When I was in university, I became friends with a woman in medical school. She was in my broad circle, which is to say that we ran into each other at parties a few times a month. One of them got a bit wild; we were in the countryside, and the night had an air of surreality to it. We had been flirting, which in itself was a departure for us; we had only ever been friends, in part because she had men in the group constantly chasing after her and I had no interest in petty squabbles unless she was interested. It transpires that she was– flirting turned to her hand brushing over my cock, which turned to my hand cupping her ass, which turned to her spreading her legs and trying to contain her moans as I slid my fingers inside of her under a coat as we were driven back to the house we would be sleeping in.
When we finally got to the house, everyone was poured a drink and we sat down in the drawing room; she and I could not keep our eyes off of each other, and it was clear that we had no interest in the conversation. One of the men in the group was close friends with one of her admirers, and did a valiant job of trying to keep us apart, but he had no prospect of success. Once people started to drift away and the threshold of properly drunk was crossed by a critical mass of the crowd, we slipped away to a loo.
She was pretty; long blonde hair, thin, with massive, cute eyes. Her ass was incredible, but what had me dying to have her was how wet she got. She had soaked my fingers in the car, and she had whispered in my ear that she squirted whenever she had sex– my particular kink, the thing that turns me on more than anything else. We closed the door, and I pressed her against it, running my hands over her body as we kissed. She pulled away to take off her dress, dropped to her knees, pulled my cock out, and started going down on me. It was incredible; she had beautifully thick lips, and her tongue worked miracles. I started throbbing, getting close, and she looked me in the eye as she ran her tongue along my cock, making me fill her mouth with my cum. She swallowed every last drop, and I decided to return the favour. I turned her around and bent her naked body over the sink, and drew my hand up her thigh, lingering as I touched her absolutely soaking wet pussy. I spanked her, harder and harder, until her grool started running down her leg. I bent down and kissed my way up the soft inside of her thigh, and ran my tongue along her pussy.
She was overflowing with grool. I had never gone down on a girl who got so wet, and it made me instantly hard again. She came easily, which was merciful, as by this point, I had a primal need to fuck her. I licked her clit, softly at first, but harder and harder; she clearly liked it rough, which suited me. Her legs quivered as she started to cum, and she begged me to keep licking her as she came to orgasm, squirting all over my face. By this point, I was desperate to feel that wetness on my cock. I stood up, drew my rock hard penis along her soaking pussy, and gave her a hard thrust.
She gasped as she felt me, and begged me for more. There was no teasing to be done; I fucked her hard. She did not just soak my cock; my hips and legs were soaked as she squirted on me over and over. I tensed up as I could feel myself getting close, and she looked back at me as I finally came. I filled her pussy with my cum as she ground her hips into me, clearly loving the feeling of having my hot cum deep inside of her. As soon as she could feel me finish, she turned around, dropped to her knees, and sucked my cock clean. She gave me a wink, and we went out to show face in the party. Happily, everything was wrapping up, and we went straight to her room.
We fucked eight or nine times that night. Every time, she squirted more than any girl I have ever been with; she soaked the mattress, let alone me. We resolved to keep getting together, and to keep it from our friends: to have them think it was a one-off occurrence. That summer, we kept getting together: an hour in my flat, the bathroom of a pub, hidden in a corner at a party. Feeling her soak me ignited something primal in me, and feeling me cum in her clearly did the same for her. Then, one night, she was on call at the hospital; we decided to make the most of the on call room. I will share that story next.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/mgcstn/before_the_on_call_room