I had to work on my twentieth birthday. Evening shift. My wife want to take me out but no could do. I came home and found her and her best girlfriend in our kitchen making me a birthday cake. Both were completely naked and covered in frosting. They put on one hell of a show for me on the kitchen table eating the frosting off each other and then took turns pleasuring me. The best part was when her friend climbed over her and ground her frosted pussy mound over my wife's. My wife told me I had to do one stroke per pussy until I came. The lucky girl got the birthday boy's batter.

Which one was the lucky girl?

Thanks to all of you...
 

Keep the story going. I want to read how it turned out, and any other stories.

If you are going to continue this, do it in your own thread. You have already hogged this one way too much.

If there was an easy way to pull out your post already I would say a new thread.
It does deserve its own thread. But it would be nice it was from the start, hence I said if you could pull out other post.

I believe the mods can do it.

Badminton Club. Became "An Item" with one of the girls. But she had a Younger Brother. A "Know-It-All", detested by everyone except his Dragon Mother. I was considered "unsuitable", 'cos my family didn't have a Telephone !! Our Partnership dwindled when I was Called-Up for National Service. But he recalled Past Happy Times, suggesting a Parental Visit when, sometime later, we met on a Long Distance Coach.

"His Fiance is here!" bellowed the Dragon as I entered their house. Fi slid skilfully from the sofa as I entred , the hem of her green skirt rising rapidly as she trapped its folds twixt elbows and waist. Nice Arse. White briefs. Stockings. Suspenders. Long, luscious thighs. Our eyes locked as she gazed at my reflection in the fireplace mirror. We kissed. Mouths wide. Gnashers grinding. Tongues down throat."I'm only 18! I'm NOT Engaged !" Fi yelled, holding out her bare ring finger. "It's Un-Official!" the Dragon crooned shyly. "OH ! Yes ! " I retorted. "I know all about that !" "You need to watch your dress." muttered Pa from the depths of his cosy arm chair.

I'm swiftly pinned against the arm of the sofa as the Prents doze, escaping by going to the loo. On return, I sit in the larger space, twixt Fi and Pa. She drifts towards me, so I slide my arm aroud her, under her white blouse and tweak her left tit. She smiles. I unclip her bra, sliding the straps off her shoulders. She eyes his comatose Parents as she turns towards me, untucking her blouse as I knead her bare breasts. Now, under the flourescent lighting, I can see her decolitage is copiously sprinkled with dried remnants! Of what ? I slide my hand up her skirt, past her suspenders, and scrabble at her knicker elastic. "Open your Legs !" I demand. She spreads them, wide. BANG! the metal heel of her stiletto snags the nylon carpet, the shoe dragged from her raised left foot and sent crashing to the floor. The Parents rouse, a cup of tea suggested.

They doze, so she goes to the loo (removing what ?), returning wearing a Matching Suit Jacket and carrying a now well-stuffed leather shopping bag. "Ready ?" she intones as the Dragon stirrs. "You're going in OUR Car" It bawls. "NO! I'm going all the way with HIM!" Fi responds. "But it's raining!" Dragon shouts. "I've got ALL the Protection I need" Fi insists, brandishing her telescopic gamp. Pa exits to start the car, the Dragon goes up to the loo. We stood by the piano, perusing each other. Reasonable tits. Lovely, Long, Luscious Legs. Childbearing hips. She eyes the bulge in my groin, comparing it favourably with her rolled brolly. "I live on Posh Road", she exhorts. "I'll show you. With you I'll go all he way. You can come inside! "

The Dragon returned and seized her by the wrist, dragging her into the hallway and slamming the door. She grips the handle to prevent my egress, urging Fi to go to the waiting car. I finally exit and traverse the passage, the glass rattling as the Front Door is slammed. The Dragon's flicked the Yale Lock catch so it has to be unclipped before I can exit. She turns, the skin ripped from her knuckles as she forces her fingers through the tightly sprung Letter-Box, heaving the door shut to bar my exit. I force the door, but the Dragon stands limbs akimbo atop the porch steps. I duck past her to wave farewell, but the Dragon clasps her hands above her head in a "Boxers Victory Salute" as, with Fi aboard, the car slowly reverses. I reach the garden gate in time to see her attempting to open the electric-locked door, then beating her fists against the glass as the tears streamed down her cheeks. "You Off?" intoned the Dragon, blood dripping from both hands.

I've tried to read this three times, and still have no idea what's supposed to be going on. The only thing I am sure of is this isn't "non-fiction".

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WTF?

Translated from Urdu perhaps?