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Three Minutes
The following is the 73rd submission to the FishTank. It is only the second erotic story this author has written. It is a complete story at 2,008 words. In her words, "This story is about a woman who tries something new after a discussion with her best friend. It's primarily a stroke story." Also according to the author, because it is only her second story, anything we might suggest could be helpful.
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Three Minutes (F-solo, toys, anal)
By Sagittaria
sagittaria@softhome.net
"Three minutes? It only takes you 3 minutes??" Vicky fairly shrieked.
"Shhh!" Betsy replied, looking around to be sure no one else was seated nearby. "Yes, 3 or 4, like I said. Why? How long does it take you?"
Vicky blushed slightly at that point. "Well, I've never timed it," she said. "But what's the point of rushing? I like to be sensual and enjoy all of the feelings, not just orgasm. I don't even bother masturbating unless I know I'll have an hour or more, and if I come, that's great. But if not, then at least I've had a good time."
Now it was Betsy's turn to be astonished. "You masturbate - for an HOUR? And you don't even COME?"
"Try it sometime, you silly. We're not talking about a race here, so why rush to the finish line? Now listen, I need to get back to work. Thanks for lunch! It's a great way to start the week."
Betsy awoke on Saturday morning feeling horny. She didn't have a partner at the moment, but thought, "Like the song says, 'If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with!" She yawned and stretched, then reached over and got a squirt of lube from the pump bottle on her dresser. She lay back and began moving the fingertips of her right hand in circles around her clitoris, starting slowly but soon picking up speed. Within 1 minute, her clitoris was erect and this was beginning to feel very good indeed. Within 2 minutes, she had moved her left hand down to her vagina and begun moving 2 fingers in and out while her right hand continued its circles. Her hips were pushing up against her hands and everything was feeling wonderful when she remembered her conversation with Vicky.
With some difficulty, Betsy stopped masturbating and thought about what Vicky had said. Would it really be better if she made it last longer? There was certainly no way she could continue what she'd been doing for an hour - she'd be spent after 5 minutes. What else could she do? Betsy got out of bed and opened the closet, where she dug out the double dildo she had bought some time ago. She'd never used it with another person, but it was the only way to buy a dildo that was nice and long without having it be impossibly thick as well. "If I'm going to do this for an hour, I'll need some mood music," she thought. She put 3 of her favorite CDs in the player and turned it on. There, that should keep playing for a while. She also grabbed a towel to have around afterwards.
Betsy lay back on the bed and looked at the 12-inch dong in her hand. "What's your name?" she asked it. It didn't reply. "That's okay," she told it, "better the quiet type than a guy who only talks about himself." She rubbed the head of it up and down her labia and started to insert it, but found she was much too dry. "Okay, I can do this," she thought. An hour? Might as well start slow. She brought her hands up to her breasts, caressing them and kneading them gently. When she felt her nipples begin to erect, she included rubbing and pinching them in her ministrations. This made her feel pleasantly warm and she began moving her hands further, all over her torso, but always coming back to her breasts. Soon she realized this feeling had reached a plateau - she had succeeded in mildly arousing herself, but the breasts by themselves weren't going to take her any further. "Have I at least filled 15 minutes?" she wondered, and looked at the clock. SHIT! It had only been 5 minutes! Betsy couldn't believe it, and turned the clock around so she wouldn't torture herself further. "Okay, I can do this," she repeated, and reached for the lube again.
She moved her now-slippery fingers back to her vulva, but didn't go straight for the clitoris this time. Instead she tried to tease herself, to prolong the session. She slid one finger up and down just inside her labia, as she had done earlier with the dildo. She jumped as she brushed her clitoris on the upstroke - yes, that was nice. Parting her outer lips with her left hand, she moved her right index finger along the line where her inner lips began, first one side and then the other. She let the finger slip inside her vagina and enjoyed the sensation, but didn't leave it there yet. Instead she continued her leisurely explorations, trying to forget about the clock on the dresser.
Betsy soon began to notice that her arousal was increasing. Her vulva was hot to the touch and her clitoris was once again erect. Most importantly, one or two fingers tentatively entering her cunt wasn't able to satisfy her any longer. It was time for the dildo. She picked it up and talked to it again. "You need a name. I think I'm going to call you Fred." Betsy examined Fred carefully, trying to decide which of his two heads to use, and concluded that they were identical. She rubbed her slippery hand over the nearest head, although extra lubrication was hardly necessary at this point, and then slowly began to fuck herself with it.
The dildo was a "realistic" model (even though it was bright green), meaning each head was penis-shaped, with a coronal ridge, and there were veins on the shared shaft. Betsy gasped with pleasure as the head slipped inside her sensitive cunt. She was longing to plunge in as much of the dildo as she could take, but forced herself to go slowly and concentrate on every sensation. She fucked herself with just the head of the dildo at first, loving the way the ridge felt as it repeatedly slid against the top of her vaginal opening. Was this her G-spot? Probably not, that was supposed to be farther inside, but this felt good anyway.
When she could resist no longer, Betsy allowed Fred to begin penetrating her more deeply. Although not impossibly thick, the dildo was a decent width, and it felt wonderful as it stretched Betsy's cunt to let it inside. Switching to her left hand, she moved the dildo in and out, letting it go in just a fraction of an inch deeper on each stroke. With her right hand, she began to alternately tweak her nipples and stroke her clitoris. She really did lose track of time at this point, reveling in the sensations, until she realized that Fred had gone where no man had gone before - she had taken about 8 inches inside her and could take no more. Her vaginal muscles squeezed the intruder with delight.
At this point she took hold of the dildo in her right hand again, and began pumping fiercely, pistoning it into herself with long, hard strokes, loving the intense feeling that was not pain, but was more than just pleasure. "Oh, Fred," she called to her faceless lover. With her left hand she pinched and rolled her nipples, again almost but not quite to the point of pain. She moved her left hand down to her clitoris to give it the same treatment, but at the first touch realized she had better not touch it again, or this session would abruptly be over. She was amazed at how erect her clitoris was, straining to bring her to the natural goal of this activity.
"Prolong the sensation," Betsy remembered, and managed to slow Fred down to a more sustainable level. Getting a better grip, she encountered his other head and a wicked idea occurred to her. She slid the dildo out until only a couple of inches remained in her cunt, then liberally lubed up the other head and began rubbing it around her anus. Oh, that felt good. Betsy enjoyed anal stimulation, especially when she was already this worked up. Why had she never thought of using Fred for a double penetration? She continued her motion, stimulating herself as well as lubing up her anus, and then gently pressed the head into her anus until it finally popped in past her sphincter muscle. The sensation was incredible. The first moment of anal penetration was always intense, and Fred's continued presence in her cunt made it even more so.
She experimented with how to move the dildo so that both ends could fuck her without slipping out. Finally she settled on a sliding stroke, only about an inch each way, which allowed the dildo to move smoothly between the two openings. After 3 or 4 of these strokes Betsy was surprised to feel her orgasm beginning. "No! Mustn't ... come!" She tried to stop herself, but it was too late. Betsy fell back on the bed, panting. Is this how a man feels when he comes too quickly? Because she had tried to stop it, she hadn't got the full enjoyment of the orgasm, but nevertheless a physical release had occurred and her body, at least, was done.
The part of Fred in her ass suddenly just felt uncomfortable, rather than erotic, and she removed it and wiped it clean with the towel she had kept nearby. This caused the other end to move slightly within her cunt, and to her surprise it still felt really good. She'd never been able to have more than one orgasm before. If she touched her clit after coming, it was much too sensitive to be enjoyable. She hadn't thought that vaginal stimulation would be any different, but it was. She no longer desired the fast fucking she had been giving herself, but instead moved Fred slowly, gently, like a caring lover. This must be the feeling Vicky had described - sensual pleasure that seemed like it could go on for an eternity, without the strong urge to climax that Betsy usually felt while masturbating.
"Fred, you're the best lover I've ever had," Betsy murmured. She felt a little silly talking to a dildo, but the sound of her voice adding to the fantasy in her head was turning her on even more. "You feel so good inside me, you're so thick and hard ... give it to me, Fred!" By this time Betsy had actually forgotten that time existed. She was surprised to realize she was again pumping the dildo in and out as hard as before, and that she could come at any moment, or choose to prolong it until she was ready. This time Betsy was determined to fully participate in and enjoy the moment of orgasm. She switched her left hand to the dildo and with her right hand began making fast, tight circles around her clit. Her hips were bucking wildly against both her hand and the dildo. "Fred! I'm coming!" she shouted as fireworks went off under her closed eyes. The orgasm seemed to last longer than it ever had before. Betsy continued gently stroking her clitoris as she withdrew the dildo and lay back limp on the bed. Finally she was able to open her eyes and breathe normally again. She stretched and yawned, and then got up to begin her day.
Monday morning seemed to drag on for Betsy, until it was finally noon and time for her weekly lunch date with Vicky. As she arrived at the restaurant and was led to Vicky's table, she could hardly wait to tell Vicky about her experiment. But Vicky spoke first. "Betsy! You'll never believe what I have to tell you. Remember last week, when we were talking about ..." she looked around, and lowered her voice in case anyone was in hearing range, " ... your 3 minutes? Well, I decided to try something new this week, and I came in only 15 minutes! I just couldn't believe it! And I'll bet I can get faster with practice."
"That's great, Vicky!" Betsy said. "And I have something to tell you, too."
THE END