The Birthday Girl Ch. 02

"What!" Sully bellowed as his face grew red.

I tried to placate him, warning Shelly off with a quick side glance. "Well, my advice is to talk to the doctor first. Make sure to get a competent one to tell you the truth. I think Shelly's frame would be distorted carrying 38's. I mean, do you want her to be freakish like Dolly Parton?"

"I don't want to look like her," Shelly said, and began to cry.

"Damn it, Jimbo! Look what you've gone and done."

"Hey, Sully, I didn't mean . . ."

"Leave him alone Jack," she cried out, waving her arm at him. "He's being honest."

"Shelly?"

"Yes?"

"It might help if you showed Jack some photos of women with 34 B's or C's."

"Maybe you're right," she said, wiping her arm across her face.

"You ARE willing to look aren't you?" I said, shooting him a warning look.

"Of course I am! I love my girl, wouldn't hurt her for the world."

Shelly sniffed, and then gave us both a glimpse of her beautiful smile.

"You two!" she said, revealing a relief that that not been on her face until then. She reached for a pile of 'People" magazines. "I think they have some good examples here."

As she thumbed through the first magazine, Sully and I exchanged looks. It was a silent agreement that he'd look, but remained uncommitted. It was good enough for me.

Then, as I had hoped, he recanted after seeing several movie stars hanging out of low-cut dresses and hearing that they were in the B-cup category.

"You see Jack," she said, "it's like I've been telling you, it's not the 36, or 38 size that matters, it's the cup size; A, B, C, or D.

"Hey, Shelly," I said, breaking into her conversation, "enough about your tits."

She covered them with her palms and giggled shyly.

"How 'bout I get a good look at your twat. Maybe that needs to be addressed too."

They both cracked up at this, as if it were the funniest thing ever, eliminating the tension that had been mounting. Then Shelly lay back and unabashedly spread her legs as if I were her gynecologist and separated her labia with her fingers, letting me have as good a look as I ever have, before or since.

"Have you ever slept with two women?" She asked as I was examining her, my nose very close to her sleeping clit.

I had to say yes, because I had.

"Go on, Jimbo, tell her about it," Sully prodded me, using a nickname he knew I didn't care for. He caught my glare, chuckled and got up to refresh our drinks. As he was leaving the room he turned and over his shoulder said, "Hearing sexy stories always makes her horny."

Shelly and I started to chuckle at this and soon were laughing as hard as we could, like two silly kids. So I told her, but that's another story, and I'm not going there now.

*****

"Jesus! James, that was hotter than hot!" Shelly said, and took a long pull at her Budweiser.

"You liked it huh?"

"Wow!"

Sully chimed in, "Told you."

"So you did, so you did, Shelly said agreeably."

I drained my beer and headed to the fridge for another round. When I returned, Shelly was kneeling between Sully's legs, examining his cock. I was curious myself, and saw that head of his cock was like a small apple, with a deep cleft at the bottom of his glans that flared up like a big giant mushroom. She continued to play with it and eventually his precum oozed out and dribbled like honey over her questing finger tips as she caressed the knob.

"Oh, yeah," he chanted over and over.

I watched her tighten her grip, and smile as her wrist jerked the round, heavy roll of foreskin up and down his cock. I was erect again watching as she rolled his foreskin back up over the head.

Shelly looked at me and laughed. Sully's eyes were closed; he was definitely enjoying this slow masturbation.

"He's so . . . sticky," she laughed, "see?"

What I saw, was her outstretched legs, inviting me to stroke the fire down below, as she worked his engine up topside.

"Touch me, please," she whispered to me.

I began to rub her nipple, using slow, tantalizing circles. She reached out and gripped my dick. She lay back, relaxed against the pillows, pumping both our pricks and occasionally leaning over and licking them in turn.

Sully's fingers found her cunt and delved inside.

The room was filled with soft moans as the three of us moved toward yet another climax.

Shelly drew in her breath. "I've always wondered what it would be like to do this," she whispered.

"And?" Sully asked.

"It's fucking fantastic!" She leaned forward and kissed him. It was a long, languid kiss --- pure love. I felt like an intruder except she had such a tight grip on my dick that I knew I belonged.

Shelly began to pump his cock with long strokes from the base to the tip, milking him with increasing pressure. Her hand movements blurred as she stared at his bulging prick, waiting to see the juice squirt. I remained motionless, content to witness her ministering to him.

We all felt Sully's body writhe as he lunged upwards, driving his cock harder into her hand, his cock jumping in her pounding fist, spurted. Not squirt after squirt, as one might expect, but one continuous stream of cum onto her thighs. As Sully was groaning out the last of his great ejaculation, Shelly took me back in tow, and started to bring me off too. Her delicate fingers traced the thickened skin of my balls, scratching at the rough surface there, while her other hand moved into high gear on my quivering cock. I was coming, and aimed my load at her face a split second before I exploded. Shelly shook with laughter as it clung like gelatin globules to her nose and hair.

"Now that's the nasty, right there," she said, as she used her fingers to scoop up a glob and place it daintily on the tip of her tongue.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to have some of my birthday cake now." She found another glob in her hair and swallowed it. "Got to have something sweet to follow that with," she laughed, rose to her feet and went into the kitchen.

"Sully," I said, "I'm all fucked out. Will I ruin the party if I leave?"

"Have some cake first, okay?"

"Sure. Christ, I can't believe what happened here."

"Hey, when you're hot, you're hot."

Shelly called us out to the table where huge slices of cake awaited us. We scarped them up, and after Sully burped contentedly, I knelt down on the floor and moved between Shelly's thighs.

"Gotta pay my final respects to the birthday girl," I mumbled.

"Oh, another present?"

"Kinda."

"Wonderful. Gonna do it here in the kitchen?"

"Does it matter?"

"Go for it James. Get down and dirty."

She shrieked with joy when my tongue grazed her flank. Then I was licking her stomach, wriggling my tongue around in her navel. Before long her hands were guiding me, pushing me lower. I wanted to taste her again. I could feel her wiry pubic hair against my chin, and then my tongue delved into her juiciness and she was chanting, "Yes . . . baby! Eat my cunt . . . . Eat me, James!"

She was sloppy wet. As I ate her I tried to remember a woman with so much juice running out of her pussy and drew a blank.

Sully opened another beer and toasted us as we went at it. I grunted and stood up, lifting Shelly in the process; only to set her ass on the table and push her down. Her legs went up around my shoulders and I continued to devour her pussy.

Her hips jerking spasmodically and she started screaming. Sully held her head to protect her from hurting herself. She was pulling on my hair so hard I thought I'd lose clumps of to her.

She was coming, and demanded that one of us fuck her. "Give it to me! Give it to me now!"

She tried to yank my face from her crotch and succeeded. Once again, I hoisted her up.

I screamed in her face, "Wrap those fuckin' legs around me; I'm gonna fuck your brains out!"

"Oh, yeah! Do it! Do it! Do it!"

My dick was poking her right in the stomach just above the point her pubic hair began.

"Come on James, stick your cock in me, and fuck me until I can't walk. Come on, you fucker!"

Holding her up with one hand, I walked us both to the wall, and using it for support, decided to fuck the living shit out of her. I lowered my cock until the head was just grazing her swollen cunt lips. As the head of my dick eased into her, Shelly opened her mouth and our tongues began to duel. The kiss lasted a long time and we were both breathless from fucking when it ended. I held her pinioned against the wall, my hands kneading her ass, my dick grinding against pubic hair.

"You know . . ." I gasped, "you've got the greatest looking ass I've ever seen."

"Can . . . you see it from there?" she giggled, then bit my neck, and then my shoulder as I pounded away. Her legs wrapped around me like a boa constrictor. She was sloppy wet, and I kept sliding out of her, but she was determined and kept putting me back.

She bit my ear, and I yelped while she gave out a dirty laugh. Her eyes rolled back as she came. Our thighs were soaked with her juices. She was coming again as I bottomed out inside her. I knew I was a long way from finishing and that I had one of my 'forever' hardons; rock hard and long lasting. I was fucking her like a madman, slamming her ass into the wall and laughing when she grunted from the force of the contact. Squishy noises filled the room; and she told Sully that she had died and gone to heaven.

Sully laughed at the two of us, even as the dishes rattled on the shelves from our effort. It was tiresome holding her upright, but she wasn't about to stop her thrusting, nor me my pounding. It felt so fucking good. Time passed; it seemed we'd been fucking for hours. Shelly started to cum again and cried out in disappointment when I pulled out of her.

"Let's get you leaning over the fucking table," I croaked.

"Anywhere, anytime! You're a god damn fuckin' machine, James."

Pulling her close, I kissed her hungry mouth, thanking her for the compliment. Then she promptly positioned herself on the table, and looking down at my slimy dick, said, "Put it in Jim."

"Mr. Nasty, at your service, lady."

In no time at all she was bucking against me and breathing through her mouth. Her nostrils flared, and she snorted as if she couldn't get enough air.

"Fuck her Jimbo!" Sully yelled as if I was a rodeo cowboy.

Her legs were wrapped vise-like around my waist, and as we fucked I watched the perspiration form on her breasts and chest. I increased the tempo, grunting and groaning each time we crashed against one another. Every few moments, she'd arch up off the table and drill herself on to my rock-hard cock.

"Oh, Christ, Oh, Christ!" she cried, "world-class fuck! OH, FUCK ME!"

The table wobbled beneath us and I feared it would collapse. But it hung in there for us. Shelly threw her head back and wailed; her neck muscles were taunt and corded. Her thighs tensed up, squeezing my waist and hips. My cock felt like it was going to fall off any second, but I wasn't close to coming.

With Shelly, it was a different story. She couldn't stop coming. Finally I collapsed on top of her. She wriggled out from under me and pulled me to the floor. My dick was bright red and shiny with her juice.

"Can I interest you in a sixty-nine, Shelly?" Sully asked, lying down beside us. She didn't respond, but rotated her ass to accommodate his face while putting a knee on either side of his head. Sully was sporting a pretty good woody after watching all the action, and she gobbled it up; in fact, her mouth never left his cock after that. For that matter, Sully attacked her cunt ferociously; covering her entire mound with his mouth while his tongue snaked all over her slimy cunt lips . . . her clitoris . . . and her cunt, as she sucked his dick with renewed passion.

I moved in from behind, and had her ass spread wide, teasing her puckered little asshole. Finally I plunged my tongue into her ass.

Shelly's head snapped out of his groin, but she kept the tip in her mouth and yelled, "JESUS, YESSSS!"

"Like it baby?" I couldn't help but ask.

"YESSSSS! Oh, YESSSSS! Eat my cunt! Oh! Oh! Eat my ass!

Sully took his mouth away long enough to ask if she was coming.

"I . . . I've never stopped coming!" she sobbed.

I realized she'd been crying for the last few minutes. She rolled away from him, gasping for breath. "I ...I think my heart's gonna stop!" she sobbed, trying to catch her breath.

Sully would have none of it. He grabbed her hips and raised her ass high enough to provide him with an angle to her sodden cunt.

She slumped down.

He wouldn't quit, instead he pulled her to her knees and stuck his dick into her. He just held it in her, his stomach right up against her ass as he too tried to regain his breath.

"My God, Sully!" Shelly cried out.

"What is it?" Both Sully and I asked with genuine concern.

"Your cock . . ."

"What about my cock?" he asked, worriedly.

"It's . . . getting harder!"

That suggestion worked as well as hocus-pocus ever did. Sully happily fucked her like a maniac, not stopping until she had come several more times and was begging him to stop.

Pulling out, Sully finished himself off, dripping his cum onto her shoulder blades as she lay on the floor, semi-conscious.

Sully and me had another round of beers, and I said that I had never been so well fucked in my life. Sully had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Maybe we should celebrate like this every year on your birthday, huh, Shelly?"

Maybe," she said with a weak grin on her face. "All I know is, I'm sore and I can't remember anyone making me this sore before."

I placed my hand on her cunt. It felt like a swamp.

"No, don't," she said. "It really hurts."

"Does that mean I don't get any tomorrow?" Sully said impishly.

"It is tomorrow, you ass," she replied, and playfully slapped his arm.

I began to dress, and they sat and watched me. When I finished, Shelley beckoned me over, fished my limp dick out one more time.

"So long, my friend," she said, and gently kissed it, before restoring him to his proper place.

I saw them again, months later. But that's yet another story.