Sex, Love, Exhibtionism

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Professor Annie

Let’s talk for a moment about female ejaculation.

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Actually, maybe I should back up just a bit.

Let’s talk about my friend, Professor Annie.

Prof. A teaches in a science-related field at a local university. She is, unsurprisingly, brilliant. She’s also a very attractive, elegant woman. She’s very tall, with high cheekbones, full lips, and short, spikey hair. She has a great body, with soft curves in all the right places. She’s a warm, giving, loving person – and extremely strong, having dealt with some serious personal and family crises over the last few years. I like and respect her tremendously.

She is also, not incidentally, the most sexually amazing human being I’ve ever encountered. More on that in a bit.

We dated for a while this past spring. She’s about 5 years older than me, which is unusual (and a bit outside my comfort zone). Things were promising for a while, but eventually came off the tracks, and we decided to cool it. That was a decision made without rancor on either side, though, and we kept in touch. We hadn’t seen each other in a couple of months, but we exchanged a few texts this past week and broached the possibility of hanging out sometime this weekend. That culminated in her coming over Saturday night, and us getting a little drunk.

It felt good to be with her again. We were enjoying each other’s company, and I felt that she was giving me signals that she was interested in letting things get physical – a casual touch here, a lingering look there. Eventually, I kissed her, and things more or less exploded.

I got her clothes off with her help and we kissed some more. I got myself in position to go down on her beautiful, shaved, bright pink pussy – and she asked for a timeout for a quick bathroom break. A moment later, she peeked back into the living room and told me there were no hand towels out. I apologized and followed her back to the bathroom to get one for her. One of us grabbed the other, or maybe we both did; by that point my head was more than a little foggy from the cocktails and lust. However it happened, the hand towel was forgotten and she was bent over the bathroom sink. I was pushing her down with my left hand and fingering her with my right. She was lost in lust too, moaning and sighing, then: “I want you in me. Fuck me.”

She was soaking wet, and without a word I thrust my cock all the way into her (how had I lost my pants? I don’t know). We stood there and fucked.

In just a few seconds, I felt her cunt clamp down on me and I knew she was going to come. Prof. Annie is, as I said before, amazing; she is the easiest woman to get off, and the most multiply-orgasmic, that I’ve ever encountered. And you remember how I started this post, by mentioning female ejaculation?

Oh boy.

When the Professor comes, she comes. I don’t think I know how to describe it; it’s awe inspiring. “Squirt” doesn’t really seem to be the right word. Fire hoses don’t “squirt.” “Gush” gets closer to it.

She moaned/groaned/screamed, the way she does when she has a particularly strong one. She bucks so much that it’s hard to stay in her, but I clamped both hands on her hips and pushed in as well as I could. I felt her hot come, and heard it literally splatter on the tile floor. Spurt after spurt. We were still for just a moment and I started pumping her again. She came again, right away, as I knew she would.

We were standing in a puddle, our legs trembling.

We made it back to the living room. I put a couple of towels down on the couch (somewhat wishful thinking). I finally got my tongue in her, and she came again. And again. I stood and put my cock in her mouth. Then her cunt. She came. I pulled out and licked her clit. She came. I sucked her nipples. She came, spurting on my chest.

I have no idea how many times she got off. It was a lot. And it probably could have gone on indefinitely. Around 1 a.m. or so, I stood in front of her and stroked my cock – fully intending to give a little good-natured payback for the drenching I’d had from her. My orgasm seemed a little paltry compared to hers, but my semen splashed down onto her breasts and belly, somehow not quite reaching her face – to my minor disappointment.

The (significant) clean up could wait for the next day. After quick (and utterly necessary) showers, she and I snuggled into my nice, warm, and completely dry bed. And yes, that much was totally foresight on my part. Not my first rodeo.

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Posted on Monday, July 29 2013. Tagged with: datingvanilla

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