The six-month anniversary of a new relationship has and always will be a cause for celebration. While many couples might buy each other gifts or post cheesy Insta captions that make all their followers regret being literate, our plan was quite simple: to have six orgasms in one sitting. Due to one of the worst evolutionary features ever, the male refractory period, I was limited to only one. Luckily for my partner, this meant she would have five. While in the later months of our relationship we would easily surpass this number nearly every time we had sex, at that point making her cum five times was a daunting task, but an exciting one at that.
It started as it did most weekends, with our driving to my house one night after finishing all our homework. One twenty-minute drive filled with seuxal energy later, we had arrived. Being horny teenagers, the first thing we did upon entering the house was make a mad dash to the bedroom. We knew what we were there for, and we both wanted it bad. She jumped on the bed, her dark curls bouncing on her chest. I’ve always been super turned on by long, dark, curly hair, so naturally, it was the first thing I reached for as I sat down next to her. I ran my fingers up through her hair and gently caressed her scalp, giving a slight tug as I pulled my hand away. Her neck arched back and she let out a soft sigh as she turned to face me, her bright eyes brimming with excitement. I put a gentle hand to her cheek, tracing my fingers down her jaw. I rested a finger on her lower lip, pulling it down ever so slightly. She opened her mouth as an invitation for my finger. I tilted my finger up as if to enter, but then I continued tracing my way down her chin and neck. I looked up for a brief second, meeting her eyes, then slowly shifted my gaze back to where my finger rested on her chest. With her low-cut shirt on, the tops of her breasts were very much visible. My mouth watered and I felt myself start to grow hard. I looked back up at her face, and smiled.
“You look good,” I whispered. “But you know what would look even better?” She gave me a questioning look.
“What?”
“This,” I grabbed the bottom of her shirt with both hands. In one fluid motion, I yanked it off over her head, eliciting a sharp gasp as her arms flew up in the air. I tossed it to the side, and we locked eyes once more. I placed a hand on the center of her chest, then gave a slight shove. She waved her arms as she fell dramatically onto her back, fake shock displayed on her face; however, she could not stop the corners of her mouth from curling up as she tried to keep her lips separated. When she realized how ridiculous her expression was, she promptly burst into laughter. I laughed with her, taking the moment in.
I leaned forward towards her face, her neck extending as her lips came to meet mine. I felt the warm, soft contact of her lips for a brief moment before pushing her head to the side, covering her neck with gentle kisses. My lips made their way down to the center of her chest as I felt her breasts press into my cheeks. When my lips reached her belly, she let out a small shake. I always forgot she had that one ticklish spot. I kept my lips on her stomach while I looked up at her face once more. She gave me a soft smile. I unbuckled her belt and unzipped her pants, grabbing the side of her jeans with my hands. I curled my fingers under her panties. This time, she knew what was coming. She lifted her butt up and arched her back as I ripped her pants off, taking her panties and socks with them. I looked down at her naked body on display. Beautiful. I placed a hand on the inside of her leg and very slowly traced my way up her thigh. I noticed a slight quiver as I came to rest at the edge of her vulva. I brushed my fingers gently across the lips of her outer labia, then started again on the other thigh. By the time I reached her vulva once more, her legs had started to tremble. I separated the lips of her labia, resting my fingers in between them. A familiar wetness coated my fingers as she spread her legs: an invitation. I looked at her eyes, taking in their vivid green glow. Who could resist that?
“P-please…” She whispered, her eyes betraying a sort of desperation.
“Please, what?” I teased, maintaining eye contact.
“Ple-” Her sentence was replaced by a loud gasp as two of my fingers entered her wet pussy. I held them still inside her for a brief second, then started slowly making the “come here” motion with them, hitting her g-spot and eliciting the first moan of the night. Her eyes rolled back and she gripped the sheets with her hands.
“I knew you wanted me,” I joked, lowering my head towards her clit as her all-too-familiar scent entered my nose.
“Yes,” she replied softly. I quickly yanked my fingers out of her and lifted my head. She looked back at me, confused, her mouth open.
“Yes…?” I said, a hint of mock disappointment in my voice. Her eyes shifted back and forth between mine as she paused, calculating.
“Yes, daddy.”
“There we go.” My fingers slid inside her even more easily this time, and once again she let out a sharp gasp. As I found the g-spot once more, with my other hand I placed three fingers on the side of her now-engorged clit. I rubbed my fingers gently across it, and was rewarded with a soft moan. Clearly, there was no need to go too slow. I started rubbing her clit in a circular motion, while my two fingers inside her moved to a steady rhythm– like a drum beating. With every beat my fingers pushed on her g-spot, and with it I imagined a pulse of pleasure radiating through her body. The lights flickered and I could hear the low hum of the fan in the distant background. I increased the speed of my fingers on her clit even more and looked up at her. Her mouth was slightly open and her chest was rising and falling at a fast pace. Her eyes opened and closed in a slow, irregular pattern. My fingers rubbed her clit, while the fingers on the other hand continued to push against her g-spot. I focused on my own body- the deep breath in my lungs, the feeling of my dick throbbing with blood, wanting, needing more. But I knew how to be patient. She let out another moan, bringing my attention back to her.
“You like that?” I asked. At least this time, she knew what to say.
“Yes, daddy.” Her mouth opened more as her chest rose and fell at an even faster pace, her breathing shallow. Her eyes opened wide as her legs continued to tremble.
“Oh, you’re gonna make me cum,” she said between gasps. My arm shook as my fingers rubbed her clit even faster. I took a deep breath and focused. My fingers inside her pushing on her g-spot. My fingers on the outside rubbing her clit. I could feel her legs shaking. My fingers inside her pushing on her g-spot. My fingers- now! a voice in my head instinctively told me. In just enough time, I took my fingers out of her pussy and off her clit as she arched her back and started convulsing. Her body shook, her muscles tensing and then relaxing. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her body against mine, brushing her ear with my lips.
“Good girl,” I whispered as her whole body continued to shake. At first she shook rapidly and intensely, but then she started to slow. I took the opportunity to press my lips against hers. Fire coursed through my veins as her soft, warm lips connected with mine. I cupped her face with my hands, our mouths moving perfectly in-sync like ballroom dancers. When I noticed her breathing return to normal, I gently pulled away. Her smile displayed her satisfaction as she slowly opened her eyes. Her face was flushed bright red. Abruptly, she sat up, with a look of intent on her face that was only slightly concerning. She shoved me backwards and I felt my head slam into the soft pillow as she rolled herself in between my legs. She looked up at me, grinning. She unbuttoned my pants with that same look of intent from before, so I quickly took my shirt off and helped her remove the rest of my clothing to make sure she got her way.
She licked her lips as she greedily looked down between my legs. Oh, right. I remembered. I have a dick. I’d always felt insecure about my penis, a sentiment shared by many men. In porn, it’s hard to find a guy who doesn’t have a circumcised eight incher. In real life, it’s hard to find one who does. All thoughts left my mind the instant I felt her hand wrap around my now-fully-erect dick.
“You’re so hard right now,” she let out a sigh as my cock throbbed in between her gentle fingers. She kept her eyes locked on mine as she lowered her mouth to the base of my shaft. She licked her way to the top, letting spit dribble out of her mouth as she covered my dick with her makeshift lube. Then, she put both her hands on my cock and started stroking. My body erupted with pleasure as a warm sensation spread throughout me. I noticed my own breath had begun to shallow. Her wrists twisted as both her hands moved up and down my cock. A gentle, hot feeling engulfed the head of my dick as she took me in her mouth, moving her head up and down to the rhythm of her hands. Her lips explored further down my dick as she started sucking me harder and faster, her hands and mouth covering the entire shaft. The world went black as my eyes rolled back in my head. My heart pounded in my chest, pleasure coursing through my body. She took one hand and pressed her fingers below my balls and I felt a sudden pressure in the base of my shaft. I heard her breathing sharply as she continued to suck my cock like her life depended on it. The pressure built in my shaft as my hands tightly gripped the sheets. She murmured something, her voice far away. The pleasure threatened to overwhelm me. The pressure reached the tip of my dick and my pelvic muscles began to contract, my hips suddenly jerking upwards. Pleasure flooded my brain as I felt myself grow nearer and nearer to orgasm.
“Stop!” I lifted my hand up, and her touch slipped away. I lay there, eyes closed, and took a deep breath. I opened my eyes to her face in front of mine, her green eyes glowing with satisfaction. She had a smug smile on her face.
“Fuck, you’re good,” I exhaled as her smile grew. She clearly felt good about herself. And I wasn’t about to take that away from her, either. I opened my arms and as she collapsed into me, I rolled her on her back. I could feel her gaze on my neck as I stood up and rummaged through the top dresser drawer. After working my way through some necklaces and usb cords, I found what I was looking for. I pulled out one of the greatest inventions since the stone age: A sleek black vibrator. It had a bunch of features and five different speeds, but we never made it past the third one. With the press of a button, it came to life with a low hum. Her face shone with excitement and anticipation, but as she looked down to my hand, her eyes flashed with fear. My hand was trembling slightly- just from holding the vibrator, and this was its lowest setting. I’d be a little afraid too. I lay down next to her and placed a hand on her pelvis. I felt her relax. I spread her labia with my fingers and found the distinct bulb-like shape of the clitoris. I lowered the vibrator to the bulb, which made her inhale sharply. I ensured I had a good grip, and then I turned to watch the show. Her eyes closed as the vibrations spread throughout her clit. She let out a gentle moan. I smiled. I pressed the button again, the humming growing louder and she briefly opened her eyes.
“Fuck,” she exhaled. After less than half a minute, I heard her breathing get shallow once more. Another half minute, and I felt the familiar tremor in her upper thigh. I pushed the vibrator down against her, her body beginning to shake as the pleasure took over.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, shoving her face into the pillow and squeezing it as hard as she could. Her rapid breaths echoed in my ears and I increased the speed once more. The third setting always got her.
“Oh, fuck!” She yelled. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
My hand shook as I tried to keep the vibrator centered on her clit. I loved to see her like this: her curly hair spread out on the pillow, every inch of her face displaying pleasure as she clenched her fingers so hard they turned white.
“Oh. My. Goddddd.” She moaned even louder as her body shook harder and faster, her hips moving up and down.
“Louder,” I commanded, grabbing her throat with my available hand, slightly compressing her arteries. I leaned forward and her hot breath covered my face, her lungs working overtime.
“HOLY FUCK!” She screamed as her body convulsed once more, her hips thrusting as high up as her back would allow them to go. I threw the vibrator on the ground, watching as she lost all control of her muscles. I felt the sweat on the sides of her neck and I pulled my hand away. Her body trembled as her legs continued to shake from the intensity of the orgasm. Her hips arched in the air. Her eyes open wide. Her clit was always super sensitive for a few minutes until her orgasm subsided, but I had a few tricks up my sleeve. As she continued to shake, I stabilized her hips with one hand, then with the other I inserted three fingers deep inside her pussy. I felt her familiar wetness as I beckoned my fingers towards her belly from inside her once more.
“Oh, shit.” The words barely escaped her mouth as she gasped for air. This time, I set a faster rhythm with my fingers, making sure to press harder against the g-spot. Between the faster pace, the extra finger, and the fact that she was still orgasming, I knew it wouldn’t be long before she had another. I took a glance at the blank wall behind us, it’s lovely off-white in contrast with the red bed sheets. I pushed my hand down on her lower belly to further increase the pressure inside her. For the third time that night, her body convulsed, but this time with an intensity I’d never seen before. She arched her back in the air as if suspended from a rope, then her hips slammed down to the bed with a thud. I gave her the other pillow and she quickly bit down on it, her jaw clenching. Her hands pressed deep into the sheets as all the muscles in her legs contracted at once. Her hips thrusted up into the air then fell back down once more. Her arms shook. Her breathing deep. I noticed her toes wiggling slightly and I smiled. She always hated her feet. I never knew why. To me, every part of her body was perfect. I glanced up at her. Her eyes were closed, a blank expression on her face. If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought she was dying or something like that. But her breathing indicated that she was doing just fine. It was still quite fast, but of course that was to be expected. I pulled out my phone and sent her a quick text- “Hey Siri, I fucked my girl so hard she had a seizure.” I knew she’d laugh when she saw that.
I sat next to her for what must have been minutes as her back arched and then relaxed, as her hands clenched and then unclenched, as her breath slowed down and became deeper and deeper until it was even with mine. She turned her head towards me; I met her gaze. We grinned at each other, refusing to break the silence. She did first.
“That was amazing,” she laughed. “I could hardly even- just wow. How do you do that?”
“Magic.” I lifted both hands in the air and wiggled my fingers.
“Magic,” she agreed, and opened her mouth as if to say more, but then closed it.
“What is it?” I asked, pulling her body into mine and running my fingers through her hair. She smirked.
“You realize all that…” She gestured around. “All that does is make me crave you more.” She raised her eyebrows. “Crave you inside me.”
“Oh, trust me, I know.” I let out a soft laugh. “We’re just getting started.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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