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The 21st Birthday Party

By: Flynn77



That night started out as a run-of-the-mill party in a mock-tudor country pub. The girl in question, Patricia, was a farmer's daughter, fairly attractive with a whole gang of college friends and young farmers to make us a jovial atmosphere in the pub's spacious function suite.

I was supposed to be going with my then-girlfriend, Michelle, who was an old schoolfriend of Patricia, but at the last minute Michelle called off sick. 

She begged me to show up, give our present and send her best wishes. Reluctantly, I agreed, only because I already knew Kelvin, Patricia's younger brother who used to play on my amateur football team and whom I regularly saw around on nights out.

Kelvin was always the typical young-gun happy to be around older guys – I was mid-twenties - and always aiming to impress with his tales of womanising. So I settled into the busy, happy atmosphere beside Kelvin and a table of people I had never met.

I had seen one of them, however – Kelvin's 'girlfriend' – part-time fuckbuddy morelike – a cute blonde girl named Annie.; one of those girls always smiling, always with a wicked glint in her eye. None too bright, but definitely the right girl to have at a party.

There were some other young couples at the table and two girls on their own. Kelvin introduced me to his cousin, Melanie, a girl I knew by reputation to be 'miss-perfect' - the classic, demure, rich farmer's daughter-type with pretensions and allusions to society life. Her makeup spoke volumes – professionally applied to highlight her fine bone-structure; a face that wouldn't have looked out of place in some wealthy American soap opera, but also one that drove a spike through a man's heart and groin – the girl had looks that could raise the dicks of the dead.

Her hair was, like Annie's, a straight blonde bob, but slightly longer than Kelvin's girl's which cut Melanie from 'fiesty fun blonde' to refined, sophisticated blonde.

She was sitting when we met so I never got a look at her figure until later.

It was, I must admit, the tits next to her which drew me from Melanie's galvanising face – a decottelage any world-class beauty would have been proud of. A deep cleavage formed by to big firm breasts cradled within a low-cut top caught my eye and eventually took me to their owner's face once my awareness registered that the few beers I'd had were letting me linger a mite too long.

Ultimately I was greeted by a sparkling smile from a very innocent face but one dominated by two big brown eyes and luscious red lips. I had to ask again as this vision with light-brown tresses which fell around that lovely jawline introduced herself.

"Felice," she repeated to me. Then I understood –French, she was, and her accent was ridiculously arousing as she further explained herself. I nodded and smiled along though it was difficult to hear everything in detail above the party music and buzz of conversation. However, I did get several chances to glance down at her awesome titties as they shook and shuddered slightly when she talked expressively.

Kelvin was eager to explain that Felice was Melanie's student exchange partner and was over here for a couple of months. As attentions turned from my introduction and people fell back into their own conversations, Kelvin checked to make sure his Annie was engrossed in talk with Felice and Melanie across the low table, then sidled along his seat to me the way blokes about to indulge in a top-secret exchange of information do.

He told me Melanie and Felice had been staying over at his family's farmhouse for the past two days. I joked that he must have enjoyed being surrounded by them as well as Annie staying for the party weekend. But Kelvin was deadly serious, almost worried-looking. 

He said, flat, "Andy, Felice is a damn tease. She's not even wearing any panties tonight. . ."

I smiled, thought he was having a laugh. He never cracked; stayed stoical.

"No way," I whispered. "She's. . .No way?"

"I'm tellin' you, man. Last two days – caught her coming out the shower room. She lets her towel slip knowing I'm staring and those two tits nearly knock me out."

"What? What're they like? Shit!"

"Never moved an inch. She's got a slim body and they're high and firm. Big nips, too. And they were hard, y'know?"

I'm staring over at this excruciatingly pretty French chick with the sweetest appearance. I think my jaw might have been open too far. I felt Kelvin nudge me, so I turned back to him.

"She's showed me those tits, then yesterday night I go for a piss and she's in the bathroom, turned away just pulling up her jeans – no panties; so I get this tight bare ass right in my face."

"Ah, timing."

"Nope, she'd been in there waiting on me. We'd all been around the kitchen, drinking, chatting. She'd gone out the room well before. Didn't even hear the toilet flush. I'm sure she was waiting."

"What did you do?"

"Well, I smiled, obviously. . .She just smiled back, mumbled some apology in French and skipped past me, doing that biting-the-lip cheeky thing . . ."

"Wow," I said, taking a big sup of my beer. It tasted great; the view was great, of the three girls chatting. I remembered Michelle. 

Then as quickly forgot about her when Kelvin went on in my ear: "And tonight Felice's not wearing any knickers. I'm telling you. She's got a little skirt on and bare legs. Before you came in she made sure I saw her get up to go to the bathroom. I caught it right then – saw bare pussy between those long legs."

Automatically, I glanced over and down at Felice. She caught me. I choked. I could only see the tops of her thighs across the table. Her skirt cut off at about three inches below crotch level by my calculations.

I quickly looked away, pretending to be glancing around the pub but doing really badly as most do in such situations. Out the corner of my eye I saw her grin. I think I blushed a bit, so I rubbed my face as if tired and turned back to Kelvin.

"Can't see," I said, covertly.

"You will. . ."

"Does Annie know – about Felice doing this, I mean?"

"Nope. Like, how would I tell her?"

"What about Melanie?"

"Nope, haven't seen her naked. . .Wouldn't mind. . ."

"Idiot. I mean, you told her about her French exchange flasher?"

He shook his head. 

Giggling floated across the table. "Felice was asking if you were a bit of a Romeo, Andy," Annie laughed over. "Have you not got your girlfriend with you?"

Now none of these girls knew Michelle. So, acting entirely on hormonal intuition – alright, dirty horndog possibility mode – I shook my head; tight smile. "Not really getting on these days," I said. "Kind of. . ."

At times like that it's sometimes best to shut up and let willing females fill in the clichés – loving a good relationship crisis as many of them do.

". . .Taking some time apart?" Annie asked, brows raised, all earnest.

Bingo. Hear the bells chime. "That's it," I said. "Just kind of letting it go. . .Y'know?"

"End quietly? No fuss?"

I sighed. Call the academy. "Yeah. . .Thought I'd get out for some fun tonight."

They all smiled broadly, beautifully, even Melanie. "That's good," said Annie. "Best thing. . ."

"Yup. Drinks anyone?"

They accepted. Kelvin accompanied me to the bar. I explained the situation to him. Of course, he got it in a flash. "Cool, man. Cool. You think you fancy your chances with the French chick?"

"Not thought about it. Just don't want to spend the evening talking about an absent girlfriend and the barriers that puts up. Dig?"

He dug with a smile.

Back at the table the drinks flowed. The party raised the roof and the atmosphere became even more boisterous when party girl Patricia got a male stripogram. She ended up on a chair in the middle of the dancefloor with some buffed-up, dipped-in-a-vat-of-tea twink in a leather thong prancing around her.

Of course, all the girls in the place stood to watch. Felice included.

I did well to not splutter my beer all over the place. As the delightful French fancy stood, she tossed her silky brown locks back, lifting those jutting breast high and my basic male instinct heard the swish of bare thigh against bare thigh under the raucous uproar in the function suite.

I immediately threw my gaze at her skirt. The slip of black material slid up as her legs flexed, so lithe and long. Suddenly, at the juncture of those amazing thighs, so often shrouded in shadow, the lifting of the skirt hem allowed light to reveal. . .

My heart skipped a beat. Mainly because all the blood shot straight to my dick.

. . .A slit. A set of fleshy labia, shaven clean, little folds where they creased against her groin.

Then she was upright, standing straight, skirt dropping back like a stage curtain operated by Satan himself, the teasing bastard. 

I looked quickly at Kelvin. He'd been standing on the same platform as me; By the look on his face the sanity express had just left. I know he was a young farmer, but even by that banjo-twanging gene pool standard he looked positively gormless. The only thing missing from his leer was a string of drool trailing down from the corner of his mouth.

After a few seconds of auditioning as Forest Gump's shoe-eating cousin, he pulled himself together and hissed at me, "See?"

I nodded. I could hardly speak., save to keep repeating 'fuck' to myself inwardly as somewhere outside my befuddled mind a party raged and scores of nubile young women cheered on a 'male entertainer'.

All the entertainment I needed was right across the table. I silently thanked Michelle for her persuasion to get me here alone.

I drank, Kelvin drank, we both kept one eye on the centre of the party's attention, and at Felice's pretty face as she watched on laughing with the others. 

Of course, everything else, including my silent prayers was focussed on that little sexy skirt of hers which, if it knew what was good for it, was loitering with intent about three inches too low and better think about 'raising its game.'

But it was an entity entirely removed from the universe of sexy French exchange students that brought paradise to the shores of mine and Kelvin's private island amid the party chaos.

An entity known as Kelvin's dad – a portly, no let's be honest – rotund; fat even – barrel of a rouged-cheeked farmer who stood in front of our table to watch his daughter receive her 21st birthday 'present'.

He did so with a brief nod and hello to us. I heard Melanie ask him, her uncle, to move – he was blocking the view. He never heard. Melanie climbed onto the leather fixed seating she had been sat on along the wall. I got to see her fully now – tall, fit and in perfect proportion. She looked after herself – a toned body; I guessed a C-cup pair of fine tits enclosed in a tight cream dress which also hugged her hips and firm ass. Was that stockings underneath, cladding a pair of fine pins? Great. 

Annie followed suit, clambering up. I got a bit of a start – I knew she was a party girl but hadn't expected the shiny hotpants which showed off her tight little ass and tanned legs. I thought earlier it was just a skirt. Her belly – visible between the hotpants and crop-top - was flat, toned, and her perky titties were mouth-watering. I tried not to look too hard or long because Kelvin was right next to me. And because we both seemed to realise at the same time who would have to climb up next to join the grandstand view.

Annie reached a hand down. Felice, one up to grasp it. Michelangelo should have painted it, that moment. For it was a precursor to voyeur dreams.

Felice put one heel-encased foot up onto the seat for purchase. One leg remained firmly on the floor as she steadied herself. Her thighs were parted high and wide at her crotch. The black skirt was but a bystander to this drama for it could do nothing more to conceal the main event. 

Kelvin and I gazed at a taut calf, a bent knee up on the seating, a long underside of toned thigh leading our eyes to the stirring sight at her groin – that pussy bared in full, and devoid of hair. 

Her mound was prominent, fleshy, like the gash beneath, so very distinct and lush. I saw two sets of folds there, sizeable inner lips which pushed against their outer counterparts. A raw flower. 

It fit so well with Felice's overall appearance - that of innocence but carnal promise. Her sex was a focus of her ripe sexuality. But enough poetry – that pussy looked so inviting, so perfectly open to desire. 

Kelvin gasped, "Jesus!"

"Yeah and I'll bet he wishes he'd come back early. Like now. . ." I said with a big smile.

Felice hauled herself up beside the other girls. I saw that pussy crease between her thighs. Her skirt fell back, but not fully. For five minutes – it felt like a second – Kelvin and I were rewarded with glimpses of her slit, a lip here, a meaty slit there as she twisted, turned, laughed along, stretched for a view.

I was wearing jeans, thank god, because my dick was throbbing. I saw Kelvin shift in his seat. Ditto, buddy. I had to adjust. 

It was then that I saw Felice look down at the pair of us. And also then that I realised Kelvin was correct – she knew what was up; that overbite came into play beneath her lovely sparkling gaze. She held my eye just a second too long for it to be innocuous, then looked back to the festivities. The sexy minx. A tease, and loving it. 

When the stripper finished and the party continued we got one more full-on view of Felice's open pussy as she climbed down from the seat. I saw those lips part under duress and was sure moisture gleamed out from the shadows beneath her skirt.

She didn't sit, but instead excused herself to the bathroom. Annie came across and sat on Kelvin's lap. She made a short laugh and said "Ow1" as she felt his hard-on. I pretended not to notice but smiled as he explained himself, telling her she looked so sexy stood up in her hotpants that it had got to him. She wanted to make sure it wasn't the male stripper, she said, and Kelvin blushed.

Drinks flowed, fun was had. The girls got very tipsy and soon the five of us were in our own little conclave, making merry. Kelvin and I made a sport of trying to get a look up Felice's skirt and she, I think, had as much fun affording us the occasional glimpse of flesh right under the noses of Annie and Melanie who had no idea. 

At least twice my drunken senses caught that fleshy bald pussy in full light as Felice took her daring to the max. and both those times I distinctly saw the flush of pink and the shine of juice along her flowering quim.

I made a trip to the toilets with a smile on my face and was still smiling as I tucked the beast back into its cage and turned to wash my hands. (yes, girls, some of us do. . .). It's not the most comforting of sights to see another guy smiling broadly in a gents' toilet and I think that encouraged the only other bloke in there at the time to leave pretty briskly. I was on my way out the door, too, when I heard the giggling. Female. I turned, frowned. Somewhere in the bathrooms. . .In a stall.

A door peeked open slightly. I saw Felice peek out, wink at me. "Hi, Andy ('Andee')," she cooed in that sultry accent. Then she swung the door open fully falling back as it swept in. She sat on the lavatory and grinned at me, smile dazzling, eyes sparkling. Big tits pointing two lovely big firm nipples right at me.

I gasped, laughed with the shock – her tits were squeezed out of her top, perfectly supported and so stunningly fresh, full and dynamic that I began to think I'd walked onto the set of a Russ Meyer movie (god rest his genius soul).

They jiggled delightfully as she found amusement in my reaction. 

Felice beckoned me towards her, speaking hurriedly and in French. I heard the outer door to the toilets open and voices make an entrance before their speakers. Quickly, I ran into the stall, letting Felice reach round me and shut the door.

I heard some lads carry on with banter as they went for a pee. I was trying not to laugh out loud. I felt Felice push those bountiful breasts against my thighs as I squeezed up against her. Sitting on the loo, under stifled giggles, she began to unbutton my jeans. I panicked mometarily, but hell, didn't really move to stop her. I felt the honourable member rise to attention, wondered how far she was going: Tease or more?

It was more. I looked down as those fawn eyes gazed up full of mischief, fun, and - hornily – lust. I felt her delicate French fingers grasp my cock through my shorts. It stiffened up to her touch . She made a little cooing noise that got me even harder and started to kiss all around my groin, over my jeans and shorts, then gradually, she tigged them down, reaching in to get her bare fist around my dick. What a feeling. Even better as I watched her pull it out, felt the cool air on my balls as she made room by forcing my shorts and jeans down further.

Then her ruby lips engulfed the head of my cock. The sensation made me groan. I heard, or more like, did not hear the guys chatter any more; I became very aware of the silence. I clammed up. Only thing you could hear was Felice sucking my cock.

"Hear that,?" a voice said. "Someone's getting it on in there!"

I looked down. The beautiful French chick looked up eyes wide, mouth full of my cock. I saw the smile in that gaze, the thrill. 

"Hey, buddy, go for it!" came another cry.

Felice bobbed her head fast along my shaft, working her tongue magnificently. One hand continued to aid her manipulation of my dick. I got an added buzz as more encouraging shouts came over the stall and someone banged the door – it seemed to stimulate Felice even more. She attacked her own pussy. I watched and felt her free hand flit under her skirt and her own wanking begin.

The main toilet doors opened to allow more guys in. This perturbed our first crowd from shouting any more and I heard them slink off laughing, pointing out to the newcomer, or newcomers, that there was action in the stalls.

Felice started moaning, getting off on the danger. I took a chance to bend slightly, get my own hand under her skirt to feel her lovely pussy. My fingers encountered hers moving at pace, then incredible soft, soaking wet smooth flesh, hot velvet folds running underneath my fingertips as I explored her aroused and juicy cunt.

She suddenly started to gasp, hitting an orgasm. Took me a bit by surprise. I stumbled as she thrust her hips forward forcing three of my fingers into her gushing pussy up to the second knuckle: the girl was on fire!

"Hey!" from out in the bathroom floor. "Hey, Andy! That you?" I froze. Kelvin. Goddamn! 

I croaked a yes, then to my surprise I heard him enter the adjacent stall. Laughter in his drunken voice: "Hey, you been gone so long! You got Felice in there?"

Felice was sprawled on the toilet seat in front of me, skirt hiked up, deep pink bald pussy splayed open, thighs apart, wet with her juices. Her big tits shook amazingly as she came down form her orgasmic high, breathing in ecstatic giggly breaths.

She still held my rock-solid cock in her light grasp. She heard Kelvin's voice, heard him move in next to us, then with that mischevious glint, leaned forward and continued with her blowjob, but this time stroking and fondling my aching balls ever so lightly and ever so arousingly with her fingers while the other hand swept up and down my shaft in corckscrew fashion, lubricated with juices from her own pussy.

Kelvin poked his head over the stall divide at that moment. "Woah! Wow, fantastic!"

I looked up, straining to hold my orgasm. "For fuck's sake, Kelvin, don't draw attention!"

"Shit!" he said and ducked back. 

Good lad, I'm thinking, as Felice's actions started me on the unstoppable path to a finish.

Then I hear him at our stall door. And Felice leaves my balls a second to reach round and unlock the damn thing.


The 21st Birthday Party



To say it was a wild night would be an understatement. My 21st birthday was literally, the greatest birthday of my life. Of course, the best part of the night had been meant only as a prank that my friends wanted to play on me just for the fun. No one, not my friends and definitely not me, had expected it to go in the direction it had, but to this day I'm glad that it did. The night of my 21st birthday was the night that changed my life forever.

I had been waiting for weeks leading up to my birthday to finally be able to legally buy my own beer. Never again would I have to ask an older friend to buy alcohol for me, or sneak in and out of a liquor store and hope that the guard didn't notice that I had sneaked something off the shelf. Now, I could walk right in, grab whatever I wanted, and go right up to the register and pay for it without a problem.

On top of that, I knew my friends were planning to throw a big party for me to celebrate. I didn't know much about what they had in store, as my best friend Eric and my brother Steve were planning it, and they were very good at keeping secrets. So the most I could do was sit back and try to wait as patiently as possible until the big day finally came. 

At 20-years old, going on 21, I was a pretty good looking kid. I had short brown hair, although it wasn't a crew-cut or anything like that. I weighed around 160 pounds, with a bit of muscle on me too. Brown eyes to top it all off. I'd always had good luck with the ladies, since I had first started dating in my early teen years. I had been in and out of one particular relationship with a girl named Stacey, all throughout high school. In between the few break ups that we'd had, I had been with three other girls too. 

As I said, it had never been a problem, but I had finally broken up with Stacey for good just shortly after high school ended, and at that point I swore off dating all together. I felt like there was just too much drama involved, and with women in general. So for the most part, since ending it with Stacey, I had just been doing the whole random hook-up thing. One night stands, and that was that. The problem was, even that was starting to get old now. It was hard to find a girl who was interested in a one night stand, and most of the time they wanted you to dedicate yourself to them once you had done the dirty deed together. 

But the idea of settling down was not something I wanted to do yet either. It had been about six months since I'd been laid because of this new line of thought that I had found myself stuck with, and I wasn't sure when I would get laid next.

I hoped that I might get lucky at my party. Finally, the day came, and since my birthday fell on a Friday this year, I requested the entire weekend off from work to celebrate. Luckily, my boss was nice enough to give me what I asked for. I finished up my Thursday night shift, went home, and called it an early night... the sooner I got to bed, the sooner the big day would roll around. As my birthday dawned, I got myself up, showered, and put on a pair of sweat shorts and a plain white t-shirt. 

I slipped on my shoes, and out the door I went, making my way over to my brother Steve's house. When I got there, I knocked twice and a few moments later the door swung open to reveal Steve's friend Nick.

"Jimmy boy," he shouted, giving me a bear hug. We both laughed, and he backed off, stepping aside and motioning me into the apartment. "Happy birthday brother, how you doing?"

"Not bad Nick," I replied. "Where's Steve at?"

"He's out setting up your party for tonight. He should be back around 5:00 or so. He told me just to chill with you here for a while until he gets back."

So, Nick and I cracked open a couple of beers to pre-game and dropped down on the couch in front of the TV. We flipped through the channels for a while, but there really wasn't anything good on so we turned off the TV, and decided to just sit there and bullshit for a while.

"So tell me," I asked quickly, "What's my brother really got planned for me tonight?"

I was hoping to get Nick to slip up and tell me what was happening... I underestimated him though, because he was apparently a locked vault when it came to that question.

"Sorry buddy, but your just going to have to wait a few more hours and see for yourself," he said, with a smirk.

"Damn," I said, standing up and tossing my empty can of beer. "I've been waiting for two months to see what the hell Steve and Eric have planned. I'm starting to go crazy here dude!"

"Well, take my word for it... it's going to be worth the wait."

"I fucking hope so," I laughed.

Just then, the door to the apartment opened and in walked Steve and Eric. 

"Hey, there's the birthday boy," my brother shouted.

After a brief hug from my older brother, I shook hands with my best friend Eric who gave me a pat on the back and a smile.

"Dude, tonight's going to kick... fucking... ass," Eric said.

"He isn't lying," Steve chimed in. "We have one kick ass night in store for you little brother. You're going to love it, I promise!"

"So, when is everyone getting here," I asked.

"Oh, no one is coming here. We rented out a fucking hotel room for this shit. That way nothing here in my place gets ruined," Steve explained with a grin.

I laughed, figuring that if he had to go out of his way to rent a hotel room so that his apartment wouldn't get fucked up, then they definitely had to have something good in store for me. We hung out at his place for a little while longer, talking and laughing and having a few more drinks to get ourselves warmed up for the night. It was still early, and Steve didn't want to get to the hotel until a little later. By the time we actually left the apartment, it was probably about 7:30. We got into Steve's car, and pulled off, heading towards a place that he said wasn't too far from where he lived.

"We'll have to stop off somewhere first though," he said, making a detour from his original path. We stopped a few minutes later, in the parking lot of the local beer distributor.

"First off, it's time for the birthday boy here, to buy his first legal case of beer. Here's $30, go in and grab whatever you want."

Steve handed me the cash, and I thanked him, jumping out of the car and walking into the store. I took a few minutes to walk around, before grabbing a case of Coors Light, and carrying it up to the register. The cashier gave me a look as I sat the case down on the counter, and before he could pop the question, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my ID, slapping it down on the counter for him to see. He examined it for a few moments, before nodding his head, and sliding it back towards me. 

He rang it up and I paid, waited for the change, then grabbed the case and made my way back outside to the car. Steve popped the trunk open for me, and I set the beer inside, slamming the lid shut and jumping into the back seat again.

"Alright, we're good to go," said Steve.

"Then let's get fucking moving," Nick shouted, and we all started cheering as Steve peeled out of the parking lot.

Fifteen minutes later, we arrived at a nearby hotel and Steve parked the car. He told us to wait outside until he had paid for the room and got the key, not wanting the receptionist to see that we were bringing alcohol into the building. 

A few minutes later, Steve opened up a side door leading directly into the staircase for us and we piled into the building carrying all of the alcohol. Up the stairs we went, to room 407 which had been assigned to us by the front desk. When we stepped inside, I was shocked at the size of the room; it was pretty fucking big. There were three bedrooms, two sofa's and a lot of room.

"How much did you spend on all this shit," I asked.

"Don't worry about it," replied my brother. "It was a lot of money, but well worth it for my little brother."

I almost felt bad that he had spent so much, but I brushed it off, knowing that he didn't want me to pay too much attention. We opened the fridge, which was empty, and opened up the cases of beer we had brought with us to proceed with filling the fridge up. 

By the time we finished, it was 8:30 at night, and time to really start partying. A few other people had shown up by now. Two of my brothers friends, Mark and Tyler along with their girlfriends Jessica and Ashley. Then three of my friends, Alex, Shane and Shane's sister Whitney. 

The first hour breezed by, and I was already starting to feel just a little intoxicated at this point. I stepped outside onto the hotel rooms balcony for some air and lit up a cigarette. I had only taken a few puffs when Nick stepped outside alongside me and tapped me on the shoulder.

"You're going to want to come back in now," he said with a big grin. "Your present is here." "My present?"

I laughed at the look on his face as he stepped back into the room, and I put out my cigarette and followed behind him. Once inside, my eyes fell upon a woman, who I had to say was just straight up fucking sexy. She was tall, taller then me... probably 6'1" with long black hair and deep blue eyes. She had a very curvy body, her tits weren't too big but definitely not too small and an absolutely perfect fucking ass. She was dressed rather skimpy, wearing only a bra and a pair of very tight jeans.

"Jimmy... this here is Brianna. We invited her over to dance for you," said Steve. 

Everyone started to laugh, and I gave a chuckle as well as I realized that Brianna was obviously a stripper they had hired for my party. I wasn't going to complain at all... she was so fucking hot I would be a fool to speak out against it. My friends pushed me over to a chair they put in the center of the hotel room and got me to sit down. When I did, Brianna stepped forward and they started playing some sort of club mix dance song for her to dance to. And I have to say, she was one hell of a dancer, as she started moving about the room in front of me. 

I was already having a great time within the first few seconds, and as she danced, she moved closer to me and sat down on my lap finally, and prepared to give me a lap dance. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, revealing her gorgeous tits, before leaning in close and draping her arms around me. Her tits were now right up in my face, and I breathed in her scent, groaning as my cock began to throb in my pants.

She performed a brilliant lap dance that lasted about a full minute before she stood up again, and before I could show my disappointment she undid her pants and started to slide them down her smooth legs to reveal she was wearing a black thong. Once again she moved back onto my lap, arms around my neck again and resumed her dance. 

I was really getting into it now, and Brianna was being extra seductive about it, which did not help too much. Especially when, to my surprise, she leaned in and kissed me on the lips and slid her tongue into my mouth. I groaned, kissing her back. I could feel something hard against my own straining cock, and couldn't quite figure out what it was but I was also too caught up in the moment to figure it out.

As we made out more and more, I could hear a few of my friends starting to laugh as well as my brother... what the hell was so funny, I thought. I opened my eyes, and Brianna broke the kiss and slid off of my lap and that's when I saw the bulge in the front of the thong and what was clearly a seat of balls hanging out of the sides of the thong. Brianna was actually a shemale.

"What the fuck!" I said, stunned, and the room erupted into laughter as she moved back onto my lap again, smiling seductively at me.

"Happy Birthday Jimmy!" she laughed.

I couldn't believe it, but her voice didn't give much of any indication that she was packing. Nothing about her did for that matter. She was so fucking hot, I just couldn't believe what I had just discovered. 

"Happy birthday little brother," Steve said patting me on the back. 

"I hope you don't hate me for this one, but I thought it would be pretty fucking funny to get one over on you like this."

The shock started to wear off a little, and I couldn't help but laugh myself as Brianna moved off of me again. She slid out of the thong and now standing before us completely nude, I could see her cock dangling between her smooth legs. It was semi-erect and probably about 8 inches and a bit thick too.

She continued dancing in front of us now, as Steve and everyone else continued laughing and so did I. After a while, Brianna slipped back into her thong and a shirt and Steve gave her a beer. The party was getting even better, and it was coming up on midnight now. We had turned down the music a little, so as not to piss off anyone in the other rooms and cause any trouble, but we were still having a lot of fun.

At about 11:45, I stepped back out onto the balcony feeling a little more drunk now then I had felt earlier. I lit up a new cigarette and took a drag, leaning against the railing and looking down at the street below, a big smile on my face. When I was drunk I always laughed at everything and smiled all the time. I heard the sliding glass door behind me open, and Brianna came out to join me by the railing, shutting the door behind her.

"Hope you don't mind me coming out here," she said. "I needed a smoke myself."

"I don't mind at all," I said, slurring my words a little.

"You got a light?"

"Yeah, definitely!"

I reached into my pocket and retrieved my zippo, flipping it open and holding it up for her to light her cigarette. Once it was lit, I put the lighter away again and watched as she took a drag. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, or how I actually felt... but even now that I knew she had a dick, I still found her incredibly sexy. 

Especially standing there smoking that cigarette right in front of me, with the moon light shining down on her.

"So birthday boy, are you having a good time?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah I am, it's a lot of fun."

"That's good," she giggled. "You aren't mad at your brother?"

"Nah, not at all. We play pranks on each other all the time. I don't think he's ever done anything like this before, but I don't mind or anything."

"Well that's good. So, how old are you today anyway?"

I guess they had left that part out when they hired her to come here. 

"I'm 21-years old... finally able to buy beer on my own."

"Wow, you look younger than that, I have to say. Maybe about 18 but you don't look 21 years old to me."

"Well, I take that as a compliment," I said, and she laughed as we both took a drag of our cigarettes.

"How old are you? I mean... if you don't mind me asking?"

I expected her to get pissed at me for asking, and actually regretted the question as soon as I had asked her. To my surprise though, she shrugged her shoulders and didn't seem mad at all.

"Take a guess," she said.

Just looking at her, I thought maybe a few years older than me... probably in her mid to late twenties, I suspected.

"Maybe about 28?"

"Wow, that's definitely a compliment," she laughed. "Actually, I'm 36-years young," she said. "No shit," I said, shocked once again by this beautiful woman. 

"You don't look a day older than 28, I swear."

"Awe, that's sweet."

We continued talking, and drinking, just the two of us out on the balcony while everyone else stayed inside and drank. It had started to rain, but we were dry under the roof above us that came out far enough over the balcony to keep the rain out. No one inside felt like coming out.

Before either one of us knew it, it was almost 2:00 in the morning. Our conversation had turned a bit flirtatious, and had been growing since then with the both of us flirting more and more heavily. I think she was a bit surprised at first that I was coming on to her, even after finding out that she had a penis. After a while though, she seemed to warm up to it and started going along without much hesitation. I sat down on a chair on the balcony and cracked open what I intended to be my final beer for the night, and took a swig.

"You know... I have to say. I have never seen a woman more beautiful than you Brianna."

"Oh really? Did you forget that I'm not your typical woman?"

"No, I remember," I said shaking my head. "But I don't care... you're a little different sure, but your still fucking beautiful."

"Well," she said blushing. "Thank you... did you like my dance earlier?"

"Oh, I loved it. Every second of it."

"Mm, really," she asked, coming over and sitting down on my lap in a similar position to earlier. She was still only wearing her thong as she sat down on me, and I could feel the stiffness of her cock against me as she brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

"Mmhm... I loved how soft your lips were too."

"Mm, all the better to kiss you with baby," she purred, leaning in and kissing me softly on the lips.

I moaned, as her tongue came sliding into my mouth again. My hand moved up her smooth legs and under the t-shirt she was wearing to massage her breasts. We were getting more and more intense with every passing moment, and I could not believe that I was getting into this right now. Our lips parted, and she went to start kissing and sucking on my neck. I started breathing a little heavier as her warm breath blew against my ear. 

"Tell me birthday boy... I'm guessing you don't have a girlfriend... am I right?"

"Mmhm... yeah, you are right."

"Good," she whispered, blowing warm breath on my ear again. 

She started sucking and gently biting on my neck, leaving a pretty large size hickey. Then she stopped and pulled my shirt off, tossing it to the floor and started licking and sucking my nipples. I moaned louder this time, the feeling of her warm set tongue against my nipples driving me crazy.

She started sucking on my chest, just above my left nipple, leaving a second, larger hickey in the place of her lips.

"I've left my mark on you now," she said seductively. "You're all mine now baby."

"Mm, you can have me babe," I replied, slurring a little.

"Wanna go inside... and take this a little further?" she asked.

"I think that sounds like a great idea," I answered.

She slid off my lap, took me by the hand and pulled me off of the chair. I opened the sliding glass door and we stepped into the hotel room off of the balcony. Everyone who stayed had fallen asleep, and I noticed a few people must have left because the crowd was smaller now. Down the hallway, and into one of the three bedrooms we went, shutting the door and locking it behind us. Once we were in there, Brianna turned around and shoved me down hard onto the soft mattress. She jumped on top of me, and pulled my sweat shorts down and threw them aside.

She removed her t-shirt, throwing it to the floor and revealing her breasts again. With me now only in my boxers and her only wearing her thong, Brianna got on top of me and leaned down, kissing me hard on the lips and grinding her ass against my cock. I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over onto her back, pulling the thong off and throwing it to the floor. 

Her hard cock sprang free, now standing at full attention... it was huge. I'm not sure what came over me, but I leaned in and started to lick the head of her shaft, causing her to moan softly underneath of me. 

"Oh fuck Jimmy... y-you don't have-"

I silenced her by taking her entire length in my mouth, and she gasped at the feeling of my hot mouth around her. I took as much as I could, until she reached the back of my throat and I jumped, gagging just a little. She sighed, running a hand through my hair and forcing my head down a little more over her cock. I continued to gag each time that I went down, until I adjusted and had managed to take her entire length after some work.

"Oh shit," she groaned. "You're really good at this."




The 21st Birthday Party



I just paid attention to pleasing her, bobbing my head up and down and sucking her cock to the best of my ability. I did everything that I enjoyed having done to me when I would receive a blow job, and it seemed to work perfectly from what I could see.

She finally pushed me away, and for a moment I thought that I might have done something wrong. I relaxed a little though, when she pushed me onto my back and got on top of me again, this time with her ass in my face and her cock hanging right in front of me. I moaned, as she took my own dick in her mouth and immediately started deep throating me... I might have been doing a good job, but she definitely seemed to be a lot better than I was. 

Groaning as she sucked my cock, I did the only thing I could do in this position, and leaned up to take her cock back in my mouth again. Now we were both sucking each other off, and I have to admit, it was the hottest experience of my life. I inhaled the musky aroma of her balls and her ass, moaning as the scent seemed to turn me on even more somehow.

I reached up and spanked her ass and she jumped, pushing her ass back harder against my face and her cock deeper down my throat. She stopped sucking mine, and pretty much started forcing herself as far down my throat as I could handle. She leaned forward, hands on the pillow under my head and started mouth fucking me, thrusting her cock in and out of my mouth. Then she stopped, and pulled out. I gasped for air as her dick slid out from between my lips and she got off of me, and turned me over onto my stomach. 

She spanked my ass... hard... then proceeded to do it again. Over and over again, spanking me harder each time until my cheeks were burning and probably beat red. It actually turned me on though. She spread my cheeks, and I could feel hot air blowing against my hole... it was her breath. I shivered and groaned as I felt something warm and wet moving up and down my ass crack... that was her tongue. 

She was performing a rim job on me, the first I had ever experienced. Then again, this night seemed to be filled with firsts so far. I took hold of my cock, and started slowly stroking as Brianna continued licking my asshole for a few moments longer. Then, I felt her index finger pushing into my hole, up to the knuckle and rubbing my prostate gland. I felt my dick swell up immediately, from the stimulation, and let go of it in order to avoid an unwanted early orgasm.

Brianna worked her finger in and out of my ass for a few moments, before pulling it halfway out and carefully inserting a second finger along with the first one. She pushed them both, deep inside of me, spreading me a little wider now and once again stimulating my prostate. 

I gripped the bed sheets, panting as she started slowly thrusting her fingers in and out of me, fucking my ass with her hand. 

She kept that up until she had spread me open wide enough to very carefully, insert a third finger. I felt like she was splitting me wide open at this point.

Three fingers, knuckles deep in my tight virgin ass... and very soon, she would replace them with something much bigger than fingers. I wondered how that was going to feel... if I would even be able to handle something like that. Something that big, eight inches total I assumed, deep in my ass. Would it hurt?

Brianna seemed to have reached a point, where she decided I was well prepared for the next course of action. She removed the three fingers from my hole, and gave me a hard smack on the ass causing me to jump and bite down on my lower lip. I felt both hands on my hips, and movement behind me, the bed shaking slightly as she slid closely behind me. I felt something hot, pressing against my hole. 

I could feel heat coming from it, and established it was the head of her cock pressing against me. Her hands moved up from my hips, and over my back, softly rubbing it for me to try and help keep me calm. After a few moments, she leaned in closer, and I felt the head of her shaft pressing into me. I was prepared enough, that I just hardly felt any pain at all until the head was actually all the way inside. Then, I felt what I can only describe as a hot, searing pain that almost made me want to tell her to stop. 

Instead though, I tried to roll with it, and bit my lip a little harder in an attempt to keep from screaming. She started slowly and carefully pushing deeper into me, inch by inch sliding into my hole, until she was about halfway inside.

Now, the pain was beginning to fade just a little bit. I was slowly adjusting to the size of her cock, and how foreign it felt to even have anything at all going in a spot like that. I sighed, a little relieved as it dawned on me that I was getting use to this. Slowly, she started easing deeper into me, and before I knew it, I could tell that she was balls deep in my ass. She groaned, and continued rubbing my back.

"You're so fucking tight baby," she whispered softly. "Your ass feels so fucking good."

"Mmhm... I'm glad you like it," I replied, still in just a little bit of pain.

"Are you alright love?"

"Yeah," I said, shaking slightly. "I'm okay... just go slow, please."

"Not a problem."

She stuck to her word too. Brianna slowly withdrew her cock about halfway, and then slowly pushed all the way back into me. I shook underneath of her, as she continued to do this, thrusting in and out of me at a nice slow and gentle place. It took close to a minute, before I felt completely comfortable, at which point Brianna began to pick up the pace a little bit. Now, she was fucking me a little faster, and with just a little more force behind her thrusts. 

The more into it I got, the more she increased her pace, until she was pounding my ass with long hard strokes.

I could hear the bed creaking underneath of me, and feel my legs shaking with every blow she delivered. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, along with the smell of sex. I buried my face in the pillow and began to moan, louder and louder as she slammed in and out of my ass, no longer bothering to show me any kind of mercy now.

She also started talking pretty dirty to me, which turned me on more.

"You like that Jimmy," she asked, out of breath. 

"Do you like my big fat cock deep in your tight little ass?"

"Oh fuck... y-yes," I moaned.

"Yeah? Mm, I bet you do baby. You love my cock in your ass, because your a dirty little cock slut, aren't you?"

"Fuck... yes,"

"Yeah, that's right. Tell me you like it Jimmy. Tell me you love my cock in your ass."

"I love your cock in my ass!"

SLAP

She started spanking me as she fucked me, over and over again, the sound of her hand against my ass cheek was quite loud. She stopped, and flipped me over onto my back, lifting my legs up and slipping right back into me with ease. Now we were going at it again, in missionary position with her looking right into my eyes. As she fucked me, staring into my eyes, I leaned up and we kissed. It was just as hot to kiss her, as it was to take her cock in my ass. 

Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and began wrestling with my own. I could feel my body starting to tremble, a little more violently and my cock beginning to swell up, ready to burst. I moaned louder then ever now, then cried out in pleasure as my orgasm overtook me and I exploded.

I shot my load straight up into the air, and it splashed across her tits and stomach. With my heart practically pounding in my chest, it took me a few moments to regulate my breathing and then I realized that even though I had finished my orgasm, my body seemed to still be trembling. 

Brianna continued to pound my ass, in spite of the fact that I had already reached my peak... I knew she wanted to get herself off now, and I could tell she was almost there. Her breathing got heavier, her thrusting more intense, and finally I felt her slam balls deep into my ass as far as she could go and she held herself there for a moment. I felt something warm filling me up, pumping deep inside of me... her cum. It was a strange sensation, but one that actually sort of turned me on a little more. 

When she was finally done, Brianna collapsed on top of me, exhausted. Breathing heavy, both of us sweating, and absolutely exhausted. She rolled off of me after a few moments, her cock sliding out of my ass and slowly returning to its flaccid state. 

We both laid there silently for a long time, drunken thoughts floating through our minds, before we drifted off to sleep. Once I was out, I was out. I don't remember waking up even one time the rest of that night.

Once I woke the next day, I felt pretty out of it for a few minutes. The early effects of a hangover were pretty quick to set in on me. My face was buried in the pillow, which smelled of perfume, and as I lifted my head up, I inhaled the smell of sex. Turning over, I found that Brianna was no longer next to me. In her place was a note that she had left me on her pillow.

Jimmy-

I had a lot of fun last night, and I am glad you did too. Happy birthday baby. Give me a call sometime.

Below that were numbers that I assumed were here phone numbers. I sat up in the bed, my ass a little sore and grunted at the dull ache that I felt back there. It had been a lot of fun... I just wished I could remember it all more clearly. 

All the more reason to give her a call at some point, like she had suggested. That would give me the chance to have a second round with her, this time sober, so I could remember it... in detail.



The 21st Birthday Party



Next thing, Kelvin's in right beside me and the damn amazing French girl's sending me right over the top by squeezing my balls gently and talking French to my dick while its's pumping in and out her mouth.

I came, hard, holding her silky hair, feeling her make appreciative noises as I pulled, amazed at this beauty who was swallowing everything I could give her. She took the lot, not spilling a drop. 

I slumped back, not really bothering if Kelvin took in the sight of my spent cock slipping from her lips or not – I was in that momentary headbuzz, post-cum, delirium, catching my breath.

Kelvin's interests were entirely focused on Felice, I was pleased to note, and she showed no moralistic objections to seeing the guy take his cock out and stroke it as he gazed at her open pussy and spectacular big tits. 

Sat beside his girlfriend she might have been for the night, sharing a house with his cousin and staying over with him and his family for this wedding weekend - it made no difference in terms of Felice's libido. She was positively wide-eyed with the acute horn and those nipples swelled with desire as she smiled hungrily at Kelvin's thick cock. He jerked it in short bursts, letting his hand whack against the wide rim of his swollen, mushroom-shaped, circumcised cockhead. 

She teased him a bit, if that were any more possible, by running her hands over her awesome breasts, pinching her pink rubbery tips. She ran a finger over the shiny purple flesh of Kelvin's helmet, looking at both of us with undisguised lust.

I felt another surge of desire re-inflate my sagging hardon – one of those situations in which your brain's so buzzed the dick never really goes down.

Kelvin stepped forward, letting Felice willingly, take his length into her mouth. 

"Oh, yes. . ." he smiled, winking at me as his hands moved Felice's head back and forth. I saw both her hands go between her legs again, watched her rub at her clit with one set of fingers while the other pummelled her gaping hole. All the while she let Kelvin fuck her mouth as fast and roughly as he wished. 

But he was a gentleman, never taking it beyond vigorous excitement, making them both moan with the thrill of it all. 

Slightly more detached, I heard inquisitive voices outside again. It stopped me from giving myself another jerk, caught at half-mast as my ears defied my eyes' orders and considered the danger nearby.

Then Kelvin was grunting, announcing he was coming. I think he went to release Felice's head – proper gent – but she was a real trooper – she left her own pussy alone and grasped his butt with both hands, forcing him to unload down her throat just as I had. Kelvin came with breathless, muttered expletives.

Felice lay back again as he recovered. Both of us drank in the sight of her aroused sex and fabulous figure. 

I wondered what next? A screw? But she said softly, reminding us, "Wehad better return. . ."

Of course, this was the cue for a panicking Kelvin and myself to hurriedly do our clothing back up. We heard a few guys right outside the door. I urged her to cover up with whispered warnings. She just smiled and said, "No –you two go now, go quick. I come soon. . ."

It puzzled me for a second but I soon realised that she actually wanted us to open the stall door – she was still so damn horny she desired the thrill of more exposure. 

A quick glance to Kelvin, then we took off. Four guys were gathered around the door. At first they looked appalled to see us two come out but that disgust soon hit awe when they looked behind us and saw the stall door wide open, but not as wide open as Felice's legs and that pussy still trickling her arousal. She had a look of mock surprise and added to the tease by holding both breasts in her hands so the guys couldn't catch a glimpse of her nipples. She quickly banged the door shut. The blokes looked at Kelvin and I like we were their new Gods. 

We grinned, shrugged, left. I checked back over my shoulder before going into the main hall again – the guys hadn't kept Felice prisoner or anything like that which had crossed my mind –she was giggling as she spilled out the gents, barging through the guys and straightening her skirt as she made for the ladies. They all followed us back in to the bar wearing the same shit-eating grins as us.

Something which did not go un-noticed by Kelvin's girl, Annie.

"What have you lot been up to?" she grinned, totally unsuspecting.

"Um, just, eh, sharing a laugh with those lads," said Kelvin. "One of them. . .Um, thinks he's got a chance with. . .Em, thingy. . ."

"Felice?" Annie looked intrigued.

"Yeah!" said Kelvin, performing brilliantly. "Damn, forgot her name for a sec. French an' that. . ."

Annie tutteed. "You're so daft sometimes. Which guy fancies her?" she looked at the receeding group of four as they approached the bar.

"Bloke with the bald head," I quipped. "Speaks French. . ."

Kelvin shot me a disbelieving look. I shrugged.

Annie and Melanie were looking over. Melanie said, "Well, I don't think much of him. .. Anyway, I think Felice might have had a bit much to drink. . .She's been gone to the bathroom for a little while. I might go see if she's alright. . ."

I wasn't sure what to say – 'It's okay she's probably just gargling with our sperm right now'?

Mercifully, the French vixen slinked back amongst us before I needed to speak, taking her seat between the two girls like nothing had ever happened. She smiled over at Kelvin and me as we asked politely along with the girls if Felice was bearing up okay.

Of course she was, she said, just needed some respite from the hot atmposphere – gone to 'suck in some air' she said, an excruciating joke on Kelvin and I who did amazingly well not to react suspiciously as the cheeky minx smiled sweetly at us.

Instead, I dragged the boy wonder up to the bar where we got drinks up while sharing our disbelieving delight with each other and getting our cover story right should anything untoward crop up later.

But we need not have worried. The girls were involved in girl chat when we returned and Kelvin and I spent the last hour of the party talking with each other and the occasional visitor to our table.

I finished my last drink, thinking strongly about getting home quick and shagging Michelle no matter how ill she was – the horn was well and truly on after the evening's thrills.

But Kelvin stayed my retirement by inviting me back to his family home for late drinks – with Annie, Melanie, and excitingly, Felice. All those girls staying over? I readily accepted, both Kelvin and I hoping for more sights of Felice's flesh and relishing the chance to give her more opportunity to dare. I saw it in her eyes, that mischief when we all got up to go get the taxi.

Then, a dampner.

No taxi - a run back with Kelvin's mum and dad and sister –the birthday girl. That meant another hour of polite conversation back at the farmhouse while they made coffee. 

We all sat round their large, expensively-furnished lounge for what seemd like ages before the parents said their goodnight. I was sure Kelvin's dad was eyeing up Felice. I had no angle on her, sitting where I was and neither did Kelvin. But I suspected his dad got a shock or two given where he had been sitting – perfect to catch Felice as she squirmed, perched on the broad arm of a couch next to Melanie. I bet the wife got an energetic seeing-to that night.

Kelvin put on some music when they were gone. I wondered if it might disturb them – worried about my chances of seeing Felice's pussy again before I went home more like – but Kelvin assured me their room was a suite in a another wing of the house, far from where we sat. Nice if you can get it, this big farmhouse 'wing' stuff. . .

That left the four girls and us two. Birthday girl Patricia was so sloshed with alcohol she did not last much longer than her parents, thanking us all for an amazing night, etc,etc, before finally staggering off to bed.

Kelvin decided it was cocktail hour when his sister was gone and Annie helped him prepare some lethal concoctions. I sat quietly while Melanie and Felice chatted. I thought I was being ignored but realised what was up when Felice became involved in an animated conversation with Melanie and moved position so she could suit next to her and talk excitedly with her hands in a mix of French and English. Whatever they were on about – vacations or something – was lost on me when I saw why Felice had moved – she was now beside Melanie on the couch opposite me, no longer perched on the arm where I couldn't quite see her; no, when she finished talking and turned to sit properly facing me, she was virtually directly across. Flashing heaven. I definitely felt the need for a drink when Kelvin re-appeared with Anine and five Velvet Sledgehammer cocktails. Sweet but powerful. A girl's favourite I knew from experience – one with definite aphrodisiac qualities.

Annie sat between Kelvin and I but spent most of her time snuggling up to him or nuzzling him while conversation carried on. This meant she was up on the couch, often on all fours as she bugged him for fun. I got her tight shiny ass in my face and was tempted to slip a hand between her silky thighs. But I just joined in the tomfoolery by plucking at the tiny silver sequins that made up her hotpants. It was as good a reason as any to touch her ass.

Cocktails were downed and the new shot of alcohol had everyone boosted again. Even Melanie was not as up her own backside as she was famed for, laughing along as Annie nibbled away at Kelvin's neck and earlobes while he tried to hold a semi-serious conversation with the delectable Felice. Conversation my ass – I knew he was daring her to attempt a flash, unspoken as it was; the subtle signals were clear. And she did. I saw the wicked gleam in her eye just before she parted her thighs and shuffled innocently on the couch. I also got a fine glimpse of her pussy again. I noted it was not as aroused as previously – not surprising, I know – and that mean those big labia almost closed over her slit. Bu t not quite fully – there was still the crinkled peek of inner lips to be seen in the unfettered detail of her bald coochie.

Ah, the warmth of human kindness – such a generous girl. I was beaming broadly, much to the surprise of Melanie who asked me what was up.

Before I could answer, Annie sent a chill arrow right into my gut. "I know!" she said loudly, pointing at Felice. "She's got no panties on!"

I froze. Kelvin definitely did. Felice looked utterly caught out. Melanie shrieked in disbelief, actually bending forward to look up Felice's skirt. 

Annie was shocked but laughing. "I knew it! You don't Felice, do you? Don't you know the boys can see right up your skirt from over here when you move?"

Felice played the part well – a blush and a cringing cover-up. Kelvin vehemently denied to Annie that he'd seen anything. I played innocent, too, cursing Annie aloud for not telling us. 

The joke worked – the mood was fun. Annie thought the whole thing hilarious anyway and grabbed at Kelvin' s crotch. "This thing would like to see Felice's flower, wouldn't it Kelvin?"

Melanie gasped in amazed mirth at the very suggestion, but asked Felice, "You really don't? Oh my god. Do you never wear any?"

Felice said softly in that sexy accent, "Not really. I like to feel the freedom. And to think men may glimpse my secrets is. . .exciting."

Melanie sat upright with a hand over her mouth, beautiful face utterly shocked, staring at Felice like she was from another planet.

Which she was, as far as Kelvin and I were concerned – planet sex, where women know exactly how to tease and please men. We'd experience the short landing there earlier. I really fancied locking into orbit around it. I probably could have orbited Felice's pneumatic tits – they were so perfect they surely had their own gravity system?. . .

"Well, why don't you show the guys?" Annie said it. I thought my eyes would pop out of my head; just like Kelvin's. He looked round his girl at me, then craned his neck to look up at her – she was crouched up on the couch, arms spread along the back. Her left hand, right above me, tapped me on the head. "Andy first – give him a good look Felice. Kelvin, shut your eyes."

I don't know if he did or not –I just turned my attention to Felice. She looked unsure as to Annie's sincerity. Melanie couldn't stop herself making little gasps of shock, still covering her mouth with her hand.

"Go on," Annie laughed, and dared her. "I've seen it. Let the boys have a look if you're serious about going commando. . ."

That was a definite green light. Felice needed no second confirmation. She slid her hips forward slightly and then pulled her short black skirt right up with both hands , letting her thighs fall apart and expose that bald fascinating beaver. I noted the change – inner labia now more prominent. Yes, she was getting a kick, and quickly.

Melanie sounded like she might faint. Annie yelped and clapped, "whoo! Go, go go. . ." She grinned at me and then frowned jokingly at Kelvin. "You cheat! You opened your eyes!"

He fixed a gormless grin, as I had, and said nothing. Felice shuffled and made a token effort to replace her skirt, but she left her cunt in full view, only closing her legs a few inches.

"You're amazing!" Annie said. "I've always wanted to do something like that when we're out but I never was brave enough. . ."

"You did?" Kelvin asked incredulous. He looked at me, a mix of shock and regret. "You never said!"

Annie shrugged, "Well, it's not the sort of thing. . .Well, it's a bit of a fantasy. . . I need to be a bit drunk even to think it. . ."

"Well you're certainly that," Melanie giggled.

Annie looked a bit perturbed. "Oh, so you've never gone commando?"

"No!"

"Or wanted to? Fantasised about it?"

"No! of course not. . ."

"Liar!"

"I am not!"

"Chicken!"

"It's not that! It's just. . .Well. . .not right. . .too daring for me," Melanie said with an apologetic look at Felice. "Does it turn you on? Really?"

Felice answered with typical studied French nonchalance, "It is just an expression of my sexuality. . .That is no crime for a girl. No?"

Of course, Melanie was just the type to feel socially inept and desperate to appear sophisticated. Predictable, she was at pains to agree with Felice's French reasoning, adding, "Yes, yes, yes. . .It's a good thing for women to. . .express themselves. . ."

"Well, then. Why don't you 'express yourself' Melanie?" said Annie, seeing her chance to wind up the princess.

"Don't be ridiculous," Melanie said, affecting her staid posture. "You mean like Felice? I would never."

"Chicken."

"Don't be childish."

"But you are."

"Oh, Annie, don't be so silly."

"I'll bet you've got a messy big bush. . ."

We all burst out laughing at that one. Melanie burned scarlet. She retorted, "Nothing of the sort. Why. . .Why, you can talk. . ."

"Me," Annie looked amused. "I go Brazilian!"

Felice looked puzzled. "What is that?" she asked with a misbegotten smile.

"Um, all baldy but just a bit at the front," Kelvin said, looking at Annie for approval. 

"I get waxed under and back, and leave a tiny thin strip at the front," Annie explained. 

"Ah, yes! Of course," said Felice eyes brightening. "I misheard. Yes. I wax and shave. 

I can get very hairy. It is a problem. .. I prefer to be smooth. And it is more exciting to show smooth – the boys can see. . .everything. . ." She looked down at herself, absently spreading her thighs some more for access. 

What a view I got – that fleshy crack opening like petals. Shining at the centre. Kelvin and I exchanged glances, silent shouts of glee. He sipped at the dregs of his cocktail, toasting me clandestinely. I returned, putting my glass to my lips but choking before I could drink as Annie stood up and, speaking to Felice and Melanie, started to undo her hotants.

Kelvin spluttered, "Annie. . ."

She was busy telling Felice she would show her what she meant. Then she caught Kelvin's disbelieving voice and looked round at me, saying, "Oh what the heck, Andy's discreet. Anyway, he's seen one pussy tonight already. I don't think he'll mind too much if he glimpses another. Well?" 

I didn't know what to say, so I just made a 'carry-on' gesture with my hand, nodding. 

Kelvin gaped at me, silently mouthing, 'Wow!'.

"I take it you won't mind if I 'go commando' like Felice, you horny dog?" Annie said to Kelvin with a glance.

"Um, if you want, honey. . ."

"So you don't?"

"Hell, no. . .you think it'll turn you on?"

"For goodness sake, Kelvin, I'm just comparing 'haistyles'. I'm not a damn lesbian!"

"Cool, cool. .. "

Melanie was giggling nervously. 

Annie smiled at Kelvin, me, and then got busy with the waist button of her hotpants. I thought for a minute it was all off – she couldn't unfasten them. But, after a round of cursing, it all happened in one swift movement.

The sexy little slim thing with the short blonde bob was standing side-on to me, facing Melanie and Felice on the opposite couch. She swiftly bent and slid the shiny hotpants down to around mid-thigh level. The bare side of her hip and her delectable tight butt was only a foot from me. I caught a warm waft of womanly scent, and tried ever so inconspicuously to lean enough to see her pussy.

What I saw was Annie bend forward slightly, arc her hips up towards her and frame her mound between her hands as she explained the shave to Felice.

Frustratingly, I just glimpsed a thin strip of light-brown hair, but had the enticing sideways view of her groin valley –the shallow indent leading to the juncture of her thighs. 

"And they pull away right under," she said, pushing her hips forward some more, to bare her undercarriage. Fingers still by her pussy, I just saw snatches (pardon the pun) of her labia as she ran her fingers under her crotch. "It gets a bit raw at first," Annie continued, and this time she patted her pussy. This meant she lifted her hand away and back. In the timespaces between, I saw her tight neat lips and the stubbly nub of flesh poking out the top of her crack – her labia did not quite conceal her clit.

My neck was agony. I leaned back into the couch, filling my eyes with Annie's bite-sized ass. I loved the white bikini-lines – wide patches of pale flesh on her butt contrasting with the gentle tan of her back and thighs.

Kelvin and I locked gazes. He appeared amazed but ecstatic. I just mimed awe.

"That is very nice," Felice said to Annie. "Very sexy." Have you ever taken everything off?"

"Oh, no – never," Annie said, straightening up but keeping those hotpants about her thighs. Her buttocks flexed. I drooled; within groping distance. What held me back I don't know. Possibly mortal fear of ending the show right then.

"I can't believe you're doing this in front of Andy," Melanie said gaping her amazement. That luscious mouth of hers, lipstick perfect, teeth a pearly dazzle was open at just the right angle for me to shove my thumping hard cock into. I smiled as the thought got me harder.

"Oh, Andy's cool with it," Annie said. I nodded eagerly even though she never glanced back at me.

"The nerve. . ."Melanie went on. "And you are the liar, Annie."

"Why?"

"you said you never go commando."

"I don't."

"Liar! You've no panties on underneath those hotpants!"

"Oh, don't be stupid. They're as much panties themselves. Too damn tight. I get chafing from them." With that she bent back over to inspect her crotch again, showing Melanie and Felice right in the side creases where her pussy met her thighs. 

Felice, the devil, took her chance for some self-stimulation. She agreed about the chafing with Annie but it was just an excuse to run her own fingers along the sides of her pussy. The fleshy lips squished in between her hands, juices to the fore. She was grinning slyly at Kelvin and I, and on her upward stroke, I saw her clit hood pull back, the light pink bud popping for attention. 




The 21st Birthday Party



Annie was smiling, one hand still lightly rubbing along her own pussy. Their private joke was shared though - us guys knew what was up.

"Yeah," giggled Annie the chafing is hell. But it can feel good to get some air on it, can't it?"

"Oh, you two are the limit!" Melanie gasped, laughing reluctantly. "Trying to drive the poor guys crazy. . ."

"Like heck," Annie said. "I'm only saying how annoying wearing those pants can be. . .In fact, they're staying off 'til bedtime," she declared, and with one shuffle and a kick, let the hotpants drop to her ankles and stepped out of them. 

She stood there completely bottomless save for the sexy silver platformed pumps on her feet.

Melanie shrieked this time. Annie put her hands on hips, turned to each side, shooting 

Wicked glances at Kelvin and I. 

"Looking great, honey," he said.

I whistled my appreciation. Across the room, Felice was still playing gently with her pussy.

Annie laughed and sat down in between us guys. I had a good look down at her crotch, slim thighs pressed together, but she was wriggling with a gentle motion. That thin stripe of soft down led the way to two little bumps - the beginning of her labia which disappeared underneath. In between I could clearly see her clitty poking through – a little flap of puckered flesh between the nascent rise of her smooth outer lips.

Annie's perky chest was rising and falling in heavy breaths, She was trying her best to conceal her arousal with a cheeky bright smile but she couldn't help herself from groping the lump which was Kelvin's cock.

"Enjoying this, baby," she said, a bit breathless. She then turned her face to me. So close. I saw her eyes flit south, checking out my own rigid crotch. For a second I expected her to grab me, too, but she looked back up, beaming, "You too, Andy?"

"Yep," I said, somewhat strained. "Very nice pair of. . .Of coochies, you two have. . ."

The girls giggled. Annie repeated me, mocking. "Coochies. . ."

"Do you find it thrilling, Annie?" Felice asked her direct. I saw the French chick's eyes had that same hooded, lustful appearance as I'd experienced in the bathrooms earlier. She was tripping on this. She'd left her own pussy alone, but still kept it on full display.

Annie said, "Yeah, I think it's fun to be half-naked with people around. Especially strange guys. . ." She looked at me; Cheeky. "And especially with another girl teasing, too."

"I can't believe what a pair of trollops you to are," Melanie said, mostly in jest.

"Oh, come on,Melanie," Annie snapped, "You're getting off on it, too. . ."

"I am not!"

"Yes you are – sitting there checking out the guys' hardons!"

Melanie looked even more outraged than she'd managed previously- which was no mean feat. "You liar!"

"Come off it – I see you. Chicken – taking but not giving."

"What?"

"Chicken. Won't even take her panties off with such a long dress on.

"It's not that lon. . . oh, don't be ridiculous! I don't do that!"

Her dress was mid-thigh, white, tight silky. I egged Anine on silently. To see Melanie's pussy must be the equivalent of finding the lost ark of the covenant. You'd probably need nazis and an adventurer with a whip to persuade her.

"Like I said – probably a big awful bush," Annie sniped.

"That's ridiculous. I. . .It 's fine, thank you. . ."

"Do you shave, Melanie," Felice asked, all innocent.

Melanie stumbled over her words, flitting glances between Kelvin and I, blushing again. "I. .. Yes, I keep tidy. . ."

"Show us then," Annie said loudly. "Felice and I have. . ."

"You two are exhibitionists! You like this!"

"You're a chicken!"

"Stop being childish. . ."

"If Kelvin shows you his will you show yours?"

"What?" Kelvin was taken by surprise, too. 

Annie fell on him, unfastening his buttons. 

"Annie. . ." He looked at me. I shrugged.

"Yes, Annie. . Let us see," Felice shouted, winking at Kelvin. That relaxed him a bit. Just a bit – he was shooting nervous glances at Melanie who watched on, transfixed. She was leaning forward, too, and for the first time I got a good cleavage view of her superbly-proportioned breasts, defined by a swell of deep, tanned cleavage at the top of her dress's swooping chest cut.

Annie giggled and yelped in triumph as she freed Kelvin's cock and waved it around. He was rock-hard, and sporting wood to be proud of. Annie eased his jeans and shorts down so he half-lay there, hips bare and balls now fully on show, too. Annie gave his shaft a few jerks and spoke to Melanie as she fondled Kelvin's balls. "Now this is exhibitionism, Melanie. . ."

"That is so lovely," Felice cooed. She stroked one hand over her pussy lips, drawing a trail of moisture onto her bare prominent mound.

"I can't believe it," Melanie gasped. "You're outrageous, Annie."

"And you're still chicken!"

"Ha!" Melanie said. "You're crazy!"

"A bet's a bet. . ."

"I never made a bet!"

"You never play spin the bottle? Doctors and nurses?"

"Like I said, you're being childish. . ." but Melanie was laughing. Those fine boobs jiggled under the white silk of her expensive party dress.

"I think Kelvin deserves to see some of you, Melanie, " Felice said, upping the stakes considerably – as I've pointed out, Melanie held this French 'sophisticat' in high pretentious regard, so her opinion carried gravity in Melanie's world.

"This is crazy. .. "Melanie said. "What if. .. "

"We won't get disturbed," Annie answered, intuiting her thoughts. 

"Nope," added Kelvin, pretty dreamily, "miles away, they are. . ."

"Don't be crazy," Melanie protested looking between Annie and Felice.

"Oh, Melanie. .. " Felice said with a sexy smile. "Look, I will show him more just so you can do a little. . ." With that, the horny exhibitionist pulled her little top right off, letting those magnificent tits settle into heir full bare glory. Her raw sexuality was freed, only a thin ruffled skirt concealing total nudity; it concealed nothing anyway, let her sexual areas show completely.

Melanie gasped, "Oh! You are wild,Felice. . ."

"Not wild. . it is just fun. .. The guys think so, yes?"

Kelvin and I gave our full support.

"You now," Annie said to Melanie.

For a moment I really did think she would go for it herself. But that expensive private schooling and superiority complex kicked in. She shook her head, laughing, "I couldn't. . No way. . .I can't."

"You'd better," said Annie with a develish smile, wagging Kelvin's thick, erect cock about. "You'll disappoint the guys."

"No way."

"I'll do it for you," Annie said,, narrowing her eyes.

Melanie laughed the threat off.

"I 'm serious."

"Yeah,right." But Melanie looked mildly ruffled. She shot a glance at the near-naked Felice. "I mean, look at Felice's awesome body. . .i'm not competing. . "

"Oh, blow," Annie contended, "It's not about competition, silly. It's just fun. I've got no boobies to match those – look. . ." Annie whipped her tight silvery top off, throwing it at Melanie. She was naked! Right next to me. Her handful-sized tits were capped by brown nipples with almost no visible aureole; extremely perky yet small and petite like her figure. Kelvin took a little feel.

"You pair of tarts!" Melanie shrieked, laughing apprehensively. 

"Chicken!" Annie yelled, and launched herself across the room.

That slim body and tight butt fell onto Melanie who was frantically defending herself, laughing like a drain but punctuating her mirth with dire warnings.

Annie was ingnoring her. She called to Felice for aid. Felice seemed to check with Kelvin if it was okay. All he did was pass on her look to me. I made the facial equivalent of a shrug – very French-like, I thought. It worked on Felice. With a wicked laugh she piled in to help Annie.

Felice's greater size helped pin Melanie to the couch from the waist-up, those big tits pressing all over Melanie's face and own chest. 

Annie was struggling to pull Melanie's kicking legs clear of the couch, but she manage to force herself between them and kneel on the floor, jamming Melanie's knees under her armpits. I got a superb doggy-stykle view of Annie's sweet little butt and her neat but flushed pussy - her lips were parted and a strip of moist pink could be seen right the way down the centre towards her tiny puckerd asshole. All framed by her shapely little buttocks and thighs.

"Fucking hell," Kelvin said to my right. I saw he was openly wanking at the scene before us. If it hadn't been for our close encounter with Felice earlier that night I might have been a bit reluctant to start jerking off on a couch beside another guy but that had shown we were both no danger to each other. So, relenting to the sheer horniness of the situation – indeed the night in general – I slid down my own lower garments and felt the great rush of baring my cock to a room of three strange women. 

Three strange women who at that moment had no interest in me baring my cock or beginning to wank off while I watched the two naked ones hold down the clothed one.

Melanie was squirming like mad, pleading for mercy in that high, giggly frenzy. Felice was tickling her as well as pinning down her top half.

Annie was loving the power. "No mercy, miss perfect. The boys want to see your perfect pussy. . ."

That set Melanie off again - a mix of squeals and shrieks. She tried to kick her legs furiously but Annie, for her size, was strong – once at dance college apparently. 

I couldn't help but jerk with a delicious buzz in my groin as I watched Annie shove Melanie's silken dress up, up her taut, stockinged thighs and around her waist to reveal a white thong, similar to the dress in material. The stockings were hold-up and contrasted beautifully with the tan flesh above. 

Annie forced herself between Melanie's thighs – wedged there for control but as she twisted and heaved with effort and Melanie attempted to wriggle away, I got successive glimpses of Melanie's crotch and saw sure signs of dampness staining that thong. As the light caught her cleft perfectly, a lovely camel-toe was framed, definitely darker with moisture where the material wedged between her slot.

"Go on, honey," Kelvin urged Annie. 

She did. With Felice frantically stopping Melanie's arms from flapping her away, Annie grabbed Melanie's thong's waist-strings with a hand either side and pulled violently, throwing herself back towards Kelvin and I, hauling off the thong in the process.

Melanie's white-stockinged, toned legs kicked fresh air. My eyes raced between them – a long slit, formed by two large, yet perfectly symmetrical lips. On the mound above, a neatly-shorn slim triangle which finished just above those bulbous labia. A pussy so very neat and perfect, just like its debutant owner.

Melanie was squealing loudly, gasping for air. Laughing, Annie stood and came over to us. Felice pulled away, looking at Melanie's pussy. 

"You two are crazy," Melanie yelped, leaning forward to attemopt a coverup. Then she stopped. Her hand, brilliantly, never even made it to her pussy. We could still see her bush and the top of her slit along her closed thighs.

The 'problem' was me. Kelvin's cock she'd already seen out. But now she realised both of us were jerking off.

"Oh my God. . Andy. . ."

Annie looked down, seemed to notice for the first time as well. "Wow! Andy! Wow. . ."

And Felice of course, cooed over, "Lovely Andy (Andee). . That is beautiful. . ." She wasted no time in attacking her own pussy again while she ogled Kelvin and I.

Three women, pussies on show, staring at my very hard cock. I wanked with a smile, slightly nervous.

But Annie put paid to any inhibitions by saying, "Oh, yes guys. . .I want to as well. . ." She slid a hand to her pussy as she stood in front of us and hooked a middle finger right up into her wet hole. She made sure I got a great view, pushing her hips forward. Kelvin nodded to me with a broad smile.

Annie bent forward – thought she was going to blow me - and placed Melanie's thong over my dick as my fist pumped in steady rhythm. It stuck to my swollen cockhead, the copious precum soaking right through it, mingling with Melanie's own juices. I could smell both Annie and Melanie – each pussy sweet and enticing.

Another shriek of jolly outrage from Melanie as Annie delivered her panties to my cock.

Annie glanced round, still fingering herself and told Melanie, "You better get naked."

"No way. . ."

"I'll come over there and do it. .."

"You better not. This dress cost. . ."

Felice stopped her, persuaded her, "Then take it off, Melanie. . .have fun. . .do not let Annie tear it. . ."

"I. . I cant'. . ."

Felice looked very deep into her eyes as she rubbed at her own clit and ran her open palm over her big juddering tits. "Try it Melanie. . .Such fun. . .So free. . ."

Surprisingly the last bit of meaningful persuasion came from Melanie's cousin, Kelvin. He said over, "Everything will be cool, Mel. . .just for tonight. . .no mention. . ."

That soap-queen face, as perfect in its symmetry as the pussy I'd glimpsed below, barely let a crease of a frown pass over before Melanie made her mind up. She lifted off the couch. Her damn dress was still rucked around her waist!

Long legs toned and enhanced even more by spectacular white heels to set off the stockings, she stood up, feet apart enough for me to see all the way up between her shiny thighs to that luscious pussy. Her short dark triangle betrayed the longish blonde bobbed cut of her head. A natural brunette? I wondered. But the bush did not lie, framed as it was by a tantalising white patch. With a shaky sigh, Melanie lifted her dress over her head, exposing a toned tummy and those fantastic full tits of hers enclosed in her matching silky white bra.

There she stood, only the bra, stockings and heels. She took a deep breath before she could look any of us in the eye. 

"Awesome, Melanie, "I said. 

She smiled. Kelvin added his praise. 

Annie looked round at Melanie, her finger making little squishy noises just feet from my face as it flashed in and out her wet cunny. "Hey, you're not naked," she said, smiling.

Melanie hesitated. Felice added, "Tyry it," as she fingered her lush quim.

Another deep breath. Then Melanie's bra came off. Those breasts – magnificent, a tanned pair of firm but natural flawless mounds, curving out from her torso with the fine lines and shade of Sahara dunes, peaked by dollar-sized aureole bearing dark pink nipples which, in their state of firm arousal, jutted out in a very tempting carnal way, each about the length of half my thumb – an inch or so. . .they were not thick but long, enticing. . .

"You look beautiful," said Felice. "How do you feel?"

Melanie looked at the four of us, all masturbating, and mumbled, "It's. . .quite horny. . ."

"Quite?" Kelvin smiled. "I'll say. . ."

"You like watching as well?" Annie asked Melanie.

Before she could answer, Annie clambered onto Kelvin, turned to face the other girls, looked at me then my throbbing dick with undisguised lust and squatted an inch over Kelvin's hard cock, parting her lips with the fingers of one hand, revealing her soaking pink hole and shiny hard clit. "Does it get you like this?" Annie grinned at Melanie.

Melanie definitely blushed, which was quite a sight on a naked babe (well, stockings excluded but that made her somehow 'more' naked) with model looks and figure like hers. You somehow never imagine them shy or retiring. Uptight, yeah, but Felice and Annie had done a hell off a job to loosen up Melanie. And stiffen up Kelvin and I. 

Melanie breathed in a quivering breath and sighed, "Sometimes. . ."

Annie lowered herself right down onto Kelvin's hard cock, taking his formidable thick shaft right up her tight little pussy. I was leaning forward, sort of quarter turned to watch as I wanked.

Annie moaned loudly. 

"Oh my god. . ." Melanie said

"Now you can watch this," Annie gasped and started to lift up and down, letting us all see Kelvin's cock slip in and out the wet pussy lips clamped around it.

Felice said something in French, increasing her masturbation until she was in time with Kelvin an Annie's fucking. Her wet cunt was splashing juices everywhere. It was great to see what I'd only glimpsed and heard in the bathrooms hours ago. 

Melanie looked hypnotised by the screwing on my couch. Hypnotised, but a vision of sexuality. She looked along at me. I smiled up. She looked around and down at Felice, gasped at the ferocity of the French girl's wanking, the erotic rawness of those spectacular tits swaying and shuddering in time to her manipulations.

In a trance, Melanie slid a hand over her own chest, touching her nipples ever so gently. Her eyes kept flitting around, drinking in the carnal show. 

Beside me the sound of Kelvin and Annie's screwing was driving me crazy – the rhythmic squelching as she slammed her cunt down on his hard cock was mind-blowing. She was beginning to moan and groan unintelligibly. Kelvin had his hands on her hips controlling the speed at which they fucked. 

Annie flicked fingers across her clit. She let out a high-pitched mew, whining that she would come soon.

Kelvin uged her on. So too did Felice from the opposite couch. The French beauty was bucking on her fingers and talking filth in her own language. I had a great view as she thrust fingers up her hot cunt, eyes closed, cumming hard.

Melanie moved closer to Annie and Kelvin, still entranced by their live sex show. That meant she also came closer to me. My seated angle allowed me a dynamic view right up her body from knee height – Her beautiful dazzling eyes gazed down wide and full of wonder at me, as I drank in the sight of those jutting breasts of hers, curving out above me to their long puckered nipples. One hand rested flat just below her tits. The other she moved slowly lower, down over the shallow curve of her lower belly, gently running through her cropped puibic triangle and sliding between and around her big swollen labia. Her middle finger disappeared in the fleshy channel, parting her outer lips, coming out glistening with her juices.

Melanie gazed at my dick. I lifted my hips a little, sort of jerking it up towards her. I heard her emit a little stifled moan.

From the side, Annie crying out her orgasm. Kelvin breathing hard, heavy – but I saw, briefly, his eyes were on Melanie, too.

Then she was blocked out from my view. Felice's magnificent form climbed onto my lap. She had shed her skirt and was now totally naked. She was hot, smelled amazing - a mix of sex and perfume. Her hair fell about my face and her tits brushed across my lips and squashed against my chest as she mounted me with urgency.

She was still talking fast and sexy in her native tongue. I could only agree with a series of breathless yeses as she took my cock and guided it into her hot, soaking hole. 

She was tight, her pussy convulsing. She immediately began to buck furiously on me. Her juice ran all over my balls. She seemed to be having multiple orgasms, losing control in a delightful way.

I felt her hand on my balls. Then realised both her arms were wrapped around my neck. I moved to the side, bent round to see Melanie crouched, fondling me, holding the base of my shaft as it pumped in and out of Felice's meaty bald quim. Melanie still looked entranced. Both her hands were in use - one on me and the other on Felice's ass as it pumped up and down.

I felt I would blow with the sheer eroticism of it all. I told Felice I was going to come soon. I should have kept my mouth shut: Frustratingly, she pulled off me, my dick slopping out of her cunt and slapping on my stomach. Melanie kept stroking it gently, silent and enrapt.

Felice asked hurriedly if there were any condoms. Goddammit! Not on me – 'Mr. Faithful', and Kelvin didn't have any.