The Orgasm Competition

Sarah and Paul held each other in their arms for a long time. After a while Sarah said “Paul, I’m so sorry. I just want her so much. So so much. I can… I can still smell her… in there….” Her eyes turned longingly to the door. “Oh, I’m such a slut! Is this…. wrong of me?”

Paul sat on the bed and thought for a long time. After a while he said slowly “No. But Kate thinks it’s something wrong with her. And that’s why she’s miserable.” He stood up. “I have to talk to Kate.”

—–

Paul came into the kitchen. Kate was sitting at the table, scrolling on her phone. She looked up, her face sad but resolute. “I know what you’re going to say,” she said. “I’ll get out of your life. Her pussy will be back to normal in a few weeks, I promise. She’ll stop craving me sooner or later. Get married, have kids, do what… you people do.” She shrugged. “Guess guys like you and futas just can’t be friends. It doesn’t work.”

Paul stood behind her and put his arms around her neck. “I don’t believe that. There’s a way to make this work. We just have to find it.”

“Paul, as long as I’m here, she’s going to crave me. As long as she craves me, I’m going to fuck her. Sorry – I can resist, but only for so long. As long as I fuck her, she’s going to crave only me. She’s going to be ruined.”

“She has… other holes…”

“I’ll ruin those too. Stretch out her ass, core out her throat. Especially now you’ve told me you want them.” She shrugged again. “Sorry.”

Paul thought. “Maybe Sarah would be open to me seeing other people. Just for my physical needs. So that…”

“I’d take those too. You’d have a small window of time with each one between you meeting her and me meeting her.”

Kate hung her head, depressed. “We’ve tried everything. We tried you keeping her secret from me, with Eleanor – just made her more curious about me. We’ve tried me resisting – I gave you two years. Two full years! Two years when… when all the other women were…. flat. Bland. They were OK, but they were like vegan fake meat, you know? Knowing that there was one woman in the world I couldn’t have – 4 billion who would open their legs for me if I clicked my fingers, and one who would not – well, it just drove me crazy. It was all I could think about.”

“I try. I really, really try. I can keep my libido under control for a little while. And every time I last a little longer. But sooner or later I just…” She looked towards the bedroom door “… lose control.”

Kate turned and looked out of the small window by the fridge, at the cars and the people passing by on the street three floors below. “Futas, we just…. blow through this world like a hurricane. Breeding. Claiming. Ruining. And moving on. And then you guys have to eke out some sort of lives for yourselves in whatever we’ve left behind. Poor bastards.”

Paul walked around the table to sit down, and look at her thoughtfully. “What do you actually think of us, us…. ordinary, non-hyper, whatever people? How do you feel when you think of us? Contempt? Pity? Do you get a thrill when you think of how much more powerful you are than us? Or do you just – do what you want to do and not think about us?”

“Contempt?” Kate took a deep breath while she thought. “No, that’s too strong. I don’t hate you guys. I mean, you’re 99 point whatever percent of the world, so I’d better learn how to get along with you or I’ll be pretty lonely, right? Pity? Not exactly. It’s just… it’s kind of hard to relate to you lot, you know? Our problems are very different. I’ve never had to handle rejection, sexual frustration, yearning, having to wait between wanting something and having it. You know what I mean?”

Paul raised his eyebrows. “I know that very, very well. For a teenage guy, having a futa for a friend is…. it was tough. Every girl rushed to you to climb you like a tree, nobody was ever interested in me. Every party, you’d be upstairs in the bedroom with eight girls, I’d be on the sofa hitting the booze. I once managed to keep a girlfriend for a whole week before you claimed her. It was like you were playing with cheat codes on.”

Kate leaned back against the wall, folded her powerful arms, and chuckled at the memories. “A thrill at how much more powerful we are? Yeah, sometimes, I’ll admit. I know there are some futas out there who live for that. Assholes.” Her face became serious again. “Right now it feels more like a curse.”

“You know that clip from the Superman cartoon? I feel like I’m living in a world of cardboard? If I lose control for a single moment, somebody could die? That’s what it’s like. It’s just so…. easy to break you guys. I have to keep concentrating all the time. All the fucking time. Otherwise…. I see it, I want it, I take it, and now…. oh, whoops, a marriage is over because the escort bursa wife can’t feel the husband any more. Oh, whoops, this woman’s struggling to raise my kid as a single mom on a barista’s salary. You’re just so…. fragile!”

“Like Sarah?” Kate continued. “For me, that was 15 minutes of fun. One cumshot. I do that like 20 times a day, on a slow day. For you? Your life’s destroyed. She loves you but she wants me. She’s having my kid when it should be yours.”

Kate went back to looking out of the window. “I just don’t fit in this world! I’m too…. I’m too big! In every sense! I…. I don’t know. I’m just a freak. A monster. A hypersexual anomaly.”

“Hey!” Paul shouted. He tugged Kate back and turned her round. “Hey! If anybody else said those words to you, I’d rip their fucking guts out! Don’t say them to yourself.”

Kate smiled, and hugged Paul tight. “Oh, Paul. You’re too good for this world. A world with – hypers and futas and whatever in it. You’re just going to get crushed.” She stood back and smiled. “You’re the only one who just treats me like a person. Like I’m just… normal. Everyone else is in awe of my body or going crazy from my pheromones and you’re just like – yeah, that’s just Kate.”

She slammed one large hand down on the table. “I can’t lose that. I won’t do it. I’ll get this libido fixed. I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll go to therapy, I’ll get chemically castrated, I’ll do…”

“No,” said Paul. “No, no, no. Nobody’s doing that to my friend. Your libido is part of you, Kate. It’s you. Nobody’s cutting out part of you.”

“Then what!? What!?”

Paul thought. “OK. I don’t know where I’m going to go with this, but let me just think out loud.”

“You’re talking as if you and your libido are two different things. There’s Kate, and then there’s Kate’s libido, always lurking in the shadows. At any moment it might pounce and destroy whatever friendships, relationships, anything you try to build up.”

Kate looked at him, a tiny sparkle of hope dawning in her eyes. Was there somebody in this world who could actually understand her? “That’s what it feels like.”

“So,” Paul said, “a libido is basically just like a big dog. It really just wants to come out and play. But if you chain it up all its life and call it a bad dog, that’s how it will behave.”

Kate nodded. “So what do I do? I resist, and resist, and resist, but it always wins in the end.”

“Tell me what actually happened here today. Slowly. Every detail.”

“OK. Um, you’d left your books at college, so I came round. Sarah answered the door and invited me in, and I… well, when I saw her tits, and I saw her ass, and I started to feel my libido rising…”

“Well, I mean I can’t really blame you. That is the greatest ass of all time. Did she do that thing where she bends over and gives it a sort of half-wiggle? That’s what she does whenever she wants sex from me.”

“Oh, God, yeah! When she went into the kitchen for…” Kate stopped and looked at him curiously. “Paul, what are you doing? Are you…”

“Go with it, Kate. There’s something here for us.”

Kate raised her eyebrows. “OK. Well, um…. then she came back into the living room, and sat down, and we just…. looked at each other. And I felt my urges rising. And I tried to control them, I really did, but they’re just so… strong. I know I should have left then, because if I stayed I was going to…”

“Or you could have just told her she has a nice ass.”

Kate stopped dead. “What?”

“You saying my girlfriend doesn’t have a nice ass?”

“It’s fucking S-tier, mate. But…”

“Stop. Right now. How do you feel? Just say the first thing that comes into your head.”

Kate hesitated just a moment. “Light. Happy. Fun. Friend. Where are you going with this?”

“Totally different from when you were in the living room, right?”

“Well, yes, but…”

“Because you just gave your libido approval. For the first time in years.”

Kate was lost for words.

“Your libido loves you, Kate. It just wants to give pleasure to you and all the people you love. But you’ve been starving it. Telling it to just stand in the corner and wait. And it’s behaving like I did in there. Sitting in the corner, crying its eyes out, longing to make love with you, but doing what you ask because it loves you so much. You’ve been NTR-ing your libido, Kate.”

Kate threw her head back and roared with laughter. “Oh, God, Paul. Did you ever think a futa would be coming to you for help with her sex life?”

Paul pretended to brush dust off his shoulder.

“So you’re saying…” Kate began.

“You ‘lose control’ because you starve your libido until it has to eat something – anything – to survive. If you actually kept it fed and healthy, görükle escort I believe you could have the most amazing sex life imaginable. And if you don’t want to hurt people, you’ll find a way to do it without hurting anyone. I don’t believe it can’t be done.”

“But, like, Sarah…. I’m the only one who can satisfy her now…”

Paul cocked his head to the side. “Do you really believe that?”

“Well… I….”

“Kate, you’ve heard the expression ‘The sexiest organ is the brain’? Good sex is mostly psychological. It’s about two people connecting. What you do physically is…. important, and for great sex you need the physical and the psychological to sync up perfectly. But out of the two, it’s the mind that matters.”

Kate looked at him sceptically. “Yeah, I’ve heard that sort of idea. Love is all you need, and all that. Still doesn’t stop them flooding their pants as soon as they see my cock, though.”

Paul got up. “Come with me, Kate.’

—-

They came back into the bedroom. Sarah was sitting on the bed, still naked from the waist down. When she saw Kate, Sarah’s eyes immediately went to the bulge in her trousers. Her eyes widened a little and her pussy started to juice up.

“Sarah,” Paul said, “I wonder if you could help me and Kate settle a little bet.”

Sarah and Kate had already started the dance of their bodies gradually starting to arouse each other, but at these words they stopped, and gave Paul their full attention. “A bet?” Sarah asked.

“Yes. She was bragging about how her cock can satisfy you better than any ordinary man or woman could. So I bet her that I could give you the most powerful orgasm in your life using nothing but the tip of my little finger.” He held up his finger, and indicated the length up to the second knuckle. “There you are. I’m not allowed to touch you with more than that. Can I try?”

“Wait, what?” Sarah said. “You want to compete with THAT…. using THAT?” She settled back on the bed. “Well, OK, if you really want to try.”

Kate leaned back into the corner of the room, with her arms folded, and watched while Paul helped Sarah remove her top.

“OK, Sarah,” Paul said. “Just lie back and relax.”

Paul started by tracing his little finger down the middle of her forehead and then down her nose. He traced her eyebrows with it, then her eyelids gently, in a way that made Sarah close her eyes and gasp for breath a little. He traced down her nose again and then touched her lips briefly once, then again for just a little longer. He traced his finger left and right across her lips. She tried to suck it into her mouth and he pulled it away, then brought it back. This game continued for a while, with Paul keeping the tip of his finger just out of reach of Sarah’s lips, until finally he let her take half his finger into his mouth. He stroked the tip of her tongue with it very gently, then moved it in and out, letting Kate play with it with her lips and tongue, feeling the contrast between the warmth of her tongue and the cold air around.

His finger pulled out of her mouth and stroked her earlobes very gently, then continued its journey down over her chin then down the line down the middle of her curvaceous neck. It moved down the center of her chest then began to climb the mountain of one of those amazing breasts, her breasts looking even more enormous when contrasted with Paul’s little finger. The tip of his finger took a long long time to make its way all the way to the top of the breast. It slowed down as it got closer and closer to her nipple, then ground very slowly to a halt just a few millimeters away, before changing its mind and plunging back down into the valley between her breasts and repeating the process up the other side. This continued again and again, until on the fourth time Paul let his finger flick Sarah’s left nipple just once, very lightly and briefly.

Sarah gasped and raised her chest up off her bed, searching for more contact. Her pussy was gushing juices onto the bed by now.

Paul brought his finger back down and flicked her nipple lightly and briefly once again, then again a little more firmly, and then again and again, harder and harder, until it was pushing her nipple into that soft yielding breast flesh every time, creating a deep valley in the middle of the breast. Sarah was bucking her hips on the bed now, moving her head from side to side and panting in rhythm with Paul’s finger.

Paul gradually slowed the rhythm down until it came to a stop. Then his finger moved down in between her breasts again and up the other side, to flick her right nipple lightly and briefly, then harder and harder. Sarah’s right arm came up and grabbed hold of his arm to try to increase the pressure, but Paul said “Uh-uh. No cheating, Sarah.” Reluctantly she let her hand drop back to the bed and just surrendered to Paul’s control of the situation.

Kate was getting aroused by this point, and once again had to take off her trousers before her erection became too painful. Sarah took absolutely no notice.

Paul’s finger continued its journey down her body. It spent some time circling round and round her belly button before flicking it gently a few times, then headed down towards her pulsating, gasping, hungry pussy which by now was sending out one squirt of juice after another into the air in rhythm with Sarah’s fast-beating heart.

It slowed down as it stroked its way through Sarah’s neatly trimmed pubic hair and approached her clit, then changed its mind and changed course to explore its way down her right thigh.

“Noooooooo………” Sarah called and grasped for Paul’s arm to pull it back, then remembered the rules and just writhed on the bed in an agony of longing.

Paul’s finger made its way from the top of her right thigh down between her legs, and then traced its way up her legs towards that hungry cunt. It tickled and teased its way up her engorged, wet, hot right pussy lip, then down the left one, following the curve of the circle that they now made as her vulva gaped wide open. He moved it back up the left lip to finally flick her clit just once.

Sarah gasped and jerked her hips and screamed as her pussy gushed liquid in a stream into the air for a few seconds.

Kate’s eyes went wide, and her enormous cock was rampantly erect, pulsing up and down and emitting a spray of precum into the air every now and then. She was trying to resist stroking it, knowing that if she did, then flooding the room would come soon after.

Paul waited for her to calm down again, and then touched her clit with his finger once again. He stroked it lightly in all directions, before dipping his finger into her pussy. Right at the limit of the allowed length it touched her G-spot, causing her hips to buck wildly. He moved it backwards and forwards between her clit and her G-spot, building up a steady rhythm, getting harder and harder and listening for Sarah’s breath to catch on to the rhythm.

Then he stopped, and took his finger away completely, hovering his hand about 3 inches above her body.

“What? What? What are you…”

“I don’t think you really want this finger.”

“Paul! Paul, don’t… please…”

“Wouldn’t you rather have Kate’s 38-inch cock?”

“No! No! Please…”

“But her cock is so thick, Sarah. And it fills you up so good….”

“Paul you fucking bastard! Give me that finger! Give it to me! I need it!” She grabbed Paul’s wrist with both hands and used all her arm strength to make him plunge his little finger in and out of her cunt.

Paul finally let her satisfy her urges. By now their bodies were completely in sync, Paul’s conscious mind was relaxed and his intuition was telling him exactly what Sarah’s body wanted him to do next. Every sensation that Sarah felt in her body, Paul felt in his, and he moved his finger in the way that felt best to him. He plunged his finger in and out of her cunt from her clit to her G-spot and back again at exactly the rhythm Sarah needed. Sometimes he flicked her clit to take the sensation in her body up and further up. Sometimes he pushed down on the clit to take the sensation back down again.

Kate gave in to temptation and started jerking off as she watched the couple. Her two hands travelled rapidly from the base of her cock all the way to the tip, which she could just reach with outstretched arms.

He was in complete control of her orgasm. Her body had surrendered control to his finger completely. He took her up to the brink of orgasm, held her right on the edge for a few agonizing seconds, then finally took her over the edge. Sarah screamed her orgasm up at the ceiling. Paul used the precision control that his little finger allowed, his intimate knowledge of her body from their years of love-making, and above all his exquisite attention to hold her in orgasm for twenty full minutes. Every time her body tried to relax he moved his finger to exactly the right spot on her clit or her G-spot that would take her over the edge again.

Sarah was hoarse from screaming. “Paul… Paul…. Stop… No more…. I can’t…..”

Finally showing mercy, Paul pushed down on her clit firmly to bring the sensation down, moved his finger down over her clit and a little way into her pussy, and let her rest.

Sarah collapsed back on the bed, her face and breasts flushed a bright red, breathing deep and hard.

Then her eyes opened wide and she looked down her body. “Paul…?”

Her vaginal walls and lips had closed up and were gripping Paul’s finger very tightly.

They looked around for Kate, but she was nowhere to be seen.

From the bathroom came a roar of pleasure followed by an immensely loud rushing sound like a waterfall, as Kate filled their bathtub to the brim with her cum.