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Betsy's Fantasy Birthday Party  -  ASSM story codes MF, M+F, 
oral, anal, gangbang

DISCLAIMER:  This is an original work of fiction.  Any 
resemblance between the characters or events and any real 
person or event is strictly coincidental.  This story was 
written only for my own amusement and that of others; the 
views expressed by the characters or implied by their 
actions should not be construed in any way to represent the 
views of the author or any other person, on any subject 
whatsoever.  Nor should the descriptions of any sexual or 
sadomasochistic activities be construed as an endorsement of 
their safety or legality in any jurisdiction.  (No sex is 
safe; excessive masturbation can give you RSI.)  I'm sorry 
but I do not recall, Senator, and I believe I may have been 
in the bathroom or out of the country at that time.  
TMSAISTI.

WARNING: This story contains adult themes such as consensual 
sex, profanity, sodomy, and group sex.  If you are under 
legal age in your jurisdiction or if such material offends 
you or is unlawful to read in your community, you must stop 
reading now.  

COPYRIGHT  2001  by GrizzlyBear - auto142230 at 
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Like many of the best fantasies, this is 
based on a true story - actually three different events with 
three different women, of whom Betsy is a composite, and the 
gangbang part of it never happened with anybody.  This is the
 first story I wrote, so it is the first story I am posting.  Your 
comments are appreciated.  Flames will be cheerfully deleted.

Betsy's Fantasy Birthday Party

This all happened quite a few years ago.  Betsy and I had 
been seeing each other on a semi-regular basis for about 4 
months (I had another part-time girlfriend at the time 
also).  We first connected on a New Years Eve; she had been 
standing alone in a bar, and I had recognized her as someone 
who was an occasional customer at the store where I worked 
at the time.  She was no raving beauty but was not hard to 
look at either; she seemed shy and forced herself to smile 
too much, as I remembered.  That night she was standing in a 
corner alone, swaying to the music, looking lonely, and I 
had asked her to dance.  I was really interested in her 
friend, but her friend seemed already occupied that evening. 
We ended up going to her place for a night cap with her 
friend, and after one drink her friend had left.  

All it took was an arm around her waist and a little kiss, 
and she had nearly thrown me into her bed.  We fucked five 
or six times that night, in just about every position I 
could think of; she let me take the initiative and do pretty 
much what I wanted.  I was less adventurous and not so 
dominant in those days, so I didn't get past oral sex (she 
tried, too, but didn't quite know what to do - mostly just 
put it in her mouth and slobber) and a finger in her ass 
while I fucked her.  

Betsy was taller than average, with dark shoulder-length 
wavy hair, and just a little plump in spots.   Her family 
had Danish and Swedish and German ancestry.   She always 
dressed quite conservatively; dark loose-fitting clothing, 
no short skirts, very plain maximum-coverage underwear, 
opaque fabrics, high necklines, no makeup and little 
jewelry.  She had been raised in a very repressed Lutheran 
environment that she seemed to be making only a small effort 
to escape from.

 She had  smallish breasts with very large nipples, wide 
hips,  and generous ass and thighs; her waist was not small, 
but it was certainly a waist, and she had only a small 
swelling at her belly.  Her pubic hair was very thick and 
dark, and she had a large-lipped pussy that got sopping wet 
quickly and stayed that way.  It wasn't very tight to begin 
with and after her first orgasm it would get really pretty 
loose, even for my larger-than-average cock (8"long x 6" 
circumference).  In fact it was difficult to get enough 
stimulation for me to come; I had to finish with her legs 
together and straddling her, or on her side straddling one 
leg with the top leg extended and crossed over it, or rear-
entry with her flat on her belly and with her legs together, 
to obtain the needed friction.  I really wanted to fuck her 
tight asshole that first night, but after her orgasm with my 
finger in her butt, she had said that hurts and please take 
it out.  So it didn't happen. 

We spent at least one night together most weekends for the 
next few months.  I often gave her backrubs with oil, and 
soon she would let me stick a greased finger into her ass 
when I fucked her doggy style afterwards.  But she most 
liked to be fucked on her back, with her legs together and 
me straddling her; she would usually come pretty quickly in 
this position because she got a lot of stimulation on her 
clit.   One time in this position she was coming pretty hard 
and said, "Hurt me.  Hurt me."  When I then roughly squeezed 
her breasts  and twisted her nipples, she really went wild 
and thrashed around pretty good.  But I had not discovered 
my own interest in BDSM at that time, and did not pursue 
that line of exploration as far as I now feel I should have.

She had one of the larger clits I have seen; a quarter inch 
in diameter and a half inch long when erect, it was also 
extremely sensitive; I could not directly stimulate it 
except when she was already coming, or she would buck me 
right off like I was riding the Strawberry Roan.  I at one 
point suggested that I should tie her down so I could lick 
her clit properly, and she replied, "No, no, that's just too 
weird and nasty, and I'm too afraid I might like it."  I 
didn't push that any farther either.  It was not too 
difficult to slide four fingers into her cunt once it was 
good and sloppy wet.  I never thought at the time of adding 
the thumb and trying for the whole hand, but I am pretty 
sure it would have gone in.  As I say, I've learned a few 
tricks since then.

She several times dropped hints that she was interested in 
marriage; she showed me sets of sheets, and towels, and 
dishes that she was saving, even used the phrase "when we 
are married"  a couple times.  Not wishing to lead her on, I 
told her that I was not interested in marriage, at least not 
to her, and if it was what she really wanted she had better 
look elsewhere.  I told her that she was not the only woman 
I was seeing.  But she was persistent; it was she who called 
to arrange most dates and meetings, although once we were 
together the sex was up to me.  She pretty much just laid 
there most of the time.  I was getting pretty bored with the 
whole thing and was thinking about how to break it off.

One time, as I was trying to get her to describe some of her 
fantasies to me, she said that she had sometimes wondered 
what it would be like to have four or five  strange men at 
the same time.  She said that she got horny walking past 
construction sites, when the dirty, sweaty, muscular men 
would whistle or make lewd comments, and wondered what it 
would be like if they took her forcefully.  This gave me an 
idea, as she had a birthday coming up.  And when I asked her 
a week or so later if she would like to take a little trip 
for her birthday and try something a little wild and crazy, 
she agreed - without demanding to know what I meant by wild 
and crazy.  Oh, she asked of course, but I just said it 
would be her birthday surprise and promised her she would 
have a good time.  

I bought her a complete outfit,  partly from a mail-order 
lingerie store.  I had it wrapped in two boxes with some 
bright red gift wrap. On the weekend of her birthday, we 
drove a couple hours to a nearby city where I knew that 
there was a suitable location for what I had in mind.  I had 
a motel room reserved.  She was a little peeved when she saw 
that it was at a truck stop motel five miles outside of 
town, but forgot all about that when she found that it was 
the honeymoon suite, had its own Jacuzzi and a vibrating bed 
with mirrors on the ceiling, and there were bouquets of 
flowers and a couple cold bottles of champagne waiting when 
we walked into the room.  We drank one of the bottles of 
champagne, and then had some very warm and gentle love-
making.  I told her to go have a bath, and she would get the 
first part of her birthday present when she came out, and 
then we would go to dinner.  

She came out wrapped in a towel, and I handed her the first 
box.  She tore off the paper and opened it to find: a black 
lace garter belt with black stockings, a black lace demi-cup 
bra that cupped and lifted her breasts but left the nipples 
and above completely exposed, a tight black skirt that was 
below-knee length but was slit to mid-thigh up the front, 
and a thin white silk blouse that, although not sheer, in 
the right light was somewhat revealing. Upon opening the box 
she held each garment up to examine it.  I had them arranged 
in the box so that the blouse was first, then the skirt, 
then the garter belt and last the bra.  By the time she held 
up the bra, her eyes were very wide.  It took her a moment 
to realize just how much it didn't cover, and to realize 
that there were no panties to go with it.

"You are going to wear this outfit to dinner," I said, "but 
I want your pussy to be completely exposed under your dress, 
so first I am going to shave you."  Her eyes got even wider.   
I led her back into the bathroom and pulled the towel off of 
her.  I sat her down on the edge of the bathtub, and took a 
small pair of scissors out of my shaving kit.  I knelt 
between her legs and with the scissors trimmed away most of 
the hair; then I laid a washcloth moistened with hot water 
on her crotch for a few minutes.  I lathered her up with my 
shaving cream and using a new blade carefully shaved her 
formerly very luxuriant bush completely smooth.  I had her 
rinse under the shower; I toweled her crotch dry and applied 
some of my massage oil, which is walnut oil with herbs and 
has a tingly, warming effect on the skin.  All this time she 
had not said a single word.  

I led her back out of the bathroom, and pointed to the 
clothes lying on the bed, and said, "Get dressed."  And she 
did!  Still not a word.  She had buttoned all but the top 
button on the blouse, out of habit I guess.  I unbuttoned 
two more - now it was almost possible to see how little of 
her breasts the bra really covered.  I took her only pair of 
black high heels out of my own bag - she hadn't noticed they 
were gone from her closet, and I had never seen her wear 
them - and handed them to her.  As she bent to put them on, 
I slipped a hand up her skirt and felt her pussy - it was 
positively dripping!  I folded up a handful of toilet paper 
and handed it to her, saying,  "Here - keep this between 
your legs for a while, or you will have a wet spot on the 
back of your skirt when we get to dinner.  Get your sweater, 
and lets go."

We drove a short distance to a fairly nice steakhouse - it's 
what passes for a fine restaurant in this part of the 
country - and had a very nice dinner.  It was dimly lit by 
candles on the tables.  We each had a couple Martinis, I 
ordered steak and lobster for both of us, and a bottle of a 
very nice Cabernet. After dinner I checked my watch; there 
was still some time to kill, so we split a piece of some 
kind of cake that was mostly chocolate for dessert, then a 
couple glasses of Drambuie liqueur.  

Except for a few squeezes on her knee in the car, I kept my 
hands off of her all through dinner.  I kept telling her how 
sexy she looked, and how turned on I was knowing that she 
was sitting there with no panties on, and how I was going to 
fuck her hard when we got back to the motel.

We drove back to the motel and just before we pulled in I 
said, "Why don't we stop for a nightcap?"  Well, right next 
to the motel was the reason I had gotten the room here - a 
locally infamous strip club with nude exotic dancers, simply 
named "Bob's Lounge."   And it was now about time for the 
shifts to change at the nearby mill - I knew the place 
usually got pretty wild then, and had checked with the bar 
by phone to find out what time that happened.  I parked 
before she had a chance to object, and had her door open and 
was pulling her out of the car.

We went inside and I paid the cover.  It was nearly empty 
and there were no girls on the stage, but I knew that would 
soon change.  I picked a table near the back but in a spot 
that was a little more brightly lit than most of the room.  
I ordered two brandies from the topless waitress, tipping 
her very generously, and started whispered encouraging 
things into Betsy's ear.  I told her how hot she looked, and 
that even when the girls came out on stage that guys would 
be looking at her, and not them.  I asked her what she 
wanted to do first when we got back to the room - she just 
sat there with her mouth open.  I told her to hike up her 
skirt just a bit, and cross her legs, and she did - a couple 
inches of her naked thigh above the stocking top were now 
visible above the bottom of the slit in her skirt. Pretty 
soon, the guys from the mill started to come in, the music 
picked up,  and one of the dancers came out on stage and 
began to strip.

Pretty soon the place was pretty busy - not really crowded, 
but most of the tables were occupied.  The third dancer was 
now on stage, and she was getting fairly raunchy.  Guys were 
putting rolled up bills in their mouths and laying their 
heads back on the stage, and she was picking the bills out 
with her naked pussy.  Betsy's eyes were big as saucers, she 
was breathing in quick shallow pants, and her face was 
fairly red.  She had never seen anything quite like this and 
obviously the emotions or the pheromones from a roomful of 
horny men was having some sort of effect.  As the dancer 
left the stage, the music died down and I asked her, "Do you 
see anyone here you would like to invite to your birthday 
party?"  

She turned her head back and forth, and I saw her gaze stop 
on a table of men that was about 10 feet away, to the front 
and a bit to one side of us.  I nodded my head at them and 
said, "What do you think?  Would you like to have them all 
for your birthday?  I'll bet they would just love to come, 
if we asked them nice!"   

She was speechless - she just stared at them, finally she 
nodded her head a little and said in a low whisper, "Okay.  
Sure." 

 I put a hand on her thigh and gave it a little squeeze.  
"Are you sure?"  

"Uh-huh.  I'm sure."  

I turned her chair a bit so that she was now directly facing 
them.  I leaned over and gave her a kiss, and unbuttoned 
another button on her blouse.  Nearly revealing her nipples, 
it was now quite obvious that her breasts were basically 
bare beneath it.  I pulled the hem of her skirt up over her 
knees, and spread her thighs just a bit, so that by looking 
up her skirt a considerable expanse of naked inner thigh was 
clearly visible above the stocking tops. Then I got up and 
stepped over to the bar, gave the waitress a twenty, and 
asked her to bring that table a round on me.  I waited until 
the waitress  showed up with their drinks, and pointed to 
the table that was buying.  When they looked over, Betsy was 
clearly on display for them.  I grinned and got up, and 
walked over to their table.  "Hey guys, want to help my 
girlfriend celebrate her birthday?  She'd really like for 
you all to come!"

Betsy was grinning at them and blushing crimson.  She spread 
her thighs a little wider.  They agreed quickly.  They all 
appeared to be in their twenties or early thirties, and 
looked pretty fit, from the work they were used to doing.  
They were also obviously sweaty and dirty.  Perfect for my 
scheme!  I gave them the room number, told them to wait 10 
minutes and knock three times twice, and bring beer if they 
wanted it.  Betsy and I got up and left, got into the car 
and parked a dozen spaces away from our room.   She was 
trembling a little, and breathing fast as we walked up to 
the door.  "Are you sure you want this?  Its not too late to 
back out yet."  I told her as I unlocked the door.  

"Yessss,"  she said.  "I do want it. And it IS too late."

I told her to unwrap the second package then. Inside were a 
dozen condoms, a vibrator, a large tube of KY, and a sheer 
black negligee that only came to just below her waist. As I 
undressed except for my tight black briefs, I told her to 
take off the skirt and blouse and put on the negligee, and 
when she had I  told her to lean over the bed.  I put on my 
robe, and then I put my hand to her pussy.  It was dripping 
wet - in fact the juices were already running down her 
thighs.  Then came the knock at the door.

I let the four men in - one of them was quite large, at 
least 6'4" tall and over 250 pounds.  They had all brought 
their beers from the bar plus a couple of 6-packs.  "Come in 
gentlemen!  Say happy birthday to Ann - she is 26 tomorrow!  
Ann, come over and greet your birthday presents!"  

Ann was her middle name; I wanted to keep this all 
anonymous, so I never gave them our real names, and never 
asked theirs.  She walked over to them, and gave each one a 
big deep-tongue kiss, stroking their cocks through their 
pants as she did.  They took advantage of the opportunity to 
squeeze her ass and her tits.  "Now unwrap the rest of your 
presents."  She knelt in front of the men and one at a time 
she undid their pants and lowered them, and pulled down 
their underwear, exposing their now erect cocks and sucking 
them into her mouth.

As she did this I put the 6-packs on the dresser, brought 
out the box of condoms and placed it beside the beer, and 
spoke.  "Here's the deal, gentlemen.  You will be able to 
fuck Ann in the pussy and in her mouth as many times as you 
want, as long as you use a condom.  As soon as you have 
come, pull out and make way for the next man and remove your 
condom - we want none of them slipping off inside her!  I 
have more condoms if we run out of these, so use a fresh one 
for every go.  If she gets dried out, I have lube here, 
although I doubt we will need it.  If you plan to stick 
fingers into her, we would both appreciate it if you would 
go wash your hands now.  Stay out of her ass - that's 
cherry, and it's mine.  And I am in charge - I will direct 
the scene.  Now before we begin, there is the matter of her 
birthday spanking." 

Betsy's head spun and stared at me - her mouth was hanging 
open, whether from the cock she had in her hand or my 
statement about a spanking, I'm not sure.   She had gotten 
the pants down on the last man, the biggest one, and he had 
an awesome tool; she couldn't fit the head into her mouth.  
Fully 10 inches long and more than 7 inches in 
circumference, I had little doubt that he would still be 
able to easily sink it right into Betsy's capacious cunt.  I 
sat on the edge of the bed.  "Come here, Ann dear, and lie 
across my lap."

She stumbled towards me, propelled by a large hand at her 
back.  I pulled her down by the arms, and she lay across my 
knees, her ass exposed for all to abuse.  I slipped two 
fingers into her pussy; it was already very wet and the 
inner lips were swollen.  "26,  gentlemen, that's five 
apiece for each of you, and 6 for me.  Now form up in a line 
and give her what she needs.  She's been a VERY naughty 
girl, and must be spanked.  Aren't you naughty, Ann?  Don't 
you need a spanking, my dear?"  

"Yessss." she sighed in a very soft voice.  

"I will count.  Please begin."

They lined up and spanked her; the big man was the last of 
them and he spanked very hard.  Each blow landed on her ass 
with a POP! and by the time he finished her ass was very 
red.  She was now howling with each smack.  I gave her a 
hard slap on each cheek and then 4 to her pussy, not as hard 
but allowing my fingers to first push into her sopping cunt 
and then to directly impact her clit on the last two.  She 
shrieked and reached back to try to protect herself from the 
blows with her hands, but it was too late - they were 
completed by then.  She was panting now.

I then lifted her off my knees and slipped the negligee off 
of her shoulders, dropping it on the bed.  I unhooked her 
bra, and after removing it, laid her on her back on the bed, 
with her ass barely on it and her legs hanging off, feet 
resting on the floor.  "I'll get her warmed up now for the 
rest of you,"  I said, and I spread her thighs open and 
knelt between them.  "Each of you grab an arm or leg, and 
hold her down - she's gonna buck pretty hard in a minute."  
I turned on the vibrator, and began to tease her cunt with 
it, rubbing just the buzzing tip around her lips and just 
inside the lips, and several times just touching it briefly 
to the very tip of her clit.  Each time I did that, she 
gasped and arched her back.  She was beginning to moan 
softly.  Finally she began to ask for the dildo.  

I slid it all the way in and out a few times, and then 
concentrated my efforts on her G-spot, holding the buzzing 
plastic shaft at an angle and pushing it in to about half 
way, and then out while keeping the tip pushing against the 
front of her vaginal wall.  She was moaning louder, with a 
groan every time I hit the spot with the vibrator.  Pretty 
soon I had figured out just where she found the feeling the 
most intense.  "Hold her now."  

I leaned over and sucked her clit into my mouth and began to 
flick it with the tip of my tongue, while I pressed the 
vibrator hard against her G-spot and moved it in very short 
quick strokes.  She began to emit short screams that 
punctuated each breath and was bucking her hips frantically.  
Something like, "Waaoow, waow, whoh, oh, oh, oh, oh whoah oh 
whoah, oh!"  Finally she let out a long scream, and I sucked 
her clit hard, gripped the shaft of it lightly between my 
teeth and flicked it furiously with my tongue; she let out 
another, higher scream, then collapsed with a gasp.  
"OOOOOHHHHHH!   YAAAAIIIIHHHHEEEEEEEE!"  

She was flushed bright red from her hair clear to her belly, 
and was breathing in gasps.  Sweat was pouring off of her 
face.  "Gentlemen, start your fucking," I commanded.

They each fucked her at least twice; while they weren't 
fucking her pussy they had their dicks in her mouth, or were 
sucking on her nipples as they stroked themselves.  She was 
moaning constantly, and she came three more times as she was 
being fucked.  I watched them to make sure that they all 
started each fuck with a fresh condom, and pulled out as 
soon as I saw that they had come.  I had them drop all the 
used condoms into a plastic bag.  Every time she seemed to 
be getting close to coming, I would put my fingertips onto 
the area around her clit and rotate them until she came.  
When I saw that the big guy was hard and ready for his third 
go, I said, "Time to switch things a bit."  

I told the big guy to lie on his back next to her, and the 
rest of us grabbed her arms and legs and turned her over on 
top of him.  He slid his huge shaft into her stretched and 
sopping pussy, and started to slide it in and out.  I 
stepped up behind her and began to apply KY to her virgin 
asshole, pushing considerable quantities inside with my 
finger.  Soon I had two fingers sliding in and out with 
ease.  I slid in the vibrator, and turned it on.  She began 
to groan loudly with every stroke. I opened my robe and 
slipped out of my briefs, and lubed  my rock-hard cock with 
KY.  I positioned the head at her puckered asshole and began 
to push a little.  "Now Ann, I am going to fuck your cherry 
asshole.  Do you want it?  Tell me you want it.  Tell me you 
want me to fuck your ass."  I now had the head inside and 
was moving it in and out just a little; as her sphincter 
gripped the head tightly it was not sliding but was actually 
moving her sphincter in and out.  She groaned over and over 
from the new and very intense stimulation. 

"Ohhhhhh...Ohhhhh... Jesus... Noooo... Ohhhhh... MMMMMM...
Oh.., God.., yes.., do it, Fuck my ass... Ohhhhhh... 
Fuck...  Fuck me...  Hurt meeee... Ohhhhh."  

I began to slowly push my cock in.  Her ass was 
fantastically tight; I was used to a tight feeling like this 
when I fucked my other girlfriend, and it felt wonderful.  
When there were just a couple inches left to go, I pushed 
very hard and drove it in to the hilt, and she gave a low 
grunt, then gave a long, low groan.  I left it there a few 
moments to get my composure; I didn't want to come right 
away, and I was pretty turned on.  The big man underneath 
her, who had stopped fucking her to pay attention to the 
scene as I pushed into her ass, now began to slide his cock 
in and out of her again.  God that felt strange!  Only a 
couple of fairly thin membranes separated his cock from 
mine; between the two of us we had her pelvic opening 
stuffed pretty full!  She began to moan in time to his 
strokes.

Gradually picking up the speed, I was soon fucking her ass 
with long hard regular strokes; the big cock in her pussy 
was matching me stroke for stroke  She let out a WHOOO! each 
time our cocks hit bottom.  I had given her forty or fifty 
strokes, when she began to gasp and yell.  I told the man, 
"Grab her tits - pinch her nipples."  As soon as he did this 
she began to come again, finally throwing back her head and 
giving out a long high wail, and I could feel her rectum 
begin to spasm against my cock.  This set me off, and I shot 
spurt after spurt of my hot cum into her ass.  She was 
thrashing her head back and forth and shrieking loudly.  
Finally, she collapsed against the mans chest.  Spent now 
myself I pulled out of her ass with a PLOP! sound.  

The man below was apparently not done yet however, and began 
pistoning his meat into her pussy with vigor, now that he 
was not distracted by my motions.   I looked around at the 
other men; although they were all pulling frantically at 
their cocks, none was hard.   "Anyone else want another go?"  
I said.  

The only reply came from Betsy; "My ass - do it, fuck my 
ass.  I want it in there."  She was saying it to the man she 
was lying on.  

I said to him, "Its her birthday and its what she wants.  
Fuck her ass."  

He rolled over so that she was beneath him, and pulled out 
of her pussy.  He put her legs up on his shoulders, 
positioned the tip of his glistening latex-covered cock at 
her puckered asshole that was now oozing with my cum, and 
drove it into her in one hard stroke.  He gripped her waist, 
and began to drive it in hard and fast, with a force that 
forced her breath out with a grunt as he hit bottom, 
followed by a gasp as he pulled it back for the next.  

I climbed onto the bed beside her, and put four fingers into 
her pussy and my thumb on her clit.  I began rubbing her 
clit with my thumb and stroking her G-spot with my two 
middle fingers, and she soon began to spurt all over my 
hand.  It was running down her belly in a stream, puddling 
at her breasts and running down her sides and onto the bed. 
She was shrieking constantly, and her cunt was spasming 
against my hand.  I had never felt her do that before, and I 
had never had a woman ejaculate before.  The man with his 
cock in her ass must have been getting a similar treatment 
from her rectum;  he drove his cock in hard, arched his 
back, and began to jerk his hips up with such force that he 
was nearly lifting her shoulders off the bed.  His face got 
bright red, and the cord stood out in his neck as he clamped 
his jaw; finally he let out a loud OOOHHH! and then  pulled 
his cock out of her ass.  Betsy had passed out.

I said, "Thank you for the party, gentlemen - I think we 
have fucked her out."  They all got dressed and left, and I 
bet they still get hard-ons thinking about the fucking they 
gave Betsy that night.  When she came to, I said, "Your 
guests have gone, but they left you a little gift."  I took 
the bag with the used condoms in it, and stripped their 
contents into one of the motel plastic tumblers.  There was 
a good inch in it when I was done.  She watched wide-eyed 
and open-mouthed, still on her back on the bed with her feet 
on the floor as I did this.  "Do you want this now?" I said 
, holding the glass of cum up for her to see.  She nodded 
her head.  I began to pour it onto her breasts, then I 
dribbled it up onto her chin and around her face, and poured 
the last of it into her open mouth;  she opened wider to get 
it all.  I rubbed the sticky mess into her breasts and face, 
and then gave her my cum covered fingers to suck, which she 
did.  

I raised her up so that she was sitting on the edge of the 
bed  I had to help her to the bathroom; she was unable to 
walk.  I gave her a couple of glasses of cold water, which 
she gulped down thirstily.  I peeled off the rest of her 
cum-soaked outfit and put her into the Jacuzzi for a while, 
climbed in next to her to soak myself clean as well, and 
then pulled both of us into the shower to soap and rinse.  I 
had to help her stand the whole time.  Then I toweled her 
dry and helped her back to bed.  I opened the second bottle 
of champagne, and poured two glasses.  She drank the first 
one straight down, and I refilled it; she drank that one too 
and I poured her a third, before I even took a sip.  "How is 
your birthday going so far, Betsy?" I asked her.  

"Oh. my!  I never imagined that sex could be like that.  I 
am still having trouble believing that it all happened to 
me."

She said she was too tired and sore the next morning to fuck 
anymore, so after a late breakfast we drove home.  She spent 
the next night at my place, but was too sore still, until 
the following morning.  I fucked her pussy for a while until 
she came, and then fucked her ass until I came, while she 
did herself with the vibrator and came again.  It was great!  
Much better sex I thought, than we had had previous to this 
weekend.  But it was not to last.

Epilog:
The next weekend she said that she didn't want to see me, 
and needed to do some thinking about our relationship.  That 
was fine with me; my other girlfriend had felt a little 
neglected the previous weekend when I had spent it all with 
Betsy.  The weekend after that, she said that she wanted 
things to cool off for a while; she wasn't sure she was 
comfortable with our new sexual situation.  I didn't push 
her; I had other things to do.  And after a couple more 
weeks she left for a long-planned trip to Europe, where she 
planned to stay with distant relatives on a farm in Denmark 
for a couple months and practice her Danish.  She was gone 
for 4 or 5 months.

We never really got back together after that.  It seemed to 
me that she had retreated from her newly-found sexual 
desires and capacity, back to the sexual guilt of her 
Lutheran upbringing.  She moved back in with her parents 
after returning from her trip, and gained weight.  

Once, a couple months after she returned from Europe, she 
called me and asked if she could come over.  When she did, 
and brought up her desire to start over and ignore what had 
happened on her birthday, I told her that if we were going 
to see each other at all, that she would have to serve me as 
a sex slave; I was not interested in trying to go back to 
the basically boring sex we had previous to that.  And I was 
not interested in a full-time relationship with her at that 
time; I had other girlfriends that I found more exciting.  
She said that she could not bring herself to participate in 
that "nasty" behavior anymore, and that was that.

I still see her around town once in a while; she never 
married, or even had another boyfriend that I know of.  I 
guess sometimes fantasies are better left untried.

End.

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