Under normal circumstances, I can be guaranteed a huge party, since my birthday is January 1st. Not this year, obviously, since everyone is supposed to stay home. Living on the outskirts of what is already a very small village means almost total isolation.
But that doesn’t mean a girl can’t have some fun.
My birthday ‘party’ was me, mum, dad, and Ali. Oh it was lovely, and all, but not the heaving mosh pit of dancing and booze I am used to. (And groping.....ever been fingered on a dance floor by two total strangers? Trust me....it’s worth it.)
But I could hardly expect that from my parents and my sister...well...maybe from my sister, but that didn’t happen either. What DID happen was a very odd feeling. As the evening progressed towards midnight, I found myself feeling unusually horny. By that I mean I wasn’t specifically trying to become aroused, neither was anything happening around me to cause me to become horny, but there it was...that unmistakable throbbing of my clit....that wetness making my panties slick and slippery between my legs.....that deep, internal feeling that only girls will know, when our vaginas lengthen and widen in anticipation of receiving a dick. My little boobs were like bullets, and I felt absolutely raunchy. Oh, for sure I would be masturbating tonight. The only question was just how dirty would it be?
Well, mum would answer that a little later. Meanwhile, at midnight, there were hugs and kisses all round and then my birthday presents. I got the most gorgeous dress from Ali. She had obviously had it made to measure, and the material was superb. It will serve as a close second to the LBD, and oh dear, what a shame, I can’t wear any undies with it. You bad girl Alison! Dad gave me a gold Rolex, and mum led me to the garage where I found my car gone, and a very nice convertible Mercedes with a huge bow around it in its place. (Hmm...I wonder if mum and dad will fuck over that as they did with my old car?)
Mum took me aside and said, “There’s another present on your bed.” A little after 1:30, when I finally squished my way upstairs, I found a box on my bed, it was gift wrapped and tied with a ribbon. The card said, “Just use your imagination. Love, mum.” Inside was....I think it’s called a “Rabbit”. At least, what I was holding looked similar to rampant rabbits I’ve seen in adverts, although the ‘ears’ on this one were much longer,
It felt heavy in my hand and a little pressing of buttons led me to discover it buzzes....of course, but also rotates and thrusts. Either or both.
My panties were off in a second, and I almost came way too quickly with it on its lowest setting just to one side of my clit! Pushing it up inside was delicious! Just the right amount of stretch and then....those damned ears touched my clit and I had to fight off another cum.
I quickly discovered that turning it over didn’t help either since now, those fucking ears tried to get up my arse! Whoever designed this knew exactly what a girl likes! Even turning it sideways, so the ears pressed on my bum cheeks didn’t help, because then it felt like a dick trying to get into me, and ‘almost’ can be really, really horny.
Reluctantly, I put it down, and went to my bathroom and got two large bath towels. For some reason, I had pulled my undies back on...weird....well..maybe not for me. I felt the cold wetness against me and it made me take a deep breath. Maybe the cotton would absorb the vibrations enough for me to get a nice fantasy going before I cum.
Lying on the towels which I had placed on the bed, I took a few deep breaths to Centre myself, and switched I on again. The moment I pulled my panties aside, I knew this would feel like a quick fuck. Miss Brain provided the rest. “You’re on a dance floor of a club. It’s the last slow dance of the night and the floor is rammed. He is behind you and has lifted your dress and pulled your panties aside. He’s going to fuck you right there on the dance floor...and his girlfriend is watching you with her hand between her legs.”
I eased the vibrator inside me and pressed the thrusting button once. Ohhh my God! What a feeling! I even held it with my hand under my leg rather than over it. I don’t know why. Maybe it felt more like ‘from behind’ for me. One thing I hadn’t managed well were those damned ears, they were pressing against my bum hole. A bum hole which was already wet with my juices. A slight relax,and as I pushed the vibrator deeper inside me, the ears slipped right inside my arse.
And what cleverly designed ears they were! Later I discovered that they aren’t just rabbit ears, there’s a whole damned rabbit. And the lumps and bumps slipping up my arse AND vibrating was just too much. The orgasm came like.....like.....well, you know that rush of air that precedes a subway train arriving at a station? Well it was like that. I heard the roar of the train coming down the tunnel, felt the rush of air and then..........fucking hell.....THEN.
WITHOUT DOUBT THE BIGGEST ORGASM EVER. And it just wouldn’t stop. The rabbit and it’s ears vibrated up my arse, the main vibrator was happily fucking me and everything had the most glorious buzzing going on! The cum just kept cumming, and when Miss Brain tapped me on the shoulder to inform me that, any second, I was going to pee my panties, well, that merely gave a second wave to it all.
I did piss....deliberately so...and revelled in that gorgeous, naughty, sexy feeling.
How long was it before I pulled that heavenly device out of my cunt and arse? I don’t know. Who cares? As I lay there, covered in sweat, pee and cum, I noticed a note in the vibrator box. Again in mum’s handwriting it said “This is for those raunchy days. On the upside, it will give a girl everything she can imagine. On the downside, it is a bit noisy...and may well make you a bit noisy. Look in your night stand.”
And there in my night stand was a Lelo vibrator. Beautifully designed, and almost totally silent. Well, the vibrator might be totally silent, whether I will be while I use it is another matter!
I cleaned up by the simple expedient of standing, fully clothed in the shower. I washed my rabbit thoroughly....I’m told yesterday infections can follow if you don’t clean these things, and then took my other one to bed.
The Lelo I clearly a masterpiece and high quality. Touch controlled, (no buttons) and good for use vaginally, clitoral ly or anally, this little handful of fun is.....is.....more subtle. More genteel. But don’t think for a moment it doesn’t do the job. Despite its sculptural appearance, holy shit is it effective.
I used it twice beforeI went to sleep. Once in my cunt, and once just on my clit. I came much quicker with it on my clit, but something in me tells me I need to NOT do it there too often. I don’t want my little sex bean to become desensitised. I always want to be able to get off using just my fingers....or someone else’s!
This morning....New Years Day, mum got me alone and said, “So, you enjoyed my presents.” I realised this wasn’t a question. Oddly (for me) I felt myself blushing. “Er....yes....they were both....very.....effective.” Mum hugged me. “Yes, we know. We heard you cumming. In fact, it led to us having some fun of our own.”
Finally, I have something to fuck myself with until I get the real thing. Candles are ok, as is a banana, but these things......wow!
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