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JR7
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Wanted to share a truly funny story with all of you. I went on a few dates with a girl named Elizabeth in my early twenties who was very free in bed but for one highly conservative trait: she would not swear.
This was a rule with her. She did not use curse words in her normal everyday life and she would not bend her principles even at the height of the moment. I didn't know it was such an ideal with her at first. I just thought she was a very classy, articulate person who did not need to reduce her language to four letter words. It wasn't until our second date that I learned it was a real issue with her. On both our first and second dates, we did not have sex, but she blew me rather intensely at then end of each of them. Somehow she knew how to get me right to the point of orgasm, slow down, and just delay and delay and delay so that I could last indefinitely. (Basically, she mirrored my masturbation technique.) When she finally did let me cum both times, I reached orgasm so intensely it was like a slow burn followed by massive cock heaves of semen. The first time I recall saying, "Holy fuck, I'm cumming," right before I started blasting. She somehow swallowed every drop. The second time I said, "Fuck yeah, here I cum," to which she prudently withdrew my spurting penis from her mouth allowing me to douse my neck, torso, abdomen and balls with my own cum. When I finally stopped ejaculating, I said, "Shit's everywhere."
Now I noticed a slight frown so I asked what was the matter. Elizabeth told me she really didn't like swearing and as much as she loved bringing me to blissful orgasm she wished it wasn't accompanied by such "vulgar language." I told her that her blow jobs were too good to risk losing over a couple of impulsively-chosen words and that I would (somehow) curb it in the future. It was at this point that I asked her if this prohibition against taking the Lord's name in vain had anything to do with her not letting me go down on her the past two times. (I had been wondering why she just blew me and refused me advances to turn things into 69, and this seemed to fit the bill.) Sure enough it had! She had been eaten out by guys in the past and the closest she came to cursing was when she was getting cunnilingus performed on her. She didn't want to risk it with me because she had a feeling it would be really good. I told her I was flattered she thought that but if she managed to suppress it with other guys, she should be able to do so with me. (Secretly, I was hoping she was right and that I would be the one guy to take her over the edge and get a swear out of her.)
Nonetheless, the third date, she indeed let me go down on her. In fact, we 69-ed. I think because she wasn't able to concentrate as much on how close I was due to my tongue in her sweet hairy pussy, she made me cum much faster. It was still a wonderful orgasm and quite swear-worthy, but I suppressed all four letter words and muttered a simple "Uggggggghhhhhh, I'm cumming." As my cum spurted down my shaft and balls with her loving hand stroking and getting creamed in the process, I continued to lick her clit and insert my fingers into her hairy pussy. Though tired and light-headed after my balls got drained, I persisted in my efforts to bring her to cunnilingual orgasm. Her breathing hastened and her moaning grew louder and more intense. Finally, I heard an uncontrollable, "Fuck yeahhhhh, you're gonna make me cum!" This was followed by a string body tremor and something I like to call the 'pearl,' not necessarily a female ejaculation (I've experienced those to know the difference) but a rich, white dollup of pussy goo that oozes out the moment the female reaches orgasm.
She was embarrassed and said, "You can't tell anyone I said that!" I promised not to and kept that promise until today, 13 years later.
This was a rule with her. She did not use curse words in her normal everyday life and she would not bend her principles even at the height of the moment. I didn't know it was such an ideal with her at first. I just thought she was a very classy, articulate person who did not need to reduce her language to four letter words. It wasn't until our second date that I learned it was a real issue with her. On both our first and second dates, we did not have sex, but she blew me rather intensely at then end of each of them. Somehow she knew how to get me right to the point of orgasm, slow down, and just delay and delay and delay so that I could last indefinitely. (Basically, she mirrored my masturbation technique.) When she finally did let me cum both times, I reached orgasm so intensely it was like a slow burn followed by massive cock heaves of semen. The first time I recall saying, "Holy fuck, I'm cumming," right before I started blasting. She somehow swallowed every drop. The second time I said, "Fuck yeah, here I cum," to which she prudently withdrew my spurting penis from her mouth allowing me to douse my neck, torso, abdomen and balls with my own cum. When I finally stopped ejaculating, I said, "Shit's everywhere."
Now I noticed a slight frown so I asked what was the matter. Elizabeth told me she really didn't like swearing and as much as she loved bringing me to blissful orgasm she wished it wasn't accompanied by such "vulgar language." I told her that her blow jobs were too good to risk losing over a couple of impulsively-chosen words and that I would (somehow) curb it in the future. It was at this point that I asked her if this prohibition against taking the Lord's name in vain had anything to do with her not letting me go down on her the past two times. (I had been wondering why she just blew me and refused me advances to turn things into 69, and this seemed to fit the bill.) Sure enough it had! She had been eaten out by guys in the past and the closest she came to cursing was when she was getting cunnilingus performed on her. She didn't want to risk it with me because she had a feeling it would be really good. I told her I was flattered she thought that but if she managed to suppress it with other guys, she should be able to do so with me. (Secretly, I was hoping she was right and that I would be the one guy to take her over the edge and get a swear out of her.)
Nonetheless, the third date, she indeed let me go down on her. In fact, we 69-ed. I think because she wasn't able to concentrate as much on how close I was due to my tongue in her sweet hairy pussy, she made me cum much faster. It was still a wonderful orgasm and quite swear-worthy, but I suppressed all four letter words and muttered a simple "Uggggggghhhhhh, I'm cumming." As my cum spurted down my shaft and balls with her loving hand stroking and getting creamed in the process, I continued to lick her clit and insert my fingers into her hairy pussy. Though tired and light-headed after my balls got drained, I persisted in my efforts to bring her to cunnilingual orgasm. Her breathing hastened and her moaning grew louder and more intense. Finally, I heard an uncontrollable, "Fuck yeahhhhh, you're gonna make me cum!" This was followed by a string body tremor and something I like to call the 'pearl,' not necessarily a female ejaculation (I've experienced those to know the difference) but a rich, white dollup of pussy goo that oozes out the moment the female reaches orgasm.
She was embarrassed and said, "You can't tell anyone I said that!" I promised not to and kept that promise until today, 13 years later.