GINNY'S BIRTHDAY SURPRISE (Part One) - by Ginny

Author's note: I wrote this several years ago when it looked like Kim and I weren't going to write any more stories together. I sent it to her on her birthday as sort of a peace offering. I guess it worked better than I had imagined.

Frankly, I'd been in a shitty mood ever since my co-author and best friend Kim dumped me. "Talk to HIM," she'd said with a little choking sound, "you'll like him better than me." My girlfriends all said I should forget her. "There's lots of other women you can write stories with. Forget about that one. She made it clear she doesn't want to have anything to do with you." But I'm a stubborn bitch if nothing else, and I wouldn't let it drop. Not this time. Once before a woman I'd authored a story with had dumped me without a word of explanation and although I'd gotten on with my writing career, it left a scar. This time I wasn't going to meekly accept rejection, no sir! Kim's birthday was approaching and I decided to do something dramatic to win her back. I was sure when she saw me in person (and got a look at my great body) she'd agree to resume our relationship and maybe to a lot more besides.

I'd never met the lovely young woman whose e-mails and IRC conversations had dominated my thoughts for the past five months, but I'd found out enough about her to know where she lived and worked. I decided to fly down and finally face her in person on her birthday. I called her boyfriend Bill to enlist his cooperation and to tell him of my plan. He surprised me by being supportive and even suggested I call the club manager so that, for a few dollars extra, he'd ensure all my desires would be met. Bill said he had planned to take Kim out on her birthday, but since I was going to all this trouble, he said he'd , make sure she was working that night. "I can always take her to a Smashin Pumpkins concert on Monday to make up for it," he chuckled. His assurances made me feel positive that everything would come off exactly as planned.

He gave me the name and phone number of the club manager so I could call to set up my little surprise. Kim told me she accepted special oil wrestling matches with the customers and that's what I wanted. Just the two of us - alone - in front of the spectators. She couldn't refuse to meet me and I'd have her where she couldn't run away without looking foolish. I was going to dazzle her with my beauty and my wrestling prowess and when I had her down and helpless I'd take all the time I needed to convince her to take me back. I promised the manager a little extra cash incentive to ensure they wouldn't interfere or stop the match if I decided to take things a little further than they usually allow. I was so excited I could hardly wait until the night of November 9th.

On Saturday afternoon I flew into town and took a room at a cheap motel a block from the club. There I changed into my sexiest t-bar bikini. I wasn't sure what facilities they had at the club, so I put on an old dress over my suit and took about $40 of spending money for drinks and tips. In case anyone came poking around attempting to find out my real name and address, I left my purse with my credit cards and ID in the motel office safe and my room key with the desk clerk. There'd be nothing to connect me with the motel or to give away the fact that I was really a highly paid attorney with a "straight arrow" firm instead of the writer of erotic fiction I'd been passing for. As far as Kim knew, I was simply Ginny.

The first thing that struck me about the club was how small it was. The bar couldn't have held more than 10 people and beyond that a small stage jutted out into the room. In the back was the DJ's booth where a disheveled guy spun discs and chattered incessantly. There were, at most, a dozen tiny tables lined up along both sides of the stage and a few more at the end in the middle of the room. There was an "upstairs" level with couches facing the open room. Behind that there were pool tables and video poker machines.

I had only Kim's description of herself to go by, but Bill said all the girls had name plates and I wouldn't have any trouble picking her out, and he was right. Kim's a tall, slender blonde with long hair and the cutest pair of 34 B's you could ask for. She was behind the bar pouring drinks and as soon as I laid eyes on her I started to get wet. God she was cute! When they said the oil wrestling was about to begin, I ducked into the ladies room and shimmied out of my dress. After that, there was nothing to do but wait for the announcement. When I heard it, a shiver ran down my spine!

"Ladies and Gentlemen," a voice said, "Tonight we have a special treat for you. Kim has been challenged to an oil match by a woman from out of town. Come up here Kim." I peeked through the door and saw her looking around for a familiar face as she struggled through the crowd of rowdy men to the oil pit. The announcer explained that an "out of town woman" had paid to wrestle Kim and, in accordance with local custom, she had to accept the challenge. Kim shrugged out of her clothes and got down to the bikini Bill told me she always wore underneath, ". . . just in case."

There were the obligatory whistles and catcalls at the sight of her youthfully firm body and I couldn't see anything wrong with her perky breasts either. Then he gave me my cue. "Her opponent tonight is the exotic and mysterious Ginny!" I confidently strode out of the ladies room wearing a tiny bra and t-bar and waded into the crowd. As usual, a couple of men tried to take advantage and paw my firm 36D's or give my tight ass a pat, but I just brushed their hands away and walked purposefully toward the pit with my eyes fixed on Kim's face. Once she got over the shock of finally seeing me in the flesh, I saw her lips curl into a sneer. It suddenly occurred to me what a crazy idea this was.

There I was, a mature woman, almost forty, flying a thousand miles to meet a 23 year old girl. Jeez, she was young enough to be my daughter! "I hope this isn't a mistake," I thought. I hadn't oil wrestled since I left California nearly 20 years ago to come East for law school. I'd forgotten how much I'd hated it, but I was about to get a reminder! When I reached the ring, Kim came over and went toe-to-toe with me. "I told you it was over between us, you dumb cow. Why're you doing this? You tryin' to embarrass me in front of my friends and coworkers? Jesus, you really are a desperate old bull-dyke just like Mia and Randi warned me."

Before I could think of a response, the announcer called out to a good looking, muscular Black girl who was one of the dancers I'd watched earlier. "Douse `em Randi," he said as she appeared with a squeeze bottle full of oil. Randi leered at my big breasts as she slowly drizzled a thin stream of cold oil right on them. My nipples instantly grew hard and by about a half inch. I heard Kim gasp at the sight, even though my little top hid them somewhat. I couldn't help blushing a little at her audible reaction.

After Randi had me thoroughly oiled - even my hair was soaked for God's sake, she turned to Kim and poured oil on her youthfully firm body. "OK, Ladies," the announcer said, "Now rub it all over your opponent, get her good and slippery before we start." This was something I hadn't counted on! I'd come to surprise Kim on her birthday, alright. But what I really wanted to do was beat her, to pin her down and make her agree in front of all of her friends and coworkers to take me back. I had to prove not just that I really loved her, but that I was willing to lay it all on the line to prove it.

Unfortunately, the reason I'd quit wrestling was because I was so easily aroused! My nipples and pussy were too sensitive to take much contact. If an opponent grabbed me and started to handle my puss or tits, I'd get really aroused. It ruined my concentration and rapidly weakened me as well. I'd end up being pinned or forced to submit. As soon as the announcer said to rub the oil in, Kim went right at my aroused nipples. She began to pinch and twist them through the thin fabric of my top, even pulling on my nips. I tried to retaliate by pushing my fingers under her bra and grabbing her little breasts, but she kept squirming around and it was hard for me to do it. Meanwhile, I just sat there in a daze while she worked me into a lather. We hadn't even started yet and I was already weak from the waves of pleasure washing over me.

I don't know if Kim realized what she was doing, but from the smirk on her face I think she must have. I'm sure we discussed my sensitivity during one of our IRC chats about my career and the reasons I'd quit. She seemed to ignore the rest of my body until my nipples were about as hard as they could get and then she slowly ran her fingers over my flat belly and pushed them into my t-bar. She gave my puss a pat then she squeezed my mound in her hand, using one finger to give my clit a quick flick. That really increased my arousal, let me tell you! After far too long a wait, the announcer finally told us to get ready to wrestle and I took a deep breath which expanded my chest and pushed out my breasts even further. The men roared their appreciation because I knew that, next to Kim's B's, my D's looked truly spectacular!

Somebody rang a bell and Kim threw herself at me before I could get set. I went over backwards with her on top of me and although my body was covered with oil, she seemed to have no problem holding me and even twisted my arm behind my back briefly while she pulled off my bra and started to squeeze my bare breasts with her free hand. That brought a big roar from the men and it seemed to increase her strength. I struggled for all I was worth and finally managed to slip my arm out of her surprisingly strong grip and crawl away on my hands and knees. I looked back and saw that her eyes were like those of a wild, hungry animal as she crawled right after me.

She raised her hand as if to slap me, but I got my arms up in front of my face in time. She ducked under them, though and instead of my face, slapped my breasts back and forth. The slaps stung my nipples and sent jolts of pain through my breasts. I fell back with a surprised look on my face while she stared at my breasts which were starting to glow red where her fingers had stung me. She formed her hands into claws and pretended to scratch at my chest as she hissed and meowed playfully like a cat. I guess I must have had a funny look on my face at that time, for several men at ringside pointed at me and started laughing out loud. "You're gonna regret making me to go through this, you damn cunt," she hissed.

Kim came after me and although I tried to grab her arms, my hands were covered with oil and she slipped right through my grasp and easily grabbed my breasts, bowling me over with her weight. Her legs wrapped around mine I couldn't even get up to my knees. The only thing I could do was hold on to her since my arms were wrapped around her back. I held her in a bear hug that didn't seem to have any effect. Meanwhile, both of her hands were free to roam between our bodies. She started to pinch, tweak and squeeze my overly-sensitive breasts with one hand and dove into my puss with the other! She knew exactly what to do to get me excited while all I could do was pull up her bra from behind to expose a pair of perfectly formed small breasts. It didn't bother her in the least, she just giggled and kept fondling me as my breathing became heavier and more rapid. The only way I could get her off of me was to pull her hair. It was long enough, but it was also covered with oil. I had a hell of a time even getting a grip on it.

I finally managed to pull her head back far enough to roll her off me but I realized I was not only aroused but getting tired as well. She came right back at me and we rolled over and over on the oily plastic that covered the bottom of the pit. We took turns pawing each other's breasts with her getting the better of me (mainly because she was groping at a much larger target.) I did manage to grab her puss once and heard her yell, "Yikes!" as I gave her a real good squeezing. But she squirmed away and when I slipped going after her, she paid me back by spanking my ass cheeks which were completely exposed by the t-bar I'd foolishly chosen in my eagerness to show off my body. We both rolled away and I was surprised that, despite how little I'd accomplished, I was breathing heavily and feeling surprisingly weak after only a few minutes of wrestling. Obviously, the years had taken a greater toll than I'd thought. That was the end of the first round and I sat back and sucked in great mouthfuls of the stale, smoky air. I started to pull my bra up, but the MC said it was forbidden. "You've got to start the next round just as you ended the last."

The bell rang long before I'd caught my breath and Kim was after me again. She looked like she was going for my breasts again, but unfortunately, I'd misread her intention. This time she slapped my face hard enough to make my eyes water. Her hands were a lot faster than I'd expected and for the next minute or so, she alternated between slapping my breasts and knocking my head from side to side. No matter where I had my hands, hers were somewhere else. I even tried putting one arm across my breasts and the other in front of my face but that left my belly exposed and she doubled me over with a fist just above my pussy. The next thing I knew I was face down in a pool of oil.

Instead of taking advantage, however, Kim just used my position to deliver five or six hard spanks to my upraised ass. They landed with a loud *crack* and the crowd loved it! They stung like Hell since my skin was covered with oil which seemed to intensify the sting. I turned and tried to tackle her, but just caught her left thigh. With my head on her firm little ass, I wrapped my arms around her leg and tried to flip her over. I heard her laugh as she spread her legs wide and reached down and pulled my t-bar up hard between my cheeks. She sawed it back and forth and it felt like she was cutting my pussy in two with the fabric. I screamed and let go of her leg as I tried to back up to escape this new torture.

She grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked - hard! I flopped on my tits and the impact knocked the wind out of me. She swung around and sat down on the back of my thighs, trapping my legs between her own (surprisingly powerful) legs. For a slender girl, she was a whole lot stronger than I'd ever thought! Now she started to pull my t-bar down over my hips, going for the ultimate humiliation. I grabbed it with both hands and tried to pull it back up, but she had position and leverage and slowly she worked it lower until it was beneath the lower curve of my ass. I realized if I didn't do something fast she'd get my t-bar and then I'd really be vulnerable, not to say highly embarrassed.

I reached back with my left hand and tried to get her hair, but it seemed to be just what she wanted. She grabbed my wrist and forced my arm further back. If I didn't roll over to relieve the pressure, I just knew she'd break it rather than give me any advantage. I tried to turn but her weight on my thighs made it impossible. She shook her head and held my arm halfway. The pain in my shoulder and elbow was excruciating, but I couldn't roll any further with her sitting on my legs. "First you lose the suit, bitch. Then you can roll over. I want the boys to get a good look at that salt and pepper pussy of yours." I shook my head, but she leaned on my arm and bolts of electric pain shot up my arm. "I'll break it if you don't," she hissed menacingly, "I bet you know I will after what you've put me through.". I nodded in resignation and gasped, "OK, OK, just don't hurt me."

I let go of my t-bar with my right hand and she jerked it down to my thighs and then she moved up until she was perched on my ass. She reached back with her foot and pushed my suit down below my knees. Then she rose on her knees and continued to push until I rolled onto my back. I squeezed my thighs together as hard as I could and hoped that she'd continue sitting on top of me so no one could see my puss, but she was too cruel to allow me to retain even that little dignity.

She slid higher on my body until her thighs were pressing against the underside of my breasts as she used her knees to pin my arms. My breasts were squeezed together in the middle of my heaving chest and I was having trouble breathing with her sitting on me. I'm sure she knew that, in fact, she probably planned it. She played with my nipples, fondling them and stroking them until they were rock hard with desire. Then she reached back with one hand and wiggled two oily fingers into my sopping wet puss. My hips lifted off the mat and Bill said I even spread my legs in spite of the suit holding my knees together. I don't remember it, but that's what he said. She was fingering me pretty good when the second round ended.

I just lay there gasping for air as she got up and went to her corner and got a long drink of water. I didn't see any point in getting up, so I just lay there as the men ogled my bare body. I rose to my knees just as the third and final round began. My face was bright red from the exertion and excitement and Kim thought she was in complete control at that point. It was time for me to show her who was boss if I ever was going to, so I scrambled forward and tried to wrap my arms around her and get her down. I'd forgotten about the t-bar which was still around my knees and I got tangled and fell on my face right in front of her. She trapped my head between her thighs and dropped on my back. I managed to half roll over so I was laying on my side with my face under her ass staring into the crack of her cute little ass. Her pussy was grinding against my Adam's apple and she was in front of me in a modified 69 position with her arms wrapped around my thighs. Her grip made it impossible for me to open my legs to trap her head, so while she could put tremendous pressure on my neck, which she did, I was powerless to retaliate in any way.

I tried desperately to get my hand under my chin to attack her puss, but she was squeezing me too tightly. She had no such problem, however, and with my body covered with oil, she easily slid her open hand down my belly and between my thighs again. When I felt her fingers on my puss for the second time, I knew I was in trouble and so did Kim. I heard her chuckling as she worked one and then two and finally three fingers into me and started to work my clitty like a pro. There was no mistaking my reaction, for my gasp was audible throughout the club. "Kim's got the bitch now," I heard one man laugh. "Work that old gal harder," her friend Randi yelled from the stage.

My face was already red from the pressure Kim was putting on with her thighs and her fingers weren't helping any. I squirmed as much as I could, bucking my hips which must have looked like I was humping her hand which, in fact, I was. I thought for a second I'd succeeded when I felt her fingers slip out of my pussy, but she was just changing tactics. She slapped my pussy a couple of times and I felt the rush of blood to my labia as they rapidly swelled and began to throb. She put her fingers back in and this time she really worked me good! It wasn't more than a minute before I felt the first tremors of the orgasm that was rapidly building in me.

Kim felt my legs relax and took her arm away. My thighs fell open which gave her the chance to push my t-bar all the way down to my ankles. I no longer cared what she did as long as I got the orgasm that my body was craving so desperately. She let go of my head, rolled me onto my back and straddled my chest, this time facing my pussy as she continued to pump me with three fingers in my juicy cunny. I could have grabbed her hair from behind and pulled her off, but my arms were just too weak to lift out of the pool of oil I was in. I just laid on my back with my eyes closed tight and let her excite my pussy to an orgasm as my belly heaved and my hips rolled. My ass made little squishy sounds in the oil as I humped her fingers. The crowd was chanting, "DO HER! DO HER!" over and over and Kim's hand moved in time with their chanting.

Unfortunately, they weren't chanting fast enough, for her fingering left me at the brink of an orgasm without pushing me over the edge. Every minute that passed only weakened me further until I was like a limp rag, unable even to raise my hand to signal the announcer if I had wanted to give up. But I didn't want to end it, not before I had my orgasm!. Kim knew I was no longer a threat, so she leaned forward, grabbed my t-bar and used it to pull my feet into the air. As my legs came up, she pulled them toward her until my feet were straight up in the air. Then she grabbed my ankles, pulled my suit off over my bare feet and slid back until her ass was perched right on my face. She tucked my feet under her arm, neatly folding my straining body in half.

My bare ass was sticking up in the air right in front of her and my legs were spread wide open. Everyone could now see how she was working my puss. She slapped it a couple of more times and I moaned as a delicious warmth spread through my puss. She bent over and playfully blew her hot breath into the open slit (puff-puff-puff). That really made me moan with delight. Then she started to spank my ass with both hands as hard as she could. She really lit me up because she remembered how much I'd said I enjoy it. She spanked until both cheeks were as red as the color of my embarrassed face. It wasn't until she'd gotten me really hot that she returned to the real purpose of the match for her. Using both hands, one in my asshole and the other in my puss, she shoved three fingers into each hole. With all the oil that I was slathered with, she had no trouble pumping them in and out until it hit me.

One of the strongest orgasms I'd ever had in my life roared through me with the force of a freight train. Kim couldn't hold my feet as I spasmed. She let them slide out from under her arms as I straightened my legs and my body shook and shuddered. Having an orgasm is THE most humiliating way for a woman to lose a fight, even more than having her opponent sit on her face. Kim did both to me! She stood up and waved as the crowd screamed their approval and then she paused to pose with a foot on my breast while Bill snapped a souvenir photo of her triumph.

I looked up in time to see Bill holding a brown paper bag. When Kim clapped her hands, he tossed it to her. She caught it, opened it and took out a pair of handcuffs which she waved at the crowd. They went wild! "No," I gasped, "Not that, Kim. Don't, please?" But she just bent down and slapped my face, even harder than before, if that was possible. "You behave or I'll really hurt you, you old slut." I let her roll me over and cuff my wrists behind my back as I wept and begged her not to humiliate me like that. If I'd known what she had planned for me next, however, I might not have accepted the handcuffing so easily.

She picked up the bag from where she'd dropped it, and took out two more items. The first was a black leather dog collar and the second a leash. She pulled me to my knees by the hair and as I knelt before her with my head hanging down and tears running down my cheeks, she fastened the collar around my throat and clipped on the leash. "Come Ginny-Ginny," she snapped in a commanding tone, "Heel Bitch!" She forced me to follow her offstage on my knees like some kind of pet dog. As I crawled through the crowd of men, they pushed in and grabbed, squeezed, pinched and fondled my bare breasts. With my hands cuffed behind me I was helpless to prevent it and on my knees I couldn't move fast enough to avoid them. I swear Kim walked extra slowly just to give them more time to humiliate me with their groping.

My tender breasts were black and blue and my nipples were throbbing when we got backstage. "Alright Kim," I said. "You've had your fun, now let me go." She looked at me and laughed. "Let you go? Are you crazy? It's my birthday and you, my dear, dumb, darling Ginny, are Bill's present to me! When he told me you were coming, the girls and I planned an entire evening's entertainment around you. You don't want to miss my birthday party, now do you?" Just then, Bill appeared with a raincoat although it hadn't been raining when I came in. Kim put it over my shoulders and buttoned it up the front with my hands still cuffed behind me. She put on a loose tee-shirt and short-shorts then jerked on my leash. "Come Ginny-Ginny," she snapped. "Heel, you cunt." She yanked on the leash and I fell right over on my sore breasts with a loud grunt.

The Black girl, Randi, came over, knelt beside me. She used a handful of my hair to help lift me and get me back on my knees. I looked at her gratefully, but her expression stopped me from speaking my gratitude. She reached down and used the side of her hand to flick the dirt from my breasts, then bowed her head and took one of my hard nipples in her mouth. She lightly ran her tongue around the pebbly dark flesh and, as the nipple strained itself to grow even more, she took it in her teeth and pulled. The skin stretched until I thought it would tear before she let go. It snapped back and I heard myself gasp from the sensation. She repeated it with the other breast as Kim watched with a tight grin on her lips. Her friend Mia was standing behind her, her pelvis rubbing against Kim's ass while her hands massaged Kim's breasts under her shirt. When Randi was finished with my breasts, she cupped in her rough hands and hefted the fleshy orbs as if they were melons in a market. My eyes were closed and I was breathing fast as she ran her thumbs over the tips of my nipples. Then I heard her giggle, "Damn Kim, you were sure right about her. She's one randy slut alright."

Completely intimidated by this time, I meekly followed Kim on my knees out the back door of the club to the parking lot. She threw me into the back of Bills car and as he drove, she unbuttoned the coat and knelt between my thighs. "Now, let's see if you taste as good as you feel." She pushed her tongue between my swollen pussy lips and flicked my clit rapidly. *Rat-a-tat-tat* *Rat-a-tat-tat* I closed my eyes and moaned as my hips pumped against her face and I could feel the hot juices running down the crack of my ass. As her talented tongue fluttered over my clit, my ass came off the seat. I heard her muffled laugh and then felt her hands under me, cupping my cheeks and squeezing. Then her hands were beneath me and I felt her closing her fingers. Suddenly, she shoved both of her thumbs up into my tight asshole which brought a surprised yelp from me that nearly made Bill swerve off the road. She impaled me on her thumbs and used them to hold me still as she sucked and tongued me to one climax after another. I had three or four orgasms just in the short drive back to her place.

When we got to her apartment it was after midnight and she dragged me from the car by the leash, leaving the raincoat on the car floorboard. She led me nude through the parking lot and inside. I looked up and saw a couple of women looking out their windows and giggling at the sight of this slender young woman leading a buxom older woman around on a leash. Once we were inside, Kim pulled me into the bedroom where she handcuffed my wrists to the bed. I could have fought her, but what was the point. She'd already proven herself my superior just as Jen had years before. She'd taught me the futility of resistance much to my chagrin, now Kim could enjoy the fruits of Jen's training.

She took off her clothes and for the first time I saw her neatly trimmed bush and the hard nubs of her little nipples. She climbed up and straddled my shoulders, slowly lowering herself until the hairs of her pussy were just brushing my open lips. She ran her hands through my oil-slick hair and then she closed her fists, tight!. She was so turned on! She jammed my face between her legs and held me hard against her. She held my by the hair and as she rocked her hips she moved my head so her clit stayed right on my mouth. I found myself wanting desperately to reach around and put my fingers and hands all over her ass, but the handcuffs made that impossible.

As she roughly crushed my mouth against her pussy I heard her mutter, "You been getting all the action old lady. Now it's time to see if you really know how to eat pussy." She ground my face against her and her wiry pubic hair scratched my tender lips as I tried desperately to give her the same satisfaction she'd given me. She was so excited, however, that she couldn't stay still and I had a hell of a time reaching her with my tongue. Finally, in exasperation, she used my nose to rub her clitoris and get off. She climbed off disgustedly and slapped my face, "If that's the best you can do, you old dyke, you'd better get some help. Here, let me show you what I mean."

She started to work me over again, not using her fingers and tongue this time, but about a dozen sex toys she pulled out of a drawer. One of her favorite things was to sit astride my hips and use a small leather crop or her open hand to slap my firm breasts back and forth until the nipples were swollen and hard. Then she'd suck on them until they throbbed from the blood that engorged them. Not until I whimpered that they were hurting too much would she give me relief. She took them in her teeth and gave them little "love bites" until I had an orgasm. Afterwards, she mounted my face again and gave me another chance to satisfy her. This time I did a much better job. She soon climaxed and collapsed on top of me, stroking my face and muttering, "Oh, Ginny, Ginny, Ginny," she sighed. "My poor, dear, sweet, Ginny-Ginny."

Later that night her friends Mia and Randi showed up. Mia was beautiful. A tall brunette about 5'6" and weighing around 125 with a well rounded figure. The three of them attacked my body from all sides. Randi was particularly enamored with my tight ass, something I'd protected throughout my marriage and my years as Jen's slave. She went after it with gusto, using a series of ever-larger dildos to stretch me wider and wider until I pleaded with her to stop before it was permanently stretched out of shape. She told me the price for clemency and I quickly agreed. She turned around and sat on my face facing my breasts. She roughly handled them, taking advantage of their sensitivity to alternate pain and pleasure, I gave her the rimming she demanded as her price for sparing me further pain.

Mia on the other hand, spent most of the night with her mouth attached to my full breasts, sucking, nibbling, biting, nursing and licking them until I was sure they'd explode they were so engorged with blood. Kim, my sweet Kim, whom I'd foolishly and egotistically thought too win back with my physical prowess, my figure and my breasts, was content to bury her face between my thighs and gobble my pussy until I began to fret that it might disappear altogether. As soon as I gave one girl an orgasm another climbed aboard my face to take her place. I lost track of the total number of orgasms we had that night, but it must have been fifty or more combined. Hell, I may have had that number all by myself! My lips were chapped, my tongue too tired to speak and my body covered with bodily fluids of all kinds.

At one point, it was as if I were outside my own body, looking down at the four women on the bed and watching them twisted in all sorts of combinations. What I found disturbing was that I seemed to be having so much fun. Here I'd come down to show Kim how "in control" I was and now I was watching myself enjoying abandoned sex with three different women at the same time. It was more than a little unsettling.

The only time I was allowed out of bed was to go to the bathroom and even then they cuffed my hands behind me and led me on the leash to the toilet. I wasn't permitted to be alone even then as the three women stood over me, watching closely and commenting ribaldly as they laughed at my discomfort. Mia reached down and, after groping me, held my labia apart as I pee'd a long stream. When I finished, one of them licked me clean and then French kissed me before they returned me to bed to continue Kim's Birthday party.

Sometime shortly before daybreak I awoke to find my hands had been released from the handcuffs. Mia was sleeping with her head on my right breast and to my left Kim and Randi were in the sixty-nine position, noisily slurping each other's pussies. I gently crawled out from under Mia and approached Randi from the rear. I slipped my hand under her, putting it between Kim's mouth and Randi's pussy. Kim winked at me as I slipped two fingers into Randi's juicy cunt and began to finger her as I buried my face in her ass and shoved my tongue in her asshole. She twisted around and I heard her laugh when she saw who it was doing her. After her climax, I did Kim the same way and then the two of them turned on me and returned the favor. I woke up an hour later once again cuffed to the bed, wondering if it had been a dream or if I'd really done those terrible things.

In the morning I was completely wrung out. My body was so limp and sore they had to hold me up in the shower while Kim scrubbed me, dried me off and put an old housecoat on me. Just before they drove me back to my motel, Kim unsnapped the leash and hung it on the back of her bedroom door. "It'll be waiting here when you come back next November," she said sternly. "I changed my mind about ending our relationship. This is a more fun than writing those stories. You make such a great slut." Then she kissed me, pushing that long pink tongue deep into my throat.

When we got to the motel, Kim, Randi and Mia pulled me out of the car with my hands still cuffed behind my back. I tried to get them to leave me there, but Kim wouldn't hear of it. "Why darlin', I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to you. No, we're going to see you safely to your room, aren't we girls." They both nodded and Kim drew me inside the office. The clerk looked up and beamed when he saw her. "Hi Kim, Mia, Randi. What's wrong with your friend, she don't look so good?" Kim chuckled, "She just had a little too much to eat last night, Darryl. She'll be fine. Do you have her room key?" He laughed and pulled my key out of the rack behind the desk and gave it to her.

Just as she was turning away, she stopped short. "By the way Darryl, did she leave anything in your office safe?" I tried to get his attention and shake my head no, but he either didn't see me or was too dim to understand. "As a matter of fact, she did. Just a sec and I'll get it." Kim turned and beamed at me, proud of her brilliance. He came back with my purse containing all my money and ID's. Kim thanked him with a kiss and she stayed behind while the girls took me to my room. They were more than helpful, pulling off my dress and taking me into the shower for another scrubbing. Of course, their hands weren't busy scrubbing all the time and I had two more orgasms before Kim appeared at the bathroom door. "Get her dried off and in here," she snapped.

When I came out, I saw the contents of my purse scattered on the bed. She'd obviously been rummaging through it and found everything I'd tried to keep hidden. She held up a Xerox copy, "I made it on Darryl's copier, recognize these?" I saw a picture of my state drivers license and my firm ID. Both of course, with my real name and hometown address. "So Ginny," she sneered, "or should I call you Candy Whitman now?" she asked, using my real name for the first time. What do you have to say for yourself?" I just shook my head, "Nothing. Why? Did you expect me to make up great story about how a strange ID with my picture on it had been planted in my purse? I'll need a little time on that one."

She folded the copy and put it in her pocket. "The girls and I'll be visiting up your way this summer. Maybe we'll stop by and say hello. I also found this," she held up a nude photo of a beautiful blond woman. "Is this the famous Sharon I've heard so much about?" I swallowed hard and nodded. "Well, she don't look like such hot shit in this picture. What do you think Randi?" The black girl took the picture and studied it a moment. "Big muscles, and look at those tits. I'd love to have my hands on those." I shuddered. I was sure Sharon could take care of herself, even against a tough cookie like Randi, but I wasn't sure she could handle all three of these girls at the same time. Even her strength has it's limits.

I asked Randi for the picture back, but she just laughed. "Nah, I think I'll hold on to it. Just in case I bump into her somewhere." I didn't like the ominous sound of that but I was in no position to do anything about it, so I let it drop. They watched me dress and when I'd finished, Kim handed me my purse. "You still look a little shaky, hon. We'll drive you to the airport and be sure you get on your flight. I see you got an open return ticket. Good idea. You must've planned to stay a while, eh?" I blushed when they all laughed.

They put me in their car and drove me to the airport. On the way, we chatted gaily about the "Wonderful party" we'd had. It was very surreal, for we all spoke in the third person, even me. I found myself referring to myself as if I were someone else. Maybe the Ginny who'd been tied to the bed was a separate character now that I'd resumed my real identity?. I referred to myself as "she" and "her." We laughed about the expression on "her" face and the way "she" moaned when "she" climaxed. I was quite relieved to get out of the car at the airport, but the girls escorted me all the way to my gate.

At the gate, Mia suddenly turned to face me, took me by the hips and pulled me to her. Grinding our hips together, she kissed me long and deep and when she broke the kiss, I was panting I'm ashamed to admit. Randi was next, using her powerful arms to sweep me up and crush her firm breasts against mine. She actually lifted me off the floor as we kissed! Sharon's the only other woman who's ever done that! Kim came last and was definitely the best. She held me gently and nibbled my throat as I started to cry on her shoulder. "I wanted this to be the start of our new relationship," I gasped, "I never dreamed it would be like this." I heard her suppress a giggle as her right hand found my left and squeezed. "The world is full of new beginnings, Ginny. New beginnings and old endings."

I walked through the gate toward my plane, but I wanted one last look. I turned around and saw Randi with her arm around Mia's waist. They were waving gaily. Off to one side, Kim was whispering to the stewardess who'd collected my boarding pass. They looked up and saw me watching them and Kim blew me a kiss. I blushed as I blew one back to her and the stewardess smiled and nodded at something Kim said. I went up the ramp to the plane and took my seat. I knew my life had changed, but I had absolutely no idea yet of just how.

On the flight home that day, I thought back over the past twenty four hours and the most amazing birthday present I'd ever heard of. It was ironic that, although I hadn't been aware of it, I'd been assigned the role of present! As I considered the situation, I fondled a beautiful silk scarf Kim taken off her own neck and wrapped around mine in the airport just before I left. As I touched the smooth fabric, I could feel my dog collar beneath it.

Part of her price for continuing to participate in writing our stories was that I had to promise never to remove her collar. "It shows the world you're MY co-author," she'd explained grinning. A warm glow spread through my loins as I found I was actually looking forward to her next birthday! She'd told me she expected me to come to the club for a return match next year. I couldn't disobey her order now could I?

To be continued . . . Someday, I'll tell you what happened after I got home.