1. A Very Happy Birthday (Straight Practice part 2)


    Date: 2/24/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Just_A_Guy_You_Know, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    restaurants. Well, to be honest, our sex life spilled over to these spaces too: a blow job in the theater, a quickie beneath the picnic blanket at the park, and so forth. Like I said, Shriya was adventurous. So this is a story about my 27th birthday, and probably most of you will already guess where this is going (spoiler alert: You're right). But maybe it's worthwhile to read on anyway, because maybe you haven't guessed everything yet. After all, it's not always about getting to the destination. Sometimes it's more about enjoying the view along the way. So... Have you ever woken up with your cock in someone's mouth? First, you think you're just having a great dream. But then consciousness kicks in, and there's a brief sense of panic - what the fuck is going on here? Finally, the rational part of you fills in the rest for your stupid brain - 'relax, dummy, your girlfriend is giving you head, and you like it.' Then you can lie back and enjoy it, turned on even more by the fact that she snuck under the covers like a ninja to have her way with you while you were unaware. That describes the first waking moments of my birthday, and by far it was the best start to any birthday I've ever had. I peeked under the covers, and Shriya looked up at me with her big eyes, her lips wrapped around my cock. She'd removed her top, but kept on a small dark purple bra and a little black skirt. The effect was very sexy. "Good morning, baby," she said cheerfully, and then returned to the blow job. ...
    "With you doing this, how could it be anything but a great morning?" I agreed. Her giggles vibrated through the head of my penis, which felt amazing. I leaned my head back onto my pillow and enjoyed the sensations. When I climaxed, Shriya took my cock deep as I pumped my cum down her throat. I loved the sensation of her swallowing every last drop. Finally, she came up for air, gasping. "Happy birthday, baby!" she shouted. "Thanks," I said. "I love you," she smiled at me. "I love you, too." This was something we'd only recently started saying to each other, but it felt right. I really was in love with this amazing girl. After a bit of cuddling and kissing on the bed, Shriya got up and put her top back on - sleeveless, grey and black, silky. She told me to have a shower while she made us breakfast. When I joined Shriya in the kitchen, she was frying bacon and scrambling eggs. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her playfully on the neck. My body pressed against hers. "Stop," she protested, laughing. "The eggs will burn." Instead of stopping, I grabbed one of her breasts through her shirt and gave it a light squeeze. "Hey," said a voice that belonged to neither Shriya nor I. Immediately, we straightened ourselves, and turned to see Angie standing in her plaid pajama bottoms and an old t-shirt from Clinton State that showed off her toned midriff. She was without make-up, and her Irish red hair was still a mess from the bed, but it was a kind of hot mess. "Any coffee?" ...
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