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Birthday

By: jeninifer



Feeling the strong hand run up her thigh, Jennifer turns and moans. "Mmm, honey, again?"

"You don't love it?" Darin asks, grinning, as his finger runs up between her still wet lips.

Jennifer flashes that mischievous smile at Darin and climbs on top of him. His hard cock glides easily between her lips that are still soaking wet from their previous lovemaking. Darin closes his eyes and breathes in deeply taking the smell of his beautiful wife into him. 

Shifting her weight, Jennifer leans forward and lets Darin's hard cock rub against her. Leaning down, her breasts fall against his chest, her lips reach his ear. Running her tongue along his jaw line and nibbling sweetly on Darin's ear. "Fuck me, my darling" she whispers. Feeling his cock swell against her she manipulates him with more words. "Do you feel me, Darin?" Jennifer asks breathlessly. "Do you feel my love for you, Darin?" 

A slight moan escapes him and his hips begin to thrust with a little more excitement. His hands are finding every inch of her body. 

"You want to fuck me, don't you, lover."

"You want so bad to fuck me, Darin, but you have to wait."

"I'm not ready to be fucked, Darin… I haven't had your cock on my lips." she whispers as she rises up from him.

She looks down at her beautiful lover and smiles, catching the sparkle in his eyes. Slowly, her lips find his nipple. Her mouth open wide, she tastes him and slowly closes her lips around his erect nipple and then biting just a bit. Running her fingernails along his chest Jennifer sweetly kisses down Darin's belly. Moans escape her as the flesh of her lover tickles her tongue. Darin's strong hands find her hair… then her cheeks… her neck… her shoulders. He holds her as she sinks lower and lower down his body. 

He feels her just above his cock and his excitement increases. He can feel his cock swelling against her. He can feel her. Every touch familiar and loving, but new and exciting just the same. He can't speak. She feels so good. He watches her. Darin has seen Jennifer make love to his cock like this a million times, but it's always different. He wonders what she'll do. Will she be sweet and tender? Will she be rough and hungry for him? He watches her. 

Jennifer looks up at Darin and smiles. Her eyes hold his. He can't look away. Still staring into him her tongue slips out of her lips and grazes the head of his cock. He shivers and twitches. Her hands roam. He feels her everywhere. His thighs are on fire and he watches as his cock swells. He closes his eyes to savor her. The tingling in his toes, the ache in his cock, the swell of his nipples its all almost too much to handle. Too much feeling at once. With his eyes closed he thinks of her. He remembers their times together. He feels her. How he feels her.

Suddenly, he feels exciting pressure. Darin's eyes open to find Jennifer with her hand wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking him. It's almost as if he's never felt it before. Her stroke is different this time. Her grip tighter. He feels the head of his cock swell as she pulls her hand tightly upward. Her fingers slip over and suddenly the pressure is relieved to the shaft has she squeezes her hand around the head, pressing it into her palm. She kisses tenderly down the shaft until her lips find his soft balls.

"I love what you do for me, Darin.," she says between nibbles. "I love the taste of your skin, the sweetness of your flesh," she says as she continues to lick him…her hand getting tighter on his cock.

It almost hurts, he thinks to himself. Almost. Damn it feels so good all at the same time, though. All of his emotions are going crazy. He feels her. He loves her. He wants her. Darin begins to thrust his hips just a bit more making a sweet rhythm with his lover's hand. 

Jennifer notices his excitement and smiles to herself. Nothing makes her happier than this. Nothing excites her more than to see him excited. His balls begin to tighten and lift to his body. She caresses them. Jennifer removes her hand from her lover's cock and massages his balls back to looseness. 

"Darin," Jennifer moans. "You are so beautiful. Honey, your cock is so beautiful, your body is so beautiful. I want to spend my life making love to you. Worshiping you."

Without saying another word Jennifer wraps her lips around the head of Darin's cock. She sucks him like never before. She has a whole new enthusiasm for him. An entirely different hunger. She wants him. She has to have him. She takes him into her and pauses, savoring him. The heat of his cock is sweet on her tongue. The stiffness is refreshing in her mouth. Her fingers loosely linger over Darin's balls and thighs while she lets his cock slip into her mouth. 

Darin closes his eyes and groans. Then he watches her. She's beautiful. She loves him with her mouth and it's driving him crazy. The feeling is incredible…like she's touching him everywhere at once. He feels her teeth pressing him through her lips her mouth hard on him. 

Jennifer leans up quickly and presses her mouth to his. Her mouth is hot and wet. Her kiss is beautiful and sweet. Darin's hands move quickly all over her body… her face, her breasts, her ass. They can't stop kissing. Jennifer falls to the side, bringing Darin with her. They lay side by side and taste each other hungrily. Jennifer lifts a leg over Darin and lets him slip between her. His cock is hot against her lips and she is hungry to have him inside of her. 

"Darin, baby" Jennifer says between kisses, "I want you inside me."

"Make love to me, Darin, make love to me." 

Taking his thick shaft into his hand he guides it to her. He feels her just as the head passes her lips. My god, she's so wet he thinks to himself. Her sweet pussy takes him slowly and sweetly until he can't handle it. He needs more. He thrusts into her. Hard and forceful. He holds her hips as he pushes into her. His entire cock rams into her at once. He thrusts. Harder. Faster. Deeper. 

He can hear her. Her sounds drive him wild. He can hear her enjoyment. He can hear how much she loves to have him fuck her. He fucks her harder. Harder. Fucking. Harder.

"Darin." Jennifer says, her words jagged because of his thrusts. "You are such a wonderful lover." 

He continues to enter her quickly and deeply. Slowing down ever few thrusts and then getting back into it even harder until Jennifer brings her leg down from his and closes her legs. She's gripping him so tight now. Her pussy so slippery and tight.

She pulls from him and stares at him. His wet cock falls from her and rests against her. So swollen and purple. So ready to cum. Her mouth finds his and she kisses him sensitively. Then she turns around.

She turns so she can drink herself from his hard cock while he drinks from her. She closes her eyes and sweetly beings to suckle the head of her love's cock. She licks him, rubbing his cock all over her lips.

Darin spreads her thighs sweetly, bends one knee, and gently lays his head on the inside of Jennifer's thigh as he begins to enjoy her. He tastes her and slips his tongue into her. He can feel her reaction on his cock. He can feel her excitement in her hunger. He teases her clit. He tongues her hole. 

Jennifer knows Darin's ready to explode and she's ready to taste him. She's sucking him harder and harder as he tongues her sweet pussy. She grinds her hips into his face as she swallows his cock. Their hands roam each other until their fingers meet. Darin and Jennifer lace the fingers of one of their hands with the others' as they pleasure one another.

With his other hand Darin begins to tenderly massage the hole of his lover's ass. Jennifer's pussy tightens on his tongue as he penetrates her anus. The free hand of his lover digs into his own buttocks as she devours his cock. He can feel himself in her throat.

She can smell her pussy on his skin. It makes her hungrier. She can taste her pussy on his cock. It makes her hotter. 

He frantically begins to tongue her with his finger darting quickly in and out of her ass. He can feel her gripping his tongue. He loves the control she has with her pussy. She's squeezing him. Squeezing. 

Jennifer feels his cock swell in her throat she knows he's ready… she's so ready. Her own orgasm begins to come to her. She feels his cum rushing through his cock. She opens her throat and begins to swallow him. She tastes him.

He feels her rushing over his tongue. He tastes her. She's so sweet… musky. He closes his eyes and buries his face in her. Covering himself in her delicious pussy juice as he blows his own cum into her mouth.

She lets his cock become flaccid in her mouth and then slowly roll out. He closes her eyes and lays her head down, feeling him tenderly kiss her pussy lips. She smiles and turns herself back in line with her husband. 

Jennifer leans into Darin and kisses him. Their tongues dance and she tastes her pussy… wondering if he can taste his cum in her throat. 

He pulls her close and holds her tight. Her soft naked body completely touches his. Their eyelids fall and their breathing becomes one. 

"Darin?" Jennifer says. 

"Yes, honey." he responds.

"Happy Birthday."

Weird Fantasies 16: Birthday



It's my birthday, and you've organised something special for me, but you won't say what it is. You tell me to dress up and come to your place. I assume we'll have drinks, and then go out somewhere, which seems like fun.

When I get to your place, there's other people there, but people I don't know, and all of them girls. And although that's slightly odd on my birthday, that it's just you and me and them and none of our other friends, I don't really care.

We talk for a bit, and the new people all seem nice, and they're being nice to me, like talking to me specifically because it's my birthday. So that's nice too!

After a while, you look at me, and say, "So that thing I organized for you."

"Oh," I say. "Um yes?"

"Remember that thing you always wanted to try."

I'm completely blank. I think mountain climbing, or scuba diving, or I don't know what.

You realize I don't understand, and grin. "The sex thing," you say.

I'm still blank. To be honest, we probably talk about sex a little bit too much. It could be one of quite a few things I've said I always wanted to try.

You sigh, and say to everyone else in the room, "Go on."

And they all grab me. 

Someone was sitting on each side of me, on a sofa, and someone had gone behind me, too. I hadn't really noticed until now, but they grab my arms, and the one behind me holds my hair, and I sit there and look at you and say, "Oh, that one."

I'm pretty sure I might have mentioned something about all-girl gangbang orgies to you at some point. I think. Orgies where I get held down and made to join in. Something like that anyway.

And possibly whipped, too.

I suddenly remember that part. Going on to you about how much I'd like to be properly whipped, by lots of people. 

I wonder if that's where this is going to end up.

"So," you say. "Want to?"

I shrug. I pretend not be sure. 

"Oh," you say, apparently a little concerned. "We don't have to, it was just an idea to try."

I pretend to be unsure a moment longer, then say, "Yes."

"You will?"

"Yep. Of course. And after you organized everything too?"

You grin. "Hold her," you say, and slide onto the floor, between my knees.

You lick me out. You've done that before, because we sometimes do, but never quite like this. Never with people watching, and with people holding me. I think I quite like this way to do it. But then it gets better. Everyone else has a turn, too. You start, but everyone takes turns licking me out, and while someone does, everyone else holds my arms and legs and kisses me with mouths wet with me, and it's wonderful. It's sexy and wonderful and exiting.

And, well, it's getting licked out. That's pretty nice any time!

Everyone licks me, and after everyone has, you say that now it's my turn to lick. 

"Oh," I say, and pretend to look worried, but I don't really mind.

You all pull me off the couch. I try and struggle, just because, but there's not much I can do when someone's pulling my hair to make me stop. You all pull me onto the floor, and lie me down, and hold me there. Then you take turns kneeling over my face, so I can lick each one of you. 

I pretend I don't want to, and turn my face away, but I'm only pretending, and I don't know why. And you all pull my hair gently, and slap me until I lick you. 

I'm only pretending not to want to, I really do. It's nice. It's fun. Licking you all, and pretending I don't want to, as well. And you all seem to have fun too.

I lick you all. I taste you all, one after the other, wet and scented and wonderful. I taste how you are, and how you're each different. I taste your wet, and breathe in your smell. Someone comes, as she kneels on me, and gets teased by everyone else for going too soon, and she actually seems a little embarrassed she did. Someone else sneakily tips her hips, so my mouth is back behind her pussy, on her ass. I lick her ass anyway, and when she gets off me she grins, like its our secret, her knowing I did on purpose. 

It's nice. There's shoes and dresses and hems over my face. There's silky smooth skin and the scents of you all, all warm and slippery wet as you all kneel over my mouth.

After a while, after everyone has had a turn, you all pull me up off the floor. You lead me through to the garage, where there is a metal ring on a rope hanging from a beam, above a square of carpet on the concrete floor. 

It's sordid and wrong and a little scary, and I know what this is for.

"You remember the rest of what you said?" you say to me, and I nod, nervous now.

"Want to?" you say.

"No," I say.

"Want us to make you anyway?" I say.

I nod, scared. 

You tie my arms to the rope, so they're stretched up over my head. So I'm stretched out, barely on my toes.

So I can't really move much except to turn from side to side and look at you all, around me.

I stand there, nervous, and you all step up and kiss me. Then you all undress me, carefully, unzipping and sliding things off. You all undress me, and then stand around me kissing me again. Kissing me, and stroking my bare skin, and licking me gently. One of you kneels down, and licks my pussy for a while, as if she can't wait. Another kisses me for a minute, then two, kissing as you all watch.

I feel odd, completely naked when you're all dressed, but I feel excited too.

I know what's about to happen.

You all kiss me, and lick and touch me, and then you all move away.

And then you whip me.

All of you whip me. You all take turns. Until I'm sobbing and gasping and crying.

People stroke me and lick me out too, as you all whip me too. One woman, especially, kisses me carefully between each blow. Every one. 

People whip me and cane me and flog me as well. They seem to like using different thing to hit me with, and to like hitting different parts of me. Some hit my back, some my tummy, some my legs. One keeps whipping my armpits, which hurts almost unbearably, and she smiles when I shriek. I start to be able to tell who is hitting me by what each person does, and I start wanting to be hit by some of you more than others. By the ones who hit me harder. Who tear my skin and break my skin, who bruise me and make me bleed. 

You all whip me until I'm cut and bruised all over, aching all over, tingling all over. You all whip me as people kiss me, as stroke me, and touch my face, and smooth back my hair. You whip me until I'm moaning and sighing and lost. Until I hurt so much it doesn't hurt, like a second wind when I run. Until I beg for more, and can't stand more. Until I hurt inside, as well as outside, for wanting your mouths and hands again, for wanting sex, needing sex, to make everything I'm feeling complete.

You all whip me until my back and legs are scratched and bruised and cut and sore, and then you gently take me down, and take me back inside, and we all lick and kiss and stroke each other all over. We have an orgy, an actual orgy now, with everyone licking everyone, and as I lick, as I move around and slide over other people, I leave little smeary trails of blood from my back and legs.

Some of you lick those up. I lick them up. Some of you touch my back, on purpose, to make it hurt. Some of you just watch.

It's the best birthday I ever had.



Birthday



This story contains elements of futanari (girl with a penis) on male sex, and reluctance. 

I changed writing styles partway through this, so you'll see a jump from third person to first (John's) after Part 2. 

Part 1 

You know what day it is. Be ready when I get home. 

It took John three times to read the text. He couldn't seem to stop his hand from shaking, and the words danced in front of his eyes. Finally he took a deep breath, and after sitting down for five minutes his hands had stilled. He glanced up at the clock. 3 o'clock - he had almost three hours. Still, best to start now. He headed toward the bathroom. 

* * * 

John fidgeted on the couch. The second text had been waiting for him when he got out, having finished his enema and washed thoroughly. It was slightly longer than the first. 

6:15. Have a beer ready for me on the couch with the game on. No clothes or no lube - your choice. DON'T close the curtains.  

He glanced at the door anxiously. His anxiety came from the last instruction - the bay windows were wide open to the street. With the angle someone just walking by couldn't quite see him, but if anyone got closer they'd see him sitting naked on the couch. He couldn't help himself from looking every few seconds, and every time he moved he felt the plug twist inside of him. Finally he saw lights pass and turn into their driveway, and finally relaxed. Surely she'd close the curtains before... something happened. 

He heard her come in through the garage and drop her purse in the kitchen, then she walked into the living room. She hadn't taken her boots off, and each click of her heels as she walked sent a thrill up his spine. Then she paused in the doorway, and as always the sight of her took his breath away. 

She stood well over 6 foot, but he knew three inches of that were her boots. Without them, she was still four inches taller than he was. She was tanned, dark haired, and voluptuous - he knew her tits weren't natural, but he'd never cared. As always, his eyes moved down to her crotch, and he marveled again that she looked looked entirely normal, with no hint of what was hidden by her skirt. 

She calmly surveyed the room, then walked toward him. "Hey, bitch." she said calmly, eyes taking him in. John felt himself flush. "I'm glad you got my messages. Stand up. Turn around." He got up, and had barely turned when he felt her hand on his head. She forced him down, and he only had a moment to try and relax himself when he felt her hand on the plug. She pulled it out without ceremony, causing John to yelp involuntarily. He flushed a bit deeper as she sniffed it. "Good." She then shoved it back in, making him yelp again, and then she walked over and picked up the beer. She collapsed onto the couch, sprawling out, and picked up her beer. Taking a long drink, she turned her attention to the game John had on the TV, grabbing the remote and unmuting it. John glanced disinterestedly at the screen - hockey wasn't really his thing, but she seemed engrossed. 

The slap on his ass was unexpected. John yelped again - he really wished she wouldn't do that. He turned and looked at her - she was back into the game, but she spoke after he turned. "I'm watching this. You should know what to do - now get started." She leaned back, spreading her legs almost obscenely. John hesitated - god, she hadn't done anything with the windows - but she turned her head toward him. "Are you really sure you want me to tell you again? Really, really sure?" He gulped, then shook his head. "N-no. It's fine". 

He got down on the couch, sitting next to her. He didn't bother asking what she wanted - he knew well enough - and he moved his hands to her skirt, trying to remove. It was hard though - she didn't bother shifting her weight, and he struggled for almost a minute trying to pull it down. Finally she rolled her eyes, pushing him off impatiently. She stood up and stripped out of her skirt and panties in one smooth motion, then sat back down into the same position. And John was left staring at... it. 

Her cock lay against her leg. He never could get used to seeing it on her - she was half-hard, and already bigger than he was. At full mast she was slightly over 10 inches, double his size. She glanced over and saw him staring, and sighed. Her hand came out and curled around his head - he yelped for the fourth time as she pulled him roughly toward her lap. Her other hand gripped her cock, pointing it up, and he barely got out a "Wai-!" before she shoved it into his mouth and held him down. He struggled, trying to ask her to slow down, but the hand on his head was unrelenting and he could feel her starting to grow in his mouth. "I told you what to do." She panted, keeping him still as she got hard, grinding slightly into this mouth. "This is the last time I help you tonight, understand? After this, if you fuck up I'm not going easy on you. Do you understand?" He tried to nod - he'd given up struggling, it wouldn't do him any good anyway. He was working now on the only thing that would save him - relaxing his throat so he could take all of her cock. 

Finally, after what felt like an hour but must have only been a few minutes, he finally got to the base. Her cock was impossibly hard in his mouth and down his throat, filling him entirely. He had started struggling again - he couldn't help it, he needed air, but the hand on the back of his head was unyielding. He heard her voice again like it was from a distance - "There you go. Was that so hard?" She giggled at that. "I guess it is. I'm going to let you up now, but if my cock comes out of your mouth, we're going into the front yard and I'm putting it somewhere else. Nod if you understand." He tried, but found he couldn't move his neck while deep throating her. Desperately he rocked his entire head forward and back, wriggling her cock with it. Finally the pressure on the back of his head lessened and he came up, desperate and gasping for air. He was careful to keep at least her head in his mouth though - the thought of her fucking him in the front yard was beyond terrifying. Her smell seemed like it filled his entire being - most of her pre-cum had gone down his throat, but now it felt like it was everywhere, and the deep breaths he was taking only made it worse, pulling the smell and her essence into her lungs with every desperate gasp of air. 

She didn't wait for him to get his breath back, just talking over his harsh breathing. "There's 25 minutes left in the game. When the game ends, I'm going to take over. If you make me cum before that, we're doing this again in the front yard. If you don't swallow all my cum, we're doing this again in the front yard." She didn't ask him if he understood this time - she just leaned back on the couch and turned her attention back to the hockey game, leaving him on her cock. He didn't wait, but started working on her immediately. Being careful of his teeth, he swirled her head around in his mouth, alternating sucking and licking the head. He brought his hand around and carefully stroked and fondled her swollen balls, and every minute or so he took a full breath and took all of her into his mouth, sucking and holding it until he needed to breath again. Thankfully he was very familiar with her cock, and could feel the signs - once he knew she was close, he backed off and let her cool down. 

He could hear something exciting happening on the TV - apparently it was a good game - but he didn't have any attention to spare. He put all his focus into her - the way her cock twitched when he ran his tongue across her head, the way her hand petted the back of his neck, her breathing, even how she took a drink - everything helped tell him how close she was, and he worked her with loving attention. He only knew the game ended when he felt both of her hands take control of his head. 

She was kind enough to let him take one full breath, and then she fucked his mouth. There was no other word for it - she just used him, pulling nearly out, then thrusting all the way in and grinding against him over and over, moaning with pleasure. She was merciless and rough, but he'd judged her well, and she couldn't last long. A minute later she gave a shout and thrust all the way in, gagging him, and he felt her cock pulse in this throat as she came down it. Halfway through her eruption she pulled partway out and the rest came into his mouth - he swallowed over and over as quickly as he good, trying to get all of it. Again her taste and smell seemed to fill him, becoming his entire world. 

Finally she finished, releasing him and collapsed back on the couch. He didn't stop - he carefully licked up any of her cum that had leaked out as he cleaned her cock and balls, feeling her twitch and groan as he worked on her. Only when he was sure he'd gotten it all did he pause on her softening cock and look up. 

She looked down on him, and he swallowed involuntarily at the look in her eyes. He felt her cock start to stiffen again, and she just kept looking at him and smiled. "Get me hard again. We're nowhere even close to done tonight." John just nodded and went back to work. He wouldn't have it any other way. 

Part 2 

He had been sucking her for five minutes when she pushed him off. Blinking, he sat on the couch, breathing hard and out of breath. She stood up and kicked away her skirt and panties from where they'd pooled around her feet. She grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled it over her head, then dropped it to the side. With a quick practiced movement, she was out of her bra and standing entirely nude. Ignoring John, she stretched one side and then the other, rolling her neck to get the kinks out. The knowledge of what was about to happen, and the sight of her nude - from her hair, face, and breasts, to the thick cock swinging between her legs - seemed to paralyze John, and even though he knew he was just sitting there staring, he couldn't seem to do anything else. 

Finally, she stopped and turned to him. She arced one eyebrow at him just sitting there, and he felt himself flush. "Why are you still sitting down? I can't fuck you like that. Get up, and bend over the couch." She gestured at the arm as she spoke, then stood, waiting. 

John knew it was a bad idea, but the open window in the room seemed to loom in his vision. Standing up they would be visible from anyone on the street. Even as his mouth opened, he wondered how she'd punish him. "But.. the window? Shouldn't we go to the bedroom?" As he finished, he braced himself. He wondered if she'd really follow through with some of her earlier threats, and take him in the front yard, and if he would object. 

She surprised him though. Instead of grabbing him like he expected and forcing it, she just shrugged. "You begged me for this for weeks. If you were going to chicken out at this point, I wish you would have told me before I got naked. I guess we're done then. Night." And she turned and started walking away. 

Panic filled him. He was off the couch before he could think, and he ran over and intercepted her at the door. He grabbed her arm, but the look she gave him made him drop it and swallow. "No! I... please, don't go. It's just... anyone can see...". He felt like he was floundering. To have her walk away here... it would be more than he could take. She just looked at him. "I told you what to do if you want to get fucked. Now either do it, or don't. I'm not going to sit here and listen to you whine." 

Relief flooded him, making his knees weak. "Thank... thank you." He walked rapidly over to the couch before she could change her mind, spreading his legs slightly, and then bending over so his hands rested on the arm. He got nervous when she didn't move for a few seconds, but then he heard her footsteps approaching him from behind. The window had disappeared from his thoughts - she was still going to fuck him, he hadn't ruined it. 

She walked to his side, and then he felt her hand on his head. She forced him down, shoving his arms forward. "Head down, ass up." Once his chest was resting on the couch, his arms resting on the closest cushion, she moved back and adjusted his legs. She spread them wider, arranging him to her satisfaction. Finally he felt her reach all the way back, and gave a grunt as she pulled his plug again. She stepped behind him, resting her cock between his ass cheeks. The weight of her filled him with anticipation. He wondered if she was still going to lube up - thought about asking her, and decided to keep his mouth shut this time. After a few seconds, he heard her give a grunt of amusement. "I guess you can learn." A few seconds later he felt her shifting as she lubricated herself, the cold dripping down his ass and into his crack. He concentrated on relaxing himself as much as possible. 

Finally, she pulled back and placed the head of her cock against his anus. She didn't wait, pushing forward immediately, and he groaned as she started to fill him. The head popped in, and kept going - he realized that she wasn't going to stop, and went back to trying to relax as much as possible. Finally he felt her hips nudge against his butt, and her balls brushed against his - she was fully hilted in him. He was glad that she had used lube, and that he was used to her size - there was a bit of pain, but as she stopped, hands resting on his hips, he felt it fade. 

It felt like his entire world - all sensation - was her cock in his ass, and it came as a shock when she spoke. "You know," she said, starting to pull back out, "I think I was wrong earlier. You're not a bitch." She kept pulling until just the head was in, pulling at his sphincter, then reversed and went back in slowly. "A bitch would bend over just to let me fuck him, and you did do that. But I think you're actually a slut." She emphasized the last word with a short thrust as she hilted him again, her balls slapping into his with the movement, and he gasped. "A slut would bend over just to let me fuck him too. But a slut would also come. Just from me fucking him for my pleasure." She leaned into him, putting her weight into it, and he groaned as she somehow got even deeper inside him, her balls laying large and heavy against his. He could feel her leaning over, her tits just brushing his back - he wanted to push up and feel them press into him, but stayed still in fear that she'd stop. Her mouth close, she whispered in his ear. "So... which is it going to be? Bitch, or slut?" 

And then she fucked him. 

It wasn't lovemaking. It was raw fucking - and he could tell that she meant what she said about her pleasure. She wasn't paying attention to his reactions, or angling her cock so it would work his prostrate. She stood back up, grabbed her hips, and went to town, as hard and as fast as she could so that she'd come. And he loved it. 

He could feel the weight of years of fantasies behind each thrust, each time her balls rocked against his smaller ones, and it made him hornier than he'd ever felt in his life. To actually be taken like this, to be used like he'd masturbated too... it was incredible. He realized dimly that he was pushing back trying to time with her thrusts, that out of his mouth were words he'd never said out loud before - begging her to take him, to fill him with her cum, to make him her bitch and her slut and whatever else she wanted. Things he'd thought or read, degrading, but somehow perfect to the moment. His cock felt like a steel rod as it swung back and forth between his legs from her fucking. 

He felt her breathing change and her movements alter slightly and realized that she was close. Desperate, he timed it and pushed back as hard as he could to match her coming forward. Arching his back, he managed to just barely change the angle, and felt her cock brush his prostrate. And then he exploded. The orgasm ripped through his body, muscles tightening and screaming while pleasure filled his mind. He barely kept his feet, only her hands gripping his hips tightly keeping him from falling over. Dimly, lost in the moment, he heard her shout as she came, her thick cum shooting out of her cock and filling her ass. She didn't stop fucking him as she came, but she lost all rhythm, jerking in and out as she fought through her orgasm to keep fucking him, still shooting her cum into his ass. 

Finally he felt her stop, her softening cock still in his ass, her cum dripping down his leg, her breathing sharp and ragged. She stayed that way for a few seconds catching her breath, then pulled out with a plop. He felt more of her cum flow out, and dazedly wondered if they'd ever get the stains out of the floor. 

Lost in the afterglow, he was unprepared when she ducked under him and picked him off the floor. He gave a yelp as she carefully put him into a fireman's carry, standing and starting back. Still trying to figure out what was going on, he started to ask, "Hey, what" - when she took one of her hands and slapped his ass hard. He shut up as she maneuvered them through the door, through the hall into the bedroom, and dumped him unceremoniously into the bed. Patting his ass, she told him, "Lay on your stomach and don't move. I won't be long." Groaning, he rolled fully onto his belly, spreading out. Not moving was easy - he could still feel his muscles trembling - and as he heard her padding across the floor to the bathroom, he wondered what was next. 

Part 3 

I listened to her cleaning up in the bathroom. She was humming to herself, but it took me until she was walking back to the bed to realize it was Closer. The fact that she walked back to the bed to I want to fuck you like an animal sent a jolt of arousal through my system. 

She slid into bed on top of my legs, and raked her nails up my back, making me gasp. And then she bit me low on my back - not hard, no blood, but more than I expected, and I knew it would leave a mark. She released me, her tongue caressing my abused flesh, and then she started working her way up my back, one bite at a time. 

I writhed under her attentions. It was like a massage - she would work my muscles, trace them up, but with love bites. And the whole time she inched upward I could feel her cock dragging up my legs, hard and hot and heavy, getting closer and closer to my asshole. And her breasts dragged and pressed into me, her nipples hard and sharp digging in right after her mouth moved on. I couldn't help myself from moving, and her mouth and tits, the anticipation of her cock, the feel of myself rubbing against the bed all served to turn me into a hot mess by the time she reached my upper back, her dick just barely resting in my crevice. 

I was practically humping the bed at that point, but she pulled herself tight against me, fully hot dogged now, breath hot as she whispered in my ear and held me still. "Are you ready for my cock, slut?" 

I shuddered under the feel of her words against my neck, which she'd carefully worked around up to this point, and tried desperately to wriggle my bottom to get her cock in me. But it was just out of reach with her holding me, and I realized what she wanted. "God." I panted, "Please, fuck me. I need your big cock so bad, baby, please oh please..." and I would have continued, but she gave me what I was begging for. 

She pulled back, lined up, and thrust inside in one slow motion. I moaned - half in pain, since most of the lube was gone now - but mostly in pleasure. And then she bit my neck hard, and it turned to a scream as I came. My neck had always been one of my most erogenous zones, and the sudden attack after the slow buildup, followed by her penetrating me, was too much. I jerked helplessly, pinned by her grip and her weight, and pushed my hips back into her to get as much of her cock in me as I could. My cock spurted against the sheets, and I felt light-headed from the sheer strength of my orgasm. Finally I started to come down, and she released my neck, leaving me lying and panting in my own cum. 




Birthday



She pushed herself up, hands on my back, and I groaned as her weight pushed her cock in to the very hilt, her balls resting against mine. Then, careful not to move out of me, she shifted her knees up to either side of my ass. I felt a moment of relief at her taking the weight, and then I realized she'd done it to free up her hands as she lightly ran her nails down my back, making me shudder. "Nice, slut. You came just from me putting it in." I could hear the smug smile on her face, and then she leaned her upper body back down on top of me. Her next words were another whisper, this time on the other side of my neck. "But I hope you realize," and then a nip that got her another moan from me, "that I'm nowhere near done with your tight little ass." 

And then she fucked me again. It was a slow, grinding thing, nothing like the quick pounding over the couch. She kept herself buried deep, rarely pulling out at all. Mostly she worked me with pressure - putting her weight into her cock, or taking it off, and I couldn't believe how good that last inch of cock felt sliding in and out. And the entire time, she was all over my neck and what she could reach of my back. Biting, her breath, nails or teeth. I knew tomorrow I'd be covered in hickeys, but I didn't care at all - I couldn't care, it just felt too good. She would even use her nipples, deliberately pulling up enough that she could work them up and down, her hard nubs pressing into me like tiny spots of pleasure.   

For the first five minutes, I was too spent to do much of anything, and I just laid there and let herself get off on me. But then I started to recover, and it wasn't long after that before I was back to groaning and humping back into her cock, trying to get more of it into me, to get her to really fuck me. But she was agonizingly patient, and moved with me when I tried too hard, holding me off from my orgasm. Finally, frustrated, I reached back and grabbed her hips, trying to encourage her to fuck me. A second later she had my wrists pinned to the sides, and she came down hard with her full weight, keeping me from moving. 

I whimpered, I pleaded. I begged her to fuck me. But I didn't get a response until I asked her what she wanted me to say, and that I'd do anything. She leaned down again toward me, and the movement made me stop. "Anything?" Her voice was serious - more serious than it had been all night, and I realized that she meant it. 

I swallowed. "Yes." And I pushed back against her with everything I had. I was panting with need. "Please, baby, give it to me. I need you." 

She leaned into me in response, and her voice was breathy. "Well. If you'll do anything..." and she leaned forward, right up against my much loved neck, "... then I think I want you to make me cum with your ass." I blinked, then felt relief flow through me that she wasn't demanding more. She sat back, pulling a couple of inches out to give me room to work. "But," and the steel was back in her voice, combined with a slap on my cheek, "if you come before me? Then I am going to take you out to the front yard to finish this. Now get started." 

She hadn't released my arms, and I was nearly totally pinned. But I did my best - I had to use just my legs and lower back, rocking myself forward and back on her length. It was harder than I'd expected because she'd gotten me right to the edge, and the movement threatened to send me over. But I concentrated carefully on her cock, on relaxing and tightening myself around her as I moved. Thankfully, she was pretty close to the edge too, and it didn't take long before her breath was ragged with lust, and I could feel her cock pulsing. I think she let me off easy - she wasn't really looking forward to fucking me in the front yard - and she didn't make any special effort to hold herself back, and in only a few minutes I felt her muscles spasm, and her hips shot forward, burying her length in me to the hilt as she came hard. 

It was almost enough, and I relaxed my own control and worked her spurting cock, bringing myself to orgasm a few strokes later. She collapsed on top of me and we rocked together as we both came, her deep inside me, and me on the sheets to mix with my earlier fluids. 

Finally, we both came to a stop. My muscles were trembling - from reaction or exhaustion, I couldn't say - and at some point she'd released my arms, and had hers curled around me. She rested there for a few seconds before she carefully rocked to the side, pulling me with her. I found myself on my side, her spooning me from behind, her softening cock still nestled inside of my ass. She turned my head and kissed me fiercely, and I moaned into her mouth. She finally let me up, and wrapped one leg around me before wriggling carefully into a more comfortable position, making sure not to unlock us. She didn't say anything, just relaxed, and I realized she intended to sleep like this. 

I tried to get comfortable. It was going to be a long night. 

Part 4 

Sunlight across my face woke me up. At some point during the night we'd shifted apart slightly, and I only had to move her arm slightly to free myself. She mumbled in her sleep and rolled away, and the sight of her took my breath away again. She looked amazing - utterly feminine, one arm stretched above her, her breasts rising and falling with her breath. And lower down her cock rested, limp against her thigh, utterly incongruous with the rest of her appearance yet still completely part of her. I took a moment to just sit and appreciate her, drinking in and making sure I could remember this moment. But enough was enough, I had plans this morning. I slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom. 

Cleanup only took a few minutes. I douched thoroughly and re-lubed myself, then headed back to bed with a warm wet washcloth. She was still on her back, and as I started washing her cock, gently rubbing, I could tell she was faking being asleep. But I let her pretend, even as she hardened in my hands as I gently washed the evidence of last night away. But she wasn't expecting me to jump on top of her. 

Her eyes opened wide, and her hands came hesitantly to my hips. I reached back and grabbed her cock. Her voice was unsure. "John, what-" and then it turned into a gasp as I lined things up and sank down onto her, taking about half of her cock in that first thrust. She threw her head back, mouth parted, back arched, and I could tell she was physically holding herself back from pushing deeper into me. Finally she looked at me again, but I interrupted her this time before she could talk with a finger on her lips. 

"Wait." Just one word, and then I closed my eyes and started working my way down her, trying to take every inch. I rocked up and down slowly - squeeze as I pull out, then opening and relaxing myself as I went down, letting gravity do most of the work for me. It was my usual pattern, and it took me less than a minute before I felt my ass resting on her hips, her cock fully sheathed in my ass. I took a second to luxuriate in the sensation, then I reached back and patted her knees. "Lift." 

Obligingly, she pulled her knees up, and I let myself fall forward slightly before rocking back down onto her, the position change giving me a better angle. My hands ended up on either side of her chest, just next to her breasts, and we stared into each others eyes. I lowered myself onto my elbows, and she groaned as my chest brushed her nipples. Using one arm, I pulled her head toward me slightly, and then I kissed her. I made it long and loving, pouring my arousal and desire for her into it, and she moaned back into my mouth in response. Her hands left my hips and she tightened them around my neck, and her knees lifted, shifting her cock in me and pushing me upwards so she could hold me closer. 

We made out like teenagers for a few minutes. Not fucking, but just holding each other, hands exploring, our bodies, pulling and rocking, just enjoying the feel of our bodies locked together. I could feel her start to fuck me and then stop herself, but she knew me well enough to know I had something else in mind. The kiss finally ended and I collapsed onto her. I took a minute to gather my breath, gasping for air against her neck, but she beat me too it. 

"So." Her hands were roaming over me, softly, from my butt up to my neck, even more tentative than normal. "What's this all about? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. But it's been a long time since you've jumped me first thing in the morning." 

I gave her neck one last kiss, then got my hands back under me and pushed up so we were closer to a traditional cowgirl style. The past couple of minutes had scattered my thoughts, and I started rocking slowly on her cock as I gathered them back up. I looked down at her. "Two things. Wait. Three." I moved down, quickly, and pecked her on the nose. "First. Good morning, wifey." 

She grinned up at me. "No fair. Good morning, hubbie." Her hand snaked around and I jerked slightly as it encircled my cock and she started gently massaging and pulling on me. "If you're going to kiss me when I can't kiss you, I'm going to take... alternative responses." I hurriedly leaned down, letting her kiss my nose in response, and with a pout her hand left my cock and settled back, resting on my hip and ass. Not that I minded her wanking me, really, I just wanted to talk first. We'd always enjoyed talking during sex - well, at least during the early parts. The end usually involves more grunting and moaning than actual conversation. 

I restarted my rocking. "Ok. Number two. Yesterday was fucking amazing." I looked down at her as I spoke, letting my sincerity pour into my words. "Better than I imagined. I didn't know you had it in you, honestly. You were like a totally different person." 

She smiled up at me, voice suddenly shy and unsure. "It was... you know I acted in high school, right? So I just read through the stories you marked and sent me, and I built up a persona like old Mr. Morris always told me too. I spent some time when I was alone acting out scenarios, getting in the groove. And yesterday I just brought out Mistress Rachel." 

I stopped moving on her cock and frowned down at her, and she looked worried. But I decided to let her off the hook easy and started up again, reaching out to tweak one nipple slightly to distract her. I talked over her sigh of pleasure. "I was just deciding if I should be upset that you didn't make me call you Mistress yesterday." 

She giggled. "It just... it felt incredibly weird and pretentious. I tried it out the conversations in my head, you know? And I could never keep a straight face when I imagined it. So I figured this time I'd just avoid the issue." 

My heart gave a little leap at the words this time, but I forged ahead. "Ok. The other part of this is I can see you looking at my neck. And your hands seem awfully gentle today. So what gives?" I looked into her eyes, and saw the confirmation of what I'd been expecting. Guilt. "You're thinking you hurt me, right? That you went too far?" 

Her response was soft and drawn out. "...Yes." Keeping eye contact, I sat back - balance was going to be tricky for this next part - and I grabbed her hands. Slowly I moved them to where I could feel some of the harder bites from last night, and I pressed them there firmly. 

"Grab me." Her mouth opened, I think to protest, but I repeated it even more firmly. "Grab me. Get a good grip." She hesitated still, unsure, but my eyes must have convinced her because she dug in, and I hissed in combined pleasure and pain. I added a quick, "Don't you dare let go," and then I descended on her to kiss her again, the flesh of my back still firmly in her hands. I bounced demandingly on her cock, and she responded, humping into me, and her hands roamed over my back and ass. Not hard, nothing like last night, but also not tentative, and I smiled into the kiss as we broke apart. 

"Rachel. Honey." We were only inches apart now. "It was perfect. It hurt, but it's a good hurt. Every time I sit down and feel those bites, I'm going to think of your cock in me," and I arched back to get as much penetration as possible, letting her see and feel how much I enjoyed it, "and it's going to drive me crazy. And I can't wait for the next time." I paused, realizing what I'd said, and rushed forward. "I mean - I don't want this every time. I love our regular sex too, like the pre-work quickies in the shower, or your Saturday morning cuddlefuck wakeups. I don't think I could take yesterday every day. Or if it was real," and I didn't have to fake a shudder, "it would be... a lot worse. It worked because I could trust you, because we're married, and I knew you'd never take me past what I was comfortable with. That it was just play. So I - what?" I interrupted myself, frowning down at her. 

She had a confused/thinking look on her face. "I was just trying to figure out what number we're on. You said three things, right? But you lost me around the fifth." 

I shrugged a bit, embarrassed. "I guess I was rambling. I just... honey, I know you. I don't want you feeling guilty about this. And it was great, but it was a fantasy. I don't want you to worry that I'll want to change around our sex life because of one night." 

Her hands circled up around my neck, and I'm not sure what changed, but suddenly I could feel the difference in her. Maybe something with her muscles tightening, her body locking around mine and taking control. And her voice had the steel back in it from yesterday as she whispered softly, "And what if I want to change around our sex life?" I froze - was there any way she could be serious? - but then I saw the hint of a smirk on her lips, and pushed myself back up with a scowl. Her smirk widened into a grin, and just like that the changes reverted and she was just my wife again. "Psych." 

"That," I said sharply, "was mean." But I softened it with a smile. I knew she wouldn't really want that - I'd been surprised that she'd gone as far as she had. But the thought of her dominating me every day for real gave me a little tingle deep inside which I carefully ignored. It would be good sex, for sure. Possibly better than we had now. But I didn't think I'd really be happy. 

She interrupted my chain of thought before it could get any further. "So, you said next time". She arched her eyebrows at me. "How long, exactly, were you thinking?" Her hands gripped my hips, and she shifted in the bed, getting the right angle so she start rolling her hips and get some better penetration. I like to call this phase 2 of our sex-while-talking, and knew it wouldn't be long before phase 3, which doesn't involve any talking at all. So I did my best to ignore her hot length rubbing inside of me, and silently gave thanks that she wasn't actively searching out my prostrate yet. 

But... fair is fair. Even as I talked, I brought my hands up and cupped her breasts, fingers light against her, only escalating as much as she had. I enjoyed her reaction as she arched her back to press her tits further into my hands, and incidentally working her cock further out and then back in. And I thought furiously. Finally, I hazarded a guess I thought might work. "Maybe once a month?" When she didn't respond right away, I felt myself start to panic. "Or," I added quickly, "that might be too much? Six months? Once a year?" 

She interrupted me with a light slap on my ass. "I think once a month is good. But I was thinking... how about this. We do a roleplay night once a month. Every other time you pick, and if you want Mistress Rachel can come out to play. Or we can do something else you want." 

It was subtle, but the signs were there. Her hips had sped up slightly, and I was getting more motion as I rode her. And her hands had brushed my cock at least twice. Phase 3 was imminent, and it was tempting to just surrender into it. But there was something... I forced my thoughts away from her hard length pulsing inside of me. "Every other time... so the others, you'd pick?" She nodded with a glint in her eye. Which meant... I felt my eyes narrow. "You have something in mind for next month, don't you?" 

She broke out in a grin. "Mmmhmm." I rolled a finger for her to continue. She shrugged. "Remember your Halloween costume from three years ago?" Her voice was starting to get breathy. 

I thought hard, even as it became increasingly difficult to ignore her working between my legs. "That was, umm. Wait. You can't be serious." 

Her grin widened, and she sped up. I matched her, and we fell into a rhythm, moving together, me riding her as she thrust up, our hands roving over each other, grasping and groping. But she kept up the conversation, and even though her voice was a bit shaky I could hear her attempt at a drawl. "I'm thinkin' the engineer might need the Cap'n to come down and help her with an... oil change." She ground into me, making me moan with lust. "Definitely some sort of friction problem." 

I managed to pant out, "I don't think starships need oil changes," but then conversation was lost, and we were just moving together. Fucking, making love, building toward a shared climax. My last coherent thought was, "I'm never going to be able to watch Firefly again." 

Best birthday ever.



Birthday



The cum dripped down her neck. It slid slowly from her lower lip and under her chin. It was thick and warm and it's creaminess mixed with its translucent filler. The heavy sighs had subsided. The passionate moans had faded. Her hands had fallen away from her hot clenched breasts. And yet he still straddled her body. His thighs still held her ribs in their grip. Finally their eyes met. Happy birthday dear, he said. That was one.

Throughout the day they played and teased. Whenever they happened to pass each other, in the kitchen, in the hall. When one would go into the bathroom the other would pop their head in, give a glance at any exposed flesh, and then smile before leaving again. Groping, in small amounts, only kept the fires from the morning alive. Just enough to leave one wanting. Just enough to make the receivers body relax and yet anticipate more.

Sara had stepped in to shower. The water was hot. Steam filled the room. The stream was working on her back as she bent over letting herself stretch. She didn't hear Jack come in. With her head bent down and eyes closed, she didn't see him enter the stall. He sat at the far end of the stall and took in her form. He could just see the top of her thighs as they rounded into a firm and shapely ass. He sighed. He continued up her back, how it narrowed at he waist and expanded again into her shoulders. Her neck, thin and how it was covered with baby fine hair. And her hair itself, how its auburn beauty deepened as it became wet, and how it reached the floor. A vehicle for the traveling water. 

With the smallest amount of manipulation, jack was hard. Sara stood and threw her hair behind her, sending a trail of water to echo her movement. When she opened her eyes she let out a small gasp. She just started to laugh when she noticed Jacks hard, erect, cock. She lowered her eyelids and let a small, sly grin, melt into her face. She dropped to her knees and took him into her hands. Releasing one hand, she let the other guide his cock over her cheek and lips, before slowly taking him into her mouth. Within moments he could feel himself moving down her throat. The sensation made him exhale through his nose, his head involuntarily shifted to the side as if looking for a shoulder to support it. Again and again she repeated the movement, letting him nearly fall out of her mouth only to deep throat him once more. Looking down he noticed her free hand was in between her parted legs. He pushed her head back and struggled to his feet. It's your birthday, he said, yours and hers… 

They switched places and as he got behind her, he pushed the front of her body towards the ledge. She braced herself and titled her pelvis upwards. He bent down and as he took his hands and slowly ran them up the outside of her thighs, he extended his tongue and let it encircle her outer lips. Then parted them and tasting her dew continued to widen the gap until he was well within her. 

He stood, and cock in hand explored her dampness. Her lips were now swollen, an easy target for the one eyed pirate. She sighed as her pushed himself inside her. Inch in, inch out, until he was totally buried. He nearly collapsed on top of her; she was so warm and firm. Gently at first, he let his length sink in and come out. He repeated this motion until she finally turned her head over her shoulder and yelled fuck me damnit. He grabbed the top of her thighs and began to slam it home. Ohhh she cried, being nearly lifted off her feet, Ohh yes baby, give it to me, make me happy. The more he continued to drive himself in and out of her the wetter she became. He finally bent over her back and grabbed hold of her breasts. She squealed with pure pleasure as he lifted her breasts against her chest. Within moments she was cumming. He had to let go of her right breast so that he put his arm under her belly for support. Her knees were buckling as he continued to pound away. Finally she fell to her knees and he stepped back. Please baby, she said, cum in my mouth. She took a moment to turn and face him. But she swiftly took him by one hand swallowed him in one motion once she did. She pulled him out long enough to say. I am sweet. She smiled with her eyes while her lips got busy gripping his engorged shaft. Between the talk and the sensations of her lips and throat, Jack began thrusting wildly into her mouth. He let out a deep moan and grabbed the back of her head. Knowing he was about to come she started to moan herself and that extra vibration was all it took.

Dinner out was a treat. Between their conflicting schedules and their semi-secluded lifestyle. Dinning out together was a rarity. Questions were asked about birthday present wishes and were shunned with the day being already so perfect. The chitchat continued on a sexual nature. With one getting older were there any avenues unexplored, desired. Jack kept prodding and yet Sara kept declining further comment. Finally Jack announced one last present was still to be had. He smiled, and paid the check 

He was driving down a road that Sara knew was not towards home. When she inquired all that Jack would say was that it was a part of her present and to relax. Ah anticipation. They continued to drive away from their home when finally Jack pulled into an old motel. Then had wondered out this way before. Sara had commented on this motel, with its rustic styling, and how perhaps a night here might be fun. Oh Jack, she said, you got us a room here? Yes Dear, he replied with a knowing smile. She gripped his hand tightly and then opened her door. Sara started to walk towards the front office when Jack explained that it wouldn't be needed. He pulled a key from his pocket and motioned for her to come along. There were fourteen rooms at this motel, seven on either side of the central office. They had room number seven, and there was no one in number six. He put the key in the door and pushed it open. Finding a light he turned it on. He stopped Sara from entering; he grabbed her in his arms and carried her over the threshold. He laid her on the bed and bent down to her face. I love you, he whispered. 

Sara walked around the room. Jack, she called. Jack was coming out of the bathroom and Sara was holding a small, gift-wrapped box in her hands. Yes Dear, Jack nodded, it's for you. Sara unwrapped the box and flipped open its lid. Inside laid a string of pearls. Sara's jaw had dropped. Jack, really. She said, with hesitation in her voice. Remember me, jack replied, remember this morning, and they both laughed. 

Jack had been there earlier the day before, set the present on the dresser and made sure the clerk knew to put a bottle of champagne on ice just hours before they arrived. Jack popped the cork and poured two glasses. To you my Dear, he said. For all that you are and all that you'll be. They toasted and drank deeply. Jack got a fire going in the fireplace and went out to the car to retrieve the bag he had packed earlier. When he returned Sara was lying in front of the fire. She was wearing a knee length dress, with thigh high stockings. The dress had been moved up just exposing their tops. Mmmm-moaned Jack, he set the bag down and dropped to her side. He ran a hand up her thigh, to the top of the stocking and then just inside of it. He let his hand rest on the inside of her thigh before moving higher. Sara took another sip of her drink before rolling on her back. Oh Jack, she said. Thank you so much, this is wonderful. Jack smiled and continued to move his hand up her leg. He slid a finger on either side of her lips and stopped. Mmmm. He looked at Sara and she smiled. I'm yours Jack, I know, jack replied. 

He helped her out of her dress, though left the stockings on. He set he on the edge of the bed and then headed for the overnight bag. From it he pulled a blindfold made of black polar fleece, he tied it gently around her eyes. She pushed her legs together in excitement. Next he placed cuffs on both her wrists and while laying her on her side brought them above her head and secured them to the headboard. He ran his hands over her stockinged legs, one at a time until they met at her moistened crotch. He knelt down beside the bed and explored her breasts. Picking up, first one and then the other. He felt their heaviness; he licked them in turn and even offered one up to her hungry mouth. She licked the nipple, flicking her tongue until the excitement made her head fall back. Oh jack, what are you doing, she asked…

With Sara on her back, Jack spread her legs and brought his nose down to her puss. He breathed in, out and in again. His head felt full as he lowered his lips down to meet hers. He just let them lay there and began to moan, sending a low, slow vibration into her body. Her legs involuntarily spread further apart. Jack began to run his tongue across her lips, first side-to-side then lengthwise. They easily parted for his probing tongue and with only the minimum of movement he covered the inside hairless flesh. Sara ached to move her hands to his head. She strained against the plush cuffs. In the darkness, sensation and imagination met. One moment she would call out Jacks name, the next she would let out a helpless whimper, what are you doing, why are you doing this to me. 

Their mixed fluids streamed southward, passing over her small puckered asshole before heading further toward the small of he back. Jack pushed the wetness into her tight hole, again and again. This pushed Sara's role-playing to the next level. Oh please not there, she cried. Good girls don't do this. Who are you kidding, jack played along, your no good girl and he took a moistened finger and pushed it all the way in. oh please, I can't, I never. Sara started to plead. 

Jack positioned himself behind her. Adding a small amount of lube to his cock he pressed it against her hole. Oh no yelled Sara, Please, Please don't. You know love it, said Jack; I've seen you play with it through your window. You're not so innocent when you're all alone. With one strong push Jack was inside her. Sara gasped and jack lay still for a moment. Sara pulled hard against the restraints and yet at the same time started making small rocking movements with her pelvis against the cock now fully buried in her ass. Did you like what you saw? Asked Sara, changing her tone from one of helplessness to seductiveness. Her rocking motion grew, and jack responded by withdrawing and reentering her slowly. Do you like watching me play? She asked further. Oh I do like it up the ass, she said, I am solo bad. With that jack slapped her ass and began fucking her harder. He slapped her ass again, and again until she was red. Oh, she cried and pulled against the cuffs. Grab my tits, she begged, I can't reach them. Her tongue darted out of her mouth at the open air. Oh, she cried, as he slapped her again. 

Her tongue now met the warm head of another cock. For just an instant she froze. Jack placed one hand on the back of her neck and grabbed her breast with the other. The new cock glided across her lips and pulled away. Sara opened her mouth and sighed. She licked her lips as it brushed them again. Her hungry tongue reach out in the open air, searching. A third hand now touched her body. It slowly caressed her face and came to rest under her chin. The foreign member now played with her tongue, her lips and began entering her mouth. Jack released his hold on her neck and slid it under her body, grabbing her hip. He let his other hand move between her legs and lightly flicked it over her now swollen clit. The stranger's hand replaced jacks at her breasts. As his cock began to move further and further into her mouth. He felt the weight and heat of her chest, with light squeezes he began to match the rhythm of his cock gliding in and out of Sara's mouth.

Sara sucked harder on the new cock, while increasing the pace and depth of the movements of her ass against Jack. In the darkness, sensations grew, smell, taste, touch. She pulled heavily against her restraints. Her body jerked and spasmed. Her pussy was now sopping and the aroma filled the air. All at once she felt the cock in her mouth stiffen. She tried to hold it harder with lips, but it was pulled from her mouth and almost immediately began to send stream upon stream of warm cum onto her face. What coated her lips she greedily sucked in with her tongue. The cock head played on her lips and she tried to pull it back in her mouth. She pressed her legs together as she too came. Her moans and tightened grip were pushing Jack closer to his own. Cum in my ass baby, was that entire jack need to hear, to push him over the edge. As he felt the pulses pushing his cum out of his cock, Sara started cumming again. 

Jack pulled out and rolled onto his back. The stranger rolled Sara onto her back, and with his cock still semi-hard, spread her legs and stuffed it into her dripping snatch. Being so wet she had no problem taking all of the somewhat larger cock. And he wasted no time bringing the pace to near climax speed. Sara felt wave after wave move through her body and with jack now taking a hard nipple in his mouth she came again. The mysterious cock now pulled out, and as Sara felt warm cum land her belly, came one last time.

The room seemed silent for a long time. Finally Sara called out, Jack, Jack... moments latter she felt her hands become free, and her eyes took in the dim light of the dying fire. Sara rolled and looked around. Seeing no one else she looked up at Jack and smiled. Happy birthday dear, was all he said.



Birthday



On the night of her twentieth birthday, I had given My slave jenni the choice of where to go for dinner, and she chose a popular seafood restaurant along the wharf. Fortunately, I had called ahead to reserve a table by a window overlooking the bay, and W/we enjoyed a fantastic dinner watching the sun slowly set and the moon take control of the sky. 

"How does it feel to be two decades old now?" I asked with a smile as W/we awaited the waiter's return with the check. "Do you feel any different than you did yesterday?" 

"Two decades, indeed, Sir!" she replied in mock disdain. "And it doesn't feel any different. At least, not yet, Sir." 

I took another long sip of coffee. "Just wait until you hit twenty-five," I noted. "Sometimes, I feel so old that I think My bones would snap in half if I moved too quickly!" 

That caused one of jenni's laughs to momentarily block out the din of the crowd. "Yes, Master, but remember: You ARE old!!!" 

"Oh?" 

"At least i have not been alive for a quarter-century yet!" 

"Touché. But at least I can rent a car anywhere without having extra fees piled on due to My age!" 

W/we shared a soft laugh T/together, and were still smiling when the waiter returned. "Did I overhear that this is your birthday, miss?" he asked quietly. Amazingly, jenni instantly reverted to her "shy, innocent schoolgirl" routine and simply nodded, leaning back in her chair as if it would somehow hide her from this stranger. 

"Happy birthday to you, jenni." With that, the waiter left, leaving jenni's mouth handing open in surprise. 

"He is an acquaintance of an acquaintance," I replied to jenni's unspoken question. "I knew he works here, but was unsure if he would be working tonight. Knowing this is your favorite restaurant, I made it known to him through Mistress Shanta that today is your birthday, and that W/we might be here." 

jenni's mouth finally closed again as a blush rose from her chest toward her light-brown bangs. she was laughing just moments ago, and now she was as silent as a mouse. I simply regarded her for a few moments, then took another sip of coffee. 



Once at home, I had jenni light the candles in the dining room while I headed to the basement dungeon to retrieve some needed supplies. When I returned upstairs, she stood at the dining room table, intently watching the flames of the three candles at the table's center. she had also opened the windows, the gentle breeze ruffling the bottom hem of her skirt just enough to catch My attention and cause My eyes to focus on the point where her long luscious legs disappeared behind the black garment. Through her thin white blouse, I could just barely discern the straps and clasp of her bra, and thought momentarily of the twin protrusions the garment was designed to support. 

Without a word, I set the bag on one end of the table and looked up into jenni's eyes. she recognized the bag as My "traveling toy box," the bag which accompanied U/us on every trip so that I could pleasure or punish her as needed... or at My whim. jenni smiled at Me, almost certainly knowing that I would not let such an important day pass without some sort of bondage play. 

From within the bag, I produced a pair of handcuffs. jenni's smile widened as I approached her. Standing behind the sweet slave, I took My time placing the cool metal on her. Once her wrists were trapped behind her back, I reached around her, released the top three buttons of her blouse, slipped the key inside the left cup of her bra, and refastened the three buttons. she now truly had no way to release herself from the handcuffs without My assistance. "Okay, little one?" I asked. 

"Okay, Sir," jenni replied. 

"Nervous?" 

"Not really, Sir. i know You won't hurt me too much unless You feel i truly deserve it." 

"Do you deserve it, slave?" I asked. 

"i don't think so, Sir. i don't believe i've done anything which might warrant a punishment. But You can of course punish me whenever and wherever and however You want, Master, even just because it pleases You that i be made to suffer pain for Your pleasure." 

"That's right, sweet one," I praised quietly as I caressed her. "But tonight is not about pain or pleasure. Tonight is about a ritual, a way to mark your passage from adolescence to 'true' adulthood." 

jenni seemed to think about this for a moment as I kissed her forehead. "Shouldn't i be collared for this, Sir?" she asked. 

"Not tonight, jenni. I wouldn't want such a fine work of leathercraft to be tarnished by what I have planned for you tonight." 

"Yes, Master." 

"I knew you would understand." I gave her hip a gentle squeeze, then left her as I returned to the bag, momentarily retrieving the heavy oak paddle with the heart-shaped cutout at its center. As soon as jenni saw it, she cringed visibly, stepping away just slightly. 

I pulled back a chair from the table and sat down. "Come," I ordered, spreading my legs. jenni knew exactly what I meant, and slowly draped herself over My left leg, allowing My right leg to trap her legs so she could not move too much. 

"Count." 

The first strike of the paddle came hard and furious, causing My slave to grunt already. "One, Master." 

I briefly caressed her rear before striking her again, the impact causing her to grunt again. "Two, Master." 

By five, she was breathing loudly and heavily. By eight, she was squirming as much as she could. By fifteen, I knew that all the blood pooling into her head was becoming a lot for her to endure, so the final strikes fell quickly without awaiting her count. By the end, she was crying softly, her face and chest quite reddened from the unusual position. 

Carefully, I lowered her to the floor then knelt with her, taking My beautiful slave into My arms to comfort her. "you took that quite well, jenni," I praised. 

"Thank You, Master!" she cried between sobs, her tears gushing forward and soaking My shoulder. 

Some time later, her tears finally dried upon either her cheeks or My shoulder, I unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it back off her shoulders, the garment catching where the handcuffs secured her wrists together. I helped jenni to stand again, slowly walked her backward until she was against a nearby wall, and suddenly launched into a vicious assault of her mouth and chest before, minutes later, stepping back just as suddenly, purposefully leaving her breathless, her chest heaving, so that she created a wonderful picture of desire personified. 

After admiring her for a few moments, I stepped forward again and reached into her bra, retrieving the key. After another kiss, I turned My obedient slave around and took My time in removing the handcuffs. "Undress," I ordered as I returned to the bag to put the handcuffs away. 

Finally nude, jenni came to Me, kneeling at My feet without needing to be commanded. I thought briefly of having her service Me since she was in this position, but decided against it. Instead, I produced four cuffs from the bag and had her stand again. With the cuffs in place, I set jenni to moving the candles elsewhere while I retrieved four short chains from the bag and attached one end of each to the specially-placed hooks in the underside of the table. 

Knowing what was coming next, the beautiful slave took her position upon the table, laying on her back and spreading her arms and legs toward the corners. I took My time securing the free end of each chain to the nearest cuff's D-ring, caressing her body as I slowly made My way around the table. When finished, I stood at the foot of the table, caressing her with My eyes as she lay there, gently tugging at the restraints, eyes closed as she drank in the freedom of confinement. 

At last, I left her on the dining room table, heading into the kitchen. Moments later, I returned with an ice cream cake Mistress Shanta had delivered for Me during the birthday dinner. Hearing My return, jenni opened her eyes and lifted her head to look down her body at Me, and smiled widely at seeing the cake in My hands. 

"Happy birthday, slave jenni," I said softly as I approached her. "I would sing, but you know just how terrible My voice is, so I won't punish you tonight." 

jenni laughed openly at that comment - partially because of the truth of My statement, partially because her singing voice is admittedly even worse than Mine. 

her laugh suddenly turned to a loud shriek of surprise and cold as the ice cream cake was overturned onto her stomach. Slowly, deliberately, purposefully, tactlessly, I smashed the cake into her body, enjoying her deafening howls and her furious struggles. 

As jenni attempted to cope with the intense cold, nearly a dozen of O/our friends - both Dominants and submissives - emerged from T/their hiding places and converged upon her. This was jenni's birthday, but now she was a gift to others: a gift of sweet chocolate melting upon a beautifully-hot body. While O/our friends feasted and that feast began to meld into orgy, I stood back and watched, content to feast My eyes upon the realization of one of jenni's fantasies. 

Sometime after midnight, after O/our friends had finally left the house, I cleaned My slave before freeing her from the leather cuffs, now stained by the ice cream cake and several ropes of semen. Slowly, she sat on the table, swinging her legs over one edge and reaching out for Me. O/our embrace was full of trust and of love, and - even before she whispered it into My ear - I could clearly feel her thanks for such an unexpected birthday gift: her own fantasy realized.



Birthday



Bill hated birthdays. It wasn’t the getting older that bothered him, but he wasn’t a big fan of surprises, and the last couple of weeks, his wife Jenny had been hinting that she had a surprise for him on his birthday.

All attempts to get more information from her just resulted in a devious little smile and quick kiss. To make matters worse, she had been totally unreceptive to sex the last week and a half. He had avoided masturbating, figuring that if nothing else, he would get to fuck her on his birthday.

As luck would have it, his birthday fell on a Friday, so he ended up having to work all day. He had tried to get Tina, his wife’s friend, to tell him something, but she pleaded ignorance, saying that she and her husband Dave had made plans to go to a play that night and didn’t think Jenny had anything big planned.

As he drove home, he racked his brain, trying to think of what it was she was planning. He braced himself for some sort of surprise party as he unlocked the door and stepped through.

But rather then a bunch of people milling about, he found the house remarkably quiet. As he started down the hallway, Jenny appeared around the corner, wearing a sexy little sundress he hadn’t seen before.

“Hi honey, how was your day?” she asked as she smiled at him.

She came up and kissed him. “Fine thanks. Where are the boys?”

“Actually, my Mom picked them up today. They are spending the weekend with them. I thought it would be nice to have some alone time.”

“Really? Wow. Are you sure they will be OK?”

She chuckled. “They will be fine.”

She took his hand and led him towards the kitchen. As he cleared the hallway, he saw a women he didn’t recognize sitting the family room chair, watching TV.

When she heard them, she stood up and walked over.

“Bill, this is Sarah. She and I were good friends in college. She left before you showed up. We have been emailing each other for the last couple of weeks and decided it would be nice if she came for a visit.”

Bill put on his best smile and shook her hand. She was about Jenny’s height, and had a similar build. Her skin was a little darker, Italian maybe, and her hair was a dark brown. Oddly enough, she was wearing the exact same dress Jenny was. He then noticed that neither of them was wearing socks or shoes. He had to admit, they both looked pretty good.

“Nice to meet you Bill. Jenny has told me all about you.” The two girls looked at each other and smiled.

This wasn’t quite turning out the way he had hoped. With the kids gone, he figured he was in for a night of wild sex. Instead, he would be entertaining a stranger. Oh well.

“Nice to meet you too Sarah. What’s with the dresses?”

They just laughed. “Quite a coincidence, huh?” Jenny said.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Bill excused himself and went upstairs to change out of his suit. When he came back down, the ladies were setting the table. He could smell roasted chicken in the over, his favorite.

They had a pleasant dinner and after cleaning up, went downstairs. Bill sat down in front of his computer and loaded up his latest game as Jenny and Sarah sat on the couch and started talking.

As usual, time slipped by pretty quickly as he played. Around 8pm, Sarah said she was heading upstairs to get a shower and go to bed. She was tired from her drive.

Jenny took her upstairs and after about 15 minutes, came back down.

“Hey hon. A shower sounds nice. Care to join me for one?”

This was sounding a little better. Thoughts of their guest exited his mind as he followed Jenny upstairs. Her legs and feet transfixed him as the dress flowed around her.

They passed the guest bath and heard the shower running. Jenny closed the door behind them, and took off her dress. No sexy underwear, but she looked good just the same.

The master shower was small, but it just served to press their bodies together as they washed. However, any attempt Bill made at getting frisky was met with kind refusal.

They toweled off and went back into the bedroom. He hadn’t noticed before, but the rocking chair had been moved to the other side of the room, facing their large bed. Jenny stood before him, still naked.

“Go over and sit in the chair,” she said. He looked at her for a moment, but decided to play along. He sat down in the chair and she came over to stand in front of him.

“Here’s the deal. I’m going to put this blindfold on you. You have to sit in the chair with the blindfold on until I tell you to take it off. Most important, you can’t get up from the chair or say anything until I say so, no matter what. If you do, then the whole things stops and we go to bed. Understand?”

Bill’s curiosity was really peaked now. “Ok. I guess you’re the boss.”

She stepped behind him and tied the blindfold around his eyes. “I’m really serious now. If you get up before I say so, you’ll regret it.”

“Ok, I got it. I’ll sit here until you say otherwise.”

“Good boy.” She patted him on the head and moved off.

He couldn’t see anything now, but he heard her moving around the room. The light switch flicked off, and he heard the lighter going. She was obviously lighting several candles.

Then some music started to play, louder then usual. He figured that since the kids were gone, they didn’t have to worry about waking them, so they could play the music as load as they wanted. Unfortunately, the stereo was placed right next to him. So he was now not only blind, but couldn’t hear very well either.

He sat there for a few minutes, trying to make out what she was doing.

Then he heard her voice. “Reach up and take off the blindfold, but DO NOT get up and don’t say a word. I really mean it.”

“Yeah, I get the point,” he responded as he removed the blindfold, anxious to see what she had in store.

What he saw before him was so totally unexpected, that he couldn’t do anything but sit and stare, unable to speak.

Still naked, Jenny was sitting on the bed, facing him. Next to her sat Sarah, also completely naked. In the candlelight, the two women looked incredible, their skin glowing. Sarah’s breasts where as big as Jenny’s and they both had their hair pulled back.


He was about to ask what was going on when he remembered her instructions and caught himself. Without saying another word, the two girls turned towards each other and began to kiss.

Bill’s cock immediately began to grow hard. He hadn’t seen another girl naked since marrying his wife. And to see her kissing a girl was strange and incredible. Several thoughts whirled through his head all at once. He was aroused, but also a little jealous. Sure, it was another girl, but Jenny was kissing another person. It didn’t take him long however to put his trust in her. She obviously had been planning this, so he decided to just go with the flow.

Jenny and Sarah continued to kiss, just the lips at first, but then they put their arms around each other and opened their mouths. From his angle, he could see their tongues darting back and forth, exploring each other. At about the same moment, both girls spread their legs slightly, exposing two beautiful pussies to him. They were both cleanly shaven, with just light covering of hair on the top.

He wished he had two sets of eyes, but instead just kept looking back and forth between their legs. Tearing his gaze away, he noticed that they had each started touching each other’s breasts, alternately squeezing and pinching the nipples.

He could tell that this was turning them both on. After a few minutes, both of their pussies began to swell, the lips slowly coming apart as blood rushed in, and he could see the first hints of wetness glistening in the candlelight.

They had quickly become oblivious to his presence; they moved themselves up onto the bed, and laid down facing each other, still kissing as their hands wandered over their bodies.

Bill watched as Jenny parted her legs and Sarah moved her hand down, brushing up against her pussy. Jenny did the same, and soon, the two girls were rubbing each other’s pussies. Bill was mesmerized, watching their fingers moving, finally sliding in and out.

They were really in sync, and after a few minutes of rubbing, Sarah whispered something Bill couldn’t make out. Jenny lay down on her back, and Sarah climbed over her, into the 69 position. She settled in on top of his wife and was soon sticking out her tongue and licking at Jenny’s pussy. From this angle, Bill couldn’t see what Jenny was doing, but judging by the intense look on Sarah’s face, he knew it must feel good.

Bill’s cock was as hard as it had ever been, and it stood out, twitching in front of him. He didn’t dare touch it, for fear of coming immediately. He wanted to enjoy this show for as long as it lasted.

Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, it didn’t last long. Both girls began to suck at each other faster, their hips bucking up and down, moans coming out as soft hums around the pussy surrounding their mouths.

And then they started to cum. Jenny started first, her body tensing and her hips left the bed in convulsions. Sarah started seconds later. They both orgasmed long and hard before settling down. Sarah rolled off Jenny and turned around to lie next to her. They kissed each other gently, and relaxed in the after glow.

By this point, Bill was about to go crazy. His cock was bursting at the seams as he sat staring at Jenny’s open legs, the juices of her orgasm wetting her pussy. Every fiber of his body wanted to launch out the chair and bury himself inside of her.

They laid there, motionless, torturing him. Then they moved apart, lying on either side of the bed.

Jenny turned towards Bill. “Why don’t you come over here and lie down.” She patted the bed between her and Sarah. “But still no talking.” This didn’t concern him much since the last thing on his mind was speaking.

Exercising as much restraint as he could, and trying not to seem too eager, he stood up and walked over the bed, crawling between them and laying over on his back.

Judging by the way they started touching him at the same time, he figured they must have discussed this earlier. Regardless, he was now reaping the benefits of his surprise in full.

Both Sarah and Jenny leaned over him, planting soft kisses on his face and neck as their hands rubbed his chest. He was thankful that they hadn’t gone straight for his cock, as he probably would have cum right then and there.

Instead, their gentle touch gave him a few minutes to relax and he did his best to let the built up sexual energy ease from his body as much as possible. He wasn’t about to ruin this incredible experience by finishing early.

Jenny leaned down and began kissing him and he felt Sarah’s mouth as it began to lick and suck at his nipple. Bill had to admit that the very thought of what was happening was incredibly erotic, never mind the wonderful sensations he was feeling. He refrained from reaching out to either of them, still unsure of exactly how to handle himself. After what he had just seen, he didn’t think Jenny would mind seeing him pawing at Sarah, but still, it felt weird.

As if she was reading his mind, Jenny reached out and took one of his hands, placing it on her breast. The soft flesh felt wonderful, and her nipple was still hard. Still kissing him, she took his other hand and placed it onto Sarah’s breast. It was at that moment that the full impact of what he was experiencing hit him. Here he was, in bed with two incredibly sexy women, one his wife, the other a girl he had never met before. He held a breast in each hand, one from each of them. The fact that Jenny had initiated the whole thing made him realize that she wanted him to enjoy himself, so he let go of his uncertainly, and began to do his best to pleasure these incredible creatures.

Their breasts fell the same to his touch. Both firm, full, round, and incredibly soft. He began to tweak the nipples, brushing his fingers across them and occasionally giving them a squeeze.

Both girls moved their faces next to his and began licking and sucking at his ears as they each placed a hand on his nipples. Having both ears treated like this was amazing! It was as if electric shocks were streaming through his entire form, leaving him breathless.

Bill was quickly growing restless, so he slid his hands down lower along their bodies, seeking out their pussies, which he knew would still be wet and open. Both girls parted their legs wide, giving him the access he wanted.

Even though they had both just orgasmed a few minutes before, the eroticism of the moment must have still been getting to them because they both moaned softly when his fingers found their clits and started to rub.

After a few minutes, they moved away from him, causing their pussies to be out of reach. He was briefly disappointed until he realized that they had positioned their faces on either side of his penis.

Bill put his arms over his head and closed his eyes as two mouths began to work over his cock. He felt Jenny slide over his head and down his shaft, sucking him into her mouth as Sarah reached out her tongue to lick his balls and fondle them in one hand.

The feeling, like everything else this night, was incredible. Two pairs of soft, wet lips covering his cock and balls, two hands working in unison. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he would cum, and he wasn’t about to let it end this way.

Without saying a word, he reached down and stopped their movements, looking each one of them in the eyes. They understood what he wanted. He hopped off the bed to give them enough room to lie down next to each other. He watched as their legs came open, the middle legs crossing over each other. Both girls just looked at him and smiled.

Smiling himself, he crawled back onto the bed, between the milky white legs of his wife. He positioned himself over her and slid into her still wet and swollen pussy. As he fucked her, he sat up on his butt, freeing his hands. With one he reached down and began to rub Jenny’s hard clit, causing her to moan and close her eyes. With his other hand he reached over and started rubbing Sarah’s pussy causing a similar reaction.

He felt a rush of power as he looked down and saw these two women before him. Knowing he was pleasuring both of them at the same was a great feeling. He paced himself so that he could fuck until he was ready to cum. After few minutes, Jenny started to work up to her second orgasm, finally bursting loose with a shudder. Bill relished the feeling of her pussy flexing around his cock, and smiled as he watched her face contort with pleasure.

He slowed his strokes and then stopped, still gently stroking Sarah’s clit, keeping her ready. Then he lifted himself off of Jenny, and climbed over between Sarah’s legs. Just as he had done with Jenny, he held himself over her and slid into her pussy, pushing in as deep as he could go and then resting there for a minute.

Jenny sat up and leaned over to him, kissing and licking his ear, urging him on. He began to fuck Sarah with long strokes at first, before sitting back to give her the same treatment he had given his wife. Sarah was already close to cumming and after only a minute of having his cock thrusting in and out of her, along with his thumb rubbing hard against her clit, she came, shuddering and flexing much like Jenny had.

He stopped, giving her a chance to rest, and then began fucking her again in earnest. Sarah put her arms over her head and spread her legs wide, causing his cock to slide in as deep as he could get it. He started to feel his body taking over, the animal part of his nature pushing him on, longing for the orgasm he needed so desperately.

He turned his head and began kissing Jenny, their tongues darting back and forth in a fit of passion. He quickly pulled out of Sarah, grabbed Jenny by the shoulders and pushed her down onto her back. He rammed his cock into her and fucked as fast as he could, forcing his orgasm to the surface.

Jenny wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deep as he started to cum. Bill’s entire body became stiff, and legs started to push forward, trying to get his cock in even deeper. He could feel the cum pouring out of him into her pussy. It was an intense and long orgasm, and when he finished, he could do nothing more then collapse, rolling off of Jenny onto the bed.

He was so worn out, that after a few minutes, he simply passed out into a deep sleep for the rest of night.

When he awoke the next morning, the clock read 10:30am. He had slept for almost 12 hours. He was a little sore, having really pushed himself last night.

He took a quick shower and was greeted by Jenny and Sarah downstairs. They talked and laughed about the night before. They all felt great.

Bill didn’t quite know what to expect, but with a another day and half in front them, he knew some more adventures were on the way.



Birthday



HAPPY BIRTHDAY 

"Surprise" 

This was the greeting Rob got as he walked in the door of his home and was met with a kiss from his wife June, of four years. 

As he returned her kiss he noticed that the front room was occupied by a group of their friends. Drinks in their hands and all were wearing party hats. 

His lovely lady had arranged a gathering for him to celebrate his birthday. She was always doing things like this for him. They had a wonderful life together and were still very much in love. 

After greeting his guests, the men with hand shakes and the women with kisses. A couple of the ladies gave him deep french kisses. They all went to the table for something to eat. 

June said. "Every thing is buffet tonight, help yourself to anything you want to eat and as much as you desire." 

Rob whispered in her ear. "what I want to eat isn't on the table, I want to eat your pussy." "Later hon." She whispered back. "You will get all the pussy you can handle and then some, this is your night and all your many desires will be fulfilled. 

He looked at her with a question in his eye but got back only a wink and a big smile. 

After eating their fill and devouring a large cake Rob opened his gifts. Then putting some music on the stereo and tuning down the lights they danced. Rob got a chance to dance with all the ladies, two of them held him tight, rubbing their boobs and pussy against him causing him to get an instant hard on. 

Dancing with June next she noticed it and asked. "Which one of the women caused this darling thing?" 

He told her and she laughed and said. "I don't care who caused it as long as I get it later." 

The party wound down and most left, only two other couples were left. Jan and Dick, their next door neighbors and Alice and Bill, a new couple that had just moved in on the back side of them. Their rear yards all connected but Bill had built a privacy fence around part of his, enclosing a large hot tub. 

"Lets go to my place and use the tub for a bit." Suggested Bill. 

"OK" Everyone agreed. 

"Just let us grab some suits." Said Rob. "And we'll be right with you." 

"No clothing is allowed in the hot tub." Alice told him. "We skinny dip, just wear a robe on the way over, we'll wait for you to change. 

Dick and Jan left saying. "We'll meet you there, we've been over before." 

Getting undressed in their room Rob asked June if she thought this was a good idea and if she really wanted to go? 

"Yes, we girls talked it over today, Jan and Dick have been there several times, Jan said its lots of fun to swim nude with good friends. What can it hurt, besides you always said you would like to see her naked." 

"Alright, lets go he said taking her hand . 

Walking across the yard Alice and June were talking in low tones, then laughing they ran ahead, stripped and got into the tub. 

Rob watched as Bill stripped and entered the bubbling water to join the others already there, he took off his robe shyly and hesitated until the three women stood up, exposing their lovely bare bodies to him and held their hands out inviting him in. His cock quickly rose to full stiffness. 

"Come on Rob, isn't this part of your fantasy?" Said Jan as she cupped her lovely tits, holding them out to him. "Don't you want to see my bare breasts and maybe suck on them? Come on in and I'll let you kiss them." 

Looking at June for guidance while trying to hide his hard cock, he saw her smile and nod her head. "Come on and enjoy things hon, this is your dream night, I told you earlier that all your fantasies will be fulfilled tonight. Anything and everything you've ever desired." 

As Rob entered the hot tub Jan wrapped her arms around him and hotly kissed him thrusting her lower body against his hard cock. Saying. "All us girls are going to be fucked tonight by you, which of us do you want first? Alice, June or me?" 

Feeling a hand grasp his hard prick he noticed that Alice had joined them and was playing with his cock while Jan held his balls. 

This was fantastic, but where was June? What would she do if he fucked these women? GOD he wanted to fuck either or both, June would kill him. He thought. 

Over Alice's shoulder he saw June watching them. She was standing between Bill and Dick holding a stiff cock in each hand while they both played with her tits. She laughed and said. "Get some pussy honey, I'm going to get some cock." 

"But, But, But." Was all he could say. 

"Go ahead hon, haven't we fantasized about being in an orgy? Haven't you wanted to fuck Jan and you often talked about how much you want to watch me suck another mans cock and swallow his cum? Watch this." 

Saying that, she leaned down to Bill and opened her mouth, engulfing his prick and started one of her fantastic blow jobs. 

June loved to suck cock and did Rob almost every night. This was the first different cock she sucked since she had started dating Rob. It felt and tasted good. 

Rob moved closer to her, kneeling down to see better, watching this strange cock fucking in his wife's mouth. YES! This was one of the fantasies they used to excite them both with while making love. YES! It was a lot more exciting for real than he ever thought it would be. She looked beautiful to him with her lips wrapped around a hard cock and her mouth filled with it. Sucking cock for all she was worth. 

June was getting more and more excited, she could climax sometimes from sucking on cock and she was getting close now. It helped that Dick was still playing with her tits. Her pussy quivered as she came. She could feel the pulsing of Bill's cock and knew he was about to come, she sucked harder, eager for his hot juice. She wanted cum in her mouth, wanted to taste cum, wanted to feel the slickness as cum flowed over her tongue and down her throat. 

The first spurt came, then more and more. She loved it. FAN FUN FANTASTIC! 

Looking up at Rob, she could tell by the look on his face what he wanted. 

Swallowing most of Bill's cum she turned to her husband and kissed him with her cum splattered lips, giving him her mouth, fresh from sucking another mans cock. Fulfilling another of his fantasies 

Alice and Jan pulled Rob away and led him to a low table covered with a thick pad. Laying him down they knelt on each side of him and took turns sucking his cock and kissing him. Then Jan straddled him lowering her attractive body, holding on to his hard cock, guiding it to the moist slit of her pussy. As her hot harry slot met the tip of his cock Rob arched up to greet it. Reaching for and grabbing both her heavy tits he pulled her to him sinking his cock deep into her delightful cunt. 

"Happy birthday Rob." Jan said. "I hope you like your present?" 

"There's more to cum." Alice said as she knelt over his head placing her pussy on his mouth. "Eat me, suck my pussy." 

Sticking out his tongue he discovered a bald pussy. Alice was shaved smooth as a baby. Different but nice, he liked it and licked hungrily at it. Rob loved eating pussy, his favorite pastime. 

Another dream come true. Two lovely women at one time. One to fuck and one to suck at the same time.

Happy Birthday



Birthday Anal



It was my birthday. I spent half the afternoon getting ready, not because there was that much to do, but because I find the process relaxing. Shaving my legs, my bikini line, the innermost creases of my thighs, and the delicate skin around my most special parts, moisturizing, and meticulously applying makeup, though nothing too slutty. Anyone can fuck a slut, and anyone can say 'yes', but I'm not anyone, and my lover, David, knows that.

I wore a green A-line dress that hit me just above the knee and threw a black cardigan over my shoulder in case it got chilly. I carried a shiny silver clutch and wore black heels with a peek-a-boo toe. My light brown hair was down, resting in gentle waves on my back, and I chose to forego my panties. I've made that decision only one other time, and I reaped the rewards three different times that night, the first two times in the span of less than an hour.

Outside, I hailed a taxi, and made my way Dowtown. I'd tell you about our cocktails, about our wine, about our delicious food, but you don't care about that. You care about the fact that I'm 6'-1", that I have light brown hair, green eyes, and amazing shoulders strung between crossbow collarbones, and rounding off at the ends of those collarbones are distinguished shoulders, smooth and freckled from a youth spent almost entirely poolside. I've got C cup breasts stacked atop a thick waist, perched atop broad hips which narrow dually in to skull-crushing thighs, which are tautly strung to my sinuous calves.

And there I was, tight, tuned, and curvy as an upright bass dying to be strummed and plucked.

Dinner came and went, and I was left with the most stunning buzz, the kind where you've had the perfect amount to drink, where you know what you've had and how much, and you know that's not going to morph or intensify, that you're balanced perfectly in the swell of a wave that you can ride for what feels like forever. You know all you really want is to be penetrated, but you're sober enough to enjoy it prolongedly, to relish it, to get fucked and to fuck back, and to make sure both of you come, hard and shaking, leaving you awkwardly splayed and panting into a moistening spot on your linens.

It began. I slid into the driver's seat of his German car, and started it. Before placing my heeled foot against the pedal, I gently hitched up my dress, exposing my thighs, then my thick but trimmed pubic hairs, and gently let my knees fall to the sides, and as I pulled away from the curb, his left hand started. First with a preliminary rub, the one that says, 'How did I get so fucking lucky?', then finding its way deeper, using my protruding labia as a guide, following the heat and moisture down to the warm, wet triangle formed by my hymen, my perineum, and the seat. His fingers gradually spread me apart and felt their way up over the opening of my vagina, over the tiny scallop of my urethra, and up to my clitoris, which was beginning to swell eagerly, poking out from beneath its hood, willing itself to be teased. Or sucked. Or stroked. Or, or, or...

Things only became more erotic as I pulled on to Lakeshore. Lake Michigan was to our right, the sparkling city to our left, my foot was on the accelerator, and I had two fingers between my legs beginning to stretch and explore the opening of my vagina. People could see us, could see our faces and expressions, but they couldn't see my soft, pink folds being pried apart, couldn't see the tiny beads of sweat collecting against my hairline as I was made to take these hard, unyielding fingers into the softness of my body, as they pressed further into me, pushing against the walls of me and making their way back towards my womb.

I kept my foot on the accelerator and my eyes on the road, but my mind had gone elsewhere. I wasn't entirely sure what was in store for me later, but I had a pretty good idea and whimpered at the thought. 

I don't like to speculate on what most women like because I'm not most women, but I, on the other hand, got in touch with my most base desires in my youth with a smutty magazine that belonged to my brother, which I spent long hours reading and re-reading on a tiled bathroom floor while my parents had a yard sale. I remember reading one story over and over, shocked the first time, shocked the second, and rather damp each time subsequent. I remember almost none of the intimate details save for the most important one: he took her anal cherry, and she secretly liked it. I must have read that story several dozen times, and after each, I finished and thought, 'Yes. I want to DO that. I want that done to me.'

My birthday was no exception.

Back at my apartment, I was gently pushed back against a stack of pillows, and David gently climbed up the bed, his knees pressing into the mattress on either side of me until he straddled my face. He unbuckled his belt with the pace of a man who knows what he's doing. Nothing was rushed and feverish because this wasn't a sloppy hookup, and nothing was slow and dragging the way things can sometimes be when a man is unsure of what his partner wants.

His belt was followed by the unbuttoning of his fly, then he slid the waistband down just over his hips, revealing the vee of muscle where his abdomen meets his thighs pointing to the middle of him, a subtle reminder of where I was about to go. He reached into his jeans and fished out his hardening penis, followed by his scrotum, big, swollen, and heavy with sperm. I licked my lips in anticipation, and he gently laid the soft, pink helmet of his dick against my lips. 

Meanwhile, I had my right hand working and feeling the swell of blood flooding my sensitive vulva, my middle finger tracing deliberate circles around my swelling clit, sending my Bartholin's gland in to overdrive. My mind went back and forth from the erection resting and seeping pre-cum on my lips, to anticipating what was to come later, and feeling the weighty absence of anything significant between my legs, which only made my tighten my thighs with want and expectation.

Just as the first of his salty fluid made its way into my mouth, he looked down, pressed his hips forward, and said, "Baby, be a good girl and suck on me." Sometimes I'll push my head forward and meet him half way, but sometimes I like to enjoy the feeling of being taken. This was one of those times, and laid still as the head of his penis passed between my lips, pushed across the pulsing softness of my tongue and roof of my mouth, stopping about three quarters of the way in. He pulled back and gently thrust forward again. I made no effort to suck him or form a seal, to do much of anything but let him relish fucking my mouth.

But as he grew harder, virility took over and we were both eager to have him deeper. I leaned my head forward just enough to give him access to the back of my head, and he gently pulled himself deeper into me, pushing the firm head of his penis into my throat, my lips spreading around the base of him, his pubic hairs against the slick of my lips, and his sac pressed firm against my chin. 

"That's it. That's my good girl," he whispered, and I felt myself get wetter, moved my fingers faster, and brought myself to a few near orgasms while he continued to penetrate my mouth.

I'm sure he would have loved to continue to completion and watch from above as I swallowed his semen, but it was my birthday, so as he found himself close that place, he reluctantly pulled himself from my mouth, his shiny cock bobbing in worship just above my face, and said, "Turn over. i want to look at you."

I rolled on to my stomach and could feel his weight on the bed next to me. I replaced my right hand back against my clit with no real goal in mind, other than to keep things moving along. He was behind me, naked now, and I felt him moving my dress up over the backs of my freshly shaved thighs, then up over my bare buttocks. He stared for a moment, treasuring the sight, then crawled between my legs, placed his thumbs on either side of my smooth cleft, and split me apart like a peach, revealing my soft, crinkled little pit.

He kept me spread like that, and I could feel the warmth of his breath as his face moved closer. "You're so perfect and round," he said as he gently blew a stream of air over my tight little knot. "So eager, so sensitive," he remarked and traced a circle around me, watching as I clenched and squirmed at his touch. He continued to watch for a bit the way I reacted to his various touches and tickles, the way I would speed up or slow down the movement between my legs.

Then coldness. He squeezed a small dollop of jelly on to his index finger and placed it against my anus, using his thumb and index finger to keep me pried apart. He exerted a barely perceptible pressure and I instinctively seized up a bit. "No, no," he cooed, "be my good girl; let me in." He could feel the instant I relaxed and took full advantage, pushing his finger past my muscle and into my softness. I soaked it all up and let myself be overcome by all the thrill and terror that comes with driving the wrong way down a one way street, that comes with letting someone you can't fully see put their fingers inside you to manipulate the deepest, darkest part of your body.

"Hnnnh!" A whimper came from my throat as if it had literally been pushed up and out from inside me, and I relaxed, letting myself adapt, but before I had time to get there fully, he began to slowly saw in and out of me. More noises sporadically came from my mouth between soft pants of ragged breath as David verbally coached me. "That's it baby. Just relax. Let me have you." 

And before I knew it was happening, there was a second finger, pushed all the way in, embedded deep in my bottom alongside the first, and I could feel David pulling the skin around my anus taut, to get a better view, to see me stretched around his fingers, his knuckles and tendons moving beneath his skin as he spread his fingers apart to pry me open. I heard a hard swallow between heavy breaths as he watched me relax for him and touch myself, impossibly close to an orgasm which David perceived, and used the hand that had been holding me open to take me by the forearm and say, "No no, not yet. Get on your knees for me."

He slid his fingers out of me, allowing me to get on my knees and position myself over a stack of pillows. I spread my knees apart, put my face down, and gingerly moved my hand back to my cunt, my bottom in the air, waiting. I could hear him behind me getting ready.

The head of his penis was warm and soft when he pressed it against me, almost deceptively so, and I felt a slight tightness as he began to press into me. I relaxed and rubbed my clitoris a bit faster as he pushed in past my sphincter and into my rectum. There was a moment of sharp pain that was pushed by a delicate warmth and he steadily pushed his penis into me, all the way in, to the very end of me until I felt a dull pain in my belly and let out a sigh. He stayed there for a few moments using both hands to spread me open and see my tender anus stretched around him as I squirmed a bit and struggled to accommodate him while feeling his cockhead pulse deep in my stomach.

He slowly pulled back, and I could feel every part of his dick dragging against me as he softly told me how hard it made him to watch his penis sliding out of my delicate hole. He pulled out until only his helmet was still in me, then took a deep breath and suddenly I was full again and could feel his scrotum pressed against my vagina as I touched myself.

I got about two more mercy strokes to let me adjust, and then it began. It started slowly enough, thrusting in, pulling out, thrusting in, pulling out, but then the tempo changed quickly, thrusting changed to driving, my soft, quick moans rose to animal wails, and he fucked me. Not pornographically fast, but quickly enough that he'd let his penis slip all the way out on every stroke and I didn't have enough time to close all the way before forced his way back in again.

I'd been close to coming for so long and wanted to hold out a little longer, but my body was ahead of the game.

"Oh fuck. I'm there baby. I want you to come with me. I want you to fill me with your sperm." I wailed a bit and listened to the desperate noises David made as he fucked me to my orgasm. My stomach tightened, my vagina was a pulsing, clenching mess, and groaned hard, pushing myself back to meet him, and he pulled me by the waist on to him one final time before coming deep inside me. I could feel him throbbing as his orgasm subsided, and it pushed me through to a second orgasm, less intense than the first, but quick and sharp as a bee sting.

He gracefully let me finish, then gradually pulled his softening dick from my body, lay down beside my heaving, humming chest, and we fell asleep.



Birthday Anal



Tonight was his birthday. His present was my ass's virginity. I'd prepared it for him, stretched my back entrance with my fingers and toys so as soon as he came home he could have me. 

I heard him open the door and call for me. I didn't answer, I wanted him to see me how I was. My ass high up in the air with a large plug in it. Hanging from a ribbon around the 'neck' of the plug was a card saying "Happy Birthday" on it, with a tube of lube close behind me -- I'm sure he'd get the hint.

I heard his footsteps on the stairs. The idea of him seeing me like this, giving myself to him, the thought of him using me drove me wild. My heart throbbed with each footstep, my pussy ached with anticipation as my wetness slowly trickled down the insides of my legs. He opened the door, I could feel him staring at me, I turned my head and smiled at him, "Happy birthday my love, it's all yours." 

He slowly pulled the plug out of my ass, watching my tight hole stretch around the fattest point as it exited me before quickly discarding it to one side and spreading my cheeks so he could look at my gaping ass. He began kissing my cheeks, his lips forever getting closer to my open asshole, teasing, never quite close enough, the desire for him to taste my ass was killing me. I begged him to taste my ass, "Please baby, taste my ass, and push your tongue deep inside my gaping asshole!" Thankfully he obliged, filling my ass with his tongue. 

Feeling the tip his tongue flick against the walls of my ass felt incredible, my head went light as pleasure over-took my body. I needed his cock in me; I needed to have him fill my ass. As if to grant my wish, suddenly he removed his tongue from inside me and I felt the lubed head of his cock against my asshole. What was I thinking? There was no way he was going to fit back there! But I wanted it; I wanted it more than anything else in the world. I played with myself as he pushed his cock against my back entrance, trying to relax -- but I was scared. His head was easily as wide as my wrist and the thought of taking all 8 inches of him back there seemed impossible. My ass began to open; I could feel his massive head slowly entering me. 

My ass ached, a strange pleasurable pain as I felt myself stretch around him. It felt as large as an apple, though obviously wasn't, as my ass expanded against his invading cock. And then, without warning my ass tightened around his cock as his head "popped" fully into my ass. I screamed out in pure ecstasy at the sensation and thought of having his large head in my ass. I panted, exhausted. He stared down at my cock-stuffed ass, spreading my cheeks so he could see how wide he had stretched my hole. He stayed still for a while, letting my ass get used to his size. It felt amazing to have him inside my ass. After a while, I nodded and said "Ok" signalling for him to start pushing the rest of his cock into me.

The feeling of his cock entering me was neither pleasurable nor unpleasant, but the sensation of fullness was incredible. Inch after inch the feeling grew more immense. I grunted for him to stop, he was only half way but I needed to rest, to let my ass get used to this new intrusion. He gently moved back and forth, very lightly fucking my ass. I wanted him to fuck me so hard, but I knew my ass wasn't ready so I resisted asking, letting him tease my hole with his monstrous cock.

I motioned for him to continue, he gripped my cheeks tightly as he resumed pushing his cock inside my ass. As his body pressed against me, his balls lightly tapping me as I fully took him - I came. My ass was over-taken with pleasure as orgasm unleashed throughout my body, my pussy throbbed repeatedly, dribbling my wetness down my legs and splashing his balls. I felt his cock stiffen further to the sound of my screams. He felt huge inside me, as if his cock head was pressing against my belly button. Eventually he pulled back, and began to slowly fuck my arse.

Feeling his cock slide back and forth within my ass drove me to ecstasy, it ached slightly as it stretched to accommodate his size but the feeling only added to the sensation of fullness and sheer lust of taking him there. His speed began to pick up, and his low hanging balls slapped pleasurably against my soaking cunt with each of his long strokes. He gripped my waist, and began to powerfully fuck my ass, slow but pressing himself hard against me with each thrust, letting me feel his full length within me.

As his cock pressed deep within my bowels I came repeatedly, I could feel my own wetness splashing against his balls as he fucked me. I was going light headed with pleasure, everything but my constant orgasm felt distant -- only the moment existed. "Please babe" I asked him "I want to feel you cum in my ass."

He began fucking me faster, perhaps too fast. My eyes watered slightly as he began to furiously shaft my ass. I could feel his cock growing, he was close, so close to filling me with his cum and then... I felt his first long spurt of cum shoott up inside my rectum. His cock pulsing as he unloaded inside me felt divine. I could feel each spurt of cum travelling inside me as it hit and splashed against the walls of my ass. I had the most powerful orgasm of my life as he emptied his balls into my anus, my body a slave to the complete and utter pleasure of feeling his cock pulse inside my rectum.

After a while he pulled out, spread my cheeks with his hands, and looked down at his new well-used fuck-hole. He told me to push it out, at first I hesitated, unsure of what to do, before emptying myself of his seed. I felt his cum bubble and dribble out my ass, trickling over my pussy lips before landing on the bed. Large wet splats hit the bed sheet as I pushed all the cum I could out of me. He pushed his tongue into my ass; the sensation of its heat against my thoroughly fucked asshole was painfully fantastic as his tongue flicked within my gaping hole. 

The stain on the bed afterwards showed how much I had squirted. The sheer amount of white sticky mess on the sheets looked as if I had pushed a pint of cum from my ass, but I could still feel some deep within me, slowly working it's way down long after we had finished. My ass ached with emptiness, I felt so incomplete now his cock had exited my asshole and knew I would have to take him there many times in the future.

I wished him a happy birthday, and deeply kissed his cock -- mixing the sweet taste of his cock and cum with the bitterness of my own asshole... and loved it.



Birthday at the Lake



The sun danced silently on the lake, a slight gentle breeze created coolness in the air.

K opened her trunk to get out a lawn chair and some fishing poles. She sat her chair on the beach and went back for her tackle box.

A blue and white Chevy van was slowly driving down to where K was parked. 

"Oh my god," K thought to herself as she locked her car. She was shaking terribly as he got out of the van. 

A straw cowboy hat shaded the sexiest blue eyes and orneriest grin K had ever encountered.

He moseyed down to the beach, "hey kid." 

"Howdy L," K grinned. 

"Catching anything," he asked. 

K laughed and looked out over the water. They talked, fished, and drank Rum and Cokes until the sun was set. K was dizzy and drunk.

L reached over and grabbed her hand, "you alright kid?" 

"Yea," K set her pole down, "will you dance with me?" 

L stood up and kicked his boots and K's shoes out of the way, "sure." 

K stood up wobbly and fell against L laughing.

He pulled her close, "get your feet right." K squared her feet and was fine as they swayed holding on tight to one another.

L made the first move; he leaned down and kissed K on the cheek. She grinned and looked into his eyes. They closed in towards one another and kissed slowly as if it were their first kiss.

L pulled K even closer and she sighed. They stood together kissing for several minutes. It was audibly evident that both parties were taking great satisfaction in the act. 

"Are you ready for this," L asked K. 

She nodded, "yep." They put their shoes on and carried the chairs back to their vehicles. L opened the side door on the van for K. 

She crawled in on her hands and knees and made her way to the back. L, a little toasted himself, stumbled his way through the complete darkness to find K. 

She was already stretched out on the bed by the back doors. L lay down beside K, "are you comfortable babe?"

She stretched, "yes. I'm fine."

He touched her face gently, "I know you are!" 

"Oh jeez! You!" K laughed. L leaned down and kissed K gently. She responded by putting her arms around him.

He moved to lie on top of her as they kissed feverishly. The mixture of alcohol, quiet and months of lusting after each other was creating quite the passionate escapade. 

L started to unbutton K's shirt; she reached up and tried to unbutton his shirt. 

"Snaps kid," L laughed as he single-handedly unsnapped his shirt. K laughed and ran her hands over his chest. She had no inhibitions or nervousness about L seeing her bare chest or the things he did to it. 

But, when she felt pressure on the top button of her jeans she froze. "Uh, I uh," she started to mumble.

L put his finger across her lips, "shh. You are okay. Just relax." 

K tried to sit up, "No. I don't want to." 

L held her down and fumbled in the floorboard for something. The sound of metal clanking was music to L's ears, "ah yes. Here we go." 

He caught K's flailing wrist and clanked a handcuff around it, "where is your other hand?" 

K had her hand tucked down beside the bed. L leaned down and started kissing K's neck. As an instinct, K brought her right hand up and rested in on L's shoulders. 

Fast as lightning, she was in handcuffs. L tied the chain on the cuffs to something above K's head. He went back to work unbuttoning her jeans.

K kicked and yelled for him to stop. Her shoes landed in the floorboard and her jeans soon accompanied them. 

L moved back up and put his lips against K's ear, "you can't move. You are tied down. Scream all you want because no one will hear you."

A lightning hot bolt of electricity ran through K's veins causing her hair to stand on end. L chuckled low as he moved down to her feet. 

K was trembling, "oh god." 

L leaned over K; "did you want me to do this?"

"Untie these cuffs," K said straightly. L untied the cuffs. 

K sat up, pulled L up against her, and started kissing him wildly. 

They made love for over an hour.

After the rush they were lying quietly together, every few minutes they would make eye contact and kiss deeply.



Birthday Badness



It was the day before my sister Donna's eighteenth birthday.  I was almost twenty one, so I had for days been kidding her about how she was getting to be a big girl, a grown-up, legal to drink in Smitty's pub. So when I broached the big question, "What do you want more than anything for your birthday, Sis?" the answer hit me right between the eyes.

Donna looked round quickly. There was no-one else in the room. "Do you really want to know?" I nodded. "You won't tell anyone else? Promise?" I promised.

"I want a cock," she said. 

I did a rapid double-take. "That's not exactly the kind of thing you can buy at the corner store."

"Don't fool around," she said, "I'm serious. Some of the kids my age have been fucking, and I don't even know what a cock looks like."

"You want a dildo?" I said. feeling almost embarrassed.

"No, stoopid. A real cock. I'll be eighteen tomorrow. Old enough for sex. Legally. I want to know what a cock looks like and how it works."

Now I was really embarrassed. "Are you kidding, or are you propositioning me?"

Donna took my hand. "I'm sorry Ronnie dear, but you did ask me. You must know what it feels like, you've been through this yourself. I want to have sex like everyone else, but I don't know a damn thing about it. Not practically, anyway. Only what I've read."

"You mean you want me to show you my cock?"

"More than that."

"You want me to screw you?"

"No, stoopid. Although I don't think I'd say no. I'd just love you to let me hold your cock, and play with it, and see how it grows, and---and----everything."

"Everything! You mean you want to give me an orgasm?"

"You make it sound so---technical. But yes, and if you must know I'd like to see you ejaculate."

I won't go into the rest of it, how I loosened up and understood what she wanted. And needed.  And how we finished up being able to talk about it. She needed a lover in the worst way, but the poor kid had spent all her time at a girls' boarding school. What she wanted was a demonstration from A to Z, from limp penis to full erection, and how to achieve it. I was already horny and stiffening up fast at the thought of what she wanted, so I didn't see how I could demonstrate the limp penis part. Just looking at her after this was going to get me going. We arranged that she'd have to wake me up first thing in the morning. And either she could experiment or I would show her what to do. The following morning was to be her birthday, so that was when she could have her birthday present.

I went to bed that night realizing that this could be every man's dream, initiating a girl into masturbation. Except that this was incest, or it would be if I fucked her, and the way things were developing I knew I couldn't say no if that was what she wanted.

Next morning the dream came true, and I shall never forget any detail of it. I had gone to bed naked, ready for anything. I was wakened by the awareness that something was wrong. There was something in the bed with me, wriggling about between my legs. I came suddenly awake, and remembered. That something was my sister, doing things with my cock that no sister should ever be doing. But it felt good, and I remembered that it was going to feel even better as she progressed. I pretended to be asleep, wondering how long Sis had been doing things to me and whether she had found a limp penis to start off the day.  I don't suppose she wanted it to stay that way for long. And the very fact that I was awake meant it wouldn't and couldn't stay that way. Sis was masturbating that winkie in just the right way, and I could feel my gonads waking up as fast as I was.

I wasn't quite on my back, so I rolled over a little and opened my legs wide so that Donna could get at all she wanted. I felt like a puppy rolling over to have its belly rubbed, and I was aware that lying on my back being masturbated was a sensation I had never experienced before. And I liked it. I could tell I liked it because my cock was stiffening rapidly,  and Donna gave a little cry of satisfaction. "You're awake!  And your cock's coming to life. Oh Ronnie, this is so exciting, and you're such a darling doing this for me."

"I've a feeling I'm going to be thanking you before we're finished," I told her. "Happy birthday, by the way."

"Thank you darling, this is the nicest most wonderful birthday gift. Oh look!  Your cock is getting bigger and it's beautiful. I never realized it could be such a beautiful thing. Am I doing it right?"

"At the moment pretty well anything you do is going to have the right effect," I told her. "If you just stood there looking at it and talking about it that would get an erection going. There's no hurry, but if you massage the shaft and rub the knob that's sure to get results. And I'll tell you another thing that gets results---seeing a beautiful girl's body."

"You want me to take off my jammies? Go naked?"

"You've got me balls naked honey, and you're a lot better to look at than I am."

"You mean looking at a girl's body gives you an erection?"

I laughed. , "That's what pornography's about. A man can masturbate better with a picture. Peel for me, baby."

Donna peeled quicker than her apparent reluctance made me expect. We were both getting surprises. My kid sister had a figure and a body I had never guessed at, with beautiful full perky breasts and nipples to die for. I felt my cock shoot upright .   

Donna screamed with delight. "Did I do that to you? The sight of my body? That's wonderful." 

"Try putting one of those nipples in my mouth and see what happens," I suggested. "And promise I can have them both for my birthday."

"You're terrible!" Donna giggled. But she gripped my swelling cock tightly in one hand, and lowered one of those delectable nipples into my mouth. This was developing into a great birthday party. I grabbed one of my sister's breasts in each hand, and sucked on the nipple as if my breakfast depended on it. Donna screamed again, but she pressed her whole aureole into my mouth and held my hand tightly to her other breast.  "Oh god Ronnie, you're going to make me cum if you don't stop," she gasped. "I didn't know it was like this. Am I going to make you cum?"

I reluctantly pushed those luscious tits away. "It won't be too long," I said. "But you could try masturbating me now. It's going to be messy, so you'd better get that towel I put out on the dresser," Donna let go of my prick and fetched the towel. I arranged it where I hoped it would catch most of my ejaculation when it happened---and I could feel it wasn't going to be far off.  

"Wasn't I masturbating you properly?" Donna pouted.  

"You were doing a wonderful job of getting me worked up. But now you've got to make it feel like it's inside your pussy, being squeezed by all that throbbing vagina. You've got to hold the shaft and squeeze it all the way down to stretch the part underneath where it joins the head. And you've got to squeeze that part, because that's important. And you've got to rub the head like you have already."

"Is that why my pussy is feeling all squishy and sort of opening and closing like this? Oh Ronnie, I'm sorry. I'm going to cum. I can't help it, and I'm not even touching myself. Can I make you cum now if I masturbate you? Can we cum together?"

"Yes please honey. You let yourself go, and have a lovely cumming. And when you feel like it you can pull me off and watch me ejaculate"  And my little sister started to cry out and cum like she was never going to stop, and I took hold of her breasts and played with her nipples to make it more intense for her, and wished my cock was deep inside that orgasming vagina instead of just waiting for her to finish a hand job. All the time Donna was gasping and crying. "I'm cumming I'm cumming oh god it's wonderful Ronnie please don't stop pinching my nipples." She had forgotten about my instructions, but in her delerium she had her fist tightly round my prick and she was frantically jacking me off as if she'd done it all her life. As Donna came down I reached the peak, and began erupting great jets of semen high above my belly. And Donna screamed again, this time with delight at the ejaculation she had created.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

A long time after we had come down, and cleaned up, and talked about it, and lain down together in each others' arms, and explored each others' bodies, I was aware that my gonads were surging again, and Donna's crotch was beginning to press rather urgently and wetly against my thigh. My prick could have slipped into her so easily. And I was sure she wanted it, but suddenly the old taboo hit me. Fuck my sister, and she's only eighteen? Fuck my sister at any time? Our mother would disown me. I couldn't do it. Maybe later? It was a stupid taboo anyway.  But I was older than she was, and it was my responsibility. And then Donna clinched it. "I'm sorry Ronnie, I'd love to ask you to fuck me, but I can't. Not yet anyway. Do you mind?" So that settled it and solved the problem.

But then Donna's pussy was pressing harder against my thigh, and she kissed me. "Darling, I played with your cock and gave you an orgasm. Would you do the same for me? Play with my pussy? Please?"

All my self control faded instantly.  My hand was at her crotch before she could open her legs. And as I explored the wetness of her vulva she gasped and opened her thighs and rolled on her back. And all she could say was, "Oh Ronnie , is this terribly naughty?" I couldn't answer. As far as I was concerned the very naughtiness of it made it better. So my fingers explored the soft hot mysteries of Donna's pussy while her thighs opened and closed in ecstasy. Her cunt opened for me, and I probed as far inside as I could go. Was I doing this for her, or was I enjoying it as much as she was, I wondered.  Here was my beautiful sister in bed with me, begging me to masturbate her. I hoped it was as good fur her as it was for me.

I was so far into it by now that I'd given up thinking about naughtiness or taboos or anything else but giving Donna a good time and getting the best out of it myself. "If you think this is good," I said, "try kneeling over me and sit on my face. You'll love what my tongue can do to you." She took a little persuading, and then getting her in position took a while, but once she felt her clit in my mouth the screaming really began. 

That was when there was there was an urgent rapping on the bedroom door, and our mother as calling out, "Are you alright, darling?"

And then she was in the room, and Donna's screams decreased to squeals, and our mother was apologizing for intruding, and I couldn't get donna off my face, and anyway I had no idea how I was to explain. But Mother was talking again. "Donna darling, I wanted to wish you happy birthday but you weren't in your room, and I thought I heard you screaming. But I can see you're having a lovely birthday present, much nicer than I was going to give you. Ronnie, you're a sweet boy to do this for Donna. Was it all your idea? But of course you can't answer me, can you?

Donna may have been embarrassed at being caught like this, but she didn't seem to be making any effort to disassociate her pussy from my face. And then mother was talking again. "Ronnie darling, I had no idea you were so well hung. Of course I haven't seen you without your clothes on since you were a little boy. And you're certainly not a little boy now, are you?'  And I felt her doing things to an my rigid rod that I would never have expected my mother to know how to do. And then I remembered that Dad had only been out of town for a week, and she wasn't that old. It was a disappointment when she stopped doing delicious things with my prick, and I prepared for Donna to climb off my face and the explanations to begin. . But then the bed began to heave, and Mother was evidently climbing aboard, and I couldn't think what she intended to do. 

I soon found out. A pair of legs embraced my pelvis on both sides, a gentle hand took my knob and guided it into a very wet, very open cunt, and as I felt myself penetrating deeper into a hot vagina my mother's butt settled its weight onto me.   

"You don't mind if I join you, do you darlings?" 

Donna was speechless, My mouth was part way into Donna's cunt so I wasn't about to object, even if I'd wanted to. And as my mother expertly rode my increasing tumescence my sister resumed her gyrations on my mouth, and I realized I was being fucked at each end simultaneously by the two females I loved most.

I found myself wishing my mother had produced more daughters.

    - The end -



Birthday Bang



Jessica looked at the calendar and sighed.

41 years old today. Where the fuck did the time go, she thought to herself. Divorced for just a year and a half she wondered what came next. "Certainly not me," she muttered half laughing at the comment.

She gazed out the window and thought...

"Beautiful house, beautiful yard, beautiful neighborhood, but no one to share it with."

God she needed to get laid, she was sounding more pathetic than ever.

Her gaze was broken by two young men coming around the side of the house. She smiled and waived, they waived back. Rick's friends were on break from college and were taking care of some minor repairs to the house and some yardwork. She saw them disappear inside downstairs, it was lunchtime and she figured they were coming in to wash up. Her mind started to wander and she snapped it back into place, "I am not THAT horny," she said a little too loud, then lower "not yet at least."

She started downstairs and her Mother' curiosity kicked in when she heard them talking. Half wanting to see what they were talking about and half not to interrupt she stopped and listened.

"Dude, Rick's Mom is such a 'MILF'!" she heard Gary say.

"What the fuck is a "MILF?" she thought

"What the fuck is a 'MILF'?" Sean answered, as if reading her mind.

"Mom I'd like to fuck!" The guys cracked up and by the sound of it high five'd the idea.

Jessica's jaw almost fell right off her face. A smile crept up and wouldn't stop until it spread across her whole face.

"Oh, if this is ever what I needed to hear," she thought devilishly. All of a sudden she was very aware of what she was wearing. A three quarter length silk robe, white french cut panties and a front hook white lace bra. The clothing at once felt uncomfortable and perfect. She was very confused about what her body was doing.

She turned to go back up the stairs and change, but Sean and Gary came out of the bathroom and caught her on the steps.

"Hey Mrs. J," Gary said.

"Yeah, hey," echoed Sean.

She smiled nervously. "Hi fellas." She felt like she was outside her body. They both looked at her and she saw their eyes travel down slowly during what was surely the longest silence ever. She meant to pull her robe tighter but got her fingers tangled and succeeded only in giving them a nice glance of her stark white lace bra and her D-sized breast. She quickly pulled the material back and rushed past them into the kitchen. She could see them in her mind smiling about the free show. Again her mind started to wander, this time though it didn't snap back all that fast.

Sean and Gary followed her into the kitchen, paying much more attention now. They both were smitten and had every intention of seeing how far this was gonna go. Rick was their buddy, but his Mom was a piece of ass and they had no control over their libidos.

Trying not to face them Jessica opened the refrigerator and bent over leaning into it saying, "What would you boys like to eat?" As soon as the words came out of her mouth she cringed. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" she wondered. "Why do I keep doing that?"

Sean lost it. He couldn't mistake it this time, she wanted them and he was going for it. He looked at Gary, shrugged and moved behind Jessi. She felt his strong hands glide over her ass cheeks and heard him say " I know what I want to eat, and it's not in the fridge."

Gary just stared in awe as Sean made his move. Jessica stood up and faced Sean. Her robe had opened considerably, and she had planned to say something to put him in his place, but their eyes locked and all of a sudden her tongue was tied and all she could do was lower her gaze to the bulge in his pants. As she lifted her gaze, Sean took the initiative to slide his hands under her robe and around the side of her tits, totally exposing her bra covered mounds. Her nipples had now responded accordingly pointing out like brand new pencil erasers. Sean leaned in and nuzzled his face against her neck and started kissing and licking it and sucking at her earlobe. She caved and slid her arms around him. Sean reached down and working feverishly, untied her robe and let it fall to the ground. He unhooked her bra and let her tits loose, she pulled her arms back and let the bra fall off. She put her arms back around Sean's neck and started kissing him long and deep twirling her tongue inside his mouth exploring every spot on his own tongue.

Sean buried his hands in her hair and pulled her head back roughly biting her neck and moving down to her tits. He picked her up and put her on the table. Gary was up and ready to jump in. They stood on either side of her alternating between her tits and her mouth, licking, biting and sucking.

Jessica left every inhibition behind. She reached for their cocks through their pants and started feeling them up. They both stood up and started stripping. Jess couldn't believe her eyes. Both guys had swimmer's bodies, long muscled torsos and strong legs. Her mind was blown when they stripped off their shorts displaying two huge cocks standing completely at attention.

Both Sean and Gary had the same idea and brought their cocks up to her mouth. Jess grabbed them and wasn't letting go. She switched back and forth sucking and licking each, occasionally trying to fit both in at once. Sean reached down and started fingering her underneath her panties which felt wonderful, but when Gary joined him and she now had four large fingers buried in her snatch she almost hit the roof. The first wave came without warning she just felt a huge explosion that started between her legs and traveled right up her spine. She backed wildly against their hands and they held steady, not pulling out until she finally slowed down.

Both the boys were revved up and wanted to fuck and Jess was more than willing. She rolled over and bent over the table letting Sean have first crack. She kept Gary happy with what was surely the best blow job of his life. Both Sean and Gary held on as long as they could but neither had the best staying power. Almost at the same moment both of them blew their loads. Jess felt her womb getting coated by Sean's sticky blast, while she gagged at Gary's first shot down her throat, she was able to swallow the massive load and suck him clean.

She thought they were done, but she thought wrong. She felt Sean rubbing her ass and slapping his dick against her cheeks. Gary got an evil look on his face and grabbed a handful of her hair jerking his now hardening cock in front of her face. She darted out her tongue twitching as Sean now slapped his hard cock against her wet pussy, bumping repeatedly into her swollen clit. Gary started rubbing his erection against her face. Over her eyes nose and lips, pushing his balls against her mouth and forcing them between her lips. She slathered them in saliva and stared up at him wondering what was next.

She found out.

Sean picked her up off the table and let Gary take her place on his back. Instinctively she climbed on top of Gary shoving his fat cock up her cunt and sitting down letting it fill her completely. She had wondered what Sean had in mind, but she didn't need to wonder for long. She felt the tip of his tongue sliding down between her ass cheeks stopping at her virgin asshole. Married for a total of 17 years, her ex-husband never touched her asshole. Now a 20 year old college boy was gonna break her and she went wild over the idea.

She started fucking Gary like a madwoman trying not to hurt Sean who was on his knees behind her trying to shove his tongue up her ass. Sean finally stood up and slid the head of his cock at her anal entrance. He started pushing slowly then once the head popped past the opening he gave up being gentle and started fucking her ass like an animal. She was lost, feeling her pussy grip Gary's huge cock and feeling Sean's dick buried up her ass she couldn't handle it. She started to come, but it was more than that. Her mind went ballistic.

She started bucking and screaming, begging to be fucked harder and harder. Pleading with them to hurt her, to abuse her ass and cunt until she was a cumfilled, cumsplattered mess. She wanted to taken in every position and in every hole. she told Gray to take his cock out of her pussy and force it into her ass with Sean's cock. Over the length of the afternoon she had them double fuck every hole, fill her face with cum, fuck her in every room of the house and during one rather sex crazed state, fuck her cunt with a huge zucchini while they fucked her ass and mouth. She had gone over the edge and wanted to be treated like a total whore and the boys were only happy to oblige.

By the end of the night they were all exhausted, Jessica lie across the arm of the couch covered in cum, sweat and after a particularly insane moment in the bathroom, some piss.

Gary and Sean were passed out on the floor. The house was a mess, various inanimate objects lie around after being used to abuse their friend's Mom in the most twisted way. They all agreed the following morning that something took them over and helped release some demons they were hiding, but as Jessica closed the front door after one last goodbye blowjob for each of them she thought to herself, "I wonder if any of Rick's girlfriends from school would be interested in helping me clean the house."



Birthday Bang



"Are you ready for me?"

I walked out of the bathroom wearing my birthday present from my loving lifepartner, Robert. I never knew that one blind phone call could lead to seven years of romantic bliss. 

" You look as beautiful as the day I met you," he said, "get over here so I can hold you."

I laid down on the bed and sank into his massive arms. We kissed as if it was our first time ever. 

"I love you Baby," he said as he ran his tongue down my neck.

"I love you too," I said as I stroked the soft hair on his chest.

I could feel our hearts beating as one while we kissed passionately for what seemed like hours. I soon felt his hand rub the small of my back as his tongue found my hard nipples. Our soft moaning like communication without words. I loved the feel of his touch, his mouth against mine, and the cute way his tongue felt across mine.

"Make love to me, Robert," I whispered, so hungry for his sex. "I need you."

He started kissing my neck, my shoulders, my chest. Every touch a spark shooting through my entire body. 

"Your skin is so soft," he said.

"So is yours," I said as I ran my tongue along his massive chest, teasing his nipples to full attention.

Soon, we were completely naked as we continued kissing and caressing each other. Robert stopped and sat up on the bed just staring at me.

"What's wrong, Robert?"

"Nothing, Baby, I just want to remember."

"Remember what?"

"How beautiful you are."

With that, he started with his usual tongue bath. I love when he does this. 

"Ohhhh....God...Don't stop," I said as he finally reached my dripping wet pussy.

"You taste sooooo good," he said as he licked my clit and sucked on my lips.

I was in ecstasy as he feverishly tongue-fucked my juicy twat, trying to keep myself from cumming as long as I could so I could enjoy every second of his wonderful mouth on my womanhood. He then stuck his finger into my hole and that was it. I ground my pussy into his face as my climax sent wave after wave of passion through my body. My hot juices flowed onto his waiting tongue as he attempted to catch every drop.

"My turn," he said as he kissed me. 

I could taste myself in his mouth. 

I laid him down and gave him a tongue bath of my own, kissing and licking his beautiful body all over teasingly poking my tongue into his navel. He giggled, scooped me up to kiss me, and allowed me to go back to my work. I went straight to his huge, hard penis and licked the very tip of it, poking my tongue into the tiny slit. Then I licked the entire shaft like a popsicle until I sucked the full length into my mouth.

"Oooohhhh.....Baby," he said as I licked his dick while it was in my mouth. 

I pulled it out and went to work on his huge, hairless balls (I love when he shaves for me). 

"You're so bad," he said as I swallowed his pre-cum that oozed seductively out of his cock. 

As I continued to pleasure him, he started playing with my ass, his moaning and gyrating urging me on.

"Baby, you're soooo good at this," he whispered, "don't stop."

Soon, Robert surprised me by grabbing my hips and getting me into the "69" position.....My favorite. He began fucking my face as he slid his tongue in and out of my sopping wet cunny.

"Oh, Robert, I'm gonna cum again!"

"Oh yeah! Give it to me!"

"Oh, oh, now Robert, NOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!"

And with that, he rammed his tongue inside me and swallowed every drop of my juice as it flowed into his mouth.

"I need you inside me," I moaned. He twisted me around and his cock disappeared into my waiting slit.

"You do me soooo good," he moaned as he pounded my pussy into submission.

"I'm gonna cum again," I moaned, his tongue wrapped around my huge nipples.

I loved the feel of his cock inside me and soon I was feeling another orgasm forming. 

"Gimme that juicy pussy," He said, "I wanna taste it.

He pulled me up to his face and I almost drowned him in my wetness. After, he laid me on my stomach and began licking my tight, puckered asshole.

"I love your ass!"

"Then please fuck my ass!"

"Is that what my bad girl wants?"

"Oh, yes! Please fuck my ass!"

He soon started tongue-fucking my ass, getting it all wet with his spit. 

"Oh god, do it! Please fuck my ass!!!"

"You want my cock in your ass, my bad little girl?"

"Yes, yes, please!!"

With that, he slowly slid his massive cock into my puckered hole and gently started fucking my ass. He was always so gentle with that because he knew it hurt at first, but tonight was different.

"Oh, it feels sooo good," I moaned, "please fuck me harder."

"Are you sure? Can I go faster?"

"Oh, yes! I love your cock! Fuck me harder!"

That sent him into a frenzy as he pounded his dick into my asshole. 

"Oh Baby!"

"Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum in your sweet ass!"

Before he could, I pulled him out, turned around, and started sucking his cock. 

"You bad girl, I love you!"

"Where do you want it? Tits or face?"

"I want it in your pussy," he moaned as he laid me on my back and fucked my pussy hard.

"You're so wet," he said as I came all over his dick. 

I soon felt his hot cum filling my pussy.

We laid in each other's arms basking in the afterglow of our mind-blowing experience.

"How was that, Robert?"

"Wonderful, babe."

"I love you so much, Robert."

"I love you too, Baby."

We soon fell asleep in each other's arms.



Birthday Bash



“A little higher Tara, up above the doorway.”  Sherri, and her sister, had worked for hours to prepare the house for Daniel’s 23rd birthday party. Tara and Daniel had only been married for about 4 months. And Tara, only being 18, had struggled to fit in with family. Her husband’s  family all  agreed that they should have waited until they were both a little older.  That’s everyone except Sherri, Daniel’s younger sister, who, only being 18 her self, who had taken up with Tara from the very beginning. The two girls had been very close from the time that Daniel had introduced her to the family a year or so ago.

	“Now that is perfect,” Sherri said. Tara climbed down from the chair where she had diligently been hanging balloons, and turned towards her sister.

Tara’s hair was beautiful natural blonde, she had long legs, and soft pouting lips.  Her had a gorgeous figure, and loved to show it off, which was plain to see the way her party dress just hugged her upper thighs. Sherri, on the other hand, had velvet black hair like her brother, but she did have the same incredible legs, standing about 5’9 which was only an inch taller than Tara. Sherri’s every incredible curve held serious danger signs. And she was quite proud of her 34 C’s.  Tonight, both ladies wore a black dress, with spaghetti straps, that hugged their upper thighs. 

	“I can’t tell you how I appreciate all you have done. Things have been really hard especially, well you know, your mom and dad..... well you know.”

	Sherri touched Tara’s arm gently. “It’s ok. I love you, just like a sister, even closer. And I love Daniel. As important as you are to him, well, you are just as important to me.” Sherri took the bag of balloons from Tara. “You know, mom and dad will come around; just give them time. Now come on we have a lot to do.”

	“Wait,” Tara said, turning Sherri back towards her again. 

	“Yea,” Sherri said.

	“Well, I just......” For a moment, Tara stood looking at Sherri’s eyes, and for some reason had no idea why she had called her back or what it was exactly that she needed to say. Though she had never admitted it, this incredibly beautiful lady had made her weak, not just weak, but wet. And it scared Tara at times, the things that went through her mid when they were together. There had been a couple of times that they had gone shopping and been in the dressing room together. And Tara had wanted so badly to touch her,  to find out if she was the only one who had felt this incredible want, no, much more like need, when they were together. 

	“What is it Tara?”

	Her words were cut short by what had to be the most unexpected action that she could have imagined. Tara kissed her gently on the lips. It was a soft sweet kiss, one that sent Tara into complete shock. While their lips were touching, a million thoughts raced through her mind. Then the kiss broke suddenly and Sherri looked away in complete embarrassment.

	“I‘m sorry, I didn‘t mean for that to happen. I just, well. Damnit, I don’t know why I did that. It was stupid.” Her cheeks grew a deep red color.

	Tara couldn’t help but smile. “It’s ok.” She dropped her head. “Really, it’s ok.”

	Neither of them spoke about it again, they just went back to work without another word.

	By 8:00 the guest were pouring in and the party was proving to be a major success. Daniel was completely surprised. During the night, Daniel caught his wife making drinks in the kitchen. “Baby, you are really incredible. Thank you.” He said touching her cheek softly.

	Tara smiled, but it was obvious that there was something pressing on her mind.

	“What’s the matter?  Aren’t you having a good time?” He asked in concern.

	“It’s not that, I just... well, I did something today that I cannot believe I did. And I may have really messed things up with Sherri and I.” Tara covered her face with her hands.  “God the stupid things I do.”

	“What happened, Tara ? It can’t be that bad.”

	“I kissed her, Daniel. I didn’t mean to, it just happened. And I told her I was sorry.”

	Daniel was quiet, thinking about the situation, actually thinking about his lovely wife’s lips touching his sister’s, and the hardness it provoked in his pants. He was shocked that such a thought would cause him to be aroused. And he made it a point to hide it from his wife.

	“Well, honey,” Daniel said. “She doesn’t seem to have a problem with you. So maybe she, well, maybe she enjoyed it.”  

	Tara looked up in shock. “I don’t think so.  No Daniel, I was out of line, and I shouldn’t have done it. I don’t even know why I did it to begin with.” She was totally frustrated.

	“Well, I don’t know for sure. Why don’t you ask her?” he suggested.

	“I don’t think I can do that.”

	“Then don’t worry about it. Let’s just go and have fun, and let it go for now, we will talk about it later.”

	But the only thing that remained on her mind during the night was “the kiss”. The way it felt when Sherri’s lips touched hers and they way it made her ache inside to do it again. Neither Tara nor Sherri had ever been with another woman. But the intense feeling between them was so obvious, and Tara had actually wanted to kiss her many times.

	As the hours passed and the drinks were downed, Tara felt as though it was time to at least talk to Sherri about what had happened, before the champagne had any more buzzing effects. Tara caught Sherri coming out of the bathroom and led her to the bedroom to talk where it was quieter and they could hear one another. 

	“Look, Tara,” Sherri said before her sister even had a chance to speak. “I know you have been thinking about what happened earlier, and I want you to know that you are worrying over nothing.”

	“ I wouldn’t be so worried if it wasn’t for the fact that you are my husband’s sister. I mean I have never ever done anything like that. And I promise not to ever let it happen again”

Tara’s concern and guilt made Sherri feel guilty for the thoughts that were racing through her mind. The thoughts of touching her lips, and just how often through out the night she actually wondered how it would have been if she had kept kissing her and.....  ok enough, she had to stay focused, and the alcohol wasn’t helping, and neither was this incredible blond in front of her right now.  

	“Tara, I can’t say I didn’t like it. And I’m being honest.” She walked closer to her sister, and came within just an inch of her. “I’ve been attracted to you for a while.” Sherri’s hand slid up Tara’s arm, not that it was exactly what she had intended, but at this point, she just wanted to touch her, regardless of where. 

	Tara closed her eyes for a moment, trying to decided if she wanted to stop this, or just completely soak up what she was feeling. She decided to do neither. Instead, she reacted with what had to be the most natural response she knew.

	Tara leaned closer to Sherri, closing the gap between them completely. This time when their lips touched, the soft passion was gone, replaced by this fierce lust, a need to touch and taste. And they did exactly that. Tara slid the hands up to Sherrie’s cheek, and then into her hair. Their tongues met, and the two girls began to moan and sigh in complete pleasure. The kiss deepened, and Tara’s fingers sought Sherri’s nipples through her bra. Her nipples were erect, hard, and screaming to be released.    

	Sherri began to back to the bed, and Tara followed, their eyes locked, and they both knew this is what they both wanted. One black dress fell to the floor, followed by another, and the girls lay body against body. Tara unsnapped Sherri’s bra, and slid it over her shoulders, revealing two beautiful hard nipples. She took each of them in her mouth, while Sherri’s fingers tangled in her sister’s hair and her body began to rock with an incredible need..

	Tara slid her tongue down Sherri’s stomach, and stopped to linger and trace the soft small patch of hair below. Sherri’s moans grew louder and her body began to rock in perfect rhythm to the fingers that Tara slid inside her. Tara licked around her clit, and then deeper inside her, and to taste her sweet juices. Her tongue pressed harder on her clit, and when she tasted Sherri’s cum, she did not stop licking and tasting, but sucked it from her like baby’s milk. 

	After only a soft knock, the door swung open to reveal a shocked husband. Daniel stood in complete surprise as he drank in the sight of his sister’s legs draped over his wife’s shoulders and her cum running down her thighs and onto the sheets. He could only manage a stunned look, not only because of the complete surprise, but the hardness it was causing in his pants.

	Sherri sat up fast on the bed, and grabbed at the sheets to cover herself. 

	Tara looked at her husband in shame. “Oh God, I am sorry, it’s not what you think. I didn’t mean to.......”

	Daniel placed his finger over his mouth in a hushing motion and closed the door behind him. His smile was uncontrollable. “Please don’t stop, just let me watch.”

	The two girls looked at one another in shock, but then smiled in return. Sherri laid Tara down on the bed beside her, and caressed her body, her smooth, soft, beautiful body.

She slid her bra off and then her panties, and traced her tan lines across her breast with her tongue. Daniel sat in the chair by the locked door, and unzipped his jeans to stroke his hardness. For a moment, Tara hesitated, feeling uncomfortable with the situation. But once Sherri’s tongue glided over the lips of her pussy, she took one deep soothing breath, and allowed herself to relax. Sherri pulled softly at Tara’s clit with her teeth, and Tara’s own body began to rock with the same motion as her sisters had done before. Sherri slid her fingers inside her and moved to the rhythm of her body. Sherri’s tongue licked fast and hard at her clit, and within only a couple of minutes, Tara was releasing her own sweet cum. 

	Daniel felt as though he was about to explode. After his wife had cum in his sister’s mouth. he lifted her from the bed, and slid his hard cock inside her. He penetrated Tara with soft long stokes. They continued for a few minutes this way. Until Tara stopped him and motioned towards Sherri. “I want you to fuck her.”

	Daniel looked at his sister, her body covered in, not only her cum, but his wife’s cum. Her breasts were beautiful, the way they rose and fell with her still hard panting breaths. Tara stepped to the side, and allowed Daniel to kneel in front of his sister. ”If you don’t want to do this, it’s ok.”

	Sherri’s only  answer was sliding down on the bed, and taking her brother’s hard cock inside her. God, she was tight. Daniels once soft thrust, were now hard and pounding. Tara had moved and held Sherri’s head in her lap. Sherri raised her head enough to take one of Tara’s nipples into her mouth, and sucked hard to match the hard thrust from Daniel inside her. 

	“Tara, I’m gonna cum.” He looked at his wife to warn her.

	Tara reached down between Sherri’s thighs and rubbed her clit, so that they would cum together, sister and brother. And when Sherri’s body started to tremble with her climax, Tara reached farther down and slid her husband’s cock out and his cum covered Sherri’s stomach. In one quick move, Tara licked the cum off sister‘s stomach, and then kissed her softly on the lips. 

	The three of them emerged from the bedroom, in time to tell the last of the guest goodnight. The party was a success indeed. 

i have had so much fan mail from those who have really been wanting me to do another incest story. So it is, just for you. ; )
Please let me know what you think. Keep the fan mail cumming.
xoxoxoxoxo  Dida



Birthday Bash



Katie, Shannon, and Rachel sat at the small table in the corner. They were out for Shannon's 25th birthday. Katie and Rachel wanted to make this a birthday she wouldn't forget. They took her to the biggest and best club in town. Shannon was a very quiet and shy girl. She wasn't much into the "club scene" like Katie and Rachel were. Shannon sat in the very back corner of the table while the others sat in plain sight.

"Come on Shannon!" Katie called across the table. "Loosen up! It's your birthday!"

"Yeah, Shan!" Rachel called back. "Girl, act your age for once! It's your turn to be wild!" Shannon blushed. She knew they were right. She had never been one to go out and get drunk and make a fool of herself. She was the one that always volunteered to be the designated driver never the designated drunk. Katie and Rachel made sure that she was going to be the designated drunk tonight.

"Let's go dance." Rachel shouted. Katie nodded and they pulled Shannon to the dance floor. Shannon knew there was no use to resist, so she just went along. They started dancing and Shannon realized she was enjoying herself...a lot! They danced for a few songs and they headed up to the bar to order drinks. Rachel spoke up first.

"Three mind erasers please." She said to the bartender. He smiled.

"Coming right up, ladies." he made the drinks and sat them in front of the girls. Katie was next to pipe up.

"Three purple hooters strait up please." She winked at the bartender.

"Right away." He said as he started the drinks. He set the next round of drinks in front of the girls. Shannon was last to speak up.

"Three red headed sluts please." She tried not to make eye contact with anybody. The bartender leaned forward.

"Don't worry about it Hun! Most women blush when they ask for that shot." He smiles when she looked up at him. "So, what's the occasion for all the drinks ladies, if you don't mind me asking?"

"It's Shannon's birthday!" Rachel and Katie said in unison. This made Shannon blush even more.

"Well, happy birthday Shannon! When I get off work may I have the first dance with the birthday girl?" he smiled and this made Shannon melt.

"Okay." Shannon said timidly.

"My name's rob. I can't wait to have that dance." He smiled and continued waiting on the rest of the bar. 

"Alright Shannon!" Rachel yelled as she started jumping up and down. "Alright girls, drink up!" they chugged all three drinks. Rachel and Katie were fine but this shocked Shannon's body. She wasn't used to this amount of alcohol. They all headed back to the dance floor. Katie and Rachel were dancing as they always did and Shannon just kind of stood there. After about fifteen minutes all of Shannon's inhibitions dissolved before her eyes. She was dancing just like her friends. A few minutes later, Shannon felt a tap on her shoulder. She spun around to see the sexy bartender, rob. He was no longer in work clothes but in a pair of tight jeans, a snug white t-shirt and boots.

"Damn!" Shannon exclaimed. "You look hot!" she stumbled backwards. Rachel and Katie just stood back in complete shock. Shannon was never that bold. Rob smiled at Shannon and grabbed her hand and pulled her to the middle of the dance floor. He pulled her close to his body and started to dance. Shannon was grinding her body up against Rob's as he was doing the same to her. Shannon reached around and placed her hands on Rob's well-formed butt and felt him up and down. Shannon knew that tonight was going to prove to her friends how brazen she could be. Shannon moved her hands up Rob's back. They were in a lover's embrace that couldn't be broken. The music stopped and robs and Shannon headed off to the bar. Rob order them some drinks. They sat at the bar and drank and between shots they talked. Rachel and Katie watched from the back corner table. They couldn't believe this was the same girl that they had known for years. They talked for a few more minutes and realized that Shannon and rob were gone...

Rob led Shannon outside to his truck. He pushed her up against the hood and kissed her long and hard. She ran her fingers through his hair. Rob then picked Shannon up and opened the door of the truck and put her in the drivers seat. Shannon giggled and fell backwards. Shannon's head was spinning but it felt great! She felt rob reaching to unbutton her pants. She had the urge to stop him but instead she helped him take them off. When rob got her jeans off he kissed her sweet bottom lips through her panties. Shannon moaned. She couldn't believe what she was doing. This was amazing! Rob moved her panties to the side to reveal a completely shaved pussy. He couldn't help himself but to kiss her moist pussy lips Shannon shivered. Rob them slid his tongue between her luscious lips. He could taste all of her pure, engaging juices. He wanted more. He ram his tongue up and down her moist slit. She was moaning and grabbing his head so that he didn't stop. Rob plunged his tongue deep inside of her sweet love canal. Shannon let out a longing moan. She needed this! Rob felt Shannon's juices running all over his face. This excited him more. Rob jumped up and unbuttoned his pants and revealed to Shannon his engorged element. Shannon placed her mouth on his hard cock and commenced tasting every inch. She engulfed as much of his member as she could. It was Rob's turn to moan with delight. Shannon could taste how excited rob was. The bittersweet taste lingered in her mouth. Rob placed his hands on the back of her head as she stroked him with her luscious mouth. She stopped and looked at rob. She smiled sweetly and lay down across the front seat and spread herself wide open. Rob knew what she wanted....he wanted the same thing. He jumped into the truck and placed himself inside of her tight, wet, silky lips. Shannon jerked slightly when he inserted himself. When he was fully inside Shannon moaned in pure bliss. Rob stroked slowly and felt her lips grabbing his cock. He pushed deeper and Shannon clenched her muscles tight around him. Rob groaned in delight. He pumped her faster grabbing her hips for leverage. Shannon threw her legs in the air and rested them on the doorframe. Every thrust became more and more intense. Then, suddenly, Shannon clenched the seat and begins to yell...

"Oh my god! Oh, rob! I'm gonna cum. Oh god!" Shannon hollered. Just then, Shannon started Cumming. Rob felt the juices running down his shaft and onto his full balls and he knew it was his turn to cum. He felt it rising from within. And at that moment, rob exploded with Shannon. The noise that was made was heard throughout the emptying bar. Rachel and Katie ran out to the parking lot to see what all the commotion was about. To there surprise they saw that the noise was coming from there shy, backwards friend. She was doing something that they never expected.

"Oh my god! Shannon is fucking the bartender in the parking lot! Rachel was jumping up and down. Katie just stood there in shock.

Rob turned his head slightly to see a small crowd being herded away from his truck. When the crowd was gone all that was left was Rachel and Katie. They ran over to the truck to see Shannon, she was trying to cover herself and rob trying to cram his still hard cock back into his pants. Rachel and Katie grabbed Shannon and were yelling like maniacs.

"Oh, damn girl! When you go for it you really go for it!" Katie squealed.

"I am so proud of you baby!" Rachel couldn't contain herself. Rob jumped back in.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to steal your friend away like that."

"Sorry? No! We should be thanking you! She has never been this spontaneous! This is awesome, but next time, you might want a more private place." Katie winked at rob. "Why don't we all go home? That way you at least have a private room to please each." The group piled into the truck and they headed back to the house the girls shared rob and Shannon didn't make it passed the living room before they were at it again. Rob's swollen cock was bulging out of his skintight jeans. This turned both Katie and Rachel on as well. Rob knew all three girls were drunk, hell so was he, but he couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. He turned to Shannon.

"Shannon, have you ever thought about a four way sexual encounter?"

"No, I haven't. Why?" she was puzzled.

"Wanna try it?" and evil grin came across his face. Shannon couldn't do anything but smile and say yes. Rob got up and walked over to Shannon's roommates and brought them over to where Shannon was sitting.

"Alright," rob said pulling his throbbing cock out of his pants. "I want all of you to stand in front of me and get naked." The girls all looked at each other in shock but did as they were told. Rob looked at each of them and touched his cock with delight. "Now, I want you all to play with each other." They were all frozen. "Rachel," rob demanded. "Lay down on your back. Shannon, get between her legs and tell me how her sweet pussy tastes." Shannon did as she was told and started licking Rachel's very swollen wet pussy. Rachel jumped when she felt Shannon's silky lips on her pussy lips. Shannon smacked her lips with the first taste and the dove right in. she inserted he finger deep into Rachel's tight hole. With Shannon eating Rachel out. Rob told Katie to sit on Rachel's face. Katie squatted over Rachel and Rachel instinctively buried her face between Katie's ultra wet lips. Rob stroked his cock as he watched the girls enjoy each other's bodies. Shannon was licking all of Rachel's juices that were flowing down her ass crack. Rachel squirmed. Then he saw Rachel was ready to cum.

"Shannon, get on her pussy. She's getting ready to cum. I wanna see you drink it all up." Rob instructed. Shannon went down on Rachel again and Rachel started cumming. Shannon drank all of the cum that was in her body. Shannon again licked down Rachel's ass crack to get the little bit that she missed. At that moment Katie began to cum. Rob instructed Rachel to do the same as Shannon. Rachel was slurping to get all the sweet juices Katie had in store for her. Rob got off the couch and got behind Shannon and put his hard throbbing cock inside her very wet pussy.

"Now, I want Rachel to eat Shannon's pussy while I fuck her and I want katie to eat Rachel's hot pussy." again, they did as they were told. The girls found out that they loved licking pussy as much as they loved sucking dick. Rachel pushed rob away and sucked Shannon's hard clitoris as Katie got behind Shannon and finger fucked her pussy and licked out her ass. Shannon put her head between Rachel's legs and licked all of the sweet juice that flowed freely. Rob moved behind Katie and started pumping her sweet, tight hole. All at once, all four of them climaxed. They were screaming in unison. They all collapsed on the floor and passed out.

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In early afternoon they all woke up. The girls looked at each other and smiled. They knew what they'd done and there were glad they did it. Rob looked over at the girls and smiled. The put there clothes on and headed for the kitchen for some coffee. After coffee rob kissed Shannon goodbye and handed her his number. She smiled and walked him to the door. When Shannon walked back into the kitchen, Rachel and Katie were both naked again. Shannon knew what this meant! She got undressed and laid down on the floor. She was going to get a tongue lashing of a lifetime!!



Birthday Bash



For my birthday, my husband Will agreed to fulfill one of my naughtier fantasies. I'd always wanted to be sandwiched between two men, but more than that, I'd wanted a woman involved for me to dominate while everything was going on. It's funny, I tend to be more submissive when it comes to men, but introduce a female into the picture and I go dominant all over. It'll be interesting to see how everything falls into place with that kind of power structure. 

At only 25 years old, I'm really too young to be having a sexual crises, it just happens that my husband of 3 years happens to be one of the best husbands in the world and doesn't mind at all that I'm a kinky little freaky. I don't know why he should mind anyway cuz after three years of marriage he's got the best sex life of all his buddies - many of whom are still single. Well, apparently one of them is going to find out tonight why my husband is so darn faithful to me! They always wondered why he never felt the need to date other people after meeting me... it's easy enough to understand though, I'm kinkier than most people who are trying to give their sex life a boost! I hate to think of what trouble we're going to be getting into when one of us starts feeling that our sex life is getting boring... it's probably going to be some really great stuff. 

Anyway. In preparation for tonight I was now sitting in front of my mirror, arranging my shoulder length brown curls, I wanted them down but out of my face. My makeup was perfect, heavy eyeliner and mascara traced my almond eyes, no eyeshadow to get all smudged though, and my lips were bright red with this great lipstick that never rubs off. Perky 34D boobs were propped up with a corset that left them free to play with, and my nipples were already hard and were lightly clamped, guaranteeing that the pretty pink nubs would stay erect. The corset had garters which were attached to my lacy stockings. I wasn't wearing any underwear of course, and my newly shaved mound was pretty pink and glistening already. Sliding on my high heels, I examined myself in the mirror.

I looked like a kinky hooker. 

Moving over to the dresser I grabbed the last two parts of my ensemble and bent over my bed after lubing up the buttplug. Slowly, I took the little apparatus and pushed it into my asshole, panting slightly as my tight little hole stretched to take the rubber toy. It wasn't too big, only about 2" around, much smaller than my husband (one of the reasons I love him so much is his huge cock, it's 3" around and about 10" long.). I didn't want to overstretch myself, but I didn't want to be unprepared either. He'd promised me that one of his friends had a dick even bigger than his, and I couldn't wait to experience that kind of monster inside me.

The last part of my ensemble was the rather large strap-on. My husband said that he'd found a bi-curious girl for me, just 20 years old, not a virgin, but pretty innocent. I didn't want to hurt her so the dildo was only about 9" long and about 2" around... not too bad, but for someone who hasn't been stretched out too much it would probably cause a little pain and discomfort at first. Especially exciting was that she was apparently an anal virgin, and had agreed to let me bust her cherry, so to speak. Everything about tonight was going to fill one of my fantasies that I'd always thought would have to go unrelieved after I'd married Will. I'm so lucky that he's so open-minded about these kind of these. Of course, I'm sure it helps that I really want to watch him fuck this girl while another man does me from behind.

I could hear the front door open and people coming inside, talking. There was Will's voice, some high-pitched girl's voice and... well, surprise surprise! His friend that he'd brought was Chuck, the big black former line-backer whose muscles I'd always admired... guess that what they say about Black guy's and their cocks is true if he's bigger than my Will! Although having sex with a black guy wasn't exactly a fantasy of mine, it was definitely something I'd always wondered about. Grabbing the lube on my way out the door, I made my way into the living room.

There was my Will of course, short brown hair, 6'2" (I like it when I feel little and petite next to a man) with good muscles. Just a little bit of flab. Chuck was the same height as him, but his broad shoulders and chest made it seem as if he took up so much more room. Looking me over, he gave me a huge grin. I'd heard the boys talking about me during a drunken poker night, and he'd been the only one to say that he could understand why Will would be so faithful to me, I'd definitely be rewarding him for that tonight!

The girl was perfect. Shorter than me, only about 5 feet tall, the two men completely dwarfed her. I stepped forward, circling her, the guys just let me do things my way for now. I'd told Will that I wanted to get the part started by playing with the girl first. Long blonde hair, she was very slender, small, pert breasts underneath a very tight and low-cut top. Had nothing on me in curves, but she was perfect. Looked to be about my age. Her eyes were flickering from my exposed chest, especially the clamps on my nipples, down to the pink protruding plastic cock between my legs. Well, she'd be getting to try out both tonight.

"This is Angie, babe. Angie, this is my wife Jade." I gave the nervous blonde a smile, "Jade, you remember Chuck." Chuck got a grin and a wink, then, the introductions over with, I stepped forward and aggressively lowered my mouth to Angie's.

She started back for a moment, startled, by my hands were already around her waist, pushing her groin towards me, rubbing the rubber cock against her body. After a moment she began kissing me back, sweetly and softly. Such an innocent. Our tongues intertwined and I began pulling her shirt over her head, slowly revealing her small tits to the men, since she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were already hard as little diamonds, and they were longer than mine, sticking out like little pencil eraser tips. I lowered my head to chew on the nubbins, making her moan and gasp and I both sucked and bit down, bringing pleasure and pain. When I finally lifted my head again her nipples were raw and red looking, standing at the utmost attention as she panted and whimpered.

Looking over at the men, I saw that they both had their dicks out and were stroking them, watching us. Chuck's cock really was bigger than Will's, the damn thing had to be at least 12" long and as thick as a soda can... I couldn't believe it. He looked more massive than some of the guys I'd seen in pornos and online. That monster cock was going to hurt me wonderfully.

But back to the things at hand. I circled behind Angie, lifting her blonde hair to one side and began biting down her neck, moving my hands over her breasts and stroking them along with her sides and stomach. The men had a clear view at her face and her reactions to my fondlings. Pulling hard on one of her nipples, like I was milking her, I used my other hand to undo the button on her jeans, and then began working those down her legs. No underwear either. This innocent little thing must actually be a bit of a slut; her juices were running freely down her thighs, and like me her mound was completely shaved. Her pussy looked pink and tiny, I was really going to be stretching it open.

Lustfully, I pushed her onto her knees, and then turned her so that the men could get a good view of both of us as I pushed my strap-on into her mouth. A few strokes into her mouth, just to really establish my dominance over her, and I pushed her onto her back, spreading her legs wide in the air. Kissing down her thighs, I licked at her pussy, tasting the sweetness that was flowing there. As I moved my tongue around her lips and clit, she was bucking and moaning, playing with her own breasts. A moment later and a large black hand covered one of her breasts, Chuck had moved down with us. The contrast of his dark hand over her pale white flesh was beautiful; another moment and Will was on the other side of her, kneading and pulling at her other tit. Grinning, I positioned the strap-on at the entrance to her soaking pussy and began pushing in.

"Oh... oh!! OH!!!" I could tell I was stretching her further than she'd ever really been stretched, it was slow going even with her copious natural lubrication. The men were really pulling on her tits now, squeezing the flesh and pinching her nipples. Finally, I was all the way into her wet pussy, and I began pumping vigorously, entranced by the men playing with her breasts. To my pleasure and surprise, Chuck reached out and pushed the clamps on my nipples a little bit tighter, and then took hold of the chain that connected them and began pulling on it, controlling my movements in and out of the little blonde beneath me. Will had two fingers in Angie's mouth now, and she sucked on them for all she was worth, as his bright lust filled eyes were riveted to Chuck's manipulation of my body, and my heaving bouncing breasts. 

I slowed my stroke's in and out of Angie's pussy, and then gave each of her leg's to the men on either side of her. Pulling my rubber cock out, I had them push her legs back, completely opening her up to me. The tip of the cock looked huge compared to her tiny puckered asshole, but it was well lubricated from all her juices, which had been free flowing. I nudged the tip of the cock into her ass, and watched her tiny hole slowly start stretching to admit the thick head. 

"Oh please," the head was in and her ass looked impossibly stretched and tight, "Oh please, you're tearing me apart," Angie was begging in a high-pitched girlish voice that was just turning me on more, "Slower, please slower, it's too big!" Heaving and bucking, she was trying to adjust to the rubber cock.

"Hush, hush," I soothed, "It's not that big... just wait till the men get into your ass, you'll be glad I stretched it out for your first." Chuck and Will grinned at each other over Angie's body. 

Taking Chuck's earlier lead, Will grabbed the chain between my breasts and pulled, stretching my boobs and my nipples out, forcing me to push forward into Angie's ass. Whimpering, she was taking it, slowly adjusting to the size of the cock in her ass. Even though I was all the way in, Will kept pulling, making me moan as little darts of pain shot through my nipples, making me moan. Finally, he released the chain, and I began pumping in and out of Angie's ass in earnest, really wanting to take her for a ride. Chuck reached down and pushed two of his big black fingers into her open and gaping pussy, using his thumb to rub her clit.

With all of us paying attention to her body, it didn't take long for Angie to start coming, even with the discomfort of the large cock up her ass. She thrashed and moaned as she came, spilling juices around Chuck's fingers that seeped down around her stretched asshole; Will tugged more roughly on her nipples, really pinching and twisting as she came. When she finally came down from her orgasmic high, undid the strap-on, leaving it buried in her ass, and nodded to Will, then pulled Chuck towards me.

Chuck and I watched for a moment as Will buried himself in Angie's pussy, stretching her little twat even more than my cock had - it probably felt huge considering that the cock in her ass would be taking up an awful lot of room. Will was moaning about how tight she was, and she was writhing beneath him, her hands pulling at his shoulders and back as she gasped at the intrusion.

Chuckling, Chuck began undoing the corset around my body, "I like being able to see a woman completely open." I nodded silently, obliging. He pulled the clamps from my nipples as well, making me moan at the pain of the sudden rush of blood back into them, and then moan again as he lowered his mouth to them, sucking and nibbling. Then he pushed me down to my knees in front of him and I began to work that huge dick into my mouth, enthralled by the strangeness of its dark color and the monstrous proportions of its size. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Will still vigorously pumping into Angie's pussy, she was cumming again, so much stimulation made her very sensitive. I could tell Will wasn't going to last long. Chuck gave me a light slap on my cheek to remind me what I was supposed to be doing. 

With all my skills at swallowing Will's dick, I could get all of Chuck's down my throat, it was just too wide and long, but I stuffed as much as I could into my mouth. Eventually, he pulled me off of it, at about the time Will was cumming in Angie's pussy, and I realized that he wanted Will to be able to watch as his friend fucked his wife. Chuck laid me back as Will sat down on the couch, with Angie between his legs, and she began cleaning his limp dick with her mouth, as he continued playing with her tits and nipples. They had to be really sore by now. 

Chuck grabbed my breasts in each hand, squeezing and making me moan; he pinched my nipples, and then lined his dick up with my pussy, tired of waiting. It hurt a little, as he stretched me out, my pussy was definitely being forced wider than it had ever been before. I panted and gasped as he worked inch after inch into my pussy, I could see Will watching us, he'd begun holding Angie's hair, which meant that he was hard again; hard at watching his wife submitting to his friend's big black cock. I began moaning as Chuck started pumping rhythmically in and out of my pussy, stretching and battering it; it felt like a baseball bat had been shoved into me, a baseball bat with veins and texture. It felt incredible. 

A cry from Angie caused me to look over at her and Will again, he had her facing us so she could watch the show, and was forcing her to take his dick up her ass. Since he was larger than the strap-on I used I'm sure that it felt like her virginity was being taken all over again. Chuck began grinding his body against mine, rubbing my clit, I moaned and clutched at him. Suddenly, he lifted me up and laid back, putting me in position on top of him. I threw back my head as his cock drove even deeper into me with the new position. Slowly, I began moving up and down that beautiful cock, my small white hands placed on his muscled black stomach; his hands were full of my breasts, the tender white flesh spilling through his fingers. I rode him as best I was able, it was hard with such a huge dick filling me, it felt like I could lift myself up away from him forever and still be impaled on his cock. I came at least twice, and he just stayed hard in me, filling me completely. It was heaven and it was hell as I became oversensitized, and he used my breasts to pull me up and down on his dick, even though my pussy was overstretched and sore from cumming twice so recently. It looked as though Angie felt the same way, Will was now using his hands on her waist to lift her up and down on his dick, I could see her ass where he was entering it, it looked swollen and red, and yet, as soon as he slammed her down hard and began cumming in her ass, he reached around to pull on her little clit, and she immediately began cumming again too, crying out her pleasure as he filled her ass with her seed. 

Will hurried to the bathroom to clean the residue of Angie's ass off his dick, and then returned to us, Chuck was still moving me up and down his large pole as I cried out in pleasure and discomfort. Will came over and I opened my mouth to accept his soft dick, sucking gently on it, behind me, Angie knelt and Chuck moved his hands to my waist, allowing Angie's soft touch to caress my breasts and nipples. Now I knew something how she had felt earlier, as everyone's attention came to me. With Will's dick slowly hardening in my mouth, I came again, and this time the pulsing in my pussy finally brought off Chuck, and he slammed me down one last time; I could feel him shooting spurt after spurt deep within my pussy, it seemed to go on forever. 

I released Will's partially hard dick from my mouth, and carefully pulled myself off Chuck's slowly softening dick. It came out with a slight pop, moving down on my hands and knees, I bent my head to begin cleaning our combined juices from his cock and balls. With my ass up in the air, apparently Angie felt the need to taste our juices too, and I could feel her soft tongue licking at my pussy and ass, cleaning me. Will's eyes were glowing, and he was getting harder much faster, watching the three of us. Chuck too, was still partially hard in my mouth, and slowly getting harder again. Angie's tongue was soothing to my stretched and abused pussy, and I found myself wanting to return the favor; so I turned my Chuck once he was fairly clean, and Angie and I kissed again.

Moving slowly, we caressed each other's bodies, nibbling and licking at nipples, and then finally turning over in a 69 position, licking at each other's pussies. Hers was pink and soft, and only a little stretched out, I pushed three of my fingers in, and sucked her clit gently into my mouth. For her part, her tongue was licking around my lips and bringing tingling sensations all through my lower body. Carefully, I licked down her slit a few times, and then lowered myself to her asshole; it looked swollen shut, pink and abused after the double assault, from myself and my husband. She moaned as I rimmed her ass, licking up the cum there and soothing the hurt it had taken. 

Chuck came in front of me, his cock was already almost completely hard again, he shoved it into my mouth, "Make sure you wet it nice, it's going into your ass next." I shuddered at the pleasant and daunting thought of taking this monster into my ass, and made sure to liberally coat it with my saliva. He moaned, and I moaned as Angie began rimming my ass, wetting it for the event that was coming, she began using her fingers to transfer juices from my pussy to my ass, lubricating me even more. 

Then Chuck left my mouth and went around behind me, and Will took his place in front of me, shoving his dick into my mouth. I moaned around it as Chuck began wedging his dick into my ass. It hurt so wonderfully as he stretched me wide open, and I could feel Angie licking at my clit, alleviating some of the pain. Slowly, the dick was worked in and out of my ass, a little deeper each time, then suddenly Chuck slammed the last 4 or 5 inches home and I screamed around Will's dick in surprise and pain. A few tears leaked from my eyes, and Angie frantically sucked on my clit as my body shook at the sudden invasion. Apparently screaming around a dick felt pretty good to the owner though, Will's knees almost buckled when I did it. 

Now Chuck was moving in and out of my ass at a bruising pace, slapping into my cheeks; moaning and sucking I was lost somewhere in pleasurable pain. Angie helped a lot, slipping her fingers into my pussy as she licked at me. I wondered what it looked like from her view, only inches away from the huge black dick that had stretched out my own asshole. It was making me horny just thinking about it. The pain was quickly receding and pleasure started taking over completely, the pleasure of having Will in my mouth, Angie in my pussy and Chuck pumping slickly in and out of my ass. Still, this wasn't the finale.

Eventually, Chuck lifted me up, his cock still embedded in my ass. He stood, holding my legs spread towards the ceiling, so that most of my weight was on the cock in my ass, and my pussy was spread wide in front of me. Quickly, Will stepped forward and wedged his dick into my pussy. It was hard going with such a big cock in my ass, but sooner than I would have though I was stuffed full of cock, sandwiched on either side. It felt amazing, all my weight was on my holes, which were completely full of man meat. They began pumping in and out of me, establishing a rhythm, and I flopped like a rag doll between them, since they were so much taller than me my feet didn't even touch the floor. Instead I wrapped my legs around Will, although not too securely, the feeling of their invading cocks being my fulcrum and center was too intoxicating to give up.




Birthday Bash



As they used me for their pleasure, I began cumming, wonderfully stuffed full of their dicks; I was barely aware of poor exhausted Angie watching us with big eyes, playing with herself. They sent me higher and higher on my orgasm, until I was crying, tears streaming down my face at the intensity of the pleasure that was coursing through my body, my pussy, my clit, even my ass felt like it was cumming; everything was pulsing and spasming.

At that point I must have passed out, when I awoke, a few hours later, I was in bed with Will. Wrapped up in his arms, I could feel the soreness of my pussy and ass, and the cum that was leaking out of both; I looked up and saw that he was asleep. It had been the best birthday present ever.

In the next room over, the guestroom, I could hear the low groans of Chuck and Angie's high-pitched squeals. Lucky girl, but not quite as lucky as me. Snuggling close into Will's arms, I fell back asleep, completely content.



Birthday Bash



Abner and Ken read their daily intelligence report, as they reached an interesting report, both men looked at each other with concern noted within their face. 

"You know what this mean right Abner?"

"Yea, our job just got a bit more difficult."

Both Rim-Cat officers read the paper again a second time.

There are new developments that have come upon the government of Parthia. To support the insurgency within Ar'Raq, three (3) mercenary regiments have been hired secretly to deal with the Rim-Cat dillema. The Mercenary Forces is as noted along with their commanders and their Main Battle Tanks in use:

•Ahmed Abu-Bakar of the Dune Warriors (T-90/S Main Battle Tanks), an Arab Mercenary Regiment financed by sympathetic rich Arab families.

•Ishmael Ammeni of the Immortals (Zulfigar Main Battle Tanks), Parthian Mercenary Regiment financed by Parthia to fight in support of their cause all over the world. 

•Abdullah Sekhmet of the Scimitars (Ramses II Main Battle Tanks), Egyptian Mercenary Regiment financed by other Arab nations in secret to assist the insurgency in Ar'Raq against the Rim-Cat Mobile Combat Regiment which is hired by the government of Ar'Raq.

Each Regiment is also supplemented by the following cavalry fighting armored vehicles:

•BTR-3

•BMD-3

•BMP-3

Also take note that each regiment also posessed self-propelled howitzers and rocket launcher systems. Their air support is provided the Parthian Airforce. It is wise to prepare the Rim-Cat Regiment for this challenges since each of the above mentioned mercenary regiments possessed highly trained and experienced Arab and Parthians who have substantial experience in their respective military and in war. Further note, the peace talk is a sham and the Parthian Government is placing their mercenary regiments in place, buying time to unload their equipment, vehicles, and personnel. If these regiments are to be defeated, it will be a devastating financial blow for the government of Parthia and only then will they take such a peace talk seriously. Until such time, it is necessary to devise a strategy of defeating such respected mercenary regiments in the field of battle.

"I think the Colonel needs to know this Ken."

"He already knows about this and is planning how to meet this new threat," replied the H.Q. Battalion Commander.

"I just hate it when he is not here and chose to have a two weeks' vacation when shit like this happens."

"Things like this cannot be help Abner," replied Ken. 

Abner sighs and chugs down his coffee. The two men have the skills and talent to be effective intelligence officers and because of such talent, they are the ones who also run the intelligence section of the Rim-Cats besides their duties as the battalion commanders of their respected units. 

"Well what now?"

"Wait and see Abner. Until these regiments crossed the border we can't do much about it," replied Kenshiro 'Shaider' Dima'uga.

Rolando Katapatan strolled around the encampment of Bass'Ara, a few weeks ago he met Victoria Vaughn a coalition navy master-at-arms. She recognizes him as he entered a well known club where many of the Coalition's personnel gather to relax and have a little fun. Though most of the Rim-Cats don't usually go there, the military personnel in the bar knew and respected Major Rolando Katapatan, his skills, personality, and above all, his ability to get along with the non-mercenary troops. Vicky is a woman of six-foot with brown hair, and a blue-eyed vixen walked towards Marangal, and smiled at him.

"So what are you having soldier?"

"I would like to have you Vicky," he replied with a slick smirk.

She laughed at the comment giggling like a little teenage girl as she learned that the man who she have a crush on wanted to do things to her. He may be four inches shorter than her, but it's his reputation on and off the battlefield, his kindness, sweetness, gentleness, and bravery that truly captivates her. Besides that like most of the Rim-Cats mercenary personnel, he have a six-pack, a well toned and defined body, and a tantalizing look of a real life asian warrior she have read about during her high school years. 

"But I can't," Rolando added, "You're engaged."

"Yea you're right Marangal," she replied saying his call sign in a heavy accented manner.

Rolando laughed at her, yet he appreciated that she is trying to say the word properly.

"What?" she gave him a hurt look, "At least I'm trying to say it right?"

"I know Vicky," he said smiling, "at least you're trying."

The Coalition sailor girl sat on the stool next to him and ordered a beer.

"You know what?"

"What is it Vicky," Rolando replied.

"Today's my birthday, but don't tell anyone now you hear me."

"Copy that Vicky."

He smiled at her as his hand grabs the glass of seven and seven sipping his alcoholic drink. 

"We should celebrate your birthday then."

"How we do that Roland?"

"Well, I got the quarters all to myself and it has kitchen. I can cook us some dinner."

He told her trutfully since the night before many men were either wounded in the hospital or they have sacrificed their lives for the sake of the security of Ar'Raq. She chugged her beer and wiped her mouth with the camouflage sleeve of her shirt.

"I would like that."

Marangal gulped his drink down and grabbed her hand.

"Come on let's go."

H.Q. Battalion Commander's Quarters....

Marangal finished frying the sliced and spiced scalloped potatoes when he placed the appetizer dish onto a plate, in the oven is a a few pounds of roast beef, basked in spices, and is slowly roasting from the heat. On the stove is two pans, one is ladden with mashed potatoes and the other is full of gravy. Though Asians prefer to eat rice and their unique cuisine, this man Rolando Katapatan has opted to cook a Western dish for Victoria Vaughn. She sat on the kitchen's table top watching him with a smile as he toil and sweat cooking their dinner, he took a hold of a plate full of fried scalloped potatoes and offered it to her. 

"Thank you Roland," she said taking the plate with one hand as the other took a few pieces and started to eat, "They're good Roland, you should be a chef."

Marangal laughed at her comment knowing that the position of a chef is not like him at all. He knows his belonging and it is with the Rim-Cats is where he truly belongs.

"You flatter me too much Vicky."

"Nah uh I'm serious Roland," she replied shaking her head as Vicky munched on the potatoes; "You should be a cook."

"I'll think about it," he replied.

Major Rolando Katapatan opened the oven and checked on the roast beef, after being satisfied that is cooked medium well, he took it out of the oven and placed it on a kitchen top next to the stove. Vicky happily ate the scalloped potatoes he had fried as she eyed him with a smile as he stirred the pots and finished his cooking.

"Dinner is ready Vicky."

"It smells good Roland," she replied tossing another potato in her mouth.

He got a tray and placed all the food he prepared there, taking it to the small dining room. Rolando Katapatan set up the table and the food for them.

"Let's eat Vicky."

After dinner, the two watched a movie. Vicky laid her head at Roland's chest, his eyes gazes into her crystal blue eyes. His mouth inched closer to her as their lips touched, she returned the kiss passionately as her hand held him behind his head. Their tongue finally mingled with the other, tasting, probing, and massaging the others. Rolando Katapatan, took in a deep breath as his hands started to explore her lovely body. Vicky allowed him to touch her sensitive parts, the areas that send tingling sensation throughout her whole being. 

"Do you want to go to the room?"

"No, let's stay here Roland."

His tongue probes her mouth once again, as his hand cups and rubs her breast. Vicky's mouth emitted a moan of pleasure, finally giving her own self to this man who have amazed her, and that she looked up to as an embodiment of a true warrior. Roland positioned her on the couch as he gets on top of the young woman's beautiful body. His hands started to undo her clothes as her hands do the same. Their clothes were tossed in all direction as his mouth found hers, she moans as the mercenary's hand started to inch closer and closer to her lovely sex. 

"Oh Roland, I've waited weeks for this," she confessed.

He did not reply with words but with actions. Roland started to gently rub his hand along her lovely slit. He increased the pressure a bit and started to rub her sex faster. 

"Ahhh ooooohhhh Roland."

His mouth slides downward to her neck, her earlobe, then down to her neck again. He kissed her lovely flesh sucking at it a bit until finally he found his way in the valley of her cleavage. Rolando Katapatan marveled at her large mounds, as he opened his mouth and took in one of Vicky's lovely breast. 

"Ooohhhh," she arched her body from the couch pressing the large mound of her breast into his mouth even more. 

Vicky Vaughn gasp as a finger found their way into her pussy. Marangal started to finger fuck her now wet pussy, she buckled a bit and moaned at the pleasure her body is experiencing. Then he spread her legs wide open as he lay on top of her and his dick's head started to rub her entrance. 

"Oh Roland, please fuck me," she pleaded.

Rolando slowly plunged his shaft inside of her, gently and slowly he goes in deeper. He did not want her to be hurt and wanted this experience to be wonderful for her.

"How do you feel Vicky?"

"It's amazing Roland!"

He smiled and started to pump her pussy gently and slowly, in and out her channel his cock moves. Surely her juices started to lubricate his manhood making it easier for him to move at a quicker pace. Slowly he started to fuck her pussy faster, deeper, and a bit more force than usual. Rolando looked at her face; she closed her eyes, opened her mouth and moaned with every thrust. 

"Aaahhh aaahhh aaahh aaaahhh ooohh."

He grunts in pleasure as his engorged cock pistons in her lovely cunt. Slowly he started to grind his hips, her g-spots started to be given attention by such sexual maneuver. Vicky started to moan louder biting her lower lips as she take on the pleasure that is building deep inside of her. 

"Oh Roland, you're so wonderful," she punctuated each words with a moan of pleasure.

His hand lifts her chin and kissed her lips as he kept up his pace pounding her wet, slick pussy in and out as the sucking sound of their love making intensify, the sound started to increase in pace as his dick pumped inside Vicky's pussy faster and faster. 

"Oh yes!"

She screamed out a loud moan as her first orgasm rocked her body. Vicky's sweating body arched as she shuddered surrendering to her ecstasy. 

"Roland, I want to suck you."

As she worded what her mind and body wanted to do, the mercenary slowly eased his cock out of her and placed the slippery, oozing dick on her mouth. Vicky gladly took it in as she started to slurp and lick his cock, her hands tickles his balls, as her mouth took in the cock deeper to the back of her throat. She began to swallow as his shaft started to slide down her throat, such a pleasing feeling as his cock fucks her willing mouth. 

"Do you like this Roland?"

"Yes I do Vicky," he replied closing his eyes nearing his orgasm.

She started to suck his dick faster, her hands tickling his ball and stroking his cock as well. Finally, he groans as his cock tingled and his seed shot out deep into her throat. Gently Rolando eases his cock out of her mouth as drips of cum trickle down her mouth. 

"I love the taste of your cum," Vicky said in a naughty way.

He turned her around in all fours and spread her ass cheeks open. With a gentle thrust his dick buried itself deep inside her lovely, wet pussy. 

"Oh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard Roland!"

Roland started to grip her waist and pulled her to him with every thrust, the slapping sound of their flesh started to get louder as the sucking sound of their love making is mixed with both of their sounds. 

"Ahhh aaahhh aaahh ooohhh oooohhh," Vicky moaned as her pussy is pounded faster and harder by the mercenary officer.

"Uh uh," groaned Roland as he slams her hard with every thrust, "What are you Vicky?"

"What, aaahh ahhhh anything you want me to be Roland," she replied with every hard and deep thrust.

"Tell me," he slams her harder with his cock every second or third thrust in that lovely cunt of hers.

"I'm your bitch aaaaahhh aaaaahh. I'm your whore oooohhh aaaaahhh," she replied loving the way how he fucks her pussy.

Again and again her pussy is pounded harder and faster by Rolando, the couch started to receive a continues drip of Vicky's slick love juice as it oozes out of her cunt and down to the couch. She whips her head side to side moaning in pleasure, her body started to convulse once again as another strong orgasm rocked her body.

"AAAAAHHHH!"

She collapsed on the couch as her body surrendered to the climax Rolando has made her body to reach. 

"I'm not done yet Vicky," he whispered to her ear as he kept pounding her pussy and his hands started to grab her breast and pinched her nipples.

"Oh shit aaaahhh oooohhh aaaaahhhh."

She gasps and panted for air after a few moans, her body kept rocking back and forth loving the way how she is fucked by him. 

Forget my fiancé! Roland can fuck me better than he does.

"Damn it aaaahhh oooohh aaaahhh shit!"

She moaned louder and louder as his dick pounds her pussy from behind, in and out, her body started to grind about to receive another strong doze of orgasm.

"I'm about to cum!"

At the same moment Rolando's dick shot his goo of cum deep inside her pussy as the hot seed poured inside her, Vicky's own orgasm rocked her.

"NYAAAHHHHH!"

He collapsed on the couch as she cuddled by him smiling at each other.

"Happy birthday, Vicky."

"This is the best birthday ever Roland."



Birthday Beach Bang



I kept my eyes tightly shut after stepping out of the steamy shower. I wasn't sure I could face the mirror this morning. I snuck a peek and was glad to see the steam had covered it completely. You see, the thing is, today is my 35th birthday. Not too long ago that was old - at least as far as I thought. Funny how things change, isn't it? 

I've been feeling especially old of late. Last month I dumped my worthless boyfriend, after catching him in the act of screwing out what little brains were in that twenty-something tramp next door. Maybe I am past my prime.

I finally mustered up the courage and walked into my bedroom to face the full length mirror. "Well, here goes nothing," I sighed. I took a long critical look, and a smile eventually crept onto my face. I've just turned 35, and maybe I still can turn a man's head. My tits are nice, round 34C's and they still defy gravity. My stomach is flat, my ass is firm and my figure is athletic. At 5' 9", I most certainly can't be called petite. 

I'm a natural brunette, but will sometimes go blonde. I go to the beach often, and since my favorite swimsuits are string bikini tops and the tiniest thong bottoms, I prefer not to have hair anywhere but on the top of my head. For those times that I'm a blonde, as I am now, this particular preference also helps keep my secret. My favorite feature however, is the pair of emerald green eyes I got from my Grandpa. Thanks Grandpa. You're the best.

I have plans to meet my girlfriends this evening for dinner. Until then, the day was mine. Not one to stay inside on such a beautiful day, I packed a few things and headed to my little beach hideaway. Mid-week and before the tourist season, I figured I would have the place almost to myself. 

Not long after I started to swim, I noticed that three boys had also decided that today was a day for the beach. Judging from their builds, they had to be in their mid twenties. Today, I consider any male under the age of 25 just a boy, but that doesn't mean they can't serve a purpose. A little tingle swept through my thong with that thought. 

I swam into shore, wandered over to my blanket, and began to dry myself off. I realized that I had an audience, so I purposely took my time drying my breasts and re-adjusting my thong. The "boys" tried to make it look as if they hadn't noticed, but the front of their swim trunks told a whole different story. 

I laid back on my towel to soak up some sun and fondly remembered another time I had that effect on such young studs. I had just taken my first real job. Fresh out of college, and full of ambition. It was an all girls college, so I was full of pent up sexual energy as well. 

My second week in the office and already I was scheduled to be in the executive suite all day to record the minutes of the partners' meeting. I stayed late after work the night before and I headed upstairs to the conference room, wanting to be fully prepared for tomorrow. I began to set the documents out on the large conference table, when I was surprised to hear the elevator ping. 

Two absolutely identical looking, strapping young men stepped out. I recognized them as Tony and Tom. Their dad was the head of the firm. After we went through the usual small talk and office gossip, we realized that everyone else was already gone for the day. A quick glance at each other, and a leering stare at me, and I knew something was up. 

We were taught at business school to dress to impress, and I took it to the extreme. Tight silk blouses, a little too short skirts and a little too high heels were all I had in my work wardrobe. The yearning look on their faces told me they approved. I don't remember exactly who made the first move, but before long, we were well into a group grope on the floor of the conference room.

The two of them were all over me, but they seemed to work as a well practiced team. Tom eagerly massaged my tits as Tony began to unbutton my skirt. They greedily undressed me and then themselves. Tony's cock was at least 9'' and since they were twins, I had almost 20'' of hard meat all to myself. 

I lowered myself to the lush, carpeted floor. I took my time, making sure my firm, dark nipples rubbed all the way down Tony's muscular back and over his gorgeous ass. He immediately knelt behind me. He started drilling his rod into my very wet slit, while I began to lick Tom's shaft from its head to its hilt. A few moments later, Tony drove his sturdy cock right up my ass. I gasped out loud and Tom plunged himself full into my mouth. 

They fell into what must be a well rehearsed rhythm and they soon had me moaning and squirming with delight. Those twins must do everything together, because just as I felt Tom's cock start to swell and quiver in my mouth, Tony let out a moan a pumped a hot load of cum deep in my ass. Within seconds, another blast of thick cum filled my mouth and I swallowed all that I could. 

When I soon stood up from the floor, they laid there and admired their work. Tony's load was now slowly running down my smooth inner thigh, while some of Tom's cum was dripping off my chin onto my tits. They were still smiling and stroking their semi hard cocks, when I suggested a double penetration on the conference table. They were more than happy to oblige. 

Tony lay down on his back in the middle of the table. I straddled him on my knees and I pushed my warm, wet slit onto his newly rock hard shaft. Tom came up, settled in behind me and took over pounding my ass. We were all practically screaming when we climaxed together. My cunt clamped tight onto Tony's cock and began to spasm while Tom thrust himself deep in my ass. Two more loads of hot cum came spewing forth into me while my clit throbbed with delight. 

After a while, we slowly disentangled ourselves and made our way to the executive washroom. We didn't shower all together, but instead, they each took a slow turn solo with me under the warm running water.

The next morning I had a hard time concentrating on my work at the partner's meeting. I couldn't help but picture the three of us going at it on that big oak table, right in front of where their father now sat. There's also no way he didn't notice their big, sly grins every time they stole a look at me.

A distant rumble of thunder interrupted my daydream. There was only one dark cloud overhead, so I decided I'd wait out the rain in one of the little huts that dotted the dunes. What I thought were the gusting winds of the cloudburst soon became distinct whisperings just outside the hut. I opened the door and there stood those same three "boys", now drenched by the sudden downpour. 

"Well, don't just stand there," I laughed. "Either get in here, or make a run for your car up in the lot." Slowly they shuffled in.

They all wore the same Varsity Volleyball tee shirts over their swim shorts. "Don't they teach you anything at that college," I teased them. "You should have at least learned to get in out of the rain." They mumbled something incoherent. "Well, it looks like we're going to be here a little while, so I guess we should get acquainted," I said. "I'm Shannon." 

"I'm Craig," the tallest one said. "This is Nick," he said, indicating the only blonde of the three, "And he's Jon. We didn't mean to intrude."

"It's all right," I said. "I didn't want to spend my birthday all by myself, anyway."

"Happy Birthday," they all said at once and then we all laughed. "I wish we knew that it was your birthday," Craig said, obviously the leader of this group. "We would have baked a cake, or brought you some presents." Nick rolled his eyes in disbelief. Jon just continued to stare at the floor.

I was still very aroused from my daydream, and figured why not treat myself on my birthday. Let's see if I've still got what a young man wants. "I don't know," I said. "It seems to me, I saw some presents in your pants pockets while I was drying myself off earlier." Their jaws all dropped. Just a little, but they definitely dropped. 

Craig seemed to be looking for something ingenious to say, when I said, "So, am I going to get to see these presents, or what? If you would be so kind as to unwrap my presents," I said, "We can get this birthday party started." 

They just looked from one to another in silence. Craig finally nudged Nick with an elbow, and said, "We love birthday parties, don't we guys?" A couple of silent nods were all that Nick and Jon could manage, but they all started to peel off their wet clothes. I undid my wrap, sat, and enjoyed the show.

Craig was, not surprisingly, the first to get totally nude. He immediately began to squeeze his cock in his hand, so it would appear longer after having shriveled a little in the cold rain. Nick was naked a moment later, similarly stroking his amazing young rod. Jon, who at first I thought might be too shy to go through with it, finally dropped his shorts to reveal to me, by far, the largest of my presents. I also noticed that he too preferred minimal amounts of body hair. Just a small tuft of dark, curly hair sat above the base of his exquisite shaft and perfectly bare balls.

"Well, well," I teased. "Aren't these all such lovely presents? I guess since you brought such nice presents for me, I should show you the party favors I have for you." 

I slowly stood and stepped toward their tanned naked bodies. I untied and slipped off my bikini top. The air was cool and my nipples instantly hardened. Craig and Nick hardened too. I caressed one breast, then the other, then both of them at once. I turned around and slowly wiggled out of my thong. I bent all the way over just to show off my ass, and then stood back up. When I turned back to face them fully nude, and they got a good look at my completely shaved mound, Jon was as hard as his buddies. 

I'll admit I was both nervous and excited at the thought of what was about to happen. We all just stood there admiring the views for a moment, when Craig finally broke the silence and asked, "What would the birthday girl like now?" 

"I would like to play with my presents," I said. "All of them, all at once."

I stepped up to them, knelt down and took Craig and Nick in each of my hands. I squeezed and stroked their cocks and used my tongue to toy with their swollen helmets. Jon stepped around behind me and began to massage my tits. He rolled my firmly erect nipples between his thumbs and forefinger and began to kiss the back of my neck. I could feel myself getting soaking wet. 

I motioned Nick to the floor just beneath me and he eased himself onto his back. I stayed on my knees and wriggled over his face. He didn't need any further coaxing. He immediately started to lick the juice that pooled in my slit and to do wondrous things with his tongue to my clit. I grasped the base of Craig's thin cock and started to lick it along its entire length. When he was good and wet I plunged it into my mouth and began to suck and swirl. 

I may have gone to an all girls college, but my roommate taught me how to suck cock like a pro. I quickly mastered all the tongue tricks she favored, and soon learned to take up to 8 inches of cock deep down my throat. Craig shuddered in appreciation of my talents, while I started to grind my clit against Nick' probing tongue. All the while, Jon kept massaging my tits and rolling my erect nipples in his fingers. He was pressing his smooth, massive cock against me and I could feel his pre-cum collecting on my back. 

Nick paused to take a breath, and I plunged two fingers into myself and brought them out covered in sweet cream. I offered them over my shoulder to Jon and he gladly sucked them clean.

"Hey, how 'bout some of that for me," Craig managed to say between grunts and moans. I never did stop sucking his cock after all. I quickly plunged my fingers back into my slit and gave Craig his taste.

"You like finger fucking, I see," Nick laughed. "Well, that's fine by me." Immediately I felt one, then two, and then a third finger start probing my dripping cunt. He kept driving all three of them into me while he alternated rubbing my throbbing clit with his thumb and his tongue. I felt the early shudders of orgasm wash over me again and again, and I thought Nick might just drown in my cream.

Craig yelled "OK Team, Rotate!" I laughed and remembered their Varsity tee shirts, now in a pile to my right. The team moved in one fluid motion. Nick slid out from under me and positioned himself in back. Jon came around to face me, and I got my first up close look at his giant, engorged member. Craig quickly dropped beneath me but, instead of his mouth, he positioned his cock under my slot. Just as well, because I really wanted a cock in me at this point. 

I sized up Jon and realized there was no way that thing was going to fit down my throat. I slurped down all that I could handle and began to move my head back and forth to fuck him with my mouth. I just started pumping his shaft with one of my hands, when I felt Craig shove his cock up into my dripping cunt. He grabbed my hips and pulled me down until his shaft was buried deep within me. He started to lift me up and pull me back down onto his cock. I used my free hand to rub my clit furiously as an orgasm started to crash over me. I stopped sucking on Jon just long enough to cry out in ecstasy.

I was literally shoving Jon's cock back into my mouth when I heard Nick yell, "Hey Craig, make some room. I'm tired of just jerking myself off while you two have all the fun."

"There's one more opening back there," I managed to say before the next orgasm turned my speech into gibberish. Nick managed to get Craig to stop fucking me long enough to wipe his own cock along my dripping pussy. Now fully coated with my cream, Nick slowly pushed his full shaft into my ass. When he was all the way in, Craig resumed slamming himself into me.

Here I was. My 35th birthday and I'm air tight with three young studs in me at once. Jon is in my mouth, Craig is fucking me hard and fast, and Nick has his cock buried deep in my ass. I am completely full and the orgasms start rolling over me in rapid succession.

As great as all this felt, I think I surprised myself more than the others, when I was the one who yelled, "OK Team, Rotate!" They moved as swiftly as before, almost as if they were programmed to shift at this command. 

Craig shimmied himself out from under me and took up position behind me. Jon slipped beneath me in the same instant. Nick scooped up a wet beach towel and quickly wiped himself off. He practically ran over to position himself in front of me. I was still on all fours, just waiting for this next round.

I took a slow, deliberate look at my now panting and sweaty companions. I was now certain that this round would be the best. I could easily fit Nick's entire cock quite snug down my throat. Craig's thinner shaft would be an absolute pleasure pumping my ass, and I was more than ready to stuff Jon into my wet and pleading slot.

First, I soaked Nick's cock with my lips and tongue. I then slowly slipped its entire length in my mouth. Next, Craig slid his shaft up my ass with relative ease, as he was still covered in my thick juices. At last, I lowered myself onto Jon, taking his long, thick pole fully into my cunt.

I stopped slurping on Nick just long enough to tell Craig that he was the motion man for this round. I told him to slowly and firmly pump his cock into and out of my ass. His thrusts slid Nick in and out of my mouth, while they also rocked my clit back and forth over Jon. I groaned and shuddered as he steadily quickened his pace. Air tight once again; I had one orgasm after another.

Jon was masterfully rubbing my clit. His large, thick fingers felt almost as good as when I did it myself. My juices ran down the base of his thick, shaved post and quickly covered his bare sac. Nick was now squeezing my tits. I could tell he was surprised by how firm they felt in his grasp. My nipples grew even harder as he matched the slow, firm squeeze I was putting on his cock with my tongue. I started to fondle his balls, and I felt him swell in my mouth. By now, Craig was starting to slow down his thrusts and Jon was beginning to moan as loudly as Nick.

"If you're ready to cum boys," I said, "Then I'm ready too. Let's not waste even one drop of it." 

They quickly disengaged. I was now kneeling upright and they circled in front of me, vigorously pumping their cocks. I giggled as I thought to myself; I want the next part of my birthday present all over my birthday suit.

"I'm the birthday cake boys," I teased. "It's time for some frosting."

Immediately, Nick began to spurt. When I felt the first warm blast hit me, I looked down to see a perfect shot centered between my tits. I heard another groan and my left nipple disappeared under a thick blanket of hot cum. Craig screamed and began spraying his load all over my stomach. Nick, by now, had completely covered my left tit and kept on pumping. I looked up just in time to see Jon smile and open his eyes. The first shot hit my neck and drizzled over my right tit. He aimed his enormous cock at my tits and blasted them with a tremendous load of rich, steamy cum. I couldn't count how many shots of the wonderful white stuff hit me after that, but eventually their balls ran dry.

When they finally stopped pumping their cocks, I looked up at them and then down at myself. Only a dribble of fluid was clinging to the tip of each of their shafts, but there was now an immense load of hot cum all over my tits and my stomach. It ran down my belly, overflowed my navel, and mingled with my own juice between my legs. I took a finger full from between my tits and savored the salty taste.

"Time for my massage, men," I said to them as I lay back onto the floor. I arched my back and my breasts heaved up at them. I felt their combined load start to drip from my slit and trickle over my ass. I could barely see my erect nipples poking through the warm white ooze. I started rubbing the hot cum that covered my tits. As their fluids squished between my fingers, my pussy began to tingle once more. They kneeled down and took over kneading my tits and rubbing their cum all over my body. They smeared it down my thighs and over my chest and shoulders. They took turns placing their fingers in my mouth. I hungrily cleaned off each and every one of them.

What girl doesn't love a full body rub down? A cum rub down from three guys at once, is a birthday gift I would highly recommend. Small waves of pleasure began to build deep within me again. When one of them began rhythmically rubbing cum into my mound, my clit started to throb with an urgent need. 

"I need one of you to help me finish," I gasped. "The first one of you to get fully erect can have me for yourself."

These three were so competitive. They quickly moved off and began to stroke themselves vigorously. I sat up and spread my legs for them, the glistening prize in full view. I rubbed my eager clit while three semi-hard cocks were being furiously pumped in a race to get into me. I was certain it would be Craig who got there first. What a surprise it was to see Jon and his enormous shaft walking toward me. I guess he's not so shy after all.

He gently laid me on my back and raised my knees. I lifted up on my elbows so that I could watch. He grasped his cock at its base and started to tease my clit with his helmet. My pussy quivered in response to his touch. I gasped as he slipped inch after inch of his wonderful cock into my cunt until it disappeared inside me.

Slowly at first, but then with increasing speed, he plowed into me. My ass was sliding around in the cum that had pooled beneath me. He grabbed my hips and held tight, continuing to drive cock into me. His breath quickened as did the force of his thrusts. I wanted to grab his smooth, round ass and pull him in even harder, but it was beyond my reach. 




Birthday Bedroom Orgy



We married young. My wife, Bianca, had promised me a surprise for my twenty-fourth birthday. I had expected a surprise party, but there was nobody in the house when we got home from work. I had no idea what to expect, but I had a feeling that it was going to be a memorable night.

She looked absolutely beautiful that night, wearing her long straight black hair down, and in a sexy cocktail dress. Bianca and I met at the gym and we were both in great shape. She had large supple breasts and a flat stomach and thin waist that led down to a tight round ass. 

As for me, I was in the best shape of my life. I'd finally achieved the six-pack I was after, and had the pecs and arms I'd worked so hard for. I wasn't huge, but I was fit and defined. She had prepared an amazing dinner. After we ate, Bianca led me upstairs to the bedroom. 

We sat down on the bed and started making out. As we kissed, she started unbuttoning my shirt. I stopped and looked over at the bedroom door.

"Did you hear something?" I asked.

She replied. "No. Relax. It's your birthday." 

She started unbuttoning the rest of my shirt and pulled it out of my pants. She pulled it off me, firmly. She started kissing down my neck and shoulders, down to my chest, and nipples. I lay down on the bed, and she leaned over me, her long silky hair brushed against my naked torso. 

She quickly unbuckled my belt and opened up my pants. I lifted my hips up as she yanked my pants and underwear down to my ankles. I quickly kicked them off and lay completely naked on the bed.

She stood up and slowly slipped out of her dress. As I suspected she wasn't wearing any underwear. My cock was already semi-hard at the thought of what was going to happen next. Bianca leaned over and started licking the head of my growing dick.

"Yeah!" I heard a male voice howl in the doorway. I quickly turned to the door to see a group of naked people watching me. Beth and Julie, and Amy and Tom. Tom was already hard and stroking his dick. Amy's hands were all over him. 

"Happy birthday, Bobby!" Amy said.

Beth had long straight brown hair and piercing blue eyes. She could easily be a model or porn star, if she wanted to. Julie had long dirty blonde hair and pouty lips. Both women had perfect tits and hard nipples. 

Bianca looked up from my penis and let the engorged head pop out of her mouth. "Come on in, guys", she said. She turned to me with a mischievous grin. "Happy Birthday, Honey."

Tom and Amy stepped into the room and started making out, pressing their naked bodies against each other.

Beth and Julie came right up to the bed beside me as Bianca resumed sucking and licking my throbbing cock.

"Hey girls." I said.

Julie leaned over and kissed me passionately. She smelled great. "Hey Birthday Boy", she said as she slipped down to her knees by the bed. 

Beth ran her hands over my chest and nipples and up and down my abs, sending chills down my body. Beth leaned over and started licking and sucking on my nipples. I had no idea just how sensitive they were until she went at them with her tongue.

Bianca traded places with Julie, who started jerking me off hard, before going down on my stiff erection. "Aaaahhh..." I let out as she bobbed her head on my shaft. As I looked over, I saw Tom and Amy. They were watching. Amy was jerking Tom's cock and they both had smiles on their faces. I smiled back, then closed my eyes and lay my head back.

The sucking stopped and I opened my eyes to see Beth take Julie's place. Julie and Bianca both kneeled by the bed. Bianca kissed me and my neck and shoulders while Julie ran her hands across my tensing body. 

I reached over and cupped Julie's breasts. I gently squeezed and rolled them around in my palm. Then I pinched her nipples. Julie licked her way up my abs, between my pecs, and up to my mouth. We kissed deeply. Then Julie stepped back. 

Beth straddled me and pushed her warm moist pussy down on my hard cock. As I slipped deeper into her pussy, she squealed. Then she slowly rode me. I reached over and grabbed her by the waist, guiding her up and down.

"Yeah, ride him, baby", Bianca encouraged.

"How's that feel, man?" Tom asked.

"Fuckin' awesome," I replied.

Julie and Bianca both took their turns riding me. They wouldn't let me get on top, saying it was my birthday, and I shouldn't have to do any of the work.

"It's all about you, tonight, baby." Julie said. The three of them started sucking on my cock and balls. They jerked me off and licked the head and shaft, down to my scrotum. Just looking down my body at these three hot girls going down on me was pushing me over the edge. Julie and Beth moved over beside me and just watched as Bianca continued her sucking. I grabbed the base of my dick. She did the same as she took most of it down her throat.

"Let it out, Bobby..." Beth said gently.

"Come on" Julie added "Cum all over her face."

"Ah" I grunted as I grabbed my dick and started jerking off, slapping it against Bianca's tongue and lips.

"Yeah!" Tom said as he and Amy looked on.

I looked around at the orgy in our own bedroom, then looked down at my loving wife as she waited for my cum. As I pumped my penis, every muscle in my body flexed and contracted.

I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock and balls. Bianca did the same.

"Oh.... fuck! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah!" I yelled out as I shot my load up into her mouth and all over her face. I was jerking so frantically, I shot cum up onto my abs and a stream slowly dribbled down my shaft. Bianca went to work, licking it all up.

I looked over to see Tom humping Amy against the wall. They were breathing heavily and I could tell he was cumming, too.

I lay down completely spent.

"Great party, Rob!" Tom said as he took Amy by the hand and left the room. 

"Happy Birthday" Amy called out as they started down the stairs.

Beth and Julie each gave me a kiss as they stood up. They each ran a finger over my abs to swipe up drops of cum and sucked my juice off their fingers.

"Mmmm" they said as they left.

"Thanks girls, see you tomorrow." Bianca said. She turned to me with a smile, then crawled up on top of me and just lay on top of me kissing me.

"Thank you..." I said.

"Your welcome, sweetie." She said as she lay her head down on my chest, running her hands across my pecs.

It was a birthday I will never forget. 



Birthday Blindfold



Tim was turning thirty today. Around the office several gags were placed for him to find as he went about his workday. A can of Ensure was placed in lieu of his lunch in the refrigerator in the break room. A cane was placed by the office door “just in case”. Coke bottle glasses on his desk in case his vision was deteriorating. Ex-lax in his desk drawer, along with a medic alert tag that just said “old fart”. 

It seemed everyone in the office knew and was in on the joke. Tim took them all in stride and laughed at some. The fake Viagra pills were promptly taken and he made a big deal about chasing some of his female co-workers around the area. When he couldn’t catch one he “settled” for Jim from accounting. This brought out a huge roar of laughter. But once inside his office away from his friends Tim wasn’t so enthusiastic about the milestone.

“Tim?” Came a soft voice. It was Janet his secretary. He pretended not to hear her.

“Tim?” She repeated. Slowly he looked up.

“EH?” He continued joking. “Hold on let me get my aid!” He proceeded to roll up a piece of paper and stuck it to his ear. “Now what did you say you young whipper-snapper?” He said in a fake old voice. She shook her head at his clowning.

Janet was a whippersnapper she had just turned 20 and only been his secretary for about six months. She was a petite red head with dark green eyes. Her hair did not describe her temperament however as she was usually very hard to anger. She had a willing smile and was always up for a good joke, regardless of how tasteless it was. She was very attractive and the guys in the office gave him a hard time when the boss assigned her to him. They said she was some “company perk”. Tim shrugged it off. Tim had found her attractive, even a gay man would find her sexy, but Tim was in love with his wife of seven years. Completely. 

The guys in the office didn’t understand it when Tim would decline trips to the strip club to go home to the wife. Of course they didn’t realize that his wife was a nympho! Why would he go elsewhere when he was getting more than he bargained for at home? His wife Linda stood almost six feet tall and met him eye to eye in just about everything, and this included sex. He had never been with a woman that wanted sex more than he did. She was also stunning. She turned more than one head at the office parties.

“Yes Janet?” Tim said putting the paper down and becoming serious when he found his joke had no effect on her. She sauntered over to his desk, a walk that did not go unnoticed by Tim. She came around to his side of the desk, something she rarely did. Tim began to get prepared for another office prank as he looked around suspiciously and leaned back in his chair. Janet leaned up against his desk, her skirt was shorter today than usual and he could see more of her firm thighs. Her purple low cut cashmere sweater hugged her smallish breast tightly. Tightly enough that he could make out the outline of her nipples which stood out a little in the fabric. The image made him swallow hard.

“So you are thirty.” She stated more than asked. “What is it like?” Her green eyes pierced his and he was left momentarily at a loss for words. He saw passion there in her deep greens. When did this come on? He pushed the thought from his mind.

“The same as 20 only you are a little slower.” He said trying to focus on her face rather than her shapely body. If this was a joke it was a good one.

“Any big plans?” She asked smiling at his discomfort.

“No not really, gonna go home I am sure Linda has something in mind.” He said returning to work to keep from becoming any more aroused by this woman. The smell of her perfume wafted around him and for a second he closed his eyes and inhaled. A soft flowery smell.

“Did you need something?” He asked trying to put her out of his head. She dropped a Fed-Ex package on his desk and brushed his hand with hers as she withdrew it. Tim looked at it for a moment. Janet leaned close to him.

“Happy birthday, I hope she gives you something you really like!” With that Janet made her way out of Tim’s office. Tim exhaled deeply to cleanse his mind.

“Fuck me!” He gasped. He rubbed his forehead then absently touched his cock, which was semi hard. He shook his mind to remove the cobwebs from them. He opened the “Letter” envelope and peered inside. He pulled out a blindfold and a letter. The writing he recognized immediately as the graceful strokes of his wife. He smiled at it, already having an idea of what she had in mind. He loved the way she was thinking! He opened the letter and a picture fell out. He looked at it and there stood his wife, completely nude! He almost drooled at the sight of her. She stood there with some rope and a bottle of lubricant. She was naked except for her beaming smile. The look in her eyes was pure passion. He went from semi hard to completely hard in record time! He read the letter.

Hello sexy! 

I thought I would send you this birthday package with an idea of what you have in store for tonight. Now I know what you are thinking, and no you can not come home now! That would mess up my plan. And you wouldn’t want to do that, would you? Just continue working and trust me everything is ready for you. When you get home tonight I want you to come inside. But once inside I want you to put the blindfold on and wait for me. Trust me I will be waiting! Don’t come home early, as this would spoil the surprise. And trust me you will love it! That is all for now, hope you like the pic. Until later! 

Hornily yours’

Linda

Tim looked at the picture again. Hell maybe thirty wasn’t going to be so bad after all! Tim slid the pic and the blindfold into his jacket for later. The rest of the day was excruciatingly slow. Tim could do no work as he thought of scenario after scenario of what might lay ahead of him. Finally at 3:00 PM Janet stuck her head in the door.

“Need anything before I go home?” Tim looked up and shook his head with a smile. He had all he needed at home but it was still another hour away. “Goodnight then!” Janet left. Tim got up and went to his jacket pocket and pulled the picture out. He thought about going into the bathroom with it and taking care of himself but forced himself not to. He looked at it. Who took the picture? He wondered. It was not one he had taken of her. Odd. 

Four finally came and Tim nearly ran over the guard as he left. Forcing himself to drive the speed limit he made his way home. He went in and doing as he was told placed the blindfold on. He waited a few moments for Linda to come and he was about call out when he felt her hands on him.

“Good boy!” She said to him about his following orders.

“Trying, but with the pic you sent it made it difficult to be that way. I almost had to rape my secretary!”

“Well my dear, rape involves an unwilling partner! And I doubt any woman could turn you down!” She pressed her lips to his before he had a chance to answer. Her tongue slipped easily into his mouth and found his. He put his arms around her but she quickly broke the kiss.

“No-no-no!” She scolded “no hands!” Tim nodded in compliance. She hooked her fingers in his belt and led him through the house to the bedroom. Tim carefully made his way following her. She slowly began to undress him and kissed his skin as that part of his body was uncovered. She started with his shirt, kissing his chest and sucking on his nipples. Then came his trousers, she nibbled on his hard cock through his briefs.

“You have been thinking of me today haven’t you?” She said as she rubbed his cock. From her knees she kissed the hair on his belly that was a trail to his cock. Slowly she pulled his underwear down, his cock rubbed her face as she kissed his pubic hair around his cock and made her way down his thigh before returning up the other thigh. She then kissed his balls gently and licked up his rigid shaft. He sucked in a deep breath of air. She licked the head alone for a second or two. Teasing. She then brought her mouth down on his shaft. He emitted a moan. She stopped and stood up, pressing against his chest she pushed him to the bed. He scooted to the center as she began to tie his hands to the posts.

“What are you doing?” He asked playfully knowing full well what she was doing.

“Let’s just say I don’t want you to spoil your surprise until I decide to let you see it. If I decide to let you see it!” She said licking his ear lobe.

“IF?” He questioned. She tied his feet up as well. The knots were tight he could tell by the way she pulled on them. His body was overcome by goosebumps as the eroticism of the moment overwhelmed him. He then felt her straddle his chest, he could feel her pubic hair against his chest as she moved upward to his head. With a knee to either side of his head and her feet in his armpits she lowered herself onto his face. He ate ravenously! The soft musky smell of her womanhood combined with her perfume made her delectable. She began to rock on his face as she let out soft moans. Tim dug his tongue into her as he searched for her clit. She jumped when he hit it. He again began to lick. Every so often hitting her love bud causing her to gasp and jump. He was in heaven! She grabbed his hair and pulled his head closer. He felt another pair of hands on him causing him to jump.

“Relax!” His wife said soothingly “It is just your birthday present!” Tim felt another’s mouth envelop his cock and the feeling made him almost explode. Linda began to rock on Tim’s face as he took up his oral pleasure on her with renewed vigor! She began to breathe harder and harder, she rocked faster and faster. The grip on his hair became tighter as her orgasm approached. Tim began to feel his balls tighten as the thought of another woman along with his wife riding his face made him almost crazy! Who was this woman giving him head? 

Her mouth was warm, as she sucked his manhood. The head first then slowly she would drop down his shaft until she had all of him in her mouth. She would hold him there massaging it with her throat. Linda turned around and began to ride his face harder. Tim went from her clit licking backwards until he dove his tongue in her anus. She would press downward when he put it there driving his tongue as deeply as it would go. The woman below stopped her sucking and for a moment the coolness of the air was the only thing he felt. But then he felt the bed move as she straddled him. Slowly she impaled herself on him. The change of temperature almost sent him over the edge. But the woman sat there for a while, fully impaled on him. She began to rock on him slowly after both had relaxed a bit. The cum that was building in Tim’s balls was becoming quite the load.

“Isn’t his cock wonderful?” Linda asked this secrete woman.

“Ummm-humm!” Was the reply. Tim desperately wanted to know who it was! He began to thrust upward meeting her. She began to go faster. Tim began to hear the sounds of kisses. Oh my god! Tim thought, they are kissing each other! He couldn’t feel their hands, were they touching each other as well? God he wanted this mask off! He wanted to watch!

“Yea that’s it baby fuck her!” Linda said noticing the increased tempo. The woman began to meet his strokes as she rode him. Linda also speeded up, she was really grinding when her body began to shake as she erupted in orgasm on Tim’s face. Tim lapped greedily tasting her sweet mess. Linda rolled off and the woman riding him leaned forward and kissed him deeply, her tongue licking the sweet mess from his cheeks and their shared it when she put her tongue in his mouth. 

He felt his wife get off the bed and wondered where she was going. But he didn’t have to wonder for very long as he felt her tongue on his balls and occasionally she would lick up his available shaft and this woman’s box. This sent the woman into a frenzy as her own orgasm hit. She ground down hard on Tim riding out her orgasm as Linda helped lick the juices coming out around the side of Tim’s cock. This sensation was too much.

“Oh god I am going to cum!” He announced. The woman pulled herself off of him and then he could feel two pairs of hands and two mouths taking turns stoking him. With a growl Tim shot his load into the air. The two women caught some in their mouths and on their faces and they proceeded to lick Tim and each other clean. Tim lay motionless enjoying the moment as he breathed heavily. He waited for one of them to remove his blindfold to reveal his birthday gift. Tim was at half-mast and was waiting impatiently.

“I say we get him hard again and fuck him some more!” Linda suggested. The other woman only giggled in agreement.

“Hey how about this mask?” Tim asked.

“No not yet!” Linda admonished. With two talented mouths, it took very little time before they had Tim fully erect again. He could hear the two women whispering.

“What is going on down there?” Tim asked.

“Well she wants to try and put your cock in her ass, is that ok?” Linda asked knowing it would be. Tim could only nod.

“Can I watch?” He asked.

“No but she says she had never had a cock in her ass before so you definitely will be able to feel it.” Linda began to pour the lube on Tim’s cock and by the sounds of the smacking she was applying it to the woman as well. He felt a hand on his cock holding is steady. The woman straddled him again and he could feel his head against her anus. Slowly the woman sat down on his massive head. Once the ring collapsed around his head she sucked in a painful breath and held it there. He could feel the woman forcing her muscles to relax around his size. She was trying to anyway. But the pain kept causing her to tense up. Slowly she lowered herself onto him. Inch by inch. When she sat fully upon him she sat there.

“God it burns!” She hissed. Tim still could not make out the voice. She would have to say something without whispering for him to recognize her. After a few moments she began to lift her hips slowly. The tightness of her anus forced it to pull outward as she lifted up. She increased her pace as she grew more accustomed to his size although the pain never fully left. As she relaxed it lessened. Linda sat back down on Tim’s face and he began to lick her again. Bringing her to orgasm brought him to the verge and as he announced his orgasm the mystery woman sat completely down on him, his cock bucked in her tight anus, spewing its seed deep with in her. 

She sat still and then slowly lifted herself off when she was sure he was done. She paused as she neared his head and winced. Then she quickly pulled off, the searing pain was hard. But it had the same effect of pulling a band-aid off quickly. There was silence in the room as the two women cleaned themselves up, then they cleaned Tim. After a few moments the mask was slowly taken off and Linda planted a deep kiss on him. Tim looked about he room and saw no one.

“Where is she?” He asked his wife who stroked his hair.

“She decided that she didn’t want you to know just yet. She said she would let you know in her ‘own little way’” Linda said with a wink.

“Was it someone we know?” Tim asked as she released him from the ropes.

“Oh yes, we know her well even before today!”

“You realize I won’t be able to look at any woman we know without wondering if it was her!” Tim said exasperated. 

“I know. Happy birthday old man!” Linda said with a wicked smile.



Birthday Blindfold Ganbang



Note to reader, condoms are used at all times!

My wife Tracy and I would read and look through several adult male magazines every month and often use it to spice up our sex life and add to our new adventures. 

Tracy and I have always enjoyed wild and uninhibited sex, but until that day we had only involved a few of my friends in our lovemaking. We had talked many times about getting it on with other people, and Tracy knew that I liked to fantasize about watching her with several men. 

Tracy would say that she thought it would be exciting if the men were total strangers, and she had no idea who they were. But these were just fantasies, and so they remained until I decided to make them come true on her birthday.

I was working on a project for my company that summer that involved being around a group of construction workers. I approached some of them with my idea, and when I showed them pictures of my wife they were quite enthusiastic. I set up the deal for the night of Tracy's birthday.

We had dinner at our favorite restaurant that evening, and then went dancing at a club, where we had a few drinks and stayed until closing. On the way home we started fooling around in the car, and by the time we got there we were both hotter then firecrackers. Once Tracy gets going, she has to get laid.

Once at home I stripped Tracy and began to fool around with her. When I got her naked I told her that I had a surprise for her, but that she would have to trust me and go along with what I had in mind. She looked at me kind of funny, but said okay. She asked if I was going to get undressed too, but I said, "Not yet." I then blindfolded her and tied her hands behind her back. I led her out of the house and into the garage, still naked, and guided her into the front seat of my pickup. I could tell she was getting really hot. Even I had a hard-on.

As I pulled out of the garage she asked where we going, and I told her to wait and see—or not see. Then she asked if I had brought anything for her to wear, and when I said no, she just moaned.

A short distance from our house we came to a dirt road off the main highway, which I had explored in the past. It ran through an area of woods, and a little way along there was a small clearing, which was pretty much hidden from sight. I turned in there. 

When I parked the truck, Tracy asked me where we were, but I didn't answer her. Instead, I helped her out of the truck, untied her hands and the tied them over her head from a tree limb. At that point I reminded her of the fantasies we had talked about, and asked her if she was ready for her birthday present.

Tracy was kind of shaking, but I could tell that it was with excitement. She could have backed out then and I would have called the whole thing off, but she didn't. She enthusiastically said yes.

I took out my cell phone and called Victor, one of the guys who were waiting down the road, and told him we were ready. I had showed him the spot earlier.

As Tracy heard the car drive in and stop, she began to rub her legs together and moan, saying that she felt like a slut. But she wasn't complaining. 

Victor and three of his friends got out of the car and walked up to Tracy, who was still tied and blindfolded. They immediately started making remarks about how sexy she was and how she was giving them all hard-ons. Then they began running their hands over her body, pinching and pulling her tits and rubbing her pussy, until she was panting and almost too weak to stand. 

Victor told her to spread her legs, which she did, and they proceeded to finger her pussy and ass. Finally they released her hands and she sank down to her knees, moaning with excitement.

Victor started things off by feeding his cock into her mouth. When they saw how eagerly she sucked on it, the guys couldn't hold back. For the next half hour, Victor and his three friends proceeded to use my wife's mouth for their enjoyment. They circled around her head and just kept on switching places when one of them got close to cumming. Two of the four however were not able to hold off, thus either cumming straight into Tracy's mouth or all other her face and tits. 

When they had enough of that, they had her lie on her back on the ground and took turns fucking her pussy like there was no tomorrow. I had gone to the car to get some blankets and pillows, but the guys said that they wanted to fuck the bitch right there on the bare ground. They did use the pillows to raise her pussy higher from the ground for deeper penetration. One guy would fuck her pussy while another would be using her mouth, and the other two would have her hand wrapped around their dicks keeping them hard. Of course like any gang-bang, the guys would make comments calling her every name in the book, and asking her if she liked getting gang-banged. 

When Victor was done fucking my wife, he came over and sat with me. He was still naked, so I thought that he was probably going to have another round with my wife. It turned out to be true a short time later. We just sat and talked while watching his three buddies fucking my wife like a pack of starving wolves. 

Two surprising things happened at this time. First Victor got a call in which he stood up and walked out of hearing range until the call was over. The second thing was that the guy fucking my wife, dismounted, pulled his condom off his dick, told my wife to open her mouth wide, and then squeezed the cum out of the condom into her mouth. In about twenty or so minutes, the other two guys had done the same thing. 

While the guys all sat back to recover, my wife was lying there playing with her tits and fingering her pussy still. The guys commented on what a slut she was. Victor then laughing stating that it was a good thing that he had called in some reinforcements. I then announced that it was my turn to have a go at her. 

I turned her over doggie style, and just plunged my dick into her used cunt in one stroke. I was still amazed at how tight her hole was after being fucked four times already. From watching all the action, I knew that I wasn't going to last long, so I pulled out of her hole, and into her tight fucking ass. The guys came over to watch me fucking her ass and played with her swaying tits while doing so. I only lasted a few strokes before I unloaded into her ass. When I pulled away, Tracy just lay there saying how dirty of a slut she felt like.

The guys gave her a couple of minutes to rest, then to get them aroused again, they asked her to dance naked to the music from the car radio. This was awkward, since she was still blindfolded, but she did it anyway. She wasn't half way into the first song when a car drove up and two other guys got out. Victor called them over and introduced them to me. He said that since they have done a great job, he was going to give them a treat, my wife. The two new guys striped off their clothes and sat down watching my wife still stripping.

When they all had their hard-ons back, they put her on her hands and knees and fucked her two at a time, one from behind and one in her mouth. By this time Tracy was out of control, moaning loudly and urging the guys on, telling them to fuck her harder, to come in her cunt and her mouth. Finally she yelled, "Oh god, someone do my ass!" By the end of the night, they all fucked her ass.

Victor had the two new guys go first, and then he and the original three had their turn with my wife. When they finished, the other two had another go with her with one of them, going a third round.

My wife was so thoroughly fucked, that I had to almost carry her back to the car. She was put through all the paces and in every position that I could have imagined. She was dirty from being fucked on the ground. She had dried and drying cum on her face, in her hair, on her tits, stomach and pubic hair. She was a mess but a beautiful mess. I loved her even more now then ever.

It was my complete fantasy come true, seeing my wife being gang-banged by six guys; and it was Tracy's too, since she could not see the guys and would never know who they were.

After the guys left Tracy begged me to fuck her too. She didn't have to ask twice since I had a huge load built up from watching all the guys fuck her senseless. I left the blindfold on as I fucked her ass again; blowing a load I had been holding in all night that was bigger then the first.

We then got back into the truck and drove home. I had to put a blanket on the seat, because she had come running out of everywhere. Once in the house, I finally took the blindfold off. After Tracy took a shower, she gave me a long, lingering kiss and thanked me for giving her the best birthday present she'd ever had.



Birthday Bliss



Thanks for reading and please drop me a note telling me how you enjoyed it. Feel free to try some of my other stories as well. I wrote this on my birthday last Wed.

It wasn’t a bad day at all as birthday’s go. I was just returning to work after lunch in my car. The sun was shining brightly and the temperatures had finally warmed up to the point where the ladies had shed their winter coats as they strolled into Starbucks. 

I often grabbed a burger and parked here to watch the endless stream of middle American women walk in and out dressed in their business attire. 

Today had been excellent as many of the coats had been left at home. 

I pulled into a parking space and shut off the engine still imagining the little blond hottie I saw just before I had left, long shapely legs wrapped in black stockings shaped by a moderately high heel. A knee length business skirt hugged her gracefully curved hips and a light silk blouse let her c cup breasts sway seductively as she walked. 

Once I got back to work a sat a moment thinking what it would be like to play with her.

I got out of the truck and began my journey inside to my office when I spotted her again out of the corner of my eye. 

She was striding down the sidewalk toward the same door I was and I hastened to make sure I arrived at the same time. She beat me by a step and I reached for the door as she grabbed the id hanging on a lanyard around her neck, bent down to the waist level scanner and slid the card through the slot. 

Those lovely breasts hung invitingly as I looked directly down her shirt. My mouth went dry and I was just about to lick my lips when she tossed her hair over to one side and looked directly into my eyes. 

Busted!

She smiled crookedly as I tried in vain to appear disinterested. 

“What, do you think it’s your birthday?” She asked in a semi serious but playful voice. 

Trying to recoup all measure of respect I met her gaze and actually responded “Well, Uh actually it is now that you mention it.” 

She smiled again as she breezed past me and through the door I held open. Her perfume was captivating, light and airy but with the spicy hint of pleasures to come. 

She walked purposefully across the lobby and I sensed our discussion was over as I followed her deeper inside the building. I stayed a step or three behind and admired the way her hips rolled as she walked. A slit in the back of the skirt offered me a tease of thigh ever so often. Looking up I noticed she was heading once again for the same door I was, the door to the stairwell. 

I took a couple of quick steps and reached around her to grasp the handle and pull the door open as she stepped inside. Again she flashed her smile and my erection painfully strained at my pants as I focused on the deep red lipstick she wore. 

Through the door she began to ascend the stairs, each step her skirt rode higher up on her thigh and I could just make out the stocking top through the slit. I started up after her when suddenly I realized that she was no longer moving. I stopped just one step below and as she quickly turned I found myself staring directly eye level with her delectable chest. 

“Well my friend.” She started sexily “Since it Is your birthday and all, perhaps we should unwrap your present.”

Looking down into my eyes she reached up and started to unbutton her blouse. This time I did lick my lips and she smiled again. 

“So tell me, don’t you want to play with your present?” she teased as she pulled her blouse slowly open. I reached up and cupped her lace bra in my hands, my fingers laying across her smooth honey skin on top. They hung fairly free despite the bra, firm enough to need little support, which allowed them their mesmerizing sway.

She reached forward and pulled me by the tie until my face was buried in her breasts. I marveled at the softness.

She stepped past me and led me by the tie to the bottom of the stairwell, turning to the left away from the door she pulled me into a small empty alcove made by the rise of the stairs and partially shielded from the door.

She pushed me into the corner and reached to unclasp her bra. “Be good, and you’ll have fun birthday boy, but there is a limit to what we can do.” With that she pulled me down and I took her nipple into my lips. I suckled gently then released and swirled my tongue around the tip, sucked again and flipped my tongue back and forth across it. She moaned and reached to undo my belt. 

I couldn’t believe what was happening as her tiny hand reached in and pulled me out through my boxers. She stroked me gently as I continued to knead her tits, rolling the nipples through my fingers till she pulled away. 

She stepped back and smiled again as she reached down and worked her skirt up and above her thighs. I could make out the small golden strip of her pussy through the sheer black material. She reached down again for my cock and I noticed a line of pre cum as it slid across the palm of her hand. 

Dropping to her knees she looked up into my eyes. Those deep pools of green held me riveted as she licked the juice I had already leaked from the tip. Slowly she slid her rich red lips down my shaft. The contrast of the red upon my light cock was almost enough to bring me off alone. Once she reached as far down as she could go she dropped her hands and placed them behind her back, moving her whole body to work up and down my cock. She looked deeply into my eyes and I was startled to see her do what I most loved in a blow job, look completely submissive with no hand to control the depth of my thrusts. 

I groaned and closed my eyes laying my head back trying not to explode to quickly. She slowed allowing me to catch myself and then the door opened.

We froze as we heard the conversation of coworkers returning from lunch. I tried not to breathe as the little bitch began once again to service me, almost daring me to make a sound. I watched as the legs moved up the stairs and actually saw right up a dress as it quickly passed overhead. 

I looked down and almost saw a smile as my stranger closed her eyes and gasped. I looked down and saw why; she had slid a finger along the edge of her panties and was working it deep within her silky pussy. The other hand cupped her breast and tugged and pinched at the nipple. Her eyes opened and it seemed each time she opened her mouth to groan she would shove more of my hardness down her throat. 

She worked faster and faster, her hand making small circles when suddenly she tipped her head back and came hard. I couldn’t take it anymore, the sight of this luscious blond business woman , her ruby lips surrounding my cock as a slight squealing gasp escaped her in her orgasm, was too much. I erupted with her, my cum blasting forth and muffling her gasps as it filled her mouth too quickly for her to swallow. A small trickle escaped dripping from the corner of her mouth. Slumping slightly I struggled to stay on my feet, my wet cock slipping from the warmth of her lips.

She smiled again pulling her hand out of her panties and used them to blot at her wet pussy. She hooked a thumb on either side and slid the wispy material to her knees then rose to her feet letting them slither down the rest of the way. She stepped out with one foot and used the other to lift her panties up behind her and reached back grabbing them. 

She leaned close pressing her tits to my chest, looked up into my eyes with a please fuck me stare. She kissed me deeply, my own cum smeared between our chins “By the way, your wife say’s Happy Birthday and dinner is at 6.” She paused to wipe my drippings with her panties before stuffing them into my shirt pocket, “I am to arrive at 7:30 and your wife and I will give you a show soon after. Now go back to work Jason.”

With that she turned and walked up the stairs buttoning her blouse as she went. I pulled her panties free and inhaled deeply of her scent imagining what the night held in store.



Birthday Blow



Today was my 35th birthday, but that thought had not crossed my mind much because it was a busy day working from my studio in the house. I probably would have kept working and not even noticed the time, except I heard the garage door opening and my wife pulling in. I looked at the clock on my computer, 6:16 PM. Where had the time gone?

I heard the door to the house open, which was right around the corner from my studio. I leaned back in my chair to stretch, releasing some of the long hours of tension from the day. As I was completing my stretch I heard my studio doors being closed. I turned around to see my wife had quietly entered the room and was closing the double doors. 

"Happy Birthday!" she said sensually while gently locking the closed doors. I thought it to be a sexy gesture, her closing and locking the doors, since we were the only ones in the house. 

I spun my chair around to face her. She looked very professional in her corporate power suit and those sassy heels. It must of had an important training gig for her to be dressed like that, but a small part of me was hoping she had really worn it for me and this moment we were about to share. 

She came right over and straddled me in the chair, grabbing at my jaw line with her hands and jamming her tongue in my mouth. I responded by grabbing her hips and pulling the weight of her body down upon me. I felt myself begin to get stiff from the desires she was arousing in me. We continued to kiss deeply and I groped at her fine figure hidden beneath the layers of clothing.

Soon she slowly withdrew her tongue from my mouth and stood up. She began to remove the jacket from her suit, letting it fall to the floor. She then began to unbutton her white shirt. I could see the faint outline of her bra underneath. I watched her closely, noticing the way her hair spilled over her shoulders as she was looking down for the next button. Her honey colored highlights were very visible from this angle.

My gaze fell from her hair back to her hands just as she arrived at the final button. She unhooked it and pulled the shirt wide open. I could feel her eyes watching mine as they took in the top half of her body. I was surprised at her tan skin and how it sensually contrasted with the white lacy bra. She knew I fantasized fucking her with a dark tan and sexy tan lines, so she must of hit the tanning beds earlier in the day. 

She removed her arms from the sleeves and the shirt fell on top of the jacket. My cock had sprung into a fierce erection and I had to shift in my chair slightly and run my hand over it to ease the intensity. She continued to undress by unbuttoning her pants and I couldn't help but stroke my rod a few more times. I watched her unzip the pants and push them down her hips. Her striptease was very mechanical, deliberate, as if she had a job to do and it was turning me on more than ever. 

She leaned forward and grabbed a hold of my knee so she could pull off her pants, first one leg and then the other. She left her heels on the entire time, giving me that extra bit of showmanship I found so sexy. She picked up her pants and folded them in her arms as she turned to lay them on the other desk in the room. I think she did this intentionally to give me a great view of her ass, tan and sexy, outlined by a white lacy thong.

"Stand up," she said as she came towards me. I did so and she immediately grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. Just as quickly she unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to my ankles. As I was trying to kick the shorts free, she pulled my underwear over my engorged penis. I wasn't sure what exactly she had in mind, but she wanted me naked and suddenly I was.

I sat back down in the chair and she knelt down in front of me, removing my shoes and socks along with the other items I had recently shed. She leaned forward, placing her hands on my thighs for support and began gracing the surface of my chest and stomach with her face. I began to relax and leaned back giving my naked body over to her. Her hair felt like silk being draped across my skin and I couldn't help but smile at the sudden spots of wetness her lips would leave as they passed over my body.

My eyes were closed as I enjoyed her movements. I then felt her stop with her eyes pressing upon me. I lifted my head and looked down at her. "Are you ready for your birthday present?, she asked.

"Isn't this it?, I returned while reaching up and running my hand through her hair.

"No, not quite.," she replied with an almost whisper like tone. "I am going to give you your birthday blowjob. I am going to take you in my mouth and give you pleasure you have never had before. Are you ready?"

"Yes," I responded. I couldn't get the words out fast enough. Sitting naked in that chair with her between my legs was sexy enough, but to hear her talk like that was about to send me over the edge. That sly smile faded from her face and I felt her right hand climb up my thigh and wrap firmly around my joint. She dropped her head and timed it perfectly so her mouth met my cock as she lifted it off my stomach. 

She plunged it deep into her mouth. I had to gasp from such instant and intense bliss. She took her cue from this and pulled her mouth all the way off my aching dick, hesitated for a moment and plunged it again deeply into her mouth. 

"Ahhh, fuck!," was my response. Usually I am more reserved and quiet, but she was provoking those animal-like urges from my loins. She repeated the move several more times and then went into a slow, deliberate suck. Moving down my shaft at a very slow pace, then holding at the bottom for several moments before withdrawing even more slowly than she took it in. 

She was igniting a fire within me. I felt a deep load stir inside my nuts as I watched her head moving up and down. I wasn't sure I was gonna make it through this and have sex too before cumming, which was our common practice. But those thoughts were quickly interrupted as she tilted her head back to look at me and let me watch as she ran her tongue up and down the shaft. Seeing her long, sexy nails holding my prick up as she gave it such a sensual treatment only made my fires rage hotter. 

My breathing was heavy as I tried to take in the overwhelming satisfaction. I felt her fingers wrap completely around the shaft of my dick followed by her hot breath surrounding my balls. She pumped gently on my rod while she introduced my sack to her mouth. Its warmth and wetness engulfed both of my balls. I could not believe she was taking the whole thing in her mouth. She wasn't joking when she said she was going to give me pleasure like never before.

She fondled my nuts for several moments with her mouth before gently pulling away. I felt the cool air tingle the skin of my sack from her release. She straightened up and looked at my eyes, but mine lingered at my body where her mouth had just been, then drifted up at her spectacular breasts sheathed in the lace I so longed to remove. 

She noticed my linger and asked, "Do you want me to take my bra off?."

In a state of excessive pleasure, I could only shake my head yes. Her hands expertly went behind her back and unhooked bra as they have so many times before. Her movements were again almost mechanical-like and she removed the bra as if she were getting ready for bed. I am sure she had no idea of how hot it was making me. 

Her breasts looked incredible, firm and full, with her nipples small and tightly erect. Her tan lines formed a perfect border, outlining such magnificent creatures. I wanted to grab my cock and just finish myself on them right there, but she leaned forward onto my torso, draping her bosom across my cock and balls. I felt my nuts release a bit of cum as we made contact and I knew I would not last much longer.

In that same movement, she pulled herself back down just enough to align her mouth with the head of my cock. Her hands were on my thighs and she pushed them apart slightly. She then nuzzled her head into my chest, scooping my cock back into her mouth. She lifted it up off my stomach with just her mouth and held it there for a second as she adjusted her legs beneath to get more comfortable. Then she went to work. 

"Oh my God," came pouring out of my mouth. This was amazing. It was so incredibly hot to see her on her knees, holding herself up with her hands on my thighs while manipulating and sucking my cock with just her mouth. She bobbed up and down on my pole with a steady rhythm. I watched her breasts sway in the same rhythm and her lips looked so full as they pursed, filled with the outline of my manhood. She was consuming me with pleasure.

She must of sensed this as she gently slowed her pace. My eyes were closed as I felt her sucking come to a stop. She loved to tease the tip of my penis, so she stopped and held just the very tip in her mouth. I opened my eyes to look at her and when our eyes met she smiled. My cock slipped from between her lips. Its continued rigidness made it slap back against my abs with a small "smacking" sound.

She giggled just a bit and asked me, "Are you ready to come?."

"Mmm, hmmm," I replied. Just hearing those words from her lips made my groin loosen its load.

"Good," she said, "and since its your birthday I am going to let you cum in my mouth."

"Unbelievable," I thought. She gives me more than my share of oral sex, but we usually move onto sex before the orgasms start. I fantasize about cumming in her mouth from time to time, but I am too shy to ask her to do such a task. But here she is now, tan, topless and in a thong between my legs and she is going to let me erupt in her mouth because she knows what pleasure it will bring me. The sensation was further heightened by the fact that she just gave me permission to do so.

I closed my eyes and reach for the back of her head, pulling her gently so she will begin those movements. It also tells her without words that "yes," this is what I want, this is what I need and I thank you for giving yourself to me. She slowly runs her tongue up the shaft one final time, then takes my cock deep inside her mouth. The warmth of her beautiful mouth is all I need to begin my release and she has me so deep I can feel her lips touch my balls. She knows the slow but steady work of her mouth will take me over the edge.

She slides up and down it with an incredibly deliberate pace. I can feel her tongue, engulfing the bottom half of my rod and breaking all last attempts at resistance. My sperm in on its way and nothing can stop it now. I watch her move up and then back down again. Her consistent movements guarantee my eruption. The rush of cum is about to spurt in her mouth and I feel a tinge of guilt, for I am about to watch my wife commit such a dirty, but yet so sexy act. 

Then I am there, I feel my nuts tighten up and I begin shooting my load. I watch her as she remains steady, continuing her pace, making sure I am going to give her all that I have. My brain, my senses, my body are ripping with an indescribable rush. I feel my hips lift up, forging my prick deeper into her mouth, making way for the cum that I am delivering at a fast and furious pace. All of it enters her mouth and she swallows it boldly, emitting only soft sounds as my fluid courses down her throat. My body quivers as my senses absorb the overload I feel the satisfying relief as my orgasm comes to an end. She gradually transitions my cock from her mouth to her hand and she strokes me softly, making sure every last drop is released and that my balls are empty. 

Spent, I let the residual shivers run through my body. As I begin to regain my senses, I watch as she puts her bra back on and begins to pick up her clothes, like a woman satisfied with a job well done. She gets up and starts out of the room, giving me a parting shot of her sexy ass still wrapped in that white thong.



Birthday Blow



It was a cold November day that turned into the hottest day of my life. My wife of 22 years had arranged the most incredible birthday gift any man could want. We had a very comfortable sex life but it had its boundaries. One thing for sure was my wife Debbie gave a terrible blow job! It wasn't for the lack of trying; she just never got into it despite loving it when I went down on her, and could never reciprocate. I would actually joke with her telling her I would rather jerk off than let her suck me because it was like sticking my dick in a pencil sharpener!

My birthday was on a Saturday and Debbie awoke early, whispering in my ear that she had a surprise and I needed to get dressed and meet her in the kitchen. It didn't take me long to do as I was told, but the college sweatshirt I was wearing with my Levis wouldn't do. Debbie looked at me and chuckled telling me to go change my shirt; we were going away for the weekend to celebrate my birthday. On my way back to the bedroom I saw two small bags already packed for the trip. Even though I was disappointed I would miss all the college and pro football games it would be fun to spend time alone with Debbie.

Within an hour we were driving along a country road twenty-five miles from home enjoying the end of the fall foliage; the colors were still brilliant as we travelled through the rolling hills and countryside. Debbie told me to turn left at the next light and go 3 miles up a dirt and gravel road. Our SUV bounced and jerked up the track as I wondered where the hell she was taking me. A small country cottage came into view; it looked like something out of the thirties with a white picket fence and flower boxes. As I climbed out of the car I noticed how clean the air was and stopped for a moment to listen to the rustling of the leaves. Debbie reached in her purse and pulled out a set of keys; she opened the door to the cottage as I grabbed the luggage. When I walked in I was amazed; it really was like walking back into the thirties. It only had one room but there was a big fireplace, wood floors and a grand old four poster bed. Debbie got right to work unpacking, putting wine in the fridge, and the groceries away. I joked with her that it was a lot of food for just a weekend and two people. She replied that she wanted to be prepared. I looked around and frowned when I noticed no TV set, which meant no football. Debbie knew what I was looking for and told me not to worry, what she had planned meant I wouldn't even think about football, as she smirked at me. 

We ate a quick lunch and went walking through the woods in our matching fleece jackets. The cool air was invigorating and as we enjoyed the view we held hands and enjoyed the peacefulness of the moment. The afternoon sun was brilliant and the sky was deep blue without a cloud to spoil it as we made our way through the meadow back to the cottage. When we got back to the cottage and I slipped my feet out of my shoes Debbie told me to relax while she prepared dinner. I sat outside on a wicker rocking chair to chill and before I knew what happened I had fallen sound asleep. An hour later Debbie was kissing my neck trying to awaken me. When I finally opened my eyes I noticed another car in the driveway next to mine. I asked Debbie whose it was and she said it belonged to a friend of hers who she was renting the cottage from. Debbie then asked if I would mind if she joined us for dinner. I told her sure; I would just go and wash up. I walked into the cottage to meet Debbie's friend Megan. She was a beautiful woman, around forty-five with red hair, piercing blue eyes and, even though she had a full figure, she was hot. I went over to shake her hand but she was already holding a glass of Merlot so instead she reached around and hugged me.

My wife was a great cook and she had made a wonderful meal for us; I couldn't believe she had brought everything from home. From fresh oysters, my favourite, to jumbo shrimp and tender filets. As we ate dinner we all chatted and Megan told us how her family had owned the cottage since the depression and she found it a wonderful place to mellow out. I agreed and told Megan how much we appreciated her letting us use it. I asked Megan how she knew my wife. Debbie quickly replied for Megan that they had collaborated on a few projects together at work. After our third bottle of Merlot we were all feeling very little pain as we finished our dinner; Megan stood from the table and suggested we start a fire. 

I got up to help as Debbie cleared the empty plates and brought desert to the table. Megan was an expert at starting a fire and soon the room was aglow with a warm crackling heat as we sipped freshly brewed coffee and enjoyed some birthday cake. As the night became late Debbie cleared the final dishes from the table and walked over to me and kissed me passionately, very passionately. As much as I enjoyed the kiss I was a bit uncomfortable since Megan hadn't left. Before I could figure out what was going on Debbie had gently pushed me into the overstuffed country chair. Debbie told me to relax as she rubbed me through my pants teasing me. I looked around to see Megan nowhere in sight as Debbie continued to kiss and tease me. I could feel my cock getting hard as she played and her perfume was making me crazy for some reason. I had totally forgotten that Megan was still there with us as Debbie began to take advantage of me. I noticed the perfume wasn't Debbie's but Megan's as she began kissing my neck. At first I was startled then Debbie whispered in my ear telling me to relax that Megan was my birthday present! I was startled we had never talked about any fantasy with other women. Debbie explained how she always felt bad that she couldn't give me pleasure orally and Megan whispered in my ear how she could and loved to do so. 

Debbie and Megan stepped away from me and began to undress each other. They both had a similar body shape, medium round breasts not showing their age yet and full bottoms; Debbie knew I loved a bottom. I have to admit it was hot to watch two women undress each other; first the blouses were unbuttoned exposing the fine lingerie they both wore. Megan was in pure white satin and silk so sheer I could see her dark nipples through her bra and Debbie had a sexy red push up bra cradling her breasts. Debbie walked over to the counter to turn some music on and the two women began to dance; I just watched as my cock twitched and I slowly stroked it through my pants as it turned into a raging hard on. In a few beats the two ladies were rubbing their silk and satin covered breasts together and grinding their hips into each other. I was mesmerized by the scene as they danced together and when Megan unzipped Debbie's skirt letting it fall to the ground exposing her sexy panty clad bottom to me I almost came right there. Megan stepped back letting her skirt fall away; her body was hot and her white sheer silk panties exposed a soft sexy bottom to me as they were almost see-through.

They both walked towards me seeing my hard cock stretching my pants tight. Without any resistance from me they had my clothes off, finally sliding my boxers down my legs so I sat naked and ready for whatever they had in mind. Megan took my hard cock into her mouth as Debbie continued to kiss me. I moaned as Megan sucked me and made me even harder. Time began to stand still as I enjoyed the pleasure, but Megan stopped and I sighed with disappointment. She had something else in mind taking Debbie's hand and pulling her towards her before telling her to sit on my cock and Debbie obeyed. Debbie straddled my hips and leaned forward to kiss me and her bottom spread wide. As Debbie kissed me she moaned and squirmed and I felt her vagina squeeze my cock. When she stopped kissing and just held on to me I looked over her shoulder and down her back and knew why she was so turned on. Megan was tonguing Debbie's ass and Debbie loved it; I began to feel Megan moving from Debbie's puckered bottom to my balls licking and sucking both of us. Megan began tugging my cock from deep inside Debbie's vagina and resting it between the crack of Debbie's bottom where she licked and sucked me. I was beginning to boil; my balls ached to cum as Megan deep throated me. Debbie, still lying on top of me, could tell I was close to cumming and I soon lost control shooting my hot seed deep into Megan's mouth. 

I was in heaven as my balls emptied. What came next was something I could have never dreamed of. My cock, still hard even after my orgasm, was being slipped into Debbie's ass by Megan. I could feel Debbie wincing as her bottom spread open to take me into her virgin hole. Megan was using droplets of my cum to lubricate Debbie's puckered opening. I could feel my manhood pass the tight muscle ring of Debbie's ass and plunge deep into her bottom; it was incredible to feel her ass clamp down on me. As I rocked my hips to go even deeper I looked into Debbie's eyes and saw Megan standing above me with droplets of my cum still on her face and chin. She reached for Debbie's head cradling it as my wife strained to look up and Megan leaned down and had Debbie lick my cum from her face. They kissed, my seed going from Megan's lips and mouth to Debbie's so she could swallow me. By now I was out of control sweating and grunting with pleasure until I felt Debbie slipping off my cock that had been deep in her ass. I moaned with disappointment as she did so but Megan slid my knees together so Debbie could straddle me with her back facing me. Without hesitating Debbie sat down letting my cock back into her bottom deeper than ever. Debbie began to rock and moan like I had never seen her do before. That's when I felt my knees being spread apart just a little bit, it was Megan licking my wife's vagina; driving her crazy as I pumped my cock into Debbie's ass. 

Moments, minutes, hours, passed and Debbie began to shake and quiver from the onslaught to her body; I began to cum in her tight bottom as she came from the pleasure Megan's tongue was giving her. We all were exhausted as we moved to the bed; Debbie, still breathing heavily, cuddled with me like she had never before. Megan also seemed to be enjoying the cuddling when I noticed she was touching herself. We both realized at once that Megan had been forgotten but Debbie just smiled and told me it was her job to satisfy her friend. Without another word Debbie slid between Megan's beautiful thighs and began making love to her letting her tongue dance all over Megan's vagina. I rolled closer and suckled Megan's breast as Debbie drove her crazy. The scent of sex seemed everywhere as Megan began to have her orgasm; she rocked and pushed herself into my wife's face enjoying every moment. Megan soon collapsed in pleasure and we all fell asleep together.

The next morning I was awakened to something I had wanted from my wife all our married life, Debbie was sucking my cock. With help from Megan she was learning to give me pleasure. Megan and Debbie sucked and licked me and when I got close to cumming Megan took Debbie's head and slowly made her take all of me deep down her throat. After a few moments I could no longer hold out and began to cum for the first time in my wife's mouth. I looked down to see Megan quietly cheering her on as she had a mouthful of my cum to enjoy. Megan kissed and licked my spunk from Debbie's cheek and Debbie looked toward me, parted her lips just a little so I could see the white cream before breathing deeply and swallowing it all. Still looking at me she said "Happy Birthday." 

As I fell back on the pillow, drained, the two beautiful women with me kissed passionately and I realized my birthday was far from over; in fact it was getting better and better



Birthday Blowjob



This is a true story. If you choose to believe it, fine; if not, that's fine, too. All details are accurate as far as I can remember them, though names may have been changed to protect identities.

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"Hey, buddy, what time you coming up on Friday?" Matt said as soon as I answered the phone.

"Hmm?" I said, momentarily confused. "Oh, right, Friday. You caught me off guard. After work, I guess; between six and six-thirty." My birthday was coming up Friday, and two of my best friends, Matt and his live-in girlfriend, Robin, had invited me to spend the weekend with them. Though we're very close friendship-wise, we're not very close distance-wise. We became friends around ten years before when we both lived in the same city and worked for the same company, but life circumstances being what they are over the years, we now live about three hours apart. Fortunately, three hours is not that far, and we still see each other at least once a month and thus it has not been enough to spoil our friendship.

"That's perfect. Robin's going to cook dinner for you and she wanted me to find out what time you'll be here." As if on cue, Robin picked up the second phone at their place to join the conversation.

"One other thing," she said, after we exchanged hellos, "what do you want for your birthday? Gift-wise, I mean."

"Nothing!" I said, laughing. "You guys don't have to get me anything. Dinner and hanging around for the weekend is more than enough."

"Don't argue with me," Robin giggled. "Come on. We have to get you something. I insist. Now tell us what you'd like. Give us a couple of options, so it will be a surprise."

I thought for a second. "Robin, I honestly can't think of anything I want or need. Really. Well, except for a blowjob, maybe. I could always use that," I said in jest, knowing that neither Matt or Robin would be offended, or take me seriously, for that matter. To say Robin was a flirt would be putting it mildly, and during the almost ten years the three of us had been friends, her flirting and Matt and I teasing and egging her on was the rule rather than the exception. It had never meant anything and as far as any of us knew at the time, never would mean anything.

That's not to say I never fantasized; Robin is a tall, hard-bodied woman with long, oh-so-shapely legs (which, after the pussy, are my favorite features on a woman) and naturally red hair, almost orange hair. I still consider her the second sexiest woman I know, second only to my own beautiful wife. Considering that at the time I was on a "losing streak" of sorts, having no girlfriend and no sex for at least a year, Robin was the basis for many a masturbation fantasy. Whether she knew or suspected that, I don't know, but she never did anything that would even remotely discourage such fantasies. She knew I liked her legs and being the flirt that she was frequently dressed in a way that highlighted her legs. I suppose the only reason I never tried to make a move is because Matt was (and is) probably my best friend and Robin is in the top five. No pussy is worth a guy's best friend.

"Look, just surprise me, okay?" I said, laughing. "If you insist on getting me something, just surprise me and whatever it is, I know I'll like it."

"Okay," Robin said. I could almost hear her grin over the phone. "So, what time will you be up Friday?" she asked, not being privy to my answer earlier.

"I'm going to leave work an hour early, so call it between six and six thirty. If anything changes, I'll let you know."

"Okay. I'll have dinner ready about seven in case you get held up by traffic." Then we said our goodbyes and hung up.

The rest of the week was busy with work, leaving me little time to think about my birthday or my friends. Whatever it was they were planning for me I would find out soon enough. Dwelling on it would only make the days seem longer.

When Friday arrived, I showered, threw a few things in the trunk of my car, and headed off to work. I worked through lunch, grabbing a quick bite at my desk, explaining that I was leaving early to get on the road as soon as possible.

I got to my friends' apartment a few minutes after six. Matt and Robin both greeted me and Matt ushered me off to the living room. Robin does not like company in the kitchen while she's cooking, so Matt and I spent the time relaxing and chatting until dinner was ready an hour later.

"Come and get it!" Robin called.

I turned around to walk to the table and nearly tripped over my jaw. Robin was standing facing away from me, on the side of the table closer to me, bent over, setting plates on the table. Bent over as she was, the bottom of her skirt just barely covered her ass, hanging perhaps a half an inch below the crease where her ass met her legs. Below that, her gorgeous, long legs trailed down, ending with her feet in a pair of strappy sandals. It was not what she was wearing an hour ago when I arrived, having changed, presumably, in the kitchen while finishing dinner.

She stayed bent over like that for only maybe two seconds, but it was still long enough for me to get a good view. After she straightened, she looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. I don't know if she had caught me staring or not, but if she had apparently she didn't mind.

We sat down to dinner. Matt insisted I sit at the head of the table as the guest of honor, with him on my right and Robin on my left. When Robin sat down, I noticed that while she was wearing the same white blouse as earlier, she had undone the top two or three buttons, giving me a tantalizing view of her chest. Robin is not particularly well-endowed, with teacup-sized B-cup breasts, but she is happy with what she has and that's good enough for me. As I said, I'm more of a leg-man.

We ate slowly and talked, catching up with one another, joking, and laughing. Then Robin asked me a question about work or something that she knew I couldn't answer in a few seconds and would take me a bit to answer. About thirty seconds into what I was saying, I felt something lightly brush against my leg. Thinking it was a fly or something, I nonchalantly reached down to brush it away and quickly discovered it was Robin's foot.

"Um..." I said, interrupting what I was saying. She continued to look me in the eye, listening, as though nothing at all was out of the ordinary. I coughed and took a drink, trying to cover my momentary pause. Then with great difficulty, I resumed what I was saying. Robin, knowing that I knew what she was doing, rubbed my crotch with the sole of her foot with great gusto.

With her rubbing my cock through my pants with her foot, I quickly started getting hard. In spite of my best efforts not to, in just a few seconds I was fully hard, and I could feel my cock pressed between my pants and my body. That was when she switched techniques, alternating between rubbing it with her foot and clenching and releasing it with her toes. Two can play at this game, I thought, and reached down and stroked her ankle and lower leg. Then I playfully dragged a couple of fingers from her heel to toes, causing her to giggle.

"Everyone done eating?" she asked, composing herself. Without waiting for a reply, she gathered up the plates and headed for the kitchen. "You don't want to get too full," she explained. "I want to make sure you have room for dessert."

My cock was so full and hard I thought it was going to rip through my pants. I looked over at Matt and he was grinning from ear to ear. I was nearly certain he was in on the whole thing, but not being 100% sure, I kept my mouth shut. A minute later, though, I had no more doubt.

Robin walked back in and stood beside me. "Are you ready for your birthday present?" she asked as she slipped off her sandals. 

"Sure," I said, uncertainly.

She looked at Matt and smiled. He smiled back and nodded. If anything, her grin got even bigger. She indicated for me to push my chair back from the table, and as soon as I did she dropped to her knees in front of me and started working on my belt and trousers. "What..." I began, before realizing what a stupid question it would have been.

"It's your birthday present, silly! You said you wanted a blowjob, didn't you?" Without waiting for a reply, she successfully freed my cock from my pants and popped it in her mouth. I gasped. Her mouth was so fucking hot! She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and with the other, she stroked my balls. "Mmm, I just love the taste of cock," she moaned around a mouthful of me.

"Mmm..." I moaned back. "You know I was only kidding about that."

She removed her mouth from my shaft, tonguing the head of my cock. "I wasn't," she said playfully.

Matt had his pants pushed halfway down and his own hard cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he watched Robin play with my cock. "We've been thinking for a long time about a threesome, and since you're our best friend, you were the obvious choice. We knew you were joking when you said you wanted a blowjob, but we figured the opportunity was now or never. Sooner or later you just gotta fish or cut bait, y'know?"

Robin kept one hand wrapped around my cock, examining it. "Of course, if you want me to stop..." Was she kidding? Funny how I had somehow died and gone to Heaven without remembering it...

I put both hands on her head, forcing her mouth back down on my cock. She resumed sucking me, taking a little more into her mouth with each stroke. It took maybe three minutes for her to get the whole thing in her mouth. It's not that I'm really big; at six inches or so, I guess I'm about average, but she took her time getting the whole thing in. When she added more with each stroke, it was like a millimeter or two at a time.

I had often fantasized about Robin sucking my cock, wondering what it would feel like to have her hot mouth wrapped around my cock and watching that flame-red hair bobbing up and down on my crotch. Now that I was actually getting it, it was everything I had hoped or imagined it would be and more. I silently gave thanks that I had beat off both the night before and that morning. Otherwise, I wouldn't have lasted nearly as long as I wanted to.

Finally, she took a deep breath through her nose and plunged the rest of my cock into her mouth. That was all I could take. "I'm going to cum!" I cried out, warning her. I had no idea at the time if she liked the taste of cum or not. 

"Mmm hmm!" she moaned eagerly, keeping her mouth right where it was.

It felt like my heart skipped a beat as the first shot of cum went into her throat, followed by the second, third, and fourth. It had been about a year since the last time I had sex - not counting masturbation - and I felt like I had a gallon of cum. She gagged slightly on about the third, but stayed put, receiving every last drop I had to give. When I was totally spent and she felt my cock going soft in her mouth, she slowly slid off of it. Then she smiled sweetly at me as she swallowed my load.

My orgasm was so intense that I couldn't speak or even think straight for maybe half a minute. "That was...incredible. Amazing. Out of this world. Any other superlatives you can think of, it was..." I said dreamily. 

"Thank you," she said, standing to her feet. "And thank you for telling me when you were about to cum. Personally I love the taste, but not everyone does. You didn't know, so thank you for telling me."

"Anytime..." I breathed, a silly grin plastered across my face.

"Now," she said, unbuttoning her blouse, "how'd you like to 'return the favor', so to speak?" Facing me, she sat on the edge of the table with her legs dangling in front. She finished undoing her blouse, but left it on. Through the material I could see her nipples poking through.

I moved my chair closer to the table and looked over at Matt. He gave me a 'go ahead' nod, and I lifted her skirt as she rocked her hips to get it up around her waist.

There was the pussy I had fantasized about so many times over the years. Her lips were engorged and spread, turning them a deep pink that glistened with her wetness. She was completely shaved around her lips, with just a small, tightly trimmed patch of pubes two or three inches wide. She leaned back on her elbows at about a forty-five degree angle, placing her feet flat on my shoulders. As she leaned back, a small rivulet of juice ran out of her pussy and onto the table.

"Oh, man, you're wet," I said in awed amazement.

"Sucking cock always makes me wet," she said, looking lustfully at me.

I glanced at Matt one final time and, seeing no hesitation from him, dove in. Starting low at the base of her lips, I slowly dragged the tip of my tongue up the outside of her labia, paused to kiss her clit, and back down the other side. Then I repeated the process in reverse. She was delicious. There was no smell at all, just the tart juices of a woman in lust.

Next I moved inside, parting her lips further with my tongue, running it up the velvety smooth inner flesh, looking at the open hole of her vagina and further up, the erect shaft of her clit. Matt moved closer to watch and held her hand. That was incredibly erotic: eating a girl's pussy while she holds the hand of the man she loves. 

"Mmm, oh yes, suck my clit," she said as she felt my tongue working its way that direction. However, I decided to tease her, paying attention to everything except her clit. Several times I neared it, even brushing lightly against it with my lips a couple of times as she panted in anticipation, only to veer off and direct my attention to something else as she grunted in frustration. Matt saw what I was doing and smiled. Still holding her hand, he took his other hand and pulled back the half of her blouse covering one breast, exposing her cute little mound and the hard nipple on top. After giving me a few seconds to look at it as I ate her, he took her nipple in his mouth.

"My clit...it needs attention," she moaned. If I thought she was wet before, she was positively flooded now. I took one finger and slipped it inside her. Her pussy welcomed it hungrily. I worked it back and forth for a bit, then added a second.

"It does, huh?" I said teasingly. She rocked and rotated her hips, bringing her clit directly to the forefront. "How bad does it need attention? Convince me."

"Real bad," she said, the frustration evident in her voice along with the lust. "Please...please..."

"Please?" I said, hovering my mouth directly above her clit, close enough that she could feel the heat of my breath. "Please what? What do you want?"

"Please..." she moaned, her voice nearly cracking, "please...suck my clit. Please. It needs sucked so bad."

Satisfied that she had waited long enough, I brought my tongue up from below her clit, dragging it into my mouth and closing my lips around it. 

"Ohhh!" she cried, sitting nearly bolt upright on the table, nearly knocking Matt in the floor. "Ohh, yes! Oh, fuck yessss!!!" She grabbed my head, running her hands through my hair before resuming her semi-reclined position. Matt, having her breast torn from his mouth, thought better of resuming that and moved to the end of the table where I was sitting.

"Ohh, honey," she moaned, "he's eating me sooo good. You like that, baby? You like watching another man eat my pussy? He's sucking my clit and fucking me with his fingers."

"Oh, yeah," Matt said eagerly, taking one of her feet off my shoulder and gingerly bringing it to his mouth. Then he kissed her foot from heel to toes, finally sucking each individual toe. "You like it, baby?"

"Uh huh," she said, nodding vigorously. "Oh, yes! Dammit, yes!!! I love having another man eat me. I love thinking about my juices flowing down his throat, his tongue all over my little clit. Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh! Right there! Yes! Oh, don't stop don't stop don't stop...I'm cumming!!!! Dammit, I'm cummmminnnngggg!!!!" she said. She screamed a guttural, almost animal scream, slapping the table with her hands. The one foot still on my shoulder flew up, coming dangerously close to smacking me in the head. In a moment, she was still.

I stood up and walked around to her head, stroking her hair. She looked up at me and smiled.

Matt was fully hard and wasn't waiting another second. He lifted her legs high in the air, almost vertical, and pulled until her ass was nearly hanging off the end of the table. Then in one motion, he thrust forward and entered her to the hilt. I stayed at her head, still stroking her hair as he fucked her and she never took her eyes off me, looking at me with the same sleepy smile.

Matt continued to pump away at her. Being the only one of us who hadn't came yet, he wanted pussy: hard, fast, and rough. With each thrust into her, the whole table shook. Despite his roughness, I could tell that she was loving it. He continued to fuck her for about another minute, before pulling out and cumming all over her belly. Then he came up to her head and kissed her.

We each had about three more orgasms either the rest of the night or on Saturday. Matt ate her then fucked her while she sucked me, I ate her while she sucked off Matt, and Matt fucked her doggy style while I fucked her mouth. I never fucked her pussy because in the absence of a direct invitation to do so, I didn't want to assume anything. Oral is one thing, and as much as I wanted to fuck that red-haired pussy, more than that I didn't want to fuck up our friendship. The next time we got together, though, was a different story.

In the years since this event, I met and married a beautiful, sexy woman who became as good friends with Matt and Robin as I am, and yes, in due course of time, she was introduced to the special side of my relationship with the couple. While she was horrified and turned off about the very notion at first, she eventually came around. Neither couple ever became "general" swingers, but in the years since we have gotten together with our friends on several occasions, a few times even swapping partners for a few days. It's a big turn-on for us and something that while we don't do it on anything approaching a "regular" basis, it is something we greatly enjoy for a change of pace.



Birthday Blowjob



A few weeks ago me and my husband Tim were invited to a 60th birthday party for our neighbor Jerry at one of his friends house after we got there Tim was hitting the bar hard and I had few drinks myself, after a bit me and Jerry got to talking and flirting with each other while Tim was off doing his thing.

The talking and flirting got more heated as we sat alone on the front porch and had downed a few more drinks to the point that I asked Jerry what I could give him for his birthday that he had never had before, He looked at me real serious and said I've never had a blowjob from you so how about that.

I was stunned at first that Jerry who was turning sixty years old and me being forty that he would say such a thing to me but with the drinks and all I told him where could we go out of site so I could give him his present.

Jerry took my hand and lead me from the house to a near by building and when we got inside he said he was ready for his surprise and undid his pants and slid them down till his hard cock sprung out, Jerry said to me; Joyce give me my birthday blowjob and with that I got down on my knees in front of him and Jerry took his hands and placed them on the back of my head and pulled me closer as I opened my mouth and let his cock enter my lips.

He had a grip on my head as he moved back and forth fucking my mouth with his hard cock, I was getting into it just as much as I took my tongue and licked up and down his shaft and then sucking and licking his balls before taking his whole cock back in my mouth, He began to pump harder in my mouth to the point his balls was slapping my chin with every stroke, Jerry started moaning and I felt the veins in his dick swell as my lips sucked his cock.

He then grasps my head as he pumped his thick warm load into my mouth and I continued sucking till every drop of cum was in my mouth and then I swallowed it. I then leaned and kissed his cock and said happy birthday.

Jerry said that was the best birthday gift he had ever gotten and we then went back to the party for awhile, Tim came up to me and asked where I had been and why was Jerry smiling so much so I pulled Tim aside and told him that I had giving Jerry a special birthday gift and did he want the same gift giving to him. Tim said what did you give him and with that I said come on and took him out to the shop and when we got inside I knelt down undid his pants pulled his cock out and sucked him off till he came in my mouth, Tim asked me if I had sucked Jerry's cock for his birthday and I said yes and I loved it and wanted more cock.

Tim knew it was the alcohol doing most of the talking but he wasn't about to tell me no because he got turned on thinking about me sucking Jerry's cock and now I wanted more cock, so Tim told me to stay there and he would talk to Jerry and see if he give her some more action, I told Jerry what Joyce had said and he said he would handle it so I got me another drink and when I finished it I thought I might go spy on Joyce and watch her suck Jerry's cock.

When I got to the shop I noticed a light had been turned on in the back that you couldn't see from the house and I looked in thru a window to find Joyce with no clothes on and not only Jerry but two more men from the party in there with my naked wife on her knee's moving from cock to cock sucking all three guys.

I was stunned but also turned on watching my wife giving these three guys a blowjob at the same time, Then Jerry got behind Joyce and rubbed his cock up and down her slit before slipping his dick into my wife's pussy, Joyce was being fucked doggy style while she was also sucking on two cocks.

This went on a few minutes before Jerry pulled his cock out of her pussy and ran up to her head and shoved his dick into her mouth for a minute while one of the other guys had taking his spot by fucking her cunt, Jerry then pulled his dick from her mouth and sprayed his milky juice all over her face then the other guy pulled out of her pussy as the other man shoved his cock into her wet pussy.

Jerry had stepped back while the other man had grabbed Joyce's head as he fucked her mouth hard and then I could see in his expression that he was about to cum as he pulled his dick from my wife's mouth and gave her another facial, Joyce's face was covered in white milky cum as the other guy that was fucking her pussy pounded her harder till he filled my wife's pussy with his white cream.

All three men stood there with their dicks limp and shiny from my wife's pussy juice as she stood up I could see white cum running down the inside of her legs from her pussy and cum was dripping from her face onto her tits. They all cleaned up and went back to the party and I didn't tell her that I had seen what happened and she didn't mention it to me. Oh by the way I did video it on my cell phone so when Joyce sobers up the next day I might show her how happy she made Jerry for his birthday along with two other strangers.  



Birthday Blowjob



This is my first story, so try not to be too hard on me. ;)



I barely know you... I've seen you around town a few times and some of my friends know you. Every time I see you my knees get so weak and... I can't help but get a little wet. I know your birthday is tomorrow and from what I've heard you're a little bit lonely so when I run into you in the grocery store I ask you to come to my place for dinner tomorrow night. My heart starts beating a little faster when you agree. We exchange phone numbers and I give you my address, continue my shopping, and return home.

I don't get very nervous until the next day... What am I going to wear? Do you find me attractive? You wouldn't have agreed to come over if you didn't, would you? Are you going to... you know... let me have you? I should be prepared... just in case, right? I mean nothing is certain, but I don't want to get up to that point and not be prepared. I eat breakfast, do my morning exercise routine, and jump in the shower. I make sure to shave every square inch of my body so that there isn't stubble anywhere. I lather my body up with soap, rinse, and then completely cover my body in sugar scrub... I want my skin to be extra soft for tonight... just in case. I can't help but wish you were here with me, though.... I bet you're good... I bet you're amazing... And I bet you wouldn't mind the sight of the water droplets making their way down my tall, thin, lathered body.

I await your arrival throughout the day by picking up candles and a birthday cake, getting dressed for the evening, and then fixing a meal I'm hoping you'll love.... grilled chicken, hash brown casserole, and a fresh fruit salad. It's almost time for you to get here so I do my best calligraphy with the icing on the cake as I possibly can in that amount of time. It's 7:30 PM sharp when the doorbell rings... you have impeccable timing. 

I rush to the door, but act as calm as I can opening it to greet you. You pay me gratitude with a soft kiss on the cheek as you make your way into my apartment. I lead you into my kitchen and plate our food as we make small talk about our jobs and friends and things we enjoy doing. You seem to be thoroughly enjoying dinner because every 5 minutes you compliment me on how delicious it is. I'm so happy I could please you. You're such a captivating being... Your eyes, your smile, your hair, your laugh, your body.... like someone out of a magazine... making me so wet just by being yourself.

Once we're finished with our meal, I take our plates to the sink and leave the room, promising it will only take a minute. I return with the birthday cake. I lie and say I made it trying to impress you, but I know you can tell it's just from the downtown bakery. I'm only halfway lying, though. I did write your name in the icing. We both eat a slice and I can tell you're wondering what will happen afterwards. By the way you look at me, I can tell what you want to happen afterwards. I know exactly what you want, but I can't promise that yet... I've just met you. It would be shameful of me to... but the way you're moving, the way you're eyeing me... How shameful can it be if you look like such an angle with every move you make? Even so I can't let you have it right away... It'd be too easy. I have to tease you a little first... After all, it's what I'm best at. So I take my finger and swipe some icing from the cake, sucking it off my finger as my eyes stare directly at yours. If there was any doubt before, it's written all over your face now. You want it just as badly as I do... perhaps even more if that's possible, but it's cute... the way you're trying to hide it... 

"Let me just... I-I think we know each other a little better than we d-did at the beginning of this, don't you?" you ask, stumbling over some of your words.

"Why yes. Yes, I think we do," I answer smiling. 

"Then you wouldn't mind if I sat a little closer to you, would you? I m-mean we are kind of far apart and I feel I could..." 

"Yes," I cut you off. 

"You may sit next to me." 

You get up and scoot your chair next to me. We make some more small talk... you've had the same type of boring women in your life and I've had the same type of dreadful men. You need someone more exciting, with more imagination, someone more... creative. You put your hand around my waist as I suck some more icing off of my finger making sure I look directly into your eyes as I do. 

"Do you want a taste?" I ask ever so coyly. 

Your mouth moves toward my finger, your lips go all the way to the bottom and grip it tighter as they slide up. I know I must be wet, but I can't feel it yet, but I know because I'm trembling on the inside. I can now see that you're amazing with your mouth... but how will you know how good I am with mine if I don't show you? I slide your middle finger through the icing making sure it's covered before I swirl my tongue getting all of it off the tip of your finger and taking you into my mouth.... That does it for you. I can barely catch a breath before your lips are pressed hard against mine and your fingernails are sliding up and down my thigh under my dress while your other hand holds my head so you can kiss me as hard as possible. I'm gonna be dripping here soon.... The inside of my thigh is my biggest hot spot and for whatever reason I feel as if you may have already known that. Your tongue hits mine and you taste of icing. You kiss your way from my lips to my neck and I moan softly as your lips caress my bare skin. You slide one strap of my dress down my shoulder and your lips make their way down there too. I open my eyes and look down only to see your huge cock bulging in your pants. I had seen a glimpse of it earlier when we were standing by the stove, but it's truly enormous when you're sitting down and it's pressed up against the fabric. I reach for it and rub it gently as you continue teasing me and making my panties wet with my juices.

You ask my permission to take my dress off and when I grant it, you do. You put your mouth back on my neck and move your hand from my thigh to my breasts, squeezing them over my bra. I can feel it now... I'm getting wetter and wetter. I take off my bra exposing my breasts to you and you take my left into your mouth, sucking my pink nipples and I moan in pleasure when all of a sudden I feel your hand reach into my pink silk thong and your finger makes its way between my pussy lips. You let out a slight moan when you feel how wet I am for you. You rub my clit slowly as your mouth makes its way back up to my neck. My heart i beating so fast and it feels so good. After awhile I know I'm about to cum. 

"Please... please don't stop."

"Don't stop?"

"Don't stop! It feels so good. I'm gonna cum for you, baby. I'm gonna cum so fucking hard for you. Please don't stop."

Your finger rubs my clit and I feel my muscles clench tight.

"Oh fuck! Baby, oh my god! Yes! Right there! Yes! Yes! YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

It raged through my body like an electrical shock and I had to catch my breath. 

You kiss my cheek and slide your finger between my pussy lips and move it to my mouth so I can taste myself and you can feel my lips on you. You kiss me passionately. It's your turn.... 

I stand up and rip your shirt off, slamming your body onto the kitchen table so you just miss landing on the cake. I undo your belt, and then your pants, your boxers (from which I can see the tip of your cock sticking out just waiting for me to make it feel good), your shoes and your socks throwing every piece of clothing to the floor. I remove my panties (that's all that was left anyways) before slamming my hand onto the cake, covering it with icing and smothering it all over your rock hard cock. I can't wait to get my mouth on it... It's so perfect. It's the best I've ever seen and certainly large in size. I swirl my tongue over the head of your dick just like I did to your finger and slide my lips over the head as you moan. It's the first time I've ever taken you into my mouth and you know right from the start I'll be the best you've ever had. I roll your balls in one hand while holding the very end of your dick with the other and slide my tongue all the way down from the tip to the end and back underneath it. 

"Do you like that, baby?"

"I like it very much."

"Mmmm... good. That's what I like to hear."

I can tell you're just dying for me to take you all the way into my mouth... so I do. I slide my lips all the way from over the head to the very tip and start moving my mouth back and forth on your cock... slowly at first. I really want to enjoy the taste of your dick and the icing mixed together... They both taste so good. I moan on your dick which sends vibrations through your body and you moan loudly. It feels so good and I get super wet at the sound of each moan. I eventually start a new motion holding the base of your dick with my thumb and pointer finger around it sliding it half-way up and back down as my lips slide half-way down and back up. I can tell how much you love this because your moans start to get louder. I start rolling your balls with my other hand again. You get even louder. I tell you to stand up so I can finish you off. You stand and I get on my knees taking you back into my mouth as fast as possible and moving back and forth again faster and faster. 

"I'm getting close."

"Are you gonna cum for me, baby?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna cum for you."

"Ohhhh yeah. Shoot that hot load into my mouth."

"Oh fuck yeah! Are you ready?"

I nod my head.

"Here it comes... Oh! Oh! Fuck, baby. Yeah. Suck my fucking dick just like that. Yeah. FUCK!"

I open wide as I jack you off and your cum fills my mouth. I swirl it around in my mouth so you can see it before swallowing. 

Your fingers guide my chin up, motioning me to stand so you can kiss me and hold me close.

I guess you could say we did both that night. We fucked AND we made love.. with our mouths that is. You spent the night and the next morning I was awoken by a certain voice whispering in my ear.... 

"Best. birthday. ever."



Birthday Blues



God, could my life get any worse? 

I stare solemnly out my bedroom window, watching a brown leaf being blown down the street by a light gust of wind. It's a warm, crisp, autumn afternoon, and the sun is low in the sky, glaring in my eyes. It's a rather serene sight that doesn't seem to match my mood. I've been moping around my bedroom, mostly staring out this window, brooding, bored out my skull, for the past three days now. Anguish is eating away at my resolve, but it's the tightness in my groin and a dull ache in my balls that is causing me most concern. If an adolescent boy ever tells you he doesn't masturbate at least once a day, he's lying.

You never really appreciate something until you lose it. Imagine losing the use of both hands, for example. Just take a minute to think what your life would be like without the use of at least one hand and how that disability would impact your everyday life. It's difficult to predict exactly what it would be like. Though for me, at this moment in time, I don't have to imagine it, because I'm living it, gaining first-hand experience of life without functioning hands.

Today is my eighteenth birthday and should be a joyous occasion, full of excitement and merriment. But here I am, watching a pile of leaves being blown up the street as depression eats away at me. It's now four days into the autumn half-term holiday, and I've spent the past three sitting here in my room, contemplating revenge on the person who has caused my current predicament.

It happened last Saturday afternoon while hanging-out at the park with my friends. My girlfriend, Sammy, of whom I had grown quite fond, told me she wanted to speak to me in private. Like a puppy chasing a bone, tongue wagging, I followed her to behind the thick trunk of an enormous oak tree, anticipating a game of tonsil-hockey and a fondle of her plump breasts. 

So imagine my disappointed when, instead of slipping her tongue down my throat and unclasping her bra, she informed me in a solemn tone that she was chucking me. The news hit me like a haymaker to the gut, causing me to hunch over slightly and hold my midriff. But what she told me immediately after really got my hackles up: she was dumping me for my best friend. They had been screwing for the past week - something she and I had yet to indulge - which made it all the more gut-wrenching.

First I contemplated ripping off Sammy's clothes and screwing her, right there behind the oak. After all, I felt quite disgruntled that my opportunity for a knee-trembler with Sammy had vanished for the time being, perhaps forever. 

But it was a spur of the moment urge, conjured by the anger coursing through my veins. So, high on adrenaline and intent on revenge, I ran off in search of my "best friend" who had stolen Sammy's heart.

The anger I felt building inside of me that day was like nothing I had ever felt before. Charging around the streets like a madman, my only objective was to find the person who had stolen my sweetheart. It was, however, a fruitless exercise. Eventually, with lungs burning and legs aching, I gave up, sat down with my back against a wall and sobbed like a baby. 

As I reached inside my trouser pocket to find my handkerchief, I found a piece of white chalk. Immediately I sprang to my feet and sketched a picture on the wall of the wretch who had stolen my girlfriend and proceeded to take out my anger on the drawing. If I couldn't hit him, a representation of him would be the next best thing. 

Fists clenched tight, my right hand landed hard against the wall, directly on the nose of the drawing. I knew straight away that I had broken something; the pain shooting up my arm was incredible. But I hadn't finished just yet. I landed another blow to the wall - this time with my left - before running off home, with two hands grazed and throbbing.

So that's the story. It's why I'm here, three days later, with both hands bandaged, the right broken and the left badly bruised and swollen. Although the prescription painkillers, which the doctor prescribed me, make me feel great at times and tend to lift my mood, nothing seems to take the edge of the boredom. Especially today, being my birthday and knowing nothing exciting will happen is soul-destroying. 

But let me tell you the worst part of all, above all else, the one thing that's really unbearable: I've not masturbated for nearly a week. 

My testicles are now swollen to such an extent they have become painful. It's a dull ache, almost crippling at times, that throbs with a demand for release when I get a hard-on. 

I groan as I feel an inadvertent erection coming on, the fifth one today, which will surly increase the pressure in my balls and cause the throbbing sensation to return with a vengeance. I leave the window and sit down on my bed with a despondent sigh. 

Resting back on my elbows, I hook my thumbs into my underpants and tug them down over my thighs. Sitting back up, I hunch forward to examine my genitals. My willy's stiff, pointing straight up toward my face. A globule of goo rests upon the slit atop my helmet; a sure sign the gunk is bursting to gush to the surface. The skin of my scrotum, which is sprinkled with a layer of scraggly hair, is stretched tightly around my distended balls and is painful to the touch. 

The throbbing sensation is even worse this time, making its way up the shaft of my stiff pecker, all the way up to the tip, making the helmet-head pulse along painfully with my beating heart. "God, it's even more painful than before," I rasp loudly. 

As I say those words, Mum bursts into my bedroom, singing at the top of voice. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear—"

"Mum, for Christ sake!" I snap, spinning over and lying on my front to hide my modesty from her view. My cock's mashed against my duvet as I try in vain to hoik my underpants back up. "I'm not a little kid anymore," I say, as I wriggle around like a worm on the bed, trying unsuccessfully to pull up my underpants with the tips of my thumbs. 

Jesus Christ! I wish she wouldn't burst in like that. I was doing something...private. And I have an erection. Doesn't she know how to knock before entering my room?

"I don't care how old you are, darling," she replies, in a silly voice as though talking to a baby. "You're still my little baby boy." She sits down next to me at the edge of the bed and says, " Let me help you with those underpants." I feel my underpants being pulled up my thighs, snagging on my bloated balls on the way up, making me gasp and wince with a sudden jolt of pain. 

"You can turn around and sit up now," she sighs, feigning exasperation. 

"No, I'm quite alright where I am," I reply, voice quavering, mind willing my erection to subside.

She lies down on her front next to me on the bed, puts her mouth to my ear, and whispers, "Are you trying to hide something from me?" Why were you inspecting your willy when I entered the room?"

My face lights up bright red, like a pomegranate. "Mum, I'm not in the mood," I whine.

Now you may think that my mother's questions are somewhat inappropriate to be asking her teenage son. Well, my mum's behaviour is a little unorthodox to say the least; she's not your everyday, run-of-the-mill mother. And even though she's been known to make a nuisance of herself on occasion, she's my mum, and I love her and wouldn't change her for the entire world.

Mum's as barmy as they come, completely bonkers, always acting daft and takes great pleasure in embarrassing me at every available opportunity. She's incredibly immature, like a teenage girl trapped inside the body of a full-grown woman. She can be a real wind-up merchant at times. I usually find her quite funny, but today I'm not in the mood for her shenanigans. 

"Come on, birthday boy," she says, climbing on top of my prone body and mounting my bottom. "So you'll be spending your birthday with your mum; that's nothing to sulk about, is it? I'm sure we can have some fun." 

I dare not tell her about my inability to masturbate. Knowing her she'll offer to do it for me. Now that would be awkward.

I then feel her hands on my body, gliding up and down the skin of my bare back and shoulders, massaging my spine, inducing goose pimples on my skin and a warm tingling sensation in my torso. 

I wish she wouldn't touch me like this. I'm getting too old for this shit. But it feels so good. Oh, God, my erection will never subside at this rate.

Mum has always been the touchy-feely type, over affectionate and likes to speak her mind, no matter how inappropriate it may seem to other people. She refuses to accept that I'm not a little kid anymore, that all the touching and caressing and frolicking is just wrong at my age. The cuddles on the couch, the play-fights, the kisses, the massages, the tickles, were all fine when I was a small boy, but now I'm a teenager, it can be disconcerting at times. I've just not got the nerve to tell her; it'll break her heart. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't enjoy Mum's playfulness and affection anymore, but it can create incredible awkward situations at times. 

For example, there's nothing more comforting and consoling than lying down on the couch on top of Mum and resting my head on her plump, cushiony bosom and feeling her fingertips stroking up and down my back with feather-light caresses. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy. Another thing I enjoy - but she only seems to do this now when I have dry skin - is to sneak into my room in the morning and wake me by pulling off the sheets and rubbing moisturiser cream into my body. It feels awesome when she rubs it into my feet and legs. 

The problem is, I'm a sexually aware teenager now, and I can't help but get a whopping great stiffy every time Mum lays her hands on me. I just can't help it; it's like my todger has a mind all of it's own. It's up and down like a yo-yo, and I have absolutely no control over it. It's been happening for about a year now, and is dreadfully embarrassing, especially when Mum notices and makes comment. 

We were cuddling on the couch once, watching TV, and I had an erection twitching in my pants and pressing against Mum's upper thigh, and she said, 'Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?' 

Honestly, I could've died I was so embarrassed. 

Another time, she was sat at the end of my bed, rubbing cream into my feet and legs, and I got an erection and didn't even realise. It wasn't until Mum pointed at the tented bulge in the front of my underpants and said, 'Are you carrying a torch for someone, or are your underpants just rucked up at the front?' that I noticed I had big ol' hard-on. Believe me, it was cringe worthy. 

Now, Mum doesn't drink too often, but when she does, she takes her fun and games to a whole new level. And it was a drunken occasion, some six weeks ago, that really put things into perspective. 

We spent a summer's evening at a friend's house, Shelia and Franks, about six weeks ago. Shelia and Frank Styles have been good friends of ours for many years and I get on great with their son George who is roughly the same age as I am. Shelia and Frank have a pool in their back garden so, being a stifling hot evening, Mum and I spent a fair amount of time in the pool with the Styles family, playing with inflatables and generally fooling around. 

We had an evening meal, outside on the Styles' patio, during which Mum drank an awful lot of wine. When the evening drew to an end, since we live a reasonable distance away and the air was still close and stifling, Mum and I decided to slip on our flip-flops and walk home in our bathing suits. Mum was absolutely sloshed. She was giggling and stumbling and saying the daftest things all the way home. Upon our arrival home, as soon as we walked through the door and kicked off our flip-flops, Mum went into hyper mode and pounced on me.

Now, please bear in mind that we were both wearing very little at the time - I had on nothing but a pair of speedos and Mum was wearing a two-piece bikini, which left little to the imagination. 

First, she charged up behind me and got me in a fierce headlock. Feeling my head crushed in a vice-like grip and my face mashed against the side of Mum's left breast, I dropped to my knees with a shrill wail, shocked. Her right hand dropped to my chest and found my nipples. Giggling with glee, she pinched, twisted and tweaked my nipples so hard I cried out in pain. 

Mum getting me in a headlock and pinching my nipples isn't an uncommon occurrence, but that night she was being surprising rough with me, actually hurting me. But it was when she started growling and snarling like a mad woman, seemingly intent on really hurting me, that I grew concerned. 

In a panic, my left hand reached up behind her, up her back, and I grasped for something to grab on to, something to get purchase on so I could at least attempt to pull myself free of her grip. Of course, she was wearing a bathing suit, so the only thing my hand found was the clasp of her bikini top. It snapped with a loud ping, fell away from her breasts and dropped to the floor. It was then, to my utter shock, that I realised my face was mashed against Mum's naked breast. 

She stopped tweaking my nipples. We both froze, down on our knees, breathing heavy, her squidgy breast squished against my cheek. It seemed she was contemplating something. My eyes rolled upwards and locked onto Mum's nipple. I was in awe, being the first time I had ever seen a female nipple that close, in the flesh. Even though it belonged to my mum, it was still an awesome sight. 

The teat was pink, with cute little dimples around the areola and a prominent tip that looked like a little pink jellybean. 

I couldn't help myself, just couldn't resist it. Well, she'd been pinching my nipples, so why shouldn't I return the favour? 

I heard her gasp when my hand touched her breast, then scream when I pinched the pink jellybean and twisted it. She released me from the headlock and, being drunk and worse for wear, stumbled sideways, then fell to the floor and lay on her back. 

Thinking we were still in the throes of a fight, I wasted no time and lay down on top of her. Our sweaty bodies pressed against each others, moulding as one. All we wore were the flimsy garments covering our nether regions. I could feel her naked breasts mashed against my chest, her boozy breath on my neck, my groin pressing against the thin material of her bikini bottoms. I don't know what come over me, but I felt my cock spring to life, twitch then swell. 

Knowing my genitals were squished against Mum's, separated by nothing but the fabric of our bathing bottoms, seemed to have a profound affect on me, draining my inhibitions, robbing me of my senses, exciting me. 

Mum's eyes were closed; she seemed asleep, stirring gently every now and then. I lay prone for a few minutes, mashed against her, feeling my cock grow to a full erection. When it was fully erect, I ground my groin hard against hers, feeling the shaft of my stiffy rest snugly inside the cleft of her camel-toe. An erotic, tingling sensation, the likes of which I had never before experienced, spread from my groin and engulfed my body. My balls were bubbling, my cock leaking. I could have stayed in that position all night.

But then her eyes flew open and she snaked an arm around my neck and held me in position with my face squashing her cheek. Her bare feet hooked around my calves and shins, holding my bottom half in position, as her free hand dropped to the waistband of my speedos. She grasped the elastic waistband and yanked them upwards with all her might.

"Wedgiiieeeee!" she screamed with glee as I felt my speedos wedge between my buttocks. 

I squirmed and wriggled, gasped and moaned, trying to break free, feeling a sharp pain in my anus as my pants were forcefully pulled tight against my sphincter. Then her mouth was on my neck, drooling, her teeth sinking into the skin, biting, sucking. She was like a rabid dog attacking me. But through it all, I was still blissfully aware of my erection thrusting and grinding against her camel-toe and her bare breasts rubbing against my chest, as I flailed and writhed on top off her body.

Next thing I knew, she had flipped me over so I was lying on my back. She sat up next to me, holding a forearm across my neck, pinning me to the floor. I was looking up, straight at her unfettered breasts, dangling perilously close to my face, the nipples even more prominent than before. They looked awesome, all firm and plump, good enough to eat. I was momentarily transfixed by the way they moved - jiggling and bouncing and swinging every time she moved her body.

Her free hand caressed my stomach, and I couldn't help but wonder what she was going to do next - Pinch me? Tickle me? Bite me? Slap me?

What she actually did next was beyond comprehension, something I never would have expected, and something I will never forget, not for the rest of my life. It was beautiful, shocking, comforting, yet deeply perturbing, all at the same time.

She took hold of the tip of my stiff pecker, which was propping up the front of my speedos, then pinched the head between thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard, extracting a blob of pre-cum from the tip that soaked into the fabric of my speedos. I closed my eyes and groaned. My mind was swimming with confusion, in total chaos; I didn't know how to react. So I just lay still and went with the flow, ignoring the conflicting emotions waging war within me.

Her finger and thumb pinched and released the head, over and over again. Then worked their way up and down the shaft, pinching and releasing as they went. A big damp patch had now formed at the front of my speedos. I could feel the goo oozing from me, coating my cock with slimy secretion. 

My body started buzzing with sexual arousal. I had never felt emotion so intense, so good, so overwhelming. The tingling sensation in my body seemed to wash away any fears and doubts, any embarrassment and awkwardness that I should have been feeling. 

Then she began mocking me as she tweaked up and down the shaft of my gooey cock. "Baby's got a chubby. Baby's got a chubby," she repeated over and over in a childish tone between giggles. 

Then, to my disappointment, the pinching stopped. When I opened my eyes, I noticed Mum had passed out next to me. She lay on her back, arms by her side, with her knees raised, pressed together.

I was in a daze, a deep state of sexual arousal, my mind befuddled by the sexual sensations consuming my senses. So I sat up to ogle Mum's naked body. She looked wonderful. Her legs were smooth, soft and slender. Her hips were perfectly formed, her tummy flat and hard. My eyes fixed on her firm breasts. They were sagging a little, drooping ever so slightly to her sides as she lay on her back. 

I was operating on sheer instinct, in a dream-like state. Nothing seemed real. I was almost certain it was all a dream; a peculiar, perverted, yet immensely enjoyable wet dream. 

Quivering with nervous excitement, I reached out a tentative hand and cupped my palm over Mum's left breast. It felt amazing, all soft and squidgy. The tip of her erect nipple grazed over my palm as I closed a trembling hand around the spongy mound and squeezed. It felt like heaven. I reached out my free hand and pinched the nipple of her other breast, tweaked it gently before rolling the nub between thumb and forefinger. It was soft yet stiff; the only thing I could liken it to was an eraser at the end of a pencil. 

Then my mind flashed back to a moment before, when I was lying prone upon Mum's body with my cock tucked snugly inside the crevice of her camel-toe, and felt the sudden urge to inspect between her legs. My cock throbbed at the mere thought. 




Birthday Blues



I knelt at her feet and gently parted her legs. She stirred, but settled again a moment later. Her breathing was deep and even; a sure sign that she was still sleeping.

Her feet were together, legs apart, being pried open by my hands resting on her knees. My gaze fixed on the outline of her pussy, clearly visible through the flimsy material of her bikini bottoms. They were awfully damp, the moisture making the outline of her cleft even more prominent. I wondered whether the dampness was sweat or pussy secretion. But then the thought vanished, as I was overcome with an urge to see Mum's vagina in the flesh, in all its naked glory.

I gently forced her knees to the floor, so her legs were wide apart with the soles of her feet pressed together. I reached in between her legs and hooked a finger inside the elastic of her bottoms and pulled them to one side. My eyes bulged and my mouth gaped as her pubic hair came into view, then the slit of her vagina, accompanied by two fleshy pink folds protruding from the slot, all moist and glistening. It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen, like juicy rashers of bacon wedged between two burger baps.

The fleshy folds looked so soft and tasty, so I reached in and ran the tip of my forefinger over both lips, then up and down the slit. It felt damp and warm, all silky-smooth. I gathered gooey moisture on the tip of my finger then rubbed it between finger and thumb to test its consistency; it felt thick and slippery, like pre-cum. I surmised that Mum had also been sexually aroused during our frolicking session. 

I put my hand to my nose and inhaled the musky scent of Mum's pussy. I was struck by a dizzy euphoria. In a befuddled state, a stupor of arousal, I was consumed by an urge to wedge my stiffy inside Mum's pussy crevice once more, but this time unhindered, flesh-to-flesh, pussy-to-cock, with no bathing suits in the way.

I stood up quickly and tugged off my speedos. My cock snagged on the waistband at first as I yanked them down over my thighs. It was so stiff, pointing straight up in the air, almost touching my tummy, with the foreskin pulled taut. So taut, in fact, the foreskin had retracted back and snagged behind the rim of the glans, leaving the super-sensitive head completely exposed. 

I gasped as I pulled down my speedos, feeling the fabric graze harshly over the head of my cock, making me judder with sensation. Gazing down at my aching erection, I was momentarily shocked. It looked monstrous. I'd never seen it in such a state of arousal, so big and rigid. There was a transparent layer of slime coating the shaft, making it look all the more hideous. The prominent veins looked like ivy growing up a tree stump. 

I touched my thumb to the head and pushed it down and away from my body, so it was pointing straight forward, then released it and let it spring back up. It hit my tummy with a loud slap and left behind sticky residue inside my belly button. 

Then Mum stirred and turned over on her side, into a foetal position with her legs together and her knees drawn up to her chest. I cursed under my breath, lay down behind her and cocked a leg and rested it on her upper thigh, before mashing my stiffy against the soft skin of her back. I no longer cared about her vagina; I just wanted to see what it would feel like to press my cock against her body. Anywhere would do, just so long as I could feel her sweaty skin touching my throbbing erection. 

Our bodies melted together and the skin-on-skin contact felt incredible. I laid my head on Mum's shoulder and smelt a faint hint of perfume, mingled with her musky sweat, then felt the warmth radiating from her docile body. The scent was intoxicating and heightened my arousal further. 

The aroma spurred me into action, and I began thrusting my hips gently, back and forth, sliding my stiffy over Mum's back, smearing her smooth skin with my gooey pre-cum. The slime from my willy mingled with Mum's perspiration and made her skin slippery-wet, allowing the shaft of my cock to glide over Mum's back with lubricated ease. 

Still thrusting gently, I reached down and yanked Mum's bikini bottoms to one side, exposing her buttocks, which were wide open. I used my thumb to push my todger forward, so it was pointing away from my body, and wedged it between her butt cheeks. It was like a wiener inside a hotdog bun, and I immediately felt the head of my cock touch her anus as her buttocks gripped my erection. 

It was warm and damp inside her arse crack, all snug and cosy. I snaked my right arm under her armpit and gripped her shoulder for extra purchase and swayed my hips back and forward, in a gentle, monotonous motion. As soon as I felt the rosebud of Mum's anus, grazing over my fully exposed mushroom-head, my body jolted, my legs jerked and stiffened, and I ejaculated hard, filling Mum's arse crevice with cream. 

I pulled my cock out from her buttocks, let the bikini bottoms fall back into place, and then watch, fascinated, as my semen seeped from her bum crevice, spreading out and soaking her bikini bottoms from the inside. I went to bed after that, leaving Mum asleep on the floor. Feeling strangely satisfied, and just a little perplexed, I fell straight to sleep. 

That happened six weeks ago. I remember it like it was yesterday. It'll be etched in my mind forever. 

I noticed a change in Mum's behaviour after that night. She spent the following day mooching around the house, nursing a hangover. But she seems to have lost that spark, that playfulness that made her a unique mum. We've not cuddled on the couch or wrestled since, and she seems aloof around me at times. I know something's bothering her and I've a feeling it has to do with that night, after we returned home from Frank and Shelia's. Then again, she was drunk, so I'm not too certain how much she actually remembers. And besides, she was fast asleep when the real hanky-panky was occurring. Perhaps it was the fact her bottom was glued up with dried spunk the following morning. I giggle to myself when I imagine her trying to take a poop the next morning and finding her butt hole jammed with crusty semen.

I'm not too disappointed that Mum has laid off the lovely-dovey, touchy-feely affection. As I said, it was starting to get embarrassing with the erections and all. Still, even now, after what happened that night, the thought of Mum seeing me with a erection, or, God forbid, completely naked, makes me quiver with fear and blush with embarrassment. 

Although I remember the events of that night with great fondness, I have no desire to repeat them. 

I mean, she's my mum, for fuck sake. Should a boy really be touching his mother like that? Once is adolescent experimentation; twice is weird; three times is a full-blown incestuous relationship. Don't get me wrong, I feel fortunate to have had that encounter, to have experienced that side of my mother; I'm honoured and don't regret it one bit. I'm willing to bet that not many lads get to sample their mother's body sexually. Well, my advice, if the opportunity ever comes your way, don't pass it up, because, believe me, it's an awesome experience. 

Anyway, back to the here and now. 

I'm lying on my front, with a raging boner and two bandaged hands. Mum's straddling my buttocks, massaging my shoulders and stroking my back. It's the first time we've shared any real physical contact since that night, six weeks ago, and I would be enjoying it, if it were not for the fact that, due to my injured hands, I've been unable to masturbate for the past week. And Mum touching my body is sustaining my stiffy, which in turn is making my neglected and rather bloated balls throb with an incessant need for evacuation.

I feel Mum's fingers slowly sneaking up the sides of my bare torso. Then her fingers are in my armpits, wiggling, tickling me relentlessly. I squirm on the bed and tell her to cut it out. 

"Oh, you dirty boy!" exclaims Mother. Holding her fingers to my nose she says, "Smell that."

It's the smell of my armpits, my body odour on Mum's fingers - and it reeks awful. I feel my cock deflate, shrivel to the size of a pea, such is the stench emanating from her fingers. 

She dismounts my body and says, "Christ! When was the last time you had a wash? I think I best run you a bath."

"Can't it wait till later?" I whine. "I'm starving."

"Okay. Since it's your birthday, we'll eat first. But, you mark my words, you're straight in that bath the minute we step back through the door. You'll be stinking the entire house up before too long."

"I'll sit in the bath, but I won't be doing much washing. Not with my hands in this state," I reply, holding up my bandaged hands.

"Yes, well, I can help you with that. I'm quite capable of washing you while you're in the bath. I am your mother, and I've done it a million times before," she informs me, sounding strangely enthusiastic.

Did my mother just say she was going to wash me in the bath? Oh shit! My life has just got worse!



Birthday Blues Pt. 02: Bathtime



It's my birthday and I'm spending it with Mum. 

We are driving home after eating a lovely meal in a nice restaurant. As we exit the car and walk up the driveway, I groan and hunch forward slightly, feeling the persistent erection in my pants throbbing with an urgent demand for release. 

I've not masturbated for nearly a week. My injured hands, both busted and bandaged, have left me incapable of relieving myself, and the pressure in my balls is becoming unbearable. The throbbing sensation is even worse this time, making its way up the shaft of my stiff todger, all the way up to the tip, making the helmet-head pulse along painfully with my beating heart. My scrotum's now so full that I can feel semen backing up from my balls and oozing from the tip of my cock, dribbling to the fore and soaking the front of my underpants. 

Mum glares at me, concerned, "What's wrong? Why are you walking hunched over? Have you got tummy ache?"

I'd love to tell Mum what my problem is, but I just can't bring myself to do it; it'll be far too embarrassing. And knowing my kooky mother, she'll most probably offer to do it for me." 

"I'm alright."

"Well, I hope you're not feigning illness to get out of having a bath. You've not had a wash for at least a week; you'll start stinking the house up soon."

Mum wants to bathe me, wants to strip me naked and give me a good scrub in the bath. But I'm not a little kid anymore, and the mere thought of Mum seeing my willy is embarrassing to say the least, but I can't see a way out of this one. I'm resigned to the fact she will, at least, get a glimpse at my three-inch pecker, all stiff and hairy. 

Halfway down the drive, Mum stops and peers down at my groin, looking perplexed. "Have you wet yourself?"

My eyes drop to where Mum's looking, and I notice a damp patch at the front of my shorts. The pre-cum has seeped through my underpants, soaking my shorts. "Oh, no," I giggle nervously, my face blushing red-hot. "A little pee must have leaked out," I lie, unconvincingly. 

Mum puts the key in the door, stops and turns to me. "Look, darling, I know what boys your age like, what they need; I think I know what's causing your discomfort. When we get through this door, you lie back, relax, and let Mummy do her thing. You promise to trust me and not cause a fuss?" 

That sounded strange. What on earth did she mean by that? 

I nod my head a force a smile.

As soon as we're through the door, mum's straight down to business. "Sit on the stairs, darling," she demands, closing the door behind her. 

I sit down on the hallway stairs, nervous. 

Mum slips off her flip-flops, walks elegantly towards me and kneels down at my feet. She's wearing a black, low-cut dress, and I can't help but stare at her cleavage as she's bent over in front of me. I'd like to just lie down with Mum and mash my face against her bosom and let her stroke my back, like she used to do. But I've a feeling I'm about to be humiliated, embarrassed, stripped naked and washed in the bath like a small child. 

I hope she doesn't wash between my legs. The way my pecker feels at the moment it'll go off like a firework as soon as touch it. Now that would be embarrassing.

She removes my shoes and then tugs off my socks. She then motions with her hands indicating for me to stand up. We both stand up at the same time. She then grabs my shirt and lifts it off over my head, being careful not to hurt my injured hands, as I lift my arms. She drops my shirt to the floor. 

Then, before I can protest, without warning, I feel my shorts and underpants fly down my legs and hit my ankles.

"Jesus Christ, Mum!" I shout, feeling my erection immediately deflate as I use my bandaged hands to try and cover my penis. My heart races and my face lights up bright red. 

"Oh, don't be such a baby," Mum says, trying not to laugh. "Now step out of those pants and come on up stairs. I'll run you a bath. Your face when a pulled your pants down; it really was a picture."

Oh fuck! How embarrassing is this? My mum has just pulled down my pants and seen my penis, and now she's laughing about it. This is surreal. 

I walk up the stairs first, still trying to cover my private parts, and Mum follows. About halfway up the stairs, I feel a sharp slap against my butt, which shocks me rigid, causing me to stop and turn to Mum. "What the hell did you do that for?" I snap, voice quivering.

Mum doesn't answer, she's hunched over, holding her stomach and having hysterics. "I'm so sorry," she says through incessant laughter. "I just couldn't resist it. It's not everyday I see such a pert pair of buttocks."

You may think that my mum's behavior is inappropriate, a little strange. Well, you'd be right. But my mum isn't like other mums. She's completely bonkers, as barmy as they come, always acting daft and embarrassing me at every opportunity. She's a teenage girl trapped inside a woman's body. She winds me up something rotten when the mood takes her. There are times when I find her mildly amusing. Today, however, I'm really not in the mood. 

She reaches the top of the stairs and looks back at me. "Take your hands away from your wiener," demands Mum, in an irritated tone. "I've lost count how many times I've seen that thing in the past. It's nothing to feel awkward about. I'm your mother for crying out loud. If you can't show it to me who can you show it to?"

"Yes, but I'm teenager now mum. It's a bit different now," I say, as we enter the bathroom and mum turns the taps to fill the bath.

"How long has it been since I last saw your dinky?" Mum asks, as she pours bubble bath into the bathtub. "What do you reckon, about five or six years? Well, the only difference is, it's now a fair bit bigger and an awful lot hairier. So try to relax and enjoy yourself." 

Enjoy myself! Did she just say enjoy myself? I can feel my face burning I'm so embarrassed. How can I enjoy myself?

Mum sits on the edge of the bathtub and swishes the water with her hand as the tub fills. She turns to me and says, "Do you remember what we used to call him when you were little?"

Oh, no, this is getting worse by the second. I'm not only standing here naked in front of Mum, but she's actually talking about pet names for penis now.

"We used to him your little soldier. Do you remember?"

I force a smile and nod my head.

Swishing the bath water around with her hand absentmindedly, she continues, "You used to love playing with him. Do you remember that? Not as much as I imagine you enjoy playing with him now though, being the age you are. I was forever telling you to leave it alone. You just couldn't keep your hands out your pants."

Awkward! Awkward! Awkward! Please tell me this isn't happening.

There's an uncomfortable silence as the bath fills, then Mum says, "There you go, jump in. And for heavens sake, take that hand away from your dinky. Let him out for some fresh air. He could do with an airing out. You've not washed for a week; it must smell like a fish market between your legs."

Mum stands as I shuffle towards the bath. When I pass her she gives my buttocks a hard squeeze with both hands. 

I gasp loudly and my body jerks involuntarily as Mum's hands touching my bum shocks the hell out of me. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest and my face burning red as I lift a leg and step into the bathtub.

As I sink into the bathtub, the warm water and the bubbles engulf my body, wrapping me in comforting warmth, which starts to melt away my anxiety. I suddenly feel a little more relaxed and let out a low groan of pleasure.

Mum leaves the bathroom and returns a few seconds later carrying a stool. She places it at the bottom end of the bath, sits down on it and pats the edge of the bathtub with her hand. "Come on, let's have those tootsies up here?"

"Why?" I ask, confused, looking perplexed.

"So I can give you a foot rub," she replies.

"Oh fuck, did she just say foot rub? She hasn't rubbed my feet for a long time.

"I used to rub your feet all the time when you were little. You used to find it soothing and comforting, so I'm sure you will now. Come on, let Mummy cheer you up."

I recall Mum's foot rubs feeling really nice, so I decide to give it a try, and place my right foot up on the bottom edge of the tub. Mum squirts shower gel into her hands and then goes to work on my foot. 

I feel Mum's thumbs push into the heel of my foot and then slowly work their way up the sole. Her thumbs are going round in a circular motion on the ball of my foot, very slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure. 

I suddenly feel euphoric as all the pent up stress begins to leave my body. It's really soothing and strangely...erotic? 

I don't remember Mum's foot rubs ever feeling like this before. 

Then a stirring in my groin, a subtle tingling sensation in my balls that I've felt so many times before, begins to alert my senses. It's an incredible feeling, overwhelming me with sense of well-being. Then, to my surprise, I feel strangely - 

I think I'm becoming...aroused? 

My penis twitches to life, pulses, then swells to a full, raging erection. Again, due to my balls being full to bursting, the dull ache returns. But this time the pain is not as acute. The warm water seems to have loosened my scrotum sac, relieving some of the pressure. But I can't help but wonder what Mum will say, what she'll do, when she sees my togder, all stiff and standing to attention, peaking up out the water like a little periscope? 

Using my hands to cover my willy is no longer an option, as I can't risk wetting my bandages, so I squirm my buttocks and wiggle my hips in an attempt to move the bubbles over my erection. 

I resign myself to the fact that Mum's bound to see it at some point. Pushing the thought of my erection out of my mind, I close my eyes and rest my arms on the edge of the tub, and concentrate on the feel of her hands stimulating the nerves in my foot. 

Oh God! It feels exquisite! It's a glorious feeling, an orgasmic sensation that's making me feel -

"Okay, honey. Let's have the other one up here," Mum says, placing my right foot back in the water. 

I lift my left foot as mum squirts more shower gel on to her hands. 

As she puts her hands to work on my foot, her fingers slip and slide between my toes, sending a tingling sensation rushing up my leg. Every now and then it reaches my balls, like a wave it crashes against my testicles, spreading out an orgasmic feeling that courses through my entire body, causing me immense pleasure.

"Does that feel nice, darling?" I hear mum ask in a gentle tone.

"Y-y-yes. It feels amazing, Mum," I reply, my voice quavering slightly.

"Good. You just relax and let Mummy make you all better."

Make me all better? Christ, Mum, you're doing more than that.

My cock's so stiff now I can feel all that pent up semen, from a week of neglect, dribbling from the tip. My eyes are closed tight, my mind focusing, concentrating on the gentle caress of her fingers, lulling me into a lazy state of languor. I know my stiff pecker is above the surface of the water now - the foreskin has retraced and I can sense the cold air on the exposed head - though I don't care anymore. I can't help but wonder if Mum has seen it yet, if she's staring at it, noticed the goo oozing from its tip, or perhaps she's glancing at it every now and then. 

My fear and apprehension, embarrassment and awkwardness, has all but melted away, expelled by Mum's expert hands. 

I feel her hands traveling up my calves and slowly back down, over my ankles, up the sole of my foot and back to my toes, sending orgasmic chills up my spine. 

"Oh, I can see you like that," she whispers, as her nimble hands lull me further into bliss. 

In a dream like state, my mouth hanging agape, goose pimples rise up on my flesh and my nerves tingle with desire, all the way from my feet and legs to the tip of my manhood. 

I peel open my glazed eyes and gaze blearily across at her. "Feels nice," I sigh.

Then, to my disbelief, her hands go higher, up to my knee, but they don't stop there - she smooths her hands slowly upwards until she reaches my upper thighs. Kneading my thighs with soapy fingers, she works her hands around to the insides of my thighs, making me spread my legs. Then her fingers are rubbing my groin, my inner thighs, and I'm acutely aware of her knuckles grazing over each side of my ball bag. I squirm about in the bath then let out a low audible groan, as the pleasure of Mum's hands on my groin overwhelms my senses.

The gentle massaging of her hands so close to my genitals has a profound affect on me. I'm in a daze, a deep state of sexual arousal, my mind befuddled by the orgasmic sensations Mum is eliciting from my body. 

I'm consumed by an urge for sexual gratification, some form of sexual release. I see a plethora of images flash through my mind of Mum touching me between the legs, washing my genitals, rubbing her soapy hands over my private parts, exciting me to climax. 

In a stupor of arousal, I slur, "Touch me."

Did I really just say that?

Mum's hands immediately leave my body and the orgasmic sensations begin to subside. I open my glazed eyes and look blearily at Mum, who is now kneeling beside the tub, arms resting on its edge, gazing down at me. 

I'm disappointed that she has stopped. The thoughts, feelings and erotic sensations that Mum was eliciting from my body were like nothing I'd ever experienced before. I'm so horny now I could burst. And the painful sensation in my balls has returned with a vengeance, throbbing with an urgent need for attention. 

"See, I told you I could do things that you'd enjoy," Mum says, peering down at me with a smile. 

My breathing is laboured and erratic as my head begins to clear and I regain a little of my composure. I peer down at my cock, pointing straight up at my face and resting on my tummy, stiff as iron. The purple head, exposed and bloated, is pulsing along with my heartbeat. My eyes wander and settle on Mum's cleavage. Her arms are resting on the edge of the tub, making her tits bulge within the confines of her dress, the cushiony mounds spilling out to reveal the top half of her spongy melons. 

Mum dips a hand into the tub and, absentmindedly, uses the tips of her fingers to gently caress the top of my thigh. As her fingers are going up and down my leg, I can't help but notice that every time she reaches the top, her hand comes very close to my genitals. I'm willing her to touch me, fondle me, relieve me of my debilitating urges. 

"You looked like you enjoyed that massage, darling. Did you find it...stimulating, in any way?" Mum whispers, staring me in the eye and biting into her bottom lip.

"Yeah, I suppose...maybe a little," I reply shyly. 

"Ah, well, that's interesting. That means your feet and legs are your erogenous zones. Now I know that, I can massage them more often. I'm pretty sure I could find another of your erogenous zones...if you'd let me.

Please, just do it, Mum. Grab my cock and throttle it to within an inch of its life, I think - but I'm far too shy to say it.

Mum continues in a soft tone. "I can imagine that having your hands all bandaged up like that, makes it quite difficult to...you know."

My face flushes, burns bright red, and I avert my eyes from hers. 

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, darling. It's a perfectly natural thing to do, especially at your age. I'm thirty-five years old and I still do it occasionally."

I feel a dizzy euphoria come over me, my head swimming with images of Mum, completely naked, legs akimbo, frigging her cunt hard and fast. The thought gives me an almighty thrill.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," I giggle nervously. "But that's nothing you can help me with, though, is it?" 

Mum doesn't say anything. Instead she gives me a little smile and shrugs her shoulders.

Fucking hell! Is she really going to do it? No fucking way! How amazing would that be? Mum, stroking my cock to orgasm, relieving me of this torture, this throbbing in my balls.

"I mean, it's no big deal, really," she whispers. "It's just a case of grabbing hold of the little soldier and giving him a good stroke. There's nothing to it when you think about it."

The anticipation is killing me at the thought of mum tossing me off. I wish she would just hurry up and touch me between the legs.

My front teeth bite into my bottom lip as I stare Mum in the eyes and smile.

"How often do you do you...you know...shake your little soldier?" she asks, with a nervous grin on her face.

I don't get the chance to reply, because, as soon as Mum says those words, I feel her hand touch my stiff cock. She stares at my face to gauge my reaction.

My eyes roll to the back of my head and I slip further down the bathtub, groaning, making my cock rise higher out the water, giving Mum a clear sign that I want her to fondle my most private and intimate area. 

Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! My mum's touching my balls! This can't be happening. I must be dreaming. Fuck, it feels good.

Her fingertips trace a pattern on my scrotum, bestowing feather-light caresses around the outline of my testicles, making my ball bag pucker up and tingle with desire. The sweet sensations are electric, and I immediately feel the orgasmic tingling engulf my body once more, making my balls bubble, my cock pulse and leak. I close my eyes and smile nervously, feeling her gentle fingers leave my balls and move up and down, caressing lightly along the under shaft of my rigid pecker, very gently stroking the silky-smooth-skin.

The head of my cock is swollen, the foreskin fully retracted and snagged behind the rim of the glans, leaving the purple head exposed. As Mum's fingers stroke up the under shaft of my willy for the umpteenth time, a fingernail catches and grazes harshly over the sensitive rim of my helmet-head. 

My eyes fly open and my body jerks as the intense sensation feels like a bolt of lightening searing through my body. 

God dam, that parts so sensitive.

Mum gasps and pulls her hand from the water. "Oh, God, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, I'm okay, Mum."

"Would you like me to carry on?"

Fuck yes! Please don't stop now!

"Oh, yes, please," I reply.

She leans over the edge of the bath, snakes an arm around my back and rests my head in the crook of her arm, cradling my head. Her hand dips back into the water and rests on my cock as she presses her lips to my ear. As she strokes the tips of her fingers around my balls and up the shaft once again, she whispers, "Let yourself go, darling. Just relax and take deep breaths. Concentrate on my hand and guide me, tell what feels nice, and tell me to stop if hurts."

Her sweet breath is caressing my face, making the hairs on the nape of my neck rise. Then she forces me against her breasts, mashes my face in her plump bosom, forcing my nose into the cleft of her sweet-smelling cleavage. I inhale the scent of Mum's perfume, trembling ever so slightly as she stimulates my intimate area. 

Her fingertip swirls around my helmet-head, in a circular motion, just skimming the sensitive flesh with feather-light touches, arousing me even further. 

"How does that feel, baby?" she murmurs.

I groan, but Mum's breasts mashed against my face muffle the sound. 

Then she rolls the foreskin back and forth, tentatively at first, over the bulbous helmet-head. The soap subs and pre-cum allow my foreskin to glide up and down with lubricated ease. 

"Just relax darling. I'll be nice and gentle. I know what you need, baby. I'm just trying to make you happy on your birthday. So you just enjoy yourself and let me empty those balls," she says soothingly.

My orgasm bubbles in the depths of my ball bag. I let out a moan, feeling my balls twitch and churn, forcing the semen closer to the surface. Mum takes a good firm hold of my stiff pecker and works her hand up and down in quick, urgent thrusts, tossing me off hard and fast, pushing me closer to the brink. 




Birthday Blushes



It was my fortieth birthday and I'd wanted something impractical, frivolous and feminine: a talisman against old age. But what I got was something quite the opposite...

*

"It's very nice." I tried not to let the disappointment show in my voice. "How thoughtfully practical of you, Don."

I know I should have been thrilled with any kind of birthday present. But this - a shiny new blender, wasn't exactly guaranteed to put the romance back into our lives. I attempted to manufacture some enthusiasm for my husband's efforts; after all, it's the thought that counts.

"I knew you'd like it!" He nodded kind of smugly, confident in the knowledge he'd spent his money wisely on something useful - as usual. It was so much like him, but where oh where was the man I married, that exciting, adventurous, sometimes foolish person of old?

He brushed a crumb off the lapel of his office suit, and stood up. "I must be off." He checked his watch. "Miss my five minute window and the traffic gets impossible. I hate being late for work."

That was a laugh. He hadn't been late for as long as I could remember and before that, no more than a couple of times in our 23 years of marriage. Still, at least he was dependable and kept a roof over our head, and it was his decent salary that enabled us to send our two children to university without too much hardship.

But, hang on... this was my fortieth birthday, one of the big 'Os'. Surely it was special enough for Don to have taken the day off as well so that we could spend it together doing something romantic? But then again, maybe he'd lost that sense of occasion, along with a load of other things he once possessed.

I shoved the blender back into its wrapping paper so it wouldn't sit there reproachfully glaring at me any longer. This year of all years I'd wanted a different kind of present, something completely impractical, romantic and frivolous. Something sweet and silly, like the fluffy white teddy with the big pink bow he bought me the first birthday after we married. Or the single red rose he gave me when Vickie was born. I wanted a talisman, I suppose, against the threat of middle age... something to hold back the tide of time.

I poured myself another cup of coffee and slumped down on a bar stool still surrounded by the breakfast dishes and the litter of cards and packages on the bar top, remembering the old days - the days when Don had still been Donald Givens, an idealistic young architect who was going to revolutionise people's lives.

I sniffed back the tears of self-pity and loaded up the dishwasher. It's a shame all the hints I'd dropped had gone unnoticed. Or perhaps he'd simply chosen to ignore them. I'd hardly been subtle in showing him illustrations from magazines with lingerie in pink satin and wicked black lace, and sentimental meadows full of poppies and buttercups advertising the latest perfumes. I'd even stopped him outside a shop window the previous Saturday afternoon to point out some lilies of the valley, with their heady scent and their frail white beauty. I had to virtually drag him away from a hardware store to look at a dainty silver necklace with my birthstone on it.

But it had all been in vain. Don just didn't see me in satin and lace anymore, or wearing sparkly jewellery. He saw me cooking in the kitchen, doing the ironing, or tidying up around the house.

I had taken the day off from work for my birthday, the first in months. I wouldn't usually be moping around at eight o'clock in the morning in my dressing gown and my precious day of freedom was not going to continue in that vein! I was going to get my hair done, and if Don insisted on being an insensitive pig, I'd treat myself to the kind of present I yearned for. Then, instead of a steak and salad followed by lemon soufflé which I'd planned for our quiet dinner at home this evening, I was going to book a candle-lit table for two at the most romantic restaurant in town I could find. I was determined that at least one of us should make an effort on my big day.

I enjoyed the hairdresser's. I don't usually, having one eye on the clock and the other on my shopping list. But today I was in the mood to indulge myself. I had a manicure and two sinful chocolate biscuits with my coffee, as well as an adventurous colour rinse, and sailed out of the salon feeling ten years younger. I treated myself to some new make-up and a long silky scarf. It was turning into a good birthday after all, I decided, as I walked by the river where Don and I used to canoodle, long ago.

I was looking for the little café near the towpath where he and I used to go when we were courting. I wasn't sure it still existed but I eventually found it, or at least the building that had now replaced it after all those years.

It was now a smart bistro. Standing outside reading the menu I realised I was famished. The prospect of a bowl of tomato and mushroom tagliatelle and a glass of rose was utterly mouth-watering.

I glanced through the window, half-covered by pretty gingham curtains and saw that it wasn't exactly crowded. After all, it was only Tuesday, hardly the busy end of the week. Then I noticed something, someone else...

I felt the colour draining from my cheeks. Don was sitting at an intimate side-table for two, complete with a posy of flowers and a bottle of wine. An attractive young woman, not much older than our daughter, Vickie, was looking attentively into his face. 

I felt sick and dizzy as my world began to fall apart. Who was she - this floozy? And what was she doing on my big day with my husband? Suddenly, I wasn't hungry anymore. In fact I felt quite sick.

I wish I'd had the courage to barge in on them and confront them, make a big scene and embarrass them both, such was my anger. Or better still, carry on as normal, as if I hadn't yet known they were there, go in and sit at a table right near their's and...

But I couldn't.

The sheer shock horror of what I had just seen robbed be of any strength and fight and I stumbled away from the bistro, feeling like a child excluded from a party, the one who stands out in the cold and peers in longingly through the window at all the others unwrapping presents, playing games and enjoying themselves.

***

Don arrived home early for once. He found me lying in the darkened bedroom. I said I had a migraine. Somehow I couldn't face him with the truth. My discovery had drained me of all energy and nerve. I suppose, too, that with part of my mind I was wishing and praying that there might turn out to be a reasonable explanation. I didn't want to upset the apple cart if there was the least chance I was jumping to the wrong conclusion.

He was very sympathetic and attentive. When he bent over me a lock of his dark brown hair fell across his forehead and reminded me for a moment how he'd looked in his youth, dashing, almost dangerous. But when I thought of what I had seen earlier, his concern seemed to have a hollow ring. I was torn. It wasn't like Don to hide something. The Donald I knew was an honest and honourable person.

"That's a shame," he said. "I'd lined up a nice little surprise for you."

"Oh?"

"I was hoping to take you out to dinner tonight, but if you don't feel up to it..?"

Now what was I to say? I had feigned migraine, could I suddenly affect a remarkable but believable recovery? And then I thought again of the scene I'd witnessed at lunchtime today.

"Where had you thought of taking me?" I tried to phrase my words in such a way that would still allow his offer to remain open until the eleventh hour. I didn't want to close the book completely. When he said the name of the restaurant I just couldn't believe it. It was the same one where I'd also booked a table for us that evening. But I didn't let on. I didn't want to steal his thunder.

"Can I get you anything, darling," he said. "A glass of water and maybe some paracetamol?"

"No, I've already had some," I fibbed. "I'm sure if I just give it ten minutes it will pass. It's just these damned zig-zag flashes in the corner of my eye at the moment. But they usually pass off after a while."

"Tell you what... I'll go to the bathroom and get myself cleaned-up and if by the time I've come out you're feeling well enough, we'll both get changed and go."

I agreed. When I heard the shower running I began to look half-heartedly at the clothes in my wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear, but not caring too much. I was in two minds. Part of me was bitterly hurt, and the other part still wanted to be indulged on my big day. It would be nice if my birthday wasn't a total disaster. If only there could be a legitimate explanation about Don and that beautiful girl, then things could still turn out fine.

Perhaps it was a colleague, or a client. Trouble was, their meal had looked a far more intimate affair than just a business lunch. I did so want to be wrong. All my grievances of the morning dwindled to nothing. Don could be as dull as ditchwater from now on if he liked and I wouldn't care, as long as he was still mine. I had to admit I was still very much in love with my husband.

All at once I was head-over-heels, a dizzy teenager, not just in love, but dazzled by it. I hadn't felt this way for years, the twin torments of passion and jealousy had suddenly consumed me. I didn't know I was still capable of feeling these emotions. ***

The head waiter was very understanding about the double booking. He also ignored my red-ringed eyes and pale face with professional grace. Somewhere in the middle of the prawn cocktails, I asked Don about his day. His eyebrows lifted ever so slightly. He shrugged. "So-so... Much as usual, really."

"Did you go out to lunch?" I pressed, ignoring his slightly concerned frown. He put down his fork.

"What is it, Katy?" He put his hand over mine. "Just something to talk about,"

"I know you. If there's something on your mind, let's have it out in the open. You know I don't believe in bottling things up."

Just then, I felt a tear roll down my face.

"Oh, darling, what is it?" he said, showing instant concern.

When I'd dried my eyes and composed myself I told Don about what I'd seen earlier in the day. Instead of looking like somebody who'd been rumbled, he just smiled, almost as if he was relieved.

"Is that what this is all about? I thought it was something serious by the way you've been acting."

He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it tenderly. "Today I had to take a client out to lunch. She just happens to be a very attractive young lady. The firm are designing a house for her, a wedding present from her father to be. I have seen her quite a bit recently, and shall be seeing her more as the building progresses. The father-in-law is very rich and if this project goes okay he could well put a lot of business our way."

"But you had looked so enamoured with each other when I saw you. It wasn't like you were having a business meeting"

"Well, as I said, Kelly Lander is a very attractive young lady, and I guess I was doing my best to impress her. I'm sorry if it appeared any other way."

He kissed and squeezed my hand again, trying to reassure me.

"I like to think I still have a bit of the old charm left."

"Donald Givens," I said. "I didn't think you had it in you. I just wish you'd save some for me now and again."

I decided I had to trust what he was telling me and I'm glad I did. I've since been doing some major re-assessment about us, and about me especially. I was upset about the blender at the time, but what had I given Don last Christmas? A new electric drill. I was just as bad. Did he wonder, like me, what had become of the woman he married? Did he long for romance too?

So I'm trying to make an effort, encouraging us to do some of the things we used to do and got so much fun from. I know the burning passion one gets in one's youth and still has to a certain extent in the early years of marriage mellows with age; but that's no reason we should take each other for granted. With a few slight adjustments and compromises we can still get a lot out of life. Sometimes it's good to have the occasional blip and doubts. It forces you to regroup and focus on what's important. Anyway, with two beautiful children as well as a doting husband, I had a lot to be thankful for - and that is important.

It's Don's birthday next month and I'm determined to buy him anything other than something that's useful and practical. After all, when we got back home after the meal that particular evening Don had another surprise waiting for me, and when I put it on to show him, there was a glint in his eye that I hadn't seen in a long, long while.

THE END



Birthday Bombshell



"Stay right there and don't move. I'll get the door," I said, moving across our lamp lit bedroom toward the French doors.

Carl, my handsome husband, sat in a silky pair of boxers in the wingback next to the bed. A pink sash that I'd bought as a belt covered his eyes. I didn't want him to see what was happening too early or he might back out. He loved me and he'd assume that I'd done this just for him and feel guilty. Truth be told, I was doing it for me, too. 

I opened the door to see Charley, a brunette with flashing dark eyes. She looked just as I'd hoped. Beneath a black overcoat that hung open, she wore a black latex bustier, miniskirt, and shiny black thigh high boots. Her round, porcelain breasts stood in stark contrast to her dark, wet lips. She was so sexy that I couldn't wait for Carl to see her. 

"Hey. I'd hoped I was at the right place." She smiled and glanced into the room.

"Yeah, come on in."

We'd gone over the plan when I asked her to help a week ago. I didn't know if she'd show, since my contact with her had been conversations through a mutual guy-friend and one quick meeting. Luckily, she kept her word. 

Charley put her things on the table and turned toward me, sliding off her coat. She whispered, "Are you nervous?"

I giggled and stripped off the bathrobe hiding my own costume. "Yeah, a little."

"Charley?" Carl said.

"Hang on just a second, honey."

Charley smiled, moving close to me. "Boy is he gonna be surprised."

I breathed deep, taking in her sweet, musky perfume and nodded, trying not to stare at her enticing chest.

She glanced from me to her cleavage, and then back with a smile. "Where do you want to start?"

I glanced away, toward Charley. "Right here I guess."

Her hand immediately went to my breast, taking me by surprise. I glanced down to see her head bent to the swell of my breast. The sensation of her warm, damp tongue across my flesh made my flesh prickle. 

I'd hoped that I wouldn't freeze when it came to action, and I didn't. I raised my hand to her hair and grabbed a handful. When she glanced up, I pulled her lips to mine. 

Her lips were sticky and tender, brushing across mine playfully at first. Then, she pressed her tongue against mine, letting me savor the moment and the taste of cherry candy that lingered in her mouth. When she slipped her hands around my waist and opened her mouth to me, I released years of wonder and frustration in one lingering kiss.

"Hey, what's going on?" Carl said.

She broke the kiss, breathless and glowing. "Should we tell him?"

I nodded. "Carl, you can look now."

I watched him yank off the blindfold, still holding Charley close to me. I tried not to let her tongue caressing the side of my neck become a distraction and even managed a smile in his direction. "Happy Birthday, babe."

No sooner were the words out of my mouth, before Charley pulled me into another kiss. She pressed her mouth against mine and slipped her tongue in again. It floated across my lips softly, and then she probed it deeply so that it sent us both stumbling into the wall. She wanted it as bad as I did.

I let my tongue twist and turn with hers, enjoying the sense of her chest pressed hard against mine. As her delicate hands clasped my throat, I snaked the back of my boot up and around her leg.

She broke the kiss again, tracing her tongue down my chin, then to my breasts again. I ran my fingers through her velvety dark hair, enjoying the fantasy come true. 

She nipped at my skin with her teeth, and then leaned back. Her hands reached behind me, skillfully unzipping my skirt. I slanted forward as she wriggled it down my hips and let it drop to my feet. I'd thought ahead and didn't bother with panties.

"Turn around," I said.

When she did, I unfastened her skirt. She stepped back for me to take in the full view and turned toward me. Her smooth, honeyed skin allowed the skirt to slide off easier than mine, revealing her bare shaven twat. I wanted to reach out and touch it, to see if she was as wet as I was.

Biting my lip, I turned my attention to Carl. It was, after all, his birthday. He sat with his mouth slightly open, still in shock. I moved onto the bed and crawled close to him. "Carl, what do you want us to do?"

He laughed nervously. "Surprise me." 

Charley slipped onto the bed, then crawled over to me. "Why don't we just give him a show?"

"Okay." I let my hand glide up her thigh to her cunt. It was soft and moist. With two small rubs, my finger brushed her clit. "I think we can do that."

Her hands disappeared behind her back for a moment, then appeared again as the bustier fell away. Her breasts were flawless, nice, smooth mounds with delicate pinkish brown nipples. 

I grabbed the discarded clothing and tossed it off the bed. Making sure I kept our positions where Carl could watch, and careful not to poke him with my stiletto, I bent in front of her. I cupped her breast in one hand and ran my tongue flat across her nipple, licking it erect. 

Chills covered her flesh. Each time I flicked my tongue across her nipple, it spring back into place. When I swirled my tongue around it, her nails scraped across my scalp. With a fist full of my hair, she pulled my head to the other breast and pushed my mouth to that nipple. 

I opened my mouth, taking her in and sucking her softly. She moaned soft, dragging the other hand's nails along my back and making my muscles tightened. 

I pulled back so that I was on my knees in front of her. "Sit on the headboard." 

A quick glance at Carl and I could see his rock hard cock bulging out of his boxers. When he glanced from her to me, he smiled. 

I looked back to Charley, who leaned her head against the wall, and began to trace her hand over her breast in tempting circles. As the hand moved lower, she opened her eyes and stared down at me, spreading her boot-covered legs. Suddenly I was glad we'd forked out the cash for the heavy wooden furniture.

"Can I join?" Carl said.

"Sure. But you're not allowed to fuck her. "

I crawled over to Charley on all fours, sliding between her legs. I propped my elbows on her legs and pulled her open to see the full view of her soaked cunt. With one long lick from the bottom up, I took her syrupiness. When she groaned, I flattened my tongue and moved it slowly back and forth across her pink flesh. 

I navigated one hand down and slithered a finger inside her soaking channel. She gasped and grabbed the back of my head, pushing my face into her succulence. Taking my signal, I slipped another finger in, and began sucking, and then licking her in short spurts. When her body began to grind against me, I crooked my fingers, and rubbed for her g-spot. 

Charley said something but I wasn't sure what because she clamped her legs against my head. Her body began to jerk and she let out a long, lustful howl. I made another long lick across her flesh, then pulled out my juice-covered fingers. . 

When I moved, I realized that Carl was suckling her nipple. Charley's head was back and I could see her biting her bottom lip. Of course, I had a momentary pang of jealousy, but I couldn't blame him for wanting her.

When Charley opened her eyes, they locked on me. She pulled Carl's head away from her slowly, and then slinked across the bed toward me. When she got close enough, she reached out a hand and pushed me down onto the bed. 

Carl stroked himself and watched as she moved to her feet, dragging her hand along my leg. She straddled me so that her boots looked like they were pointing the way. When, she knelt I stared up at her drenched flesh and traced my fingers up the insides of her thighs. Playing one fingernail across her clit, I watched intently as her pussy moved and even took a quick lick at it. 

After she returned the favor by pulling my legs wide and running her tongue over me, I shivered and went to work. I ran my tongue up the length of her, then let it slip inside and back out as she massaged my pussy, her fingers teasing me with the idea of penetration. I moved to her button, licking it in long, unhurried lashes as she eased two fingers in and out, letting them rub across my button before sliding back in. 

Finally, she pulled away and slapped me on the hip. "Raise up your ass." 

I did, and she stuffed a pillow under me so that I was inclined slightly. When she began to rub that perfect spot again, I could hear her sucking Carl off. The sound of it made me want her more. 

I slipped two fingers into her again and moved my head to the side slightly so that I could see my husband with her. I watched her take him in deep, throaty strokes, deeper than I had managed in our years of marriage. My fingers thrust into her in the same rhythm that he fucked her mouth. 

When he looked like he was about to pop, she pulled him out of her mouth and motioned toward me. She ran her fingernails over me leisurely as Carl guided his dick in. He was hard, harder than he'd been in a long time, and this time he didn't take his time. He grabbed my legs for leverage and plunged deep with a grunt, filling me. 

Charley's tongue was on me, licking what she could reach, and rubbing the space were his cock met my spreading flesh. I tried to finger her in rhythm, but I was too close to orgasm to concentrate, and she rotated her hips against my hand in circles. 

I pushed my hips hard against them both, riding the cadence they'd set. My body tensed around him and I swiveled my hips so that he found the right spot.

"Oh, that's it," I yelled.

I felt him thrust hard and burst into me. I spasmed against his twitching cock, pushing his fluid out onto us in spurts. 

"Damn," Carl moaned.

As I calmed, I watched Charley stroking her breasts. She rode my hand and moaned, her body tightening around my fingers at irregular intervals. At last, she leaned back, grinding hard against me and let out a resonant, throaty sound.

They collapsed onto the bed, her to my left and Carl to my right. She pressed in beside me, her wet skin against my hip and he wrapped an arm around both of us. 

"That was some kinda birthday present," Carl said.

"I know," Charley and I said at the same time, then giggled. 

"We should do this again some time," she added, giving me a quick, soft kiss.

"Definitely," I said and laughed. "My birthday's next month."

-end-



Birthday Bondage



She had never tried bondage before today. Her boyfriend had often brought it up but Amy was inexperienced and nervous about trying something that strange, even if it did fascinate her a little. Eventually John wore her down and for his birthday, Amy agreed to try anything he wanted for the day. 

John arrived at Amy's apartment at 9:00 in the morning like he did every Saturday for breakfast. He didn't get much sleep the night before because he was too excited thinking about today. His birthday had finally arrived and more than cake or gifts, he was excited to hold Amy to her promise. John waited for Amy to come to the door. The backpack slung over his shoulder was weighed down with as much of his bondage gear as it could hold. It pulled on his shoulder but John didn't care. He was lighter than air; bouncing from excitement. He quickly regained his composure as Amy opened the door.

"Good morning sweety," she greeted as she kissed him on the cheek. "Happy Birthday!" Amy immediately noticed the bulging backpack as John walked in. She too had a restless night thinking about what he had planned. While the idea of John taking control in the bedroom definitely got her excited, Amy feared that being tied up and at his mercy would be far too intense for her. 

Amy had visited a few bondage websites the previous night, hoping to get an idea of what she was in for. She dreamed about what she had seen online and the images ran through her head all morning as she made breakfast. When she saw John walk through the door with the backpack butterflies began fluttering in her stomach.

After a nice breakfast of veggie omelets, French toast, and orange juice, John was ready to get started on his birthday plans. He quickly cleared the table and left the dishes in the sink. Grabbing Amy by the wrist, he pulled her to her feet leading her into the living room.

John wrapped his arms around Amy's waist and looked into her eyes. "You remember what you promised me last week for my birthday?" Amy nodded. "And you still want to go through with it?" Again Amy nodded nervously. "There's no need to be nervous baby. It may be a little intense but I promise you that you will love it." 

Amy kissed John on the lips and smiled, "I'm ready".

"First thing I need you to do is remove all your clothes," John instructed, "We don't want them getting in the way and It will be impossible to remove them later on".

Amy grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly began to lift it up above her head. John's eyes followed it on its way up. His eyes traveled up her tight toned stomach to her breasts as her shirt rose. It rose past her lacy dark blue bra holding in her firm perky breasts. Amy tossed her top on a nearby chair and turned her back to John. Hooking her thumbs in the waistline of her shorts, Amy bent over as she slid her shorts down her firm ass exposing a matching blue lace thong. She stepped out of her shorts, tossed them on the chair and turned to face John.

His cock twitched in his pants, "I love it but I did say remove ALL your clothes." With a playful pout of her lips Amy reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, tossing it at John. With a shimmy her thong fell to the floor at her feet. 

John smiled. He took Amy's wrist and led her to the back of the couch. With the front of her thighs pressed against the couch, John leaned Amy forward until her hands rested on the cushion in front of her. "Don't move," instructed John as he rummaged through his backpack searching for his first length of rope. Rope in hand, John knelt down in front of the couch and positioned Amy's hands. He coiled one end of the rope around Amy's wrists and tied a knot. He took the other end of the rope and tied it to the leg of the large oak coffee table in the center of the room stretching Amy's arms out in front of her. Amy was now unable to move from her bent over position without climbing over the back of the couch.

Knowing that Amy still had a method of escape John returned to his backpack and removed two more lengths of rope. He walked up behind Amy and kissed the small of her back while he spread her legs apart with his foot. This lowered Amy's hips and allowed her to rest her weight on the back of the couch. John quickly tied each ankle to a separate leg of the couch trapping Amy in a wide open, bent over position.

John took a step back to admire his work. Bent over in front of him was his hot young girlfriend tied to the couch in her first bondage experience. He watched as Amy squirmed in her bonds, testing their security. Her head turned as she looked around the room trying to see John to get an idea of his next move. The sensation of being trapped and exposed was a little intense but exciting just as John had promised. The experience was beginning to arouse Amy as she felt her vulnerable pussy moisten.

From his position behind her, John could see Amy's excitement. Silently, he dropped to his knees behind her and brushed his tongue against her wet folds. Amy let out a gasp, surprised by Johns tongue. It slid from her clit down between her lips, delicately tracing her every fold. Each pass of his tongue caused Amy's arousal to rise. Skillfully, John coaxed more and more wetness from Amy's slit. 

John grabbed her ass with both hands and continued to probe her sweet hole as Amy attempted to move her hips to meet his mouth. Amy moaned as the pleasure built in her groin. John's face was smeared with her juices and even more dripped down her smooth thigh. Her mind raced as John continued to build her excitement. He brought her close to orgasm yet refused to take her all the way there. Amy moaned and tugged on the rope securing her hands, wanting to reach between her legs and relieve some of her building frustration.

"Oh God," Amy cried, "Quit teasing me and let me cum!"

"This just won't do," said John, removing his mouth from her denied slit. "We can't have you moaning and shouting, the neighbors are going to call the cops." Amy didn't even hear the rustling of the backpack as John dug through it. She was too focused on her own juices tracing their way down her thigh and forming a puddle on the floor. She wasn't paying attention when John knelt down by her face. By the time she realized what he had in his hands, it was too late. The red rubber ball gag had already been forced into her mouth and was being strapped behind her head.

The taste of rubber was a shock to Amy. She shook her head trying to throw off the gag but John had strapped it on too tight. The gag filled her mouth and the rubber ball press against her tongue. Her jaw barely stretched far enough to accommodate the giant intruder. Amy tried to force the gag out and close her mouth but was unable to do so without first loosening the buckle behind her head. Until John decided to release her, she was stuck and unable to protest.

John returned to his position behind his captive and began teasing her dripping wet slit. Soon Amy noticed another sensation on her pussy. It was more firm than John's tongue. Amy could not tell what John was using on her, it didn't really matter. All Amy wanted was to relieve her aching pussy. She tried to move her hips to entice John to fill her with the object in hopes of finally reaching orgasm but with ankles and wrists bound, she couldn't do much. John rubbed the object up and down her slit, coating it in her slick juices. Amy moaned through her gag although the sound was substantially muffled. Just as Amy began to give up hope of the toy ever being inside her, John dragged it up to her tight virgin asshole. 

Panic rushed through Amy as she realized the toy must be a butt plug. She tried to yell at John to stop but with the gag, even Amy couldn't understand what she was saying. She had never had so much as a finger in her ass before and now John was rubbing it with a plug, lubricated with her own juices. 

John pressed the end of the plug against Amy's hole and watched her squirm. He knew she had never had anything insider her before. John had tried to initiate anal play previously but Amy always waved him off saying "Not tonight, we'll do it some other time." With Amy tied up and unable to protest, this was that time. "Relax baby," he said as he continued to press the plug against her hole. Through Amy's muffled protests her hole began to widen and accept the intruder that stretched her further than ever before. Finally, with a POP the toy secured itself inside her.

It was an uncomfortable yet interesting feeling for Amy to have her ass filled. It wasn't painful and not nearly as horrible as she expected. With this toy plugging her ass, Amy hoped that John would return to her needy pussy, still dripping wet. Her hope was fulfilled as she heard John remove his clothes.

Naked, John's cock stood firm pointing, like a compass, to Amy's warm cunt. He walked forward and pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy. Amy moaned in the pleasure of knowing what was about to come. John continued moving forward easily sliding his hard cock into her velvety hole.

Never in her life had Amy felt so full. The plug in her ass was stretching her open while John's cock reached deep inside her. The feeling was different for John as well. He could tell the plug was filling her well because everything was a little tighter. He slid out as easily as he had entered until only the tip of his cock was still inside his girlfriend. John pressed into Amy again but with more force this time. When he buried himself as deep as he could, his pelvis pressed against the butt plug sending jolts of pleasure through Amy. He pulled almost completely out again and then slammed into his captive. John continued sawing into Amy, each time purposely going far enough to contact the plug. The sensations kept building up inside Amy. While it wasn't impossible for her to reach orgasm through penetration alone, it did take a long time.

For nearly a half hour John slammed into his captive. Every time he did, Amy's thighs pressed against the back of the couch and the plug wiggled in her ass. Her breasts swayed back and forth with each animalistic thrust. Saliva dripped from around the ball gag stuffed in Amy's mouth. Eventually John felt Amy's pussy begin to twitch as her impending orgasm closed in. Amy did all she could, in her limited power, to work her way towards her orgasm. The pressure was building inside her as John continued to pound into her. Amy's moaning gave her away. Just as she was about to reach climax John pulled out.

Amy screamed into her gag and attempted to buck her hips as her orgasm slowly faded out of reach. Hopelessness filled Amy and brought tears to her eyes as the thing she wanted most slipped from her grasp. 

SMACK! Amy howled as pain spread across her right ass cheek. SMACK! Now on her left cheek to match the right. "Did I say you could cum?" John scolded. SMACK! Amy shook her head in response to his question. "And what were you about to do?" SMACK! "You were about to cum! Weren't you!" SMACK! "Hopefully this will teach you think twice before trying to cum without my permission." 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Over and over John assaulted her pink ass until it turned a bright shade of red. While the spanking taught her lesson, it also added to her arousal. John's control over her body caused her pussy to drip even more onto the floor. Her ass burned more with each subsequent strike. 

SMACK! SMACK!

"It's obvious you can't be trusted not to cum without permission so we are going to let your pussy take a break," explained John as he grabbed the plug in Amy's ass and slowly began to pull it out. Realizing John had not orgasmed and still intended to fuck her, Amy clenched her ass to try and hold onto the plug, that only moments before she had wished was gone. A few quick smacks to Amy's ass quickly got her to release the plug.

"Please don't. Your cock is too big," pleaded Amy through the gag. But her muffled begging went unnoticed. Still slick from Amy's pussy, John pressed his cock against Amy's now looser hole. While the plug had helped to prepare her for penetration, John's dick was much longer and wider than it was. Amy bit down into the red ball in her mouth as John continued to slowly force his cock into her ass. Amy's ass gripped tight around his cock requiring John to grip her waist for more leverage. Amy felt as the head of his cock made it inside her. She felt as inch after inch jammed its way into her no longer virgin hole. Eventually, after much effort, John had sunk his entire length into Amy. 

The feeling was amazing for him. He could feel Amy clenching around his cock tighter than her pussy ever could. Slowly, John pulled back until only the head remained inside Amy and then slowly pressed it back into her. Confidently, he repeated the process. Gradually adding more speed each time. By the time he had reached his full speed, Amy had relaxed to the point where there wasn't much resistance. Eventually the pain for Amy faded into discomfort; then from discomfort into pleasure. Her jaw relaxed around the gag as she tried to buck her hips back to meet Johns cock. While she hated the method John used to take her ass, she had to admit she was glad he did. She would have never willingly let John fuck her ass but now that he was, it was exhilarating. The pleasure Amy received was like nothing she had ever experienced. 

John continued to pound Amy's asshole, assuming correctly that she would be unable to orgasm from anal sex alone. All it did for Amy was succeed in making her more desperate for orgasm and attention to her pussy. Her thighs pressed hard into the back of the couch as she attempted to brace herself with her bound hand.

It didn't take long for John to reach the edge. Even without him telling her, Amy knew when John started to orgasm. She felt his warm cum spurt deep inside her. Jet after jet of hot cum filled Amy's asshole as John finished his final thrusts. John slumped over Amy exhausted as his cock gradually softened inside her. 

After a few minutes, John stood and removed his limp cock from where it rested inside Amy. As he did, a thin stream of white semen began to trickle out of Amy's asshole. John reacted quickly. Grabbing the butt plug, he slid it back into Amy, filling the gap that his cock had just left. After such a thorough fucking, the plug was barely able to stay in place and stop the flow of cum.

"Now you be a good girl while I go shower," instructed John. "When I come back I expect to see that plug right where I left it, otherwise you are in store for another spanking." Amy nodded in understanding. She absolutely did not want to be spanked again. With one last kiss on the center of her back, John walked to the bathroom and left Amy alone with her thoughts and an ass full of his cum.

From where she was tied, it was impossible for Amy to see the clock. She couldn't be certain but she was pretty sure she had been tied in this position for at least an hour. Now without John fucking her, she was able to get a feel for her situation. Her legs were tired from being spread open for so long and her back was beginning to stiffen. Hopefully John would let her free soon, she thought as she heard him turn on the shower. The air was cool and offered some soothing relief to her pink burning cheeks. Her pussy was still leaking and her mouth was still dripping; both leaving small puddles on the floor. Her clit yearned for attention as she had been deprived of an orgasm this entire ordeal. Her jaw ached from being forced open by the gag. 

While her body was uncomfortable, Amy was beginning to love the situation she was in. Tied up under John's control she didn't have a care in the world. Any worries she had were gone because at the moment, there was nothing she could do but sit and wait. 

Amy was so lost in thought she hadn't noticed that John was out of the shower. She hadn't heard his footstep on the floor and didn't see him until he was standing naked in front of her. Amy craned her neck to try to meet his eyes with hers. "Time for round two," said John with an evil grin on his face.

John reached behind Amy's head and unbuckled the clasp holding the ball gag in place. With a POP! John removed the gag from Amy's mouth. It glistened with saliva. Amy barely had time to stretch her jaw before he had replaced the gag with his stiff cock. Amy's eyes widened, she had not expected to have her mouth invaded so quickly. She wrapped her lips around John's cock and bobbed her head up and down. He was standing so close that Amy was unable to pull her head back far enough to free her mouth.

Amy was very skilled at sucking cock. According to her previous boyfriends, her tongue could do magical things. Amy swirled it around the tip of John's dick, lightly flicking the underside. She slid his hard shaft deep into her mouth using all the techniques she had to give John the most pleasure she could. She wanted to please him in hopes he would return the kindness by granting her an orgasm. Amy continued to bob on his cock keeping her eyes locked on his the entire time.

John loved when Amy gave him blowjobs. She had no problem making him cum quickly but John didn't want that today. He grabbed Amy by the hair on the back of her head and began to thrust his hips. Amy's eyes widened as John's cock slid into her throat. Amy had deep throated John before but never this forcefully. Her eyes watered as she gagged on his cock. John continued to fuck her throat, occasionally pausing with Amy's nose pressed against his pelvis, cock down her throat. 

Amy barely had time to breathe, much less swallow as saliva coated her face. She gagged each time his cock buried itself deep in her throat. Relentlessly, John fucked her. Her face was a mess; coated in a mixture of saliva and tears from the constant gagging. Finally John removed his cock and released her hair. Amy's head slumped down and tried to catch her breath. John quickly reinserted the gag and tightly buckled it around her head.

He briskly walked around the couch until he stood behind Amy. "Do you remember what happens if you try to cum without permission? I hope so because you don't have permission yet." With that, John inserted his slick cock into Amy's dripping cunt.

Amy moaned in delight. Her pussy hadn't had any contact since John pulled out and denied her an orgasm more than an hour ago yet she was still wet. She welcomed him inside her. Slick from Amy's mouth and her aroused juices, John had no issue sliding deep into his girlfriend, yet again pressing on the butt plug with his pelvis. While not nearly as tight as Amy's asshole, John enjoyed the warm sooth sensations surrounding his cock. Forward and backward he thrust into her, quickly gaining speed. He slammed into her roughly and aggressively like a wild animal sending ripples through Amy's tight ass and thighs every time his body hit hers.

Amy squeezed around his cock as she fought off her approaching orgasm. She badly wanted to orgasm but she wanted to avoid another spanking even more. "May I cum?" Amy unintelligibly begged through her gag. John did not respond and continued hammering into her. "Please! I need to cum!" she moaned but again her pleas were ignored. 

Amy clenched every muscle in her body and bit hard into the gag to avoid orgasm as John erupted inside her. He filled her with his warm creamy load, mixing with her own juices. Amy could only moan as, for the second time today, John experienced what she had been so heartlessly denied. One load of cum trapped in her ass and another spurting into her pussy, Amy felt less like John's girlfriend and more like an object for him to use. Her only purpose to please him any way he wished. She again felt free. All the worries of her life drifting away to be replaced with her desire to please the man she loved.

After a final spurt, John pulled out. With nothing to replace his cock, a mixture of semen and Amy's own juices began to leak from her well fucked pussy. Some dripped onto the floor while more traced its way down the inside of Amy's thigh. She could hear John in the kitchen, likely making lunch after an exhausting fuck. Amy smiled around the gag. John had been completely right. This had been one of the most intense experiences of her entire life and she loved it. She knew this wouldn't be the last time she would be tied up and fucked and next time she would be the one asking John for it.




Birthday Bondage



John looked over at his bound girlfriend and smiled as he made lunch. Maybe I should let her rest for a bit, he thought. After all, it was only noon and he had many more ideas of what to do with the rest of his birthday.



Birthday Boners



Note; my aim is to tell an explicit story without being vulgar. For example, I will never refer to a vagina or the woman it is attached to as a cunt. I also won't use silly sexual cliche's like "red veined throbbing member" to describe a penis. If you're looking for gonzo style male dominated depravity, you probably won't like my style. Having said all that, I hope you do like it. 




 When Gail came out of the bathroom with a big grin and carrying a condom and KY it was obvious what she was in the mood for. Before me, Gail's butt had been a virgin. She had never been with anyone who "got near that thing". Now I was not exactly a seasoned veteran of anal love making myself, but have for a long time enjoyed a bit of back door play. The first time my tongue wondered down from Gail's pussy to enjoy and entertain her little butt hole she quickly developed an appetite.

 Beginning with some loving face time and fingers, she soon graduated to butt plugs. She developed an affinity for the fullness felt with the plug when we made love; the orgasms experienced by the double penetration were the strongest that she had ever felt. Soon she became curious about actual anal sex, and I was elated to introduce her to that kinky pastime. 

 So into the bed she crawled and we laid there snuggling and kissing, then touching and massaging, finally I went down for some pussy licking. As soon as I got my face into position I noticed Gail sporting a spare part. Laughing, I told her I thought inserting the butt plug was my job! Gail told me that she put the plug in after she got out of the shower, about an hour before climbing into the sack. Wearing the plug for that hour got Gail more wet then I had ever seen her. There was so much fluid running from her pussy that were it not for its lack of color I would have suspected that I was getting sloppy seconds.

 Gail took my leg and pulled me up on top of her. As I went face down on her pussy and began lapping the juices from her inner thighs and cheeks, she went to work sucking and licking my balls. When I began focusing on her clit, her tongue moved below the boys and down the taint to my butt. Her first orgasm was approaching, and as the intensity built she rimmed me harder and harder. The rimming caused my licking to get a bit over exuberant and she had to tell me to back off a bit after she came. Her licking stopped as well, but was soon replaced by a slippery object which first massaged and then invaded my anus. 

 The insertion of the plug into me had caused my cock to lose a bit of its hardness, so Gail rolled me off of her and then went down. I have heard is said that there is no such thing as a bad blowjob, but I'm here to tell you that all cocksuckers are not created equal. Gail's BJ's are truly exquisite; she does not bob her head up and down trying to simulate intercourse, a mouth can never match the feeling of a vagina. While Gail can take average size cocks all the way down to their base, her focus is mostly on the head, she rolls her tongue round and round with just the right amount of pressure. I've described her oral skills as penis worship. 

 Gail had me blown back up in no time, but she backed off without making me cum. She tore open the condoms wrapper and rolled the rubber onto my dick with her mouth. Squirting a generous amount of lube into her hand she gave my penis a few firm, long slow strokes before running her hand in between her butt cheeks. 

 Turning onto her side, she reached into nightstand and came out with her g-spot vibe. I moved behind Gail in a spooning position and she parted her legs as I guided my dick in between her cheeks. I rubbed my dick up and down her crack, gradually increasing the pressure against her anus. Gail vocalized a soft moan of approval and I slowly eased myself into her. Once inside her I heard the vibrator come to life with its mildly annoying hum. Soon I could feel the vibrator as she found her G-spot. 

 Fucking her ass felt fantastic, the tightness of her sphincter muscles, the vibrations from her toy, and in this position the pressure from her butt cheeks on my dick as I slid in and out. We tried to go slow but with all of the above going on at the same time it wasn't but a few minutes before we were each experiencing monster orgasms. Normally a quiet lover, Gail let out a moan/scream like I've never heard from her in the past.

 We laid there resting and catching our breath, I had my arm around her and she held my hand to her breast. In an exhausted voice Gail told me "that had to be the biggest fucking O I've ever felt". 

"Girl, that's what I intended to give you on your birthday in two weeks". 

"Swear to god hubs, if you top this one on my birthday you just might kill me"!

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 A few months prior had been my birthday, and Gail had persuaded one of her girlfriends to spend the evening with us. That experience had been quite a treat, and at the end of that night Gail told me that her birthday was coming, suggesting to me that I might match the experience by inviting one of my buddies. 

 I had one particular guy in mind. In a past life (pushing fifty these days) Dennis answered a classified ad for a car I was selling. Dennis's love for outrageous humor and beer meshed with mine and we became fast friends. Dennis's spouse at the time was Kathy, a nurse and a hot little spinner who also had a great sense of humor. We all became close, and it turned out that Kathy's affinity for sex leaned toward the insatiable side. Dennis eventually confided to me that he and Kathy had engaged in some MMF sex with another of his friends, and said that Kathy wanted to invite my then wife and me for a wife swap. My first wife didn't possess the kinky genes, and the perversions I have today were not yet developed at that time in my life, so nothing dirty happened at that time.

 A year or so later Kathy filed for divorce from Dennis, and she and I ended up having an affair; and for a young twenty something girl she really was an amazing fuck. But Dennis was having a hard time with the divorce, and I was a total shit for getting involved with Kathy. I always felt guilty about the affair, and came clean about it with both Dennis and my wife about 10 years later. Dennis was okay with the confession, the missus wasn't, and we ended up divorced for that and many other reasons years later. 

 Dennis was divorced for a second time after raising the kids. He's a great dad and the kind of guy who helps anyone in need, but just not the sort of guy that does well being married. I'd hoped that he would take our invitation well, and although Dennis held no ill feelings about the affair, I'd also hoped this would help with the guilt that I still felt. 

 I have heard our house described as a California ranch, though we live in Michigan. We knocked out most of the non-support interior walls to give the house a more modern feel. The family room opens to a huge cedar deck in the backyard. The first eight foot of the deck is covered from the elements, then extends about another twenty feet with a large spa tub, comfortable outdoor lounge furniture, an over sized Weber Grill that I enjoy using all year long, and a fire pit I built from plans I found in some handyman magazine. The yard also enjoys total privacy; Gail has a green thumb and the balance of the yard is landscaped like a tiny botanical garden, which includes an outdoor shower area which is used to rinse off after yard work, and depending on the Michigan weather and mosquitos, as a primary shower as well. A peeping tom with a drone would capture lots of nudity out there.

 Gail's special birthday was planned for a Saturday in early September. The day turned out to be a gorgeous extension of the summer. We spent the morning grooming the garden, we each were wearing some old running shorts and tennis shoes (and nothing else) while working in the flowers and bushes. When we worked up a sweat we jumped into the hot tub, which wasn't kept hot at all during the day while the weather was warm.

 We finished with the chores a little after noon, lost the shoes, dropped the shorts, and got under the outdoor shower to rinse off the dirt and stink from the garden. I told Gail to hop in the tub as I went into the kitchen to retrieve the sangria I had mixed up on Friday. 

We chilled out in the (cool) tub with our sangrias for a spell until Dennis rang the front door bell. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went to the door. I found Dennis standing there with a goofy grin, sort of like the cat that just ate the pet parakeet. He was also clutching a bouquet of roses in his fist; I asked him if those were for me and he said "no dumb ass". I said the flowers would definitely guarantee him a blow job as I gave him a towel and directed him to a bedroom where he could get naked before meeting us out back. 

 While still married to wife number two, Dennis and his spouse spent lots of afternoons with us at the house. Our place has always been a top free environment so seeing the girls topless was not unusual, but in those days, at least for Gail and me, wife swaps and threesomes were still just fantasy. To date Gail and I had engaged in one foursome and one threesome with two girls, so tonight's arrangement was a first for us, and I was a bit apprehensive. 

 I was standing next to the spa and Gail was still in the water when Dennis came out, towel hanging over one shoulder, flowers in his hand. Gail beamed in appreciation of the flowers.... I think it was the flowers.... Maybe it was Dennis's penis.... Not really sure. Gail took the flowers from Dennis and as she always did, greeted him with a kiss on the lips; this time the kiss lasted a little longer and their lips were slightly parted. I took the flowers from Gail, asked Dennis what he wanted to drink, and headed to the kitchen. 

 When I came back out Dennis was in the spa sitting next to Gail. I handed him a beer, and topped off sangrias. As I climbed into the spa I joked that spilling a drink in the spa would result in a timeout. Smart-assed Gail responded by spilling some of her drink on her chest; I shouted "disaster cleanup, contain the spill" as my head dove to her chest and started licking. Gail placed her hand on the back of Dennis's head pushed it down declaring that I needed help. So we licked and sucked for ten or twenty seconds until Gail pulled our heads up as she sank deeper into the water. We sat talking for a spell, Gail holding a cock in each hand. I asked Gail which of us sucked her boob the best and she said it wasn't really a fair question because I already knew how she liked it. 

 I took her glass and went back to the kitchen to fill it back up. When I returned to the spa I found Gail holding Dennis's head to her boob. "Tutoring proper tit sucking techniques" I asked. "He's a quick study" she answered. I told them to continue the lesson and that I was going to start on dinner.

 Back in the kitchen I began preparing Gail's birthday meal. It took me about ten minutes to make the salad, and then I got some dinnerware together to take out to the deck. Walking outside I found Gail sitting out of the water on the edge of the spa, Dennis had taken up a position between her legs. I paused to watch his tongue working on and around Gail's clit; he also had two fingers inside her. I was hard as a rock and made a mental note to be careful around the hot grill. In a weak breathy voice Gail asked me if I was okay and not getting jealous. I said that I was a bit like a kid watching a candy commercial in between his Saturday morning cartoons; not jealous of the kid actor eating the candy, rather just wanting to get some of that candy himself! They both chuckled and I went about my business setting the table. Just as I was lighting the grill and heading back toward the house I heard Gail emit the familiar soft sound she usually makes when she has an orgasm.

 Inside the kitchen I got out some Idaho Bakers and the ribeye steaks (Gail's favorite), seasoned them nicely and made my way back out to the deck. This time I found Dennis out of the water on the edge of the spa, and Gail's head in his lap. I watched as Gail deep throated Dennis a number of times until her viscous saliva was about as gooey as five weight motor oil on his dick. When her head stopped moving and mostly just the head of Dennis's dick was in her mouth I knew exactly the way her tongue was going crazy on him. 

 I put the potatoes on the fire and walked back to the spa just in time to hear Dennis make some happy sounds of his own, and see Gail's throat contracting as she swallowed him down. I handed Dennis another beer and topped off the sangrias and hopped into the spa next to them. Gail confirmed to me that she was having a great birthday and promised not to ignore me all day. I had no doubts that by taking care of Gail's needs, mine would be satisfied as well.

 We sat there until the potatoes were almost done before getting out in order to dry off in the sunshine as I grilled the steaks. 

For the next few hours we ate, drank, relaxed, and talked about things in general. We alternated between sun and shade, spa and lounge furniture. I began to carry things back to the house and clean up the mess that is my cooking. Going back outside, I found Dennis standing behind Gail's chair, and rubbing her neck and back gently. I knew my perverted pal would enjoy the sex, but I think the day spent intimately with good friends was therapeutic for him as well. 

 Gail suggested we rinse off the sweat and sunscreen and move the party into the bedroom. I finished cleaning up the dinner mess while Dennis used the outdoor shower, and Gail went to the master shower where she could use her fancy bath oils. I rag on her about all the expensive stuff she rubs into her skin, but if the truth be known, she looks about fifteen years younger than she is, (and younger than I look), so I'm actually fine with it.

 I finished showering outside and went back inside to find Dennis clad only in a towel, sitting on the couch in front of the TV playing some video game. I wrapped my towel around my waist, sat down, and grabbed the other game thingy. Gail was taking her time in the bathroom. I told Dennis that the victor got to choose the hole. 

 After the game we wondered into the bedroom to find Gail removing the bed spread, dressed in little tank top and thong panties. Turning and seeing her husband and his best buddy ogling her and looking goofy she ordered us to lose the towels and to get on the bed; neither one of us would be choosing anything, this girl was taking charge! 

 Gail settled in between us and fondled one as she blew the other. She went back and forth between us until both of us were hard, then she knelt up and peeled the tank top off. It doesn't matter at all that I've been with this girl for years and that she's been without a shirt about half of that time, it's still a thrill for me when the girls are set free. 

 Dennis followed my lead as I sat up and put a nipple in my mouth. Gail likes her nips held as firmly as possible between my lips as I lick and suck as with as much force as possible. This and a minimum of clitoral stimulation produce an orgasm every time, and with both tits getting simultaneous treatment tonight was no exception.

 After that first O Gail collapsed on her back in between us. I reached down and started to pull her thong down. I got thrill number two when I saw the result of the extra time she spent in the bathroom getting ready. Normally Gail keeps her pubes trimmed to about a half inch length, very sexy, but tonight for the first time she had shaved herself bare. "Oh shit" I reacted; Gail laughed wildly while she grabbed my head with both hands and pushed me down onto her pussy. Dennis sat up against the head board and turned himself sideways towards Gail's head; she sucked and I licked. 

 Gail absolutely relished the attention of two men at once. I guess that I'm enough of a pervert to enjoy this sort of thing as well; I like seeing her happy, and the threesome had me hard as steel. 

 I asked "can I have this dance" as I slid up Gail's soft body. Dennis sat strait up and watched as I made love to my wife. So many women lay passively and just let themselves be pounded by their lovers, but Gail wraps her legs and arms around her lovers and fucks back with every muscle in her body. She felt unbelievable and after the day I had watching she and my best friend play in the spa, and not having had any release myself, I was about to lose control. I wanted to explode inside her, but I also wanted to save myself for our grand finale. 

 If I was going to last I had to take a break, so as I rose off of Gail I told her to screw Dennis while I got some supplies for her first real double penetration. Gail got up and playfully grabbed Dennis by the ankles as she pulled him down flat onto the bed, and jumped on top of him. She was riding him like a bull while I went to the nightstand for the lube and a condom. 

 I sat down on the bed next to them and gently pushed Gail down onto Dennis's chest. They continued to fuck and kiss as I started to play with Gail's butt. I massaged her cheeks and worked my way into her crack rubbing from her tail bone down, brushing against her anus and taint, almost but not all the way to her pussy. Then I retraced the same path with my mouth, and although one of Gail's fantasies was to see me suck a dick, having my face this close to my pal's penis was just too weird.

 I warmed up some lube in my hand and began applying it liberally. Gail continued riding Dennis as I started the stretching; first easing my index finger in, slowly all the way down to my knuckle, then two fingers all the way in. Gail was moaning a bit now with each breath. As I moved my fingers in and out I added generous amounts of lube until I was confident Gail wouldn't experience any un-desired discomfort, then I handed her a rubber and suggested she put it on Dennis. 

 Gail was surprised that I wanted Dennis to do her butt, but I wanted to see her face, and I wanted to be the one that she could see while she got double penetrated. So Gail raised to her knees, ripped open the package, and went down to use her mouth to roll the condom onto Dennis. With her butt up in the air as she did her thing on Dennis, I took the opportunity to enter her pussy from behind. Gail took her time on Dennis as I fucked her doggie style.

After a short time I withdrew from Gail and got on the bed next to them. Gail got on top of me and lowered herself on to my cock and started grinding. Dennis positioned himself behind Gail and began rubbing his dick in between her cheeks. Gail commenced an appreciative hum with the sensual feeling of the second cock on her sensitive skin. Her grinding slowed as Dennis increased the pressure against her anus, and he gently eased himself in. 

 Gail and I had been kissing, but as Dennis moved deeper into Gail's ass the kiss became something else that I find difficult to describe. Our faces were still touching, but mouths open more and making intermittent contact as Gail began breathing harder and moaning more loudly. For my part, with the weight of my spouse and friend on top of me, I couldn't move too much, so I just let Gail and Dennis do most of the work. 

 Gail's face showed neither pain nor pleasure, rather she looked intense as her hips bucked against Dennis's thrusts. I asked if she was doing okay; she answered "just shut up and fuck me". Gail moans grew louder as she built towards another orgasm. Dennis was taking pretty deep breaths as well, and Gail seemed to sense that he was cumming and that was enough to set her off; she was screaming and bucking so hard that Dennis probably thought he was in the rodeo.




Birthday Boners



Dennis got off of Gail, and she pushed herself up and off my dick, then bent down and swallowed me down to my balls several times. As I started to cum she pulled me out of her mouth and made a total mess of her chest and mine. Gail was smiling again as she leaned forward dangling her cum covered boob over my face. I took the hint and licked and sucked for a minute before she pulled back and started to lick the cum from my torso. As is normal for Gail, she finished me off with a sloppy kiss.

Seeing Gail ravish me, Dennis had developed another hard on and was jerking on it when Gail and I finished our kiss. Gail turned to Dennis and loaned her tits to the effort. It wasn't long at all before Dennis unloaded in Gail's cleavage. There wasn't a lot of cum, (I think this was his third time for the day), Gail ran two fingers up in-between her boobs capturing as much as she could before sticking them in her mouth and licking them clean, and finishing the encounter by kissing Dennis.

 Gail suggested that we could all probably use a drink, and we all ended up as we started; relaxing outback in the hot tub with cocktails and beers. In the course of the conversation that followed, Dennis asked Gail if she had a sister just like herself. Gail actually doesn't have a sister, but her friend Sherry, who was the girl that came to our house on my birthday, immediately came to mind; we would have to work on that.

 Gail said this had been her best birthday ever, and that she would take boners on her birthday anytime.



Birthday Bootie



His fingers lingered on my quivering thigh and I begged him, "just a little higher...please."

"In good time, Kat, just wait." As he continued to run his long, stiff fingers up and down my taut body, he started me shaking from head to toe. I had been moist from the time he tied me up – pulling my arms over my head slowly while running his tongue up my arms one at a time. He tied my wrists snuggly with ropes after covering them with cloth to prevent the rope from burning too much. Once he got my arms secure, he moved down to my legs. He took one ankle and tied it to the other end of the bed, all the while sweet talking me, relaxing me, touching me. Then, all at once, he snatched my other ankle roughly and pried my legs apart to bind my other leg to the opposite post. My legs were wide enough apart that I could feel a cool breeze on my hot, damp lips. I was already moist from him beginning to tie me up, but when he pried my legs apart, I could feel my hot juices starting to flow. 

Once he saw how wet I already was, he straddled me and started unbuttoning my blouse, one tiny button at a time. "Please take it off, please just rip it, I don't care!" I yelled out.

"Kat, Kat, Kat, you need to settle down. All in due time," he said in a complacent voice. It was really more than a touch annoying. But he finally got my blouse open allowing his hot breath to hit the top of my creamy breasts that were straining to get out of my plunging black bra. He dipped his head and bit me lightly – but enough to make me call out. He slid down my belly, leaving a trail of kisses, pausing to circle my belly button lazily and then continued to remove my skirt with his teeth. He was pleasantly surprised to find that I was going commando underneath. He paused to admire my newly shorn bush. I had recently enjoyed my first Brazilian wax and all I had left was a tiny strip of wispy brown curls left trailing down to my now swollen clit. He took a moment and grabbed that clit which was poking out from its hood between his teeth which made my hips buck.

As he licked my wetness from his lower lip, he pulled himself up to tease my nipples through the soft satin of my bra. They were already straining against the material, but now they were absolutely aching. They needed to be free, they wanted out, they needed him. "Can't you ple..., ooohhhh," my breasts spilled out of my tight bra as he brought the cold tip of his knife to the stretched fabric and it popped open. If it were at all possible, my nipples tightened even more when the air rushed over them and then relaxed just as quickly as he took one in his mouth to lather his tongue over it and circle it. Once my areola relaxed and started spreading out, he bit my nipple and made it tighten up for him again. "Kat, can you tell me what you want?"

"Yes, I want you! I want you to take me. I want you."

"No, Kat. Tell me what you want."

"I want you. Can't you just make love to me? I think it's pretty obvious what I want right now. Come on baby!"

"No, Kat. Tell me like a big girl. Tell me what you WANT."

"I want...I want...I want you to FUCK ME!"

"Yeah, Kat, that's what you want. Look at your pussy, look at your wet lips, your hard nipples, tell me again!"

"I want you to FUCK ME! Please FUCK ME!" My body was writhing all over. The cloth wasn't even helping anymore. I could feel the ropes burning my wrists and ankles. But it felt SO good. I could feel my juice running down the crack of my ass. My nipples were so hard they ached. His hands weren't enough. His mouth wasn't enough. I needed more. "Please, give me MORE! Please, give me MORE! Please, give me MORE!" I kept chanting this even as I felt his cock shove into my soaked pussy in a single stroke all the way in until his balls slapped my ass.

I woke up soaked in sweat. I let out a huge sigh when I realized it was all a dream.

"Good morning, honey." My husband walked in and around to my side of the bed to give me a kiss. "I'm leaving for work but I wanted to tell you, "Happy Birthday" before I left.

"Thanks, babe." I watched him walk out and rolled over in the bed and threw the covers over my head. "AAAHHHH. If only I could have a birthday like that, it would be perfect!" I moaned. But Greg and I had been married for a long time and things were, well, comfortable between us. So, the best I could hope for today was some flowers...if I was lucky. So, maybe I'll just take care of a little sumpin, sumpin before I get ready for work. Because after THAT dream, if I don't take care of things, then I'm likely to explode at work!

Reaching down between my legs, I realized that I was more than wet – I was gushing from that fantastic dream! I took my middle finger and start flicking my clit with it and instantly I felt my nipples tighten and I could feel my thighs tense up. My clit was engorged and every little touch was sending electric shocks through my body. I put three fingers together and started rubbing in a circle and it took all of about 15 seconds for my entire body to go rigid and to cum all over the bed. NOW I'm ready for work!

Of course the whole day had to be hectic and horrible. It was stressful at work, everyone was grouchy, there was a ton of work to be done, blah, blah, blah. As I was headed home, Greg called me to find out where I was. "I'm on my way home, but traffic's pretty bad," I told him. "Well, can you be home in about 20 minutes? I have reservations." I thought that was a little strange. We never do anything special in the middle of the week, even if it is my birthday. "Well, I guess so," I told him while fighting my way through yet another traffic jam. I hung up with him and drove home.

Once I got there, I barely got in the door when he bombarded me and told me, "hurry up! We're going to be late!"

"Geez! Give me a break! I barely made it home! Where are we going anyway?" I asked him, while trying to throw down my bag and stumbling up the stairs to freshen up my makeup and change clothes.

"None of your damn business," he yelled up the stairs. "Just hurry up!"

Wow, I thought to myself. Happy freakin' birthday to you too! I finished what I was doing and thought, well maybe I'll just put on my pretty black bra, you know, just in case. You never know, right? A girl can always hope! So I put on my plunging black bra with a black blouse, along with a short skirt that I knew Greg liked and went sans underwear! Let's see if THAT gets his blood pumping!

As I headed down the stairs, I was graced with seeing Greg's jaw drop with appreciation. "Darlin', you look amazing!"

"Thank you, Greg!" I blushed as he grabbed my ass and planted one on me.

"Okay, let's go before we get sidetracked!" Greg teased me as we headed out the door.

"So where are we headed tonight?" I asked as we started driving toward downtown.

"Well, if you look under your seat, maybe you'll get a hint." Greg told me as he looked sideways with a devilish glint in his eye.

So I pulled my seatbelt off and reached under the seat. I couldn't feel anything and told Greg the same.

"Keep looking, you'll find it." He laughed.

So I kept sweeping my arm under my seat until finally I felt something soft and light. I pulled it out and in my hand was an ordinary scarf. I just looked at Greg and said, "huh?"

He just narrowed his gaze on me, grinned and said, "shut up and put it over your eyes."

"WHAT!?" I yelled out. Greg had never spoken to me like that before.

"Just be quiet and put in on, Kat." Greg softened his voice, but was very stern with me. It sent a tingle down my back as I covered my eyes with the scarf and tied it behind my head. I tried to pay attention to where he was driving by feel because I knew where we were when I put the scarf on. But he started making all of these random turns and before long, I had no idea where we were. Several minutes later, he pulled into a parking garage and started driving up the ramp until he found a parking spot.

"Wait for me to come get you." Greg said as he stepped out of the car. I waited impatiently with just a touch of anticipation wondering what was in store for me. I thought perhaps he had brought me to my favorite restaurant. But then I was a little upset because I would want to fix my makeup and hair before we went in. Surely the scarf had messed them up. I heard my door open.

"Turn around and face me." Greg said right in my ear. I startled and turned to face him. Since I had my short skirt on, it had ridden up around my hips and when I turned, I'm sure he got a glimpse of the fact that I did not have on any underwear. "Well, what do we have here?" He growled. I felt his finger run across my clit and down into my already moist slit. I groaned. "Just what were you expecting to do tonight, Kat?"

"What do you mean?" I stuttered. "I just wanted to look nice for you." I told him.

"Yeah, right. You're just feeling a little slutty, aren't you?" He teased me. Next thing I know his finger was inside my pussy teasing my G-spot and turning what was once moist into a burning cave. "Come on, Kat. We're expected." He told me as he pulled me out of the car, straightened my skirt and then shut the door. "But hold on just a minute." Greg stopped and ran his finger along my lips, which I immediately parted and then he slipped his finger inside my mouth...the finger that had been in my hot pussy. So, I immediately started sucking the juices off of his finger and licking it clean. "That's it, baby, suck that finger like you're going to suck my cock later." He pulled his finger out and grabbed my arm and started leading me away. We got into an elevator which smelled vaguely like jasmine or orchids. I couldn't really tell because my mind was racing. Where were we? What were we doing? This was so unlike Greg. He never spoke to me like this. But I think I like it. The elevator door opened and I smelled a fragrant flower smell. Now it was more like lilies. My favorite flowers are stargazer lilies. They are beautiful and very fragrant. That's what it smelled like. Now I could place it. It's weird how your mind messes with you when you're blindfolded.

"Greg, where are we? Can I take this off yet?" I begged him.

"No, just leave it on and quit asking questions. From this point on, you aren't allowed to speak unless spoken to." He told me.

"I'm sorry, you said what?" I stopped in my tracks and I'm sure my mouth was hanging open.

"Close your mouth and do what I say or I'll put something in there that you won't like. If you do what I say, I'll put something in there that you will like." He told me in a fervent whisper. "This is something new. You always want to try new things, so just go with it."

I could feel a chill running through my body, but at the same time, the core of me was heating up. I didn't know what was in store for me, but I knew I could trust Greg and I knew he had something special planned. "Okay." I told him. He grabbed my arm again and led me over to a spot where he told me to sit down. I sat down on what felt like cold leather.

"Scoot back and I'll help you lean back." He told me. As I started scooting back, I could feel my skirt riding up. Greg kept touching my thighs and grabbing my ass each time I lifted myself up to scoot back further. Finally, he put his hands on my back to help me lean back against what felt like the rest of whatever I was sitting on. A table maybe? Greg proceeded to grab one of my hands and start kissing my shoulder. He pulled off my scarf so I could watch him. He worked his way down, kissing my arm, my elbow, my wrist and then the palm of my hand. I smiled up at him. Then he wrapped my wrist in a soft cloth and proceeded to tie my arm above my head to a post that was positioned out from the table.

"Greg, honey, what's that about?" I stuttered?

Greg didn't respond. He took my other hand, slipped my blindfold off and licked my arm from one end to the other. He did the same procedure to that arm. I started getting nervous. Sensing my nervousness, Greg began kissing my neck and rubbing my hips. "It's okay, Kat. Just trust me. Lay back and enjoy yourself. This will be one birthday you'll never forget." He rubbed my body as he went down to my feet and he slipped my shoes off. He took one foot and tenderly tied it up while staring into my eyes. I kept watching Greg. I trust him implicitly, but this was getting too, "OH MY GOD!" My body tensed up as a strange woman walked into the room.

"Hi, Greg," she purred. "Your wife is gorgeous! I'm so glad you could join us this evening."

"Greg, who the hell is this?" I glared at him.

Greg grabbed my only free leg and pried my legs apart to tie the other one up leaving me completely at his will. I realized for a split second that this was VERY similar to my dream last night. "This is Betty and she's going to be playing with us tonight."

"I'm sorry...playing with us? What the hell does that mean?" I asked with a look of shock on my face.

Betty grabbed a fistful of my hair and said, "Listen up, Kat. You have a lot to learn. Just lay there, watch, listen and do what you're told." Then she leaned in and placed her red glossy lips on my sheer trembling lips. She slipped her tongue between my lips, much like Greg was slipping his hand between my thighs. Not knowing what to do, I responded to Betty. She smelled good. She tasted good. This...felt good. What does this mean? What does this say about me? Just then, Betty ripped off my blouse and all worries and thoughts left my mind. She crawled up onto the table and straddled my hips. "You have beautiful tits." Betty tells me. She lay down on top of me and started licking my breasts where they bulged above my bra line. Every once in a while she would nip at me with her perfect white teeth. She had her hands tangled in my long, blonde hair and was moaning my name. "Kat, have you ever been with a woman?" Betty stopped long enough to ask me.

"Um...no. I mean, I kissed my girlfriend once on a dare, but that's all." I managed to get out. It was killing me not being able to move. Greg had tied me up really tight. My arms and legs were pulled really taut. There was no room to even wiggle. Betty had sat up to ask me her question and now I could feel her butt cheeks grinding into my hips. She never sat still. She would move forward and backward and then side to side. I was beside myself. Even though I couldn't decide how this whole thing made me feel yet, I could still feel my clit throbbing and my pussy getting wet.

"Well, today's your lucky day, Kat." Betty reached behind her and ran one long finger along my wet pussy. "Well, hello! You are one wet girl, aren't you?" Betty started laughing. She scooted down my body until she was kneeling between my open legs. My skirt had already ridden up, but Betty took her time untying it and unlacing it all the way down until the entire skirt just lay open underneath me.

"Oh, God." I moaned. The air hitting my already hot wetness made my stomach tighten.

"You came ready for me, didn't you, honey?" Betty whispered against my dripping pussy. She took her beautiful fingers and spread my outer lips. Quick as that, she flicked her tongue out and hit my clit. Unable to control my response, I jerked against the restraints bringing my ass off the table. Betty started lapping at my juices, spending some extra time around my clit. My clit was so engorged that Betty didn't even have to look for it. She gripped it with her teeth and rolled it around gently. I have never felt that feeling in my life. There was a touch of pain, but oh my god, the pleasure was unbelievable! I can't recall ever being this wet. I don't know if it's due to the fact that Betty was doing things I had never felt before, or if it was because this was a woman doing it to me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the intense pleasure Betty was bringing me. Somewhere in the middle of it all, I struggled to rise above the thick clouds in my brain, I struggled because something else was going on. Was it, did that, how is it. I could feel multiple hands on my body. I opened my eyes and saw that Greg had shed his clothes and was rubbing my shoulders and arms. But who was rubbing my feet and legs? I tried to look around Betty, but couldn't see. Finally, Betty sat up and slid off the table. There, standing next to her, the one rubbing on me, was a very tall gentleman. He, like Greg, had shed his clothes and was smiling at me.

"Hi there, pretty lady. My name's Joe. You do have some beautiful legs, if I may say so." He just kept on rubbing. His touch was like heaven. The thought of this scene was just overwhelming. My mind wasn't really sure what to do with the fact that I was laying on a leather table, tied up, with no pants or underwear on and just a bra on top. Then there's the fact that there are two naked men in the room rubbing on me both with raging hard-ons. AND, I might say that both of those hard-ons were VERY enticing. I couldn't tear my eyes away from Joe's, although I felt like I was being rude.

"It's okay, darlin'. He wants you as bad as you seem to want him." Joe said to me once he caught my eyes glistening while staring blatantly at his rock hard knob.

"Oh, I, um, well... ." I couldn't seem to find my words. Behind me, Greg just started laughing.

"Honey, just go with the flow. Enjoy yourself. It's your birthday. Anything you want...it's yours for the taking. Well...you're tied up...so anything WE want is ours for the taking, but you get my drift." He grinned at me and kissed me passionately.

I looked over and Betty had taken off her clothes, too. God, was she beautiful. She had perfect, natural tits with dark areolas. She had just a strip of red hair covering her mons pubis. She was...perfect. She walked over and dipped her head down to steal another kiss. When she did, her long red hair brushed across my stomach and chest. My nipples instantly hardened. Who knew I'd have this kind of response to a woman? Next thing I know, Betty stands up and I look up smiling at her. But she's not smiling. And she had a long, shiny knife in her hand. "What are you doing?" I ask her?

"Shut up, Kat." Betty motioned to Greg and Greg covered my mouth with a gag. What the hell is going on? I thought to myself. Just when I was trying to wrap my mind around this, they pull something like this?

Betty reaches up, the knife glinting dangerously in the overhead light. She slides it between my bra and my skin and next thing I know, the blade has sliced clean through my bra and my breasts spilled out causing both Betty and Joe to comment in appreciation. Betty pulled one taut nipple into her mouth and started sucking immediately. Joe walked around the table and grabbed my other tit in his hand and roughly took it into his mouth causing electrical shocks to run through my body. He alternated between biting and licking, sending completely fucked up messages to my cunt. I would get gushing wet and then he would bite me causing my ass to pucker up. But in a weird way, it felt really good. As this went on, I could feel my nipple getting raw. That created a whole new set of sensations.

Next thing I know, I felt Greg shove his rock hard cock into me full hilt. It was such a surprise to me, I cried out. Betty and Joe took this as a good sign and went after me with more gusto. While Greg was pumping in and out of me as fast as his hips would go, Betty was getting on the table and untying my mouth. She then straddled my face and encouraged me forward. Tentatively, I licked her pussy. It was surprisingly sweet. It was so hot and slick. I thought to myself, what the fuck? It's my birthday! So I went after it full force. I buried my face in her beautiful pussy and started sucking on her clit. I flicked my tongue in and out of her hooded area and could feel her juices start to run down my chin. I could feel her squeezing her knees together and she was moaning out loud. Her head was thrown back and she was rubbing her tits while grinding her pussy into my mouth. "Oh, Kat, I'm going to cum...please don't stop...please, oh yeah." I felt her clit engorge and next thing I know, my face was flooded with her cum juices. "Oh fuck, yeah. You know how to make a girl happy." Betty told me. She crawled off me and started untying me from my posts.




Birthday Bootie



"What are you doing?" I asked her. She finished untying me and Greg pulled his cock out of me. Joe lifted me up and flipped me over onto my stomach before I even realized what was happening. Then Joe stood behind me with his hands on my ass saying, "God you have a sweet ass. I'm going to have to fuck you in that ass."

"Oh, no. I don't do that, Joe. Thanks for um...offering." I managed to get out while looking at Greg. Greg was just smiling at me.

"It's all good, sweetheart. It's your birthday." Joe told me. So he grabbed my hips and thrust his massive wide cock into my wet hole. As soon as he did, I came all over it making it even wetter. "Oh yeah, baby, that's what I'm talking about." Joe told me. He kept shoving his hips into mine, stretching my hole wide, making my mouth hang open, it felt so fucking good. Greg saw an opportunity, stood in front of me and shoved his beautiful long cock into my open, waiting mouth. I gobbled it up like I had never given head before.

We got this rhythm down while Betty lay underneath me and rubbed on my clit and held my ass. It was all just so fucking amazing, I almost couldn't stand it. I was so out of it with ecstasy. There was so much pleasure going on at once, I didn't know what to focus on. I felt Joe pick me up again while Greg lay down on the table. Joe then pulled me off of his huge erection and deposited me onto Greg. After having Joe in me, I slid down easily onto Greg's penis. Greg's cock was big anyway and definitely longer than typical, but Joe's girth had stretched me out a little bit. I started pumping up and down on Greg, while Greg took my tit in his mouth. We got into one of our routine positions that we love to be in. Betty was playing with my other tit and would reach down to hold Greg cock while I was sliding up and down. All of a sudden, hands were everywhere again. I bent over and started kissing Greg. Joe slid his tongue in a circle around my asshole. My pussy clenched so hard that Greg cried out. I came again flooding Greg as well as Betty's hand. She took her hand and rubbed it all over my slit and my ass.

Greg got off the table and let Betty take his place. I stayed on my hands and knees and started eating her out again. It felt so good to be here, to be in this place with my face between Betty's legs. Greg and Joe had their hands all over my ass and their fingers in my pussy and rubbing my clit. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure take over. I felt the pressure of someone closing in on me. I kept licking and nipping at Betty. She was writhing all over the place. She was so wet, I took two fingers and slid them into her wet tunnel and found her G-spot. I started rotating my fingers and making her moan and cry out. I knew I could make her cum. She didn't need a cock in her. She needed me. She could feel me. My fingers could make her cum. I kept rubbing and flicking, my tongue never leaving her wetness. I heard her scream out and felt a flood of wetness in my upturned palm. I slid up her body, tits to tits and stuck those two fingers into her waiting mouth. She greedily sucked the juices off and then kissed me.

She rolled off of the table and let Greg take her place again. I went after his dick like a crazed woman. I was licking, sucking, biting, stroking, cupping his balls, pulling, jerking, and he was begging me to slow down. I was so turned on, I couldn't help it. I was jerking him off so fast, I thought his cock might catch fire. I flooded him with my wet mouth. Sucking and sucking. Finally, as soon as I felt the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, I felt his load start going down my throat. I swallowed and kept swallowing. He had so much cum for me I almost couldn't keep up. I kept my mouth on him until his dick shrank down, worn out. It was then, and only then that I realized that Joe was behind me again with his massive cock in me. Not just in me, but in my ass! "How long have you been fucking me in the ass!?" I yelled at him.

Joe just grinned that lopsided grin and kept pumping away. He was sweaty and his face was red. "Darlin', I'm just trying to keep it together until you're ready to join the rest of us."

"Ha ha, Joe. Good luck with that. She has this uncanny stamina thing." Greg called out from the corner of the room. He was already sinking down in the chair, but enjoying watching the show with Betty on his lap.

I just grinned and said, "keep up if you can cowboy." I started pumping my hips back into him. He took that as the challenge that it was and double timed it. "OH MY GOD," I hollered out. Then he took his finger and started rubbing my over swollen clit. "You fucker! You're cheating!" I yelled at Joe. He just started laughing and made sure to pull his cock all the way out to the head and then slam it all the way down to his balls. He kept rubbing and rubbing and rubbing and at some point, I'm pretty sure I blacked out. "FUCK YEAH BABY!!" I started to cum and couldn't stop. It started way down in the center of my belly and radiated out. Joe kept fucking me so it just intensified the orgasm. I felt my fingers going numb. My toes were curled so tight they were starting to get cramps. By the fourth time I started to cum, Joe's ass tightened up and I could feel his hot seed spilling into my ass. That feeling alone made everything go blank.

When I opened my eyes, Joe was laying astride me absently stroking my tit. I looked over and Betty was sucking Greg back to life. I closed my eyes again and went into oblivion.

Once I was finally able to open my eyes again, Greg was dressed, Betty and Joe were gone and Greg had my clothes ready for me to put on. Greg helped me get dressed and we walked back to the car arm in arm. Finally settled in the car and headed home, Greg looked over at me and said, "So, how was your birthday?"

I just looked over at him and grinned. I asked him, "Do we have to wait until my birthday next year before we do it again?"



Birthday Bottom



It's your birthday. As a special treat, I've allowed you to go out with your girlfriends and get drunk- but not too drunk, just frisky. After all, I've promised you a very special birthday surprise when you come home, which I've told you must be no later than midnight sharp.

You're excited to find out what it could be. From what you know of your dirty daddy, it's about to be something really filthy. It probably involves anal sex: you've known from before we even met that I was a really committed ass man. And it's just as well you gave up the arse straight away, and are happy for your daddy to keep fucking it, since my appetite for buggery is never satisfied for long. I plunder your arse hard every night and then flipping you over onto your belly most mornings to work off my raging morning wood in your tight greasy back pussy.

The thought of what I have in store for you has kept you wet all evening - that and the lurid tales your friends are telling you of their sex-lives. But, as you tell me later, you're really in contempt of your friends' pathetically tepid erotic adventures, compared to the extremes of pleasure and fulfilment that you and I share. Despite the things you could tell them, you're remaining quiet about your own perverted adventures with darling daddy. Got to keep the powder dry until you get home.

When you arrive back at the flat, I'm there to greet you, fully clothed, with a kiss. I hold you tight and my hands snake down to your rounded full buttocks. You allow yourself a little smile of pleasure and confirmation. It never fails both to excite and surprise you how I always want you the 'wrong' way, how, despite the availability of your juicy, open cunt, I reserve my passion for your tight, dirty backdoor.

I lead you by the hand to the bedroom, and instruct you with my hands to stop, standing still in the middle of the floor. I slowly, very slowly start to undress you. First your skimpy red satin dress pulled over your head, your arms held up submissively like a little girl's. Then I hook your red lace bra embroidered with flowers in contrasting colours, releasing your little childish, almost flat, titties. I adore very small breasts, preferring a woman who has all her meat down below, in the hips, arse and thighs.

Now we're down to your humid panties, You're wearing a scarlet lace thong matching the bra, a present from me and a hint about how I want my little girl to dress for her daddy. I hook my thumbs under the skimpy material at your hips and peel them slowly down until you are standing in a puddle of red lace. I walk around you slowly savouring the sight of your beauty, your shameful nakedness, your helpless desire, the full black bush I asked you not to shave and which you were delighted to let grow thick and luxuriant for your master's pleasure. You know I am also not too keen on you washing down there, so you left yourself au natural between the legs. The thing is, I love cunt: the look, the feel, the smell, touch, and especially the taste. I love to eat pussy for hours at a time. But when it comes to fucking, I live for the arse. The only time I fuck pussy is when my lover won't surrender her arse. And then there's no second date. It sounds callous, but I know myself and my needs too well by now to imagine I could be satisfied without anal sex.

Your head bowed submissively, you hear the familiar snap of the lube bottle cap behind you. You admit to me later that the thought racing through your head at this point were: 'God, is he going to have me right here, just like that?'. It wouldn't be so unusual. It wouldn't be the first time I'd needed to take my anal pleasure hard, fast and urgently, and lord knows you knew you need to be put in your place, tonight more than ever. You feel another surge of wetness in your increasingly liquid centre, despite or perhaps because of the fact that the main bedroom light is on and the curtains are drawn for the neighbours to see. And you're aware I'm keeping track of everything that's happening to your body, my own senses on full alert like a wolf's.

To your surprise, instead of the hot, fleshy bulb of my cock, you feel the lukewarm touch of metal, softly but insistently nudging into the cleavage bisecting your arse cheeks. You slowly feel it parting the flesh of your fleshy cushions, the tip nuzzling your hungry anus, coating it with the honey-like fluid of the lubricant.

You sense my body, fully-dressed, standing behind your naked one, as my remorseless hand works the buttplug into your tender, excited rectum. Further in, deeper, each millimetre seeming a milestone, the width of the plug making you feel as stretched as a mason jar and vulnerable as a kitten.

Eventually with a sudden fleshy, softly muscular contraction, the plug has passed its widest point and is now trapped in your bottom. I turn your arse towards the mirror and part the cheeks so you can see the ruby jewel nestled in the aperture of your back-pussy. I hear a little coo escape you. It's the one you had wanted, the one you'd chosen. Though by the feel of that big stone-like weight in your bowels, it must have been the larger size, not the smaller which you had fearfully selected.

'Was this my surprise, lover?' you murmur into my ear, brushing my face with your long dark hair.

'Only part of it, darling,'. I open a drawer of the dresser, and pull out something black and leather. Unhurriedly I loosen the corset-like strings on one side of it, and then smoothly draw it over your head, holding you to me from behind, tying the strings, making the mask tight on your head. Again I invite you to look at yourself in the mirror. It's a full leather hood, a gimp mask, with a gap for the eyes and mouth.

You bridle slightly, unsure of yourself, of what I want from you. I've never taken you into bsdm before, and it's something you have no experience of. I hold you from behind ('there there, little bitch') reassuring you that everything will be all right, 'just surrender to daddy, let daddy take care of you'.

I take you again by the hand, and lead you, my compliant little baby girl, into the next door bedroom, where your true surprise of the evening awaits. 

Despite your tangible excitement, which has by now threatened to turn your cunt into a molten gash of meat, hair and honey, you're more than a little on edge, wondering where all this is going. 

True, you've long known your daddy's predilection for S&M. I was entirely open about this from the start, though so far I've given little rein to it. I've tied your hands to the head of the bed, and given you one gloriously firm but gentle spanking across my knees when you came home one day tired and cross from work. But the leather hood is something quite new and unexpected and betokens an escalation in your training as daddy's little girl. And while I know you're willing, eager even, to be trained, you can be forgiven a little apprehension, wondering what form the training will take.

I open the door of the spare bedroom and lead you in behind me. And there, lying on the big double bed, is a completely naked male stranger, sprawled out on his back. His body is tremendously muscular, almost hairless, his skin shiny, and almost ebony, the darkest chocolate. But no eye could help but be drawn to one portion of the man's anatomy -- his extremely large penis. Your daddy is very well-endowed, the biggest man you've known so far, but his cock would look only average next to this glorious piece of meat. Thick, veiny, long and curved upwards like a banana, it stood proud from the v of his thighs like a monstrous black plant seeking the sun, a fat bulbous purplish head exuding a slight trail of precum. When you'd entered the room it was actually very slightly flaccid, a fact you only realized when it began to grow and stiffen at the sight of your naked hooded form. The realization that your daddy was clearly going to let this horse-cocked stranger fuck his little girl makes you almost swoon.

The guy on the bed gets up at my request and steps forward a couple of paces until he's standing in front of you. Slowly, leisurely he starts to touch you all over. Lightly brushing with his finger tips, then spreading, probing, squeezing, leaving no crevice, orifice or private part unexplored. All the while he's standing so close to you that the big mushroom head of his cock bumps gently against your skin, leaving slight sticky trails as it does so. Despite his raging erection, there's something faintly asexual about the stranger's actions, as if he were examining produce in the marketplace, assessing it for value, for ripeness. The thought (as you later tell me) flashes across your mind that it is like being a slave at market in ancient Rome, and you realize instantly that this is what you are: your daddy's slave-girl, to be used as he sees fit. And you've never wanted anything more.

After a few minutes of this, I instruct him to lie back down on his back, his prong aloft as before. I then command you to get on top of him, straddle him, and take his penis into your vagina. In a daze, you obey automatically, swinging a leg over his virile member, grabbing the shaft near the base and with the minimum of fuss impaling yourself upon it. I hear you emit a hissing groan, muffled by your hood. I can only imagine the emotions you're undergoing as you take that cock inside you. I hear him moan too, and I am overtaken with a combination of jealousy and excitement, contemplating his pleasure at fucking my little girl's cunt.

My own cock is uncomfortably hard and tight inside my pants, so I sit down on the sofa, which commands a grandstand view of the bed, pull it out of my pants and start leisurely stroking it up and down as I watch you slowly ride that black stud. Even though it's his thick meat stuffing your twat, I know all your thoughts are of your daddy, as I watch you, command you, derive such exquisite pleasure from you.

I walk around the bed, admiring you from all angles. I spend a lot of time behind you, watching your peachy, porcelain-white arse rise and fall, the thick dark muff of hair disappearing into that delectable back cleavage, the jewel of the plug winking obscenely at me. I have plans for that bum, and they don't merely include buggery.

After what feels like about an hour but was perhaps only 10-12 minutes, I utter the word 'now'. To your surprise, your black lover instantly understands. From not having touched you at all with his hands, he suddenly thrusts his arms up under yours and then locking his hands in front of your throat, in a full nelson hold. Your daddy has often fucked you from behind holding you this way, but never from the front. With the hands locked across the throat, it's a position that demands total submission from the subject, and with that thick dick buried deep in your body down below, you can only squirm slightly, but not hope to escape.

A light swishing sound from behind you reminds you that your daddy is still in control of this scene. You know he must have some kind of whip or cane, but the reality of the situation only comes home to you when you feel the first bite of the riding crop on your bare arse.

Though the first one stung, they got progressively harder, your daddy beating you with a genuine, though loving, desire to punish, as I mutter behind gritted teeth 'this is for fucking another man, this is for being a slut'. I can hear you weeping behind your mask, the jolts of the blows making you move deliciously against the black man's cock, as he holds you firm and feels you fucking him through the beating you're receiving.

After what must be 30 or more blows, I throw the crop aside, admiring my handiwork: your once unmarked pure white arse now covered in welts, badges of honour marking you as a true submissive slut. The thought of this, and the sight of your arse enrages me with lust, and without bothering to remove my trousers, I kneel up behind you and order you to shit out the plug still filling your hole. You comply with a little difficulty, the fat stainless steel cone expelled slowly from within a ring of straining, pushing anal muscles. 

The second it plops free of your body, I line up my cock and enter the now well-stretched and lubricated void. God, it always feel so good sliding my cock into your tight little girl's arse, fucking you like a boy. It's a dirty paradise, there's nothing like it. Almost instantly I feel my sap rising, while you buck up and down, sandwiched helplessly between your two well-hung lovers. His arms still hold you in the full nelson, my hands are at your hips. God, I can feel his cock, the ridged underside of it rubbing against me as I thrust into your back pussy. I can hold back no longer as my balls bust wide open, squirt after squirt of pent up semen rushing from my knob to flood your bowels, while your black lover answers with a massive orgasm of his own, shooting his seed deep into your screaming womb, your cavities pumped repeatedly with warm, white spunk, our bodies suspended in an endless moment of perverted sensual intensity.



Birthday Boy



Inspired by Lisa69 off the bulletin board

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"Where are you guys taking me?" Mike asked as his two friends, John and Dan as they drove through town.

"It is a surprise!" Dan called back to him from the front passenger seat. 

"Just relax bud! Trust me you are gonna love this!" John joined in from the driver’s seat. Mike could do nothing but sit and wait. They had come over to help him celebrate his 21st birthday and now they were driving east out of town, down to the seedier part of it. Mike looked around at the run down buildings and abandoned storefronts. The entire area was in a general state of decay.

"Nice neighborhood!" He said to his friends. Johns swung his Mustang into a car filled gravel lot. A giant neon sign touting nude dancing flashed over the building, from red to green to blue it lighted the parking area. Always saying the same thing: NUDE-NUDE-NUDE. Mike shook his head.

"A titty bar? How original!" He drawled sarcastically.

"Not just any titty bar!" Dan said as he climbed out of the car.

"Yea? What is so special about this one?" Mike asked pushing the seat forward and climbing out. He looked to Dan who looked over John. John grew an ear to ear grin.

"Well of all the people you want to see naked, who would be your first choice?" John asked his forearms resting on the top of the Mustang.

"Tyra Banks." Mike said flatly. John flashed him a frown and a shake of his head.

"No dickhead someone we know, someone we talk about all the time?" Mike thought about it. They were typical guys there probably wasn’t one woman they had not talked about as some point! Some good, some awfully bad!

"Think family!" Dan hinted.

"Terri?" Mike asked referring to his mother’s younger sister. John’s grin grew once again. Mike furrowed his eyebrows. He caught Mike’s confusion.

"Seems Aunt Terri has a skeleton she didn’t want anyone to know about!" John said with a nod to the bar, the red, green, blue colors altering his face a little in the darkness.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Mike barked laughing as he did so, he walked away from his two friends shaking his head. Neither John nor Dan moved to get him. Mike stopped a few feet away from the car. He turned to his friends who were both smiling now. They knew his curiosity would get the better of him so they waited.

"You are trying to tell me there is someone who looks like Terri in there right?" Mike asked.

"No I am telling you Terri works in there!" John said to Mike confidently.

"No fucking way!" Mike shook his head. His aunt would definitely be able to work in a bar such as this. She was stunningly beautiful with tits the size of large grapefruits and a tight ass that would turn more than one head at the mall. Mike looked at his friends who never wavered in their confidence of what they knew. 

"You are joking right? This is like some drag bar practical joke thing right?" Mike asked, the disbelief leaving his voice. It was being replaced with hope. He and his friends fantasized about Terri all the time. Especially when Terri moved in with Mike and his family for a while until she got a job down at the local doctor’s office.

"Are you coming in?" Johns said moving toward the entrance. Mike couldn’t help but follow. Dan clapped him on the shoulder with a laugh.

"No Mike we aren’t joking, and she is hotter than you can imagine!" He hooked his arm around Mike’s shoulder and guided him after John. 

John paid the cover charge for the three of them as they entered the dark bar. The smoke filled room was filled with the slight smell of perfume and the air was cut with the thump-thump-thump of the sound system that played music for the dancers. The room was filled with men shouting and whistling at a red head on stage. She was in the process of taking off her bra leaving her in only her g-string. She flicked the bra to the back of the stage. She swung her hips in time to the music, Limp Bizkit’s "Rollin’" was playing hard and loud. The red head took her large breast and lifted them to her mouth where she proceeded to lick her nipples. The crowd let loose a set of war whoops as the song began to end the red head lowered her gyrating g-string down to some men at the stage, they began tucking money into her g-string.

John led his two friends to an empty table near the stage. Mike was surprised there was one empty so close, the room was fairly packed. As Mike got closer he realized why it was available. Someone had placed a reserved sign on it. John sat down, Mike and Dan followed.

"So you guys have been planning this?" Mike said to his friends.

"Well it wasn’t all our idea!" Dan said ordering a beer from the topless waitress. Mike followed suit, as did John placing a hundred-dollar bill on the tray.

"Keep them coming!" He said to her brushing her nipple. She smiled and winked at him. "When we saw your aunt here we thought she would be embarrassed. She wasn’t, she even asked about you. She suggested we bring you here for your birthday seeing how she couldn’t make it to your party tonight."

"Which is why we got this table." Mike said catching on. John nodded. The waitress brought the beers, she reached over and gave John his then planted a deep kiss on him. John massaged her breast lightly, then she moved away. Mike looked at him in awe at his forwardness.

"We are seeing each other from time to time!" John laughed in explanation. The music started up again. Pink’s "You make me sick" began and a woman with a pink wig came out. The three men became engrossed in the dancer as she slowly began peeling off her outfit bit by bit. She used the pole in the center of the stage and then began to crawl to the three friends. She sat in front of them and arched upward her stomach toward the ceiling her g-string covered pussy in full view of the three men. All three placed money in her g-string before she left.

"So when is she coming out, will she come over here first?" Mike asked his friends. They shrugged in unison.

Warrant’s "Cherry Pie" began to boom from the system, and there from the back of the stage Mike’s aunt exploded. She was wearing a tight waitress outfit that pressed her breast upward to where they were almost falling out! She carried a pie with her. Her eyes locked on Mike’s instantly and she smiled big. Mike returned her smile. She placed the pie near their table and began to dance, she made quick work of the dress quickly removing it letting it fall around her ankles as she paraded around the stage, soon she was standing in only her g-string. She was playing to the crowd in general at first. Then she came over to Mike’s table. Mike was taken in by her, she never looked at another man after she came to his table. She was dancing for him alone now. The crowd was getting rowdier and rowdier. She knelt in front of Mike’s table and dug her hands into the pie. Cherry of course! And began to smear it all over her body. Her tits and stomach were smeared first, then she began sucking on her cherry-coated fingers, licking them gently. This sent the men in the room into a frenzy! She continued her eye lock on Mike she crooked her finger for him to come closer, Mike embarrassed shook his head no at first but she kept it up. Finally the men in the room were shouting, "Go! Go! Go!" John and Dan being the loudest as they laughed at their friend.

Mike finally stood which the crowd responded with a "hoorah!" and he made his way to his Aunt, who actually was only 12 years older than her nephew. She was biting her lower lips seductively as he approached, she was gyrating her hips upward in a thrusting motion. The crowd went back to its "Go! Go! Go!" mode. When Mike was close enough she slipped a hand around his neck and used it to pull herself upward. Her hips ginding close to him. He could do nothing but smile as his face flushed. Her eyes were locked on him hungrily. Finally she rested her firm ass on her heels as the song was ending. She pulled hard on Mike’s head pulling him off balance and his face was thrust into her breasts. The sweet tang of the cherry pie filling filled his mouth and nose as she smeared his face all over her body. First each breast then down her stomach, lower and lower until his chin pulled her g-sting down a little and her could feel her pubic hair against his chin. The song ended and the crowd went bonkers in cheers as money was thrown on stage. Terri let Mike up and gave him a deep kiss, with tongue, and then gave him a wink.

"Happy birthday!" She shouted over the crowd of cheers. "Don’t leave after the show I have something for you!" She sat there as Mike looked at her in disbelief.

"I think this was present enough!" He said to her, which made her smile. A large bouncer brought a towel over and broke the moment. Mike took the towel and began to wipe off the cherry filling from his face. Terri left to the sound of cheers as she collected money from men along the way.

The rest of the shows were uneventful for Mike as he could only think about what Terri had done. The feel of her nipples in his mouth. The bulge in his pants that never left from watching her dance.

"We are out of here man!" John said to Mike later that evening as he hooked an arm around the waitress he was taking home. "Sure you don’t want a lift?"

"No you guys go ahead, the Mustang would be crowded with me in it!" Mike said looking at Dan kissing one of the dancers. "I will have Terri give me a lift she said she had gift for me."

"I would say she gave you one earlier!" John said with a wicked smile.

"Yea I would say so but she said she had one for me." Mike said. The friends parted company and a few minutes later Terri came out from the back along with another girl.

"Hey you!" She said hugging him.

"Hey!" He hugged her warmly.

"Happy birthday!" She said to him grinning and backing up.

"Thanks! I would say it was a good one." He said taking her in from head to toe. She was dressed in blue jeans and a half shirt that hugged her breasts tightly. Her flat stomach was a work of art with its muscles visible. Who ever said the woman’s body was a work of art had Terri in mind!

"This is my friend Erin." Terri said introducing her friend. "She is my room mate. Mike and Erin shook hands. He had seen her before earlier in the night but he couldn’t quite place her. She saw the wheels turning in his head and smiled. She pulled a pink wig out of her bag.

"Here this might help you place me." She said showing him. Mike smiled and nodded.

"Does mom know?" Mike asked Terri.

"No and I hope she doesn’t find out!" Terri said making her way out of the bar. "I could just imagine that speech!"

"She won’t hear it from me." Mike assured her.

"So it is your birthday?" Erin asked as they reached the car.

"Yea. 21." Mike said proudly.

"I didn’t get you anything!" Erin said. "Maybe I can come up with something!" She said getting in the front seat with Terri. Mike climbed in the back of Terri’s Blazer.

Once they were on their way to Terri’s house Erin looked over at her. "You don’t mind if I try some do you?" She asked Terri. Terri shook her head and looked in the rear view mirror at Mike.

"No, no help yourself!" She encouraged.

"If you want first dibs I will understand." Erin said turning in her seat.

"No just save some for me!" Terri said smiling in the mirror. Erin looked to the back with a devilish grin looking Mike up and down.

"He is young and in shape, shouldn’t be a problem!" Erin said climbing over the seat. Mike watched this conversation hoping it meant what he thought they were talking about! Erin joined him in the back.

"Like I said I don’t really have anything for your birthday so I guess I will have to improvise!"

"Oh really, you don’t have to worry about it, you don’t even know me!" Mike responded.

"I feel like I should as much as Terri talks about you!" Erin said moving closer.

Mike looked to Terri’s reflection in the mirror, she shrugged at his questioning eyes. He returned his attention to Erin and her short blonde hair. She was sitting so close she was touching him. She began to stroke his face. She leaned into him and gave him a deep kiss, which Mike accepted willingly. Mike moved his hand to her head and pulled her deeper into the kiss. She began to undo the buttons on his shirt and pulled his shirt open, she kissed her way down his muscular body, Mike looked to Terri who was only half watching the road and the other half watching the action in the back seat. She gave Mike a wink, which brought a smile to his face.

He felt Erin tugging at his belt and button on his Dockers. He watched her undo them and then lifted his hips so she could pull them down, his rising cock was barely lit in the passing lights. Erin looked up at him and smiled.

"Very nice!" She complimented wrapping her fingers around his growing shaft. Before he could respond she lowered her head down to it and sucked it into her mouth. The air left Mike’s lungs and he couldn’t respond. He closed his eyes as her oven like mouth enveloped his cock. She took his whole shaft in her mouth, her nose resting in his pubic hair. She swallowed, and using her throat muscles massaged his member. It continued to grow forcing Erin to raise her head to keep from choking on his cock. Soon there were a several inches she couldn’t fit in her mouth. A soft slurping sound began to fill the back seat. 

Mike was speechless, he began to thrust into Erin’s mouth slowly, his hands resting on the back of her head. She was moving her head back and forth slowly in a thrashing motion, giving him chills!

"Hey I have to drive so give me some info back there Erin!" Terri pleaded from the front seat. Erin pulled off his cock and laughed.

"Sorry guess I got carried away, Terri!" She said looking forward to Terri. She wrapped both hands around his cock one on top of the other. Well I can put both hands on him and still have his head available. So he is a good nine plus inches!" She said lowering her head back down licking Mike’s shaft. "And he is delicious to suck on!" She said continuing her play-by-play commentary. Mike was silent, enjoying this moment. Erin looked up at him,

"You don’t mind if I see how you feel in my pussy do you?" She asked.

"No! Be my guest!" Mike said laughing. Erin dropped her own pants and panties and rested her back against Mike’s stomach. She reached between her legs and took his cock in her hand, she lowered herself on him, she was wet from excitement and slid easily on him. Once she was fully on him she leaned forward resting her arms on the back of the driver’s seat.

"His cock feels fantastic!" She whispered in Terri’s ear. She began to lift herself up and down. Riding Mike’s cock slowly, Mike helped her along by lifting her by her slim hips. The smell of sex permeated the car as Erin began to moan. She lowered her head down on Terri’s shoulder as she began to thrust herself harder on Mike’s cock. Terri watched the rear view mirror and the expressions of pleasure on her nephew’s face. He began to rub Erin’s back as she rode him. Erin began to kiss and nibble on Terri’s neck. Mike watched in fascination. Terri turned her head and began to kiss Erin, their tongue visible as the wrestled each other. Erin began to ride faster and she began to yelp with each thrust.

"Oh god Mike you are so big!" She called out. Mike was back to lifting her by her waist and he could feel her stomach muscles begin to contract. Mike picked her up and moved her to the side of him, pulling himself out of her he put her on all fours and after some maneuvering came up behind her. He was thankful for the room he had in his aunt’s Blazer! He slowly lined up his cock on her swollen lips again, he looked forward as Terri adjusted the mirror to watch the action. He watched the mirror as he could see the hunger in Terri’s eyes as she licked her lips while driving. He watched her expression as he sank his nine-inch member into Erin who could only groan in delight as he filled her once again. He began to thrust into her slowly as she rocked back into him. Erin was groaning with each thrust now.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed. "Yea give it to me baby! Come on fuck me good!" She called out to him. Mike increased his pace, he looked to the mirror as Terri watched the action. Her eyes flickered up to him with hunger then returned to the action. Mike continued to watch his aunt as her right hand was rubbing her own sex through the thick blue jean material of her pants. He reached with his right hand and grabbed the back of Erin’s hair and tugged her head up so Terri could see the expression of satisfaction as he plunged his massive cock into her. She began to thrust herself hard onto him, he kept holding her hair and she enjoyed it! With his left hand he got bold, he put it over Terri’s shoulder and she shot him a look in the mirror. He didn’t stop, he lifted her half shirt up the put her hand down her bra and cupped her breast. With his thumb he began to rub her nipple until it was hard beneath his thumb.

"Oh my god here I come Mike! Fuck me hard! Make me cum hard!" Erin shouted out. Mike obliged as he began to thrust with such force as to push her face against the door of the blazer. She was in a steady groan mixed with a yell. She came with a shudder, her body convulsed as her muscles spasmed as her body succumbed to the orgasm. Mike was close as well, watching his aunt who had undone her button of her jeans and had shoved her hand down her pants and was fingering herself as best she could. With Mike massaging her nipple she was about to have a small orgasm herself as her body quivered with pleasure. Mike slowed his thrusts as Erin’s body relaxed after her orgasm. Erin reached back and pushed him backward, he lost his balance and fell into the door. His hand left Terri’s breast just as she had a small orgasm. Erin quickly took Mike in her mouth and began to suck him, fast and furious. She was now on a mission to get his cum. Mike adjusted his position so that he was comfortable. His legs began to shake as his orgasm approached he watched Terri’s eyes as she watched him. He grabbed the back of Erin’s head and held it there as he began to pump cum into her mouth. She held her head still and pumped the bottom of his shaft with her hand, milking the juice from his body.

When he had stopped filling Erin’s mouth with hot cum, she quickly took her mouth off his cock and he felt the Blazer pull over rapidly. Terri slapped the truck in park and turned and leaned her head back. Erin hovered over her mouth and slowly allowed Mike’s cum slip from between her lips and fall into Terri’s mouth. Mike watched in awe, he had never had seen this before! A smile broke across his face as he saw his aunts throat muscles work as she began to swallow the seed he had spewed into Erin’s mouth and that she was sharing now. She didn’t give Terri all of it though as she saved some to swallow herself. The two women began to kiss, their tongues licking the inside of the other’s mouth, getting whatever cum was left over.

They broke their kiss and looked at Mike who was mesmerized. Terri looked down at his still hard shaft and slowly reached out to grip it. Mike gasped as she made contact. Erin sat down next to him and kissed his arm.

"Told you, young and in shape. He is good for several more rounds!" She said to Terri.

"And several more rounds we will give him!" Terri said smiling.



Birthday Boy



Mandy smiled with an evil grin, as she led Richard over to the bed and took his clothes off one by one, running her hands over his body as she did so. He stood there in anticipation, waiting to find out what was coming. She cupped his balls and briefly admired his full salute.

"OK, my boy. Face down onto the bed with you," and she pulled out a couple of silk scarves from her bag, then loosely tied his wrists to the bed posts. She placed a couple of pillows under his stomach, so his bum was up in the air, and his erection hung free. Not an especially sexy look, he thought, but she seemed to be enjoying it.

Mandy, too, was naked. All she had with her was her big bag, and he wondered what else she was going to surprise him with. He didn't have to wait long.

Out came a bottle of lubricant and her vibrator. Coating it with the lube, she idly ran it down his back and over his buttocks. And smiled. His balls tightened.

Christ, she was going to fuck him with her vibrator. He didn't know which feeling predominated: fear or excitement, but he certainly felt the rush of adrenaline straight up his dick. He pulled slightly on the tied scarves.

"You know you want it, baby," she cooed, as she ran the vibe gently up and down between his arse cheeks and along the base of his balls. Well, she only had to look at his cock to realise quite how much. He knew how much she liked him to take her up the arse, and knew enough anatomy to realise he also had the advantage of a highly sensitive prostate gland up there. Of course he wanted it.

But that didn't stop him being scared.

Kneeling behind him, she dropped a few spots of lube onto his arse and started to rub it around and around his hole, until he relaxed. Then she placed the tip of the vibe inside. He gasped at the intrusion. Slowly working upwards, she gradually slipped it further inside him, stopping every now and then to allow his muscles to relax as the vibe tip touched them.

"How does that feel, baby?" she whispered, as she started to move it in and out. She didn't turn the motor on, for which he was grateful. Buzzing would have been a distraction. The in-out movement was quite enough on its own.

"Oh God, it's .... fucking .... amazing," he groaned, feeling the pleasure shoot up inside him. No wonder she liked to take it up the arse.

"Ah, but this isn't the surprise," she whispered filthily. "Richard, I'd like you to meet Luigi." He started, and looked behind him. Sure enough, Mandy had a companion, a good-looking dark-haired boy wearing absolutely nothing but a grin and an enormous erection. Richard clenched his buttocks around the vibrator in fear, a reaction which gave him another unexpected spurt of pleasure. 

Luigi slipped between his legs, briefly fondled his arse, then started to move the vibrator in and out like Mandy had been doing. His hand closed around Richard's cock, and he wanked him gently at the same time. Richard sighed and gave himself up to the feeling. It was just so good. He closed his eyes.

The sensation that he was about to come was building up inside him again when Luigi removed the vibrator and pressed the head of his cock in its place. Momentarily, Richard clenched again, but then Luigi gently squeezed his balls and he gasped. 

He was so close to coming, and he didn't want it to stop. Relax, thought Richard, it'll feel as good as the vibe.

Seconds later, he could feel the other man's hard cock pushing into him, further and further. Shit, even the idea was a turn-on, and he moaned slightly. He opened one eye and glanced at Mandy, now sitting in the bedside chair with her legs up and wide, so he could see that she was absolutely dripping, fingers dipping in and out. She was getting as much fun out of his birthday present as he was.

"I've got a little bet on with Luigi, darling," she grinned. "If he can make both of us come before he does, I'm going to give him £100." Richard felt Luigi reach over to gently tweak one of Mandy's nipples. She offered him two of her fingers to suck. Although his cock was hard inside Richard, it was clear that Luigi was rather more interested in getting inside her. 

The idea of that gave him another surge of pleasure, and he groaned again.

Almost imperceptibly at first, Luigi started to thrust inside him, rubbing against his prostate. The feeling was unbelievable, and he thought his head might blow off with the sensation. God, no wonder gay men fuck each other senseless. Seconds later, Richard spurted come all over the bed, as his hips involuntarily started to judder. 

"Oh God, .... I'm ..... coming," he moaned uselessly. As if they couldn't tell. Luigi stopped moving while Richard's orgasm seemed to continue for ever, and he ground himself back onto the other man's dick as far as he could go. He could sense Luigi was holding himself back. He clearly wasn't going to spend himself inside Richard, when Mandy was over there, gagging for it. 

Richard suspected it wasn't actually the money which was the main motivation.

A few seconds later, Luigi pulled himself out of Richard, pulled the used condom off into a tissue and seamlessly put another one on. He moved over to where Mandy was sitting and lifted her effortlessly up and onto his cock. Resting her buttocks on his hands and her back against the wall, he thrust into her again and again, her legs twisted around him. Richard watched from below, as the boy's cock slipped in and out of her, covered in her juices.

Suddenly Mandy tensed, and he knew her orgasm was coming. She arched her back, ground her pussy down onto Luigi's cock and gasped.

"Ooh, yess, oh, oh God, I'm coming," she moaned. She grabbed his hair, pulled his head back and hissed through her teeth "I ... want ... to ... hear ... you ... come." Luigi needed no further telling, and pumped hard into her while grunting out his own orgasm. 

Apparently, Italian really was his native tongue, Richard noted with amusement.



Birthday Boy



"Happy Birthday, darling!" she said as she opened her apartment door, and gave me a quick peck on the lips before she took my hand and ushered me inside.

Jenny and I had been dating for a couple of months, and although it still wasn't deadly serious, we were certainly fond of each other and the sexual chemistry between us was pretty intense.

She was a pert, pretty brunette with a gorgeous figure, and when she called me up and asked me to come over for a special birthday present, I needed no persuading. I didn't doubt that she had something sexy in mind. We'd been going to bed together for several weeks, and to my surprise for such a head turning girl she wasn't very experienced. She was certainly enthusiastic, but her last partner had been quite long term and rather unimaginative, so she hadn't tried more than basic sex really. The chance to experiment with a broad minded guy like me had really excited her though, and lately she'd been surprising me. She confided that she'd been surfing the internet and reading erotic literature for ideas. I was pleased that I'd brought out that side of her, and flattered that she went to so much effort to give us both pleasure.

"Your present is in the bedroom," she said "but I bet you already guessed that."

"I had my suspicions!" I laughed.

"Well, better not keep it waiting then." She said, and taking my hand, she led me into the bedroom, the big double bed waiting temptingly for us.

Lying on the bed was a wrapped package in fancy paper, and four lengths of soft rope.

"Now then," she said "I've gone to a lot of trouble to plan this surprise, so you have to do exactly as I say, do you agree?" and she smiled mischievously at me.

"Of course," I answered "when can I open the present?" 

"Oh, you don't open it, I do, when I'm ready, but you'll be the one to enjoy it." She answered mysteriously, "Now, first thing is, I want you to undress completely. I'll just stand and watch."

And she did. She just stood and watched as I stripped off and piled my clothes on a chair. She never made a move to touch me or to take off her own things. I was getting quite intrigued by now. Jenny usually had her things off before me.

"She eyed me up and down, a slight smirk playing around her lips. "OK," she said "now lie down on the bed" and she moved the package onto a dressing table. I wondered what could possibly be in it. 

I lay down and she arranged a couple of pillows under me so that I was half sitting up, then she took the four lengths of soft rope and tied me to the bed. It had a wooden runged headboard and a matching footboard, and she tied me in a spread eagle position, just tight enough so that I could only move a little.

I was already guessing what was going to happen. She was going to tease me and pet me until I was begging for release, then straddle me and ride me to climax. The thought appealed to me, I'm quite comfortable with bondage as long as I trust the person I'm with, and there are few things I like better than a pretty woman riding me, her tits jiggling and her hips bouncing on my hard cock until I cum in her. I was in for a surprise though.

After she'd tied me, Jenny moved to the foot of the bed, and began to run her hands over her body. She closed her eyes, and fondled herself through her clothes. Slowly she unbuttoned her top and let it fall away, then she pushed her skirt down her legs and stepped out of it. She was wearing a sheer lacy bra and pants, and she began to stroke and squeeze her breasts, then she reached back and unfastened the bra, letting it drop. 

I watched, fascinated, as she gently stroked and fondled her own nipples. My cock grew hard as I watched her, until it stood up, throbbing and blue veined. I ached for her to touch me but she kept stroking herself, the big nipples hard under her fingers.

Suddenly she opened a drawer in the dresser and took out a vibrator. Switching it on, she began to run it over her nipples, closing her eyes and swaying. Her other hand crept lower and she began to finger herself through the sheer panties. I was beginning to wriggle and pant myself by now, the pure eroticism of what she was doing was like a drug.

She pulled a chair near to the bed and sat down in it, spreading her legs wide, and she began to run the buzzing vibrator over her pussy. I swear I could see the panties darken as they became wet with her juices. Suddenly she stood and stripped them off with one quick movement, and for a delicious moment she stroked the damp bundle across my lower face so that I smelt and almost tasted her sex juices, then she tossed them aside.

"Oh God, Jenny!" I groaned, but she ignored me totally. She sat down again, spreading her thighs wide so I could see all of her neatly shaven pussy, and she began to tease herself with the vibrator, pushing it deep inside her, then bringing it out to run the buzzing tip up and down her wet slit and playing it over her swollen clit. Her eyes were shut and she was swaying her head from side to side, a film of sweat on her upper lip as her excitement grew, until with a great shudder and a series of gasping moans she brought herself to orgasm, then switching of the vibrator she slumped in the chair, her chest heaving.

For a long minute she stayed like that, then she raised her head and looked at me, her eyes still shining with her self pleasuring. 

"Now," she said softly "It's time to do a little work on you."

Standing up slowly, naked and beautiful, she sat on the bed beside me and stroked the vibrator, still wet with her pussy juice, across my upper lip. I licked the plastic toy hungrily, tasting her sweet cunt on it. All too soon she snatched it away from my eager mouth.

Clicking the vibrator back on, she took my hard cock in her gentle fingers and began to run the buzzing tip over my balls and up and down my throbbing shaft. I moaned and writhed under her touch, but she was merciless, stroking the tingling toy around my swollen purple end as I gasped and wriggled. The veins stood out on my cock and the tip throbbed like it was going to explode, but she was very careful to give me just enough stimulation to go to the edge of climax but not quite to go over. 

For long tormenting minutes she kept this up, obviously enjoying inflicting such divine torture on me, then she turned the toy off and said "About time to open your present I think."

I lay back, my cock and balls aching from her sweet torment, and watched as she took the package from the dresser and slowly unwrapped it. Inside was a box, and she opened it and took out a pink tube like object about eight inches long. It looked like it was made from soft rubber or something similar.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Don't you know?" she laughed.

I had another look at the thing, and the penny dropped. "It's an artificial vagina." I said "One of those masturbation toys for men."

"That's right." she said. "You watched me come with a toy, and now I'm going to watch you come with one." She reached into the box again and took out a tube of lubricant gel. Squeezing some into her palm, she began to smooth it over my cock with slow delicious strokes. "And when we're finished, you can take it home, and use it when I'm not around, and you can imagine it's me using it on you, just like I'm going to now" and with that she picked up the artificial pussy and carefully positioning the open end over my swollen glans, she slowly slid it down over my throbbing shaft.

The sensation was amazing. The vagina was rippled inside, just like a real one, and tight around my thick hard cock. I groaned and my hips shuddered with the sensations.

Positioning herself carefully, Jenny began to raise and lower the rubber pussy up and down my cock in slow exquisite strokes, at the same time caressing my balls with her free hand. She raised her eyes to watch me, her gaze fixed on my face, and I knew she was taking great joy in what she was doing, pleasuring me like this.

Skilfully she kept me on the edge, giving a few quick strokes until I was almost coming, then slowing down or even stopping until the feeling subsided. Finally, after she had stopped stroking for a few moments, she whispered "OK, this time." And began to move the rubber pussy up and down again, slowly at first, then gradually faster and faster, watching my face as the sensations built and then finally as I came with an explosion of pleasure she pumped it up and down on my cock in time to my thrusts and moans as I spurted my load into it, cumming and cumming until I was dry and I collapsed back with a long moan of relief.

Gently she slid the toy off my limp dick and untied me. I wrapped my arms around her naked body and hugged her to me.

"Thank you Jenny, that was the best present ever." I said.

"Let's go get something to eat," she said "then later, if you're up for it, we can have another little party, and this time I'll blow out your candle!"



Birthday Boy



It was my birthday and my girlfriend Lia was kidding me about how many spanks I would be receiving this year. She knew I was interested in the erotic aspects of spanking, but we really had not explored that yet. 

She was taking me out to dinner at my favorite steak house, and then promised/threatened my birthday spanking afterwards at home. At the restaurant, we shared a bottle of wine and a great meal. 

Lia was getting bold and dropped her hand to my lap as she whispered how hot and red my naked ass was going to be after she spanked me. 

I shivered as she squeezed my cock, feeling the blood rush to my shaft. Now she had something to work with, she devilishly stroked me as I blushed with embarrassment, hoping no one would notice. 

As I looked around, I saw two of Lia's best friends, Nezza and Anne walking towards our table. Lia was so intent on her play she didn't notice them until Nezza cleared her throat and said, "Hi, are we interrupting something?" Nezza asked sweetly. 

All four of us laughed because we knew we had been busted. Lia ordered another bottle of wine and they joined us at the table. I received birthday hugs and kisses from both women as we quickly finished off the wine. 

Lia then proceeded to tell them we were headed back to give me my birthday spanking! The three girls shared much giggles and whispers as the spanking was discussed among them. 

"What is he going to wear for this spanking?" Anne asked. "Well, I was going to have him naked, but since you two will be there we will have to discuss it," Lia said. 

"What! Having them there wasn't part of the deal." I said. 

"I don't remember anything except YOU were going to be spanked for your birthday, which is today. Beside, since you are getting so OLD, my hand would be sore before I finished, so this way the three of us can share that chore." 

As Lia told me this, she again reached into my lap and squeezed my cock. Of course, Anne and Nezza had a clear view of this, and I blushed bright red as I hardened again.   

The waitress came with our check and asked how dinner was. The girls told her it was my birthday and I was going to be spanked next! 

Lia was still lightly stroking my tented trousers. The waitress grinned and said she hoped I was going to be spanked at the restaurant. 

After finding out it was to be at home, the waitress told me I was a lucky boy to have three hot women spank me, and said it was too bad she had to work or she would volunteer to be the fourth! 

Lia continued to stroke while they chatted. I just blushed.

I was still blushing as we all left to go back to our house. Once in the house Lia immediately started discussing the spanking

Since I was 36, each girl would get 12 spanks, with some extras to "grow on" 

"I bet he grows on them," Nezza said smiling. 

Lia told the other two girls they would all vote on my spanking attire. Either I would wear my black silk boxers, or my green silk thong she had bought me last year, which I had never worn. 

Anne voted for the silk boxers and Lia voted for the thong. 

They looked to Nezza to break the tie but Nezza voted for nothing. 

"You have to vote for something," Lia said. 

"No, you didn't understand me, I vote that he WEARS nothing!" 

They all laughed, thinking about how I would look and decided to start me out in the boxers for Anne, then change to the thong. 

"What about my vote?" asked Nezza. 

"We will have to see how it goes first." Lia said. 

I went off to change while the girls opened more wine. I was glad for the looseness of the boxers, because I had gotten hard again with the thought of the spanking. 

But my erection did make a tent in the front. I hesitantly walked into the living room to hoots and whistles. 

"Before we get started, I have one more thing to do," Lia said. She went into the closet, pulled out the video camera and tripod and set them up. "I want a record of this for posterity." 

With the little red light blinking at us, Anne stepped up to me and looked me in the eye. "Don't think I am going easy on you because I am first Buster!" 

With a sigh and a throb, I took the agreed upon pose, hands on top of my head. Anne put a hand on my stomach and reared back and gave me a big swat. I jumped at the impact, not really expecting such a hard spank. 

"Count them out Mister!" Nezza ordered. 

 "ONE," I replied. 

Anne gave me three more spanks in a row as I counted them out. I decided it wasn't too bad really; in fact it was as exciting as I thought it might be. 

Anne's hand on my stomach had drifted down some and was pushing the fabric of the boxers against me, accentuating my now growing erection. 

"I guess you were right Nezza," Lia smirked, "He is really 'growing' now. 

All three of the girls chuckled and smirked. 

Anne continued her turn and now my ass was getting warmer and my cock was pushing against the fly, threatening a surprise appearance! 

Her last spank was the hardest, and my fly gapped a bit and the head of my cock was slightly visible to all. 

I quickly adjusted my boxers as I blushed again. Nezza fanned herself and asked if the AC could be turned up since it was getting so hot in here. 

I looked at Lia and she was standing in the doorway with my tiny thong hanging from her finger. "This is next you know." 

I needed a drink first to settle down and cool off if I was ever going to fit in a thong. The alcohol was also helping me with my nerve. 

I took the thong and went into the bedroom to change. The pouch in front was enough to cover me now, but I worried what would happen with an erection. 

And I was sure that would happen during the spanking. The strap in back totally exposed my ass cheeks, which was the purpose for the spanking. 

I walked back out in the thong and the girls crowded around, wanting to see my ass for redness, and feel it for any heat. 

"My turn now," announced Lia as she stood beside me and like Anne, put a hand on my lower stomach, giving me a swat. 

The feel of her hand on my naked ass was twice as hot, both in heat and lust. Even the sound was sexy. 

She spanked me twice more before Nezza pointed out I forgot to count. 

"I think we need to start over since he lost his place," Nezza announced. Anne thought that was a great idea since she wanted to spank on my bare ass too. 

Lia spanked me again and again, while I winced at the blows but counted out each one. 

I felt the lust start to overtake the pain as my cock twitched and uncoiled in the pouch. 

Her hand had drifted down and was cupping my erection as she spanked me several more times. 

With three more to go, a wet spot was growing in front, as my slippery cock pushed higher in the pouch, threatening to pop out. 

Her hand found my cock as it found it's freedom. 

Lia stood back to admire her handiwork as the three women gazed at my half-uncovered erection. 

Using my shaft as a handle, she delivered the last three swats, half stroking me with each spank. 

No one said a word as Lia knelt down and slid my thong down and off my body. "That wasn't doing much good anyway," she smirked. 

Nezza perked up and said, "MY turn, and just the way I wanted him!" 

She zeroed in on my ass as she too used my cock as a perfect handle. 

The pre cum was flowing now as she too spanked me and stroked me the twelve times.

Anne asked for her turn at the naked spanking, and she got 6 more spank/strokes in also. 

I was very near orgasm now. 

Any thought of my embarrassing position was gone, lost in a wave of lust and desire. 

In my imagination I could see myself spurting as I was spanked, with the heat of their eyes inflaming me. 

I turned to Lia and with shaky voice asked her to help me. She and I locked eyes and she understood me completely. 

She looked down at my throbbing cock and used her hand to glaze the head. 

Her other hand went to my ass and felt the heat of my burning cheeks. I shuddered at her touch, and then jumped as she gave me a hard spank in time with a full stroke of my cock. 

"ONE,", they all shouted in unison. 

My mouth was as dry as my cock was slippery wet. 

"TWO," another stroke/swat. I was thrusting into her hand now. 

"THREE!" Lia pulled down the skin of my shaft and held it down as my cockhead expanded and the first spurt of cum rocketed out. 

She gave another stroke and swat and another as I continued to spurt in long white arcs. It was the longest and most intense orgasm of my life. 

"WOW" was the only thing said, but it was said by all of us in turn. 

Nezza was rubbing her pussy through her pants, with a glazed look in her eye. 

Anne had the biggest grin on her face. 

Lia told the girls they were welcome to stay the night, but she REALLY needed me in the bedroom! 

She thanked the girls for helping, turned off the video cam, and then led me into the bedroom and closed the door. 

She pushed me on the bed and shucked off her clothes and mounted my body. 

My semi hard cock quickly stiffened as she rubbed her very wet pussy against my groin, opening her slit. She moved up the bed and straddled my face with her thighs. "Please lick me. I ache." 

Her juices were flowing from her sex; her aroma was intoxicating. I reached for her ass and pulled her against my face, licking her with long, deep strokes. 

I arrowed my tongue as deeply between her lips as I could. Lia was moaning now, and her pussy juices glazed my face completely. 

I heard the shower start in the next room and one of the other women got in. But my focus snapped back as Lia grabbed my ears and fucked my face.

"Eat me, lick my pussy PLEASE. I need to cum." 

In spite of her frantic movement, I had found her clit and waggled my tongue back and forth over it. Lia started panting as her orgasm approached. 

Having a woman cum as I lick her is one of life's sacred moments. 

I moved down a bit and tongued her hole as my nose stimulated her clit. 

Lia cried out my name as she spasmed against my face. 

Her juices flowed, filling my mouth with her nectar. She collapsed and slid down my body until she was laid out along my length. 

My rock hard cock stood rampant between her legs, but she was too tired to notice much. With the room quiet, we both heard moans coming from the bathroom. 

With the shower running, one of the other women was obviously masturbating in there. Lia giggled as the moans turned into vocals. 

"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD."

Lia whispered she thought it was Nezza. Hearing another woman playing with her pussy just inflamed me more and I adjusted my posture so my cock was at Lia's pussy. 

Lia started moving up and down my erection with her slit, and with my cock head between her pussy lips, she sank fully onto my shaft. I think Nezza was going for round two with the showerhead as we heard more moaning. 

But with Lia fucking me in earnest, my moans were the bass to Nezza's soprano. 

Lia pushed her tits to my mouth as she rode me harder and harder. I sucked her nipples as I let her grind her pussy to my cock. 

The bed was squeaking and bumping the wall. The sounds from the shower sounded like they were in the room. 

"I wonder if I can make you cum at the same time as Nezza," Lia teased as she squirmed on top of me with my rigid cock deep inside her. 

"I can't wait to see that video, and I bet Nezza and Anne want a copy too." 

"I bet she is thinking of you cumming in front of her as she fingers her pussy in the shower. Don't you wish you could watch her?" 

Lia's words were fuel on the fire. She smiled and started those long hard strokes with her pussy that got to me every time. 

Her hands on my chest found my hard little nipples as she rode me. My moans increased in volume as I listened to Nezza orgasm in the shower just on the other side of the wall. 

Everything together was too intense. I felt my cock swell and fully fill her wetness. My mind blanked, I cried out loudly, I came so intensely. 

Maybe at 18 I could have one orgasm right after another, but this was a first at 36. 

Lia nestled down on my chest as I softened, but didn't come out of her pussy. 

We heard the shower stop and quiet filled the house. I briefly wondered about Anne. 

Still joined, I whispered my thanks into Lia's ear before we drifted off to sleep.



Birthday Boy



It was ten days since he had broken up with his girlfriend and still the coffee was bitter. Roger didn't complain though. Not out loud. He just drank it since his friends were nice enough to take him out. It was his birthday and though he preferred to stay at home and pine over Rosie, his friends still dragged him out kicking and screaming. 

Roger looked around the coffee shop. Couldn't help it because his friends were looking around as well. There were a few girls splattered here and there. Mostly with tank tops and shorts and legs just dying for a tan. Why did it have to be summer? If it was winter, those legs would be covered, the chests would be covered as well. Big winter coats to hide breasts that reminded him of Rosie. The days when his mouth would caress them, or as Rosie would say "peck them as if eating birdfeed." He was never good enough for her, and he guessed that's why they broke up. Or more specifically, why she broke up with him. Maybe if he had lost his virginity in high school and had several notches on his belt like Randy and Jason (his version of Lenny and Squiggy that hung out with him - and was he lame that he still watched Laverne & Shirley?). He wasn't the kind of stud that they were. In fact, he had met them in College. They helped him meet Rosie and being with her was like being in heaven. The only problem was his sword was dull. 

He watched as the girls in the coffee shop looked down on him, pinning him to his seat with their eyes. He looked away. "This is fun."

"Yes it is!" giggled Randy excitedly fixing his left short sleeve. The fold came down as he had waved his fist at a girl during Roger's introspection. It wasn't a "I'm gonna punch you" kind of fist, but a "come get some of this" fist. It was the kind of fist you joked around with your friends, not the kind you showed to the girls, unless you were as bold as Randy. Randy had blonde hair and a tan any girl would be jealous for. The only problem was, he was too forward. Who was Roger to judge though? Randy was laid more times than he could count.

"Come on, cheer up, Roger!" Jason bit his bottom lip then nodded to a girl wearing a black leather jacket. "It's too hot for her to be wearing that. I should take it off."

"Yeah, you should go over there," said Randy slapping Jason's back with his hand. "Go over there."

Roger stood up. "Well, this was fun. Another fun birthday. Well, see you guys."

"Sit back down," said Jason smirking. He grabbed Roger's shirt sleeve and Roger was back on his seat. "What kind of friends would we be if we just took you for coffee?"

"Really guys, this is okay," sighed Roger, "I'm glad you came and took me out, but really, I'm just happy to spend the night alone in my dorm. It's just another birthday."

"It's your twenty-first birthday," piped in Randy. "Man, when I was twenty-one, you know what I did?"

"Got laid." Roger rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Randy winked.

"Okay, okay, enough fooling around," said Jason. "We'd better tell him." Jason put his hands in his jeans pocket then took out three pieces of paper. He tossed one to Roger.

Roger scoffed before looking at the paper. "What's this? 1-800-hookers are us?"

"Don't be silly!" Jason shook his head. "Really? What do you take me for? Some kind of pimp? Puh-lease!"

"You'll like this, Roger," smiled Randy, nodding his head. "Jason's got connections. Take a look."

Roger picked up the piece of paper and looked at it. Greater Star Club Presents Ginger. "Nice, Ginger from Gilligan's Island."

Jason rolled his eyes. "This is why you don't get dates. Do me and the world a favor and don't mention any weird TV shows. Nerdiness isn't hot."

"What is it then?"

Randy shrugged. "It's nerdy. Anyway, what do you think?"

"What is it? Some kind of show?"

"Puh-lease!" Jason rolled his eyes. "Some kind of show? Some kind of show? Is Wrestlemania just some kind of show?"

Randy pointed at the ticket. "This piece of paper gets you into a night of debauchery or to put it in your terms, lots of sex! We're talking all the sex you can eat."

"All the pussy you can eat," added Jason. "Of course, that's after the show because the chicks will be so hot and drooling from their mouths and their nether regions that you won't know where to start."

Roger slid the ticket back to Jason. "I'll pass."

Jason slid the ticket back to Roger. "No, you won't. It's our gift for your birthday."

"Plus you have to get out of the house." Randy stretched. "We'll pick you up at seven. Dress is casual."

 2

Roger had no idea what to wear. Actually, that wasn't true, they told him it'd be casual. Casual meant jeans. He settled for a black sweater to go with the blue jeans. That would be casual enough and besides, he wouldn't be out all that long, he thought to himself. Probably just some hour show on stage, then he would be safe to return home. He wasn't one to party. Going out for coffee had been a struggle in and of itself, but he couldn't turn down his friends, now could he? Yet, here they were with this extra silliness. Who was this Ginger person anyway? 

The knock on the door meant he was now a prisoner and the guards were ready to take him away to jail. The jail of fun. He opened the door and standing there with goofy grins on their faces were his friends, Randy and Jason. Randy was the goofier one. Then again, he was the one who stood out more. Girls were suckers for the blonde guy. Jason was dark-haired. Tall, dark, and handsome. Roger wasn't sure what he was. His hair was brown, but he didn't really pay attention to it. There was no need to when there were no girls in his life. 

"Ready to go, buddy?" asked Randy, elbowing Jason in his side. "He's ready to go."

"Yes," sighed Roger, "I'm ready to go. Take me to this Greater Star Club then." He shrugged. "Is this okay?"

Jason bit his bottom lip slightly, then nodded. "Yeah, that'll do fine. Could've just thrown on a T-shirt like us."

Roger smirked. "It's supposed to rain tonight."

"So what?" laughed Randy. "We'll be indoors and I'll be too busy to think about rain, if you catch my drift."

Roger shrugged it off and let them lead him to Jason's car. He leaned back looking out his side window as they drove. Once they reached the club, Roger stepped out of the car, looked around and saw the long line of people across the street. 

Jason got of the car and put his arm around Roger. "There you go buddy. There it is, your initiation into adulthood."

"I'm already an adult," frowned Roger. He crossed his arms. "Not sure about you two."

"Hey birthday boy," laughed Randy whacking his friend across the back, "don't be so glum."

They crossed the street while Roger shook his head. He stood behind some fat girl with a skinny tank top. "Yeah, good idea. Do you realize how long this line is?"

Jason patted Roger's shoulder. "There, there, relax, Roger. I've been here before, it moves fast."

"Yeah, I guess." Roger looked in front of him and saw the fat girl was 2 meters ahead of him. He rushed up behind her and saw the line moving fast like Jason said it was. 

The bouncer was the usual kind with the black T-shirt, bald and full of muscle. He nodded to Roger and punched his ticket with the puncher. "You boys are gonna have a good time tonight, eh?"

Randy giggled. "That we are, my man, that we are."

The bouncer punched Randy's ticket, and smiled. "Enjoy the show."

Jason led the way. Once inside the door, they had to climb stairs. It was an auditorium, as if they were going to see some play, thought Roger. He saw the stage get smaller and smaller as they climbed higher and higher. Great, he'd be watching an ant farm.

"Can't we go closer? Why are we sitting all the way up there?"

"One, because that's the number of our seats," said Jason, "and two, don't you know that the closer you sit, the more the illusion of the ballet lessens?"

"I don't think this is going to be a ballet. Or is this going to be a ballet?"

Randy giggled. "Oh, it's going to be a ballet!" He followed Jason down the aisle, then Jason sat down. Randy sat down next to him and then Roger sat down next to Randy. "Good seats, huh?"

Jason cleared his throat. "Um, Randy you have to switch places with Roger."

"Why?"

"Because you're not sitting in the right number. Look at your seat."

Randy sighed, dipped his head down as if he was going to give himself head and saw the seat number. He looked at his ticket, frowned and got up. "I don't know what the big deal is."

"They're really strict about the seating."

Randy got up and traded places with Roger. "Don't see why, we're all friends."

Jason shrugged. "Trust me." He pointed to the little camera above them. "They're watching."

"Ladies and gentlemen," came a voice from above their seats, "please take your seats, the show will begin in five minutes."

"Damn, that scared me!" laughed Randy. "Didn't know they had a speaker right above our heads. Hope I don't go deaf!"

"Trust me," laughed Jason, "You won't mind going deaf."

Roger sat back and folded his arms in front of him. The audience was getting quieter and quieter. The loud hustle and bustle was now turning into soft whispers. There was a couple in front of him and they were holding hands. Roger stretched out his legs, then sat straight in his chair bringing his legs back to where they were with his feet planted on the ground. Lots of leg room. He shrugged. At least he had the leg room going for him. If the show was dull, he could take a good nap.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please sit back comfortably, and remember there is no smoking." A few groans were heard. "Though the smoking from your guns is allowed." Cheers from the audience. Roger could almost hear the quickening heartbeats of the audience. "Please enjoy the show." The lights started to dim until they were all in darkness.

There was a spotlight on the stage and Roger could see the stage rising a bit. This special effect didn't excite him as much as they thought it would, but he gave it a chance. After all, it was only a minute into the show. The stage stopped rising and stepping into the spotlight was a gentleman wearing a red suit jacket and red pants. He had on a white shirt and something that looked like a red rose pinned to it. His top hat was long and black. Roger frowned when he saw the man's black cape, but was intrigued that the man looked like he was four feet tall.

"Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, children eighteen and over, welcome to the Greater Star Club!" The man flourished his hands in the air. His lips were red. "My name is Manick and I shall be your tour guide for tonight's pleasure romp! If this is your first time, please don't be afraid to come in your pants. It happens to everyone. If you haven't brought a handkerchief don't worry, there should be one in the arm of your seat." He smirked. "I'll wait a minute for you to find it!"

"What the hell?" said Roger, looking to his left at Jason, then his right, at Randy. His jaw dropped as he saw Randy pulling open what looked like an astray on the seat arm. He pulled out a handkerchief, then closed the astray.

Randy winked. "You never know, might come in handy."

Roger looked back at the stage, shook his head and sighed. There was nothing in his astray.

"Great!" continued Manick. "You've found it! Please remember, we are not responsible for any seizures or heart attacks you may have. Enter at your own risk! Penetrate at your own risk! And now, as they say, on with the show!" He clapped his hands and the spotlight turned off leaving the audience, again, in total darkness. 

The spotlight turned on again, and this time a lady was illuminated. She stood, dressed in a green evening gown, with a green shawl draped on her arm. As she walked across the stage she kicked off her green high heels, careful to keep her profile to the audience. Her hair was in ringlets and her arms were sparkling white. Roger could almost see spots of sweat on those arms. It made him almost wish for a handkerchief in his ashtray. He cleared his throat and continued to watch as she sat on the bed that was now illuminated by another spotlight. The lady was now facing the audience. Her lips were pressed tight and she stared at the audience with burning eyes, as if daring them to come down and tear off her clothes. There were a few sounds of shallow breathing. People, men, starting to get themselves ready, stroking themselves. Roger shivered. Why was he here? 

"My name is Ginger," said the lady. Her voice resonated on the speaker, and at that moment was the only voice in the room. It was as if there were no one else but the watcher and her. At least that was the way Roger felt. It could've been just her and him in the room. He shook the thought away. It was just a show after all. None of this was actually real! Why was we always such a spoil sport? No wonder his friends never took him anywhere.

Ginger smirked shyly, set her shawl on the ground, then crossed her legs. Her hand rubbed along her thigh as she breathed deeply, in and out. Her breath could be heard because of the speakers. She was probably wearing a microphone. Roger gasped as he saw what he couldn't believe. Her hand now went underneath her evening gown. Most probably down there! Roger wanted to close his eyes, but he also wanted to keep watching. He held his breath, tried to breathe. If only he could have a drink of water. He should've brought a bottle of water into the auditorium. Her head leaned back as her breathing quickened. Over to his left, his extreme left, past Jason, he heard a man's cry of orgasm. Roger wiped the sweat from his forehead. There was that smell of sex in the air. Pretty early, he thought, but pungent, stale, sweet, and delicious. She had a way of drawing it from the audience as her hand slithered in and out, in and out, until she too uttered a groan. In that groan, the rest of the audience was speechless. The groan seemed to last for five minutes but could've just been twenty seconds. The lights on the stage dimmed slightly. There was a hard boom which woke the audience up. They sat upright in their chairs. Roger sure did. 

What the hell was that sound? They saw where the sound came from. Standing on stage was a man wearing a jean shirt and blue jeans. He had on cowboy boots and was hatless. The boots were what had made that sound because they made the same sound again and this time the audience saw the heels of his boots hit the floor of the stage. The man knelt on the stage in front of the kicked off high heels and brought one to his lips. He kissed it softly, smelled it, and put his other hand to what may have been a bulge in his pants. A gasp from the audience. He set the shoe down, stood up and took off his cowboy boots slowly. Allowing the sound of the zipper to resonate around the auditorium. The man had dark hair and when he ripped off his shirt, there was more dark hair on his chest. Roger could hear the girl in front of him. Her breathing was becoming shallow.

The man approached Ginger who was still seated on the bed. Ginger didn't look at the man, but kept her eyes on the audience as he pulled off his belt. Once pulled off he gave it a hard snap in the air, so the audience could hear the loud whipping sound it made. He folded the belt, shoved Ginger back roughly so she now lay on the bed.

"You have a hot body," said Ginger, her voice still heard on the speakers. Roger nodded his head, along with everyone else he thought. "Hope you'll be gentle with me."

"I'll be as gentle as my cock wants me to," he replied. He turned his back to the audience and they heard the sound of his zipper, unzipping. He flung himself onto Ginger and bucked, riding her as if she were a horse that needed to be broken.

"Fuck me, cowboy!" yelled Ginger.

An almost inaudible 'yes' was heard in the crowd. 

Now the cowboy was on his back and Ginger was straddling him. She lifted her evening gown over her head and threw it to the side. The audience could see her back. Her back was white, soft, but erect as she now rode the cowboy.

"I'm gonna fuck you hard, cowboy," murmured Ginger. "Fuck you hard."

Roger squirmed in his seat, his throat already more than dry. He wanted to touch himself, but he wouldn't dare. He couldn't! That wouldn't be right, especially in a public place. He pretended he didn't hear Randy's breathing growing shorter. 

Ginger was thrown off the bed and the audience gasped. The cowboy grabbed the belt and threw it out to the audience. Someone screamed. More from pleasure, probably from being able to catch the belt. The cowboy let his pants fall and finally kicked them off stage. His cock was erect like a loaded pistol and there was silence in the audience. Those who were getting themselves off took a small break to see what the cowboy would do. He grabbed Ginger and lifted her up. She was now standing and facing the audience while his back was to them. Ginger smirked as her body was planted against his, hard. The man's hands were now on her asscheeks as he pumped into her. Ginger's eyes tightening, tears falling down her cheeks as she whimpered. The man groaned, his breathing sounding like the panting of a dog in hot weather. His panting becoming quicker and quicker, Ginger's breathing matching his until finally he let out one big groan and Ginger screamed "Fuckin' cowboy, yes!" The man shoved her back lightly, then passed out on stage. Ginger smirked.

The lights went out and the audience started applauding. Roger joined in too. He admitted to himself, he did have a great time. The spotlight returned onto the stage. Ginger still stood there smirking as Manick came up behind her and draped a white gown on her shoulders. He covered her breasts with it, tied it together from behind, then put an arm around her and they bowed together. The lights in the auditorium lit up slightly. Randy blushed slightly as Roger glanced at him. He zipped up his pants.

The cowboy ran onto the stage wearing a similar white gown. He got on the other side of Manick and bowed slightly, then they all joined hands and bowed together.

"Thank you everyone!" cheered Manick after the round of applause. "The show isn't over yet though!" Manick let go of Ginger's hand and the cowboy's hand. "If I'm right, I believe we have a birthday."

Jason smiled. "Told you this will be good."

"What the hell?" asked Roger. "They're going to bring me a cake?"

Jason laughed. "You'll see."

Manick looked directly at Roger. "There he is, Ginger! There's the birthday boy himself! I believe he's wetting himself already!" Laughter from the audience. Manick put his hand in his suit jacket pocket then took out a piece of paper and looked at it. "Roger Donovan?" 

"Raise your hand, Mr. Donovan," laughed the cowboy, "don't be shy."

Roger raised his hand slowly, then looked around at his friends. Thankfully, Randy looked presentable finally. His shirt was tucked back into his pants and his pants were closed. He decided not to wonder where the handkerchief was.

Ginger clasped her hands in front of her. "Well, good evening birthday boy! You stay right there, I'm coming."

Applause from the audience.

"Okay everyone!" cheered Manick waving his arms in the air. "Let's all sing happy birthday now as Ginger gives Mr. Donovan his birthday surprise and I was told this is his first time here, so it should definitely be a surprise!"

As Ginger walked off the stage and up to where Roger was seated, the chanting of "Happy Birthday" could be heard from everyone in the audience. 

"Oh my god," said Randy with his mouth gaping, "she's coming this way!"

Once Ginger reached to where Randy was seated she raised her arm and then Manick stopped singing. He put his hands together and clapped. The audience joined in the clapping and the singing had ended. Ginger pushed past Randy and faced Roger smiling. Her right hand was in a fist. 




Birthday Boy



"You didn't do anything did you?" she asked.

Roger noticed he didn't hear that from the speakers, just in front of him.

She smiled. "The microphone is in my hand, covered until we're ready."

Roger nodded. "Er, I mean, no I didn't do anything, sorry."

"Oh, don't be sorry," she winked, "that's just as good. Are you ready for me to put my mic on?"

"Yeah."

She smiled. "Just relax and let me do everything."

Roger swallowed.

"And for goodness sakes relax." She laughed. "Okay, I'm putting the mic on." Ginger stood up and took off her gown. As it slid down her body, Jason, Randy and Roger gasped. "Look away boys, this is for Roger's pleasure only." Ginger put the microphone on the side of her neck. Roger saw it had tape on it which made it stick.

"Fancy," he said, then covered his mouth as the whole auditorium heard what he said. Laughter from the audience.

Ginger kneeled on the floor. "You fancy me?"

"Yeah."

Ginger rubbed the outside of Roger's thighs with her hands then unbuttoned his jeans. She put her hand in his pants and gently slid out his half erect cock. "I could see you watching me while I was down on the stage. I could see how much you wanted to touch me." She massaged his shaft. "How much you wanted to come. All over my face, in my mouth." 

Roger let out a groan which was heard in the auditorium. It didn't stop him from enjoying the pleasurable moment. In fact, he forgot that he was in an auditorium. All he knew was Ginger and his cock. He felt her tongue rub against the head of his cock which sent his head flying back against his seat and as it did so, she slid his cock into her mouth and worked on it. Licking up and down, up and down, in and out, faster and faster, Roger watching the beads of sweat on her forehead as the smell of her perfume, jasmine, seeped into his nostrils. Roger's mouth opened, his tongue lolling to the side, wanting to go out of his mouth and lick Ginger all over and as he thought about it, all he could do was scream "Oh my god! Yes!" and felt himself spasm and shiver as his hot cock ejaculated into her mouth. She pulled his cock out of her mouth and gave that smirk. Dribbles of semen still on the corners of her mouth.

Jason offered his handkerchief.

"Oh, we won't be needing the handkerchief, thank you," said Ginger slyly. She licked Roger's cock again, but this time on the sides of it and at the tip. Then Ginger picked up her gown, slid it over her shoulders and tied it up. She took off her microphone and held it in her fist again then whispered to Roger. "Meet me outside at the front." She kissed Roger on the cheek and the audience cheered.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" cheered Manick. "A round of applause for Ginger and the birthday boy, Roger Donovan! Don't you wish you had a birthday today!"

The audience applauded as Ginger walked back to the stage. Once she reached the cowboy and Manick, they all bowed again and then waved.

"That wraps up the show tonight, folks!" said Manick. "There'll be souvenirs sold out front if you'd like any! More handkerchiefs, if you need them. Gowns, condoms, knickknacks, posters! Come, come and buy! Or if you're exhausted and need to turn in, which is understandable after the fucking you just had, have a safe drive home! Have a good night, everyone!"

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Jason nodded to Randy after he came out of the washroom. Randy had to wash up, and Jason didn't bother to ask specifically what he had to wash up. Roger had his hands in his pockets looking toward the swarm of people exiting the building or buying souvenirs. They were in the foyer.

"You guys want to check out the souvenirs?" asked Randy.

Jason stretched. "I'm beat man, I gotta head into work tomorrow."

"Thought you'd get a date tonight?" laughed Roger.

"Oh!" Jason tapped his pocket. "Tomorrow night. The girl that was sitting in front of you, I got her number, and she and I are going to have a good romp tomorrow." He winked.

Randy slapped Jason's back. "That's awesome man! I'm too slow for the count, so I guess I lucked out this evening."

"Well, we'd better go." Jason started walking then looked back. Roger wasn't moving. "Hey you coming or what? Figured you'd be excited to go home."

Roger continued looking at the swarm of people. "She told me to meet her out front after the show."

Jason shrugged. "Okay, suit yourself, but I don't think she'll show. She probably just says that to everyone."

"Really?" asked Randy.

"I don't know, just guessing." Jason looked toward the door. "It's raining out there man. Don't forget your umbrella."

"She'll probably have one," smiled Randy. "They always do."

"Hey! Don't talk about her like that!" Jason shook his head. "You can't compare her to a prostitute. It's a lot different."

"How would you know?"

Jason shrugged. "I don't know, just guessing. Anyway, I'm heading out to the car. Follow me if you're following." Jason walked toward the door followed by Randy.

Roger put his hands in his pockets. He gave a sigh then felt something hit him on the shoulder. He looked around, then looked down. Standing there was a short person with black hair, wearing a long black jacket.

"Evening, birthday boy! It's me, Manick!" He laughed. "Forgive me if you didn't recognize me out of costume. Perhaps I'm a lot shorter than you expected?"

"Sorry." Roger tried to look the other way.

"No worries," smiled Manick motioning toward the door. "Shall we. Ginger will be along in a minute . . . ah, there she is!"

A lady wearing a black rain jacket with a hood covering her hair approached. She took Manick's arm and they proceeded to head outside. Once outside Manick opened the umbrella and held it above himself and Roger. 

"The limo is this way," said Manick. "Hope you don't mind the quick get-a-way, but if they had recognized Ginger, then we'd be stopping for autographs."

From the corner of his eye, Roger could see Jason and Randy going into Jason's car. To his surprise the limo was across the street. Roger smiled as he saw Jason getting out of the car. Randy did the same. 

"These are my friends," explained Roger.

"Ah, yes!" smiled Manick. "I do remember seeing them. Good day fellas." He shook hands with both of them. "Enjoyed the show, did you?"

"Yes we did," replied Jason, nodding and trying to avoid looking at the lady next to Manick. "Thank you very much."

Randy smiled. "So we all going to a party?"

The lady laughed. "Sorry boys, this is a private party." She smiled as Randy's jaw dropped open. "Guess I still sound the same."

"Hell yeah!" laughed Randy.

Ginger fumbled underneath her rain jacket, then stepped back, squatted and picked something up from the ground. She handed it to Randy. "Here you go, a souvenir." She winked then grabbed Roger's arm. "Shall we go, birthday boy?"

"Guess we're going for cake," laughed Roger.

"Oh," snickered Ginger. "You'll be eating more than cake." She kissed him on the cheek and led him to the limo.

Manick waved then closed the umbrella. "Well, that's my cue. I'm the driver. Goodnight boys."

Randy and Jason watched Manick, Ginger, and Roger enter the limousine. When it drove past them, Ginger stuck her head out the window and yelled "No need to wait up!"

Jason nodded, then opened his door. "Guess we're going home. What'd she give you?"

"I don't know." Randy opened his hand and gasped when he saw what it was. It looked green and it felt soft. There was no mistaking it. "Holy shit! Her panties!"

"Oh my god!" Jason's jaw dropped. "Can I hold it?"

"No way, it's mine!"

Jason shook his head. "Oh well, panties won't do it for us. Can you believe his luck?"

"Yeah." Randy shrugged. "Oh well, he is the birthday boy."



Birthday Boy



As someone who seemed to spend half of his life living out of a suitcase, Jeremy Swan had come to prefer staying in hotels with a bit of character. Over the past two or three years, he'd stayed in a former monastery, a converted foundry, a small castle, and an 18th century granary. And, on the whole, they had each turned out to be a lot more enjoyable than any cookie-cutter Sheraton or Marriot.

All of which partly explains how he came to find himself sipping a glass of New World Pinot noir in what looked more like an antique shop than the house bar of a four-star hotel.

'D'you ever get people wanting to buy any of this stuff?' Jeremy asked the barman.

'Occasionally, sir. In fact, at about two o'clock this morning, an Australian gentleman was quite keen to purchase that campaign chest.'

The chest to which the barman nodded was certainly attractive. Two piece. A nice dark reddish mahogany. Brass bindings and handles. Jeremy could see why the Aussie bloke might have made a pitch for it. 

'I take it that it wasn't for sale?' he said.

The barman smiled a wry smile. 'I think the gentleman might have been rather disappointed if he had woken up this morning -- possibly with a slight headache -- to discover that he had paid top price for a fine example of the faker's craft.'

Jeremy was surprised. 'It's not real?'

The barman shook his head.

Jeremy took another, more critical, look around the bar. The various items of furniture and other bits and pieces certainly looked the part. 'Just that piece? Or are some of these other pieces less-than-authentic as well?'

'One or two of the cheaper pieces are reasonably real,' the barman said. 'But most of the more impressive-looking pieces ... well, let's just say "genuine imitations" would be a fair description.'

'And what about the mojitos?' It was woman's voice. 'Are the mojitos real?'

'They certainly are, madam,' the barman said. 'Each one crafted by my own fair hand. Would it be your wish that I should craft one for you now?'

'Thank you. I would like that. I would like that very much,' she said.

And then, stepping up to the bar stool next to Jeremy's, she said: 'May I?'

'But of course,' he said.

Jeremy's new drinking companion was a good-looking woman, probably in her mid-to-late 30s. She had shortish dark hair and dark sparkling eyes. Think of a slightly softer version of Chrissie Hynde at 35 or so and you're almost there.

'You know, I don't think I've ever tasted a mojito,' Jeremy said.

'No, neither had I until a couple of weeks ago,' the woman said. 'But I was reading a story in which two of the characters had an argument about how to make an authentic mojito.

'One insisted that a proper mojito is made with sugar syrup. The other was adamant that you should use raw sugar rather than sugar syrup, and that you should add a dash of Angostura bitters. Unfortunately, the story ended without the author making a ruling. So I decided that I should do some research of my own.'

'And what did your research tell you?' Jeremy asked.

'Well, I still don't know which is the authentic recipe -- if, indeed, either of them is,' she said. 'But I did discover that I prefer my mojitos sans bitters.'

A few seconds later, the barman placed a sparkling concoction in a tall Collins glass in front Jeremy's new companion. 

'There you are, madam,' he said. 'One mojito -- sans bitters.'

'Ah ha!' she said. 'So you agree.' 

'The customer, madam, is never wrong. Isn't that what the great César Ritz taught us?'

Madam took a sip of her drink. 

'Excellent,' she said. 'And I admire your diplomacy ...' she peered at his name badge, '... Kenny. However, I'd now appreciate your professional opinion. And don't worry, I'll still give you a decent rating on the guest survey.'

'Thank you, madam.' Kenny reached for an unlabelled bottle of clear liquid and tapped it with two fingers. 'I guess I'm of the sugar-syrup-and-no-bitters school,' he said. 'I think it brings out the mint flavours. But, as to whether that's the authentic mojito recipe ... well, who knows?'

As Kenny returned to slicing lemons and limes, Madam extended a well-manicured hand in Jeremy's direction. 'By the way,' she said, 'I'm Terri.'

'Jeremy,' Jeremy replied. 'Nice to meet you, Terri.'

She smiled a broad smile. 'Well, well. Jeremy,' she said, nodding slightly. 'I was hoping to meet a Jeremy. How lucky is that?'

'There are one or two of us about,' he told her.

'I suppose so,' she said. 'But still.'

'And may I ask why you were hoping to meet a Jeremy?'

'A little bird told me that Jerermys are very good company,' she said, 'good chaps to share a mojito with.'

As she spoke, Terri turned further towards him and allowed her skirt to ride a fraction higher. She also tilted her head ever so slightly forward, and ran a couple of fingers through her silky dark hair. The cheeky tart. She was flirting. Not that Jeremy minded. Not that he minded at all. But, yes, she was definitely flirting.

Well, Jeremy thought, I guess that's something else you get with the quirkier hotels: quirkier guests.

For the next ten minutes or so, the two of them chatted easily as she sipped her mojito and he sipped his Pinot noir.

Then, when both of their glasses were empty, Terri gently placed a hand on Jeremy's thigh and said: 'You know ... another thing I've heard about you Jeremy chaps is that you're rather partial to the occasional glass of champagne.'

'I don't know where you're getting your information,' Jeremy said, 'but it does seem to be pretty good.'

'Oh, I only use the most reliable of sources,' she said. 

It was Jeremy's turn to nod. 'Very wise.'

'Kenny, do you think you might be a sweetheart and pour a glass of The Widow for my friend Jeremy?'

Kenny removed Jeremy's wine glass. 'With pleasure, madam. And for you?'

Terri glanced at her empty mojito glass and frowned slightly. 'You know, I think I'll have a glass of bubbles too. After all, it's not every day that you meet a Jeremy, is it?'

Kenny smiled what Jeremy thought was a knowing smile. Although what it was that he knew was hard to tell. 'Possibly not, madam,' was all he said.

Kenny placed two flutes on the bar and filled them with Veuve Clicquot.

'The Widow's finest,' he said.

Terri lifted her glass and proposed a toast. 'To birthdays,' she said softly.

'Weddings and bar mitzvahs,' Jeremy added conspiratorially.

Terri frowned slightly -- but then she laughed. 'You Jeremy chaps have your own sense of humour, don't you.' She offered this as an opinion rather than as a question.

'Do we?' Jeremy asked.

'Oh, I think so,' she said.

Again they settled into easy chat as they sipped their champagne. But then Jeremy felt a familiar flutter in the region of his heart. Well, in the region of his shirt pocket anyway. His Blackberry was calling.

'Excuse me,' he said. He quickly scanned the message. 'I'd like to ignore this, but it's my boss. Not good for the career, if you know what I mean.'

'No, of course. Do what you need to do,' Terri said.

Olivia, Jeremy's boss, knew how to get to the point. 

Urgent [the message said] mtg CW 3:30, need Q3 update, Q2 actuals, now -- thx, O

'Sorry,' he said, 'I need to go and update some figures. My boss is in a different time zone -- literally -- and she has an important meeting in a bit over half an hour. Should only take me ten minutes. Fifteen at the most.'

'No. You must go,' Terri said. 'Even if it is your birthday. But perhaps afterwards we could ....' She tilted her head and ever so slightly raised her eyebrows.

'I'd like that,' Jeremy said, although he had no idea what it was that he was agreeing to. Also, he had no idea why she was continuing with the birthday gag. Nevertheless. 'Yeah, I'd like that a lot. Maybe we could grab something to eat? That is if you're not otherwise ....'

Terri smiled her winning smile. 'Oh no, I'm all yours,' she said. 'Well, in a manner of speaking. And, yes, I'm sure we can do something. In fact I'm absolutely positive we can do something.'

Jeremy had half expected Olivia's request and had already done some work on it. He just hadn't expected the request to come when it did. Nevertheless, he raced back to his room, got together the necessary files, made a few tweaks, attached the files to an email, and clicked Send.

He glanced at his watch. Less than ten minutes since Olivia's text message. Not bad. Not bad at all, Jeremy. Just time to quickly freshen up and he'd be back in the bar with Terri and ready for whatever the 'something' was that she had in mind.

But fate had other plans.

He had just shut down his laptop and slipped it back into its bag when there was a light-but-sharp knock on the door. He placed the laptop bag in the bottom of the wardrobe and was just walking towards the door when there was a second, more urgent, rat tat tat.

Expecting to see a housemaid, he opened the door. But no. Instead he was greeted by the smiling Terri carrying two glasses of champagne.

'The bar was starting to get a bit noisy,' she said.

'You had better come in then.' 

Terri placed the glasses on the desk and looked around the room. 'Well, well. You're a remarkably tidy fellow, Jeremy,' she said. 'You know -- for a bloke.'

'Sometimes,' Jeremy told her.

'Not even a stray pair of socks on the floor. In fact, it's altogether too tidy for my taste,' she said. 'Why don't I mess it up a bit?' And with that, Terri hoisted her skirt, briefly revealing lacy stay-up stocking tops and a pair of skimpy black knickers. 

Was he seeing things? Well, yes. He was seeing a pair of long shapely legs and some sexy lingerie. Was he imaging things? No, definitely not. In what was clearly a practiced move, Terri slid the knickers down over her hips towards her ankles and, with a flick of her right foot, sent them flying across the room where they came to rest on the arm of one of the (reproduction) Louis XV-style chairs. 

'That's better,' she said. 'Gives the room a more lived-in look. And anyway, I'm told that you Jeremy chaps prefer your women without knickers. Or have I been misinformed?'

'No, as we agreed earlier, your source is most reliable,' he told her.

'Excellent,' she said. But then, after a moment, she said: 'But of course you can't really see whether I'm wearing knickers or not, can you?'

'I'm pretty sure I saw you take them off,' he assured her.

'Hmm, but knowing is not really the same as seeing, is it?' she said. 'Perhaps I should take my skirt off. That way you will be in no doubt that I am, indeed, knickerless.' 

Jeremy was beginning to like this Terri woman more and more.

Keeping her eyes firmly on his, Terri slowly unzipped the skirt and, after a moment or two of teasing, let it drop to the floor. 'There,' she said. 'Better?'

'Better and better,' he told her.

Terri stepped away from the abandoned skirt, smiled, and ran her fingers through her neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair. 'Tell me, Jeremy, what's your preference? Hair or bare?'

'Umm ... I think hair,' he said.

Terri nodded. 'Yes. So do I. I've tried bare, but it somehow doesn't feel right.' She reached out and took his hand. 'See what you think,' she said as she gently placed his hand on top of her undeniably-silky thatch. 'See if you think this feels right.'

'Feels just about perfect to me,' he said.

If he was honest, he wasn't quite sure how far he was being invited to go. It was all happening rather quickly. Tentatively, he allowed his hand to move a few millimetres to the south. And as he did so, Terri pushed her hips forward. Just slightly. It was not a big movement. But it was just enough to ensure that Jeremy's pleasure finger slipped into the groove between her slightly parted labia.

'Yes,' she said. 'And that feels just about perfect to me.'

Taking Terri's comment as a sign of approval, his finger slowly continued its journey south. The valley became deeper and damper. And, by the time he reached the entrance to her vagina, a 'Slippery When Wet' sign would not have been out of place.

'You know what would make this even better, Jeremy?'

'Tell me,' he said.

'If, while you are doing such a wonderful job of exploring my pussy, I might be permitted to perhaps fondle your cock. I suspect it is probably not without a certain stiffness by now.'

'Again, your information would seem to be pretty reliable,' Jeremy said. 'And, yes, it does seem fair that you should ... well ... you know.'

'Exactly,' she said.

From the deft way in which she went about her work, Jeremy got the impression that it was not the first time that Terri had removed a man's trousers while still managing to keep her warm wet pussy locked onto his hand.

'There,' she said. 'That's better. Now we can see what we're doing. And I must say, Jeremy, I like what I see. I like it a lot.'

There was no question about it: Terri was an expert cock-fondler. She knew exactly what she was doing.

'You know, Jeremy, I like a nice firm cock,' she said. 'I like the feel of it in my hand. I like to feel its weight in my fingers. And, of course, I like to feel its smoothness. Do you like to feel of your nice firm cock in your hand, Jeremy?'

'Well, if it's my own,' he said.

'Then could I ask a favour of you please, Jeremy? Could I just get you to look after this beautiful cock for me -- just for a moment? I just need to get something.'

And before he had a chance to say anything, she had handed him his own cock.

'That's right, just keep it nice and hard for me, Jeremy. Just keep stroking that fabulous cock. Hmm. I think that you like that, don't you, Jeremy,' she said. 'I think you like stroking that fabulous cock -- that fabulous ... hard ... cock.'

And, of course, she was not wrong.

'But now,' she said, having somehow produced a condom, apparently out of nowhere, 'I want to feel that fabulous hard cock deep inside me. I think you might like to feel that too, don't you, Jeremy?'

Again, almost without him noticing that it was happening, Terri slipped the condom over his cock and led him to the edge of the bed. 

'I think if I just get on my hands and knees here ...' she said.

It was a very sexy sight -- her shapely thighs parted, her toned-but-womanly buttocks presented at just the right angle, her now-exposed inner lips glistening in the lamplight ... he didn't need a second invitation. He entered paradise.

'Oh, that feels so good, Jeremy,' she said. 'That feels sooo good.'

And it certainly felt good to him.

It wasn't a fuck that was going to set any records for duration. From entry to orgasm was probably no more than five minutes. But, for Jeremy, they were five fantastic minutes. And Terri didn't seem to be complaining either.

'Whee!' she said. 'Was that good? Or was that fucking wonderful?' And then, after a moment or two, she said: 'I think we might need another sip of champagne after that.'

He handed her her glass.

'Here's to birthdays,' she said, raising her glass in a toast.

'Whatever you say, Terri,' Jeremy said. 'Whatever you say.'

For a few minutes they just sat there, quietly sipping their champagne, catching their breath, and -- in Jeremy's case anyway -- wondering what was coming next.

But then Terri suddenly glanced at her elegant Raymond Weil watch. 

'Gosh,' she said. 'I hadn't realised it was so late. You Jeremy chaps certainly know how to distract a girl, don't you.' And, next thing, she was gathering up her scattered items of clothing and heading for the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, she reappeared looking as immaculately groomed as she had when she had first walked into the bar. 

'Oh, I almost forgot,' she said. 

Reaching into her handbag, Terri pulled out a small pale blue envelope tied with a darker blue ribbon. As she handed it to him, Jeremy noticed a handwritten 'Jeremy' partly obscured by the ribbon.

'What's this?' he asked.

'The card that goes with your birthday present.'

'Birthday present?'

'Your wife arranged for me to give you a little birthday treat. She said she thought it was something you had always fantasised about.'

Jeremy laughed.

'You're surprised?' Terri said. 'You didn't realise that your wife knew about your little fantasy?'

'Oh, I'm very surprised,' Jeremy said. 'Very surprised indeed. You see, I don't actually have a wife. And it's certainly not my birthday. Although I guess in some ways ....'



Birthday Boy



London smiled as she checked out her reflection in the mirror. "He's going to lose it." She didn't really think the outfit was as sexy as some of the other things that she could have chosen but she'd spent enough time thumbing through her boyfriend's computer to know what he liked and for some reason he was really into Kim Possible. She could personally think of a few dozen things that were sexier than a skin tight black top and loose fitting cargo pants but this was for his birthday so she was going to dress for him. She'd added a little something by wearing a thong and her pants slung low on her hips. She'd even strapped an old hair dryer on her hip. 

The outfit was just part of her gift to him though. He'd accidently, mostly accidently, dropped a few hints that he wanted to take her anally. She'd long suspected that there were only two types of men in the world when it came to wanting anal. The kind who wanted it and the kind who were too smart to admit that they wanted it. Well her boyfriend had done a pretty good job of remaining in the second camp and for so long she'd been forced to consider the idea that she was wrong but just like always she was ultimately found to be right. She didn't really mind, each of her boyfriends had had eventually talked her into it and the truth was she enjoyed it a little. It made her feel dirty. 

London was constantly reminded of her decision to give her boyfriend his ultimate hole by the anal plug already buried inside her stretching her open for her boyfriend. There was no hint of it to be seen through the loose cargo pants but she turned her rump towards the mirror and wriggled it slightly. She might have remained there for a while if the doorbell hadn't rang. "He's here."

London quickly pulled on a bright red wig over her naturally black hair and bounded down the stairs to open the door. "Happy birthday!" London shouted wrapping her arms around Scott's neck and pulling him down to her lips. "I hope you like it." She broke the kiss and spun around slowly. "Call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me! Did anybody even still have beepers when this show was on?"

Scott beamed a smile at her. "Wow. I must have done something extremely right to have deserved this." He stepped into the house kicking the door shut behind him and taking her by the waist easily lifting her up into the air. "You look amazing."

"Thanks." Scott knew London loathed it when he picked her up overhead. It reinforced the feeling she often got that people thought of her as some kind of doll because she only five foot two, in heels, without them she fell shy of the five foot mark and she didn't weigh a full hundred pounds. 

Scott by contrast was actually quite normal sized at an even six feet, a little under two hundred pounds. The only thing about him that stood out much was he insisted on growing his brunette hair down to shoulder length. London thought it made him look a little like one of those vampires from the romance novels, not that she was complaining. As long as he didn't sparkle she was perfectly happy with him being a blood sucking fiend. 

"You did do something very right. You dated me and made me very happy." She pulled the hair dryer from her hip and pointed it straight at his heart. "And now I'm going to have to insist that you come with me."

"Kim's a good girl, she doesn't do that." Scott replied putting his hands up at the same time.

London narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend for a moment. Boys. They couldn't just be happy with what they had, they had to nitpick about the details didn't they. Fortunately this time she'd planned a bit in advance, it was his birthday after all and he really did appreciate attention to detail. "Oh is that so Scott?" She cackled and tilted her head slightly to the left revealing a small metal dot pasted just beneath and behind her ear.

"A moodulator!" Scott gasped. "You're evil Kim."

"Not quite but for now you better do exactly what you're told unless you want to find out what exactly is going on. Now go on up the stairs!" Scott nodded and marched dramatically up the stairs. "You should know that I have made plans for everything hero. I have you for as long as I want you and there is nothing you can do. In fact escape is totally impossible!" She threw here head back and laughed once again. London decided right then that maniacal laughter felt pretty damn good and made a mental note to dress up as a wicked witch for Halloween. 

When the two of them reached her bed room she motioned towards the bed with her gun. "On the bed pretty boy. Cuff yourself to the headboard." Scott glanced over at her then at the bed but she looked like she was serious. She had the hair dryer pointed directly at him anyway and that meant she meant serious business so he cuffed himself to her bed. "That's good pretty boy. That's real good." She purred setting the gun down on her vanity and walking over. 

"What are you going to do to me!" Scott asked. He didn't know what she had in mind for sure but he got a pretty good clue when his captor yanked his pants and boxers off her hips and flung them to the floor. "You know you won't get away with this."

London retrieved a bottle of oil from her dresser and started pouring it up and down the length of Scott's dick. "I won't?" She grinned greasing him with one hand until his cock was glistening. "Are you sure about that?" She unfastened her cargo pants and pulled them down to about mid thigh waving her ass back and forth until he caught sight of the bright red rubber butt plug keeping her stretched open for him. "I think I already have." 

Scott's pulse doubled when he realized what his girlfriend had in mind for him. Scott had a perfect view of London's ass when she pulled the plug free and dropped it on his belly. She poured a fresh coating of oil down over the plump globes of her rump, making sure plenty went on and in her still spread open anus. From there it dripped down onto his belly. "You dirty fiend!" Scott gasped. London's only response was reaching between her legs and guiding his cock into her ass.

London leaned forward gripping Scott's ankles and started slowly pushing down onto his cock. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from squealing. It had been a few years since the last time she'd let a man take her like this. London was happy that she in control right now, later if he was good she'd let him take her. She whimpered at the feeling of being stuffed with his cock and after getting accustomed to being full she slid up until just the tip remained inside her then back down.

The sound of her hips bouncing against his hips was louder than her muffled moans and far louder than Scott's own labored breathing. He'd never been in the position to simply watch his cock vanish into a woman's anus before. Scott strained for a moment against the cuffs forgetting for a moment that he had had no power control anything. "You're gonna make me cum."

"That would be the idea." London replied picking up the pace just slightly. She didn't need to see the look on his face when she could watch his toes curl to know he was just a few more pumps from flooding her bowels with his hot semen. 

Without anything else within in his grasp Scott's fingers clamped down around the head board when he came. "Oh my God. I never thought you'd let me do that." Scott exhaled.

"Let you do what? I didn't let you do anything pretty boy." London rose up off his cock and crawled around to face him wrapping her digits around his still sensitive cock. Her smile grew while he started twitching while she squeezed the last few drops out of his cock onto his belly. "What makes you think you're done Birthday Boy?"

"What are you talking about?" Scott asked happily playing along.

London reached out and grabbed her cell phone. "Hey, Stephanie I've got him all tied up." 

"You wouldn't." Scott's eyes bulged. He'd known his girlfriend and his ex were on good terms and so was he but this wasn't possible.

"Nothing's impossible for a possible."



Birthday Boy



Hmmm...it feels so soft...a light tongue flick across your balls – just enough to cause your cock to start to rise and receive the ministrations of this treat. A light knock at the door rouses you from your slumber and your fantasy. A bit disoriented initially, you look around the unfamiliar room and the realization sets in...it's your birthday. You are at a hotel. A hotel that is hosting a big party for you. The big party is downstairs in the ballroom in a few hours – you arrived at the hotel early to shower and rest up before meeting all your family and friends for the shindig. A second knock snaps you back to reality and you roll out of bed, semi-erect and grab for a cover.

Cinching your robe, a third knock irritates you as you rip the door open – prepared to tear into the invader of your fantasy...and there I am. Speechless looks good at you as you stare, open mouthed at me, the girl you thought was gone forever. Every feeling you've ever had towards me from hatred to annoyance, from frustration to lust is obvious on your face – it's kind of cute. But not wanting to waste time with conversation, I step forward and kiss you...hard. Hard enough to push you out of the hall and far back into your room.

Mmmm...that's what I remember as I feel your tongue invade my mouth, your soft lips molding against me. I hear an encouraging groan from you as my hands reach up and enter the opening of your robe to start caressing the light smattering of hair that covers your chest. I slowly, very slowly work my way down your chest to your abdomen...all the while we continue to be locked at the lips – almost inhaling each other. I slowly rake my nails across your abdomen while I feel your cock rising up to meet my roaming hands. 

It's not easy, as I am enjoying your fantastic kisses...but I break away...just going back for a few little pecks and a small nibble of that swollen lower lip that I dream about before I start working my way down. I interchange little bites and licks as I work my way down your neck encouraged by the moaning in my ear. As I lick across your collarbone I can't help but realize that I am soaking wet...just the feeling of your hard cock pressed against my lower abdomen has me dripping in anticipation. But today is not about me...it's not my birthday.

I really want to spend more time...much more time licking your entire torso but I feel desperate to get my mouth on your throbbing dick. A really unhealthy desperation to gobble it up. I sink to my knees while looking up to make eye contact...seeking permission really. We had flirtatiously texted but you had never been willing to let it go this far...I wanted to make sure my gift was going to be well received. A side smirk was all the encouragement I needed as I slipped open that loose knot keeping your robe closed and leaned forward to lick the small drop of precum glistening on the end of your beautiful cock.

It was my turn to moan now as I licked up and down your shaft, pausing only long enough to suck on your balls briefly – just enough to get a little gasp out of you. As I work my way back up your shaft, I look up to once again lock eyes...your eyes now dilated with clear evidence of desire while you start to bite your delicious lower lip. 

A trickle of spit runs out of my mouth as I hover above...waiting to really dive in. I take a big breath and lower my mouth down until I feel you banging the back of my throat...and then I swallow and work myself down lower. After the requisite time that it takes for me a minute to adjust to having you deep in my throat, I start to slowly bob up and down. Your hands reach down and start to gather my hair...I feel you gently using it to hold me as you start to fuck my face faster. Tears well up in the sides of my eyes as I struggle for breathe, but with a little focus I take you even deeper. 

I want to swallow your cum. I am licking around your shaft as you piston into my mouth...I am frantic to get you to release. And then...it's over. I feel a sharp tug of my hair as you rip me off your cock. I am on my knees, reaching desperately for it...like a child who's had candy ripped from their hands. I want, no, I need it back. I look up at you with a pleading expression...what I see almost frightens me.

Your desire has taken on that same primal need as mine. Tender but firmly you wrench to a standing position and spin me around. You grab my hips and bend me over – I place me hands against the window for balance as I feel you flip my skirt up as you nudge my legs apart. A chuckle breaks the tension as you seem relieved to discover that I elected to abandon my panties for the night. 

I sense you looking at me...it feels a little odd to be gazed at in that way...by you of all people. Although my arousal must be evident, you slide your hand up in between my soaking pussy lips. Even you are shocked by what your have done to me. You slowly work one finger into my vagina – thrilled and further roused by the incredible tightness.  I groan and rock back and forth on your hand, begging for more. With the patience I was surprised to see you possess, you slowly work extra fingers into my snug hole until it is ready to receive your massive cock.

I feel your hand leave my cunt and start to beg for its replacement. But with a shocking amount of restraint, I feel your dick slide up the sides of my lips...getting coated in juices. You rub it against my ass cheeks, my crack...everywhere but where I am begging for it to be. I have totally forgotten that it's your birthday - I overlook your needs and start whimpering for satisfaction from you...

Fuck. I think that's what I screamed when you – finally – thrust up into me. And then you stop...you are paused in me and I wonder why...before I remember something you had typed before. You were convincing me that you weren't a selfish lover...that you would enjoy just feeling yourself in me...sexiest thing you ever wrote...I almost came right then. I see your expression in the window reflection...your eyes are closed, mouth slightly open – you seem to be enjoying the tight, wet warm burrow where you are buried ball-deep. 

I inadvertently started to squeeze me vaginal muscles...encouraging you to start this fuck that has been several years in the making. God it feels amazing – worth the wait. I am grabbing the window, overlooking Seattle and wondering why we waited so long for this when I feel your hands leave me hips and reach up to the top of my button up shirt. Realizing that this is no time to fuss with buttons, you yank my shirt open – buttons flying everywhere. 

I can see my breasts bouncing in the reflection of the window...threatening to spill out over the cups of my bra but not quite making it as you remove the top and toss it aside. Your arms reach around the sides of me and scoop my DD's out of their confinement. I watch as you expertly tease and mash my massive mounds...far more than a handful but you play with a purpose. My moaning is reaching a new level now as you start to hit so many of my senses – your massive dick continues to pound my pussy while I feel you nibbling behind my ears and down my neck and now I feel you alternating between massaging my breasts and tugging on my nipples. 

Stars out the window blur with the ones in my mind as my first orgasm rips through me. It's good that you were holding onto my breasts as I lost my grip on the window when I came hard and would have fell forward. But now I feel cool on my tits. It seems in my brief period of unawareness you have repositioned us. I am now pressed up against the window...my boobs are flattened against the glass – anyone on the street looking up would have had quite the show. You have grabbed my hair again and yanked my head back so you can devour my neck – I turn to give you little kisses between gasping for breath. 

My legs are still spread apart to enjoy the intermittent sensation of being filled to capacity before you withdraw and make me yearn for that fullness. While your left hand keeps a hold of my hair, I feel your right hand reach around and head straight for my clit. You rub, fondle and tease me...I can hear your hand banging against the window and know that anyone watching would be able to see this whole show. But I don't care – I can't care at this point - can barely think at all. 

I have never heard you cum. I don't know the sounds you make before the big release...but when I feel you swelling impossibly large inside of me...I know it's time. I let go to the control that I was barely maintaining as I feel you pump gallons into me. I am splayed out, flat against the window as you hold my hips and thrust the last few times into my stretched pussy. Our legs give out and we both collapse onto the floor. 

It takes a few minutes to regain myself...but once I can function again - I tuck my breasts back in the bra, flip my skirt down and grab one of your sweatshirts to wear back to the airport. I turn and look at you lying there...panting and covered in a mixture of sweat and my juices...looking as exhausted as I felt. I did have to stop and smirk at the state of affairs – while almost adversarial in "real" life – physically we fused seamlessly.

I pause for a minute...torn between leaving for my flight and starting on the long list of other things I want to do with your body. God – there are so many other things I desire to do to you...so many naughty positions...so many showers to explore. But in know now is not the time...I lean over to a gloriously naked you...kiss you very softly and whisper "happy birthday" before I disappear out the door.



Birthday Breakfast



I awoke in the morning to find myself alone in bed, and rolled over and pulled the warm flannel sheets up over my head. Closing my eyes again, I tried to return to the previous month's vacation in Tokyo. 

Seemingly seconds later, I felt the warm covers being pulled back, and Kathy sliding into bed behind me. She pressed herself tightly against me, her hand draped over me to caress my bare chest. "Are you awake?" she asked, whispering in my ear. 

"I am now." 

"Good, because breakfast is on the table already." 

A few minutes later, we descended the staircase. Typically, the person who wakes up first makes the morning coffee, but I did not smell the tasty brew. Nor did I smell eggs, waffles, toast, sausages, or any other standard breakfast fare. But, despite my questions, I remained silent, allowing Kathy to lead me by the hand through the living room to the dining room. 

...where a young Oriental woman lay on the table. Thick padlocked leather cuffs surrounded her ankles and wrists, with heavy black ropes securing each cuff to a table leg. Her sex was completely shaved, just the way I preferred. Her fingernails and toenails were painted a musky pink. Her nipples were pierces with small silver rings. Her lips were parted slightly and painted thickly in the same odd color as her nails. Her long reddish hair was cast about her head in an appealing circular formation. The black leather blindfold robber her of her sight, and strangely made her even more appealing. 

I paused in the doorway, drinking in the beautiful vision before me. Kathy stood at my side, holding my hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. 

"Happy birthday, sweetie," she whispered, then lifted my hand to her lips. 

"This is for me?" I asked, stunned beyond belief. My eyes never left the bound beauty, noting the subtle rise and fall of her chest, accented by the rings in her nipples. 

"She's all yours," my fiancée confirmed. "Her name is Hanako, a third-year student at the college, born in southern Japan and moved to Illinois with her family when she was just barely three years old. I've had a few classes with her and discovered that she has long fantasized about this very situation. So, here is one of your birthday presents: a slave for a day." 

My mind reeled with the possibilities. Kathy and I occasionally enjoyed some bondage play, but never had we played with a third person, even though we had long fantasized about such a situation. I moved my gaze down Hanako's body to her bare sex, noticing the trickle of moisture seeping from her, and my mouth watered. 

"I have already instructed her to address you as Master, as I do when you dominate me." 

I pulled Kathy close and we shared a bear hug. I was a little embarrassed by my growing erection pressing into my fiancée's lower belly. But Kathy giggled; "I see you like your birthday gift," she whispered. 

"I definitely do," I agreed softly, "but one thing would make it even better." 

"Should I cover her with whip cream and chocolate syrup?" 

"Actually, I was thinking that two slaves would be even better today." 

"Yes, Master." Kathy stepped out of my grasp and quickly removed her pajamas and panties. Once fully nude, she knelt before me, looking up at me with love and devotion. 

"Undress me." She complied quickly, and knelt before me once again. "Go to the basement and get the new whip." 

"Yes, Master." My young fiancée rose to her feet and left the dining room. Once she was gone, I approached the bound Asian student, slowly strolling around the dining room table until I stood by her head. 

"Konnichiwa, Hanako-chan," I said softly, promptly hitting the end of my knowledge of Japanese, evoking a smile from the willing captive. I reached out to her face, gently caressing her cheek. She turned her face into my hand, attempting to maximize the amount of physical contact. Hanako sighed softly, the gentle fall of her chest subtly attracting my attention. Bending down, I kissed her soft lips, and was treated to a feast of strawberry-kiwi taste, and I had to fight with all my willpower to keep from drowning in the lipstick version of one of my favorite drinks. 

Clearly, Hanako's lipstick was Kathy's doing. I made a mental note to truly reward my fiancée later in the day. 

Moving to the other end of the table, I positioned myself between the Japanese woman's legs. Stroking her inner thighs, my tongue reached out to her junction, gathering her sweet wetness and eliciting a soft sound of delight from her upper lips. 

I ate my breakfast, taking my fill of sweet young Asian, savoring the taste and the sounds of my exotic meal. 

And when I finished the morning feast and stood once again, Kathy awaited with several napkins to clean my face for me. 

"You should try some," I said with a smile. "I never knew an Asian coed could taste so good." 

Once in position, Kathy sampled her classmate, and made a soft sound of delight. 

It would be her last such sound for a while. I retrieved the whip her where it lay on a nearby table. The black leather was heavy, a little work from previous use, and still carried its intoxicating scent. And while Kathy ate her breakfast, I pummeled her shapely buns, whipping her harder if she stopped eating her breakfast, enjoying the combined yet vastly different squeals of these two young beauties and feeling that I must be the luckiest person alive. 

When I at last felt Kathy could take no more, I moved to the side of the table and repeatedly applied the whip to Hanako's heaving chest. Her pain-tinged cries were exquisite, her struggles futile yet mesmerizing. Using our vastly different methods, Kathy and I made the newcomer howl and scream, and I wished that I could have an audio recording of this action. 

The dual assault of the Japanese beauty finally ended. I set the whip aside and pulled Kathy to me. Together, we savored the sweet taste of Hanako as we listened to the soft, satisfied moans drifting up from the table. 

"Happy birthday, Master," Kathy whispered between kisses. 

Happy birthday, indeed! And it was only about 9AM! 



Birthday Breaking



I had no idea what my girlfriend had planned for me that day - and if I did, I'd probably still have gone along with it. My birthday wasn't that special an occasion for me. I had no family and having recently moved, I'd no real friends in the city.

But Gen was determined to give me a time to remember, and said she'd arranged a small gathering with her friends coming along. I have to admit, she had some beautiful friends and so it was hard not to look forward to being the centre of attention.

When I arrived at her house, I realised she'd made a real effort for me. The party wasn't for hours and yet there she was, dressed to the nines. Her tight black dress ended just below her stocking tops - and as she sat I could see the deep lace bands stretched taught by suspenders. We went into the kitchen, where she opened a bottle of wine. The rest of the afternoon flew by as we chatted and laughed. I didn't realise just how much wine I'd drunk until the doorbell went and Gen announced Kerstin and Claire had arrived.

Both were dressed almost identically to Gen - figure-hugging black dresses, black stockings and high heels. I laughed about being the odd one out in jeans and a t-shirt, my usual casual scruffy attire, when Gen suggested there was a way of fixing the problem.

Kerstin and Claire howled with laughter when Gen suggested the three women dress me the same way. I blushed deeply as they discussed it, screeching with laughter.

"Come on," said Gen, "There's only us three here - why not? It'll be fun!"

She was standing very close to me, with her legs brushing mine as she spoke, and I recognised the hungry, horny look in her eyes. The thought of putting me into a dress was turning her on. And the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on.

Gen led me to her bedroom, with the other two women following behind, giggling.

"Strip!" commanded Gen, and I looked at her, my cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

"Come on girls," she laughed, and I was suddenly seized by Kerstin and Claire, "She's a little bit shy!"

Three sets of hands grasped me firmly and started undressing me. I allowed myself to be de-clothed, and soon stood naked in front of the cackling trio. Worse than my nudity, however, was my cock, which had sprung to attention under their ministrations.

"He's enjoying this!" shouted Kerstin, and Claire started to laugh again.

"It's because we've found ourselves a secret sissy!" yelled out Gen. The shame lit up my face like Christmas.

Kerstin and Claire tumbled me onto the bed, and with a stern warning not to go anywhere, Gen vanished into her large walk-in wardrobe. When she emerged, she threw a handful of clothing to her two accomplices.

A tight black stretchy dress, a deep black satin and lace garter belt, matching knickers and bra with red bows on, and skyscraper high heels with platform soles. I blushed furiously now, and my erection bobbed and twitched as each item was held in front of me for my inspection. As Claire passed me the stockings, I suddenly couldn't speak.

"Ooooh, you like stockings, don't you baby?" asked Gen, softly caressing my rigid pole. Claire started wrapping the garter belt around my waist and Kerstin drew the bra up my arms and onto my chest. The fabric stretched across my skin, and its cool touch only added to the furious heat I could feel in my face - and my cock.

"Put your stockings on lover," Gen encouraged.

It was a real struggle to begin with, but they showed me what to do and I pointed my toes, rolling the stockings in my hands. As the silky garments rolled up my legs, my arousal grew. I found myself submitting to them, totally in their power. I was a cross-dressing pervert, obviously turned on by the humiliating scene that was unfolding, and was now wearing a bra, suspender belt and stockings in front of three beautiful brunettes.

It was Gen who picked up the knickers and knelt at my feet. My cock bounced and weaved in front of her face as I felt her breath on my length. She tapped my ankle to signal me and I raised first one foot, then the other as she drew the fabric onto my legs. As she slid the satin creation up and over my stockings, the sensation was delicious. She made sure I enjoyed it by rubbing her hands over my silky legs.

As she settled the knickers into place, she softly stroked by buttocks through the thin material and gave my cock head a light kiss. My knees almost buckled as the pleasure coursed through me, and I noticed the three girls were breathing more deeply now.

The dress was pulled over my head and gently moved into place, tightly hugging my body contours. Claire and Kerstin ran their hands over me, smoothing out the wrinkles and driving me mad with lust as they touched sensitive areas of skin through the clingy fabric.

Gen, meanwhile, busied herself slipping my stocking feet into the wickedly high patent leather shoes. As I sat on the bed, I put my feet flat on the floor and felt how the heels and platform forced my calves upwards, drawing the stockings across my skin.

"Close your eyes, lover," Kerstin whispered in my ear, and I obeyed meekly. The lack of vision made me concentrate on the sensuous feelings coursing across my lingerie-clad body. Someone started to apply makeup onto my face, and I could hear jangling noises in the room. It took about ten minutes to complete my look, and I felt a long wig being placed onto my head.

"You can open your eyes now," breathed Kerstin. I did so - to be greeted by the sight of the three women standing in a row in front of me. All three had huge bulges under their dresses.

"Stand up and let's get a good look at you," said Gen before I could voice my curiosity about the lumps distending their dresses.

Standing there trembling in the heels, dress and sexy underwear, a cloud of feminised shame enveloped me, and I found myself blushing yet again.

"Do you have any idea just how sexy you look, my little girly boy?" asked Gen, and I shook my head. I was mute with humiliation, which was only exacerbated by my obvious arousal. My cock tented my knickers and dress.

Kerstin put her slim hands on my shoulders and gazed into my eyes.

"God, we love having you like this, sissyboy. We're going to have some fun with you now."

Behind me, Claire stepped closer and began rubbing her tits against my back as she fondled my arse. Her fingers wandered over my cheeks, stroking and pressing against them, igniting tiny fires of delight.

"I think someone loves being our boy-bitch," Gen breathed. Her hands reached down to the hem of her dress, and she raised the skirt slowly.

My mouth fell open as a large black strapon cock popped into view. It was long and think, and I trembled as I wondered what she had in store for me. Behind me, Claire ground her crotch against my arse and I could feel an unyielding length slip between my buttocks. Kerstin stepped closer and kissed me deeply, our lipsticks rubbing together as she too ground her crotch against my cock. I could feel her strapon nudging against my throbbing cock.

The three women moved me backwards towards the bed, all the while stroking me, softly touching and teasing me as they drove me wild with need. As they pushed me onto the covers, I felt totally emasculated, like a young women totally out of her depth and about to make love for the first time. I could never have imagined how sexy I felt with my legs encased in stockings, heels that stretched my arches, the suspenders taught against my thighs. It all felt so unreal.

"We want you to do something for us," said Gen, "And I think you'll enjoy it as much as us."

Claire and Kerstin moved onto the bed with me, kneeling on either side of me as Gen approached. She spread my legs and pulled until my arse was hanging over the edge. In the meantime, her two accomplices started stroking their fake cocks. They shuffled forward, presenting the plastic pleasers to me just inches from my face.

"We want to see you suck our cocks," said Kerstin.

"And make sure you get some lipstick on them," said Claire, "That's so fucking hot."

As their poles wavered in front of me, I leaned forward and kissed first one and then the other gently.

"Suck it like a sissy boy bitch would," said Gen.

But Claire couldn't wait. She pushed forward, thrusting her cock at my lips. I gave it a few tentative licks and without warning she suddenly pushed against my lips and plunged the tip into my mouth.

As she did so, Kerstin gasped and I closed my eyes to suck it. The sound of ragged breathing in the room gave away just how horny the three women were. Claire began moaning as she slid the strapon in and out past my lips.

"Oh, you're a very good girl," Gen told me as she started running her fingertips over my stocking clad thighs.

"She's loving it," Kerstin said. I felt the bed shift as she moved in, and as I opened my eyes to see what she was up to I was confronted by her cock.

Gen lifted my dress, parading my enormous erection. I didn't think it was possible, but I was lifted to a new level of shame. Here I was, lying on my back on a bed, dressed in lacy black lingerie, sucking two fake dicks for three nymphomaniacs who controlled my arousal. And I was turned on by it, by the length that rubbed over my lips, by the rustling underwear rubbing my sensitive skin, by the heavy breathing of the women I was servicing.

The stroking on my thighs moved inwards until Gen's soft slender ringers found my hardness and a single fingernail stroked down from the tip to my balls.

I looked up to see all three women smiling warmly, approval in their eyes as they teased me. Kerstin was toying with her nipples through the thin material of her dress, while Claire's hand was rubbing her clitoris underneath the dildo.

Kerstin pushed forward and her cock slid into my mouth as Claire's saliva-soaked toy brushed across my cheek. I worked the new member, and began to relax and give myself over to the pleasure. I didn't care how I looked any more, or what anybody would say if they could see me in my feminised state. Claire moved and leaned forward to kiss my face gently, moving across to nibble my ear and neck. I moaned and writhed at the delightful feelings she was sparking in me, and I felt Gen's hands move up to my waist. 

As the ridges of Kerstin's cock ran past my red lips I saw all three exchange knowing smiles.

"I think you're ready for me now, hun," Gen said softly, as she pushed my dress upwards, exposing my stocking tops, then my knickers, and then my suspender belt.

"Keep sucking my cock, sissy boy," Kerstin said as she slid the plastic member over my lips and tongue.

"You're such a good sissy bitch," said Gen, "I'm going to enjoy this almost as much as I know you will."

Her thumbs hooked the waistband of my black knickers and slid them down slowly, exposing my blood-filled cock which pointed firmly upwards. She pulled the lacy garment down past my trembling knees and left them hooked on my ankles. She stooped and moved in between my legs, which I bent around her slender waist.

As I lay on my back, I felt so vulnerable - my arse hung off the end of the bed, my stockings rubbing against Gen's dress as I awaited my inevitable fucking. Kerstin and Claire were doing their best to drive me insane with their soft stroking, kissing and nibbling. My body felt as though tiny explosions of pleasure erupted each time I felt their lips on my skin or their fingers traced the contours of the slutty underwear.

"I want you to breathe with me," instructed Gen as she began breathing languorously, "God, you look so cute and feminine for me - just perfect for your first shag. Feel how good those stockings are on your legs, and how the suspenders feel against you. Now spread your legs for me."

I followed her instruction. What else could I do? The two other women grabbed my arms and held them over my head, increasing my sense of helplessness as Gen moved closer with her cock.

"Relax, honey, and trust me." 

I felt her finger as it rubbed the outside of my sphincter, smearing cool lubricant onto it. I flinched, but tried to relax as she moved the tip around to spread the gel.

"Here I come, sissy," she said, and I suddenly felt the tip of her strapon pop through my tight ring. I groaned at the intrusion, and my cock bobbed wildly. As the length slid into me, I moaned loudly: a long drawn-out "oooh" of pleasure and pain and submission and delight. My face was red hot with humiliation as Kerstin and Claire watched Gen push her fake dick as far as it would go into my arse.

"It's Ok, little sissy boy," Claire said quietly into my ear, "We won't tell anyone you love a good fucking from women. It'll be our sexy secret."

Kerstin whispered into my other ear.

"We know you love this, slut, and we'll be making sure you get your fill of cock from now on. We'll take it in turns to fuck you in frilly lingerie. And we'll come as hard as you do... watching you taking your girlfriend's cock is turning me on so much.

As Gen's tool forced its way deeper inside me, I opened my legs to welcome it and clenched my internal muscles around it.

"Relax, sissy, and I'll take your virginity with the fuck of a lifetime. You're going cum so fucking hard while I ride you, girly. Just put those beautiful legs over my shoulders"

As I shifted position for her, Gen bottomed out inside me. My prostate was suddenly assaulted by sharp bursts of pleasure as her member found my secret spot. I whimpered as she smiled. She knew full well what I was feeling by the look on my face.

"Move for us, hun, I know you're enjoying it," Kerstin breathed. I started to buck slowly against Gen's groin, driving the instrument of my feminised torture back and forth. I was utterly humiliated as I drew enjoyment from the fetishistic scenario. I looked into Gen's eyes, where the fire of her lust raged.

My cock was dripping with pre-cum and as it ran down my shaft, Gen's fingers rubbed it around and down onto my balls. Her cock began to dictate to my body, forcing me to move and grind and wriggle against it. My feminine thrusts and soft moans, along with the deep breaths of my three lovers filled the room. 

"Please - " I gasped, but it was too late to beg them for mercy. They had me now, and I was their plaything to be fucked and abused to orgasm. My whole being was alive with the sensory overload. Warm erotic fingers swept my stocking clad legs, and I arched my feet - clenching my toes inside my heels. The suspenders on my thighs tugged at my stockings, creating a fantastic melange of feeling.

Gen reached forward and gently wrapped her smooth, long fingers around my cock. I could barely stand it as she sawed her cock into me in a gentle but insistent rhythm. Each time her hips touched my bottom, she ground the dildo around inside me, lifting me to an almost unimaginable plateau of pleasure.

Claire and Kerstin, meanwhile, had tugged my dress up over my bra and were both suckling and kissing my nipples through their lace covering. Their hands held my wrists as I bucked and mewled, and their other hands rubbed my sides, almost tickling as they slid their palms over me. They were matching my moans in volume as they lay next to me, grinding their crotches against my upper thighs.

Gen's hand steadily urged me towards my climax, and the movement of her cock inside me did nothing to prevent it. I writhed and groaned - and suddenly every muscle in my body snapped taut. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, washing me away in its breathtaking sensation. I spurted my hot seed over Gens hand, and it spilled over and onto my groin.

Both Kerstin and Claire were obscenely wet, and I felt the heat of their genitals rubbing against me as they softly cried out, caught in the throes of their own peaks.

As I panted for breath, Gen slowed her fucking, and my body slowly stopped quaking. As I lay there gasping for breath, I wondered what the trio had in store for me on my next birthday. Surely nothing could top the experience they'd just given me!



Birthday Cabin, Day 01



Day 1

Friday

Lianne looks out the window of her husband's truck as it drives along the freeway. The landscape has slowly changed from the towering skyscrapers of the city they lived in to rows of large houses in the suburbs surrounding, into fields as they drive through farmland, and now finally into dense woods and far-off mountains. The couple is headed to a cabin by a lake that he has rented for her birthday, promising her a week of romantic relaxation.

She was a statuesque redhead with full lips, pale skin, wide hips, long legs, a fantastic large ass, and natural H-cup breasts that caused eyes to widen and jaws to drop when first seen. At 6 feet 5 inches tall, she towered over almost everyone she met, at least until she had met him. Her olive-skinned husband, Michael, was a few inches taller than she was at 6 foot 8, and his broad shoulders and thick arms as well as his chiseled physique had immediately drawn her eye. The day she had asked him out in college was what he considered to be the luckiest day in his life, and after several years of dating he had asked her to marry him, and she had accepted. That was a little over eight years ago now.

The couple had always had a full and active sexual relationship, their regular encounters keeping the floor of her dorm awake until he had to be banned from visiting, the neighbors in their first apartment finally complaining to the superintendent, and then at last a nice (well insulated) condo where her loud moaning and cries of pleasure bothered no one.

Lately however, Michael had been busier than usual with work. The pair had an open relationship and so she had managed to get sexual satisfaction with a few of her male friends, but it wasn't the same. She missed her husband's touch. And so, with her birthday coming up, he had managed to get a week off from work and rented a nice remote cabin so they could rekindle their physical relationship.

At least, that was the story as she thought it. While he had indeed been busy lately, he had been planning this trip for quite some time. He had gone around to all his friends, some from both their workplaces, some from college, and some from his gym- inviting them all up for this week. Many had been too busy, but in the end ten of them had agreed and taken time off as well, and were now already at the cabin waiting for the couple to arrive.

The truck exits the freeway and starts down a long road, eventually entering a small town. The house he had rented was at the edge of this town, on the shore of the large lake nearby. When they are about five minutes out he slows and turns to look over at her, grinning slightly before reaching back and grabbing a blindfold he had set in the back seat.

Her eyebrow raises when he holds it out for her to take, and she does so, but looks quizzically at him without putting it on. "What's this for?" She asks. A soft chuckle comes from him as he looks forward again, continuing down the road. "Just put it on. I want your first look at the house and its view to be perfect, not from inside the truck." In actuality his wish to have her wear the blindfold was so that she would not see the many cars and trucks he knew were parked outside, wanting the group of men waiting for them inside to be a complete surprise.

She gives a slight shrug and chuckles as she shakes her head, but does as he asks and pulls the blindfold on, now blind to the world. The truck continues on for a few minutes then she feels it pull onto some gravel before coming to a halt, the key turning and the engine shutting off. "We're here. Wait there and i'll come around to help you out."

She nods when she hears the deep voice to her left, hearing him undo his seatbelt and open the truck door to get out, then hearing it slam and the muffled sound of his shoes crunching on the gravel underfoot as he walks around to her side. When the door opens she reaches her hand out, his larger hand quickly taking hers and helping to hold her steady as she shifts out of her seat and steps down onto the ground.

He keeps hold of her hand and stands behind her, his other hand on her shoulder as he guides her along. She hears him give her an occasional direction, soon warning her about some steps leading up to the front porch. Her feet touch the wood without difficulty and soon he steps around her to unlock the front door and push it open.

Her vision still completely dark, she stands awkwardly for a few moments while she waits for him. It wasn't long before her hand was grasped again and she was led forward, feeling warm air around her that indicated she was now inside, out of the cool autumn afternoon.

"Can I look yet?" She asks, starting to get slightly irritated with this gimmick and his secrecy. "Almost", she hears from her right. Her brow knits slightly as she frowns, the position the voice of her husband had come from sounding slightly further away than seemed right for how close the figure still leading her was. She doesn't have time to voice her concern or think more on it, though, as she is turned around and her shoulder gently pushed on to have her take a seat, feeling a comfortable cushion underneath her.

The figure that had led her to the couch steps away, and a moment later she hears her husband's voice again. "Alright, you can take that off now." She does so right away, glad to be rid of it, but immediately after removing the blindfold and opening her eyes her jaw drops as she sees the sight in front of her. Her husband was there, sure, a wide grin on his face as he beamed down at her. But so were ten other men. Men she all knew well, some more intimately than others. And they were all completely naked, their cocks all fully hard and throbbing gently.

She stays silent for several moments, trying to comprehend what was going on, until she looks at her husband again and sees him in the process of undressing as well. "You..." she whispers. "You planned all this... you sneaky bastard." A wide smile comes to her face then, her gaze moving down from his face to his massive cock as it springs free of his jeans.

All the men laugh then, glad to see she approved of the situation. Almost as one they move forward, reaching out to help her stand and starting to tug on her clothing. Her husband stands back and watches as she is undressed, always happy to see her enjoy and be enjoyed by other men. Several of their friends here now had had her previously, the couple having often swapped partners over the years- Lianne getting fucked by the husbands while Michael fucks the wives, all together on the same bed.

This time was different, though. This time she was the only woman in the house, and all these men only had eyes for her, for this entire week. "I know you've been frustrated lately", Michael said. "This is my way of apologizing for how distant i've been. I'm just lucky I have so many friends willing to help me out."

The men had gotten her fully undressed now, their hands roaming over her curvy body. Her massive breasts are squeezed and tugged on gently, her ass is groped, hands rubbing up and down her legs and squeezing her thighs. Soon enough a hand slips between her legs and fingers brush against her bare pussy, causing a soft gasp to escape her lips.

"Ahh... you're... quite forgiven. This must have been a bear to organize..." She breathes harder as the group of men continue their ministrations, her chest rising and falling as her pleasure slowly rises. "Oh, it wasn't so bad." A voice from behind her comes, and she recognizes it as belonging to Ralph, one of Michael's friends from college. "We were all happy to help. Our wives understood, as well. We've actually done this for a few of them previously, and they loved the idea of letting you experience it." Soft chuckles and murmurs of agreement come from the other men, all of them having been encouraged to come by their significant others.

Her left wrist is grasped gently and a thick cock pushed into her fingers, the same soon happening with her right hand. She squeezes the hard lengths gently and begins pumping back and forth, biting her lip and half-closing her eyes as she feels fingers slip inside her pussy and begin rubbing. "I'll... ooohh... have to thank them, then. I can't believe they kept this secret from me..." She laughs softly then lets out another moan as the hand slips out from between her legs. Her shoulders are grasped gently and she is moved back onto the couch, pushed back against the cushions and her legs spread wide.

The two men whose cocks she was still stroking stood to either side of her, but the rest form a queue directly in front of her spread legs. First in line was her husband, his massive, well-muscled form just as gorgeous to her now as it had been the first time she saw him like this. He moves forward and grasps her left leg at the back of her knee, raising it up slightly while his other hand holds his enormous cock, pushing the tip against her bare pussy.

She breathes even harder as he holds still, every bit of her body aching to feel him inside her. Her gaze is locked on his huge shaft, the tip being gently rubbed in circles against her but not yet pushing inside. Just as she opens her mouth to protest he pushes forward, her eyes widening and her head arching back as she feels him stretching her wide open. A loud moan of pleasure escapes her lips, filling the living room, the first of many for this long trip.

Michael has soon crammed his entire length inside her and as he leans forward her body trembles underneath him, her breasts squashing against his chest. His head leans in to kiss her, and just before his lips meet hers he whispers softly. "I love you, babe. Happy birthday." He then locks his lips with her own and begins thrusting in and out of her tight folds.

Her memory of these first few hours is foggy from this point on. Her husband continues in this way for several minutes, but he well knows this week will be a marathon and not a sprint. As such he pulls out of her well before he reaches his peak, giving the next man in line a go. So it continues in this way, the group of friends each taking their turn with her, but none cumming just yet. The men in her grasp are swapped out every so often, and as they continue the house is filled with her loud moans and cries of pleasure. Her body shudders every few minutes as she cums hard again and again, sweat starting to glisten on her bare skin.

The men chat and laugh with one another as time passes, each one almost as happy to be spending this time relaxing with their buddies as they were to be fucking the redheaded goddess currently writhing in pleasure on the couch. Beers are cracked open and conversation continues, the line up in front of her becoming more casual now as they pass the two hour mark. The week was not planned out entirely in detail, but Michael had had two requests of them.

The first was that for this first day, none of them would cum. This was her birthday, after all, and he wanted her to get as much pleasure as she could from each and every one of them before they reached their own. There were enough men that this was not an issue, the guys able to pull out of her when they neared their limit then having more than enough time to relax and recover before their turn came up again.

The second was that, for the entire week, every single resting moment of the day had to see one or more cocks inside his wife. They would of course give her time to use the restroom and eat, and after she fell asleep they would leave her alone until the next morning. Aside from those times, however, the goal was to have her filled up and enjoying every moment. When she took a shower she would have two of them in there with her, sandwiching her between them. When she went to bed in the evening her holes would be pounded until she fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. Then, in the morning, immediately after she woke up she would be welcomed to a new day by having the sheets pulled off and a hard cock pushed back inside her tight pussy.

All of this was unknown to Lianne, who was now sprawled out on the floor, her eyes rolled back and a steady groan of pleasure escaping her lips as she cums yet again. The man inside her grins down as he sees this, his hands grasping her slim waist tightly while he continues thrusting hard. He was Jonathan, one of Michael's coworkers and the youngest of their group. Lianne had been unofficially considered to be the hottest of the wives amongst this large circle of friends, and each and every one of them loved how reactive she was during sex. As her moans die down again he straightens up and pulls out of her, her legs trembling as she recovers. "Hey Alan, Steve, come over here. We don't want her to get too desensitized to things. She should enjoy this as much as we're able to give."

The two men who had been called out glance up and grin, standing and moving over to the woman. They knew well what was meant, and so Steve lays down on the couch while Alan gently helps her up, moving her over and having her lay back on Steve's chest. What happened next would pierce the fog she had been in, and she would remember this moment of the week quite clearly.

As Alan climbs onto the couch and spreads her legs apart, Steve grasps his cock and begins cramming it into her ass. Her eyes open wide and she yelps loudly, her volume rising even higher as Alan pushes his cock into her completely soaked pussy. The two men give her just a few moments to adjust then start thrusting steadily, alternating their movements so she was always as full as possible.

At this moment Michael was in the kitchen beginning the process of making dinner for everyone, the couple having arrived somewhat late in the afternoon and then several more hours having passed by this point. When he hears his wife's distinctive cries of pleasure get cut off he laughs softly and heads out to check on things, knowing well what he was likely to find.

Sure enough, when he reaches the living room he can barely see her past Alan and Steve pounding into her pussy and ass, Jonathan standing at her head and pumping his cock in and out of her stretched lips. "Damn, guys. I thought we were going to take it slow to start with. She'll pass out before dinner at this rate." He moves forward and taps Jonathan on the shoulder, smiling at the younger man. "Go keep an eye on dinner, could you? Thanks." Jonathan nods and pulls his cock free of Lianne's lips, her distinctive moans immediately returning in full force. Michael squats down by his wife and smiles at her, his hand brushing over her long, dark red hair as he looks into her eyes. "How you doing, baby? The boys treating you well?"

Lianne was indeed doing quite well. She had never before in her life cum so hard or so frequently, and there was no end in sight. She had long since lost track of how many times she had cum or how long each man had spent fucking her, and it took every bit of her concentration to focus on her husband kneeling down next to her now. A weak smile comes to her lips and she nods slightly, Alan and Steve not letting up at all in their constant hammering into her pussy and ass. "I'm... fantastic, hun. This is... oh god... the best present you've ever given me..." Her eyes then close and she bites her lip hard, yet another orgasm quickly approaching.

When Michael sees this he grins widely, then leans in and kisses her gently on the forehead. "Well, don't fight the pleasure. Just lay back and enjoy yourself. I'm getting dinner ready now, your favorite. That'll give you a little bit of a break, get your energy back." He then straightens up and nods at the two men currently fucking his wife before turning and returning to the kitchen.

Dinner came as promised, her husband giving them a 5 minute warning that the food was about ready. Alan and Steve had neared their limits and pulled out of her a while ago, tagging in Greg from Michael's gym and Alexander from Lianne's work. When the warning is given these two had her pinned between them on the couch still, but quickly pulled out and helped her stand to bring her over to the nearby restroom. Her legs wobble slightly but she is mostly able to stand and move under her own power, thanking the two and squeezing their arms gently before stepping into the restroom and shutting the door.

Her eyes close and she lets out a deep breath, leaning against the door as she recovers. Marathon sex was nothing new for her, she and her husband had often spent entire weekends at it when they were first dating. The sheer number of men here, however, was something completely new to her. Knowing that they would soon come looking for her she straightens up from the door and moves over to the sink, starting the water running and looking at herself in the mirror. Her long hair was somewhat of a mess, lipstick smeared from a few of the men pushing their cocks past her lips. The sweat that had glistened on her body during the long afternoon was drying somewhat, and aside from these things she looked relatively normal. She did find it odd that none of the men had cum inside or on her yet, having heard nothing of her husbands rules for the week, but shrugs slightly as she dismisses the thought. The water was now warm and she leans over to wash her face, then clean up the rest of her body as best as she was able.

When she finishes she looks around for any clothing she could put on, but sees nothing. She gives a slight nod of acknowledgment, it seemed that this week would have her spend most of it completely naked, which was fine with her. After checking herself over one last time she exits the restroom, seeing several of the men waiting outside for her. They grin when they spot her, but since dinner was ready they simply lead her to the dining room.

It wasn't anything fancy. While Michael was undoubtedly the better cook of the couple his repertoire was still somewhat limited. She appreciated the effort, however, and took a seat at the head of the large table, her husband directly across from her. When everyone was seated the large man stands and raises a glass, smiling as everyone turns their attention to him. "I just want to thank you all for being here. Lianne is the most perfect, amazing woman I have ever met, and I thank my lucky stars every day that she has agreed to spend her life with me. Happy birthday, babe. This week is for you." He then inclines his head slightly and takes a sip of his drink, the other men murmuring their agreement and drinking from their own glasses before starting to eat.

A wide smile is on Lianne's face and moisture glistens at the corners of her eyes, simply staring across at the amazing man she had married. At that moment she wanted nothing more than to leap across the table and ravish him, even despite the long afternoon she had just endured, but instead simply blows him a kiss and lowers her head to start eating. She did not know until just that moment how hungry she was and the dinner passes happily, the men all chatting amongst themselves while they and the birthday girl refuel to get their energy back.

When she finishes her second plate she leans back in her chair and sighs happily, her hands resting on her legs. Most of the other men had finished before her, and when her husband sees that she has finished he gives a slight nod to them. Ralph and Alan were the two men closest to her, and they both stand and move up to her, grasping her arms gently and tugging her to her feet. She blinks a few times and looks back and forth between them, surprised to see things resume so quickly. "We're starting again already?" The men chuckle and her husband nods, having gotten to his feet as well and moved around the table to join her. "Like I said, this is your week, babe. We'll be making sure you're filled up as much as possible." She is then led back into the living room, this time sat down on a large chair against the wall. True to the men's word, Ralph moves up to her and grasps her legs, spreading them apart widely before stuffing his cock inside her pussy and starting to thrust away.




Birthday Cabin, Day 02



Saturday

Lianne was having one of the deepest sleeps of her life. It was a sleep almost too deep for her to have any dreams, but due to how overstimulated and sex-focused her brain had been the previous day those few dreams she did have were intensely erotic. Her body was making the most of this rest time to recover from the exhausting marathon of sex she had endured the previous afternoon and evening, but it seemed even sleep wasn't enough to get her brain off the subject.

The blinds were drawn in the large bedroom so no beams of light would fall across her face to wake her up, but even those could not keep the overall light level in the room from rising with the morning sun. Her back arches slightly and she stretches her arms as she begins to stir, her body shifting under the warm covers. A few seconds after she starts to wake up the bed shifts as the form on the other side of the bed moves. Immediately after that the sheets are pulled off of her to reveal her naked body, then her legs are spread widely apart and the thick tip of a huge cock begins rubbing against her bare pussy. It rubs up and down several times before starting to slip inside her, the thick shaft stretching her wider and wider.

Her back arches more and she lets out a soft moan, her fingers grasping at the sheets. "Ohhhh Michael..." Her husband often greeted her this way in the morning, though he usually gave her a bit more time to collect herself and wake up. She hears a soft chuckle and then a voice that is distinctly not her husband's. "Sorry, Li. It's just me, Jin. I appreciate the compliment, though."

Lianne's eyes snap open and she looks up, seeing the figure of the large korean man kneeling between her legs, more than half of his enormous cock buried inside her by now. Just then her memories of the previous day come rushing back, spotty as they were. The cabin, the surprise of her husband's friends all waiting for her, the almost nonstop seven hours of sex they had given her before she had passed out in this very bed.

Another shuddering groan escapes her lips as she rests back against the bed again, Jin now having pushed every inch of his huge cock inside her, the man holding still for a few moments. It was little surprise she had confused him for her husband in her sleep-fogged state, the man was a personal trailer at the gym Michael frequented and it showed. Both his large, well-muscled build and his massive cock were second only to her husband's among all the men gathered at the cabin.

"Ohhh god, Jin. Did you... mmh... have to start so soon?" She was starting to doubt her ability to endure this event her husband had set up. Sure she had sampled each of the men's cocks previously, often many times, but this was several orders of magnitude more intense. The large man grins and gives a slight nod. "Mike said to let you rest and recover as much as you needed, but that I should start as soon as you woke. We drew straws last night, and I was the lucky one who got to greet you this morning." His large hands then grip her legs tightly at the back of her knees, holding them up and widely apart while he starts to thrust in and out of her tight pussy.

He continues, speaking over the steadily rising sound of her moans and cries of pleasure. "Mike will be getting brunch ready pretty soon. You slept in a bit, it's a little past 10am." A soft grunt comes from him, his pleasure rising as well as he pistons his huge length faster and faster into her. "I'll let you use the restroom then take a shower after this, though i'll be joining you for the shower part." His grin widens then, looking down at the gorgeous woman he was fucking and quite looking forward to seeing her body glistening with water. Lianne's massive breasts bounce back and forth each time Jin slams into her, his hips slapping against her skin and her fingers grasping the sheets even more tightly.

Lianne was barely able to absorb his words, the feeling of his huge cock filling her up was sending her pleasure higher and higher, a fact that was somewhat distracting. After a few more hard thrusts the man leans over her more and wraps his arms around her, pinning her tightly under his large body. Her breasts squash against his thick chest as he begins pistoning even harder into her, and this was enough to push her over the edge. Her eyes widen and she lets out a loud cry, her pussy clamping even more tightly around his thick length as her first orgasm of the day floods through her.

When he feels her body start to tremble in his grasp he pushes every inch of his cock inside her then holds still, letting her ride out her orgasm. Her pussy was so tight around his cock he knew he would quickly cum as well if he kept thrusting, and intended to save that for the shower that would happen momentarily.

She tightens her arms around his back, fingers clawing at him as she continues to shudder, her loud moans filling the bedroom and very likely quite audible in hallway and nearby rooms as well. The large man pinning her to the bed continues to hold still inside her until her orgasm dies down and then for a little longer after that, letting her catch her breath. He then straightens up and smiles down at her before slowly pulling his thick length from her pussy and standing up from the bed. "Go ahead and use the restroom. I'll be out here, but as soon as I hear the shower start i'm coming to join you." She gives a slight nod, smiling back at him as he grins down at her, then slides her legs off the side of the bed and stands up as well. 

Once her business has been taken care of she takes a moment to look at herself in the large mirror. A slight smirk comes to her face as she looks herself over. It was strange, she thought. She didn't look like a woman who had been fucked for hours just the previous day. Her dark red hair was slightly disheveled, but then it usually was first thing in the morning. She turns to the side and grasps her breasts, her fingers pressing into her flesh as she hefts them slightly. The men had all been focused on her pleasure the previous day so none had fucked her tits. She knew they all loved the feel of them, though, so was quite certain they would end up indulging themselves over the next week. Figuring she couldn't put it off any longer, she lets out a gentle sigh and releases her breasts, the massive, heavy orbs settling to their natural positions.

Jin was true to his word: the moment she turned on the water in the large shower stall the bathroom door opened and he stepped inside, still completely naked with his huge cock fully hard. He wasn't the only one, however. Just behind him was Greg, who smiled at her and gave a little wave. "Good morning, Lianne. I was still in my room next door and I heard you through the wall, thought i'd come by and help out." She gives him a slight smile back and nods, Jin having already moved around behind her and lifted her up to set her in the shower before climbing in after. It had been her hope that things would progress somewhat slowly this morning, but as Greg follows in after she knew that wasn't going to happen. If her husband had been here as well she would be dealing with the three largest cocks in the house.

Jin and Greg waste no time, the large man behind her grasping her ass and spreading her cheeks apart before starting to cram his huge length inside. The slightly shorter man in front of her kneels down slightly and angles his cock upwards, then straightens and gradually begins to push into her still-soaked pussy. Her eyes roll up and her head arches back against Jin's shoulder, her loud groans echoing in the tiled bathroom. The two men continue pushing inside her until they fill her completely, her feet ending up a few inches off the ground as they hold her pinned between their bodies. 

The important work done, Jin reaches behind him and pulls the knob to turn the shower on, warm water immediately starting to spray down onto the three occupants. Normally Lianne took relatively quick showers, but this one was anything but as the two men took their time with her. After spending many long minutes bouncing her between them Greg pulls out and steps back, letting Jin lower her feet back to the floor of the tub before bending her over. Greg's cock then finds a new home in her mouth, and the two steadily piston into her as they wash her back and hair. Once they are satisfied with her cleanliness Greg pulls out one last time and gives Jin room to straighten her up before carefully lowering down to lay at the bottom of the tub. Jin's cock remains buried in her ass this entire time, and she ends up laying on top of him, Greg pushing her legs apart and cramming his length back into her pussy at the first opportunity. In this position they wash her legs and the front of her body, paying particular attention to her breasts as they soap up her skin and squeeze the massive orbs tightly.

When they finally finish cleaning her the two are able to focus entirely on fucking her brains out, and so they do. Her gasps and moans, which had been constant during this whole procedure except for when Greg had been thrusting into her mouth, increase in volume and intensity as they start to hammer into her as hard as they can. Several more minutes pass and she cums yet again, this time her orgasm pushing the two men over the edge as well, her holes squeezing even more tightly around their cocks. They groan in unison as they unload, their massive lengths throbbing inside her as they fill her up with their hot seed. 

As she gasps for breath Greg pulls out of her and stands, climbing out of the shower first so he can dry off. Jin's hands roam over her breasts as they wait, his thick fingers squeezing and massaging her wet skin. Once he was dry Greg helps them out of the shower, Jin staying true to Michael's rule and keeping his still-hard cock buried inside Lianne the entire time. Jin holds her in his arms to keep her upright, her legs wobbling slightly due to how hard she had cum. After Greg dries her hair, legs and chest with a towel he crams his cock back into her pussy so that Jin can pull out and dry off her back. It was past 11 by the time this entire shower procedure ended, and as Greg carries her out into the hallway and down the stairs she can smell brunch cooking.

It wasn't ready yet when she and the two men she had been with join the others, and so for the next few minutes she is passed around from man to man as they all give her a good morning greeting. When the food is finally ready she is carried over to the table and sat down in the same chair she had occupied the previous day. As her food is set down in front of her she feels gladder than she ever has been before to see a good breakfast. Not only did it look delicious, but it also meant that for the short time while everyone was eating she didn't have a cock thrusting inside her and was able to relax.

Naturally this couldn't last, and when she finished up her last bite, set her fork down, and emptied her glass of juice she was immediately lifted up and carried back into the living room. They set her down on the floor, on top of some cushions the men had laid out before she came down this morning. The men then proceed to fuck her one at a time, each one pistoning into her tight pussy. Some pull out before they finish and some fill her up with their thick loads, but every time one slips out of her another pushes in a second later. 

Her body shakes and trembles, cumming again and again as the endless train continues. Her breasts bounce above her, occasionally one of the men coming over to give them a good squeeze and massage, tweaking her nipples gently. All of them knew how sensitive she was in that area and enjoyed hearing her heightened cries of arousal at their ministrations.

At around two hours past when brunch had ended, though she had long since lost track of the time herself, the men change her position again. She is lifted up and lowered onto a man already laying on the couch, his cock pushing easily into her pussy. Another comes up behind her to push into her ass, and the two men start right in to bouncing her between them.

If the guys had any sort of order they were going in Lianne couldn't tell. One minute Ralph was under her bouncing her on her lap, the next he had been replaced by Jonathan, the young man happily playing with her breasts while he thrust upwards. Just as she had gotten used to her husband's distinctively massive cock slamming into her ass he would pull out and Vincent's smaller but no less stimulating length would take its place.

This continues well into the early evening, her position occasionally changing but the men never letting up in their relentless pursuit of giving her as many orgasms as they were able. From her perspective they were succeeding magnificently. Her throat is slightly hoarse from all the moaning she was doing and her legs are numb, sweat coating her body. They had given her a short break to use the restroom, but as she was washing her hands they opened the door and proceeded to continue fucking her right there on the tiled floor. 

She is still there when her husband calls everyone for dinner, the cool tiles under her back having long since warmed up from her body heat. The man inside her wraps his arms around her back and lifts her up, still bouncing her on his cock as he carries her back to the dining room. She is slightly more subdued during dinner than she had been during brunch, having just been fucked almost nonstop during that stretch between meals, a period of time nearly as long as the entirety of all the sex she had had yesterday.. If the men notice this they give no sign, and once again as soon as she finishes she finds herself lifted up and carried, this time upstairs. 

Apparently the men wanted to break in the beds they were staying on, and so for the next four hours she is fucked on bed after bed, the men going one, two, or three at a time, not seeming to care whose bed they were fucking her on. After having done almost two and a half circuits of the bedrooms she ends up in the room Jin and Greg are sharing, though it was currently Steve on top of her and plowing as hard as he could into her well-used pussy. He lets out a happy grunt as he cums, holding himself deep inside her, his cock throbbing as he unloads. The man had quite lost track of how many times this made today. He'd have to bring up the suggestion of starting a tally for everyone tomorrow. After giving a gentle sigh he pulls out of her and slips off the bed, Greg climbing up after. 

Just before he pushes his cock inside her, however, a hand grips his arm and he looks over to see Michel standing by him and shaking his head. When her husband nods towards her Greg looks up to her face and nods as well, letting out a heavy sigh. "Ah well. Thought i'd get one last go in before this happened. There's always tomorrow, though." Lianne had passed out sometime during Steve's last session with her, her chest rising and falling slowly with each breath as she sleeps deeply, a wide smile on her face. Her skin is completely coated with the men's cum, on her legs, stomach, breasts, arms, and face. Thick cum spills from her pussy and ass and her inner thighs are completely soaked in her juices.

Michael and a couple of the others grin down as they look over this sight, enjoying their handiwork. They figure they shouldn't leave her like this, however, so they carry her back to her bedroom and into the bathroom, wetting some towels and wiping her clean then drying her off. During this entire process she remains unconscious, though she lets out occasional soft moans as they clean her chest. Once they finish she is returned to her bed and the covers pulled over her. Her husband is the last to leave and as he turns off the light he glances at the clock on the bedside table. 10:39. This meant that not counting breaks she had endured over 11 hours of fucking that day. "That's my girl." He whispers with a wide grin. "Rest up, tomorrow's another busy day." He then shuts the door and heads downstairs to share a celebratory drink with his buddies, leaving his wife slumbering comfortably upstairs.



Birthday Cabin, Day 03



Sunday

Lianne's eyes flutter open and she bites her lip, having been jolted awake by one of the intensely erotic dreams that had filled both her nights here in the cabin. Her chest rises and falls steadily as she catches her breath, looking up at the ceiling in the dim light of the pre-morning. Her head turns and she looks over at the other side of the bed, the shape slumbering next to her turned away from her so she couldn't be sure who it was. It was unlikely to be either Jin or her husband, the former having been chosen to stay with her the previous night, and the latter having kept himself out of the random drawing to choose who would stay with her to greet her in the morning.

She looks over at the clock on the bedside table, the time just before 6am. Her tongue flicks across her lips and she looks over at the shape beside her, the man likely to start the day's activities right away should she wake him. As much as she had enjoyed herself so far she wasn't certain she wished to add four hours onto the amount of time the men had spent with her the previous day. After watching the man for a few moments to make sure he was still asleep she slowly raises herself up, the sheets slipping off of her to reveal her heavy, bare breasts. She gingerly turns and slips her long legs out from under the covers and off the edge of the bed, resting her feet on the floor and slowly standing. Her head turns and she looks back at the form still laying under the covers on the bed, his breathing indicating her movements had not roused him.

Her movements remain slow and steady as she makes her way across the floor to the bathroom, the sturdy construction as well as the carpeted floors keeping any creaking from occurring, but she wanted to be careful even so. After stepping into the side room and quietly shutting the door behind her she flips on the light, her eyes squinting for a few moments as they adjust, then a slight smirk coming to her face as she looks herself over in the mirror.

With how much the men had worked her over the previous day she was surprised at how little indication of the men's activities showed on her body, having been asleep when they had cleaned her up the previous night. Her pussy was damp and her thighs were soaked with her juices, but that was from the dreams that had flooded through her slumbering brain. After fixing her hair somewhat and looking herself over, hefting her heavy breasts in her hands and turning back and forth to look at herself with a critical eye, she flips the light off and quietly opens the door once more.

Seeing the man still asleep in the bed she slowly makes her way to the door leading to the hallway and slips outside, heading to the stairs and tiptoeing her way down to the ground floor. The large windows in the living room keep the place well-lit during the day, and even now in the pre-dawn it was easy to see the shapes laying on the couches and arrayed on the mattresses that filled the space. Since the cabin had only three bedrooms most of the men were sleeping in here, and as she stands at the entrance to the room and looks them over a wide smile comes to her face. 

Just knowing that they had all come here for the week just for her made her feel wonderful, even above the amount of pleasure they had already given her. She bites her lip gingerly as she considers waking them all up and getting things started, but soon remembers the rather early time and shakes her head, instead turning and heading to the kitchen to get herself a drink of water.

Quite refreshed, she heads back upstairs and into her bedroom, starting to head towards her side of the bed before pausing and looking over at the sleeping figure. After a moment she makes her way around the bed and looks down at him, a wide grin coming to her face as she recognizes him. Her tongue flicks across her lips as her gaze drifts down Vincent's body to the large bulge in the sheets, the young man's incredibly thick cock having stretched her wide open numerous times over the last two days, but she had yet to have it in her mouth. After glancing at the clock again she sighs gently and shrugs to herself, figuring she may as well start things on her own terms.

She kneels down beside the bed and slowly pulls the sheets up, revealing Vincent's slim and toned body then the massive shaft of his half-hard cock. Her hand reaches out and she brushes her fingers along the length, stroking the warm shaft for a few moments before giving it a gentle squeeze and starting to pump up and down. She feels it thicken in his grasp as she strokes her hand up and down, glancing up to his face occasionally as she hears soft grunts and moans come from him in his sleep.

Once his thick cock is fully hard she leans in and slowly drags her tongue against the tip, swirling it in circles several times before dragging it down the shaft. She repeats this several times, her breasts squashing against the side of the bed as she bobs back and forth, Vincent's cock quickly becoming coated with her saliva. After leaning her head back and licking her lips she looks down at the rock hard length, considering it for a few moments before taking a deep breath and letting it out, leaning in once more.

Her lips brush against the tip of his cock, then she opens her mouth and starts to push the length inside, her lips stretching wider and wider around the massive shaft. Her eyes close and she starts to suck gently once the tip is inside her mouth, her tongue pressing tightly up against the shaft. After she pushes forward a few more inches she feels fingers grip her hair and tug her forward more, her eyes flicking over and meeting Vincent's, a wide grin on his face as he looks down at her. "Goddamn, Mrs. M... couldn't wait to get started, huh?"

She smiles back at him around her thick mouthful and shrugs slightly, the young man having been her subordinate at work for too long for him to be comfortable using her first name, even in a setting such as this one. As his fingers tighten in her dark red hair she starts to suck a bit harder, his grip tugging her forward more and more until half his length is buried inside her mouth, her lips stretched tightly around the shaft. Her eyes close again and she drags her tongue quickly back and forth against the throbbing length, the young man starting to bob her head up and down slowly.

After a few minutes she hears him sigh heavily and release his hold on her hair, her eyes flicking over to look at him once more. She sees him shake his head then hears him chuckle softly before he starts to shift his position, reaching down to grip her slim waist. "Michael would kill me if he saw me letting you do this... we're supposed to be here for you. Hell if i'm going to stop you... but let's try this as well." He then tugs her up and pulls her onto the bed, turning to lay back onto the mattress with her body on top of him, her breasts squashing against his stomach.

His huge cock had remained buried inside her mouth through this entire process, and after the momentary surprise she smiles around her mouthful and resumes bobbing her head up and down the length once more. His hands rub gently up and down her back and sides, then move to grip her big ass tightly before he leans up and drags his tongue against her bare pussy. Her eyes close and she moans around her thick mouthful, shifting slightly on top of him and pushing herself back more against his face.

Her head bobs faster as he returns the pleasure she had been giving him, his tongue dragging around her soaked pussy then slipping inside, flicking back and forth before brushing against her clit. She breathes harder, her muffled moaning growing in volume as her pleasure rises quickly, her body having become incredibly sensitive after how much the men had put her through in such a short time. After just a few minutes her fingers tighten on the sheets and she trembles in Vincent's grasp, her juices coating his face as he continues eating her out while her orgasm floods through her.

His tongue drags against her a few more times as she catches her breath, but she soon feels him shifting underneath her and sliding her body off of him. His fingers brush through her hair as he smiles down at her, her lips still stretched widely around his incredibly thick cock. "As much as i'd love to fill your mouth, I just love your pussy too much... I hope you don't mind." He then pulls her head up until her lips slip off of his cock, then releases her hair and moves around behind her while she licks her lips clean.

She turns her head and watches him, feeling him grip her hips and tug her up slightly until she was on her knees in front of him, her upper body still resting on the mattress. "Sure... as long as you give me a taste sometime today." She then bites her lip as she feels the tip of his cock brush against her soaked pussy, his fingers tightening on her large ass as he holds her still. After grinning widely at her he nods, then tugs her back at the same time he thrusts forward, quickly cramming every inch of his cock inside her.

Her eyes open wide and she lets out a loud moan of pleasure, Vincent's thick cock stretching her incredibly wide, his hips pressed against her skin as he holds himself still for several long moments. Her head lowers to rest on her arms and she gasps for breath, slowly adjusting to his size. When he starts to pull back she flicks her tongue across her lips, then when he slams forward again she lets out another loud groan.

This continues for several minutes until he is pounding quickly into her stretched pussy, her ass jiggling in his tight grasp and her body rocking back and forth on the bed in front of him. As her moans and cries of pleasure grow louder and more frequent the door to the bedroom soon opens and several men step inside, her husband's familiar bulk in the lead. As one man climbs up onto the bed and rubs his hard cock against her face she smiles up at him then flicks her tongue against the thick tip. Her lips stretch widely around the thick shaft as her mouth is quickly filled, her eyes shutting tightly and her body trembling with pleasure as another orgasm floods through her from Vincent's cock hammering into her nonstop.

As her orgasm dies down she glances over to the side, seeing the clock sitting on the bedside table. She sighs heavily before returning her focus to the thick cock stretching her lips wide, another man climbing onto the bed next to her and obscuring her view of the table and the clock on top of it, the readout just then ticking up to 6:47am.

Each man takes his turn with her, the bed creaking underneath her and her loud groans and cries of pleasure filling the room on the rare occasions her mouth was left free. Whether from eagerness to finish after the previous night's sudden ending or from normal morning enthusiasm the men all quickly fill her up, dumping their loads into her pussy, ass, and mouth. There are enough of them, however, that by the time the last one finishes the first one is ready again, the men easily slipping into the same cycle they had kept up almost nonstop the previous two days. 

She quickly loses track of time as the group works her over, one moment being pinned between two guys in the shower, the next laying back on a couch with her feet bouncing in the air as one of the men slams into her. Her brain remains somewhat fogged during breakfast, but as lunch approaches she starts to adjust somewhat and get into the rhythm of things, laughing and chatting with the men as they switch in and out, though still becoming incoherent each time they give her an amazing orgasm.

After lunch is over she feels her husband's familiarly massive cock slip inside her, his thick arms wrapped around her, holding her up as he stands and bounces her easily again and again. Her eyes close and she smiles happily, feeling his lips brush against her neck while he trails kisses along her skin. When he eventually buries himself completely inside her and unloads, grunting into her ear, she whispers her thanks to him, barely able to articulate how much this trip meant to her. He leans his head back and smiles into her eyes. "Of course, hun. You know i'd do anything for you." He then kisses her deeply, his tongue pushing past her lips.

She kisses him back, but is quickly distracted when a new pair of hands rest on her slim waist and a cock pushes into her ass. Her husband continues kissing her for a few seconds then steps back, pulling himself out of her soaked pussy and leaving her in the hands of the man now bouncing her up and down, the moment over. Another man moves up and takes his place between her spread legs, filling her pussy up and starting to thrust in time with the man buried in her ass.

So it goes for the rest of the day, her mind a complete fog by the time dinner comes around, the men somehow becoming even more intense and exuberant the later it gets. In the evening they keep her in the same room instead of passing her around, none of the men wishing to be next in line when she inevitably passes out from a pleasurable exhaustion. As such they keep going at her two at a time, her incoherent groans of pleasure audible throughout the entire cabin, her voice hoarse from just how much moaning she had been doing over the past few days.

The men's stamina seems limitless, and their constant pounding keeps her well awake despite her exhaustion. It is well past midnight when Michael finally pats Steve on the shoulder, the man currently the one pistoning in and out of her soaked pussy. "I think that's good for today, guys. We shouldn't keep her up any longer, she's still got a long ways to go." Steve smiles at his buddy and nods, giving the man's wife a few more hard thrusts before unloading inside her then pulling out. Alexander, the man currently underneath her and buried inside her ass, had already cum a few minutes earlier and so helped lift her up off of him, laying her down next to him before standing.

Michael thanks the men and escorts them out of the room, then shuts the door and turns the overhead light off before moving back to the bed to join his wife. Lianne smiles weakly up at him in the dim light, sighing happily and raising her hand up to brush her hair out of her face. "Mmmh... I could have taken them... for longer..." He chuckles and climbs in bed with her, maneuvering himself behind her then grasping his huge cock and gently slipping it inside her. She lets out a soft gasp then sighs happily again, feeling him push every inch into her then hold still, simply keeping his length buried deep inside as he wraps his arms around her.

Her husband's thick arms holding her gently combined with his gentle rocking and the familiar feeling of his cock filling her up soon lulls Lianne to sleep, the woman more exhausted than she had let on. He stays like this for quite a while, until he is certain she is deeply asleep, then carefully releases her and slips himself free. The men had been sure to clean her up occasionally throughout the day, but even so her body was quite a mess, glistening with sweat with her inner thighs soaked with her juices and the men's cum. He smiles down at the woman, looking even more beautiful to him now than she had when they first met, then shuts off the bedside lamp before quietly making his way out of the room to leave her to her rest.



Birthday Cake



Regina could feel her body tingle with excitement as she lay in her bubble bath. Today was Todd's birthday and she was planning to surprise him.

Having been married for 3 years now, things weren't as intense as they first were, especially their lovemaking. Todd, a software engineer sometimes came back from work sometimes as late as 10pm. He was terribly exhausted and in a grouchy mood. He would just gobble his dinner and immediately hit the bed. 

Tonight she was planning to revive his passion with a nice candle light dinner, some fine wine, and a birthday cake. But the main attraction would be her. She was going to wear a low cut blouse that showed the perfect cleavage that Todd liked so much. All matched with a silky black skirt and a pair of stiletto heel of the same color. Only a light touch of makeup will come highlight her lovely features. 

In a way, she was hoping that Todd would not pay too much attention to these things, and instead carry her to their bed, rip her clothes off, and savagely pleasure her. But if he was too tired and not in the mood, she was counting on the romantic dinner and her sexy attire to work their magic and get Todd to make love to her until satiated.

All these naughty thoughts were sending tingles of excitement coursing down her body. Her hand wandered to rub her pussy and got her softly moaning with pleasure. The other hand reached up to cup her breast as she toyed with the delightfully erect nipple. She could feel her pussy getting wet as her fingers slowly circled her clit. Oh the feeling was so nice, she thought. She contemplated the idea of getting herself off to take some of the edge off while another part of her told her she ought to get out of the bath and get things ready for her planned evening. 

As she lingered in the bath not making a decision, she put one finger inside her soaking wet pussy. A shudder passed through her body. It was getting pretty tough to get away from such pleasure. Another finger soon joined the first as squishing noises filled the bathroom. She curved her 2 fingers rubbing the ceiling of her vagina as she increased the pace of her fingering motion. She had become quite adept at the art of masturbation and had learned how to stimulate her g-spot to please herself when Todd couldn't. Her breathing had become quite shallow as the fingers furiously continued their dance. All too soon, she felt that familiar feeling building in her loins. The first time she learned how to massage her g-spot, she thought she was going to pee and almost panicked. Now that she had become familiar with it, she let the wave build inside her, and started slapping her pussy releasing a torrent of juice that mixed with the water in the bath. Her body shook with the intensity of her orgasm and it was a few minutes before she could get on her feet again to put on her sexy attire.

9pm and still no sign of Todd... The last 2 hours that Regina had passed waiting for him had only served to exacerbate her tension. She felt on the brink of tears as the excitement and sexual frustration of the last few weeks came hitting down on her. "God, why did he have to be so busy" she thought to herself, one again her tears threatening to burst.

After a few minutes, Regina was able to get a hold of herself. "If Todd is not here to fuck me, then I guess I'll have to make do with what I got" she told herself. Her eyes caught a hold of the bottle of "Chateau Laffite" lay on the table and soon a wicked thought crossed her mind. She grabbed the bottle of wine and carefully examined it. The head was perfect for what she had in mind.

She opened her smooth milky thighs and reached down to pull her thong panties aside. Her clit was peeking obscenely from under its hood as she felt heat spreading through out her cunt. She gave the head of the bottle a few licks to get it wet and placed it at the entrance of her pussy reveling in the chills that the cold glass was sending coursing through her body. She slowly pushed the head inside feeling very wicked and naughty at was she was doing. 

Soon she was able to take more of the bottle in as she started to pickup the pace of her fucking. She didn't know if it was the novelty of the act or the pent up excitement of the last few weeks, but she was feeling herself getting very aroused, waves of excitement rippling through her body with each thrust. 

She took the bottle out of her pussy and set it standing on the couch. Holding with both arms, she slowly lowered herself unto it as if she was riding a cock. She started bouncing up the bottle with earnest as her weight was pushing deeper down on the bottle. 

She thought of Todd who still hadn't come home and the thought filled her with anger. She picked up the pace and started fucking the bottle as fast as she could take without pain. She was feeling a massive orgasm building so she reverted to the old position on the couch and started jamming the bottle into her pussy like mad. Soon she let out a scream as her hips arched off the couch and her pussy muscles contracted around the bottle. 

She could feel her juices overflowing her pussy and dripping on the couch as the orgasm took a long time to wear off. She took the bottle out of her pussy and held it to her mouth. She felt especially naughty as she cleaned off her delectable juices off the glass.

She stood up, took off her blouse and tossed away her drenched panties. She hadn't worn any bra since that was the way Todd liked to be around the house. She just stood there contemplating the birthday cake that lay on the low table. "If he's not going to enjoy it, I might as well take pleasure from it myself".

She spread her legs on each side of the small table and positioned her lovely ass right over the cake. With one swift motion, she sat herself on it feeling the whipped cream spread on her ass and thighs. She could feel it get into her pussy as she ground herself against the cake or what was left of it. She rubbed it deep into her pussy and ass and even took some cream and smeared it over her heavy breasts. 

"I am glad you left me some cake" shot a voice behind her. God, it was Tom! How long had he been there.



Birthday Cake



"Have you given any thought to what you want to do for your birthday this year?" He dropped it in casually, on the daily ride to the gym. Honestly, I hadn't really given it much thought, other than to realize that I was in no way pleased about the prospect of this birthday; maybe for the first time in my life, it held little or no excitement. This is it, I thought. This is when it turns around, and birthdays become something to dread. This is me, getting old.

"No, not really," though, was the short answer.

"Well, do you want to have a party of some kind? I know a lot of your friends have moved this year, but you know my family would be more than happy to put something together for you."

Oh, gods. They would, I knew, put together a celebration that was theoretically about me and to which I would somehow still feel peripheral. Well intentioned? Sure. Just, no. So, no gathering of my close friends. No family deal. And, given that I was turning thirty-four, not twenty-four, the idea of hosting a big free-for-all, the kind of party you have when your friends have mostly moved away and you need to meet new people, just sounded sad and made me feel even older, not better. Not to mention, having been to my sister's thirtieth birthday bash in Las Vegas only a few months before, the memory of the two-day hangover was still fresh enough to make me sure those days were pretty much behind me. 

So, what to do? Leo's a sweet guy, and he wants to make me happy. What do I want? If I could really have it, what would it be? "Give me a few days? I'll think about it, really."

"Okay, babe, but don't think too long, or I'm going to let my mom loose on you. We can do whatever you want, but if you can't come up with something for yourself, I'll do it. Or my mom and sister will do it, but you're not just going to let this one pass by. I, for one, am glad you were born, and we're celebrating."

Because, you know, he wants to make me happy and he's a sweetheart and all, but he's still a bossy fucker. Seriously.

Which got me thinking: man, we haven't scened forever. Time keeps getting eaten up--work, school, recession lay-offs and looking for new work, training for the half-marathon, family obligations, settling my father's estate...it was always something, and it just ate at our time together. It's hard to find the time to get really into a good scene when we're happy and feeling lucky if we have the time and energy to have sex on a regular basis. Just sex. Pure vanilla, hold the sprinkles. 

Sad, really.

Hmm...the first glimmer of a birthday plan was beginning to catch the light. What if we had a private celebration? What if what I wanted wasn't a kid's birthday party, but a very adult and intimate celebration? 

If I could ask for anything, would I have the guts to ask for what I really wanted? That was fast becoming the new question.

I think I made up my mind within about ten minutes of his asking me about it. I didn't manage to bring it up, though, not for three days. How can that be? I'm a grown woman, I chastised myself. We've had sex a few thousand times. We've scened plenty. Hell, we've done most of the stuff two people can do to and with each other, barring outside assistance or major labor costs. How could it be so difficult to talk about this? 

Finally, I cheated a bit, and talked to him while he was in the shower. With the smoked-glass door shut, I could talk to him without him seeing my face. Such a scaredy-cat, me. "So, I've been thinking about my birthday. Do you mind if we do something just the two of us? I mean, we can do something with the family and all, but can my present from you be a private thing?"

"Sure..." His cautious voice suggested he was expecting something else, or waiting for another shoe to drop. "Do you have somewhere you want to go? If you want, I can take you for a weekend away. Maybe Santa Barbara? Newport? San Francisco? I need to know soon, though, so I can get the time off and get us set up."

"No, we're fine to stay here. I just want a date." Dammit. I was still avoiding the issue, hemming and hawing. Spit it out, Nina! 

The water shut off, and the sliding door opened. Man. Looking at him still stopped me cold. Actually, he looked better naked than he ever had before. Sure, we'd been together since we were teenagers, but in recent years we'd given up martinis and late-night Mexican food in favor of macrobiotics and marathons. He biked all over the city, too. Tan, lean, tattooed just enough, water dripping off his blonde curls and down his body. Yeah, he looked good.

Wait, what was I saying again?

"Okay...what kind of date?" Oh, yeah, we were talking. 

"Well, what if we had a little dinner out, and came home for a little private time?" Dammit! I will say this! "We haven't had a real, full-on scene in a long time..." So, so lame. But at least it was a start, and the half-smile on his face told me all I really needed to know. 

"So, a scene? I can definitely do that. What are you looking for, exactly. It's your birthday; you can set the terms. Within reason," he added immediately. He never has liked to bottom very often, and when he does it's within very narrow parameters. Sometimes that's a pain, because I've got a mean streak and am just as bossy as he is, but this time it would work out just fine.

"Wax? You know that's my favorite, and I never get it up to ask for it, because it's so labor intensive. But, that's what I want. A good, messy wax scene. You up for it?" Just hearing me talk about it, he was increasingly up for the occasion, and since he'd still not put on any clothes, his eagerness was readily apparent, which made me bolder. Within role, of course.

I took the towel he'd been drying off with from his hands and started patting him down the rest of the way. When I knelt to dry his calves and feet, he looked down at me, eyes full of the look halfway between pleading and command that comes over him whenever my head is within two feet of his cock. "Is that okay? Can I have that as my present?" As I asked this, I let my gaze travel to and stay on his erection, directing the question to it as though it were magnetic. 

We both knew we'd come to terms. It sounded good to both of us. The rest is just negotiation. Foreplay. Oh, the games we play. Just thinking it was getting me worked up. Yeah, it had been too long. We never really managed to stay vanilla; power always crept into our bed. But it had been too long since we'd really played our best games. 

I brought the towel up his legs, turning him toward me so that I now faced his cock, but paid it no direct attention, looking him in the eyes as I dried the skin up the inside of his thigh and then began toweling off his balls, carefully but thoroughly. It wasn't exactly clinical, not quite to that casually detached nurse-y place (a whole other game) but far removed from the timid, almost reverent touch of a young virgin (an oldie but goodie, that particular sport). 

He reached down slowly, his hand gently touching my hair, as if he hadn't yet decided how he wanted the moment to unfold. I slid one hand, wrapped in soft towel, under him, cupping him, and patted his fully-developed erection dry. I dropped the towel, dropped my hands to my sides and looked up at him. His eyes filled with fire as he tucked my hair behind my ear. I put my hands behind my back and clasped them there.

"Yeah, I think I can arrange that. You sure this is what you want, Nina? Be sure, because once we agree, it's what's going to happen. This is your birthday; you should have your fantasy."

"I want this," I said, gazing him directly in the eye, too excited and distracted now to be embarrassed. It was time to go for it. There's that place, that shameless and free place; chase it. "I want this;" letting my eyes drift down to stare directly at the hard cock two feet in front of my face.

"Oh, baby, I love you. I love you so much." The second part drifted off into a murmur or a growl as he cupped the back of my head and pulled me toward him, entering my open and waiting mouth.

Because my actual birthday fell on a Friday this year, we decided to make our usual date night into my private birthday party. The family time would come later, but this night would be for us to play. 

That afternoon when I got home from work, Leo was already home and waiting for me. "Get changed; I'm taking you out for dinner."

"Well, how should I dress? Do I get to know where we're going?"

"Wear whatever you like. I'm just going to be picturing you naked anyway. I thought maybe Solace? We'll go have that butternut squash thing you like so much, get a few drinks."

This sounded great to me. I love food, like going out, and I love our neighborhood. Besides, Solace made great drinks that really sneak up on you. And it went just like that: we went out, had a light dinner and a few drinks and some good conversation. During most of dinner, we never talked directly about our plans, and I hadn't seen anything much at home. Then again, I had only really come in and gone into our room to change, then headed back out. 

The door to the back bedroom had been shut, a fact I didn't really notice until the middle of our dinner conversation. I tried to bring it up, but he stopped me. "Really, Nina. Have a little faith. You're going to love it. Best birthday ever. Now, don't be so eager. Show a little patience."

Naturally, this just made me crazy frustrated, and I wanted to head home, partly because I was eager to play and partly because I just couldn't stand the not knowing anymore. We finished up, had a final drink, and headed home.

When we arrived, Leo sent me off to get prepared. "You: go strip down, put your hair up, and lotion yourself thoroughly. When you're ready for inspection, call out to me and I'll come in." He said nothing of what he would be doing while I prepared, and I knew better than to ask, because there's no way he would tell me. 

I stripped down to nude and caught my long, blonde hair up in a ponytail. I could hear ambiguous sounds from the neighboring room as I moistened my skin with a very potent, hypoallergenic lotion until it was dewy. Then I called out to him. "I'm ready!"

I stood there under the bedroom lights, completely bare and exposed to his eyes. "Turn for me." I spun slowly, letting him examine me from whatever angle he wanted, feeling scrutinized and excited. "Nice. Very nice. You look ready. I'm ready for you in the next room, birthday girl. Are you ready for me?"

"Yes, please," I chirped at him, voice full of anticipation and glee.

"Really? Let's see." He moved to me, spun my naked body tight against him, his jeans pressing into my bare flesh, one hand across my body, holding me to him. The other hand explored my flesh, groping, testing, teasing, sliding into me. "Oh, yes you are ready. Such an eager little slut, aren't you?"

Let's be honest: I wasn't paying attention to what he said. I just agreed. Whatever, man. Let's get this party started.

"Come on, then." He took me by the hand and led me into the back bedroom, a combination office and play space. The carpet was covered in a black tarp, and dozens of candles burned all over the room—tapers, votives, tea lights, religious candles, beeswax, even soy. Everything but those weird gel candles was represented. He'd been busy. 

In the center of the tarp, a large wax melter like the kind they use at spas held easily a half gallon of liquid wax. Just looking at it, smelling the wax in the air, I could feel my pussy leaking, dripping with anticipation.

"Lay down, face down, in the middle. Spread your legs, close your eyes and wait for me."

I did as he directed, and could hear him dropping his clothes, then moving around in ways I could not as easily pin down. Suddenly, he sat down on me, straddling my back. "Pick your head up." I did, and he slid a blindold over my eyes. "Now you don't have to remember to keep your eyes shut." I just accepted this, grateful that he didn't expect me to participate in conversation and seemed to be talking to himself, or maybe for my benefit. 

Just as abruptly as he'd landed on me, he was gone again. The next thing I felt was a hot splash, as he picked up a handful of melted paraffin and washed it across the middle of my back. I let out a moan, which seemed to please him. "Oh, there's my girl. You like that, don't you?" When I didn't immediately respond, he tugged on my ponytail, pulling my head up several inches. "Answer me, slut. Tell me you like it. Ask me to do it again, or I'll just leave you here."

I have no idea what I said. The next bit gets a little grey around the edges. The next clear impression is of biting, stinging droplets, beeswax probably, on the backs of my thighs. I think I screamed. "Okay, come back to me. Come back to me. Focus. You need to pay attention, or you'll miss your birthday cake."

Something about what he said, or how he said it, drew my attention back. It must have, because things get clear again right about the time he said those words. Then again, maybe it was the struggle for air, as I heard him saying these things with his cock buried down my throat, his hand wrapped up in my ponytail, guiding me up and down on him as he knelt by my head. For a reason I've never really understood, it felt amazing, hard and insistent but soft and surprisingly vulnerable. I was, in any case, focused enough to wonder where his other hand was, when he answered my unspoken question by dripping a steady stream of what smelled like prayer votive down my back and shoulder, making me convulse. My shudders and twitches made it all the harder to keep him in my mouth. I wanted to cry out, and pulled back against him, but he had a lock on my head and kept himself buried in my throat, the shaking and struggle making him swell and twitch until he pulled out and left me gasping.

"Such a good girl. Definitely time for your birthday cake." He pulled off my blindfold. "Here, get up on your hands and knees. Okay, now slide this under you." He pulled across a ramp, designed to keep a bottom in the air for paddling. 

Nude and lit only by candles, he knelt near my head. "I want you to count off. If you miss one, then we're done, and you don't get to enjoy your cake. You understand?" I nodded, too caught up to speak. "Answer."

"Yes. Yes, sir."

"Good girl." He picked up a candle, a purple votive with a long wick that had clearly been burning for a while. "And this is?" He held it under his nose, blew it out.

I cried out "One!" as the wax hit my skin, hotter than the paraffin bath and simple paraffin candles that had come before. I could feel the hot trail melting through other layers, digging down toward my skin, the wet heat trickling to a cooler, tacky texture and stopping, hardening on my skin. In a few minutes, it would start wanting to crack.

"Two!" This one was green and smelled like lemongrass. "Three!" was black and burned like mad. He sprayed alcohol on the surface of his canvas. The evaporation cooled the maddening wax fire, but immediately made me crave more. 

I don't know how long this went on, really. There were thirty-four candles, I know that much. I made it all the way through, though I have no idea how. By the time the last one was hitting my skin, he was looking for places where it would make an impression on me. I was far away, though, in the zone.

He decided to pull me back part of the way. "Okay, now up on your hands and knees again." When I was slow to react, he pulled on my ponytail and smacked my ass, hard. "I said up. You've had your cake, now you need your birthday spanking. That's one. Count off."

"Two! Three! Four! *grunt* Five!" Each hand-fall loosened some of the wax, sending whole sheets of it sliding to the floor beneath me, sending the smell of wax and a half dozen scents into the air again. "Six! Seven!" My ass was on fire, but I was away from it, feeling the heat from behind a curtain. My pussy, though, that was full of a fire I couldn't get away from.

"Eight! Nine!" He stopped briefly, sliding a questing finger and then another into my dripping pussy and manipulating me, pressing down and forward, making it impossible to think. 

Just before I would have come, though, he pulled back again and resumed the spanking. "Cat got your tongue?" The next blow was fierce, and I cried out. "Oh, so you can still make noise. Good! Now count off!"

"Ten! Eleven!" We must have reached 34, but really I have no idea. I do know that by the time he finished, I was begging him to fuck me, and it seemed like I had always been begging him, had always been desperate for a fuck, had always been so on fire.

I came the moment he entered me, though really, that's only partly true. In some ways, I had been coming for an hour or more. His cock just gave me a way to focus it. It's hard to explain it any other way, and it falls under the category of things that will make sense to those wired like me, and that no number of words would ever explain to someone whose sexual wiring follows a more conventional design. 

My burning ass was slapping against his skin in the rhythm of his pounding me. And it was a pounding, as he was definitely fired up from all the play time. My skin felt like it must glow in the dark, it was so intensely sensitive. 

He leaned down over my body, pulling me up until we were kneeling together, him behind me and holding me tight, his cock buried in me and deep as he could drive it. "Happy birthday, baby. I love you." He clutched me to him, pulling my head to the side to bite my neck in that sweet spot he knows so well. I twitched and shook, my convulsions pulling him over the edge. His swelling cock and scraping teeth pulled me with him.

Seconds later, we lay on the wax-covered tarp, trying to catch our breath. "Thank you, Leo. Thank you." He smoothed my hair, gently began peeling wax from the areas where it still clung. 

The calming down and cleaning up would take a while, I knew in a dim recess of my mind. Probably it would be best if I helped, or at least got out of the way. But for now, I just wanted to close my eyes for a few minutes. I was so tired, so very tired and happy. It was the best birthday party ever.



Birthday Cake



I quickly turned the corner, not paying attention until I heard the metal on metal collision. 

"Fuck," I swore as I made eye contact with the person who I had literally run into. I looked up just in time to see a specialty cake from the grocery store's bakery topple off of the stack of groceries it was meticulously stacked upon, and onto the floor. 

"Oh God. I am so sorry," I quickly said. "Please tell me that's just a basic cake that has no specific purpose." 

"I could, but it would be a lie," he said as he bent down and picked up the container. The cake was entirely smashed against the plastic lid; there was no way to save it. "I had it special ordered for my wife's fifty-fifth birthday party."

"I'm so sorry," I apologized with full sincerity. "Oh, I know, come with me. I will totally pay for a new cake and I don't care if I have to pay extra to have it rushed."

I quickly turned my cart around, only briefly glancing to make sure that he was following me. I swerved through customers, paying them no mind, focused solely on getting to the bakery counter as fast as I could. Finally I reached the counter, the counter that was decorated and adorned with beautiful cakes aplenty. "I need to get a cake," I said with authority.

"Okay," the young man behind the counter said. I tapped my foot impatiently as the kid, who looked no older than seventeen scoured the area for what I assume was the order forms. "What kinda cake do you want?" Seriously kid, act as thought you at least kind of like your job. Was it really only five years ago that I was his age? 

"I'll make this real easy for you. Look through the orders that got picked up today, find... Oh, I'm sorry, what was your name?" I asked turning my attention from the kid behind the counter to the salt and pepper haired man next to me. 

"Jim," he answered. "The order is under Jim Greene."

"Okay, look through the orders that were picked up today and find Jim Greene's cake. I was that exact cake."

He began flipping through the receipts until he found the correct order. "You want it exactly the same?" I nodded my head in reply. "When do you want to pick it up?"

"As soon as possible. I am trying to replace this cake that is now ruined." As if to prove my point, I picked up the container with the smashed cake and put it on the counter. 

"It will be ready Thursday," he said transferring the information onto a new order form. 

"Whoa whoa whoa Mark," I said reading his nametag. 

"I need that cake like today. It's for a very important lady's birthday party. I'll pay the fee for a rush order or whatever."

"The lady who makes the cakes isn't here," Mark replied. 

"Fuck," I swore out loud. "Is there any way you can help me? I need a cake. Can I have one of these? Which one do you think your wife will like, Jim?" I gestured to the beautifully decorated cakes that were on top of the counter.

"Those aren't real cakes," Mark said softly, almost as though he didn't want me to hear him. 

"They are just Styrofoam with the icing on them."

"Crap. Okay, what do I do, what do I do?" 

"It's okay," Jim dismissed. "I can just go and pick out enough cupcakes for the party. It'll all work out."

"I can't let you do that. I feel so awful. Hey! I just made a cake the other day. I still have all the fondant and everything. How about this? I will make you a replacement cake. However you want it to look, I can make it happen."

"Really, it's okay," he said quickly. "It was an accident."

"I really do feel bad. I am not going to take no for an answer." I guess Jim could tell that I meant business, because he resigned from protesting and shrugged his shoulders in defeat. 

"Perfect. We won't be needing that cake after all Mark. Thanks anyways."

Jim and I quickly made our way to the cash register, and I insisted on paying for his candles and the package of paper plates. On the way out of the store, I gave him basic instructions to get to my apartment, in case we got separated on the drive.

"Vanilla cake or chocolate?" I asked pulling ingredients from the pantry and refrigerator. 

"I had ordered the top and bottom tier to be vanilla, dyed pink, and the middle chocolate. But whatever you have will be more than enough. I don't think it even needs to be that big."

"Oh, nonsense. I am going to get this shit done." I located three square pans from the drawer below the oven and did a slight victory dance when I realized that they were in descending sizes and would work perfectly for the tiered cake. 

"I feel like I should ask your name?" Jim asked, "Since I am sitting at your dining room table and everything."

"That might be a good idea," I said with a laugh. "I'm Audrey."

I dug some food coloring out of the back of a drawer to put into the vanilla mix. As I struggled to remove the lid, the entire top of the bottle flew off, covering the front of my shirt with dye. "Fucking A," I said loudly, pealing my shirt off of my body as I turned the sink on, anxious to prevent the stain from setting. 

I was suddenly reminded that I was not alone in my apartment when I heard a chuckle come from the dining room. "Oops," I giggled as I stood in front of the mixing bowl, clad in a bra and a pair of shorts. While I never would have done that if I was thinking clearly and wasn't in a frazzled state of mind, at that moment, I was more interested in getting the cakes into the oven than covering up. "I'm just going to pretend that I'm at the beach."

"You'll get no complaints from me," Jim replied in a deepened voice.

For some reason, hearing his casual response caused a slight twinge between my legs. I could feel his eyes on me as I feverishly mixed the batter together. Feeling a sense of adventure, I subtly arched my back slightly, causing my chest to rise slightly as I began pouring the smoothed, slightly pink batter into the largest and the smallest pans. 

Grabbing the larger pan, I spun on my heel towards the oven knowing that I needed to get it into the oven first. As I opened the door to the preheated oven, I bent, at the waist, a bit more than necessary, knowing that Jim's eyes would be glued to my ass. After closing the door, I turned back around and began preparing the chocolate cake batter. Occasionally, I ran my hand through my long dark hair, allowing it to cascade down my shoulders. 

"Well Jim, we just have to wait forty-five minutes or so for the cakes to bake, and then allow them to cool a bit, hopefully putting them into the freezer will speed that up, and then I'm a speedy decorator. I'd say we can have you on your merry way in less than three hours."

"Perfect," he replied not getting up from his spot at the table.

"So, since I screwed up your cake, I will let you pick what we do while the replacement ones bake."

I heard Jim mutter something under his breath, a slight smile across his lips, but couldn't quite make out what he said. I looked questioningly at him, with a raised eyebrow, and saw his smile grow just a bit. With my hand on my hip, I grabbed the corner of my lip between my teeth and continued to wait for his suggestion. 

"You really shouldn't start things you have no intention of finishing," he said as he pushed himself up off of his chair and faced towards the living room. I couldn't help but notice that the front of his trousers seemed to be fitting a bit snug. 

"I always follow through," I said casually as I confidently walked through the dining room and towards the open living room area. "It's a character trait I've always had."

"Oh really?" Jim asked as he sat down next to me on the couch. Once again, the way I could practically feel his eyes roaming over my body as I reached forward for the television remote caused another tingle between my legs. 

"Mhm," I mumbled as my fingers wrapped around the remote control.

"Fuck this" Jim said suddenly. Before I knew what was happening, the remote control was ripped out of my hand and tossed somewhere across the room and body was pulled towards Jim's. His lips pressed hard into mine, his tongue dragging along the slit between my lips. I happily obliged and granted his tongue entrance to my mouth. He pressed my body harder against mine, my bare skin against his shirt, until I started to lean backwards. I moaned in pleasure, as I felt his weight on top of me. 

One of his hands tangled in my hair as our tongues continued to battle for control within the confines of our mouths. I felt the other hand, pressing against the cushion and reaching under my body. He expertly unclasped my bra and I helped him pull the straps off my shoulders and tossed the garment to the side. My nipples immediately hardened, much to Jim's enjoyment. His lips pulled from mine and before I could let out a whimper of dissatisfaction, I felt his lips close around my hardened nipple. His tongue danced across the sensitive bud of my left breast while his fingers tweeked at the right. 

After spending a few moments on each of my nipples, which was heavenly, his lips pulled away and began suckling kisses down the center of my stomach. When he got to my belly button, his tongue dipped in, which his fingers fumbled with the button on my shorts. Gripping both my shorts and the waistband of my underwear, Jim pulled the material down my legs and tossed it to the side somewhere. I felt his breath fan across my center and chills ran up my spine. 

Jim placed a soft kiss right at the top of my pussy slit, causing my fingers of my left hand to thread themselves through his hair. Slowly, he trailed kisses down my smooth pussy and just as I was about to sigh in frustration, I felt his tongue press into me and lick all the way up. 

Using his fingers to spread my pussy open, his tongue moved slowly but deliberately through my folds. Slowly his lips closed around my clit and he sucked softly. "Fuck," I moaned as I felt his tongue lapping at my clit from within the suction of his mouth. Taking that as an invitation, I felt Jim ease a finger into my pussy, the wetness acting as a lubricant. 

"I need you," I said before breaking off in a moan as he added a second finger into my pussy. "I need you. Inside of me."

"My finger is inside of you," he said releasing my clit from his mouth. He returned to short hard licks against my pussy. 

"Your cock. I need you to fucking fuck me."

"Someone is eager," Jim replied. I felt his fingers pull out of my pussy and replace themselves on my clit. While he moved his fingers quickly back and forth, he entered me with his tongue. 

"Oh God," I moaned in pleasure. 

"Mmm," I heard him moan against my skin, the vibrations causing goose bumps to prickle on my arms.

"Just put your cock into my pussy! I need a cock inside of me," I practically begged. "If you don't think you can handle that, I have a pretty realistic looking toy in my bedroom that I can use."

"No way, Baby," Jim responded. 

"Well then follow me to my bed room and fuck me."

I used my arms to push Jim off of me and stood up, smiling at the slight wet spot on the couch from where my pussy had been. I walked towards my bedroom, and I swear I was so wet some of it ran down my leg.

Jim dropped his pants at the doorway as I jumped onto the bed, collapsing on top of the blankets. I scooted back a bit until my head was propped up by the pillows. For the first time, I was able to see Jim's cock, as he maneuvered his way on the bed. Almost as if it was a reflex, my mouth watered at the long hard cock that was within my grasp. 

I dipped a few fingers into my pussy, coating them with wetness, before extending my arm towards the thick cock in front of me. With the wetness coating my fingers, I was able to move my hand up and down Jim's cock with ease. I allowed my thumb to rub the underside of the head back and forth a few times. 

Jim continued to come closer to me until the head of his cock was pushing against my pussy lips. He slowly lowered himself down, allowing just the head to enter me. Not satisfied with the slow pace he was moving, I thrust my hips up, sliding more of his cock into me. Getting the hint, Jim slid the entire length of his cock into my pussy.

"Your cock is so big," I moaned as he remained still for a few moments, allowing my pussy to stretch around his hardness. Jim slowly pulled his cock out, all but the very tip, before slamming it back into my tightness. I knew that with the way he was eating my pussy earlier, I wasn't going to last very long now that his cock was filling and stretching my pussy. 

The sound of skin slapping together echoed against the walls of the room, only seeming to excite Jim more. As he sped up his thrusting even more, my entire body shook from the force. In and out. In and out. In and out. His cock filled my pussy and retreated, before slamming back in my enough force to make me moan out in pleasure. 

As Jim slid out of my pussy, his cock came all the way out and he began slowly dragging it up and down my slit, pressing it against my super sensitive clit before unexpectedly thrusting it back into my pussy. "You're so tight, Baby." Using all of my concentration, I flexed my kegal muscles, tightening around him even more. "God damn," he moaned. 

My hips raised off of the bed and met his rapidly moving hips, thrust for thrust, allowing him even deeper penetration. On each upward thrust, I tightened my muscles, gripping his cock ever so slightly. 

"I'm going to cum," Jim moaned. I felt his cock harden more, if that was even possible. 

Feeling my own orgasm approaching, I nodded my head in response. A few more thrusts and I knew that I was going to be pushed over the edge. "I. Am. So. Close," I said in between ragged breaths. "Fuck me. Make me cum!"

Apparently Jim took that as an order; he leaned down and captured one of my nipples in between his lips and nibbled ever so slightly as he sucked on the hardened flesh. 

Almost immediately, I felt the familiar warmth pool in the pit of my stomach, and my toes curled. "Fuuuuuck," I moaned out. Every muscle in my pussy clenched as my orgasm washed over my body. My leg jerked to the side and I suddenly found breathing very difficult. 

"I'm about to cum," I heard Jim say, somehow able to understand him through my spinning brain. 

"Cum in me. Fill me with your cum!" 

I felt his cock squirt warm cum into the depths of my pussy, rope after rope. After his cock emptied itself in my vagina, he slowly pulled out and collapsed onto the bed next to me. "Damn," he moaned as I reached off of the edge of the bed and found a pair of boxer shorts and shimmied them up my legs. 

Almost as if on cue, I heard the timer from the kitchen. "Cakes are ready," I said with a smile pulling myself from the comfy confines of my bed. 

I picked up a shirt from near the door and as I walked through the living room, I found my previously discarded bra.

I pulled the hot pans out of the oven, allowing them to rest on the stove top for a few moments. I maneuvered things around my freezer, giving me ample room to place the cake pans in. While they began chilling, clad in an oversized t-shirt and boxer shorts, I quickly found the ingredients needed to make a simple buttercream frosting. 

I expertly mixed everything together, setting the bowl to the side, before locating the fondant that I had made a few days prior. I rolled it out on the counter, leaving a three pieces large enough to cover the cakes entirely, and then reached for the cookie cutters I had in a drawer. "What kind of shapes do you want on this cake?" I called into my bedroom where Jim was still lounging on my bed. 

"I had just ordered polka dots." I looked up and saw that he had slid his boxers back onto his body. For a moment, my breath got caught in my throat. For a man in his mid-fifties, Jim was hot. His chest tanned and sprinkled with whisps of graying hair. It was fairly obvious, that while he no longer had a clearly defined six-pack, he used to be very muscular, and his age had not prevented him from remaining toned. 

"Okay," I managed to get out as I reached for the circular cutters and began to cut out various sized circles. 

I was concentrating on the task at hand, that I didn't notice Jim strip his boxers off of his body again. I also didn't notice his index finger dip into the frosting I had made. Nor did I notice when he took his frosting-covered finger and drag it along the top of his cock. "I seem to have gotten some frosting on me."

I looked up, and immediately looked down to his semi-hardened cock, which sure enough had a bit of frosting covering it. "However did that get there?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. Jim gave me an over exaggerated shrug of the shoulders in response. 

A smirk worked its way across my face as I rested the cookie cutter on the counter top and slowly lowered my body, landing on my knees right in front of him. Eye to eye with his cock, and my mouth began to water. Sticking my tongue out of my mouth, I licked down the length of his shaft, collecting the frosting. Once I reached the head, I swirled my tongue around, mixing the frosting with the first drop of pre-cum that dripped out. 

"Mmm. So good."

I kept just the head of his head of us cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip, as I used my right hand, pumping up and down the length of his shaft, from the base to where my lips were wrapped around. After a few pumps, getting his cock entirely hard, I removed my hand and turned my head, so I was staring at the side of his cock. I flattened my tongue, pressed it against the underside of his cock, and drug it down the length of his hardened member. As I reached the base of his cock, I swirled my tongue around his skin, leaving a trail of spit along his pubic bone. 

Placing suckling kisses along the length, I ended with a slight suck right at the head of Jim's cock. I quickly buried his cock into my mouth as far as it would go, hearing Jim take in a sharp intake of breath. With my mouth covering most of the length, I began slowly bobbing my head up and down. My mouth made a soft suction around his cock as my tongue ran up and down the length in sync with the bobbing of my head. 

I used the soft fingers of my right hand and began tracing small patters against the skin of Jim's balls, loving the feeling of them contracting ever so slightly. With my other hand, I began fondling the nipple of my left breast through my t-shirt. I felt Jim's fingers thread into my hair and push my head forward ever so slightly. Not quite forcing my face onto his cock, but more guiding my mouth across his length. I obliged when his 'guidance' picked up speed, and began moving my head back and forth at a quicker pace. 

"I'm not going to last much longer," Jim warned me. I did not let up in the slightest, working my tongue softly against his delicious cock. As I heard his breathing increase, a tingle peeked in my pussy and I instantly became a bit wetter. 

I slowed down on the bobbing up and down on Jim's cock and added a bit more suction. Glancing up at Jim, I winked at him when I saw his eyes watching me intently as my mouth glided up and down his shaft. I increased the suction a bit more, and allowed the gaze in my eyes to silently beg Jim for his cum. 

"Baby, I'm going to cum. And if you don't stop and let me fuck you again, it's going to be in your mouth."

"Mmm" I hummed in excitement, his cock never leaving the confines of my mouth. A moan escaping Jim's lips let me know that he enjoyed the slight bit of vibration I just played across his penis. I moaned a few times, making sure to let him feel the vibrations of my mouth. 

"Fuck!" James swore once, before letting loose a slew of unintelligible words as his hips lost their focus and sloppily moved back and forth. A loud moan escaped from him mouth as I felt his hips thrust harshly forward one final time, before I felt a warm liquid enter my mouth and effortlessly flow down my throat. I continued sucking his cock, wanting to get every possible drop of cum this man had to offer me. 




Birthday Cake



As soon as I felt his cock finish emptying itself into my mouth, with Jim's hips still twitching ever so slightly, I stood up and quickly pressed my lips against his. His tongue pressed into my mouth and I felt him smile slightly as he tasted himself on my tongue. I felt my pussy tingle again as Jim's hand rested on my breast momentarily before working its way lower. He pushed the boxer shorts down my legs, and I used one of my feet to pull the fabric further down and kicked it across the room. 

"You're so fucking wet" Jim said as his fingers pressed into me. I nodded in response as I stepped to the side with one foot, spreading my legs a bit to allow his fingers to move more freely. 

Without warning, Jim's arms wrapped tighter around my midsection, and picked me up. He set me down on the edge of the counter, making sure to keep my ass out of the fondant I was previously working on. Pulling his lips from mine, Jim kissed down my body, sucking each of my nipples briefly before continuing further down. As I felt his breath, hot against the wet skin of my pussy lips, I leaned backwards, resting on my elbows. 

Jim nipped at my inner thighs and I so desperately wanted to feel his tongue on my sex. Luckily, he didn't make me wait too much longer, as I suddenly felt his tongue pressing into my slit. Slowly, using only his tongue to press into me, I felt him lick between my pussy lips. His tongue licked me thoroughly, from the opening of my vagina up to my clit, each time, his tongue running across the super sensitive bundle of nerves before retreating downwards and starting the path again. 

As I allowed my head to fall back and my eyes to close, I felt his lips wrap around my clit, suctioning softy. "Mmm," I moaned in pleasure. Jim must have taken this as an invitation, because he mimicked my noise, allowing the vibrations to be felt on my most sensitive area. He also moved his tongue softly, stroking my wet satiny folds. 

His mouth, never breaking contact with my clitoris, continued bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Blame it on the orgasm I had not even thirty minutes previously, or the extremely taboo nature of what was going on, but I felt myself nearing orgasm rather quickly. 

Through heavy lidded eyes, I raised my head up and glanced down to watch the glorious man between my legs. Good God, did this man know how to eat pussy. I could see that some of my sweet wetness had rubbed onto his face as he licked me effortlessly.

Continuing the suction around my clit, Jim pulled his mouth away from my body slightly, softly pulling my skin with it. I could feel his tongue rubbing up and down against me, alternating between fast and hard licks and slow and deliberate licks. Every once and a while, his tongue would press farther into me and a soft moan would escape my lips. 

As I got even closer to reaching my orgasm, I let my head fall back again, continuing to keep myself propped up on my elbows. Suddenly, I felt Jim move his tongue back towards my clit and two fingers, slicked with my wetness pushed into me. "Fuck," I mumbled out as I felt his stroking inside me. Slowly, he worked his fingers in and out, while continuing to lick at my clit. 

"Baby...Babe...I'm..." I stuttered out as I felt a familiar feeling start to pool in the bottom of my stomach. 

"Cum," Jim said simply, quickly pulling his mouth from between my legs. "Cum for me."

The way his fingers moved inside of me, coupled with the way his tongue felt against me, added to the thrill of the whole situation pushed me over the edge. I felt my toes curl as my left leg kicked out and my elbows gave way. Jim's arm pressed against my hips, attempting to keep my lower half from moving too much. He continued working his fingers and tongue in tandem as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me. 

"Fucking A!" I exclaimed as I finally came down from the height Jim had taken me to. 

Leaving me on the counter, Jim stood up fully, leaning over my body and allowed his mouth to connect with mine. I could taste myself not only on his tongue, but on his lips and I even felt some of my wetness get transferred from his cheek and onto mine. 

Jim's hands grabbed onto my thighs and pulled me closer to the edge of the counter. As I felt the tops of the back of my thighs leave the countertop, Jim's cock pushed into me. I had no idea how I was going to be able to handle another round, considering I was exhausted, but that sure as hell wasn't going to stop me from trying. 

As soon as I felt Jim's cock stretching my pussy, I knew that I wasn't going to last long. At all. Sensing this, Jim didn't even bother with slow movements. He pulled his cock out of my pussy and quickly slammed it back in. Repeating this a few times, hitting just the right spots inside of me, with his cock, each time, caused moans to echo in the small space. The only sounds that could be heard were the forceful sounds of skin slapping together rhythmically and the occasional moans of pleasure.

"Shit," I moaned out as I felt my orgasm approaching (almost embarrassingly) quickly. 

"Let go," Jim said softly. The fingers of his right hand, reached down and began moving softly across my super sensitive clit, while the fingers of his left hand pinched one of my nipples. That was all it took for my body to reach orgasm once more.

I felt my pussy contract around Jim's cock, holding him tight within my walls. Jim's movements lost their concentrated and direct motions and grew rather sloppy. His face scrunched up and I knew it was only a matter of time before he reached his release as well. As his cock continued to thrust in and out of my (entirely spent) pussy, I lowered my hand and managed to swipe it across my clit. I slowly drug my hand up my body and pulled my wet finger into my mouth. "Mmm," I moaned. 

Jim's eyes were alternating between watching my facial expressions, and watching my tits bounce back and forth as he fucked me mercilessly. A few thrusts later, Jim let out an almost animalistic groan and I felt his cock explode inside of me. He attempted to keep fucking through his orgasm, wanting to savor the moment. 

As he cock slid out of me, I took a few moments to regain composure before hopping off of the counter. As my feet hit the floor, I grabbed onto the counter to maintain my balance. "You okay there?" Jim asked with a chuckle. 

"Yeah," I answered as I ran my fingers through my hair a few times before piling it on top of my head. I glanced at the clock on the microwave behind me as I searched for my previously discarded outfit. I collected my clothes and headed back towards my room. "You might want to get dressed though."

"Does my being naked distract you?" He asked, an air of cockiness in his voice. 

"Well, there's that," I answered as I found a clean pair of underwear and pulled them up my legs. "And there is the fact that my boyfriend will be home from work within the next ten minutes or so."

I watched as an expression of shock worked over Jim's face and he quickly followed me into my room and found his pants and got dressed. I pulled a pair of jeans onto my legs and grabbed a shirt as I headed back into the living room to find my previously discarded bra. 

Not twenty seconds after Jim pulled his shirt over his head, the front door to my apartment opened and in walked my boyfriend. "Hey baby," I greeted sweetly as I used a rag and some water to wipe down the countertop. "This is Jim."

"Hey Man," my boyfriend said as he extended his hand towards the older man. "I'm Keith."

"Nice to meet you" Jim responded with a hand shake.

"Babe, you aren't going to believe what happened today. I was at the grocery store getting stuff for dinner with your parents tonight, and I totally ran into Jim's cart with mine. And this cake that he had piled up on his basket crashed to the floor and got all ruined. And then the punk ass kid at the bakery couldn't get me a replacement until tomorrow at the soonest. So, I offered to make Jim's cake for him."

"You're in luck, dude" my Boyfriend said with sincerity. "Audrey makes the best cakes. Hands down. Once you try her cakes, you won't ever want to eat cake from anywhere else again."

"I have a feeling that is going to be the case," Jim said, a slight smile playing across his lips. 

I continued working, rolling the fondant out and covering the cakes, before cutting out circles and adding them to the cakes. And in no time, I had the cakes entirely decorated and piled on the cake stand. "Well Jim, what do ya think?" 

"It looks phenominal."

"Okay, well you better get going" I said grabbing the cake-stand off of the counter top and extending it towards Jim. "You don't have much time before your wife's party." 

"I'll drop the cake-stand off sometime next week if that works for you?" Jim asked as we moved towards the front door.

"Absolutely," I said opening the door for him. 

"I might have another cake order for you too," Jim informed me. "One of my kid's birthday's is coming up. You do kids cakes right?" 

"I sure can" I said. "Just let me know. You know where I live."

I stepped over the threshold of the apartment, keeping my body out of view of my boyfriend. I connected my lips to Jim's, pulling away before the kiss got too intense. "See you later," I added with a wink as he turned and started walking back towards his car.

"I'm gonna go grab a shower," I said, walking through the living room, pausing briefly to kiss my boyfriend as he flipped through the channels on the television.



Birthday Cake



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I didn't want to go to a lot of trouble this year, so instead of a birthday cake, I decided to make this recipe, which I thought would be easier. It was a little while before I realised what it was I was making! and then it seemed so funny I thought I better write it up.

For my birthday I had a banana cream pie -- or a tart. I mean a banana cream tart. I have not had many tarts of the female kind as I prefer the butch variety of lady when I cruise women ... I mean when I go for a quickie ... I mean a quiet drink in a pleasant bar which just happens to have a rainbow banner outside.

As it was my own birthday, I decided not to make a cake. I found a beautiful recipe in my Kitchenaid cookbook but I didn't want to go to that much trouble.

Oh, I bought the Kitchenaid cakemixer for my 50th birthday, with the assistance of my family and friends. I am an expert on race politics and postcolonial studies so I chose the classic Empire Red one OF COURSE. It ties my kitchen together. Until I got the free Kitchenaid cookbook which goes with it, I thought I had all the cookery books I need and was even getting rid of some. However as soon as I opened the glossy book, I realised I had been so wrong. There is a recipe for salmon poached in champagne (never mind how you poach a salmon in a cakemixer; that's just carping ;) ) and chocolate mousse with Lapsang Souchong and single malt whisky -- mmmmm! One day, too, I will make the Îles Flottantes, in memory of the perfect ones I once had as a student. (I'm talking about the meringues here, not the waiters.)

Anyway, anyway, instead of a cake I found what looked like a much simpler dish among my Robert Carrier recipe cards: banana cream pie. If you prefer, I suppose you could call a cream pie a tart, since it doesn't have a pastry top to it. A pie and a tart should both have a nice firm bottom.



The rest of the birthday food I made later in the day as it was OF COURSE to be hot. There was lots of meat, as I love a piece of meat, and there were sausages. Well, pigs in blankets. A little sausage with its round pink end poking out of the wrinkled skin formed by nice crispy bacon is a toothsome thing to suck on!

I decided to bake the banana cream pie in the morning. First I had to get it by the short 'n curlies ... I mean make the shortcrust pastry. I laid out the ingredients -- and some champagne truffles to sustain me in my labours -- and found a recipe for the shortcrust pastry case which I was OF COURSE going to bake myself.

I rubbed the butter into flour and icing sugar with my strong yet flexible fingers. Rub rub with the finger tips. Some egg yolks and a tiny splash of cold water -- just as much as I habitually put into a glass of single malt whisky -- and I started mixing it into a dough. I don't have a palette knife which was the designated implement for doing this, so I used a spoon. Spooning is always good in my cookbook.

The recipe said the dough should form a smooth ball. I enjoyed rolling the ball around in my fingers but it remained a little rough. I like a little rough so I figured that would be OK.

I put the dough in the fridge to cool, 'cos a ball of dough is like a beautiful woman -- a cool one will always be better when things get hot. I rolled out the dough with my trusty rolling pin. The recipe said 1-2 mm thick. Now I'm not a size queen but I do like thickness. I made the dough thicker. The recipe also said the dough is 'extremely forgiving'. Like me! I am an easy ;) kind of a gal, I will forgive most things -- except anyone who puts ice in my whisky.

At that point someone knocked me up, I mean banged ... I mean knocked on my door. I tootled down the hallway in my fetching apron. As it was my birthday, I felt it was likely to be the postman and indeed it was! I am always happy to take a packet off the postman, and I am so lucky living here. The postmen always seem to be smiling and happy as they give it to me, even if they do drool a bit.

While blind(fold and handcuffed) baking the pastry case, I got on top of the cream filling. Mmmm ... the rich yellowish smooth dripping creamy Jersey goldtop milk dripping into the pan to make the cream filling for the cream pie. This recipe requires a vanilla cream; don't get disappointed already. I have personally had a lot of fun in a vanilla way in my time.

Now for the bananas. Three bananas for one tart! Goodness gosh. I took those firm, curved fruit and gently peeled back the skin to expose the tips -- ah! .... (Excuse me.) I ran my fingers briefly down that delicious shape with a firm yet tender grip. Ahhhhh! Oranges are certainly not the only fruit for me.

I do have fans of delicate sensibilities so I won't go on about slicing the bananas in a Lorena Bobbitt way. Let's just move rapidly on to the moment when they sank into the rich thick yellowish cream of the delicious tart in its filled pastry case ... mmmmmm!

But ... oh dear! Three bananas were not enough. What happened? Was my tart too big and loose for three bananas to fit in its oozing creaminess? I just had to make do, it would all taste good anyway. I knew this because I had to constantly lick the cream dripping off my fingers whenever I gave my cream pie a poke to get the three bananas comfortably fitted into it.

There we are: a delicious cream pie with bananas stuffed into it. Or a tart, whatever floats your banana boat. (As long as it has a nice firm bottom.) For the finishing touch, I put a cherry on the top. OK, I am greedy, five cherries. Would you like to suck my cherry on the top dripping with thick yellowish vanilla cream?





Birthday Celebration



It was the morning of my eighteenth birthday. I was laying in bed being lazy, only half-listening to the movement downstairs. My folks were busy decorating the house for the big party later that night. I turned over, hoping to fall back sleep.

I started thinking about my best friend, Joe. I've known him for 12 years, but he moved to Arizona four years ago. He was seven months older than me, and had promised that he'd come home for my big bash. But things happened, and he couldn't make it. I was bummed, but decided not to let it get to me.

My Mom came upstairs and told me that she and my step-dad needed to run to the store, so I should sleep and they'd get me up when they returned. Who was I to argue with that? So I dozed back off. I heard them when they pulled into the driveway, but didn't pay much attention. Footsteps came up the stairs, but no one came in my room. I felt someone staring at me, so I sleepily turned over. I immediately woke up when I saw Joe standing in my doorway!

"Oh my God!", I screamed as I jumped out of the bed and ran over to him. Joe is 6'2, a muscular 170 lbs, bright blue eyes and reddish-blond hair that went very well with his desert tan. He grabbed me in a fierce hug that I was only too happy to return.

We chatted the afternoon away and soon it was time to party. We danced, laughed, and the alcohol flowed freely. The party soon dispersed, and Joe carried me up to my room. He gently laid me on my bed and kissed me on the forehead. "Happy Birthday, Kel.", he whispered, and turned to leave the room.

"Wait!", I called to his retreating form. "Stay with me for a little while."

He said nothing, just crossed the floor almost silently and sat on the bed next to me. I maneuvered my body to make room for him to stretch out beside me. My body language made it clear that I wanted him to hold me, to which he quickly obliged. His large frame engulfed my smaller body; he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and I molded myself to him. He rested his chin on top of my head.

"This feels good.", I whispered. He just tightened his grasp, pulling me closer if that was possible. My ass was nestled against his cock, and I could feel his growing excitement. We had never even talked about being interested in each other that way...but there was no denying the want and desire that was there. I moved gently against him, and he drew in a sharp breath. "This feels really good.", I said even softer, and with a slightly mischievous smile. I turned my head slightly so that I could look up at him. His eyes met mine, and if there had been any doubt in either of our minds, it was gone in that instant. He cupped my chin in his hands and kissed me lightly at first, then harder and with more passion. His tongue played against my lips, teasing me until he finally thrust it into my mouth. Our tongues dueled and danced, his tracing my teeth lightly, tickling; mine tracing his lips. He broke the kiss, and I had a sinking feeling that he had changed his mind. I was happy to see that I was wrong.

He stood up long enough to remove his shirt, exposing his bronze, rippled chest. I took that moment to fully appreciate the man he had become. I wanted him more than anything. My body ached for him. He quickly laid back down, this time on top of me, his hands on either side of my face. I wrapped my arms around his neck and our legs intertwined as we rolled around on the bed. He kissed me again and again, nibbled my lips, then moved to my ears and down my neck. I played with his hair lightly as he moved from my neck to my still covered breasts. I was breathing heavily, my chest heaving , making my 40D tits look even more inviting. He pulled my shirt up, exposing my melons to his appreciative gaze. His hands went wild on my bare flesh, kneading, pinching, twisting the nipples until they became hard. I moaned with pleasure; no one had ever made me feel this good before. He lowered his head and began to suck my right breast as his hand played with my left. I was so incredibly hot...I felt like I was going to explode. He changed sides, teasing and sucking my left tit until it too was covered in his saliva. He looked up at me and grinned before tracing a wet trail down my flat stomach to the waistband of my pants. His large hands unbuttoned them, but he let his teeth do the rest. He knew I was turned on, but he didn't realize how much so until he removed my jeans and saw the large wet spot on my silky panties.

"Jesus!", he muttered. He hooked his thumbs underneath the flimsy material and slid them down my legs. He just stared at my smooth pussy as if he were admiring a piece of treasured artwork. I spread my legs farther, and that was the only cue he needed. He quickly dived into my snatch like a dog on a hot summer day. He licked my outer lips, teasing my clit by lightly blowing on it until I squirmed. He stuck the tip of his tongue into my hot hole making me beg for more. 

"Please!", I whispered. My whole body burst into flame as he buried his face between my legs. He thrust his tongue in and out of me, then replaced it with one, then two, then three fingers as he sucked my clit. My hips raised to meet his pounding fingers as he moved them in and out with rising fervor until my whole body began to shake. I screamed with pleasure as the first orgasm wracked my body. He kept his fingers buried inside of me as my pussy walls clamped down hard. When I finally came down, he gently licked up my juices. I grabbed his head and pulled him back to me, kissing him roughly, tasting my juices on his lips and tongue. The fun was just beginning. 

I laid him flat on his back and worked my way down his chiseled body until I reached his waist. His cock was bulging. I undid his pants and he lifted his hips off the bed. I pulled them down and he kicked them off, sending them flying across the room. My eyes widened at the sight of his enormous dick. He was huge! At least ten inches long and three inches wide. I wasn't sure if I could take him, but I was damn sure gonna try!

I bent down and kissed the large purple head, teasing him. His body tensed as I ran my long fingernails gently up and down his thick shaft. I wrapped my lips around it and bobbed my head up and down. He let out a loud, deep moan as I worked more and more of his prick into my mouth. I relaxed my jaws and with one final thrust, it was all in. I slowly slid my mouth up and down, and we soon had a rhythm going. He slowly rocked his hips in time with my movements. My hands fondled his balls and I could taste the precum as it slowly drizzled out of his cock. I didn't want him to cum in my mouth though. My pussy was aching and I could feel my juices running down my leg. I wanted this gorgeous piece of meat inside of me. I gave his dick one last lick before removing my mouth completely. He seemed ready to protest until I lifted myself up and guided my hot pussy onto his rod.

I had never had anything so big, but I wasn't about to let that stop me. He placed his hands on my hips, and I grabbed his wrists so that I could lift myself up and down his thick pole. "God, you are fuckin' tight!" he said against gritted teeth as he rammed up into me. He still wasn't completely in, so in one quick movement we rolled over. He spread my legs wide, lifting my knees to my chest, opening my cunt as wide as he could. He guided his monster into my gaping whole, gently at first, then with one hard thrust, all ten inches were stuffed inside of me. I screamed...it hurt so bad but felt so good. He stayed still long enough for my pussy to adjust to his size, then he pulled almost all the way out before ramming me again. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to match his thrusts. The slapping of his balls against my ass were the only sounds filling the room aside from our moaning. His pace quickened and I knew he was about to cum. He roughly grabbed my tits and yanked on my nipples, but the pain only made my pussy burn that much more. I felt his body tense and with one final slam he sent us both over the edge. Our bodies shook with the intensity of our mutual orgasms as he emptied his hot, thick cum into my stretched box. Much to my surprise and delight, he was still hard. He pulled out just long enough to roll me over, then he reentered me from behind. I pushed my body hard against his, and his hands reached underneath and played with my swinging tits. I buried my face in my pillows as he rammed into me again and again. I was loving every minute of it.

"Harder! Oh God yes, fuck me. Mmmmmmmmmmm............" I had never experienced pleasure on that level. He leaned back, pulling me onto him so that we were in a sitting position, his cock never leaving my pussy. He licked at my neck and moved his hands down to my aching clit. I continued to move up and down on his shaft as his fingers rubbed vigorously on my clit, bringing me closer and closer to my third orgasm. "I'm gonna cum! Oh Jesus Joe!", I cried out as his skilled fingers and luscious cock worked their magic. I impaled myself once more and felt wave after wave of delight pass through my body like a bolt of lightning. 

He moved his hands up to my lips and I sucked his fingers greedily. He laid me back down, pulling his still-hard cock out of my sore cunt and bringing it to my lips. I took him in my mouth hungrily and watched his face as his body tensed. He fucked my face hard and fast, his cock sliding down my throat with ease. I grabbed his balls and kneaded them, willing his sperm to fill my mouth. I didn't have to wait long; with a low, guttural cry, his cock spurted out stream after stream of hot, sweet jizz into my awaiting mouth. I swallowed every last drop and licked him clean. He laid next to me, snuggling close, lazily tracing circles around my nipples. I sighed with content; this had been a birthday I would never forget.



Birthday Celebration



I couldn't believe I was here. Me, In a bar! I've never been in one by myself before. Looking around, I squinted a little - it was pretty dark inside. It smelt kinda stale, booze, and lingering smoke. It didn't look like anyone else was here. I walked over to the barman and asked for a gin and tonic with a slice of lemon - an English thing apparently, but I liked its refreshing taste.

I paid for my drink and choose a table against the wall. I removed my jacket and draped it over the chair, sat down, took a deep breath and relaxed. The music seeped into my body. Jazz. The beat mirrored my heart. Sipping my drink I looked around the room. Dark deep red walls, black furniture, the occasional lit candle on a table. The pub had atmosphere. It was growing on me. Smiling to myself I looked around again.

My gaze stopped, rested upon a couple sitting at a table beside a huge plant. His back was to me, her front facing me. He looked very broad-shouldered, leaning forward and quietly talking to her. She watched and listened earnestly. And then she glanced up. She stared straight at me. I gasped. Didn't expect that look. Pure hunger.

He saw her face, turned in his seat and looked directly at me. I squirmed a little. Picked my drink up and sipped slowly, keeping my eyes on the tabletop. Studying a round cardboard beer mat. I felt a blush creep over my face and neck.

"Hello" a deep voice spoke just above me.

I looked up, and there he was. Gulped a little. "Hi," I returned.

"Would you like to join us?" he gestured across to their table.

I looked at him for a moment. He appeared to be nice. He smiled down at me and held his hand out. "Oh sorry, forgot to introduce myself. I'm Rich." We shook hands. "I'm Karen." He held my hand a moment longer than I expected. I looked up into his eyes and stood. "Yes I'll join you." God, I'm a forward hussy. It'll end in trouble no doubt.

I held my jacket and glass, slipped my shoes back on and walked across to their table. I felt his hand, lightly guiding, against my back. Warmth flooded me.

"This is Julie. Julie, this is Karen."

"Hi" we spoke simultaneously and smiled. Her eyes lit up while she looked at me. I felt suddenly hot.

"Make yourself comfortable," Rich pointed to the empty chair. As I sat, my knee brushed against Julie's leg. "Sorry," I apologised, smiled and moved the chair a little.

"No probs. You're on your own then?" she enquired.

"Yes. I felt like a drink and decided on the spur of the moment to come in." With that, I lifted the glass to my lips and took a long sip. It was icy cold in my mouth and I let it roll over my tongue before I swallowed it. Very cooling on a hot and humid day.

"Do you work around here?" Julie asked.

"No. I'm just in the city for the day. Doing a little shopping and looking around." I smiled as I thought of the piles of gifts in the back of the car. Retail therapy sure works a treat for me. I came back to earth as I saw an odd look pass between them. Julie nodded slightly and spoke. "We were wondering if you'd like to spend a little time with us? We were planning on going up to our rooms and ordering in lunch with a bottle of champagne. We'd love it if you'd join us."

My mind raced as I looked from one to the other. I didn't even know these two. Sharing a table in a pub is way different to sharing a meal in a hotel room. Still, they appeared to be genuinely nice people. Before I realised what I was doing, I nodded and replied "Yes, thank you, I'd love to share your lunch. Are we celebrating anything in particular?"

"Yes," Julie answered smiling. When I looked enquiringly at her, it was Rich who answered. "Today is Julie's 40th birthday."

"Wow! I never would have picked you for being 40!" I blurted. "Happy Birthday!"

Laughing she blushed a little. "Thank you Karen," she spoke with a quiet shyness.

"Come on then you two. Let's get upstairs, I'm starved." Rich stood and held our chairs for us each in turn.

Julie went up the stairs first, I followed. She wore her peach coloured suit to perfection. The jacket over her arm showed off how snugly her hips filled her skirt. Her blouse tucked in neatly showing her tiny waist.

We arrived at the first floor. Rich went forward and opened the room door, allowed us to pass through. Julie kicked her shoes off, threw her jacket over the chair back, pulled her blouse out of her waistband and stretched out on the couch. I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and admired the view. Even the first floor view was great. Looking out over Auckland city, the Sky Tower looming right beside us.

"Come and sit here Karen." Julie patted the couch cushions. "Relax, lunch is preordered and will be here shortly. Rich, I'd love a drink darling." I watched as he walked to the bar and poured her drink. He handed it to her and looked at me. "Hmmmm. How about a red wine for you Karen." I nodded, wondering how he knew red wine was exactly what I felt like. He brought it back to me, and as I took the glass from him, he dipped his finger into it and held it to my lips.

Startled, I looked across the couch at Julie. She smiled and nodded, and before I realised what had happened, Rich had slipped his soaked finger into my mouth. The wine dripped and his finger gently rubbed my tongue. Without realising, I sucked his finger. I looked up into his face as he moaned. Julie had moved across the couch towards me. As I sucked, her arm moved behind me along the back of the couch.

"Oh girl, that feels wonderful." Rich's deep voice seemed to echo in my ear, as I licked the last drip from his fingertip. I didn't know what to say. I'd never done that before with a complete stranger. I leant back against the couch and felt Julie's arm behind my shoulders. I stilled, then gulped down a mouthful of wine. I felt her fingertips at the nape of my neck, then in my hair. She'd found the clip holding my hair up and as she opened it, my hair tumbled out. It was an unruly mess, I kept it up for tidyness.

"Karen," Rich's hoarse whisper above me made me look up. "Karen I want you, and Julie does too."

I jumped up from the couch. Before I realised what I was doing, I'd grabbed my jacket and was heading for the door. "Karen wait up honey," he said. "Please don't go."

I turned and looked at him. Then at her. "I don't do this kind of thing. And I don't do it with women, no offense meant Julie. I didn't come up here for sex. I came because you asked me for lunch. I didn't have a clue that I was on the menu!" I was almost crying with shock.

But it was more than shock which hit me when I realised how completely turned on my whole body was at the thought of what I'd just said. I looked across at them. Rich's eyes wandered to my breasts, my hardened nipples straining against my blouse. He looked back to my eyes. "Your body is telling me differently, love." I glanced down and immediately crossed my arms over my chest. Traitorous tits! Damn them to hell.

I didn't know what to do. I stood there dumbfounded. Very slowly, Rich walked towards me. Like rounding up a frightened kitten. He held out his hand for mine. His was warm, strong, comfortable. He pulled me gently towards him. I looked up and watched as his mouth lowered down onto mine. His tongue traced my lips, and slipped inside. Moaning sounds came from behind me. Julie's moans.

I tore my mouth away from his. My chest heaving with every breath. "It's ok," he said, one hand soothing my hair. "I can't do this," I said. "Yes you can baby. Just relax and let your body be your guide." He smiled down at me. He lowered me back onto the couch. Julie's hand reached up and found the back of my neck... Gently she began rubbing, my hair lifting and lowering as her fingers moved. My brain was still telling me to run, but my body was warming up. I have to admit it felt good. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of her hand against my neck. Soft skin, very gentle fingers. My body began to relax.

The couch dipped beside me and Rich whispered into my ear. "May I undo your blouse honey?" My reply was a nod. I kept my eyes closed as I felt his fingers undoing each button. His hand brushing against my skin. He pulled my blouse out of my skirt, and undid the last button. Cool air blew against me as he opened the blouse right up. "MMmmmm you are beautiful," he nuzzled his mouth against the top of my shoulder, followed my bra strap down. Wet tongue traced the edge of my bra and licked deeply between my breasts.

"Ohhhhh," this time the moaning was mine. A hand gently rubbed over my bra and cupped my covered breast. Julie's hand. I couldn't believe I was letting her touch me. But I wanted to know what her hand would feel like, how I would feel as her skin touched mine. A wet tongue was soaking my bra. I thought my nipple would burst, it was so hard. Tiny teeth tugged at the material over my nipple, and then they scraped against my hard aching nipple. I felt the tingling deep inside me, a direct link to my throbbing pussy. Moaning involuntarily, I arched my back and felt her mouth take my nipple and suckle. "Ohhhh God, that feels soooo good." At least I could tell her that much.

The hand behind my neck moved lower. I felt a gentle tugging on my bra and then, big hands pulling the bra away from my body. "Sit up a little honey," I did as he bid. My blouse slid down my arms, the bra followed. I was naked from the waist up. Before I could think, he bent down and took my swollen nipple into his mouth. Julie sighed and helped herself to the other one. I was in heaven! Never before had I had two suckling me. 

Rich moved to lie on the couch, his head resting in my lap, his mouth firmly attached to my breast. Julie lifted her hand out from behind me, she moved and stood up in front of me. She looked at me as I watched her hand undoing the buttons on her blouse. I watched as it fell to the floor, and kept watching as she reached behind and undid her bra. That too fell to the floor, and small beautiful breasts bounced a moment. Her nipples were pink, and hardening more as i watched. She cupped her own breasts, and smiled as my eyes widened when she brushed her thumbs over her nipples.

I looked pleadingly at her, she understood and lent over so her hands were either side of my head on the back of the couch. Her breasts were close to my face, i reached for one with my hand and guided the nipple to my mouth. My warm, wet tongue licked her gently. Her nipple felt rough and hard against my tongue. My very first! Slowly, my mouth circled her, sucking a little, i felt her nipple move deeper into my mouth. My tongue circled it, stroked it, licked and tickled it. Sucking harder made her moan. As she moaned Rich sucked my nipple harder. God it felt amazing.

His mouth moved from my breast and his hands went to the side zip on my skirt. "Let me help you out of this," he whispered. I lifted my hips and he undid the zip and slid my skirt down. Thong, stockings and shoes were all I had left on. He moved off the couch and knelt down in front of me. "Open your legs for me love. I want to see you." All I could do was let my body obey. Julie's breast in my mouth felt so good, but I moaned out loud when I felt warmth touch my pussy.

She moved from me, undid her skirt and stood watching as Rich breathed against my body. He hadn't touched me yet, but I could feel I was soaked. She slipped out of her skirt, her pretty lacy panties had a tiny dark patch. As she bent and slipped her panties off too, I could tell I was right, she shaved and only left a little tuft. She stood, with only her stockings left, she looked stunning.

Back to reality as Rich's tongue licked the inside of my thigh. I opened my legs wider for him. He sighed in approval and knealt as close as he could as his tongue traced the line of my thong. "Ohhhh yesssss, that's sooo good." The tingling inside grew as he followed it as far down as he could. As his tongue moved along my pussy lips, I shivered. He found my clitty with his tongue, encouraged her out. I whimpered and immediately Julie bent and kissed me full on the mouth. Her tongue slid deep inside my mouth. She tasted minty and sweet. Hearing her soft noises, I let my tongue move over hers. She moaned gently. I slid my tongue up hers and right into her open mouth. Oh soooo warm and wet! I explored her whole mouth, her tongue, her teeth, the roof of her mouth. God I was kissing another woman! And it felt great.

My hand moved and I held her breast gently. She moaned in my mouth. Rich's tongue lapped at my pussy lips and I felt his fingertips as he parted them and held them back. I shuddered as he dragged his tongue slowly up and down my slit. I felt sure my juices were pouring out as he tasted me. He moaned and licked me faster. His hard tongue slipped inside me, and my hips thrust towards his face taking him deeper. God, if he keeps that up I'll cum on his face.

Julie lifted her mouth from mine. Her lips were swollen and mine felt tingly and thoroughtly kissed. I smiled and my palm gently stroked her face. She leant forward and kissed me lightly, and moved down over my chin with her wet mouth. Down lower to my breast where she suckled briefly. Down lower to my belly button. Her tongue darted inside, and then circled and moved lower...

Ohmygod! She wasn't going down there was she?! I watched as two heads moved against me. Rich's tongue moved out of the depths of my pussy and onto my thigh. Julie's fingertips found my clitty and very lightly rubbed it. My body jerked and she looked into my eyes smiling. They switched places, I came down to earth with a jolt. A woman was between my legs, God! I must be mad!

She saw the stunned look on my face, "It's ok sweetheart, just relax. I won't hurt you, I want to love you. I want you to enjoy yourself. Will you let me help?"

I looked at Rich, his hands had stilled against his shirt buttons. My eyes dropped and I could see he was turned on. But I knew instinctively that if I wanted to stop, it would be ok with them both. Somehow that knowledge spurred me on. "Please don't stop," my voice was a whisper.

Julie rewarded me with a gentle swoop of her tongue. She looked into my eyes as I watched her tongue moving against my pussy. Her fingertip held the strap of my thong, and she moved it out from my body a little. The tightness between my arse cheeks felt good. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against the couch. She licked my pussy. Very slowly at first. Heat flooded my body. She let the thong strap go to one side. Her fingers held my pussy lips apart. I waited for her next move.

The only thing I felt was cool wind against my pussy slit. She was blowing gently. Her fingers separated my pussy further. It hurt a little, but she soothed it instantly with her tongue. I felt my juices sliding down my slit, and instantly her tongue licked and smeared them all over my pussy. My insides ached for deeper touching and I whimpered for more.

I felt Rich move behind the couch. He lifted my hair with his hands and his moans told me he was rubbing his cock with my hair. I smelt his precum and bent my head right back over the couch. He ran his hard throbbing cock over my face. My tongue whipped out and licked him. He moaned loudly and I opened my eyes to find him watching Julie. I couldn't see her with my head back. But I felt her.

One fingernail scraped the side of my pussy. "Ohhhhhhhh," was all I could say. Within moments her fingertip was easing inside me. She moved it gently in and out, and on it's third entry her second finger joined it. I felt them both deep inside me. She pushed against me and wriggled her fingertips. "Ohhhh yess, that's good!" I moaned deeply.

She moved them in and out together. I could hear my juices squelching as she moved. Rich's cock was rubbing against my lips and I flicked my tongue out licking his tip whenever it came close. I tensed suddenly as I realised what Julie was planning next. "Relax baby, it's ok, you're going to love this," Rich murmured in my ear. He came round beside me on the couch and kissed me gently. As he nuzzled my ear, I felt a tightness below. My eyes flew open and I watched Julie as three fingers entered my body. I squirmed on the couch as the tightness grew. Her fingers felt so big inside me, and yet I knew they weren't.

Rich's mouth moved to my breast, and very lightly he sucked me. My hand held his head close against my body. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. Julie's fingers moved gently inside me... The in and out rythum felt good. My juices were covering her hand. Rich sucked a little harder on my breast. Julie leant forward and played with my clitty with her tongue, the aching in my body grew and I whimpered. She slipped her fourth finger into me. I felt full inside. Rich sucked harder. I turned my head a little and watched as he stroked his cock. My hand reached down and I held it against his hand as he stroked. He groaned against my breast.

Julie took her fingers out of me, they were covered in my juices. She pressed against my pussy and smeared her whole hand with me. Moving it around and around in my juice, making sure it was covered well. Then she looked up at me, like she was checking if I was ok. All I could do was nod at her. I opened my legs as wide as I could for her. Rich's sucking intensified and I breathed as slow and as deep as I could as I watched her cage her thumb and insert her fingertips into my pussy. I felt the tightening straight away. She stopped and let my body get used to the feeling. Rich left my breast, and slid to the floor to watch. His cock was straining and I could see the blue veins throbbing fast.

Her hand pushed against me again and slid in a little deeper. There was no way her whole hand would fit in there. She waited for me to get used to the feeling. Rich leant forward and flicked his tongue over my clit. I shuddered and held his head there against me. He took it between his teeth and rubbed it with his tongue. I was almost cumming. Julie pushed as I begged for more. Her hand was at it's widest now, she'd made it as small as she could. I wasn't sure it was going to fit, but I prayed it would.

I breathed deep as Rich sucked on my clit and screamed out as with the next push her whole hand entered my pussy. Oh God!!!!!!! she filled me totally with her fist! He sucked and licked my clit faster and faster and I came all over her hand. His mouth moved low over her wrist and my pussy, he sucked all my cum juices away. He licked her wrist and my pussy lips which were still throbbing in orgasm. Her fingertips moved inside me and still i kept cumming! He licked my pussy until I begged him to stop.


No sooner had he stopped than Julie began turning her hand inside me. OMG the feeling was incredible. It felt like her fist was a huge ball, but when she twisted it I saw stars. He swooped up and kissed me deep in the mouth swallowing my moans. His tongue found mine and stroked it. I tasted and smelled me. My juices were all over his face and as I kissed him back I savoured my taste.

She turned her hand until it was sideways. Rich moved to the floor and with Julie's hand still deep inside me, he lifted my legs up onto the couch. I lay right back, panting. Julie climbed onto the couch up onto her knees either side of my head. I looked over at Rich. He was watching me intently. Her tongue stroked my clitty gently.

Her pussy was close to my face. I looked directly at it. It was beautiful! Pink. That tiny tuft of blonde hair looked enticing. Her clitty poking out a little way. She smelt sweet as wine. My tongue reached up and I licked her with it's tip. Her clit was hard, so I stroked it gently. My own juices poured as she slowly removed her hand. Her mouth was there to receive them. She whimpered as I kept licking her clit. I moved my tongue down one pussy lip and up the other. With one hand, I opened her lips. Creamy juice seeped from her pussy. "Ohhh Karen... please..." she was begging already!




Birthday Celebration



I held back, only lightly licking her pussy lips. She begged louder "Ohhhh please Karen honey, tongue fuck me girl." I'd never done it before, but I knew what to do. Slowly, I eased my tongue from her clit towards her arse. There was a little hollow and knowing I was in the right place, I pushed my tongue inside her. She moaned so loud I thought the people next door would hear her. She tasted so sweet, I poked her hard and deep as I could with my tongue and held her nipples tight with my hands. I moved my head a little, but didn't need to as she moved her pussy down onto my tongue faster and faster. She shuddered as I twisted her nipples between my fingers and thumbs, and her pussy muscles grabbed my tongue in deeper as she came all over it. Her cum tasted great and I sucked every last drop I could from her.

Rich moaned loud as he stroked himself off. Watching us had turned him on so good, he couldn't help himself. He stood quickly and pumped his cum all over Julie's back. I reached up over her and massaged it in, my hands were covered and I brought them back down between our bodies and rubbed her tits well. She fell onto the couch beside me. Rich joined us and we shared each others juices in threesome kisses.

I had no idea what was coming next... 



Birthday Celebration



I knew Kevin had something special planned for my birthday, but I wasn’t sure what it was.  He just told me that we had plans for the entire weekend, and he had made all of the necessary arrangements.  I was so excited because I couldn’t wait to spend an extended period of time alone with my husband.  I love to feel his enormous cock inside of me – I wanted him to fuck me over and over again!

He told me to be ready to go out to dinner as soon as he got home from work.  I decided to dress provocatively, as Kevin loves it when I look sexy.  He arrived home and told me to give him ten minutes.  He asked me to retrieve some papers for him from the basement while he went upstairs to take a shower.  I found the papers he requested and also found a note on top with my name on it.  As I read the words I could feel my excitement build, for it said “Get ready for the most erotic night of your life!”  I knew then that he didn’t really need those papers but just wanted me to see the note.

Going up to the main floor, I found Kevin waiting for me in the foyer.  Just seeing him made me catch my breath – he is so hot and sexy!  I get wet every time I look at him.  I couldn’t hold back, so I went over to give him a kiss while I put my hand on his dick.  It jumped to attention at my touch, but Kevin pulled back with a smile and told me to save it for later.  As he stepped away he got a good look at me for the first time since coming home.  He said, “Damn Honeybunny, you look so hot!”  I could see his hard cock bulging in his pants and couldn’t wait to get my hands (and mouth) on it.  While I was thinking about this, Kevin was ushering me out the door, saying we had dinner reservations.

Dinner was incredibly romantic.  He took me to our favorite restaurant and had roses waiting on the table for me.  Kevin ordered for us both, which turned me on, and we had a wonderful dinner.  I feel so lucky to have this man in my life!  And while getting ready to leave the restaurant, I could feel the undercurrent of pent-up passion flowing between us.  I eagerly asked what he had planned next, but he just smiled slyly and said I would have to wait.

Before starting the car, Kevin reached into the backseat to get something.  He pulled out a blindfold and slipped it over my eyes.  “The adventure is about to begin”.  At that moment I knew he had big plans for our evening, and my pussy got wet just thinking of all the possibilities.  I could not see where we were going, but I could hear excitement in Kevin’s voice as he talked to me throughout the ride.  He would not allow any touching for either of us, which just made me want him that much more.  I wanted to at least suck his yummy cock until we got to our destination.

The car came to a stop and Kevin got out.  I could hear him take something out of the trunk, and then he came around to my door to help me out.  He took my arm and told me to keep the blindfold on.  His voice had taken on the quality of domination, and I almost came just listening to him.  He led me into a building and guided me inside an elevator.  I could hear other people enter behind us, and I overheard their hushed conversations as they must have been trying to figure out the mystery of the blindfold.  We stepped off the elevator and walked down a hallway.  I could hear Kevin open a door, and we entered a room where there was music playing quietly.  He led me a few feet and stopped, telling me to reach out and feel the table in front of me.  Under no circumstances was I to take off the blindfold.  He ordered me to lift up my skirt and bend over the table, laying my upper body across it.  He gets me so hot when he orders me around – I love being submissive to him.  Kevin got a little surprise as I lifted up my skirt to show I wasn’t wearing any underwear.  All I could hear him say was “Oh shit!”  I slowly bent over the table, feeling my pussy and ass being exposed, and I was getting wetter by the moment in anticipation of what was to come.  Kevin told me to spread my legs wider apart.  I did as he said, and in the next instant my dripping cunt was being licked vigorously.  I began moaning as I was licked and sucked, and then he stuck his tongue in my pussyhole.  “oh god,” I screamed, “I want you to fuck me.  I want your dick inside me now!”  Instead he fucked me with his tongue, and I began writhing on the table, begging him to ram his dick into my box.  I could feel his hands on my ass, and then he pulled my cheeks apart.  His tongue made its way from one hole to the other as I gasped for breath.  He stuck his tongue in my ass just as he rammed two fingers into my pussy.  Both of my holes being filled was more than I could handle, and I felt my orgasm explode.  All of my pussy juices began to run down my legs, and I could feel him licking them up as fast as he could.

Kevin then ordered me to turn over on the table with my ass right at the edge.  He lifted my legs so my pussy was fully exposed and quickly pushed his rock-hard dick into me until his balls were touching my ass.  As soon as my awaiting flesh closed around him I knew it wasn’t Kevin.  This dick wasn’t as long as my husband’s but it was a little thicker.  It took me a moment to get used to it as he began to pump his dick hard into me, his balls slapping my ass with each thrust.  I immediately tried to take the blindfold off to see who was fucking me but hands reached out and restrained my wrists, holding them down against the table.  I then felt two more sets of hands take my legs, holding them apart while this man continued to fuck my pussy for all he was worth.  Before I could say anything, I could feel someone climb on top of the table and straddle me.  He began to fondle my breasts, pinching my nipples lightly.  Even though I didn’t know who else was in the room, or especially who was fucking me, I was totally turned on by the situation.  Kevin and I have discussed me being with other men, but it hasn’t come up in awhile.

When Kevin spoke next I knew it was he who was straddling me.  “Just suck my dick like a good little girl, and maybe I’ll take the blindfold off”.  I opened my mouth wide as he stuck his hot black cock between my moist lips.  I love having his dick in my mouth, and I went at it with total abandon.  He lifted up a little and I moved my mouth down to suck on his balls and lick the very sensitive area underneath them.  I could feel his body shake as I licked with vigor, and then he shoved his dick back in my mouth and began to push it down my throat.  He fucked my mouth like he fucks my pussy, and I could feel him getting close to climax.  I could taste his salty pre-cum, which only made me redouble my efforts.  Meanwhile I found out there were two men holding my arms down because all of a sudden I has a cock in each hand.  They were both very hard, and I began to jerk them off.  At this point I knew there were at least five men in the room, and the intensity escalated.  The man in my pussy was pulling his dick almost all the way out and then slamming it back in.  He was rubbing the area around my clit, which was bringing me closer to my second orgasm.  I was overwhelmed, and Kevin must have sensed that.  He began to talk to me – he told me some of the things they wanted to do to me that night.  With each thing he said, while still fucking my mouth, he brought me closer to cumming.  As soon as he started talking about fucking me in my ass I knew he was about to cum, and I could feel the cock in my cunt get harder.  I sucked Kevin with everything I had and began to moan.  That sent him over the edge – his sperm shot down my throat and filled my mouth.  Some ran out onto my cheeks when I couldn’t swallow fast enough.  I wanted more!!  My orgasm was imminent when I heard the guy in my pussy ask Kevin if he could cum inside of me.  Kevin told him to go ahead, and I felt him brace his hands on the table as he rammed his fat cock into me again.  Instantly I felt his hot jet of cum filling me up, which caused me to lose it.  I began to shake as another orgasm ripped through my body.  I was still trembling as Kevin removed the blindfold from my face.  I looked up into his eyes first as he smiled and said, “I love you!  Happy Birthday!”  I then looked around to see five other black men standing around me.  They were all naked, and I still had two of their dicks in my hands.  The men who were holding my legs had their cocks in hand just waiting for their turn.  The sixth man in the room had our camcorder trained on us, recording the entire experience.  He too was hard and ready to give up the camera for something more.

Kevin told me to get up from the table and take my clothes off.  He then turned to the other men and said, “Gentlemen, this is my wife, and it’s her birthday.  I would appreciate your help in making this the most pleasurable night of her life so far.  You have my permission to do anything you want to her except fuck her in the ass.  That is only for me.  She loves giving and getting oral, and she desires your cum inside of her.  Fuck her like you mean it!”  He then turned and gave me a long, hot, passionate kiss, spanked me on my ass and told me to go over and get on the bed.

From the moment I got on the bed I had at least three guys surrounding me and touching me, and the camera was filming it all.  The first man, whose name was Terry, had been holding one of my legs previously.  He had me lie down and got on top of me in a 69 position.  He stuck his eager black cock into my mouth while he went down to clean up my dripping cunt.  I began to lick his dick and grabbed his balls with my hand to lightly tease and squeeze them.  I tasted his pre-cum as I milked his dick with my mouth.  I reached around and grabbed his ass with my hands so I could pull him farther down into my mouth.  He moaned as his dick slid deeper into my awaiting mouth, and he began to pump his hips up and down while I sucked and slurped on his rod.  Terry moved his mouth on top of my clit and caused me to buck my hips as he began to suck lightly.  My body began to tingle all over as he took special care of this very sensitive spot.  All of a sudden I felt someone’s hands pulling my legs farther apart and another dick was at my cunt hole.  Kyle (I later learned who it was) began to slowly push his enormous dick into my pussy.  I was so wet already, but as I felt every inch of his steely rod penetrating my sweet little pussy, my juices began to flow down my ass onto the bed.  The incredible feeling of being fucked while someone sucked on my clit was too much. “Oh yes!  Ooooh that feels so good!  Fuck me nice and slow.”  I went back to sucking Terry’s dick while they worked me towards another orgasm.  Kyle got into a slow and sensual rhythm, making my pussy ache for another deep and penetrating stroke.  He grabbed my ass and lifted it off the bed, and I shuddered as his dick came in contact with my G spot.  I began to moan.  What an unbelievable feeling!  Then it got even better as someone began to fondle my breasts and another person inserted a finger into my tight ass.  Oh my god!  That felt incredible!  I could hardly concentrate on Terry’s dick because I felt so good.  I decided to finish him off so I could concentrate on what was being done to me.  I grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and his balls with the other.  I started moving my mouth and my hands in rhythm, and I could immediately feel him get harder.  Terry began to breath faster and stopped sucking my clit long enough to say, “Yeah, suck my dick!  Suck it, you nasty thing!”  I could feel the pressure in his balls as he shot his first load of cum into my mouth.  I kept my hand on his sack and squeezed as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot his next wad onto my face.  I continued to stroke his still-hard shaft until I was sure I had gotten it all.  Then I licked off the tip of his cock to make sure no cum was wasted.  I took my fingers to collect as much of it on my face as possible and licked it off each one, savoring the moment.

Terry climbed off and moved into a position where he could still suck my clit as Kyle and the others continued to fuck and fondle me.  I was in heaven!  I had never had so many things done to me at one time.  Terry was sucking my clit, Kyle was fucking my pussy, Rick was fondling my breasts and Evan now had two fingers in my well-lubed ass.  I looked up to see Kevin videotaping us while KC sat in a chair watching with his dick in his hand.  KC was the one who fucked me when we first arrived.  Kevin was as hard as a rock and his dick was standing straight up as he watched these other men ravage my body.  I smiled at him and told him that I loved him.  I then turned my attention back to these men because I felt like I was going to explode.  Kyle was still pumping into me very slowly, hitting my G spot with each stroke.  Evan was timing his finger thrusts to be opposite of Kyle.  The pressure in my body was almost more than I could bear when I felt my orgasm begin.  It started at my very core and radiated out to my fingers and toes.  The guys continued as my pussy contracted again and again, and I looked at Kevin, “I love you Baby!!  Aaahhh, this feels so good!  Thank you!!”

From the look on his face I could tell that Kevin wanted me, and I knew exactly what he wanted.  He handed off the camcorder to KC and told him to get close-ups.  He told me to turn over onto my hands and knees and told Evan to get underneath me.  Kevin pushed me down onto Evan’s awaiting cock and it plunged into my slick pussy with ease.  I began moving up and down on his nine-inch rod while Kevin made sure my ass was lubed and ready.  I moaned in anticipation, knowing my greatest fantasies were being fulfilled.  I stopped moving for a moment as Kevin spread my ass cheeks and put his cockhead up against my tight little hole.  He grabbed my hips and pushed his 10 ½  inch dick into my eagerly awaiting ass.  I screamed in pleasure as I felt first one cock and then the other ram into my holes – up and down, in and out, filling me up in double penetration.  “Oh, fuck me!!  Fuck my ass Kevin!  Fuck me HARDER!  I want you to both cum in me!”  Just the thought of that almost made me cum again.  Kevin was slamming his dick into my ass all the way to his balls, and I was taking Evan’s just as far in my pussy.  Once in awhile I had both of their dicks pushed in me at the same time, separated only by a thin barrier.  I was in ecstasy!  Kevin then told Rick to kneel in front of me and fuck my mouth.  Rick grabbed the back of my head and shoved his huge cock into my mouth.  He began to thrust forward with his hips as Kevin rammed his cock into my ass, so they both had leverage to push farther.  I was being fucked in all three holes, and because of that I knew none of us would last much longer.  Kevin started spanking my ass, and Rick moaned as he watched, “Damn, spank that ass!  Spank it harder!”  Kevin gave a good hard swat and then grabbed my hips for one last deep thrust into my ass.  He dick shot forth a huge load of cum, filling my ass with his heat.  I could feel his cock continue to throb as Evan’s jet of sperm filled my pussy.  I couldn’t hold back any longer.  Feeling them unload their sperm into me brought on another unbelievable orgasm that was bigger than the others.  Watching the two other men cum in me brought Rick to his climax, and he shot a wad of cum down my throat.  When my mouth was full he pulled his dick out and shot the rest onto my face.  I was fucked good and filled up.  I had cum dripping out of all of my holes.  Kevin told me not to waste any so I wiped it off my face with my hand and cleaned each finger with my tongue.  I reached down and caught the stream of semen coming from my pussy and ass and sucked that off my hand as well.  I looked at Kevin with a smile and asked if I did a good job.  He bent down, licked my pussy and said it seemed pretty clean to him.

He told everyone that it was time for a shower.  They took turns getting in there with me and fucking me or having me suck them off.  Sometimes there would be two at a time, one fucking me doggy-style while the other stood in front of me with his dick in my mouth.  Kevin came in last, by himself, to get the final shower fuck.  He took his time, talking dirty to me, until we both came again.  We then washed each other and shared some passionate kisses before getting out and drying off.

All of the men were waiting for us as we emerged from the bathroom, ready for another round.  Kevin had them stand in a line to fuck me one at a time, challenging them to make me cum again.  He knew I was starting to get sore, so it would take a lot to bring on another orgasm.  They each took their turn, flipping me in different positions, playing with my nipples, and sucking on my clit.  They came in me as well as all over me, but no one was able to get me to cum.  After they were all done, Kevin handed off the camcorder again and came over to me with a raging hard-on.  He pushed me down onto my back and told me that I was going to cum for him.  He wanted me to concentrate and listen to him.  He pushed his giant cock into my pussy and we both sighed when he had it buried to the hilt.  He told me to do what I had to do to cum for him.  I reached down and grabbed my own ass cheeks and tilted my pelvis up.  He began to move slowly, taking long, deep strokes.  He kissed me passionately and then began to talk to me, recalling when he fucked me in the ass and the double penetration.  While he was talking I reached up with my mouth and started sucking on his nipples, first one then the other.  His dick grew bigger and harder until I felt like I couldn’t take any more, except it was a good pain.  I continued to pull on my ass cheeks while he increased his speed, talking to me all the while.  He told me how much it turned him on to see all those guys fucking me and cumming inside of me.  I could feel him start to cum in me, and at that moment my body released for one last time.  I cried out his name and told him that I loved him and he did the same.  Our bodies continued to shake as we were hit with aftershocks, and he held me in his arms until they subsided.  Then he looked at me with a mischievous grin.  He glanced at all the guys and asked if they were ready.  They all laughed and said of course they were.

Kevin had me kneel on the floor, and all of the men stood around me in a circle.  He told me to go around sucking on each of them until they were ready to cum.  I worked them with my mouth and my hands while Kevin videotaped the whole thing.  When they were all at the point of coming, Kevin told them to go ahead.  At that moment they all shot load after load of steaming cum all over my body.  I was given a cum bath that emptied them out.  I began to lick it off my body until there was none left, and I could see that, even after our night of endless fucking, they all started to get hard again just watching me do it.

Kevin told me to go get in the shower again and then joined me after a few minutes.  He washed my hair for me and then soaped my body down, making sure to wash every part of me.  He dried me off and led me out into our room, and I saw that we were alone.  Kevin had candles burning and the lights down low.  Our naked bodies made sensual shadows in the flickering light from the flames.  He told me to lie down and proceeded to give me an entire body massage.  He spoke quietly to me as his hands worked their magic, and I soon grew very sleepy….

I awoke a few hours later just as it was getting light outside.  We were curled up together on the bed, and Kevin was still sound asleep.  I smiled to myself as I thought about the night before and decided to give my husband a truly good morning.  I quietly pulled the covers back to expose his beautifully hung cock.  My mouth began to water just looking at it.  I moved down the bed and took his entire soft shaft into my mouth.  As soon as I started sucking, his dick took on a life of its own and I could feel Kevin stir.  I looked up into his face while I deep-throated his ever-hardening rod and saw him looking down at me with a slow smile.  I reached up and began to play with his nipples, rolling them between my fingers, and his dick jumped in response.  I moved to a spot between his legs and began sucking on his balls and licking the area underneath.  Kevin trembled each time my tongue made contact.  I gave his balls a good licking before moving back up to concentrate on his now fully hard, gigantic cock.  As my mouth slid down his shaft, I used my hands to get him to bend his knees and I guided both legs up next to my head.  I had him spread his legs a little wider, which now left his ass open to me as well.  I moved my tongue back down to the spot below his balls and heard him moan in pleasure.  I then used my hands to spread his ass cheeks, and my tongue made its way down to his very tight hole.  As soon as I began to lick his ass I heard Kevin start saying, “Oh shit, oh shit!”  I put one of my hands back on his dick and it felt bigger than it’s ever been.  I stroked it while I pushed my tongue into his ass, and his whole body tensed as if he were about to cum.  I could tell that he liked it, so I grabbed the lube from the side of the bed and poured it all over my finger.  I put my mouth back on his cock, with one hand stroking the base.  I placed my lubed finger at the entrance of his forbidden hole and slowly and carefully pushed it inside.  He cried out in sheer ecstasy as I began to move my finger around and found his pleasure core.  My head bobbed up and down on his steel-hard cock, and I took as much of it in my mouth as I could.  I continued to finger-fuck his ass and found that my pussy was dripping wet just from being allowed to do this. Kevin cried out that he was going to cum, and I sucked even harder.  His jet of semen hit the back of my throat with so much force that I thought I may choke.  His asshole was contracting around my finger, and I slowly pulled it out as he pumped load after load of hot cum into my mouth.  Cum spilled out of my mouth when there was no more room, and Kevin shot his last wad of creamy goodness onto my face.  Just when he was about to relax, I flipped over onto my hands and knees with my ass in his face.  I took the cum off my face and chin and wiped it onto my little back door.  Kevin watched with growing fascination and excitement as I lubed my own ass with his cum.  Before he even had a chance to get soft he was kneeling up behind me, and I was telling him that I wanted him to fuck me in the ass.  He first pushed a finger and then two into my hole to make sure I was ready for him.  He placed his semi-soft cockhead at the entrance of my awaiting ass and began to slowly push it inside.  As he rammed his rod deeper into my pleasure zone it grew with amazing speed.  He reached up and grabbed my shoulders to pull himself deeper.  He pumped his hot cock in and out of my ass while I reached down to play with my clit.  He then grabbed my hair with one hand and spanked my ass with the other as he slammed his dick as deep as it would go.  I could feel his balls slap my pussy, and I screamed for him to fuck me harder.  I could feel my lower body begin to tingle, and I knew I was going to cum.  I plunged my fingers into my dripping pussyhole and fingered my G spot while Kevin fucked my ass.  My orgasm ripped through me, causing my mouth to water and my body to shake.  My pussy and ass holes began to contract, and Kevin’s cock was squeezed over and over as he continued to thrust forward.  My never-ending orgasm finally pushed him over the edge, and he dumped another load of milky-white sperm into my ass.  He grabbed my hips and held himself deep inside me as his body shook with pleasure.  We stayed that way until the aftershocks subsided and then fell into each other’s arms on the bed.  We lay there quietly for a moment, and then I said, “I love you Babyface!  Thank you for giving me the best birthday ever!”




Birthday Celebration



He looked over at me with a sly grin and replied, “You’re welcome, but the weekend is not over yet!”



Birthday Celebration



After all these years, I was finally going to have Lily to myself on her birthday. I was determined that I was going to make it a great one. You see, Lily had been ignored by her husband for years, and was only now getting used to the idea that a birthday with her man was going to be a day where she was put first. 

Lily is a very sexual creature, although she's a little shy when it comes to telling me what she wants. She's so willing to please me that I think she forgets that a lot of the fun for me is finding new and exciting ways to please HER. I planned this day, however, based on what I'd heard her say during the course of a couple of very hot phone sessions. She had also dropped some hints, pointing me to a website or two that had some very interesting toys... some for her, and some for me.

A strong, intelligent and resourceful woman, Lily is also blessed with a delicious little submissive streak that matches perfectly with my desire to occasionally possess her and bend her to my will. While we're normally 'partners,' there are definitely times when I know she wants me to take control, to make her do things, and be my little sex-toy slut.

We had both taken Friday off of work, and had the kids safely at school. I'd written her a letter telling her all about my ideas for the day, and wondered if she'd picked up on all the hints. I'd also sent her a little package that might come in handy, with a couple of hints for the day. I was also curious about whether she had done the shopping that she said she was going to do, but decided that I'd have to plan as if she hadn't, and play it by ear if she had.

Chapter 1

She called me to let me know that she was a few minutes away, and I made the last few preparations for the three full meals planned for the day. Breakfast was going to be a short one, because we only had a few minutes before we had to go for her haircut. I figured it was going to have to be limited to some coffee with a shot of her favorite flavored "cream."

Lily came to the front door with a small bag that I imagined carried a change of clothes or two, and perhaps some toys she wanted to play with. I opened the door and let her in. I slipped her coat off her shoulders and undressed her with my eyes. She stood in front of me, with her hands behind her back, holding her bag. She was wearing a white blouse that fit snugly against her breasts; clearly not wearing a bra, the material was stretched by the buttons holding it closed, with the top few undone, showing tasty cleavage. She wore a knee length skirt and what I thought were thigh high stockings. She looked beautiful and incredibly young and sexy, made up just right, and with the crowning touch, a black ribbon choker around her neck. I had told her so many times how young she really was, both inside and out, and I was hoping that she'd felt that way as she prepared for the day; it was a shame that she was clearly not aware of how incredibly desirable I found her. I hoped by the end of the day she would have no doubt.

I pulled her close, tilted her chin up, and with little pretense, pressed my mouth against hers in a deep passionate kiss. I knew she could feel my cock against her, hot and hard and anxious to be inside her. 

"You're mine, you know," I said forcefully, staring directly into her eyes. 

"Yes" was all she replied, meekly. She brought her hands from behind her back and showed them to me. She was wearing the Velcro cuffs I had sent her a few days earlier; one on each wrist, with the clasp hanging loosely and undone.

"Tell me what you need for your birthday..." I said... and as she paused a little too long for my taste, I pulled her arms behind her back and quickly clipped the cuffs together. I repeated, right in her ear as I nibbled on it and bit down lightly... "tell me what you need. Say it!"

"I need your cock, Jack. I need it in my mouth and in my pussy. I need you to make me drink your cum. I need you to take me and use me." 

As she stood there silently, I reached around her back and pulled her tightly to me. With my other hand I quickly unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it out of the skirt and over her shoulders, further immobilizing her arms. I squeezed her breasts roughly, playing with her nipples, rolling them and tweaking them hard between my fingers. Letting go, I lifted up her skirt, to see if she'd followed directions. Sure enough, there were no panties on under the skirt, and what remained of her pubic hair was trimmed very short, in a neat little triangle. Everywhere else, her pussy had been shaved clean, and as I felt its smoothness, I felt Lily shudder. I slid a finger over her clit as I moved it inside her, feeling her heat, and feeling how wet she already was. Lily pushed against my hand, forcing my finger deeper inside her.

I pulled my finger out of her and pressed it to her lips, ordering her to lick her juices off it, which she did without hesitation. I looked at her and told her without hesitation that she'd been a bad girl for not seeing me more. She nodded, and as she did I reached up and wrapped my hand in her long hair, pulling it tightly until I held her head immobile. I forced her head down until she was bent over, and with my other hand, flipped her skirt up over her back. 

"Bad girls need to be punished," I told her, "and maybe a birthday spanking would be a good start." As she stood there silently, I brought my hand down sharply on her soft smooth ass a couple of times. I then pushed two fingers into her pussy, quickly beginning a thrusting motion. After a few moments I could feel that I was having the effect I wanted, and that she'd be cumming soon. I pulled out long enough to free my cock from my pants, and directed my cock to her mouth. Once she'd taken it in, I returned my fingers to her pussy, pushing hard, and enjoying the sight of Lily arching back against my fingers like it was another cock inside her. I soon felt the spasms inside her pussy and a muffled moan around my cock told me that she'd cum herself. 

Making sure that she was taking her punishment like she should I ordered Lily to her knees, still keeping my hand twisted in her long luxurious hair. With my free hand I slid my pants and boxers to the floor, and then quickly forced my cock back into her surprised mouth.

"Suck it" I said, forcefully pushing my cock as deep in her mouth as possible. Pulling back out, I thrust my cock back in deep, and immediately began a hard fucking motion. Lily started gasping, but I knew it was exactly what she wanted, having me fuck her mouth hard, stretching her jaw and bruising her lips. I pounded into her mouth, deeper and deeper, finally forcing the head of my cock into her throat, where I threatened her with a much harder spanking if I didn't quickly see her lips wrapped around the base of my cock.

I moved my cock in and out, holding tight onto her head and enjoying a good hot mouth fuck, using her mouth. As I felt myself getting close to cumming, I pulled out, and the look on her face said everything I needed to see, that she wanted my cock back, and right away. "I'm going to cum in your mouth, Lily, and I want you to hold it in your mouth and show it to me," I said, as I thrust my cock back into her mouth. Feeling the pressure building up in my balls, I put my second hand on the side of her face, holding it tightly, and feeling my cock pressing against her cheeks from the inside. 

To make sure my cum didn't fly straight down her throat, I pulled my cock halfway out, and let fly several shots of her favorite cream. She kept her lips wrapped around my cock, sucking hard, making sure she got every drop. I pulled my cock out and ordered her to open her mouth, and saw my cum, covering her tongue and flooding her mouth. She rolled her tongue around savoring the flavor, and swallowed my entire load when I ordered her to.

I looked down at Lily, with a combination of lust and love. On her knees in front of me, bare-breasted with her shirt pulled back behind her, long hair mussed and a face with smeared lip gloss and just a hint of my cum on her lips where she'd sexily licked them. I pulled her to her feet, and just as I'd started, tilted her chin up and kissed her. This time she kissed back fiercely, sharing the remains of my cum with me.

Chapter 2

On the way back from her haircut, we teased each other, playing and talking about naughty things we'd like to do with each other. I felt so relaxed with her, like I always did. Well, to tell you the truth, it was one part relaxation, and the other part an exciting sexual tension. The best way to describe it was to call it a "familiar excitement," the familiar part about it being the knowledge that whatever we did together, it would be exciting.

We had a light lunch at a nice restaurant, the kind where no one is rushing you out, and you can relax and enjoy each other. After about three glasses of wine, Lily was getting tipsy and very relaxed and happy. I looked into her beautiful brown eyes and got lost in her smile. She was giggling like a little girl, and I knew she was enjoying herself. I decided that was a good time for the next part of her birthday present. As she unwrapped it, her eyes lit up, and I knew I'd been right. 'Oh God, Jack... thank you," Lily said softly as she put on her gift and leaned over to give me a long lingering kiss, something she'd never done before in this public a place.

Another glass of wine and it was time to go home for round 2 of Lily's more intimate birthday present. We walked back in the house, and Lily's cuffs went back on. I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a blindfold, which I quickly placed over her eyes.

"Upstairs" was all I said, as I led her, once again cuffed, and now unable to see her way. Up the stairs, to the left, and into my room. At the side of the bed, I held her tenderly and kissed her softly and slowly, thoroughly confusing her. I reached under her skirt again, and felt the heat, rising quickly with the combination of the wine, the kissing, and the anticipation. 

When I knew the moment was right, I roughly pushed Lily onto the bed, pinning her down with my knees on her shoulders. I grabbed the restraints, which had been waiting for our arrival, and quickly clipped them on her cuffs, holding her arms back tight over her head. As she struggled, I slipped new cuffs over her ankles, and pulled the cords tight so that Lily was spread-eagled on her back, legs spread wide for me.

For the next ten minutes I teased her unmercifully, kissing, licking and sucking, but never touching her nipples or pussy. Her frustration mounting, Lily started begging me to lick her or fuck her. Positioning myself between her legs, I lowered my mouth to Lily's sweet pussy, teasing her clit with my tongue and enjoying the taste. I drew my tongue along the lips of her pussy, parting them slightly and teasing her even more. The speed of my movements increasing, I lowered my tongue insider her, tasting deep inside, fucking her slowly with my mouth. I moved my mouth up to lick and suck on her clit, moving my hand up to fondle her pussy. Pushing first one, then two, then three fingers inside her hot wet pussy, her back arched and I felt the familiar shudder. One finger came out of her hot tunnel and moved just a bit further down, where it slipped easily into her tight little ass. I started a gentle fucking motion, feeling my fingers inside her, and knowing that she was losing awareness of where she was. 

"Jack, please... fuck me now" was all that Lily could manage, and who was I to deny her. I kissed my way up her body, stopping to suck on her nipples, as I lowered my cock into her for the first time that day. Lily's pussy was heaven, made for my cock, holding it just right. I thanked my judgment for fucking her mouth earlier, as there would have been no way I could have held back from cumming inside my lover on the first or second stroke. Lily's pussy was designed to inspire an orgasm in me, and my cock throbbed so hard she could feel it. After a few minutes, I felt myself getting way too close, and welcomed Lily's shudder and her orgasm. 

Taking advantage of something else I knew Lily wanted, I moved up and mounted her mouth, forcing her to lick her sweet pussy juice off my cock.. I switched positions on several occasions, fucking first her pussy, then her mouth, enjoying the different sensations, as well as the reactions I was getting. Lily was louder than I'd ever heard her, moaning her pleasure and talking like a naughty little slut, demanding "her" cock. The beauty of it all was that Lily was such a perfect lady in public, at work and with her friends and family, which made her slutty performance just that much hotter.

It was time, I decided. I slipped her blindfold back over her forehead, allowing her to see again, as I squatted over her face, lowering my balls to her mouth. She opened wide, rolling them one at a time in her mouth, sucking gently and licking. "Do you like?" she managed to say at one point. Her question was answered, I trusted, as I pushed them farther into her mouth. After enjoying the sensation, I repositioned myself, pushing my cock to her lips and letting her take me in her mouth. As I assumed a 69 position over her I pushed my cock deep inside her mouth, once again starting to fuck her face. I leaned forward to taste Lily's delicious pussy, flicking her clit and playing with her before beginning a more regular fucking rhythm with my tongue and cock. 

Reaching into a box at the side of the bed, I pulled out a vibrating dildo, not much different from the size of my own cock. Propping myself up on one elbow (which had the effect of pushing my cock all the way down into Lily's throat), I rubbed the head of the toy on her clit and pushed it inside her. I felt her surprise as she was filled with a second cock, and without pausing, leaned back down to continue my oral assault on her clit. Lily now had at least a taste of another one of her fantasies, being filled with more than one cock. It was only a matter of seconds before I felt her lips clamp down on my cock and suck hard as she came yet again.

Determined to keep her at that level, I started moving the toy inside her again, fucking her mouth slowly, and with my free hand, pushed a finger, and then a second, inside her ass, now filling every one of her delicious holes. While Lily could do little more than groan with her mouth filled with my cock, I could tell that her mouth was getting tired, and honestly, I could not hold back myself. With a final hard thrust of the toy and my fingers deep inside her pussy and ass, I unloaded my cum in my Lily's mouth.

As Lily milked my cock dry, I removed my finger from her ass, but left the toy partially inside her. When she was done, I turned around and once again, kissed her tenderly. I left her tied up for a few minutes so she could enjoy the release of being possessed and "kept." I soon released her, and she curled up against me, covering my face with her sweet kisses. I held her tight and whispered little teases in her ear, about how she now belonged to me even more. With almost a giggle she said "as long as you promise to keep trying things like that with me." 



Birthday Celebration



Hi. My name's Emily, and I want to tell you about my first sexual experience. It was a cold November night, and I was out celebrating my 18th birthday with a couple of friends. I had my coat tightly buttoned up to keep out the chill, which was a shame really as I was wearing quite a revealing outfit and no one was getting the chance to see it. The queue leading into the neon lit building was long, but the door staff were letting people in quite quickly. I had a quick look round at the people waiting behind me, and noticed that a few of them seemed to be eyeing me up. Well, either me or the other two girls that were with me. And not all of them were male, either.

"I think that girl's looking at us," I whispered to Amanda, as we took another step closer to the door. Amanda, who was busy rooting in her bag for her 18+ ID card, glanced up in the direction I was indicating. My admirer, if it was me she was admiring, was a young woman who could have been anything between 16 and 19. She seemed to be one of the only people in the line who was unaccompanied, and her eyes wouldn't stop moving, looking us up and down. She smiled nervously once she realised I had seen her, and turned around to look in the other direction.

"I know I said you'd turn heads when we picked you up," Amy said, joining in the conversation. "I didn't think it'd be a girl's head, though," and she giggled into my shoulder.

"Don't be daft," Amanda said, closing her bag. "She was probably looking at some lad behind you." I wasn't so sure, though if I had unwittingly become the subject of a lesbian fantasy I couldn't see why. The long winter coat I was wearing completely hid my figure, as well as the revealing outfit I was wearing. A red vinyl v-front dress with lace-up front and back. I could feel the smooth plastic pressing against my naked breasts, making my nipples hard. Two more people entered the club, and I indicated to Amanda to move up and close the gap that had formed in front of us. Peeping back over my shoulder, I was sure that the woman was staring at me again.

Her long red hair had fallen over her face as she turned back to look at me, and was now partly obscuring her youthful, freckled features. Unlike most of the people waiting to get inside, this girl was not wearing a coat, and must have been extremely chilly considering what she was wearing. A black, long sleeved tie front top that only barely covered her modesty was tied at her breasts. She also wore a small pair of hot pants, of the same transparent spider web design as her top. If it were not for the black PVC g-string she was wearing underneath, we would all have been having a rather intimate view of her. As it was, we were all getting a rather generous view of her young breasts. And she looked so young! I doubted if she was even as old as me, but I guessed we'd find out soon enough. This club was well known for its stringent security checks, and if anyone was carrying fake ID, there was absolutely no chance they'd be getting inside. The girl brushed her hair back, and smiled seductively at me, her glossy lipstick shining in the neon lights above. I found myself smiling back for a moment, before I noticed Amanda tapping me on the shoulder. It was our turn to be ID'd at the door.

The two young men were about eight or nine years older than us, both somewhere in their mid-twenties. They were both dressed the same, in plain black shirt and black trousers, with name badges above the right pocket. Darren was the tallest, with a short goatee beard and short black hair. Chris was a little shorter and was clean-shaven. What little hair he had was a mousy blonde, but most of it had been shaved off.

"Hi, ladies. How are we, tonight?" Darren asked with a grin, as he reached for the card that Amanda was offering to him. Amy had slipped the strap of her bag off her shoulder, and was now reaching into it for her passport. My own ID was in the inside pocket of my coat, and I had to undo the top half so I could reach in for it. As I slowly revealed the top of my outfit, Chris's eyes began to open wider, and his jaw dropped. I smiled wickedly, knowing full well what he was staring at. The open V-front of my dress was completely exposed and the young man could see most of my body right down to my belly button. He could also see most of my breasts, as the open front revealed more than a little of my cleavage.

"Do you like what you see?" I whispered, seductively. Being eyed up by a half naked teenage girl was one thing, but a randy young man was completely different. This excited me. I pulled at the opening of the dress, stretching the material over my breasts, accentuating my curves. The plastic pressed at my nipples, pushing the already hard tips into my flesh and I closed my eyes, moaning softly at the sensation. Chris's draw dropped further, and I could tell his hands were itching for a squeeze of my flesh.

"Close your mouth, Chris, and check the girl's ID." Darren had already finished with Amanda and was returning her card to her. Amy was now handing him her passport. Chris put his hand out in order to follow the second part of his instructions, but his mouth only closed slightly and his eyes still seemed to be out on storks. I removed my left hand from my breast, reached into my inside right pocket, removed my brand new, unused Proof of Age card, and handed it over. With my left hand gone, my right hand now began to squeeze and caress both breasts. Chris wasn't the only one who was enjoying my little display. Both Amy and Amanda were staring at me, trying to suppress their nervous giggles.

"Come on, Em. Leave the poor boy alone, and lets go inside." Amanda began to lead the way, but Amy continued to watch as I returned my left hand to my breast, and now used both my hands to rub and caress my whole chest. Then I began to button my coat by up, once more obscuring my body from view. As I looked up, I noticed Amy, who was still watching me, slowly licking her upper lip. When she saw I was watching, she stopped and nervously bit the bottom one. What was this, I thought, a little worried. Maybe that young schoolgirl was not the only female who was interested in me tonight? Amy, with her head lowered and her face hidden behind her hair, hurried into the club after Amanda, and I quickly followed her.

The inside of the club was lit with bright lights, and loud music boomed out from overhead. The dance area was made up of the entire ground floor, with a carpeted border around the outside that allowed people to get to the stairs without interrupting the dancers. The bar and seating areas were located on a number of balconies that looked down onto the dance floor below. We made our way across the floor, and climbed the stairs up to the first balcony, heading straight for the bar. It looked busy as we approached, but when we got nearer we could see that a lot of the people there were sitting on the stools. Only about three people were waiting to be served.

"You two go and find a table," I said. "I'll get the drinks." The other two girls gave me their orders then walked over to the seating area, scanning the level we were on for an available table with three spaces. I approached the bar, removing my bag from my shoulder and opening the clasp.

"Three lemon Bacardi Breezers," I said to the girl behind the bar, reaching into my purse for a crisp new £10 note.

"Okay, gorgeous," she replied, with a deeper voice than I was expecting. "Anything else you want?" I shook my head, and the woman disappeared into the fridge on the back wall. She removed three bottles, one at a time, popping the caps with a bottle opener and placing them on the counter in front of me. "That'll be £9.60." She reached over the counter to take my money, and as I handed it to her I noticed that the skin on her hand was a lot rougher than most women I had seen. I tried to peer closer at her face, without drawing attention to the fact that I was doing it. Was that a wig she was wearing?

"What's the matter, love? Never seen a man in a dress, before?" He said, grinning. I stepped back in shock, and clapped a hand over my mouth before I realised I'd done it. "It's okay, I'm not a transvestite," he continued with a grin. "I'm a Drag Queen. I do a session in the club round the corner as soon as I finish, and they let me wear the dress here. Manager says it entertains the punters."

"What's the difference?" I stammered, beginning to get over my shock now.

"Between a transvestite and a Drag Queen?" I nodded. "Well, transvestites do it for fun, and are usually gay. Drag Queen's do it for a living, and don't necessarily have to be," and he gave me another grin. "Don't worry, I still like girls."

"Why would I be worried about that?" I asked, feigning confusion. To be honest, the thought of having sex with a man dressed as a woman was exciting me a little. I was just a little embarrassed to admit it.

"I can see the way you're looking at me," he said. "Maybe I'll see you later?" And without saying anything else, he moved away to serve a girl behind me.

I carried the bottles back to Amy and Amanda at the table, clutching two in one hand and one in the other. When I arrived, I put a bottle down in front of each of them, then put mine on the table in front of the empty chair before sitting down. Amy and Amanda were looking at me. They must have been able to tell that something was bothering me.

"You ok?" Amy asked. "Did someone try hitting on you?"

"No," I said, trying to shake away the strange feelings I was having. I was having fantasies about a man dressed as a woman. Did that make me some kind of repressed lesbian? But two women had indicated a possible interest in me tonight, and both had made me feel uncomfortable, so that wasn't possible. Was it? I needed a few minutes on my own to clear my thoughts. "I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be back in a minute." I stood up and pushed my chair back under, then started scanning the room for the toilets. It didn't take long to find the sign, pointing into the far corner. I headed of in that direction.

The ladies room was empty when I went in. The door swung closed behind me as I walked over to one of the sinks, and ran a little water into my hands to splash over my face. I had suddenly gotten very warm. Probably the result of so many people lusting after me. How many had there been so far? The girl in the queue outside; Chris, the doorman; Amy and the barman. Four people, and we'd been here less than fifteen minutes. I began to heat up again. I needed to sit down, but I didn't want to go back out yet. I pushed open the door to one of the cubicles and went in, leaving the door to swing shut behind me. I leant forward to push the toilet lid down so I could sit on the top, and as I did so I heard two doors open behind me in quick succession, first the toilet door then the cubicle. I was about to turn around to see who was behind me, but before I could a hand came up and covered my eyes. A moment passed, and it was replaced by something else, a piece of material that was wrapped around my head and tied behind me. I had been blindfolded.

A moment later, I felt those hands again, coming under my arms to cup my breasts from behind. I had no idea who was there, as I was completely blindfolded and whoever it was was making no sound. I couldn't even tell if they were the hands of a man or a woman, but they were rubbing and squeezing with the experience of someone who had done this before. I didn't know what to do. Should I submit to this assault, or should I fight back? I considered all the people who could possible be standing behind me, untying the front laces of my red PVC dress. The young girl I had seen outside, the men on the door, the barman. Was it even possible that it was one of my closest friends who was now slipping the straps of my dress off my shoulders? The front of my dress was now open as far as my belly button. 

Gentle hands caressed my arms, sliding the shoulder straps down and off, leaving the upper part of my body totally exposed to my mysterious assailant. Fingers pinched and pulled at my nipples, and palms rubbed my breasts and belly. The hands were warm, but I couldn't tell from the feel of them whether they were male or female. I decided I didn't care. My pussy lips were already beginning to loosen with the excitement, and losing my virginity didn't seem like a bad way to celebrate my 18th birthday. I lifted one hand off the toilet, leaving the other there to help steady myself, and placed the other one over the hand clutching my left breast, encouraging it to squeeze harder. As I did so, I felt the soft gentle caress of lips on my neck, and caught a whiff of some intoxicating scent. Was it perfume, or aftershave? I wasn't sure.

Suddenly, the hands were gone, along with the lips on my neck. Had the person left? Had I imagined it? I couldn't have imagined it, as I was still blindfolded in total darkness and I could still make out the faint sound of breathing behind me. Plus, I could feel the cold breeze of the air conditioning blowing on my naked upper body, across my belly and over my hard nipples. A moment later, though, the lips returned, this time on the back of my left leg, slightly below the hem of my dress. The hands were there at the hem, pushing it up in advance of the warm, wet tongue that now made its way up my leg to the back of my knickers. My dress was bunched uncomfortably around my waist, the upper part having been pushing down to access my tits, and the lower part pushed up past my knickers. I suddenly felt two hands at my waist, slipping into the waistband off my knickers, and in one rapid motion they were dragged down my legs. I lifted my legs, one at a time, allowing my underwear to be removed completely, then turned round to expose my full nakedness to whoever it was standing before me.

The lips returned to my neck, nibbling this time rather than kissing, and a pair hands returned to caress me breasts. The lips moved lower onto my chest, and the hands descended to grope at my belly. Then the mouth slipped over my left breasts, and began to pull on my nipple, tugging at it and pulling it away from my breast. I groaned, and then gasped as my nipple was released and it snapped back into my breast. Licking and sucking around each areola brought my nipples hard and erect once more, and the process was repeated, tugging and releasing each one so they snapped back into my swollen breasts.

This torture was driving me insane. My pussy was aching with desire and anticipation and, although I couldn't see it through the blindfold, I could feel my juices filling up within my cleft. I spread my legs, opening my pussy lips and hopefully indicating what I wanted. My silent request went unanswered, however. Instead of going where I needed it most, the mouth continued to descend slowly, caressing the flesh between my breasts, before moving down to my navel, licking around my belly button, then dipping inside. I moaned and whimpered as the heat continued to grow between my legs, and placed my own hand between my legs to press and rub at my wet outer lips. My arousal had gotten me so wet that it didn't take long to coax my clit out from its hiding place. As it emerged, the descending tongue reached my treasure chest, and a hand removed my own groping paw. The tip of the tongue explored the folds of my inner lips and probed at my clit while two fingers kept me open. I arched my back as the stranger went to work, plundering the treasure between my legs, moaning and groaning loudly as my first orgasm got closer and closer. I wrapped one leg around the mysterious body in front of me in order to prevent them from escaping before I was fulfilled, and thrust my hands deep into the long hair of the head between my legs. Long hair? Had I seen any men with long hair since we had arrived in the club? None that I could remember accept for the man on the bar, and his would have been a wig, wouldn't it? This made it more than likely that I was being eaten by a woman. Despite my earlier nervousness at the thought of being involved in an intimate encounter with a woman, the idea now got me even my excited, and it accelerated the arrival of my first orgasm. I shuddered as the explosion shot through me, but the attacks on my vagina did not stop. As I tried to remember the women I had seen with long hair, the tongue gave a last caress to my clit, before slipping inside to hover around my entrance. I was sure the girl in the transparent outfit had long hair, but I knew that Amy also wore her hair down past her shoulders.

"Oh, yes," I moaned, throwing my head back. "Eat me! Eat me!" This was all the encouragement the girl needed. I was pretty sure now that my mystery lover was female. The only thing that would possibly change my mind now was if a long, hard cock was slid inside me. As it was, the only thing in my pussy at the moment was a long, wet tongue and, although this was my first sexual experience, I doubted a cock would make me feel as good as I was feeling right now. The tongue continued to slide in and out, through the small gap in my hymen, which my companion seemed to be taking special care to avoid tearing. Then the tongue was gone, once more replaced by probing fingers that pushed and rubbed at my clit and around my entrance. I guessed this was intended as the lead up to my final orgasm, as the pressure was far greater than it had been so far, and the rubbing was much faster.

I could here the girl groaning as she rubbed against my clit, faster and faster. I started taking short, quick breaths as the tension between my legs and in the pit of my stomach began to grow, and spread up my body. My breasts heaved, and my nipples stood out as hard, erect points, which I pinched and twisted between my fingers. Sweat ran down me, and I rubbed it across my breasts and belly, wishing it was my partner's juices I was smearing all over myself. Suddenly there was an explosion, and several shudders ran through my entire body. I threw back my head and screamed as wave after wave of intense pleasure swept through me. Slowly the waves began to subside, and my screams became steady groans, which eventually subsided to a low moan. I had been moaning softly to myself and gently caressing my breasts for a few minutes, when I suddenly realised I was the only one playing with myself. There were no hands, lips or tongue anywhere on my body, apart from my own hand on my chest. The woman, if it had been a woman, seemed to have gone.

I reached up and gingerly untied the blindfold from behind my head, allowing it to fall away in my hand. The cubicle was empty, the door half open. Looking down at my naked body, I realised that I was in rather a compromising situation if someone happened to walk in. I was still totally naked, with my sweaty breasts and juicy pussy still on full view. I quickly locked the door, and grabbed a stream of tissue from the dispenser to wipe my drenched fur. I had very little hair down there, just a little patch above the hood of my clitoris, but I didn't want it soaking my knickers when I put them back on. Once I had dried myself, I retrieved my knickers from where they had been tossed, and climbed back into them. Then I set to work turning the scrunched up belt around my waist back into a dress. I pushed the bottom half back down, so it was once more just below my bottom, then I pulled the top half back up, until I could slip the straps back of my arms. I began to lace the front of the dress back up, pausing to tuck my breasts back in when I reached them. The back laces, fortunately, had not been untied. I dreaded to think what I would have done if she'd undone those. How would I have got that back together? I gave my dress a last quick brush to remove any creases, than turned my attention to the material that had been used to blindfold me. It was a black piece of velvety material, some kind of exotic handkerchief. I put it into my handbag, and then left the toilet.




Birthday Celebration



"That was a long minute," Amanda said, as I returned to the table. "What you been up to?"

"Nothing," I answered quickly, looking around for Amy. "Where's Amy got to?"

"She went to the bar for something, just after you left," Amanda replied.

"What for?" I asked, eyeing her bottle. She'd only taken a few sips from it, so she hadn't gone to get another drink. I looked over towards the bar, which was so busy I couldn't see anyone at the front of the queue, and then glanced over at the entrance to the ladies. It was only a few feet from the bar, it would have taken Amy only a moment to sneak from there over to the toilets if Amanda hadn't been looking. As I continued to scan that part of the first floor balcony, I caught sight of the young girl in the black, transparent outfit who had been watching me outside. As I watched, she lifted a bottle to her lips and took a mouthful, and I saw that she was wearing what looked like a black handkerchief tied round her wrist. Looking at her other wrist, I saw that it was bare. With a gasp, I opened my bag and looked at the handkerchief that was in there. I couldn't be sure because of the distance between us, but it looked almost exactly the same as the one the girl in black had tied round her wrist.

Who had been my mystery lover for the past half hour, giving me the most intense orgasms I had ever had? Was it a woman, as I suspected, and if so who had it been? One of my closest friends, who had left the table just after me and hadn't yet returned, or the incredibly young looking girl in the see-through outfit who had apparently lost a black velvet handkerchief identical to the one now in my handbag? The incident was almost four years ago, and I still have no idea.