Succubus: How I [M] Got Pushed Way Past My Limits by Crazy Woman [F]

I am older and boring but occasionally like to think back on my University adventures and really need to practice my writing ability (this counts as work, right?) So therefore, enjoy this old story about when I had less brains and more libido. This is the story of how I figured out that I actually DO have a hard limit of how many times I can get it up.

This story occurred not too long after I started graduate school I would have been about 23. Now I am a pretty average person, I would say my best feature is my eyes. I was a nerdy kid who was never in great shape. Now that I am older and married I am really out of shape. But there was a short period of time in graduate school when someone told me the best way to deal with stress and depression was to exercise. Therefore, I started running 10 miles at a time and going to the gym nightly. Needless to say, this had a distinct advantage on my sex life at the time.

The house I was staying at was a typical run-down student housing owned by an old army guy who was going back to engineering school. It was not the nicest place, I am pretty sure my parents kindly asked me what the fuck I was thinking when I moved it. Easy; it was cheap, I don’t think I got charged more than $400 a month for a big room. The other advantage was the owner of the house had a huge group of engineering friends, many of them quite attractive undergrad girls. The guy who lived in the basement was rumored to have a mind-blowingly large cock and it was kinda fun to see the parade of different women who came home with him from the bar.

This story is about one particular girl who it turned out lived just down the street from us, we shall name her Raven. She started sleeping with the guy who lives in the basement and therefore starts spending a lot of time hanging out in our living room. Raven was a short girl, couldn’t be over 5’2, with very large C or D cup boobs, nice straight dark brown hair, dark eyes and glasses. I dunno why but she reminded me of Stevie from Schitt’s Creek but with glasses. She was originally kind of cold toward everyone in the house but the longer she hung out with us all and watched red zone on Sundays we warmed up a bit. She also brought over her dog one time, and the thing was adorable so that was a bonus. I never knew the exact relationship she had with the guy in the basement but they were definitely sleeping with each other for a few months and then they stopped. There was a rumor in the house that his cock was just too big.

Fast forward a few months and she was over at the house for our Superbowl party. At some point we got into a game of pong and Raven ended up somehow as my partner. I have a good streak of either being amazing at pong or can’t hit the side of a barn. This night I happen to be on fire and between that a few shots I was very quickly drunk. Raven had this look she started giving me that was a type of smirk, it promised things to come later (if only I knew what WAS coming, I might have decided bed alone was a better choice).

The party ended up going way past the end of the game. I was staying close to Raven and was pretty sure she was interested as well so I offered to help her back to her place (so lame). She said she would love some help carrying stuff back to her house. I would like to think I did it with some dignity, but I am pretty sure I looked like a lap dog following around its owner. We drunkenly walked across the main road at 1 am ish and we got to her house and immediately went straight to…..her kitchen? There we sat down and started chatting with her male roommate. At this point I was moving past the perky drunk point and settling into the sleepy drunk point. Very slightly starting to regret my decisions and wish I had just gone to bed. It was a Sunday night and I had to be at lab in the morning! Maybe this is just her way of telling me she wasn’t interested and I should go home. Just as I was about to get up and excuse myself, she jumps up, grabs my hand, and drags me toward her bedroom. I catch a the hastily covered up smirk from her roomie as the last thing I see of the kitchen.

Once in her bed room she turned to look at me and said,

“Well, are you going to kiss me or not?”

Well okay I guess that clears that up. I walked over and ran my hand behind her head and pulled her into a kiss. I was surprised by how timid her kissing style was considering so much of what else she did seemed to confident. She broke the kiss and looked at me and said one moment, I need to brush my teeth. Then she was gone leaving me in her room. I mean, now I appreciate hygiene more, but then it was a slightly weird experience being left in her room. I sat on her bed and tried to resist the idea of falling asleep.

Five minutes later she comes back in and immediately strips off her shirt and bra. Holy shit were those some nice boobs. and yes this is pretty much exactly the only thought that went through my head. Perfectly firm, bit bigger than my hand cupping them, perky little nipples, can’t ask for much more. So sue me, I am 98.4% a boob guy. I pulled her on top of me on the bed and she straddled me as I kissed her for as long as I could before the draw of those breasts drew my kisses down her neck and to her chest. She let out a tiny moan as I twirled my tongue around her nipples. I put my hands on her hips and guided her back and forth a bit to make sure she could feel how hard I was getting. She pulled my shirt off over my head and then ran her hands through my hair as I was still fascinated by boobs. I mean, seriously, what a great invention.

I flipped her around so she was on the bed and started working on her pants. Once undone, I pulled off her pants and underwear in one quick motion. She was completely shaved which I definitely prefer so that was nice. I hooked my arms around her legs from underneath and started kissing down her belly suggestively. I love going down on my partners so I was kinda sad when she stopped me and pulled me up so she could take off my pants. The second they were off she pulled me on top of her and guided me toward her. I hesitated before she assured me she was on birth control and that she just wanted me to fuck her already.

Side note: I am lucky I never had any issues but it is way smarter to always put the glove on guys. Remember this is a story of when I was stupid.

I slid into her surprisingly easily, she was already super wet. I could also see why my roommate and her might have had issues, she was also rather tight on me. This is the normally in the story where people go on about all the cool sex positions they tried and such but this is a bit different. I didn’t last long this day, call it a combination of it had been a while, those boobs, how tight she was, and those boobs. But getting into a rhythm with her nails digging into my back encouraging me to go faster and harder we probably stayed like that for a few minutes at most. I pushed deep into her and filled her with what I can only image was quite a large load. This is also why I like going down on girls first, I much prefer to make sure they get off at least once just in case the sex isn’t as satisfying as they might want. I slumped on the bed next to her rather spent, but quite satisfied. You know that sleep you get after good sex? I was really looking forward to that.

This is where the story goes weird. We lay there for a few minutes and then she rolls on top of me and starts kissing me some more. She is running her hand over my rather limp member trying to get it back up. Now this works for me sometimes in the past but usually with more time in between, I usually need like at least 15 minutes. I am about to convey this to her when she goes down and takes my limp cock into her mouth and starts sucking on it like crazy. I am so surprised I don’t fully understand what’s happening except that my cock is growing again quicker than it ever has before. At this point I am still pleasantly surprised that I was able to get hard this quick again and once I am back to my full length she guides me back into her once again. This time I am feeling better about my performance capabilities. We spend a few minutes with her on her back in missionary position before she tells me she wants me to fuck her from behind. She flips over and gets on all fours as I start pounding her from behind. My boob guy level actually drops to 98.2% based on the nice view of her ass from this position. She keeps encouraging with her moans and wanting me to go harder. I am actually sweating from the effort (mind you I was in crazy good shape at this point, now I get winded going up the stairs) before I was able to reach another climax. This time I was so spent it was the double physical exhaustion and post climax sleepiness that I collapsed on the bed next to her with full intention of just fall asleep there. She lay curled in my arm for a moment and I thought it was going to be a nice sweet cuddle session.

I was wrong.

After all that, she reaches down and starts to fondle my junk again. At this point, it is starting to become mildly unpleasant. But once again, she slides down and starts to suck my cock. I am in shock, but somehow this works AGAIN, I feel myself starting to get a little hard. I have never had sex 3 separate times within such a short amount of time. But clearly, I have not satisfied this woman enough yet. I am sure I have heard her orgasm several times now but she still wants more. Okay I can do it. I focus really hard, trying to draw all my thoughts back into sex land and work on getting fully hard again. This time when we fuck we try her on top but I actually cant manage to keep it up in that position so we go back to missionary. This session is different, much less pleasant, I feel like everything is going downhill quickly. It takes me a while and I have to adjust her hips up so I can get maximum force while fucking her but I finally manage once again to orgasm what might be the most tired one of my life. At this point she has three of my loads in her, though I am sure each is getting progressively smaller.

This time she doesn’t even give me a rest. She grabs my cock and immediately starts sucking on it. At this point, I am trying to find a clock in the god forsaken room. What time is it? 3 am? 4 am? Later? This is not turning into the pleasant evening of sex I was hoping for. Somehow my cock gets a little bit hard again but for sure not all the way. I try for a minute and manage to get it back into her but it doesn’t even try for very long. I am so tired and orgasmed out that even her pussy cannot keep my cock hard.

At this point I give up. I have never given up before, but cease fucking and mumble about something needing to go home, and manage to get dressed and head out. I get back to my house and collapse somewhere between sleep and a coma in my bed. My poor penis has never been so abused anytime before or since. I did NOT wake up for my alarm the next morning. I DID take a very long shower.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10fh0uc/succubus_how_i_m_got_pushed_way_past_my_limits_by