This is the story of “The Birthday Party.”It was a balmy September weekend. I was still a novice at club-going but I got invited by her. So, natur...ally, I went. I was not too early arriving at the club, but I still saw her arrive there with her friends. She was wearing a tight black dress, showing off all her decadent curves in all the right places. She greeted me first with a smile. I hugged the “birthday girl” who had a beautiful scent to her. Her name was Ashley. Naturally, my hands drifted. Since he hadn't first cum in my sister like other times, his cock was harder and he fucked me longer and deeper. It felt fantastic but he was so horny that he didn't last very long and for the first time I felt his full large load deep in my hole in multiple shots. It felt great and I loved to feel the throbbing cock pumping cum into my ass. I was disappointed that he didn't last longer since I was enjoying it so much. I thought he was going to pull out and leave like before but I was wrong. . It was just a special language, I think. I imagined she was saying, "Man, this is some first-class fucking, here!" But she didn't say anything, of course, that really sounded anything like that.Dave had told me, while we were still down in Winston-Salem, that maybe the three of us would drive up to Gettysburg, not too far away, up in Pennsylvania, to see the Civil War Battlefield there, on his Thursday off-day. After we got to bed so late last night, I wasn't sure we'd still do it. It wasn't. At first sight, the shop seemed much like any other. There were shelves with brightly coloured boxes, racks of magazines and DVDs. All showing scantily clad men and women, but nothing obscene.“Anything I can help you with?” the young lady behind the counter asked, smiling at the obvious nervous and embarrassed couple.“Well, we were looking for something a bit more... extreme, if you know what I mean,” Dave manages to stammer out.The young girl chuckled, “if you mean a bit more restraining, that.