Jean:
"Once you've gotten past the third one, it's just wonderful forever more!"
I lay there, with Monica's tongue caressing my clitoris and labia. I panted as I remembered how we'd gotten here, and where we were going. "Where no man has gone before....."
No, that wasn't true, although it was, in a way. My husband Scott was a loving partner and I loved him dearly. I had attempted to explain that to Monica. She had been pestering me about my sex life, how good it was, what Scott did well, and how many orgasms I'd have each night... That one threw me.
"How many per night? What do you mean? I'm lucky to have one, and then I get too sensitive to be touched."
"Oh, you poor sweetheart," Monica almost purred. "You should be having four to ten, at least, if you're doing it right."
"Four to ten? I'd be screaming in pain. As it is, if Scott gets me to climax with his tongue I usually give him a blow job and call it a night." I sighed, "Although sometimes he looks so dejected at not having regular sex I sometimes have to grit my teeth and let him pump away on me."
"And you don't come from that? I mean from the vaginal sex after the oral sex?" Monica asked.
"No, like I said I'm so sensitive at that point, I'm just trying not to scream from pain. Although one night I moaned from the pain and Scott came, thinking I had too." I shook my head. "But no, I rarely have any kind of orgasm from penetration, a small one sometimes, but rarely anything. Never a big one. Scott gives me those sometimes from oral, but then we don't have vaginal sex and I think that hurts him. So most often I skip oral and just let Scott get off in me. Although he does seem to enjoy my blowjobs, just not as much, I think."
"Jean, you just need to teach your body how to behave. You should have learned that in high school or college. Every woman should be multi-orgasmic. It's a matter of training really." Monica gave me a cheshire cat grin. "And I'm the girl who going to teach you!"
I objected, saying that it would be cheating, but Monica countered that oral sex wasn't really sex, it was just some fun, and besides, think how happy Scott would be when we could have sex several times a night, oral, vaginal, anal. "What, anal? No, that's filthy and disgusting."
Monica shrugged and said, "We'll leave anal for now. But let's start slow. Do you like breast play? Are your nipples sensitive?"
As I was explaining how my nipples could be erogenous, but it became irritating if Scottie played with them too much.
"Like he's trying to tune in the radio station?" Monica laughed. "Some men are like that. I'll show you how to play with nipples and you can teach him." While she was saying that she unbuttoned my blouse and had it and my bra off. Her top and bra followed. "Give me your hand and do to me what I'm doing to you."
For the next hour she played with my breast, rolling the nipples, stroking and squeezing my breast, sucking and licking the nipples and other parts of the breast Scott had never considered. I did it back, as my vaginal secretions built into a flowing river. Eventually, I had what I would now consider a medium size orgasm, but then seemed like a tsunami. And she had only touched my breasts!
Monica gently kissed my lips as I laid back enjoying the afterglow. "That's enough for today. Think about it. If you want to learn more, let me know. We can have daily lessons until you learn how to have multiple orgasms each time."
She smiled wickedly at me: "Once you've gotten passed the third one, it's just wonderful forever more!"
You bet I wanted to learn more. I love Scott but that orgasm was better than any I'd had before. And just from breast play! But if I showed Scott how to do that to me without learning more, I'd be too sensitive all the time and Scott would never get laid. I had to take Monica's course.
That's when my sister-in-law Sheila had to stick her nose in. She'd gone out on a few girl's nights with Monica, and in fact had taken me to my first one. But after a few, she claimed to have gotten creeped out by Buckie and his friends, men that Monica liked to meet with at the dance clubs so we had partners to dance with. It kept us from being hit on by the sleezy guys at the clubs. Now Sheila claimed that Monica's friends were the sleezy ones, even though they'd always been gentlemen with her and me.
Sheila demanded that I avoid Monica. She said that nothing good would come of being with her. "Oh, ho," I thought, "you should see the way she makes me squirt!" Sheila and I were like sisters, but with me spending time with Monica's lessons and Sheila's demands that I not spend time with my friend, we drifted apart. It was a couple of months since I'd seen her.
Whenever we'd meet thereafter, Monica would make love to me. I mean, really make love. We'd make out and grope each other. I make it sound like a couple of teenagers in the back seat of a sedan, but Monica was like a virtuoso pianist, knowing just what keys to play on my body. I never realized just how horny a person could get. But Monica's lessons began slow, with make-out sessions and breast play.
By the time she slipped a hand down my pants, my jeans looked like I had peed then. I was gushing and screamed when her finger found my clit. I came instantly and like an epileptic having a fit. I jerked and screamed and went rigid. Then I did it all over again.
Then I grabbed her hand and ripped it away from me. "God, don't touch me anymore! I can't take any more!" I curled up and panted, out of breath. But what an orgasm. I could still feel it coursing through my body, from my toes to my nose. I was still shivering from it. Monica brushed my hair with her hands and let me come back down.
"Now," she was almost clinical in her tone. "Let's see how long you stay sensitive. It's important to know. Take off those pants. And the panties," she added.
Every few minutes she would reach down and gently slide her hand over my genitals, noting when I could accept a touch to my labia and when my clitoris could finally be touched without my jumping off the bed.
"Now," she licked her lips, "we begin!" She slid down the bed and buried her face in my pie. No kissing a trail down my stomach, no licking the thighs, just right into a pie eating contest. I flinched, big time.
"Relax, sweetheart," Monica said. "Your body has to learn that it's not one and done. I'm going to see if I can tease another out of you now." And she did. And her neighbor pounded on the wall demanding that I shut up. I had to hold a pillow over my face. I'd thought she played by tits like a concert pianist, but I am nicknaming my clitoris "Stradivarius" and Monica can play it anytime she wants!
But then we plateaued at two orgasms. After that I was either dead or too sensitive. I know, opposite ends of the spectrum, but that's where we were. Monica tried various things. She already had me going down on her, sometime in 69's and times just for her gratification. I didn't really enjoy it, but it was titillating and only fair considering the heights she was bringing me to with her tongue. Monica thought that giving pleasure was part of how my body needed to prepare for multiple orgasms. The multi-gasm was how I thought of it.
She also thought one of my problems was climaxing from vaginal sex so toys were added to our play, vibrators, strap-ons and anal plugs. I bulked at the last, still believing anal play was disgusting. But Monica asked me if I wanted to get to the point where I was having rolling orgasms, one after another. I gave in and when Scott wasn't home, kept an anal plug up my rectum. It was kind of kinky but I don't think it added any horniness to my being. But I did it for Monica.
