The necessity of a towel

Fucking always involved a towel — from the first time she ever invited me into her bed. Yvonne never squirted a little but a lot, and she could literally soak the bed.

It was always an exercise in patience — taking her past the point of not wanting to cum again and disregarding her whispered protests. She always took pleasure in a soaked towel and has told me so more than once.

I could never make her squirt with my cock but rather my two fingers and my tongue — I enjoyed her taste and the sight of fluid pouring from her cunt, and I craved it always.

Once she was spread over me; my fingers caressing her spot as my tongue played with her clit. She stopped sucking my cock and let herself flow — I tried to drink as much as I could but most of her juices ran down the sides of my face onto the towel.

Occasionally, she would try to make herself squirt as I watched but she never could. She could only make herself cum, and even when she watched me jerk off and cum all over her pussy, the towel would stay relatively dry.

I woke her one night from a deep sleep with my touch and we fucked for a while. With my tongue on her clit and my fingers deep inside her I made her soak the bed. She got so angry at me for not getting a towel.

After the towel is soaked, and if I haven’t cum yet, she will spread her legs and we will fuck on the wet towel until my screams of release fill the room. I will collapse into her and she will wrap herself around me and we’d kiss.

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Everything is just soaked

We were sun soaked and relaxed and making our way back to the city in the slowest possible way. As we weaved our way deliberately searching out country roads, and with the sun starting to set, we talked about too much sun, kissing in the cool water, and that we needed to do more beach days in the middle of the week.

As I was settling into the drive back, I heard shifting beside me and with a side glance noticed parted legs, the hint of golden pubic hair exposed by a summer dress pulled up slightly, and panties still looped around an ankle. My gaze moved back to the road as a car came over the hill. I smiled and started to say something witty, I heard a proclamation,

“I very horny babe!”

The next few miles was a juggling act between managing the road and stealing glances at parted lips and self exploration — sometimes she was caressing her clit and sometimes venturing inside.

“Do you think you could help a girl out?”

And with that request, she settled deeper into the seat and a hand shifted to her thigh; her sound and response to my touch would guide my way.

I softly caressed her skin, moving across her thigh and gently encouraging her to spread her legs further giving me easier access; I eventually came to rest on her mons and pulled gently at the pubic hair with my fingers. With a sound of encouragement, I moved a finger to the hood of her clit and gently pressed down and released; I was slow and deliberate while also trying to focus on the road ahead of me. She would shift occasionally, and her growing excitement was reflected in the rhythm of her breathing; when I stopped, she gently pushed into my finger. Pulling my hand away, I brought my fingers to my mouth for some lubricant and returned to rest the palm of my hand on her pubic and placing two fingers on the lips of her pussy. With slow gently movement, I caressed the sides of her labia; my spit mixing with her wetness. As two fingers shifted to three, my pressure increased with our excitement and my middle finger slowly teased with the promise of penetration. As I entered her, a moan escaped her lips.

“Harder”         

The rhythm of my finger moving in and out was slow and constant but as it sank into her, the pressure against the inner wall of her cunt was more intense and my palm pushed into her clit at the same time; this is how I would finger fuck her until she came.

As I concentrated on the road, my cock was straining against my shorts, my hand and arm were starting to cramp and the rhythm of finger fucking her had become hard and fast and I could feel her build — her sounds had moved from simply breathing to groans of desire not yet fulfilled. I knew she would cum soon. Shifting my hand slightly, my baby finger followed her juices to her asshole, and with the slightest penetration, triggered her orgasm that brought her legs together almost crushing my hand and she panted moans of pleasure after having been released. I couldn’t help but taste her juices before I firmly had two hands back on the wheel.

As we settled back into the drive home, I needed to stay focused — night had taken over and I hadn’t even realized it. As I quickly looked over, she was in shadows and I could tell she was trying to organize herself when I felt her gentle touch.

“Honey, you have to pull over. I need to get a towel — everything is just soaked.”

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