Indestructible

Starting on Friday, I spent three successive nights in D's company. There may have been periods in which I have had as much sex, but if so, they are few. D is insatiable, indefatigable, and indestructible.

Friday night: we met at midnight at a bar, and left there after a drink or two for Central Park, where we fucked. D has in the last couple of months become much more orgasmic, so after I had fucked her with me on top for a while, she sat on my cock and ground her clit against me while I pinched and twisted her nipples. Nipple stimulation used to be a sine qua non for orgasm with D, but that has now ceased to be true. Nevertheless, the ready route to orgasm for her is either rhythmic stimulation of her clitoris from my tongue or else strong pressure on it from pelvic grinding, allied with active nipple pulling and pinching.

After the Park we went back to her car. I do not recall the details, though I am sure I ate her out a good deal, she sucked my cock, and I fucked her cunt and ass. These are the changes that we always ring. Interestingly, D's new orgasmic capacities involve also anal stimulation - by adding a finger or two up her ass to the clitoral pressure of the base of my cock against her clit, she can help herself the last few steps to the peak.

Saturday night was a little more elaborate, as we had planned to join a 'swinger's party' in midtown. D was extremely apprehensive. Entering the building we met a man leaving who warned us that the party was very heavily dominated by men - twelve men to just three or four women. This was not what either of us had expected. Deciding that an imbalance of this magnitude was not for us, D and I left. We then spent a few hours having every kind of sex that one can have in the back of a Chrysler Pacifica. Then we went for breakfast at a twenty-four hour bistro, and then went back to the car for more sex.

Breakfast was eaten in each other's clothes. I put on D's panties and her jeans and a sweatshirt of hers that was lying around in the car. She wore my shirt and pants. I thought she looked completely adorable, and she thought I looked totally hot.

A real highlight of the post-breakfast session was an ass-fuck in which I was as deep in D's ass as I could possibly be, with me on top and her legs way up high. In the car there are many places to gain leverage or purchase, and so it is easier to push hard, grind very deeply, sustain the pressure. I hit the relevant points and she came furiously, triggering my own ascent to orgasm and ejaculation. We did not orgasm simultaneously, but it was definitely true that her orgasm elicited mine. That is perhaps the central emotional element that makes sense of the otherwise rather puzzling hankering after simultaneity.

Sunday into Monday was more elaborate still, as D had a room in a local hotel. I went over there and we fucked briefly in the early evening, and we were back there later on for another quick session. Then I returned at midnight and stayed until 5.30 or so, went home to make breakfast, and came back to spend another three hours with D from 9.00 until her noon checkout. That was followed by lunch and a little session in the Park in daylight.

The second evening session on Sunday featured a wonderful version of 69, with D sitting on my face and jerking me off. She came, and I came with her, a fact that she did not register until she felt my seed splashing her on the shoulder.

During the night, we got stoned. The time-dilation effect of being stoned I have written about before, but this was a startling example. I arrived in the room just after midnight, we smoked a joint together, sipped drinks, kissed at what seemed like great length, moved from that into extended oral for her, with at least one orgasm, and then into a truly magnificent, stately fuck. By the time we reached a stopping-point - I am not sure now whether it was another orgasm of hers or one of mine, but I do not think it was both, and might have been neither - it seemed as though we had been at each other for at least an hour, or perhaps two. But the clock read 12.23; I had been in the room for twenty minutes.

I have had stoned fucks with A and also with K (though with K the only instance that comes to mind at the moment is the threesome that I had with her and A a few months ago). But D is the woman who I associate with stoned sex, and getting stoned with D is an amazing, if in many ways predictable, experience. Just as time is stretched out, so is sensation, and because D has a wonderful cunt to fuck, shafting her when stoned is very, very good. I suppose that the time-dilation is part of what makes each stroke of my cock inside her seem to go on for a long time; that makes it feel as if my cock is immensely long, and her cunt goes very deep. D's blowjob skills are so immense that a stoned blowjob with D is guaranteed to make me loud and energetic, and to make me wish time could stop altogether. I reach a point at which every move of her mouth and her hand on my cock feels as intensely pleasurable as an orgasmic spasm, and indeed I often describe the experience as one involving continuous, repeated orgasm. Certainly I reach a number of climaxes - peaks to which I climb steadily, which when I arrive at them induce the shudders and spasms of orgasm, and which mark the onset of at least a brief refractory period - yet often I do not ejaculate in these orgasms, and I do not usually lose my erection. Do they count as orgasms, then? The answer to this question is: who the fuck cares?

But, as I have observed before in connection with Z, who is paralyzed from the waist down, orgasm is important to the epistemology of sex. That orgasm can be faked is not particularly interesting, for obviously any sort of reaction can be faked. That there are incentives to fake orgasm is much more interesting. In the male, because of the standard coincidence of orgasm and ejaculation, faking is much more difficult. I have faked orgasm during 'phone sex and also while fucking C's cunt. Sometimes, with D, I have been unsure whether or not I have ejaculated, and in these cases I could easily 'fake' more insight into the workings of my own body than I actually possess. Yes, I can feel the spasms, and it feels to me that I am spurting seed; but am I? If I cannot tell, I am sure that D cannot either. When she is sucking my cock, though, the epistemological asymmetry is reversed: I feel the spasms, but she is the one who can confirm or deny that I ejaculated. And indeed there have been times when I have asked her, 'Did I come?', not knowing what the answer would be.

As the night wore on, both D and I became somewhat sore, so there were times when gaining entry to her cunt or her ass was a little painful. But once inside, the pain went away and we could fuck as much as we liked. I came a few times, she came many times, we talked a little, and then I went home. Returning later in the morning, D fucked me with the strap-on. But before that, I had to get dressed up: a pair of lacy black panties, fishnet tights, D's short leather skirt, and a white tank top. By the time D had be flat on my back on the bed with my legs spread for her, I had lost the tights and the panties. We began with the smaller dildo, but that was obviously not going to give me enough so we swapped it for the larger, eight-inch one. And even that, once I had taken it, seemed to me not quite large enough. But D fucked me hard, and by adding a little extra, direct stimulation of my cock with her hand, she made me come. Interestingly, I think there was less of a role-reversal in gender terms in this fuck than in some others, and yet I felt more like I was being fucked. It overstates the case to say that I was a man being fucked by another man, but that would perhaps describe it better than either a man being fucked by a woman, or a woman being fucked by a man.

At some point after that, we were fucking and, about to come, I pulled out and the semen just leaked gently out of my cock, pooling in her navel. That was a strange but very enjoyable orgasm, anti-climactic rather than climactic. It was really quite surprising that there was any fluid left to ejaculate at all, but I could then suck up some of the seed into my mouth and give it to D in a kiss, and that seemed the completion of the sexual act rather than the ejaculation itself.

After lunch we went for a walk in the park, found a quiet spot, and D sucked my cock, I fucked her a little from behind, and then we parted.