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Birthday

By: Crissaegrim



It's dark, wooden, old. The two of them stroll up the steps, creaking beneath their feet. Moonie's heart about to explode from her chest with excitement.

"What is this you guys have planned for me?" she asks.

"What? Don't trust us?" Gaiden answers, then smiles.

"I trust not to trust you" she jokes.

They come to the top. Golden light shines through the outer edges of the closed door that stood before them. Gaiden opens the door and ushers Moonie inside. Waiting, smiling, ear to ear, is the third part of this trouble making threesome; Angel. Her massive cleavage standing at attention. Sitting elegantly to one side of on what looks like a large old Victorian love seat with red velvet cushion and all the works. In fact, the rest of the room's interior shares a remarkable similarity. Old Victorian lamps hung off walls. The walls themselves lined in dark red papering. Blood red. But what stands out most in this room is the king sized bed. Again, laced in the color of carnal passion; adorned with small Victorians night stands to either side and sitting on those are more Victorian style lamps. Very Gothic. Ritualistic. Pagan. And not much else. Strange that the large love seat is sitting in the back of this chamber and right by the bed as if in audience for the grand stage. Then Moonie notices the black straps tied to each of the four corners of the bed... as well as the blindfold resting on one of the night stands.

She smiles.

"Planning to have your way with me for my birthday?" Moonie coys.

They both smile.

"I was gonna do that with you guys anyways."

"I know, so that wasn't our intention as your gifts" Gaiden states.

"We're gonna have our way with each other..." Angel lets out.

A perplexed look falls on Moonie's face. Gaiden motions his hands as to cut Angel off.

"Don't ruin the surprise" Gaiden answers back.

Now, Moonie doesn't know what to think.

Gaiden takes matters into his own hands. By taking Moonie into his. Standing before her, he cups her plump cheeks with each hand before removing her nerdy dark framed glasses and gazes into her eyes as if it'll be his last. He then ties the blindfold around her head and begins to slowly and seductively undress her. Unfortunate, too, since Moonie now cannot notice Angel already begin to play with herself. Though, knowing how 'familiar' Moonie is with her 'toy', she can properly guess what Angel is doing. Moonie's garments slide off with ease and fall to the floor like her inhibitions. She feels Gaiden's gentle fingers and tender lips explore her already quivering nude body standing before them.

Gaiden enjoys how the dim golden light makes love to all her bare pale curves. He begins motioning her over to the bed. Lays her down. Kissing her lips while doing it. Kissing down along each of her limbs. Sucking on her fingers when he reaches her hands. Running his tongue along her toes when reaching her feet. Each limb is made love too as they are secured to the straps one by one. She already quivers uncontrollably.

Viewing his handiwork; this nude goddess laid out for him as if for a feast; Gaiden battles his urges, but just has to relish this moment. He can't resist. Leaning in, he positions his head directly over her sex. Her heart quickens as she feels his hot breath caress her spot. But he just breathes. Taking in the sweet scent of her sex. Even in the dim lighting, he could swear he could see her moist lips drip onto the satin. Still he breaths, harder. 

"Do it" she says.

Silence.

"I want you now!" she demands.

More silence.

"I want you in me!"

Still silence.

"Fuck me!!"

"Tear me up, please!"

"Fuck me now!!!"

She finally quiets when she feels the mattress motion. He's moving. He's moving in closer. She gasps. Anticipating what's to come. Her body tenses. Then... He lightly plants a kiss ever gently on her pussy; a string of her lust connects both sets of lips just but a second, before severing as he pulls away. Her body collapses.

"Aurggh! Fuck!!" she exclaims.

Angel laughs, almost already completely free of her own garments.

Moonie writhes on the bed, left unable to even pleasure herself. Gaiden takes his spot next to Angel and tells her it's time. Moonie could hear; with her now sensitive ears; Angel dial a few digits on her cell phone. Whispers. Then the steps outside creak, louder and louder. Someone approaches.

"They got me somebody" Moonie realizes.

Now the steps creak with thunder.

".....how many?" Moonie now ponders with growing excitement.

The door opens. Sounds like an entire football team enters the already cramped room. No, like a football team and the audience that's watching them! She can sense countless eyes of all sorts gaze upon her lush like an all you can eat buffet. She squirms. Nervous. Anticipating again of what's to come. The bed suddenly gets heavy. ...Then she is ravaged.

Immediately, a huge dick slices into her effortlessly, almost tearing her in two with the first thrust. Her mouth hangs in a permanent O singing soprano. Firm arms at her sides as his balance, she is thrusted into convulsions. Her body bounces, her breasts dance. She gets into it. She chants with the rhythm.

"Oh...! Yes...! Fuck...! Me...!"

"Oh...! Yes...! Fuck...! Me...!"

"Oh...! Yes...! Fuck...! Me...!"

"Oh...! Yes...! Fuck...! Me...!"

"Oh...! Yes...! Fuck...! Me...!"

Continuing until the words lose meaning, beginning to degrade as she is pummelled. Changing as her breath becomes short.

"OhFuck!"

"OhFuck!"

"OhFuck!"

"OhFuck!"

"OhFuck!"

Weakening.

"fuck"

"fuck"

"fuck"

"fuck"

"fuck"

Then intensifying with something building from within.

"fuck"

"Fuck"

"FUCK"

"FUCK!!!"

"FUUUUUUUCK!!!"

She climaxes. Her first of many.

Though she has already peaked, the stranger is still going, going for his, probably twice. His rhythm quickens, strengthens, intensifies. She just goes with the flow. Feeling another build. But before she has that chance, he's done. Stabs his long deep member into her cavern one last time, hollers like hell and slaps a massive hot load onto her belly. She could almost hear it hiss with steam. Already out of breath, she feels slightly denied of her second orgasm, but satisfied nonetheless. She would not be denied for long.

Caught off guard, another body pounces on her helpless husk. Again like the first, waste no time violating her vagina. Is she swelling already, she wonders. This one seems larger than the first. She has no problem peaking with this one. His grunting is music to her ears. Huffing and heaving. His cock working her real good. This one has stamina. She climaxes a few more times before this one is even done. Screaming at the top of his lungs, blasting his load, reaching way up to her neck. She flinches as it almost stings. Again she tries to catch her breath. To no avail. Respite is short.

One after another, powerful hands take her, fondle her, molest her, abuse her. One after another, massive cocks invade her pussy, each larger than the last. Riding her helpless for endless periods of time. She climaxes countless times. She could swear that the mattress is completely soaked straight down to the floor boards and all the way down to the floor beneath. Just as one finishes, another takes his place. Over and over. She wonders how much she could take. The thought arouses her even more. She screams louder than she's ever done so before. All these hands, now roaming, at her throat, her breasts, her thighs, her crotch. All these cocks, spraying all their hot seed all over her being. She imagines herself looking like a giant glazed donut. And cums again from just that thought.

One has the feeling of unleashing all his jizm deep inside her, and with a deep horse voice, she informs him...

"No... o only Gaiden... c cums i inside me..."

And he complies... all over her face. Guess he took it personal being directed as such. Good thing she had that blindfold. It was messy.

Watching from the Victorian, Angel; her arm stretched; plays with Gaiden's cock. Trying to fit the whole thing in her palm. Sliding up and down, feeling his pulse along her fingers. Her other hand on her exposed clit, right leg hung over the side. A dark stain quickly forming beneath her. Gaiden has his hand on her exquisite jugs, feeling their whole weight in his palm. Enjoying the show, Gaiden takes one of Angels nipples into his lips, then the other. His hands now venturing south. Her breathing deepens, as does Moonie's, yet another cock hitting all her right spots. Gaiden watches. Gaiden likes, but he needs something more. Moving his hand behind Angel's head, he forces her face to down to his crotch. She happily obliges.

One after another, they take her. Seven, eight, nine, no, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, onward. She lost count. Orgasms galore! Ten, twenty, thirty, no, more. She loses track as well. Cocks, dicks, penises, of all curves and contours. Some even blessing her womb with ornaments. Wow! That last one was at least a 12 gauge. She notices those that have done their deed to her have stuck around, now playing with all her parts. Neck, breasts, nipples, toes. All rubbing their hot cum into her flesh. She gushes just from that. Damn. Her mouth gets invaded. Two dicks on each side. Totally surrounded by cock. Amazing. They battle for position. Some still with her familiar taste on them, some without. Those she sends back down to service her before busting in her mouth. Pushing her gag reflex to their limits. Too bad she can't see this. Gaiden and Angel better be taping this awesome shit!

Her sensitive ears can also hear the cries of another. A familiar one. Angel. Laying on the Victorian, being ravaged by Gaiden. Guess, they're having their own enjoyment. Her bare legs high into the air, his dick deep inside, bouncing breasts at his face. After having his fill, stands, moves to her top, then titty fucks her, spraying her neck with such a force that she almost gags. He's not done. Down, he goes eating her meaty twat, drinking of her nectar. She utters another scream.

Back on the bed, the army of men up their frenzy as well. They ask if Moonie's straps could be removed. Gaiden is occupied. Angel orders, in orgasmic tone, that her blindfold must remain on. They agree. Tearing her from the bed, they ravage her some more, now in every position conceivable. Doggie, 69, DP, all three! Men take her by each limb and hold her in mid air while another rides her from above... and below. From in front... and from behind. Dicks of all sorts being rubbed over every inch of her. Angel getting worked on by Gaiden. Lust filling the room, it's insane. Moonie goes insane. On her hands and knees, she sways her head in musical rhythm. Her short dark hair flailing, swaying from side to side. A true orgy of a mosh pit. Being banged from behind, another beneath, double penetrated, yet another in front with large manly hands firmly pressed on her shoulders, pushing her even deeper on the strangers behind and beneath. Her head bobs for cock. Free hands reach and search for more free dicks, locates and begins stroking. One is the jeweled johnson. She makes a mental note to ride this one again soon. And true to form, Moonie keeps her blindfold on. Not that she has a choice, she lacks the strength to even lift her arms that high. But stroke on she does. Anything to please her fellow 'man'. Cowgirls, follows 69s, which follows missionaries, which follows even more unspeakable deranged sex acts. Nothing but flesh slapping upon flesh, for hours. Her body truly is an amusement park and everyone, everyone is along for the ride.

The king sized bed is a battle field. Her body is tossed like a rag doll. Multiple thrusts. Countless heaves. Room reeking with the stentch of sex and filth. She finally collapses, they all do. Gasping, she gathers the strength to remove her blind and let the sting of light enter her sore eyes. Laying face up, first thing she sees are the burly forms of twenty-seven sweaty brutish naked men. All colors, all creeds, all shapes and sizes. She enjoys diversity.

Flopping her head over to the side, she finally sees Angel and Gaiden, having enjoyed their romp. Angel lays on her side on the Victorian, her long flowing hair flung over the side of the armrest where her head lays. Smoking a cigarette very seductively with a giddy smile. Her huge milky breasts flopped over the side of the seat. Legs out stretched. One, her left, across the back of Gaiden's shoulders, the other over Gaiden's lap, her bare foot being massaged by his erection. Gaiden merely sits coy and pleased. Oh, not exactly. His left hand may be on her right foot and his own throbbing cock, but his right hand is buried deep inside Angel's wide open snatch. Right up to the watch line. Angel, unflinching, still dragging on her cig, continues smiling being Gaiden's puppet.

And true to form, there stands a tripod at the corner of the room, by Angel, with it's little red light flicked on. One of the men must've brought it with them while she was blindfolded. Good, she fully intends to watch it in its entirety, while returning the favor to both Angel and Gaiden; of course once all of her holes recover from the ER.

Like a contract fulfilled, the herd of men stumble out of the room like drunken bums. Moonie can't help but laugh. She survived. Her pussy, mouth and ass survive. Still completely covered in cum, she struggles to right herself, but can't. Falls right back to the sin soaked bed.

"That was fucking hot!!" Moonie exclaims.

"Fuck yeah" Angel replies.

"You guys are sick" Moonie pants "how many were they?"

"Twenty-seven for your twenty-seventh birthday" Gaiden explains "nothing special, just something cute"

"And you guys did this all for me, you guys fucking rock!"

"It wasn't me" exclaims Gaiden.

"What?" Moonie fearfully replies.

"That was Angel's gift" Gaiden explains.

Angel's sinful smile grows, as does Gaiden's.

"My gift is right there..."

Gaiden points back towards the door, and there now stands twenty-seven complete naked females of all shapes and forms, all adorned with large breasts and armed with various dildos, vibrators and strap-ons.

"oh shit..." Moonie cries.

"Happy Birthday, baby..."

Birthday



***** by Prejudice for Literotica 03.10.2010 *****

As plans go, this was a brilliant one. She'd planned it for days and was sure of success; a birthday present to remember. They had decided on a quiet celebration with some episodes of an old vampire series combined with food and booze; she had changed it at the last second without telling him.

He'd given her the keys so she could swing by with the booze and stuff before he was done at work, but she'd gone over to his place to set everything up the way she'd planned it and when he got home he'd get the surprise of a lifetime! She just hoped he'd be able to overcome the shock and enjoy himself.

The apartment was empty and she got about her business like it was nothing special. But all the while her heart was racing. She only had an hour to set everything up properly. 

She changed the sheets on the bed in the master bedroom; everything had to be ready. The shower and bath tub seemed clean and was merely fitted up to match her fantasies.

After a quick survey she opened her bag and retrieved some toys; a bull whip, a paddle, some vibrators of varying size and some butt plugs. After having arranged them neatly next to the bed she took some hygienic items into the bathroom and undressed. He'd be home any minute and she still had loads to do! Her panic was elevated when she thought she heard keys in the lock, but it was just her imagination going wild. She ran around leaving tiny bits of paper with "24 hours" written on them in all places imaginable hoping he'd understand that he didn't have to finish early.

A quick glance in the mirror told her she'd done every preparation possible; she was smoothly shaved, her skin was soft and appealing, and her hair was tied back into a pony tail for practicality. All she was wearing was a pair of five inch black heels with silver-studded leather across the toes.

It was time for the last job; she needed to restrain herself. This was going to be difficult, but she had faith that her practise wouldn't be ruined by her nerves. Ankle binders and wrist shackles were fastened to every corner of the bed, and she tied a black silk shawl around her eyes, effectively blindfolding her. She inched her way into a double set of latex arm restraints that locked her arms together behind her back. Sitting down in the middle of the bed she had nothing left to do but wait.

The flow of thoughts went to every tiny bit of her plan; she checked and rechecked every part and couldn't find any flaws. She smiled as she heard him enter the apartment and head straight for the shower; "good boy," she thought. "You make it so easy for me."

His shower lasted for what seemed like hours. The restraints had already gotten her moist, and she was unsure if she'd stained the sheets. At long last she heard him get out of the shower; any minute now and he'd find her. Her heart was beating so loud she was sure he'd hear it and come bounding into the room to see what was going on, but he didn't. She could hear him move stuff around in the bathroom. 

"Oh, come on! I'm exploding!" She muttered quietly. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second and that was supposed to be HIS job! 

"What the..." He was standing in to doorway to the bedroom but she couldn't turn her head to look at him due to her blindfold;

"Welcome, Sir. I've been waiting for you." It was difficult hiding her smile. "Happy birthday, I hope you like your present..." This was perhaps the dumbest idea ever; he didn't like it. He was merely standing by the door in shock and terror.

"You are my present, then?" He sounded unsure, but there was something in his voice that told her they were about to have a really good time. 

"Yes, Sir, if it pleases you. I sure hope it does." 

Muffled footsteps told her he was walking around her to inspect every aspect of his slave;

"It's a very nice present. I wonder if I'm allowed to play as I chose." He let his hand run across her ass carefully, caressing one cheek, then the other, before running his hand around to the front to pinch her nipples.

"I took the liberty of bringing toys for you to use, Sir. I was unsure of your own collection and I realise I was wrong to make such an assumption but I hope you will forgive me and enjoy playing with me regardless."

"Let me just put some pants on. I can't do this completely naked or I'll just fuck you and spoil all your wonderful preparations."

The smile on her face gave her such a sweet look that he just stood still to watch her for a moment before sitting down on the bed; she was ethereally beautiful with those restraints, and he shook his head to clear it of the thoughts of permanent ownership. He was too fond of submitting to a Mistress to take a pet of his own. He would be too random to keep one.

The sudden sensation of his warm tongue on her nipple made her moan; she was so wet and so ready for any kind of touch that she only just avoided an orgasm. 

"Careful, Sir, I'm already very turned on. Your touch is a blessing and a curse now..." She bowed her head further, looking slightly ashamed of herself.

"Why's that, do you think?" He stroked her pert breasts calmly, enjoying the smoothness and firm feel of them against the palm of his hand.

"It's the restraints... And the thought of what you will do to me. I'm sorry, Sir, I've let my mind run away with me while I was alone... And my shoes. I chose them specifically for today."

With a soft touch he lifted her face;

"Don't be ashamed. I'm very happy you offer me your body like this. And for that you deserve a treat."

He got off the bed and carefully helped her down on the floor. Her legs were instantly filled with needles and pins and she yelped with pain. With a firm grip around her waist he held her steady until her own legs supported her. 

"Go stand in the middle of the room, my sweet. I'm sure you know your way around even when you wear that sexy blindfold."

She obeyed directly, finding a spot a few feet from the bed, hoping he'd be pleased with the position. A shiver ran down her spine as she sensed him coming up somewhere behind her to the left; a moment later the bull whip made contact with her ass and she screamed out in pain and shock. She knew it would hurt, but not this bad. Another lash made tears press their way out of her eyes but she bit her lip to silence herself and focus on relaxing. 

A moment later she could feel his hand on her ass tracing the redness and slapping it gently;"that's a very nice ass, if I may say so. Perfect for this type of whip. Are you enjoying yourself, pet?"

"Uhm... y... yes... Your hand on my ass feels lovely. I'm yours to do with as you please, Sir." Her breath was coming in sharp gasps and she knew her fear was obvious. She dreaded his next move, yet she longed for it too. It was a strange sensation. He kissed her ass lovingly before striking again, this time aiming just below the butt cheeks, striking the upper part of her thighs. 

"Ouch! Thank you, Sir!"

His arm came down to strike her ass time after time until she could no longer hold back;

"Please, Sir. Please let me come!" Her cry was shrill and her voice was unsteady. If he didn't show mercy on her she'd collapse. Her legs felt like gel and the heels were tormenting her.

"You need to come badly? Come here then, pet." He grabbed her arm and led her to the bed and sat down. He helped her down on her knees and placed her across his lap. While pressing two fingers into her pussy he started massaging her clit; "come for your Master. Come on my fingers like a proper slut."

With his fingers inside her and his thumb on her clit she let go with a loud howl. The convulsions broke her pride down and she sobbed against his thigh as the orgasm slowly abated. 

"That's a good girl," he cooed and stroked her hair before grabbing her pony tail and pulling her head back by it, messing it up. "Clean my fingers, and when you're done I want you on your knees in front on me.

The taste of her own juices on his fingers tasted strange at first, but once she let go of her prejudice she found that she was actually savouring the sweet taste. An involuntary moan escaped her lips and made him push her back. Unsteady as she was when back bound like this she couldn't even get up.

"You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you, slut? You're the dirtiest little whore I've seen in quite a while." He got up and grabbed her arms tightly, throwing her onto the bed and unzipping his trousers. With his hands on her hips he thrust his cock into her; "slight change of plans. Your pussy is too appealing for me to ignore it any longer."

She yelped as he entered her; she had no balance and no arms to lean on, so she felt him grinding her face into the sheets. There was moisture on the sheets where her mouth and chin was, and she licked at it to find out what she tasted like before her orgasm. 

"Fuck! Your pussy is so tight right now I could fuck it all night!" With that he slapped her ass hard with his hand over and over again, thrusting into her so hard she felt as if he'd split her in two if he didn't slow down soon. 

She was so tender from her orgasm that every fibre of her body was still in high alert and every sensation was heightened beyond reason. Her screams of pain and pleasure were so loud she was sure the neighbours would be calling the police any minute. Yet she couldn't make herself care about it. Infact, the idea of being surprised by uniformed police officers while she was being fucked like an animal made her come again, more violently than the first time. She felt him release his sperm into her with a growl.

He slumped on top of her, slowly pulling her sideways into his embrace. A small kiss on her neck told her he was pleased with her efforts, and a moment later she felt blood return to her arms as he removed the arm binders, slowly massaging her and still kissing and licking at her neck. 

"I take it you're my slave for 24 hours?" Playfully, he nudged her shoulder with his nose.

"If you want to, yes." Her senses were slightly off now after the mind numbing sex and the blindfold relentlessly not allowing her to see where she was.

Well, i guess I'm in for a very nice birthday, because you fuck like a goddess." With that he bit her neck and left her on the bed. She felt his sperm trickle slowly onto the sheets and she wondered what he was about to do.

Suddenly he picked her up and carried her out of the bedroom. He inched open a new door and brought her down onto a cold surface that made her squeal. He laughed as he turned on the water, slowly filling the bath tub with warmth. She relaxed as she felt his hands gently clean her sex, careful fingers tracing every bit of it with a precision that could only come from experience.

She leaned back into his left arm still wrapped around her shoulders, sighing contently. He was probing his fingers at her now, toying with her, pinching her pussy lips and gently bringing her towards another climax. Before she could stop herself she felt the now familiar sensation of every muscle in her body humming with delight and she moaned deeply. Barely audible were her Master's encouraging words;

"That's a good girl. Come for me again. You're doing well. Such a good pet you are. I need you this way." 

His fingers left her abruptly as soon as her orgasm abated;

"Get up and dry yourself off. I came home expecting dinner and yet there is no such thing as a birthday cake here. You need to go to the shops. When you've dried off, return to the bedroom for further instructions." He got up and left without looking at her.

A quick glance in the mirror told her she looked horny. How could he send her to the shops like this? She blushed at the thought and wrapped herself in the towel. She'd have a word with him.

"Sir? I was wondering..." Her sentence was cut short by him grabbing her from behind.

"Wondering what? You're going to the shops, and that's final. I'm hungry, and I need energy for the next 22 and a half hour I have you at my disposal. I've made a list for you, and also found something for you to wear." He pointed at a pair of his trainers and a large college sweater. 

"What about..." He silenced her by tearing off her towel, exposing her to the cold air. He clearly enjoyed seeing her nipples turn into tiny pink buds, knowing her piercings would ache a bit like that.

"Also, you will need a little something to remember me by, so you'll also be wearing this;" he pulled out a butterfly vibrator and started attaching the straps around her thighs and waist. A small, hook-like aperture slid inside her to press against her g-spot, and when he told her to wiggle her bum she found that it wouldn't budge. She was trapped in this little device for the whole of her shopping trip. She started panicking again as he helped her into her oversized clothes. 

"Let's get the show started then." His grin was wolfish as he pulled forth a remote control. She felt her heart sink; he'd put it on full, she knew it.

"Shall we start off nice and easy with button number one? I think so. Ease you into the feeling. Now, off you go!"

The vibrator sprang into life and it was centred so precisely on her clit that she cringed with pain. She stumbled towards the door, feeling slightly ridiculous in her horrid outfit and beautiful shoes. Getting down the stairs was a challenge she'd not believe possible, but luckily she didn't encounter anyone and was able to crawl down the final steps. 

"Very well, pet. So far so good." He was standing up on his balcony grinning down at her; "I think that's enough practise. Time to really let you enjoy yourself," and before she had time to protest she felt the vibrator go crazy on her clit and g-spot and she sank to her knees in desperation.

"Get up, slut. And do remember to smile. I don't want you to come off as rude to anyone! See you in a bit."

The walk to the shop was torture, her legs ached, and she kept being interrupted by orgasms. Her only comfort was that it was well past ten o'clock on a Saturday, and that most people were inside pubs or at home with their families.

With a deep breath she pushed the door open and stepped across the threshold. The shop seemed deserted, save for a bubble-gum chewing cashier and a few teenagers lurking around the sweets.

"Dear God, please make them leave before I get to the till." She grabbed a trolley and started lobbing cans and bags into it according to her list. Every so often she had to pause to steady her breathing, or calm down after a small orgasm. She knew she was building a major one, and prayed that she'd get outside before it hit. She felt like a time bomb.

"Bananas? Cucumber? Squash? He has got to be shitting me!" She groaned through gritted teeth. Fruit and vegetables were difficult enough to purchase right now. She didn't need to have to handle every phallus shaped item in the whole shop! 

She reached out to grab a cucumber when her hand collided with someone else's reaching for the same vegetable; she looked up and met a pair of amber eyes that locked onto her blue ones. She yelped as she came violently, not able to contain herself in front of this handsome stranger. He grabbed hold of her and held her up while the convulsions ravaged her body, and she moaned into his shirt, desperately trying to shorten her climax. It didn't help and she felt her nails dig into his arms and her legs turn to gel once again. His arms wrapped themselves around her, holding her securely in place. 

When the worst of the orgasm passed she tried to push herself away from him only to find that he was still holding her firmly in place, stroking her hair and cooing softly at her. He released her just enough to be able to see her face; she felt her cheeks turn a deep shade of red and had to lower her gaze. She was so ashamed and felt that only death could release her from this torment.

He lifted her face with one finger;

"Your Master or Mistress is an incredibly lucky person. Be sure to tell him or her that I said so."

She felt her tongue curl up into a ball and all she could do was stare at him as he walked off towards the tills. She shook her head and tried focusing on her list once more.

Paying for her wares went fairly smooth, though she must have looked exhausted by then. In her quiet mind she had counted 7 smaller orgasms and one major one since she entered the shop. She grabbed her bag and started the long walk back to the apartment.  

A small sigh to her right made her jump; it was him again. She recognised his eyes in the dusk. He was leaning against a wall eyeing her like a hungry predator. She swallowed and tried speaking when he bounded towards her and demanded her mouth hungrily.  

"Where is your Master now?" he asked before kissing her again. She tried feebly to push him away but the kiss was so intense she found herself returning it wildly. She had longed to be kissed like that for ages and she would never have let her friend kiss her. That was her one unbreakable rule.

"I..." she panted as he let her go, "I don't have a Master. I'm just serving a friend for his birthday." She blushed and thought she must sound like a whore doing all this for a friend.

He groaned in pleasure and pushed her up against the wall. His hands found her bare breasts and he leaned down to suck on her right nipple, biting it hard and teasing it with his tongue.. She moaned and ran her hands through his dark hair;

"Please fuck me, Sir." She blushed at the sound of her own voice. Begging a complete stranger to fuck her was so beyond her wildest imagination.

With a quick movement he had her pants down around her ankles, and she felt his cock press itself into her pussy roughly. The concrete wall scraped against her ass as she wrapped her legs around his hips to take him deeper. He was big, and brought her to two thundering climaxes before spending himself inside her. 

With a loving nibble at her ear he whispered;

"Breast pocket."

She fumbled with the fabric and pulled out a card. It had an address, several phone numbers and a name but she was in too much of a haze to read it properly. He pulled out of her and leaned down to kiss her sex gently.

"I'll be expecting your call, pet." He then adjusted her vibrator, smiled as she flinched, turned around and walked on with his shopping bags.

She watched him go with a smile of lust covering her face, but she was so exhausted now that she had to return to the apartment or suffer a night outside in the cold. With a whimper she picked up her bag and began the slow trek to safety.

"Had a nice time, pet?" Her friend took her shopping from her and walked towards the kitchen. "You may remove the vibrator now, if you want. And you look like crap so I might suggest a shower as well."

She moaned thankfully and tore off the straps around her thighs and threw the toy into a corner. She didn't want to ever see it again! A moment later she picked it up; without it she'd never have met that guy. She brought it with her into the bathroom. 

The shower felt like a slice of heaven as the warm water soothed her muscles. She got out and quickly dried herself off and entered the living room to find it set for dinner already. He was waiting for her;

"I don't want you wearing clothes around me, pet. I sure do enjoy the way you look when you're naked. How was your trip to the shop?" His gaze travelled across her breasts; she knew it was still red from the strangers love bites. 

"It was horrible. I came so many times that I wasn't sure I'd make it all the way back..." she looked nervous. He had not allowed her to be fucked by anyone, nor had he stated that she couldn't. In fact; he had told her to smile and be polite. Surely rejecting someone could be considered rude? "I had an orgasm in the arms of a stranger at the fruit and vegetables, and he told me to convey his regards to you; that you are a lucky man. Then he left but I met him in an alley and... I... we... I mean... he fucked me up against a wall. I couldn't help myself. The vibrator had made me come so many times I had no control. I'm sorry if I displeased you, Sir." She bowed her head in shame.




Birthday



A small chuckle at the other end of the table made her look up.

"You're the dirtiest little slut I have ever met. I'm quite pleased, and also displeased. I will have to punish you for it, but I'm sure you'll enjoy it really. Vegetables?" 

They ate in silence and afterwards she got to lick her desert off his cock. He then enjoyed her as his desert as he wasn't much of a fan of sweets. He fucked her mercilessly, filling her with his seed three times before her final orgasm sent her into unconsciousness. She was so exhausted from the ordeals of the day. He carried her into the bedroom and fell asleep next to her.

The next morning she woke up from a searing pain in her pussy. She groaned and tried to reach down to rub it only to find herself shackled to the bed. She had completely forgotten about the ankle- and wrist restraints she'd added to the bed the previous day. She was lying with her naked ass exposed to the air.

"Sore, pet?" He sounded amused as he let his hand run across her bum.

"Yes, Sir. Very sore. I'm not sure I can handle your cock today. I'm sorry if I'm letting you down."

"You should have been faithful last night then."

She flinched and turned to look at him. He looked surprisingly grim but also aroused.

"Please. I can't. It hurts so badly." She knew she sounded like a pathetic little girl.

His hand started rubbing on her clit and probed gently at her pussy. She moaned with pleasure and sighed. She wasn't getting out of this. 

"I've been thinking about your ass since last night, actually... Since you're so keen on giving your pussy to the first stranger that comes your way, I'm thinking I can at least have your bum to myself. I'm going to let you go for a moment, and I want you to go to the bathroom and get ready for me to take your virginity."

She looked scared yet she was turned on by the idea. As soon as she was free she bounded off towards the bathroom. She had prepared for such a possibility and getting cleaned up was easy enough, though embarrassing. She returned when she was sure she was ready.

He made her lay down with a pillow beneath her hips. He licked her pussy to get her to relax before probing her ass carefully with one finger. The pain was noticeable even though he used a lot of lube, and her panic rose as she knew he wouldn't stop until he'd fucked her. His cock was a lot bigger than his finger. 

"Stop. It hurts. Please, fuck my pussy instead, Sir. I can't do this..."

"Yet I sense something in your voice that says "don't stop". I don't want to hurt you, pet. I'll be gentle." And with that he started finger fucking her ass ever so gently. He seemed to know just how to do it and she felt herself relax and slowly start to enjoy it. 

"Good girl." His mouth was next to her ear as he encouraged her to accept another finger. She felt a slight pressure as he inserted another finger and kept his slow, steady pace.

"Do you like this, pet? I always did tell you that ass play is nice. I hope this makes you want my cock in your ass soon."

"Yes, I like it, Sir. You do me great honour in teaching me this." Her voice was low as she was focusing on relaxing and enjoying the sensation of having someone invading her privacy like this.

"Well then I think it's time for the grand finale," and he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. "Take a deep breath, my sweet."

She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax in every muscle as she felt his cock against her tight hole. He slowly pushed into her and they both moaned in unison. He held still for a long time, savouring her tight embrace before slowly pushing all the way into her, filling her with his length. 

"God! It feels so tight! So precious! I love it! You're such a perfect little slut." He slapped her ass with a paddle as he picked up the speed to playful moans and purrs from his slave. 

"Thank you, Sir. It feels so good. I'm glad you are fucking my ass." She smiled into the sheets; this really was extraordinarily nice and her only regret was never having experienced it sooner. His cock was large, but she seemed to take every inch of it into her ass.

He pulled out of her only to hear her disappointed mews.

"Don't worry. I just want to heighten your sensation. It is your first time, after all." He returned to bed carrying her butterfly and with a blush she remembered the stranger from last night. She caught herself wondering if he would fuck her ass like this too.

The added pleasure of having a vibe on her clit made her moans turn to screams as he returned to fuck her bum. She writhed and squirmed to take him deeper and he had to reach round to pinch her nipples to sate her lust.

"I love the fact that you've revealed this side of you to me. I didn't know you could be this whorish!" He added more force to his thrusts, seemingly going deeper every time. His paddle came down on her sore bum again and again and yet she sounded like she needed more. He came inside her ass with a primordial growl that sent shivers down her spine. "Come for me, slut. Come for your master."

She didn't need encouragement, and her climax was so heavenly that it made her cry. When he released her she curled up in his arms to sob louder than she'd ever sobbed before. She was so released. She was free. Her pride had vanished and she let herself go entirely. 

He stroked her hair and let her cry. He felt a deep sense of pride at being the one to save her. To set her free sexually. He hoped her future Master would treat her kindly, and perhaps share her from time to time.

***** by Prejudice for Literotica 03.10.2010 *****



Birthday!



This is a longer story than I had normally intended. Or, three short stories rolled into one. Truth be told, there is a forth part but I never wrote it. :)

These events are all taken from personal experience. And if your partner is the wild type, this would be considered tame. LOL. Anyway, I would love to hear what all of you think about it. :) Gimme Feedback! :) 

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He ran into the college's library while he stared at the note one more time. He was excited about the evening. It was his birthday. Something great always happens on his birthday. Well, at least something fun always happens. He looked at the birthday card he'd received and glanced over the words one more time.

Glancing at his watch as he entered the section of the library she had said she'd be in, he noticed that he was early. Very early. There weren't that many other students here, but enough to know that those that were here were in their last few days of exams. After the exams, the campus will be a ghost town. He spotted her near the end of the section and grinned. He advanced on her, almost plowing over a couple kissing near the aisle. He twisted to avoid them and bumped into someone just getting up.

People looked up at the noise and found him mumbling and apology to the guy. He quickly helped pick up the books and moved over to her.

She looked up at the sound, annoyed at the interruption. Her annoyance faded as she saw who caused it. She smiled at his approach and kissed him as he leaned over to kiss her. She noticed the card in his hand as she pulled back from the kiss. She looked at the card and then back up at him. Catching his eyes following her gaze, she smiled at him.

'I just got the card.' he said.

'Shhhh!' someone hissed.

He glanced around and noticed a few people glaring at him.

She giggled quietly and grabbed his hand, yanking him down into the seat next to her. Their backs towards the rest of the library, they leaned their heads together.

She leaned over near his ear and whispered seductively, 'Happy birthday.. I've got a big evening planned for you.'

He looked at her and grinned, 'Like what?'

Again he was shushed.

He cringed, turned and waved apologetically to everyone.

He leaned over and whispered, 'Like what?'

She whispered her reply, 'You'll see. It's early yet and I've got to finish this. Everything's planned.'

Kissing his ear once, she continued, 'Before and *after* the party. Just follow my instructions and be a good birthday boy.'

Glancing at her laptop and the work on it, he asked, 'What time is the party?

She leaned over and kissed him deeply.

Card forgotten, he dropped it and returned her kiss. He found his hands on her neck, holding her head in place as they kissed. He let his mouth open and traced his tongue tip along her lips.

She felt his tongue moving between her lips and she opened them. She let his tongue slide in and closed her lips around his tongue. She quietly sucked his tongue into her mouth and felt her tongue move to touch his.

He felt her tongue touch his and he tilted her head slightly so he could move more of his tongue in. He felt her lips loosen to allow this and instead of sucking, she pulled away. He opened his eyes and looked at her.

She grinned mischievously at him. She winked at him and pointed a thumb at her laptop.

'I've got work to do. And if what you just did is any indication of how you follow instructions,' she leaned in and kissed him lightly once.

She laughed quietly as she felt him try to lean into that kiss. Avoiding it easy, she continued, 'I don't think you'll get anything after the party now.'

He groaned and then said quietly, 'But it's my birthday!'

She grinned again and winked at him, 'Happy Birthday! Now go and occupy yourself. I'm almost done with this. We'll meet and get changed for the party.'

He looked at her, she wore a tee shirt, sweats and a pair of sneakers. He saw that her hair was up, exposing her lovely neck. He leaned in to kiss her.

She laughed as she pulled away. She gestured that he should be quiet.

He sighed and leaned back into his chair. He looked around. Two rows of empty desks in front of them. Seven rows behind them. About five desks occupied and a couple of them paired up.

She glanced at him as she reached up to the laptop to finish her paper. She smiled inwardly as he looked around. She turned her focus completely onto the paper.

He was about to get up and leave as she suggested, but remembered he was free from any school work. He scooted his chair closer to hers and looked at what she was typing.

She felt him move closer and place his arm around her shoulders. She ignored it and continued to work, figuring he'll grow bored and go home to watch some television.

He sat there watching her type her paper up. He didn't say a word. He enjoyed the feeling but it was his birthday! He wanted something fun to do before the party! Sighing inwardly.

She heard him sigh quietly and thought it was the signal for him to leave. She didn't say a word, letting him sit there. She glanced at him again as she reached for her notes. She noticed he was glancing around again. His hand was absently stroking her arm. She smiled, enjoying his closeness.

He glanced around again. He noticed there were less people than before. A couple here and there. The pair that he nearly ran over was still there, their kissing seems heavier. He watched them for a moment then glanced at the others. They were reading or working intently. With the exception of the couple, most everyone's back was basically facing him.

He turned back and kissed her shoulder. He looked at her work and glanced at her notes. He smiled to himself mischeviously. He moved his hand down from her shoulder to her back. There he gently stroked her back slowly.

She felt his hand stroking her back and leaned back against it. It was an automatic reaction on her part. Whenever they would see a movie (at home or at the theaters), read, or sit together talking, he would stroke her arm or back. She's gotten used to the feel and is comforted by it whenever they sit together.

His hand moved slowly. Gliding up her back, softly stroking her through her shirt. He felt the strap of her bra as his hand reached her shoulder. He moved his hand slowly back down again, gliding, touching softly down her back.

He watched her as he stroked her back. He saw her subconsiously respond by the look in her eyes. She still typed and glanced at her notes, but the softer expression showed. He saw she wasn't as focused as she was before.

He leaned in and gently kissed her neck once.

She felt his lips touch her neck and a soft tingle travelled from that spot down her body. She glanced at him and smiled. She saw that he wasn't looking at her any longer. She turned back to her computer continuing to do her work.

He waited until she faced the computer again. He smiled to himself and waited a little longer. His hand still stroked lightly up and down her back. Slowly, when his hand reached her shoulder, he let his hand move along her shoulder near her neck. Making sure to touch lightly as if he was absently stroking her.

Part of her mind followed his hand. She felt his soft touch up and down her back. She knew he wasn't consciously doing it, but her body was conscious of it. She wanted, and yet did not want him to stop. She was about to ask him to stop when she felt his fingers lightly glide up the side of her neck. She shivered slightly.

He felt her tremble a bit as he let his fingers trail up the side, nearer the back of her neck. He made sure to touch lightly.

She closed her eyes as his fingers moved lightly along her skin. Her neck tingled as his warm fingers trailed along her skin. She felt the warmth of his body next to her. The warmth of his arm around, behind her.

He watched her eyes closed as his fingers moved up the side of her neck. He loved the way she reacted to certain parts of her skin being touched. He let his fingers stroke her neck for a while. Lightly moving his fingers up her neck. Slowly sliding his fingers down. And then back up again.

She kept her eyes closed, hoping he won't notice. She could almost feel the electricity travelling up and down from where his fingers trailed. She stifled a sigh. Her hands laying on top of her keyboard. She continued to type something, so he won't notice anything going on.

He glanced at her hands. He knew she was trying to hide the fact that he was teasing her. He looked at the screen and nearly laughed aloud. She had been typing "Don't stop" and "That feels good". 

She felt him lean closer, probably to look behind them. She reluctantly opened her eyes. She looked at him from the corner of her eyes. He was looking at a picture hanging on the wall. She closed her eyes again to enjoy his subconscious attention.

He saw her opening her eyes and quickly glanced at something. He let his fingers glide along her neck, making sure she felt the warmth of his palm near the back of her neck. He leaned in.

With his mouth near her ear, he whispered, "You smell really nice."

She shivered at the whisper. She loved the way his voice sounded when he whispers into her ear. The sound, tone, the vibration of his voice moved through her body. As well as the way his hand felt on her skin, so tender. So soft. So pleasing.

She nearly screamed with pleasure as she felt his other hand on her leg. It felt almost hot through her sweats.

He saw her lips tremble as he layed his free hand on her lap. He intentionally stayed near her ear as he watched her. 

"Your skin feels so smooth and cool." he whispered into her ear once more.

She couldn't stop the sigh that escaped from her at his words. She knew now that he was intentionally doing it. She didn't care. She wanted him to continue stroking her neck.

She also felt his hand on her lap. She felt him gently squeeze her leg as he whispered to her again. Her body responded. Her legs seemed to open slightly and then as if catching herself, her legs closed again.

He smiled as he felt her leg tense up again and close against the other leg. He kissed her ear softly and let his hand slide slowly up her lap. His fingers moving slowly up between her legs. He felt her legs slightly give way.

She felt his lips on her ear. She closed her eyes and kept her hands on the keyboard.

He shifted slightly so that one of his legs was behind her chair and the other by the side of her leg. This freed up valuable distance between them. His hand still moved carefully and slowly up her leg. He gently massaged her leg as his hand moved.

His lips pulled away from her ear. His breathe still on her skin.

She shivered slightly as his hand reached the top of her leg. She felt her head tilt back slightly as she felt his lips once again touch her skin. She concentrated on the way his lips moved down from her ear. Soft lips touching. Gentle lips kissing. A tingle ran down her spine.

He felt her head lean back slightly as he kissed her. His hands had reached down between her legs, but he had decided not to move. He let it lay there against her leg.

He wanted to tease her. So he kissed her neck slowly. He wanted to feel her. So he slid his other hand up from her back to her neck again. He let his skin touch her's, but barely. Allowing the heat of his hands to warm her skin.

She could not tell which she enjoyed more, the feel of his hand on the side of her neck or the way his lips kissed the other side of her neck. She felt his hand on her lap through the material of her sweats. 

He continued to stroke the side of her neck with his hand. His slow kisses along the side of her neck became slow, light sucking. His lips gently pulling at the skin of her neck. His breathe heating and cooling her neck at the same time.

She sighed and felt herself relax a little. Her neck seemed to enjoy the attention, calling all of her awareness to those areas where his lips kissed and his hand moved.

He felt her body loosen slightly. His lips continued to suck lightly along the side of her neck, paying careful attention to certain areas. His lips moved slowly. Kissing right below her neck. Slowly moving down her neck and then sucking carefully just near the middle but just slightly closer to back.

His warm, almost hot hand moved lightly up the other side of her neck. Then slowly down. He felt her tilt her heard towards his hand, trying to feel more of his hand on her while allowing more of her neck on the other side to be exposed to his lips.

She almost gasped aloud as she felt his hand move from her lap. She felt his hand suddenly between her legs. Her legs closed then. It was an automatic reaction. Another sensation ran through her at the same time; his teeth touched her skin. The shock of it and the fact that he bit at a sensually sensitive part of her neck; She then did gasp. Not really loud enough for anyone else to hear, but enough for him.

In closing her legs like that, she had pushed his hand up against her. Even through her sweats and panties, she felt his fingers wriggle. It was almost a stroking motion, as he tried to move his hand from between her leg.

He felt her legs grab his hand. As she had tightened around his hand, he gently bit her neck. He heard her gasp. Worried that he had pushed her too far, he tried to pull his hand from between her legs. He didn't succeed. It seemed that every time he tried to pull his hand away, her legs seem to clamp down.

He continued to suck and kiss the side of her neck, but his other hand now held the other side of her neck gently. Slowly he moved his lips up the side of her neck. This time, instead of kissing and sucking slowly back down, he continued up.

She felt his lips move up her neck and to her jaw. She concentrated on the way his hand seem to roughly stroke her between her legs. She held his hand there, enjoying the roughness of his strokes. She felt his lips move down her jawline towards her lips.

His hand on her neck moved slowly then. Slightly up from her neck, his hand guided her head. He turned her head towards his approaching lips. Kissing up from her jaw, his lips touched the corner of her lips.

By now, he knew he was stroking her. He almost laughed at how he didn't realize what was happening until he felt the warmth of her against his touch. Even with the panties and sweats between him and her, it felt almost hot.

So he stroked his hand against her. He felt her legs pressing against his hand as he stroked. He kissed her then on the lips.

She felt his lips touching her lips. It was almost electrical. She felt herself moving against his hand, stroking herself against his hand. She felt his lips pulling against her lips.

She kissed him back. Letting him know she enjoyed the feeling. She heard people walking around. She heard people flipping through pages of books. She heard people whispering. She didn't care. She didn't want him to stop. She almost wanted them to hear her. Hear the way she felt.

She felt his lips open her lips. Her mouth still pressed against his, felt his tongue slide in. Her legs relaxed a bit, allowing involuntarily more of his hand against her pussy. She felt his fingers stroking down and then up. Sliding his fingers against her wet and slightly spread pussylips. She felt her panties wet against her. She wondered if her sweats were wet too. Then she felt his tongue teasing her tongue.

His tongue touched her tongue and he let his tongue dance lightly with her's. He moved his tongue down the bottom of her tongue. He then slowly moved his tongue back up along her tongue with his tongue tip, inviting her to move her tongue with his.

His hand stroked her. He paid careful attention to move fully against her. His fingers pressed up against her sweats, against her vagina. He stroked slowly up and down, careful not to make any quick and eye catching movements.

She felt his lips close around her tongue then. His lips pulled against her tongue, sucking her tongue into his mouth. Her tongue moved into his mouth and her lips still pressed against his. 

She moaned quietly into his mouth as she felt the movements of his hand at the same time. Up, his fingers stroked against her vagina. Deep into his mouth, her tongue was drawn. Down, his fingers pressed against her vagina.

He moved that way for a little while. Letting it all build up slowly. Sucking her tongue slowly. Stroking her pussy slowly. He felt her dampness against his hand.

His lips released her tongue. He felt her tongue slide back into her mouth as he kissed her lips. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Her eyes were closed and a look of expectant concentration was there. He kissed the corner of her mouth then and moved slowly down her jaw.

She barely kept track of his lips as he moved away from her mouth. She concentrated on moving slowly along with his fingers. His hand. She moved her hips slowly up and down as he stroked down and up.

His lips touched her ear. He carefully placed his lips right below her ear and just slightly off to the back. There he snaked his tongue out and carefully flicked the tip up and down. He made sure the flicks were small against her neck.

She felt a shiver as his tongue tip teased her neck. Still she concentrated on his hand. Still she forced herself to move slowly against his fingers.

"Are you close to cumming?" He whispered near her ear.

She couldn't open her mouth to answer, for fear of screaming. She nodded and continued to stroke herself on his fingers.

His tongue flicked again. Carefully letting the tip wet a tiny area of her neck.

"Will you cum on my fingers?" Again, he whispered.

She nodded again. Forcing her lips to stay shut, she wanted to moan. She wanted to tell him to move faster.

"I want to feel your cum on my fingers."

She ripped open her eyes as she suddenly felt his hand leave. She almost whimpered aloud. She pulled her hands away from the keyboard and towards her warmth and wetness. She felt herself continue to move even though his hand wasn't there.

She felt his hand move under her sweats and panties. She glanced around quickly and saw no one paying attention to them. His thick, long fingers moved against her skin. Past her wet panties and between her legs. She closed her eyes then. She started to groan as his fingers slid between her pussylips. Her groan was stifled by his lips against her's. She felt him kiss her but only vaguely.

All she felt was his hard, thick and long fingers moved her pussylips apart and slid into her. His fingers curved slightly as he moved his fingers in her. Now she moved herself against his fingers faster. She moved as his fingers glided between her and against her.

She sighed against his mouth as she felt it starting.

He moved his fingers so his fingers are always stroking her. Sliding up and down over her clit. Sliding in and out, between her pussylips. He moved his lips away from her mouth. He kissed her neck once. He moved his head back and glanced around.

She moved with his fingers. Sliding her wetness and clit against his fingers. Feeling his fingers spread and stroke her pussylips. She moved and he stroked. She was barely controlling how fast they were going. Her body ached to go faster. The muscle walls of her warmth ached to press harder and faster.

"Cum onto my fingers." He whispered into her ear.

She opened her mouth, but not to scream.

He felt her move slightly faster. He moved his fingers along her.

"Yes. Use my fingers."

She pushed her hips higher, taking more of his fingers into her.

He pressed his hand harder against her. Stroking her clit harder.

"Let my fingers soak in your wet, delicious juices." He moaned quietly into her ear.

She reached down and grabbed his hand. She shoved herself against his fingers.




Birthday!



He tried to slow his hand down, but her hands and her hips moved faster.

"Give me some cum to taste for my birthday."

She threw her head back. She felt it rushing out of her.

He continued to stroke slightly as her hands pressed his against her.

"I'm going to taste your cum in front of everyone here."

She couldn't hold back anymore. She felt herself shake as she released herself onto his fingers.

He felt her tense and the wetness on his fingers grew.

He held his fingers in her until she stopped shaking. He watched her face until she relaxed. Slowly he moved his fingers out of her. Her hands fell away to her sides.

She opened her eyes and leaned forward to kiss him.

He kissed her back.

As they pulled away, he lifted his soaked fingers and put them into his mouth. He sucked on her sweet juices.

"Mmm. I want more."

She laughed at that and said, "I've got more."

He grinned and kissed her nose.

"Okay, time to pack up. I can see I can't get anymore work done here." She said quietly.

He laughed.

"Shhh!"

He winced and grinned mischeviously at her.

She laughed quietly and quickly closed her laptop and grabbed all of her notes.

They got up and quickly walked out of the library.

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Upon reaching their dorm building, they noticed a few people waiting for the elevators. They waited with the rest of them.

She stood in front of him, leaning against him. She hugged the laptop to her chest and waited.

He was a little annoyed at having to wait. He wondered what was taking the elevator so long. Sighing, he placed his hands on her hips. The memory of what just happened played in his mind. He found himself excited again.

She turned her head towards him and laughed.

"What?" He asked, puzzled.

She laughed again and pushed her bottom back.

He grinned feeling her bottom against his hardness. In response he pushed himself against her. Enjoying the feel of his hardness against her through his pants and her sweats.

She whispered, "Again?"

She laughed, "In front of all these people, birthday boy?"

He pushed himself against her bottom once more and held himself there.

"Right now," He whispered back to her, "I'd do it just about anywhere."

He slid his hands from her hips towards her stomach.

She laughed and looked around. A couple of people were looking at them by now. She quickly turned fully around and kissed him.

He noticed her looking around and he looked around. A guy and a couple were looking at them. He felt her move and looked at her. He returned her kiss slowly.

She reached down and grabbed his right hand. Turning again, she headed towards the stairwell just as the elevator doors opened. She glanced at the elevators as a few students started carting suitcases out. The break has begun, she thought. Everyone's going to have fun.

As the people in the lobby filed into the freed elevators, she pulled him into the stairwell. His dorm was on the fourth floor of this eight floor building. She ran them up the stairs. She stopped between the second and third floor. She turned and pushed him against the wall with one hand.

He watched as she put her laptop in the bag. He leaned over to kiss her but her hand shot out and shoved him against the wall. He looked at her, hurt.

She grinned at him as she pushed him back against the wall. She dropped her bag and shot forward. Her lips smashed against his, kissing him hard. She felt his hands grab her bottom and squeezed.

He felt her tongue move against his. He pressed his lips against her's and let his tongue dance deeply with her's. He moved his hips forward while pushing her bottom forward. He wanted to feel her pressed against his hardness.

She let him pull her towards him. She felt his hard and thick penis pressing against her sweats. She could almost imagine it throbbing between them.

She pulled away suddenly.

He opened his eyes in shocked surprise at her suddenly departure. He saw her lifting her bag and grabbing his hand again. As he was guided to the stairs again, he heard people coming down the stairwell.

She ran up to the third floor and past a couple. She smiled at the girl. She was in the same dorm. She stopped between the third and fourth floor. She glanced down the stairwell and watched the couple decend to the first floor.

She turned around and dropped her bag then. She jumped onto him and kissed him.

He was nearly caught off guard as she leapt at him. He held out his hands and grabbed her. Her bottom, of course. He kissed her back as she pressed her lips against him once more.

He slowly let her slide down, making sure she felt his hardness against her as she came down. His hands reached up from her bottom and slid under the back of her shirt. He let his hands slowly slide up and down her smooth skin.

She moaned into his mouth at his stroking. She reached down and grabbed his bottom. Not breaking the kiss and the slow dancing of the tongues, she squeezed his bottom and pushed his hips forward. At the same time, she moved her hips forward, grinding against him.

She heard him moan into her mouth. She took his tongue into her mouth and sucked on his tongue. Slowly she stroked his tongue with her mouth. Sucking him in and letting his tongue out again. Then again.

He felt her lips tight around his tongue. He felt it as if her lips were around his cock. He slid one of his hands up her back to her neck. His other hand moved down under the back of her sweats and panties.

She felt his hands. She followed the one going down with her mind. Still sucking on his tongue she pushed her bottom out, feeling his whole hand gripping her right cheek. She pressed her mouth against his again.

She moved her hands from his bottom towards the front of his pants. She let go of his tongue and resumed their kissing. She slid one hand down the front of his pants, she wanted to feel it with her hand. She touched the hardness, thick along the front of his pants. Her other hand slowly worked at his belt blindly.

He felt her touch him. He wanted to let go of her and rip his pants off. He wanted to take her right here. Right in this stairwell. He was almost to the point of not caring whether anyone saw them or not.

He felt her loosen his belt and work at his pants button. He realized suddenly that she had already unzipped his pants and her hand was stroking him through his underpants.

He pulled away from her kiss and looked at her.

She looked at the hunger on his face. She knew she had the same look.

She looked down and undid his belt finally. She watched as she tugged his pants down. It fell to his ankles. She looked at the buldge in her hand. She felt it through his underpants. It was warm and it was hard. She licked her lips as she started moving down.

She felt his hands grab her bottom, not letting her sink down. She looked up at him.

"Not yet." He said.

She looked at him puzzled.

"I didn't get a good enough taste before." He grinned.

"But it's my turn." She said quietly, almost pouting.

"After.." He said.

He leaned forward to kiss her once.

She returned the kiss but before she could give him another, he had lowered himself.

His hands still on her bottom. As he moved down to his knees, his hands moved down too. In one motion, her panties and sweats were around her ankles. He grabbed one of her legs and lifted it, pulling the sweats and panties from her. He lowered her leg back to the ground and looked up.

He looked up at her from his knees. Her shirt falling down, just barely covering her pussy. He slid his hands up both her legs as he kissed one leg after the other. Slowly he moved up. Kissing her right leg lightly then kissing her left leg.

He spread her legs slightly then. Slowly he kissed her right inner thigh, then her left. Carefully he moved, but not as slowly as he wanted to. He was too excited. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to lick her.

She felt herself lower slightly, bending at her knees somewhat. She felt his lips kissing up towards her. She felt herself warming up again. Faster this time. She wanted to feel his lips on her. She wanted to cum into his mouth.

She moved her hands onto his head. She brushed her fingers through his hair as his lips neared her pulsing, aching warmth. She moved her hips slightly forward, giving him more to kiss with his lips.

She moaned as his tongue introduced itself to her right upper inner thigh. She felt it sliding slowly, almost flicking up and down along her skin. She shivered as his breathe moved the air along her skin, cooling and heating it at the same time.

Her hands slid behind his head, gently urging him up towards her. Urging his tongue to touch her.

She shivered as his tongue reached the side of her pussylips. She felt his lips then. His lips kissed her gently there. Just below and just outside of where she wanted to be touched. She moved her hips again, hoping he'd touch her there.

She felt his tongue slide down along her pussylips. She moaned again, softly. Her hands pulled at his head, wanting him to come up to touch her.

He felt her hands pulling his head up, but he wanted to taste all of her first. He moved his tongue lightly. Slowly down the side of her pussylips, then carefully across. Before he touched the other side of her pussylips. He teasingly flicked his tongue tip between her pussylips. Not penetrating, but spreading her slightly near the bottom.

He heard her moan, "Lick me, please."

He carefully slid his tongue across and then slowly up the other side of her pussylips. His tongue moving up, touching lightly. Stroking carefully along her hot, silky skin.

She moaned again. So close. She ached for his tongue to touch her clit. To slide down between her pussylips. She pulled at his head again.

She bent her knees alittle more, moving her hips slightly forward to press against his face. She felt his hands on her bottom, almost squeezing her cheeks. She concentrated on his tongue and how close it was. She shivered as his breathing moved the air from hot to cold and then from cold to hot.

She felt his tongue tip sliding up the side of her pussylip. Relieved that his tongue will soon be touching her clit. She waited. She felt herself moving her hips almost rythmically with his sliding and flicking tongue.

She moaned and shivered at the same time as his tongue moved from her pussylips to her clit. She felt his tongue tip circle her clit. She moaned again as he moved his tongue across her clit. His tongue moved and her hips pressed forward.

She moved and moved with him. She felt his hands squeezing in time with her movements. His tongue circling but not fully touching her clit. She felt herself starting to build up again.

From his knees, he looked up at her. He watched her as he moved his tongue around and across her clit. Letting his tongue tip and her movements guide him. Around the sides of her clit. As she pushed, his tongue moved lightly across her clit. His chin pressed against her pussylips, his lower lip touching the smoothness of her pussy.

He moved one of his hands across and slowly let his hand stroke up and down between her cheeks. Stroking carefully and slowly as his tongue moved around her clit. Slowly stroking up and down, letting his pink and part of his ring finger slide between her cheeks.

She moaned again. She felt his tongue tip moving constantly. She knew he was watching her. She knows he watches her for signs of her enjoyment. She moaned again and thrusted her hips forward again as she felt his hand sliding between her buttcheeks. She felt his hand move, stroking along her. She could feel his hand at the edge of her vagina, moving up and down. Stroking the bottom of her vagina and near her other hole.

She grew more excited feeling this extra stimulation. She shook again, realizing her hips moved faster now. His tongue circled her faster. She felt her clit sliding against his tongue, moving faster. She felt his breathe against her pussylips and clit. She was so close. She wanted him to go faster.

"Harder." She moaned.

She felt his tongue circling fast. She kept her hips moving against his face. She nearly cried out as his tongue still circled her clit but he added a flick. His tongue tip, after circling her clit every now and again would flick up from the bottom of her clit. Circle, circle, flick. She shivered again.

She moved with him still. Faster, she tried to move. But every time she moved too fast, his tongue would just stroke up and down. She would slow down again and his tongue would resume: circle, circle, flick, circle, flick.

She shook with the build up. She knew she couldn't stop. If anyone entered the stairwell, they would hear and see her sitting on his face. They would see his mouth, his tongue against her warmth. If they looked, they could see his hand moving up and down along her ass.

She moaned again, louder as his hand moved up and down. His hand shifted and she felt a hardness against her pussylips. She moved hoping to trap it between her pussylips.

Circle, circle, flick, flick, flick, circle, flick..

She hissed as she knew she was just seconds away. She concentrated on his tongue. She pressed herself against his face. She felt his hand, still squeezing her cheek, hold her from going too far down. She moved, bucking against his mouth and pressing against his tongue.

She shivered and shook.

"Yesss." She moaned.

She continued to moan as she felt his thumb slide between her pussylips. She felt the hardness of his thumb spreading her pussylips and entering her warmth. She pushed herself hard against him. She felt his lips suddenly press against her, around her clit.

She realized that she hadn't stopped moaning. It was starting to get louder. She didn't care, it felt so good. She was at the line. Anything else would..

She lost the thought as she started to cum. 

His mouth sucked her clit into him. She felt his lips squeezing her clit as he sucked. His tongue tip touching the top of her clit as he sucked her in. He let the tip of his middle finger poke at her anus. His thumb stroking in and out of her wet against the smooth warm muscles of her pussy.

She shivered and shivered against his mouth. Feeling everything release from within and pour out with every suck of his mouth. She felt the heaviness of her legs as his thumb and finger poked at the very edge of her.

He watched her, drinking and sucking everything she gave him. He slowed his sucking as her movements slowed. He let his thumb and fingers rest at the two different entrances.

She shivered once more as his mouth released her clit. She opened her eyes and looked down at him. She saw him looking up at her, a grin on his wet face.

"Mmmm," he said. "Now that was a nice birthday gift."

She laughed and pushed his head away.

He held onto her cheek, placing the other hand back on the other. He shifted and stood up. He moved to kiss her but stopped as she laughed.

"What?" he asked.

She pointed down.

He looked and laughed at himself. His hardness creating a nice big tent between them. His pants still around his ankles.

He looked at her again and shrugged.

"It happens all the time. Sometimes climbing up these stairs can be a chore, suddenly I slip and.." he joked, "Oops, there goes my pants."

He pointed down at her legs.

"Look, I'm not lying. It happened to you too!"

She laughed and leaned forward to kiss him.

He returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around her.

She moved forward and laughed in his mouth as his hardness poked her.

She moved back, looking down she said, "We've got to do something about this bad boy."

Looking at him, she continued, "Can't have that thing poking at me all evening, distracting me."

"What a wonderful way to spend my birthday evening.." he laughed, "Poking you all evening!"

She shoved him against the wall then, "I said poking *at* me, not poking me!"

She kissed him once quickly and moved down to her knees.

"Uh, do we have time for this?" he asked.

Then added, "Aren't you afraid someone will decide to take the stairs?"

She grabbed the sides of his underpants with both hands and looked up.

"I'll make it quick.." she said, "Besides, you won't care."

With that said, she pulled his underpants down. She stared straight at his hardness. It moved from being released. It throbbed from being excited.

She glanced up at him and saw him watching her.

She winked at him and said, "Looks like my kind of flavor."

She licked her lips slowly while still looking at him. She leaned forward slowly and opened her mouth a little. She felt her lips touch the head of his cock and saw his eyes droop. She pulled back a little. She opened her mouth a little wider and carefully blew some warm air onto his cock.

She watched him grimace.

She smiled slightly at him and slid her tongue out. She let her tongue tip touch his cock. The tip of her tongue touched the hole at the top of his cockhead. She reached up then and placed one hand on the side of his leg. With the other hand, she made a 'C' with her thumb and forefinger and held the base of his shaft to steady him.

She moved her tongue tip from the hole and let her tongue slide slowly down the bottom of his shaft. Carefully, her hand holding him steady allowed his cock to be moved by her tongue. As his cock lay throbbing against him, she moved her hand so that her forefinger held his cockhead against him.

She moved her tongue up from where his shaft and balls met. Up along his shaft, her tongue moved. As her tongue reached just below his cockhead, she placed her lips against his shaft and gently sucked.

She heard him sigh softly. She moved her lips away from his shaft and looked up at him again. She moved her finger down from his cockhead and slid it along the wet path of his shaft. She let her hand cup his shaft, still holding it against him. She moved her hand down and then up, making sure to spread her salvia up along him.

As her hand reached his cockhead again, she stopped. She held his cock again against him. She felt it pulse against her hand.

She looked up at him and saw him watching her again.

She moved her other hand from his leg and took his balls gently. Slowly, she massaged his balls. She felt him pulse his cock.

She leaned over slowly, making sure he watched her as she did. She gently kissed the bottom of his shaft near the middle. She made sure her mouth was open slightly as she did.

He watched her as she kissed his cock. He felt her hands massaging his balls, slowly moving around his sack. He wanted to feel her mouth take him in.

He felt her fingers move under his sack. Her fingers continued to massage. His balls lay in the palm of her hand as she slipped a finger between his ass cheek.

He squirmed alittle at the feel of her finger between his cheeks.

She saw him move slightly as her finger approaced his anus. She continued to hold his cock against him as she kissed slowly down his shaft. As she moved up from the base of his shaft, she let her tongue slide along his hardness.

Slowly, she let her finger move at the edge of his anus. She fingered and teased him as her hand slowly massaged his balls.

"You know.." he said in a strained voice, "This will finish me, but it won't feel as good."

She bit his shaft lightly then.

"Ow." he said, laughing nervously.

She continued to kiss and lick his shaft a few more times. Her hand stroking and massaging his balls. Her finger teasing his anus. She felt his cock constantly pulse against her finger.

She glanced up on her way up his shaft with her tongue. She saw him with his eyes closed, a look of concentration etched tightly on his face.

As her tongue reached the rim of his cockhead, she moved her finger away allowing his cockhead to rest on her tongue. She let his cock rest there, feeling his cock throb against her tongue.




Birthday!



Slowly she moved her now freed hand back down along his shaft. Holding him straight again with her thumb and forefinger, she moved the tip of her tongue up from the bottom of his cockhead. She circled the tip of her tongue around the hole and lightly let the tip dip in. She then moved it away and slid her tongue down to the rim of his cockhead. From there, she slowly rolled her tongue around his cockhead. She made sure to breathe directly onto his cockhead. Heavy warm breathes on exhale and tingling cool breathes on inhale. As her tongue circled his cockhead, her hand continued to massage his balls and tease his anus.

She made sure when her tongue rolled down along his cockhead to the bottom, to careful flick her tongue tip along the skin where his cockhead and shaft met. She would then continue around his cockhead with her tongue, breathing on him. Teasing him. 

Her fingers holding his shaft steady moved forward so her whole hand can wrap around his shaft. Slowly, she moved her hand forward, squeezing his shaft. This time, as her tongue reached the bottom of his cockhead, she drew her tongue tip forward. She made sure the tip ran across the bottom leading towards the hole at the top of the cockhead. Her had moved forward, squeezing.

As her hand's forward squeezing motion reached the edge of his cockhead, her tongue tip reached the hole. She looked up at him then. She saw him looking down at her once more. She pulled away from his cockhead with her tongue tip sticking out. She felt the liquid stretch between her tongue and his cock.

She stopped when she guessed the sticky liquid would break. She kept her eyes on his eyes as she opened her mouth slightly. Carefully, she swirled her tongue in mid air as she leaned forward. The strand of liquid between them seemed to swirl and wrap around her tongue. As she reached his cockhead again, she moved her tongue tip to flick across the hole. She scooped out the rest of the liquid with the tip of her tongue.

Her mouth still held open, so close to his cockhead. She paused there for three breathes. Letting him feel her breathe hotly against his cockhead. Then she snaked her tongue out and let the tip touch the bottom of his cockhead. Slowly her head moved forward, drawn as if her tongue was pulling her over his cockhead.

She heard him sigh as her mouth enveloped him. She held his cockhead in her mouth. She felt him trying to push forward. Her hand let go of his balls. She placed the hand at the side of his leg again. Still she held his cockhead in her mouth.

She heard him moan, slightly in frustration and slightly in pleasure. She pushed herself forward then, taking all of him into her mouth. She felt her throat open to accomodate all of him. His cockhead moved down touching the back of her throat.

"Oooh, yes baby" she heard him moan.

She held his entire cock in his mouth. Letting it throb in her mouth. She let her mouth gently pull at his cock. Sucking it once. Then a second time. She heard him moan again.

She slowly moved her head away, letting his cock slide out of her mouth. She stopped as the head of his cock reached her lips. She felt his hands on her head then.

Holding his cockhead in her mouth, She moved her hands away from his cock and the side of his leg. She reached behind her head, taking care not to bite his sensitive cock, and grabbed both his hands in her's. She pulled his hands away towards the wall as she started to suck slowly on his cockhead.

Carefully, she held his hands to his side and against the wall as she sucked. Not pulling his cock deeper into her mouth, but not letting go of his cockhead. Slowly she did this. She let go of his hands, slowly, making sure he doesn't move his hands.

She moved her head slightly so his cockhead is slightly angling into her mouth as she sucked. She glanced up at him as she did this, watching his face. She felt him moving, hips pushing slightly forward, tryin to find a pattern to satisfy his urgent sexual hunger building all along his cock. She continued to slowly suck on his cockhead moving slightly towards to other way, letting his cock angle in another way. Still she sucked slowly.

She saw his his hands move away from the wall. She moved her hands up to his bottom and pulled him slightly away from the wall. His cockhead slid slightly in, she felt him move a little harder. More insistantly. She felt his cock throbbing hard against her lips. She quickly pulled her mouth back out, only enveloping and sucking his cockhead.

"Baby.." he moaned frustrated and excited.

He moved his hips against her, trying to get more of him into her hot, wet mouth.

She grabbed his hands again and moved them behind him. She placed one of his hands ontop of the other behind his bottom. She let go of his hands as her head moved forward once more, taking all of him in again. She pushed her mouth all along his shaft up against him, pushing him back against his hands.

She moved her hand back underneath his cock and again, gently massaged his balls. She heard him moan. Her other hand moved to his waist, carefully trying to control his thrusts forward. Still keeping his cockhead in her mouth, she slowly moved her hand to massage his balls. She watched as he pushed himself harder against her mouth, wanting her to open and let him in again.

With his movements and her slow sucking of his cockhead, she moved her hand down from his waist to once again hold steady his cock. Her thumb and forefinger holding him straight. The rest of her hand rested on him to hold him back from his increasing thrusts. 

She loved the feel of his cock in her hand and in her mouth. She loved the way it throbbed. The way the veiny skin felt so smooth.

She withdrew her mouth from his cockhead.

"No..." He hissed.

He opened her eyes to look at her, even beg her to continue.

She watched him as he opened his eyes. As his eyes locked onto hers, she moved her hand forward. She stroked his cock then, careful to move all the way up to his cockhead and then back down again. Her hand squeezing him.

She watched as his eyes rolled up and closed. His head tilted back against the wall as his hips thrusted against her hand.

She continued to massage his balls as she stroked him. She felt him throbbing and pulsing in her hand. She moved against him as he thrusted out. Feeling every stroke along her fingers and hands, she trembled thinking how this would feel in her.

She knew he was close so she opted to finish him off. She stroked faster.

He moaned, "Yes, baby, keep it up."

She watched fascinated as her hand moved faster along his cock shaft. Her fingers gripping tight but not to tight. She felt his hardness and softness at the same time. Back and forth she stroked.

His hips moved harder against her hand. She watched him as he ground against her hand. She moved her hand faster.

"Yes, almost.." he whispered.

She moved her head forward then, taking his cock into her mouth. She sucked hard. Moving with her hand. Moving against him.

She barely heard him as he loudly hissed his approval. She just wanted to feel him moving in her mouth and her hand. She moved faster. Her tongue licking at the bottom of his cock.

He thrusted harder. He knew now what she meant when she said he won't care. He felt her silky hot mouth and her smooth tight hands stroking him. Sucking him.

He moaned nonstop now. He wanted to grab her head and feel her head moving up and down. Feel her mouth eagerly sucking his cock.

She knew, felt, him tightening. She knew it was coming. She wanted all of him. She moved her hand away and took the rest of him into her mouth. She bobbed her head, smashing her lips against him. Against the base of his cock. Her hand squeezed and massaged his balls.

She felt him bucking against her mouth. She moaned against his cock, sending a vibration down his shaft. She knew he was going to cum. She was going to return the favor and take off of his cum into her mouth.

"Ohhh.." he moaned.

"Mmpht" she moaned.

She let his cock move fast in and out of her mouth. Her tongue remained as still as possible, stroking the bottom of his shaft. Her mouth sucking his cock deeply in and out. His hips pressing him harder against her. Trying to get more of him into her. She sucked, contracting her throat against his cockhead.

"I.." He moaned, "I'm gonna cum.. Yes, yesss.."

She felt him before she heard him. She felt his cock tremble. She felt it along her tongue and in her hand massaging his balls.

He bucked once and shook as he came.

She felt his hot seed reach his cockhead and spill against her throat. Since she felt it, she knew to suck as it came out. She kept sucking, sliding his cock out slightly and then back in. She did this to give her mouth and throat more room for his cum.

She slowed her sucking down as he slowed down. She stopped sucking as he leaned back against the wall with a sigh. She let go of his wet, spent cock.

She looked up at him and smiled.

"I don't tease you that much to do I?" He asked, between gasps of air.

She squeezed his balls with her hand in answer.

He felt her hand squeeze him and his cock throbbed involuntarily.

"Come on," she said as she stood up, pulling her panties and sweats back on.

"We've got the rest of your evening to go through."

"We can't stay in?" he asked.

"Nope," she said shaking her head, "We need to clean up and go through what I've planned for you, birthday boy."

Without waiting for him to button up his pants, she dragged up to the fourth floor and towards his room.

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They showered, together of course. He teased her and she teased him. But she kept her head and had them out of the room in short order.

She had told him they were going to have dinner with some friends and then out dancing afterwards. Then, after all was said and done, they were going to come back to the dorm and finish off his birthday with the unwrapping of his presents.

She was in a nice shirt and a short skirt. Comfortable shoes and a light sprinkle of her favorite perfume.

He was in a shirt and a pair of loose and comfortable fitting slacks. And with a light splash of her favorite cologne. (That's the only type cologne he has.)

They met their friends at the restaurant and celebrated in food and drinks. It was still fairly early so they decided to walk to the club where they were going to meet a couple of other friends.

The air was cool, the stars were bright and he felt just right. They walked along the street with their friends, his arm around her waist. Her thumb hooked onto his belt along his back.

Every once in a while, he would kiss her. A gentle kiss. A soft and loving kiss.

She would return the kiss just as easily.

They reached the club and they paid the entrance fee. Their friends paying for him, being that it was his birthday and all.

The music slammed into them as soon as they entered. Nearly wall to wall were bodies moving to the music. Some to the music not blaring in the club. But everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

The friends moved to the bar where everyone was supposed to meet. As they reached the bar, they spotted their friends at the corner of the bar.

A celebratory drink was toasted to the birthday boy.

He laughed at the toast. He thanked them for the toast and drank to the toast.

Then one by one, the female friends dragged him onto the dance floor. All of them saved the slower dances for his girlfriend.

He found himself watching her as she danced with his friends. He marvelled at the way she moved. The way she seemed to glide across and around her partner.

His current partner leaned over and laughed at him in his ear.

"You know.." she said, "You're making me jealous!"

He turned to her and laughed apologetically. He tried not to stare but found himself glancing back in her direction every now and again.

She spotted him glancing at her as she danced around her partner. She winked at him and moved her hips a bit, the way she knew he liked.

She watched as his dance partner spotted him staring at her. She grinned as she leaned over to say something to him.

She continued to move to the music by her dance partner. She watched as he seemed to laugh in embarrassment.

She saw her friend glance over then. Her friend winked at her as she nodded.

He paid closer attention to his dance partner as they moved to the music. He felt her move her body closer to his as they danced. Her body seemed to tease him as they moved.

He moved with her, making sure not to get too close. The music played and they moved. He glanced over at her again. He watched as she mirrored his dance partner's moves. He found himself imagining her dancing with him.

His hips moved with her's. His hands moving around, sometimes along her body. Sometimes resting on her body.

He watched as she moved her bottom back against her dance partner. He felt her bottom brushing against him.

He moved with her. Feeling himself getting excited at her movements.

His body shaking to the music, rubbing against her body.

He felt her body turn and she faced him as she danced.

Just then another song started.

He realized what he was doing.

"Wow." she said into his ear, "Birthday boy with a birthday surprise!"

She laughed.

He felt a hand pat the front of his pants and his hardening cock.

He laughed embarrassed again.

"My dance partner was just too exciting!" he said to her.

She grinned and said, "I bet you say that to all the women that gets you up."

At that point, his girlfriend saved him. She had walked up and tapped her friend on the shoulder.

"I've got it from here." she said.

Her friend laughed and leaned over to whisper something to her.

She laughed as her friend moved off to find another dance partner.

"What did she say?" he curiously asked.

She grinned at him as her hand grabbed his cock.

"She said you were making a pass at her with this!"

"I was not!" he cried.

She started to dance in front of him. Moving to the music, sliding up to him.

He moved too, as soon as she let go of him. He touched her body then. Unlike his previous partner, he roamed across her body. He kissed her neck as they dance.

He felt her rubbing her body against his.

She moved against his body, the music and the dim lights providing an almost trance like state. She found herself excited. Excited by the way his hands moved across her body. She knew the movements. She felt them before.

He moved his hands up and down her body. First down her sides, then up and down her back. All he wanted to do was touch her, to feel her against his skin. He gyrated against her as she pushed her bottom up against him. He felt her hands on his body too.

Sometimes her hands were on his chest and sometimes on his waist.

She moved her leg between his leg and danced on his lap. She felt his hardness against her leg, even harder if that was possible.

Her hand on his chest, she continued to move. She let her hand slide down his chest to his stomach. She moved behind him, her hand still on his stomach. She moved her body up and down his back as her hand move down.

Her hand slid down to the front of his pants. She felt his hardness and moved to face him again. She looked at him as she moved her hand.

He looked at her somewhat shocked as she stroked him through his pants in the middle of the dance floor. He saw the look in her eye and knew she was excited. He also knew he had better stop it before she got him too far.

He continued to move with her to the music. He put one hand on her hand, not pulling her away. He let his hand run up her arm and to her shoulder. Carefully, he placed his other hand on her waist. He moved his hips forward to the music and moved himself side to side.

He let his hand fall from her shoulder, sliding down the front of her shirt. He let his palm touch her breast. As they moved, the palm of his hand lightly rubbed against her nipple. He let her tease herself along his palm.

Still she moved, not at all phased by his hand. She continued to look at him as they moved.

His other hand moved from her waist to her bottom. He let his hand rest on her cheek. As the music beat a certain beat, his hand would squeeze.

His hand gently squeezed her breast and let go. He abandoned that and moved his hand up to her neck. He let his hand stroke, gently cupping the side of her neck. He pulled her closer as the music moved them. He leaned forward to kiss her.

She watched as he moved close to kiss her. She let go of his cock and moved that hand to his arm. She kissed him back as they moved.

She felt him press his hardness against her then. His hand still squeezing her bottom and his hand cupping the side of her neck. She felt the music move. Moving him. His body moving with it. His body stroking her.

She closed her eyes feeling all of these things with her mind. Imagining them alone with the music playing. She kissed him hard then. Letting the music carry her body against his. She danced.

He danced and kissed her. He found himself grinding his hardness through his pants against her skirt. He moved his head to the side slightly, and he sucked on her neck.

She opened her mouth to gasp or moan. She couldn't hear which she did over the music. His lips had taken part of her neck and sucked her in. She felt it like a shock down her back. Like a tingle across her pussy. She almost missed a step in their dance.

He moved with her, caught up in their dance. Caught up in the way her body felt against his. Again he wanted to taste her. Again he wanted to touch her. He let his hand move from her neck down to her shoulder. His other hand squeezed her cheeck, causing her to push forward against his hardness.

He moved his hand down to her breast again. His lips still sucking her neck. Slow, gentle and long sucks along certain spots of her neck.

She then did gasp aloud as his fingers lightly raked over her nipple through her shirt. This combined with his sucking was driving her wild.

"Hey! Get a room, you two!" one of their friends shouted at them, dancing nearby.

She opened her eyes and realized they were still on the dance floor. She grinned at their friends and pulled him towards the bar.

He followed behind her. Her hand dragging his hand along. He moved behind her, to conceal his now obvious excitement.

They moved to their friends at the corner of the bar. Their friends asked them to watch their stuff so they could go onto the dance floor.

She readily agreed and shoved him down on the stool in the corner. The bartender was at the other side of the bar and everyone at the bar was looking out into the dance floor or chatting with eachother.

She stood between his legs and leaned forward to kiss him hungrily.

He returned the kiss and reached up to cup her face. He felt her tongue and opened his mouth to let her in. His tongue moved forward slightly to greet her tongue.

She let her tongue dance with his in his mouth. She felt his hands move down from her face to her neck. She felt his fingers roaming down her neck, slowly massaging her.

She felt him pull his mouth away from her. She watched him as he leaned over to start kissing her neck. She sighed as his lips touched her neck. The way his lips moved to the right spots, in the right order and with the right movements. She shivered.

The music and the drinks had heightened her sensitivity. She felt one of his hands cup one of her breasts. She felt the soft touching, warm squeezing of his hand. She stepped closer to the stool as his lips moved to another spot.

His fingers curled slightly, cupping her breast. Carefully he squeezed her breast as his lips sucked gently on her neck. His lips let go of her neck as his hand moved off her breast. He moved his hand so that the tops of his fingers were touching her nipple. Slowly he ran his fingers across her nipple.




Birthday



I just got back from the most incredible birthday party I ever had. It was just me and two of my best friends (both women) and the gifts they gave me were amazing. It all began with Linda, my ex-lover. She's 45 and divorced. I'm 26 and single. We were together a few years after her marriage ended and we stayed friends after we broke up. We are really close and our sexual connection never faded. Sometimes when we are between relationships, we make love and it's always hot.

Linda knows what I like, and for my birthday she knew I'd broken up with my girlfriend and hadn't had any loving for two months. It felt like a lifetime. I was complaining about it one night while drinking at a bar with her. She asked me what I would REALLY enjoy if I could have anything I wanted. I was buzzed enough to tell her my wildest, horniest fantasy. 

Linda upped it with Julie, her close friend since college. Julie, who's in her late 40s. is also divorced and dating, but not committed. I knew her pretty well from my years with Linda and we all got along really well. So I was happy when I arrived at Linda's apartment for my birthday dinner and found her there. The place was decorated with balloons and streamers and a big sign, and I had to smile when I saw them. 

I never dreamed they'd do for me what they did. We'd always engaged in a lot of playful sexual banter and the ladies had obviously had a few glasses of wine by the time I arrived. I got a very warm greeting. They handed me a beer and put on some music and we talked and laughed while Linda finished cooking a nice pasta and salad dinner. By the time it was over, they were very tipsy and I had a nice buzz, but no idea what was in store.

"Are you ready for your presents?" Linda asked, glancing at Julie, who smiled sheepishly. 

"Sure," I replied, and they stood up, walked out and left me alone. Ten minutes later, as I wondered what they were up to, they came back wearing ribbons around their hips. 

"So what is this?" I asked. "Shhh," Linda said, "Don't ruin the surprise..."

They walked to the sofa and kneeled on it with their backs to me. Each woman had a big colored bow on her ass --- Linda red, Julie pink -- and they looked over their shoulders at me and wiggled their butts. "Come open your presents," Linda said.

I was confused. "Where are they?" I asked.

"Here!" said Linda, slapping her wide, full ass. "I told Julie what you like to eat most."

My heart started pounding when I realized what she was getting at.

"We're giving you a two layer cake," Linda said, winking over her shoulder. "Vanilla with hot bittersweet chocolate. Your favorite flavor. I hope you don't mind that I told...."

"I uh..." I said, stunned.

"And I told Julie not to shower..." she said with a wink.

"You are such a pervert," Julie laughed, "but I'll let you lick my ass because it's your birthday and you're so hard up..."

I couldn't believe it. Linda has always been into me eating out her ass and she really gets off on it. There's nothing better than the scent of a woman's anal musk and the erotic intimacy of the taste as you slide your tongue into her asshole while the plush warmth of her butt surrounds your face. She knew it was my biggest turn-on, and now two older women were offering me their hot sexy fannies to taste...

"Come open your presents!' Linda said, parting her cheeks to reveal the dark slit of her pink, delicately wrinkled asshole.

Most comfortable with Linda, I went to her first and kissed her neck in appreciation. She's a red-haired, big-hipped woman -- both have the wide hips, soft bellies, full lush thighs and round asses I adore -- and I reached around her and unfastened her jeans. Sliding the zipper down, I opened the top and she gave her hips a little shrug as I slid her pants off. 

Linda wasn't wearing underwear. Her wide, creamy ass looked and smelled delicious. I savored her musk and gave her warm, moist anus a kiss. She stood up to step out of her jeans and left them on the floor. Julie giggled and Linda mugged, putting her hands on her hips and sticking her big bare ass in Julie's direction before kneeling on the sofa again.

Then I moved over to Julie, my heart pounding with lust. She has long, thick dark hair and an olive complexion. She laughed as I fumbled with the clasp of her black jeans, but I finally got them open. Tugging them down, I was treated to their sight of her ample round ass. "Wow," was all I could say. Julie is the heaviest of the two and has the biggest ass, so beautifully firm. My hands trembled as I slid her thong down. 

Julie reached back with both hands and I gazed with intense lust at the sexy brown circle of her anus, it's sharply musky scent so different than Linda's. 

"You ladies are amazing," I said, just looking at them, nude from the waist down and kneeling on the sofa in such a way that their cheeks parted. I've never been so turned on and nervous in my life.

"Time to eat your cake," Linda said. I knelt behind her, my left hand palming Julie's smooth bare ass. Linda parted her cheeks wide. She hadn't showered, knowing I'd get off on the scent and taste of a day's worth of her sweaty, denim-clad funk. It makes her feel really sexy and desirable to know I get turned on by her body's dirtiest place.

I kissed Linda's cool, bare cheeks and ran my tongue up the crack from her pussy to the small of her back. My tongue lingered on her asshole, where her flavor was most intense. She wiggled her bare butt playfully as I eagerly licked, her scent filling me with raging lust, and she said, "Try the other flavor..."

I felt awkward and undecided for a few seconds before moving over to Julie. I palmed her wide, plump cheeks, kissing them and gently pulling them apart. I took my time running my tongue over her buns and down the warm, moist valley between them while she wiggled her ass in my face. I was fighting not to come in my jeans.

After slowly licking and hearing her breath quicken, I pushed the tip of my tongue into her anus. She tasted spicy, like bitter cinnamon. The walls of her tight hole were smooth like rubber and the warmth of her creamy butt cheeks surrounded my face as I pressed deeper. She smelled so good and my tongue tingled. I went deeper for more, and sucked her funky hole, leaving it slick with my saliva as I massaged and squeezed her glorious plump buns.

I deeply tongue-fucked Julie's delicious asshole for a few more minutes as she cooed contentedly. I was so horny it was unbelievable, and the ladies were turned on, too. I had their pussy juices on my chin as I knelt behind Julie. Her clit was swollen, her pussy lips parted with a glistening wetness that she rubbed with her red-nailed middle finger. As I slowly swirled my tongue around and inside her fudge hole she sighed, "Ooooh, he's good." 

I pressed the tip deep into her anus again and sucked. My cock was hard and aching, throbbing and leaking in my jeans and I couldn't believe how lucky I was. I never wanted this to end. I went back to Linda for a few more minutes, then Julie again, savoring the different flavors and scents and textures of each woman's ass, working my tongue as far into them as it could go.

We were all crazy horny. Linda and Julie started kissing and feeling each other's breasts as I licked and caressed and probed and tasted. 

"I didn't know you two were such good friends," I said from behind Julie's bare bottom. Her hole was wet and swollen with excitement, easily admitting my tongue into her satiny rectum. The scent of ass and pussy was in the air as she took off her top. She was now nude except for her sneakers and black knee socks. I slid my tongue into her again, deep and long, pressing my nose into her crack and my chin against her sopping cunt until she came and I could feel her anus clenching as she wriggled and moaned, her thick pussy honey soaking me. 

Linda and Julie were still kissing and fingering each other's cunt, so I knelt behind Linda again and slowly slid my middle finger into Julie's asshole while I licked and sucked Linda's. Both women came after a few minutes, moaning and whimpering. When they were through, I pulled my finger out of Julie's ass and sucked it while they watched. It was slick and funky and bitter and salty and the taste made me want to come.

"Well," said Linda breathlessly, peeling off her black top and bra so she, too, was completely nude in all her voluptuous glory, "now it's our turn."

As I stood, the ladies turned around and sat on the sofa facing me. Tucking their hair behind their ears, Linda unfastened my belt and opened my jeans as Julie watched. 

Linda stroked me, sending a wave of horny pleasure through my fully erect cock. Then the soft warmth of her mouth surrounded the head and she sighed "Mmmmmm" as she sucked. Man, it felt so good. I was moaning. Linda really knows how to pleasure a penis and she took her time slowly swirling her tongue on the head while she glanced at her friend.

"Let me have some!" Julie said and I turned to her, placing my erection against her full lips while taking a deep breath to hold off my orgasm. She cupped my balls and gently stroked my cock, licking a big clear drop of precum while looking up at me. "You are horny aren't you?"

"Uh huh," was all I could say and I gasped when she took me deep in her mouth, sucking hard and moving her head slowly back and forth. I was really fighting to avoid unleashing a torrent of hot cream when Julie and Linda only added to my sweet torture by planting soft kisses on the glistening head and licking the shaft down to my balls and back up. 

"Gonna cum," I gasped and Julie took me again with a deep suck, unleashing the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I let out a loud moan and spurt after spurt of thick white cream shot over her tongue and lips. Linda leaned in and took some in her open mouth. "Mmmm," they both purred appreciatively as Julie kept squeezing and stroking, urging me back to an almost unbearable peak of ecstasy. And just as I was breathlessly finishing, my cream everywhere, Linda gave me one last long suck as she squeezed my last drops out onto her tongue.

My head was spinning and I was catching my breath when these wonderful ladies gave my still throbbing cock a kiss and said, "Happy birthday!" 

I was speechless. All I could do was moan, "Thanks." And that was it. They stood up, dabbing white globs from their breasts and chins, and licking the warm, sticky cream off their fingers as they smiled devilishly at me.

We finished up with a few more drinks -- the ladies put their tops back on but stayed bottomless the rest of the night so I could admire them -- before it was time to go. The memory of what they did for me made me intensely horny again after I got home. I'll be getting myself off forever just thinking about each sexy friend, each bittersweet, delicious ass I tasted and pleasured that night. That was a gift that will definitely keep on giving.



Birthday



It is the darn clock again. 6:00 AM. I look at the ceiling and listen to the big fat nothing. I used to listen to Maria's sweet breath. She slept through the alarm all the time and I loved it. I could watch her, her slow, relaxed breath, her beautiful breasts rising and falling. Sometimes I played with them till her nipples got hard and she started to twitch and squirm in her dreams. I've never asked her about those dreams, because we were too busy with each other after she woke up. Once or twice a month I got super lucky when she kicked off the blanket in her sleep and I could wake her up by kissing her between her legs. Oh Man! Old mighty days!

Fuck Man! You can't do this to yourself! Get up and get moving! You just turned fucking 30 years old today! She left the country 3 months ago! Move on! Get an another woman and fuck her!

I'm still lying in bed and thinking which one of the voices in my head shall I listen to. The one that lives in the past with Maria or the one that kicks my ass regularly. The third wins. The good boy who gets up, makes the bed, dresses up, puts something into the grumbling stomach, gets on the bus and gets his ass to his workplace by 8AM.

When I arrive all my colleagues are there waiting for me. I look at them and I see different faces, some very excited, some showing sorry and pity. They used to look up to me, I was the best team lead in the whole organization, a natural leader and the only reason I am still here is because my team works so effective even without my direct attention that nobody in the organization even notices my mental absence.

Man! Put your fucking self together. This gotta stop! Look at these faces! A bunch of sorry asses looking at your sorry ass! Yell! Break something! Quit! Just stop feeling sorry for yourself!

The numb me wins again and I smile to them and sing the Happy Birthday with them and play along like a nice boy. Everything changes when a large flat box is given to me. All of them are on their heels to see my reaction so I quickly tear it apart and there is an Andrew Morrow oil painting, my favourite artist. I can't say anything just look at the painting and then look at them and forget everything. I am myself again, feeling alive, happy, excited. My eyes are filled with tears and I hug them one by one.

On the painting there are two couples making love on the river. The brunette with long curly hair lies on her side with legs spread and her partner fills her anus from behind. Both of their faces show excitement, tension, love, passion. The heat of the moment is captured frantically. In contrast the other couple embraces each other in a gentle way in a missionary position while looking at the other pair, like their passion is being fed by the others. A real masterpiece!

When I look up I see that some of my female colleagues are blushing heavily. Sex or this kind of sex is not part of the culture in the organization. I thank everybody again and put the painting back to its box which looks more like a reminder of a nuclear fallout after my hurried opening. The day is starting and people are leaving. The last to depart is my team leader colleague, Juanita, she runs the support team. I offer her an another thank you hug, but she hugs me strong, pulls me into her body and I can smell her hair, feel her breasts even feel her sex. I return her passionate hug. She whispers into my ear that she picked the painting for me and with that she turns around and I watch her white mini skirt dancing away. She looks back over her shoulder and catches me staring at her butt. Smiles and reaches for her skirts, lifts it up to treat me with a completely naked butt. No tan lines, no panty and I catch a glimpse of a tattoo too. I stare at her like this was the first time I see a naked arse. She laughs out loud and walks away with a beet red face.

What a day Man! You see, sometimes the grass is greener on this side of the fence. Yeah!

I unwrap the painting to take a look at it again and am still wondering what the hell has just happened. I don't have much time to think, because work is waiting and the first time in the last 3 months I am looking forward to it. I start with cleaning, rearranging and reorganizing my office. I work hard all day long and at 4PM I have a brand new office. It looks like I just moved in. Time to call it a day!

For a moment I debate whether I should call for a cab because of the painting or just risk taking the bus. The cheap me wins over and I head for the station. Big mistake! When I get on the bus there are still empty seats in the back where the seats are sideways, facing each other. I sit down with the painting between my legs. As we progress through downtown more and more people get on and we start feeling like herrings in a can. I realized that I need to cover the corner of the painting with my hand otherwise it is going to hurt somebody badly in their private parts, because the frame reaches up to people's crotches. I have two dudes standing right in front of me and the painting is between them. I'm in an awkward position leaning on the frame and reaching beyond these two guys to cover the sharp corner. I don't even see who is there, but occasionally something bumps into my hand. I just hope that the painting isn't going to be damaged. I should have taken a cab. Damn it!!! Stupid me!

The bus stops again and the driver yells "Move back please." We get even more compacted as more people get on and I feel a bottom being firmly pressed to my hand. Darn, this is getting worse and worse. As we start moving again I have a moment to see through between the dudes around me and I notice that I'm intruding the personal space of a young lad in an ocean blue tiny skirt, matching top and hat. It seems that she either doesn't mind or doesn't care about the situation so I relax a bit.

The devil starts up in me again, not the first time today when the bus hits a bump on the road and the people bounce to one another. She does too and my hand ends in between her ass cheeks. Different thoughts are running through my mind and I feel different things inside. I'm embarrassed, I'm excited, my body responds and my pants are getting tight. Dude this is awesome! Come on you are not 14 anymore to take advantage of young lad, this is like peeping through a keyhole! Grow up! No! No! This chick loves this, just enjoy the show. I snap myself out of this internal nonsense and focus on what is actually happening.

She shows no sign of discomfort. Her ass is simply attached to my knuckles, like she was sitting on my hand. I'm sure that I will not move. Firstly I can't do anything, secondly if I moved my hand she would end up with the corner of the frame stuck up in her ass. Not good.

We move on and I'm shocked to feel a subtle twist in her hip. It is not one of those bumpy motions that the bus cause. This is deliberate from her. Am I hallucinating? But no, she very slowly twists her hip back and forth, every 3-4 seconds or so.

The bus stops suddenly and she is pushed out of our position. My hand is at her left hip. Now what? She must have the same question on her mind, because there's a hesitant move in her body as I feel that she presses herself to my hand. Then she lifts her left hip and gyrates it so she ends up being on my hand again, but this time deeper. Through the textile of her skirt I feel that I must be touching her butt hole. She continues with the twisting back and forth very slowly.

I'm torn. Shall I join her? Shall I just be a toy for her? It doesn't take much time to decide and I start turning my hand and offer my fingers instead of my knuckles, but she stops all motions immediately. Did I screw this up? Will she move away? My thumb ends up between her cheeks and my index finger on her crotch. No movement for 10 seconds. I almost give up, when she reaches back and lifts her skirt and I glimpse a naked butt, no tan line and a tiny tattoo saying "Nita." Déjà vu! I've seen this exact image today. This can't be true!? Could this young lad be Juanita? But she wore a white skirt in the morning.

I don't have much time to think since the sensation takes over my thinking. I feel her anus and crotch attached to my fingers. Now she is the one who waits. I slowly move my thumb in small circles on her arsehole and my index finger along her lips reaching for her clit. I keep stroking her and she joins me with a gyrating motion. I have hardly any feedback about what I do so I really need to sense what's going on, but I must be doing great, because when my index finger is at her entrance she pushes down and I'm in her hot pussy. I take initiative and I press my thumb stronger on the little bud as well and loosen it up a bit. My middle finger is nicely attached to her clit and I make small sideways motions to stimulate it. She responds with her muscles in both holes.

Passion takes over me and I really need to control myself not to start visibly fucking her with long, strong strokes with my finger. But I get more active and wiggle my fingers deeper and in both holes. I always dreamed about rubbing my fingers together through the tiny walls between the anus and pussy. Wow! I'm just doing that. I see that she drops her head and her knees are getting wobbly. I keep rubbing and moving my fingers on her clit, in her holes and I feel her pussy get very tight and pulsates. She must be having an orgasm.

She is calming down now and I slowly remove my fingers and stroke gently her clit only. After a half a minute I stop that too and I rest my wrist on the frame again. She wants to feel me because she wiggles till her ass hole attaches again to one of my knuckles.

It seems that our session is over, but I'm so hard I can hardly think and I really want to know whether she is Juanita or not. We get to a transit station where usually a lot of people get off and I stand up and put my left arm around her waist. She looks back and I see Juanita smiling at me. I kiss her and she passionately kisses me back.

When the people depart we sit down beside each other in complete silence and wait for the bus to finally arrive at my station which is only a minute away. When we get off the bus I just wrap my hand around hers and we walk toward my apartment in silence. When we get into the elevator I put down the painting and grab her by her arse to lift her up. We are passionately kissing. I put her down and pull down her skirts and she steps out of it. Without asking she hands me her hat and removes her top and hands it to me too. Then she gives me her purse and her high heels as well. She is like when she was born, beautiful, naked, alive. We arrive to the 25th floor. She calmly steps out and I follow her. She turns around and with her hand asks me where to go. I shrug my shoulders.

She heads toward the doors and checks whether she can figure out which one is mine. I follow her from behind and know that she won't find it. Sometimes she turns around giggling. She stops and pulls her eyebrows up when we visited all 12 doors on the corridor without luck. I shrug my shoulders again. As a response she kneels in front of me and unzips my pants, reaches in and fishes out my throbbing cock.

We lock eyes and I wait for her to mount me, but she just keeps my cock an inch from her mouth. Payback time. I think. With her other hand she touches herself and starts masturbating. We just look at each other and I see her control disappearing when the lust kicks in. I take that moment of weakness and pull her up, turn her around, bend her and shove my full length into her pussy in one motion. She gasps hard and I start pumping her like an animal. Her knees gets weak and she can hardly hold herself. She bits her wrist not to cry out loud, but it doesn't work and she looses it and shrieks like a hawk. I'm not even close to being done with her, but it is time to get private. I let her drop to her knees, pick up her clothes from the floor and walk to the door 20 feet away with my cock showing the way like it was a compass. I toss all of her cloths to my apartment and realize that I left the painting in the elevator.

I walk back to the elevator with my dangling cock and wait for it to arrive. Juanita gets herself together by now and walks up to me with a wicked smile on her face. She starts undressing me and I play along. By the time the elevator arrives I'm naked and she is happily sucking me. When the door opens I jump to the side, because Miss Wilkins, an elderly lady from the 27th floor, is staring at us. She understandingly hands me the painting and waits for the door to close. By this time Juanita is gone with all my cloths and is laughing hard from the door and then shuts it in front of my nose. I'd better not mess with this women in the future because the paybacks are painful.

I stand there stark naked covering my intimate parts with the painting when the elevator opens again and Miss Wilkins walks out of it. She is holding my bag which I also forgot to fetch. She very understandingly walks up to me hands me the bag and knocks on the door gently and says "Open it, he payed enough." The door opens and Juanita stands there stark naked. "You are not just clever my dear, but absolutely gorgeous too. Now get inside you too." Says Miss Wilkins and walks back to the elevator. Why do I have the feeling that this is not the first time these two have met, but I don't ask unnecessary questions.

I put the painting on my desk and point to the couple having anal sex and then the one in the missionary position and lift my eyebrows? She grabs my hand and directs it to her butt. I lift her and carry her to the bedroom and pin her to the bed with her bum sticking out. I start licking her clit and move higher slowly. I end up eating her gorgeous, pulsating ass hole. I go back and forth several times before I stay with her little bud and penetrate it with my tong while using my fingers on her clit and pussy. She starts loosing it and just before she'd climax I move up and put my cock at the entrance.

She pushes back 4-5 times, but we need lubrication. I don't have anything at home so I grab the body lotion and squirm a big dose out and massages it into her ass. We try again and now her ass stretches enough to let me in. I let her dictate the rhythm for now, but when she starts rubbing her clit and comes unexpectedly like an avalanche I take over. Her body collapses and I need to grab her hip in order to be able to keep thrusting. She moans continuously. It is just too much for her now so I stop and let her rest on the bed.

She is still somewhere else and have not returned to Earth. I lay beside her and keep fondling her breasts, stroking her body. She opens her eyes and looks at me like she has no idea where she is. I can see it in here eyes when her mind kicks in and she registers me, the room and what we have done. She smiles at me and reaches for my cock. Twists herself and offers herself from behind. We are looking at the painting on my desk and I enter her anus exactly as it is captured on the image in front of us. I'm in haven and soon enough we both come strong and hard.

We look at each other and we know that we found each other for life. With that thought we fall asleep in each others arm.



Birthday



"I shouldn't be here." I tell myself. Standing outside the bar, garish neon lights blinking slowly in my face, I shiver and almost leave. It's loud inside - people laughing and a blare of music trying to drown everyone out. I'm standing about 15 feet away by a dead lamp post. Watching. A somewhat steady stream of people in and out, various states of dress. Various types. Nice, casual, punk, grimy - all kinds.

I just turned 21. I'm going. Fuck my parents. Fuck the Church and fuck everyone else. All I've known my entire life is what I shouldn't do. How I should act. How I should be starting to think about settling down with some pretty girl and thinking about a family. Too goddamned young if you ask me. I'm on winter break from school, staying with my parents and couldn't stand another night listening to them natter on about responsibilities and what's expected of me.

My breath steams in the air while a little dusting of snow falls around me, futilely trying to dampen the sound pounding from the building. When the stream of people dies down, I force myself to move. Now or never, I tell myself. The bouncer (a big burly guy with an almost porcine face) stops me to ask for my ID. My hands shake when I pass it over but I tell myself it's the cold. He looks at the ID and then me. ID then me. Then to my shaking hands. Back to me. "You okay, kid?" He asks. His voice sounds surprisingly gentle.

"Y... yeah. J... Just cold is all." I don't think he buys it but he gives me back my ID and waves me in with a quick hand stamp. What can he do to stop me? It's a real ID.

It's warm inside. And bright. And loud. The sound rolls over me like a wave and I blink, looking around to get my bearings. The bar. There. Mostly everyone is sitting around small round tables on the floor but I want the bar. A few people look up and then back to the drinks and conversation - some eyes linger for a bit. I make my way to the bar, finding a large empty spot, and then sit down. I don't even remember what I ordered. I just picked something from the menu because none of it makes sense. I have a general idea of what tequila and vodka and other drinks are but I've never had alcohol. My face is flush and the barrage of sound is disorienting. I spend my time staring at the surface of the bar and almost squeak when the waiter puts the glass in front of me.

The drink burns. My first time with alcohol and I almost sputter and spit it everywhere. My sinus is on fire and I almost hack up a lung. People LIKE this stuff? Why in the world...?

"You all right there?" Now I do squeak. I didn't hear the guy walk up but there he is. Casual white button down shirt open slightly. Tie in his open suit coat pocket. Handsome, older - 40? and a 5 o'clock shadow. I try to talk, can't and then nod my head. "Good. Mind if I sit? Getting crowded." I nod again and he sits with a sigh, as if letting off all the pressures of the day.

We talk a bit. Well, he talks at me and I sometimes nod but eventually I'm answering. Now I'm feeling good. Happier. Smiling. My drink is half gone and I'm laughing and joking with the guy next to me. He's watching and he's got these little crinkles in the corners of his eye. Little wrinkles here and there, happy ones that say he's had a decent life.

I don't even notice when he puts his hand on my thigh.

No, instead, I'm laughing about some story he's told... some... it's hard to remember. Some story about his secretary getting drunk at a Christmas party and flashing everyone. An older lady. Dancing on tables. His hand is massaging my thigh and it feels good. I cover it with my own and feel how rough his are. Large against my smaller hands. I'm on ... I don't know how many drinks I've had now. They don't even burn any more and I'm not paying for them so I don't really care.

Now he's whispering in my ear and it tickles. The bathroom. He wants to go to the bathroom. Oh. Oh. With me. Oh. I... But... His hand is on my crotch and I'm hard - was hard before he touched me. Was hard when he sat down to talk to me.

I'd wondered. For the longest time. I'd wondered. I tried dating girls. I kissed a few. I just... it just doesn't work. After a certain age, I watched men more. And then, more subtly when I heard my parents talking late at night - after they saw me checking out a man. Fighting. Arguing. Wondering if I were gay.

I am. I want him. This man that smells faintly of cologne. 

"Yes." I tell him. He's a little over 6 feet tall to my 5 and a half. He takes my hand and pulls me along and I watch him walk. So confident. So sure of himself and not self-conscious worrying about anyone else around him. He drops my hand 5 feet from the bathroom and goes in. I breathe deeply a few times and then push the door open - just to see him going into a stall. The bathroom is empty. Thank God. Thank God.

The stalls are large and, if I weren't drunk, I might wonder if that's on purpose but I'm not and I doubt they are anyway. He's got a small bottle in his hand and he's watching me.

"Are you sure?" He's asking. I nod, undoing my belt and zipper. "Just... just... will it hurt?" 

I hear the cap pop on the bottle. "A little. I have good lube but, yeah, it'll hurt a little. And then it'll feel good. The alcohol will help. Just breathe through your nose and it'll eventually pass. Hold the wall."

"O... okay." And, I do. I close my eyes, clamp my teeth down and start breathing heavily through my nose. My pants are down around my feet and my dick is throbbing in the cool air, small but proud. I feel one of his hands on my ass and I squirm. I've... I've never had someone touch me there. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. I can feel the head of his dick against me. It's slick and warm, probing my ass.

I almost scream when he pushes the first time but he backs off. And then again. It hurts. Oh Jesus, it hurts and I'm trying to relax my ass but I'm scared and nervous and excited and I wan OH FUCKING CHRIST! I scream, muffled through my teeth. It's... somehow he's in and, fuck! It hurts. I can feel him against me, his whole body. He takes my shoulder in his hand and whispers in my ear to keep breathing. I can feel my tears but I nod back. I almost scream against when he pushes in slightly but he pulls out more and then he's spreading lube on my ass and the base of his dick. It doesn't hurt quite as bad when he pushes in again. Still really painful but not quite as bad.

And then he pushes in again - slightly. And again. And again. He's right. Eventually it hurts less. Eventually, I start to want more. Now I'm pushing back against him, feeling how deep he is in me. Hearing him grunt. Not hearing the bathroom door open and close as people come and go. There are nerves and things going on that I can't even comprehend beyond how amazing it feels. Well, beyond the pain still remaining. 

I'm ... I'm ... I can't ... I can't hold it... I moan when I cum, sperm hitting the bathroom stall and dropping my hips as my legs buckle. I shake a little but he's still in me. Starting to push harder. I'm trying to push back but my legs are weak. I want to feel him more but I can barely even hold myself up - until I feel his arm around me, holding me. He's strong and I relax against him, hearing the noise as he's pounding me. His rough beard against my cheek, breath hot and strong with alcohol. Large hands on my stomach and shoulder. Feeling each jolt as his dick pounds into me. Feeling my own dick struggle to get hard with each electric pulse. Hearing his breathing go ragged and harsh.

"Fu...fu...I'm going to cum... I'm..." and then he does. It's, I'm not going to lie, it's not a pleasant feeling. Not exactly. Part of it? Yes. It's just that the feeling of warm liquid in my ass makes me feel funny. But, oh, I'm trying to get hard again. It just... it just feels... The head of his dick is swelling in my ass and I'm hard again. I can feel him reach around to grab my dick, pumping it as the head of his dick expands in me. He's jerking my dick around and I'm squirming against him. I can't cum again for a while but it feels so good to have his rough callused hands around my dick.

I can feel his cum leaking out of me. Out of my ass as he's pushing into me slightly, pushing the cum out. I should feel ashamed but I'm not. Maybe it's the alcohol or something else but I feel like laughing and I want more.

Because, what the hell.

It's my birthday.