Aunt Matilda

While she was doing this, Aunt Matilda told Bethany, "You may as well press his dick down onto her breastbone now. And you two playing with my niece's tits may as well wrap her mountains around that dick." Giggling, all three young ladies did as they were told, allowing Mr. Blarney Stones to give Sara's tits a gentle tit-fucking as she sucked his balls.

After perhaps thirty seconds of this modified tableau, Sara seemed satisfied. She gave each of his balls one final kiss, and announced, "Please lift me out now," with a voice slightly muffled by the proximity of her mouth to all that male flesh. She was helped back up to her feet. As she looked around at all her topless friends, she noticed that Stephanie was still fully dressed, and cast a questioning look at her.

Stephanie understood that expression perfectly. Flushing a light red shade in the skin of her cheeks and neck, she explained, "I'm not wearing a blouse. I wore my best party dress tonight. Sorry. I really had no idea we'd be doing anything like this."

Grinning happily, Sara made a pronouncement. "We can't let Stephanie feel left out, can we? I now declare this to be party in which we'll all be wearing our birthday suits! Strip, everyone!"

Raucous laughter broke out as everyone rapidly removed everything they were wearing. If the male dancers' cocks looked huge before, they looked like they were straining to explode as the guys eyed all the newly exposed 18-year old naked flesh. Most of the young women were not shy about displaying their bodies, either. Nor was Aunt Matilda, and even though she was a couple of decades older than Sara and her friends, she had nothing to be ashamed of appearing unclothed. The males ogled her just as much.

Turning Cynthia to face Mr. Blarney Stones while stepping behind her, Sara pried her friend's labia apart. Catching his eye, she tried her best Irish accent, saying, "Ah sure, this be a fine little cunny on my friend here. Just right for plowing, d'ya tink?" Winking at him, she added with her regular voice, "Just seeing if I've received the gift of gab."

He laughed, showing his sparkling white teeth. "That ye have, lass. And does this field of your friend need plowin' d'ya tink?"

Cynthia moaned, "Yes. Oh yes. I do. I really do." This was a bit obvious, since her cunt was already leaking its juices, and their pungent aroma was in all nearby nostrils. She shrieked happily as he lifted her up bodily, as if she was light as a feather, and lowered her onto his dick. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and held on, as he started bucking up and down into her, remaining upright.

Aunt Matilda had been whispering something to Sara's friends Louise and Matty, clearly plotting something. Louise moved behind Sara, and sat down on the floor. She pressed her hands between Sara's thighs, forcing those thighs apart as she stood there. Louise's hands were busy opening Sara's pussy lips as Matty stood alongside her, gently waving a red napkin in front of Sara's cunt.

"Toro! Eh Toro! Aha, Toro!" Matty called out, shaking the napkin. El Toro gave a laughing roar, scraped his feet on the floor a couple of times, grasped his dick to aim it at the red cloth, and charged. At the last moment, Matty whipped the cloth away, and El Toro 'gored' Sara, right in her cunt. Aunt Matilda braced Sara's back and ass as she was skewered on that magnificent dick! To add to Sara's excitement, Louise started licking her ass cheeks.

While Sara was being fucked thoroughly, Stephanie had discovered that not only could she lick whipped cream off of a cock, she found that she could take quite a bit of Mt. Vesuvius' dick into her mouth and throat, and relish it. She was happily humming as she sucked at his precum juices. Of course, some of that humming may have been due to the fact that some of the fluids were leaking from the corner of her mouth onto her tit. And that had inspired Victoria to start lapping up those errant juices, polishing Steph's breast flesh with delightfully sensuous strokes.

Mr. Coconuts was tit-fucking one receptive female, while another was behind him, juggling his balls with her hands. Sara dismounted from El Toro, so the 'bull' moved forward and began giving Louise a mouth fucking. The men were carefully pacing themselves, switching females if they felt themselves getting close to cumming. They had to last the night, after all. The females had no such restrictions – sounds of their orgasms echoed around the room as one after another was brought to her peak. Whipped cream was on dicks, and on female tits, bellies, and cunts – but never for very long. Mouths were quite busy.

There still weren't enough men for all the females present, so Aunt Matilda gathered the ones not currently occupied together, stating, "I want to teach you all 'tribbing' so place yourselves in pairs close together on the floor." There was an odd number, so Sara opted to stay next to Aunt Matilda. They all wondered what this tribbing thing might entail. Sara's Aunt explained how they should get on their backs, raising opposite thighs, and then scoot their crotches together. She demonstrated with Sara, feeling actions were clearer than words. Soon she and her niece were grinding their cunts together, and the other pairs of women were following suit.

One of them groaned out happily, "Oh! Back at school we called this 'scissoring' each other." Others nodded agreement with the terminology, continuing their rubbing, grinding, and moaning with each other. Soon the air was perfumed with the smells of sweat, and sex, as orgasms began popping.

Aunt Matilda turned out to be quite a party coordinator. At one point, she had the birthday girl, Sara, placed into a tableau as the rest watched. Mt. Vesuvius was on the floor on his back, as Sara slowly swallowed his 'volcano' with her cunt. Aunt Matilda then pressed Sara forward, moving her tits to his lips. In this position, Aunt Matilda lubed Sara's ass hole liberally, opening it with her fingers at the same time, allowing Mr. Coconuts to fill that ass hole with his gigantic cock. Sara's eyes were wide with shock as she felt that enormous stretch, but she handled it like a trooper!

Her aunt then grasped El Toro by his stiffie, and dragged him over to fill Sara's mouth with it. The obedient niece immediately started sucking. Finally, her aunt took one of her niece's hands, and brought it up to Mr. Blarney Stones scrotum. Sara's hand instinctively began fondling those balls. Needless to say, Sara demonstrated how being fucked in three holes simultaneously brought on orgasm after orgasm. She had the presence of mind to not crush Mr. Blarney Stones' testicles as her body quivered and convulsed.

As the time for the party was drawing to a close, it was ascertained that every one of Sara's friends had achieved orgasm – many of them several times – most from cunt-fucking, some from cunnilingus and tribbing, two from anal sex, and one from analingus alone! Aunt Matilda, whose cunt was still leaking from her latest orgasm, and whose anal ring still showed signs of the stretching that Mr. Blarney Stones had given it, proclaimed that it was now time for the men to have their own turn, cumming.

To partially accomplish this, three women were kneeling on the sofa, with their hands holding the back of that sofa, hips touching one another, presenting their cunts. El Toro was going from one to the other, fucking each with about ten strokes, and moving on. The women were kissing each other, and looking over their shoulders, watching each other getting plowed. When El Toro finally came, he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over their asses and backs, to their delight.

Four women were lying face up on the floor, packed against one another, demanding to see an eruption from Mt. Vesuvius. He stood at their feet, jacking his cock hard and fast, gritting his teeth as his excitement built. When his orgasm hit, his manhood actually spewed an immense stream of semen that arced upward, spreading into a cone that seemed to hover momentarily over the naked bodies in front of him. Then that eruption of his 'lava' cascaded, plummeting down, and splatted all over their bellies and tits, with some secondary splashes hitting their astonished faces. The onlookers applauded.

Mr. Blarney Stones was urged onto his back by a bevy of beauties. Two of them moved his thighs apart, and draped their nude bodies up along his legs and thighs, letting their tits dangle on either side of those muscular thighs. Anyone that hadn't yet kissed his stones slithered up between his thighs and did so now – apparently they all wanted the gift of gab. Of course, they didn't merely kiss – there was a lot of licking and sucking, too. The two women on his thighs meanwhile were grasping and pumping his cock, listening to him grunt and groan as their attentions drove him toward orgasm. As he began spurting his release, his seed landed mostly on his belly and chest. Volunteers rushed to lick him clean.

The only male who hadn't cum yet was Mr. Coconuts, the 'star' of the party, and this was because Aunt Matilda had specifically told him to save his load for her niece, as her birthday present. With all her friends now watching, Sara was placed on the coffee table, face up. Friends helped her hold her legs out and up, offering her cunt to the huge black man. Her cunt managed to sheath only about two thirds of his fantastic dick before he bottomed out, causing her to wince.

Mr. Coconuts fucked her carefully, his black dick glistening with her cunt juices as it plunged in and out of her. Her pussy was so stretched open that her clit was vibrating as its head rubbed along his cock shaft. Those maddening vibrations brought Sara to a lovely climax, and still the fucking continued. In her ecstatic bliss, Sara vaguely heard Aunt Matilda telling her, "We're going to have him cum in your mouth, but don't swallow it." She dazedly nodded her understanding.

Aunt Matilda was pumping the base of Mr. Coconuts' cock – the section that couldn't enter Sara's pussy. Some other soft hand or hands were helping by lifting, scratching, and teasing his ball sack. Beads of sweat gleamed on his skin as his breath became ragged. "I'm... gonna... cum!" he warned, pulling his dick out of the birthday girl. Friends helped her sit up. Sara opened her mouth just in time.

The jet of cum hit the back of her throat, threatening to make her gag, so she tilted her head back, letting the next jets hit the roof of her mouth. A pool of cum quickly filled her mouth to capacity. Relaxing her cheeks allowed a little more room, but still some semen overflowed, drizzling down her chin and dripping onto her tits. Mr. Coconuts stepped back out of the way as he finished.

"Now, my dear, we're going to snowball that load," her aunt told Sara. "Lean forward and drizzle it into my mouth." There were a lot of wide eyes in the room as Sara released a long, white gloopy stream of semen into her aunt's waiting mouth. Most of them had never seen this done before. Once she had her mouth full, Aunt Matilda gently gripped Sara's cheeks and tilted her head back again, and drooled the semen back into her niece's mouth. They lovingly swapped the male's seed back and forth, until they finally brought their lips together in a tender kiss, both throats working as they each swallowed about half. There was a collective gasp of wonder from Sara's friends, several of whom were either clenching their thighs tightly together, or fingering themselves, completely turned on by this lewd, erotic display.

It was late, so everyone bedded down for the night. The men stayed also, and that may have accounted for some of the sleepy giggling from around the darkened room as the girls 'bothered' the men's sleep, and each other's. Perhaps they wanted some first hand experience with snowballing, before they forgot how it's done, and the men's balls certainly hadn't been drained by a single orgasm – not those wonderful glands of theirs.

It was certainly a birthday party to remember, thanks to Aunt Matilda. Oh yes, they did finally have the cake – in the morning – served with a 'special sauce' provided by the weary, but glowingly happy, men. Aunt Matilda had hers on a croissant, of course.