"Happy Birthday, Arthur!" Sandy exclaimed as she opened her door to her paramour. He smiled and hugged her, their lips fused open together, their hands gripping and sliding over the other's back and buttocks.
"So, what did you get me?" he asked as they paused for breath.
"Not what, but who," Sandy corrected.
"Say again?"
"Look, sweetie, I know you love me and my pussy, but let's face it: you love women. So I got you another one."
Arthur looked at her incredulously as he took this in and then smiled. It was going to be a long weekend by the sea.
"Alright then, where is she?"
"Uh uh, she's going to watch us for until she warms up and decides the time is right. Heck, you may not even see her until Sunday--'less you're good to me."
"Oh, for gosh sakes, Sandy, she's my present. But if you insist . . ." and Arthur leaned to kiss Sandy on her forehead, her eyebrows, cheekbone back to her ear where he licked lightly at the spaces curving inward. Sandy closed her eyes and shivered, her hands sliding over his chest. As he probed her ear, Arthur's hands moved from her back over her shoulders and down the outside of Sandy's arms before sliding up from her hips to her ribs and then the upward slopes of her breasts. Sandy wriggled at the sensation through the soft blue cotton that draped her body. She loved the way he touched her, matching the mood between them, and with his tenderness this evening Sandy was already looking forward to hours of languorous climaxes.
Arthur could smell her pussy opening with her anticipation, but he kept his hands above her waist, circling her hardened nipples through her dress, stroking her belly with his fingertips while their lips met again, tongues delicately curling about each other. His cock thickened and strained upward against the bind of his pants and then against the lower curve of Sandy's mons when they hugged more closely.
"You're all the birthday I need, Sandy," he whispered and knelt before her. With his nose Arthur swept back and forth over her belly, slowly descending to the warmth radiating below. Sandy's head fell back as she sighed. "So sweet a smell from your pussy, let me kiss her." And so saying he lifted her hem above her knees, the cloth brushing over her thighs until the gold hairs of her delta and the widening gap between her labia were exposed to his adoring view, his roving thumbs, and the attentions of his mouth.
Letting her dress fall back over his head like a hood, Arthur inhaled long and loudly before beginning his licks at the base of her slit. Sandy fought not to stumble and Arthur gripped the cheeks of her ass as he slowly, lightly worked his way up the exposed folds of her pussy. Her juices began flowing in abundance, Arthur swallowing between compliments. He pushed his nose in her crack and slid upward, pulling out just as he brushed past her hooded clit. Again, this time letting his tongue follow more deeply, once, twice, thrice until Sandy rocked with waves of tingling pleasure. Arthur didn't stop, however; his face wet from the sweating heat and her soaking cunt, he enclosed her clit with his mouth and sucked it in, his tongue whirling around the hood. Now she shuddered and bucked, screaming in ecstasy, her hands clenching the head under her dress, "O god, yes! Yes! YEEESSS!"
"Do you think my present liked that?" Arthur asked once he stood up again, kissing the beads of sweat on Sandy's brow.
"Um, yeah, if she'd seen it."
"Oh, come on, you mean she's upstairs?"
"That's right, you'll have to start over," Sandy said with an eager grin.
Minutes later, Sandy was crouched over Arthur in a sixty-nine on her bed, sucking deeply on his free-standing cock while he returned the favor with flicks to her pussy. Arthur was reveling in the power of Sandy's mouth and the view of her star-puckered anus and the shadowy curves of her backside as he looked up when Sandy sat back, pressing his head into the mattress and her mound into his face. Arthur would have protested but for the fact that he couldn't speak. Nor could he see--instead he felt another body climb on the bed. He faintly heard giggling as the new person got astride his legs and a small hand took hold of his slickened cock.
"Happy Birthday again, baby," Sandy cheered as Arthur felt the head of his knob slip into the visitor's wet and exceedingly tight cunt. He could hear his groan echoed by the woman whose labial lips were closing around his cock, and he let her work it all the way in, which she accomplished by alternating between slow, spiraling rotations of her hips and pauses in which she took deep breaths. She took her time, apparently distracted by something Sandy was doing to, or with, her, for his lover was leaning forward, giving Arthur some breathing space. It didn't stop him from lapping at Sandy's cunt, and she began rocking back on his face to a third orgasm.
Meanwhile, his prick's captor began a slow grind on his hips, intensifying the pressure on Arthur's member by clenching the muscles of her cunt just as she bottomed out and began pulling back up. The feeling was exquisite--Arthur reached out to touch the mystery woman but Sandy grabbed his hands to her breasts. Nothing to do but work harder, he thought, lapping and sucking at Sandy's cunt with greater vigor in an effort to make her come again, fall off him, and give him a view of his present.
"Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah," Sandy spasmed over his face, her hands clenched in Arthur's stretched out to the sides. Go Princess, go, thought Arthur of his moaning lover impaled on his stiffened tongue. As if she heard him, Sandy fell back over his head, giving Arthur his first view of the woman milking his prick with such skill.
