Message-ID: <28800asstr$981519005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: AimTwoPlease X-Original-Message-ID: <95q7fc$8tm$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Wed Feb 07 01:13:21 2001 GMT Subject: {ASSM} "Sloppy" (MF) by AimTwoPlease Date: Tue, 6 Feb 2001 23:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates Sloppy by AimTwoPlease 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 pussylips. 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. Sent via Deja.com http://www.deja.com/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+