Max and Chloe fucked passionately on the bed in Chloe’s bedroom, their clothes discarded on the floor. They were naked, the evening light shining through the windows. They were alone, Joyce was at work and David…neither actually cared where David was. Right now all they were focused on was each other and the sex as they curled up together in a 69 position, their heads between their thighs licking at their pussies.
“Oh fuck Max, keep going!” Chloe screamed, her climax approaching as she furiously fingered the brunette.
Max moaned into her friends pussy, willing to drive her crazy until she came. She squeezed the girls butt sucking on her clit until finally she felt her shudder in climax. Max’s approached close behind, the girl panting heavily. “Of fuck! Oh Chloe, I’m going to…” she whimpered, her head being thrown back as she orgasmed squirting into the girls face. Chloe cheered in victory but Max barely heard it, her body shuddering as she managed to trigger her powers at the instant she climaxed.
She rocketed back in time to a point where she and Chloe were lying on the bed side by side, their underwear still on, her mind snapping back interrupting the kiss she was sharing with the blue haired young woman. “Wowser” Max gasped, falling onto her back gasping for breath, her body aching breaking into a sweat. Chloe sat up and leaned over her, staring at the girl in confusion. Max took one look at her expression and sighed. “Nothing?”
“Again?” She asked. When Max nodded she cursed and slumped back onto the bed. “Shit! How many is that now?” She asked.
“Eight” Max replied breathlessly, exhaustion falling over her aching body. “You don’t remember anything?” She checked, but Chloe shook her head, fully energized and active. The girls grumbled.
Eight times Max had tried to use her powers to not only rewind herself into the past but Chloe along with her, attempting to repeat what happened in the Two Whales Diner. And eight times she snapped back alone to a confused and disappointed Chloe at the start of their experiment. It was her idea. The moment she realized what Max could do she dragged them back here to try and pull it off again. They had been fucking for hours after attempts without sex failed. Hours for Max became minutes for Chloe as the afternoon sun shone through the windows. After eight attempts Max’s body was beginning to feel the strain of continuous orgasms. She couldn’t keep doing this.
“Maybe we should’ve gone back to the diner” Chloe considered, lying on her back staring begrudgingly at the ceiling. “It was public, maybe that would’ve…”
“Tried that” Max told her. Chloe looked at her curiously. “Sixth attempt. You dragged up to the front of the house and fucked me on David’s bonnet. I came the moment David came home and found us, rewinding seconds later.”
“Damn. I wish I could’ve seen his expression” she cursed. “I don’t suppose you got a photo of that one?”
“Didn’t have my camera” she replied.
Chloe clew a strand of hair from her face as she thought about it. “Okay, so not public sex. Did you rewind at every orgasm?”
“Mm hm. Except attempt four when I rewound at yours. You didn’t remember.”
She huffed rolling onto her side, staring at the sexy young woman beside her imagining all the attempt she wouldn’t get to remember. How did they manage it before? “Could it be the amount of sex? How long..?”
“The longest was two hours” Max told her.
Chloe’s jaw dropped. “How’d manage two ours?”
Max looked at her sideways. “You were very determined. I almost passed out. That was what we just attempted.”
“Wow” she marveled, looking at Max amazed she was still conscious. It still left them at square one. She rolled back to look at the ceiling, plotting the next move, replaying the diner again. “Okay, we should try another position” she suggested, sitting up ready. “Missionary?”
“Tried it” Max reported.
“Reverse cowgirl?”
“Done.”
“69?”
“Three times.”
She exhaling running out of ideas. “Scissoring then?”
Max didn’t answer. That hadn’t come up it seemed. But she was too tired and ached too much. The idea of more made her groan. Chloe sympathized up but pleaded with her silently, flashing her puppy dog eyes and kissing her cheeks. Max looked at the young woman begging her to continue and groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me Chloe” she complained, reluctantly dragging herself into a sitting position to kiss her again.
"We’ll make this one quick” she promised, stripping them of their panties and maneuvering into position. “Just focus on cumming and be ready to rewind. This time we should try and orgasm together” she suggested, grinding her pussy against hers.
Max wasn’t as active in the moment as Chloe was, her hips as sluggish as her breathing as she lay on her elbow attempting to keep up. Their pussies rubbed together bringing much stimulation. More so for Max as her groin hummed with sensitivity. Her moans increased in volume as she climaxed with a grimace. “Fuck, sorry” she panted, pushing herself up on her hands while Chloe held her legs still.
“Just keep going” she said, rocking her hips against her trying to get enough friction. But while Max was moaning and screaming she was barely cracking a sigh. “Fuck it, let’s go back to fingers” she said, sitting up pulling their hips closer. She saw Max’s head begin to sway from exhaustion and shook her awake. “Stay with me Max!”
“I can’t. Too tired” she whined, her eyelids falling heavy. She was reaching her limit, her clit burning from overstimulation. The sheer act of Chloe inserting her fingers into her pussy made her groan.
Chloe refused to give up, taking Max’s hand and guiding it between her legs where she rubbed them against her. “Just stay with me a little longer. Hold it in until I say so” she said, hooking her fingers into Max’s cunt finding that sweet spot she liked. Max shuddered on contact and almost climaxed, but the girl gritted her teeth and held it back. She found her second wind and used it to fuck Chloe as fast as she could, fingering her until the blue haired punk was moaning and panting along with her. “That it. Almost there! Just a little more. Oh fuck. Here it comes!”
Max fought her body to follow Chloe’s words, holding in her orgasm until Chloe was at the peak of hers. They locked eyes and counted down. “3…2…1…FUCK!” They cried, finally sharing a climax with each other.
Miraculously, Max managed to find the strength to use her powers at the same instant, propelling herself back to the moment they began kissing again. She slumped onto the bed gasping, the echoes of her orgasm ripping through her aching body painfully. Next to her Chloe inhaled sharply too, falling onto the pillow with eyes wide. Max glanced at her expression and breathed a sigh of relief. “Fuck yes! We did it!” She cried in victory, remembering all of it. She leapt up to her knees punching the air, planting a big kiss on Max’s lips. “That was awesome. You were awesome Max! Max? Are you okay?”
“Good job Chloe” she said breathlessly, curling onto her side shivering from overstimulation and exertion. “Can we please stop now? I can’t do anymore.”
Chloe finally realized how much she must’ve put Max through in order to get to this breakthrough, curbing her enthusiasm to lay down behind her and put a comforting arm around her body. Max shuddered at the contact until she was sure they weren’t going to do anything more but lie down. “I’m sorry Max” she whispered, kissing her shoulder in thanks as the girl closed her eyes and finally drifted off. Chloe let her rest. She knew they’d have to test it a few more times when she was up for it. After that, the potential for them both was limitless.
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