Birthday Present

by Holley

I'd been told to be at the shopping centre early, by early Sybil and her mother Sadie had meant early not ten o'clock but nine o'clock when they opened. I didn't really know what it was so important that I was there early but I supposed I'd find out when I got there. We'd met near the coffee bar but there was no coffee for us that morning, they'd taken me to a beauty parlour that's in the centre.

We were first there and Sadie spoke to the woman who apparently owned the salon and after a few minutes I was led through the salon right through to the back. Sybil, who had now taken charge, had told me to undress and when I showed some reluctance in front of the woman who owned the place Sybil moved forward in her usual confident way and started to unfasten buttons. Although if we'd been in private I would have been thrilled to have her undressing me here with the owner watching me I was a bit nervous. Sadie had plonked herself down on a chair and apart from the original discussion with Gloria, the owner, she hadn't taken any further part in what happened. Meanwhile Sybil had finished undressing me and although I'd put on some nice underwear to meet her and Sadie I certainly hadn't gone over board. Now I was naked and Gloria helped me onto the bench where for the next hour I was pummelled and pounded and teased until my nipples were like two bullets. Having completed this torture Gloria moved on to put two little medicine glasses over my nipples and they were a bit warm. I later found putting the glasses over my nipples created a vacuum which made my nipple erect, or perhaps I should say they'd seemed to suck my nipples up until they practically filled the glasses.

Whilst they, the vacuum glasses, were working on my nipples Gloria had got out a razor and smiling at me she'd said this is the closest shave you'll ever get. She pulled and pushed at my pussy until she'd removed every hair from my lower body and frankly I could have gone through it all again, the feeling of having shaving soap applied by a woman was very nice. Perhaps the fact that she'd had to remove the surplus that had got inside me with her fingers had something to do with my moments of pleasure. There was certainly no soap near my “G” spot but her fingers had made completely sure.

After the treatment on the table I'd been taken for a shower in a cubicle but it was like an old fashioned Turkish bath that I'd seen in old movies, the only part of me visible was my head and that naughty Gloria had taken advantage of me by kissing me knowing that I couldn't resist. She'd been joined by both Sybil and Sadie and as she'd tried to demonstrate how I liked being kissed by females Sybil had gently pushed her out of the way and given both the ladies a proper demonstration. Her tongue, which seemed so long, had penetrated to the back of my throat and when she'd finished with me she'd stood back and let the ladies have a go. They'd been very nice but they had lots to learn from this little girl who after watching the ladies came back and kissed me again. There was steam coming from around where my head was poking out and whether that was from the hot water or whether it was my fault that the water was so hot I can't say. Which ever it was the room was now clouded in steam.

Of course with the steam my hair had flopped in my eyes but as they'd opened the door to help me out I almost collapsed on the floor, it had been too hot for me and then when it had been followed by a nearly ice cold shower I nearly jumped out of my skin. Lots of hair pampering followed and once I was dry it was into another room for a complete massage again with perfumed oils liberally applied to my skin. The glasses were still stuck on my nipples by the way and they were enormous but Gloria was very careful no to disturb them as she oiled me up. Another move and this time into a make up artist chair where Gloria applied skin lotion and creams so I felt like the most pampered girl in the world. I must have been in the chair for well over an hour and when I stood I was ushered into yet another room where two young women were in attendance. The first one held a pair of panties and frankly they were not as big as a ladies handkerchief. The panties were followed by the bra and again it was tiny. Once applied to my breasts they didn't quite cover my nipple, the glasses had been remove by now of course, otherwise nothing would have gone anywhere near fitting me. But there I was, made up, pampered and hair done and when Sybil came in with a pair of stockings and high heel shoes I knew I was going to look something special for someone.

I hadn't been informed as to whom I was being given too but I was sure it would be someone nice, perhaps Anne. But after dressing me and then covering me in a longer dress Sybil and Sadie led me outside and immediately into the car. Sadie's car had darkened windows so I probably wasn't visible from outside, not that it particularly bothered me but I was concerned about who I had been prepared for. We'd arrived at Sadie and Sybil's house and entered as though this was the most natural entry I'd ever made but I was puzzled as to the way the sitting room was laid out. There was a drop leaf table, that was quite short when folded, and two stools. The stools were close to the table and seemed to be laid out to make a triangle with the table. Sadie had led me to the table and as I got closer I could see little tapes dangling from each corner. The stools had tapes hanging from them too. I was persuaded to sit up on the table and the girls laid me back and fastened the tapes furthest away around my wrists. I hadn't known whether to take it all as a joke but got a bit worried when they lifted my legs and slipped them onto the stools and fastened me there with my legs wide apart. However, the tapes were of silk and would easily have snapped if I'd so desired so I had nothing to worry about.

Why should there be chairs grouped around the room was that had puzzled me right from the start but I was soon to find out. Set out on a sideboard was a shiny pair of scissors that should have told me I was in for a naughty day. There I was quite firmly attached by tapes to the table and stools and something should have warned me about my fate when Sadie brought a comfortable chair and placed it between my open legs. Shortly afterwards a group of ladies entered the room and made themselves comfortable in the pre arranged group of chairs. They'd settled in with some refreshments and started to chatter amongst themselves except for the time they spent staring at me. Soon the performance had started, my little Anne had led her mother Nathalie into the room. She'd been dressed most provocatively, no outer clothes of course, just a wonderful lace bra, lace panties, gorgeous stockings with a suspender belt and wonderfully made up. Anne had led her to the side of where I was lay and with a couple of ladies helping her she'd unfastened one of the tapes to let Nathalie stand between my legs. That had been until Anne had guided her to the chair placed in front of me.

Anne had stepped out of the triangle and left Nathalie there on her own and then the little mistress Anne had given her permission to start. Nathalie had sat on the chair and lowered her head to my pussy and with one long sweep from just above my anus she dragged her tongue roughly along my pussy lips. As I'd gasped the sitting ladies had given out an “oh dear” as they'd all shifted in their seats. Continuing on from where she'd started Nathalie licked around the little panties just moving them to one side about a millimetre with each sweep and with each little sound I'd made in response to her tongue the ladies had given a respectable little cheer or some had even rewarded Nathalie with a gasp. There had been some heat generated in both Nathalie and myself so that as each stroke had passed over my pussy I'd lifted my bottom clear of the table to get more pressure from her tongue.

It had been going beautifully when Anne stepped forward with the scissors and presented them to Nathalie. I'd been surprised when Nathalie had waited for Anne to give her permission to use the scissors on me but even more surprised when she held Nathalie's hand and guided her to where she should cut. I felt the cold of the steel of the scissors close to my pussy and as she slid the lower blade forward the blade had gently pushed my pussy lips apart but at the same time they'd cut the front of the panties right from the bottom of my pussy lips to the waist band. Anne, acting as the assistant, had taken the scissors from Nathalie and with a nod had given her permission to carry on. I had noticed that there was considerable muttering among the spectators, they must have been worried about where the scissors were going to go but I had complete faith in Anne.

Nathalie had leaned forward and the first sweep of her tongue on my bare pussy had been heavenly but the second sweep just parted me a tiny fraction. I did notice out of the corner of my eye that one of the ladies, an older one, had jumped to her feet and gone to grasp one of my breasts but Anne had stepped forward and gave her a disciplinary smack on her face. The lady had sat down again with a red mark on her face as Anne had told her she'd get her turn soon. Meanwhile Nathalie was licking away at my pussy and with each sweep of her tongue besides gasping at the sheer pleasure of it I'd wriggled my bottom clear off the table. Again with each wriggle, and although I couldn't see too well, I could hear sloppy sounds coming from the ladies who were unable to wait. In the meantime Anne's fingers were playing with Nathalie's bottom so besides my wriggling hers were making the table move in its legs too.

I would have liked Anne and Sybil to unfasten the tapes round my ankles so I could part my legs even further but knowing them as I did I guessed they certainly had something else in mind. Nathalie had moved from the chair and had been leaning over me to run her wet tongue clear from my pussy, which, although wet, wasn't wet with cum, up to the swell of my breasts. At this point Anne had led out the elderly lady who'd been bold enough before to try and grope my breasts and given her permission to unfasten the clip on the front of my bra. She'd exposed my breasts and lowered her head to my nipple and with Nathalie's lips on the swell of my left breast and the older lady's lips on my right breast I was on a real high. Anne, however, had moved the lady on and called another one to come forward to take her turn. So, within minutes a group of women of all ages had sucked my nipples for me and with the torment they'd had at the beauty parlour the felt as though I could penetrate steel with them.

Nathalie had been back at my pussy slurping away and shoving, not very gently I must add, deep into my cunt. Anne had stepped forward and grasping her mother's arm she'd applied even more pressure so that I could feel her wrist tight against me. Noticing that I'd been moving Anne and Sybil had moved the stools closer to the table so that I'd been with my knees high in the air and at the same time they'd widened the gap so my pussy entrance must have been nearly wide enough to park a car. I am exaggerating of course but I think you get the picture. Nathalie must have decided that a change was due and moved to lean even further over me so she could have my nipples as her playthings. At the same time Anne and Sybil had moved behind Nathalie and as she'd been leaning forward first Anne's and the Sybil's hands had felt their way into Nathalie's pussy. How had I known? I'd felt the way she'd jumped as the fingers had entered her and as they drove into her so she'd responded by ramming her fingers into me. She'd slowed a little soon though and again although I couldn't bet on it I could guess what was going on in her pussy. The odds had been that both Anne and Sybil had pressed their full little hands inside her so that she was spending more time worrying about what was happening to her than attending to me. However, as I'd found out later it was her birthday and not mine.

I'd tried to signal to the girls to let me free so I could use my hands and when they did I dragged Nathalie even further forward so I could give her the benefit of my sloppy wet kisses whilst at the same time Anne and Sybil were driving their hands into her. Nathalie's lustful sounds were being accompanied by the sounds of the other ladies who'd paired off and were equally as engrossed in each other as we were with Nathalie but that had only been until our other senior partner had come to claim her share of the prize and Anne and Sybil had watched in awe as Sadie had fucked Nathalie the way a good woman should be fucked

There'd been a good deal of swishing sounds and squishy sounds and whilst all this was happening I'd managed to get myself free and on wobbly legs I'd stood at the top of the stairs watching the “goings on” on the floor below. I couldn't withstand the temptation though and my hand had gone to my own pussy and with only a tiny little coaxing I'd 'cum' beautifully but hadn't noticed that I'd squirted somewhat so that my 'cum' had hit the banister rail and was dripping onto the heads of the women beneath me. Sadie had noticed and so, perhaps as a finishing touch to the day's proceedings, she moved Nathalie to where she could throw her head back and feast again on my drippings.

I'd moved to the upstairs toilet leaving Nathalie with her head thrown back gulping on the rich creamy drippings from the floor above. When I came back out of the toilet Nathalie had squatted down I a chair with her very good friend Sadie eating her cunt for her as a final birthday tribute.

Some hours later as the birthday party broke up the ladies all exchanged kisses with the one that had tried for my tits asking me for my phone number but rather than embarrassing her by fobbing her off with a rubbish story I told her I was already spoken for and in fact that was not too far from the truth, Anne or Sybil only had to whistle and I'd come running.