine. I have grown addicted to how naturally our bodies fit together and how responsive we are to one another. I crave the way she surrenders and gives herself freely to me. I want to savor this moment and feel myself inside of her where I belong. I want to move so slowly to make it last. I want to be able to feel myself always pushing in and never pulling out until I'm as deeply as I can possibly go.

She breaks my trance when I see her grin sexily below me, "Any way I want? Then give it to me hard and fast and deep. I need you right now..."

As she tells me this, immediately my body reacts. I start to rub the swollen purple head of my cock on her slit, mixing my precut with her juices and opening her labia. As her voice trails off, I put the head of my cock right to that opening and drive it in. She is so wet and I'm so hard that I just glide in easily like I belong there and should always be inside her. In a flash, I'm fully buried deep inside her, and I feel her envelope me with her pussy and her legs as they instinctively wrap around me.  

As my lips purse together, I manage to mutter, "Like this?" 

She just nods but that nod spurs me on, as do her legs around my waist, pulling me in. I slowly glide out, and then, almost instantaneously, I drive back into her. Again, I slowly pull out and, in a split second, I'm all the way back in. Pulling out and then driving in again. Each thrust includes a little extra rub of my pubic bone into her sensitive spot. 

As I pound my cock into her cunt, I press my lips to hers and tongue fuck her too. Between kisses, I hoarsely whisper, "I want you April... I crave you...I need you to feel you cum all around me. I must... fucking... have you." Each word is matched by a thrust as my cock pistons into her wet pussy. I can feel it and hear it while inhaling our scents as we make love, dancing inside her, over and over.

April is moaning and gasping underneath me as I drive into her, making her feel me so deeply inside. Her body is responding entirely to me and mine to her, completely connected. I hear her say, rather gutturally, as we fuck, "You feel so fucking good baby. Never stop!"

I pin her down with my lips, grab her ass as I fuck her, just taking her pussy with my cock. I groan lowly, "I'm so close now April...so close. Are you ready?"

She pulls her lips from mine, nods and responds, "I have one request - look into my eyes as you cum." 

I open my eyes and she is already staring into mine. Her eyes are locked on mine in the way that makes us feel so connected. 

As I thrust over and over again with all my might, I growl, "Yes baby now... now!" Then, I scream out as I start to cum. 

She watches me and then I see her eyes open wide before darkening slightly. Suddenly that little flash that lets me know she is ready lights up in her eyes. Her body trembles as I shoot my cum into her. My eyes stay locked on hers as I fill her entirely. I see her blink and gasp as she tries to catch her breath. 

She holds onto and digs her nails into my shoulders before crying out as another orgasm hits her while she feels me filling her with the last of thrusts of my hard cock. My motions are so animalistic and so raw at the same time; but, so intimate.

Her body is shaking as she wraps her arms around my chest to hold on, and then pulls me down to feel my body on hers. As we calm, our mouths find each other's.

I take her into my arms and roll onto our sides and we just stay connected. She curls into me, her head tucked under mine, kissing my chin before nuzzling her forehead into my neck.

Just as our bodies start to relax, she murmurs, "This was such a wonderful birthday present, Alex." As her voice trails off, she adds softly, "Everything you did made it that way."

I look over at the bowl on the coffee table. The ice cream melted by now for sure. I just smile and imagine we'll just have to finish dessert in the morning.