We finish showering, washing each other’s tired bodies. Snuggling in the blanket on the living-room floor, we listen to the music, taking in the night and finishing the drinks we’d started hours ago.
— S. C., California
SURPRISE PARTY
Make a Wish
As the date of my twenty-second birthday approached, I was looking forward to it, but I wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary. Little did I know that was exactly what was in store for me. The night before my birthday, my boyfriend called me. “Come on over,” he said. “Your birthday begins at 12 A.M. sharp, and we don’t want to waste any time.” He refused to tell me what was going on. He would only say that it would be a birthday I would never forget.
When I arrived at his house, I immediately noticed that mischievous smile on his face. “Happy birthday,” he whispered in my ear. “What are you going to wish for?” I thought I would try to shock him with my answer, so I replied, “Oh, I don’t know. How about one orgasm for each of my birthdays.” Without the slightest hesitation, my boyfriend replied, “Well, I think that can be arranged.” Then he handed me a package and said, “I think this will help make your wish come true.” I proceeded to open the box, and soon discovered that I was the proud owner of a beautiful, new, state-of-the-art vibrator! It was made of soft, flexible rubber, and the base of the phallus was filled with rotating multi-colored beads that-according to the owner’s manual-were designed to stimulate the G-spot like nothing else could. The most curious feature of my new toy, however, was the rabbit’s head that, when the shaft was inserted, tickled the clitoris. As my initial shock wore off (I was a vibrator virgin), I became highly aroused by this complex piece of equipment. I looked up at my boyfriend, and said, “What a lovely gift. Shall we give Mr. Rabbit a try?”
After we entered the bedroom, my boyfriend started to kiss me all over my face, neck, and ears. He started to nibble and suck on my earlobes, which he knows drives me absolutely wild. By the time he laid me down on the bed, I was pushing his face down toward my breasts, dying for him to lick and kiss my nipples. He slowly began to unbutton my blouse, but I was too impatient and ripped it off for him. “Suck my tits, please,” I whispered in his ear. As his tongue swirled around my nipple and flicked from one breast to the other, his hand traveled down to caress my inner thighs. By this time I was going wild and soon had the rest of my clothes off. When I reached out to take his clothes off, too, he stopped me. “Not yet,” he said with a smile. His tongue continued its workout, moving down my body to finally reach my soaking-wet pussy. I moaned with relief as he began to send me into delirium with short, even strokes. “Make me come!” I screamed out, unable to contain myself any longer.
He paused long enough to flash me a wicked grin, then began to give me a true tongue-lashing. As he expertly sucked and licked my clit, I started to buck my hips up to drive his tongue deeper into my pulsating cunt. Suddenly I let out a howl as waves of orgasm flashed through my body. Before the last contraction had even ended, my boyfriend had Mr. Rabbit fired up and ready to go. He inserted the huge rubber cock into my hungry box, and the strong electric vibrations immediately made me cry with pleasure. He pushed the device in farther, and I could feel the rotating beads pressing against my G-spot. I had never before experienced such a sensation, and I felt as if I were coming in buckets. The combination of the gyrating beads and the rabbit ears swirling over my clit was sending me into orgasm after orgasm, each one stronger than the last.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of endless orgasms, my boyfriend said to me, “It seems as though your birthday wish is about to come true after all.” I could only answer, “Not yet,” as I reached out to pull his completely hard cock out of his pants. I ran my tongue down the length of his shaft and flicked my tongue over his balls. He let out a soft moan, and I sucked him with gusto. I brought him to the brink, and felt his body tense with impending orgasm. Then he pulled away from me and said, “I’m going to make sure your twenty-second birthday is the one you will never forget.” He flipped me over onto all fours and entered me from behind. As I felt his steel rod slide into me, I gasped and started to grind against him. We were soon fucking like two wild animals, and just as I started to feel the most intense orgasm of the evening, his rock-hard cock exploded inside me, rocking my body with an earth-shattering finale.
We continued our escapade for many hours, and my birthday wish more than came true that night. In fact, I had over sixty orgasms that night, making me a golden girl! Needless to say, this birthday gift will keep on giving.
— S. A., California
Big Tippers
I’m a thirty-five-year-old divorcee. One afternoon a coworker and I had lunch at a very chic restaurant and were served by the most gorgeous waiter either of us had ever seen. We tried to get to know him better, but he was as cold as ice. It took a year of lunches for us to begin to break through, but he finally agreed to let us buy him dinner for his twenty-third birthday.
We thought he was really shy at heart, so we plotted to build up our birthday boy’s self-esteem. We sat him between us in a booth in the most elegant restaurant in town. Somehow, my girlfriend turned the conversation around to blowjobs while I nibbled provocatively on some berries and cream. We had promised to deliver him back to his apartment after dinner, and so we did. Not surprisingly, he invited us in.
The moment the door closed, we guided him right down onto the soft carpet and took turns licking down his stomach to his throbbing cock. Then we both took turns kissing and caressing our prize. I stared intently into his eyes, running my fingers over his chest, as my girlfriend’s red mane bobbed up and down on his engorged cock. He came without a sound.
He kissed us both shyly, then said he had to get dressed to work the night shift. We lay there, hot and wet but without complaint. The next time we had lunch at his restaurant, our waiter was as cold as ever! Why were we surprised? Oh well, the obsession goes on!
— H. L., California
Making My Mark
This is for all the men out there who dream about threesomes, especially the ones who will never get to experience one. But mainly, this is for my husband, Eddie. One of his fantasies is now a wonderful memory, and I hope he gets as excited while reading about it as he did while experiencing it for the first time.
A good friend of ours, Mark, and I set this up as a nice surprise for Eddie’s birthday. We started out with some beers and a porno movie, which we had never done before.
A few minutes into the video, Mark came over and sat right next to me on the couch. He casually unbuttoned my blouse and played with my boobs very slowly and gently. After thirty seconds of this, I was ready for anything. I reached over and tickled his member through his jeans. It immediately jumped up. We continued this for a few minutes, then slowly undressed each other.
Mark started sucking my right nipple and fingering “Hilda”-my pussy-which was by that time real wet. Eddie decided to join in on the fun and started sucking my left nipple. I reached over and played with his already enlarged toy. All this went on while I alternated kissing one, then the other. This was heaven on earth. Shortly thereafter, Mark moved between my legs. His tongue went in and out of my pussy while he tickled the insides of my thighs with his fingertips. All this time Eddie was still sucking and licking my nipples. What a wonderful feeling!