P01E22

I withdrew my hands from her pussy, but Howard immediately intervened: “What are you doing? Don’t release her now! You pushed her over the edge; now you have to catch her. Keep playing her pussy; she can’t dehornify now! “

“But… I thought…”

“I don’t care what you thought. The afterglow of orgasm is too precious to waste on a serene, unclenched descent into merry meadows of butterflies and flowers. You need to stop the descent and maintain her hornification at an acceptable level. “

When I just gazed perplexed at him, he continued in an urgent voice: “Hurry, son! Get your hands back on that pussy! Or even better, give her a fuck now!”

I only half-understood him, but his tone was pressing enough to make my right hand return to her pussy, and two fingers groping her clit again. I was amazed to find that Howard was right… as I fondled that tiny piece of flesh, the decline of her panting ceased and stabilized. The expression on her face as she looked at me contained elements of expectation, imploration, and gratitude.

I looked at Howard, and said: “I don’t understand… when I have shot my load myself, I need to have a break… couldn’t get straight back on to it, even if I wanted to!”

“There’s a difference for women in that, Jason. Yes, a girl can come down like us men do, into the warm, quiet relaxation as you know it… but she doesn’t have to. When the stimulation of her sex simply continues, she can rehornify almost immediately. I think it must be a biological thing, written in their genes. From a reproductive standpoint, a male orgasm is needed to inject the sperm into the womb; the female orgasm is technically redundant, although it provides an incentive for her to participate in sex with him in the first place. However, it is very hard to time her orgasm to coincide exactly with his. So she is either late, which actually meant that she won’t get one at all because her man would already retract; or she is early. But in that case, what to do between her orgasm and his? She can’t come down to that quiet relaxation when he is still pumping her full speed, right? Well, nature is an ingenious creator… allowing her to build up to her next orgasm while the previous one didn’t even fade away yet. As long as the man keeps riding her, she can simply head for the next one… and mind you, this doesn’t end with two. If the stimulus continues after the second, she would build up to the third, then to the fourth, and so on. As long as the man keeps fucking her, you can just collect more orgasms from her like beads on a string. “

His words were proven by Marcy, who had clearly taken the path to just exactly as he had just described. She was moaning and wriggling in her restraints again, and it looked as if a subsequent orgasm wasn’t far off. Only minutes after the previous one… I was amazed.

Howard smiled at her warmly and stroked her head, as he continued: “We can thank Darwin for that. Of course there is no biological need for it anymore, but the process itself is still there, ready for us to use. We can employ it as we want… we may enjoy to just take her on that road of multiple orgasms, we might like to bring her to another edge and deny her the next, which will leave her just as dripping and frustrated as she was on that first one… you’ll understand that the power of orgasm is immense, and we can employ that power in any way we want to exert control over her. “

Questions popped up in my mind, but Marcy intervened in between her excited moans: “Please.. Sir… can I… cum again… please…?”

Howard replied: “Yes my little toy, you can. You just lost two weeks anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore now, does it?“

Marcy didn’t need encouragement; she rolled into orgasm immediately, on my pinch of her clit, as she gasped: “Thank you Sir… thank you…”

I understood the principle now, and didn’t cease my attention for her pussy. She looked amazing and appetizing as she came, and if she could really keep this orgasm streak going like Howard said, I was planning to let her ride it for quite a while. I didn’t release her pussy as I pulled up a chair and sat down. I had wanted to taste her pussy ever since I first laid eyes on it (it seemed unbelievable now that it had only been yesterday!) and this seemed like the perfect time for it. I bent my torso forward, and my lips took the place of my fingers on her clit. I licked her a few times, then I created a vacuum in my oral cavity and sucked her delicate, sensitive clit into my mouth. My reward was an extended moan. I played around with it for a bit, letting it slip out and sucking it back in again, while my tongue teased the tip of it. She was delighted, and it took only a minute to bring her back to the edge. Again she asked Howard for permission, he granted it, and she thanked him as I sucked her third orgasm from her clit, squirting more of her deliciously randy juice into my face.

My dick had completely forgotten by now that he had already had two shots today, and indicated he was very interested to join in on the action again, so I stood up from the chair and unzipped. He jumped out enthusiastically, and I guided him to her slit. Her entire crotch was a wet mess by now, and he slid in easily. I pushed myself inside slowly, stuffing her with my eager shaft, stiff and ready. Her fourth orgasm came even faster, overtaking her even before I actually started thrusting.

She came three more times before I did, thanking Howard for every permission he gave her; then I couldn’t hold back any longer. I watched the marvellous spectacle of submissive lust, and shot my third load of the day into her. I withdrew in warm satisfaction and gratification, and stepped back from her.

But for her, it wasn’t over even then. Howard had picked up the Hitachi again, and held it to her clit. The sizzling of the vibration could be heard, and the effect on Marcy’s overhornified pussy as well. Her increasing state of fatigue and over-sensitivity could clearly be heard in the sound of her moaning.

I lost count of the orgasms he led her through from there. The raw energy of them was clearly declining now, as they seeped through her like a breeze rather than being ripped by a storm. They came to her closer and closer together though, flowing into each other in the end, becoming one long, continuous climax. She could still cum, somehow, and she did; but the sheer size of the effort had become gigantic and her exhaustion was clear to see.

Howard gave her the final one with his penis. He couldn’t fuck her slit, she had just lost her rights to that for a while, so he aimed one hole down. It had gotten its fair share of the juice dripping down from her pussy, and he didn’t need any lubricant. He started a solid pumping, without any more mercy than he would have shown her pussy.

It baffled me that it didn’t make any difference to the flow of Marcy orgasms. She just kept cumming and cumming more, now that her pussy was untouched, and the only actual deed left was a solid banging of her asshole.

Howard was fast, it only took 30 seconds for him to shoot his load into her. It was enough to leave her howling and sobbing when he withdrew in the aftermath of her final climax. Still she opened her eyes now, and her smile was full of love for him, when she profoundly thanked him for one last, naked climax on the pleasure of her husband’s ride.

Howard looked down on her with appreciation in his eyes, and said to me: “So I guess you understand the phrase ‘fucked off the world’ a bit better now, right? “

I smiled and nodded.

A pondering glance travelled his face when he added: “You shouldn’t give a slut like her a singular orgasm. Either you deny her, or you give her a streak like this. Just never, ever, give her one. “

I waited for an explanation of this advice, but none came. Instead, he untied Marcy. All her limbs just fell down in the first place where they could, and she curled up on the bench instinctively. Only when Howard pushed her was she able to get off the bench, and crawl for the door and the stairs to her bedroom beyond.

Howard and I shared a final drink together. We didn’t talk; there was nothing to say. I reflected on the day, and decided I would do anything I could to raise an interest for “social studies” somewhere within myself.