My answer: more than 10

Maybe not you. Or your man… but the guy I was with this weekend…

I came over to his and he already scooped me up in the elevator. Kissing me with such ferocity, holding me tight, that my heartbeat was drumming in my chest. He put me down on the bed and kissed me, hands on my body and tongue in my mouth as I hooked my feet behind his waist. I could feel his touch becoming even more needy, if that was even possible. I know he tried to hold back, taking things slower than he wanted. (We had both edged for days and, initially, I didn’t come over for sex.)

We took off our jeans, shirts, socks. He pushed me back on the bed and kissed me again, cupping my neck and my waist. He only stopped the kiss to tell me how much he had wanted and waited for this all day. My hands were in his hair and behind his neck, or on his back pulling him closer. The kisses grew more passionate and possessive, his hands roamed on my body and touched every spot of my soft skin within reach. His mouth moved to my neck and down my throat, I bit my lip and moaned as his tongue traveled over my skin and gave me goosebumps. Taking his time to caress and suck on my tits, caressing my thighs, capturing my mouth with his again. My mind was spinning as I laid there, breathing heavy beneath him. Eventually his hand found its way between my legs and we took off our underwear.

Long story short… we pleasured each a crazy amount of times. I jerked him off… sucked him off… fucked him… in so many ways. It was nasty and needy and narcotic. And after each time… he got hard again…

I didn’t bother keeping up count with my own orgasms during this weekend, countless, but he fascinated me as much as he turned me on. Three times in three hours he shot his cum on me… the next day started just the same… and he got hard again and again so we pleasured each other again and again in different ways. After hours, he took me out for dinner. As soon as we got back into bed… he wanted to start again. And so we had another two rounds of fun including a long blowjob I enjoyed giving, even though I was fully convinced he wasn’t able to do anything again after such an intense time. Well, he proved me wrong.

An extreme day came to an end and we went to sleep, happy and satisfied and I thought that’s it. What a fucking amazing and crazy time, a full day in bed just feeling each other… I was happy, I was so satisfied and done. He must have felt so milked dry and sore and exhausted, he couldn’t possibly get hard again, even when I knew he was turned on and wanted to do even more with me. I knew he wanted to use all weekend with me, but he did! We did so fucking much fucking. I was almost sorry for him that he couldn’t do any more but I was pretty exhausted myself, starting to get a little bit sore, feeling the spanks and the pounding each time I sat up.

But then he proved me wrong once again… when he woke me up with a hard-on the next day, pretty assertive and demanding to use our morning for some more fun…

I didn’t know I had this much energy to last and the potential to cum this much myself. I didn’t post about it on here, but the weekend prior was pretty similar… with dozens of orgasm on my part. In total for that week..? Maybe close to 100. So, after another unbelievably intense weekend, I was shocked I could even get up and walk on my wobbly legs.

But the shock about his energy exceeded everything. I didn’t even know this was possible. Not even my smutty books could come up with this much action and sell it to the reader. If you don’t believe my story… I don’t blame you. I couldn’t believe it myself if I wouldn’t have witnessed it with my own eyes… and fingers and tongue. This was so explosive and fervent. The sheer amount of times is absolutely astonishing. Astounding, remarkable. Unbelievable. We blew each others minds and fucked each others brains out. Ruined each other at least a little bit for future partners. And definitely broadened my horizon with this experience.