ANGIE'S BIRTHDAY SURPRISE
Angie and Brad, Jen and Ben, and Monica and Bill were three young couples whose lives were so much alike they were almost identical. The women taught at the local high school while the men worked at the local mill. They lived in the same middle-class suburb, shopped at the same stores, attended the same church, drove the same make of car, and rooted for the same sports teams. They also shared each other's spouses, and for several years the six of them had gotten together once a month to suck and fuck each other silly.
Their last get-together had been at Angie and Brad's, where Angie introduced the rest of the young swingers to Sex Dice. That naughty game had taken the group's spouse-swapping to a new level, and Jen, whose turn it was to serve as hostess for their next gambol, wanted to keep up what Angie had started. Like her friend, Jen had become bored with their increasingly ho-hum suck-and-fuck sessions, but now she wanted nothing more than to get "naked and nasty" with her husband and their four closest friends.
Unfortunately, Jen was at a complete loss for ideas as to how to make their next meeting just as memorable as the one at Angie's house. And then she remembered that Angie's birthday was the same night as their next get-together, and that gave her a great idea. She was so excited that she immediately called Monica to discuss her idea, and over the next several days the two friends worked out the details. By the time the big night rolled around, the two of them had planned a birthday surprise for Angie that none of the participants would ever forget.
After the usual pre-orgy meal of pizza and beer, Jen led the revelers upstairs to the guest room, the normal setting for their debauchery. Soon they were all naked and standing expectantly around the king-size bed. As the men stroked their rampant erections and the women fingered their itchy slits, all six admired the mature beauty so shamelessly on display. Despite being so alike in practically everything else, the randy revelers were quite different in terms of their appearances. Angie was short and slim with small breasts, and her straight black hair fell past her shoulders. Jen was even shorter, with curly auburn hair, alabaster skin and a Rubenesque figure. Her pubic hair, unlike Angie's trim bush, sprawled across her mound like an orange jungle. Monica was a short-haired blonde with the build of a distance runner, tall and lean with long, muscular legs and arms; she was the only woman of the three who shaved her snatch. Bill, a dark-haired former college athlete, was the tallest and brawniest - indeed, the most handsome - of the three men, but his penis was a short little thing. Like his wife Monica, he shaved his genitalia, which made his package look even smaller. Ben displayed the stocky build, slight paunch, and prematurely gray hair of a shop foreman; his cock was well-formed and of moderate length and girth. Angie's husband Brad was barely an inch taller than her. He shaved his head, and he was florid and flabby. But he made up for his unimpressive appearance by sporting a magnificent prick. When flaccid, it hung halfway to his knees, and when it was fully erect the three women struggled to fit it in their mouths and pussies.
Before they could pair off for a group sixty-nine, the way they traditionally kicked off their monthly sex sessions, Jen made an announcement. "Today is Angie's birthday!" she exclaimed; Angie blushed while the others clapped.
"How old are you?" shouted Bill, to which Angie just shook her head.
"She's 29!" said Monica, "again!" and the others, including Angie, laughed. "So, tonight, Angie is the guest of honor! Let's give her a birthday party she'll never forget!"
As the men cheered them on, Jen and Monica led Angie to the foot of the bed. They blindfolded her with one of Ben's neckties and bent her over the mattress with her legs splayed so that her pink anus winked provocatively between the luscious mounds of her firm little butt. Then, while Jen motioned for the others to be quiet, Monica produced a long, wooden kitchen spoon.
"Ben," she whispered as she handed him the utensil, "you are her husband so it's only right that you go first." And then Angie let out a yelp, more of surprise than pain, as he whacked her solidly on the rump, gently at first but then harder and harder as he warmed to the task at hand. The spoon was passed around until each of her tormentors had given Angie 29 smacks on her taut buttocks. By the time they were finished, both of her cheeks glowed rosy red.
When Jen and Monica turned her over on her back, with her legs spread wide and her feet dangling off the bed, everyone could see that her labia glowed rosy red, too. "I think she's ready, guys," exclaimed Jen with glee, "for some more licks!" But before Angie could protest that she'd already been paddled aplenty, Jen knelt between her legs and buried her face in the brunette's bush. Angie's vulva was on fire from the spanking she had just received, and in no time Jen had her moaning and mewling with pleasure. The petite brunette pressed her cunt onto her friend's lips, striving mightily to get as much as she could of the redhead's eager tongue inside her quivering quim. She came loudly, and as she did the others cheered and clapped.
Before Angie had a chance to recover from the tongue-lashing she had just received from Jen, the redhead climbed over her and planted her own sopping cunt squarely on Angie's lips. As she began to lick out the hairy vulva that straddled her mouth, guessing but not knowing exactly whose it was, the birthday girl felt another tongue go to work between her thighs, this one laving her just as expertly as the first one had. She came again almost instantly, but the wet, fat cunt in her mouth muffled her cries of pleasure. She sucked so voraciously on the clit in her mouth that soon its owner was screaming out her own orgasm.
The plump, hairy cunt was replaced by a smaller, hairless one, so Angie guessed that she had just eaten out Jen and that now she would be pleasuring Monica. Judging from how hot and wet the snatch in her mouth was, she also guessed it was the blonde who had just licked her trench from anus to clit. As she began to suck on Monica's tasty twat, she felt someone else putting something in her pussy. This time, though, it wasn't a tongue; it was a penis, and a big one, too. The blindfold kept her from seeing whose it was, nor could she tell by its size or the way its owner screwed her tight slit. Not knowing who was fucking her, even though it was certainly someone who had fucked her many times before, made the debauched experience that much more thrilling, and soon the walls of her cunt were twitching spastically around the mystery prick.
Angie was in heaven. She had a mouth full of pussy and a pussy full of cock, and the combined sensations overwhelmed her. The rhythmic pulse of balls slapping against her ass, the slurping sound of a penis pounding in and out of her creaming snatch, the gamey taste and heady aroma of a cunt in estrus, only served to heighten the electric thrills shooting throughout her body from every inch of her vulva. Soon the brunette shook violently from delicious spasms of ecstasy which lasted longer than she had ever known them to last before.
