Cum Together While I Clench My Cunt.

“His pants don’t come off until I orgasm,” I say in my Pillow Princess paradigm.

Sometimes, though, he cums while his pants are still on, too. Sometimes, we both fin­ish at the same time while nei­ther of us is moving. 

I’ll start with the case in point that makes peo­ple go, “Wow, that is so hot” when I retell it. This post wasn’t orig­i­nal­ly meant to be erot­ic, but my ovu­la­tion brain want­ed what it wanted.

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We were in the woods near his house in Bumfuck, Egypt. It was his fish­ing spot and his sanc­tu­ary, seclud­ed enough that when I whis­pered, “How loud can we be with­out get­ting caught?” he reas­sured me that nobody would hear us.

He was a good boy who took direc­tion well, fol­low­ing my every com­mand to angle his fin­gers back behind my cervix, then for­ward, then bend them back and forth until I came. Despite my rever­ber­ant sighs and moans in the for­est, nobody else was there to hear. It was all for him.

The sun was set­ting by the time one of my arms draped over his shoul­der, my oth­er hand on his chest, and he held my wrist to guide it down to his now-​unzipped pants and hard cock.

“What are you think­ing about?” I asked, clos­ing the space between us, lean­ing up against his ear. My palm and extend­ed fin­gers moved up and down his length, and my thumb traced the head.

“I think you know.”

“No, I don’t. Tell me.” I want­ed to hear his low, grav­el­ly voice say it.

“I’m think­ing about what you texted me earlier.”

“Me on top of you, look­ing into your eyes while I slow­ly low­er myself on your dick?”

“Yeah.”

And that was exact­ly what we did, with my skirt still on, my panties pulled to the side, and one hand behind me, cup­ping his balls.

At least, that was what we did until those four words.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” he said, which I took to mean, “If you’re going to protest this action, this is your last chance.”

I slowed down the rock­ing of my hips, but I didn’t stop rid­ing until I asked, “How close are you?”

He whis­pered, “Very,” with an urgent tremor in his voice.

So I paused, sat on his dick, and took a deep breath in still­ness. I want­ed more.

Fuck, why is he so hot, I thought to myself, clench­ing my pussy, my eyes shift­ing from his dilat­ed pupils to his soft, slight­ly part­ed lips. I had nick­named him “Pillow Lips” for a reason. 

Fuck, why is he so hot. Breath in. Breath out. I clenched my throb­bing cunt hard­er around his dick. My hands gripped his tighter while I thought about how his bot­tom lip felt between my teeth.

Inhale. Sigh. Clench.

FUCK, WHY IS HE SO HOT.

And I just remem­ber widen­ing my eyes, look­ing into his, feel­ing the pres­sure in my hips, and think­ing, Oh. OH, this is hap­pen­ing. The invol­un­tary clench­ing and shak­ing over­took me, legs shak­ing on either side of him. 

I had cum via med­i­ta­tion and pelvic floor con­trac­tion before, but nev­er while with a new part­ner and sober — until then. And I came again and again. Maybe it was the copi­ous amount of herbal aphro­disi­ac lube on my side of the con­dom. Whatever hap­pened, it was magic.

Neither of us knew it at the time, but the oth­er had cum, too, simultaneously.

“Hey, I came,” he stopped me as I start­ed rid­ing his dick again.

“Oh, okay.” I paused and moved up. ”Well, I still want to ride your pret­ty face.” It wasn’t long before I came a few more times, hands hold­ing his, head thrown back, look­ing up at the trees sur­round­ing us, scream­ing into the void.

Only dur­ing our debrief a few days lat­er did he real­ize what had happened.

“I still often think about that time I wasn’t try­ing to get either of us off but made us both cum at the same time,” I texted him.

“Hey, at least you came!”

“Yeah, like six times.”

“I made you cum 6 times?! I must be awesome.”

I’ve said it before in an inter­view, and I’ll say it again: “It was then that it occurred to me that peo­ple don’t think of women hav­ing five, six, ten orgasms in one ses­sion as normal.”

Well, this good boy didn’t stop at six the next time I saw him; we went beyond 10, and I lost count at some point while he fist­ed me. And we came simul­ta­ne­ous­ly while fuck­ing — that time, inten­tion­al­ly fill­ing me with cum.