P03E04

Her yelps only slowly gave way to more moaning, then panting, then heaves. I only interrupted the thrust briefly, then Howard said: “You remember what I taught you about Marcy, right? “

I nodded: “Never just one,” then resumed my pounding, picking up speed for a few minutes of serious banging. It didn’t leave her untouched. She quickly rehornified, her breathing and sound becoming more irregular and louder, and her ass bumped back into my poundings for as far as the bondage would allow.

Howard said: “Yeah, I would presume she is at a level again. You can go easier now. Maybe you want to change her position already? Maybe a cowgirl? “

“Nah, I will take her some more like this. She offers a nice fuck hole this way. “

I dropped my speed to half a hertz, decreasing length into shallowness as well. There seemed to be a hint of disappointment in her moaning over it. I felt very much in control, and was brimming with confidence.

“So how about it, Howard? Where does this orgasm just now reach on the ranking tables? ““

“Pretty solid actually. Maybe a six and a half. “

I was secretly offended and my self-confidence took a bit of a hit. I had obviously evoked a release in her which had blown her off the world, and I was a bit surprised that he didn’t judge my pounding ability high enough to fuck her into an eight at least: “Really? I would say it looked like a pretty intense one! “

He smiled when he looked at me: “Oh, a case of hurt pride? Well, you should understand that we are specialized in brewing orgasms for our girls. Maybe this would have been a nine in a vanilla bed, it is just that the bar is so much higher here. “

I swallowed the rebuke reluctantly, hoping not to show it on my face. I probably failed.

“Aw, don’t go sulking on me like that,” Howard said, “after all, you’re just embarking on your journey as a stud, aren’t you? Remember that you were a virgin just days ago, no one expects your transformation into an expert fucker so soon!”

I grumbled a bit, but had to admit the logic in his words. My only solace was the steady moaning underneath me; even my slow thrusting didn’t fail to hoist her back up on her cloud. I was even more pleased when I mixed in half a dozen of quick, telling blows; her moaning turned to squeals which didn’t subside when I returned to the slower rhythm again.

“You give her another dozen of those and she’ll cum again,“ Howard commented.

“You think I should? It has barely been five minutes.”

“Well, you heard Dave. He said she’s an easy cummer. I always think he’s a bit of a bragger, but it seems that he is right about this one. Besides, it isn’t like you have to be frugal with them, he said he wanted you to take loads of orgasms off her. So I would say, go right ahead. But remember that this is your training, not mine… you decide for yourself!“

“No, I think I will follow your lead here, uncle. You have so much more experience than me with handling these girls. “

He was absolutely right of course; when I delivered another salvo of deep blows, she was easily sent spinning again, submerging in another release. Her voice faltered on the “thank you” like it hadn’t done the first time; she sounded hoarse and cracked.

I stopped thrusting for another sip of coffee, holding still while I lit up a cigarette, then returned to the slow pounding rhythm. I felt extremely well. I was fucking this girl to bits, yet my own feeling of arousal felt very different than it had before. Her tight slit enveloped me, and the motions of the banging cherished my dick, and yet I was in complete control of it. The sensation was pleasurable and invigorating, and there was still no sign of any urgency. There was no pressure on it, like there was in my own wanks back home, when you subconsciously worked to get a result quickly. But there was no need for that here. I was expected to fuck this slit for a long time, and shooting conditions would be good throughout; yet taking them would hamper the follow-through. The logic of Howard’s words sunk into me. He was right, I did know nothing, and I absolutely needed to learn how to perform endurance fucking.

I switched up to medium speed, asking Howard: “So what exactly is this orgasm storm you were talking about earlier? “

“Yes, this is a perfect moment to get to that. What you want to create in the girl is a series of orgasms that flow into each other. You gave her a moment of respite in the immediate come down of her orgasm just now; you stopped the thrust, even if it was for just a few seconds. But those are crucial seconds. It is when her energy level drops most sharply. It is indeed a release, and actual hornification drops with it. But there is a way to prevent that. When you dispense her with energy then, the.hornification doesn’t get the chance to drop. When you provide her with thorough thrusting in that moment, you bounce energy back into her, and that kind of energy happens to work on arousal. So instead of coming down from her high, she gets to a plateau just after it. Would you have a hunch where that level is? “

I thought about his question for a bit, steadily rocking my hips into her, then said: “It is just short of orgasm level, right? “

He nodded: “Yes, exactly. When she can’t recede, she is right there, on the edge, ready to cum again. And to create an orgasm storm, you push her across that edge again, right away. “

“You mean, continue hard thrusting from that first one, and then just launch her into the next one in minutes? “

“Not minutes. Seconds. She is right there, on the edge, why would she need minutes? “

I pondered his words, then said: “And then you can just repeat that, right? “

“Very good! Indeed you can. You take her to the next, and then the next, and then the next. After a few, they become blurry, and they merge into each other. Her sensitivity increases, she becomes physically sore. It merges into her pleasure, and because she has the submissive trait, doubles it. And what do you think that means? “

I pondered again, then said: “She… she doesn’t descend below her threshold anymore. The orgasm becomes continuous. “

Howard gave an appreciative nod, looking pleased with me.

I asked: “And the only thing you need for it to continue is a continued solid thrusting? “

“Basically, yes. There is some other stuff you need to consider, a girl can’t sail the storm on a wave of hard fucking alone, but we will get to that later. You can trust me that Heather checks all the right marks right now. “

“And you can just keep it going? I mean, how long can you keep her there? “

“That is more about practical circumstances than about physical endurance. It really requires a continuous influx of raw, hard thrusting. It is hard for a man to keep that up, he often must end it after a few minutes, either because he must shoot or by simple fatigue. At the club, where we have the joint fucking power of all the members, we just replace the fucker who falters with the next one. You can sustain a storm for hours that way. But I would already be very proud of you today if you managed to keep it going for sixty seconds. “

“Well, if this thing actually exists, it should be easy to keep it going for a minute, no? “

“You should be careful when you say that. You really have to keep a hard fuck going, it is not as easy as you think. “

Still skewering her from behind, I scratched my head: “Well, all right. But I guess we should retie her first, turn her on her back. I want to look her in the eye if she’s really going to have this continuous cum stream. See what it looks like. “

He nodded: “You have instinctively identified the third element of an orgasm storm… I already told you about the main thrusting power, and merging that with the sore of overstimulation. But there is a third element, something that can become even stronger than the other two. A girl must know who is imposing upon her; that she is servile to a particular man, who degrades her into submission and sluttery. She must feel his superiority and dominance, not just as a physical rod occupying her belly, but as an experience of the mind as well. When she must look you in the face when she is debased into a cumstorm for your mere caprice, her last bits of resistance will melt like snow on a may day, and the defrost water joins the swirling deluge of lust which is devouring her. When she is taken like that, there is no way she can repel the **** on her dignity, she’ll just be maelstromed away by that flood into the depth of inexhaustible lust. “

“Gotcha. Let me see what I can do.”