When it was over his knees were so weak he could hardly stand. He turned off the water and dragged Lisa down, pushing her legs open so he could bury his face in her hairy pussy and eat her out.
Between moans and gasps, she said, "I thought that might interest you." Then she gave a soft little laugh as she came on his tongue.
*****
Darren and Lisa didn't speak about their shower encounter after that, and Darren spent more time than ever in their basement jerking off. It was impossible not to think about Joy now that he knew his dream girl was not only physically perfect but able to squirt. He found himself avoiding her as much as he could, hoping he could jerk it all out of his system before he did or said something he would regret.
But two weeks later just being in the same room as his daughter made him hard as fuck. It was becoming hard to concentrate on anything else, as he just wanted to burst into Joy's room whenever she went up there, in the hopes of catching her mid-squirt.
Work had become a kind of respite for him, a place he could put his daughter firmly out of his mind and just focus on whatever tasks he had to do. He grew to dread Friday as it meant an entire 48 hours home with his little girl, and his all-too-observant wife. But one Friday, as he pulled into the driveway, he found his wife outside loading a suitcase into the trunk of her car. His heart skipped a beat, and he wondered if she had finally decided to leave him for being a perverted fuck.
Worried, he popped out of the car only to be greeted with a smiling Lisa, who gave him a long kiss. His heart rate calmed slightly, but he remained confused.
"Going somewhere?" he asked.
"Mmhmm. I finally decided to do something I've been thinking about for a long time, Darren. Something I know you've been wanting, too. I didn't want to promise it to you, because I hadn't decided that I could go through with it. But I realized that I want you to be happy and fulfilled, whatever it takes. So I arranged a surprise for you, and I'm going to spend the weekend at my parents' place."
"Is, ah, is Joy going with you?"
Lisa smiled, but shook her head. "I've made arrangements for Joy for the weekend, so you don't need to worry about her. She decided she'd have more fun not visiting her grandparents--and I can't really blame her. Now, I should get going. Your surprise is already waiting for you upstairs."
She gave him a long, tight hug and kissed his cheek lightly before getting into her car and backing out of the driveway. Darren watched her drive off with puzzlement and a rising sense of anticipation. She hadn't been specific, but he was almost certain she had found a woman to squirt for him. His mind raced--hadn't she said that she'd found out one or two of her friends could squirt? Was it possible it was one of them? Maybe Marcia? In his dreams, he thought. Marcia was petite like Joy, and a little tightly wound, in his opinion. He had definitely jerked off to the thought of her letting go. He bet she'd fuck like an animal.
His cock already making his pants uncomfortably tight, he went into the house and jogged up the stairs. His bedroom door was closed and on the door was a note. It was written in his wife's handwriting:
Look, but don't touch.
(Unless asked)
Enjoy! Love, Lisa
Darren was mostly erect before he even opened the door, and the sight he walked in to had him hard as rock instantly.
The big bed had been stripped to clean white sheets, and the lower half was covered with thick, fluffy towels. In the center of the bed was a woman. She was completely nude, with a top sheet folded in half covering her completely from the neck up. That meant, Darren thought, that it was, indeed, someone that he knew. Someone who was willing to share herself with him in the way that he needed, but didn't want to be identified.
The thought made him hot. He closed the door behind himself and watched with interest as the woman jolted slightly, her nipples hardening before his eyes. Nervous, he thought, a bit nervous, but aroused. He stripped quickly, his thick cock bouncing before him as he approached the bed, eagerly taking in her appearance.
She was perfect. Her breasts were tiny curved mounds topped with hard rosy nipples that begged to be suckled. A flat belly rose and fell gently with her breath and ran down to--he groaned softly--a completely bare pussy. His wife had never shaved, and he loved that, too, but there was something novel, racy, exciting, about a hairless cunt. The woman had delicately shaped thighs, calves, and ankles, and her toes were painted a sweet sheer pink.
"My god, you're gorgeous," he breathed. "It's going to be hard to keep my hands off you," he added with a half laugh. "But that's the rule, right?"
She didn't answer, but slowly, almost hesitantly, drew her knees up and then parted her thighs. Wide, wider, until she was spread open for him and he could see everything.
Even her pussy opened, the lips parting slightly to show him the soaking wet, swollen core of her. Oh yes, he thought, she was aroused. For him.
He groaned again.
"Please." He said it softly.
Her hands caressed her body briefly, grazing her hard nipples and running down her sides. Then one hand returned to her breast, flicking and plucking and lightly pinching her nipple, and the other arrowed directly to her clitoris. It was hard, swollen, and, Darren imagined, aching to be touched. He wanted nothing more at that moment than to wrap his lips around it and suckle.
Without thinking, he began to voice his thoughts. "I want to taste you so badly," he said. "Eat your little pussy until you cum on my tongue."
She hesitated slightly, then began circling her clit with her fingertips, lifting her hips rhythmically as she did so. Tiny choked gasps and moans came from beneath the sheet, and Darren could do nothing but wrap his hand around his cock and begin stroking. Damn it, but he knew he wouldn't last long. He could only hope he could hold out until she came.
As it turned out, he didn't have to wait long. The woman's moans came faster and louder as she touched herself, her fingers becoming a blur between her thighs.
"Fuck yes, baby," he moaned. "Make yourself cum for me."
She did. With a hoarse shriek she lifted her hips, tensed, and then began to hump the air as juices exploded out of her onto the towels beneath her. The smell of her arousal was thick in the air and Darren felt his own pleasure rising until he, too, was crying out--something he rarely did--and spattering the foot of the bed with cum.
His breath came in big, shuddering gasps as he struggled to keep from collapsing onto the bed. He couldn't remember the last time he had cum that hard.
The woman on the bed was still touching herself, softly, almost lazily circling her clitoris now. Her pussy lips were swollen, dark pink, and shiny with her arousal. Darren's mouth watered.
"Please," he begged. "Please, can I touch you? Just," he added quickly, seeing her begin to draw her legs together, "just with my fingers. My mouth. I want to make you cum this time. I want you to cum on my face. I won't do anything you don't want me to do, but fuck. You're my fantasy girl, and I would give anything to make you squirt all over me."
She was still for a long moment, and then slowly extended her hand to him. It was wet with her juices, but instead of letting him draw it up to his nose, his mouth, as he started to do, she instead pulled it toward her. He followed her, crawling onto the bed between her legs as she placed his hand on her thigh.
Her skin was so soft, and he traced little lines over it as he greedily breathed her in. She writhed on the bed, and her hips jerked when he touched her clit oh so gently with his fingertip. Instead of touching her as she had done to herself, however, he slid his fingertip down and inside her.
The woman gasped at the sensation, and Darren groaned. Her vagina was so tight, clutching at his finger as he explored her drenched interior. He couldn't help but imagine how incredible she would feel gripping his cock with her slick vice of a vagina.
But he had a job to do. He bent down and put his mouth on her. At first he was gentle, almost delicate, as he teased her clitoris with the tip of her tongue. The woman cried out, her hands clutching at his shoulders, his hair, almost as if she didn't know what to do with herself. As if she'd never had a man's mouth between her thighs before.
