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Sloppy
by AimTwoPlease (aimtwoplease@yahoo.com)

***

She clung to me, hung to me, opened herself up to my 
deep, rooting plunges. (MF, squirt)

***

The first time Lauren squirted, it surprised both of us. 
We were doing The Regular Thing - if anything can be 
called "regular" when you've only been fucking on a 
weekly basis for two months - which could be summarized 
as her giving me head, me giving her head, then a good, 
enthusiastic screw; repeat as necessary. 

I was happily in the middle of Step Two, which I knew 
produced an orgasm about half the time, when it 
happened.

In hindsight it must have been those two fingers that 
were busy on her G-spot while my tongue was slashing big 
circles across her clit and pussy lips. Lauren's butt 
squeezed tight and her back arched, and her hips shoved 
her pussy up at my mouth in a delightfully assertive 
way. Her orgasm was one of those long, drawn out 
explosions of trembling muscles and vocal exaltations. 
My face got drenched. I was in heaven!

Oh, I've known a woman or two who have surged a 
noticeable extra load of lubrication when they climaxed. 
One woman even let loose a teaspoon or two of urine, 
much to her chagrin and my amusement at her chagrin. But 
Lauren's release was intense and voluminous, a liquid 
flow of honeyed nectar that coated my fingers and hand, 
smeared across my face from my eyes to my chin, 
cheekbone to cheekbone, spread sloppily between her 
thighs and produced a 10-inch wet spot on the sheets.

In less time than you could say "female ejaculation", I 
was on top of her, aiming my cock at dead center to find 
a friendly home. Success did not elude me. Between those 
eager thighs Lauren was a Human Slippery-Slide, with 
every slope leading to a Mecca of slick-matted pubic 
hair announcing a hot, pink center. I was a devout 
worshiper on my knees, and I found salvation in her 
cunt. Lauren was, in a word, juicy.

We fucked like the proverbial crazed weasels. Lauren had 
descended only a hair's breadth from her peak, and my 
lusty thrusts were keeping her surfing right there at 
the edge. It wasn't that she was having multiple 
orgasms. It was more that she was experiencing one long, 
continual orgasm. 

I stabbed into her cunt, trying different angles and 
hip-twists and full-cock stretches, and Lauren was 
gasping to the point of hyperventilating, open-mouthed 
and wild-eyed. 

She clung to me, hung to me, opened herself up to my 
deep, rooting plunges. Our bellies, our groins, slapped 
wetly against each other. I think I lasted a minute. I 
don't think Lauren complained that it was too short.

After that first occasion, we were able to trigger her 
juicy outpouring on an occasional, even if 
unpredictable, basis. Most of the times involved that G-
spot stimulation, with just the right pressure at just 
the right location at just the right time, but it wasn't 
always that M.O. Once she flooded my face when she was 
lying on top of me doing 69. I had a thumb in her cunt 
and my middle finger in her ass, as if I was about to 
begin bowling, and a variable vacuum suction on her clit 
that sent her over the edge.

Lauren and I broke up, eventually, for reasons that had 
nothing to do with sex. She moved away. A job transfer, 
someone told me. A few years later I saw her again at a 
local watering hole. She was standing at the end of the 
bar, hip to hip with a guy, engaged in an animated 
discussion with another couple. 

When I approached her to say hello, she introduced me to 
her boyfriend. And when I kissed her on the cheek, I 
could swear I caught a whiff of her musky female scent, 
and I knew he was a lucky man.

END

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