Posted by red on July 17th, 2005 in Girl Sex, Sex

The Kid wiggled in his seat as I told him about the “squirt off”. Clearly my retelling of the highly erotic and spontaneous competition was having an effect on him. Smiling to myself, I reveled in the lust I could see filling up his eyes as I pressed forward, weaving the story as best I could in my husky, breathless voice.

Her hands roamed over my quivering body – I was beside myself with anticipation about what was to come. Soon, I was looking down at her looking up at me, seeing those big wide inquisitive eyes watching me as her tongue danced around and around and around and around…

Squirting doesn’t drain me at all – the orgasms that typically couple with squirting are the deeper g-spot variety, which satisfy but do not exhaust. It’s like eating a bag of candy – sure a few candies taste great, and a few will in fact suffice. But if you let me, I’ll eat the whole bag blissfully, enjoying every piece as much as the last. Even when threatened with a tummy ache, I’ll keep enjoying my candy, pausing only to breathe when the bag is finally empty. Gluttonous? Maybe. Satisfying? Oh yes.

Her fingers replaced her mouth – tentatively touching at first, the building, building, building upward at a steady rhythm. My thighs tensed as that all too familiar feeling washed over me. My back arched, muscles tightening and my pussy attempted to invert itself. A warm stream of liquid sploosed out – like a small fountain gushing. As Anna continued moving her fingers inside of me I erupted again, startlingly sudden and with a rush. Sometimes, when I start squirting it just never seems to stop.

As I was speaking I watched his erection growing between his legs. His eyes practically sparkled in tandem with its twitching and with each spraying orgasm I described. At some point, he started to rub my leg as I spoke, working his way up to my waistband before suddenly and gruffly pulling my blue checkered pajama pants off my pickly legs. Ignoring my pauses and my pathetically weak grunts of protest, he spread my thighs and removed the pants in one smooth motion.

Needing (desperately) to reciprocate, I got in between Anna’s legs, my fingers delving in toward their goal with steadfast precision. Within minutes my massing finger pads and careful positioning leave her writing before me, unable to do anything but pant and moan and squeal. Mere moments later, she erupts, sucking me into her as she convulses and sprays wildly. I breathe in time with her, gasping for air as her orgasm ripples through.

He reaches down and dips two fingers into me – one at a time, then both, together. Over and over again. I squirm and sign as I continue my story, my vocabulary seemingly failing me and blood starts rushing down my body to surround his delving hand with radiant warmth…

I barely give Anna time to recuperate before I’m back at it, fingers probing deliciously uncontrolled moans from her depths. I have her kneel on the bed and finger her from behind, caressing her soft and firm bum greedily. Within a few moments my fingers are rewarded with yet another shower as her body contorts and her back arches. My eyes consume the erotic sight before me as I desperately try and commit everything in that moment to memory. The smell, the taste, the feel…

My pussy responds quickly to his cock – accepting him, enveloping him. He has hunger in his eyes…he’s driven by his lust but he’s careful to thrust into me ‘just so’. He knows exactly how to take me there and I follow, greedily accepting the waves of my impending orgasm. It crests over me and I feel that release. His fingers, apparently, have primed me perfectly because I’m squirting with what seems to be minimal effort.

She pulls my body on top of her, letting my pussy settle down onto her face. Her tongue darts out and caresses that spot just inside of me, stimulating me perfectly because I immediately squirt, right on her face, in her mouth. I am shocked – and as I wiggle about above her I wonder out loud how she managed to do it. Regrouping (she was surprised), Anna goes back in with vigor – barely letting me find balance before she manages to do it again, surprising us both almost as much as the first time.

The Kid takes me to the bathroom, the the counter that it just the right height. We restart our frantic collision, and I greedily let myself lull away as I start to come. After a few moments of ecstasy, it starts to seem unending – crest after crest washing over me as I grip onto him as hard as I possibly can. My pussy is spraying incomprehensible amounts onto his chest and it feels like a dream.

There’s something amazingly erotic about seeing that hot liquid beading down slick skin. It is a reward only for the diligent – or of course for those partaking in a squirt off.