“Ohh what the fuhhh…” I gently moaned to myself as I could quickly feel an orgasm approach. I couldn’t believe how quickly this thing was getting me off! I had never been able to cum this quick.
While the other end of this water-worm sucked away at my clit, I could feel the other end of it exploring my pussy lips and further down to my asshole. I couldn’t help but clench, I never had anal experience, and I wasn’t exactly looking forward to it, either. Somehow, the worm got the idea and made its way back up to my pussy lips before gently spreading them open.
My jaw opened wider, and my eyes rolled back as the worm inched deeper in, slowly spreading my lips further and further open.
The first orgasm was sharp and piercing. Way different than any other orgasm I had ever felt before. I could feel my clit erupt in pleasure as it quickly filled the rest of my body. My legs quivered and my spine felt weak with pleasure, so much so that I had to lie back with my face and ears just above the water. My nipples felt like a beautiful fire as I roughly groped at my breasts, milking as much pleasure I could with each grope. Each wave of ecstasy left my mouth in a gentle, breathless moan.
The second orgasm was right behind it as the worm filled me up, pushing against my g-spot. Again, another amazingly piercing orgasm struck my body down to the core. I couldn’t help but wail in ecstasy.
My clit felt so full of blood – so hard – that it could just explode inside of this worm as it completely engulfed it, gently tugging on it back and forth and caressing every bit of my clit that was exposed. While doing so, the other end finally made its way to my cervix – completely filling my pussy. I could feel it slowly pulse in size, gently growing maybe 2-3 inches in width before shrinking back down in a rhythmic pattern. Despite its size, it felt absolutely amazing. I had never put anything this big inside, but with every inch of me it stretched made my vagina quake in pleasure. I could feel it grow and shrink against my cervix as I think it began to suck on it.
The feeling was indescribable. Orgasm after orgasm shook my core. It felt insane – normally when I masturbate, I only orgasm maybe three times because my clit gets too sensitive afterwards. There was no stopping, now though. My face was riddled in a constant state of ecstasy; couldn’t close my jaw if I wanted to. Every orgasm forced every muscle in my body to clench with my vagina harshly doing so around the worm – he seemed to enjoy it as it only made him wriggle and writhe – only increasing the pleasure.
After a few moments of it tugging on my cervix, I could feel a thick stream of fluids enter. I wasn’t really sure what it was, but I wasn’t really thinking much about it. In-fact, all I could think about were the constant orgasms. I could feel the warmth of the fluids dissipate deep into my cervix, leaving a warm glow deep inside of my womb which only made the orgasms that much better.
With each orgasm, a different sensation in my clit began to form. It took a few minutes – in which I must have came at least six times – but it made my clit wildly pulsate in short intervals, and it felt almost as if it had a mind of its own. Kind of like doing kegels, I guess, without the actual work of any muscles.
I didn’t think much of it. I wasn’t really thinking about much, actually. Besides how good this worm felt, of course. In-fact, it was mind-numbingly good.
After another five or so orgasms, I began to feel lightheaded. The pleasure was so much that just about every muscle in my body was constantly clenching in spasms.
Through the ecstasy, a thought crossed my mind that seemed to stand out: When will it stop? I thought. I wasn’t really sure if I wanted it to; however, the vibrations of my muscles had caused me to sink deeper into the creek over the soft pebbles. I struggled to push myself further up on the bank for a few reasons: All I wanted to do was grope at my breasts, and I also couldn’t stop my arms and legs from violently thrashing from the constant orgasms.
Moving myself like this made me feel so weak – like I had just donated a bunch of blood or something.
It felt like hours, but I eventually managed to crawl completely out of the water as the worm continued on as if nothing had happened. It seemed fine to be out of the water.
“Ohh.. gohhddd-“ I breathlessly moaned through yet another orgasm as I realized that it actually had been hours! The sun was going to start setting soon, and I began to grow fearful of getting home at night.
Moving my hand over my breast and down my belly and under my panties was quite a feat; I wasn’t too sure how to get this worm off, but I was hoping it’d be simple. I went to grab it, but it was surprisingly slippery – imagine a bar of wet soap perpetually covered in vegetable oil, but more slippery than that. It was absolutely coated in my juices, and probably some of its own. That was really the only struggle, though. I eventually managed to grab ahold of it and gently pull it away and out from underneath my panties. As I pulled it out of my vagina, it was still somehow tugging at what felt like my clit despite it being a few inches away from it. This little guy definitely didn’t want to go.
Another struggle, but I managed to look down and my heart sunk as the worm finally plopped off my outrageously enlarged clit. Even through my wet panties, there was no mistake; it was quite dick-ish in length and width. Maybe about four inches in length, and about the width of an expo marker.
It was quite flaccid as it flopped upwards against my belly – though not quite as hard as a guy’s cock – but it felt as if it were ready to explode.
Despite the worm being off, the fabric of my underwear sent me into yet another orgasm. I accidentally let go of the worm, which seemed to enjoy sunbathing on the pebbles.
“Wuut the fhhuuckkk,” I moaned. I put my hand underneath my panties to push them off my engorged clit at least a little, which sent me into yet another trembling orgasm. At this point, it was like an orgasm within an orgasm because the trembling also made me orgasm – like a very weak vibrator.
All I wanted to do was sleep and go home at this point. Whichever order was okay with me, but currently, the only problem with that was the constant cumming. My panties might have been off, but even the breeze of the air drying my wet clit would send me into another orgasm. And my panties weren’t off all the way, either – they’d constantly scrape against my clit – but I was so weak I felt sick. Even getting my panties off were a struggle.
Eventually, I managed to push the panties all the way off and – after a few minutes of trembling orgasms – my clit had dried, and all that remained was the incredible after-glow.
Of course, even after a few moments of the after-glow building, it was strong enough to send me into yet another trembling orgasm. I was cumming from nothing! This happened a few more times over the course of maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, each time the after-glow getting slower to build. Eventually, it’d build too slow to continue and would finally begin to simmer. This wasn’t really normal, and I had my suspicions that it had something to do with what the worm gave me, but I was too tired to worry about it – or my enlarged clit. Or about getting home, since resting for a few minutes seemed like it’d be okay; despite that it was going to be dark in a few hours.