0 comments/ 19550 views/ 1 favorites The Birthday Party By: AlexisD "Are you about ready to go, hon?" you call from the bottom of the stairs. "Yeah, yeah, be there in just a sec," I reply, shoving the 2 "C" batteries into my vibrator and dropping it back into the drawer. Smoothing my brown suede skirt down over my full hips, I run down the stairs, grabbing your crotch and laughing. "I'm ready if you are, Sexy". Smacking my ass as I brush by, you turn the key in the lock and grin. "Well let's go then, Birthday Girl, the night is ours!" "Where are we going again?" you ask, turning the Lexus out of the driveway. "Bella Mia, you doof," I sigh, "can't you remember anything?" "How the hell am I supposed to remember anything with you sitting there in a skirt that's maybe 6 inches long with your tits hanging out of your top?" you ask. "It's my birthday, I can wear what I want," I pout, brushing my fingers lightly over my nipples, delighted by the way the soft silk caresses them. "Fuckin' tease," you mutter under your breath as we pull into the parking lot. We get out of the car, the cool air of the autumn night making my nipples even harder. I smile as I feel myself getting aroused, dreaming about my birthday present. "Careful Alexis", I think to myself, "you'll end up with pussy juice on the back of your skirt if you keep this up." The restaurant is warm and inviting as the hostess shows us to a booth at the back. I slide into my seat, the suede of my skirt catching against the leather, rubbing roughly against my pussy. "What are you doin'?" you ask as you slide in next to me, puzzled by the look of satisfaction on my face. "I'm getting' into my seat, what's it look like I'm doing," I reply. Gently you place your hand on my leg, your fingers sliding under my skirt. Feeling my moist lips you look at me and scold "Alexis, no panties AGAIN?" "I forgot," I mumble, burying my face in the menu. You raise your fingers to your mouth and slowly rub them over your lips, the scent of me filling the booth. "Oh well, it is your birthday after all …" you say. The waitress returns with our Merlot and you raise your glass in a toast. "Happy 30th Baby". "Thanks," I reply as you bend to give me a kiss, your hard lips pressing against mine as you rub my ass. Lost in the taste of you I hear a voice softly asking, "Alexis?" Pulling away from you I look up and smile. There she is. Oh but she's fine and just what I wanted. "Hi Jennifer, have a seat and some wine," I tell her. As she settles into the booth I admire her small young breasts wrapped in a sheer white tank top, her long wavy brown hair falling over her shoulders as it shines, reflecting the light of the candles on the table. "Gene, this is my good friend Jennifer from work," I say, "she asked if she could join us for a drink to celebrate my birthday." Reaching across the table you wrap her long fingers in your hand, "Pleased to meet you," I hear you say, laughing to myself as I watch your eyes stray to her tits. "I'm so glad to meet you Gene, Alexis has told me so much about you," Jennifer giggles, stretching forward and flashing a bit more tit. I gaze at her, 18, 19, I think, God this is going to be so perfect. I rub myself against my skirt as Jennifer catches my eye and winks. The waitress returns with another bottle of wine as we relax, laughing and joking about how old I am now. "I don't know," Jennifer offers, "she still looks pretty hot to me. I love big tits, and hers are gorgeous." Leaning over the table she reaches across and tugs on one of my nipples. Your hand tightens on the table as you lean over and whisper "Who the fuck is this?" "It's my birthday, shut up" I respond as Jennifer leans further over, lightly kissing my lips. My left hand slides under the table into your crotch, your cock stiffening beneath my fingers. As your thigh presses against mine, your fingers move up my leg, probing my hot cunt. "Well Jennifer, so nice of you to come meet us but Alexis and I need to go home now," you tell her, rising up and grabbing my hand. "Wait Gene, I told Jennifer she could come over for cake." "You WHAT," you hiss back at me, your face a mixture of annoyance and frustration. "Wootah, I love cake," Jennifer squeals, her hot little ass wiggling as she precedes us out the door. Stepping into the parking lot, I run my finger up the back of her jeans, feeling how firm her cheeks are. "Nice, very nice," I murmur to myself. "See you there," I shout as Jennifer hops into her black Jetta, Mary J. Blige blaring from her stereo. "OK Alexis, what the hell is going on here," you demand as we drive down the darkened street. Staring back at you I ask, "What did you get me for my birthday Gene?" "You damn well know I didn't get you anything, you wouldn't bloody well tell me what you wanted," you snarl back. "Well that's because I wanted to get my own present this year," I say. Pulling up to the house, I can see Jennifer standing under the street light. "Just try and have fun, alright Gene?" I snap at you, getting out of the car. We enter the house, Gene flipping light switches as those he has a personal score to settle with PG&E. "Gene, could you take Jennifer into the living room while I get the cake?" I ask demurely, pretending to go into the kitchen. "Yeah, whatever," he replies. As they leave the hallway I tiptoe up the stairs and walk carefully into the bedroom, retrieving the vibrator from the bedside table. The excitement of what lays ahead makes my pussy fill with cum, as I feel the first drops of warm liquid roll onto my thigh. I place my hand on my slit, wiping the juice with my fingers, sucking on them greedily. How I love the taste of my own sweet cunt ,,, I walk into the living room to the sound of Gene and Jennifer laughing, as I try to hide my vibrator behind my back. Fortunately, Gene is too preoccupied by the story Jenn is telling to notice as I slide it down into the seat beside me. "Where's the cake honey?" you ask, looking around for plates. "Oh, it seemed a bit frozen," I tell you, "it's out on the counter." Jennifer rises from the couch and walks over to me, her hands covering her breasts, squeezing them. "Are you ready for your birthday present, Alexis," she asks, lowering her lips to my neck as she places a trail of kisses down to my swollen tits. "Baby, I am so ready, so ready, please," I moan, her fingers pinching my nipples. "I'm ready too," she breathes, her brown eyes looking into mine. "Do it Jenn, make him come," I whisper back as I begin to pull my skirt up. Wandering back to the couch, she drops between your legs, her smooth hand rubbing your cock through your khakis. "Alexis?" you stutter, the feeling of Jennifer's hand on your manhood making you lose control. "Yes?" I answer, sinking further into the chair, spreading my legs so you can watch me stroke the vibrator in and out of my cunt. "Oh Jesus," you moan as your head falls back against the couch. Taking her time, Jennifer tenderly unzips your fly, her fingers pulling your hard cock from your boxers. I gasp at the sight of your swollen dick between another woman's fingers, and push the vibrator against my clit, teasing myself with the pulsing vibrations. "Suck him Baby," I encourage her as she lowers her wet lips and wraps them around your dick. I close my eyes and hear you moan again as she teases you with her tongue. I quickly undo my blouse and pull down my bra so that my tits are exposed. Jennifer turns slightly, still stroking your cock with her mouth and groans at the sight of my 44DD's. "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," you mutter as you push your hips against her sweet face. "No Baby, hold it, I wanna see you come in her ass," I tell you, moving over to the couch and kneeling behind Jennifer. Jennifer turns around to face me, a sultry smile across her face. Eagerly she grabs my tits and begins to suck as you pull off her jeans. Rubbing your finger against her cunt you coat your straining cock with her juice, your other hand squeezing your balls. You grab her cheeks and spread them, smacking her ass with your rock hard cock before you place it against her tight, warm hole. As you begin to penetrate her I hear her purr as she digs her nails into my boobs. My pussy aches for release as I lay back in front of her, my skirt hiked up over my hips. She lowers her head and begins nibbling my clit, fingering my G spot. I look up, watching you, turned on by the look of lust on your face, seeing you sweat as you ride her ass even harder. God, this is something I've wanted to see for so long. The sound of your balls slapping against her cunt, the sucking noises of your cock as it slides in and out of her as she pants against my pussy, it's almost more than I can stand as I feel the first contractions start deep in my hole. "Oh Jennifer, yes, yes, tongue it, Baby, taste it, yes, yes" I scream as the wave begins to crash, "fuck me, it feels so good." I feel her hot tongue probing even deeper into me and I come against her face. She lifts her face from my cunt, my juice slathered across her lips. She stares into my eyes and begins to moan deep in her throat as you fuck her as though you're possessed, "Alexis, need to, need to …," you pant. "Yes, Gene, shoot your thick load up her ass, ride her baby," I scream, still coming, wave after wave. Jenn's tits are swaying in my face and I grab one of her fat nipples in my mouth. Sucking hard, I shove a finger up her fine cunt and rub circles on her G spot. There is a look of utter bliss on her face as Gene and I get her off. We collapse on the floor, legs and arms everywhere as our heartbeats slow and the sweat begins to dry on our bodies. Just as I'm nodding off, I hear Jenn's sweet voice beside me. "Psst, when's Gene's birthday?" The Birthday Party It was a day like no other. It started out like any typical Saturday getting up having a smoke, eating some toast. Until the phone rang, it was my nephew and it was his birthday. I forgot and hid party was that night. I talked to hid mom, my sister and she told me what time to be there. I was the first time to arrive and said hi to everybody. I grabbed a beer and gave my sis a hug, her name is Cecilia. I felt her big tits squeeze against my chest and noticed that her nipples were hard. She reached down and lightly spanked my ass. She had done that since we were kids, but it felt different. The whole time I was there, I couldn’t stop looking at her ass and tits. She was wearing tight blue jeans, and a white tank top where her nipples were visible. After a couple drinks everybody was feeling good and starting dancing in the living room. I was sitting at the table drinking a beer and looking at everybody dance, especially Cecilia. The way her tits bounced up and down was making my cock throb and I was hard, all 8 inches of me. I didn’t want to feel embarrassed. So I went to the upstairs bathroom, took a piss and started stroking myself to let the pressure out. After about two minutes I could here my sisters husband knock on the door and I thought shit, I have a hard on and I am not even close to cumming. I pulled up my pants, and tried to hide my dick as much as possible. I went downstairs and sat down. A slow song was playing and Cecilia came up to me and wanted me to dance with her. What a situation this was I had a hard on and my sister wanted to slow dance with me. I got up in a way where she couldn’t see my tent pitched. I agreed and went to the living room and started dancing with her. I had my hands on her waist and Cecilia had her hands on my shoulders. We were dancing slowly and she brought me closer and hugged me I could feel her tit’s brush my chest. At the moment I felt my cock started to throb in my pants. I hugged her back and we were now very close to each other, with her tits smashed up against my chest. She grabbed my hands and put them on her tight ass. My cock just about flew out of my pants and I was trying very hard not squeeze her cheeks. She put her head on my shoulder and whispered to me “your hands feel good there”. I thought people were looking at us funny, with my hands being on her ass. So I told her that I was going to move my hands up because people were looking at us funny, especially our mother. She agreed but had a certain look on her face. After the song I went outside to smoke and Cecilia went with me. I sat down on the bench outside and she sat on my lap. My cock was getting ready to just fall off from the pressure, but the whole time we smoked she never noticed my cock bulging out of my pants. Then I got a crazy idea, I told her that because she let me feel her ass I wanted her to feel something to, she looked at me curiously and asked “what?” I grabbed a hand and put it on my pants where my cock was. She looked at me in surprise and whispered something in my ear (I would say it but she promised me not to tell anybody). She grabbed my hand and guided me back to the living room where she asked me in front of everybody to go upstairs and that she needed to ask me something. I started upstairs and after I got half way up she started up the stairs as well. I got to the door to her room and I opened it and went in, when she entered the room she closed the door. We looked at each other and then she went up to me and started rub my cock. I was nervous and told her I wanted to feel her enormous tits. She just grabbed my hands and put them on her tits. She went up towards me and kissed me, I slipped her some tongue and she slipped back some as well. We then fell on the bed and started grabbing each other everywhere, our lips still locked. I undid her jeans and reached in her white panties searching for her pussy. She moaned in surprise but didn’t stop me. I found it and plunged two fingers into her pussy and noticed how wet she was. She pulled away from the kiss and we started getting naked. She grabbed my cock and started stroking me long and soft as I reached down and plunged my fingers back into her pussy. We were moaning together and I had just started to suck on her hard nipples. I was no where near cumming, while I felt her warm juices on my fingers. I could tell Cecilia couldn’t take it anymore and she rolled me on my back. My cock was way up in the air and Cecilia told me to close my eye’s, and after a second or two I felt her lips slide slowly down my cock as she started to suck me. I was used to girl stroking me while she sucked me, but Cecilia didn’t want that. She wanted my cock deep in her mouth and I heard her gag from the size of my cock as Cecilia deep throated me the whole time. I was so full of pressure and Cecilia started sucking harder making my cum go straight to the tip of my cock. I told her I had to cum and she ignored me, just sucking away. I warned her again I was about to shoot a load, but Cecilia kept on going. After a minute or so I squeezed her tits that I was holding and shot my whole load into Cecilia’s mouth. Cecilia moaned with pleasure and to my surprise swallowed everything that cumed in her mouth. Cecilia looked at me with her tits resting on my chest with a smile and I knew she was not finished. I grinned at her and Cecilia went up and straddled me. She grabbed my cock and stroked it before Cecilia slipped in between her tight we pussy. The pressure from her pussy gave me a second wind. Cecilia’s ass was going back and forth as fucked me. Her tits were bouncing up and down. I grabbed Cecilia’s ass she told me to squeeze it and I squeezed hard making her moan. After ten minutes Cecilia laid on me while her ass went up and down slowly. I reached in and started sucking her tits. Cecilia was now going faster and she sat up. I started thrusting up to meet her grinds. We were now screaming loud, but no one heard us because the music was too loud. Cecilia started moving back and forth to the beat of the music, coming from downstairs. Our bodies were now fucking each other to the beat of the music. I couldn’t take anymore as I felt Cecilia’s pussy contract as she squirted all her cum on my cock. I grabbed Cecilia’s tits and thrusting one hard thrust shooting my hot sperm inside of her. We were now exhausted from all of that fucking and Cecilia’s naked body looked as it shined from the sun coming from the window. After 10 minutes of resting our hearts were still pacing and her husband knocked on the door saying they getting ready for cake and ice cream. Cecilia said ok and that we were just finishing up. We watched each other dress as with the same look of passion in our eyes that we had when we were fucking. Then something funny happened she asked me how drunk I was. She knew I wasn’t drunk but I knew what she had in mind. When we got downstairs Cecilia told my brother I was to drunk to drive and that I was staying the night. He nodded his head as to say “o.k.” I knew why she wanted my to stay the night, he had to work the next day and the kids were staying the night at Grandma’s house. The Birthday Party Karen drove slowly towards the party, she was apprehensive, even though she had been the driving force behind it happening at all. She'd known that all the women were aware of the others, but he was the only thing that they really had in common. Would it be enough? A party. Scheduled on the Saturday night before his birthday made it a birthday party she guessed. She chuckled at the thought. It would certainly be a surprise party It had started when he had forwarded an interesting chain e-mail to her, which wasn't characteristic of him in the first place. She noticed that he had forgotten to delete the previous sender, and she had contacted the addressee with a carefully worded e-mail. That had established the first link between Karen and Cheryl. And over a few exchanges the plot was formed. They each then made one more contact, Karen found out about Tracy, and Cheryl exchanged e-mails with Pam. He supplied them the e-mail addresses, in almost eager response to subtle, and some not so subtle, suggestions that a kinky threesome might be a future possibility. He had asked the others if they would allow an exchange of e-mails with another of his ladies. He was never included in the exchanges after passing along the anonymous hotmail addresses, and he was too much a gentleman to pry. They had built their connections on line, until all four were readily sharing information about his likes and desires with undisguised glee. Eventually someone had suggested a meeting. So they got together for coffee, a regular cougars' bitch session, moving quickly from hellos to comparing marriage horror stories. They had a great time until the restaurant was closing and they were cast out into the cold. They hardly talked about him at all that time. The next time was different. They met at Cheryl's; she had the space and fewer local distractions. And a few bottles of wine definitely lubricated the conversation. Pam and Cheryl told of their nights with him tied and teased, tormented yet obedient to their wishes, and the intensity of his release, when they finally decided to allow it. Karen and Tracy spoke as well, of the conversations they had with him, of their understanding of his desires, of how he could be so easily portrayed as Dom as he could be as sub. They agreed that although he was a definite switch, his submissive desires ran deepest. They ended that meeting on a more sensual note, with the close hugs of friends and a few tender kisses, especially for Tracy who had admitted looking forward to sharing him with another woman. And the plan started to come together nicely. A birthday surprise he could only imagine. The all backed off in the weeks leading up to his birthday. Then during that final week they came on strong, first Cheryl, then Karen taking turns. Pam and Tracy would contact him just to keep his imagination active, sometimes on line, and sometimes by phone. They focussed on stoking his submissive desires, drawing him into conversations where he described what he would like done to him by a Dominant lady. Whoever was chatting on line with him would 'cut and paste' his words to each of them in another, shared, chat window. Sometimes they suggested new directions for the conversation, until he was chatting with all four through one's fingers. They avoided meeting him for two weeks before the party. He still saw his vanilla freind, but they knew she wasn't kinky, so his deeper desires went unsated. He started to hint that he'd like to get together for some kinky play. But they were all evasive about their availability that weekend. Finally, Cheryl managed to declare herself available, if he'd like to join her. He jumped at the chance, promising to take along his toybox for the evening's activities and his toothbrush for the next morning. He had arrived at Cheryl's for an early dinner, something light, but with a strong port wine, not much, but even a sip ensured that he would not leave til morning. Through the early evening Cheryl sent quick updates by MSN to the other three. The three women were poised to join the party on schedule. Cheryl played him well, slowly stripping him until she could dress him in her favoured attire: a blindfold, a leather Gates of Hell on his growing erection, and tight clamps on his nipples. As early as 6:30 she was leading her now very submissive male into the bedroom. There she positioned him over a series of firm bolsters, under his chest, stomach and thighs to leave his nipples and cock free and accessible. Then she buckled secure manacles on his wrists and ankles. Smiling at his soft moans of surrender she bound him tightly to the four corners of the king-sized bed. Cheryl opened his toybox to see if anything new had been added. She found a small whip, similar to her own but softer. Turning around she decided to try the two whips on his ass. In just a few strokes she could tell the his was much softer than her own, so she laid his aside to treat his ass and thighs to a gentle whipping with the sturdier lash. After a few minutes they heard the phone ring. Cheryl answered it and he could tell that the caller surprised her. She hung up and crawled up on the bed beside him. "Shit, I forgot," she whispered, "I'm hosting a Fantasia party for a friend tonight, she's here with the food, and the rep is here to set up. No time to untie you, you'll just have to lie here quietly for a while." He heard the door close. He lay there, unable to move, not daring to make a sound. What would they think if he were discovered? A Fantasia party – he's heard about such things. Here he was, naked, bound and blindfolded, and in the next room women would be laughing, handling sex toys, and sharing comments about their use. His cock throbbed against the tight leather straps surrounding it, the separation and stretching of his balls seemed to increase in intensity with the dangers of discovery by the women in the next room. Cheryl slipped from the room to greet her first guests. She was well-prepared as always and had brought both his briefcase "toybox" as well as her own "toolbox" from the room to show her guests at the proper time. Karen and Tracy arrived first, bearing wine to supplement Cheryl's own stock. Not long after Pam showed up. But even as she slipped inside the apartment, the first two left. Over the next half hour the three visitors staged a rotating cast of arrivals until someone listening might expect that there were eight or nine women in the apartment. Music quickly filled the living room, adding to the lively chatter of excited women. The women settled into the living room with their first bottle of wine, a few snacks, and the contents of the "toyboxes." Laying the available instruments of pleasure and penetration before them, their conversation was well matched to the claimed purpose of their gathering. The party was lively and twice he held his breath when someone grabbed the bedroom doorknob only to be called away and directed to the apartment's main bathroom. But his discovery was inevitable. He heard someone duck inside the room and close the door behind them, obviously planning to use the ensuite bathroom. She gasped in surprise as she turned around and her eyes adjusted to the low light level in the bedroom. One doesn't normally expect to find a naked man bound to a friend's bed. But her physical need was obviously stronger than her curiosity. He lay there and listened to her use the toilet through the open door of the bathroom. And he was sure when had finished when he felt her kneel on the bed beside him. A hand caressed his back, from shoulders to ass, culminating in a sharp slap to his bottom. The hand slipped under him, between his thighs and explored the tight binding of his cock and balls. Lastly it reached under his chest and checked the clamps on his nipples. "Poor thing," she whispered and released his nipples from the tight clamps. But this was not the release he might have anticipated, he hands reached for his nipples again and teased them with her long, strong fingernails. Gently at first, then with determination she abused the already sore flesh, finishing by tightly clamping them between fingers and thumbs until a strained moan was forced between his lips. "Yes," she whispered, "moan for me." And as she prepared to dismount from the bed, she raked her nails the length of his torso, enjoying the way his body strained against the delightful agony she inflicted. He slumped against his supporting bolsters as he heard the door close. "Nicely done, Pam," Karen said as his latest tormentress came back into the living room. She and the others had watched each fondle and every scratch as she played with him. One last item that Cheryl had prepared was a cable from the video camera on the tall dresser to her own television in the living room. This hookup, though no tape would be made, allowed the women in the living room to watch and cheer for their sister Dommes as each visited the bound man. "O-K ladies,' Karen announced. "Just so we're all clear, here are the rules:" ·"We take turns teasing him, however we want, for the next three hours or so." ·"We each get ten minutes per turn, and he gets five minutes to cool down afterwards, before the next visit." ·"We'll use these four numbered tokens to decide on an order, and after each of us has gone in we'll redraw tokens to keep the order changing with each cycle." ·"You're not allowed to make him cum, but you can cum as much as you like." ·"Double-teaming is ok as long as you're together in the order. And helping someone doesn't take away your own time" ·"After we've teased him to the edge and kept him there for a few hours, we can release him and he has to get us each off, but he can only use his tongue, his fingers and the toys." ·"If anyone has a suggestion on how he should be allowed to cum later, it'll get written down and put in the bowl. After we've all cum, we'll pick a suggestion from the bowl to see how, or if, he can cum." ·"You can untie and retie him if you want, he should be quite obedient now." ·"You can take things off him, put things on or in him, and you can leave them there if you want." ·"If anyone makes him cum they have to get the rest of us off while we wait for him to recover." As Karen finished reciting the rules they had developed over a few nights of chatting, each woman reached into the glass bowl to draw a numbered token. Karen, as Mistress of ceremonies, noted the order: "Pam, myself, Tracy, and then Cheryl." Pam went into the bedroom as the other three turned to the television, wineglasses in hand. Pam, now wearing just a long, loose white shirt stretched out beside him. For the first five long agonizing minutes she lay there, teasing him with her long nails, the stripes she left faded quickly but were visible to the watchers even in the low light of the bedroom. Finally Pam rose from the mattress, straddling his thigh she rode her pussy against the muscles of his leg as she focussed her attentions on his ass. Alternating deep scratching and sharp spanking she worked to bring herself off. She was still trying when a soft knock signaled the end of her ten minutes. During the lull, his brief chance to relax between visits, Cheryl went into the room and repositioned some lights. This ensured that the illumination better matched the purposes of the remote viewers in the next room. Karen was next. She was feeling quite controlling and knew that he had only ever been gently whipped and occasionally spanked. From the display of toys on the coffee table she took Cheryl's whip and his leather spanker. With only ten minutes, she knew she'd have to work quickly. Without delay she knelt on the bed beside him, placed one hand on the small of his back and immediately brought the other down on the centre of his right asscheek. Back and forth she alternated, covering his flesh with slaps of her sturdy hand. Even as she began to see a faint blush rise she switched tactics. Taking up the small whip she struck, firmly but without anger, first across his shoulder blades, then worked her way along his body over his ass and to the bottom of his thighs. Back and forth within a few minutes she covered his body with the many lashes of the whip. Keeping an eye on the clock she dropped the whip when only two minutes remained. At that point she picked up the leather spanker and concentrated again on his ass. She was just starting to admire a slight blush following each strike as the knock drew her away from her submissive target. Tracy had sat wide-eyed as the first two women had tormented him. She had wondered what she could possibly do to follow their performances, but Cheryl had assured her that anything she wanted to do was fine. Finally, Tracy had asked Cheryl to accompany her into the bedroom. Agreeing, Cheryl had led her young charge into the apartment washroom, soon they emerged, Cheryl in a black bustier, and Tracy in red. Smiling at the others, Tracy then walked to the table and picked up a few select objects. In the bedroom Cheryl stayed close and whispered suggestions in Tracy's ear. Her closeness gave the younger women boldness and she soon began to enjoy herself. First she poured a thin line of massage oil down the line of his spine. Then, with both small hands she spread the fluid from his broad shoulders to the top edge of his asscheeks. Leisurely she massaged his flesh, tracing the faint lines left by Pam's sharp nails and smoothing across the reddened flesh remaining from Karen's ministrations. Egged on by Cheryl's whispered guidance she grew bolder, her hands slipped beneath his chest to tease and pinch his nipples, one hand gingerly felt his tightly bound genitalia. As the clock displayed a mere two minutes remaining she traded the massage oil for another bottle that Cheryl had held for her, this one held a thick lubricant. Slowly she dribbled the lubricant at the top of crack between his cheeks. He wriggled as it crept down towards his anus. After a liberal amount had been poured on his hot flesh Tracy followed the line of its dripping with her small fingers, enjoying the way he tried so hard to open himself up to her attentions. Shyly she slipped one greasy thumb into his bottom. Then, even as she heard the knock, and with Cheryl's encouragement, she slipped the small purple plug from his toybox deep inside him. And as it reached its depth, the two women left the room. Cheryl found the next five minutes an unbearable wait. It was no surprise to the other women what her plans for him were as she toyed with the ribbed black anal plug from his toybox. Quietly she entered the room, they had ceased closing the door to reduce the warning he had that another tormentress had arrived. In one smooth motion she pressed the purple plug deep inside him with one hand and used the leather spanker on his ass with the other. Pausing to lean close to his ear, she whispered; "I hope you're enjoying the party, because we're just getting started." Moving between his thighs, Cheryl held the base of the purple plug and began thrusting it into his ass. Slowly at first, then with more force and speed as he became accustomed to the intrusion. But even as he began to relax and enjoy the sensation she had other plans. A fresh liberal dose of lubricant was followed by the first few ribs of the black plug. Without skipping a beat she began to stretch his bottom to receive it. Her time, however, went by faster than she had anticipated, and the knock came as she seated it fully within him and flicked on its central vibrator to match his soft moans. And like that she left him: tied, spanked, fucked, and filled. The four women laid down the tokens they had drawn. Karen announced the order once all four were visible to all: "myself, Cheryl, Tracy and Pam." Karen took her time, walking into the bedroom and sitting on the edge of the big bed. She sipped wine as lazily stroked his back with one hand. She felt his broad shoulders, strained by the tension in his arms. She slid her hand along his back feeling the remains of the massage oil on his flesh. She slipped her fingers down the crack of her ass and pushed the plug, which had slipped from his bottom, in to its full depth, smiling at his moan of sensual reaction as she did so. She followed this course a few times, realizing that the plug was not prepared to remain in place due to its tapering shape. Returning to the living room she picked up a number of items from the accumulated contents of the toyboxes. Returning to the bedroom she worked quickly. Ever practical, her first action was to encircle his hips with rope and then to bring two trailing ends between his legs from points well forward on his hips to join behind his genitals. These ends she wrapped through a stainless steel ring from his toybox, positioning it exactly at the base of the plug, then she drew them back up along the crack of his ass to tie into the waist rope. Quickly and effectively she had configured a simple harness that held the plug deep inside his ass. Checking the clock she knew that she'd have to work quickly to finish her plan to reposition him for more torment. Releasing one of his wrists from its tether, she brought his arm down until his wrist was beside his muscular thigh. Wrapping a length of rope in a figure eight between his wrist and thigh she bound one to the other with a few inches of space between them. the last few feet of rope she used to wrap the bundle of strands between his limbs, ensuring a secure, yet flexible connection between his arm and thigh. As she finished the first side Cheryl arrived at the door, "Time's up," she said, "but first you can finish what you're doing. And you can leave his ankles tied for me." Cheryl came into the room after the planned break. The very first thing she did was to draw his head back to give him a deep kiss on the lips. As they broke away she pulled off the blindfold and tossed it onto the floor. "hello, my submissive one," she said, "Time to fit you with a new friend." At this she dropped a new, larger plug on the bed in front of his face. He had no choice but to ponder its girth and length as she explored the plug she had last forced into his ass and the rope harness Karen had devised to hold it in. Carefully she untied the harness, noting its connections so that she could put it back into place with his new plug. Pushing the current plug deep inside him she left his bottom to sit on the bed near his head. Slowly she dripped lubricant on the new intruder, watching his eyes as he watched her hand stroke the plug. Smiling she moved to crouch between his spread thighs. Fucking him with the old plug she made him beg for it, and then she made him ask for the new one. And then she gave it to him, slowly but relentlessly she fucked it into his ass, stretching him over the space of a few minutes until he took the plug's full length. Then she began to slowly fuck him with its entire length, increasing in tempo and force until the soft knock told her that her time was up. Quickly she seated the plug deep inside him and retied the rope harness to ensure that this one would stay in place. Tracy came into the bedroom and explored his body. She saw how his wrists were now secured to his thigh, though his ankles were still spread and tied to the lower corners of the bed. She examined the rope harness and pushed gently on the bottom of the plug to hear his soft gasps of pleasure. She did all of this with one hand, because the other was gently stroking her shaved pussy. Suddenly she seemed to know what she wanted. Slipping two fingers deep inside herself she fed them to the bound man, watching his enjoyment of her pussy juices. Moving to the foot of the bed she unclipped his ankle manacles from the ties that held them. With simple commands and touches she made him roll over and lay in the centre of the bed, the bolster that had supported him were rolled onto the floor. Tracy now examined his genital bondage closely. She saw that it gripped him tightly but not so tight as to restrict blood flow, or even orgasm if his cock were sufficiently stimulated. Bending over, she licked up the pool of pre-cum that quickly formed at the tip of his cock. The Birthday Party Finally she made her intention known. Tracy knelt beside his head and then swung one leg over his head to kneel over his face. Slowly she lowered her dripping pussy over his waiting mouth. Reaching forward she grasped his nipples in each hand. "Lick me," she directed, and used her hands on his nipples to encourage his attentions until the knock drew her away. Pam went into the bedroom and pulled him off the bed into a standing position. The binding of his wrists and thighs allowed him to stand, but he had to crouch slightly. Even this posture made the rope around his hips pull the ropes between his legs taut and pulled the plug deeper into his ass. Circling him she raked his body with her nails, teased and pinched his nipples and swatted his ass. She then took the nipple clamps that he'd worn earlier and ignored his moans as she put them back on those pints of sore flesh. With five minutes left Pam Sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him down over her knee. For the full five minutes she administered a spanking with her hand, covering the cheeks of his ass until the watchers in the next room could see a slight rose colouring start to rise in his flesh. He began to squirm under her arm as the knock halted her fun. She left him kneeling at the foot of the bed, wit his chest leaning against the edge of the mattress. "Pam, myself, Cheryl, and then Tracy," Karen announced. "It's me again, lover," Pam announced as she re-entered the bedroom, "how about we just keep going where were." She smiled as his expressive eyes indicated that he'd had enough of her strong hand for now. And, as a change of pace she pulled him onto the bed, positioning him on his back. Pam then knelt over his face, placing her shaven pussy directly over his mouth. "Do a good job," she warned, "or its back over my knee." After a few minutes Pam picked up the small whip which had been left on the bed. Slowly she began whipping whatever parts of her body she could reach. His chest, stomach, arms and thighs all received the touch of her lash. And each strike made his body tense and his tongue reach a little deeper into her. Karen had decided that her next turn was better served in the living room. She started by leading him by the chain connecting his nipple clamps into the living room. It was the first time he saw that only the four of tem were present. Quickly, Karen positioned herself in the armchair and swung one thigh over each arm. "Get over here and lick," she commanded. He dropped to his knees and slowly made his way to kneel in front of her. As her leaned forward she took hold of his head and drew hi tightly against her closely trimmed pussy. But this was only part of her plan. As soon as he started licking another woman moved to fulfill the rest. Cheryl knelt beside him and start toying with the plug in his ass. She made sure that it still slid freely, within the constraints of the rope harness and they all watched his reactions against Karen's pussy as she pushed it deep inside him. Next she took the leather spanker and began working it over his ass and across the top of his thighs. His moans and gasps only served to increase the variety of sensations his mouth delivered to Karen's pussy. Finally, as Karen's time drew to a close Cheryl untied the rope harness. Grasping the plug by its base she began to fuck him deeply with its entire length. The women watched as she thrust the thick latex plug into him again and again. Finally the time allowed for this session of erotic torment ended, the rope harness was retied and he was led back to the bedroom to wait. Cheryl walked into the bedroom and surveyed the submissive man. Clamps on his nipples, wrists secured to his thighs, a large plug held deep in his ass by the rope harness, and his cock and balls held tightly in leather bondage. "Mmmmmmm," she whispered, "you look delicious, just the way I like my men." She retrieved the blindfold and put it over his eyes again. Tossing the bolsters back on the bed she pulled him up to lie across them, raising his ass for her further attentions. But ensuring that it was in full view of the watching camera. She left him briefly to retrieve a few items from the living room. When she returned she mimed for the camera, showing her audience the first small purple plug that he had had inserted, Then she displayed the second, s black ribbed plug, emphasizing the difference in length and thickness between the two. Next she untied the rope harness and quickly drew the plug from his ass to continue her demonstration. That plug was again longer and thicker than its predecessor. And finally she exhibited to her companions the fourth in her plan, a thick red dildo, longer and thicker than any that he'd had before but a not unrealistic increase in size overall. Continuing her Martha Stewart pantomime, she deliberately lubricated the dildo, stroking it as if she could masturbate it to orgasm. Placing it on the bed between his spread legs she again displayed her lubricant bottle to the audience, then applied a very generous amount to his ass, feeding it into his relaxed anus with his fingers. For a brief moment she fucked him like that, with two, then three fingers to massage his open rectum. Finally, she picked up the dildo and placed its head against his anus. It was certainly thicker than its predecessors and he tensed as she applied pressure. "Relax," she commanded, even as she pushed the head past the resisting muscles. And then, ever so slowly, she fucked it into him, with tiny increases in depth until it was well seated against the crack of his ass. The other women had watched, allowing her to take all the time she needed to accomplish her task. Once it was fully inside him she realized the time and tied off the rope harness to keep it in place. Tracy went in after a longer break than usual. They has all congratulated Cheryl on how well she had opened and then filled him with successive plugs through the evening. They had watched him on the bed, moaning and gently writhing as his body tried to find a comfortable position with the large intruder she had stuffed him with. And, finally, Tracy went in to find him as Cheryl had left him. She softly touched him all over his body. She explored the base of the dildo, examining how the thick shaft disappeared inside his ass. Slowly she rolled him over and moved him into the centre of the bed. Placing him on his back was an interesting manoeuvre as he adjusted to having his weight on the base of the dildo filling him. The she started to strip him of his bondage accoutrements. First the blindfold cam off and she kissed him deeply as she did so, thrusting her tongue into his soft willing mouth. Next the nipple clamps were removed, he gasped as the blood rushed back into the tender flesh, and again as she leaned over him to suck each in turn. Tracy then moved to sit between his thighs. Quickly she worked to untie his wrists from their bondage to his thighs. As she finished each side she tossed the ropes to the floor. She left the rope harness in place since it was needed to hold his anal plug in place. But she turned her attention to the leather harness that has held his cock and balls all evening. Luckily, Cheryl had described this to her and she knew what to support as each buckle and snap was undine to avoid undue pain to her subject. Gently she released his cock and smoothly shaven balls. Leaning forward she again tasted the thick precum which had seeped from its tip through the bondage. Tossing the leather contraption aside she picked up the bottle of lubricant from the mattress. Slowly she dripped the thick substance all over his genitals. Then, using both hands she gently began massaging the one part of his body that had been bound and ignored all evening. She felt his smooth balls slip through her hands and then drew them up his now rigid shaft. And every time he tensed or his hips attempted to ride and increase the intensity of her touch, she stopped and pulled her hands away. After having stripped him, it was five long minutes she toyed with his genitals before the knock pulled her back to the bedroom. It was Karen that came for her and before they left she leaned close to his ear and warned him not to move. They left him for fifteen minutes to cool off before initiating the next part of his plan. Karen and Cheryl went into the bedroom to prepare him. First they untied the rope harness and Cheryl slid the dildo from his ass. All of the plugs were tossed into the shower and he was sent in to clean them and himself. They watched to ensure that he spent no more time than necessary on his cock. Once he was dry they brought him back into the bedroom to dress. Karen had selected only two items for him to wear, the first was a condom to capture any seepings from his cock, the other a tight pair of spandex shorts that accentuated his genitals and held them tightly in place. Before they left him they gave him his instructions for the next part of the evening. Each of them would come into the bedroom, and it was his task to bring them to orgasm. He could use his tongue or fingers, or any of the selection of vibrators or dildos available. During his task he was not to touch himself, nor to rub his cock against the women. If he behaved, he might be allowed to cum later. Over the next hour they came to him in turn, without pause. Their order was chosen by the disks, but he knew nothing of those. Some took longer than others, some denied him the use of the toys, and he did his best work with his mouth on nipples and clits and his fingers thrusting into pussies and massaging G-spots. At the end of the hour, on top of his previous exertions, he was nearly exhausted. The women decided to allow him a brief map before continuing. It gave them time to open one last bottle of wine and to relax while they discussed whether he deserved even more of a birthday present. Finally it was time to select an idea for his final surprise. A dozen ideas had been jotted on paper and tossed into the designated bowl. It was decided to choose one and set it aside, then to review the others before reading the chosen plan. In keeping with this approach Tracy was designated to pick one and place it aside. Karen, Pam and Cheryl then took turns reading the others to the mutual delight of the women. They ranged from masturbating him while spanking him to having him masturbate while they watched on camera to having him sent home without cumming. Finally, the only idea not read was the one set aside by Tracy. They examined it in detail, discussed its merits, and agreed that it was a very good plan. All four stood as one and headed to the bedroom. Without pause he was stripped of the tight shorts they had put on him earlier, he was pushed onto the bed, placed in its centre and spread-eagled without bondage. Karen and Pam each held and arm and together they climbed on the bed and placed their pussies directly over his hands. He took the hint and gently slipped his long fingers inside them. They, in turn began to tease his nipples and alternately they would lean forward to suck their appointed nipple. Next, Tracy climbed on the bed and lowered her pussy on his mouth, she smiled as his tongue lipped between her lips. And finally, Cheryl sat between his legs. She drew his knees up until his legs were over hers and his hips tiled slightly forward to give her full access to his genitals. They all sat quietly and let him work on the women with his hands and mouth. Cheryl, however, had a different plan. She slipped the condom from his stiff cock and let her fingertips slide through the accumulated pre-cum that coated his shaft. Next she dripped copious quantities of lubricant on his cock and balls, she made sure that plenty also reached his anus for her probing fingers. Slowly she started to masturbate him, slowing or stopping each time he started to react to the attention. And every few minutes she fed another large round bead into his ass. Eventually the attention of the four ladies had to have an effect. His reaction time each time his cock was touched became shorter and shorter until he was constantly on the verge of cumming. By now Cheryl had fed the entire string of anal beads into his ass. Finally Cheryl began pumping his cock, he tensed in every muscle and focussed his entire being on this orgasm, after hours of sexual tension it was going to be an incredible release. In time with the jets of cum from his shaft Cheryl pulled the beads from his ass to intensify the experience. Simultaneously she lowered her mouth over his cockhead to capture his cum. Tracy, Karen and Pam moved aside as his orgasm subsided. Cheryl moved up beside him and lowered her mouth to his. He opened his lips to meet her kiss and tasted his own cum as she let it drip from her open mouth. Sloppily she kissed him, covering his lips and filling his mouth with his own cum. As Cheryl moved aside Karen, Tracy and Pam each in turn leaned forward to kiss him. They each tasted his cum on his lips and frenched him deeply to share his flavour. He lay there completely spent, the women covered him as he faded into a nap. They retired to the living room to discuss further adventures for him, with one, two or more of them at a time. The Birthday Party My fingers drum impatiently on the steering wheel as I wait for the light to change. I cannot wait to get to Aaron's house for the party, even if I've just been included as the "paid guest". Which really means, I'm there to keep on an eye on the rugrats, but I will be, hopefully, free to party at least a little. My mind wanders as I think back to the phone call I received from Aaron's brother, Steve, last week. Basically, Steve mentioned that he was planning Aaron's 45th birthday party, an afternoon BBQ, and he was hoping that I'd be free to keep the kids from getting too out of hand. And, since there will only be five or six kids (Aaron's two, he's a single father, and some of his nieces and nephews), Steve assured me that I'll be able to kick back for at least a little bit to enjoy myself. At 45, Aaron is 25 years my senior. But, damn, he is ridiculously gorgeous! He's about 6'1", very athletic, has chocolate brown eyes that I could get lost in and a to die for smile! I'm sure that he makes women everywhere, young and old, melt! I've known him, and his family, for years and have always been terribly attracted to him! I'm quickly drawn back to reality as the light finally turns green and the cars in front of me surge forward. Before too long, I arrive at Aaron's and, from the look and sound of things, the party's already in full swing. I found a place to park, took one last quick check of my outfit and headed to the door. Right away, I was enveloped in a huge bear hug. "Annie!" Steve cried, "I am so happy you're here! And you look great!" "Thank you!" I replied with a smile. I admit it, I was a bit more dressed up than I am usually am for baby-sitting gigs; I really wanted to the Birthday Boy to notice me! After much deliberation, I decided to go with a red long sleeved t-shirt, short black corduroy skirt, red and black argyle knee socks and my trusty black Converse sneakers. So, it's still relatively practical, but shows some skin at the same time! "Why don't you head on out to the backyard?" Steve suggested. "The kids are all hanging out on trampoline and Aaron's back there somewhere,too. Oh, and would you mind carrying this out to whoever's working the grill? It's some chicken breasts and hamburger buns." Steve hands me a small cardboard box filled to the brim of barbeque goodies and, before sending me out the door, he slides in a few bottles of beer. I make my way to the backyard, dodging party guests left and right. I slip out the sliding glass door and am looking for a place to put down the box of food and alcohol when a strong arm slides around my waist from behind. "Hi!" a deep voice whispers in my ear as a strong arm slides tightly around my waist. I was about ready to turn around and slug this forward man before I realized who it was. "Aaron!" I exclaimed, turning to face him. "Happy Birthday!" "Thank you; sorry Steve wrangled you in as the baby-sitter. I hope you can take some time to enjoy yourself and, hey, you get the best of both worlds - a party and payment!" He finally took notice of the box in my arms, "What on Earth have you got in there?" Leaning in closely, I coyly whispered, "I've got all the makings for a great party here - booze, buns, and breasts!" Aaron's face lit up with an easy grin as he took in what I had said. "Careful what you say" he teased "Wouldn't want to give anyone the wrong idea!" "Or the right one!" I breezily replied as I made a move to walk away. I heard Aaron's deep chuckle behind me and he softly called out, "By the way, that outfit? Hot!" Even though I was bursting with excitement at the compliment, I tried to play it cool. Looking over my shoulder, I simply shot him a grin before continuing on across the yard. There ended up being, as I had thought, five kiddos at the party for me to try to keep under some semblance of control. And, as much as I enjoy baby-sitting, I sure was glad when the party was winding down and my duties were officially over! Steve caught up with me just as I was in the kitchen, trying to find another juice box for one of the little tricycle motors. "It's 7:30, Annie, let me take over for you! The party's winding down, feel free to grab something to eat or drink, just kick back!" I made my way around the last few guests and headed out to the deck in the backyard. I grabbed myself one of few remaining beers from the cooler and wandered across the now empty backyard to the bench tucked away under a large elm tree. Settling myself down, I kicked back to enjoy the peace and quiet and, of course, my beer. Every so often, I heard the sounds of people bidding each other good-bye and the occasional car driving off. Not wanting to leave just yet, not without spending more time with Aaron, I nursed my beer and took some time to catch my breath. After 7 hours with those kids, as adorable as they were, I was exhausted! "There you are!" a deep voice breaks my quiet revere. "Steve was looking all over for you, to give you your check, but he finally had to go - the natives were getting restless! You're actually the very last one here, Steve took my kids to his house for the night." "Oh! Sorry, um... I guess I'll get out of your hair..." I murmured, mentally crossing my fingers, hoping that Aaron would ask me to stay. "No, that's ok! Stay, finish your dri...." He finally noticed exactly what type of beverage was in my hand. "Heeeey, you're not legally old enough to drink that beer!" he teased with a grin. "I won't tell if you won't." I grinned, taking a deep gulp of the ice cold Corona. "Besides, I'll be 21 in like eight months!" Aaron eased down on the bench next to me. "Fair enough." he shrugged "and I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but you already look much older than 21. I do love those socks of yours.... very naughty school girl!" "Oh, really now?" I questioned, acting as innocent as possible, "and, to think, I was just trying to keep my legs warm in this short skirt!" "Hmmm, that skirt... well, that skirt is a whole 'nother story, Annie!" Still playing coy, I widened my big blue eyes as I asked "What do you mean? It's just your basic black corduroy skirt...." "Oh no!" he chuckled, "There's nothing ordinary about that skirt! No, wait... I take that back, the skirt itself may be plain, but there's nothing ordinary about those mile long legs of yours!" "Well, thanks, but you must have missed this giant scrape on my thigh from where I fell mountain biking a few days ago!" I explained, inching the hem of my skirt to midthigh, to show Aaron the angry red mark. "Ouch! That does look pretty nasty." he sympathized, absently running his finger gently along the cut. Suddenly, he realized where his hand was, and how high it was traveling up my leg. "Oh, no! Sorry! We... I... no... oh, man!" he stuttered. "Um, well, those words are all very good ways to begin a sentance. Now, can you pick one and elaborate on it?" I teased. Sighing, Aaron explained. "Fine, I admit it, I'm incredibly attracted to you. Problem is, you're 25 years younger than I am! Ah, crap, you probably think I'm some dirty old man now!" "Not at all!! I've always had a huge crush on you, I thought you knew! And, hey, I just realized, I didn't bring you a birthday present!" "That's ok, Annie." Aaron smiled, "You were a big help with the kids and it was great having you here for my party!" "Well, it's not ok by me, it was rude of me to forget. But, don't worry, I think I have something here that you'll enjoy." And, without wasting another second, I slide my arms around his neck and kissed him. "We... I... no....." Aaron stuttered again for a moment. "Oh, what the Hell. We both obviously want the same thing... and at least you're over 18!" he shrugged with a smile before reaching for me, wrapping his arms around my waist. Well, that's all the encouragement I needed! I kissed him again, more deeply this time. Aaron groaned with pleasure as he crushed his mouth against mine, his strong hands traveling down from my waist to cup my bottom. "C'mere" he practically growled as he gently pulled me onto his lap. The Birthday Party My husband's birthday was almost upon us and I hadn't yet found an appropriate gift for him. What do you give a man who has everything? What can you give a man who treats you like he owns you and that you are simply one more of his many possessions? What can you give a cheating bastard who fucks his secretary at lunchtime and your sister every Tuesday and Thursday night? Something special is what you give him - something very special. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I marry Harry on the rebound from my first marriage, which had been an unmitigated disaster. Harry was charming, attentive and after our sixth date I found that he was pretty good in bed too. But like I said, my first marriage totally sucked and I was in no hurry to do it again. It took Harry the better part of two years to talk me into marrying him. The honeymoon wasn't even over before I saw the first signs of Harry's insane jealousy and his need to place his stamp of ownership on what was his. He started treating me like a possession, albeit a prized one, instead of a wife. He began by trying to isolate me from any male friends that I had. The most striking example of that was the way he went after Robbie. Robbie and I had grown up together and our relationship was a brother/sister one. But Robbie was a male and Harry could not bear to have another man around his wife so he went out of his way to be rude and disrespectful when Robbie visited me. Robbie became uncomfortable coming around to see me knowing that Harry might be there so he stopped coming by. We still met to talk, but only after making arrangements ahead of time to meet elsewhere. The relationship still exists, but the spontaneity is gone. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Harry didn't want me working. "No wife of mine needs to work. I'm more than capable of seeing to your wants and needs. No one is ever going to say that Harry Banks can't take care of his own." So I did what a lot of other non-working women did. I volunteered for various charities, played bridge with a group of other women who were in the same situation that I was, and I joined a health club to try and hold off the advancing years. Each of those activities gave Harry a fit. He was against my playing cards until he had satisfied himself that only women participated. He had the charities investigated and found that several of them gave assistance to minorities and he went ballistic. Harry was a bigot and he was against anything that "Gives those bastards a free ride." He put pressure on me to leave those particular charities and to keep peace in the family I finally gave in. But it was the health club that really got to him. He stopped by one afternoon to pick me up and saw me in my tight leotard working on the Stairmaster in a room full of people - mostly men - and his face went purple with rage. It didn't help that most of the men in the room that day were in very good shape. On the way home he forbade me to go back, but for once I dug my heels in and told him that the place was doing me a lot of good and I was going to keep on going. He ranted and raved about it for days, but I would not give in. He took to showing up every day to watch me work out and to make sure that none of the men made any attempt to get friendly with me. All that did was make some of the men take notice of me. Next, he told me that he was going to convert the basement into an exercise room so I wouldn't need to go to the health club. "Harry, I need the advice of the staff to keep me on a program that will do me the most good." "No problem sweetie, I'll hire you a personal trainer." "You going to hire a half dozen women to work out with me? I need some one to pace myself against." "If that's what it takes then that's what I will do. I'm not going to have my wife on display in front of a bunch of men." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Nothing more was said on the subject for almost a month, which should have alarmed me, because Harry is like a dog with a bone - he never lets go of things. One morning Harry told me he had a surprise for me and he drove me into town. We pulled into a parking lot next to a building that had a sign on it that said "The Lovely Lady". We went inside and I found out to what extent Harry would go to get what he wanted. He'd set up his own health club for women only. He had hired six personal trainers who were women, he had outfitted the place with every type of machine that my health club had and a few others that I'd never seen before. The place had a sauna, a juice bar, a separate room for aerobics, "And I bought the building next door. As soon as I get the permits I'm going to join it to this building and put in an eight lane swimming pool." So, I ended up with everything that I'd said I had to have and Harry had me out of sight of men and had the added benefit of a new money making enterprise. Why did I put up with it? Because life was good. Harry was attentive (even if a bit overly so), he was loving and affectionate, he took very good care of me and he was pretty damned good in bed. All in all, I was pretty content with my life - right up to the day that I found out Harry was fucking my sister. I found out about it by accident when I stopped by her place one day to try and talk with her. Susan and I were estranged. We hadn't spoken in four years. Susan had been going with Harry while I was still married to Ralph and she had hoped to lead him to the altar. One night about six months after my divorce I stopped by to see her and Harry was there. Susan introduced us and about two weeks later Harry called me up and asked me out. Knowing he was Susan's I declined the invitation. He called me twice a week for the next month and I kept politely turning him down. One day when he called I flat out asked him not to call me again, "I'm not in the habit of dating my sister's boyfriends." "Is that what's been the problem? It shouldn't be, I haven't seen Susan in months." That night after work I stopped by Susan's to visit and I asked her how she and Harry were getting on. "We aren't. He told me that he didn't feel that we were a good fit and he stopped seeing me. I haven't heard from him for about two months now." "How do you feel about it?" "A little bummed, but in the long run I guess I don't really want someone who could do that to me. Two years and then he decides we don't fit? Fuck him!" Harry kept calling and after six months I finally went out with him and a year later we were married. Susan never forgave me for "stealing" Harry from her and she stopped talking to me. On Tuesdays and Thursdays Harry has business meetings and never gets home until late. On Tuesday I made up my mind to go and see Susan and try to mend the rift between us. I swung by her place at two in the afternoon and got there just in time to see Harry going up the steps to her apartment. He rang the doorbell, the door opened, Susan greeted him with a kiss and Harry went inside. I sat outside and watched the apartment until ten-thirty that night. Harry didn't come out and at ten thirty-five I headed home. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Wednesday I hired a private detective and one-week later I was sitting in his office getting his report. I seems that Harry was not only fucking my sister, but he was taking his secretary to the motel over lunch hour almost every day of the week. I told the detective to stay with it until he could get me some photographic evidence that I could use in court and then I went home to sit down and figure out what I was going to do. I wasn't mad at Susan, even though she was stabbing me in the back. I knew that she probably loved him and had loved him long before I came along and love can make a girl do dumb things, like have an affair with a married man. I wasn't stupid - I knew that she felt she was taking some revenge on me, but part of me, a small part anyway, thought that maybe I had it coming. Maybe I should have stayed away from Harry even though they had broken up. I couldn't even get mad at his secretary. I wouldn't put it past Harry to have threatened Freda with her job if she didn't put out. No, most of my outrage was directed at Harry and whatever I did was going to be done to Harry. Two weeks later the detective handed me the proof I needed and I began to make my plans. Harry's birthday was coming up in two weeks and I was going to make it one to remember. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It took all of that two weeks to get everything arranged. Harry's birthday was on a Wednesday and I began dropping subtle hints leading Harry to believe that I was going to throw him a surprise birthday party. The day of his birthday, as he was leaving for the office, he said he would be home around seven and that we would go out to dinner and have a small celebration. "No baby, I think I want to stay home tonight and celebrate in private." "Okay sweetie, if that's what you want." At seven-ten Harry came into the house hollering, "Honey, I'm home." "I'm up stairs in the bedroom baby, hurry on up and see what I got you for your birthday." Harry opened the door to the darkened room, the lights went on and I yelled, "Surprise, surprise" as several pairs of hands grabbed him." "What the hell is going on here" Harry yelled as three men forced him down on a chair and tied him to it. "It's a surprise birthday party for you Harry." Harry looked around the room and at first was a little confused by what he saw. There was a large, naked black man lying on the bed with a wilted cock that was shiny with wet juices. There were two other black men, two Latinos, three Asians and all of them were naked. Then there was me - his possession - and I was naked except for thigh high nylons and CFMs with five-inch heels. I had a pair of panties in my hand and I stepped up to Harry and stood in front of him while I wiped my crotch with them. I stuck them under his nose and then I pointed at the bed, "That's Jerome and he just finished fucking me. Smell his sperm baby? NOW TASTE IT!" I stuffed the panties in his mouth and a piece of duct tape was wrapped around his head to keep them there as I said, "That's your present birthday boy. Now just sit there and watch your birthday party." It had taken me two weeks to talk the assembled men, all from my former health club, into doing this (talk about a blow to a girl's ego), but now that they were in the room with a naked and willing me there was no hesitation and Harry got to sit and watch as the men, all minorities, used one of his possessions as a sperm bank. The party went on for five hours and Harry got to see me do my first double penetration. My first triple penetration was especially sweet because it was the three black men and if my panties hadn't been preventing it Harry would have been grinding his teeth in pure rage. I did everything that one girl could possibly do with eight guys during a gangbang (and found out that I liked it and was sorry I hadn't done it before) and all the while I talked to Harry. "God baby, this is great. You sure know how to throw a party. Oh Jesus, Jerome's cock feels great in my ass. That's it Jerome, that's it baby, harder baby, harder, fill my ass baby, fill my ass." Of course I couldn't say much during the several triple penetrations I had that night, but the "Omph, um, uck, omph" were clearly heard by Harry. "Watch Harry. This is my version of the United Nations" and I took a black in my mouth, a Mexican in my ass and an oriental in my pussy. "These guys are good Harry, I might just have to move them into the spare rooms so I can do this every night. Would you like that Harry? Would you like to watch these guys pack meat into your wife every night?" I was lying on my back looking over at Harry and into his eyes as Hernando slammed his cock into my pussy. "Damn Harry, it feels so damned good to have hot Mexican meat in my hole." I clamped my legs around Hernando and my nails dug into his ass as I asked, "How does it feel Hernando? Do you like my pussy? Do you like fucking the wife of a racist? Does it feel good to pound my pussy while the bigoted asshole has to sit and watch?" Hernando grunted something in Spanish, which I took to be a yes and I looked over at Harry, "He likes it Harry, he likes it." Finally it was over and none too soon because my pussy, although well pleased, was becoming just a little bit tender. There were two things left to do however so I set about getting them done. I had the guys tip Harry's chair back so that he was lying on the floor face up. It was pre-planned: Mike took the duct tape loose and pulled the panties out of Harry's mouth and Jerome pinched his nose so he had to open his mouth to breathe. I squatted down and pushed my cum loaded pussy over his mouth and did my best to squeeze out as much as I could. I looked down at him, "This is what happens to men who fuck their wife's sister and fuck their secretaries over lunch hour Harry." I held position long enough for cum to drain into his mouth and for him to become desperate for air and then I stood up. Jerome let go of Harry's nose and Mike stuffed the panties back into Harry's mouth and reapplied the duct tape. "Okay Jerome, do your thing" and Jerome went over to a briefcase sitting against the wall and got some papers out of it. He walked over to Harry and dropped the papers on Harry's lap, "Harold Quincy Banks, you have been duly served." "Those are divorce papers Harry, my final birthday gift to you. Get ready for the gifts that you are going to be giving me. I have three weeks worth of private detective surveillance reports, videos and audio tapes that are going to make the divorce a cakewalk and I'm going to take you to the cleaner's sweetie. I know you Harry, and I know what you will do. You will get your own detective and try to catch me doing something so you can counter. Save your time and money Harry. I'm going to be as chaste as a nun until the divorce is final." I walked over to the bedside phone and called Susan. Before she could hang up I said, "Harry is in big trouble Susan. He is tied to a chair in the bedroom and if somebody doesn't come over soon and cut him loose he might shit himself and have to sit in it until somebody finds him. I'm divorcing him and you are welcome to him, but I would be careful if I were you. Besides you he is also fucking his secretary and if he will cheat on me with the both of you he will cheat on you too." I hung up the phone and dressed. My bags were all ready packed and in my car and as I walked out of the bedroom I turned and looked at Harry and gave him my sweetest smile, "Oh by the way Harry, Happy Birthday" and then I left. The Birthday Party In the cold windy city Randi sat at home plotting the perfect birthday party for Mike. It was hard planning something for him as he always seemed to figure it out and ruin the surprise. So this year Randi decided she was going to come out the victor and come up with the ultimate surprise. As Mike's birthday approached she had spoken to 5 of her closest friends and invited them for the ultimate surprise party but hadn't spoken to any of Mike's. When the day came for his birthday Randi got up and started getting ready for work as usual and Mike look at her lost. He asked what the plans were for this evening and was told nothing special, Mike started to pout and she asked what was wrong, You forgot my birthday he stated. Oh is that today, was her only response as she finished getting ready and left for work. Once at work Randi contacted her friends and told them that Mike was upset and could they be at the house at 6pm as Mike got home at 5:30. They said they couldn't wait and would be there early. Mike got home from work at 5:30 he was still depressed, but Randi told him to go take a bath that she had ran for him, candles were burning all over the bathroom. Mike was surprised and undressed quickly, as he started to lower himself into the warm water his muscles soothed by the warmth of the water. He lay back thinking that this might be special after all. Downstairs Randi took the flowers and tablecloth off the table, replaced the tablecloth with a vinyl one, she went into the kitchen and got cans of whipped cream, jars of chocolate syrup, honey, and a jar of maraschino cherries plus a basket of fresh strawberries, blueberries, and pineapple. Randi looked at the clock it was almost 6pm she headed for the door to let in her husbands surprise guests. All 5 of them were there, smiling ever so wickedly knowing what was up and knowing Mike didn't. Randi lead the girls into the kitchen and showed them the toppings for the special dessert that she had planned for Mike tonight. Telling them to wait there and to be quiet until she called for them. Going upstairs she found Mike asleep in the bath, gently she woke him up, teasing him as she let the cooling water out she reached for a towel, drying him off she smiled at him telling him to come with her as he was. Walking thru the house she leads him to the dining room he notices the change and looks at her. She tells him to lay on the table and he would get his birthday surprise. Getting on the table, laying on his back she blind fold him and securely ties his hands above his head to two different legs of the table moving down she secures his feet to the table so that he is spread eagle. Going into the kitchen she has everyone quiet and has them strip out of their clothes, slowly and quietly she leads them back into the dining room each one carrying something for their special dessert. Seeing Mike laying there and his cock half erect Randi signals for Renee to suck his cock to get it hard. She sets the stuff down reaches over and starts to slowly and gently suck it into her mouth, feeling it growing with the warm ministrations of her mouth and hearing Mike start to moan. Unable to move Mike loves the sweet torture that he is receiving. Slowly Randi starts to pour chocolate syrup over his body, as Angie pours honey on him at the same time, Lynn starts to place the fresh fruit around with the help of Ann, Shy stands back holding the cherries to add later. All the while Renee continues to suck Mike's now hard cock. The women start to put the whipped cream out of cans on him, Randi reached for Renee to have her stop sucking Mike's cock putting whipped cream around it and up the shaft and placing a cherry on top. Once this is done she moves up to Mike's head and takes the blindfold off. Smiling at the sight of him she tells him happy birthday. He smiles as he sees his birthday presents around him in the nude. Wondering who had given the wonderful blowjob he looks at Renee and she blushes. Feeling the hungry eyes of the women on him he wonders what is going to happen next. He closes his eyes and drifts off in a state of euphoria as he feels all of the lushes mouths begin to devour the delectable bits from his body. When he feels the sweet essence is off of him and nothing remains, he feels disappointed as the ties that bind him are released. They all pull him into the back yard, he is surprised to see a hot tub there, And he smiled and thanked Randi for it but Randi was quick to tell him that she didn't get it for him, the .did in exchange you were dessert for them. Smiling Mike went over and kissed each of them and thanked them. But quickly learned that he wasn't done yet. Randi informed him that he was dessert but her gift to him was he got to fuck all 5 of the girls, he said no all 6. The only rule was he was only able to cum in her no one else. Everyone climbed into the hot tub, but Randi she stayed out to get drinks for everyone, smiling at the scene that was before her when she returned. Mike had Renee squatting over him, eating her pussy, Ann had his cock firmly embedded in her tight pussy, Shy was being played with on one hand and Angie on the other, Lynn was smiling wickedly as she had a nice size dildo placed in Mike's ass. Mike seemed to be enjoying his self from the loud moans that were coming from him. The girls seemed pleased by Mike as they were moaning with pleasure. The sounds were pure ecstasy to Randi's ears. Seating down the drinks she picks up the camera and begins to take pictures, this was one birthday he would never forget. Everything was going great the Randi yelled switch and everyone moved around and switched places except for Mike. Ann moved to place a strap on in place and started to take Mike's ass while she watched everyone riding Mike and enjoying him. The more that Mike moaned the bigger Randi's smile got, as Randi knew that there was no way that Mike could last much longer. As if he knew what she was thinking he moved so that his cock was not buried in anyone. Shocked by this the other girls moved to see what was wrong. Mike moved over and begged Randi to let him cum in her. Smiling she agreed, laying in the edge of the hot tub as Mike climbed between her willing thighs knowing that she was the only woman that he would ever cum inside of. Mike started to moved with a rhythm that was one of lovers, slow and needing. He made love to her the way that the on lookers could only dream about. Mike suckled her breasts, kneading them with his hands, rolling her nipples between his fingers, hearing her moan as he continues to move in and out, taking her hips in his hands, raising them up he begins to take her faster and with more need then before. His heart rate begins to beat out of control as he looks into Randi's eyes, pleading as lovers do for permission to cum. Kissing him softly Randi tells Mike to cum for her, to cum deep in her. Mike let out a moan as he started to shake uncontrollably as he shot load after load into her. Mike held Randi for along time as if they were the only 2 people on earth, then the applause started, blushing she pushed Mike to the side sitting up as she cuddles up to him. Blushing still she tells her friends that she is sorry but Mike is done for the night. Her friends smile and get dressed Mike seems them to the door, kissing each one of them as they leave telling them thank you for a night he wouldn't soon forget. Looking around he finds Randi still sitting in the hot tub, smiling he moves to her, kisses her softly knowing this was one birthday he would never forget. Taking her hand he leads her from the hot tub to the bedroom to show her how much he enjoyed his night. The Birthday Party The azure haze of early summer sunset crept upon us stealthily, tip-toeing its way into our midst as we talked and drank and laughed the afternoon away. It wasn't until dusk was almost upon us that we realized that the light had shifted hue from the gold of afternoon to the blue of evening. The barbecue grill was still hot and the air of char grilled beef and fresh cut watermelon filled the yard. Your birthday cake was little more than crumbs. We satn chairs and nursed our drinks. The large plastic table held a wide collection of finished bottles, dirty plates and half-eaten burgers. You sat on my left with your hands wrapped around the base of your beer, resting them in your lap. You wore something 'picnicky' as you put it -- cheap sandals that showed off your painted toes, a tight crimson wife beater t-shirt, and a denim skirt that appeared to have been resurrected from a Motley Crue video. It was far too short, barely covering your ass. The t-shirt was just a bit too tight as well, and the lace outlines of your bra could easily be seen. As always, you enjoyed the attention your outfit brought. Today you were in heaven -- my friend had invited her brother and his fraternity friends. Despite their disheveled hair, woeful nicknames and boyish antics, they were still men -- young men, but men nonetheless. I caught you more than once eyeing the lines of their shoulders, tanned legs and thighs. You were aware of being watched, and glanced away, grinning as you took a long swig of beer. It was a game we played -- we both liked to look, as long as we remembered the rules. Looking was fine, but no touching without the other's consent. I enjoyed showing off your body, so it wasn't a terribly hard bargain if you asked if you could flash your tits to a truck driving by or take your panties off at a concert in plain view of some hunk you wanted to tease. Of course, it was still a bargain. You had to barter something in return. Usually you came up with an offer I couldn't refuse. Like the long car ride along the coast where you wanted to show off for the bikers that were riding in the lane next to us. You unbuckled your belt, leaned close to my ear and whispered. "Can I show these guys my pussy while I suck your cock?" How could I refuse while you pulled your skirt to your waist, pulled your panties off, and turned in the seat to present your ass for them to watch as you wrap your lips around my shaft? How could I not slow down to keep pace with them? I even lowered the window so one of them could make a passing grab at your cheeks. He missed unfortunately... however I could tell that his finger stroked your cute little asshole by the way dug your nails into my thighs and moaned around my cock. Your hard laughter brought me back to the present, spreading your legs as you doubled over. Your hips had slid low in the chair, putting your cheeks at the edge. As your torso bellowed and peals of lingering giggles rippled through you, your skirt rode up until it was high on your thighs. As you sat back, you glanced down at it and then across at the football player. He held his cup close to his lips, not drinking it. He paused unnaturally before raising his eyebrows at you, curiously. You took another long swig of beer and raised your eyebrows twice in response, acknowledging that forgetting to fix your skirt was no accident. In contrast to your outfit, your panties were simple blue cotton. Soft and snug. I could make out in the light that there was just a small crescent of darker blue running down the triangle. I rolled my eyes. You are such a fucking slut... it doesn't take much to make your cunt wet, even sitting at a table among our friends. I glanced over at the football player again. He lowered his cup on top of his left hand, which rested in his crotch. As he moved it to the side you followed it as it rested unnaturally high -- as if he were holding it only by the base. He looked up at you then back down again as the cup rose and fell, apparently without him adjusting his grip. I realized that his left hand must be cupped around his cock, which was straining against his loose shorts. He had rested the cup on tented mound and was bouncing it to show you how hard he was. You bit your lip and nodded confirmation, then glanced over at me. I pretended not to notice, looking instead at our hostess who continued on with her story. The football player mumbled that he needed a 'refill'. He leaned forward and picked up some empty bottles on the ground as he rose. His position hid his hardness as he tossed the trash away on his way to the keg at the other side of the house. You raised your own bottle and quickly downed it. "Looks like I need to fill up too!" you chirped, before standing. "You want anything?" you looked down at me, batting your eyes innocently. "Yeah... I'll get it in a bit though." I replied, holding your gaze. You chuckle and place your hand lightly on my shoulder, trailing across my back as you kick off your sandals to walk barefoot across the grass, swaying your ass as you go. I watch you walk, admiring how you trail your toes through the grass, letting the tiny blades tickle the spaces between. You revel in your sensuality, embracing all the hidden delicacies and decadence that life offers. I wait a few minutes after you've passed out of sight before rising to follow. The story is still going strong with no sign of ending. Our host is a good storyteller and no one wants to miss out on what happens next. As I walk quietly around the corner, at first everything seems normal. You stand with your back to me. The college boy is pumping the top of the keg, handing you the hose to fill your... cup? That's when I notice that your feet are planted wide and the front of your skirt is bunched up. "Almost there... almost there..." you urge him whimpering. He's bent over the keg, furiously pumping the piston to build up pressure. I follow the length of the hose to see that you're holding to your crotch, where the tip has been inserted to your pussy. Your discarded panties lie next to the keg. A trickle of beer runs down your thigh. Instinct or paranoia causes you to look over your shoulder at open your mouth wide in a mocking smile as you see me. "Now...Billy, now!" "It's Bobby." He corrects you in cracked voice. "I don't care what the fuck your name is...just open your fucking mouth" you hiss as you grab the him by the hair and pull his face below to your pussy. He opens his mouth as you yank the tip of the hose from your cunt. A stream of foam and beer sprays from your slit. He catches some but most sprays across your legs and the front of his shirt. You glance down at him with disdain then look back at me again. "You like that you dirty little shit??" you ask him. He nods vigorously swallowing his mouthful of beer, He leans forward as the stream slows, trying to follow your cunt fountain to its source. You watch as his mouth nears your pussy, looking back at me -- daring me to speak. To intervene. I fold my arms and frown. You mouth one word slowly. "Please?" I shake my head, denying you. A moment before his mouth would have found your clit, you step back and slap him across the face with a resounding crack. He looks stunned as you pull down your skirt and snatch up your discarded panties. He swallows hard as he sees me. I recognize the look in his eyes -- behavioral psychologists called it a 'fight or flight' response. He knows we're together, and that I just caught him trying to lick your cunt. Montages of Rocky and Vin Diesel flicker through his mind as he considers the possibility that if he conquered me in front of you. You would fall swooning at his feet, tossing your clothes aside and worshiping his cock as if it were your one and only. He stands and his hands curl to fists. He's in the wrong and on some level he knows it. You've teased him past the point of reason however. He's intoxicated on a cocktail of testosterone, beer, and the courage that only ignorant youth brings. As he steps forward, he's boldened by the apparent advantage his size brings. He's an athlete, large for his size and confident sheer mass and size are on his side. You step aside as he moves past. I glance at you. Your mouth is open as if to issue a warning. It's not clear if it's for me or for him. Then you close your mouth and look at me intently, the ghost of a smile haunting your lips. Ah. So this is what you want then. A little blood sport? "What the fuck are you looking at?" the young man-mountain demands, pointing at me. I sigh wearily. "Let it go kid. Just go back to the party and forget about this." I turn away from him to you, uncrossing my arms. "Get cleaned up, Shannon." "Hey! I'm talking to you asshole!" he sneers "She's not going anywhere." I turn to him again. Waiting. The thing about fighting is that most people expect it to happen like it does in the movies -- from some third person perspective, where there are ballet like kicks and jabs and choreographed grapples. Rousing theme music and breaking glass. Dozens of fisticuff salvos shrugged off before a critical blow is struck. Real fights are quick and blurry. Like looking through a telescope while running over uneven ground. Sound fades away, almost as if you're moving through a vacuum and all that exists is that what's in front of you and that hazy tunnel. Some soldiers call it "fog of war" -- where you only see what's about to get you. In this case, it wasn't a war. It was just some stupid frat boy who didn't know enough to be embarrassed by getting caught with his hand in your cookie jar and substituted a blush for a poorly executed right hook. I side stepped it easily; as I did with the clumsy left he followed it with. He leaned forward as he threw each punch, like he was trying to regain his balance by shifting his weight onto mine. I knew you were watching, but I didn't see any point in showing off unnecessarily. As he swung his shoulder back preparing to throw another wooden right, I stepped forward and jabbed a short shot at his stomach. My knuckles pushed into the soft delta where ribs meet solar plexus. He gurgled and coughed wetly before his knees began to buckle. He swayed like a drunken sailor carrying an armful of firewood, wobbling back and forth wind-milling one heavy limb while the other grabbed at his stomach. The punch would have snatched the breath from someone who had been sober. However, he'd been in the sun all day and had drunk heavily over the last few hours. And the last few minutes, ironically. I pushed his left shoulder lightly forward and his body followed turning to the side a moment before he heaved a gutful of half-digested burgers and guacamole dip onto the vinyl siding. He looked back at me accusingly and even as he spit a mouthful of bile he was turning back for more. Great. Add hubris and an unhealthy level of familarity with vomiting to his list of character flaws. As he began to right himself I slid in close and hit him with a low left hook to the stomach, doubling him over again and finishing what gravity had started. He slid to his knees and collapsed to a ball on the ground. Taking a hard shot to the gut after you've just finished regurgitating your Sunday afternoon would take the fight out of almost anybody, and Bobby the football player was no exception. Or was his name Billy...? Not that it mattered. He gasped for air and dry heaved. I grabbed him under the arm and tugged him to his feet, leading him over to the nearby steps. "Get him some water" I called out. You fished one from the cooler and removed the cap before handing it to me. I pressed it into his hand, wrapping his limp fingers around it. I patted him on the shoulder "Drink this, kid." He looked up at me, confused and bleary eyed as he coughed and sputtered. "It'll be alright... You just haven't had to take too many punches before, huh? Just shake it off. It'll pass soon enough. Next time don't be such a dumbass." He took a long gulp of water and hung his head low, unmoving. I turned back to you. You had your panties crumpled into a ball in your fist, the other hand tugging at the hem of your skirt nervously. You turned your head low and looked away trying to hide your smile. "Get your ass inside Shannon.. and for fuck's sake get cleaned up." You skip up the stairs and disappear into the house as I pat again the kid on his heavily muscled shoulder. "It's alright. Just head back to the party when you feel better." He nods slowly as I climb the steps into the house. The kitchen is in chaos. Erica's lived here for almost six months, but she hasn't really had a chance ot unpack. There are boxes everywhere. I spot a carton marked "Grilling Tools" and open it. Rummaging inside, I pull out a heavy dun colored apron with a selction of cooking implements -- a meat tenderizer, a pair of tongs with spring clips and a heavy wooden handled stainless steel spatula. I withdraw the last and swat my hand to test its heft. Satisfied, I grab the bundle before following the sounds of running water upstairs. The bedroom has a bare mattress laid on the floor and little else. Your clothes are in a heap on the bathroom floor. I toss the grill spatula and the full apron onto the mattress and walk into the bathroom. There is no curtain nor bath supplies so you simply pirouette under the water letting it flow over you, as you turn slowly. You're clearing up the scene of the crime, washing the evidence from your skin. You turn to me as I lean against the counter watching. You place one foot in the soap holder and hunch your hips forward so the water can spray directly on your pussy, where the last vestiges of foam cling to your trimmed bush. You slide two fingers from each hand inside yourself and tug, allowing the spray to cleanse the entrance to your cunt. You writhe, riding the water stream for a long minute until I clear my throat. You shrug apologetically before turning the water off. I walk back into the bedroom as you step out of the shower. As you use your hands to wipe the water from your frame, you watch me crook my finger, gesturing for you to come out. Your eyes immediately go to the spatula on the bed as you watch me take off my watch and roll up my sleeves. You know what's coming. Your words flow quickly, faux apology flowing forth in a long stream "I didn't let him touch me. I slapped him when he tried. If you hadn't come around the corner I still wouldn't have let him touch me. There's no need t-" Ignoring your words I gab your wet hair and drag you to the bed before throwing you down. Your arms reach out to soften your fall as you landheavily. You turn your head to speak. "J, honestly... what th-" "I don't want to hear it. You didn't ask permission!" I interrupt, grabbing your wrist to turn you roughly to face me. You turn your head so that your wet hair masks you. You don't want me to see the smile on your face. You're caught. On some level you hoped all along that I would catch you. All day you've been flirting -- waiting until I'm almost out of earshot -- almost -- before making flirtatious comments. "Oh you're so big and strong." I whisper mockingly, repeating your earlier comments as my fingers grab hold of your stiff nipples and pinch them hard enough to make you wince. "Don't you have a girlfriend?" I tug on your nipples, pulling them until the skin is taught then releasing them. The pain fades for a second before it returns sharper as my palm slaps your breast roughly -- first the right, then the left. "I bet all the girls love what you've got." Smack Smack Each stroke makes your cunt throb. You can feel the heat rising from inside your core. It's enough to make you melt, but you know I'm capable of much more. You raise your head and shake the wet strands of your hair from your face. "I wonder if he's free on Friday?" you taunt me, knowing that I have to go out of town for business this weekend. I growl and wrap my hand around your soft throat, grabbing the back of your knee with the other. I lift your legs until they are straight up, your back flat on the rough mattress. I squeeze your throat slightly, restricting your airflow. You look up at me defiantly. "Hold your legs up." You shake your head. I tighten my grip, and slap your tits hard. You kick your knees at me and writhe back and forth. But you don't make any attempt to grab my hand. Rather your fingers claw at the bed, and squeeze the sides of your ass. You're fighting not to give in. I slap your tits twice more before you finally wrap your forearms around the back of your thighs. My grip relaxes as you gasp for breath. I grab the spatula and hold it in front of your face. Your breath causes the shiny stainless steel to fog and clear. Fog and clear. "Lick it, Shannon." Your dainty pink tongue darts forth as you give the flat surface a quick lick. I raise the spatula high and pause dramatically, letting you savor the moment before the stroke comes. You're not disappointed when it does. SMACK The hard steel strikes the soft flesh just below the cheeks of your ass -- the flat center slamming against your mound as it peeks from between your globes. You whimper. "One" you count aloud. I return the spatula to your lips and look at you expectantly. Your tongue licks the metal again as you prepare it for it's next stroke. SMACK "...two" Lick. SMACK "...three" Lick. SMACK Lick. "...four" SMACK Lick. "...five" Lick. The fifth time your tongue touches the metal, its slick but not from your saliva. You can taste yourself -- your juices on the metal. Sweet with a slight metallic tang -- as if your cunt flesh is marinating -- being tenderized by my strokes. "...fuck... Six." Lick. "...Seven" Lick. "How old are you today, Shannon?" I say mockingly. "..thirty...three" you pant. "Then we only have twenty-six more to go. Happy fucking birthday." As the spatula comes down you think... This sure beats blowing out the candles... The Birthday Party She did this every year, so the call came as no surprise. In fact, I had been expecting it for the last few days. The only surprise was that it took so long. I was sitting with my wife having our coffee after dinner when the phone rang. As I got up to answer, my wife gave me a knowing glance but did not say a word. It was as if we both knew instinctively. "Hello." I started into the phone, "Oh, hi Mom. Yeah, I'd been expecting your call." I talked to my mother over the phone for several minutes while my wife Sandra sat quietly at the table staring down and clutching her coffee cup. "Yes Mom," I said into the phone, "Sandra and I will both be there this weekend. Yes, I know it's Dad's eightieth birthday." I said my goodbyes to my mother and hung the phone back up on the wall. Quietly, I rejoined my wife back at the table. We both sat in silence for a few minutes as we sipped our coffee. "She wants you to make one of your pistachio cakes, she says it's Dad's favorite." My wife let out an audible sigh. "Just do it," I added, "It's only once a year." When the weekend arrived my wife and I got in the car and started the forty-five minute drive. Sandra looked good in her pretty blue dress as she sat silently in the passenger seat with the plastic cake container on her lap. We were both a bit apprehensive about these yearly birthday parties my mom threw for my dad. We should be used to them by now, yet you never knew quite what to expect. When we got to the house, we parked the car and walked up to the door. I rang the doorbell as we both stood motionless outside. "Coming." I could hear my mother shout from inside. I could also hear her dog Sammy barking on the other side of the door. I knew my mom would take a while to reach the door, as she had been using a cane these last few years. After what seemed like a long eternity, my mother answered. She was dressed in a floral print dress of pastel shades suitable for any party. Her dog Sammy was jumping at her feet barking. "Oh you brought the cake," my mother said with a big smile, "your dad will be so happy." She led us in to the simply decorated living room and I noticed the same 'Happy Birthday' candelabra on the mantle that had been brought out every year at this time and placed carefully next to the framed portrait of my parents. There were also fresh cut flowers in a clear glass vase on the coffee table in the center of the room. My mother instructed us to put the cake in the kitchen and as I walked through the house the distinct smell of my mother's beef stew wafted through the air. I knew it was my father's favorite. We all sat in the living room making small talk for a while until my mom announced it was time to eat. Sandra and I followed her into the kitchen and helped her bring the various pots into the small dining room adjacent to the kitchen. As I entered the room, I could not help but notice the four place settings with my mother's best china placed carefully upon the white table cloth my mother reserved for special occasions. There was a polished silver candlestick holder squarely in the middle. Four chairs were arranged carefully around the old rectangular wooden table, and after Sandra and I finished bringing out the food I helped seat my mother proudly at the table's head. Her dog Sammy made himself comfortable at her feet. I helped my wife dish out the stew, and then my mother led us all in prayer as she blessed the food. As dinner got underway, my mom reminisced non-stop about the "good old days" and how she had met my father at one of the dance socials that were popular in her small town at the time. She must have repeated about ten times how meeting my father was "the best thing that happened" in her life. When dinner was over I helped Sandra clear the table and we brought out the cake and served it. My mother again led us as we all sang "Happy Birthday." When we were done with the cake, my mother got up and went into the bedroom. I knew this part of the evening was coming as she did it every year, and it always made me uncomfortable, though I knew it was harmless. Sandra and I waited in silence as she returned with an old photo album. She sat back down and started slowly turning the tattered pages. As she stopped at every page, she would reminisce, and her reminiscing was accompanied by stories told so vividly you would have thought they were happening at that very moment. Perhaps in her mind they were. When she was done going through the photo album, my mother turned to me and asked if I would go into the living room and put on the radio. It seemed like an innocent enough request. When I returned, I was a bit taken aback by what she said next. "Your father and I want to dance," she said calmly. "But Mom," I started somewhat excitedly. My wife reached over suddenly and put her hand on mine. I thought quickly for a moment. "But Mom," I continued, "I really want this dance with you. I'm sure Dad won't mind." The music wafted in softly from the other room as I danced slowly with my mother in the small dining room. As we danced, I wondered what was going on in my mother's mind these days. She was approaching eighty herself, and her mind was not what it used to be. She seemed to remember details from the distant past so vividly, and yet the present often seemed a blur. I wondered sometimes if she even realized my father had been dead almost nine years, and yet it seemed she never once forgot his birthday. Afterwards, my wife and I cleaned up the table and put everything away including the uneaten piece of birthday cake from in front of my father's empty seat. Sandra and I did the dishes, and then joined my mother back in the living room where we made small talk the best we could for another hour or so. At the end of the night, we said our goodbyes. My mother thanked us repeatedly for coming to the party. "It means so much that you kids could come by," she started, "it gets so lonely here for us sometimes." As I kissed my mother goodnight and said goodbye, I felt tears forming in my eyes. I told her I'd call her soon, and that she should keep in touch. I realized there was nothing else I could really do for her. All I could do for her was keep in touch, and show up at my father's birthday party next year. 05-27-11. * Thanks for reading...it was a contest story that won first place on another site... The Birthday Party This took place last year on my daughter Naomi's birthday. She was turning 32. She wanted to have a little party without her kids being around. I said she could have a few friends over and have the party at my house. She managed to get her ex-boyfriend to watch her kids for the night, so she could drink and not worry about having to get home by any certain time. Naomi's friends talked to me ahead of time that they had planned on getting her a male stripper. I pitched in some additional money and told then to get two strippers. The party started out normal enough. We had the music kind of loud, played a few drinking games, smoked a couple joints, etc. I didn't have to worry about driving since I was at home already, so I was definitely partying it up. So was Naomi. Her six girlfriends were doing a pretty good job of it too, but not as much as the two of us. Around 9:00 PM there was a loud banging on the front door. We made Naomi answer it, since we all knew what was going on. Two "police officers" came in and said they had several complaints about the noise. Then they told us to turn it up and started dancing. Both men went into their stripper routine, and were down to G-strings in a couple minutes. They then started shaking their crotches in our faces, asking if we wanted more. We did! Both guys dropped their drawers and continued to dance. Neither one was hard, but they both looked like they had very large cocks. The guys started pulling us girls up one by one to dance with them. It didn't take long for one of the girls to start grabbing their cocks. With that, the guys started doing plenty of touching on their own, grabbing asses and boobs. I don't remember who was first, but one of the girls sitting on the sofa started sucking one of the guys cocks. After that, the guys started going around to everyone, putting their cocks in someone's face until they started sucking it. Both guys were now erect, and both looked to be around eight inches. When it came to my turn, of course I had to show these women how to do it right, and I slid my mouth down until he was well into my throat and my nose was against his body. Everyone started cheering. I think Naomi took that as a challenge. She grabbed a hold of the other guy and sat down next to me, and started sucking his cock. As much as she tried, she did not manage to take him as deep as I did (I'm sure I have much more practice than she does). We went at it for a few minutes, sucking these two strippers off side by side. The guy I was sucking pulled my shirt up and off, then unhooked my bra and removed it as well. Then he started sliding his hard cock between my big boobs. When my daughter saw this, she pulled here tube top down and did the same thing. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her boobs are smaller than mine, but they looked good. Her friends were laughing and teasing both of us to just fuck them already. I was the first to drop my pants, but Naomi beat me to getting naked. She pushed her guy back onto the couch. Then she started sucking his cock again. I had my guy sit down in the chair directly across from hers, turned my back to him and slid my pussy down onto his erection. I moaned loudly. Naomi looked back to see what was going on, then she followed, mounting her guys cock as well, while facing me. I noticed her pussy was completely bald, just like mine. We rode these two guys for ten minutes or so, before someone said we should switch. I slid off of my guy and walked over to my daughter. She was still riding her guy. I bent down between hers and his legs and started licking his balls. The other guy came over and pulled my daughter's head onto his cock. I wonder if she ever had two cocks in her before that. Anyway, I kept licking and even licked up my daughter's pussy a few times. It was right in front of my face, so I had to try it. Right? She came when I hit her clit, and squirt all over my face. She pretty much passed out after that. Both guys were still hard, so it was my turn. I bent over the coffee table and told them to fuck me in both ends. The guy Naomi had been fucking came around to my mouth, and I licked him clean before he slid right down my throat. The other guy slid his cock right into my pussy. Then the two guys started pounding me from both ends. It felt wonderful! After a couple minutes, I pushed the one guy out of my mouth and told them to switch ends. They did and immediately got the same rhythm going again, pounding me for all they were worth. When the guy in my mouth started to cum, I came hard! I pushed the guy in mouth back just far enough to just have the head of his cock in my mouth, and sucked and swallowed every drop he had, while still getting slammed from behind. About that time Naomi woke up. I told the guy behind me to finish in here mouth. She was still out of it, so he bent her over the arm of the sofa and started fucking her mouth. I don't know if it was her doing or not, but this time he managed to get his cock all the way in. He pumped her throat for a few minutes, then grunted and tensed up. We knew he was coming straight down her throat. She pushed back and got the rest sprayed all over her face. I told her she better clean up before it dries, and she better not waste it. To my surprise, she scooped the cum from her face right into her mouth and swallowed. "Like mother, like daughter", I shouted. The party wound down after that. My daughter fell asleep on the couch, still naked. The girls, and guys all left, and I went upstairs to bed. That's the only time I've ever done anything like that with my daughter in the room. I have no problem doing it again, since I think she could use some lessons, but she hasn't even wanted to talk about that night. The Birthday Party I go to my friend's 35th birthday party her name is Tina and I had just turned 34 I noticed her looking at me strangely a little time goes by and it time for her to blow out her candies on her cake, you can hear everyone is chatting as she makes her wish she then blows out her candies. She is looking at me in my eyes like she wants to pounce on me right there everyone is eating some cake, I sneak out to use the bathroom when I finish up I open up the door and she is standing there, she licks her lips and push me back in the bathroom and close the door behind her and locks it and she grabs my balls and dick in one hand and my shirt in the other and leans in to my ear, she tells me NOW its high time I get my wish she pulls off her panties and shoves them in my mouth. Then she push me down to the ground and takes off my paints and boxers she then starts to lick and suck on my balls and dick she looks up at me and see I am about to pull her panties out of my mouth to say something to her, but she stops me and put my hands under my but and puts her finger on my lips and says to me keep them in your mouth tell I say different. Then she licks her way back down to my dick and balls were she started back where she left off once I was good and hard she stops and tells me to turn over so I do as she say, she then starts licking and fingering my ass she leans back down to my ear and tells me I am going to fuck that tight ass of yours as she keeps fingering my ass for a few more minutes. Then she stops fingering my ass then I feel her big cock slide in my ass inch by inch once she is all the way in she pulls my head back to her and tells me NOW your ass is all main she then starts to fuck me like I have never been fucked before she then reached around with one hand and placed it over my mouth to keep her panties were they and to keep me from making to much noise as she is pounding and slamming her big dick deep into my ass sliding in and out of my ass. This went on for about 20 minutes or so and then I felt her body start to shake and then she started to cum inside my ass there was some much of her cum I felt it pouring out of my ass and dripping down my balls and my legs she gave out and fail on top of me. Once she got back her composer she turned me back over and looked in to my eyes as she grabbed my jaw and leaned down to me, and said that was the best orgasm I have ever had BUT I am not done yet, now you keep those in your mouth, she then turned around on me to 69 me she then wiped up some of her cum from my balls with her fingers. I wounder why she did that, she then started sucking my dick that's when I found out why she wiped up some cum on her fingers. As she was sucking my dick I felt her slide one of her fingers in my ass and she used her other hand to play with my balls she stopped only to tell me you're going to give it all to me my little BITCH!! Then she started to suck and finger me some more then I felt it coming I blow my load down her throat she did not stop milking me tell I was complete done cumming in her mouth and could not movie any more. She swallowed it all, once I was done she stopped got up licked her lips and smiled down at me with a evil grin on her face she then told me to open my mouth she took out her panties from my mouth and said thanks for keeping them warm for me. But before she put them back on she said now be a good little bitch and lick me clean as she shoved her cum soaked dick in my mouth so I licked and sucked her clean only to give her a second climaxes as she moaned a bit she said dam your good. She then looked down at me and said I have been wanting to do that to you since we met. I smiled up at her and said, next time don't take so long to. She smiled back at me as she licked her lips and said to me oh my dear sweet little bitch I WONT don't wear. She helps me up and to get my clothes back on and we went out for a movie and dinner after her party. After which we came back for another go at it. I was able to give her three more orgasms that night after her last orgasm we fail asleep. I woke up the next day with her dick still in my ass and her arms wrapped around me, she wakes up to and whisper to me I ready for another go before we go out I wont that ass again. So we start the day of fucking each other. we never make it out of the house the rest of the day we spend it in her bed fucking each other. Trying to see who would give out first which she won. I gave out around midnight.