Squirting is real. It just takes the right touch.
S worked at the coffee shop that I frequented with alarming regularity. She was short with red hair, cool blue eyes, and a smile that I just couldn't ignore. Since I always came in with the same friend of mine, a guy, she thought that we were a gay couple. After months of making sly comments and chatting her up while waiting for my cappuccino, I finally mustered up the courage to ask her for her number.
Eventually she called me. Standing in the pouring rain, huddled under her umbrella as we waited for the bus, we shared the most romantic kiss that I have every known. It was a portent of things to come.
I moved to NYC for the summer, and she found time off of work to come visit me. We settled into my apartment, and decided to cook dinner. Being a bit pliable, I accepted S's suggestion that I cook naked. As I stood there stirring our dinner, S began to strip down. Each time I turned my back something else would come off. First, her shirt, revealing small, rounded breasts tipped by delicious red nipples. She smirked a bit as my eyes widened before looking away to grab a bit of salt. When I looked back, S's pants lay pooled around her ankles. Though the hair on her head was a fiery red, I could see dark brown pubic hair curled through her fingers.
S approached me from behind as I fussed with the stove, intent on not burning our dinner. She reached around and began to fondle my growing penis. My hand trembled on the pan, but I tried to play it cool.
"Maybe dinner can wait a bit..." she murmured into my ear, continuing to stroke me slowly, stretching my dick to its full length. As I hesitated for a moment, S turned me around and knelt in front of me. Taking me into her mouth, she slowly licked around my dark purple head, teasing me for a moment before enveloping me in her mouth, burying her nose into my pubic hair. My cock was now at full attention, delighting in the hot depths of S's throat.
It was all I could do to not drop the spoon I was holding and stammer out "Yes, I th-think it can." Maintaining a firm hold on my slick, pulsing manhood, she led me down the hallway to the bedroom.
Entering the room, I slid my finger down small crack dividing her white, firm asscheeks. She shivered, and I lifted her into the air, carrying to the bedside. Placing her on the soft sheets, I wasted no time in leaping on top, pinning her to the mattress. She giggled softly, jokingly crying out "Ravish me!" I began to kiss her neck, softly and quickly. I nibbled on her ear, just how she liked it, listening to her sigh and squirm. My hands worked their way over her breasts, her firm nipples just begging to be sucked. I nibbled and licked, teasing her tits, pretending her nipples were tiny clits. S moaned a little and reached down between my legs to cup my heavily hanging testicles She handled them gently, squeezing and stroking with an expert hand. Feeling the sweet fog of a hand-job creeping over my brain, I slid down S's body, out of reach of her delicate touch.
I caressed her pubic mound, running my hands through the curly hair, kissing the inside of her thighs. Inhaling her deep musky aroma, I began to caress her small clit, making gentle circles around it. She opened her legs wider, begging me to do more. I dropped my fingers further, touching her velvety labia, lubricating her slit with my tongue. I worked slowly, massaging and stroking her clit until she began to tense up, beginning to gently grind into my hand. I relaxed my movements, and slid a finger into her. She gasped, a sweet sharp inhalation of pleasure. Crooking my finger, I stroked her G spot while continuing to massage her clit. I brought her again to the edge of orgasm, feeling her toes begin to curl against my legs before stopping. She laughed, gently tapping my head like a naughty boy. I whispered, "Trust me, just wait." By now, S was wet enough to accept a second finger. I slowly worked it in, taking care to let her relax as I probed her tight, shivering cunt. Working her G spot again, with both fingers, I could feel the walls of her vagina contract against my fingers, almost pulling them deeper into her.
I stroked her in earnest, pressing deeply into her G-spot, almost lifting her up by her pubic bone. S arched her back, pressing her feet into the mattress and grasping at the sheets. She began to pant rhythmically, following my fingers as they stroked her. I pressed down on her pubic hair with my freehand, forcing her back down to the bed. S began to thrash around, grunting and moaning loudly.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god..." was all she could say in between gasping breaths. Continuing to press deeply, I started to rub her bright pink clit. I circled this delicate nub, teasing it out of its hood with my tongue. Slowly it turned darker and firmer, responding to my now vigorous stroking.
"I can't take it any more. I don't know just please. I, I, I ..."As I slipped a third finger into her steamy, damp slit, S let out a scream.
She arched into the air, and her cunt squeezed tight around my hand. She shook, screaming my named over and over. Hot clear liquid came gushing out of her with each spasm, soaking my hand and the bed sheets. Three, four, five times, slippery sweet fluid streamed out of her, flying into the air as she twisted around, gripped by orgasm. I could barely believe what I was seeing, taken aback by the intensity of S's orgasm
She finally pushed me away, gasping for breath. S huddled in ball at the head of the bed, hair matted with perspiration. Her cheeks were bright red, and she was shaking, unable to talk. S lay there for many minutes, radiating an intense glow. Finally, she swallowed and spoke shakily, still unsure of what had happened.
"What was that?! What did you do to me?!" she sputtered. I just stared at her, astonished that my girlfriend was a squirter. S swung her legs off the bed, but collapsed back, unable to stand on her quivering legs. She yelled "Nobody has ever done that to me, nobody!" and pulling me back onto the bed, I prepared for my reward.