True Sex Stories: He Ripped A String Of Orgasms From Me, And Then Ramped It Up

My favourite was him fucking me into a rhythm, and then tweaking my nipples. All of a sudden he pinched them both hard, and all that squirt that had been bursting to come out before rushed out in a flood.

We tried out our Fucksall again, but this time with me strapped down on the Bug Board so I couldn't control what was happening or help out. We discovered that if it isn't so deep in me then it feels just so good. I had lots of orgasms.

The orgasms from the Fucksall in my vagina were quite different ones from the vibrator on my clit; they had a clamping element to them, whereas the Fairy Wand ones were the inside-out, head-exploding kind.

He fucked me with the Fucksall to start with, and I had several orgasms, but when he then switched to the Fairy Wand it was a whole other level of intensity. Not only that, but once he'd ripped a string of orgasms from me – the kind where your eyes are rolling back in your head – he kept going. He's good at that. That place where most people would slow down or stop (and I certainly would) he kept going, and then he ramped it up.

My first reaction was Oh no, oh my god no, I can't take this. Those were some long seconds, but then there was a new sense of amazement as I realised that I was about start coming again at a whole new level. These second stage orgasms obliterated all thought. My whole body and brain was in Orgasmland, and I was just coming and coming and coming. A small part of my brain wondered how long this would go on for. It went on until he said enough; I think it was when he started to hear the emotion in my screams that warned him of my impending overload.

He decided to have another go with the Fucksall, but this time he pulled it back a bit. That did two things: it took the dildo away from my cervix, and it increased the pressure on my g-spot. Now he was able to really rev it up, and I was greedy and wanted more. Apparently it was still not even half of its top speed, but it had me coming and coming. I thought I was going to squirt a whole fountain's worth – but no, I didn't, it just felt like I was going to.

He was feeling rather inspired because we had watched some of our Sunday Porn Update before playing, and it had contained the pussy slapping which I love and hate. He grabbed my throat and whispered intensely "I'm going to give you three medium-hard slaps." Ouch and yum!

I think back to my vanilla sex life, and how long it use to take me to come. I would often get close but not quite get there, and sometimes I would just give up, thinking that it was all too hard. These days I come easily and often, but it is always in the context of higher intensity. I love having sex on that roller-coaster of sensation. If I think of it all as pain it still freaks me out; it makes me think Warning! Something is wrong. Warning! But if I think about it as intensity, I'm like Yeah, bring it on! Please do it. Pleeeease.

So he did. After he unstrapped me from the Bug Board, he took me to the bedroom and used his hard cock on my very tender pussy. He hurt me with his cock, and I became his fucktoy. Grinding against his body while I straddled him gave him easy to my tender bits. My favourite was him fucking me into a rhythm, and then tweaking my nipples. All of a sudden he pinched them both hard, and all that squirt that had been bursting to come out before rushed out in a flood. I was blinded with the pain in that moment. Bless him for not letting go; I love it when it hangs there, past my ‘tolerance'.

After sponging up the puddles he took his fucktoy seriously to task, using my breasts for handles. James has large, strong hands. They were like vices around my breasts, and he used them to move his fucktoy up and down on his cock. His cock rammed across my cervix and I started coming again. He must have been close too, because it was about then that his own yell of pleasure came.

We quivered together for a moment, and then lay back panting. We needed some time to recover before we could walk to the shower. And by that time he was inspired to play again with his freshly tenderised plaything. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head under the water, and he fingered and rubbed my cunt until I was squirting into his hand.

Have you ever kept playing until you realise that you are just out of energy? The will and desire are there, but the battery is flat. We did that today. As I type now, I am wishing that I had the energy to play more. My cunt is greedy; it wants more Fucksall and more Fairy Wand, preferably together. But my energy level is zero. And even if I had the energy to do it myself, I couldn't: the Fucksall is not something I can use on myself, sadly – not even with my toes!

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