May 2023 – Audio Version

Jack broke the silence for two reasons. One: he wanted to ensure his surprise was on par with my birthday inclinations. Secondly, he was adorably excited about his arrangements, having gone to extensive lengths to secure them. I chuckled and nestled my head against his shoulder. Yes, he could divulge the secret.

An MFM. My Inner Goddess’ squeal was audible in the quiet room as Jack searched the recesses of my eyes for any glint of a negative thought. Although I had unsurprisingly overpacked in preparation for any possible treat Jack may have had in store for me, a birthday MFM was not entirely unexpected. Our previous encounters had been masterful successes, and we were united in our anticipation of another salacious juncture. I breathed a sigh of relief as I mentally jotted the various delicates tucked away in a spare closet for just such an occasion. 

The only question that remained was…who was the fortuitous gentleman? 

My Inner Goddess was strongly averse to knowing his identity, wishing for the coy trepidation of witnessing the mysterious gentleman walking through the door. However, my still timorous heart needed to know. Though, I am not quite sure why. All three gods who had graciously visited my bed were beyond courteous and sinfully skilled in their adoration. Perhaps I feared it might be a new companion, bringing with him the prerequisite necessity of fluttering my assets and the additional social charm required as I exchanged pleasantries with a new deity.  

“You really want to know?” There was a mischievous twinkle in Jack’s eyes.

“Yeah…I really do,” I responded with slight embarrassment. 

I trusted Jack’s choice. After all, the god was batting 3-0 with his choices. Who was I to complain? Nevertheless, it was better to hedge my bets. I nodded. Jack leaned close, his stubbled face tickling my cheek.

“Vulcan,” Jack virtually growled as he whispered the two-syllable name in my ear. 

Gods of Olympus! Jack was right to disclose our visitor! Though still a ways off, my Inner Goddess promptly prepared herself, rehearsing how to relax her abdominal muscles in order to thoroughly accommodate the ostentatious god. Memories generated tingles that darted hither and thither through my body, affecting my toes and causing them to curl and uncurl in my midnight velour slippers. Despite her original stance on knowing the information, my Inner Goddess was disposed to skip about in exalted satisfaction at the Vulcan’s resurgence. 

As the appointed hour drew near, my Inner Goddess could not contain herself. Expectant electricity made it impossible to sit still, and the growing ache at my apex was impossible to ignore. That, and the fact that I was garbed in my form-fitting eucalyptus green bodysuit and swathed in a gauzy rosé robe did nothing but antagonize my Inner Goddess. Capitulating to her base self, I lounged on the cool bed, a small bullet vibrator pinched between my fingers. I slipped the tip between the narrow lace and my moistening slit. I groaned in veritable happiness as the rumbling took over my senses. Sweet relief would soon be mine. 

Movement on my left caused my eye to open a sliver. Roguishness beamed from every chiseled flexure of his body as Jack sprawled beside me. Heavens, he loved my premature naughtiness. My succor deepened as his practiced hand fondled my hump of a breast. Lighter than a feather, his lips whispered over my elongated neck, his nose tickling the sensitive hairline at the nape of my head. Heavens, Jack was escalating the situation to a hazardous degree. I was cuming too quickly! Withdrawing the device to a safer edge of my slit, I tried to regulate my breathing and stabilize my palpitating heart, but to little avail. I really needed this! My body pouted at the delay.

A staunch knock on the door broke my libertine oneirism. My Inner Goddess squealed, clapping her hands! Soon, I would be caught between the bodies of two vigorous Olympians, the focus of their lust. I pulled the device completely away from my slit, panting as Jack sprung up to greet our guest. 

Their baritone voices wafted from the far room. I strained to overhear their conversation. Were they coming?!  Impatient, I returned the device and my now amplified need. I chuckled. Sexual denial was certainly not an attractive stimulant to my Inner Goddess. The gods would just have to assist me at their leisure. I had business to attend to! Chin resting on my left shoulder, eyesight shuttered, I reinstituted the tiny device. I muffled my moan as the device benevolently jumped to obey. 

The buzzing toy camouflaged the shuffling entry of the gods; only the fluctuation of a body prowling over the mattress betrayed their advance. I bit my lip too hard as I struggled to maintain control of my turgescent orgasm. I wanted to cum with them, not at them! My entire body curved upward, begging for their caress as two sets of eminent hands groped and fondled my bent legs while fingertips murmured over my exposed hips. Strong hands massaged my swollen bosom and rakishly brushed aside the delicate lace to unmask my impertinent nipples. 

Already tottering on the edge of reality, the stimulation was too much for my petite body. Dominated by the violent internal forces and persuasive coercion outside of my body, I writhed in exaltation. My back nearly levitated from the face of the mattress in a vaulted curve, and my extremities twitched as my body convulsed. Beams of orgasmic light shot from me, seeming to shower the dimly lit room in glittering brilliance as my screams overwhelmed the sultry tone warbling from the nightstand device. 

In due course, my soul drifted down to settle within the comfortable confines of my body. Still blind to my surroundings, I went boneless, with every muscle, nerve, and vein weakening until I dissolved into an absolute limp puddle. Heavens, I needed that!

Not fully recovered, I lay gasping between the Olympians. With the return of reality, my Inner Goddess giggled before I opened my eyes, and a blush stole across my cheeks at my brazen audacity. Internally, my Inner Goddess was feeling smugly self-satisfied. Nonetheless, like an appetizer, she had only begun to curb her compulsive appetite! The release had merely managed to smooth away the sharp pangs of need; my Inner Goddess remained as voracious as ever!

It was time to properly welcome My Love and the sterling Vulcan. Above me, the gentlemen were lightly conversing, allowing me the opportunity to recover my senses. It was my Inner Goddess’ turn to sulk. This was taking too long! She was ready to be ravished until she could do nothing more than laboriously fill her lungs with the oxygen required for my survival. I, on the other hand, was feeling shy at my exuberant outburst and was indeed grateful for the chance to catch my breath. 

Ever mindful, masculine hands flowed over my body in presumed harmony with the conversation. My Inner Goddess responded to the caresses with a quickening pulse, hoping their sensitive fingers detected the cue. My hip lept as a stalwart palm caressed over the angular bone and down the protruding bulge of my peeking buttock. Other hands moved northward to investigate and envelope the swell of my ample bosom. I shaded my vision, melting into the bliss of the experience. 

My mind wandered, indulging in the fanciful embodiment of the ocean goddess herself. Like the body of Amphitrite floating in her precious waves, my body dipped and rose, undulating and surging, under the gods’ ministrations. I was never still as currents raced underneath my porcelain skin. Muscles expanded and contracted while my breath spoke of the white caps of my need. Beneath the surface of my flesh, my emotions became a chaotic mixture of choppy waves. Like reflecting sunlight, the energy shifted around and through the tranquil boudoir. Trapped within, I could feel the storm gathering, the waves cresting higher and higher as the growing orgasmic thunderheads threatened to reach Olympus herself. Delicious panic whistled through me, heralding the climactic tempest so close to unleashing its full power on the recumbent gods resting on either side of me. 

It was time. My Inner Goddess would not bear to wait another throbbing second. I tried to remain serene as I disrobed. My fingers shook as they hastily removed the lace pasted to my trembling body, divulging my true state and my lack of a tranquil demeanor. I rolled my eyes at my Inner Goddess’ imprudence, but she cared little for my opinion as she garishly situated my body on all fours, presenting my derrière to Vulcan! The night was about carnal satisfaction and, apparently, in the most aggressive position. I silently breathed a prayer, hoping my disposition was not objectionable. 

Knees and elbows sunken into the luxurious foam, my fingers recklessly waved in the empty air as I impetuously reached for Jack’s bulging glory, but he was yet too far away from me. My Inner Goddess whined in impatience. Around me, the Olypians continued to shed their mortal garments.

Two thoughts crossed my mind at that point. Foremost was a bit of shame and mortification at my Inner Goddess. I was utterly nude and rather on display on all fours as I waited in the middle bed. What had gotten into her? Thank heaven birthdays only came once a year, or her unabashed greed could land us in great trouble! My Inner Goddess rebelliously wondered if Jack would consider our actions greedy. She gave a self-righteous smirk, confident she knew Jack’s mind on the matter. To me, she said,

“Birthdays might come once a year,” she cooed wickedly, “but tonight, we are going to cum over and over and over.”  

So saying, she pressed my rounded buttocks into the concave of Vulcan’s assured hips. I could feel the heat and strength of his glory against my cool skin, further whipping my senses into a superstorm. His palms gripped my waist, sending shivers trickling down the ladder of my spine. 

The devoted Vulcan positioned himself at my frothing curtains, the heft bearing between the slick satin folds. Consequently, the second thought whisked through my consciences. Could I once more take his capacious length and girth? Other than the bursting of my opaline pearl, there had been no preparation! No tongue had dined, and not a finger was coated in my essence. Would he fit?!?

Fingers, once reaching for Jack, retreated in fear of injuring him to mangle the bed linens on either side of my face. Demurely, I tucked my head, hiding my face and any consternation it might reveal. My cheek lay on the soft sheets, and I could see my breath ruffling the fabric just before me. I eased into the heft, adjusting my hips as he gingerly entered my sanctuary. The arch of my back dipped to an unnatural degree, and my fingers transformed to a painful white as the chivalrous Vulcan’s ponderance took his sublime time, stretching my cocoon to its limits. My groans assured the gods looking down on me that the torment was deliciously desirable.

Like the center of a hurricane, a calm rippled through my flesh and bones, penetrating to my core, my Inner Goddess at last jubilant at her victorious gain! Sliding downwards from my waist, Vulcan’s hands clenched on either side of my wide hips as he moved his magnificent form deeper into me. Each pulsating thrust held judicious patience as my sanctuary continued calibrating to his glory. Yet, evident in every propulsion, my Inner Goddess detected the thread of ruination possible from the Vulcan’s destructive skill. Gradually, my abdominal muscles slakened ever so slightly, suffering the great god to bury every inch within me, stirring the storm clouds into a renewed mania of passion. I lifted my chin, shoulder blades sharp under my nearly translucent skin, wings kissing the East and the West, and cried my delectation.

Jack pressed his entitled advantage, the tempting heat of his lean body fanning the blush of my cheeks. I settled my weight on my elbows, palms raised to rest on his athletic thighs. I could feel the outline of his bulging hamstring and taut adductors under my impressionable palms. Gods, he was fit and strapping. His stiff glory strained for attention just in reach of my moist lips. Of my own volition, I took him. 

No, I took both of the gods, and they took me. 

In perfect harmony, the three of us moved and shifted in a mirror image of the ocean, its currents and tides swirling as our bodies circulated and coursed about each other. One was not stronger than the other, one not more commanding or superseding the other. Groans, moans, and cries stirred the four walls, becoming synonymous with the crashing noise of the waves.

The dominating force in the twinkling night was the orgasm storming and charging through my veins. I was utterly powerless under the Olympians’ hypnotic forces. I roared with the wind; the lifeblood of my veins turned to foam in the climactic rage of the sea, and my muscles grew hysterical with the magnitude and energy of the assault. 

Through non-verbal and perhaps verbal cues, Jack and the Vulcan positioned and repositioned my form with virtuoso finesse. Like an overboard seaman, I scarcely kept my head above water, doing my utmost to return the attention due to each god, only to drown beneath the euphoria of my madness. I sustained the intrusive girth perforating my inner gate that made me shriek. I endured the monolith puncturing my throat, cutting off the flow of oxygen in barbarous bursts. 

Regardless, my Inner Goddess glowed like the Queen of Sheba. Every touch, every masculine adjustment left my buffeted body feeling adored and worshiped under the ministrations of the four massive hands. I felt ravishing and devilishly naughty all at the same time! The authority of the competent Olympians, the dazzling starlight, and the overpowering pelagic force were bewitchingly intoxicating. 

For nigh two hours, the gods worked their enchantment. Through narrowed slits, I marveled as I witnessed the toned physique: efficacious shoulders, slopping down to stout biceps, and sinewy forearms laced with prominent veins. Their hands, while gentle, were exacting as they mawed my heaving body. Naked, glistening pectoral muscles straining with their efforts poured down to their chiseled abdomens while resolute thighs held up these formidable gods. If not screaming at the crest of her orgasm, my Inner Goddess might have swooned at the sight of the two Olympian manifestations.

The luscious Vulcan lifted my petite form, stationing me on my back but twisting my hips and knees to my right, shoulders flat on the bedding. My Inner Goddess could barely contain herself, giggling and squealing in delight! This was a familiar position from just a few weeks before. Only this time, my Jack stationed himself at my head, angling his monolith at my mouth. Greedily, I swallowed his imperial granite as the spectacular Vulcan introduced his protuberance and lunged with velvety dexterity. Each pivotal thrust into my aching cocoon was full and driving, yet slow and impactful as he rearranged my insides. Meanwhile, Jack’s potent glory stirred, dilating in the depth of my throat. My eyes widened as my lungs struggled to draw air through my nostrils.

The impressive effect was staggering. My body snipped all tethers to the mortal plane, and unreachable, my brain soared in the stratosphere of another dimension. My Inner Goddess succumbed to the joint collaboration of the two Olympians vying for my satisfaction. 

The gods strove until they achieved ultimate victory in their endeavors. Their undertaking had been decisive and thorough. By the end, I was weak, dehydrated, and absolutely glowing. Jack’s ploy to memorialize my birthday had been an unmitigated triumph. Certainly one for my salacious halls of fame! 

The sheets were damp from the heat of their prestigious performance, and the pillows lay tossed about in crumpled disarray. Lightheaded, I surveyed the shambled confusion. My Inner Goddess was a useless starfish on her chaise, refusing to cooperate and aid in persuading my enervated body to the doorway. Desperate to uphold appropriate societal requirements and bid my birthday gift an indebted goodbye, I gathered every last vestige of strength to rise. My fingers were shaky with fatigue as I donned my discarded rosé robe, enveloping my aching body in its amatory caress. My legs were unsteady at best. 

While the Olympians refreshed and redressed, I stepped away to settle myself and nibbled the summer bing cherries on the dining room table. My tender throat savored the tart burst of juice from the ripe fruit. I shared the rich stone treat with the gods as they rejoined me in the outer room. As one, we took a deep breath and released it, each contemplating the unbelievable events of the past few hours—at least, I was. It was practically the only thing my weary mind could focus on. 

The illustrious Vulcan wrapped me in a bosom hug and shook Jack’s hand with firm alacrity. I stood grinning like a silly fool as he departed. Jack fastened the door behind him. The lock gave a faint click, securing the abode for the night. When Jack turned around, his face was a mirror image of my own. Giggling, I collapsed into his open arms. What. A. Gift.

I really should have removed the bedding and replaced it with fresh, cool cotton, but…the rigorous euphoria was quickly waning, replaced by the deep fog of sated fatigue. As it stands, I barely remember taking the 10 or 15 steps into the bedroom and snuggling into Jack’s embrace, my naked body nestled into the warmth of his heart. Gods, to think, this was just the beginning of my birthday weekend!

Until next time, XO. Elsie