Five Is a FUN Crowd...

Five Is a FUN Crowd...

“I don’t think you’ll be able to top what you did for my birthday last year—or the year before, for that matter,” Brittany said as she rolled over to face Brad on a sunny Friday morning.

“Maybe,” he yawed. “Maybe not. I’m quite an imaginative guy.”

“Why don’t we just start the celebration now?” she asked, running her hand down his chest, abdomen, then under the blankets. Brad’s cock throbbed slightly in anticipation, wanting to feel her hand take him, stroke him, and make him explode. But he pushed the desires aside for the moment.

“Probably not a good idea,” he smiled.

“It’s never a bad idea,” she said, biting his ear. “I want you inside of me—hard—now.”

“I do to,” he said, his hips squirming slightly. “But you’re going to need to trust me on this, honey. And the one thing I can tell you is, you should be saving every ounce of energy you have. Come to think of it, you should probably eat some Wheaties too.”

“Hmm, sounds like it’s going to be fun, whatever it is,” she said.

“It will be if you do exactly what I tell you. Are you game?” he asked, his eyebrow arching as he turned to face her.

“Hell yes I am.”

“Okay, good, then listen up. We are getting out of bed, then you are going to brush your teeth and get dressed, nothing else.”

“I can’t even take a shower?” she asked.

“No,” he shook his head. “And no more questions,” he smiled. “Just brush your teeth, get dressed, and be in the car in fifteen minutes.”

She climbed out of bed and found a comfortable pair of shorts and a shirt, brushed her teeth and made it down to the car with plenty of time to spare. She found Brad already waiting, and the second her door shut, they were off, rolling down the road in the hot morning sun.

“Don’t ask,” he said about five minutes into the trip.

“Don’t ask what?”

“Where we are going—you were about to ask. Like I said, no questions. Questions mean you are thinking, and today you don’t get to think. You just get to relax and enjoy,” I reach over and pat your leg.

It isn’t long before you recognize where we are going, and an hour and a half later, your suspicions are proven as we arrive at the Oregon coast and pull into an expensive hotel. I grab some bags out of the trunk and lead you inside, not even allowing you to open the door for yourself even though I am carrying everything. A short trip up the elevator and I am unlocking our room door. I push it up and you follow me inside.

The suite was massive. There was a large, open living area with a sectional couch, a king sized bed with mirrors, and a Jacuzzi bathtub. Brad had barely dropped the bags on the bedroom floor when there was a knock on the door. He left her relaxing on the bed while he answered it.

“Right on time,” she heard him say. “Come on in.” She got off the bed and walked into the living room where she saw Brad standing with three other ladies. “Ah, here’s our birthday girl now.”

“Hello Brittany,” the first said, extending her hand. She was short, petite, with straight, deep red hair and green eyes. “I’m Trish; it is nice to meet you.” She was dressed in a short, snug-fitting sun dress and low heals.

“Nice to meet you, Trish,” Brittany said as they shook hands.

“I’m Paige,” said the second girl, her face beamed with a warm smile as she took Brittany’s hand. She was taller than Trish, though not overly so, with an athletic, toned body that was visible even under her cargo shorts and tshirt. Her deep brown hair and eyes rounded out a very attractive package.

“Last, but not least, I’m Jen,” said the third as she took Brittany’s hand directly from Paige. She was the tallest of the trio, by far. Her build was curvy but lean, her hair long and blonde, and her blue eyes piercing. Her lips were full and sensual, even without any lipstick. She wore a tight, black dress that cradled her figure perfectly.

“The ladies are going to help you get ready for your birthday activities. If I’m not mistaken, you’ll be starting her off, Trish?”

“Absolutely,” Trish said, taking Brittany by the hand and leading her into the bathroom.

“What are we doing?” Brittany asked after they’d both walked into the bathroom and Trish had shut the door behind them.

“Well, Brittany, YOU are not asking any questions,” she winked. “You can thank Brad for that, because he told us the rules ahead of time. Why don’t you have a seat over here for now,” she said, patting a small stool near the tub. Brittany sat down as Trish started the water. “There we go,” Trish said a few minutes later. “That looks like it’s high enough for you to at least get in.” She reached out and took Brittany’s hand, pulling her gently to a standing position.

“Do you want me to—“ Brittany began, but Trish instantly put her finger to her mouth, motioning for her to be quiet. “Oh—right, no questions,” Brittany said.

Trish got down on her knees, grabbed Brittany gently but firmly on one of her calves, and lifted her foot off the ground, slipped her shoe and sock off, then repeated the process with the other foot. Still on her knees, she reached up and popped the button on Brittany’s shorts, then tugged them gently to the ground, followed by her panties. Brittany couldn’t help but take a deep breath, feeling herself flush slightly. Trish was less than a foot from her, and on her knees. Her mouth was so close that Brittany could feel her warm breath on her. But before Brittany could continue the thought, Trish had stood up and slid her hands under Brittany’s shirt, sliding her hands up her sides and helping the shirt off in one fluid motion.

“There we go; into the tub with you,” Trish said, giving Brittany a playful slap on the behind.

Brittany climbed in, feeling the warm water embrace her naked body and enjoying the luxury of so much room to stretch out. Trish, in the meantime, had peeled off her own clothes, letting them drop to the ground in a small pile at her feet before climbing into the tub. She reached over and grabbed a bar of soap, dunked it under the water and began to lather her hands slowly. Setting the soap down at last, she rubbed her hands together for a few moments, then slid over to sit next to Brittany.

“Probably easiest if you stand up for this part,” Trish smiled. Brittany, not quite sure what was about to happen, hesitated for a moment but finally stood up. Trish stood up with her, putting her hands on Brittany’s shoulders, rubbing the soap over her body slowly, gently, and methodically, not missing a single inch of flesh as she continued her journey over her body. Brittany felt her nipples tighten as Trish’s hands worked over her breasts. She noticed two other things as well. One Trish spent a great deal more time there than was probably necessary, not that she minded. And two, she caught Trish biting her lower lip as she did so. Eventually, she continued her journey south, running her hands over Brittany’s abdomen and thighs. Brittany took a rapid breath as Trish’s hands moved to the insides of her thighs and up--so close--so close, but still not touching her where Brittany found herself hoping she would.

“Okay so far?” Trish asked.

“Perfect,” Brittany said.

“Good, then let’s sit you back down to rinse you off so we can do the rest,” she said, helping Brittany back to the seat. She ran her hands over her then, rinsing the soap off, then helped her back to her feet and turning her around. They chatted idly while Trish completed the procedure on Brittany’s back, her hands covering every inch of her, down to her lower back and ass, and getting the back of her thighs. After rinsing her off again, she turned Brittany around slowly and sat her down on the edge of the tub lifting her legs up and spreading them slowly.

“May I?” Trish asked, reaching for a razor and a bottle of shaving cream.

“Please,” Brittany smiled. As Trish sprayed the shaving cream onto her hand and then began to spread it between Brittany’s legs, her mind began to wander. There were two other women in the suite with them, not to mention Brad, and she couldn’t help but wonder what else was in store for her. Her mind was pulled back to the present as Trish’s hands worked the cream into a rich lather on her pussy. She caught herself moving her hips twice, but stopped herself. Trish smiled briefly, obviously noticing, but did not take her eyes off of her area of focus. And Brittany noticed a few things herself. Trish licked her lips several times while she was working, and her nipples were so hard that they looked like they might pop in Brittany’s mouth, if only she could suck them for a moment. It excited Brittany. And she enjoyed watching Trish’s naked body while she shaved her. She watched Trish’s eyes, fixed firmly on her pussy, her legs spread and completely exposed to her. Trish took her time shaving her, going slowly and carefully over every inch of her until she was finished.

Trish leaned forward after she’d completed her work. Brittany felt her breath on her, then Trish turned her head slightly, brushing her cheek up against her, brushing gently against her lips and clit.

“Smooth as a baby’s bottom,” she said, then pulled away. She sat and stared a Brittany for a moment, then a smile crept up on her.

“What’s that smile for?” Brittany asked, her own smile showing then.

“I was just thinking--I’ve never had anyone shave me. Care to be my first?”

“Oh yes; I would love that,” Brittany said, reaching over and grabbing the shaving cream. Trish leaned back, opening her legs for Brittany, which made her own pussy clench down for a moment. Trish was well trimmed, but Brittany was determined to make it last. No sense in rushing. After all, it was her birthday and Brad had always made it abundantly clear that she should have fun on her special day. This certainly met that criteria, she though as she lathered the cream in her hand.

Brittany worked the cream into a thick, rich lather and then rubbed it slowly over Trish. She took her time. It only took about fifteen seconds to apply it, but she took another minute or two enjoying the sensation of having her slippery hand between Trish’s legs--open for her--exposed. Brittany bit at her bottom lip, her thumb accidentally brushing against Trish’s clit.

“Oops, sorry,” Brittany said softly, without sounding sorry at all. And she didn’t miss the reaction in Trish’s body when she did. She felt it tense in anticipation, and her hips swayed slightly.

“No--problem at all,” Trish said, opening her eyes again after clamping them shut when she was touched. Brittany picked up the razor and went to work, slowly and carefully. And with each stroke of the blade she uncovered more and more of her. I want her in my mouth, Brittany thought.

“I’d love to, but we can’t, and I can’t tell you why,” Trish said, as if reading her mind.

“Damn him,” Brittany said playfully. “He better make this up to me or I may have to kill him,” she said, staring at Trish and hoping for some answers, but none came. Trish just smiled. She knew something, that much was obvious, but she wasn’t going to talk. Brittany knew that too. “Well, if there’s nothing else I can do for you, I guess we are done,” Brittany said, pouting.

“For now, yes,” Trish said. There was that smile again. The smile that knew much, but said nothing.

Trish got out of the tub first, grabbed a towel and dried herself off, then put her clothes back on while Brittany rested in the tub. When she’d finished dressing, she reached down and helped Brittany to her feet, out of the tub, and then slowly dried her off, from head to toe. Brittany bent over, reaching for her own clothes, but Trish stopped her.

“You won’t need those just yet; come with me,” she smiled, taking Brittany by the hand. She led her out into the main suit and then into the study. There was a massage table set up, and Jen was waiting patiently for them.

***

Chapter 2

“I hope you’re ready for a nice massage,” Trish said, patting the table.

“Always,” Brittany said.

“Then I’ll leave you in Jen’s very capable hands. Enjoy,” she said, leaving and closing the door on her way out.

“Did you enjoy the first part of your present?” Jen asked.

“Oh yes,” Brittany said, then looked at the table. “Towel, no towel?” she asked.

“I’ll massage anything and everything that’s not covered, so it’s up to you,” Jen said. There was just a trace of a smile on her lips, and it was as playful as it was devious.

“In that case--” Brittany said, taking the towel off and throwing it on the ground next to the table. She got onto her stomach, getting comfortable on the table, then relaxed.

“Alright, you just relax and let me take care of you. And as I’m sure you already know--no questions,” Jen said, giving Brittany a playful swat on her bare ass.

“You too, huh?” Brittany said. “I suppose I’ll find out everything eventually.”

“That you will,” Jen said, pouring the first shot of oil on Brittany’s back. She moaned in response.

“Mmmm, you warmed it up first. Nice touch,” Brittany said.

“We’ve all taken extra care with the preparations; I think you’ll find everything to be to your liking,” Jen said.

“So far so good,” Brittany said. “Why all the extra care?” she asked after a few moments of silence.

“Because of that attentive boyfriend of yours. He was quite clear and very specific in what was to be done, and how. He threatened all of us with beatings if everything wasn’t perfect,” she laughed, shaking her head.

“Yeah; he’s a little on the rowdy side,” Brittany said.

“The fun ones always are,” Jen said, spreading the oil all over Brittany’s back and shoulders. She turned on a radio with some soothing music, then started to massage, kneeding her shoulders and back with as much attention, care, and thoroughness as Trish had shown her in the bathtub. Jen was quiet now, working while Brittany relaxed, along with her thoughts. She could smell Jen’s perfume, and inhaled it deeply. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Jen’s legs, long and toned. Probably a runner, Brittany thought.

The massage wasn’t helping to calm her hormones either. Trish’s intimate care in the bathtub was both arousing and torturous in its own way. Now, having a second woman caressing and massaging her body was making things worse. Brittany clamped her eyes shut as Jen’s hands passed down over her lower back and then onto her ass. That didn’t help either--it really didn’t help. Brad had always been rather fond of groping her backside, and it always led to other things--such fun things. Brittany felt her pussy clinch down as she remembered some of those fun things, another distraction that wasn’t helping matters at all.

They’d been together for just over two years now, and this wa the third birthday they would share. The first two had been quite spectacular. One thing was for sure, Brad didn’t take birthdays, or spoiling her, lightly. The first year together had been a relatively simple affair, the entire weekend in bed, watching movies and making love as if neither of them had ever experienced it before. She hadn’t been allowed to do anything that would take her out of the bedroom or require any effort on her part, aside from going to the bathroom--and the sex. Funny, she thought, she hadn’t lifted a finger out of the bedroom the entire weekend, yet she was exhausted every night.

The second year was more elaborate, an entire weekend at a hotel suite here at the coast, to a place Brad had stayed at in his childhood. He’d never been back until they went together. That was touching, she recalled then, smiling from the memory as Jen’s strong, oiled hands rubbed at the back of her thighs. She remembered the way Brad made love to her that weekend. That was one of the things she loved about him, it was never the same. One time their lovemaking was the most gentle, loving thing she’d ever experienced. The next--raw, savage and primal. She lifted her hips slightly, pressing them harder into Jen’s hand then, wrapped up in the memory of that weekend together.

How many times had he made her come that weekend? She couldn’t even begin to count. One time he would kiss her gently, tell her he loved her, then they would make love. It was gentle but passionate, caring and exactly how every girl dreamed of being treated. Then the next time came, a couple of hours later--there was no talking. He took her--took her hard. That was the only way to say it. There was no talking before hand. No chatting--nothing. He knew what he wanted, and he took it. And she willingly, happily gave it, over and over again.

“Damnit,” Brittany muttered to herself. She was dripping now, she knew that. She could feel it. She was on fire. Jen told her to roll over then, so she could start on the front. The oil came first, warm and soothing, followed by Jen’s hands, rubbing it over her breasts and abdomen. Her nipples were hard and it sent a jolt of pleasure through her every time Jen’s hand passed over them. Her hands passed down farther, eventually reaching her thighs. Her oiled fingers moved to within an inch of her pussy, and Brittany pushed her hips toward those fingers, but Jen put her hand on Brittany’s stomach and patted her gently.

“I know,” Jen said in a voice that was surprisingly gentle. “Just relax.”

The torture continued for another half hour before they had finished, or at least Brittany thought they were finished. Jen helped her off the table, then slowly peeled the dress off, revealing nothing underneath. She looked at Brittany and smiled, a warm, broad smile that showed beautiful teeth and a crooked grin.

“My turn,” Jen said. She grabbed the bottle of oil and held it out for Brittany. Confused, she took it tentatively. “I know it may seem weird for me to ask you for a massage on your birthday, but Brad assured me that you loved to give as much as you get--in all things. Tell me Brittany--was he wrong?” she smiled, suggesting she already knew the answer.

“He was definitely not wrong,” Brittany said, squirting oil all over Jen’s back before she’d even laid down. Her hands worked their way to her ass, and Brittany gave it a full squirt of oil, determined to work it over with rapt attention. Jen’s hips swayed slightly beneath Brittany’s hands. She got horny when she was massaging me, Brittany thought, aroused at the realization. As her hands worked her firm ass, Jen spread her legs slightly so Brittany could massage the insides of her thighs, but it also allowed a view of her neatly trimmed, and obviously very wet pussy. I wonder if she’d get angry if I slipped my finger inside her, Brittany dared to think. She thought better of it though, unwilling to risk what may be ahead for the rest of the day. She pulled her eyes away, eventually rolling Jen over to work on her front.

Jen moaned quietly as Brittany rubbed oil on her breasts, her nipples so hard that Brittany bit at her lip when she felt the beneath her palm. She spent plenty of time on them, even daring to just blatantly rub them with her fingertips. When no objection came, she gave them each a gentle but firm pinch. The wave of pleasure rolled through Jen, right down to her hips, and Brittany watched with satisfaction as she squirmed from her touch. (Brittany, you bitch, you just totally mounted me on the couch and kissed the fucking crap out of me--totally hot. Anyway...back to the story. hehe)

Brittany wasn’t done paying Jen back for all the torture she’d endured either. She moved down to her stomach, so smooth and tight, rubbing it down on the way to her thighs. It was Brittany’s turn to get agonizingly close to Jen’s pussy, and that is exactly what she did. Jen opened her legs and pushed toward Brittany’s hand, but she pulled back, not allowing Jen the satisfaction just yet.

“What were you thinking about while I massaged you?” Jen asked softly.

“My last two birthdays,” Britt said, keeping her fingers close to the fun.

“Which parts were making you squirm on my table,” Jen said.

“Thinking about how Brad made love to me and fucked me,” Brittany said. She noticed that when she said ‘fucked me’, Jen squirmed on the table.

“Tell me--please,” Jen said.

“Why should I?” Brittany asked, feeling suddenly drunk with power.

“Because I can keep a secret,” Jen said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Can you?” Brittany asked, sliding her finger into Jen without any warning. Jen moaned in response--so did Brittany. “And what secret do you have to keep? Maybe we can come up with one? Like--I tell you what you want to hear and I get to play with this while I do?” Brittany said, rubbing Jen’s pussy to emphasize her words.

“Yes--yes,” Jen said. “Tell me,” she begged.

“Only if you promise to come for me--and you have to be quiet or Brad will hear,” Brittany said.

“I promise to come--and I’ll be quiet if I can,” Jen pleaded.

“He fucked me so many times, it is hard to know where to begin.”

“Was he gentle or rough?” Jen asked, her eyes closed now as she spread her legs more.

“Both,” she said. “Sometimes he was loving and gentle--other times he took me--hard. He didn’t ask. Sometimes I fought back a little, just so he could force me,” she said, feeling Jen’s pussy clench down on her as she said it.

“Oh my god, yes,” Jen panted.

“You like that, don’t you?” Brittany asked, sliding a second finger into her. She continued without even waiting for the answer. “He gets me so horny and fucks me so hard that my pussy squirts all over him, and he loves it.”

“Oh fuck,” Jen said, reaching up to run her own nipples as Brittany fingered her more forcefully.

“And he comes on me too, everywhere. Sometimes on my ass...my back...my tits and tummy--everywhere,” Brittany said. She moved her free hand up to Jen’s neck, grabbed it, and gave it a firm squeeze. Jen loved it. She didn’t say anything, and she didn’t have to. Brittany easily spotted the signs in her body language. “It’s nice to be controlled sometimes, isn’t it?” Brittany said, leaning over and whispering seductively in Jen’s ear, giving her neck a harder squeeze.

“Yes--don’t stop,” Jen said.

“If you are a good girl and come for me, I’ll tell you about the time he left me tied to the bed for an entire day, blindfolded. He came in when he wanted and fucked me--then left me there like a chained animal until he needed more.”

“Oh my god, that is hot. Faster...I’m almost there,” Jen said.

“Almost where?” Brittany asked, her voice devious. “Are you going to come?”

“Yes--yes,” Jen panted.

“Say it--tell me or I’ll stop right now,” Brittany said, squeezing her neck harder and slowing the pace of her fingers.

“I’m going to come, please--don’t fucking stop--please,” Jen begged.

“Just be quiet or you’ll get us both in trouble,” Brittany said, then started fucking her harder with her fingers. She wanted to watch her try to hold it in. She felt some come running down her own leg then, realizing how wet she’d become. “Come on Jen, come for me--come all over my fingers.”

Then she felt Jen’s whole body tense, and she could see the orgasm rip through her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and tears poured from her eyes as she strained with every piece of her willpower to keep from screaming in pleasure. Her pussy squeezed Brittany’s fingers inside of her, and she didn’t let up either, fingering her fast and hard all the way through the orgasm until Jen was left panting and exhausted on the table. She laid there for several minutes, catching her breath, then managed to get to her feet and put some clothes back on.

“We’d better go,” Jen said. “Paige will be waiting.”

Jen wrapped a towel around Brittany and led her out into the main suite where they found Paige waiting, along with Trish.

“Ready for the last part of your birthday present?” Paige asked, smiling at Brittany.

“Most definitely. It’s been great so far. What do I get now?” Brittany said.

“Me--in a matter of speaking. Brad said you liked strippers. As luck would have it, I’m a stripper,” Paige said. “Trish and Jen would like to watch as well, if that’s okay?”

“Fine with me! Where do you want me?” Brittany said.

“Right there on the couch. Get comfy and we can get started,” Paige said.

Still wrapped in her towel, Brittany settled in on the couch, with Jen and Trish on either side of her. Paige was wearing a very tight dress, her long, lean legs showing nicely beneath her stockings. She started the music and began her first dance while Trish brought them a round of drinks.

“Good god, just look at that ass,” Trish said as she sipped at her drink.

“Needs a good spanking, if you ask me,” Brittany said.

“I’ll drink to that, sister,” Jen said, taking a drink.

Paige moved in close then, leaning over the couch toward Brittany, her long hair touching Brittany’s shoulder as she swayed to the music. The smell of her perfume filled Brittany’s nostrils, then she was gone again, stepping away, turning her back to the trio, and showing them just how limber her hips were. Moments later she moved in again, this time straddling Jen’s lap, her tight dress moving up on her thighs as she leaned forward, kissing Jen softly on the lips, who responded by grabbing a handful of Paige’s ass and giving it a good squeeze. Moments later, Paige danced away, leaving Jen licking her lips.

Paige was still fully clothed at the end of the first song, but as soon as the second song started, she had pulled the top of her dress down just slightly, bending over to Trish, who didn’t need to be told what to do. She grabbed the top of the dress and pulled it down to Paige’s waist, while she leaned forward and nibbled at Paige’s nipple through her bra. She spun quickly and was directly in front of Brittany then, with her back to her. She reached back and grabbed each of Brittany’s hands, placing them on the bunched of dress at her hips. Brittany grabbed hold and pulled the dress down to the floor, her mouth only inches away from Paige’s ass, looking fantastic in a thong. I want to bite it, she thought, but refrained.

Further into the song and she was dancing in front of Jen. She straddled her, then reached up and expertly unhooked the clasp of her bra with one hand, her full breasts coming into view as the bra fell away. Jen reached up and greedily pawed at Paige’s exposed tits while she writhed in her lap to the beat of the music. Brittany noticed the flush in Jen’s cheeks, and couldn’t blame her a bit.

The song finished and Paige took a short break to enjoy a drink of water before starting again. This time she was dancing in front of Brittany. She turned her back to her, hooked her thumbs under the straps of her thong, and slid it down her thighs as she bent over, keeping her legs straight. All the way to the floor, slowly.

“Jesus; I want a taste of that,” Jen muttered next to Brittany as Paige’s pussy came into view.

“What do you suppose those lose hips would be like if they were grinding on your face?” Brittany responded.

“Like a big slice of heaven,” Jen said.

About halfway through the song, Paige was straddling Brittany on the couch, who was still trying to hold her drink. Paige leaned forward and whispered in Brittany’s ear then.

“I’m sorry you’re not having fun,” she said softly.

“Why on earth would you think that?” Brittany asked.

“Well, Brad told me you like strippers, and that you like to be--inappropriate with them. So far, you are the only one of the three of you who hasn’t laid a hand on me, so I assumed you weren’t enjoying yourself,” Paige said.

“Well, I--” Brittany stammered. But it was true, both Jen and Trish had been rather affectionate with Paige and there hadn’t been the slightest objection on her part. “I guess I just wasn’t sure what I should or shouldn’t do,” she said at last.

“Well, my dear Brittany, what you are supposed to be doing is--” she paused then, dipping her finger in Brittany’s drink, and rubbing the liquid on her nipple, just inches from Brittany’s mouth, “enjoying your birthday,” she finished. Brittany stared at the glistening nipple then, biting at her lower lip. “Your present is unwrapped--what are you going to do with it?” Paige asked, smiling down at Brittany. She was completely nude now, and Brittany could feel the heat from Paige as she straddled her. Without even thinking, she leaned forward and took the nipple in her mouth, enjoying the honey flavor from her favorite Jack Daniels brew. It tasted much better on Paige’s nipple, she noted. Paige leaned her head back, closed her eyes and moaned softly. “Good girl,” she muttered, which made Brittany throb.

***

Chapter 3

Brittany felt Paige’s hard nipple in her mouth, then moved to the other one, Paige guiding her with her hands on the back of her head. Brittany’s towel was suddenly open and laying on the couch. She turned her head to the right, and Jen was kissing her passionately before she even realized what was happening. Hands were on her, groping her. She felt one of the ladies pinch her nipples, rolling it between her fingers, felt Paige’s pussy still grinding on her bare thigh, and a pair of lips on her neck as she kissed Jen. The second she pulled away and turned to the left, Trish was kissing her, her hands on the back of her head, kissing her hard and moaning into her mouth.

“Happy birthday,” Paige whispered into her ear, then licked it, all while she was still kissing Trish. Brittany’s hands were both full. Paige’s ass in one hand, Trish’s tits in another. Damnit, she wished she had one more than for Jen. For the next half hour they were all over her. Three mouths and six hands groping, kissing and fondling her non-stop. Even through the tangle of pleasure and the delirium of lust, Brittany observed that none of them had touched her pussy yet, and she was wishing they would. She was throbbing, and her hormones had been building since she first climbed into that bathtub with Trish. Then the massage, then the stripping. She would probably come in seconds, if they would only touch her. Her head was swimming, and before she knew it, she was on her feet, being guided to the bedroom. But the fun didn’t stop on the way. She was still being kissed constantly, hands all over her. She just closed her eyes and let them guide her. Her eyes still closed while she kissed her playmates, she felt them lower her gently onto the bed, the coolness of the bedspread a stark contrast to her burning, hormone enraged flesh.

Her eyes were still closed when--whoever it was that had been kissing her last--pulled away. She opened her waiting mouth, sure that one of them would resume kissing her in a moment. Then she heard the door close, and realized there was no one kissing her or touching her at all. She opened her eyes and looked around, where she found Brad sitting on the opposite end of the large bed, smiling.

“How are you enjoying your birthday so far, my love?” he asked.

“Oh--my--god,” she panted. “That was amazing.”

“Was? It’s not over yet,” he said, his crooked smile showing there was something on his mind.

“So what are you waiting for, get over her and--”she began, but Brad held up his hand and cut her off.

“This is just the two minute break you get while you decide how you want the rest of the day to go. Unless I go out there and tell them otherwise, all three of them will be coming back in here to finish what they started,” Brad said.

“Or?” Brittany asked.

“Or I send them home and you’re stuck with me,” he shrugged, smiling. She didn’t say anything, but Brad could tell something was on her mind. “Speak up honey. This your birthday and I want you to enjoy it. If you don’t want them back, they don’t have to come back.”

“No; it’s not that. I mean I do want them to come back--well--sort of. I just don’t want--I just--” she stammered.

“Don’t tell me you are going to say something bone-headed and start a huge fight on your birthday weekend,” Brad said, although there was no trace of anger in his voice. “In case this has any bearing on your decision--they are here for you--and only you. But I’m sure you know that and weren’t about to say something completely insane like you didn’t want me to have sex with another woman--let alone three. Because you know that wouldn’t happen.”

“Of course I know--that’s not what I was going to say,” she smiled. But of course that was what she was going to say. She should have known better. He would never put her in a position like that. Brad just smiled and nodded. He knew.

“You’ve got about a minute left. Shall I send them in or send them home,” he asked, sliding closer to her.

“Send them in,” she said, biting her lip.

The door opened about a minute later, right on time, and they were on her again. Brittany watched them descend on her, and they did so almost too perfectly. There was no awkward, “where do I go,” moments. Each of them went quickly to where they somehow knew they were supposed to be. It was planned, right down to the smallest detail, she thought. Brad knew how to make her come, in so many different ways. If he had taken the time to pass along that knowledge to them, as she was guessing he had, this was going to be very, very, very fun.

In a matter of seconds, they were in position. Brad was still at her side, sitting on the bed on her right side. Trish was up above her head at first, lifting Brittany into a setting position and then letting her recline against Trish’s chest. Paige was on Brittany’s left side, and Jen was down at Brittany’s feet. Brad leaned in close, kissing her on the neck and up to her ear.

“Are you ready for the rest of your present, my love?” he whispered.

“Oh hell yes,” she said.

“Good, then just lay back and relax. Looks like you’ve got a pretty good pillow there,” Brad said, motioning to Trish, who still had Brittany against her chest.

“I’m the kind of pillow with benefits,” Trish said.

“Good, then you just keep her nice and comfortable,” Brad said.

“I plan on it,” she said, reaching down and grabbing Brittany around the neck and squeezing her as Brad’s hand slid down Brittany’s abdomen, then between her legs.

“Looks like you all did your jobs pretty well,” Brad said as he rubbed Brittany, moaning as he did. “She’s dripping wet.”

“She better be,” Paige said, patting Brittany’s leg, “or I need to find a new line of work.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Brittany said.

“You are supposed to be relaxing, not talking,” Brad said to Brittany as he slid his fingers into her. She was so wet that she took him in with ease, her eyes closing as he penetrated her. At the exact same time, Trish squeezed Brittany’s neck harder. She was good, and paying very close attention to what Brad was doing, timing her squeeze perfectly with his actions. With her free hand, Trish reached down and rolled, pinched, and rubbed one of Brittany’s nipples between her fingers. From Brittany’s left, Page gave careful attention to Brittany’s other nipple, using her hands and keeping her mouth free to talk to Brittany. Brad increased his pace a little then, as Jen moved up between Brittany’s legs. Brittany spread her legs wide as she approached.

“You said you could make her squirt. I want you to make her squirt on me,” Jen said, laying sideways between Brittany’s legs and starting to rub her clit while Brad fingered her.

“Oh she will,” Brad said, leaning in close to Brittany’s ear. “Won’t you baby? You’re pussy is so wet and ready--I can feel it. It needs to come, and I want you to squirt it all over Jen.”

“Just make sure you save some for me,” Paige said, whispering at Brittany’s other ear, then licking it as she continued to pinch her nipple. “Now come all over that little bitch,” Paige said forcefully. At the same time, she felt her neck and both nipples get squeezed harder, and Brad thrust his fingers into her harder and faster than before. Brittany melted against Trish’s chest, unable to even attempt to hold herself up as she was being assaulted with so much pleasure.

“You can’t hold out for long--you know it,” Brad said.

“Just give in to it, come for us Brittany,” Paige said right after. Teamwork even with talking dirty, leave it to Brad, she thought, feeling her pussy clinching down. She was close now, and she knew it. She was sure Brad would know too. He could always tell when she was getting close.

“Oh fuck--I’m--going to come,” Brittany managed to say, just barely. She had fingers in her pussy, on her clit, fingers on both of her nipples, and a warm mouth licking at both of her hears and talking dirty to her like a coordinated team. She probably would have come instantly if her body could have processed all the pleasure at once. She laid her head back against Trish’s chest, who still had a hold of her neck.

“That’s it, just relax and let it out,” Trish said.

Brittany’s whole body tensed then as she started to come. Her pussy squeezed so hard that she almost pushed Brad’s fingers out of her, but he pushed his way back in, her pussy so wet now that they could hear his fingers going in and out. She squirted almost immediately, hitting Jen on her neck and tits.

“Oh fuck--yes--more!” Jen said, rubbing Brittany’s clit even faster, her free hand on her own pussy.

Brittany didn’t get a break until she had come half a dozen times. By then, she had completely drenched Jen, and she could have continued to come with ease, but Brad let up on her. The moment he did, everyone else followed suite. She tried to breath deeply and catch her breath, her body still tingling from all the orgasms. The first indication that her break was over, was feeling Jen’s mouth on her pussy. Trish lay Brittany down flat, and took turns with Brad kissing Brittany, passing her back and forth without a break while Jen continued to devour her. Paige was busily at work on her tits, licking and sucking at her nipples. Brittany’s hands were busy too. She didn’t even try to pay attention to who she was touching anymore, she just did it and loved it.

Paige threw her leg over Brittany, straddling her stomach while Jen continued to eat her. She leaned down and fed Brittany both of her tits, one at a time, while she rubbed her own clit, grinding her pussy on Brittany’s stomach. As she tasted Paige’s tits, Brad and Trish shifted their attention from kissing Brittany, to sucking on her ears or kissing and biting on her neck and shoulders.

Brittany wouldn’t last long before she’d come again, she knew that. Forget the fact that she had two people talking dirty to her at any given time, her nipples never going without attention, and two gorgeous tits in her face. Jen was eating her pussy--and she was damn good at it. Brittany had to stop sucking on Paige’s tits when she came, there was no way she could think well enough to do it. She just let her head drop flat onto the bed and Jen ate her until she came in her mouth, then ate her all the way through it, not even stopping when she got squirted in the face. Brittany heard and felt Paige come at the same time, screaming while she rubbed her pussy on Brittany’s stomach, which made Brittany come even harder.

For the next half an hour it was more of the same, but not. Jen finished, then Paige took her place, and finally Trish. They each took turns eating her, refusing to stop until Brittany had fed each of them. They finished with a bang too. Brittay was flat on her back while Trish ate her. Paige was riding Brittany’s mouth, and Brad and Jen held Brittany’s arms down above her head and squeezed on her neck. She was pinned and loved it. Paige had hold of her hair, pulling Brittany’s mouth harder into her pussy, until they came at the same time. Brittany screamed into Paige’s pussy, enjoying every drop that Paige was giving her at the same time.

Round two was over, and Brittany was exhausted. She had come all over her. Her muscles ached from constant effort. Her mouth was tired from all the constant kissing, not to mention tasting each of her guests. She closed her eyes for a few moments while she tried to gather her strength.

“Ready for more?” Brad asked.

“More? Oh my god. I don’t know if I can,” Brittany said.

“You don’t have a choice,” he smiled. “I said the women were here for you, but that didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to take you for a tumble. And I haven’t yet. Ladies!” he said, and they burst into action. They pulled her off the bed while Brad got on his back on the bed, sliding his shorts off. Before Brittany knew what was happening, she was on top of Brad, being pushed down onto his cock by four sets of hands. As swollen and tight as her pussy was right then, he slid in with ease. She was as wet as she’d ever been, and with the full weight of her body, it was effortless to take him in.

“Now fuck me,” Brad ordered. He enjoyed watching Brittany try to do it with three women kissing her and groping every inch of her body. Still, the wonderful sights meant that Brittany didn’t have to worry much about putting in tons of effort on his behalf. He watched for several minutes, then Brittany saw him motion something to Paige. A moment later, Brittany’s hands were pulled behind her back and tied, then Brad pulled her down onto his chest.

“Relax,” he whispered. “I’ll take care of things for now.”

Brittany heard a loud smack, then realized it was her own ass that got spanked. Brad felt her pussy clinch down on him, and he pushed up into her, his cock hard and ready. She also noticed it wasn’t Brad spanking her. All three of the girls were taking turns on her now, spanking her while she rode Brad’s cock. She was enjoying this part, not just because of the spanking, but because she was laying on Brad, her face next to him where she could kiss him and talk to him. And more importantly, where he could talk to her.

With her hands tied behind her back, and three different women spanking her while she helplessly took Brad’s cock, she was damn sure she’d have more energy than she thought. Brad grabbed her throat with one hand and her hair with the other, lifting her up just a little bit so he could look her in the eye.

“Now that you are nice and warmed up, I want you to come all over my cock--squirt on it,” Brad said.

“Do it, sweetheart,” Paige said in her ear as she took position next to her, leaving the spanking to the others. “Come all over that hard cock for your man, drench him just like to you did to us. Show him how happy you are with your presents,” she said, biting Brittany’s ear.

“You bitch,” Brittany panted, though there was no anger there. “If you keep talking to me like that, I’m going to have to come.”

“That’s the point,” Brittany whispered to her. “Harder ladies, looks like we may need to beat this one out of her,” she said over her shoulder to Jen and Trish.

“With pleasure!” Trish said. Then the spankings came harder and more frequently.

“Naughty little bitches get spanked, that is the way of things,” Paige said, kissing Brittany hard on the mouth while Brad squeezed her neck. Then she came, suddenly and without warning. Paige helped things along by reaching down and rubbing on her clit while she rode Brad. “That’s it--squirt all over my hand and that cock--yes! Just like that...good girl--more now--more!” Paige said. Brittany came so hard that she squirted all over Brad, almost squeezing his cock out of her, but he wouldn’t let her. Her ass stung, but still the spankings came, one after another, and she still wanted more. She wasn’t sure if her orgasm lasted a long time or there were actually two, spaced so closely together that she didn’t notice the separation. She came for a long, long time, pumping her come all over Brad’s cock and Paige’s skillful hands, which did not let up on her clit for even a moment.

When she had finished, she collapsed on Brad’s chest, and he stroked her hair while Paige rubbed her back gently.

“Oh my fucking god,” Brittany muttered.

“We’re almost done baby,” Brad said in her ear.

“I want your come--I need it,” Brittany said.

“You’re going to get it,” he said, grabbing her and flipping her onto her back without warning, and never taking his cock out of her. “You know what to do--so do it,” he said to the girls. In a flash, Trish and Paige were on either side of her, holding Brittany’s legs open for her while Brad pushed all the way in. Then they each took one of Brittany’s hands and started sucking on her fingers. Jen, meanwhile, was above Brittany’s head, reaching down and pinching her nipples, while Paige reached down and rubbed Brittany’s clit while she continued to suck on her fingers.

“Holy--Jesus,” Brittany said. Brad had prepared the girls well, telling them every little thing that she liked. The sucking of the fingers--a nice touch, and it was working well. She felt another orgasm creeping up on her, slowly but powerfully. “You--you have to--come with me,” she said, trying to keep her wits about her enough to talk.

“Shut your mouth and come,” Brad said, pounding into her harder. And that is exactly what she did. There was no hope to hold it off any longer. Every spot on her body that she loved being touched--was being touched. Her legs were spread and Brad was fucking her without mercy now, intent on grinding the orgasm out of her body whether she liked it or not.

When she came, Brad felt it, as he always did. Her pussy clamped down on him, making it virtually impossible not to come himself, but there was no point in holding back now. He was only seconds away, and there was no way he would have the willpower to hold off now, not with her already in the midst of her orgasm, thrashing under him while three women tended to her every desire.

An obscenity flew from his mouth, as it always did when he came, especially inside of her. He was holding himself up on his arms, and Brittany saw them almost gave way as the orgasm ravaged his body, sapping his strength, but he managed to keep his arms rigid, driving into her fiercely as his cock throbbed and pumped Brittany full of come. She felt it too, every pulse of it, and it drove her deeper and deeper into her own orgasm.

In fact, all of them were coming now. Each of the girls had managed to free up at least one hand to bring themselves to an orgasm of their own, and the sounds of five people coming at the same time was far more than Brittany or Brad could take. They screamed and thrashed in pleasure until they had nothing left. Brad fell on top of Brittany, then he felt someone laying partially on his back. They were a tangle of bodies then, exhausted, covered with come and sweat, and unable to move. Not one of them cared.

They would have to clean up later--maybe.

“You lied to me,” Brittany said.

“What?” Brad asked, barely moving.

“You said you weren’t going to touch any of them. And I’m pretty sure you’re touching pretty much everyone right now,” Brittany said. Brad was laying on her chest and couldn’t see her face, but he didn’t need to, to know she was smiling.

“Yeah Brad, you whore,” Paige said from somewhere in the pile.

“Dirty bastard,” Trish said from somewhere.

“Alright—shut up the four of you,” Brad said, almost laughing.

“I didn’t even say anything,” Jen said.

“It was only a matter of time, and we both know it,” Brad said.

“Well—that’s true,” Jen said.

“Let’s remember that me kicking you all in the ribs doesn’t count as sexual contact. Any thoughts?” Brad asked. Only silence. He just smiled and shook his head... “Women.”

The end.