As promised. So there was this girl I met in Sweden...

So this is a little longer than the last post, but be patient, I think it's worth the wait. Let me know your feedback. Thanks guys and gals.

A few years back I took the summer off from school and took a trip to Europe before I got to "tied down to do so". I went to 6 countries in 12 days and had 4 girls (pretty good percentage). Let me tell you now there is nothing like having a chick screaming during sex and you have no idea wtf she's saying. Just keep them screaming and you know you're doing it right. Anyway 3 of the girls were good but there was this girl I met in Sweden…

Her name was Madeleine and I met her at a dance hall (house music/electronica/etc) in Stockholm, randomly. To get straight to the point, we left the dance party before midnight and went back to her apt a few blocks away. We started fooling around and she stopped me shirt lift and said,

"I want to warn you. please don't think I'm odd but I've never been able to orgasm and I don't want you to think bad of yourself when you don't make me cum. I just cant do it. I'm sorry."

I'm a huge "How I Met Your Mother" fan and the first thing that came to my mind were the words of Barney Stinson, "challenge accepted"

She went on to tell me that she had tried everything in book to try and have an orgasm, ranging from dildos to vibrators and even having other women in bed. This was an instant hard on btw but also scary bc I thought that if other women couldn't do it how could I? I didnt let this get me nervous though bc I knew that honestly after the next day I'd never see her again (or so I thought).

THIS IS WHERE IT GETS GOOD

So I told her it would be my sole goal to make her cum before the sun came up. And the voyage began. Guys if youre having problems with your girl cumming try these next few things and tell me how it works.

I started by slowly kissing her entire body watching closely for signs of her arousal. She would squeeze her tits so I started sucking her nipples and then blowing on them lightly. This really started her up, so I played that game for a few seconds and as I did so my hands crept towards her smooth mound. I played with her lips and would sneak a VERY light rub on her clit every other pass or so. I snuck a finger in and found that it was warm and most importantly…wet, really wet. This was a good sign. My task would be near impossible if there were dust bunnies running around down there like pussy tumbleweeds.

Now that her pussy was covering my fingers, I moved down and started to kick things up with my mouth. I began by slowly licking the length of her pussy with long soft laps, licking the outside and inside of her lips, always ending with a slight lick of the tip. Don't fall for the porn star shit of going at the clit with your tongue like it's a fencing match to the death, its all for show. This was a game of patience and delicacy. By this time she was even more wet and I began to lessen the "lapping" and focus more on her what she called her "stubborn bean".

Imagine you're trying to balance a skittle on its edge with your tongue…That's the best analogy I can think of for what I was doing to her clit. Back and forth, across the top, side to side. Never suck on it. It's too much to fast. Get it balanced and coax it out, that was my goal. By this time most other girls would be screaming, writhing, and stuffing my face into their sopping wet pussy; this girl wasn't even really moving. She said it felt good, but I knew this called for special attention.

I kept at my "balancing act" making sure not to over stimulate, playing with her tits and having her suck on my fingers. I had her sit up and hold my cock so she could feel it throbbing in her hands, that way she would know she was turning me on, hoping to work on her confidence. I had hunch that her confidence was going to be key so I was doing everything to boost it. I told her as I slipped my fingers out of her pussy and into my mouth,

"God you taste so good! Like honey and I cant get enough."

She surprised me here by stuffing my fingers back into her pussy, pulling them out and sucking on them herself. She looked at me with her blonde hair barely covering her tiny, pointed, nipples and asked,

"What are you waiting for? Get back to it. Whatever you were going at was feeling good."

I spread her ridiculously long legs and went back to folds of her delicate, now hot pink pussy. I started the lap thing again, but not for long. I went back to her clit, but this time I also slid two fingers(that's all that could fit) and began to "tap' the roof of her vag. I was getting desperate and my tongue tired, so I tried this "tapping" thing was a last resort I had heard from a friend of mine, whom I consider a sex god. Here's how it goes and here is how I made a girl cum who had never rode the wave of ecstasy.

While I balanced the skittle I tapped on the roof of her pussy with my two fingers (I used the two middle ones), as I said. I could tell we were getting somewhere bc she started to squirm. I held her down with my free hand by pushing down on the area just above her mound (I think this was key). Then I changed my tapping to more of a up and down jack hammer motion. She started to mumble in Swedish, and squirm more, but more importantly her eyes were closed ( I had quit eating her by this point and was doing all the work with my fingers). I kept it up and she started small moans and began arching her back. It was time for my final attack. It was now or never. I was going to go down in a blaze of glory or rise from her pussy like a phoenix (a wet one as I would find out in a few seconds). So I dove in and began an assault on her pussy with hands and mouth that would have made the founding fathers proud. I balanced the skittle…I jackhammered her g spot…I could hear her pussy sucking in air and pushing it out and then it happened…

It was like and anthem. It was like seeing a sunrise after being locked in a cave your whole life (that was her description. AWESOME!) For me it was more like Niagara Falls without a rain jacket... Here's how it went down: All at once she arched her back, grabbed her hair with both hands and her pussy went like a vice-grip on my fingers. I mean I couldn't move them, much less pull them out. With a murderous scream of "FUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK", she released..her whole body released…my fingers came out with a slurp and I was hit in the face by a shower of her cum that would have drowned better men. I mean, it covered me. It dripped off my chin, down my face, and was running through the hair on my chest. It was probably a cup and a half to two cups of glorious warm, nectaresque cum. If I could have bottled that shit I would be rich. The great explorer Ponce de Leon had been looking in all the wrong places…I had found the fountain of youth…and it was in Sweden.

Though shocked, I knew I couldn't stop so I continued the assault. I couldn't help but think like I was storming the beaches of Normandy located so close to there like my grandfather had done (her ex had been German...I guess that's why it came to mind and no disrespect by comparing chow down to D-day. I know the sacrifices made, I'm just telling my mind at that point). She had orgasm after orgasm, one of the few girls I've met that have true "rolling" orgasms. She was yelling, arms and legs flailing and screaming in murderous Swedish that I couldn't understand. I found out later she was screaming,

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! YOU SWEET AMERICAN BASTARD! FUCK ME!"

I don't care who you are that's hot as shit right there. When she was done ( I actually couldn't keep up at this point), I stopped and looked at the field of battle. It was a beach, a frothy, wet, salty, beach and it was glorious. I had planted my flag (well not yet but you know what I mean) and I had done the impossible. She had cum, my God had she cum! With every orgasm she had squirted, again not like what you see in porn with a stream that can put out a candle across the room, but with substantial streams that made it clear out of her pussy and had enough velocity to hit the bed up to 6 inches away. Think…drinking fountain. Fuck, it was awesome.

Anyway, I looked at her now, laying on the bed. She was convulsing uncontrollably (in a good way) and she was giggling. It was an amazing sight. When she had subsided said,

"Ask me anything and it's yours. What do you want done to you? NOTHING is off limits for you…"

Fuck me. What pressure. Of all the possible things to do what would I pick? I had no idea…So naturally, I tried it all. :) Well not all, but everything I thought of. We did every position I could think of and then some. I'm not a big anal guy and neither was she so we didn't go there ( sorry to disappoint). She sucked me dry and swallowed every drop and asked for more. I swear to god I ran out of cum. We fucked in the shower, on the floor, in the kitchen, underwater (in the tub), in the sauna, on the patio…you get the picture. We fucked, literally till the sun came up and she came every time. I had unlocked the treasure box (tehe see what I did there.. "box"). I cracked the safe. I stormed the beach…and I FUCKED that beach.

We slept through the day and woke up that night and had what you would call modest sex, compared to the previous nights..pussypalooza. I had to leave Sweden that next day and head back to America. We promised to never try and contact the other person bc we wanted it to remain a one..well two night extravaganza to never be matched or screwed up by getting to know each other to well.

To this day I haven't heard from her nor she from me and that's the way it should be, but I swear on everything holy and unholy that if I ever wind up in that hemisphere again I'm stopping for a drink from the fountain of youth…Mark my words ladies and gentleman this "Sweet American Bastard" will return. :)