I whispered that I wasn’t interested in anal sex, but that what he was doing felt nice. He heeded this comment and licked my rosebud once more, while his fingers found their way into my open pussy.
“Your juices are so sweet,” he said, looking up from licking my pussy. “You have a beautiful pussy as well.”
He took his time with my vagina. He lapped at my juices, like kitten with a milk bowl, stopping every so often to stimulate my clitoris and bring me closer to the brink.
After about forty minutes of this, I needed to come. He had brought me to the edge several times. It was like he could sense when I was close and was deliberately holding back.
“For fucks sake!” I shouted. “Stop dithering about down there and make me come.”
He changed all of a sudden. Kevin knelt up straight, took my hands away from my thighs, which was a welcome relief. He placed his ring and middle fingers close to my lips and told me to wet them with my saliva. He ran his fingers along either side of my clitoral hood and squeezed my clit on the way down to my vaginal entrance.
I moaned as I welcomed the intrusion of his two fingers. Kevin placed his other hand on my stomach and pressed ever so lightly, as he began to move his fingers in and out of my pussy. Slowly at first and then he sped up, almost pounding his fingers in and out, like a piston. With his fingers pounding way at my soaking pussy, the flat of his hand slapped against my entrance, creating like a suction like sensation.
Something wild was building within me and as Kevin bent forward and ran the tip of his tongue across my clit, I erupted. My pussy ejaculated a fountain of liquid in an arc that spread across the carpet. This had never happened before. Yes, Patrick, my darling long dead hubby, had often caused me to squirt, but that was while he was inside me and the result was often a soaked bottom sheet on the bed. This fountain was a whole new experience. Fireflies danced before my eyes as I screamed in rapture. I gripped the seat cushion of the couch so hard, that I almost ripped the upholstery.
Not even giving me chance to draw breath or get my sense back on track, Kevin did it again. Slid his two fingers into my drenched pussy and slamming them in and out, like he had before, eliciting the same reaction. Another juicy arc erupted from the depths of my vagina and shot across the room.
I didn’t complain. I was having too much fun and loving the orgasms Kevin was giving me. I can’t be sure, but I think I counted six, before I almost passed out.
I lay still, half of my body on the couch, the other draped off and across the floor.
My crotch was mess and the couch cushion was awash with my secretions.
I came too with Kevin between my thighs once more, licking at my soaking cunt, tasting my juices. I think he was trying to tidy me up, as I did with his cock.
Breathlessly, I asked Kevin, “What the hell did you do to me?”
He smiled as he answered. “I really wasn’t sure if that would work. I watched a video online. A man showed me what he said was a guaranteed way to make a woman squirt when she same. I thought I would try it out on you.”