Continued from “I’m a Squirter! (Part 1).”

Then, after an nice rest, the Viking began fingering me.  That felt rather good.  I pulled out the Magic Wand, which, even after years of use, I keep on low rather than high power.

The Viking doesn’t regularly finger my clit – although he is very good at that.  He fingers my pussy.  Several fingers.  And then his whole hand.  However, that night, the Magic Wand was in charge of my clit.

The Viking was in charge of my pussy.  He made the executive decision to grab the njoy Pure Wand.  I love the Pure Wand.  The Viking knows this.  He knows that the Magic Wand/Pure Wand combination makes me come very nicely.  And very quickly.

That night I had the Magic Wand on my clit and the Viking was attending to my pussy with his fingers and then the Pure Wand.  Soon I heard wet noises coming from my pussy.  Pussies are wet things, especially after a good fucking, so hearing that wasn’t all that crazy.  Only it sounded wet.  It sounded wet and dirty.  And hot.  I was liking the noises coming from between my legs.

The Viking seemed to be enjoying himself too.  I came – very hard and very loudly, as per usual.  The Viking said I squirted.  I had done it a couple of times before, once with the Viking and once with Jules Verne, so I figured the more I do it the more I’m likely to do it.

However, the volume of ejaculate on this occasion by far surpassed anything that had happened before.  Anything.  We hadn’t bothered to get under the covers, so the urethral fluid that came out of my pussy soaked through two layers of comforter cover, a thin down comforter, a top sheet, a bottom sheet, and down to the mattress pad, which is thankfully waterproof.  The “spot” was about the size of a dinner plate.  What the hell?!  I’m a squirter!

I put the comforter with its cover and the top sheet in the dryer, and we turned a fan on the bed to dry the bottom sheet and mattress pad.  I was impressed with my body, and the Viking’s skills.

And lest anyone think I just lost control of my bladder, unknown at the time, I conducted a little experiment.  When the Viking and I began our sexy session I had to go to the bathroom.  I put it off because I was having so much fun.  After everything was done, I again (still) had to go to the bathroom.  My bladder had been holding it, and quite a bit it was.

So while the Viking and I are all couple-y, we certainly aren’t boring.  We even made a trip to Mr. and Madame S Leather for some new toys.  Will be writing about those shortly.

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