"Okay, I will need one man to help me prepare supper. Eric? Okay, thank you. And to reward you for volunteering when no one else would, I am going to fuck you in the kitchen." Both groans and cheers echoed across the back yard.
Grandma Julie turned to go to the kitchen but hesitated. After about two seconds, she turned back to her audience with a mischievous smile and walked over to the food table. She reached down and took a potato chip, then she looked down at her cum-covered body. Using the chip, she scooped up a large glob of cum and pushed the chip and its cum into her mouth. There was a loud and cumulative groan from my friends, a groan I joined. Then she reached for a tortilla chip and scraped more cum off her body. Crunching on the tortilla chip, she moaned and then grinned at all of us.
"I think I prefer the tortilla chip. And I think I need more than one." She continued grinning as she took chip after chip and scraped cum on them. She must have eaten a dozen cum-covered chips, all the while grinning and moaning. And the guys were beginning to get restless. Soon, there were several guys with serious boners, stroking away. Grandma Julie looked around at her audience and chuckled.
"Oh, I love young cocks. So responsive..." She dropped her eyes to the table, as if searching for something else to eat. She grinned when she saw there was a piece of pizza still on a serving platter, and she took it and put it on a paper plate from a stack on the table.
"Okay, boys. I need some more cum. Think you can help me out?" And several of my friends immediately stepped forward. They stroked themselves a little faster for several minutes, with the rest of us watching and getting hard. In another minute, one of the guys groaned loudly and stepped closer, positioning his hard dick over the piece of pizza. Seconds more and he shouted his release. He shot several streams of cum on the pizza, even shooting some over the top of the plate and landing on the floor. Then another guy grabbed the plate and slid it toward himself, oozing a large amount of cum onto the pizza. He grinned at his buddy who had beat him to it.
"You might shoot farther than me, but I got my entire load on the pizza." The look on his face showed that he believed he won the apparent contest. This, of course, brought another one of my friends into the contest as he stepped forward to shoot his cum on the pizza. Two more joined in the effort to coat Grandma Julie's pizza with cum. Then she stepped forward and picked up the plate. Smiling all around, she looked closely at the cum-coated pizza and grinned widely at everyone. Turning so everyone could easily see, she raised the pizza and slowly ate the entire piece.
"Yum! I think that was the best pizza I have ever had. Thank you guys for your contributions." Then she slowly licked her fingers, causing everyone around her to groan loudly.
"Now, I need the rest of you to think about what you would like to do with the cum loads you are building up for me." And this time she turned and walked into the kitchen. Eric looked around and grinned at his friends, and then followed Grandma Julie into the kitchen, his hard cock showing he was clearly excited at what might happen there.
The rest of the guys turned to me with various expressions of lust and excitement on their faces.
"Shit, man, you have the coolest Grandma in the world!"
"Yeah, and she is the hottest!"
Several more of my friends made similar comments, underlining the fact this this was clearly the best Birthday Party I had ever experienced. I couldn't stop grinning at everyone.
Suddenly, I heard my cell phone ringing. I reached for my pockets and realized that my birthday suit had no pockets. I looked around for it and didn't see it anywhere. That was when I realized I could barely hear it, indicating it was apparently in another room.
"Bobbie, your phone is ringing." I looked over to the serving window and saw that Grandma Julie had slid it open and was trying to hand my phone to me. I walked over to take it and pressed the button.
"Happy Birthday, Bobbie!" The exclamation was followed by a squeal, and then a sincere attempt at singing the relevant song. I recognized the struggling voice of my friend and sometimes girlfriend, Andrea. She was very attractive, even beautiful, but her interests were nothing like mine. So we would date a few times and then break up, while remaining friends. A couple months later we would repeat the pattern. This cycle haunted us for the last two years, separated by a more sincere effort at dating others. But somehow these other relationships never lasted very long and we would return to dating each other again. It seemed to be a crazy pattern, but one which we were apparently doomed to repeat. And probably the primary reason we repeated this pattern was because sex with Andrea was simply incredible. She loved to give and receive head and her blowjobs were the best I ever experienced. Plus, she loved to wear sexy clothes on our dates and tease me with flashes of her tits and even pussy with apparent unconcern over how many people could see her body parts. So we fucked a lot for a couple months, and then our interests would wander to other people. Through it all, Andrea and I managed to remain good friends.
"I just wanted to call and wish you Happy Birthday in three hours. Plus I wanted to say we should get together. We always get together on our birthdays. and we always have a really good birthday fuck. So, why haven't you called me?" I looked around at the friends surrounding me. Several looked like they were going to interrupt the call in an attempt to embarrass me so I picked up what I hoped was my beer and tried to walk away. But my friends followed. When I turned toward them, trying to gesture that I wanted some privacy, one of my friends leaned in and spoke loudly.
"Hey, Andrea. Bobbie is having a great Birthday Party that he couldn't invite you to." Several of my friends laughed loud enough for Andrea to hear.
"Oh, hi, Will." Andrea paused for a few seconds and then continued.
"Yes, it clearly sounds like you are having a party. So why didn't you invite me?" A ball of fear suddenly materialized in my stomach, threatening to eject the food already there. I froze, uncertain what to say. During my silence, one of my friends made a suggestion.
"Why don't you invite Andrea to join us? Or are you afraid?" Several of the guys laughed out loud, embarrassing the hell out of me. Greg, the guy who said that, made sure he spoke loud enough for Andrea to hear. All my friends here at my party knew Andrea. Most of them liked her and a few of them had been the beneficiary of her flashing activities in the past. They all thought she was attractive and some thought she was hot. They all knew we fucked a lot and some had even suggested they would like to participate. But so far, neither Andrea nor I had suggested a mthreesome to the other. I guessed that was simply not one of her fantasies, and I knew it was not one of mine. And yet, I had to admit that the idea of inviting Andrea to the party tonight was exciting, in a perverse way. For just a second I saw Andrea and Grandma Julie on their knees side by side, with all of my friends lined up waiting for a blowjob. And then Grandma Julie ruined my resistance.
"If that is Andrea, why don't you invite her to the party. We have plenty of food for her, and I am sure she would enjoy watching everything." For a moment, I panicked at the thought. And then I found myself getting even more excited. I hesitated for a couple of seconds, long enough for Andrea to interrupt my thoughts.
"That was your Grandma, wasn't it? You are over at her place for your party, right? Okay, I am coming over. I will be there in ten minutes." And I panicked at the idea of her joining the party.
"Wait, Andrea. I am not sure that is a good idea." I stopped and gulped, and then I tried to continue.
"I mean, the guys are acting a little crude and I am not sure you... I mean, it might be a little much for you." My comment felt really lame and Andrea made the effort to point point that out.
