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She paused. "And that," she said quietly, "is the definition of equality." She grabbed my shirt and pulled me to her with a gentle tug. We kissed, pressing our frustration against each other's lips with an intensity coming from our verbal sparring and underlying attraction. I had thought that attraction was nearly all on my end, but she was proving me wrong. She attacked me with a ferocity I'd never experienced. Fabric was yanked, buttons popped off, clothes went flying. She pushed me onto the couch to finish pulling my pants, underwear, and socks off, stood up, and tossed them aside. I kneeled in front of her and pulled her jeans down to reveal her prominent hipbones, my hands feeling the smoothest thighs I'd ever touched on the way down.

She pulled down her plain white cotton panties and revealed a thick, dark bush. It looked just like the kind you might see in old Playboys, large and perfectly triangular. I kissed those creamy caramel thighs and made my way between them both gently and quickly. She was caught off-guard, and started flailing to keep her balance. I held her rounded ass firmly and burrowed my tongue deeper into her crotch, tickling and teasing her clit with great speed. She regained her footing and stood above me spreading her legs as i licked her pussy. I was pretty relentless with my attack, slowing only to give her variation or a chance to steady herself, as she seemed ready to fall from pleasure sometimes. Within minutes she started convulsing, grabbing the back of my head and thrusting her pussy as I licked in circles. She cried out for several seconds, then went limp and disengaged herself from me to collapse on the couch.

I let her catch her breath for a minute, watching her gorgeous body heaving as she panted. Then I kissed her legs very gently, but with increasing frequency, while i reached for her treasure. My fingers gently brushed her labia for a few seconds before plunging inside. By now my lips had made their way up to hers, and as my fingers began to slowly work in and out, i licked her button with light but deliberate strokes. I made her cum another two times like that, each time getting a louder response from her.

She was clearly totally exhausted, but still looked beautiful. She looked up at me and saw my face covered in her juices. "You're right," she panted, "that is hot seeing my cum on your face." "Thanks, glad I could oblige. You taste great, so it's easy." She smiled, "Thank you." "Sorry I just attacked your clit like that. But I really enjoy doing that, and you're so...just...beautiful." "Well, I'm not a blonde bimbo with silicone tits, but I don't think it's necessary to reject all so-called conventional attractiveness just because I'm a Feminist."

"I agree wholeheartedly," I said, then noticed the clock. "Somewhere you have to go?" she frowned. "No, I just...didn't realize the time." She looked a little dumbfounded. "Are you saying you're leaving now?" "No, unless you need me to go so you can sleep." She got a sly look on her face. "You mean to tell me, you'd actually leave, now, after all that? Without me even touching you?" "Well, I might not be happy about it, but If you asked me to, sure."

"So you'll do whatever I ask you to?" She grinned. "Within reason. I'm not a puppet or a pushover. There's only so much I can give, I'm not a saint." "Well, I do have two more things I need you to give me." "What?" "First, your cock. get it over here. Now."

So much for blowjobs being submissive, I thought. She sat up on the couch as I stood up. She reached for my cock, her full breasts (about a D to DD cup I guessed) bouncing and rolling with each motion. Her medium pinky-brown aureolae were still puffy and erect from excitement as they bobbed below me while she worked on my cock. She attacked it with as much excitement as before, but her lips and mouth actions were surprisingly soft, wet, and pulling. It was her lunging head, hot breath from her nose, and roving hands that showed her impatience.

She wasn't the only one. Not only was I so turned on by her writhing body and my having gone down on her, I literally hadn't cum in over a week, since before we'd first met. Earlier, I'd actually thought about going home after this date and relieving myself, assuming nothing would come of this. But I felt a familiar building deep in my balls, and my prostate and cock started getting that familiar sensation of approaching explosion. "Fuck!" I cried out, not wanting it to end anytime soon, and pulled out of her sucking mouth.

"No, that's not what I want," she said, mistaking my exclamation for an order. "I told you I wanted two more things. You gave me your cock, now there's only one to go." "What?" I could only gasp, disbelieving what i hoped she was about to say.

"Your cum, all over my face!" She grabbed my cock and started jerking it at herself. My eyes flew wide open as I felt my scrotum and prostate tighten. I tried to grab it back from her but she kept her hand on it near the base, while mine stroked the underside of my swollen head. "Aaaaaaagh!" I let out an uncontrollable yell as I felt the depths of my balls contract and force out 10 days of pent-up jizz. She leaned forward, squeezing my shaft gently as she smiled with her mouth open, staring me in the eye. A split-second later, that sight was decorated with the first volley of cum, arcing its way over her nose and forehead into the part in her hair before falling there in a long rope. A second blast ended up shooting into her right cheek with unexpected force. She barely had time to react with a surprised laugh before I spurted again on her left eyebrow. Her grip relaxed on my shaft and I was able to aim at her forehead when pumping another three thick loads out of my cock. I squeezed several more drops of pearly whiteness onto her upper lip. She'd blinked but kept eye contact the whole time, and seeing her smiling face staring back at me covered in cum made me gawk at her and convulse a few more times, tiny droplets spattering her puffy red lips.

"Holy...Shit..." I breathed, staring at the beautiful mess before me. "Wow." She said. Then got up and went to the bathroom. I followed her in awe. She stood in front of the mirror, her breasts swaying as she put her hands on her hips. "That's pretty amazing. Even better than I expected." "Expected?" I asked, confused.

"Before Claire set us up, I met up with her and her friend Kelly. We all got drunk and I ended up seeing Kelly home. She started in about her sexual frustration, and ended up telling me about this friend she had who talked about getting these huge cum facials from the guy she dated for a bit. She mentioned a few details that matched up with Claire's description of you." She smirked, starting to wipe the cum carefully from her face with a hand towel.

"So all that before was just to give me a hard time?" I looked at her. "No, I was intrigued by what Kelly told me but I was also kind of put off. I agreed to meet because Claire vouched for you as a really nice guy. I've been thinking about it since then, and come to my own conclusions. I basically played Devil's Advocate to see where you stood in a debate about facials. If you'd answered differently than you did, I'd have shown you the door."

"So that was your first facial?" I asked. "Yeah," she smiled. "I didn't know it could be like that. It was, as much as I also hate to sound 'overly simple', really hot. I've never been against uninhibited sexual expression. I define myself as a feminist by how I live my life at work, in public, what I say, the choices I make, and the battles I fight. But," she grinned widely, "that has no bearing on what I like to do in bed. Or on the couch, for that matter."

I smiled and kissed her. "So, if you'll excuse the bad joke, does this make you a 'facial feminist'?"

She frowned at me mock-seriously. "I don't believe in divisive labels like that. I'm just a feminist. I just happen to be one who's come to realize she likes having cum all over her face." She raised an eyebrow. "Up for another round?"