Five Orgasms in One Night? You Bet Your Life.
First off, deepest gratitude to Carlene, who taught me
Almost always for these sessions there is music, food and
drink. Tonight it begins with a Rachmaninov piano concerto,
and Champagne and soft strawberries, about two days past
ripe. Squishy.
We set up by the fireplace, on a beanbag built for two. The
strawberries are in a bowl, bathing in Champagne. Champagne
flutes sit next to us, each with one strawberry. She sits
between my legs, spoon-style, her back against my chest.
There is a large mirror in front of us. We can watch. We lean
back. She begins with a sip of champagne, and then slowly
strokes her breasts, her nipples, her tummy, her legs.
Her hands find the golden triangle, and she begins to moisten
up. I reach around her and gently stroke her breasts, making
slow circles, and occasionally brushing her nipples,
now beginning to stand out. I take two strawberries from
the bowl and repeat the circles, adding pressure as I do,
the berries changing the tactile sensation. Soon they
begin to break up, leaving traces of the sweet red flesh
on her sweet pink flesh. I will clean them up later with my
mouth. Small sounds escape her lips and her breathing quickens.
My palms, damp with wine and berry, gently caress her sides,
her abdomen, her belly. I keep up my end of the effort even
as her sighs become moans and her breathing comes faster.
Her fingers work in concert, and head to toe she sways to
the music. She is breathing faster now. As her orgasm approaches,
I become secondary to the effort, but still I whisper sweetness
in her ears. You are so beautiful, I tell her. God, you
turn me on when you are coming, I tell her. I can feel your
heart, I tell her. Her moans are loud now; her breath is
fast and faster. Her left hand reaches up and behind her
and she grabs the back of my head, pulling it close to her
ear. Bite my earlobe! She commands. Harder! Louder.
Suddenly her whole body shudders. She pulls hard on my head
and turns her face to mine. She kisses me hard. She bites
my lower lip, hard. I can feel her whole body trembling.
It seems like forever. Then, just as suddenly, she relaxes.
She sighs deeply, contentedly. She lets go of my head. She
turns halfway around to me, takes my face in her hands and
kisses me deeply, then gently. A short deep breath, and
she goes slack.
She rests a minute or two and catches her breath. Another
sip of Champagne. I take one. I take another. Then she turns
over and kisses my nipples. Thats my switch. I gently hold
the back of her head, letting her know I want her to continue.
My erection is pressing against her breasts. She presses
them together around my hard member, eases up, and presses
again, undulating up and down as she does, all the while
alternately kissing, licking and biting my nipples.
I
moan quietly; I can feel my temperature rise, my breath
begin to shorten, and the muscles in my legs begin to tighten.
She senses it too, and eases up. I tighten my sphincter hard
and count to ten; she rings the head of my penis with her thumb
and forefinger and counts along. Stopping my orgasm once
allows me to go on, allows me to relax as she now takes the
headjust the headof my cock between her lips. She laps
circles around the head while her hand encircles the base
just above my balls and squeezes, hard. She moves down slowly
to my scrotum, taking my balls gently into her mouth while
gently stroking the length of my erect shaft. Im beginning
to lose it. She can tell. She moves back up to the tip of my
cock, licks it lightly, then harder, wetter. She takes
a strawberry, bites into it, chews it a little, then takes
me fully into her mouth. What a sensation. Its a different
feeling with the mashed-up berry in her mouth. The pressures
are different; the sensations are incredible. She reaches
up to my right nipple, finds it and squeezes. All this is
too much, and I completely lose myself in a jolting orgasm.
She doesnt miss a beat. She sucks my hot juice, sucks it
dry. I spasm and spasm, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve
times, each time the contraction seems slower and harder,
until there is nothing left. My thighs finally relax, and
so does she.
She kisses the underside of my shaft, from the
scrotum to the tip, licks it once more, and comes to me to
give me a deep, soulful kiss. I can taste myself and the strawberry.
This kiss is the longest, deepest one yet. It communicates.
So does she. She whispers to me, tells me that she loves me.
I can tell. She tells me that she can feel me loving her back.
Shes right. We pour more Champagne. We sip. We talk. We
embrace. Were just getting started.
A little whilea full glass of Champagnelater, she tells
me shes ready for more. She turns around and places herself
in position for mutual oral stimulationsixty-nine,
and she positions herself on top. I love this. I cant get
fully hard, having just come so completely, but she does
get a rise out of me, enough so that she has something to work
with while I raise my head to her pink nether-lips. She lowers
her hips to meet my tongue. At her request, I go slowly, and
trace little circles around her vulva, licking the outer
lips, the insides of her thighs, and occasionally penetrating
the outer flesh to moisten her inner lips. Slowly her hips
begin to rotate as the feelings inside her intensify. I
quicken the pace of the tongue circles, and begin to glance
against the little bead at the top of her vagina. It rolls
around softly as my tongue traces small circles. She is
now getting wet, and her secretions and my saliva create
a delicious chemistry that starts her moaning again.
As
her hips begin to rotate faster, I take hold of her buttocks
and pull her down to my mouth. Wait, she says, Turn over.
We roll over, never completely disengaging, but her mouth
loses its grip on my semi-erect cock. She takes it in her
hands to try to reestablish her hold, but I stop her. No,
I say. Let me take over now. I swing my hips around and approach
her with my torso between her knees. A few licks of her inner
thighs to re-establish a rhythm, and then my tongue finds
her sweet little clitoris again. This time, while I trace
those gentle circles, I insert my thumb into her vagina,
pressing my thumbnail against the front wall. She flinches,
then says, Again. Do it again. My tongue and my thumb work
together to create a combination of sensations I know she
loves. My thumb works up and down, against the top wall,
then against the bottom. Deeper. Please. Deeper, she
says. Give me your middle finger the other place. I withdraw
my thumb, insert my middle finger for moisture, then replace
my thumb. I slowlyvery slowlyinsert the tip of my middle
finger into her rectum. Her muscles almost instantly relax,
and literally pull my finger deeper. More. Deeper,
she says. Slowly, my finger is drawn in, up to the first joint,
then a little farther. I begin to move the finger and the
thumb in gentle strokes as if I was trying to pinch them together.
On each return stroke, the base of my thumbnail massages
the front wall of her vagina, and each time she moans louder.
Faster circles please, she says. I increase my rhythm,
and she begins to pump her hips up and down with each stroke.
Again and again she calls out my name. More! Faster! Oooh!
Oooh! NOW! NOW! Stop! STOP! I freeze. She seizes up, her
hips rising to my mouth. I take all of her into my mouth. I
summon as much saliva as I can into my mouth and lay my tongue
firmly against her outer lips. Oooooh! Shit! Fuck! Oooooh!
Oooooh! Oooooooooh. She tenses up against me. She holds
this position for about fifteen seconds. Then her hips
fall hard to the cushion of the beanbag. She reaches down
and takes my head, holds it tight against her. Her breathing
slows, but the breaths are still hard. She is moist with
perspiration. She relaxes her grip on my head. I gently
lick the inside of her thighs. Salty. Sweet. Yum. Kiss
me. I crawl up to her. I kiss her. Gently. Then harder. She
returns the hard kiss. She holds me tight. I love you so
much. I love you. I love you. I love you. And I love you. I
whisper to her, repeating her name, over and over. Her breathing
begins to slow. She kisses me on the forehead. She takes
some Champagne and a couple of strawberries. Lets watch
a movie.
With a remote I had set nearby, I turn on the DVD player.
An
overhead projector shoots an image onto a wall behind us.
We turn the beanbag around, pour more Champagne and hold
each other gently. Our movie choices run the gamut. It depends
on our mood. Sometimes we want romanceCasablanca, Roman
Holiday, Somewhere in Timesometimes we want dramaWait
Until Dark, Play Misty for Me, Chinatown, sometimes were
in the mood for industry-produced porn. Tonight were
in the mood forus! Did I mention the video camera on the
mantel? When we fuck this way we usually tape the session.
The image on the screen is a mirror image of what weve been
doing for the past hour and a half. We watch her pleasure
herself, her hands expertly stroking her clit, her nipples,
her face, back to her clit, and we watch her settle into a
remarkable rhythm, the ecstasy obvious in her eyes, in
the glisten of light perspiration on her lovely tanned
skin. This time its brandy and white chocolate we use as
a sex toy, and we can almost taste its sweetness. She takes
two strawberries, mashes them between her thumbs and forefingers,
and begins to massage my nipples with the remains of the
fruit. I take two more and return the favor. As the images
on the screen move easily into her masterful performance
of oral sex, we can feel the heat rise in our bodies. On the
screen, as I come, she is joyously sucking on my throbbing
cock like a straw, to get every last drop.
We hear her enjoying
herself, and she comments that she cant wait for me to return
the favor. We watch me do so, sliding expertly from the sixty-nine
position (with me on top this time) to a position perpendicular
to her, with my head buried in her fragrant vulva, my head
moving imperceptibly, my hands doing the same as I bury
my fingers into her vagina and anus while my tongue draws
lazy circles around her clit. (She is now rubbing mashed
strawberries all over my cock with her palms.) We watch
her explode noisily, holding my head tight to her vagina
until the orgasm is over. As we watch, our hands are now on
each others bodies, searching for pleasure points and
finding them. My right hand is on her left nipple, three
fingers of my left hand are in her. She is gently massaging
my nipples with her fingertips and whispering enticing
obscenities in my ear. She rolls over on her side and her
right hand finds my cock, fully hard now and ready for another
jolt from her magnificent body. She inserts two fingers
into my anus and I flinch, just for a second, and then relax.
Suddenly Im on fire. I turn to sit sideways to the fireplace
and lift her onto my lap, facing me, and she hikes up and glides
my cock into her, lowering herself slowlyoh, so slowlydown
until she has taken me fully. She sits there, not movingat
least not obviously, but grinds her hips ever so slowly
in small circles.
She wraps her arms around me and crushes
my chest to her breasts, and begins to kiss me, slowly at
first, nibbling on my lower lip, then my upper lip; she forces
her tongue (well not really forces) into my mouth, but only
a little bit. We kiss, and kiss and kiss and kiss, our bodies
swaying ever so gently to the rhythm of the music I have edited
onto our self-pleasuring DVD, and the sensation of our
coming together begins to rise, slowly, from our entwined
thighs. We can feel the muscles contract and release almost
in harmony as the well of pleasure begins to bubble. We feel
the stirring in our loins, and it moves up our bodies to our
bellies, to our abdomens, to our chests, around us through
our arms, up into our necks and then into our heads. Our kisses
become furious now as the tension in our bodies begins to
grow and move, almost shifting back and forth through our
skin. Her hips start grinding harder now, and she is talking,
mostly to herself, but so that I can hear, to be sure. Oh,
oh, oooooooh, fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me. Ooooooh,
fuck me, she says. I squeeze her tight to me and begin to
tighten my sphincter muscle, then let up and tighten again,
so that my cock is moving back and forth against the front
wall of her cunt. She is pulling me in rhythm, heightening
the sensation and grinding her clit against the base of
my cock. Oooooooh! she screams.
Aaaahhhhhhhhhh! Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. She is about to explode. So am I. Im coming,
I whisper. Louder, she says. Im coming, I say, raising
my voice. Louder! she demands. IM COMING! I shout.
IM COMING! IM COMING! IM I explode. Long, slow
but extremely hard spasms rock my middle. With each spasm
I literally feel my ass come off the floor, lifting her up
with my thighs. This is too much for her to bear any longer,
and she screams. AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! She pulls me as tight as her
arms will allow, and I return the enormous hug. She grabs
my cheeks, hard, and pulls my mouth to hers, jamming her
tongue as far into my mouth as it will go. I take it and suck
at it as hard as I can. My lips are crushed against hers, and
she is not letting me go. Her hips are shaking almost as if
in a seizure. I pull my head away from hers. Are you all right?
I ask. SHUT UP! KISS! FUCK. I kiss her again. Her tongue
comes into me again. Her hips are grinding hard against
mine, and her arms are crushing. I hold her head and kiss,
as if holding on for dear life. We are coming together, in
waves, rising from our asses, squeezing hard as our now
singular sex organthe cockuntthrob together, up our
spines as our bodies feel for all the world like one single
bodytwo melted into onethe sensations, the jolts, the
electric thrills coming together, and our heads buzzing
as if electrically charged.
The thunderous shaking continues,
lasts five, six, seven minutes. Then, slowly, the sizzling
begins to subside. Breathing starts to slow. Heartbeats,
just moments ago thundering in our chests, are now returning
to a manageable level. She begins to giggle, first lightly,
quietly, and then louder, more robustly. Whats so funny?
Look. Up there. She points to the TV screen. The people
on the wallusare licking up the residue of sex, the brandy,
the chocolate, the juices. She looks at my chest. There
is strawberry mess everywhere. It is on her breasts, her
nipples, her belly. May I? Be my guest. I lick. MMMMM.
Strawberries and sex. My favorite.