A Birthday Party

My schoolteaching contract was renewed in April, so we decided to have a party to celebrate but we postponed the party until my 22nd birthday. Kathy was then seven months pregnant with our first child (and horny as hell). Since she was working in the tiny cannery hospital, she knew the other housekeeping employees, and decided to invited a girl friend named Anisha, who worked in the cannery laundry, to join us.

Anisha was a dark haired beauty in her late teens, early 20s who had accompanied her father (a Lapp reindeer herder turned fishermen) to the cannery that spring. Her mother was a Yup'ik Eskimo.

We started with a perfectly conventional birthday party, but after a few sips of rum and water, the girls decided that for my birthday to be official, I had to have a birthday spanking.

A spirited struggle ensued, during which Kathy's blouse was torn, and I copped some great feels of soft tits before my pants were pulled down. I quit struggling because by that time my cock was getting very hard, so I lay quietly over Kathy's lap to conceal my embarrassing condition. Then the girls decided that to be truly effective, the spanking had to be on a bare butt, and they began yanking on my underwear.

This was too much! I rolled over on the bed and pulled Kathy down next to me. I ran my hands under her ruined blouse and began tickling her bare ribs (she was very ticklish). Kathy was squirming around on the bed trying to get away from me when Anisha joined us, tickling me to get me away from Kathy. By this time, I had my hands on Kathy's ribs under her bra. The clasp broke, and her matronly breasts, even larger now because of her pregnancy, tumbled free, her nipples coyly peeking through her torn blouse.

Anisha abandoned me and turned her attention to Kathy's breasts, touching one with one hand, and licking and kissing the other. Kathy retaliated by reaching over and pulling Anisha's sweater off over her head. I think she was as surprised as I to discover that Anisha hadn't worn a bra -- a very daring thing for a girl to do in those days. I was struck by the delightful contrast between Anisha's small, firm breasts and Kathy's. But even more, I was astounded by Anisha's aggressive behavior. I had never seen or even dreamed of women playing with each other. I was frightened, astonished, and incredibly aroused, all at the same time!

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Denny (aka oldjarhead)

Through a bizarre set of circumstances not relevant to this story, I had been hired as the village school teacher in a one-room school in a salmon cannery village on the Bering Sea coast. This was remarkable because I had dropped out of high school when I was 15, and my only academic credential was a GED certificate I had earned while convalesing in the Seattle Naval hospital. That and my availability.

My contract was renewed in April, so we decided to have a party to celebrate but we postponed the party until my 22nd birthday. Kathy was then seven months pregnant with our first child (and horny as hell). Since she was working in the tiny cannery hospital, she knew the other housekeeping employees, and decided to invited a girl friend named Anisha, who worked in the cannery laundry, to join us.

Anisha was truly a beautiful girl in her late teens, early 20s, who lived in Bethel with her family during the winter, but who had accompanied her father (a fisherman) to the cannery that spring. Her mother was a Yup'ik Eskimo and her father, a Lapp who had come to Alaska sometime in the 1920s as a reindeer herder.

The three of us did the usual things with candles and cakes, only we were washing it down with Lemon & Hart 151 proof rum, cut with a splash of water. By midafternoon, none of us were feeling pain. That's when the girls decided that for my birthday to be official, I had to have a birthday spanking.

A spirited struggle ensued, during which Kathy's blouse was torn, and I copped some great feels of soft tits before my pants were pulled down. I quit struggling because by that time my cock was getting very hard, so I lay quietly over Kathy's lap to conceal my embarrassing condition. Then the girls decided that to be truly effective, the spanking had to be on a bare butt, and they began yanking on my underwear.

This was too much! I rolled over on the bed and pulled Kathy down next to me. I ran my hands under her ruined blouse and began tickling her bare ribs (she was very ticklish). Kathy was squirming around on the bed trying to get away from me when Anisha joined us, tickling me to get me away from Kathy. By this time, I had my hands on Kathy's ribs under her bra. The clasp broke, and her matronly breasts, even larger now because of her pregnancy, tumbled free, her nipples coyly peeking through her torn blouse.

Anisha abandoned me and turned her attention to Kathy's breasts, massaging one with her little hand, and sucking on the other. Kathy retaliated by reaching over and pulling Anisha's sweater off over her head. I think she was as surprised as I to discover that Anisha hadn't worn a bra -- a very daring thing for a girl to do in those days, and I was dumbfounded by the delightful contrast between Anisha's small, firm breasts and Kathy's. But even more, I was astounded by Anisha's aggressive behavior. I had never seen or even dreamed of women playing with each other. I was frightened, astonished, and incredibly aroused, all at the same time!

Anisha quickly crawled next to Kathy on the bed and hunching her body over my wife's belly, she managed to rub her hard little nipple against Kathy's without using her hands. Kathy responded by wrapped her arms around Anisha, and kissing her warmly on the mouth. I wanted to pinch myself to see if I were dreaming.

The women slipped out of their clothes, except that Anisha refused to take off her panties. Kathy began sucking my cock while Anisha gently explored Kathy's pussy while she continued to lick and suck on Kathy's swollen nipples. Tentatively at first, I reached under Anisha's body and began rubbing her breasts. She abandoned Kathy for the moment and rolled over, lifting her chest against my hand, whispering, "harder. I like it harder!"

Kathy held my cock in her mouth with one hand and reached into Anisha's delta with the other. Anisha lay back and began to moan. Kathy then rolled over my legs and pushed Anisha's legs apart. I was almost out of my mind when pulled one panty leg open and began to lick Anisha's hairy mons, actually spreading her lips with her fingers so she could fuck the girl with her tongue! My cock was as stiff as a post!

Then Kathy crawled up to me, and whispered, "Here's your birthday present, Denny. I want to see you fuck Anisha!" She continued to hold the panty leg open with one hand while I rolled between Anisha's welcoming thighs. Anisha raised her knees creating a cradle for me. Kathy seized my cock and guided me into the girl's cunt.

We fucked and sucked and fucked all afternoon and all evening until literally I could play no more. I've never been so sweetly exhausted in my life. My scrotum literally ached and my poor cock was so sore, I couldn't bear the softest of lips or the most tender of kisses. I don't know how many times I came that afternoon, but I'm sure it must have been a high water mark that I have never since equalled. It was getting dark when Anisha kissed us both a last time and limped out the door, leaving us to recover.