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Wednesday, February 15, 2017, 7:05:07 PM- QUEEN OF SQUIRTING
This might be long to read but I think is worth it, so just relax and enjoy:

You never know when you're going to run into a big surprise:

I was 43 years old when I got divorced seven years ago after 15 years of marriage, leaving me with the feeling that I had lost my stamina and my "touch" with women because my sex life with my wife had been so boring, so predictable, as she hardly ever reached an orgasm, no matter what I did to her. But things changed dramatically when I started dating an old friend of mine for almost a year, and even more the following year when I started dating a 34 years old lawyer recently divorced whom I had been chatting and emailing with a couple of years before my break up.

She was introduced to me about three years ago by a common friend who was a lawyer too, and the first thing I thought about her was that she was not the pretty type but she was definitively the sexy one type, with her little thick frame and very curvy body, very large breast, and a “hotline” type of voice. She was smart and wore colorful dresses with deep necklines so her large tits seemed so pressed in her 38D bra that they were about to pop out in any given time, as they were the focal point of her personality and body.

She was conscious of her features and exploited on her own behalf, so I did easily knew who he meant about when I heard our common friend talking years ago about his sexual adventures during his college days referring to a nameless college girlfriend he fucked anytime he wished, but he had got married recently and had to cool it off because his wife had turn to hate her. I realized that she could be ranked as a very hot and easy to fuck girl, but with the turmoil running in my life I didn’t look out for her in that period of my life.

To keep her within reach I started sending innocent emails that soon turned into email with sexual content, and she sent to me few emails with video clips of girls having squirts. The thing is that I had never had sex with a woman who could squirt much less I knew much about it, so I googled it and not long enough I started writing back to her like I was an expert on the matter, almost a master about it!

Three years went by and I was already a free man when we finally met again and I asked her out right away. We went to dance a couple of times noticing that she had turned curvier in the meantime because she had recently gone into a Lipectomy surgery that streamlined her waist, prompting her tits to stand out even more.
By then she was already a divorced woman, and as she tried to play the “not an easy to get girl” role I could smell she was a willing woman, craving for sex, and recalled what our common friend had said about her high sexual drive and how easy to turn on she was, so I ask her right away about getting laid. I knew that after her marriage failure she had been busy raising her only child on her own, and she was still wearing the body suit required after the surgery so she was expecting a longer courtship, but I played clearly that I wasn’t willing to play the role of a patient boyfriend, and as she agreed on I knew I had finally got a woman with a fucking machine instinct for myself. I wasn’t wrong at all.

A couple of months later while doing her oral sex and fingering her clit and after she had reached her first regular orgasm of the night she had her pussy still wet so I kept tonguing her vagina lips wide open, and then I felt in my mouth an additional secretion, one that was different from previous cum, one that made her pussy so watery, like dripping tears out of her vagina. It tasted a little salty so I did ask her at the moment if she had piss on me a little and she said no, not at all, but she didn’t give me further explanation, so I started to suspect what it was all about.

By then I was delighted because I had recovered my self-confidence so I could make her cum almost at will, while keeping control of my ejaculations because she was so wet and slippery that I could penetrate her pussy constantly and still last much longer than ever before, delaying my ejaculations for up to an hour, something impossible for me to do before, even in my younger years.

I asked her one day about it and she told me she had first noticed an additional dripping while having sex in her college years but she had thought mistakenly that it was part of her cum, but later on during her marriage she found out she was indeed developing the ability to squirt. Her marriage lasted only three years, period in what she had few events of squirting, something her former husband did not like, much less appreciated it, which xxxxxx her to learn somehow to hold it back, repressing herself sexually.

We lived apart in different neighborhoods as she lived in the second floor apartment on top of her parents’ house, and one night before her birthday party she sent down her little daughter to sleep with her grannies, and I knew it meant she wanted the place for herself, so rough and wild sex was awaiting. So while drinking vodka and listening to music I could tell she was hornier than ever that night so we started making out in the couch, but this time I decided I needed to hold myself back as much as I could to try to get her off her sexual limits.

What happened the next four hours was unexpectedly awesome: as we were sitting in her living room couch and things got fired up upon the dimmed lights and with the sound of some romantic salsa music in the back ground to prevent our own noise to be audible at her parent’s lower floor house, I led her easily to her first orgasm and instead of rushing to finish off I kept myself centered in giving her continuous oral sex and fingering her wildly with occasional penetrations without cuming myself.

I kissed all over her body squeezing her tits so much while masturbating her and after a few minutes she had a series of small and some large drippings as she moaned loudly and rolled back her eyes as she gasped counting like 15 leakages until we had a rest for a few minutes, because we were both exhausted. It was time to eat some and drink another shots of vodka while she smoked out in the balcony, and as I stared at her I thought she looked more like a VIP whore than a lawyer wearing her translucent night gown.

She stayed there for only a few minutes, and as soon as she finished her cigarette she said she wanted to finish me off because I hadn’t cum yet and started to give me a blow job so fiercely that soon after I was about to cum, so to prevent myself from cum I laid her on the couch and I started fisting her so fiercely that she released my dick and then a few minutes later she began to shiver so hard as a large squirt came flushing out of her deepness, but it was not the outburst seen in porno videos but more like a half opened faucet that runs for a few seconds as she trembled and gasped while losing her breath.

I thought we were done for the night after such an spectacle, thinking that I never experienced something like that, and as I was resting sitting in the corner of the armless couch she sat on my legs and starting moving slowly showing her intentions that she wanted me to cum inside her (we were not using any condoms by then), but as she started jumping on me her pussy was so wet I felt almost no friction so I had to control myself and started fingering slowly around her anus and took my dick out of her vagina and fingered her clit with my other hand as I switched places with her.

The air in the living room felt thick with our own heat and the smell of cigarettes and minutes later while penetrating her she started a sequence of drippings, then she sucked my dick then I switched to giving her oral sex and 69ing which were followed by constant secretions that pumped out at almost an even rate, then I turned around and with my right hand finished her off with an orgasm that left her shivering and thrusting up and down her hips.
She then made it clear that she wanted me to finish inside her and opened her legs as wide as an Olympic gymnast and with a few powerful hip thrusts she made me cum inside her. I was as concentrated in my task that when we relaxed I could recall every small squirt she had, and as amazed as I was in that moment I knew we were not done yet.

By then it was about 2 AM and I tried to recount all of her squirts, small and large secretions together, and I was astonished that I could count up to 35 of small drippings in a span of three hours, thinking that I’d would have been great if we had our sex session videotaped, but that was something she had rejected from the beginning of our relationship, only to happen if we ever got married, something I was not considering in any given time.

She brought me back from my wandering mind and told me to look down to the couch which was so wet of cum and squirt that she had to bring a towel, and after a half an hour of relax she went after me giving me a long and delightful blow job but by then I knew that I had to surrender my own needs in order to get the most out of her, so I told her I could not cum that fast again and instead it was easy to notice that her drive was so high that I could distract her by turning her around and started dogging her while grabbing her large tits, as it was evident that she had so much left to give.

I knew that holding myself to only two cums was the key to such a successful night for me so I sat in front of her while fisting her and occasionally we switched places on top or under without relaxing, and as time went by her vagina kept spraying squirts, I felt we were like sub humans surrendered to our basic mating instincts, changing position every few minutes, in a sexual frenzy I’d never experience with any woman before, and as she had a large final squirt that sprinkled my arms and legs, it was clear that she was finally worn out as she laid on the couch with all her body wet of a combination of sweat, her own cum, my cum and all her squirt.
She was not ashamed at all but mostly amazed of what had happened that night between us, as she told me that she had wanted it to happen so long ago but could not find the right partner for. Another thing that helped to keep the sexual momentum was that I fingered her anus but didn’t penetrate it because she had told me that once I plugged my dick into her I couldn’t go back into her vagina without first washing it.

As we relaxed it was already 3 AM and as quieted down the music suddenly sounded too loud so she turned off, and because of the dimmed light we didn´t notice the puddle of squirt and her cum on the floor next to the couch, and much less we worried how wet the couch was. I felt I was skimmed and tired, with my legs so weak I could barely walk, but I did conclude one thing: the key to such a lasting sex session was in part because we remained either sit or standing, and only one of us were laid, preventing us from relaxing too much and falling to sleep, something that could have easily happened to either of us if we were in bed.

I left her place by 3.30 AM feeling physically drained after such a sexual marathon and she went to bed and dropped dead only to get a call from her mother early in the morning telling her she needed to send her daughter back up to her apartment. She told me she rushed back to her living room only to find a strange scene: the place was a complete mess, the floor was dirty as we had stepped on the puddle of squirt with our bare foot and with my shoes on in my way out, and the whole couch was totally wet.

Her birthday party was going to take place that afternoon in her place, and her little daughter was about to rush in a few minutes, so at her dismay she had to run and do the cleaning, mopping the floor, brushing and cleansing the couch, later taking it out in the balcony so the direct light will help to dry it out during the day.
When I went back to her place that afternoon for her birthday party we could only laugh ourselves on what happened in the same living room roughly 12 hours before, counting over her record of 39 secretions and three major squirts in a four hour span. Even her father ask her why the couch felt so humid, but she avoided any direct answer as she laughed by herself. We kept having great sex for about a year and she regularly had small secretions and a few eventual squirts, but we never got to repeat the whole thing over, not even when I tried to match her peak period days, something she knew I’d kept track of closely, as she had birth planned control with monthly injections to avoid the use of condoms.

As time went on It was clear that my approach to our relationship was we were fuck partners and not a couple with a probable future, and she even made thing harder as she started pressing for me to go to live with her and her daughter at her place, with a marriage proposal looming ahead, something I had already ditched out with her or any woman at that moment of my life, a feeling that eroded the base of our sexual relationship.

Another thing that bothered me is that she had met our mutual friend during working days as they coincided in three bank foreclosures, leaving me with the feeling that they had kept some type of an old sexual link between them, one that could be turned on and off upon request on any given time, but I felt it didn’t make sense to argue with her about it, much less with our mutual friend, as I had already decided that this relationship had a short term left. Things finally cooled off and after a year of the most amazing sex I´ve ever had I left her for good in 20102, just a month off before her next birthday.
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