Lizzie experiences her first O

I had been right, there WAS a place to get to, and when I reached it, it was unmistakable. My pussy seemed to explode, all my muscles contracted, and my neck bent backwards as my face looked up and shrieked a long yell of ecstacy. Aftershocks of the main blow ran through my body, through my belly, my chest, my legs. All my muscles spasmed. I'm still wondering how I managed to stay kneeling upright.

The shockwaves died down only gradually, and were replaced by a general feeling of relaxation and satisfaction. My breathing slowed down and the heated frenzy in my pussy died down to a warm and comforting glow. I realized I had closed my eyes at some point and opened them again. Sylvia was still watching me, full of attention, with an appreciative curve in the corner of her mouth.

As the tremors gradually subsided, she started talking to me again: "What you just experienced is called an orgasm, or as it is usually referred to, an "O". Feels good, doesn't it? The enormous discharge of the sexual tension into the lazy joy of relaxation... satisfying and rewarding! But I want you to look at the biology of it for a minute. Do you understand the reason why it feels good?"

"I guess it provides an incentive to the individual to have sex?"

"Yes, that's true. But it is not the only reason. When mankind dwelled in their caves, it was important that we had sex, so we would procreate, but it should take only a limited amount of time... after all, people also needed to gather food, avoid predators, build huts, and do all those other things that needed to be done to be successful as a species. So evolution created sex in two opposing parts: the hornification, to create the tension and desire to have sex, and the O to bring that tension down again to do different things. That worked very well for millions of years, but it is flawed in our day. Can you think why?"

I pondered her question for a minute, then replied: "Maybe... because we need to be ready all the time? For us, the girls in the program, we don't need to do anything else at all anymore..."

"Very good! The program was created to provide horny girls to the President who are ready for insemination. You don't need to take care of food and shelter, that's all taken care of for you. We only desperately need you to be ready to get fucked and get pregnant. We don't need to discharge that precious hornification that we worked so hard to build anymore. So what does it mean?"

"I guess... that the O has become redundant?"

"Not just redundant. It has become our enemy. It destroys the tension, takes your mind off sex, and ruins your chances to get pregnant."

"So why did you lead me to one just now?"

She smiled and said: "Well, there are several reasons for that. First, you simply need to know your enemy. If you would never have had one, how are you supposed to know what you are fighting? Second, you should realize that it is a very cunning enemy. It gets more dangerous as your hornification grows, and you must learn how to fight it and hold it back when you are hornified to the **** levels that we expect from you here. We cannot expect you to always be successful in keeping it away; we just expect you to learn from the times that you failed, to analyze your failure and learn how to prevent it in the future. For now, you are welcome to have as many O's as you can. We will teach you how to control them later on. But what you need to learn now is rehornification. The natural response of your body is to stay off sex after an O, at least for a few hours. That's for those stone age people who are going to shoot a deer now. But with a little bit of effort and concentration, that response can be broken. What I want you to do now, is reach for your pussy again, and restart the rubbing."

I hadn't even realized that I had let go of my pussy in the frenzy of the O, but quickly returned there to obey her. As I started rubbing again, the sensation was different now, less urgent and demanding, but still warm and comforting.

"Very good. Keep going slowly for a bit, it will come back in a bit, no need to **** it. "

I stroked my pussy softly, and found she was right. Even if it wasn't as frantic as before, the pulse came back quickly, as well as the urge to continue rubbing.

She continued: "There's a third reason for letting you have an O now, you know. If the President ever chooses to shoot in you, the chance of getting pregnant must be maximized. Scientific research has proven that having an O at that moment, as the sperm enters your womb, has an enormous positive effect on that chance. The bigger the O, the better. You must learn how to perform at that moment, and how to maximize the size of it. It will be good to be O-starved for a few months then, so the hornification is at a huge level, and we will make sure it will be by then... but for that one defining moment of your life, fostering and shaping it to make the release as big as possible is something you can learn as well. And it is exactly that aspect that you will learn in your first few weeks here. "

The combination of my rubbing and her words didn't miss their effect. The relaxed feeling of a few minutes ago was fading and replaced by the tension like before my O. The awareness of destination came back, as well as the sense of losing control. Unconsciously the rubs became shorter and faster, and my breathing became heavier. I realized I wouldn't have any problems heading straight for the next O.

She didn't need the computer screen to see what was happening, and she said: "Yes, just try it... go there straight away again, go see what it is like to go there a second time!"