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His Birthday

By: Mr Eee



His eyes began to open some time later, it had been a good sleep, and all of a sudden John became aware of a nice warm feeling between his legs. I must be dreaming he thought. The feelings began to intensify, and as he felt it getting stronger he felt his dick respond, growing as the blood surged to the tip. His dick had grown to its full size now, long and thick. He felt the skin roll back over the purple head exposing the sensitive glans; this was a really good dream. John then became aware of a wetness engulfing him; his dick had become slick and even more sensitive to the pleasure it was feeling. He felt it grow again, bigger than ever, then a hot tight feeling engulfed him and he became more sensitive than ever before. His dick seemed to grow again.

It was a slow realisation that he wasn't asleep, the light coming through the curtains and the sounds of passing traffic, and the wet feeling coming from his groin. He opened his eyes fully and looked around him and down the bed. 

The covers were rising and falling slowly and he began to understand why he was having the delightful feelings. John didn't move, he dare not, the pleasure was too great. He could see Ruth's legs at the end of the bed; this was a great present. John felt his ball sack move and tighten as the pleasure grew, he was sure his dick grew again, oh this was good.

He was fully awake now and was sure that Ruth thought he was unconscious. If I pretend to be asleep until I come, he thought, maybe Ruth would take his hot salty seed deep inside her throat. It was a divine deceit, but would she do it?

John could feel his wife's tongue sliding up and down his length from the tip right down to the base and then around his balls before taking them into her mouth and slowly sucking them before moving back up to the tip. His dick twitched as her mouth closed around his sensitive knob again and took a couple of inches inside. 

John was watching the quilt rise and fall when it was thrown back, their eyes met, no chance of surprising her now; damn he thought. 

"Happy birthday, needed some air" Ruth said. 

All John could do was nod as she continued to wank him while looking into his eyes. 

"Where did this monster come from?" Ruth added looking down at his glistening prick. 

John looked too, she was right; it was big, bigger than normal all glistening hard and red. The veins stood proud and the purple head throbbed visibly, John figured normally he was about 9 inches when aroused but Ruth's hand looked tiny in comparison maybe he had the magic 10 inches, he couldn't remember the last time he had been this excited. 

Ruth squeezed his dick from the base, sliding upwards, milking him until a small drop of liquid appeared at the tip. 

"Bet you would like me to lick this, and take your juices into my mouth?" Ruth asked. 

"Please" John replied almost silently. 

The pleasure was so intense. Without breaking eye contact Ruth leaned forward and her tongue brushed the tip scooping up the liquid before stretching her mouth wide to take the purple monster deep inside. John groaned at the sight, his sweet wife struggling to stuff his monster dick into her mouth while all the time rubbing his shaft. He was bigger than normal, he was sure now, and he could see the corners of her mouth stretch, the skin turning white with the pressure of the insertion.

"Take it all bitch' John growled.

He couldn't believe the words had come from his lips, it shocked him, he said it again, no less shocked, the pleasure surging through his body had overcome him, he was an animal.

Ruth looked at him and then re adjusted her position before opening her mouth wide to take him inside again. John watched as the first inches entered her delicate mouth. She adjusted her position again and slid the next inch in, god he was Horny.

"More?" John asked, a nod came from his wife's face so John slowly lifted his hips off the bed to meet her face and the first half of his huge dick was in. 

"More?' John said again there was no reply this time. 

He eased forward toward her; he felt the tip at the opening of her throat and pushed again. He felt her gag a little and back off but she grabbed his bum and pulled herself forward again. This time the gag wasn't as bad and she left his dick at the opening of her throat before pushing again. He felt the tightness as his monster entered. Ruth took some more, only 3 or so inches now left visible, god he was hot and he could feel the come boiling inside his sack. 

"More" John ordered, again no answer so he eased more in and when he looked down his sweet wife's nose was buried in his pubic hair. 

"Now fuck it, whore" John demanded. 

Ruth began to bob up and down with 10 inches of meat jammed in her throat. The tightness was incredible, a feeling he had never experienced before. He involuntarily reached for her hair and forced her up and down forcing her to milk his monster.

He was so close now; he was going to come. As the first surge started he slid out so that the tip was at her lips. John grabbed his cock and massaged it squeezing the come towards her mouth. He still had her hair in the other hand so he used that to pull her head over his knob as he exploded. Spurt after spurt rushed from his knob, thick salty fluid. Ruth took all she could before she swallowed. He was still coming as he withdrew and the next eruption splashed on her face, sticking where it landed. She lowered her head again and caught the next spurts and drank it down. He was relaxing now and the orgasm was subsiding, wow.

Ruth looked up at him with a wicked grin on her face. The last dribbles were falling on his belly; she reached down with her finger and scooped them up before slowly licking it clean. They both collapsed exhausted.

Some while later Ruth stirred and looked over at John 

"Nice birthday present thanks" he said "the days still young" she replied. 

"Why don't you grab forty winks while 1 get a shower and nip to the shops for a few things? I'll meet you in the pub at one" Ruth added. 

John could only nod as he drifted off to sleep. When he awoke it was mid day and time to get up. He ran the shower and jumped in, the water was warm and cleansing. As he soaped his cock it began to rise again and thoughts of this morning came rushing back.

"No time for that now" he said out loud.

John dressed quickly and left for the pub, which was a couple of miles away down by the river. It was warm and sunny out and John couldn't wait to see Ruth again. When he arrived her car was in the car park, he pulled up alongside. Ruth got out too and they kissed. 

"Thanks again for this morning" John said Ruth kissed him again 

"Still horny?" he asked 

"Mom." she replied.

Ruth looked Stunning she usually wore trousers but today she was wearing a flared summer dress that buttoned at the front and came to the knee, it was quite low cut exposing some of her large breasts. John commented on her looks as they walked to one of the tables on the lawn at the front. As they approached Ruth waved to her friend Lou who was sat sipping at a glass of wine. 

Lou was attractive, quite petite with small breasts her legs looked fine in a short mini skirt. 

"Any one for a drink?" John asked as Ruth sat down next to Lou. 

The girls answered and John went inside to get the drinks. When he came back outside he had the drinks on a tray, the sunlight was bright in his eyes and he had to squint to focus. The girls were laughing at something and as his eyes became accustomed to the light outside, Ruth's legs drifted apart as she moved on the seat. 

John stood at the door and stared, the dress had ridden up slightly and he could see past her knees to her bare thighs. The thin cotton dress accentuated her shapely thighs and his eyes were drawn further up her legs towards her knickers. The girls laughed again and as Ruth moved he was sure that he caught a glimpse of ginger pubic hair at the top of her legs, was Ruth naked under the dress? 

John couldn't wait to get home and find out. John moved quickly to the table and sat opposite the girls, he was glad to sit down because the bulge in his jeans was beginning to show already. They made small talk, the weather, the kids, work and stuff but John was only thinking about whether his wife's pussy was naked under the table so close to him, the tension was beginning to get to him and the more he thought about it the more his dick grew until it was beginning to get painful; constricted in his tight jeans.

Lou asked for one of the Johns cigarettes that were sat on the table, and then reached over for them. She caught his lighter with her finger and it bounced across the table on to his lap and then the floor. 

"Sorry" Lou said. 

John wasn't, the lighter had landed on the floor under the table and he might get the chance to check out whether his wife really was naked under that dress. John moved his chair back slightly, and moved down onto his knees to look under the low table. What he saw stunned him. Ruth's legs were apart and he could clearly see the short ginger pubes on her pussy. John blinked as he looked; Ruth had completely shaved her lips leaving them bare! Her pussy was glistening, as a small drop of moisture was visible at her entrance. Ruth opened her legs further and as she did her outer pussy lips parted slightly showing the hidden treasures inside. He could clearly see the hood of her clitoris covering the jewel inside. It was swollen and red like a small cock and he could see it throbbing.

John's dick sprang to attention in his pants. He was just climbing back from under the table when he noticed Lou's mini skirt was stretched open and her legs were parted too. Lou had no knickers on either and he could clearly see her blond pubes and through them her slit which was damp from excitement. God he wished he could stay under the table all day!

As he rose he looked flushed and the girls laughed at him. 

"Seen anything you like?" Lou said. 

John could hardly answer; this was a great birthday. 

"I like your new hair style" John managed to blab not really knowing what to say. 

"It feels great' Ruth replied "Lou's an expert with the razor' 

Lou added matter of factly that "just thinking about it was making her even wetter".

The girls finished their drinks and John went to get another. As he stood watching the girls they giggled at his still swollen rod encased in his pants. When John returned the girls were silent, Lou had her eyes closed and Ruth was slowly moistening her lips with her tongue. John carefully put down the drinks and thought he would take a peek under the table. He wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted his gaze. In front of all the people sat in the beer garden Lou was rubbing Ruth's open slit and Ruth had her fingers buried to the knuckles in Lou's sopping pussy.

John climbed back up and sat hey headed towards orgasm oblivious to those around them. Ruth had often told John of her fantasies about sex with another woman but John thought that they were purely that.

"Open one of those buttons" John intimated as he pointed at the front of Ruth's dress. 

Lou reached over and after checking that no one was paying attention opened the first button, then the second. Ruth wasn't wearing a bra and most of her cleavage was now visible. Lou undid the third and Ruth's dress was open to the waist, although with the rubbing on her clit she was completely oblivious. Lou brushed the thin material to one side and the nipple of her right breast came into view. It was already erect and hard, but with the warm breeze and sunlight playing on it, it grew again. Ruth's nipples were dark brown with the aureoles being about an inch across. They jutted straight out from her breasts and as Lou squeezed the exposed one it turned from red to purple and swelled again. As she released it Ruth murmured and John could see the nipple was at least an inch long.

Ruth sighed as her orgasm came upon her and bit her lip to stop any further sounds from escaping. She shuddered; John imagined her swollen clit now fully exposed to the world, throbbing with the intensity. Suddenly they heard a squeal; it came from Lou as her own orgasm arrived. The noise was loud enough to attract the attention of the other drinkers; Ruth quickly grabbed the front of her dress and covered up the exposed breast.

They all quickly recovered but there was still interest being shown by the others so they made themselves decent and left. Lou said she had to go home but would see them later. Ruth suggested they take one car and head into town, as she needed a dress for the party next week. John thought she would look great in the one she had been wearing today.

They arrived at the department store and Ruth took John to the ladies section and quickly picked the dress that she had seen before. 

"I'm just going to slip into this and you can tell me what you think” she said. 

They walked to the changing rooms that were through an opening. John stood outside looking as Ruth walked the short distance to the first cubicle and went in closing the curtain behind her. When she reappeared she was wearing a long black dress with a split up one side nearly reaching her waist and really low cut, he was surprised it covered her nipples. John thought it looked great, 

"Wow" he said, "it's terrific. 

Ruth thought it was too big and asked if he would get the size 10, which he did.

Ruth set off to change again some other ladies went in leaving their husbands to stand waiting with him. Ruth drew the curtain back and pulled it to close it behind her. The curtain stuck only three quarters closed and all the men could see Ruth in the mirror at the side of the changing room. Did she know they could still see her or hadn't she noticed? John watched transfixed, as were all the other men as Ruth turned away from them and reached for the zipper on the back. 

His heart began to race as she slowly lowered it exposing her naked back. His dick began to rise again as she slowly pushed it over her shoulders to reveal the tops of her arms. John glanced over at the two other men, both had hard ons and one was playing with his though his trouser pocket. John liked the feeling other men watching his wife was having on him.

When John's gaze returned to the changing room he saw Ruth lower the dress to reveal her naked backside. It was perfect; heart shaped, and firm. He loved the way that it wobbled slightly when she walked. Ruth was naked now and as she turned to face the mirror all the men caught sight of her large breasts with their still erect nipples. The fine clump of pubic hair glistened still from the come she had just experienced a short while ago. Ruth slipped on the smaller dress and zipped it up. As she came out of the dressing room and walked towards him the other two men moved away embarrassed at the thought they had been watching. 

"Is this better?" Ruth said. 

It was certainly tighter and it pushed up her already large bust towards freedom. John could see the very tops of her nipples and when she did a twirl her pussy could clearly be seen. 

"Are you going to wear knickers to the party?" he asked 

"Why? Are you worried you and the other fellas won't get a show like the one you have just seen?" she replied. 

So she had known she was being watched all along. Ruth asked John to get her another dress that she had seen and bring it down for her to try on.

John selected the size and brought it back but Ruth was no longer there. She must have gone to the cubicle he thought. After checking no one was looking he quickly darted down the corridor and through the curtain. Ruth was already naked and was busy rubbing her wet clit. John couldn't believe she was being so daring. 

As he approached she whispered in his ear "Lick me" 

John got down on his knees and moved closer. He froze for a second as someone entered the cubicle next to theirs; this was so naughty. He was inches away; he could smell her. Her pussy smelt strong and rich from the orgasm she had had recently and the excitement she was giving herself now. As his mouth neared he lips parted with an audible noise. The long labia opened to show the inner lips and the hood of her clitoris. As his tongue touched for the first time she shuddered, he knew she loved that feeling. His mouth parted the lips and his tongue sought out her opening burying deep inside. Ruth moved further towards him as he fucked her with his tongue. He withdrew for a second and then took her lips deep into his mouth pulling them roughly. She liked this and he could see she was biting her finger to stay quiet. 

John found her clitoris, it was large, like a miniature dick, swollen and puffed up. The hood had long since rolled back leaving it exposed and on view; he nibbled at it moving her to further heights of ecstasy. His own dick was hard; it seemed to have been all day long, it was bursting to get out of his jeans. They paused for a moment as someone passed by within inches. John then moved back twisting the clitoris with his tongue before sinking his whole mouth over it and sucking as hard as he could. She was near the edge and she started to moan as she came hard in his mouth. He tried to quieten her with his hand as he sucked but the others in the neighbourhood must have heard the noise. Her juices flowed freely into his mouth filling it with their sticky sweetness.

As her climax began to subside she pulled him roughly to his feet and pulled at his zipper. His cock sprang free, angry and large as it had been this morning. Ruth tugged at his jeans, pulling them to his thighs before turning round, grasping his huge member and forcing against her pussy lips. John bent her over at the waist so that her hands touched the floor, and moved her legs apart. He reached down and opened her lips and then pushed the first inch in. She was sopping wet and it slid in easily. They moved together, grinding, until his big dick was fully in and he could feel his balls slap on her leg. As they moved John grabbed her backside with both hands and spread her ass apart. He could see the crack leading to the puckered ring. His urgency began to increase as he felt the orgasm approach. 

He pumped faster with Ruth meeting him on the forward strokes. All of a sudden it started he felt the thick liquid being pumped deep inside her. His eyes rolled as another squirt entered her willing body. Finally he was spent and he withdrew his, shrinking cock. Ruth turned round and dropped to her knees and cleaned the last few drops of come from his dick before pulling up his jeans. 

"You had better leave before we get caught," she said. "I'll meet you in the car' John checked the coast was clear then slipped out.

The lovers showered when they got home and got changed. 

"This has been a great birthday present" John said. 

"The days not over' Ruth answered.”I thought we might go out for a bite to eat at that new restaurant." 

"Sounds good" John replied. 

"Would you go and get some milk for the morning before we leave?" Ruth asked. 

John got in the car, it smelt of sex, and he could see the damp patch where his come had leaked from Ruth on their way home. 

John didn't take long; the shop was just around the corner. When he got back at the front door there was a note pinned on it which said, 

"Go upstairs and go to our bedroom". John wondered what surprises were in store now as he climbed the stairs and opened the door. 

There was no one visible only another note, which said 

"Take off all your clothes and put on this blindfold, before lying on the bed". 

John obeyed the request, quickly throwing his clothes in the corner and putting the blindfold over his eyes before laying back. It was pitch black inside the blindfold, but John was happy with the rest, as it had been a tiring day, he thought it might be a tiring evening too. It seemed like several minutes had passed before he heard the bedroom door open. 


His Birthday



a/n: Hullo! This is my first story, and I'd love any sort of feedback, especially constructive criticism. I might have some other ideas for these characters, so if anyone likes them, I'd love to hear it. Thanks for reading!

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Morning. February 1st. Cort's birthday. 

I slunk from my bed and pulled on my uniform. I listened to the gentle tapping of rain on the roof as I made to brush my teeth and hair, and I tied the latter into a pony at the nape of my neck. My face clean, I smiled at the mirror. Cort. He was so sweet to me, and I knew I was going to be distracted all day by thinking about his after-dinner desert.

I decided to lie in bed and read a book for a short time before I finally left for breakfast.

***

He was one of the many people at whom I enjoyed gazing. I admired the looks of quite a few boys, but of course, there was something different about him. I adored his waddling gait, his long fingernails, almost too long for a boy, and his handsome hands and feet. When he spoke, it was a perfect whirring timbre that would put me instantly at ease. I would relax any time he was near.

We had spoken only a few times until one particularly festive dinner, when a rat crawled over his bare foot. He yelped and grabbed what was nearest to him, my thigh, with his right hand. In his fright, he squeezed tightly and his girlish nails bore into my skin, and throughout my confusion I felt a bizarre sting of pleasure delight both of my legs. I'd never been touched before, however innocently, by a boy, and I thanked God that I had worn my skirt without tights that night.

The other girls and a few boys jumped and screamed in fear while the supervisors rushed about trying to catch the rodent. In the midst of the hurly-burly, Cort had finally noticed that his palm still warmed my bare leg, and he awkwardly stuttered out "Uh, sorry... I kinda... uh...", and he shut up when I grinned. He smiled back and dragged his hand off my leg. We glanced at each other once more and waited for the others to settle down.

***

The next day, after class had ended, I was reading outside under a tree when he plopped down.

"Hello," he said.

"Hi, Cort. What's up?" I said.

"Not much, Gabby." He took off his jacket and languidly stretched before reclining, hints of his body available from underneath his sweater. Damn. "I, uh, apologize for accidentally feeling up your leg last night. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, or anything like that."

I decided to tease him. "I don't think you minded that much."

He barked a laugh and grinned at me. I noted that one of his brown eyes closed more than the other. "Are you implying that I'm the type of deplorable cad who enjoys molesting innocent young women in unspeakable, private areas?"

"I think if you're molesting someone, every body part is considered private."

He closed his eyes and I watched him breathe. He looked as peaceful as the leafy shadows dancing on his skin. I didn't know what we should talk about so I looked away.

"Uh—"

"D'you wanna hang out? I have a ticket for the movie they're playing in the auditorium tomorrow, 'Invasion of the Soulsuckers', and I hear the popcorn is extra-disgusting this time round," he said, and reached into his pocket to proffer the stub.

I was trying to comprehend if he was asking me out, and if he was, why someone so effortlessly attractive would want me. I wasn't a toad, but I didn't think that I had any qualities that could interest anybody. I had friends, but that was it.

'Maybe he doesn't think of it as a date. Maybe he literally just wants to hang out.'

Either way, I loved terrible horror movies, and the absolute worst that could happen would be... nothing happening. "Yea, I'd love to! Especially if that rancid popcorn is involved."

***

So we saw the movie. And then, we saw another. B-movies became a habit of ours, and eventually, we formed a friendship. I would help him with some of his English work, and he'd reward me with a monologue from whatever he was performing in Theatre. "You get a sneak-peek," he'd say.

He was so unexpected. He seemed almost out of place wherever he was, but you could see in his careless gesticulations and easy grin that he was perfectly fit with his body. He was only a few inches taller than me, and I really liked how I could almost look into his eyes. I felt like we were literally on equal ground.

What I really loved about him is that nothing seemed to surprise him. As we became closer, obviously, I opened up a bit about myself. How I sometimes felt kind of lonely. How I was worried if I wasn't smart enough for school. He would nod his head until I finally shut up, and that was it. He just absorbed it.

***

At some point, between the 'Jenny's Haunting' film trilogy and light tutoring, he began touching me. Light, little actions whose consistency belied any trivial intentions. Cort would attack my waist, which he knew was a sensitive spot, and he'd touch my hand longer than needed whenever possible. He'd braid my hair for fun while I was talking to my friends, and I always, always felt his knuckles graze the back of my neck. 

Of course, this contact was not without effect. As unaccustomed to the male touch as I was, every graze of his skin would result in me having to peel my underwear off once I returned to my dorm. If he did so much as exhale on me, his breath would lick at my neck the way I imagined his tongue could. To refrain from kissing him was to channel Atlas and support the universe on my shoulders.

Every time we hung out, I would wait for him to build that physical bridge and touch me. He was comfortable with his body in general, though, and I wasn't sure if his touchy-feeliness was just inherent in his interactions with people he was close to. He would rough-house with his buddies all the time, and during his dramatic performances, he wasn't afraid to hold back. I didn't want to read too much into anything, but I couldn't suffuse my wandering imagination.

***

Back then, I had a horrible fear of spiders, and I still do. On one evening, a particularly grim little arachnid had sufficiently terrorised me by frantically crawling up and down the walls until it finally decided to settle on the side of my nightstand. I picked up one of my shoes and made to squash it, but I couldn't do it. I was convinced the bastard would leap at just the right moment and latch onto me, so I sought out the aid of my neighbours. Fabulously, one wasn't in her room and the other declined, so I decided to ask Cort, whose room was only down the hall.

I knocked. "Cort? Please help me!"

After a moment, I knocked again and he opened his door and said "Yes, milady?"

"There's a spider on my nightstand and I need you to get rid of it. I mean, I would myself, but... y'know," I mumbled as he took off his boot and walked down to my room while I closed his door.

When I re-entered, he was looking for the spider. "Where is it?"

"It should be right there on that side...yeah, the one you're looking at. Oh my God, is it not there anymore? Oh my God, oh my God—"

"Shut up, please," he whispered as he searched out the monster. I wildly whipped my head around, looking for whatever vantage point it could have chosen. I tiptoed to Cort's side and we looked together. "Okay, I have no idea where that thing went," he smirked. "I'm sure it won't crawl into your mouth or your underwear drawer or your toilet—"

"Shh! You don't know that! Oh God, what if it's pregnant and it's about to give birth and there'll be a jillion spider babies—AH!" I pointed at the window and Cort threw his boot at it. I had turned and saw the thing on the sill and we screamed at the same time as the boot missed and the spider escaped back into the wild. I shut my window immediately and sat heavily on my bed. "That's enough bug business for me today." I glanced at my clock and said "It's eight fifty-six. You gotta get back to your room before you get reprimanded. Thank you for saving my life, though, I mean, I could've died."

He bowed and sat next to me. "You're very welcome. I expect you to return the favour. Also, four minutes is plenty of time."

I rolled my eyes and quipped, "I'm sure it is."

Cort feigned an aghast expression and said "Are you implying, yet again, something about my intentions in this here room?" I threw a stuffed animal at his face.

"Please hush up," I mocked, but he picked up my pillow and threatened me with it. I shoved a little at his shoulder and he shoved me back, and soon he was walloping me on the head with the pillow. I wrestled it from his hands and tried whacking him in the face, but he grabbed my wrists and held them at my sides. Then, he kissed me.

Wow. 

What his lips lacked in substance was made up with style. It was so sudden that it I didn't realise what was happening until he pulled away with a distinct smacking sound. I wondered if I was a terrible kisser or something because I hadn't had any experience really—

And then he did it again. His lips excited me as he dragged his fingers up my arms to grip my neck. I didn't realize my mouth was so sensitive, and I relished in finally being able to attach my hands to his chest. God, I'd never felt anything under my fingers as hot as his beating heart. They curled in his shirt and one of his hands slipped into my hair gripping at the roots. I was burning.

He abruptly pushed me backward. Stupid thoughts like 'Oh my God, we're kissing on my bed' briefly crossed my mind before evaporating into the ether. His chest was pressed up against mine and he ran a hand up my leg. I reveled in the feeling of his weight on top of me, and I grasped the hard muscles of his arm. I loved feeling them tense.

He yanked the pillow from between us, and the scent of Cort's cologne or musk or whatever drifted to my nose, and bizarrely, that turned me on even more. He moaned into my mouth and pleasure that I can only describe as metallic lightning shot down through my chest to my twitching fingers and nether regions. I felt the vibrations of his throat everywhere. I choked up a little myself, and he popped his mouth from my lips to kiss my jaw. I ran my hands down the sides of his ribcage and he shuddered through the sigh on my neck. Good God.

I gripped his sandy hair in my contorted hands as he licked my collarbone. He exhaled hot breath before drawing his tongue across and down to the top of my breast. He sucked and stupidly I half-feared getting a hickey while the other half of me was loving wave after wave of bliss. My back arched due to the will of some ungodly force. 

His hips began to roll, and push, and fffuuuuck, I was losing it. He pawed at my left breast and I couldn't stifle the foreign noises leaving my throat. My head lolled toward the clock and I saw that the time was eight fifty-nine. "Cort?" I gasped.

"Mmm?" he groaned into my chest. His tongue was perilously near my nipple.

"I'm so sorry... but the time. I... I just really don't want to get us in shit..." His lips were swollen and he looked dazed as he gazed at the clock. I couldn't believe it had only been three minutes. It felt like an eternity, and I didn't even get the opportunity to reciprocate.

"Uh... yes," he sighed. He sat up and righted himself. We kind of looked at each other for a few seconds, and I couldn't help but feel bashful. Despite that, I was smiling like an idiot. I couldn't stop. He was grinning like a little kid. "I feel that I definitely want to... continue this. I want to keep doing this."

I beamed at him and said "Yes, I agree. I think we should, uhm, talk about this later. Like, tomorrow maybe." Reclining now on the bed, I watched him stand up and comically adjust his pants. I started giggling, and I hated it, but I couldn't help it. "Bye, Cort."

"Bye," he sang. He glanced at me once again and winked as he shut my door. I promptly rolled from the bed and disposed of my underwear.

***

He brought me a daffodil the next day, and we were together from then on.

***

We were perfectly civil around our friends, but we turned into animals in private. I couldn't keep my fingers from crawling up his arms nor my lips from his ears. He would coyly rub my legs underneath the dinner table and I'd bite my lip to stifle a cry. His pale hand would grip my brown wrist as he led me somewhere hidden where we could tease each other. 

I had obscene fantasies about Cort. I bit my fingers at thoughts of him gripping my curly hair as I sucked him off, wondering what he'd sound like or if he'd lose all physical control. I wanted him to touch me always, even if it was only my hand, and I'd think about ways of making him happy all the time.

I couldn't believe that I had found someone who fit me so clearly. He was the missing piece, or the glass slipper, the glove, all that crazy metaphorical cliché. I had felt gross and undesirable for such a long time that sometimes, it was difficult to truly enjoy the physical things we did together. It was hard to believe that he thought I was beautiful.

I craved for him to grind his pelvis into my hips, and the first time I felt the desire beneath his khaki fly, I crumbled.

All I wanted was to please him. I'd push him back against a wall to taste his neck. The prize I won was watching the horrific expressions on his face, feeling the tremors of his body and hearing the uncontrollable sighs and hiccups of a man in the grip of pleasure.

***

I put my book back on the nightstand and slipped on my shoes. For a moment, I rested my forehead on the wooden door, and sighed. I was excited, but nervous. We'd never gone so far before.

I exited the room and meandered down the hall. Already, I could smell the delicious breakfast from the dining room below, and I listened to the steady rain pouring down on the roof. It had been a particularly warm winter that year. I turned and saw the staircase, but the door next to it opened. Cort's.

He was about to leave when he saw me. "Hey," he said through his grin. "Guess what day it is?" He beckoned me closer in the dark hall.

"I know, I know." I took his outstretched hand and we kissed. What began innocently simmered to a broil, and as usual with us, burned entirely. He led me past the agape door into his dorm, and shut it behind us with my body.

I was happily trapped between the door and his warm chest. He left not an iota of space between us, and I really enjoyed the suffocation. Immediately, he went to work, using his lips to titillate and please. It was his birthday, so I broke away and supped at the skin behind his ear. Lightly, I raked and pulled at his hair until he exposed his neck for my serving.

I sighed hot breath into his ear and grazed my lips over his Adam's apple. He had one hand on my waist and another on my ass. His sighs were like divine music that resonated with my eardrums at this perfect thrilling frequency, and I would glance up to find his face twisted and his eyes tightly shut. The more I touched him, the tighter he'd clutch my body. I felt his hips buck forward and I sucked harder on his collarbone in response. 

One of my hands found the hem of his sweater, and I snuck my palm under. My fingers crawled up his stomach, which I knew from experience was sensitive, and he groaned under the pressure. His hips found mine more insistently, and I tugged the collar of his shirt down as much as I could to expose more of his skin. "Fuck..." he whispered.

He began kissing my lips again as he ground us both into the door with his thrusts. Soon, he dragged me over to the bed, where he promptly lay on top of me and pushed my shirt up over my chest. He had a half moon grin on his pretty teeth as he lifted my bra to expose my breasts to the cold air. I grabbed a hand and sucked hard on his long fingers. He rolled one of my nipples between his teeth, and my hands twitched madly in his hair. Smoothly, he took a long drag off of my breast, and I could feel his cock beneath the layer of his slacks. I remembered again that I was here to pleasure him, and I shoved him onto his back. He looked mildly surprised.

I mounted his waist, trying to slow things down. I really wanted him to enjoy this. 'I guess,' I thought, 'he's gonna get his gift early.'

I caressed his face with my hand while looking into his eyes. The rain outside only punctuated how powerful they were in this dimly lit room, and I kissed his lips sweetly. "Happy Birthday, Cort."

"Thank you."

His hoarse voice made me smile. I kissed one of his ears again, and he breathed out slowly as I moved to his jaw, tracing a line down the column of his throat. I needed more access, so I leaned back and took his sweater off.

I adored the muscles of his arms and chest while he watched me closely. I ran my palms flat from the base of his stomach, upward and outward. His body was a delight. I loved every hair and texture of his skin. He was such a beautiful human being that I wanted to enjoy every single perfect piece as much as possible.

I kissed slowly and wetly down his sternum. I hummed and ran my nose down the top of his sensual stomach, and I smiled into his abdomen. I slid my body down so that the button of his pants was level with my eyes. 

With my hand, I lead him to a chair. He continued to observe me. Once again, I kissed and sighed at his stomach and I felt the muscles tense underneath my tongue. I could tell his breathing was getting short and I wanted every minute of it.

I unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them down and off his legs. The tartan pattern of his boxers turned me on, and what really made me press my legs together was the erection barely suppressed beneath them. I shuddered and gripped both of his knees, vaguely wondering how terrible I would be at this.

I ran my tongue up his hairy calf until it met his inner thigh, where I skimmed his receptive skin lightly with my teeth. Cort gripped the armrests as I groped his other leg. Closer and closer I lapped toward his pelvis until I abruptly pulled back, and started up again with his other leg. I made sure to nip at him a little bit. I had a feeling he liked it rough. 

I grazed my nails over his lower stomach and hips until his breathing was interrupted by sighs and throaty keens. I drew my attention back to his boxers. I tried to think of what best to do as he held his breath in anticipation. 

I blew hot air from my mouth, hoping he could feel it through the thin material. The way he bit his lip alerted me to the fact that yes, he definitely felt it. I panted once more before gently pressing my lips to his sheathed cock. I was soaked as I could feel him still rising, and God, I'd never been so turned on in my life. I was overwhelmed and I hadn't even seen anything.

I used the tip of my tongue to fondle his hard-on beneath the material, effectively soaking it, and he sunk his nails into his own leg. I could feel his thigh muscles tense underneath my fingers. I made sure to drag them up and down his legs as I persisted in knotting my tongue in the fabric. "Mmm..." he cooed.

Spurred, I took my palm and lightly rubbed the whole of it slowly on his shaft. I looked up at him. His chest heaved slightly as he stared into my eyes, and I smiled a little bit at him. I wasn't sure he was comfortable with the eye contact, but I did it anyway as I rubbed my nose and cheek along his penis. I closed my eyes, reveling, kissing. I finally slid my hands underneath the fabric to scrape along the junction of where his cock met his body.

I removed my hands and fingered the tops of his boxers. I still wanted to tease him, so lazily, I grabbed the hem and pulled it downward. I dragged the fabric to the base of his dick, then, up and over.

It sprung to life before me. Proudly, his cock stood, the shaft thick and the head furious and swollen. I couldn't contain the pathetic groan that choked out of me. Some fluid was already filtering out through the tip.




His Birthday



He lifted his hips and I slipped the rest of his underwear down. I didn't know where to begin. I wondered how he felt being completely naked while I mostly had on my clothes. His hands gripped the armrests. 

I leaned up and kiss him on the cheek. His penis grazed my stomach.

I slid back down. He shifted with a pleasurable discomfort when I gripped the base of his cock. I used the tip of my tongue to trace a vein on its underside, and he released a low and breathy moan as his hand seized the base of my hair. I pulled it out of its pony as he scraped those girly nails across my scalp. I flattened my tongue and licked the head like a lolly, lapping. I shallowly penetrated the cleft with the tip of my tongue and I tasted the salty precum.

Capturing the head with my mouth, I groaned and couldn't resist dragging my free hand down my body to rub my own swollen pussy beneath my skirt. There was only a little bit of material separating my fingers from my skin, and his almost imperceptible movements delivered currents of arousal through the electrical vessels of my body. I sucked, trying to avoid my teeth, and swallowed him deeper. Up and down I dragged my tongue. I tightened my lips on his dick and slowly inched my lips back up. 

I was fascinated by his foreskin. I gently tugged on it, then used more force when dragging it down his shaft. My mouth was getting a little dry.

I traversed every texture of southern skin available. The scent, his eyes. Both hands found home in my hair, and I could tell that he was sorely tempted to buck his hips, suffocating but pleasuring me. Indescribable joy was my reward for my service. To pleasure him was to feel my own kind of euphoria, this act of giving, sucking and humming. I swallowed again, gagging and loving every frustrating moment. 

I broke away from his cock to pay attention to his testicles. It bounced against his stomach. "You're fucking fantastic," he choked out.

"Thank you," I quipped. Thunder crashed outside.

Admiring their texture, I rolled his balls between my fingers. His hips were pumping slowly and deliberately as I attempted to take one of his testes into my mouth. For a split second, I couldn't believe that I was finally able to do this. I loved every movement and noise he made as I went back to his penis. 

I glanced up at him and his nostrils were flaring as he tipped his head back, losing himself, eyebrows drawn and teeth grit. I sucked harder, wanting more, fervently flicking my clit and keening through his cock in my mouth. I was shuddering myself, and I sensed his mounting tension. "Nnn...," he hummed as I popped my lips from his dick and quickly began jacking him off, hearing that light, fabled slapping sound that I'd dreamt about the night before.

His breath shortened and I sensed the end. I trapped one hand between my thighs and went back to sucking the pink tip when suddenly he began to jerk and a growl tore from the deepest part of his chest. Painfully, he yanked on my hair, scraping my scalp with his fingernails, and he fucked my mouth mercilessly as I felt the first hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat. I choked as a spiel of expletives flew from those crooked lips. His thrusts intensified before they finally slowed, and once he began to soften, I slowly pulled it out. Viscous and sticky, I contemplated his cum on my tongue before finally swallowing all of it. My panties were stuck to me.

I looked up at him again and smiled at his exhausted looks. His head lolled on the back of the chair. Eyes closed. Teeth biting his lower lip. I stood up and flopped down on the nearby bed, waiting for him to speak.

Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. He gave me an incredulous look before he grinned like the scoundrel he was, still gloriously nude, and slumped on the bed beside me. We lay looking at each other for a moment.

"You're wonderfully talented," he joked.

"I try. And thank you, that was my first time. I was planning to give it to you later on, though..."

"I can't complain." He reached out his fingers to stroke my collarbone, which still sent electric stabs of pleasure down my spine. I closed my eyes and sighed through my nose. The rain beat heavily on the curtained window. 

For some inexplicable reason, we both started laughing. His low cackle made me deliriously happy. He directed his gaze on me again and said seriously, "Now I'd really like to return the favour."

I bashfully looked away, but the insinuation excited me. "I think I'd definitely enjoy that. Happy Birthday, Cort."

"Thank you so fucking much. Let's get breakfast."



His Birthday Gift - Cuckold



The magnetism they have for each other... inexplicable. 

Tom and Susan often speak about their fantasies, and it always leads them to steamy, raunchy hot sex. Being extremely passionate, sexually comfortable and open with each other they are open to suggestions, but are equally respectful of each other's boundaries and limitations.

Amongst several, tonight Tom expressed one of his fantasies, that of having a threesome. Admittedly though, the idea of a threesome (amongst other fantasies) had been something that Susan had entertained somewhere in her own imagination. She had on occasion imagined what it might be like to be with two men, but the fact that Tom had expressed this intention had taken her somewhat by surprise. She was by no means a prude she'd seen enough threesome porno acts. Susan reminded herself that it was okay, as her personal threesome fantasies did not entertain any females, so she was safe. 

Susan gave Tom's request serious thought, and responded. "Tom, I'm not entirely keen on the idea of having a threesome." 

Tom asked. "Why?" 

Susan thoughtfully responded. "I'm not interested in being with another female, Tom."

Tom looked tenderly at her, acknowledged her response and understood her unease, then followed with another question.

"How would you feel if it were a man?" Tom asked.

Susan's jaw dropped, and she exclaimed. "You would consider a man!"

"Yes! Absolutely! Definitely!" Tom shot back.

Susan reminded herself that she had after all in the past entertained a threesome notion. However, Tom had somewhat derailed her, due to the fact that he would unequivocally accept a male, as part of the threesome.

Susan let out a slow deliberate breath, remained silent a while then said. "Tom, allow me time to think on this please."

"She didn't say no." Tom thought to himself. 

Then Tom reassuringly said. "Of course Susan, there is no rush, take all the time you need"

Susan pondered quietly. Their relationship was built on trust and understanding, and she knew him well enough to know how aroused he became every time he spoke about the idea of Susan being pleasured, and/or pleasuring another man.

Now that Tom had piqued her curiosity, Susan felt a strange inexplicable excitement, yet at the same time a sense of quiet apprehension. Waves of thoughts hurtled through Susan's mind, thrashing uncontrollably like a tempestuous ocean. Yet, in the calm, like when coming up for air, she grasped and grounded herself and was interested in understanding exactly what Tom would have her do, and how this threesome would evolve. Susan calmed her mind, and they proceeded at length with their discussion. They agreed on set limits of what would be allowed, also that they would go ahead only if both agreed on the choice of the individual, as well as a safe word. This safe word being a prerequisite for Susan, should she at any time, irrespective of the moment, wish to terminate the encounter.

Susan agreed, because she trusts Tom impeccably. Their search for a single male and their escapade had begun!

Over the following weeks, Tom and Susan placed advertisements stating their requirements and preferences and received numerous positive, and willing responses. They carefully and selectively corresponded via email. Several were eliminated, leaving a few whom they both decided they would meet with for a drink to ascertain whether to proceed with further, or not.

The first candidates failed dismally. Neither Tom nor Susan felt any desire or connection and neither were they willing to spend more time in their company than they needed. There was absolutely no chemistry, Susan and Tom politely excused themselves, headed home, and enjoyed a night of ravishing sexual pleasure. 

They had made arrangements to meet with their last candidate, on Saturday evening. 

But tonight, Friday, they had made dinner arrangements. Susan and Tom had taken a relaxing soak in the bath, and they discussed, and both agreed that if this last encounter didn't pan out, they would shelf this fantasy for another time. 

Susan steps out of the bath, dries herself off then wrapped the fluffy white towel around her. Being fairly attractive, with beautifully big brown expressive lively eyes, her application of make up is light and natural. She adds a dash of mascara to her already long lashes a hint of blush and a dab of lipstick to enhance her full sensuous lips. 

She slips on sexy black lingerie with matching G-string, which hugs her petite figure. Next she slips on a pair of black fishnet stockings followed by a black evening knee length dress, lastly she slips her beautifully manicured feet into a pair of black high heels. Susan looks at her reflection in the full-length mirror and smiles, as her long hair cascades over her shoulders and back. Tom steps up behind her giving her a hug and sensuously kisses the back of her neck. As his one hand squeezes one breast, he places the other hand firmly, yet gently around the front of her neck, and Susan melts completely at his touch. His unmistakable scent sends waves of erotic pulsating pleasure throughout her body, and her crotch immediately responds with desire. Both find it difficult to fully control their raw sexual want right now. He grabs her chin, turns her face towards him planting a long lingering passionate kiss, slaps her backside and reluctantly step back. 

Susan turns and looks at him. He looks so dapper, sexily attired in a black suit and crisp white shirt, and oozing with confidence, charisma, sexuality and passion. He never fails to make her heart skip a beat along with the desire to be ravished by him, this enigmatic man of hers.

They are ready, but still have a little time before they need to leave. They walk to the lounge take a seat, relax and discuss the final arrangements for Saturday evening with the last candidate. 

Susan had organized and arranged their meeting carefully so as not to coincide with Tom's birthday, which is today, Friday.

She told Tom that she had some final preparations to make and would need to leave a little before him, asking him to meet her at the restaurant they'd agreed upon. She'd organized for a taxi to collect her, and that he should meet her there a little later. 

She leans towards Tom handing him an envelope, kisses him passionately then whispers in his ear.

"Happy Birthday my ravishing captivator, open your gift after I have left, I will see you shortly." 

Susan gets up, smiles her beautiful smile at Tom, and heads towards the waiting taxi.

Susan takes a seat at the quiet end of the bar, directly in front of the table she'd pre-booked. The upmarket restaurant cosy and inviting infused in warm low lighting, and soft jazzy background music inspires a heady ambience. Susan doesn't drink, but tonight decides she will have a "Sex on the Beach" as she awaits Tom's arrival. She sits and muses about the contents in the envelope she gave Tom, the thought stirs up a host of welcome notions, as a mischievous smile plays on her mouth. 

She looks up and he's walking towards her, she recognizes him from the photo he sent her. He posses an air of subtle confidence and delightful charm, which she'd noted in their correspondence, and then later when she and Tom had chatted with him telephonically. They had clicked! He leans in towards Susan and gives her a warm hug, then sits on the stool in front of her. They chat a while he orders a drink and as she looks past him, she sees Tom walk in. Tom heads straight for the pre-booked table, takes a seat where he has a perfect view of both Susan and James. She notices immediately Tom's enigmatic sensual smile, and beautiful sparkling eyes. 

He'd opened the envelope she'd left him, his Birthday gift, and he'd made a choice.

Unbeknownst to Tom, James and Susan had agreed to make Tom's birthday, a memorable one, dependent upon his choices.

Susan and James chat animatedly at the bar, and very quickly the conversation becomes rather flirtatious and filled with sexual innuendos. James leans into Susan whispering as one hand brushes lightly over her breast, whilst his other hand finds her thigh and moves slowly up towards her crotch. His fingers brush lightly over her pussy. Tom must have been enjoying watching how James was touching Susan's breasts as well as how he felt up her thighs and discretely fingered her pussy. Susan looks over at Tom, as she pushes up closer towards James, waiting for Tom to give her the signal. Upon Tom's signal both Susan and James head towards the dinner table. James greets Tom. They all take a seat and Susan is seated between Tom and James. 

The conversation flows, as they order their meals and the vibe at the table is filled with raw energy. James and Susan continue their banter, as Tom looks on. Susan unzips James' pants and starts to play with his cock his hands are under her dress and he is playing with her pussy. She is so wet, and he is dripping with pre-cum. Tom watches. Susan and James now know the next choice Tom made. They eventually finish and are ready to leave. 

They all get up, Susan leaves with James and Tom follows them in his car. 

Susan and James arrive at James' place, they enter but leave the front door unlocked. Both are laughing and enjoying each others company, as they head towards the bedroom, dropping rose petals along the way.

The bedroom is both warm and inviting. Susan scans the room and notices a chair strategically placed, background music playing softly, candles but also just enough light. Susan and James undress but Susan leaves on just a fishnet dress and climbs onto the bed, James joins her fondling her breasts. Just then Tom walks into the room, He moves directly to the chair and takes a seat. 

The night has begun in earnest.

There is a lot of touching, feeling and fondling. James lies on his back and Susan begins playing with his cock with firm strokes. Her mouth finds his cock, as one hand firmly grips the base of his cock whilst the other plays with his balls and her mouth wraps around his cut cock. Teasing the tip, flicking then gliding her tongue around the ridge. Flat tongue down to the base to where her hand is, up again, then plunging her mouth on his cock. Feeling the ridges, the heat of his cock and how it fills her mouth right down her throat.

Susan looks over at Tom and notices just how intently he is watching her every move, she is so desirous to have Tom. James takes a hold of her and pushes her onto her back and goes down on her. His flat tongue runs the length of her hot wet pussy, as he gets to the top her flicks her clit with his tongue, he slips a finger in her pussy, then slips the second finger inside. Susan moans as pleasure courses through her body. He continues to flick and lick her pussy. 

James instructs that she get on her knees, bum up, and begins to finger her a while then stands behind her, puts the tip of his cock at the entrance of her wet pussy and teases her. Dipping just the head of his cock in and out of her pussy. He does this several times, then without warning he rams hard deep into her pussy and Susan lets out a gasp and he continues to pound her. He continues to fuck her and her hand goes up underneath his balls as she strokes them while he fucks her. Again Susan looks over at Tom and sees his lust filled desire. All the while James is pounding her pussy, calling her his dirty bitch, and telling her just how he is going to fill her pussy with a load of hot cum. How he is enjoying how wet her pussy is. 

He tells Susan to sit up on the bed, grabs her hair stands in front of her and puts his cock into her mouth. Controlling her head he begins to fuck her mouth, slowly at first then a little faster and then shoves his cock down the back of her throat, holds her head firmly, releasing just as Susan needs a breath and she gags a little, he again starts to thrust into her mouth.

The rotation of Susan sucking his cock, having him lick her pussy, fingering her, fucking her was building up such intensity in Tom and Tom could hardly wait to take ownership to suck and fuck Susan just the way she enjoyed him.

James entered Susan from behind. Her pussy now so sensitive and so close to an orgasm as he thrust hard and very deep telling her that he was going to shoot his load deep inside her. He could no longer contain himself and with the final thrust, he emptied himself inside of her. She felt the waves come from deep within like electric surges igniting, building up a current to a point of no return. The switch flicked and Susan exploded.

They both lay there spent.

Susan again looked over at Tom noticing urgency in Toms smile. She got up, had a quick shower, and got dressed. Tom and Susan said goodnight to James, and rushed home.



His Birthday or Mine



Leading up to my husbands fortieth had us going through the adult related magazines to find whether there was something he might like to have tried. I was really looking more at the adult holidays or at most the Hedonistic hotels in abundance down in the mountains of southern France.

He soon got bored looking at those and would inevitably end up looking in the swinging columns to see if he had overlooked any from the previous evening, the evening before, as it seems to be his main ambition in life. Almost under pressure from me, we did agree to look into one of these hotels and so emailed the address for details.

Their website did look an exiting place to be, a veranda next to a heated pool where couples were lying around sunning themselves before Boris and Carol would serve up the dinner before the fun and games started in the main bar at around nine. 

I think he was ready to go for it, even though the array of beautiful bodies there were more than likely all paid stand-ins for the promotional photo shoot. Being a very small hotel with only four bedrooms each consisting of two king-size beds mind you had us a little concerned. Why, well because as a footnote Boris and Carol stated that even if no one else were there the week we travelled then they would gladly be available for us. 

That had Dave looking at me in disbelief when seeing a picture of Carol, as she must have been all of sixty something, Boris wasn't any younger either and so doubts quickly entered into my head of Boris climbing on top of me because of the lack of other guests. 

With that idea crossed off his birthday list, I was becoming stuck for original ideas for him. A party with all his friends, perhaps a special box at his favourite football team maybe. If he were a fan of Leeds, then maybe, however, he is a Chelsea supporter and I'd need more money than the yearly wage bill to cover a box there, so that was out.

Sod it, void of ideas we were swapping with a couple to whom I knew Dave had special feeling's towards and so organised a birthday meal out and hopefully a nice evening in their arms, and beds. That would be a treat for me anyway, so that way we all get a special birthday present.

Coming up to that weekend life was pretty much normal, it is always a little hectic as I for one needed to shop and get myself looking good for George and Mildred. The first I heard of any change was when Mildred phoned me feeling sorry because of the virus Dave had picked up just days before his birthday. We had both played that card before, as it was a reason for one or both of us to chicken out on meeting a couple for a number of reasons. Therefore I was quick to stay silent and feel concerned for poor Dave as his birthday was only days away. 

I had arranged the hairdresser, my outfit hanging on the wardrobe door yet as far as I knew then he had cancelled his treat for some unknown reason. Knowing I was due an explanation, he arrived home from work, tired and hot and a shrug of his shoulders being enough of an answer for me.

Later on, dinner all finished and both of us relaxed listening to some music, I did not complain or argue any, but simply told him that all efforts for a birthday treat had faded and that it was just the two of us now. Not giving anything away, lovingly, he pulled me towards him, without a care in the world; I nestled in his nape while he combed my hair gently with his fingers. Feeling relaxed, I did become conscious that something was on his mind though and taken aback when he said that as a birthday treat then he wanted me to do a threesome.

With our numerous adverts in the contact magazines, we had hundreds, if not thousands of replies from single people wanting a threesome. Dave didn't even reply to them, simply tore up their advert and threw it away in the bin. Therefore, I was surprised, a bit unhappy that after so long he finally wanted to see me fuck with someone else.

It was his birthday, to that day I had never refused him anything and wasn't going to start then. Getting the place ready for our guest on the evening, I didn't know what he would want or what he would be like. There was one thing I knew of Dave though, which was, that he would never have liked to see me abused, or do anything that I was truly against doing. 

With the lounge ready, a quilt conveniently hidden away in case he wanted to do it in the lounge, the bed had clean sheets also, just in case. He was showered, dressed and enjoying the buffet I put on for them when it was time for me to go shower and get myself ready.

If nothing else, I knew I felt good in myself and although a little tartish in my micro dress, I had heard the doorbell go a while back and knew our guest had arrived. Excited now, ready, looking and feeling good in myself, I took a large breath and slowly walked down into the lounge.

My tummy was knotting up in expectations, my steps unsteady while taking a last look in the hallway mirror before taking a deep breath and knocking on the lounge door. He had always wanted me to be fucked by a big black man, and would ask me what it would feel like when sex was a talkative point rather than a physical one.

As I knocked on the door I had a vision of this black man we befriended by mail, he was a lovely looking guy and had a cock that put Dave's to shame. That was the closest we ever got to having a threesome as Dave really did get close to inviting him over. 

You can imagine the shock on my face when sitting on the couch with Dave was a thirty something pretty woman. Dressed not unlike me but looking much neater, unlike me, full of confidence, she did not wait for Dave to introduce us. Standing, approaching me, she sucked all the air from my lungs as she kissed me passionately on my unsuspecting lips.

Ignoring Dave as though he didn't exist she held me by my shoulders, her eyes looked me up and down making me feel uneasy until another passionate kiss on my lips had my knees buckling below me and my sexuality hitting a peek in one. 

With him sitting calmly on the settee I had Helga, her name was, guide me over to the settee where Dave was seated. As my bum hit the settee then she had my tits out of my halter necked dress before I could refuse her and was suckling on them making me reach out to Dave for help.

This was supposed to be his birthday treat as I watched her expertly suckle each of my nipples in her mouth so as to send exciting feelings throughout my body. With one of her hands lifting the hem of the black silk of my dress I was able to look down and feel her fingers trace over the silk of my new white panties. Ignoring her advances, I needed to take a deep breath, what with those exquisite feeling's her lips were doing to me I could see her painted nails draw an obvious line between my parted labium as I let out an uncontrollable sigh towards Dave. 

Not letting me grope at his cock, he was very calm watching her excite me as by now all inhibitions had left me with an arm encircling her head and grasping tightly at her hair. Was it me or was it her, I would never know, still holding onto the back of her head it was lowered downwards until I felt the gusset of my panties being parted.

Feeling my moisture sticking to the nylon then I was aware of me being moist and could already sense my pungent aromas as embarrassed, I felt her tongue explore me. I had one leg over Dave by this time; he still seemed to remain voyeuristic and not join in. Feeling Helga's fingers open me wide though and her tongue slide so effortless into my body, he watched, as did I, as my body trembled in either fear or anticipation. 

Still unaware of the circumstances, I left her alone and hugging Dave, we kissed passionately while distracted by Helga's frequent probing below us. I was in two places at the same time as she started to excite, unable to concentrate on Dave I pulled my lips from him so as to revel in the delights she was giving me. He told me later that I had the fear of god written on my face, as my breathing quickly became a breathless panting. With my mouth dry and becoming light-headed, I closed my eyes, looking away from Dave, unashamedly taking hold of Helga tightly so as to pull her deeply into me. 

I climaxed uncontrollably from the attention she had given me; still trying to kiss and be close to Dave I suddenly had my hands on her hair, enjoying the orgasm alone which she was expertly producing me. Holding her face into my body, trembling with excitement, I let out a loud sigh for the first time in ages, an exaggerated sound that had Helga realising I wanted her to stop.

Slowing down to a stop I had no thoughts of her as I imagined what a mess I must have looked. Staring up at the ceiling, my head resting over the arm of the settee, he still had hold of one leg while the other draped tiredly on to the floor. Feeling my breasts clasped together by her hands she lightly kissed each nipple before resting a hand beneath my head for support. Lifting me, I looked at her face, the last time I had seen it then it was tidy and made up. That had gone as her hair, knotted in perspiration; her lipstick had vanished and no doubt left around my vagina. Her face, wet with my body fluids as she put her lips to mine. All I was able to taste were the aroma of my body as we kissed and our parted lips were an invitation for her to slide her tongue into my mouth.

I needed and wanted to give Dave his birthday present at that second in time and while kissing Helga I tried to guide Dave's body towards my open thighs. Helga hadn't began yet though as I was soon to find out. 

Giving me at least some respite, stopping kissing, she pulled me up onto the settee. He was grinning at me, I must have looked a mess also, I could feel my boobs still out and exposed around the thin material of my dress and made no attempt to cover the lower half of me as she started to try and build some more enthusiasm in me. Offering me her wine glass I gratefully took a gulp of it if only to quench my thirst. She had ignored Dave all the time I was there and did still, asking whether I wanted to dance to the music he had put on before I arrived. Again hesitating, she whispered, with Dave listening in, how he would love to watch us dance. 

Sexually, I had never been as close to a woman feeling her erect nipples on mine, while her knee kept lifting between my parted thighs to gyrate on my excited pussy. Relaxed now, I knew Dave was loving every second as we had stopped dancing and simply facing each other, as she was asking me things I'd like to do to give Dave that special birthday present.

I knew what she would have said; I knew also, what Dave would have said, yet to say it allowed was something I could never have done. Her hands, her body, and her lips were becoming increasingly intimate with me now as I found my hands also wanting to caress and please her. She was lovely, kind also, and although seemingly ignoring Dave completely she was however trying to excite him with her advances towards me.

As I loosely held onto her waist with both hands, the sensitivity of my pussy was enough to feel the difference between her skin, and the sheer nylon of her hold-ups as her leg rubbed intimately up and down the insides of my thighs. Holding the sides of my head with her hands, she was tenderly laying kisses on my cheeks, neck and lips. Tasting my intimate juices on her face, she held me firmly by each of her hands while her tongue entered provocatively into my open mouth. Closing my lips on her, my thighs also had grasped hold of her leg.

Wanting, needing to climax once more, I could feel my face again redden under the heat she was producing inside my body. With the music suddenly ending, the room was silent, broken only by the shallow sighs I was producing for her. 

"Can I make love to you Pat," Helga whispered, completely unexpectedly. With the room silent, I knew Dave was able to hear her ask. Confused, I did not answer her, yet not doing so seemed to be a positive reply in her eyes. Guiding me over towards Dave and the settee, she lowered me down next to him once more. Leaving me momentarily and going to her handbag, she produced an enormous flesh coloured dildo. It must have made him look on jealously as I said something to break the heavy atmosphere we had generated between us all in the room.

It was heavy, hard and wrinkled like a perfect cock as she let me handle it. I felt ashamed in front of my husband as I had both my hands firmly around the phallic object and still room; I took some of it into my mouth. Helga was standing in front of me, holding onto some elasticised strings attached to this wonderful object. Until this time, she had been fully dressed but leaving me to fondle the giant cock alone, she rid herself of the simple summer dress she had on. I could hear a purring noise at the side of me and knew he would have loved to have the chance of going with her. Shocked even more, when her skimpy knickers came off to reveal a shaven and exquisitely formed genital region. 

Looking over towards Dave, she took the big cock from my tight grasp and watching her part her sex lips she ran it along her slightly parted legs. Talking to Dave yet looking into my wide-open eyes, I could see the moisture glisten on this cock as she told him that she would be his birthday gift if I would agree. I knew I'd be banished to the back bedroom if I'd have said no as once more, taking the large cock from my grasp we both watched on as she slipped the elasticised strings around her body. All of a sudden, that large rubber cock looked threatening, as it stood erect, hard, and sticking out proud from her body.

Knowing I wasn't going to get Dave, I was relieved in a way when she had me rest my head into Dave's lap. With my legs wide open and awaiting her attention, I watched with nervous anticipation as that phallic object probed at my eager pussy. With Dave cupping my boobs in his hands I was able to feel his hard cock poking at the side of my head. Helga was staring down into my eyes, a wry grin on her face as I took a sharp gulp of air as her plastic slid easily into my wetness.

With every ripple of that cock heightening the feelings inside me, kissing Dave became secondary as I reached out with my hands for Helga to give me guidance. Knowing that cock was sliding the length of it inside me, she lowered herself down to my face. We kissed, feverishly as my dry mouth tasted her saliva, still drenched in my juices while her tongue explored deep inside me. Hugging her head with my arms, I was able to feel her hands clasp at my thighs and lift my legs from the floor.

I was wrapped around her body, my arms and thighs holding tightly onto her as she continued to fuck me. Feeling her fingers gripping firmly at my thighs now, she was whispering to me, Dave could hear no doubt as she was asking me lovingly and calmly to orgasm for her. Still practically ignoring Dave, I could feel that large cock, dampened with my juices now; slide increasingly faster in and out of me. Each time deep inside then Helga would whisper something to me. Deliberately preventing me from climaxing and able to feel every inch of that solid object inside me, she was asking me whether her tongue felt as satisfying as the dildo. 

Unable to control the feelings her tongue gave me I told her that, as once more I felt my muscles contract on the hard cock as it slid from my wet body. Expecting to have the air pushed from my lungs again, I was mistaken though as she seemed to leave me alone once more. Dave was kissing me this time, his hands cupping my boobs with his fingers caressing my excited nipples. 

Squirming in pleasure now, my legs still spread wide with Helga's help. Dave was getting me high with the sensation of my boobs sending telltale signs to my head. At the same time, I felt Helga's soft lips kiss my inner thighs, softly and intimately with her fingers opening my labium widely. Expecting her tongue inside me, I was mistaken as it gently flicked at my hardened clitoris. Ready to push her away, my hand instinctively gripped hold of her face. I was able to push her off, however the lightness of her tongue flickering over my clitoris had me ignoring Dave and screaming to her for more. Feeling it sucked into her mouth, held there while her tongue excited it more was too much for me Ignoring them both she quickly brought me off once more. That time was as intense as I had ever known and needed to pull at Helga's hair to get her off me. 

My face had overheated, my body too, yet she gave me no time to recover as that plastic cock slid straight back into me. Not fucking me with it though, it was motionless deep inside as once more I was to taste my body from her tongue and lips. 

"I am sure Dave would love for you to prepare me for him," Helga whispered. Unwilling to answer I was laid flat on the settee as she unhooked the plastic cock from her body, still embedded deeply inside me; she manoeuvred herself above my face. Only inches from the gaze of Dave, she lowered herself onto me. With her hands, she held the phallic cock and slowly pushed it in and out of my tired body. It still felt lovely though as did the response of her, as my tongue searched out her open sex lips. Any nervousness was quickly unfounded when my tongue entered into her making her body react so violently. I was enjoying pleasing her, able to see Dave's glare helped, and felt as though I hadn't finished before hearing her climax above me

Lying there alone, Helga was standing now, that cock still embedded in me though. I felt good then when both Dave and Helga, close to me, and both looking as though I had pleased them. No rest from that busy cock, she started to fuck me with it, kissing me once more and asking me to climax just one more time.

I did, as the heat produced by all three of us nearly had me pass out feeling my muscles gripping tenderly to that giant phallic cock. It was deep inside me now, not moving as Helga pulled some hair from my wet face and gently kissing me now, asked whether I had enjoyed myself. Still unable to breathe, let alone talk, I nodded to her as I felt that cock leave me for the last time. 

Leaving me alone I lay collecting my breath, realising Dave wasn't to be seen Helga was suddenly above me once more. Naked now, no cock between her legs, she had a knee either side of my waist. Her elbows at the side of my face as she bent down to kiss me once more. I had calmed down by then, still hot with the close attention she was giving me though, sore, knowing that large cock was going to leave me aching the day after. Happy though kissing with Helga, I felt her face change from a relaxed mode to one of pain. Dave was inside her, her body now being slowly pushed forward above me. Lovingly I reached a hand out high into the air and felt good when Dave's hand gripped hold of it. The attention from Helga meant nothing now to me; my hand had wrapped itself around his back while I willed him on silently to orgasm for me.

He was loving the situation, whether Helga was, I wasn't sure. Hearing him tense up above us both though, I was able to hear those telltale sounds of him coming deeply inside her. 

As quickly as he started then it was over, I could see him standing besides us cleaning himself with some tissues. Helga didn't get close to climaxing with Dave, I had, Dave had and that was all that mattered. We looked at each other and were almost glad when suggesting she used the bathroom and then wanted to leave. When she came back down, dressed and tided up, Dave was laying beside me on the settee. Ignoring Dave completely, she stroked my face, lovingly kissed me while asking when my birthday was.

That was a long way off, I told her yet there was nothing in the rulebook to say I could not have a birthday whenever I wanted...



His Birthday Present



Tonya awoke early, and looked next to her. Her lover, Troy, was still asleep. Feeling frisky, she ran her finger along his cock, waking him up. She sat up and laid her body over his, breast to chest, legs on legs. Her lips brushed over his as her body made contact with his. She felt her nipples graze against his chest, making them harden. She moved them slowly back and forth, exciting his skin, as well as hers. Tonya's tongue tenderly traced the outline of his mouth. Troy felt his cock rise from the feel of her nipples and tongue stroking his body. His hands found her back, slowly stroking the tender skin before moving lower to her ass. Tonya moaned when his hands made contact with one of her more sensitive areas. Her body rocked back and forth on top of his. As she pushed herself harder against his body, she felt his rigid cock against her ass. 

"Mmm baby I feel your hard cock is awake and ready for some fun," she whispered into his mouth. Her mouth closed over his before he could answer, her tongue pushing its way into his waiting mouth. Troy's hands roamed over her back from her shoulder blades to her ass. He ran his fingers lightly over her skin, feeling the goose bumps he was causing. Her hands clamped onto his hair, pulling his mouth harder against hers. He squeezed her tightly against him and pulled her breasts against his chest. They moved together, touching ... kissing ... building their own internal desires of fire. 

Tonya's pussy rubbed over his stomach, sending sweet sensations through her body. She was hot and there was only one thing that would cure her aching desire -- a nice hard cock buried inside her burning pussy. She lifted her lips off Troy and announced, "I'm so hot for you baby. I need to feel your hard cock in me." She reached behind her and grabbed Troy's hard tool between her fingers. 

"Hmmm baby I love it when you stroke my cock and make it hard," Troy responded as his breathing quickened. Tonya's tits dangled in front of his face, tempting him to touch and kiss them. As Tonya stroked Troy's cock, he reached out and caressed each breast in his hands. He felt her nipples harden. When he grabbed each one she moaned, throwing her head backwards. 

"Oh fuck baby kiss my nipples," she moaned as Troy lifted his head to one of her nipples. His lips captured one and sucked it deep into his mouth bringing about another round of moans. "Bite it baby ... bite it ... please..." she pleaded. Troy's teeth closed around the rubbery nub and bit down softly. 

"Oh... yeahhh," came the moans from her lips as she grabbed his cock and squeezed harder. He used one hand to hold the breast to his mouth, while pinching her other nipple with his free hand. He switched off, paying equal attention to each nipple.

Tonya pulled her breasts away and moved over his manhood. Grasping it, she slowly slid it along her slit and moaned. "Ah ... yea, that's it ... Rub my cock over your hot juicy pussy," Troy moaned. He could feel her juices covering his cock head. When she slid it over and around her extended clit, Troy felt his cock jump with desire. He grabbed her luscious breasts as she moved his cock further down her slit. He felt her warmth engulf his cock when she pushed it inside her tunnel. 

"I want to feel my cock deep in your pussy baby," he moaned when her tunnel opened and he slid inside. Both Tonya and Troy let out long low moans the further he slid inside. When Tonya's pussy had accepted all that he had, she started a slow rotating motion. Troy felt his cock head being massaged by her pussy. Tonya gasped when she felt his cock push against her walls deep in her tunnel. 

Troy pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers. Leaning up he captured a nipple and began nibbling on the hard nub, then moved to the other nipple. Tonya cried out from the feeling of his teeth scraping on her nipple and his cock buried deep inside her. She rocked back and forth trying to push his cock deeper than it could ever go. Putting her hands on his chest, she pushed herself straight up over his cock. Pinching his nipples brought moans from his mouth as she rose above him. Tonya felt his cock sliding along her slick vaginal walls as she pulled herself upwards. Troy's eyes squeezed shut as he felt the exquisite pleasure on his cock. When she got to the top, she could feel his cock head lodged just inside her pussy. Her hips started slowly and then picked up speed, engulfing his cock once more. Again the moans of the two lovers filled the room when his cock filled her pussy to the hilt. 

"Do you like this baby?" asked Troy. "Tell me what you want." 

"Yes baby, just like that," Tonya moaned. "Fill my pussy with your hard cock. I want to cum all over you." 

It was now a race to the finish. Tonya began a steady rhythmic beat up and down on his rigid manhood. When Tonya's hips descended, Troy's hips rose off the bed to greet her. Her head flew backwards with each thrust on his cock. Troy's body pushed harder into the bed with each upward thrust into her pussy. The lovers moved in unison, feeling their passion and desire grow with each passing second. Tonya's pussy quivered when she landed on his cock and held it deep inside her for a few seconds. With each thrust of her pussy over his sensitive gland, Troy felt his cock ready to explode. They both were breathing heavy ragged breaths and then Troy announced, "Oh ... fuck ... I'm going to cum baby." 

"Yes ... baby ... yes shoot your hot load deep into my pussy," she responded as her hips picked up speed. "Baby you're getting me so hot." Troy felt the urge that comes at the height of sexual excitement and knew that he could not stop it. Grunting and panting, he thrust his cock harder and exploded deep into her tunnel. Tonya felt his cock throb uncontrollably, felt her pussy muscles spasm around his shooting manhood. Her orgasm shook her deep, making her cry out as her clit throbbed. Their combined cries of pleasure filled the room as they rode the wave of their orgasms. 

"Mm, that's how I like waking up," said Troy as he rolled Tonya over and pulled her to him. They lay in each other's arms, holding on tight, their breath slowing down to normal. 

"Happy Birthday," Tonya said as she kissed him again. "I love you. Hope you enjoyed your first present." 

"Mm thank you sweetheart," he replied. "I love you too. I loved it, but what did you mean by first?" She leaned over with a gleam in her eye and said, "The day is just beginning lover. I thought we'd lie in bed for awhile then start again." 

"Oh baby, that is why I love you," Troy said as he kissed her mouth. 



His Birthday Present







His Birthday Surprise



As you walked in from work you noticed the mood setting right away. Lights down low, soft music in the background, a dining room table set for two with candles and a magnum of champagne waiting on ice. As you looked towards the doorway there I stood waiting for your reaction. The look on your face said it all.....your wicked smile was all I needed to see to know that you approved. My red-velvet and black-lace teddy left little to the imagination. The garters held up sheer stockings that went from my thighs down to my feet adorned with 5" black leather spike heel pumps. The black sheer robe did little to cover the teddy.

My full breasts threatening to spill over the top. As I walked slowly towards you your smile widened and you dropped your briefcase and took your jacket off. I wrapped my arms around your neck and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek and felt your arms come around me and your hands go down to gently cradle my ass. You pulled me against you hard and I could feel your cock...hard in your pants pressing against my stomach. Your lips met mine with a passionate kiss that left me breathless. I then whispered into your ear for you to go and take a shower and that there was a surprise waiting for you in the bathroom. As you released me and walked away I looked back over my shoulder and knew that you would never forget this night.

When I heard the water turn off from your shower I poured you a glass of champagne. When you came into the dining room I became breathless. You had found the black satin robe and boxers I had gotten for you. As I handed you your flute of champagne I could not help but notice how your hair glistened with dampness. I had to reach up and run my fingers through it. You left the robe open so I was able to see from your chest down to the top of the boxers. Your body is so magnificent that I was getting wet just looking at you. When you started to speak I put a finger to your lips and told you to ssshhhhhh.....just relax and enjoy.

You sat at the table and I served you your favorite meal. Just watching you eat is so erotic. I could imagine you tasting other things.....and oh what a wicked grin it brought to my face.

We walked to the living room, each of us with a flute of champagne in hand...I waited for you to sit on the couch and I sat close to you and started to run a finger up and down your chest. I turned to you and told you that I had a surprise for you but you had to trust me completely. You had to do what I said for the next few minutes until your surprise arrived and not question me. Your face lit up with a very devious smile and you agreed. I leaned forward and gave you a brief kiss and stood up and offered you my hand....as you stood up you took my flute of champagne from me put it down with yours and pulled me into your arms. I could not help but look up into your eyes as you held me tight. I slowly closed my eyes as your head descended to mine....our lips meeting with the heat of a raging inferno, tongues dancing together, giving oh so much pleasure from a kiss. 

I pulled away from you and took your hand and led you to the bedroom, your gaze took in the red satin sheets on the bed and the camcorder on its tripod there at the foot of the bed. I turned to you and slipped my hands under your robe working them from your chest to your shoulders, making the robe slide off and fall to the floor in a shimmering puddle of satin. Leading you to the bed I quickly reached under one pillow and took out some fur-lined leather restraints and asked you to lie down and extend your hands above your head. You gave me a look of 

Partial disbelief but mostly of anticipation. Once you were lying in the bed I restrained one wrist to a bedpost and walked around the bed and did the same to the other.

Looking down upon you helpless my own breath quickened. I went to the phone in the bedroom and dialed a number and said two words and two words only...." It's Time." When I turned back to look at you I let the most wicked smile cross my face and stepped to the camcorder and turned it on. I gently pressed the record button and knew it was a matter of a few minutes before the fun began. Looking at you laying there.... only your satin boxers on, with a very obvious bulge straining against the front, I was oh so ready. The doorbell rang and I started towards the door, I turned to look back at you and said that you better smile we had company. All you could hear was feminine giggles from the other room and I knew it was driving you crazy.

As we walked into the room I led the way. Your gaze was set on the doorway and you were looking at me with a bit of fear but oh so much anticipation. As I made my way in you saw the ladies behind me......the smile that crossed your face was priceless. Your greatest fantasy was about to come true. Four beautiful sensual women were going to have their way with you....and oh how you wanted that. You first looked at Chyna, the Asian beauty. Her short jet back hair framed the prettiest face and her petite frame was in an electric blue teddy. Her perky breasts had the largest nipples protruding from them.....making your mouth water...making you want to taste them. Next you looked at

Krystal, the bombshell brunette. Standing 5"11 she was a sight that brought many men to their knees. Her voluptuous figure was wrapped in a leather bikini....the gold ring in her belly button itching to be kissed. Lastly you looked at

Cheyenne, the redheaded vixen. By all means this lady was my favorite. She oozed sensuality and could melt you with one steamy gaze. Her full figure was in emerald green lace and satin....her breasts overflowing the top. I looked at you my dear and asked if you approved. You single line of "I could die a happy man tonight" made me giggle and was all I needed to hear. We all approached the bed and I told the ladies to do as they pleased with you. This night was for you and you alone.....

I went to stand by the camcorder and watched as the ladies approached you, I would join in when the time was right.

Cheyenne leaned over and caressed your hard-on through your boxers....you closed your eyes and hissed. Your cock was straining against the satin.... aching to be free. Chyna and Krystal crawled onto the bed and grabbed the boxers on each side at your waist and began to pull down. You raised your hips to accommodate them. When your cock sprang free of the boxers the ladies smiled in delight. The beauty of your 8 1/2 inch cock was a wonderful sight to them. Standing proud and erect they knew the pleasure it could bring. Both Chyna and Krystal leaned over and started to kiss your cock, their tongues dancing together over it.

Cheyenne smiled and then slid her teddy off, her full breasts falling free and looking oh so lickable. She careful climbed on the bed and leaned over you and put her breasts to your mouth. Your lips latched on to one of her nipples and you started to suck wildly. The moans coming from her told me you were doing a great job as her eyes closed in passion. I could see you arching your hips up to Chyna and Krsytal's mouth.....wanting them to take your cock in. Krystal took the hint and I watched the head of your cock disappear between those luscious lips....as I looked through the viewfinder of the camera I found myself

getting very turned on at the site before me. My man in bed with 3 amazing women taking him anyway they wanted.

I let my robe slide to the floor and then slowly peeled off my teddy, my breasts bouncing free, my nipples hard. I walked over to the bed and got behind Chyna and softly ran a hand over her cute ass then leaned over and placed a gentle kiss. MMMMMMMMMMMMMM skin so soft and sweet.

She immediately got the hint and lies next to you on the bed, causing you to look and see me crawling between her legs.

I was going to dip my tongue into that precious Asian beauty's pussy and you were going to watch. Cheyenne had other plans for you as I watched her slide up and straddle your face. I could see the look of anticipation on your face as her pussy came closer to your mouth.....you wanted to taste her sweet juices. I knew from experience how talented your tongue was and I knew she was in for a special treat. Krystal was wasting no time either as she stopped sucking on your cock and started to straddle you. I was so amazed to watch your cock slide into another woman's pussy. The cock that had been in me the night before. Throwing her head back she started to ride you with total abandon....her hips gyrating and grinding her

pussy against you. I watched as you pushed your hips back up to meet her...filling her with every inch of your shaft.

I started to lick Chyna's pussy like a starved woman and she responded like an animal. Grunting and groaning and pulling my head further into her pussy with her hands. 

Cheyenne started to hiss like a she cat and I knew that your tongue was driving her wild. Just the noises she made told the whole story. Her hips started to move back and forth on your face, grinding her pussy into your mouth. I heard a loud yell and then a moan and I had to look up. Krystal had cum all over your cock and was slowly sliding off of it. Your cock glistened with her cum and I just had to taste it. I leaned over and took a small taste, oh the sweetness of nectar. Cheyenne slid back off of your face and went straight to your cock, placing your head at the entrance she slammed her pussy down onto it and starting riding. I motioned for Chyna to straddle your face so she could experience your talented tongue....she smiled and slow went over you and lowered herself. 

Your tongue extended waiting for that sweet honey pot of hers. I smiled and slid off the bed and went to the camera to make sure it was still focused and taping...I didn't want to miss a minute of this. I started to rub my clit while standing there and Krystal came over and asked if she could do that for me and I agreed immediately. I moved my hand and made my way back to the bed and lay next to you.....she immediately got between my legs and started fingering my pussy...grazing my sensitive clit and sending heat waves through my body. Cheyenne was riding you like a woman possessed. Her breasts heaving every time she grinded her pussy against you. I could see Chyna loosing control as your mouth worked on her pussy....she started to grunt and groan and grabbed the headboard of the bed as she forced her pussy against your mouth and filled your mouth with her cum.

You lapped up every drop of it and she slid off your face. My level of passion was growing ever higher as I felt Krystal slowly keep adding finger after finger into my wet hole. She was smiling wickedly and looked at you and said that she was going to fill my pussy with her hand and fist fuck me and there was nothing that you could do about it except watch. Cheyenne started making animal like noises and so did you. I saw your eyes close and your hips driving up and knew that you were close. Cheyenne screamed like a wild woman and started to cum at the same time my orgasm was washing over me. Krystal's hand pushing me there oh so fast. 

As Cheyenne slid off your cock all 4 of us went to your cock...I started stroking it long and hard, just like I knew you liked it. I told you to open your eyes and watch us all share your cum, watch us lick up every sweet drop that you gave to us. The groaning and moaning you were doing led way to you releasing a primal scream as the cum spewed out of your cock. All of us leaning over trying to get a taste. As we kissed and shared the taste of your cum I glanced over at you. The look on your face was one of total and complete happiness.

I climbed off the bed and took your restraints off and massaged your wrists. The ladies all sat around you on the bed and you looked from one to the other and smiled at all of them. I sat next to your shoulder and leaned over and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. As I sat back up you whispered a soft thank you. I said it was all my pleasure to give you this fantasy. You looked at all the ladies and asked who was ready for round two and we all laughed together with you... but round two is another story...



His Birthday Wish



It was his thirty fifth birthday and for two years he had joked about wanted to experience a threesome. It had been his greatest dream to have to women in his bed. To be in control of the action. It would be the best gift he could be given.

Having never experienced any thing but sex with a man, the thought seemed to be intriguing. So needing to see if there was that desire the search of the videos began. One evening home alone, all the tapes came out and one by one, were placed in the machine to see what was on them. On the fourth try, there it was. Two girls in bed. One lying on her back while the other licked and sucked and teased. The recipient seemed to be getting more and more excited. Unsure if there had ever been that kind of excitement, the viewing continued. The long the tape rolled the more the excitement built. "What would it be like? Would a woman do it better or different. What would they do?"

The longer the video played the more answers seemed to be reveled. And the wetter the viewer became. It was possible; there was a chance that this could be the perfect gift. Now all that had to be done was finding someone that everyone would be comfortable with. 

That took all of a couple of minutes. There was only one person that could be trusted to share this and knowing that she had already had experienced sex with another woman made it that much easier to approach her. 

Three days before his birthday, the plans had been made and the anticipation had begun to build. The night of his birthday the house was empty and we sat watching a movie and talking. The three of us did this often. Feigning tiredness she went upstairs to get ready to go home. I followed her up a few minutes later. The plan was we would go to the bedroom strip down and wait for him to figure out that we hadn't come back. 

We stood there one with a ribbon covering her breasts the other covering her nether region. When he walked in the room his eyes almost popped from their sockets. The room was lit with candles and the video camera on its tripod. 

"Happy Birthday honey, I know this is something you've wanted for a long time and well I got the nerve so here we are. You are in control. You tell us what to do and we'll do it."

"Are you serious? Anything?"

"Anything. This is your present from us."

It didn't take anytime at all before we were instructed to get on the bed on our knees facing each other. His instructions were simple. Kiss each other and see what happened. 

The first kiss was a little tentative, but with each try it seemed to get more intense. Before long the desire was building. It was then that a hand covered my breast. IT was soft and kneaded it. It felt good and I moaned my approval. Then the fingers were on my nipple, teasing it and pulling till it pebbled. When the kiss broke I was disappointed, but it was short lived as her mouth soon started teasing my nipple. It was clear, she was experienced and I allowed her to lead me.

Before long she had pushed me onto my back and was licking first one and then other nipple. She sucked and bit and sometimes it hurt, but then she would soothe the pain away with her tongue. It was delicious and I wanted more. 

My hands instinctively went to her head to encourage her. She took my hint and made her way lower. Using her tongue to draw a line down my stomach. It felt dirty and so exciting. Opening my eyes, I looked over to see my husband had stripped off his clothes and had taken the camera from the tripod. He was moving in closer to the action. I looked at him and he smiled. 

"Move lower, and eat her pussy. I know she wants it. I can see it in her eyes. Tell her tell her you want her to lick you."

"Yes, I want it I want to feel her tongue inside of me. I want her to lick me until I cum."

Before I knew it, I felt her tongue make contact with my clit and I thought I would go mad. It was so hot, to see my husband watching me get eaten by another woman. She was good at what she was doing and before long I felt myself humping her face. 

"That's it babe, fuck her face. Rub your pussy all over her."

I didn't think it would feel different than when a man did it, but it did. She knew each and every spot to touch to get the maximum reaction. Now when I cum, I'm a bit of a squirted. Depending on how excited I am will determine the amount. On this night I filled her mouth and she moaned her approval.

I needed to catch my breath, but I heard the instructions and I didn't hesitate, it was my turn. It would be different; it would be my first taste of anyone but myself.

As I lowered myself, I could smell her musky scent and found it inviting. It didn't take me anytime at all before I was giving what I had been given.

"Babe, you don't know how hot it is to see your faced buried between her legs."

"Oh yeah, it feels so good, for a beginner you're driving me crazy. I gonna cum, I can feel it building. Yes just like that, oh yes don't stop."

Within seconds she came hard and I lapped up all her juice. It was sweet and I liked the taste on my tongue. Making his way around the room, he had found the bag of sexual toys we had. Picking it up, he turned the bag over and dumped out its contents. Inside he found her most prized possession. Her twenty-nine inch long two and half thick double headed dildo. I gasp with surprise. This was my first time seeing it. He smiled at us and throwing it to the middle of the bed along with some lube.

"I want to see some magic, make it disappear."

I wanted to protest, but couldn't deny I was excited at the prospect of seeing it disappear. I didn't think we could do it. The biggest dick I had ever had was thirteen inches and about 3" thick. It had felt good, but I was full. This challenge didn't seem to faze my friend. She smiled at him and then at me. Instead of picking up the lube, she laid down on the bed, in the opposite direction and kept moving closer, scissoring my legs. 

Within seconds I could feel her wet pussy touching mine. Then we were clit to clit and it was like a lightening bolt had shot through it. We began rubbing clit to clit, and our moans were getting louder and louder. When I looked over to my husband he had put the camera back on the tripod and had sat down in the chair. His hand was on his cock and he was rubbing is slowly. His eyes intent on the action. 

When we both came, she reached over and took one end of the dildo at my opening and began working it slowly inside of me. It felt awesome. I watched her slide the other end inside of her and we linked hands and began working our hips to take more and more inside of us. I could hear him talking again. But my mind was buzzing with this new thrill.

"Take more I want to see it disappear. You're both such sluts, this is so fucking hot. If you want make that thing disappear and touch clits, I'll kiss both your asses."

We began working our hips working more and more inside. Our moans getting louder and the big dick disappearing inside us. We were getting closer and closer to making it disappear. To my surprise, she moved so that she was straddling me. She began working her hips forward and back and seemed to be pushing more and more into me. I thought I was going to explode. My orgasms had come one of the other. The cum was running out of me. It couldn't stop it and she was doing the same, I could feel her cum as our pussy rubbed each other from time to time.

"That's it girls there's only and inch left. An inch and a half and you'll be clit to clit."

When we were full and our clits touched, we both exploded with an orgasm. Our bodies shook with it and our screams filled the room.

She fell back on the bed, the dildo still inside of us. But neither of us had the strength to remove it. It was his turn, but after over and hour of us doing each other we weren't sure we had enough left for him. 

Hearing a moan from the corner we turned to watch as he got closer to his own orgasm. Without hesitation, I slide the big cock out of myself, amazed at how much had been inside of me and I got on my knees between his legs. I watch him rub his shaft and did nothing to help. Except look him in the eyes. When I licked my lips he shot his load into my mouth and all over my chest. Before long she was there to lick his cum from my tits. But neither of us was ready yet for another round.

Deciding we need a break, we both put on one of his shirts, he put on a pair of shorts and we went downstairs with the camera. It was time for something to eat and drink. We had been forbidden to take a shower. He wanted to know that we were walking around wet with what had just happened. 

We sat around the table and enjoyed our dinner and conversation. We were relaxed with each other and always had been. After dinner was cleaned up we had decided to move into the living room to watch the video we had made. All of us were excited too see what we had produced. 

Before we could turn the camera on there was a knock on the door. We weren't going to answer it, but since we could see him standing there chances are he could see us too.

It was his best friend. We knew we needed to get rid of him, but it would be hard since he was walking in to us girls sitting on the sofa with t-shirts on and him in a pair of shorts. 

He had always bragged to his best friend that I gave good head, and he had been trying for years to get me to give him head. But this birthday wasn't about him. So knowing that I could get rid of him with one promise I did what I had to do.

I offered him a chance to watch the video, but afterward he had to leave. When he came back the next time, I would suck his dick. He looked at my husband and seeing that he was agreeable he readily agreed. He sat in stunned silence and watched the video. When it was over, he excused himself. Before long he walked though house and out the front door. 

Laughing we made our way back to the bedroom.