A few years ago I had an old friend that I reconnected with online, I’ll call him Mark. He is super hot. He is tall as the day is long with a voice that is deep, smooth, and enticing. He’s smart and funny with a great smile and beautiful eyes. Before we reconnected, our interactions had always been platonic, so when we started flirting, eventually sexting, and then occasionally fooling around on FaceTime, I was completely smitten. I’d had a crush on him for as long as I can remember and now couldn’t get enough of him.
Eventually the stars aligned and we were able to meet up in person. Due to the circumstances though, we had tight time constraints. However, that just amplified the intensity of everything that happened.
I met him in a parking lot and drove the 3 minutes back to my house. Immediately upon getting in my car, he broke the tension by grabbing one of my boobs. That he kept his hand on me the whole time was distracting. He’d move his hand around, squeezing gently, rubbing his thumb over my (now) very hard nipple. It was the longest 3 minute drive of my life and it took all of my focus to not drive off the road.
Inside the house, he came up behind me. Wrapped his arm around my neck and spoke calmly into my ear. He was wearing basketball shorts and I felt him pressed against my body, he was getting hard. I leaned back into him. I pawed at his cock over his shorts. I had known he was big, but wow! I was suddenly feeling very intimidated by his dick. Mark reached around me with his right hand and started running his hands down my body. Oh, he was goooooood.
He guided me over near the sofa and, still standing, he pulled me into him. My heart was racing and I could hear the blood rushing by my ears.
This was happening. Well, something was happening anyway.
We kissed. I probably cooed.
I’d wanted to kiss him for years. His lips were soft and perfect and I could have just made out with him for hours.
Thankfully, he kept things moving along. We really didn’t have much time. He got me sitting on the sofa and he kneeled on the floor in front of me. His hands were everywhere. They were huge and warm and felt so nice. My brain buzzed with anticipation. My jeans were unbuttoned. Then unzipped. I don’t remember either of us pulling them down but before I knew it both my jeans and my underwear were around my ankles on on the floor.
His long sexy fingers felt around in the wetness of my slit. He could have easily slid into me, but he didn’t yet. I was wet enough already that I felt self-conscious. One of his fingers found its way to my clit. He was gentle but I was so turned on that as soon as he touched my clit, I thought I might explode.
Fuuuuuuck.
It had been ages since anyone else had touched me, but this was more intense than all the fantasies I’d had over all the years about the mere possibility of Mark touching me. This… this was… mmmmm.
Then I did the thing where I got in my own head. Oh no.
What if I couldn’t have an orgasm? It is a cruel world and it happens at the most inopportune times. If I got overstimulated all of this would just be torture. I tried to focus. Things felt very dreamlike. I remember thinking how hot he is and being in disbelief that this was actually happening.
He made circles around my clit with his thumb. Mark was looking into my eyes and was telling me things— most of these things I can barely remember because once he put a finger inside of me, it felt like my soul left my body. I had been worried I would be too anxious to have an orgasm but that wasn’t an issue anymore. Almost immediately I came all over his hand.
When my soul returned to my body a few moments later, I was embarrassed. I felt very vulnerable and exposed. He knew it had been awhile since I’d been with anyone, but wow! I don’t think I’d ever even been able to make myself come that fast.
With his encouragement, I slid forward on the sofa, giving him more… access. I took both of my hands and covered my face. I was so wet his finger slid in and out of me easily. He didn’t want me to cover my face but I was still worried I might die of embarrassment if he looked into my eyes again. He wanted to watch my face though, so eventually I relented. Mostly.
Mark then slid 2 of his long fingers inside of me. I came again. Aaaaaand again.
After the 3rd orgasm, I started to try to keep count. If it hadn’t happened to me, I wouldn’t believe it, but I had 11 orgasms. ELEVEN… just from his fingers. Or mostly his fingers, anyway. He did supplement some of his excellent finger work with his tongue. Being fingered while my clit is being licked, sucked on, and teased is my favorite.
Besides trying to focus on counting my orgasms, the other thing I remember well is that for a heathen, I had a lot to say to god. (Which mostly was a lot of “Oh my godddd!”)
I hadn’t factored having 11 orgasms into our time constraints. By that point I was woozy, buzzing, and felt weak when I stood up. I had to get him back to the parking lot where we had met, but I’d barely touched him.
Mark seemed fine with not getting off, which was confusing. Our orgasm ratio was 0 to 11 and it made no sense to me that he was okay with it. He insisted it was fine. He looked into my eyes and said “This was for you. Next time I’ll let you worry about me.”
Oh? Okayyyy? I felt guilty but he didn’t seem bothered. I tried to believe him. Also, NEXT TIME? Lord help my clitoris.
On the way out the door we stopped at the fridge and I gave him a bottle of water. Among the stuff on my fridge, there was a photo of me from a few years before. It was a picture that was also on my social media. He smirked as he mentioned it to me, and then told me that he likes that photo of me. “Sometimes I’ll look at your pictures online. I like to look at that one when I jerk off.”
That made me all tingly, but I wasn’t sure what to say in response. Instead of responding, I pointed to the kitchen sink and told him he could wash his hands if he wanted. He declined, but I was too busy trying to feel my knees to think twice about it.
It wasn’t until much later that he told me that when he went home he jerked off. He could still smell me on his fingers…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mg5h6w/double_digit_orgasms_mf
Please tell me you had a Round 2.