Short Strokes: Fabulously Fucking Forty

Saturday, February 21, 2015


Written for another call.  Just to be clear I haven't begun auditioning folks in advance of my 40th and even if I was going to quite a few of my exes/former playmates wouldn't be in the running for a new starring role.  It will be a good birthday for me but probably not this good lol.  Hope you all enjoy it and if not meh neither did the editor.
Unlike most of the women she knew, Klaire Brinson had greatly enjoyed the year leading up to her fortieth birthday.  She had long since given up the fight with her gray hair, had taken up a number of hobbies that kept her in shape and made peace with her singleness in ways that would have made twenty year old her both blush and proud.  Shortly before she turned thirty-nine she devised a way to pull together the fortieth birthday party of a reformed slut’s dreams.  She sent invitations to the exes she dreamed about when she masturbated to join her for what could only be called an audition to perform at her big bang bash the following year.  For those that were interested, the month of their birthday she would fly in to wherever they were and spend a weekend fucking them into a stupor or until they broke the furniture—whichever came first.  If nothing else, they got one more ride on the Klaire train at her expense.  However, for those that still possessed wondrous talents and that stamina she had appreciated immensely at one point, they would be included in a day of debauchery they had likely never thought about let alone hoped to participate in during their lifetimes.  The list of potential participants was limited to twelve to be trimmed down based on their performance.  She had started the year hopeful that she would end up with at least three of them left for the big bash but knew if she had a certain two it really wouldn’t matter beyond them.
She mailed all the invites out in December with explanations on how to get in touch with her if they wanted to be certain she was serious and a request for the best weekend for their auditions.  No one could RSVP before January 1st because she wanted to get through the holidays without their being a mix of emotions from those events and the opportunity to see her tits again.  For some of them, it would be a repeat of a similar initiation they went through in their undergraduate years. For others, it would be a chance to disrobe her which they hadn’t been privy to in quite some time.  When her phone started going off at midnight she assumed, incorrectly, that there were a bunch of group texts wishing her a happy new year.  Instead she had her February, March and August dates set immediately.  Over the course of the next two days her calendar for the year was booked except for December.  He had called and they had debated timing since his birthday was right before hers. They flirted and shared stories of the past and he made her orgasm saying her name slowly before they settled on the first weekend of the month in December.
She spent January with an ex from high school who had developed a bit of girth but had done nothing much to improve his technique.  At least she got a quick bite to eat at an old spot.  February was equally forgettable even though he had picked up better skills with licking her pussy.  He spread her lips wide and dove in like he was trying to lick the center out of a double stuffed Oreo.  When she began to buck against his mouth he locked down on her clit and flicked away until she flooded his mouth with her juices.  Kissing him good-bye was the second best part of their weekend.  March on the other hand seemed to be single handedly making up for the lackluster performance of this quarter.
She had known Mr. March since her freshman year in college.  He was like her favorite piece of candy.  Much too addicting to have daily but a wonderful indulgence whenever she could get a piece.  She had rushed through the airport, skipped baggage claim because she wouldn’t be needing much and headed straight to the hotel.  She checked in and headed towards the elevator when she heard his voice and made a tiny puddle in her panties.
“Looks like all that tennis has toned everything up again ma’am,” his words traveled over her skin and hypnotized her like normal.  As soon as the door closed she was kissing him deeply while they traveled up to the 8th floor.  If anyone had seen them step out of the elevator they would have assumed she was drunk the way she was stumbling around but it wasn’t alcohol that had her walk severely impaired.  He began fingering her on the ride up and had left two digits locked in place as she waddled down the hall.  Once the door was securely closed behind them he removed his fingers and shoved them down her throat while they ripped each others' clothes off.  She stumbled backwards over shoes, the piles of clothes and the small bags they both brought while he led her to the bed by the mouth.  When she was sprawled on her back he finally removed his fingers and went rooting for her pussy again.  She moaned loudly and her eyes fluttered closed for a few moments.  Before she could really form a coherent thought, he picked up the pressure in her folds and the fastened down on her left nipple.  If he had bit it she would have been in better shape but no he did what he always did and suckled it into his mouth like he was nursing and she was the last meal in town.  She tried to wiggle away but he was still in great shape and had a good eight inches on her so she wasn’t moving anywhere he really didn’t want her to be. 
Apparently the next place he wanted her to be was on top of him.  He unlatched from her nipple long enough to flip them over and guide himself into her.  At that point, they were like a well-oiled finely tuned fucking machine.  As soon as she slid completely up and down his dick once her brain went to a fuzzy place.  She always zoned out when he filled her up.  He wasn’t ever going to rearrange her organs like Mr. July but he made her feel stuffed and her pussy would clamp down on him repeatedly as she got closer to orgasm, another orgasm anyway.  She knew something else was coming but also managed to forget about it each and every time they were together.  He drug a thumb along her lips before letting her play with it a few minutes.  It would momentarily slow her hips down and she would slowly roll around his shaft.  When one of his hands would start toying with her nipple, she would cover it with her hand and arch her back a bit.  Then just like it was scripted that thumb would leave her mouth and descend to her clit.  Her eyes would get wide and her body would start vibrating from the impending eruption.  He intensified the pressure and she released a torrent of cum and bucked until she almost fell off of him.  He let her finish cumming and then wrapped an arm around her lower back.  He bucked up into her as hard as he could until he let loose a flood of his own.  He let her go limp on top of him until their breathing returned to normal.
With round one out of the way they finally exchanged a few pleasantries before she crawled up next to him and began stroking him with one hand and sucking on his neck.  He eventually unfastened her from his skin and crawled between her thighs.  His mouth should have been declared one of the wonders of the world and it made her see all manner of colors before he let go of her pussy.  They intertwined and made a mess they were really sorry about by the time they checked out.  So much so that she bought a set of overpriced bedding to attempt to make up for it when she checked out.  Yes he was definitely on the final invite list she thought as she settled into her seat on the flight home.
April and May were in dire need of Viagra and she ended up masturbating with the travel shampoo bottles she bought just in case.  June was redemption song for that quarter.  He was a more recent ex.  One who knew about her predilection for being confined, spanked and when she was bordering on a complete disconnect from reality to be bent over and fucked within an inch of her life.  He had already set up the hotel room by the time she arrived.  The bed was covered in ropes, there were paddles of varying sizes and material on the dresser, he brought the only nipple clamps that were large enough to accommodate hers and there was a fresh ball gag on a pillow.  She undressed quickly and let herself be restrained.  When she was fastened in place with easy access to her pussy, he kissed her cheek and slid the gag into place.  He spanked her softly at first with his hand.  When her ass was good and warm, he moved to a paddle and increased the force.  She could hear him using her pet name but she was beginning to float into a happy place.  She got a little panicked when the contact stopped and began to whimper.  
He rolled her over onto her back and when her ass made contact with cold sheets she cried out.  He took that moment to quickly twist both of the clamps into place and the cries turned to screams.  He massaged her clit a bit until she was nearly calm and flipped her back on her stomach with her head hanging off the bed.  He roughly removed the ball gag and gave her a sip of water.  When she was letting her face be caressed in his palm, he told her to open wide.  She was stunned when instead of her ball gag she was left trying not to choke on his dick.  Mr. June had a very thick dick and she had to adjust several times to take him in comfortably.  They developed a steady rhythm and she began moaning when he hit the back of her throat.  He mentioned that he could smell her in the air and wanted to smell more.  Before she knew it a different paddle was making contact with her ass whenever he shoved himself deep in her mouth.  She had to scramble to not bite down and to stop the clamps from getting tangled in the sheets with each thrust.  She started bowing her body as much as she could to lift her nipples off the bed.  He took that as a challenge and quickly moved around to grab her thighs. 
That was easy enough as they were tied so that her feet her closer to her ass than the floor.  He propped a few pillows under her stomach so the clamps and her tits were trapped against the bed.  He slipped into her painfully slowly tugging on her hips with each incremental intrusion until he was buried to the hilt.  He hadn’t taken off his pants so the zipper kept making contact with her clit when he moved in and out of her.  She was both afraid it would hurt her and getting off on the tiny bit of friction it was causing already.  He power fucked her into the bed until his dick was coated white with her cum and he was ready to release.  He flipped her back over and climbed on top of her.  He sat on her tits and forced his sticky dick down her throat.  It was his moans that filled the air that time and he pumped three big gulps down past her lips.  He saw her crying and kissed the tears before he realized that he was sitting on the clamps and hopped up.  He unhooked them and briefly untied her while he showed her the other items in his arsenal.  Today they would be practicing orgasm overload apparently as he whipped out the hand held saw operated fucking machine.  He delighted when he saw her reaction and promised to lick her dry when he was done.  He was a man of his word and she flew home sated and ready for July.
Mr. July eliminated all pretense of making it about anything other than getting each other off.  He knocked on the door to the hotel room with his foot long erection.  He had her on all fours and trying to get away from him within a few minutes of his arrival.  He was still the largest dick she’d ever had inside of her and her body literally had to contort to accommodate him.  She screamed, she moaned, she orgasmed, over and over again without him stopping once.  When her legs began trembling, he rolled her over onto her back and started slowly long stroking her.  He did it for several moments as he felt her getting wetter and wetter.  Then he very quickly slammed into her again and pulled out completely.  She felt like she was about to orgasm but the pressure changed and she began to squirt all over the bed.  He was very proud of himself and she was excited.  They both exchanged a look that said again but only after she sucked a nut out of him.  Another set of bedding purchased and a lovely peaceful flight home.
August, September, October and November did nothing more than rack up frequent flyer miles and make her remember to bring vibrators on these trips.  Mr. December had his own particular skill set if he was still up for it and she was hopeful after four months of disappointing reunions.  He could toss her around like a rag doll and his dick was curved in such a way that it hit her g spot perfectly.  She was so wet and sticky after she fucked him that she had to shower almost immediately.  He walked up behind her at the hotel door and reminded her that he had another place he wanted to shove his dick.  She smiled and pressed against him before they fell into room.  They had a very brief moment where their will clashed about who would give in first.  She giggled and took off her coat and stood there for a moment to let him take in that she was only wearing the coat and boots.  One of the benefits of arriving early and into warm climate.  He gave in and flung her on the bed.  He bit, licked and sucked her body until he was sated.  She went grabbing for his crotch and smiled when she realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear either.  She unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his pants and let him slip between her lips.  She gently sucked on his shaft until he began to swell.  She let her head slip to his balls while she stroked the length of him.  She knew soon enough he’d pull her up and cum down her throat.  She wasn’t disappointed when she was forced to take him back inside her throat seconds before he fed her salty goodness.  She pushed him onto the bed and mounted him.  She slowly coaxed him back to a full erection before he grabbed her hips and fucked her until she was as wet as a slip n’ slide.  Then, as was their pattern, one errant stroke later and he was sliding into her ass.  He slowed down momentarily as they both adjusted to his new location.  She sat upright and enjoyed his thrusting.  She began shivering and had a long hard orgasm before she felt his nut shoot inside her asshole.  She leaned over and kissed him deeply.  “You are the only one that makes me cum like that you know,” she cooed at him before they took a brief break only to repeat episode several times before her flight home.
And that’s how Mr. March, June, July and December made it to the five bedroom rental she found on the coast for her fortieth birthday party.  It was secluded and fully stocked with food, alcohol, and entertainment.  The basement had been prepared with an oversized bed, toys, drinks, snacks, rope and anything else she thought they may need while they were done there.  She also invited an equally adventurous girlfriend to tag along and join in, watch, or find a friend to fuck along the way.  With the help of her friend she got all of the men to the basement blindfolded and placed in the room.  The two of them climbed on the bed and began tonguing each other’s pussies.  When her friend’s thighs began to tremble she told her guests to remove their blind folds.  Once their eyes were focused she retrained her attention on the tasty morsel in front of her mouth.  She let her fingers dance over the distended clit and licked harder.  She felt a body moving towards them and shook a finger no at them.  The bodies on the bed rushed towards orgasm and filled each other’s mouth with a bit of creamy liquid within a few minutes.  Not that any of the dicks in the room needed attention but each woman took two of them into her mouth and coated it with the sticky fluid in her mouth.  At that point, Klaire’s girlfriend departed and made her way to see the couple she met on Fuckbuck before arriving.
The calendar men descended on Klaire at once.  She heard them talking but was more fixated on the fingers and tongues trying to probe her.  As she was starting to bask in her greedy decadence, she heard them start conferring.  All the hands went away and she opened her eyes to see them in a huddle and looking back at her.  Then they all began moving towards different items in the room.  Mr. June grabbed rope while December and July grabbed furniture.  March went looking for all of the toys and clamps before meeting the others.  She was quickly lifted off the bed and bent over the assembled furniture so her pussy ass and mouth were easily accessible.  June worked to tie her down quickly while the others held her in place.  She wasn’t going to run, even if she wanted to she would have been quickly pulled back.  When she was secured to the makeshift stocks, March gleefully attached the nipple clamps to her breasts and June smirked.  She began to worry but she couldn’t do much to stop them now.  He strung a chain through the dangling holes and kept it in his hand.  They very carefully moved their contraption over the bed and she only got concerned when she saw June sit in front of the bed with the chain still in his hand.  He tugged a bit to let her know what would happen if anyone got upset with her performance.  It made her pussy tingle a bit and while she was smirking she felt two violations simultaneously.  July had slid beneath her while she was concerned with her nipples and penetrated her so quickly and roughly that she cried out.  At the same time, March swung the paddle down on her ass with such force she was sure she would blister soon.  She couldn’t scream out because her mouth was violated in turn by June and December.  The twenty year old slut inside of her was high fiving the now forty year old slut she had become.  She was tingling and cumming and moaning and slurping so quickly her brain felt like it would go into overload. 
And just like that they switched.  December was in her ass, March was fucking her pussy, July was barreling down her throat and June was observing and chatting in her ear.  He was telling her that she probably wouldn’t remember but that this had been his idea.  That he would happily share his prize slut on her big day because he knew her appetite could both absorb the men and pain assembled and that she craved to be thoroughly used.  For the brief moment her rational brain was in use she remember he was right but another orgasm rocked her body and she didn’t care.  When December was done pumping cum in her ass, he was replaced by March, while June fucked her like she was riding a pogo stick and July toyed with the chain attached to her nipples.  June nearly passed out from the force of his orgasm and March fell victim to her anal orgasm and quickly spilled his seed all over her ass.  Eventually she was untied and July laid her on her back.  He entered her and slowly fucked her until she began clenching her jaw and rolling her body up to meet his thrusts.  When she began to squirt they were all amazed and they began comparing notes on what they might be able to do next time.  She was a puddle of fluids for about ten minutes while they chatted before someone cleaned her up a bit.  Finally, she was left to March and June to finish off. 
She slid over March’s mouth and his tongue snaked up inside her well fucked walls.  She lowered her body over his and took him into her mouth.  It was a position they had been in many times before and that had brought them both to ridiculous highs.  Only this time, he had the benefit of June mind fucking her at the same time.  Whatever June was whispering in her ear it was making her slightly possessed.  Her neck slid down March’s thigh and engulfed his dick in one big gulp.  He was buried in her throat and gasping for air.  He returned the enthusiasm to her nether region before her body began to convulse.  She sat straight up, spun around and slid down his dick so quickly he was confused.  She licked his neck before panting in his ear to grab her waist.  She rode him hard for another few minutes before clamping down on his dick with the biggest orgasm she had managed all night.  He let out a huge fuck and filled her up to overflowing with his nut.  Their final explosion was met with a round of applause and she was never so glad to be a year older in her life.


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