I whispered, “Enjoy,” into her ear.
The fingers on my other had slipped deeper into her pussy. I gently squeezed her clit. Again she jerked and yipped. I placed my thumb on her love button and inserted two fingers into her love hole. Sandy was so tight I had to push harder than expected. She smiled as my fingers entered into her. She contracted her vaginal muscles around my fingers. I coated my fingers with her juices and was able to slide them in and out of her more easily. Sandy began thrusting her up against my thumb and fingers. She shivered with each thrust up and then relaxed back onto the bed. With our relative positions my penis was hidden by Sandy’s body. It was right by her hand. When she realized that she grabbed it and was squeezing and pumping without the others seeing it or knowing it.
I whispered in her ear, “Do you really want me inside you? Even if we draw a penalty? Just say yes and it will happen.”
“Yes,” she said.
The others had no idea what her ‘yes’ meant. I quickly moved over Sandy and guided my penis into her hot, wet love hole. I went in slowly until our pelvises touched. It felt so wonderful. She was tighter, because she was smaller than the others.
Debby protested, “Penalty!”
I didn’t stop or even pause. I began pumping in and out of Sandy. As I pulled out there was a definite sound, as well as when I pushed in. Sandy was writhed under me. Her face contorted still concentrating on what she was feeling. Sandy gasped and grunted as she climaxed. Wriggling involuntarily until her orgasm subsided. Again I climaxed, but had very little to inject into her. I rolled off panting and just sunk into the bed.
“Penalty!” Debby said again.
“Yes, we know!” Sandy and I said in unison.
I rolled on my side and took Sandy’s breast into my mouth.
“Oooo,” said Sandy. “Too sensitive.”
“Double penalty!” exclaimed Peggy. “Oh, someone forgot to set the timer.”
“The time must be up by now,” Cindy said anxiously. She went and grabbed the die, came back and rolled it on a side table. “A 3,” she said.
“Wait we have to execute the penalty,” said Debby.
Sandy and I knelt and leaned over the bed. Cindy quickly gave us each 6 gentle taps. Peggy gave us her spanks with more force. Debby gave Sandy her spanks. When she got to me she swatted me very hard with the paper. There almost seemed to be some anger in her swats.
“Lay down on the bed Andy. I want to be on top,” Cindy commanded.
I lay on the bed. Cindy immediately got on top of me. She groped for my penis and stroked it until it was hard enough to go inside her. She positioned it and put it into her. She lowered herself until I was fully in her. I sensed she may have been sore. She slowly, carefully moved up and down on me. I watched her breasts bob in front of me. I wanted to reach up and touch them, but my rear end was actually getting sore from the spankings. Cindy continued bouncing up and down, slowly increasing the speed. She began huffing and puffing. Watching her breasts was getting me more excited then the feelings from my penis. It too was getting sore from all the activity. Her breasts were large, not quite the size of Debby’s D-cups, but large. Cindy continued. I felt her vaginal walls tighten and clench my penis, but she was so wet I easily slid inside her. She neared climax, arched her back, grunted, and then shuddered from the orgasm that had taken control of her. She collapsed on top of me still panting. I loved the amazing feeling of her chest pushing into mine. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her tight. I remained in her. Her warm wet cave felt good. She didn’t move except for her breathing until she heard the sound of the timer.
“Let me get off in my way. I am very sore inside,” Cindy whispered in my ear.
Peggy grabbed the die and rolled a 5. She smiled a big smile. I had the sense she wanted a 5 or a 3. She wanted me inside her. I didn’t know if I had reached my limit. However, I was still semi-erect from being inside Cindy. Cindy had gotten out of bed. Peggy moved me to the center and got on top of me. My penis was “trapped” along the crack of her pussy lips. She rocked forward and back. My penis slid along her crack slowly getting dampened by the fluid leaking from her. I reached up and grabbed her breasts that were bouncing in front of me. They were firm yet pliable in my hands. I rubbed over her nipples with my thumbs getting pleasing verbal reactions from her. I squeezed them enjoying the feel of them in my hands. Her breasts were not as big either Debby’s or Cindy’s, but definitely bigger than Sandy’s. They were very firm. Peggy was firm all over, being an athlete. I continued massaging her. She lifted her pelvis slightly. When she pressed down I was in her love canal pushing against her muscles in there. She lowered herself until I was fully in her. She stopped. I felt her muscles around my rod squeezing and relaxing. Just an incredible sensation. She began moving up and down savoring each movement. I wanted to finger her love button, but I was through with penalties. Peggy leaned forward pressing her chest into my hands. It also increased the stimulation on the underside of my penis, which continued to try push toward the ceiling. From her breathing I could tell that Peggy was close to another orgasm. She clenched my rod hard. I climaxed and squirted what I could into her. She spasmed around me in obvious pleasure. After several minutes she dropped on top of me gasping for air. I remained inside her, but was softening rapidly. I lay exhausted. Peggy rolled off also exhausted. The timer chimed.
We all took turns showering, got dressed, and I took my “harem” out for breakfast. The rest if the day and the night were uneventful. I slept on the couch downstairs that night. On Sunday we had a light breakfast, gathered our things, and packed the truck. Cindy went back to her college. Sandy and Peggy got into my truck and waited for me to say my goodbyes to Debby.
I hugged and kissed Debby as I said, “Thanks for the birthday present.”
“You’re welcome,” she said. “Thanks for my birthday present! I’ll call you in a few days.”
We kissed again. I walked to the truck and drove the 90 minutes back home.
It was the best “birthday” I ever had.
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