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A college student learns about extended orgasm denial through gooning

Ginny the Goonette

Day 1

Ginny sat in front of her computer, staring blankly at the screen. It was her second year in college, and classes had just started today. There was nothing to do homework wise, and if she was honest with herself, she didn’t have that many friends to see.

She was slightly shorter than average, about 5’2”, with brown hair and green eyes.

Ginny sighed, going back to browsing the web. With nothing immediately catching her eye, she typed in a familiar site.

She hadn’t had a boyfriend in months, and was in need of some release. On her favorite porn site, she came across a post that caught her attention: “Jump Start Your Solo-Sex Life by Gooning”.

Ginny read the article, which discussed “gooning”, or extended orgasm denial through edging. The author had summarized a few key rules for a new gooner to follow:

- You must play with yourself for at least two hours a day

- You may not orgasm while edging

- You must watch porn or read erotica the entire time you are playing with yourself

- You should listen to porn or erotic audio instead of music in your headphones, even when not edging

- You should watch porn instead of television for entertainment, even when not edging

At the bottom of the article was a curated playlist of videos. Ginny clicked on one.

The first video was a fairly normal porn scene. A younger looking blond girl, likely early 20s, was needing help repairing a household appliance. Of course, a jacked repairman with no boundaries shows up, and they end up fucking like rabbits.

Ginny’s hand slid between her legs and underneath her panties. She started to rub herself as she watched the scene.

The next video was a bit more adventurous. It was from some kind of kink collection. Here, the submissive was strapped into a wooden contraption. Her arms and legs were secured with thick leather straps. A faceless dominant man entered the frame with a huge dildo, at least 10 inches long. He started off making her suck on it. It didn’t take long for him to start face fucking her with it, pushing it further down her throat, and holding it there for longer. Eventually, a fucking machine was set up using the same dildo. That same dildo started fucking her pussy as the man started using her mouth.

Ginny liked this one much more. She always had a bit of a kinky streak. As she continued to play with herself, she could feel her orgasm approaching. But - something made her stop before she came. Maybe it was her boredom and wanting to extend the session. Maybe something in the article stuck with her. But Ginny started to goon herself.

The next video was a rough anal scene. Ginny herself had never been fucked in the ass, but she resolved to try it sometime as she heard the woman’s moans of pleasure as she was pounded from behind.

Ginny could feel how wet she was as her fingers slid easily over her pussy and clit. She had to pause her rubbing every couple of minutes to let herself cool off slightly. But she was hooked.

She watched videos in rapid succession. Another anal scene where the woman was treated like a bitch and slapped. Another kink scene, this one with a shock collar and vibrator. A hardcore fucking scene where the pornstar had to tap out and wasn’t able to finish.

Finally Ginny started to get a headache. Her throat was parched, and she couldn’t remember the last time she had a drink of water. As she stood, she looked at the clock on her computer. 8:24 pm.

Wait. 8:24 pm? Had she been sitting there for over three hours? Ginny stood there, feeling partly like she was in a trance. Her pussy was throbbing against her panties, which almost seemed to rub her slightly with each pulse. Her fingers were wet and sticky. She had completely forgotten to eat dinner too.

Sighing slightly, Ginny left her computer, going to get a glass of water and some food.

***

Day 3

Two nights ago, Ginny had gone back to that site to copy the list of gooning rules. She had those saved on her phone, and made a commitment to herself to follow them for the whole week.

This morning had started off with an hour long gooning session. Ginny wished she could have done longer, but she had a 9am class she needed to attend. Her pussy was starting to stay wet nearly all the time, even hours after a play session, and she made sure to hydrate appropriately.

When she got dressed earlier, Ginny decided to wear her tightest jeans and a sweatshirt with no bra.

Walking back from her math class, Ginny didn’t regret that choice one bit. The pants rubbed slightly against her sensitive pussy with every step, and her nipples brushed against the thick fabric of the sweatshirt.

She had her earbuds in, playing the audio from one of her favorite porn videos as she walked home.

***

Ginny struggled to focus as she rested between sets at the gym. Her pussy was screaming at her to just quit and head home early to goon some more. But a few calming breaths got that impulse under control.

It sure didn’t help that she had an erotic audio playing in her earbuds.

This one was narrated by a man with a deep voice. In this fantasy, he was a dominant, and she was his submissive. He told her that she was a whore. That she was his bitch. And that her only use to him was as a fucktoy to please his cock.

Ginny let the words flow through her as she set herself up for her last set of squats. She had intentionally wore black spandex shorts to hide any wetness from her pussy. As she squatted, she heard this man calling her a dumb, horny cunt.

“Yes, I am”, she thought to herself.

***

Day 7



Ginny heard a knock at her door.

“Oh shit,” she said, jumping up from her computer chair. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

She had completely lost track of time with her latest gooning session. She had started this one at 3 pm after she had finished her homework, and was planning on stopping at 5. Ginny had promised a guy from her math class that she would meet him in the lobby at 5:30 for dinner, and had completely blown past that. The clock on her computer read 5:43.

Ginny was wearing just an extra large tee shirt and panties, which were soaked through. She froze for a second in indecision. Obviously clothes first. Her dumb goon brain seemed to work in slow motion now.

Ginny went to her dresser, grabbing the first dress she saw. She tossed her shirt aside, pulling the dress over her head, and started walking to the door. It was a tight green dress, going down to just above her knees. She loved it because it brought out the green in her eyes. It was slightly wrinkled, but she knew she was already way too late.

She answered the door, barefoot. “Hi Matt. I’m really really really sorry about that - I just lost track of time getting ready for dinner!”

Matt stood there, wearing dark jeans and a button down. He cracked a small smile - he seemed to have a good attitude about everything, which was part of the reason Ginny had agreed to see him in the first place.

“No worries - how much more time do you need?”

Ginny paused. Did she look that bad?

“Just…a few more minutes. Come in - you can wait here on the couch.”

She stepped aside to let him in, closing the door behind him. As Matt went to sit down, he said, “I love the dress, by the way.”

Ginny thanked him as she walked to her bathroom. She could feel her face was flushed, and she honestly didn’t know if that was from her residual arousal or her embarrassment.

When she entered the bathroom, she exhaled slowly. Her hair was a complete mess, some of it was even sticking out at a weird angle. She must have messed it up as she slouched in her computer chair playing with herself.

Ginny stood there for a minute or two, barely trying to get ready. She really didn’t want to go. Her computer - her porn - was calling to her for some more gooning. But she literally couldn’t cancel on Matt. He was nice, and he was already in her apartment and on her couch.

She looked at herself in the mirror, cheeks flushed, hair somewhat askew. She made a decision.

Making one more attempt to smooth her hair down - and failing - she left the bathroom, walking over to where Matt sat on the couch.

“Hey Matt - again - I’m really sorry about that. I had a rough night last night with homework (gooning she said to herself), and I lost track of time today taking a nap (gooning some more). Would you mind if we rescheduled to this upcoming weekend?”

Matt put his hands on his knees, moving to stand up. “No worries - I could tell you weren’t quite ready when you answered the door.” He seemed a bit…dejected.

Ginny put her hand on his arm, stopping him from rising completely. She looked up into his eyes.

“I feel really bad about this. Is there some way I can make it up to you?”

Matt opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Ginny slid her hand down his chest, down his torso, to stop on his inner thigh.

“You don’t need -” he started.

Ginny could feel his cock starting to become erect. She moved her hand, starting to rub it though his jeans. She could feel it growing, almost pulsing with excitement.

Matt opened his mouth again, but Ginny’s hands were already working on his belt. Once that was open, she unbuttoned his pants.

Smiling at him, Ginny got off the couch, kneeling on the ground in front of him. She waited, but only for a moment before he stood.

“You know, you really don’t need to do this. We can just reschedule.”

Ginny ignored him, placing her hands on his waist, and pulling his jeans and boxers both down in one motion.

Matt’s cock sprang up. It looked a solid six or so inches long and moderately thick. Ginny stared at it, feeling herself get wet. No - she was always wet now. But she felt herself get more…excited.

She reached her hand out, wrapping her fingers around his shaft softly. She began to stroke his length slowly as she smiled up at him. Ginny how warm his cock felt in her hand. She leaned forward slightly, spitting on the tip to lubricate it.

As she started to stroke his cock a little faster, Ginny’s other hand reached up to play with Matt’s balls. She saw him tilt his head back, exhaling in pleasure.

Ginny leaned further forward, close enough that Matt should be able to feel her breath on the tip of his cock. She parted her lips and slowly licked the tip. It tasted slightly salty.

She opened her mouth wider, taking the entire tip into her mouth. Ginny began to bob her head back and forth, circling one hand at the base of his cock, with the other still on his balls.

Ginny took him deeper and deeper. She couldn’t take the full six inches yet - definitely not without gagging, but she took as much as she could into her mouth, sucking him off. Ginny repositioned her feet slightly sitting on the heel of her right foot. If she angled her body just right, she was able to grind her pussy against her heel as she bobbed up and down on Matt’s cock.

Ginny began to moan as she sucked him off. Not necessarily from her own pleasure, though she could have easily made herself orgasm this way after denying herself all week. But partly because she felt like she needed to - that’s what all the porn videos she had been watching had taught her. And didn’t she want to be a good little slut like them?

Sitting back slightly, Ginny raised her head off his cock. “Aren’t you going to be rough with me?” she asked.

Matt looked at her, questioningly.

Ginny grabbed both of his hands, putting them on the back of her head. “I want you to face fuck me, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” he said, stepping forward slightly.

As Ginny opened her mouth, Matt slowly pushed his cock inside. He began to control her head, pushing her deeper and faster on his cock. It started off gentle, like he didn’t want to hurt her or make her choke. But as it continued, Matt pushed her head deeper and faster.

Ginny gagged. Ginny felt spit drip down from her mouth to the front of her dress. Ginny felt her hair pull as Matt repositioned his hands. And she loved every second of it.

Matt began thrusting too, and Ginny couldn’t help but put her hands up on his thighs, trying to give her time and space to breathe. But Matt wouldn’t stop - he was close.

With a grunt and one final thrust, Matt came in her mouth and throat. Ginny choked, tasting him, and letting some drip down her face and off her chin.

Matt stood there, panting, as he looked down at her. He offered her his hand, pulling Ginny to her feet. Matt’s hands began to explore her body, brushing against her pussy through the fabric of her dress.

Ginny grabbed his wrist lightly guiding his hand away.

“Don’t you want me to get you off,” he asked, surprised.

“No,” Ginny said. “Maybe next time.” Definitely not next time, too.

They stood there a moment, before Ginny said, “I hope that apology makes up for me being late. I am looking forward to seeing you this weekend.”

“This weekend, then,” Matt said, smiling. “And if you need to be late and apologize again, I won’t complain.”

She guided him to the door, and he left.

Ginny exhaled as the door closed, reaching her arms behind her to take off her dress. The front was wet with her drool and some of his cum. It fell to the floor as she walked, wearing only panties, to her computer chair to goon some more.

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Let me know if you want to see more of Ginny, or my own curated gooning playlist. SC ModernRomeo24

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