Dang Alta you are killing me here! Boy, did I miss these stories from all the guys, and you made me feel l was right there watching. LOL.
Congrats on the squirter experience, I was over 40 when I first experienced it and was surprised. So far have had four and I love it.
Two of my best was 1) a 22 year old hot thing that could honestly squirt from the bed to the wall which was over five feet away. She would drench the sheets. She could irrigate your lawn!
2) Other was 36 year old married hot redhead in St. Louis that golfing friend asked me to help him with his hotwife. I thought he was kidding but no, he said he could not keep up with her and would like watch us. First time maybe squirted three times, but one night I asked her what her record was. She said probably 7/8 times, I said well let's go for the record. She actually squirted 12 times and could have done more but I was done, exhausted. The sheets and floor around bed were soaked.
Oh, life can be so great!
[QUOTE=Altamonte407;3798087]Book two: Insatiable.
She begs for an intermission. She wants a cigarette and a chance to catch her breath. I think our hour might have been close to up at that point. There was zero indication our date was coming to a close. We go back to the couch. We shoot the shit and just enjoy each others company. Eventually she lights up a cigarette. She is smoking and I am running my hands over her body. She is still as naked as she was when I got there. I glance down and see her clittoral hood. It looked. . . Lonely. I am neither a woman, nor a smoker, but I get this idea in my head that she might like to drag on a cigarette while some guy chows her box. I couldn't stop myself. Next thing I know her feet are on my shoulders and I am going to town on everything she has down there. Turns out I was right. She did like this.
Eventually, she stubs out her cig, and does a slow, deliberate roll into the couch variant of my favorite pose. Her knees are barely on the couch. Spread wide. Her arms are on the back of the couch, head resting on them. He back is slightly arched and now I am staring directly at her pussy, inches away. She doesn't say a word. She doesn't have to. The cover is still (amazingly) secure and in place. I stand up behind her and slide my cock back home inside her perfectly sized vagina. This was easily the worst sex we had. I just couldn't get the height right, or get a secure hold on her to fuck her the way I wanted to. That said, it was still fantastic. But after fumbling and grinding for a few minutes, I pulled out and plopped on the couch. I didn't say a word. I didn't have to. She mounts up on my cock and pounds out three more quivering, drenching, squirting orgasms. I have never seen anything like this.
She eventually gets off and lies down on the floor. I suspect she might have been trying to get away. I am not sure. But she also is disappointed I haven't cum. I am not disappointed. At all. I just have so many questions. She decides she wants me to cum. So much for getting away. I join her on the floor in missionary. I'm homestly doing my best to finish for her. But it's just not happening. I know this. I try to tell her this. She doesn't want my excuses. Goddamn, woman. I suggest we try lazy dog, since that has been effective in the past. Our date has been going on, almost constantly, for 90 minutes at this point.
She is lying face down, flat on the floor, legs together. I am lying on top of her, knees outside her legs. My cock is right where it should be: deep inside her. I start in kind of push-up position, trying to cum. I'm getting flashes of progress, but no firm commitment. Eventually I relaxed onto her back. Still grinding into her and really enjoying myself. I think we stayed like that for an hour. I would grind in little circles, she would start getting into it and her hips would start moving. It felt so fucking good. Then she would either announce she was cumming, or demand I make her cum. Your wish, my command sweetie. I know she wasn't faking. This girl can't fake it. The waves of liquid pouring out of her crotch are kind of a give away. She would not. Stop. Cumming. Over and over we just kept doing the same thing. I'd start, she would join, she would cum, we would rest. I lost track of the count.
I had no idea what time it was. I just knew if I didn't put a stop to this we would still be there the next day, so I apologized and slowly pulled out. She asked if I was getting sore. Actually, no, now that you mention it. I think I might be good to keep going. I just can't. I am feeling guilty, like I am taking advantage of her. This is not what she agreed to. I think she might be cum-drunk, if that is a thing. I force myself into her bedroom, grab my clothes and get dressed. We agree that we will see each other again. That was obvious. We kiss goodbye and I stumble to my car.
We fucked for two and a half hours with one small break. I believe that might have been the best sex of my life, and I didn't even cum. . .
Adriana is still UTR, but she encouraged me to share her digits.[/QUOTE]