She popped the little blue pill at eight o’clock, half laughing, half daring herself. “It’s for blood flow,” she told her boyfriend, already stripping off her jeans in the middle of the living room. “I want to see what happens when a girl takes it.”
By eight-thirty her clit was throbbing like it had its own heartbeat. She kept shifting on the couch, legs spread, rubbing the heel of her hand against the damp crotch of her panties. “Fuck, it’s working already,” she muttered. Her nipples were tight and sore against her tank top. Every brush of fabric felt like a tongue.
He watched her from the armchair, cock already hard in his fist. “Show me.”
She shoved the panties aside and spread her pussy lips with two fingers. Her clit stood out, swollen and shiny. She circled it once and her hips jerked. “Jesus. It’s too much.” She kept circling anyway, faster, until her thighs started shaking. When she came the first time it was quick and messy, a sharp grunt and a gush that soaked the cushion under her ass.
She didn’t stop. The pill wouldn’t let her. Ten minutes later she was on her knees on the floor, face down, ass up, begging him to fuck her. “Harder. I need it deeper.” Her cunt gripped him like a fist every time he bottomed out. She came again with her forehead pressed to the carpet, drooling, swearing, the orgasm rolling through her in long, brutal waves that made her vision spark.
He pulled out and flipped her onto her back. Her eyes were glassy. “More,” she said. “I’m still fucking horny.” She reached down and spread herself open again, showing him how wet she was, how her clit pulsed visibly. He slammed back in and she wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, using the leverage to meet every thrust.
They moved to the bedroom when she started begging for his cock in her ass. She was loud, filthy, the words pouring out of her without filter. “Stretch my tight little hole. I want to feel it tomorrow.” He worked lube into her with two fingers while she rubbed her clit in frantic circles, coming again with his fingers knuckle-deep in her ass. By the time he pushed his cock in she was shaking, but she pushed back, taking every inch, moaning like an animal.
She came with his cock in her ass and three fingers in her cunt, the double penetration sending her over so hard she squirted across the sheets. The orgasm didn’t fade. It kept rolling, little aftershocks that made her clench and whimper and beg for more. He came deep in her ass and she kept grinding on his softening cock, chasing another one.
They fucked until almost midnight. She lost count after the sixth orgasm. Every time she thought she was done the pill dragged her back up, clit aching, pussy dripping, nipples so sensitive she hissed when he sucked them. She rode him on the edge of the bed, then on the floor again, then bent over the dresser while he spanked her ass red. Her voice was hoarse from screaming.
When the intensity finally started to ebb she was a wreck—sweaty, trembling, thighs sticky with come and lube. She lay on her back, legs open, gently stroking her swollen clit with two fingers, slow and lazy now. One last soft orgasm rolled through her, almost gentle after the violence of the others.
She sighed, eyes closing.
He cleaned her up with a warm cloth and she winced, oversensitive everywhere. “Worth it?” he asked.
She smiled without opening her eyes. “Ask me again in an hour. I might still be ready to go.”
