Message-ID: <22030asstr$946429801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Knottygirl" Subject: {ASSM} The Birthday Present Lines: 164 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 16:04:58 MST Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 20:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, apuleius THIS STORY IS FICTION AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANY SITUATIONS OR PERSONS IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. FOR ADULTS ONLY. BY READING FURTHER, YOU ARE DECLARING THAT YOU ARE A CONSENTING ADULT. This work is copyright by the author. Commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete and include the copyright notice. I almost didn't go to the party. It was a toss up between getting into some comfortable pjs, pouring a glass of wine and watching television or getting dressed up and going to a party at which I knew only the hostess and the birthday boy, her husband Tommy. After much debate with my Ralphie, my beloved advisor and feline companion, I decided I'd spent too much time alone and needed to be around human companions for at least an evening. As I arrived at the pub where Cheryl had rented a party room, she met me at the door and said "Tommy is over at the bar. Go on over and he'll give you some drink tickets. If you run out, just find me, I've got plenty". I made my way to the bar and tapped Tommy on the shoulder. He acted like I was a long lost girlfriend, wrapping his arms around me in a huge hug, then kissing me until I was almost panting. This man is a great kisser, but he's also my friend's husband, so I broke it off and told him we'd just write that off as a birthday present since I'd left his real present at home on the dining room table. He laughed and leaned closer, telling me "Sidney, I have it from a reliable source that you are going to be my birthday present tonight". I watched him closely for a moment, trying to decide if he was joking; he put his arm around me shoulders and squeezed gently, while whispering in my ear "I also heard from that same source that you like to have you clit licked." I looked around for Cheryl, wondering how far I dared let this go before she would kill me. Tommy whispered in my ear again, "If you're looking for Cheryl, don't worry, she is my reliable source". We had a deal. She couldn't decide what to get me for my birthday and when she asked me what I wanted, I made her agree to give me whatever I asked for before I told her what it was. Then I told her I wanted to fuck you. She wasn't at all opposed to the idea, even told me some of the things you like. I guess you girls don't just talk about recipes, eh? He chuckled and slapped my ass, saying as he walked away "We'll get together later, you can count on it". I felt like I had just stepped into the twilight zone. Surely Cheryl didn't really mean for me to fuck her husband. Could I really get that lucky? My question was answered at midnight when Cheryl pulled me into the ladies room and asked if I was ready for the ride of my life. Pretending I didn't have a clue what she was talking about, I said "Did you really get the limo for Tommy?". "Oh, yes, we have it from now until 4:00 a.m. and several of us are going club hopping for the next couple of hours". So maybe I had misunderstood. Maybe she really was talking about a ride in the limo. I grabbed my purse as we left the ladies room and followed her outside. Sure enough, there was a huge stretch limo waiting. The driver opened the back door and she gestured for me to get in ahead of her. In spite of what I'd seen in the movies, crawling into a limo while dressed in a tight, short skirt cannot be accomplished in any sort of graceful way. Tommy was sitting on a long vertical bench seat and motioned for me to sit beside him. Cheryl followed me in and sat on the other side of Tommy. The only other occupants of the limo were two very drunk guys I recognized as being co-workers of Tommy. While the drunks were occupied with trying all the gadgets they could find, Tommy began working one of his big, callused hands up my thigh, rubbing and moving higher with each stroke. I was sure that any moment those roaming hands would discover the soaked crotch of my panties. He leaned over me, and kissed me, gently nibbling on my lower lip before using his tongue to show me what he intended to do to my clit. I was melting, but still wondering what part Cheryl intended to play in all of this. I reached for the front of Tommy's slacks, but found a hand already there, rubbing his rock hard cock which she had removed from the confines of his briefs. Cheryl leaned over Tommy and said to me "This is my husband and I own this cock. I agreed to let him fuck you, but you don't get to reciprocate. Just sit back and enjoy what he's so damn hot to give you." Stunned, I leaned back and looked at Tommy, wondering if he realized that his wife was somewhat hostile about the whole thing. The words Cheryl had just spoken rolled around in my brain and I tried to decipher her meaning. Just then, we arrived at a club and the two drunks riding with us exited the limo, with Cheryl right behind them. She turned and gave us a tight smile and said "Take your time kids, just make sure I get at least one dance before we leave here". I slid forward on the seat as if to follow her, but the door shut in my face. At this point, I was bent over, walking in a gracefully hunched position (yeah, right) toward the door and I looked back at Tommy with a question in my eyes. He smiled and ran both his palms from my ankles to my hips, hooking his fingers in my thong panties and raking them downwards. "I don't want to totally piss her off, so we'll go in and dance for a while. I 'm you won't be needing these for the rest of the evening though." He promptly wadded the red lace and put it into his pocket, then nudged my ass. "Lets go". We all danced for the next hour, with Tommy's fingers finding my wet pussy over and over. While standing beside the dance floor, he boldy ran one hand up the back of my leg, pulling me close with the other arm. He explored the crack of my ass, bolding slipping first one, then two fingers into my dripping slit. By the time we left the club, minus the drunks, I was more than glad I decided to come to this party. Tommy climbed in the limo, I followed him and Cheryl was right behind me. She gave instructions to the driver to take us back to their place, but by the longest route possible. Tommy pulled me onto his lap, my back against his chest, slides my skirt up enough to hook each of my knees over one of his. Cheryl was sitting across from us and Tommy begins to run his fingers around my pussy, pushing first one finger, then two into my wet cunt while giving her a clear look at what he was doing to me. He began pinching my nipple through the material of my shirt, squeezing and pulling until impatient, he pulled my shirt open and pushed my bra up. While both his hands were occupied, he nibbled on my collar bone and my neck, murmuring how much he wanted to fuck me. I felt very exposed at this point, with my cunt dripping and my 36C breasts in full view. In spite of that, I was rubbing my ass against his raging hard-on, knowing he had to be ready to explode. "Do you remember me telling you she loves a man who sucks?" Cheryl asked at this point and immediately, Tommy pushed me off his lap, on my back and begins gently sucking and nibbling the insides of my thighs, working his way higher with each bite. I've always been susceptible to a man who wants to first suck on my thighs then move on to my clit. When he reached my cunt, he rose up on his elbows and looked me in the eye as he worked his fingers back into my tight, wet snatch. Once he had both fingers buried deep inside, he began to wiggle those fingers every so slightly, his thumb rubbing against my puckered asshole. Maintaining eye contact as long as possible, he dips his head to my quivering pussy and first licks my clit, removing it from its little hood with his tongue, then gently began to suckle on it, stopping as I began to moan and squirm, licking some more then sucking again. He continued this until I felt like I was on the world's most incredible roller coaster. My thighs were quivering and I could feel the tension building, until I couldn't help but scream as the waves rush over me and I'm carried over the edge of a blinding orgasm. Limp, I look at Cheryl, trying to gauge her mood. She hasn't moved from her seat, but is watching me intently. While still staring at Cheryl, I feel Tommy move slowly up my body until his cock is against my lips. Still watching Cheryl, I open my mouth and she nods at me, just slightly. Taking this as permission, I run my tongue over the head of his cock, tasting the sweet precum that is peaking out at me. I bathed his cock with my tongue, swallowing a little more with each pass of my tongue. Tommy begins to moan and fuck my mouth, holding my head with his hands. With each thrust, I feel the tip of his cock touching the back of my throat. I run my hands up the backs of his legs, till I reach his swollen balls. I gently squeeze and rub his balls which are now slapping against my chin. Tommy is panting and groaning and says "I'm going to come in your mouth, Sidney. Are you ready?" Of course I can't respond, but I increase my sucking just to let him know I'm with him. Second later, he begins to come, first down my throat, then as I continue to stroke and squeeze his balls, he pulls out and shoots the rest of his load on my breasts, moaning that he's sure I'm only second to his wife in the giving -head department. Just what I like, a man who always remembers his priorities. Of course, our evening did not end there, but thats another story. Please send any comments to cpon@hotmail.com -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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