The VIP package at the Milkmaids Parlour had started out great – a buxom maid, lotion, viagra so I could enjoy it longer.
For the second hour, a different maid came in, with more lotion, and more viagra. Hmm. Well, fuck it, right?
But when the third hour came, and the next maid force-fed me another viagra, I realized I was signed up for a different experience entirely.
I was well into the sixth hour now. I’d lost count of how many orgasms I’d had, and I was still hard as a rock. The sensations was unlike anything I’d known – simultaneously heaven and hell, all in the same five inches. My balls felt rotten, my cum felt like acid, and yet my shaft surged at the glorious touch of these terrible angels.
I felt the spasming begin again, as all the exhausted muscles in my groin felt like they were having a seizure. I felt my body disassociating from the cock, trying to survive a stress that I simply wasn’t built for. I watched, more than felt, something ooze from my penis, brain registering the ecstacy and the terror but saving both of them for later, as my eyes rolled back in my head and I slipped away somehow into darkness.
Not exactly sexfighting, but definitely an exploration of biological limits. Interesting!