I popped off ten times the day I lost my virginity.

I remember coming four seconds after she climbed into my lap and slid down my excitement, staying hard, and then coming again thirty seconds after that.

Then again after another two minutes.

And again after two minutes more.

At that point she climbed off and dragged me to the bedroom, pushed me against the door, and sucked me off for orgasm number five.

I was a sweaty, trembling mess. She was infatuated with taking virginity, and extremely aroused by the "danger" of doing this while her boyfriend was asleep nearby; she lay back on my bed, spread herself open, and smashed her hand against her clit while begging me to fuck her. I did as she asked, for all of another minute, before firing off a sixth load and collapsing into her arms.

She wrapped herself around me, held me in her pussy, and whispered how much she loved me as we made out; my poor confused cock, exhausted and limp, quickly renewed its strength.

Number seven took about ten minutes.

Number eight was about a half an hour after that, when she gave me doggy-style while fingering her own asshole.

There was a loud cough and the thundering footsteps of her boyfriend as he woke to use the bathroom. She whispered for me to be quiet. No shit, lady. I was shaking like a wet dog in a thunderstorm, and she grinned the most sinister grin as she pushed me onto my back and inched her way down my shaft; bang went a cupboard as her boyfriend looked for grub, hack went his cough as he settled into the couch, and with my cock deep inside she bit my chest and orgasm number nine came hard and fast.

Because I was young and stupid and didn't know what to do--and she was much more experienced and knew what she liked--she brought herself into her own shuddering orgasm while I lay there like a moron; the sight of a woman actually doing that was enough for me to sprout again, and we fucked for another twenty minutes solid until--as I gushed sweat and grunted and wondered how large my room in hell would be--I came a tenth and final time.

Later that day, when she was gone, and he was gone, and I was alone and cleaned up, I got an eleventh into my hand while remembering the episode.

But that one doesn't count.