My FWB's Limit-Breaking Orgasms

She’s this stunning 26F, petite but curvy in all the right places. We’ve been FWB for about six months, mind-blowing sex whenever the mood hits. But last weekend we took things to a whole new level. I decided I was going to make her cum over and over until she couldn’t take it anymore. And holy shit, did she lose it.

It started innocently enough. She texted me Friday night: “Bored and horny. Come over?” I grabbed a bottle of wine and headed to her place, knowing exactly what I had in mind. She’s always been multi-orgasmic, but she’d never let me push her limits like this before. We’d talked about it in dirty whispers during sex – her fantasy of being “forced” to keep cumming, no mercy, until her body gave out. Consent was crystal clear; we talked about a safe word and she said, game on.

I get there, and she’s in this tiny black lace thong and a crop top that barely covers her perfect tits. No bra, nipples already hard from the chill or anticipation – who knows. We start with some making out on the couch, my hands roaming her body, teasing her nipples through the fabric until she’s squirming. I whisper in her ear, “Tonight, you’re mine. I’m not stopping until you beg me to… and even then, maybe not.” She moans, biting her lip, and nods eagerly.

I scoop her up and carry her to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed like she weighs nothing. I strip her slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin – her neck, her collarbone, down to her breasts where I suck and nibble until she’s arching her back. My fingers trail down to her pussy, and fuck, she’s already soaking wet, her thong drenched. I peel it off and dive in with my tongue, lapping at her clit like it’s my last meal. She’s sweet and musky, and her hips buck against my face as I flick and suck, building her up fast.

Her first orgasm hits quick, she’s gripping the sheets, thighs clamping around my head, crying out my name as she shudders. But I don’t stop. I keep going, adding two fingers inside her, curling them against that spot that makes her see stars. She’s gasping, “Oh god, wait, it’s too much!” but her body’s betraying her, grinding harder against me. I pin her hips down with my free arm, forcing her to take it. Second orgasm rolls in like a wave, her pussy clenching around my fingers, juices flooding my hand. She’s trembling now, but I can feel her getting even wetter.

I flip her over onto her stomach, ass up, and slide my cock into her from behind, slow at first, letting her feel every inch. She’s so tight post-orgasm, gripping me like a vice. I start thrusting deep, one hand on her clit rubbing circles while the other grabs her hair, pulling her head back just enough to arch her perfectly. “You’re gonna cum for me again, baby,” I growl. She whimpers, but nods, pushing back against me. I pick up the pace, pounding into her, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping and her moans turning into screams. Third one builds slow but explodes hard. She squirts a little, soaking the sheets, her whole body convulsing.

By now, she’s a mess, hair wild, skin flushed and sweaty, begging incoherently. “Please… I can’t… oh fuck, yes!” I pull out and flip her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. I grab her vibrator from the nightstand and press it right against her swollen clit while I finger-fuck her g-spot. No mercy. She’s thrashing, trying to close her legs, but I hold them open with my knees. “Cum for me, slut,” I command, and she does, fourth orgasm crashes over her, tears streaming down her face from the intensity, her voice hoarse from moaning.

She’s panting, barely coherent, but I can see that fire in her eyes. I slide back inside her, missionary this time, so I can watch her face. Slow, deep thrusts, grinding against her clit with each one. “One more,” I say, kissing her neck. She shakes her head weakly, but her nails dig into my back, urging me on. I speed up, hitting that perfect angle, and she cums again – fifth time, her pussy pulsing around my cock so hard it tips me over the edge too. I fill her up, groaning as we both ride it out.

But I’m not done. She’s limp, eyes fluttering, whispering “stop… too sensitive…” I ease off for a second, but then go back with my mouth, gentle at first, then building. She’s oversensitive, every lick making her jolt like electricity. Sixth orgasm sneaks up – smaller, but she arches violently, a silent scream as her body locks up. Seventh follows right after when I add fingers again, her begging turning into sobs of pleasure.

Eighth… ninth… I lose count. She’s a quivering wreck, cumming in waves now, each one blending into the next. Finally, on what must have been the tenth or eleventh, her eyes roll back, body goes completely slack, and she passes out cold – overwhelmed by pure ecstasy. I check her pulse (fine), cover her with a blanket, and hold her until she comes to about a few seconds later, dazed and smiling weakly. “That was… insane,” she murmurs, curling into me.

We cuddled, hydrated, and talked it out, she loved every second, said it was the hottest thing ever. Next morning? She woke me up with a blowjob, begging for round two.