Brother’s Best Friend Biker Affair

Chapter 4

I can’t wrap my head around this.

For those of you reading this who are normal, you don’t really get it, I suppose. I mean, if orgasms are just things you experience as a matter of course, why in the world would this seem like a big deal, right? Well, imagine for a moment here that you live your whole life and can’t have an orgasm. Imagine you get a general idea of the need for one. Like, you feel one building kind of. But it’s always vague and not very clear at all.

And then you have one.

And then, an orgasm just explodes over you, and you don’t know where it came from or how it happened. All you know is that it’s powerful as hell, and it’s better.

Better than what?

Better than everything. It’s better than how your friends describe orgasms. It’s better than how orgasms are described in steamy romances. It’s better than orgasms appear to be in porn movies. It’s better than all of the things you imagined it would be (and you better believe when you’ve never had an orgasm, you imagine some pretty damned incredible things.)

This is impossible for me to comprehend. The sensations are so powerful. The thing that really shocks me is the involuntary nature of my physical reactions. I mean, my abdomen locks up and I don’t have a choice about it at all. I don’t feel like my body belongs to me at all when the contractions are taking over. I feel carried away by the sensations occurring. I feel like my body is in control of my mind instead of the other way around.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t think.

And the crazy thing about it is that the pleasure gets better. My body seizes up and that’s all that overwhelms me, right? Well, then it releases. When I experience that release, I feel tears run down my cheeks. The bliss I feel at the moment is so pure! I mean, it feels almost like it shouldn’t even be possible, if that makes any sense. I don’t feel like this experience makes any sense at all. All I know is that the pleasure that courses over me feels like it’s been building since eighth grade when I first started experiencing a serious interest in boys.

Well, in one boy.

My brother’s best friend.

And then my body locks up again. I’m just blown away. With all the years of frustration, you better believe I’ve researched the subject. So, you can believe that I actually know what happens in an orgasm from a biological standpoint. So, it’s not like I wasn’t aware there would be a cycle of contractions and releases. I mean, I knew that.

But it’s so shocking!

It’s so powerful!

I don’t comprehend anything at the moment. I mean, I occasionally see labels on porn videos or clickbait, or just funny emails. These labels or titles talk about brain-melting orgasms. Sometimes, they’re literal, like trying to convince you a college girl getting screwed by a guy with a huge dick is literally losing her mind from the pleasure. Sometimes they’re trying to get you to read an article. Want to experience brain-melting orgasms? Click here. You better believe I clicked on a lot. None of those ideas worked.

Anyway, at the moment the idea of a melting brain makes a whole lot of sense to me because I can’t think and I can’t speak. All I can do is experience this pleasure. It feels like experiencing the pleasure precludes me from experiencing anything else at all. I can’t wrap my head around any of this. All I know for certain is that it can’t possibly feel any better than it feels right now.

Yeah, I don’t know anything!

Because he slides up and kisses me. Apart from the fact that it’s the sexiest damned thing ever to taste my pussy on his lips and his tongue; his cock thrusts into my pussy and the orgasm gets better.

Better!

Talk about incomprehensible!

And I go crazy. I mean, even though I’ve never had an orgasm, I’ve had sex. I know what to do and I wrap my legs around him and move like crazy. I hold tightly to his shoulders, and it’s a wonder my fingers don’t just pierce his skin and muscles as I cling to him and move like crazy.

And he cums.

And the orgasm gets better! How is that even possible?

And the orgasm he gives me a little later in the shower is incredible, too. The orgasm he gives me the next morning after my brother leaves for work is incredible. He keeps giving me orgasms, and they keep getting better and better. Once, he’s gone for four days, and I masturbate. I give myself an orgasm then, too!

Whatever there was that kept me from being normal is gone. Except, I don’t think being this happy is normal. It’s something better than normal.