The concept surfaced last night or very early this morning during some T&D, as I asked Anymouse to picture what it would feel like to cum after nearly five months. He replied that the sensation would be wonderful for a few seconds, but then his chaste state of pleasure would “all just suddenly disappear”. Drawing inspiration from the film Groundhog Day and some folklore, I formed an idea. I want to play with this man who has been without orgasmic release since September. Bring him close to the edge, keep him there for a while, then bring him near it again. Because it is Groundhog Day, things might shift slightly… I am in T&D mode. I edge poor Anymouse closer and closer with each cycle, holding him longer each time. He says he’s nearing an orgasm, and I do my best to stretch the moment as far as possible. After a couple of hours of barely stopping in time, I misjudge by a few seconds. Anymouse yelps, moans, and (almost) screams as he experiences an earth-shattering orgasm to make up for five months without one… this is truly an orgasm to end all others. Similar to the previous instance when I deliberately caused him to cum after several months of chastity, it will surely “put him out of commission” for a few days… he’ll be unable to move for a bit and sleep through most of two days. After what happened last time following three months, I am almost afraid to trigger an O… it might kill him! But, what a way to go! He’d be cumming and dying simultaneously. The French phrase le petit mort would lose the “petit” - indeed, this wouldn’t be small in any sense! That is fine, but it would halt this delightful pleasure of edging and T&D for a couple of weeks. Since it’s Groundhog Day, that doesn’t have to happen. For today only, I edge him, engage in T&D, getting close to “needing” to ruin an orgasm for about two hours. Then, with my overworked arm giving out, I misjudge just a bit, and POW! The O happens! He doesn’t just get his chest sticky and me sticky; he damages the headboard too. For him, this is a release to end all releases! It elevates the bliss of an orgasm to entirely new heights! This continues for what feels like eternity - actually several minutes! Everyone should experience this feeling once before death! Perhaps this explains why male bees and male black widow spiders strive for their single orgasm before they die… their lives haven’t been in vain! I enjoy his fantastic O vicariously, proud of my work, and savor the enormous afterglow along with much-needed rest for my left arm. While in that afterglow, something shifts. My arm is no longer so tired, the stickiness disappears, and Anymouse’s member returns to full attention. I glance at the wind-up alarm clock and notice it still reads 12:10 - close to when this all began. I don’t think much of it: Perhaps we forgot to wind the clock. So, I return to T&D and edging. Anymouse begins fondling me… skillfully at first, but soon becomes very clumsy in his passion, so I signal him to stop. He keeps moaning louder, with a vivid splotchy-red sexual flush on his chest. Since my arm isn’t tired at all, I start edging very close, getting closer and closer each time. I roll toward him as I switch hands and note the clock now displays 1:35… maybe we didn’t forget to wind it, or something… hmmm. I continue edging. He’s getting quite loud by now, and my hands are covered in his precum, which I use to help lubricate the pink underside of the head as I rub against that, using it to bring him closer to the edge. I get a cramp in my back and roll onto my back. I note the time is 2:50. I do not let go or switch hands, but this removes my attention for a couple of seconds. With all that smooth precum on my hands, I push him over the edge… with yelps and screams, he arches his back and curls his toes. If the previous orgasm was le petit mort to end all Os, this is le grand mort! Indeed, he is more animated than any woman I’ve ever seen in the ecstatic throws of a string of multiple O’s! It lasts for at least several minutes. This leaves him very sticky, along with the headboard. Since he knows I don’t mind it, he rolls toward me as best he can to give me a hug. Instead, I roll his way - since he is nearly unable to move - and give him several soft kisses, along with nuzzles and words of affection exchanged with his own appreciative words. As he begins to doze off, I roll onto my back again. I glance at the alarm clock, and it says 12:10 - again. I look toward Anymouse; he’s awake again, stiffy, taking my hand and placing it on his erection. “I think everything has reset. I remember those two wonderful O’s you gave me, but I still feel like I’ve been denied for months!” He says, “I hope you’re not getting tired.” I respond, “No, it seems to have reset, and I’m not tired at all. So, let’s continue.” He says, “Sure, but let me begin by eating you this time.” I get a wedge pillow, roll onto my back to “present” everything at the perfect angles and height. He eats me through a few “small” Os, then begins fingering me to push me toward some “bigger” O’s. This continues for a while, and he retrieves a dildo from the drawer, using his hand to fuck me with it as he sucks my clit, pushing me toward ever-increasing orgasmic heights. “OH GODS!”, Anymouse exclaims after doing this for quite some time. “That really really really got my juices flowing!” I smile, returning to my brain after having such mind-blowing orgasms myself. “Would you like me to return the favor?” Without waiting for an answer, I place my hand back on his turgid penis and scoot down so that my face is level with it. I exhale onto his erection and listen to his moans. “Would you like for me to lick it?” He responds affirmatively. I touch the tip of his penis with my tongue for just a second as he moans and wiggles with pleasure. “More than that?” “Oh yes!” I take about 1/2” into my mouth for a second, listening to his squeals. “More?” This continual anticipation, satisfaction of the anticipation, and abruptly ending it as he asks for more is pushing him toward greater heights. I ask if he’d like me to take it all into my mouth; he responds with a near begging “PLEASE!” I ask if he’s sure as I run my tongue up the top side, down the underside, up the right side, down again, up the left side, and down once more. As I return up the top side, I open my mouth and take the whole thing in with one motion, flicking my tongue as I do so. “I can’t stop it! I’m cumming! OHHHHH!!!!!”, Anymouse exclaims, his back arching, fingernails digging deeply into my back, and me feeling large amounts of his release streaming down my throat. I lay on his legs to prevent him from kicking them and feel his toes curl into my thighs. I crawl up toward his head, satisfied with having caused this exquisite pleasure. I observe that the clock says 4:20 this time. Anymouse whispers it was certainly the most intense O he’d ever had! I give him some tight hugs, which he returns, followed by soft kisses. I feel his erection against my belly. I look toward the clock again; it’s back to showing 12:10. I mention this to Anymouse and say, “This is just like Groundhog Day. The same day keeps repeating over and over.” “Well, it has been February 2nd since midnight,” he says. I giggle and ask, “Which one?” “There’s only been one midnight. It’s the time since 12:10 that keeps repeating.” He says, “I keep cumming, but each time it returns to 12:10, it feels like it’s been five months since an O… every time. I don’t kno
“I wonder how long we’ll remain in this time-loop, but it’s certainly enjoyable!” I completely agree!
I start over again by touching, fondling, and caressing him. I edge him repeatedly, ruining a few orgasms along the way. He interrupts during his intense pleasure to say, “It’s your turn now.” He places me on the wedge pillow, works through progressively stronger O levels, then starts finger-fucking me. My sensations grow more intense with each one. After several rounds, he notices how deeply red my sexual flush has become. But it turns out he isn’t just watching; he retrieves the largest dildo I own. “I’m going to fill you completely!” As he gently inserts it, I moan intensely. He continues stimulating my clit while I spasm through repeated orgasms. Clumsily, I resume stroking his shaft as he pleasures me… again and again.
After a considerable amount of time, I signal that he has given enough for this round. It would be better if I could focus entirely on him. “After all,” I tell him, “we wouldn’t want me to end it by letting you cum.” He laughs and replies, “It doesn’t seem important today! With this ‘Groundhog Day’ time-loop, when I cum, the time rolls back, and it feels like I’ve been completely chaste for months again.”
I focus exclusively on him now.
I begin fondling his shaft with my hand, rubbing all that silky-smooth pre-cum over the head while listening to his gasps and sighs. My other hand joins in, running fingernails lightly over his scrotum as I sense he is approaching climax. Moving lower, I tentatively start tonguing him before engulfing his tip, then eventually taking it all deep into my mouth. Tasting the shifting flavor of his pre-cum signals that an O is near; I back off slightly and gently pull at his scrotum.
I begin kissing his thighs. As he becomes less excited physically and more present mentally, he runs fingers through my hair and across the nape of my neck. I softly moan in response. I notice it’s starting to turn pink outside as the sun rises.
I lie beside him, gently rubbing his shaft while edging him toward greater heights. His moans, sighs, and shudders indicate that things are improving progressively. It gets better each cycle through this time-loop, but also improves continuously during the ongoing edge session. I push him to a “near miss” of an orgasm, then nudge him just past it, ruining another one. He isn’t fully satisfied yet, but everything is definitely sticky now. I continue and ruin more: one after another, and another still. By this point, Anymouse has gone well beyond his mind and any pleasure limit he had ever known.
I give him a passionate, intense French kiss, lingering for several minutes with my body pressed against his, arms wrapped around each other, and his legs encircling me too. I pull away slightly to trail kisses down his throat, chest, belly, and finally over his penis. I begin licking it softly.
“Do you want more?” I ask. “YES!” “What do you want? Do you want this?” as I gently kiss the tip of his erect member. “Ohhhhh!” is his only response. “Or, do you want this?” I ask while taking the tip into my mouth and tonguing the entire head. “AaaaaaaH!”, he responds, curling his hands and scratching at my shoulders. “Or, maybe you want this?” I inquire as hungrily consuming his erection deep down my throat. At the same time, I run fingernails from my right hand over his scrotum while sliding a pre-cum-covered middle finger of my left hand deeply into his anus, pressing gently forward.
That was too much for him! He yelps, moans, claws at my back hard enough to draw blood, squeezes me tightly against him, clutches my body between his thighs, and pumps his hot jism deep into my throat. This is surely the most intense O he has ever experienced! It takes away much of his mental focus and physical energy. Indeed, it becomes clear why the French equate “mort,” or death, with orgasms. Usually this is known as “*le petit mort,” or “the little death,” but these are certainly not small in any way! What began as an O after five months has been elevated to greater heights through repetition—a feat that could only happen within this Groundhog Day time-loop. It has reached a frenzied level.
The sun is now fully up. We cuddle while we both recover from our climaxing. We remain in this heightened post-orgasmic bliss for quite some time. The clock does not change, and the sun stays high.
The groundhog sees his shadow. We are in for six more weeks of winter. We may hibernate throughout those six weeks to recover from O’s at this level—far beyond any prior experience.