Anais Ninnies

“Happy birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you!”
Joanie Lauer giggled at her fiancé’s off-key tones. Her breath heated the palms of her hands, which
cloaked her eyes. She loved surprises, Paul was unusually good at them.

“Open up, Chyna-doll.”

Joanie’s hands drooped away more of shock than anything else. What a surprise!

Standing at the end of her bed was Michael Manna and her fiancé, Paul…and they were both nude, save for
the red ribbons tied around their cocks.

Joanie’s eyes bugged out momentarily, as they smirked back at her. “What are you doing?” She asked
neither of them.
“A little bird told me today was your birthday,” Michael smiled. “And that little bird was your fiance.”
“I told him what you told me two weeks ago,” Paul grinned, “that you’d always wanted to have a
threesome. And since we’re about to be married…” Paul’s hand started stroking her left thigh.
“And it is your birthday…” Michael said, stroking her right.
“We decided to double your pleasure.” They said together.
Joanie knelt between these two studs; one her sweet fiancé, the other the man she had developed a quiet
crush on after months of being his coworker.
“I don’t know about this…” She admitted.
“Come on, Jo..” Paul teased, “I’ve done it before.”
“Yeah,” She said, her skin involuntarily shuddering as their hands rode the curve of her hip and side, “With
Shawn and Kevin.”
Paul blushed to the roots of his hair. Joanie watched Michael for his reaction; the slyness that slipped into
his eyes told her that he had been hoping for this moment. Michael was attracted to Paul as well!
“I won’t tell anyone, Jo,” Michael said, “And this’ll be a one-time only performance.”
“He took an AIDS test,” Paul added, sealing her confidence in the idea, “And he’s clean.”
Joanie’s resistance crumbled as their hands traced the swell of her breast. “Oh…” She arched her back,
jutting her cleavage into their hands.
Paul grinned at Michael, “Think that’s a yes?”

Together, the two boys sat down on the bed, Joanie between them, and went to work on the birthday girl.
Paul lapped her shoulder while Michael sucked on her neck. Each worked toward the goal of throat; she
gasped when Michael hit a sensitive spot on her trapezius. Sensing her vulnerability, he flicked his tongue
over it. Meanwhile, each of them had cupped one of her breasts in a free hand, kneading her engorged
flesh.

Now she knew why he wanted her to wear the halter top, Joanie dazedly thought as Paul untied the string at
her neck string and Michael the one at her waist; both kept their other hand busy on her breast. The halter
top fell away, and they continued to knead her heavy breasts, making teasing passes over her nipples.

Joanie twisted her torso, sighing languidly as they worked on her. Michael traced the line of her jaw with
his tongue and then eagerly plundered her wide-open mouth; Paul unhooked her bra and liberated her
breasts from their prison.

Her nipples were erect, dark, and throbbing from their non-stop touches. Paul took his hand away and she
whined, arching her chest. She felt his cocky smirk against her nipple before he began to suckle. Joanie
cried out in Michael’s mouth, and suddenly he released her tongue and arched his back, crying out
“uuhhh!” He groaned, “Paul!”

She looked down, suddenly noticing that Paul’s hands were now busy with Michael’s throbbing, thick
cock, untying the ribbon and teasing gently. Joanie stared in fascination and heated arousal. Michael
smirked at her.

“Hot?” He mouthed, then groaned softly again.

She nodded, noticing Paul’s neglected shaft. She couldn’t reach it. Frowning, she urged Michael to lie
back with her hands, forcing Paul to move up more on the bed. She untied the ribbon from Paul’s cock. As
Paul resumed his suckling on her trembling right nipple, he began to stroke Michael’s cock. Michael bent
his head and took up her free left breast, poking her neglected left nipple with his tongue, then laving and
sucking it.. Joanie moaned, buried in the sweet delight swamping her chest, arriving in her empty, wet
damp pussy.

Suddenly, she felt her breasts being pulled and squeezed against each other, then her nipples were bereft.
Then, from the side, both nipples were engulfed into two wet mouths, and the tongues danced over the
throbbing, aching tumescent buds….and each other.

Joanie stared down in amazement as Paul and Michael shared a kiss over her breasts, then pulled away.
“Save me some of that ass, baby.” Paul purred to Michael.
“Whenever you want some,” he wiggled, “Come and get it.
Paul grinned cockily.
Joanie coughed, “Um…excuse me?”

The both laughed; Paul moved down more on the bed, and his hands stroked her thighs. Michael knelt
beside her on the bed, close to her face.

She knew what he wanted, and she couldn’t be happier. Joanie decided to tease him a bit, though, before
giving in. First, she reached up and played with Michael’s nipples, thumbing them to button-hardness, then
pinching gently. He groaned, and she watched his semi-erect cock rise a few inches in appreciation. He
found her fingers, pulled them to his lips, and sucked each into his eager mouth. Joanie sighed, as Paul’s
hands found her damp maw and stroked her though the dampened crotch of her jeans. Whining, she thrust
her hips into his hands, then encircled Michael’s shaft with her fist.

“It’s SO big,” she purred, smirking at Paul, then up at Michael, “I bet it tastes good.”
Michael thrust his hips against her stroking fist, “Find out.” He grunted, “Please!”

Joanie sighed against the tip of his shaft, then, tenuously, she craned her neck forward, taking his shaft into
her mouth. Michael threw his head back,

“UUUHHMM…” He moaned, then reached for her nipples. Joanie peered down at Paul; his own hard
cock waved as it filled with blood; he watched the action, his hands rubbing more vigorously against her
clitoris through the jeans.

As Joanie’s nose brushed Michael’s thick, chestnut-colored bush, Paul unsnapped her jeans lifting her
lower half up and pulling them off. His brow rose momentarily when he saw that she wasn’t wearing
panties. Michael’s own eyes flared, and the kneading on her nipples became rougher. He knees flew apart
and, with her eyes and her hips, she begged for Paul’s attention.

Paul bent to his task, spreading her dripping petals apart and pushing two fingers into her honeyed softness.
He knew that two filled her completely; she was that tight; Joanie’s muffled scream confirmed his
knowledge. His fingers vigorously fucking her, Paul’s free hand reached for his cock, which drooled a
stream of precum, and began stroking. His eyes never left Joanie’s mouth and Michael’s cock.

Joanie leaned back, a bit, letting Michael fuck her mouth. His cock WAS big…bigger than Paul’s, but only
by an inch or so. She looked up into his eyes; they were nearly glazed in passion, his mouth open. Joanie
knew, instinctively, that Michael hadn’t been with many women; either that, or he REALLY wasn’t used to
a woman giving him head, because he kept nearly choking her. She shoved back on his hips a bit, taking
control, increasing the tempo. Much of her sensation lay between her legs and Paul’s working fingers.
Paul watched them intensely, licking his lips. It had been too long since his days in the Clique, he thought.
He saw Michael’s orgasm approaching and began working Joanie’s clitoris, his fingers thrusting faster, He
would bring her off with Michael.
The increased stimulation encouraged Joanie’s actions, and soon Michael felt himself go over the edge.
“OOOH!” He cried suddenly, and then she felt him pulsate in her throat. At that exact moment, her whole
being tightened and shook, and she cried out around Michael’s cock, coming to her first orgasm of the
night.

That did the trick for Michael, and, as he squeezed her breasts with both of his hands, Joanie felt his cock
leap and then shudder, pouring ounces of warm, salty goo down her throat. She swallowed, savoring,
enjoying Michael’s cum.

She refused to release him even as he whimpered in relief, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. She
started sucking him soft, and he cried out at the pleasure pain. At last she released him, and he pulled away
from her mouth.

Joanie’s head fell back to the bed, momentarily exhausted. Michael planted a kiss on her lips, savoring the
taste of his own cum. Joanie’s eyes fluttered open at the sensation, and she felt ready for more.

But his eyes were locked with Paul’s. “I’d like to watch you with her.” Michael said. “Then, let’s see what
we can come up with.”

Michael pulled away from the bed, kneeling beside Joanie, and spreading her legs.

“Paul…” She moaned, reaching with both of her arms to embrace him. He answered her with an impaling
thrust that made her scream.

It was fast, brutally quick, and wildly exciting. Paul’s hips thrust wildly, his cock rocketing into her soft,
wet warmth again and again. Joanie thrashed against him, Michael’s hands on her breasts once again, his
lips at her ear.

“MM….you like his cock, don’t you baby? It’s nice and hard…it looks great in your little pussy.” He
licked her earlobe, then lowered his mouth to her breast.

Joanie screamed Paul’s name, even though it was Michael’s hand that found her clitoris and manipulated it
to orgasm. She shattered, then heard Paul’s shout of fulfillment, felt his cock buck and shudder, and then
the sweetness of his man cream filled her.

Exhausted, Paul collapsed on her. For a moment, they lay lost in an intimate universe, and Michael felt
embarrassed to tread in their private domain. But Paul revived, and noticed Michael’s erect member.
“Ready for some pussy?” He asked, pulling out of Joanie.

Michael looked at Joanie’s pussy as it leaked Paul’s come… “Yeahhh…” He groaned, ready to take his
crush.
But Paul shook his head. “Not that pussy,” he lay down on the bed, spreading his legs and revealing a
clean, pink asshole, “This pussy.”
Michael grinned, “My pleasure.” He growled.

Joanie scooted up the bed, getting out of the way as Michael slithered over Paul’s prone body. The were in
a 69 position, both of their cocks hard and ready.

She spread her legs, one hand tickling her own belly, the other probing her cum-dripping hole. She lifted
her fingers, tasting Paul’s come as it mingled with Michael’s in her mouth.

Meanwhile, the boys sized each other up. Michael looked adorably confused, and Joanie wondered if he’d
ever done this before. But Paul was ready, and his right hand cupped Michael’s balls.

“Ready to suck it?” He asked, and then he laughed at his own words.
Michael arched his back, delight snaking through his loins. “Oooh, anything…”
His left hand cradled Paul’s cock. Joanie marveled at the combined girth of their cocks for a moment;
she’d forgotten how big Paul’s was. Within a second, it disappeared down Michael’s throat, and Paul
followed.

They thrust into each other’s mouths like a well-oiled machine; Paul pumped his hips like a piston, and
Michael took everything he had to give. Conversely, Michael was more gentle. Every once in a while,
their jaws would weaken; Michael pulled his mouth away to lick at the sides of Paul’s cock, then tease his
balls with his tongue. It was Michael who made the first move towards Paul’s puckered, neon-pink
manpussy, and his tongue poked and prodded.

“AH! Ah yeah! Lick my ass.” Paul whined, reaching back with a free hand and spreading his cheeks.
Michael probed deeply into the crevice with his tongue, then it seemed to little, and he pulled his cock from
Pauls’s mouth and rolled him beneath his sweating, hardened body.

They both glanced up the bed at Joanie, who’s eyes were grafted to their cocks, her fingers moving in
hypnotizing circles on her clit.

“Fuck me,” Paul begged, spreading his legs, “I’ll make her cum for you.”

Both ideas appealed to Michael, and Paul reached over his head to the bedside table, withdrawing a tube of
lubricant from the dresser drawer.

“How…” Joanie panted, her fingers working in little circles, “Did you know I kept that there?”
Paul flushed again, “I found your vibrator last week.”
Joanie flushed, feeling ridiculous, “PAUL!”

But he was lost in his task again, slathering his pouting hole with the lube, then pouring it on Michael’s
marble-hard cock.

Paul pulled his legs back, angling them over his head, “Fuck Meeeee!” He whined, and Michael thrust
forward, embedding himself in Paul’s ass.
“Yeah!” He half-wept, “Oh yeah, oh God!”
Joanie’s fingers sped up. Paul whined and whimpered, thrusting his hips in tune to Michael’s thrusts.
“Uh!” Michael groaned, “Nice, tight pussy! Haven’t done this much, have you, baby?”
“Uh-uh,” He groaned, shaking his head. Then he opened his eyes and looked at Joanie, who lay back,
stroking her sex with rapid motions. Suddenly. Paul smiled at her, and his tongue flapped out of his
mouth. He wiggled it indecently, curling his finger in a beckoning motion simultaneously. Joanie knew he
wanted to eat her, and without delay she spread her legs over his head and he lowered her pussy to his
mouth.

Joanie groaned, wiggling in circles as Paul’s tongue probed her sensitive folds. He sucked at her
vulnerable center, slurping down his own cum hungrily, then attacking her throbbing folds.

Joanie’s eyes prowled Paul’s body as he slowly, evenly dicked her Stevie-Bear. It was such a thrillingly
hot moment. They made eye contact, and she grasped his upper arms for support as she rode Paul’s
plunging tongue. She felt her stomach muscles tighten, her clitoris throbbing and her sheath contracting on
emptiness. Her eyes widened wildly, and she shouted, “UH!!! I’m coming! I’m coming!!!”

“Me too!!” Michael screamed, thrusting into and out of Paul’s ass with jagged stokes. “Uh!! Fuck!!!”
“PAUL!” They screamed together, and he accepted their juices, swallowing eagerly, and then contracting
his hole to hold Michael’s jizz inside of his mancunt.

Joanie was energized by this orgasm; she detached herself from Paul’s swollen lips, watched her lovers
share a kiss, and spread her legs as widely as she could. Her swollen, flooded pussy pooches open, and she
spread it with her fingers.

“Fuck me!” She begged, her eyes closed.
Michael exchanged a glance with Paul; “Take care of her for a minute; I need to wash up.”

Joanie heard the bathroom faucet begin running as Paul pushed his hard dick into her pussy. By now
Joanie was lost in a wild nirvana of sensations, and her awakened body burst into orgasm within a few
moments of his first penetration. She goaded him beyond his limit, and Paul climaxed too, embarrassed at
his hair-trigger reaction.

Joanie lay gasping, dripping with sweat and love juice. Delight raced through her body when Michael
exited the bathroom, his cock rinsed clean from it’s time in Paul’s love-nest.

“Michael!” She whined, “Take me!”

Michael took her knees into the crook of his elbow. This, A fantasy of his, just about to come true, and he
could barely contain himself. Joanie reached down and pulled him inside of her with both of her hands.

Faster, faster he began to thrust, and Joanie stared up at him, amazed at the small difference between Paul’s
cock and Michael’s. It felt good.

“FUCK ME!!! LOVE ME!!! FUCK ME!!!” Joanie wailed out loud. Her own fingers pinched her nipples,
and then she traced Michael’s nipples, wiggling wildly on his cock.

Michael was lost in bliss, until something penetrated his haze.

More accurately, something penetrated his ass.

He peered over his shoulder, seeing Paul’s green eyes, “I said I wanted your ass.” He grinned, and then
thrust into Michael’s hot cavity.

Michael screamed, thrusting his hips backwards, then forwards. He and Paul set up a rhythm; whenever
Paul exited his honeyed hole, Michael thrust his cock into Joanie’s flowering pussy.

Michael loved being sandwiched; full and filling alternately. He bent and kissed Joanie’s lips, and she
eagerly accepted his tongue.

“Fuck, Manna, your ass is so tight…you’re like a virgin!” He groaned.
“I am!” He wailed, lost in ecstasy, his hips pounding Joanie’s pussy.
“Rub my clit,” She ordered Michael, “Make me cum!”

The second his fingers touched her throbbing button, Joanie climaxed. The second her pleasurable
contractions subsided, they began again. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and, with one especially
strong contraction, she screamed and passed out.

That last contraction got Michael off, and he poured his seed into her empty vessel, screaming Paul’s name.
Finally, Paul climaxed, filling Michael with every last bit of cum his poor, battered balls had to offer.

The two boys collapsed beside Joanie on the bed, falling into a state of deep sleep.

Michael awoke a few hours later, his cock limp, but partially inside of Joanie. Gingerly, he pulled out of
her pussy and went in search of his clothing. Paul had left them in the other room; he dressed, then decided
to peek in on the lovers.

When he returned, Paul and Joanie were curled up together, his head on her shoulder. They wore dreamy
smiles, and Michael felt glad knowing that he had brought them happiness, but, with sadness, knew that the
sex they had shared was fleeting. He squatted beside the bed, lightly pecking Joanie on the lips. Then he
traced the nude curve of Paul’s exposed ass.

He left them with one last look, then crept out of the bedroom.

“Happy birthday, Joanie.” He whispered, and was gone.

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