“I’m going to squirt, I’m going to spurt…I’m going to shoot my fucking load!” I told her. I didn’t know what to say, what she’d prefer hearing, so I said it all. But she seemed to love hearing it, every bit of it, coaxing me to continue.
“Yes! Yes! Squirt for me Max, shoot your creamy spunk! Let me see it hit the water! Tell me! Tell me! Tell…me!”
“I’m fucking cumming!” I screamed out, looking down just as she was, watching rope after rope of my sperm splashing into the toilet, her hand wild now upon me, pumping my prick furiously in an attempt to drain me of every last possible drop.
She licked her fingers clean stepping off to the side around me. I stepped back as she sat down on the toilet taking my place. I answered the unasked question.
“You’re going to need to give me a while, especially after last night, and now this morning.”
“We’re in no hurry here,” she told me. “So enjoy yourself…just as I did.” And with that, I stood there watching her fingering herself, already I could see the beginnings of her own white creamy substance beginning to appear in the folds of her pussy lips.
It wouldn’t take nearly as long as I’d first thought.
**
I stood there watching her finger herself. Watched as her own creamy substance poured from her pussy, oozing out of her cunt, dripping into the bowl. I could hear the decadent sounds she made as she teased herself, purposely fucking her cunt in such a way that I could hear the sound of her juices as she pleasured herself.
It was hard again.
I reached down easily, lifting her off the seat. As I did, she slid easily down onto my shaft, locking her legs around my waist.
“Don’t…”
“I know…I won’t,” I assured her, and then thrust into her deeply, pinning her back against the wall as I began fucking her wildly and as fast as I possibly could. She cried out then in pure orgasmic bliss seconds later, pounding into her again and again, until she came again, crying out, clenching herself to me.
“I’m gonna…”
“CUM!” She screamed out, and then held me so tightly to her that I had no other choice. And I began filling her pussy with my sperm.
**
We went downstairs for coffee after that, once again sitting at the kitchen table. For a moment neither one of us spoke, still lost in thought.
“So? Where are we…anywhere?” She asked.
“Everywhere, and nowhere,” I told her honestly, as I still hadn’t really come to any decisions yet. “But I have decided one thing,” I began as she looked on worriedly. “Before I finally decide how I feel about all this…about everything, I now know, I need to see it for myself. I need to see you with other men, I need to know how I’d feel about that, good or bad. So until I do that, I don’t think I can honestly tell you one way or the other.”
She thought about that only for a moment before replying. “Yes, perhaps you should. Maybe that is the only way you’ll truly know for sure one way or the other. When?”
“As soon as we can, I think,” I told her, now not at all sure I had the courage enough to actually go through with it, but I could now see she was committed to it herself.
“Tonight then. I know where and what to do. Just be ready. She now stood her mind made up, though now so was mine. “I’ll call you in a couple of hours with all the details, just leave everything up to me.” And with that, she was out the door again. I sighed heavily, knowing that after tonight…one way or the other, I would know if we had any sort of a future together. Whatever was going to happen, was going to happen. There was no stopping it now. There was no point in it anyway, I needed to know. Had to know. And before the evening was over, I would know.
**