Chapter 16

Fucky Birthday to you,
Fucky Birthday to you,
Fucky Birthday, dear Alison,
Fucky Birthday to you!

“Surprise!” There was a chorus of cheers, and Alison felt her blindfold being untied. She looked around and gasped at the sight of Claire’s room, decorated with bunting and banners displaying messages like “Happy 19^th – to a True Whore!” and “Many Fucky Returns!” Little pink paper cocks, tits and asses, dangling from ribbons, festooned the room, which was dominated by a huge poster of a gaping asshole, on which it said “Open Your Birthday Presents – Wide!” Claire, Eva, Bradley, Harriet, Angie, Joe and Darren were all there, dressed in their party best and cheering:

For she’s a jolly good fucker,
For she’s a jolly good fucker,
For she’s a jolly good fucker,
And so say all of us!

“Aw, guys, you are so fucking wonderful!” gasped Alison, tears of joy leaking down her face. “Thank you!”

“Cake or presents first?” asked Claire.

“Oh shit, I don’t know!” Alison hesitated. “Whatever – presents!” There was another cheer from her assembled friends.

Alison had never enjoyed such a lovely variety of gifts. Joe and Darren had bought her a set of vibrating ben wa balls. Harriet had bought her a disk of her favourite smoking fetish movies. Angie gave her a huge tub of Dubble Bubble gum and a training manual entitled How to Be a Bubblegum Fetish Whore. Eva had bought her a set of deepthroat-training dildos, in a series of sizes from three up to twelve inches – “so you can practise your technique”! And Bradley had bought her a compilation set of Porn Classics From the 1980s (“Oh look, my favourites! Traci Lords, Ginger Lynn, Bunny Bleu – fucking!”)

Claire, of course, had provided the cake. And what a cake! Taking pride of place on a table just under the window, it was shaped like an ass – clearly not just any ass, but loving sculpted to look just like Alison’s in full gape mode. Two luscious buttocks, iced with flesh-pink buttercream, gleamed on a large cake-stand. In the cleft between them lurked a gaping hole – in which gently swirled a cupful of double cream. “Oh fuck!” screeched Alison. “You filled my asshole with cum!”

“Just the way you like it, babe!” replied Claire, winking cheekily.

But there was one more parcel left. Claire presented it to Alison last of all, saying, “This is from your Mommy and Daddy: they asked me to give it you.”

“Oh Claire, how sweet! This is the first time I’ve been away from home for my birthday. I didn’t even know they’d remember!”

“Of course they remembered, Al. And I think they got you something special!”

The parcel certainly looked special. The wrapping paper was cock-themed: big cocks, small cocks, white cocks, brown cocks – including some cumming cocks. And when Alison carefully peeled it open, she gasped in amazement.

“It’s an auto!” she squealed. “It’s a fucking auto-dildo!”

“What?!” said the others in astonishment.

“What, like Professor Cunts’?” asked Harriet, as she exhaled a series of little puffs of smoke. “Fucking!”

Everyone watched as Alison opened the box. The dildo was – quite surprisingly for a dildo – flaccid, but as Alison lifted it out of its box to hold it, it gently shifted and pulsated, as if slowly waking up. It emitted a soft hum – almost a moan – as Alison held it up by the insertable bulb end and gently licked the glans; the fake cock began to slowly stiffen in response, gleaming proudly. “Oh, it’s so beautiful!” whimpered Alison. “Aren’t my Mommy and Daddy wonderful?! Listen to what they wrote:

Dearest Cunty-Pie, our very own fuckslut daughter Alison,

“Aw, ivn’t vat fweet!” said Angie, as she worked her bubblegum in her mouth.

“My parents are wonderful!” Alison nodded enthusiastically, before continuing:

We are so proud of you. We are sure you will become the greatest fucking whore the world has ever known. You deserve this dildo more than anything else. We hope you fuck thousands of hot cunts and assholes with it, and make them all come!

Lots of fucks and kisses,

Mommy and Daddy

“Try it on! Try it on!” shouted Eva.

Alison did. And as she inserted the bulb end into her cunt, she felt transformed – like nothing else on earth she had ever felt in her life. For this dildo was not just a toy to strap on and pretend with. This was not even a strapless dildo which she would have to grip onto for dear life with her kegels. No, she felt the dildo automatically mould itself to her, attach itself gently around her clit, explore and fill and extend into her cunt to find her G-spot – so that it felt like it was part of her body. “Oh fuck!” Alison squealed with joy. “This is fucking amazing!”

Alison gently touched the tip of the glans, and she felt a jolt of pleasure course through to her clit. The dildo jerked upwards, stiffening as it expressed outwardly the pleasure it had transmitted to Alison’s body. “Oh my fucking God! Is this what it feels like to have a cock?!”

Alison wrapped her fist gently around the head of the dildo – and she felt a warmth spread through her cunt, almost as if her clit was being enveloped by her palm. She spat into her hand and began to slowly stroke it up and down the shaft of the fake cock. It stiffened further, straightened and swelled, lengthening to a good eight inches, whilst transmitting the most exquisite pleasure to Alison’s crotch. “Oh motherfucking God, this is amazing!” she cried. “I gotta fuck someone with this! I gotta fuck someone!”

“Me! Me!” squealed Claire, lying on the bed, hitching up her skirt and using her fingers to spread her shaven cunt so Alison could gaze past her pussy-lips into her squelchy pink folds. Alison grabbed Claire’s legs and pulled her body towards her, sliding the dildo deep into her fuck-hole in one long glide. As she did, she felt the toy transmit the most wondrous feeling to her – something she had never felt before – the feeling of being enveloped, encased by hot female fuck-flesh. Somehow (“the marvels of Enlightenment technology!”), Alison could feel Claire’s inner walls through the dildo – warm and soft and slippery. And as she slowly fucked in and out, she understood for the first time ever what males of the species have always known: that there is nothing better than fucking cunt. “OH FUCK!!!” she screamed. “THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD! What it’s like for you, Claire?”

“Fucking amazing!” enthused Claire. “Like a real dick – all pulsating and throbbing and – oh Jesus, are you gonna come already?”

Alison wasn’t quite sure – because this orgasm which was building in her was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She knew that she must be feeling the pleasure in her clit, but if she hadn’t known better, she would have thought that this fake cock was part of her, and that she was feeling everything it felt – so realistic was the way it was transmitting sensations to her body. She felt fluid rising deep inside her – a bit like she was going to pee, or squirt – but different. It was a boiling, thick, rich sensation, growing as if through a column of stiff flesh till it was about to explode. She felt her dildo stiffen further, full of ejaculate, like a dam ready to burst, and she felt that excruciating, wonderful, heavenly sensation, which she had never felt before, of a cock – her own cock! – on the edge of orgasm.

“FUUUCK!!!” she screamed, as she felt herself come like she had never come before. She knew – because she had studied such things – that the sensations must be in her clit, in her G-spot, in her pussy. But she felt like it was her own cock jerking, her own cum exploding, her own balls emptying their precious fluid deep into Claire’s hot cunt, which she felt squeeze and caress her girlcock with its soft moist flesh. Of course, the auto-dildo came ready-loaded, and now its cum poured out in spurt after spurt into Claire’s hot fuck-tunnel – and Claire too came, screaming and thrashing as she felt it splash against her cervix.

Briefly, both Alison and Claire forgot that they had a crowd of awestruck spectators, quietly stroking themselves off as they watched the hot dickgirl-fuck unfolding in front of their eyes. And for a fleeting moment, Alison wished she had a real cock, so she could fill Claire up with her own sperm, make her her lover, make her her wife, make her a mother ... It was as if nothing else mattered any more.

They lay in each other’s arms, feeling the warm dildo-cum swash around in Claire’s cunt, as the dildo gradually softened. And as their orgasm subsided, they looked into each other’s eyes, but did not say out loud, “I love you.”

Claire broke the clinch first. “Hey, let’s have some cake!” she squealed, leaping up, auto-cum running down her leg, to rummage in a drawer and produce: “Candles!”

Alison removed her auto-dildo, licking it clean and squeezing out the last few drops of cum, and lovingly placed it, now flaccid again, back in its box, Claire arranged nineteen candles around the cake on the cake-board – each one shaped like an erect penis, but each different from its neighbours. There were cocks of all shapes and sizes and colours – and Alison admired them joyfully as Harriet got out her lighter to light all nineteen: some pink, some brown, some black; some circumcised and some uncut; some small, some huge; some really fat, others thinner.

“That one looks like mine!” said Darren pointing at a seven-inch cock-candle with a slight bend at the end.

“Mine’s that one,” replied Joe, pointing at a slightly shorter, fatter one.

“And that’s mine, I guess...” said Bradley, indicating the smallest.

“Yeah – small but mean!” giggled Claire, as she gave Bradley an affectionate grope. He smiled back at her, and she gave him a cheeky grin.

But Alison’s eyes were drawn to the largest cock-candle of all: huge, black – and beautiful. She felt her own pussy tingle in response. It took a split second for her to realise what caught her eye about it: it looked just like ... Alison stopped herself. “No, I mustn’t think about him,” Alison thought. Eva caught her eye – and she understood. Claire also noticed, and frowned.

There was a knock at the door – and Riley’s sparkling eyes and long silver-blond tresses poked around the edge of the doorway. “Riley!” exclaimed Claire. “Come in!”

“Guys,” Alison called out, “this is Riley. She’s a friend of mine, and she’s applying to the RAF: she’s a great fucker.”