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Bitchin' Birthday Bash

By: Hullo_nurse



"I'm so glad the day is almost over," sighed Emily as she sifted once more through the stack of paperwork on her desk. "That fucking invoice has to be here somewhere!" 

Emily glanced up from the clutter and saw her boss walk by the door. She hoped he didn't choose now to come in and talk about her complaint against a co-worker for sexual harassment. All Emily wanted to do was neaten the piles on her desk, turn the computer off and go get blitzed with her best friend. It was her birthday, her 25th birthday, and she was still single. She had had so many aspirations and goals that she had wanted to meet by her 25th birthday, and it seemed that she had not met a single one. She wasn't married; she didn't have 2.5 kids, the SUV or the house on a hill in good neighborhood just blocks away from the park. All she had to speak for her 25 years on this planet was this monotonous job with the accounting firm, a crummy one-bedroom apartment, her cat Twix and the drawerful of dildos and vibrators that kept her cumming for hours on end. 

"God dammit!" Emily swore under her breath as Clark walked in without even knocking.

"Hello, sunshine. Don't you look ravishing with the scowl on your face? Why don't I just crawl under your desk and do what I can to change that into a look of ecstasy," Clark said smugly as he reached over to play with a tendril of Emily's hair that had fallen out of the clasp. 

"Go away, Clark. You know I don't appreciate it when you talk to me like that. I thought I asked you not to come in my office without knocking. And take your hands off of me," Emily insisted as she moved her head to the side, her hair pulling out of Clark's grasp. 

"Ahem," Josh cleared his voice. "Clark, may I see you for a minute? NOW," Josh beckoned Clark out of Emily's office. 

Emily sighed in relief as Josh, her incredibly handsome boss, clasped his arm around Clark's shoulder and steered him towards the conference room at the end of the hall. She put the stack of invoices to the side and shut down her computer. It was 4:48pm; close enough to call it quits for the day. She just had to get out of there, especially after Clark had shook her up so much. That prick. One of these days he would get what was coming to him.

Emily got in her Celica and drove towards home, dialing up Amy on her cell as she merged onto the highway. As the phone rung on the other end Emily pulled her hair free of the clasp, letting her brunette tresses blow in the wind. Amy answered on the second ring. 

"Hey, there girlfriend! Happy Birthday! Are you ready for a wild and crazy night? I have some real fun planned for you. Put on your slinky little black dress and those fuck-me heels and get over to my place pronto!"

"Oh, Amy," Emily said with exasperation in her voice. "That creep accosted me again in my office just before five. He wanted to get under my desk and… well, I'm sure you can guess the rest. Josh rescued me just in the nick of time. Boy, I wish I could turn the tables on Clark just once to make him see how it feels!"

"You know what I say, Em. What goes around comes around. Eventually that sack of shit will get what is coming to him. Try to forget all about that fag and lets have a good time tonight!"

"Ok, sweets. I'm pulling into my spot now. Just let me take a quick shower and I'll be there in a jiffy. We can get ready together. I just throw my stuff in a bag and come over."

"Well, in that case, just come over. You can shower here. I already took mine and I know there is hot water left. I'm sure we can make it fun," Amy said with a chuckle.

Emily ran up the steps and gathered her stuff. She grabbed a duffel bag and threw her makeup, brush, heels and toothbrush in there. She got her dress out of the closet. Clean panties - the black thongs - and her peek-a-boo bra went into the bag as well. As she was closing the drawer her double dong caught her eye. She hastily tossed it into the bag with everything else. Maybe she would get lucky with Amy tonight. She had been fantasizing about being with Amy again for the past six days. The few times they had been together had been magical, but she wasn't sure if they were a fluke, or if there was a spark between them. They were best friends, and had been for years, but had only been having these erotic interludes over the past month. 

Emily made it to Amy's condo in 15min flat. Not bad for Friday afternoon traffic. Before she could reach for the bell Amy opened the door and pulled Emily to her for a big hug. 

"Happy Birthday!" she shouted as she swatted Emily's ass. "How many spankings do I get to give you again? Oh, yeah, 25 this year!! Do you want them now or after your shower?"

Emily laughed as she tried to evade Amy's playful smacks. "Stop it, you moron. Let me get in the door at least! I don't want your neighbors gossiping!"

Amy started laughing as well and moved to give Emily room to get inside. She took her friend's bag and brought it into her bedroom, placing it on the bed. She unzipped it and poured the contents out.

"What the hell are you doing?" Emily gasped as the dildo fell from the bag in plain sight. 

Amy ignored her and picked up the dildo, thong and peek-a-boo bra. "Looks like you have some REAL fun in mind for tonight. Shall we get you undressed and in the shower? This is a full-service experience tonight, so just relax and let me pamper you." 

Amy turned Emily around and lifted the hair from her nape. As she reached for the zipper of Emily's dress Amy leaned down and kissed her neck softly, trailing kisses as the zipper moved down exposing Emily's soft creamy white skin. Amy stopped at the base of Emily's spine and reached up to push the dress off Emily's shoulders. 

"You are so beautiful, my friend. I just love caressing your body. We may never get out of here tonight," Amy spoke as her hands skimmed Emily's shoulders and down her arms. 

Amy resumed kissing and nipping at Emily's neck, slowly moving from side to side. Her eyes closed, Emily found herself moving her head to the opposite side, stretching her neck to give Amy more access to her exposed skin. With her teeth Amy tugged one brazier strap at a time off Emily's shoulder and down her arm. As Emily started to sway Amy gracefully unlatched Emily's bra. Amy shifted her hands to gently cup Emily's hefty bosom, letting the bra fall to the floor. 

"You are always so tender with me. Not like the boys who are hasty and rough. I love the way your hands slide over me, teasing me, making my pussy so wet," Emily admitted as Amy's palms grazed Emily's jutting nipples. 

Amy turned Emily around and their lips melded together. Soft, wet kisses at first transpired between the two friends, and then more passionate ones. Amy's tongue licked Emily's lips and then pushed into her mouth, searching out her tongue. Slow swirling motions were gradually replaced by rapid flickering. Emily opened her mouth wider to accommodate Amy's tongue, her hands moving to cup Amy's face, fingers twined in Amy's auburn hair. 

They stepped closer together, Emily's bare breasts rubbed roughly by the stiff terrycloth of Amy's robe. Amy deftly removed Emily's slip, leaving her in thigh-hi hose, heels and wispy white silk panties. Amy slid her hands to Emily's soft globes of flesh, caressing her ass through the silk. 

"Mmmmm," Emily moaned as Amy's hands slid under her panties and her fingers teased Emily's back door. "God, you are getting me so hot!"

Amy shrugged off her robe, knowing the roughness tantalized Emily's exposed nipples, but wanting to tease her more before bringing her to release. She led Emily over to the bed and had her sit on the edge. Amy kneeled down and took Emily's foot in her hand. She kissed each toe and then slowly made her way up Emily's foot and calf to her knee. Licking behind her knee, Amy then continued her way to Emily's thigh where the elastic band of hose was. She licked the tender skin just under the band, as Emily unconsciously spread her legs wider apart. 

Emily could not keep her eyes off her friend's lips, watching them move closer and closer to her apex. Her panties were damp with her juices, her pussy tingling in anticipation of the pleasures to come. She resisted lying back on the bed, not wanting to miss a thing. The sensation of Amy's tongue on her flesh where the tight elastic had pressed all day was unbelievable. So soft and wet, sensuous and gentle, yet hotter than she ever imagined. 

Amy looked up to see the passion stirring in Emily's eyes. Her lips were swollen and slightly parted, slick from licking them. Her cheeks were flushed, pink with desire. Her eyes were wide-open, irises brilliant, daring Amy to continue.

Amy could smell Emily's excitement as she neared her friend's dew-filled flower. 

Kissing above the band of elastic now, Amy reached up and pushed Emily down on the bed. She moved closer, now fully between Emily's legs, and leaned in. She kissed one thigh from the top all the way down the side to the bed covers. Slowly she inched closer to Emily's fragrant pussy, until she was able to kiss the edges of her silk panties. Amy tongued under this elastic as well, from the top of Emily's thigh to her outer lips, barely grazing them with her tongue. After torturing Emily the same way on her other leg Amy moved in for the kill. 

Still with her panties covering her moist center, Emily didn't know if she could stand the exquisite sensations Amy was lavishing upon her. Her clit was throbbing and she wasn't sure if she could wait to climax until Amy allowed her to, or if she would disappoint her friend by losing it too soon. 

"Amy, please, stop teasing. I need to cum so bad. I want to feel your tongue on my clit. My pussy is aching for you. Please," Emily begged.

Amy didn't bother to answer, just continued with her slow and steady seduction. She pulled Emily's panties up tightly, so that they clung to her every contour. Then she pushed the fabric into the creases deeper with her tongue, tracing every curve until the silk was transparent. She could see Emily's clit straining to pierce through the silk, just begging for attention. With one last lick Amy brushed the pea-sized nubbin with her tongue and then sat back on her heels. 

Emily was holding her breath, muscles taut trying not to let the waves of pleasure wash over her just yet. She wanted to ride higher, not crash just yet. She could not give in to her body. 'Please, please, please, please, please. Not yet, don't cum yet,' she thought to herself. As Amy moved away from her crotch Emily let out her breath. She didn't know if she should feel relieved or disappointed. 

Amy slid off Emily's heels, tossing them to the center of the room and out of the way. Then she reached for the elastic band of Emily's thigh-hi's and rolled the hose down her well defined legs one at a time. She grabbed Emily's hands and pulled her to a sitting position.

"Off to the shower we go. Come on, birthday girl. Time to get you squeaky clean!"

Amy chose this condo partly because of the fabulous master bath. It had a huge shower built for at least 2, if not 3 or four. There were shower sprays on three walls and one of them was a massage spray that was also hand-held. The tub was a Jacuzzi and also had room for two people. The bathroom itself was almost as big as the master bedroom. There was also a huge wrap-around walk-in closet with a loveseat so you could sit and chose your clothes for the day. A three-way mirror was in the closet as well, so it was more of a dressing room than a closet, per se. The master suite took up more than half of the square footage of the condo, but it was where Amy spent most of her time. 

Emily moved to discard her wet panties, but Amy forbade it. "I want all those succulent juices in my mouth, not washed away with the bathwater. Keep your panties on until I take them off."

Amy adjusted the temperature of the water and steam rose above the fiberglass door filling the bathroom. She guided Emily into the shower and then closed the door behind them. Water pelted them from all sides and Emily basked in the sensation. She could feel the droplets stinging her hard nipples and yearned to feel the forceful massage spray on her clit. Emily brought her hands to her breasts, tugging on her nipples and rolling them between her fingers and thumbs. Her entire body was alive with the burden of passion unfulfilled. 

Amy took the shower puff and poured lilac gel onto it, then wet it under the spray. As the gel lathered she brought it to Emily's back. Scrubbing roughly, Amy washed away the day's tension, relaxing Emily. Amy washed her legs and arms, then turned her around to get her chest. She seemed to get stuck at Emily's breasts, scouring her nipples until they were a brilliant red. After rinsing the soap off Amy gently suckled Emily's angry nips, soothing them with her lips and tongue. 

Still panty-clad Emily let Amy soap her up and then rinse it away, the smell of lilacs lingering. She was rather enjoying this pampering, but was still horny as hell, the sexual tension never leaving her. As a matter of fact it was getting worse, knowing that eventually Amy would have to let her take off her panties.

"You smell good enough to eat, Em. How about I help you get out of those wet panties? Why don't you put one foot up here while I slide these off." Amy showed Emily the footrest in the molding, placed just at the right height so that one could shave her legs with ease and comfort. 

Tucking her thumbs under the elastic at Emily's hips, Amy removed Emily's panties and tossed them in the corner. She repositioned the spray behind her so it was spraying straight down instead of at the center of the shower and knelt down at the "v" in Emily's legs. She spread Emily's outer lips and gazed at the beautiful sight before her. 

Emily sighed and leaned back against the tile. Amy's pert tits stared up at her, and she could see the downy hair of Amy's pussy shaped in a heart. Emily herself was bare, something she did every once in a while for a change of pace. Just this morning she had used the depilatory cream to give herself a satiny finish. She could feel Amy's fingers touching her outer lips. Emily closed her eyes, wanting to bask in every single sensation.

Amy licked her lips and leaned closer. She took a deep breath, inhaling the strong scent of female arousal. She would love to tease and tantalize Emily all night, but they did have a timetable to stick to. They were due at the club by 8:30pm. She couldn't wait to see the look on Emily's face when she realized what they were really doing for her birthday! This first climax for Emily was just to take the edge off, preparing her for many more to come this evening. 

She kissed the outer lips and then let her tongue search for the sticky sweet nectar inside. Upon finding the trickling stream Amy spread the flower open more and lapped at Emily's opening. She tasted marvelous. She plunged her tongue inside, fucking Emily's tight cavern repeatedly. As Emily began to quiver Amy pulled Emily's lips up to expose her nubbin of pleasure. Amy slurped it into her mouth and nipped it with her teeth, then sucked on it strongly to make it as hard as a marble. 

Emily was shaking and cried out, "Please, Amy! Please, I need to cum. Let me cum! I am on the brink. May I cum, please?"

"Not yet, my sweet. You must enjoy the pleasure for a few moments longer. Don't cum yet. If you do I will have to handcuff you to the bed and leave you there all alone until Monday morning. Patience. Have patience. Relax. Enjoy the sensation of your climax building inside you. Let your clit throb and your nipples ache. Yes, play with your nipples. Tell me what you are doing to your nipples my water nymph," Amy instructed Emily.

"I have my fingers and thumbs around my nipples. I'm squeezing them and rolling them between my fingers. They are hard, so very hard and sore. I'm pinching them now and tugging on them, stretching them out as far as I can. I'm trying to make them hurt so I won't cum. I'm trying so hard to obey you, Amy, but it isn't working. I need to cum! Please!!!!!" Emily cried out as she started to quake.

Amy licked Emily's clit up and down and all around, bringing her dangerously close to orgasm and then stopped. She blew on Emily's clit, seeing if she could push her over the edge or if Emily could hold back. Emily won this time and was able to control herself, but barely. Amy was ready to bring her over the top and let her cum. She reached up and grabbed the hand-held massage showerhead and turned it to a solid stream of water. She aimed it at Emily's open pussy and moved it back and forth. 

"Cum my sweet, let it carry you to the top of the mountain," Amy said just before she attacked Emily's clit with renew vigor. 

Amy let the water jet strike Emily's clit once, twice, three times and then she focused it to Emily's tunnel of love. Amy licked Emily's button in a circular fashion, around and around until she could feel it jumping under her tongue. Amy dropped the showerhead and crossed her index and middle finger together; inserting them inside Emily as she started to cum. Amy felt for Emily's g-spot and massaged it through Emily's orgasm, bringing her to the brink of passing out. 

Emily felt the orgasm begin in her toes and travel down her spine, tingling the entire way. Her clit felt as if it were on fire and her heart was pounding. She bore down, her clit jutting out further into Amy's mouth. She held her breath as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. It seemed to last forever, and then she felt Amy's fingers inside her. 'Oh my god,' she thought as Amy brought her to another level. She was shaking uncontrollably now and felt like she needed to sit down. Finally she remembered that she was holding her breath and let it out, gasping for air. She slid down to the floor of the shower to catch her breath, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"How was that, birthday girl?" asked Amy. 

Wordlessly Emily got up off the floor. Amy turned the water off and grabbed a towel to dry them. First she dried Emily, them herself. They padded into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. 

"Wait, I have something for you to open before you get dressed," Amy told Emily. She reached under the bed and pulled out a small wrapped package. "Open it now. I want you to wear them tonight."

Thinking it was some sort of jewelry, Emily cautiously unwrapped the package. She thought the felt box was a little big for a pair of earrings, but with Amy you never know. Emily was quite surprised when she opened the box. Nestled inside were a pair of ben-wa balls. 

"Oh my god! I can't believe you got me these. Amy, you are crazy!"

"No, not crazy. I want you to have a night like none other tonight. I thought that you could be in a constant state of arousal with these tucked inside. Come on, let me put'em in your pussy. I'm sure you're still all nice and wet."

Amy bent over and took the ben-wa balls in her hand. She pushed Emily's legs apart and put one of the balls at the entrance of her still tight pussy. With her fingers Amy spread Emily's nether lips apart and inserted the first ball.

"How does that feel? Do you like it?" Before waiting for an answer Amy placed the second ball at the entrance of Emily's nest. "You are gonna love this. Just think, every move you make on the dance floor is gonna get you hornier and hornier!" Amy slid the second ball in place and massaged Emily's lips back together. "Walk to the door and back and tell me how they feel," Amy instructed her friend.

Emily got up and paraded naked to the door of the bedroom and back. She could feel the ben wa balls shift with her every move and the weights inside the balls moving too and fro. She elicited a moan.

"I don't know if I will be able to take this all night. You are going to turn me into a hedonistic slut!"


Bitchin' Birthday Bash



Emily sat back down on the bed and let Amy dress her in the black thong panties and black peek-a-boo bra. Amy leaned over and positioned Emily's breasts so they were in the right place, then licked Emily's nipples to get them hard again. Amy wanted them to be noticeable through the fabric of Emily's dress. 

Then Amy had Emily sit at the make-up mirror. Amy did Emily's hair, leaving it loose and flowing, and applied her make-up. She used a little more than Emily usually wore, but tonight was special. She went into the kitchen and brought Emily back a rum punch to nurse while she got ready herself. 

As Emily sipped on her drink she watched Amy get ready. Amy quickly dressed in her red mini-dress and black pumps. She didn't bother with panties or a bra. Amy was small-chested and really didn't need a bra for most occasions. They were so uncomfortable and the straps dug into her shoulders. Better to be comfy and go without. And tonight of all nights there would be no reason to wear one. 

Emily finished her drink just as Amy was putting on her lipstick. They grabbed their purses and walked out the door. Amy took Emily's keys and said she was driving tonight. Amy took out a silk scarf and handed it to Emily.

"Put this on over your eyes. And NO PEEKING!" Amy insisted. 

Emily tied the scarf tightly, while protesting that it would ruin her hair. 

"Don't fret. It was gonna get wind-blown anyway. And it won't matter. Just trust me," Amy rationalized.

"Fine, Mistress Amy," Emily retorted sarcastically. They both let out a giggle.

Amy drove to The Club outside of town. You'd think that the swingers here could think of a more original name than The Club, but Amy supposed it did the trick. It was obscure and didn't give the innocent person driving by any indication of what actually happened inside those doors. Tonight was going to be especially wild. Amy had rented out the place and it was invitation only. Many of the "regulars" had been invited and there were to be some special guests. She could hardly wait to get this party started!

Emily moaned as Amy turned the corner sharply and then drove over the gravel parking lot. The weighted balls were massaging her love canal and keeping her very turned on. Emily had no idea where they were. She knew Amy had made lots of turns just to get her confused. It had worked. Emily guessed that they were at some dance club from the remark that Amy had made earlier. She supposed she would find out soon enough.

Amy turned off the engine and got out of the car. She walked over to Emily's side and opened the door for her, taking her best friend by the hand to help her. She guided Emily to the doors, still not letting her remove the blindfold. Emily wobbled a little on her heels. They were a higher than she was used to and never had walked in them on gravel while blindfolded. Add to that the tingling sensation in her drenched pussy every time she moved, and it was no wonder she stumbled a couple of times.

Emily could hear the music pounding the closer they got to their destination. It sounded like punk rock. They hadn't been out anywhere with live music in a while. Tonight was gonna be a blast. Emily knew they had gotten to the doors when she felt a solid surface under her feet. She felt the rush of air as Amy opened the doors and the vibration of the bass guitar and drums. 

"OOOOOHHHHHH," Emily gasped as the ben wa balls chimed constantly due to the heavy vibrations. "Oh my god, I don't know if I can handle this, Amy. These balls are driving me wild," Emily tried to whisper to her friend, but with the dim of the music she couldn't even hear herself talk. Emily tried to find Amy's ear and repeated it louder, talking over the music. Just as she started the music stopped and she realized that she was practically shouting. She was so embarrassed! She hoped that no one else heard her comment about the ben wa balls. 

Emily felt something graze over her ass, light as a feather. The touch excited her, but she had no idea who had done it or even if it was intentional. She figured it was probably an accident, as it sounded like this place was packed. She could hear a myriad of voices all around her. Having the blindfold on was exciting her more and more. She could feel her nipples straining against the material of her dress and knew that they must be puffy and hard – completely visible to anyone who dared to take a look. 

Again she felt something touching her ass, and could tell this time that it was a hand and certainly seemed intentional. The hand squeezed her soft globes of flesh and then traced the crack of her ass with his or her fingertip – from top to bottom, and then the finger slid under the hem of her dress. She shivered with excitement. The finger tucked under her thong and pulled it out, then releasing it to snap back in place. She jumped at the sharp smack on her bare cheek and felt the balls shifting inside her pussy. She had to squeeze her twat tight so she wouldn't lose the balls. That would be humiliating!

Amy took Emily by the hand and led her further into the club. The music started up again and the chords sounded familiar. What was that song? This was going to drive her nuts, if she couldn't figure out what they were playing. 

Suddenly she heard a chorus of voices singing, "happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Emily, happy birthday to you!"

Amy yanked the blindfold off Emily and the entire crowd yelled, "SURPRISE!!"

Emily couldn't believe her eyes. She looked around with her mouth open in a state of shock. She was at The Club. Most of the regulars were there, all decked out in leather, latex or lace. There were streamers hanging from the ceiling. Penis shaped balloons were everywhere. On the bar there was what looked to be a champagne fountain. On a table across the room there were stacks of presents. Emily was speechless. She grabbed Amy and gave her a huge hug. 

"Did you do this?" she questioned her best friend. "I can't believe it! When did you plan this? How did you get away with it without me finding out? How long have you been working on this? You WENCH! You did this for ME?"

Emily kissed Amy passionately on the lips and the entire crowd whooped and hollered. The band started playing again and people either started dancing, talking or making out. Emily continued to look around. In the center of the dance floor was an area that was roped off in a circle about 5 feet in diameter. In the middle of the circle was a chaise lounge covered with a plastic birthday tablecloth on a raised platform about two feet off the floor. The band was on the stage. They were all sporting penis-shaped top hats. The lead singer's even had a white streak down the side. She pointed this out to Amy and laughed out loud. The doorway to the back rooms was curtained off with strips of crepe paper, so she couldn't see into the rooms beyond. She tried to imagine what else this night had in store for her and the thoughts that ran through her mind were very naughty.

Ken, one of the regulars, handed Emily a glass of champagne and whisked her off to the dance floor. He had on tight leather pants that clearly defined he had nothing on underneath. His chest looked delicious in just the open leather vest. Her pussy quivered with the thought of giving him a blowjob in front of everyone here. She was realizing that she was an exhibitionist more and more every time she came to The Club. Each time she was a little freer with her body and became increasingly vocal as the evening progressed. She decided tonight she would be the LIFE of this party; after all it was HER surprise party. 

Emily let her hands caress Ken's smooth chest. She tweaked his nipples with her nails. As they danced she slid her palms over his six-pack abs and felt herself squeezing her kegal muscles in time with the beat. Ripples of pleasure coursed through her as she became bolder. Her fingers wandered down to the bulge in his pants and she felt his cock stiffen. Kneeling in front of him with her ass completely exposed Emily took the metal of his zipper between her teeth and pulled it down. She used her tongue and lips to unbutton his fly. Because his pants were so tight Emily had to tug them down. As she did his snake sprang free, already oozing precum from the tip. 

Waving her ass in the air she teasingly licked the fluid from his engorged head, "mmmmmm, so sweet. Just like every man ought to be. Want me to play your magic flute?"

Ken's response was clear as he pushed her head down onto his shaft, "Suck it birthday girl. Let me give you a yummy shake in front of all these people!"

Hearing those words wound Emily up even more. She licked her lips, took a sip of champagne and swallowed his cock down to the base. Ken gasped at the sheer bliss of being deep-throated all at once. Emily sucked on him like a straw, letting her tongue bathe his pole. She slowly slid him out of her mouth, licking the bulbous head around and around. She painted his shaft with her saliva, her tongue flat, moving up and down his rod from the tip to his sack. As she reached his nuts she gently sucked one into her mouth and then the other one. With both of his heavy balls filling her mouth she hummed the tune the band was playing. 

Releasing his balls one at a time, Emily licked them thoroughly before draining the rest of her glass of champagne. Then taking his sack in her hand she massaged it while working on his pole. Treating his mushroomed head like a scoop of ice cream on a cone she sensuously used her tongue to cause the greatest of pleasure. She didn't want to lose one drip of his tasty treat. 

Emily blew on his cock, the cool air bringing him to further attention. As she engulfed the knob with her mouth she followed the slit with the tip of her tongue, gently fucking his hole with short strokes. As he moaned and tried to push himself further into her mouth she let her tongue slip to the bundle of nerves south of the slit at the spot right under the ridge where the head of his cock meets the shaft. With a small amount of pressure she did to this bundle of nerves what she liked to have done to her clit. She licked it and nibbled on it with her lips. She sucked it into her mouth and nipped it with her teeth. Ken began to tremble. 

Knowing he wanted to be all the way down her throat Emily gave in to Ken's desires. She started moving her mouth up and down on his shaft, taking more of him in with each thrust. As she buried him in to the hilt, his pubic hairs tickled her nose. Even his curlies smelled great. He must use cologne here too. Emily did all she could to take all eight inches of Ken's boner into her mouth and throat. Opening her mouth wide, dropping her jaw and trying to remember to breathe through her nose Emily swallow on his massive head, letting her throat muscles massage him in a most exquisite way. Once she had adjusted to having him fully engulfed she worked her way back up to the head, licking and twirling her tongue the entire way. She then swallowed him whole again, repeating this over and over again. All the while she massaged his balls with her left hand. Bringing the fingers of her right hand to her mouth Emily wet her index and middle finger with saliva. She lightly tickled the area between his sack and his anus, making her way to his brown eye. As she increased the tempo of her mouth fucking she pushed her index finger into his winking star. 

"Mmmmmm. God that feels good, Emily. You want that vanilla shake now?" Ken inquired. 

His legs were ready to give out, it felt so damn good. The champagne in her mouth made his cock feel bubbly and tingly. When she tongued his pee-hole he thought that he was gonna die, it made his cock swell even more. And when she found that bundle of nerves under the helmet of his dick an electric current shot from the bottom of his spine all the way to his toes. He almost shot his thick wad then, but managed to hold back, knowing that Emily gave such great head. He wanted to prolong the pleasure as long as he could.

But then she started to massage his balls, and that finger in his ass, massaging his prostate was more than he could bear. He was on the verge of his climax; just a few more strokes and he would give Emily streams of cum down her throat. 

Emily twisted her finger a bit and wiggled it to make room for her middle finger as well. As she inserted it she lathered his purple cock with a combination of his precum and her spit. It was foamy from all the air mixed in it while her mouth was riding his shaft up and down. With the second finger deeply imbedded in his poop chute she curved them and felt for his prostate gland. Finding it she began to massage it in time with her mouth's down strokes, continuing to move his balls like dice in her other hand. 

The stimulation from everything Emily was doing was just too much for Ken to withstand. With an animalistic grunt he came, filling Emily's mouth and throat with torrents of hot jism.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! FUCK, yeah! Swallow it all, baby!" Ken shouted out. Pulse after pulse of man-juice was squeezed from his sac, overflowing Emily's mouth, little drips of cum dribbling from the corners of her mouth. 

Emily swallowed repeatedly, and felt Ken's member shrinking in her mouth. She gave the tip of his dick a few licks and then let his cock slide out of her mouth with a slight pop. Emily licked her lips, tongue straining to get every last drop of Ken's banana juice. She didn't want any to go to waste. The she gently pulled her fingers out of his ass, wiggling them as she did. Ken reached down to help her up off her knees. Upon standing Emily brought Ken's head to hers and kissed him powerfully. 

Amy found Emily as she was heading off towards the bathroom. 

"That was a great show, Em. My pussy got so wet watching you blow Ken right there on the dance floor. I don't know how you are gonna top that, but I'm sure you will with some of the other stuff we have planned for the night. This party is just getting started!"

"Oh really? Well, before you can do anything else I have got to wash my hands and take a piss. I love playing with Ken's ass, but you well know I'm a hand-washing fanatic. Don't want any buggers growing under my fingernails!" Emily laughed. "Hey, will you go get me another drink? Something with a real punch! Oh, and bring it back in here," Emily added, "I've got a little surprise for you too, my friend." 

After squirting soap in her hands, lathering and scrubbing her fingers for a full two minutes Emily rinsed them under the cool water and then went in the stall to pee. She gave her clit a little rub as the hot urine streamed out of her, but not enough to make her cum. It was difficult to pee without loosening her pussy's grip on the balls. She didn't want them sliding out into the toilet. What a hoot that would be. NOT. 

She was wet again, her pussy overflowing with the clear sticky precum that she loved to taste. She barely patted herself dry with the tissue, not wanting to wipe away her precious dew. Before pulling her soaked thong back up she inserted a finger inside her depths, playing with the balls for a second and then brought her finger to her mouth, dripping with her nectar. She licked it, slowly inserting it in her mouth like she did to Ken's cock. 'Mmmmm, so good,' she thought to herself.

After finishing up in the stall she washed her hands again at the sink. Putting her purse up on the counter she unzipped the outer pocket and took out her lipstick. Amy walked in with two glasses. 


"Long Island Iced Tea for you. Rum and diet coke for me."

Emily took her drink and downed half the glass in one big gulp. 

"Easy! I don't want you passing out and missing all the surprises we have planned for you. That wouldn't be very nice," Amy told her friend.

"I've got something to liven things up just a bit more. Wanna smoke?" Emily pulled out two joints from the tube of "lipstick." She took out a book of matches and lit them both up, inhaling deeply. She passed one to Amy. Finally exhaling, Emily told Amy, "This is some good shit. Not cut with anything. I watched Mikey bag it myself."

Emily finished her drink and half of Amy's between hits. Once she couldn't hold the joint any more dug her eyebrow tweezers out of her makeup case, using them as a roach clip. Just a couple more tokes. Amy laughed heartily at her friend. 

"Pass those tweezers to me when you're done! I think I'm gonna need'm," Amy joked.

Once they had finished they were giggling together like schoolgirls. They kissed a few times, tongues wresting in Amy's mouth. After a couple of minutes they pulled away from each other.

"Lets go see what everyone else is up to out there," Amy suggested. 

They went out to the bar to get refills and Emily downed another Long Island. She was feeling quite giddy and reckless. Marching onto the dance floor she got the attention of the band.

"Hey, you guys! Play something sexy!"

Hopping not so gracefully up on stage Emily whispered to the lead singer what she was going to do. He laughed, not believing her, but talked to the rest of the band and got them playing some appropriate music.

Emily began dancing with herself – center stage. She swayed her hips tantalizingly back and forth. She moved her hands over her body, starting at her shoulders moving towards her hips. Caressing her breasts sensually her fingers circled her nipples bringing them to stiff peaks. As she slowly slid her hands further down, over her flat stomach and to her sides she heard the band change tunes. 

Classic striper music was being played and Emily took her cue from the band. She let her hands slither back up her supple body until her arms were over her head. Stretching, she positioned herself in a back bend, palms on the stage, feet still flat on the floor. Anyone who looked could see her sopping wet crotch and the material of the thong disappear between her nether lips and beyond. She gyrated on stage, bending her knees and then rocking her sex up and down. 

Emily was practically cumming, so intense were the sensations she felt as she started to display her body for all to see. He head was pounding from the rush of blood as she hung upside down. She smiled and winked at the band and then rose up from her backward position. As her hands started pointing towards the ceiling Emily squeezed her pussy shut with all her might, not wanting the ben wa balls to escape. This sent a tingle to the core of her being and a ripple of excitement. 

Standing upright again Emily reached for the zipper at her back and slid it down. Her heart seemed to race faster with each little clicking sound the zipper made as the two sides disengaged. Once she had the zipper all the way down to the small of her back Emily danced again, letting the dress fall off her shoulders tantalizingly. As she shimmied the material fell clear of the tops of her breasts, but got caught on her protruding nipples. 

Emily gasped at the weight of the dress on her tits. The lycra was rough and Emily wished at that moment she could get her nipples pierced. She wanted something to tug on and pull her engorged nips away from her body, making them strain and throb. Thinking about it made her clit enraged. She could feel it coming out of its little sheath, peeking out from her nether lips, begging to be rubbed. 

Emily tempted the onlookers with her wares, letting the dress fall to the floor. She kicked it to the side as her hands rubbed between her legs, feeling the wetness of her panties. She stood there clad only in a black peek-a-boo bra, nipples straining, and thong panties, soaked with her succulent juices. 

Everyone at the party cheered, "Take it off! Take it off! ALL off!" The chanting was louder than the band. 

Feeling brazen Emily didn't hesitate to unclasp her bra and slip it off. She threw it out to the partiers on the dance floor after twirling it over her head a few times. Then she hooked her thumbs under her thong panties and slowly, teasingly, torturously slid then down her hips, shaking her ass all the while. Finally they slid to the floor and Emily kicked them out onto the dance floor. Emily was full of herself as she continued to dance on the stage, taking the mic stand and rubbing it between her legs. She fucked the pole, moaning the entire time.




Bitchin' Birthday Bash



"Mmmm, oooohhhh, yeah. Ahhhhh," Emily didn't care that everyone could hear her via the microphone. 

The cold hard steel felt so incredible rubbing over her nubbin and between her lips. It spread them just enough and was made slick with her sticky nectar. She humped the pole and started to feel her climax building. He clit ached and was pulsating. Emily strained to hold off, but just couldn't. The ben wa balls were driving her insane with every move she made, her pussy clenching and loosening, massaging the balls inside her cavern. She rocked back and forth, letting it build until one of the members of the band tweaked her nipples, bringing her over the edge.

"OHHH!! Fuck! I'm cccuuuummmmmmmmmmiiinnggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!" Emily shouted as her orgasm washed over her in waves. She jerked up and down on the stand, her tits heaving as she shook with desire. Emily raised up on her tippy toes, pussy pushed forward, back arched and head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open and gasping for air. 

As she came down from the bliss Emily almost dropped the mic stand. Her hands grabbed it just in the nick of time. Emily opened her eyes and looked out over the crowd. Almost everyone had partnered up and were in the throws of passion themselves, in various combinations of men and women. The band started to play again, but no one was listening. 

Amy walked up on stage and took the mic from between Emily's legs. 

"Time for a little game! Now that Emily has done us the favor of stripping off her clothes lets have a pussy-eating contest. Here's how it'll work: anyone who wants to participate will have 5 minutes to see how many times you can get the birthday girl to cum. All those who want to play will pick a number out of a hat. This will determine the order you go in. So, who wants in? Oh, and did I mention Emily will be blindfolded?"

Emily couldn't believe her ears! How would she be able to survive getting her pussy licked over and over and over again? And blindfolded? Again? She had just cum for the second time that night and now Amy had it in mind to make her withstand multiple orgasms not just once, but any number of times. The prospect of it scared her a bit, but also excited her beyond belief. She could feel herself squeezing on the ben wa balls again. She should have been cold, standing there on stage in her birthday suit, but between all the people at the party and knowing what was to cum, Emily didn't feel chilled at all.

"ME!" 

"I want in on this!"

"Give me a number too!"

Amy couldn't discern who was calling out at first, but the interested partygoers came forward to pick from the penis-shaped top hat. Before determining who had the lowest number she walked Emily to the center of the floor. Removing the plastic she helped Emily up onto the chaise lounge and tied the silk scarf over Emily's eyes.

"No peeking. Same rules as before, birthday girl!" Amy reminded Emily.

Emily lay back comfortably on the lounge, anticipating the touch of the first contestant. She didn't know that there was a qualifying round first. All contestants must be able to tie a cherry stem in a knot with their tongue. Only the 3 fastest would get a chance to take part in the pussy eating. Amy was on stage handing out cherries to the 20 people who had come forward to get a taste of Emily's pussy pie. 

"On your mark, get set, GO!" Amy shouted. 

Emily was bewildered when she didn't feel anyone touching her. Her initial thought was to rip the blindfold off and see if this was some sick joke on her, but she didn't want to be forced to leave her own party to be punished by Amy. Besides, she knew Amy would never do anything so cruel to her. They had known each other since kindergarten. Nonetheless she did wonder why no one had started eating her out once Amy gave the go ahead. 

The expectation of feeling someone touch her was making her breathe faster, her breasts heaving with each jagged inspiration. Her heart raced and her lips were getting dry. What was the hold up? Emily wanted to touch herself, to ease the tension in her body, but she knew better than that. Was everyone staring at her to see how long she could stand the anticipation? Would she build herself up to a spontaneous orgasm? Maybe that was what Amy wanted. But why did she hear more shouting behind her, near the stage?

"Yeah!"

"Go, go, go, go!" 

"Waaaaa-hoooooo!" The spectators whooped out encouragement to the tongue-tied cherry stemmers.

"Ok, you three. Let me see your numbers," Amy instructed the winners. After looking at the numbers that they drew Amy lined the three up in the order in which they would attack Emily. Then she led them to the center of the floor. 

"Did you think we forgot you here, birthday girl?" Amy teased Emily. "I've narrowed it down to three contestants. You'll have to endure 15 minutes of pussy eating, think you can handle that?"

Emily moaned and nodded her head. "Yes, I think I can take that."

"Good! Then the rules have changed! Hah!! Each one of you will have 20 minutes. Emily, you will get a 5-minute reprieve between contestants. How does that sound, everyone?"

The crowd cheered to express their satisfaction with the new rules. Emily shuddered. Over an hour of stimulation to her already over stimulated sex. Would she pass out? How many times COULD she cum in a row? The most she had ever cum before was five times, and that was with Amy the second time they had been together. What was her fate to be tonight? 

The first to take Emily for a ride down pleasure drive was Dawn. She and Emily knew each other from The Club, as Dawn was a regular. As a matter of fact, Emily and Dawn had shared Dawn's husband the last time they had partied together. Dawn knew that she was in for a treat.

"You ready, Em?" Amy asked. 

Emily nodded her head and then verbally assured Amy that the wait was driving her insane.

"You ready, contestant number one?" 

Dawn nodded and started to speak, but then realized that Emily would probably recognize her voice. So she just nodded again.

"Timer, are you ready?" Amy asked Mikey. 

"I sure am," Mikey replied. 

"Ok, ready, set, GO!" Amy started clapping and the rest of the crowd joined her as Dawn dove in, not holding back anything.

Dawn started by spreading Emily's nether lips with her tongue, licking from the bottom of the slit to the top, searching for her precious pearl. She licked back down, her tongue finding Emily's dewy center. Dawn remembered how good Emily tasted as soon as she sampled the stream of precum oozing out of her cunt. Dawn brought her tongue back up the slit and pushed her tongue in further to find that nubbin of release. She brought her left hand to Emily's mound from the top, the side of her palm resting on Emily's tummy. With her thumb and index finger on either side Dawn lifted Emily's lips up and out to gain access to her pleasure nubbin. She flicked at it with her tongue, first up and down and then sideways. Emily's clitty was tucked deep in the folds of her inner lips and Dawn had to suck it into her mouth to get a grip on it.

"Ohhhhh, that feels soooo good," Emily cooed.

The person between her legs nipped on her clitty with their teeth, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. Emily's pussy was pulsating, gripping the ben wa balls. If they kept this up she would cum soon. The sucking became stronger and pulled the entire shaft of her clit and the surrounding area into their mouth. God, it felt great. Her climax was building, her blood boiling. She could feel the flush in her face, knowing her cheeks must be beet red. She gave herself over to the pleasure, letting the feelings overpower her. 


"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! Yesssssssssssssssss!" Emily hissed out as she came.

Dawn felt Emily's clit jerking in her mouth and she tongued it quickly, like a dog lapping at water after a run through the desert. She didn't stop as Emily came; rather she let her tongue find the underside of Emily's nubbin and licked it voraciously. She felt Emily's legs spasm and rise up, knees touching her chest as she gave Dawn further access to her steamy center. Dawn felt the gush of fluid stream into her mouth and realized Emily had cum again.

"Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhhh, yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Moaning constantly now Emily came a third time as Dawn wickedly flicked her pleasure button. 

She felt her pussy contracting and she subconsciously raised her hips to thrust her crotch further into the person's face. She had no idea who this was, but they were giving her quite a ride! Her pussy was leaking copious amounts of cum and before she even realized it she was cumming a fourth time and when the swell overtook her the force was so great that the ben wa balls were pushed out of her love tunnel as if she were giving birth to them. 

"Ouch!" Dawn mumbled as she felt something hard hit her chin. She pulled her lips off of Emily's clit and looked down to see a pair of ben wa balls resting just outside Emily's pussy. 

With her right hand Dawn took the balls and dropped them on the floor. She stuck her tongue in Emily's glory hole, slurping on the secretions flowing out. Emily was so sweet, like syrup. Dawn tongue fucked her, not wanting to lose one precious drop of this wonderful fluid. 

"Time!" Mikey called out. 

The person pulled their head away from her apex just as she was about to cum again. 

"No!!!!!!!!!!!! I am going to cum again! Please!" Emily cried out.

"Sorry, girlfriend," Amy said with a grin on her face. "No can do. You will have to wait five minutes until the next contestant is ready to start."

"Let them start now. Please, please, Amy. I need to cum now," Emily whimpered.

"Now that would give them an unfair advantage, wouldn't it? I can't allow that."

Emily knew better than to push Amy any further. She moved her hand to get herself off, figuring it would only take a quick rub to bring her over the edge. But, someone grabbed her hand and then she jumped, startled. A smart smack directly to her clit made her scream out and she practically fell off the chaise lounge. Emily completely lost her desire to cum, her clit stinging from the sharp spanking. 

"Water, may I please have some water?" Emily asked.

Mikey brought her over a glass of water from the bar and put it in her hand. Emily drank thirstily from the glass and finished it in one big gulp. 

"How many times did contestant one make you get off?" Amy asked.

"Four. Four wonderful orgasms. Thank you, contestant number one."

The timer chimed. Five minutes was up. It sure seemed to pass quickly. Emily had barely had a chance to recover from the first session, and here it was time for the next one.

"Ok, time for the next contestant," Mikey announced. 

Second in line was Josh, her boss. Emily had not seen him earlier because he was in the back preparing a surprise for her. Josh had wanted to seduce Emily for quite a while now, but since she had made the complaint against Clark's sexual harassment he didn't dare make a move. But now was his chance to see what her sweet smelling twat tasted like. He couldn't wait.

Josh spread her legs and pushed them up towards her chest. He used both hands to open her pussy wide, all four fingers on each side pulling her lips taut. He inhaled deeply, appreciating the sensual smell of her arousal. It made his cock stir. Finally he dipped his head to her cunt, sticking out his tongue. As he tasted her sweetness for the first time he stifled a moan. She was delicious, nectar from the goddesses. He could drink her juice until sunup if allowed. But enough of that, this wasn't for his pleasure, it was for hers. Flattening his tongue he slid it over her inner lips. He lathed her entire pussy with his broad tongue, the tip finding her pee hole. He wiggled the tip of his tongue there for just a moment, and then continued up to her clit. Josh made an "o" with his lips and placed them over her button, sucking it into his mouth. He repeatedly sucked on her pearl, engorged with blood now, as she started to wiggle beneath him.

"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh. That feels so good," Emily groaned. 

Emily loved it when her pussy was spread open to an extreme. Whoever this was, they were doing it just right. Enough stretch to make it just a bit painful. Feeling the tight suction on her little nubbin brought her off right away. The person hesitated for a few seconds once Emily reached the peak. It felt as if she were falling off a cliff: the sudden moment of weightlessness before the big plunge. But just as she thought she was going to be left hanging, contestant number two began licking her clit in slow circles, applying more pressure to the topside where the shaft disappeared into her mound. It felt exquisite; her clit became harder and more prominent, jutting out into the mouth of her torturer. Then Emily felt something at the opening to her cave. A finger that was what it was. 

'Oh, yes, fill my pussy,' thought Emily as she basked in her impending orgasm.

As soon as the finger entered her hot tunnel Emily felt the familiar rush of blood and quickening of her heart. She held her breath as the intensity washed over her and then blew it all out as she came, pussy clamping down on the finger probing her. But it did not stop, this finger, and a second one was added. Emily's second climax was immediately followed by a third. The fingers were pumping inside her as the tongue lavished her clit. 

"Oh god, yes! Fuck!! Ahhhhh!!" Emily shouted as her legs quaked. 

Josh could not believe how intense Emily came, judged by the incredible spasming of her pussy around his fingers. He could barely keep them moving. He continued to lick her button, circling faster then slower to keep her guessing. His dick was throbbing in his pants and he could feel the drops of precum oozing out. He wanted to beat four orgasms, so he had to do something to make her cum again. Too bad he couldn't just whip his tool out and fuck her. Instead he curved his fingers and felt for her g-spot. There it was, on the top wall of her pussy, about an inch inside. He could feel the smooshy tissue and knew he had found it when Emily let out another moan. He caressed her g-spot while spelling out the alphabet on her nubbin. Emily was pumping her hips up and down on his face, rubbing his nose in her soft downy hair. Her legs shook and he knew she was close to another orgasm. He quickened his tongue and slowed his fingers, applying varying amounts of pressure to the bundle of nerves inside her. He added a third finger and this did it. He got a gush of ejaculate from Emily as she disappeared in orgasmic bliss. 

"Time!" Mikey notified Josh.

Emily didn't even notice as Josh slowly slid his three fingers from her gash. She was glowing in the aftermath of eight orgasms in less than an hour. She lay there panting, her head spinning, her entire pussy throbbing. The fabric of the chaise lounge was saturated with her love juice. 

"How ya doin, birthday girl?" Amy asked.

"Hmmm? What did you say Amy?"

"I asked how you are doing. Can you stand one more tongue-lashing?" Amy retorted with doubt and sarcasm in her voice.

"Of course I can. Do you think I'd pass up this opportunity? When else will I be able to get my pussy licked like this ever again? Bring it on!" Emily responded, spurred to the challenge by her friend.

"Round three! Who is the lucky pussy lapper this time?" Mikey hollered to the crowd.

Lisa stepped up to the chaise lounge and stared at her older sister's gorgeous pussy. Lisa couldn't believe that she was finally getting the opportunity to taste her sister, to fulfill the dreams she had been having since she was sixteen. Emily was always nice to Lisa, but the four-year age span between them made Lisa feel like a tag-a-long all the time. She had no idea how to approach her sister in regards to her incestuous desires. Amy had invited her to the party since she had turned 21 last month and figured she was old enough for the X rated fun. 

"Ok, it's time to muff dive! Get in there and see if you can beat four!" Amy didn't know how to warn Emily that it was her own flesh and blood that was about to partake in the contest. Amy never even thought for a second that Lisa would enter the pussy-eating contest, let alone qualify for the final round. And Lisa really looked determined to pull this off. Fortunately no one here except for Mikey and herself knew that Lisa was Emily's sister. But there was an incredible resemblance between the two. Those green eyes and upturned noses were a dead give away if anyone bothered to look closely. Oh well, she thought. Lisa was an adult and obviously had a desire to be with her sister, who was she to stop it from happening? What reason could she possibly give the crowd? None. So, let the good times roll!

Lisa didn't hesitate to lock her lips onto her sister's swollen lips. She might not ever get this chance again. With vigor Lisa stroked the petals of Emily's open flower with her tongue. Such luscious lips, glistening with dew. Immediately Lisa found what she sought, that little man in the boat that would bring Emily sexual bliss. Striking out at it with a quick tongue Lisa flickered it until she could feel Emily's legs shivering. It didn't take much for Lisa to bring her sister to her first orgasm. Emily came with a shout and clamped her knees to Lisa's head. 

"Ahhhhhh! Oh my god!" Emily exclaimed.

Her clit was incredible sensitive and sore. It barely took any stimulation to bring her off, and whoever this person was they sure knew exactly what to do. She had never cum so fast in her life, except in the shower with the nozzle aimed directly above her clit. Then it only took about 45 seconds to cum to a mind-blowing orgasm. But this was pretty damn near close; it couldn't have been more than a minute. This was going to be a rough twenty minutes if she were to keep up at this pace. 

Bathing her clit with saliva, the tongue that had attacked her so skillfully now slowed down to a nerve-wrackingly slow pace. They licked up, and then licked down. To the left, then to the right - as if they had all day to bring her to the edge again. Well, Emily was in no hurry. But after a minute or so of it, the rhythm started to get to her. Then it changed to the circles. First they were wide circles around the entire area above her hole. With each trip around the diameter of the circle got smaller, until at last the tongue was in constant contact with her love button. Another change! Back to quickly flittering this way and that. And then a nudging at her pussy lips. A finger, no two fingers. Oh, they felt so good. Emily's pussy had felt empty since the ben wa balls came out and she so desired to have it filled again. Too bad no one had a dildo to use on her. 

"Ooooohhhhh," Emily gasped.

What was that? She felt fuller, like she was being spread open from the inside. These were magic fingers inside her. And how many were inside her now? Three? It felt like three. The assault on her clit never stopped, but neither did the one to her open cavern. It felt so good, like a mild stretching. Almost like when the gynecologist put that speculum thingy inside her and opened it up. She had never admitted it to anyone, but it really turned her on. She had to talk herself down from orgasming right there on the exam table every time she had her annual trip to the gyne. The fingers were pistoning inside her, filling her, bringing her nearer to another climax. She felt the fingers turn and it felt like the fourth finger was inside her now. God, it felt so good. Emily wondered to herself if this person would do the impossible. 

"Ohhhh, mmmmm. Yes. Oh that feels so good. Stretch my pussy. Yes, please. Make it hurt so good," Emily groaned, forgetting that there was a room full of people watching her. All she could think of was the incredible pleasure she felt right then.




Bitchin' Birthday Bash



Lisa took Emily's cue and figured it was now or never. Emily's pussy was drenched from the multiple orgasms she had sustained over the forty minutes. Lisa knew she wouldn't need any extra lubrication; her sister couldn't get any wetter. Nipping at Emily's clit Lisa tucked her thumb into her hand and slowly but forcefully pushed it into Emily's tight twat. 

"AHHHHHHH!! Fuck! Ohhhhh!" 

Emily felt a nibble on her clit that had her on the brink of cumming, and then she felt an incredibly painful pleasure – the entire hand of her lover stretching her wider than she had ever been stretched before, impaling her pussy. Immediately she came, the shivers starting at the base of her spine, tingling all the way to her toes and back up. He pussy swallowed the fist, sucking it inside and squeezed it forcefully. She drew in a breath through her teeth and her eyes bulged behind the silk scarf. She had never felt anything this exquisite before. 

Lisa let her sister rest for a few seconds before starting to move her fist inside Emily's cunt. She continued her attack on Emily's clit, though, wanting to see if she could bring her sister to one continuous orgasm. As the clenching on her hand subsided, Lisa began to ever so slowly move her hand. Inch by inch she rocked it forward and back. As she was able to move it a little further she started to twist her wrist at the same time. Emily seemed to be enjoying this immensely, as she was thrusting her hips up, forcing Lisa's fist and wrist into her pussy. 

Emily couldn't begin to describe what she was feeling – elation, pure pleasure, incredible tightness, insurmountable stretching, an overwhelmingly strong desire to feel as full as she possibly could. She wanted more. She impaled herself on the hand that was moving inside her, wanting to feel it move in and out as much as it could without completely slipping out. Her moaning became a constant. She raised her head, using her abdominal muscles to bring her to a semi-sitting position, futilely straining to see through the blindfold. She wanted to watch this incredible thing that was happening to her. Emily couldn't contain herself, as she took her nipples in her hands and began to pull on them. The next climax washed over her, soaring her to the highest peak she had ever been to. Her clit was on fire; never had it felt so alive. Every flick of the tongue felt like a red-hot poker stabbing her, exciting her to a perpetual state of orgasm. She could not stop cumming! Over and over again she climaxed, one right on top of the next, with no reprieve between the rushes of endorphins.

Lisa couldn't stop licking Emily's clit if a gun was put to her head. She had brought her sister to a point of ecstasy that she never knew existed. Emily came over and over again, clit spasming, pussy milking Lisa's arm, contracting relentlessly. As Lisa was pulling her hand back so that she could twist it back in deep she felt a gush of fluid hit her face. Emily was a squirter! Lisa moved her mouth down to catch the exotic fluid and drank from the honey pot, savoring every drop. 

"No more! I can't take anymore! Make it stop, please!" Emily wailed as she thrashed on the chaise lounge. 

Emily's back was arched, feet flat on the cushions pushing her up and away from the one who was fixed to her nether region like superglue. Her head was thrown back, mouth agape fighting for air. Her sex was in overdrive, the ripples of delight crashing over her tirelessly as she fought to remain conscious. Her body was still in the throws of one last orgasm as Emily slipped momentarily into darkness.

Lisa gave her sister's clit one last pass with her tongue before gently withdrawing her arm from Emily's now relaxed pussy. It seemed she had won the contest, and wondered what the prize would be. She hoped Emily wouldn't be mad once she found out it was her, and secretly wondered if this could be the beginning of a new relationship with her sister. 

Emily came to within three minutes, relieving all the on-lookers worries. "That was the most incredible thing I have ever felt in my entire life. I can't even begin to count the number of times I came. Amy, can I take off this blindfold to see who won?"

Amy and Lisa looked at each other questioningly. Lisa shrugged her shoulders, as if to say 'go ahead.' Amy pointed to the blindfold and motioned for Lisa to take it off of her sister. Lisa bent over and kissed Emily on the lips, separating them with her tongue. Emily greedily returned the kiss, tasting her own dew, matching the fevered pitch with that of her own. Lisa wrapped her arms around her sister, untying the blindfold as her hands reached the back of her head. 

Emily had her eyes closed, drinking in the tantalizing smell of her seductress. She could feel the rise and fall of the winner's soft breasts against her own. It fit that this was a woman. Emily had been more and more inquisitive of her bisexual nature of late and this could be the perfect opportunity to delve into it further. She did have Amy, but was fearful of ruining their friendship by seeking out a deeper relationship with her. As the kiss broke off Emily opened her eyes. 

Lisa!! Her own sister! What the hell was Lisa doing here? Emily had jus talked to her this morning and she was at home talking about her plans to go partying all weekend. Holy mother of… Emily's thoughts ran wild. She could not believe that her own sister had just brought her to an orgasmic nirvana. And she had enjoyed it! What kind of sick puppy was she? How could Amy have let this happen? And what the hell was Lisa thinking? What would all her friends here think of her? An incestuous slut; that's what they would think she was. As Emily rode the roller coaster of emotions that devastated her she looked from Lisa to Amy and then around the room. Tears pooled in her eyes. What was she to do?

Whoops and cheers rang out from the crowd. Nothing - that is what she was to do. Absolutely nothing. Her sister had seduced her. She had enjoyed it. No one here except for Amy and Mikey knew this was her sister. And if they did, who cared. These were a bunch of swingers, for chissake. What would they care if she and her sister had fantastic sex together? She had no reason to worry. Obviously it didn't bother Amy, since she had let Lisa participate. Amy had probably been the one to get Lisa here in the first place. Maybe they had even set this up. Dammit, it was her birthday and she wasn't going to apologize to anyone for anything. Emily pulled her sister to her and gave her another wet, sloppy kiss. More cheers were heard as Emily and Lisa locked lips, passionately tongue-tied. They finally broke apart and Emily grabbed Lisa's hand in her left hand and Amy's hand in her right one, bringing them together for one big hug.

As the three released from the hug there was a huge commotion in the back end of the club. Amy knew it was time to bring Emily to the rooms behind the dance floor for another surprise. Not forgetting her nakedness, Emily was grateful when Mikey brought her a fine silk robe and assisted her into it, tying it loosely at the waist.

"Come with me you two, " Amy beckoned to the sisters.

Emily and Lisa followed Amy through the crepe paper streamers hanging from the doorway that led to the rooms in back. The others on the dance floor followed as well. They arrived at the large BSDM lounge to find a huge birthday cake, like the ones strippers jump out of, in the center of the room. Mikey handed Emily a remote control. 

"Push this button whenever you're ready," Mikey pointed to the red button at the top. 

Emily found no reason to stall and pressed down on the big red button that was shaped and felt like a taut nipple. She heard a motor and the top of the cake started moving up towards the ceiling. First she saw a head clad in a leather hood. The only hole was at the nose, apparently so the person could still breathe. Next she saw a hairy chest resting on some sort of bench. God, this guy had a hairy back, too. She couldn't stand hairy backs. She preferred her men to be smooth-chested or with just a little downy fur. Not like this Sasquatch. 

She noticed that the guy was naked except for studded leather bracelets at his wrists and a leather ensemble at his genitals. There was a leather band around the base of his cock with eight straps – four on the top and four on the bottom. The four straps on the bottom led to his balls that were tethered in a leather pouch. The four on top led to a muzzle-like apparatus that was placed over the tip of his limp prick. If he were to get an erection there might be a problem, as the leather would not stretch to his longer length. He was on his knees on the platform, his hands over the bench, his arms spread and each wrist handcuffed to one of the legs of the bench. He looked like he was very uncomfortable. 

As the platform rotated Emily could see a smallish butt plug sticking out if his ass. She noticed that there were a few drops of what appeared to be blood at the bottom of his brown hole. The platform came to a halt and she saw that he had ankle cuffs on with a steel spreader keeping his legs apart. 

"Push the button again, Em," Mikey encouraged her. 

She did and the cake itself began to collapse, the layers making a stairway so that one could ascend to the platform. The platform came to be about waist high, bringing the guy on his knees to eye level. 

Into the room strode a muscular, well-built hunk. He had on a leather mask, gloves and chaps. He carried a real birthday cake on a tray with a box of candles and a lighter to the side. He climbed the stairs and put the cake on one end of the bench. Taking the lighter in one hand and a candle in the other, the masked man lit the wick. But before putting it on the cake he let a few drops of wax fall onto the unsuspecting ass before him.

"Yeow!" came a muffled shout from under the hood. His ass jerked. 

"Make another sound and you will be punished most severely," Amy reprimanded as the masked man lit another candle. 

Again the hot wax from the candle was dripped onto the man below. This time it fell on his back. With every candle, wax was first allowed to descend onto the hooded man's body. He tried futilely to move, the cuffs holding him steadfast. Red splotches appeared all over his back, ass cheeks and thighs. Once the 25 candles were lit and on the cake the hooded one brought it to her.

"Close your eyes and make a wish, Em," Amy coached her best friend.

Emily made her wish and blew out the candles. The crowd cheered. 

"Now the real punishment will begin," Amy said as she nodded to the man in the mask. 

He walked over to the wall lined with pegboards, where there hung every sort of whip one could imagine. He selected three: a short crop, a cat-o-nine tails and a flogger. He also took a set of nipple clamps, magnetic weights and a thick leather belt. Bringing them to the stage he smacked the ass before him with the crop. 

"You know why you are here, slave, do you not? Nod your head with your answer," the masked man instructed the one on his knees.

The head of the hooded one nodded up and down. Everyone in the room could sense the displeasure and loathing that flowed from master to slave.

"You will endure pain and embarrassment, both of which are deserved. [Wack!] If you make a sound the punishment will become more severe. [Smack!] Your outrageous behavior deserves just as outrageous an encounter in order to mend your erroneous ways. [Whoosh!] You will never wish to repeat your offense when we are through here tonight," the crop pelted the bound man to emphasize the masked man's words. 

That voice sounded familiar to Emily. She definitely knew it from somewhere. She just couldn't place it. With each sentence that came out of his mouth she came closer to recognizing it. 

Letting the crop fall to the ground, the hooded man picked up the belt. He wrapped it round the neck of the hooded one, like a collar. He fastened it snuggly, but not enough to choke. Then he took up the flogger. The first few strikes were light, testing the noise the leather made against the skin and the mark that it left. The flogger was 20 inches long, with a 7/8-inch diameter tress bundle of 3/8-inch leather thongs in a French-whipped handle. It would sting and possibly cut if the blows were delivered with enough force. Wanting to begin the punishment with gusto, he motioned to Mikey. 

"Vodka, straight up," he said.

While waiting for Mikey to return from the bar he put the flogger down and gathered the nipple clamps and weights. He moved to the front of the platform and got on his knees. He pulled the hooded man forward so his abdomen was resting on the bench more than his chest, his stiffening cock bobbing under the bench. With the hooded one's nipples now exposed the masked one pinched them roughly. One at a time he placed the adjustable nipple clamps onto the puckering flesh. He screwed them on tightly so they wouldn't fall off as he increased the pull with the weights. He added a 1-ounce magnet to the left nipple and two 1-ounce weights to the right one. The hooded man tried to pull back away from his captor. 

"Stay still you sack of shit!" The masked man grabbed the flogger and struck the hooded man time and time again as he walked around to get to the back of the platform. Quick light blows to the back and buttocks were followed by firm pelts spaced apart for anticipatory effect. The man below had no idea when the next strike would be or where. 

The hooded man bit the ball gag shoved in his mouth so he wouldn't cry out. He had never been whipped before and found that he didn't like it. His back arched involuntarily with every strike of the multiple fingers. The nipple clamps hurt and the weights pulled his tender nubs away from his chest as his body recoiled from the blows. His ass burned from the butt plug that had been shoved in it after he was secured to the bench. Until today he was an anal virgin. It had hurt beyond his wildest beliefs, but was nothing compared to how he felt now. He tried to jerk to the side to avoid the lashes to his testicles, but the next wallop taught him not to do that again. It landed as if it were aimed directly at his dick, and felt like it had come from underneath. The tresses licked his cock and balls with tongues of fire. 

Mikey returned with the tumbler of vodka, no ice, just as requested. As he waited for the masked man to come to a halt he observed the splotches all over the back, sides, shoulders, legs and ass of the one being punished. Damn, that had to hurt. They were raised welts of an angry red, the pattern of the thongs clearly visible. 

Tossing the flogger to the side, the masked man took the Braided Mexican Cat in his hand. It was time to break the skin and do some damage. His loathing multiplied every time he saw the hooded one. He took the tumbler from Mikey and dipped each of the nine tails into the vodka. He handed the alcohol to Mikey and took a step back to give himself enough room to wield this formidable instrument of torture. 

Was it over? Was this beating he had endured to be the extent of his punishment? Did they honestly think this would deter him from harassing Emily? They had another thing coming if they thought so. He wondered when they would release him from these cuffs. He was getting stiff bent over the bench, the muscles in his calves and shoulders aching. Then he felt more tugging on his nipples. The screws were tightened, too, pinching his delicate flesh. 

Mikey walked to the front of the platform and reached for the nipple clamps. He yanked on them before twisting the screw to ensure they would not come off. Equaling out the amount of weight from each nipple, Mikey added three 1-ounce magnets to the right side and four to the left. Now there was five ounces pulling down on each nipple. 

The hooded man clenched his teeth against the rubber ball gag. His nipples were incredibly tender. Then he heard a whoosh of air before he felt the intense pain. It was as if hot pokers stabbed into his back. His entire body jerked and he practically levitated from the extreme agony. What in the hell had just hit him? Then he heard the whistling sound again. He tried to brace himself, but nothing could steel him against this. In rapid cessation the multiple fingers sliced into his skin. The burning sensation made it feel as if lava was being poured over his body. His breathing was getting difficult; the belt around his neck seemed to feel tighter, although he knew he had not felt anyone adjust it. 

The gashes started to trickle blood. He knew his limit was 10 strikes with the cat-o-nine-tails, and he wanted to make each and every one of them count. He motioned for Mikey to come close and dipped the knotted ends into the vodka again. Bringing the cat over his head he swung down towards the shoulders then targeted the hairy ass. The next strike was from the side aimed at the quivering thighs before him. The hooded one's body started to shake with exhaustion. Blood streamed from the cuts, the bleeding made more profuse by the alcohol.

Emily didn't realize what passion the depraved act would stir in her lust filled body. Her pussy was pulsating with each strike of the whip. Her nipples were hard and pressing against the soft silk of the robe. She realized her hand had ventured under the robe and she was caressing her breast. As she looked around she realized she was not the only one who felt this way. Many of the male guests had taken out their cocks and were stroking them, eyes glued to the scene taking place before them. 

"Who wants to be the first to rape this sack of shit?" the familiar voice called out. 

Josh?! That was Josh's voice. It had to be. What was Josh doing here? How long had he been here? Did Amy actually invite her boss to this bash? Emily locked eyes with the man in the mask. Yes, it was Josh. Emily didn't know what to think or what to do. 

"Every day this swine," Josh continued as he first tightened the belt for the briefest of moments, then unfastened it and tugged the hood off the slave's head, "sexually harasses Emily at work. It will come to a stop today." Looking Clark directly in the eyes Josh continued, "never again will you have the opportunity to make Emily miserable or afraid. Clark, you're FIRED." 

Emily gasped as she saw who was under the hood. Instantly her hand dropped from her breast. She looked around, anger glaring from her eyes, challenging every man, any man, to assault the cocksucker on the platform.

Clark couldn't believe his eyes as he opened them. There must have been fifty people standing there staring at him. He couldn't speak, the ball gag still lodged in his mouth, but he knew nothing he could say would alter his future. He had a foreboding feeling that he was about to know what it felt like to get it up the ass. 

"You're ass is mine, motherfucker," Emmanuel shouted as he pointed his finger at Clark. He made his way to the platform and dropped his pants. 

Out bounced the stiff black ramrod that would replace the butt plug that was small by comparison. Emmanuel's tool was at least nine inches long and bigger around than his own dick, which he had measured to be an inch and a half wide. 

"Gimme some lube," Emmanuel shouted out to anyone who was listening.

Amy handed Emmanuel a tube of cinnamon motion lotion – the kind that heats up when it is blown on. Jerking the toy out of Clark's ass he flipped up the top and squeezed a large glob of lotion on the virginal hole. Without giving Clark a chance to prepare, Emmanuel pointed the tip of his mammoth cock at the center and thrust. He buried his cock in to his balls in one motion. 

"Ahhhh!!!!!" came the muffled cry of anguish from Clark. 

Not hesitating, Emmanuel grabbed Clark by the hips and started pumping in and out. Josh handed Emmanuel the flogger. With each plunge of Emmanuel's cock the thongs of the flogger struck Clark's back and shoulders, making the coagulated stripes bleed once more. Emmanuel roughly fucked his prey, not caring if he tore the delicate tissue he was ramming into. 




Bitchin' Birthday Bash



"So, you have defied my orders? I told you it would be worse. Harry, can you come over here? I think Clark here would enjoy you pissing in his face!" the masked man responded to Clark's attempt at screaming just moments ago. 

Harry was the bouncer. He was big, very big. He must weigh three hundred fifty pounds, easily, and was at least six feet four inches tall. He sauntered over and slapped Clark in the face, first his right cheek, then his left. Unzipping his fly Harry fished out his fire hose and aimed it directly at Clark's eyes. His stream splashed Clark in the nose and eyes, and then Harry pointed it to Clark's back, pissing on the open slashes from earlier. 

Piss burned his eyes and went up his nose. When the drops started cascading down his back Clark couldn't believe how much it smarted. Finally the downpour of piss ended. Clark saw Harry leaning toward him again. Fearing he was going to get slapped once more he cowered, tucking his face down towards the bench. A big hand reached for him, but rather than feeling a strike he felt the ball gag taken out of his mouth. Clark opened and closed his mouth, exercising the sore muscles. As his lips drew near he felt a soft nudging. 

"Suck it, you slime ball, demanded Harry. "And if you bite it I will rip your nuts off and shove them down your throat!" 

Gingerly taking the pole before him into his mouth Clark tried not to think about what he was being forced to do. His ass hurt. His back hurt. He legs were getting numb. He couldn't feel his hands anymore. And now he had to suck another guy's cock. Part of him wanted to break down into tears and beg Emily for forgiveness, but he knew that is what they wanted. 'I'll be damned if I give them the joy of that!' he thought. He sucked on the sausage, taking what he could into his mouth without choking himself.

"You can't suck dick worth shit! Open your mouth wider! Lick it. Lather it with your saliva. Make love to it. You better get me off and swallow every drop of my juice or you will pay dearly!"

Harry started to pump his shaft into the mouth in front of him. He knew he was making Clark gag, but he didn't give a flying fuck. This pig deserved to be choked to death as far as he was concerned. Emily was a favorite around here and no one messed with his girls. Thinking about what Clark had done to her made Harry savagely force his tool into the soft, wet, moist hole. 

Trying to breathe between thrusts Clark willed himself not to vomit. He would certainly choke on it if he did. And no bitch was worth dying for. He let his mind wander to more pleasant times to endure this double dose of pummeling shafts into his previously tight holes. He felt the corners of his mouth stretching and splitting. His ass had to have torn and must be bleeding. He didn't know if he would be able to sit again anytime soon. As his thoughts whizzed through his head he suddenly felt a stream of hot liquid shoot into his mouth and go down his throat and another one erupt into his ass. He swallowed the salty stuff, not liking the flavor or texture. He gagged on it, stomach heaving. He was able to force the acid back down along with the torrents of jizz. The cock in his mouth swelled as it continued to pump juice down his throat. Clark swallowed over and over again, wondering how much of this Harry had stored in his sac. 

Seeing the look of bliss on Harry's face as he came Emmanuel lost his load. He made one last lunge and drove his rod in to the hilt before releasing his spunk. His cock spasmed over and over again, stretching the narrow tunnel to accommodate his thickening member. Once he was done Emmanuel pulled his pole out with a pop. He motioned for Harry to move over and brought it to Clark's face. 

"Clean my cock, you prick. Lick it. Show me how much you love man juice," Emmanuel pushed the head of his sticky, cum and shit covered cock against Clark's face. "Not interested? Well, unless Miss Emily gets a heartfelt apology and promise from you to leave her alone you WILL eat your own shit off my dick. Which will it be, slutboy?"

Clark knew he had no choice. He was not eating his own shit, and he could see it on Emmanuel's tool. He was more than willing to glibly say whatever they wanted him to so this horrifying ordeal could end. 

"I, uhm, I'm sorry, Emily, for making your life miserable. I didn't know you were offended by my, um, advances towards you. I, mmmm, uhh, you will never see my face again so long as you live," Clark stammered out as Emily stared at him with seething disgust in her eyes. 

Amy walked up the steps to the platform and gave Emmanuel and Harry both wet juicy kisses on the lips and thanked them for their assistance. Harry reached down to his ankles and pulled his jeans back up and fastened them. Emmanuel, on the other hand, stepped out of his pants and walked off towards the bathrooms to wash the shit off his dick. 

"Leave this coward here until the festivities have ended. Everyone feel free to whip, beat, sodomize, face fuck or piss on him as you wish. He is your toy for the evening," Amy said as she motioned towards Clark. Raising her head and facing the crowd she continued, "birthday cake will be available at the bar as well as finger sandwiches, fruit and veggies. We have the club until 5am, and all the rooms are available. The band will be here until 3am. Please enjoy yourselves!" 

Josh slipped the mask off and went to Emily. "Are you glad that's finally over? You won't have to worry about avoiding him at work anymore. I cleaned out his desk and boxed it up. You can rest assured."

"Thank you so much, Josh," Emily sighed as she threw her arms around Josh's neck, hugging him tightly. 

After a long embrace their bodies separated and Josh leaned in for a kiss. His tongue probed her mouth gently. She moaned as she deepened the kiss, giving Josh everything that Clark desired. Lips parting, Josh reached for her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers. They turned and walked out of the BSDM lounge hand in hand and headed towards a more private room. Couples and groups everywhere were engaged in random acts of a sexual nature, enjoying themselves. 

Finding a small room in the back unoccupied Emily and Josh went inside. Josh reached for her and untied the robe. It fell to her sides graciously, revealing her nakedness. Softly he caressed her breast with his fingertips. She had silken milky white globes that filled his entire hand. Her areola were turning a ruddy hue and enlarging with his ministrations. 

"You are so incredibly beautiful, my precious one," Josh murmured. 

Moving his mouth down to her breasts he took one swollen nipple in between his lips and licked it sensuously. He circled it with his tongue, feeling every ridge of the engorged teat. He switched to the opposite bud, bringing it alive with erotic play. Back and forth he went between her glorious tits, nibbling her nipples between his teeth gently. Her areola were as big around as a baseball and so puffy. He sucked as much of her tit in his mouth as he could and lavished it with his tongue. The end was so hard, like a pebble in his mouth. 

"Oh, that feels so good," Emily sighed as pleasure coursed through her body.

Emily cradled his head in her hands, fingers running through his hair and pressing into his scalp. Josh's tongue was incredible. She couldn't remember her nipples getting this hard ever before. So sensitive was her turgid flesh that she could actually feel the bumps of his taste buds as he licked her. She let a moan escape as his hand found her other breast. Gently squeezing it at first the pressure increased as her breathing became heavier. She felt his fingers grasp her nipple and he began rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. The dry rough grooves of his skin grated against her hard yet tender flesh, making her wince. The pleasure was exquisite. 

Josh could feel the passion rising inside him like hot molten lava ready to explode from a volcano. His cock was standing at full mast, begging for release. It wanted everything at once – to be inside her moist mouth, her sweet pussy and her tight ass – all NOW. The forceful pushing of his head down on her tit wasn't the only clue that Emily wanted him. She was rocking her hips up and down, brushing her crotch against his thigh. Her head was thrown back, neck arched and completely exposed. She was breathing with her mouth wide open, little sighs and moans escaping at will.

He sucked her tit into his mouth and then released it slowly. She felt the cold air as it brushed her wet naked flesh. He trailed feather light kisses up between her breasts and over her collarbones, first the left and then the right. She could feel herself relaxing – sliding into the dark abyss of passion that allowed no other external stimuli to have any bearing on the situation at hand. Her world consisted of Josh and only Josh right now. Nothing else mattered. 

Josh took his time, not wanting to rush this perfect joining of two spirits. He could sense that Emily was in a dreamland – far from this place in her mind, but entirely here in body. He kissed her shoulders and then her neck, covering the warm flushed skin with his moist lips. He opened his mouth to taste the delicate spot just under her ear, licking her with the tip of his tongue. He gently sucked the tender skin into his mouth, letting his teeth graze the surface in a love bite. For a moment he pictured himself as Count Dracula, sucking the life force from his all-to-willing victim. His cock stirred and he wondered if the Count felt as aroused as he felt right now when draining the lovelies of their blood. If so it was no wonder Dracula hunted nightly. The primal urge he felt right now could tempt him to do just about anything for release!

Emily gasped as Josh bit into her neck. God, he was turning her on! She felt as if she were melting into a puddle of sex-charged goo. Ever fiber of her being sang out to be liberated from the confines of her body, she wanted to explode. Her nipples were as big marbles, and that hard, too, rubbing against his downy chest. She was incredibly wet, her sweet nectar flowing out of her snatch and down her thighs. Her pussy walls were contracting in anticipation of being filled with his hard tool. Her clit was turgid and pulsating with desire, begging for that little bit of stimulation that would bring her over the edge. Hips rocking, she spread her legs and wrapped then around one of Josh's legs. She frantically humped it, trying desperately to get off. The intense need she felt was all consuming. 

Her hands moved over his back and down to his waist. She made quick work of getting the fly of his pants unzipped and pushed them down his hips and legs. As the pants pooled around his ankles he stepped out of them, then shrugged his arms out of the leather vest. 

Josh kissed her ear then moved to her swollen lips. There was no tenderness in their kisses. They were frenzied, tongues dueling in Emily's mouth. Keeping up the fevered pitch they managed to stumble-walk over to the mattress standing up against the wall. Josh took Emily's left leg by putting his arm under her knee. He hiked it up to his chest while pushing Emily's back against the mattress. Without needing any direction his shaft speared her pussy in one swift stoke. He filled her to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass. 

Hips jerking up and down he pumped into her like there was no tomorrow. Before he was able to complete twenty strokes they were both cumming. She screamed her pleasure into his mouth and he grunted his. He collapsed against her, hands gripping the mattress above her head. 

Before his dick had a chance to soften he told Emily to step away from the mattress. Grabbing it with one hand he pushed it down to the floor and lay down on his back. His cock stood firm like a flagpole, sticking straight up from the juncture between his legs.

"Climb aboard," he heartily chuckled.

Emily quickly got on her knees in front of Josh and sucked his cock into her mouth. She savored the taste of their combined juices. After licking him clean she turned, facing his feet, and put one knee on either side of his body. Slowly she inched down, teasingly, onto his pulsating head. She felt it as the tip spread her lips and then pierced her sopping opening. She only allowed the mushroom to enter her and then lifted her hips back up. Over and over she taunted him, just letting the tip penetrate her. With each upstroke she curled her pelvis forward so that her clit came into contact with his cock. It felt so good to be in control, getting what she needed. Her pussy tried to suck him in with each short down stroke. Finally she could take it no more. She had to be filled. With one last stroke to her clit she prepared to take him all. 

His eyes bulged as he watched her expertly tantalize him. With each stroke he saw the tip of his dick open her lips like the petals of a flower. She was wet with the result of their hurried fuck just before and the feeling of his head entering her moist cave was like nothing he had felt before. Her pussy was really tight and he could feel the pull of her twat trying to suck his entire length up inside. Emily controlled the depth of her strokes and never let his dick go in further than the ridge. It was driving him nuts. Every time his cock exited her pussy muscles squeezed him. Then his pee hole rubbed against her lima bean-sized clit. It felt incredible – almost like her clit was trying to fuck his urethra. He had never put anything inside his pee hole before, but Josh though he would let Emily do anything she wanted right about now. It felt so good. The tip of his cock flared as it became engorged with blood. 

Putting all her weight on her knees, Emily moved her hands so that they were behind her. She sank down onto his pole, letting him fill her completely. She shifted so that her knees came forward more and her weight was more on her hands. His entire length was inside her; she could feel the hairs on his balls touch her sensitive lips. She started rocking back and forth, getting into a rhythm. 

"Turn around," Josh implored. "I want to see the look on your face, my sweet Emily."

Carefully she turned, his shaft embedded deep inside her. The sensation it caused made her squeal with pleasure. She rose up on her knees to adjust his balls and spread her lips open wider. Then sat up straight, directly over him. She just rested there a moment, basking in the glow of utter contentment. Her eyes closed and her breathing quieted. Her hands found her breasts and she softly caressed them. It was if she was all alone, exploring her body for the first time. She licked her lips sensuously as she weighed her breasts in her hands. Fondling her nipples her mouth opened and she gasped in pleasure. She let her hands roam her body, pretending they were not her own. She gasped as she felt another pair of hands on her and her eyes opened with a start. 

Josh was enjoying the show Emily gave him, but he just couldn't keep his hands off her. He reached for her arms and let his fingertips graze her skin. She jerked away at first, her eyes opening. As she focused down at him a smile came to her lips. She mouthed something to him – 'touch me' is what it looked like. As he let his hands wander over her she started to move on him. Up and down she slowly pumped. Her tunnel caressed every inch of him as he slid in and out. Each stroke she let him exit her completely, only to be drawn all the way inside again. The languid pace pleased him. She was showing more control than he had earlier and it was making the passion he felt intensify. 

The band must have been playing a hard-hitting bass-y tune, cuz he could feel the floor vibrating beneath him. That along with Emily's quickening of her pace to match the tempo of the song brought him to a new level of excitement. He honestly didn't think his dick could get any harder or any thicker. Emily leaned over him and stuck her tongue out. As she gyrated on his cock her tongue lapped at first his right nipple then his left. Josh felt his pole jerk inside Emily and swell to preposterous proportions. He was going to shoot his load soon if Emily didn't quit. 

"Having fun, you two?" a loud deep voice called out. 

Neither Josh nor Emily had heard the footsteps approaching. Josh didn't recognize the guy that had so rudely interrupted them, but Emily seemed to know who it was.

"Hi, Dana!"

Dana couldn't resist entering the room once he saw Emily's ass up in the air as she bent over licking Josh's nips. He practically felt Emily riding his bone as she moved up and down on Josh's cock. He wanted some of that pussy. If not her pussy then her ass. He had to get some of this action. Dana had been a member of the swingers club for over a month now, but hadn't gotten the opportunity to sample Emily's luscious body yet. He was determined he would tonight. He wanted to feel her cream all over his huge stick as he pummeled her. He knew he could make her cum harder than she ever had before. 

"I've seen what you keep hidden in your pants, Dana. Come bring that big boy over to me and let me suck on it."

Dana didn't resist the opportunity to be blown by the bj queen. His cock sprung to life in anticipation. He dropped his pants as he stepped over Josh. Emily continued to ride the horse below her like a merry-go-round as she opened her mouth wide to take in Dana's entire shaft. Sucking and licking him like a popsicle Emily wasted no time getting Dana to rise to the occasion. Twirling her tongue around the ridge of his tip, she then swallowed him whole. His curly hairs tickled her nose as she deep-throated him. Coming back up for air, Emily let Dana's tool fall out of her mouth. 

Emily was getting hotter by the minute. One dick inside her was not enough. She wanted more. Her ass begged to be filled. She could feel her sphincter pulsating, yearning for that feeling of fullness. She had never been penetrated in both holes at once before, and it only seemed right to try it out today, on her birthday. Today was her day to do anything she desired. And she wanted to feel what those porn stars felt when they had a dick in their pussy and one up the ass. She wanted to be a naughty slut. 

"Fuck my ass. I want you in my ass Dana and Josh in my pussy. I want to be filled with both of your big cocks and reamed hard!" Emily panted as she told them what to do.

Dana got on his knees behind Emily. He got the bottle of lube he conviently brought with him out of his pants pocket and poured a generous amount on his oozing cock. Emily sank down on Josh's cock and stayed in that position. Dana lubed two fingers and pushed them into Emily's ass. After loosening her up he fed his pole into her a little at a time. 

"Ohhhhh, yessssssssssss," Emily hissed as she began to feel her ass tighten around Dana's thick shaft. "Give it to me! I want it all. Oh, yeah!"

Emily's breathing was labored as her hole was stretched to accommodate Dana's large cock. Her pussy was full, as Josh's tool was pretty substantial. She forced herself to relax and breathe deep as she stayed very still. She was startled as she felt a slap on her ass and then the rest of Dana's cock pushed in. He certainly knew how to startle a girl so he could penetrate deeper. 

Dana could scarcely believe how tight her ass was. He had to smack her to get her to loosen up enough to plunge all the way in. But he was in to the hilt now and was just waiting for Emily to dictate how the three of them were going to move. Emily started moving up and down on Josh's cock and Dana kept himself imbedded in her backside, moving with her. He could feel it as Josh's dick rubbed against his through the thin membrane of tissue that separated the two holes. After about 10 strokes he held Emily down and started to fuck her ass. He felt his dick getting harder as his excitement increased. In and out he moved, his hands on her hips guiding him.