After a while we swapped again, all in all four times. Each time Jane was impaled on Alex’s cock she went through the same sequence. Her aureole became fully swollen and her nipples stood out like sentinels. During her quiet phase she would lean forward and embrace me, kissing me passionately, our mouths joined with tongues entwined, our upper bodies extraordinarily still, as our loins continued to vibrate.

I was so engrossed with Jane, captivated by her lean, lithe body and myself aroused by her arousal, that Alex’s orgasm took me completely by surprise. It was my turn on his cock and I was leaning forward grasping one of Jane’s nipples with my teeth whilst riding him in and out much as we had been doing, it had seemed for ever. I felt suddenly this gush of warmth deep within me as Alex’s entire body arched upwards. His semen spewed into me and his cock convulsed against the walls of my vagina, gradually subsiding in waves.

When Brad had come I had felt satisfied, as though this was me coming too. But with Alex and Jane it was different. Strangely, instead of satisfaction I felt disappointment. I cannot think why, but somehow I had assumed that Alex’s cock would remain stiff as long as it took --- ie. as long as we, meaning Jane and myself, wanted it to. Somewhat extraordinarily, Alex’s orgasm and the subsequent collapse of his erection made me suddenly aware that he was a person not simply an object, a combination of fingers, tongue, lips, face and cock! His sexual arousal had been growing in intensity much as Jane’s and mine had, but I had somehow been oblivious of it. And he had finally lost control and come. Jane, too, had come. In fact she had come each time she rode Alex’s cock. This in no way stopped her from continuing and one orgasm seemed merely to be a prelude to the next. She just dropped down a notch and began to work herself back up again, As I came to learn, Jane was truly multi-orgasmic.

But what of me? I had not come at all. In fact, as I sensed and recalled Jane’s climaxes, I realized suddenly that I had never in my life experienced an orgasm! And this made me pause for thought. Whereas Brad had paid scant attention to my body and had invariably come within five minutes of the onset of serious attention being given to his cock, whether by hand or by cunt, Alex’s cock had survived hours of continuous heavy action, not to mention his constant oral ministrations. His ‘performance’ (if one wants to think of it as such) was miles beyond what I had naively imagined was possible. And then there was Jane too, the ultimate in eroticism, bringing herself time after time to orgasm. And even when Alex had his own shattering climax, shooting his sperm deep into me in gushes that seemed to go on and on for ever, even then I did not come. What was wrong with me? How much stimulation did I need to get off, and was this within the bounds of human endurance!?

Well these thoughts flashed through my head as our threesome wound down following Alex’s orgasm. The thoughts were not neatly packaged, nor anything like as rational as I have set down in retrospect. But there was a disquiet, and the origin of the disquiet was my apparent inability to orgasm. What was the reason? Was this a physical defect in me, or was it just that I had spent my whole life up to this point believing that the object of sex was to get the man off, that women derived their pleasure by serving the man. To my horror, I realized that until this point in time I had not really known that women had orgasms! One read about such things in magazines, and I had had of course experienced sexual pleasure, not only now with Alex and Jane but also on occasion with Brad as well. With no point of reference though, how could one know one had not had an orgasm ---- until the retrospective obviousness of Jane’s climaxes made this palpable.

As I rolled off Brad’s cock, with his semen spilling out of my vagina, on that, my first night in the commune, I should have felt elated --- I had done what, prior to this evening, I would never have thought I could do. And during it, I had felt elated. Afterwards, though, more like confused. It had been a wonderful experience, but there was something missing. Was it an inherent defect in me that I had not come to orgasm?

Suddenly, I presume because of the inhibitions driven into me by a former life, I felt embarrassed and hastened to my feet, heading for the bathroom!

~Fin~