Wendy @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

…continued from part 1

I had been with this man, and he was very much a man compared to my still girl-hood, for a little over a year.  And no, this was definitely not the first time that we had had sex.  Far from, lol.  And yes, I had had sex before him and, obviously, I have had had sex since him.  But he was the one who took my virginity:  he is the one who I first squirted for.  He was also the one that I gained the intimate knowledge of my words from.  He taught me that he would never cum without first having my permission.

It was a warm summer day and we were actually fucking next to his pool.  Nobody else was around, but honestly the thrill of someone catching me having sex had always excited me anyway.  We had been going at it for a good half an hour and I was at a very good stopping point, a I-am-getting-ready-to-squirt-for-him-again stopping point.  But he pulled back.  He knew that I was getting ready and he pulled out of me.  At first, I took this as complete rejection.  I was flabbergasted, shocked; what had I possibly done wrong?  But he just looked at me and gave me the most beautiful smile.

“No, no, Wendy, you misunderstand.  Wouldn’t you like for it to last a bit longer?”

A bit longer?  I had never even though of that; hell, I did not even know that that was an option.  I had always believed that our bodies had complete function, complete choice, over when it would release and feel all of the pleasures that sex had to give.  Our minds had very little control over it.  Or so I believed.

And, as if he was reading my thoughts, he simply told me with another smile, “Wendy, you’re wrong.  You have complete control over when I will cum.”

…to be continued

Wendy @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424