Training to Squirt – Part 5 of 5 (L)

(L) – This story contains strong language. 

Click here to read the previous parts of this series! Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Cal here again. Get ready, because this one’s going to drip off the screen. Or I hope it does anyway.

Session Five

The second I walked into the bedroom and saw Cindy curled up naked on the sheets—legs tucked under her, hair loose around her shoulders, thighs still glistening from our last session—something snapped loose inside me.

She was ready. She was begging for it without even knowing it.

I didn’t say a fucking word. I stalked to the bed, grabbed her by the ankle, yanked her flat onto her back.

She squealed, breathless, but spread her thighs wide the second I manhandled her down.

Good fucking girl.

I dropped to my knees at the edge of the mattress, grabbed the backs of her thighs, and shoved them up toward her chest, baring every dripping inch of her pussy to my mouth. She smelled like sex, like submission, like mine.

I dove in without mercy.

First Lesson: Ruin Her With My Tongue

I flattened my tongue against her soaked slit, dragging slow, heavy licks from her clenching entrance up to her throbbing clit.

She bucked hard, crying out.

I growled low against her and grabbed her hips harder, forcing her to stay put while I fucking devoured her.

My tongue flicked over her clit—fast, relentless—then plunged deep inside her, tasting the slick flood that never stopped leaking out of her.

She was so wet, so open, so desperate, her thighs quivering uncontrollably under my hands. I licked her harder, deeper, fucking her with my tongue, driving her crazy while my thumb slid up to tease her clit in filthy, ruthless circles.

“Cum for me, baby.” I demanded. “I wanna drown in you.”

And she did.

The first gush hit my tongue—hot, sweet, sticky—spilling down my chin, soaking my face, the sheets, everything.

I groaned into her cunt, lapping it up, chasing every drop like a starving fucking animal.

“More. Give me everything.”

Second Lesson: Feed Her My Cum

While she was still shuddering, still leaking, I pulled my cock out. It was so hard it hurt, so slick with my pre-cum from just eating her, and I could barely keep from cumming at the mere sight of her.

I climbed up the bed, straddled her chest, grabbed the base of my cock, and dragged it across her flushed, spit-slick lips.

“Open up, baby. You’re gonna swallow every fucking drop.”

She opened without hesitation, eyes glazed, mouth wet and eager.

I jerked myself above her—slow strokes, squeezing hard—watching her tongue flick out to catch every bead of precum that spilled. I fisted her hair with my free hand, keeping her head still while I beat my cock harder, faster, spitting filthy praises down at her:

“Look at you, fucking perfect. Such a good little mess for me. Gonna cover you, baby. Gonna fill that pretty mouth.”

I came with a growl, cock pulsing hard in my grip, thick jets splattering across her tongue, her lips, her cheeks. She whimpered—fucking whimpered—and swallowed every drop I gave her like it was her lifeline. I smeared the last of it across her chin with the head of my cock, painting her.

“Damn, look at you. You’re so fucking perfect,” I praised her. 

“Yeah daddy, I’m your perfect little cum slut,” she seethed with lust.

I squeezed her face in my hand and spit on her lips, then licked it up and kissed her deeply.

Third Lesson: Flood Her Again

Before she could even catch her breath, I dropped back down between her thighs, grabbed her trembling hips, and went right back to work on her pussy. My tongue plunged into her again, greedy, insatiable, chasing the fresh gush already building inside her.

Her legs kicked at the sheets. Her fists beat weakly against the bed. She screamed—loud, feral—as another flood burst out of her, soaking my face, my chest, the sheets, the floor.

I lapped it all up, moaning into her, drowning in her, never stopping. I needed her flavor, her heat, her absolute fucking surrender.

And she gave it. She gave me everything.

Aftermath: Possession

When she finally collapsed—nothing left but twitching wreckage, as limp as if her bones had been turned to jelly—I dragged her up into my lap, cradling her against my chest.

Her face was a sticky, messy masterpiece—cum streaked across her cheeks, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth, skin shining with sweat and spit and her own release.

I kissed her forehead, slow and reverent, like a man worshipping a goddess he’d just broken and rebuilt with his bare hands.

“You’re mine, Cindy. Every drop. Every breath. Every fucking part of you belongs to me.”

She tilted her head up and kissed me. There was still some of my cum on her lips and cheeks, and her cum was all over my face. She licked my face and I thumbed cum into her mouth and wet kept kissing.

“I love you so much, Cal,” she said.

“I love you too, Cindy.”