Orgasm and other averages

It takes the average woman eight minutes to achieve orgasm.

But I am being specific here and so averages are just my fucking jumping off point.


Less Than Average:

What I used to like to do to get off quickly was go out to a dance club on Wednesday night right down the street from my apartment. Acid jazz. Horrible stuff. The city was addicted to it. I would dance there for awhile until I found someone who was tall enough and had their hair correctly braided. Oh, and did not smile.

Whispering one soft hello in their ear, I would lead them silently by the hand and walk them back in the direction of my apartment but we would never end up there. Instead, I would take them on a shortcut that was a series of alley ways through a housing project. This is when they would say something funny and I would smile like I thought it was amusing when it was only awkward an obvious outward signal of their nervous excitement.

These alleyways ended by a Chinese restaurant beside where I lived. Around behind the restaurant was an even smaller alley paved with cement in upheaval. It was unlit and full of curious black barrels, milk crates and very often, discarded noodles and needles.

I would stop at the middle of this space, push him against the tagged brick wall and drop his hand so I could pull his low hanging pants down far enough to free his cock. Interestingly, not one of these guys ever tried to be funny at that moment. Then, pulling up a dry milk crate I would sit in front of him and shove his cock in my mouth, simultaneously dropping my long legs open wide and straight, right across the aleey, so I could push his hand into my vagina and thumb into my clit.

They usually beat me, but I’d come in under 5 minutes on average.



More Than Average:

Quite often, a fast orgasm, is not as good as a long one. Or, if it is fast there might to be the compensatory multiple experiences.

Recently, while visiting some island that is exactly the opposite of what island conjures up in the average Western imagination, I had the good fortune to have someone between my thighs for a very long time. During this time his patience and rhythm led me to orgasm so slowly, only after a very long time, that I nearly fainted with anticipation. Much longer than eight minutes. Just this short recollection of his tongue all over my clitoris, mouth pressing against my labia and hands wrapped all the way around my thighs make me so wet right now that I have to stop writing and go pour red food colouring and corn syrup on my genitals and put my fingers inside myself for a while.

The first time, for real.

Asleep in the back of the truck, warm in my Woods down sleeping bag. Red, puffy.

I get woken up because I am moving. That’s okay. Nice feeling of moving but warm and comfortable at the same time.

And then we stop. And the giant appears at the back of the truck . And looking at me. He is a big man with long hair on his head and some on his face too.

I sit up.

I am still in my sleeping bag.

He gingerly lowers the back gate of the truck and kneels in front of me. His hand can cover my entire head and neck. He unzips his pants and pushes into my mouth. I don’t breathe. I don’t stay there. I watch. I know him but I don’t because he is only familiar. I get hot. I want out of my sleeping bag but I can’t move right now. I see.

It gets fast and I get hotter. Things sparkle and crack. I continue to watch. I am glad to finally be free of the hot down sleeping bag but, dressed in panties, I know I might soon get cold. But I don’t. There are more sparks. And I try to see but everything becomes closely related tones of gray. I can still watch through my skin. I grow cold finally. The moving stops and I try to reach my sleeping bag but it is now lost.

I don't miss it but I miss being warm and all the speed was making me warm too.

First Blow

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Run In With Scissors

You are too far away so I go downtown to the lesbian night. It is not very busy but I do not notice because I immediately go to the small square dance floor. There are mirrors. I cannot hate the music and lose track of time. A few girls try to dance with me but they are short so I move away.

Just before I am about to leave, a girl slightly taller than me and almost as thin wanders onto the dancefloor but does not dance. She has long black hair and is wearing a ripped white slip as a dress. Underneath I can see her the underside of her breasts.

I move immediately to her and put my hand inside the hole in her dress, making it bigger, and look up into her face. She is wearing contact lenses that make her brown eyes blue. She leans slightly forward and kisses me. She uses her tongue.

I drive her to my home. I walk downstairs to my basement and expect her to follow. After a few minutes and some mumbling, she comes halfway down the stairs and sits down. She pulls her slipdress up to her hips. I can see that she has a short ling of dark pubic hair. I pull off my own skirt and halter top and wrap my arms around my naked self and dig my fingernails into the back of my ribs and pull around to my front leaving long red scratches. I turn and lie facedown on the bed in the corner.

After a very long time I feel her climb on top of me. First, she bites my neck until I have to yell out for her to stop. The minute her teeth let go she forces all five of her fingers inside of me hard.

I roll over and her fingers come smoothly out only to go back in, further. I bite her nipple and she pulls out her thumb to rub my clitoris. I use my hands to pull her hair as hard as I can and she only smiles and runs her tongue up my sternum.

I hear the door upstairs open and close and I realize I have not locked the door. But my attention is immediately returned to the fist that is now moving in and out of me and the tongue and teeth in my ears.

At the foot of the bed is another woman. She is also very tall but with very large breasts that I can see underneath her coat. In her right hand she has some long-bladed sewing scissors.

She also climbs onto the bed and runs the closed scissors up and down the back of the girl fisting me. Slowly she inserts the closed scissors inside her. Her breath catches and she takes her fist out of me to pay attention to the sharpness inside her. I sit up quickly and watch. The scissors move in and out of her slowly and she does not move.

I stand up and press my genitals into the black haired girls face. She rolls her tongue around on my clitoris. The other woman removes the scissors form her cunt and uses them to cut at her hair. She randomly chops pieces of her hair off, which is difficult because the scissors are now so wet and sticky. As I watch pieces of her hair fall onto my breasts and hips I orgasm slowly and I have to sit down.

The woman with the scissors turns to me and I open my legs for her. This time she slowly opens the scissors and slides the bottom blade inside me. I watch as it disappears inside my vagina and the upper blade softly presses into the flesh above creating a red line. Once, twice, and on the third entry a small perfect line of blood begins to be up out of the red line. The other girl, her hair now still long but only in parts, has knelt beside the bed and is licking her middle finger. She softly presses this finger into my ass and adds one, two, three more of her fingers as the scissor quietly cut me. I shutter softly trying to stop my orgasm from causing deeper wounds.

Without a cock to suck I had ended up cutting myself to shreds.

Those Blowjobs

Those blowjobs. My I do enjoy giving them.