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“Lie on your back,” she instructed me and I spread my legs for her. She squeezed the cold lube onto my asshole and I flinched at the cold. She spread it around with her condom covered finger. “Does this feel okay?” she asked as her finger slipped inside of me. I groaned, and she stopped as my ass clenched. I forced myself to relax and began to feel wonderfully full as her middle finger slid all the way up to the knuckle.
“Yes,” I gasped. It must have been almost a whisper. She curled her finger up towards my stomach in a motion that would have looked like a “come here” sort of motion. My legs twitched. Emma couldn’t stifle her laugh.
“Did I find your reset button?” she joked. She continued to stroke the inside of me in this same motion, and the sensation began to create. My ass felt hungry for whatever she was feeding it. A tingling grew deep inside of me that was hard to describe. My cock began to stiffen and grow hard, and a drop of precum pooled at the tip of my cock.
“Ready for two fingers?” She asked. I managed a nod. “You’re so flushed, it’s hot,” Emma commented before slipping her two condom covered fingers into my ass. My legs began to shake and the tingling pressure built. Double the fingers meant double the pleasure in this case. Emma resituated herself alongside me as she flexed her fingers and pumped her arm to hit that magic “reset button” she had talked about. Her hands were strong, and they flexed in the same way Spider-Man’s hands did as he shot his webs. Judging from the sensation building right behind my cock, in my pubic area, I’d be the one shooting his webs soon.
My legs shook leaves in fall, desperately trying to remain on their branches. Emma took this as encouragement. I couldn’t control my moans which trembled along with my legs. I felt the crescendo of an orgasm building up, and Emma could sense it with her newfound spidey senses. I could already tell what was about to happen was much more intense than a regular orgasm. When, inevitably, cum began to pour out of my cock, several unique things happened. That crescendo of an orgasm never stopped. I had grown used to ejaculation being the climax in the bedroom, but this climax seemed to preserve the sensation of the strongest point of an orgasm, stretch it out, and even increase it. It was like climbing the first hill of a rollercoaster that went upward forever. Cum poured out of my cock like a faucet left on and forgotten about. Spasms of pleasure racked my body and noises escaped my mouth beyond my control.
I couldn’t form a single word in this state, but thank goodness Emma didn’t stop. Soon the room we were in disappeared, the bed I lay on, and even Emma in all her beauty as her tits jiggled beneath her shirt disappeared. I was adrift in a sea of orgasm, tethered to reality only by the relentless pumping of Emma’s fingers. Years in this alternate, orgasmic universe must have been minutes in the real world. When Emma’s hands slipped out of me, I came to my senses several minutes later, her sweaty form lying next to me.
“I better use my other arm next time, otherwise I’ll have one jacked arm and one tiny one,” she joked. I laughed and looked down at my stomach. It was covered in what looked to be a pint of cum.
“Fine,” I relented. “I’ll do it.”
“Do what?” Emma asked.
“See someone who won’t just take, but will give,” I smiled.
“Me?” she asked as we lay next to one another.
“You’re my best friend,” I smiled. “And you just changed my life with an orgasm. My brain isn’t working right now, but maybe that makes it the best decision I’ll ever make. When the circuits are fried and I know all I want is you.” Emma smiled and leaned in and kissed me. She pulled back and a hushed quiet fell over us.
“Life changing, huh?” she finally asked. “All you want is me? Do I get to see a romantic side of you now?”
“Very,” I sighed. “I’m a convert.”
“It was hot having you so thoroughly wrapped around my finger,” she laughed. “I could get used to that. It was kind of a power trip.”
“Seize that power whenever you want,” I smiled. “Seriously… my ass is yours now.”
“Ooooo, don’t make promises you’ll regret,” Emma laughed. I just stared back at her. Her eyes were pools of bronze that swam with equal parts happiness, adventure, and mischief.
“Whenever. You. Want.” I enunciated each word. Emma appeared lost for words, so she just kissed me. We moved into the shower and cleaned up and spent the rest of the day milling about in the comfort of our own skin. We sat on the couch next to one another, soaking in our newfound connection as we both practiced our introverted passions. Emma began a life drawing of me, and I began to write poetry about her.

NSFW: yes

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