Women's abilities
Women are such creatures of the fair sex who have always excited us, continue to excite us, and will always excite us, and who are in many ways unlike us men. We love them, adore them, give them gifts and various pleasantries in the form of different presents and various feminine trinkets. Women largely remain a mystery to us, one that is very difficult to solve.
For example, women can get offended over a mere trifle, or a woman can, on the contrary, forgive things that we men would never forgive. Women are delightful, charming, beloved by us men. Women are more complex than us men, both in terms of their soul and physically. So, here we will talk about the physical
characteristics of women."So, you guys, how many times can you come during one sexual act?" asked one of my friends.
"One girl I knew could come about ten times within an hour."
"And I had a friend who would come about five times, but within fifteen minutes."
"Don't tell my wife I'm revealing secrets, but mine once managed to come about twelve times during one sex session."
The guys continued sharing their revelations, and I sat there listening, my mouth agape, having nothing to say. Honestly, I thought it was the same for women as for men, but it turned out everything is much more complicated.
Though the guys noted that not all the women they knew were capable of such records; some couldn't manage more than two or three times. This conversation stuck in my head, but I didn't get a chance to verify it soon. Just around that time, I was starting to date a very beautiful girl; jumping ahead, I'll say she became my future wife.
We were in a romantic period and we just dated for about a year. Olesya, that was my chosen one's name, was from a good family and raised with the idea that you should first become friends, and then allow your chosen one access to your body. I had no intention of cheating on Olesya; I had serious plans for her too, so I was patient about sex. I was patient until Olesya's birthday. It wasn't just any birthday; Olesya was turning 18. I was already 20 at the time. We were already making plans for our life together and intended to get married in the future. I came to my beloved with a large bouquet of flowers, a big teddy bear, and also earrings as a gift.
"Egor, thank you so much for such wonderful gifts," Olesya thanked me, hugging me and kissing me on the lips.
A kiss on the lips was the limit of our relationship; we never went beyond that. When she kissed me, I always started to stir in my pants, but I learned to control myself and didn't let my organ rise to its full strength; honestly, it was incredibly difficult for me. My love was very sexy; she went to dance classes and was a slender, graceful girl, but at the same time, her breasts and butt weren't flat; they had pleasant rounded shapes, plus she had long light brown hair, and her face was the most beautiful; you could fall in love with such a girl just for her sweet, pleasant face.
Olesya was always a cheerful and smiling girl. For such a girl, I was ready to endure the lack of sex for more than a year. But it was on this day that everything was supposed to happen. It was on her birthday that we had our first sex. Olesya herself whispered in my ear that she was ready to give herself to me today, as she was now a grown-up girl. We had our first, slightly nervous sex; I took Olesya's virginity, it was clearly painful for her, and we didn't continue for long; I did manage to come in the condom, but Olesya refused to continue.
About two months later, we already had a regular sex life and were satisfied with each other, but I still didn't dare to test my chosen one's capabilities. On that day, Olesya's parents went to their dacha overnight, and she joyfully called me and invited me over for the whole night. I washed, shaved, put on cologne, and with a cake, headed to my future wife.
For a while, we sat drinking tea and just having a heartfelt conversation, but then I started stroking her knees, and then her thighs, and our conversation was interrupted. Now my girl closed her eyes and surrendered to the power of my hands, which continued their path higher up her thigh under her house robe. A pleasant surprise was that she wasn't wearing panties.
"Oh, you little minx, it turns out you've been having conversations with me all this time without panties."
"Aaah... Egor..., I wanted to give you a pleasant surprise."
"The surprise worked, look what you've done to my little friend in my pants."
"I see how big he's become, I want to feel him inside me, let's move to my bed."
On the bed, I undressed my princess completely and quickly got rid of my own clothes, quickly put on a condom (we weren't planning children yet), and positioned myself between the hot legs and crotch of my girl. I didn't engage in more foreplay; we both wanted sex. I drove my cock into her beautiful womb and started moving inside her. Olesya moaned and arched to meet my cock, and after about five minutes, we came simultaneously.
What to do now? I couldn't use my little friend yet; he had gone limp, and Olesya clearly wasn't satisfied with just one orgasm. That's when I remembered our conversation with the guys, that girls aren't like guys and are capable of more. I became interested in testing this and decided to satisfy Olesya's desires orally; there was no other way. I could have used my fingers, but they wouldn't deliver as much pleasure to my beautiful girl as a wet tongue could.
I assumed a comfortable position on the floor near my beauty, and positioned her so that her pussy was accessible to my tongue and she was comfortable. I started making circular movements around her clitoris; Olesya was clearly writhing from sweet torment, and she begged me with a passionate, intermittent voice: "Lick me, my macho, Aaaah, how pleasantly you're doing it to me."
After about two minutes, she added: "Put your fingers in me and move them there." I inserted first one finger, then a second into her vagina and started moving them as if with a cock. I had read about special spots inside a woman and tried to find them, and it seemed I succeeded, as my girl convulsed in a crazy orgasm; I felt her entrance tightly squeezing my fingers, and a whole stream of her orgasmic secretions gushed onto my fingers from inside. I continued my manipulations with my tongue, this time sucking on her clitoris, creating a vacuum sensation. Apparently, this vacuum was very pleasant, and she again convulsed in the waves of her third orgasm of the day.
I gave her a short break of a couple of minutes, caressing only her thighs, and with my hands, kneading her breasts. With my hands, I continued to play with her nipples, while I myself again pressed my mouth to her womb; orgasm overtook Olesya after a minute. I continued working my tongue without a break, and now the fifth orgasm plunged her into an abyss of pleasure.
After her fifth orgasm, I again took a break for a couple of minutes, and then took my hands and exposed her clitoral area, which, from the rush of blood, now clearly protruded from under the hood. It was completely open to my gaze and my caresses. I first carefully ran my tongue over it, then sped up the pace; my tongue worked with full dedication. Orgasms practically poured out without interruption: sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth. Olesya thrashed in orgasmic convulsions; she would be released for about fifteen seconds and then again be swept by the strongest orgasm. Moreover, the orgasms were increasing in intensity, and each subsequent one was longer and stronger than the previous one.
After the tenth orgasm, I again inserted, now three fingers, into the sloshing womb of my girl, and two fingers of my other hand I generously lubricated with saliva and inserted into my chosen one's ass. She gasped in surprise, but I didn't give her time to recover, and my fingers started working both in her womb and in her ass, and my tongue returned to her clitoris. This time, it took only three touches to her clitoris for my beauty to again arch her whole body and again drench my fingers with a stream of orgasmic fluid, which flowed down to her anal opening, so I no longer needed to additionally lubricate my fingers for her ass. Now I started moving both hands not synchronously, but out of sync. If I inserted my fingers all the way into her womb, then the fingers in her ass I pulled out halfway. And when my fingers were all the way in her ass, the fingers in her womb came out halfway. Apparently, the change in rhythm pleased Olesya, and this time she managed to reach her twelfth peak even without my caressing her clitoris.
I was clearly counting the number of her orgasms and was amazed by female capabilities. One of my friends had talked about twelve orgasms, and my girlfriend had already reached that limit and seemed capable of even more; I was eager to test her maximum abilities, but first decided to ask my girl how she was:
"Olesya, how are you?"
"I'm good, you're an amazing lover," these words were an invitation for me to continue.
After a five-minute break, I first covered the surface of her thighs with my kisses, and then returned my fingers to her ass and vagina, and our little orgy continued. My tongue, after resting, worked with renewed vigor and brought my girl to her next peak in a matter of seconds. Confirmation of this was my girl's arching back, and her womb and anus rhythmically contracting around my fingers, with lubrication flowing in streams. Olesya's breasts were red from excitement, she was breathing quickly and intermittently and constantly moaning, and when she came, she even let out a little cry.
The next orgasm, already the fourteenth in count, was not as stormy as the previous ones; roughly up to the twelfth, the strength of the orgasms only increased, and after that, it began to decline. But I still continued the caresses and brought my girl to her fifteenth and sixteenth orgasms. After the sixteenth orgasm, my girl, clearly tired, said:
"Egor, I can't take any more."
But while I was pleasing my girl, my cock had risen again, and I took Olesya in a side position. When I was close to my peak, I found her clitoris with my hand and started caressing it, and she again came for the seventeenth time. Feeling her contractions, I also came, but only for the second time. We caught our breath and lay embraced for a while longer. Then I brought food to bed for my beloved. She was completely satisfied; she looked a bit tired, but she was glowing with happiness.
"You gave me indescribable pleasure, thank you for such sex, my boy."
"I'm glad you liked it; I didn't think you were capable of coming so many times."
"Yes, that's how we are," my future wife laughed cheerfully.
"I didn't think I could give you such pleasure."
"The main thing is love and tenderness from your partner; then it's easier to relax and trust your partner."
Subsequently, such marathons also happened for us, but not always. Sometimes my beloved herself asks me to do it like that time, and I understand everything, and a series of my wife's orgasms begins.
Women are capable of things we can't even dream of. And their ability to come many times is further proof of that; the main thing is a man who strives to give pleasure to his lady. And believe me, a satisfied woman is the most wonderful woman in the world.