Birthday Girl

by Arty

Friday looked up, sighed, picked up the cake and took a bite. It was so light in texture that it seemed to evaporate on her tongue. And the taste! The taste was just exquisite! Friday looked at the cake again; it was lovely but she didn't see what all the...

"Oh my God!" Friday was unable to stifle the involuntary exclamation as she felt herself being assaulted by the feeling of several tongues licking simultaneously at her clitoris, her pussy and her anus! Her legs collapsed beneath her and she sprawled backwards into a convenient reclining chair. The sensations intensified and she felt herself tip over the precipice into one of the most satisfying orgasms that she had ever had. When she eventually recovered her senses she looked at the piece of cake in awe and she almost took another mouthful. 'Later', she told herself forcefully. There were still two other items in the box!

With a supreme effort she dragged herself out of the chair and back to the table. She took the little bottle out of the box and then returned to the chair. She sat down and looked at the bottle again. The label said 'Drink Me' and then she noticed a line of fine print. 'Sit on a towel; actually, sit on two towels - love Arty.' Since she had been putting bathroom linen away when the box was delivered, luckily there were several towels to hand so she did as her Author bid and sat on a couple of towels. With some trepidation she took a small sip from the bottle.

The taste of honey and chocolate and all of her favourite things assailed her taste buds, separately and in combinations that she would never ordinarily have tried but which seemed strangely satisfying. This stuff was worth drinking for the taste alone, whatever other properties it might have...

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh…" Her exclamations tailed off into incoherent cries as she felt herself assaulted once more with tongues and teeth and…. Oh God! Fingers everywhere and then ... feathers; tickling, stroking, nibbling and licking driving her insane with lust but never quite taking her over the edge. And then, just when she thought that she would lose her mind forever the sensations intensified and continued driving her to higher and higher levels of arousal until she seemed to be cumming and cumming and cumming without end.

She opened her eyes and yawned. 'God! What a dream! She'd have to tell Arty…' her thought was cut off midstream as she realised that she was sitting on a towel in the reclining chair. It hadn't been a dream, well it had, but she knew what she meant. That meant there was still the third thing to try. As she dragged herself out of the chair and over to the table Friday realised that the towel was soaked. She lifted it to her nose with some trepidation but all she could smell was the scent of her arousal. Christ how long had he been cumming, to make the towel that wet?

The note on the dildo had some fine print, 'Go to bed - Love Arty'.

Always do as your Author tells you. Is the first principle of a Muse's existence* [*I can dream can't I? LOL!] So Friday made her way back to her bed. She would have need to anyway after the cake and the drink. 'Use your imagination.' It didn't take much imagination, non- penetrative sex was fine, but in the end there was no substitute for a good, old-fashioned fuck. She slid the dildo into her pussy; there was so much lubrication that there was almost no resistance. She groaned as she felt the fullness; so good after so much arousal. Suddenly the dildo started to move of its own volition.

Friday smiled to herself. Arty was so considerate ... and then further coherent thought was lost to her as she felt the strokes speed up and become deeper and more authoritative. She closed her eyes and revelled in the sensations that the dildo was providing. It was amazing she could almost feel the weight of another body on her and between her legs; it felt so real that she opened her eyes. A pair of hazel eyes stared into hers.

"Many Happy Returns, my Birthday Muse." And then Arty had no breath for more as he prepared to deliver the last part of his birthday present to her.

-Fin-