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This was from a few years ago now, but it was something that changed my sexual experiences for the better. As the title suggests, this is the story of when I learnt I could squirt. A little about me, 28 at the time, 5’10” tall, slim build, brunette with a nice ass (so I’m told). I was dating this guy, lets call him Paul, Paul and I met in the normal way for the modern times, and matched on tinder. We got chatting and had some laughs. I hadn’t planned on meeting him (or anyone for that matter), I just wanted to chat online but there was something about this guy that peaked my interest.
So a few weeks went by and we met up at a pizza place for lunch, it was lovely, had some pizza (obvs) and wine, no awkward silences and had a good time. This threw me off a little, as I had stated, I wasn’t really looking for someone but his eyes were amazing, so captivating. A little about Paul, 34yo, 6’2”, dark hair, tall, bit of a dad bod but he pulled it off. Hazel eyes & a gorgeous smile.
During lunch and after a few more wines, we naturally got a bit more touchy feely, I kept brushing his hand with mine, and he’d do the same, giving the signals to each other that it was going well. I think by this point we both knew we didn’t want this date to end so quickly so we decided to go for a little walk along the marina nearby. It was a cold day so I couldn’t tease him with sun dress but thankfully that didn’t matter. We had a walk and a talk, I was getting cold so kept hinting to go to his place. I knew he lived pretty close and lived with his kids (who were away that weekend). After what felt like forever, and him not getting my hints, I went in for a kiss, he was very gentle, softly caressing my lips with his, running his fingers along my face & neck and occasionally running his fingers through my hair. That was it for me, I melted like butter right there and then. After the mind blowing kisses I said to him, ‘Can we go somewhere and warm up’, thankfully he took the bait this time and asked if I wanted to go back to his. Of course I did! But I didn’t want to seem to keen so agreed with a little cute nod of the head and a smile.
We got to his place and he got me a tea to warm up, I was actually freezing so did need something to take the edge off. We chilled with our drinks on the sofa, making sure Paul sat very close to me. We got talking again while we warmed up and drank our drinks. His eyes were luring me in again. He kept eye contact while I was talking and made sure to ask questions about me, and genuinely seemed interested in my responses – girls, I’m sure you can relate to the blank stares you get from guys when they aren’t listening to you, only after the sweet sweet nectar you have on offer haha. Well Paul wasn’t like that, he was engaging and caring, seemed to kind and gentle in many ways but it was cute. I was extremely wet by this point and I needed him, I needed his touch, his kiss, his smell on me. I couldn’t hold back any longer!
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I put my tea down on the coffee table, turned my head and looked at Paul, I gave him the biggest ‘please come and fuck me’ eyes I could muster. Paul didn’t disappoint me, he instantly knew what was up, he very calmly placed his coffee next to mind, gave me a dirty smile and started kissing me. He started like he did at the marina, softly grazing my lips with his, gently running his tongue along my bottom lip and occasionally giving it a little bite. This sort of kissing is so sensual, this gets me going so much. While this kissing was going on, his hands were now running along my jeans and up to my waist. Paul started to kiss me on my neck now and held me with both hands on my back under my top. I couldn’t control my moans of enjoyment. I had my head inbetween his neck and shoulder, his smell, his cologne was soothing. I ran my hands up his top and indicated that I wanted it off. He sat back, took his top off then instantly came back to kissing me. His skin was so soft, I ran my fingernails down his back while he worked my neck and earlobes. After a few more minutes he undid my bra from underneath my top and I made them vanish faster than a magician.
Paul sat back and to take me in, his gaze from mine down to my breasts with that dirty smile again. I don’t have huge breasts but they’re enough for guys to enjoy. While he sat back, I took this opportunity to move position, so I pushed him back on the sofa, quickly took my jeans off to expose my black cotton panties (was wearing my comfy underwear not sexy, ahh). I straddled him and I could feel his hard cock below me. I started to grind up against his cock over his jeans. His hands massaging my back and hips everytime I thrusted into his cock. I needed to taste him. I started to kiss down his neck and chest, working my way down to his jeans. I undid the button and he raised his hips so I could slide them off along with his underwear. Now faced with his delicious throbbing cock. Paul wasn’t pornstar sized but a nice average cock with some girth to it.
I looked into his Hazel eyes and ran my tongue from the base right to the tip, then slid the head into my mouth and ran circle motions around with my tongue. Paul threw his head back in pleasure and started to moan the more I teased his cock with my tongue. I took Pauls approach to kissing and started gently and almost hardly touching him at all apart from with my tongue and running my fingertips up his thighs. I could feel his cock getting harder and harder, throbbing for me. After a few minutes of teasing I needed him fully in my mouth, and I could tell he needed it too so I took him as far as I could. I could taste his precum. It made me so wet, I got to work on his cock. I didn’t want him to cum at this point so I slowed it down again, kissing his thighs and licking his balls (thank you for being trimmed). Paul stood up, grabbed my hand and led me to his bedroom.
Paul kissed me hard, grabbed my ass firmly and held me. I felt like jelly in his arms. He laid me down on the bed and took off my soaking panties exposing my glistening pussy. I wanted him to see it, I wanted him to taste it, he could of done anything to me at this moment. Paul didn’t waste time gazing for too long at me this time. I held my legs apart and he started to kiss my stomach. Running his tongue along my body. He was teasing me, my hips were bucking uncontrollable, wanting him, needing him to touch me. He ran his tongue down my thighs, ran his tongue across my pussy, making sure to not make full contact. It was torture, but heaven at the same time. I could feel his breath on me.
After, what seemed like an eternity of heaven and torture I thrust my hips harder to let Paul know that play time is over. Paul laughed a little and ran his tongue along my pussy up to my clit. He did this a few times before fully working my hole. The teasing had gotten me even wetter I was worried about him drowning down there haha. At this point he started to use his fingers too while working my clit with his tongue. This guy knew exactly what he was doing and I loved it.
I could feel an orgasm coming but he kept slowing the pace before I could get my hit. Again this was infuriating me but also felt so damn good. I’d had enough of this and needed his cock inside me. I got him fully on the bed and lept onto him. No time for kissing, I mentioned I was on birth control & then grabbed his cock and fed it inside me. I fully took him on the first thrust, he was so deep it made me jolt. We both let out the sexiest of moans and I started to work his cock back and forth. He was really deep and hitting all the right spots. Every now and then he’d have me lay on him with my head next to his, ass in the air while he teased his cock in and out of my pussy, making sure I couldn’t move, holding me down and him doing all the work, this was amazing, I was so exposed to his cock, I could hear how wet I was. I could hear his enjoyment. I sat up and started to ride him harder, the orgasm was ready to come and I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I held him down with my hands on his chest and bucked my hips in a rhythmic motion until I could feel it. I came hard all over his cock, it was intense. I was so sweaty and worn out but Paul hadn’t cum and wanted more, I wanted his cum. My body was sensitive. A pleasure overload, but I needed him.
We got into doggy position, I arched my back so I could take him deep. Paul rubbed his head of his cock over my sensitive clit, making me shudder in pleasure. Then he slid his hard cock all the way. It was so good, this guy could read my body and the pace to go. We were in sync. Then out of no where I felt a finger or thumb on my asshole. This caught me off guard a little but I wasn’t going to say no to anything to this guy. I’d never done any anal play by this point in my life but Paul was gentle with his touch so I pushed back a little to let him know it was ok. He was thrusting into my pussy with his cock while caressing my asshole with his thumb. This was a new sensation for me and not one I was going to say no too.
Eventually Paul got some saliva on his thumb (or juices from me, not sure which) and slowly pushed his thumb deep into my asshole. It felt weird, but sooooo good. This added to my pleasure, Paul started to pick up the pace with his cock now and I could tell he was building up to cum. He didn’t work his thumb much, just gentle movements but it was working. He got up to a pace where I knew he was about to cum, he had one hand on my hip and the other working my asshole. I could also feel myself building for a second orgasm, the pressure in my body was to much. Paul started to cum inside me. The feeling of his warm cum and throbbing cock, along with his thumb in my ass was to much to take, I just exploded with pleasure. I didn’t know what was happening at first, I pulled my body away from Pauls as I was cumming, He kept his thumb firmly locked into my ass while his cock came out, followed by me squirting all over his thighs and the bed. I couldn’t control it. I wasn’t sure what happened at first but once I’d recovered and turned around, Paul said I’ve squirted, with an almighty grin on his face. I was so embarrassed but Paul seemed to love it. I wanted to clean it up but couldn’t as my body was a wreck, I just laid there in a mess while my body jolted and jerked post orgasm.
Paul laid down next to me, kissed and we held each other. He reassured me that it was ok and he’d never made anyone squirt before and made him feel super proud. After cleaning up the mess, we cuddled for a bit, laughed about what happened then I got enough energy to head home. I dated Paul for a few months and this was definitely not the last time I squirted.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j1a70x/the_first_time_if_learnt_i_was_a_squirter