Message-ID: <22760asstr$950472601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: anon.lcs.mit.edu!nym.alias.net!mail2news X-Original-Message-ID: <20000213124118.26689.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: Wolfdog Mail-To-News-Contact: postmaster@nym.alias.net Subject: {ASSM} "Jen's Orgasms." True. M/F, xtreme multi-O, teach/student, Date: Sun, 13 Feb 2000 15:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, english Warning! The following story contains explicit sexual content. Do not read this story if you are under 18 years of age or if you find such stories offensive. This is a true story, but the names and some of the details have been changed to protect the confidentiality of those involved. If you have any comments, suggestions, or words of encouragement, I invite you to send them to me at wolfdog@nym.alias.net. I am always looking for ways to improve my writing and I welcome feedback. Wolfdog ======================================================================== Title : Jen's Orgasms Author : Wolfdog Released: February 13, 2000 Topics : MF, teacher/student, extreme multiple orgasms. TRUE. I am a college professor. The encounter I would like to describe occured between myself and an 18 year old student. Although she was not a student in my department (and so I had, in actuality, very little power over her), the taboo nature of the encounter was a major factor in the excitement of it. I met Jennifer over the college computer network. At first she didn't realize that I was faculty. I didn't purposely keep that information secret, but it just didn't come up in our first few electronic conversations. We spoke through email and "chat" several times before she eventually stopped by my office to meet me. She was a very attractive woman with long, blond hair and grey eyes. She was friendly and interesting. However, at that point I certainly wasn't plotting to make any sort of sexual advances toward her. As time went on, our electronic conversations became more flirtatious and provocative. She led the way. I enjoyed our flirting, but I didn't want her to think I was expecting it. I was very careful about that. Our flirting became intensely exciting because I was never sure of what was going to happen next. Each time I sent her an email message I wondered how she would reply. Would she pick up on my inuendos or ignore them? Would she esculate our game or would she let it cool down? I wasn't sure what the rules were because the ground was so uncharted. Eventually, she dared me to follow through with my flirtations. "Why don't you take me home and fuck me?" she asked me bluntly in one of her messages. I wasn't sure if she was serious or not, but I suspected that she was and that excited me. I told her in a reply that I'd love to fuck her. But words were not good enough for her. She pressed me for action. I hesitated. "Why not?" she asked in one message. "I could loose my job if anyone found out," I explained. "Even if it is consensual." "Nobody will find out," she replied. "I can be discrete." Finally, against my better judgement, I agreed to do it. The idea of fucking a young, female student was very exciting. She was attractive and willing, and it had been a long while since I had last been with a woman. I couldn't resist. The next Saturday afternoon, I drove her to my house. We were both nervous. Although she obviously had a fair amount of sexual experience, she said that she had never done anything quite like this before. I think she was as turned on about what we were planning as I was! We talked for a while, both feeling uncertain about how to get started, until I finally broke the ice by kissing her. After that the sex came quickly and easily. I started by kissing and caressing her sensuously. She remained relatively passive. She kissed back, but she didn't take any particular action to return my caresses. She just let me have my way with her, and that was fine with me. I enjoyed the feeling that I could do whatever I wanted. We stayed in my living room, at first on my couch, but eventually ending up on the floor. I undressed her but remained completely clothed myself. She had put on black, scanty underwear for my benefit. It contrasted beautifully with her blond hair. It was very sexy, but it didn't stay on her body for long. I soon stripped off her bra to expose her small, firm, teenaged breasts. Her nipples were very pink. When I removed her panties I found a thick mat of curly, light blond pubic hair filling the space between her legs. She had a surprisingly generous bush. I spent time kissing and caressing her small breasts, and sucking on her pretty nipples. Again she remained mostly passive as I did this, but she obviously enjoyed the attention. After a few minutes, I slid my finger between her labia and started to masturbate her. She was quite wet and that pleased me. I could tell she was excited. I stroked her slowly at first, but she responded quickly and I increased the pace. I could feel her hard clit under my fingers and I gave it plenty of attention. I have a lot of experience masturbating women and I watched her response closely to be sure I was stimulating her effectively without over doing it. My efforts paid off and in only a minute or two she suddenly groaned with pleasure as she orgasmed. I was surprised and delighted by how quickly she had cum! I love it when a woman cums easily, and it excited me that I had gotten this teenager off so rapidly. After Jen's orgasm, I backed off from her clit a little, uncertain about what she wanted me to do next. Jen didn't say anything, but she made her desires known by thrusting her genitals against my hand eagerly. Taking the hint I started stroking her again. Almost immediately she came a second time, more intensely than the first. Her moan of pleasure was louder and fuller, and her the shuddering in her body was stronger. Encouraged by her response, I promptly continued masturbating her. To my delight I was able to easily bring her to orgasm again and again. After each climax I gave her just the slightest pause to catch her breath before giving her the next. She responded eagerly. She was obviously used to having multiples and she accepted each orgasm enthusiastically. After a while I decided to go down on her. I love cunnilingus. The smell and taste of a woman's genitals are intoxicating, and Jen's were no exception. I licked her with relish. I was pleased to discover that Jen orgasmed readily from oral stimulation as well. At the start of each climax she thrust her pussy against my face and cried out loudly in ecstasy. I could then feel her body shudder for a few seconds as she grunted softly. Yet afterwards I was able to bring her to another climax easily almost right away. I licked her to several orgasms before switching back to using my fingers. I masturbated her steadily as I watched in amazed delight while Jen continued having orgasm after orgasm. At this point she had already had maybe a dozen orgasms in a row, yet she showed no signs of wanting to stop. She seemed more than happy to keep cumming for as long as I wanted to stroke her. Her cries became screams, and soon she was howling loudly with delight with each of her many climaxes. The smell of woman-sex filled the air, and her pussy was drenching wet. She squirmed on the floor as her body shuddered with ecstasy again and again. Finally, after at least four or five more climaxes, she pushed my hand away from her crotch. "You've... you've got to let me rest!" she gasped. She sat up and drew her knees up to her chin, curling herself into a ball. She was shaking. "Are you alright?" I asked. "No," she said as she leaned her head against her arms. "No, I've got to rest." "I'm sorry," I said hugging her. "Do you usually respond like that?" "Not like that." she said. "You really know how to use your hands!" We got up and sat on the couch together. She was still nude and I was still completely clothed. After a while she stopped shaking and seemed relaxed. After a few minutes, she turned to me and said, "I would like more now." We moved to my bedroom. There I disrobed and joined her on my bed. What followed was the most amazing display of female sexual capacity that I have ever seen. Indeed, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I probably wouldn't have believed it. I started by masturbating her again. Jen responded quickly and in a matter of minutes was cumming again with gusto. I brought her to maybe eight to ten orgasms in quick succession before she called for more rest. She only waited a few minutes before asking me to go down on her again. I was glad to oblige and soon she enjoying another series of orgasms. We repeated this pattern, more or less, for about two hours! Jen would cum maybe six to ten times in a row and then call for a break. Sometimes the breaks were fairly long, but often she only wanted time to change positions before she was ready for another set of orgasms. I rubbed her clit, I finger fucked her, I went down on her, I finger fucked her from behind, I massaged her G-spot, and did all sorts of variations of those things. She was orgasmic with everything. What's more, her orgasms were not weak. Once she got going, her orgasms were loud, powerful explosions. She often screamed in unbridled ecstacy making me glad that I live in a secluded location. I remember one particularly beautiful moment. She was on her stomach and I was finger fucking her from behind. She seemed to especially enjoy that position, I think because I was able to give her G-spot lots of stimulation that way. She had just rested and was greedy for sensation. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she commanded. "Fuck me harder!!" I slid my finger in and out of her rapidly and with firm pressure against the inside of her vagina. She reared up on her hands, eyes closed, her face a mask of concentration. "Oh yeah!" she moaned. The sound of her wetness filled the air. Suddenly, she convlused. Her hips thrust powerfully against the bed as I felt her cunt tighten on my fingers. She tilted back her head and let out a scream of delight that seemed to shake the walls. Then, with helpless, grunting moans her body twitched in pleasure making her hump my sheets obscenely. Afterwards, she flopped foward and, clutching my sheets tightly in her hands, screamed another release into my pillows. And then another. And yet another. She seemed totally consumed with pleasure. It was as if her body was bouncing from orgasm to orgasm while she just went along for the ride. She became nothing more than a quivering, screaming, twitching, grunting, and dripping mass of female sexual pleasure. It was exquisitely beautiful to watch. "Oh God," she gasped when she was done with that session. "You are good, you are really, really good." "You like that?" I asked retorically. "Oh yeah," she said. "You know I do. There is nothing in the world that feels that good. Nothing!" I let her rest for a while and then reached down to massage her labia gently with my fingers. "You're not through with me yet, are you?" she asked. "Nope," I replied. She eagerly spread her legs to enjoy the next session. As time wore on, her orgasms came less easily. She started needing to rest after only three or four instead of being able to go on for eight or more. Furthermore, her orgasms were clearly becoming less intense. She was getting tired. Finally I told her that I wanted to fuck her. "I wondered when you were going to get around to that," she replied. I slipped on a condom and told her that I wanted to do her doggie style. She presented herself to me on her hands and knees with her buttocks and very wet genitals displayed. I mounted her quickly and took her with animal passion. She grunted softly when I penetrated her and then again with each inward stroke. She felt good and it was exciting to actually be inside a student. "Yeah, that's it," she encouraged. "Fuck me. Fuck me good." I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward me with each stroke. Her cunt was wet, deep, and open. Fucking her was satisfying in a wild, primal way. Suddenly, I felt her pussy tighten up as she exploded in yet another orgasm. She came so easily! "Yeah," she gasped afterwards, "Make me cum. I love the way you can make me cum." She came again, and then a third time before all my own pent up sexual tension exploded into her cunt. I let out my own scream of ecstacy as I pumped my semen into her belly. Then I made dinner for both of us. To my surprise, Jen only put on her shirt, leaving herself completely bottomless. She sat in my kitchen as I cooked, occasionally flashing the slit between her legs at me. I felt a temptation to go down on her right there in the kitchen, but I resisted it. After dinner, I picked up the dishes. When I was finished, she seemed to have disappeared. I found her in my bed, naked and masturbating. "I want to do more of this," she said seductively. I laughed. "You're insatiable," I said. "Could you do this all night?" "Probably," she replied. I dropped my clothes and slid into bed next to her. I replaced her hand with my own. In only moments, she exploded into a shattering orgasm and was off again. The evening was a repeat of the afternoon. I went down on her, rubbed her clit, finger fucked her, and massaged her G-spot to orgasm after orgasm. After our extended rest, her response seemed stronger than ever. She was cumming eight or more times in each session and wanted only short rests between. In fact, if anything, she was more agressive and more orgasmic than before. Finally, as she started to approach exhaustion, I fucked her again; this time face to face with me on top, and I enjoyed a very satisfying orgasm of my own. I drove her back to the dorm later that night. "I will always remember this experience," she said. "It was very special." "I will remember it too," I said. Later I tried to estimate how many orgasms Jen had during our afternoon and evening. It was difficult to be accurate, but it had to have been at least 100, and probably more like 120 or 140. It was amazing. Although I've been with multiorgasmic women on many other occassions, I have never been with a woman before or since who could come close to matching Jen's response. In my fictional stories I can't write about a woman as orgasmic as Jen because it would sound too unbelievable. This is one case where truth is stranger than fiction! We never got together for sex again. I was very tempted, but my common sense got hold of me. I realized it just wasn't worth the risk. Jen wanted to make a regular thing of it, and she was disappointed when I told her we couldn't do that. However, I'm glad to say that we remained on good terms with each other. I have no regrets about what happened. Jen was a very sexy woman and we had a great time together. Although our connection was taboo, it was 100% consensual and no harm came from it. A few years ago I heard that Jen had gotten married and now has a child. I wish her well... where ever she may be. 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