Fluid [MF]

“Stop!” she whimpered.

*Fuck!* I think to myself as my hand stops in mid-caress of Lindsey’s soft inner thigh. Her very muted request was barely heard, but my hand might as well have been zapped by an invisible fence. I never press on when that word is uttered with a lover as new as Lindsey. I am sure she can feel my fingers twitching in place though. So damn close!

That said, I am not sure how I misread the signs. I swear she wanted this too. Fourth date and we finally came to the point of having a cannot-keep-our-hands-off-each-other make-out session which felt like it turned into need-to-be-tumbling-into-fucking-each-other territory.

I let my eyes refocus and take her in as she is, as we are. Clothes half off, her honey blonde hair is in a pleasant disarray; her breasts spilling out of her shirt seemingly with no desire to go back into hiding; her face looks as if it is majorly pissed off that I listened to her lips command. I have never seen a lover look so wanton in my life. My cock feels as if it is in the beginning stages of a coup against my fuckable good scruples, it actively trying to convince me I was just hearing things. My fingers twitched a bit toward what awaits them at the end of the journey up her soft thighs; each twitching digit thinking my cock’s coup to be a wonderfully, marvelous idea. Fingers tossing agreement behind my cock that my good-nature was purposely trying to sabotage an otherwise wonderful evening with this beautiful and wanton woman.

She grabbed my wrist like a lightning strike and whimpered even more silently, “Please…stop…”

*Fuck!*

My fingers go down in surrender. My cock wilts a bit in defeat. The sensible part of me feels bad for even allowing such a weak coup to occur.

“I am sorry…I thought you wanted…”

“I do! It is not that…its…”

There is a pause that flirts with the idea of becoming an awkward pause. I dare not say a word, I can already feel a coup re-energizing.

*See! There is still a chance! She wants it, there are just some caveats or some such…*

Between the silence and the plottings and strategizing going on by certain, more rebellious parts of my anatomy, I feel madness start to cloud my sensibilities.

“I like you, A LOT!” She forces the words out to make sure I can hear them, “It is just…I have a…problem…a condition…I need to warn you about before…”

*Red Alert! Red Alert! Unknown condition ahead! Admission of STD or something of that severity pending. Do not press on with the coup! Repeat! Do not press on with this coup d’état!*

I take in her face, and she looks so vulnerable, which only makes me to want her even more. She looks so scared about saying anything more. She looks like she is on the verge of tears, which makes me just want to give her a bloody, compassionate and tame friendzone-ish hug.

“I…” She swallows, almost in shame, “I…get very wet…I am extremely wet right now…”

I swallow down a laugh. It is perhaps the hardest thing I have ever done in my life. I swallow it down because it is obvious she believes this is a problem. The pain is clear across her face.

*Cancel Red Alert! Repeat Cancel Red Alert. No impending doom ahead, but use extreme caution because there is a sensitive heart up ahead attached to a seemingly very horny woman. I cannot think of a more dangerous and volatile situation.*

I swallow down another laugh, but this one is toward myself. Even the rebellious parts of me seem to have some scruples.

“…and…” she continued.

*Oh Fuck! There is an ‘And’…crank back up to a yellow alert.*

“…it’ll only gets worse the more worked up you get me.” A tear actually trickles down her cheek. It is as if she just admitted her greatest sin and is now bracing for me to flee.

*Jesus H. Christ! What kind of stupid rejects a woman that gets very wet when fucking around. Ok boys! Coup as planned. Do not let Mr. Sensible take control again. Words in this moment will only fuck things up, and not in the good way we are all going for! Attack! Attack! Now! Before he can say anything sweet and understanding…*

The rebellious fingers surge forward and are met by a wetness never imagined. They almost believed there were no panties guarding the sacred pass because they were so sodden in fluid. Fingers slipped right past and I found dipping into her cunt oddly reminding me of the first time I dove into the Pacific. Wetness vast and endless. General Cock swelled with glee at intelligence gathered by the Private fingers, anticipating his eventual arrival with an endless, unbridled lust.

My mouth found Lindsey’s, before she could utter another word. Her tongue melted against mine. Her hands working my pants more, wanting to discuss terms of surrender to General Cock, coup d’etat extraordinaire. I lost a moan into her mouth as her fingers freed him from the confines of his exile, my pants. I lost another moan into her mouth as Lindsey started surrendering her cunt to my eager fingers. The surrender felt oddly like a counterattack though. Her hand pounded my cock with no finesse to teasing, but with blind purpose to making me cum. A sudden panic started to fill me. A panic that I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. I broke our kiss and grunted out, “Stop!…I am about…”

She ignored my feeble request. My fingers dove into her as deeply as they could go, the need to be deep inside of her in some way as I was about to cum instinctual.

General Cock started cursing in my head at the same time he started cumming all over her tits, bra, tummy, and half-opened shirt. The orgasmic scream she gave off was only dwarfed by the tidal wave of a molten hot ocean that drowned my literal, fucking fingers. That scream reached inside my soul and made sure my body released every drop of available cum it could.

We sat there in the aftermath. I am not sure how I imagined my first shared orgasm with Lindsey to play out, but it wasn’t like that. I watched her smear my cum into her skin and felt her quiver against my soaked fingers as she gave off a purr. She eyed me as she brought her coated hand to her lips to lap my seed off of her fingers. I sighed and brought my soaked hand to my lips in turn. My first lick just made me want to bury my head between her legs. Her lips suddenly speaking paused that thought.

“Sorry…I should have also warned you…nothing makes me gush more than feeling a lover cum all over me. The mere thought of getting you off before you could think about what to do with your cock…”

She slurped her cum-covered fingers with a wicked smile. I couldn’t help but laugh. She slurped harder. General Cock stirred. Trying to rearm, yet utterly unsure what his next plan of attack would be.

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