The 30 Minute Orgasm*

We covered my side of the bed with towels, ready for the possibility that we'd have a delicious, wet mess on our hands.

I lay back with my knees open while D liberally lubed my pussy. We don't usually use lube except for anal. This was the first departure from our usual routine. The lube (Liquid Silk) is thick and transluscent. "It already looks like I came on you," D said, as he began to stroke and tease me.

We were working from a plan that would allegedly lead to a 30 minute orgasm. We were both skeptical, but the allure of the goal was too great. And certainly the process would still be fun, even if I didn't come for half an hour.

D warmed me up with about five minutes of pussy stroking that infrequently and barely grazed my clit and entrance. Just lots of touching everything else. My internal lips were so sensitive, and I felt the arousal build. He then progressed to slow, rhythmic circles of my clit, as I began to do deep kegels, synched with belly breathing. It was yogic and hypnotic for a bit.

And then it wasn't. There was a rush from deep in my belly as the first orgasm approached. Following our plan, D switched from clit stroking to hard fingering, first with two, then three fingers. I continued to clench and unclench the muscles of my cunt, but lost the breathing as I came. After the orgasm began to abate, D switched back to my clit, and the arousal cycle began all over again, but from a much higher plateau.

My left hand gripped the towel beneath me, as though to anchor me down. As the next wave of orgasms began I could no longer focus on kegels or breathing, just on the feeling of D's hand and my spasming pussy. We worked through the cycle several more times, with the time between orgasms growing shorter. I jumped from the bed to grab my nipple clamps and add them to the mix. Silly not to have thought of them sooner. After we quickly ramped up again, it was clear that I had moved into a state of near-continuous orgasm. D switched to fingers inside only.

"I need more. Fill me up," I begged. It took four fingers. Four fingers that worked away inside me as I writhed ecstatically for the next dozen minutes or so. The towels were a good idea, as I squirted and trickled several times. He said that at one point he thought I was going to cry. I remember that point, and I was. Because it was a wholly new and overwhelming experience.

"It's been half an hour," D said. But I was nowhere near finished. There's no easy comedown from that sort of pleasure.

"Can you try to fist me?" I asked. This has been our leading unfulfilled act, something that intrigued and seduced me months ago, yet we've never been able to fully fist. I love the feeling of deep penetration. Of being completely filled. Of hard, fast fingers moving inside me. Of fingers alongside a cock in my aching pussy. This topic has been well-covered.

All four fingers went back in and then the pressure started. The pressure that I have been unable to bear in the past. The pressure that kept D's hand from finding its home deep inside me. Today I was able to work with the pressure, and while it was hard at times I didn't fight it.

Suddenly I felt intense rubbing deep inside and realized that D had pushed all the way in and was rotating his hand within my cunt. The unfamiliar feeling shocked and frightened me momentarily and suddenly became painful. I carefully slid myself off his hand. We talked for a moment about what had happened, and realizing that it was too much, too fast, proceeded again. I am proud of us for not letting the hiccup stop all forward motion, as it might have done in past scenarios.

This time his hand slid in more easily and I began to buck against him, trying to feel as much penetration as possible. With his free hand he began to circle my clit again, and the orgasm came almost immediately. We played with that for a bit as I continued to fuck his hand. Honestly, I was lost in the moment and I cannot describe the feelings with any details. Full. Powerful. Intimate. Joyful. He said that after I came (which time??) I relaxed further, allowing him to open his fingers. A final squirting orgasm signaled the end.

D removed his hand from me slowly as we marveled at what had finally happened. And despite, or possibly because of, the lengthy stimulation, I was still ready for a good fuck. Which we got. And even though a cock is smaller than a hand, I still orgasmed again from the penetration.

Yes, it is possible to give a 30 minute orgasm. But fair warning. It could just be the start of something big.

*This activity was inspired by a Men's Health UK article on the 30 minute orgasm. It was a challenge we just couldn't pass up, and we are very glad we didn't!

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