I’ve dropped my textbook god knows where, and I don’t care. All my senses are focused on Cat’s hands on my cock, on her expert rhythm.
“Oh my fucking god . . .” I moan, as the third climax rolls over me.
Cat’s eyes are bright with interest. She gives me no time to recover but keeps stroking. She seems to view this as a challenge, like she’s trying to set a record.
I’m sure as fuck not going to stop her.
As the next climax builds, she closes her mouth around the head of my cock and gently sucks, the warmth and wetness ten times better than her hand.
“Fuuuuck me!” I cry, pushing her head down on my cock.
I thought that would make me blow all the way, but now that I’ve discovered this strange trick of orgasm without ejaculation, it seems like it will go on forever. Cat makes me come twice more with her mouth in rapid succession.
The orgasms aren’t as strong this way, but they’re intensely pleasurable and relaxing.
I feel blissfully weak, and I don’t protest when Cat climbs on top of me, straddling me with her strong thighs and lowering herself down on my cock.
Her pussy grips me, wet and ready. She starts to ride.
She seems to enjoy me in this wrung-out state, too exhausted to boss her around. I let her ride my cock at any pace she likes, and she experiments with leaning forward and back, riding me fast and slow. I cum inside of her just like I did in her mouth, with a long, slow climax that feels intensely warm and relaxing.
Cat starts to cum too, and it really is funny how both of us can ride the waves of orgasm several times in succession.
It makes me feel connected to her in a new way. I can see that she loves making me cum over and over—she doesn’t tire of it. In fact, each of my climaxes seems to motivate her to seek another. She seems to be counting them up in her head, highly pleased with herself.
I understand that, because I feel exactly the same when I’m making her cum. It gives me a sense of accomplishment. It fuels my competitive drive. As she shivers and moans on top of me, I think to myself, No one could fuck her like I do. No one could make her feel like this.
I’ve never experienced anything like this. It’s sex on a whole other level. I wonder if this is some bizarre one-time occurrence, or if we could learn to do it again?
If this is my only chance, I’m going to make the most of it. I never want it to end.
Or at least, that’s what my brain wants. My body is feeling the effects of an unprecedented number of orgasms. I’m tiring, but I want at least one more. I can feel the cum boiling in my balls, as if all the loads that should have been released are clamoring to get out.
I roll over on top of Cat, pinning her down in the pillows.
“I’m gonna put the biggest load inside you,” I growl.
“Do it,” Cat whispers. “Give it to me.”
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me in tight.
Her pussy feels warmer and wetter than it’s ever been. I know I’m going to have to fuck her hard to get this last orgasm.
I drive into her with all my strength, grunting, “You okay?” because even in this state of insanity, one small part of me still wants to be sure she isn’t injured.
“Fuck me hard and don’t stop,” Cat says, looking up into my eyes.
She’s feral, cheeks flushed and curls wild around her face.
I fuck her harder than I ever have before, my hips slamming against her. I fuck her and fuck her until the last orgasm rips through me, carrying along that entire load of cum that goes pouring out of me, deep into Cat instead. It’s wet and sloppy and primal, and intensely satisfying. I’m making sounds I’ve never made before.
And Cat is loving it, I can see that on her face. Her eyes gleam with triumph, like this is the biggest accomplishment of all, making me cum as I never have before in my life.
Cat lays on my chest.
I stroke my fingers through her hair.
I always pet her like this, when we’re finished.
It’s her reward, and she’s never earned it as thoroughly as she did tonight.
Her steady, satisfied breaths are the sighs of a sleepy