“What do you want for your birthday?” Amelie asked me.
I looked up from my laptop and frowned. “That’s a good question. And a really annoying one. Because I have absolutely no idea.”
“It won’t be long now, Lena. Only three more weeks. I have a few ideas, but I still lack the one big gift that makes you really happy.” She nudged my foot with hers. “You must have a special wish, right? “
“May I think about it until tomorrow?” I asked.
Amelie pressed a big kiss on my cheek. “I’ll even give you time until the day after tomorrow. But then I have to know.” She switched off the TV and stood up. “Do you want to go to bed too?”
“I’ll sit for a few more minutes. Just to finish reading the story. Then I’ll go too.”
She went out of the room. I heard the bathroom door, then the sound of water. What should I wish for my birthday? A coupon? A romantic dinner with her? A tour? I sighed and closed the laptop. It was time to go to bed.
When I crawled under the covers to Amelie, she immediately put her arms around me and her head on my chest. “I was almost afraid that you were angry with me.”
“Why should I be angry with you?” I stroked her head.
“Because I asked you what you want for your birthday.” She snuggled closer to me. “Did you think of something in the meantime?”
“I have no idea what I want.”
“Isn’t there anything you want? A new wristwatch? A book? An e-book reader? A unicorn?”
I nudged her in the side. “A unicorn, of course, Amelie. And preferably also a second one so that the first one isn’t so lonely.”
She smiled. “Or is there any wish I can fulfill in bed for you? A secret passion that we haven’t talked about in all the months? Do you want to try something? Should I wear a unicorn costume the next time I take you with the strap-on?”
We giggled and then lay silent. I listened to Amelie’s calming breath, felt her warm body in my arms, and thought.
“Hey, Amelie?” I whispered.
She lifted her head from my chest. “Hmm?”
“There is actually something I would like to try.”
Amelie slid a little higher and put her cheek against mine. “In bed?”
“Yes.” I turned my head and kissed her. “I would like to feel your whole hand inside me.”
Amelie was silent for a moment. Then she asked, “You mean you want me to fist you?” She looked at me curiously. “Do you think that will work?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Your hand isn’t very big and you know that I can manage quite well with our larger dildos. So why shouldn’t your hand fit into my pussy? Of course, you would have to feel your way inside me very slowly. First one finger, then two, then three … “
All of a sudden Amelie kissed me, demanding and hard. “When you say such things, you make me want more.” She climbed half on top of me. Her hand went over my breasts, my belly, further down, between my legs. “One finger,” she whispered in my ear. “How does that feel?”
I felt the said finger enter me. “You know exactly how it feels.” My mouth searched for hers, my tongue opened her lips. With one hand I grabbed her right breast, kneaded it gently, felt her hard nipple between my fingertips. “It makes you want more …” My free hand slid between her thighs. I put two fingers between her labia and pressed gently until the tips of my fingers slid into her. Amelie was wonderfully warm and wet. “Two fingers. How does that feel?”
She sighed softly as she rubbed against my palm. “Are you sure you want to play like this now?”
“Honey, we should basically always play.” I pulled my fingers out between her legs. “Do you know what I want?” Slowly I licked my fingertips. She was watching me with shiny eyes. “I want you to lie down now and spread your legs. Because I have an urgent need to bury my face between your thighs.
“I’m not going to be told that twice.” Giggling, Amelie sank down on the bed next to me.
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“Good morning, birthday girl.” Amelie nibbled my ear gently. “It’s time to wake up.” Her lips moved slowly over my neck, over my collarbone.
I stretched, grabbed her head and pulled it back up to me before she could reach my chest. “Kiss me.”
Amelie grinned down at me. Then she pressed her mouth to mine and gave me a big kiss. “Would you like your breakfast first or your surprise?”
“Is there a surprise?” I sat up. “What is it?”
She gently pushed me down. “Lena, if I tell you, it’s no surprise. Wait a minute.” Amelie disappeared into the hallway. I heard a clank in the kitchen. Shortly afterwards she came back to the bedroom with a fully loaded tray. “First there is breakfast in bed, and then you can unwrap your presents.”
After Amelie unfolded the supports of the tray, she put it over my legs. Then she crawled back into bed with me. I looked at croissants, jam, orange juice and milk coffee. “It looks wonderful. Thank you, my love. Thank you very much.” She held her cheek out to me and I kissed it. “And where are my presents?”
Amelie laughed. “The first part of the surprise is that we shower together after breakfast and I scrub your back until you purr. Maybe we can combine that with an extensive round of teeth brushing.” She leaned forward and kissed my breasts. “And then who knows…”
No sooner had we finished breakfast than she took my hand and pulled me to my feet. On the way to the bathroom we kissed again and again, stroking each other.
We showered together. As the warm water ran over our bodies, she nestled against my back, grinding herself against me. I teased her with my fingers and tongue, massaged her gorgeous full breasts and kneaded her ample bottom. In short: it was the most beautiful birthday shower I’d ever had.
When I wanted to get dressed in the bedroom, Amelie quickly took my clothes away. “Hey,” I said. “What’s that about?”
She grinned mischievously at me. “I turned up the heating. You don’t need anything to wear.”
“Oh, are we going back to bed?” I dropped onto the mattress. “Will my birthday be celebrated in the bedroom this year? Not a bad idea at all.”
Amelie placed a large gift bag next to me. “Here.”
Curiously I opened the bag and pulled out a ton of crumpled paper. At the bottom I found a small cardboard box. “What’s that?” I asked, turning the box over. “Oh, a Kindle!”
“So that you can remember where you are in your book when I spontaneously seduce you again.” Amelie wrapped her arms around me. “All the best, my beautiful.”
“This is a wonderful gift. Thank you very much.” I pressed a big kiss on her forehead.
“But that’s not all.” She smiled. “Do you know what’s missing?” Amelie’s hand gently rubbed my bare chest, stroking my ribs. “Birthday sex.” She kissed my mouth, caressed my flanks. “Wonderful, thorough birthday sex. And lots of kisses all over your body.”
Amelie let go of me. She opened the drawer of her bedside table and brought out another present: a big dildo around which she had tied a red satin bow.
“Laughing, I put my hand over my mouth. “Oh, Amelie. I hope we take off the bow before we use it.”
She wiggled her eyebrows. “I thought we could leave it on for a little extra friction.” Then she handed me the toy. “It is your birthday present. I’m definitely not going to unwrap it for you. But if you want, we can test it on you right away… “
I loosened the bow with a big grin. The dildo was huge and heavy, solid, made of the best silicone. I stroked the suction cup. “Does it fit in our harness?”
“Of course, it fits in our harness. I basically no longer buy a dildo that doesn’t fit in our strap-on harness. Even if it looks so beautiful.” Amelie kissed my cheek. “And above all, it holds nicely in my hand. For me it looks almost too big. But I thought it was just right for you. I know how much you like big things.”
I pulled Amelie to me, kissed her deeply. “Thanks a lot. These birthday presents are absolutely awesome. You are absolutely awesome!”
“Should we try it out now?” Amelie grinned at me. “I want to see you go mad while I fuck you with the new toy.”
My cheeks glowed red, like every time Amelie talked so dirty.
“We’ll start with two fingers.”
Amelie’s fingers slowly slid into me. “Hello,” she said with a smile. “Someone’s aroused.”
I purred and tried to spread my legs even further. She gently moved her fingers in and out of me. “Do you like that? Show me how much you like it!”
Slowly I let a hand slide down my body, caressed myself delightfully. I put two fingers on my clit and began to rub gently. “I really like it…”
“I want you to take your fingers off there and sit back and relax. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Amelie pulled her fingers out of my pussy, leaned forward, kissed my pelvis and nibbled my skin gently. Then she spread some lube on her fingers and pushed them back into me.
The sudden cold made me shiver.
She laughed softly. “If you want the big toy right from the start, then we should make you a little wetter beforehand. It’s supposed to be pleasant, isn’t it?” Amelie’s hand moved faster, turning her fingers a little. Her other hand stroked my tits, my throat. She kissed me, shoved her tongue into my mouth. And penetrated me with a third finger.
I clung to the bed sheet with both hands.
“It’s not too much, is it?” She grinned. “After all, didn’t you say the other day that you’d like to have my whole hand in you?” She pulled her fingers out of me and grabbed the new toy. “Quite big. But I think that after the good preparatory work we can get it into you nice and easy ”
I grabbed her arm and pulled Amelie up to me. My hands found her breasts. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, licked her collarbone. I tried to get a hand between her legs, but she moved aside.
“First it’s your turn, birthday girl.” Amelie pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. “Put your feet down.”
I pulled my knees up and raised my pelvis as she pushed a pillow under my butt. Then I watched her slowly spread lube on the big new toy. The dildo looked really huge in her slender fingers.
“It’s really massive.”
“Oh, it’ll be fine.” She grinned at me, “If need be, I just have to push a little harder.”
She started rubbing my clit. Her fingers slid back into me, two or three, I couldn’t tell. I was too worked up. Again, I felt cold between my legs. This time it was the dildo she gently rubbed up and down between my lips. My body tingled with arousal.
Agonizingly slowly, Amelie brought the toy into position. She seemed to pause for a moment to savour my excitement. Then she gently pressed the tip against me.
My pelvis inevitably twitched as the cool silicone entered me. I gasped. Amelie slowly pulled back the dildo, then pushed a little deeper into me. I felt myself filled out with each of their movements. She pushed deeper, pulled and pushed. The dildo stretched me relentlessly. My hand slid between my legs again.
This time Amelie allowed it. I rubbed my clit as she fucked me faster and harder. “Do you like it?” she asked.
“Of course,” I managed to say. “But not as much as I like you. However, as a combination you two are unbeatable.”
After a few more thrusts, she abruptly pulled the toy out of me and set it aside.
“Hey,” I said, half disappointed. “No warning? It felt so good… “
Amelie’s grin widened. “I have a much better surprise for you.” She got up, reached into her nightstand again and took out a small box.
“What’s this? Another gift?” I lay a little confused on the bed, legs apart and my buttocks on a pillow.
“Of course.” Amelie sank back onto the mattress and immediately buried her face between my thighs. Her tongue danced over my clit. But as soon as she started, she stopped.
“You’re pretty mean today, Amelie.”
“You have no idea how nasty I’ll be in a minute.” She reached for the box and got something out of it. A shiny black latex glove.
“What is that for?” I asked irritated.
“Well … do you remember what you wished for?” Her eyes lit up. “You wanted to feel my hand in you. And I thought I fulfill your wish. After all, today is your birthday.”
I looked at my girlfriend with wide eyes. “You really want to try out if you can fist me?”
“Of course, I want that.” She put on the latex glove and spread a generous amount of lubricant on it. “And with this pretty accessory, my fingers should slide in much more easily.”
Once more she shoved two fingers into me, turning them back and forth. “You have to relax a little more.”
“It just feels like this is a doctor’s exam,” I complained.
“Close your eyes.” Her fingers moved, sliding over my clit, back into me.
“Okay,” I muttered. “It feels more slippery than usual, and somehow very pleasant.”
Amelie’s fingers glided into my pussy. “Two,” she said softly. She pulled out, then pressed her fingers against me again. This time I felt a little more pressure. “Three.”
My body no longer seemed to offer resistance to her. The slippery latex was perfect for this. Her free hand stroked my stomach, found my breast, gave my nipple a little pinch. Then, all of a sudden, I felt her turn her hand.
“Shall we see if we can get four fingers in you?” Her fingers moved inside me, turning, changing their position. I felt a pleasant pressure, a titillating traction. My body pushed against her hand. Amelie laughed. “You’re pretty hungry. If I’m not careful, my fingers are inside you right up to my knuckles.” She moved her fingers back and forth again, finally pulling them completely out of me. She rubbed my clitoris, then slid a little deeper and thrust vigorously into me.
I gasped. “What was that?”
“Up to the knuckles,” she purred. “Four fingers. Now all we have to do is get my thumb in and then we’re almost there.”
I nodded and closed my eyes. My fingers found my clit. I gently stroked over it, concentrating on the feeling of Amelie’s fingers inside me.
She moved her fingers back and forth. “If you could see what I see, you would probably cum on the spot.” Amelie kissed my hand. “Who would have thought that the spectacle would make me so horny.”
“And you don’t even have your whole fist in me yet.”
A brief sharp pain made me flinch.
“My thumb is probably still too much for you. Relax and kiss me.” Amelie pulled her fingers out. She leaned over me and gave me a long, demanding kiss.
I put a hand on her pussy. She moaned in my mouth. Then she slid up and pressed her breasts into my face. I greedily began to suck on her nipples. My fingers rubbed between her legs. I felt how wet the first attempt at fisting had made her. “Good to know you are soaking wet too,” I whispered.
She smiled and kissed me again. Her latex glove slid up and down between my labia and made a wet sound. One of her fingers entered me with an almost squishing noise. As we kissed, her second finger slid into me. Her tongue was piercing my mouth. She no longer kissed me like my tender, dear Amelie. Instead, she was wild, crazy, changed. I liked it.
When she fucked me with three fingers, I moaned loudly. She slid down on me, brushing her teeth over the sensitive skin of my nipples. Then she bit my shoulder, sucked on my skin, squeezed and kneaded my right breast, rolled my nipple between her fingers. My pelvis rose, pressed against her hand.
“Four fingers,” I heard her voice, somewhere on my belly button. She let her gloved, wet fingers slide over my clit. She rubbed it in circles, infinitely slowly and with gentle pressure.
I clutched the mattress as her movements became faster and faster, closed my eyes and opened my mouth, unable to speak.
Abruptly she pushed her fingers back in my pussy. Her other hand rubbed my clit. I briefly felt a firm, uncomfortable pressure.
Then Amelie said in surprise: “Oh! That was fast.”
The pressure gave way to an extremely pleasant feeling of being filled out. I looked down.
Amelie knelt between my legs and stopped moving. Her face glowed with excitement. “My whole hand is in you, Lena. All the way. How does it feel?”
“Absolutely wicked and badass.”
“Enjoyable?”
“Oh, hell yes.” I gently moved my pelvis back and forth. Amelie’s hand seemed to fill every little corner of my vagina. “Damn, that feels sensational. What does it look like? “
“Also, damn sensational.” Amelie moved her arm carefully. “Above all, you look scorching hot.”
I circled my pelvis around a little and enjoyed the feeling of her hand in me. When I found the best angle, I paused.
Amelie seemed to understand me blindly and began to slowly fuck me. She stretched my pussy when she pulled out of me a little. She turned her hand slightly and pushed back inside.
I groaned and started rubbing my clit. Her fist moved in me, slowly and carefully at first. Her breasts wobbled gently with each stroke.
“Kiss me,” I asked hoarsely.
With a grin, Amelie leaned forward. Her lips cupped my clit, her tongue licked and circled.
“Not this kind of kiss,” I said.
Her laugh tickled me. She moved her arm faster, stronger, harder.
“Oh, damn it, Amelie!” Desperate, I pushed her head down, her mouth against me. I heard the slippery rubbing of the latex glove, felt her soft breasts against my leg, and her fist big and deep in me.
Amelie partially pulled her hand out of me, then pushed into me again. She fucked me in a relentless rhythm.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
She turned her wrist, just a little bit. But it was this little bit that made my whole body shiver. My pussy twitched; my muscles clenched around her hand. I made a loud sound that was half moan and half scream.
Amelie raised her head and looked at me. She kept moving her hand, penetrating me deeper than before.
And then I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time. It rose in me, somewhere between the second and third orgasm. I had no way of stopping it. Some liquid spurted out of me, ran over Amelie’s forearm, formed a wet spot on the bed sheet.
“My little squirter,” Amelie said with something like pride in her voice. “You sprayed on the bed sheet, and on my forearm.”
I lay there breathing heavily as she slowly pulled her hand out of me. When she finally kissed my clitoris again, I winced. She giggled as she wrapped the glove in a cloth and threw it on the floor. “Are you done or do you want more?”
“I just want to cuddle now,” I muttered. “I’ll make the bed later.” Then I slid a bit away from the wet spot.
Amelie wrapped her arms around me and nestled her face against my back. Then she pulled her blanket over us. “How lucky it’s your birthday today. Otherwise I would ask you to change the sheets now.”
“That was the best birthday I’ve ever had.” I lifted her hand to my face and kissed each of her fingers gently. “You are the best girlfriend in the world.”
